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Sucker for Love

synopsis; in which your best friend happens to be a vampire and the only time he’s able to be himself in the world is during Halloween night. OR you’ve been in love with your best friend for a long ass time and want him to bite you for a change and not a random person, which for some reason, he refuses to do. they say love hurts, and damn it all that you want it too.

pairing; vampire!jungkook x human!reader

genre; angst, fluff, humor, horror, smut, f2l, vampire au

warnings; cursing, jealousy, blood, violence (non explicit), death (non explicit), horror movie tropes, bad jokes, VAMPIRE KOO cause yes that’s a whole ass warning in itself CMON, a few familiar faces make an appearance, there’s no smut in this chapter but there will be in a future one so be sure to read the warnings carefully in order to avoid reading something you’re uncomfortable with pls and ty

rating; 21+ MINORS DNI

w/c; 7,101

a/n; y’all knew it was coming, it was only a matter of time. consider this both a ‘happy jungkook day’ and ‘Halloween’ story submission in one. SORRY IT’S LATE. decided to split this into two chapters cause I like the way this one left off. hopefully, that one will be out soon. like + reblog if you enjoyed. don’t be a silent reader! <3 feedback is always appreciated and helps keep this writer motivated.

networks; @ficscafe, @thebtswritersclub, @btshoneyhive, @kflixnet

01. 02. 03

“You are not going out dressed like that.”

“I—Excuse me? This is literally the only night I can go out like this!”

He tugs on the front of his white, nearly see-through, frilly long and loose blouse with a gusto. His face is morphed into one of disbelief as he stares into your dead panned expression.

“No. I see you in that outfit every single day. Are you not aware of the time difference?” Your arms are crossed, hip jutted out that makes the slit in the side of your costume widen even more. As much as he fights it, he can’t help but let his eyes flicker to the overly exposed skin as his tongue darts out for a split second to wet his lips and play nervously with his lip ring.

When his eyes meet yours he knows you’ve caught him in the act, if not for the elegant yet sultry way you walked towards his figure with a smirk adorning your red painted lips. The cape you were wearing framed you perfectly and only accentuated your beauty even more. As much as he hates to admit it, considering what your costume of choice pertains too. Them. His entire body cringes inwardly.

Your face rises to meet his, a feat that normally has you on your tip toes to complete the action, but not tonight. Tonight, your feet are clad in ruby red heels that give you the perfect amount of height and compliment your costume of choice for the evening — little red riding hood — knowing full well how much it would rile the centuries old vampire in front of you.

“And yet you have to choose a costume from a storybook that has to do with–,” his face scrunches, nose crinkling, and the corner of his lip rising into a small snarl that exposes one long, sharp, fang. “–wolves? I mean, really y/n?”

“What can I say? Hairy bodies are a turn on.”

A loud snort from him. Laughter bubbles in your throat. One coffin shaped, manicured hand lays over his chest. If he weren’t the undead, you have no doubt that it would be beating as erratically as yours currently is due to the close proximity, or maybe that’s just you and your ridiculous crush you’ve had on the vampire for a long time now.

Unbeknownst to you, the sound was like music to the vampire’s ears as he placed one massive tattooed covered hand over yours to squeeze it gently, it meant you had blood pumping through your veins, the vital organ still going strong.

You were still here.

You were still with him.

You were still alive.

Not like on the night where he first found your pale, nearly lifeless body all those years ago.

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Then ~ Wednesday, October 31st, 2018 11:30PM

“Some friends they are.”

You crossed your arms tighter around your chest, attempting and failing to secure some semblance of body heat from the chilly, autumn night air. Leaves rustled in the biting wind, littering empty streets underneath the light of the full moon as you slowly and quite wobbly made your way back to your studio apartment. You regretted taking that extra shot before leaving the party, almost as much as you regretted entrusting your supposed friends with letting you know when they were leaving. Now here you were, all alone on Halloween night.

Your horror loving mind drifted to the many movies that started out on a night just like this, one’s where you previously scolded the character for making such a foolish life choice. Even going so far as saying that they deserved to be murdered brutally for their careless act. Look at you now, doing the same exact thing you once admonished with a mocking laugh at the tv screen right before the killer strikes and–

A twig snapping had your head whipping to the side, yet you saw nothing. The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end, however, as if there was someone or something out there watching you, tucked just out of sight behind the line of trees that led to the woods at the edge of town.

“Oh no.” You raised your voice to the dark woods around you with sarcasm. “I sure hope there aren’t any sexy vampires looking for prey out here or heaven forbid a captive!” Shaking your head at your own sense of humor, you snickered, opening your mouth to spew some more dark comedic gold that gets silenced by yet another twig snapping but this time it was closer.

Much closer.

Fuck.

Picking up your once slow pace, your heels clicking on the paved, stone walkway in a frenzied haste do you hear a more fear inducing sound from right behind you. A voice.

“When I let go, run for your life.”

It’s only when the disembodied voice breathlessly caresses the shell of your ear, do you notice how badly you’re shaking. Let alone the fact that there’s a a very pale, lanky, hand on your shoulder. True to their word, they let you go.

And you run for your fucking life.

Now you understood why those many characters would run straight into dark woods, rather than continue down the lit up street. In the woods, you could hide. On the streets, you were open and vulnerable. Wasn’t much of a tough decision when you’re the one being pursued.

Another thing you now understood, how it was so easy to–

The heel of your shoe embedded itself into the soft, wet soil and latched itself in between two branches sticking out of the ground with perfect precision and you tripped. Your arms flung themselves out haphazardly in a desperate attempt to catch your unprecedented fall. Hands, arms, legs and knees becoming scraped by various rocks and branches that poked out from beneath the ground.

Your hands immediately went to the strap of your heel and with shaky hands you barely managed to unbuckle the impromptu foot restraint, freeing yourself and pushing your exhausted body back up into a standing position. Coming to the conclusion you were better completely barefoot now, you freed your other foot from the speed hindering heel and chucked it angrily to the side. A heavy mist now clung to the woods, halting what little moonlight remained from passing through the already thick foliage of the cluster of trees around you.

Straining your eyes through the mist, you saw a shadow stood in the distance, completely still except for the wave of a hand. A whimper escaped your mouth, lips trembling and eyes watering. They had found you, but you won’t be giving up that easily.

Wiping your eyes in order to see clearly, you postured yourself in a position to run and bolted out of there, dodging branches and bushes along the way that only cut you up even more until you stumbled into an open area in the woods that housed an abandoned building.

A very creepy, dark, decrepit, seemingly haunted abandoned building.

Well, shit.

Checking the woods behind you, you see a blur making its way towards you and you realize that once again, you have no choice but to make the absolute worst choice possible.

You needed to go into the building.

Steeling your resolve into not dying, you thrust open the rusty door that was almost falling off its hinges at the years of decay and not being used. The screeching it emanated rivaled that of a nail on a chalkboard and your entire body cringed. Pushing your way into the darkness, you blindly felt for a wall to help maneuver your way through.

During your slow ascent into the building, does the door suddenly slam behind you, causing you to jump and let out a shrill shriek. Along with the deafening slam do you hear what sounds like a lock clicking into place.

What the actual fuck was going on here? Was this all actually real or a really elaborate prank set up by your shitty friends? Whatever it was, you weren’t having it anymore. Time to do what you do best when you’re scared – use your sense of humor.

“This is very funny.” You announce to the supposedly empty room around you. The door had locked itself, and you found yourself even moreso alone with little applicable skill to get yourself out of there. “I’m not the protagonist type, I’m more of the comedic best friend character. Now can someone please bust in here and save me?”

Silence. Nothing but eerie silence.

It was worth a shot.

Unlike the blur you saw in the woods, this time you saw more of a wispy white fog begin to appear on the opposite side of the room. It cast a faint glow, more than enough for you to utilize it and sprint down the hallway that made itself visible due to your ghostly accomplice.

Bare feet padded quickly along, and you tried your best not to look behind you just knowing that you wouldn’t like what you saw. So, instead, you plowed through the various hallways that now felt like an endless maze with how alike they appeared. The doors that lined the hallways were the same as well, solid except for a thinly shaped window that was planted in the middle within eyesight of what’s deemed ‘normal height’ for a human. You wondered what this place was used for, but thought best not to investigate and trouble yourself further with details.

The only thing you should be concerned about is getting out of this place alive.

The heavy fall of boots echoed across the halls that made you pause in your step to listen closer and decipher which direction it was coming from. Not having an inkling of the layout of this building, you realized trying to figure it out was futile and instead continued on. It wasn’t until you heard the footfalls sound in the hallway you just exited from did you begin searching for a door that was unlocked in order to hide.

Jiggling several handles, you found they were all locked. You just about gave up hope when you saw a door at the end of the hallway that was cracked open. Quietly running towards the door, the boots crept closer. Just as you slid your body through the crack of the door and shut it all but a sliver so you could peek through, did the mystery predator reveal themselves.

Your breath caught in your throat, eyes collecting pools of liquid that trailed down your face as you tried your damndest not to make a sound as they inched closer and closer to your hideout.

They were wearing all black clothing, the only pop of color coming from the hideous stark white mask that was littered with specks of something you couldn’t quite make out due to the distance, the mask that covered their face successfully hiding their true identity. As they came within a yard away from the door, did you come to the grim conclusion that this person had what looked to be dark, red splatters of an unknown substance all over their clothes and mask.

Something that was scarily akin to blood.

Closing your eyes, your hands covered your mouth in a fruitless attempt to stifle the whimpering that wanted to come out from the sheer terror that coursed through your veins. Every passing moment felt eternal. And you couldn’t tell if closing your eyes made it better or worse.

You didn’t know if hiding would be the ultimate factor in you getting out alive or not, but it was the only idea you had left. As you pushed yourself further into the corner of the room, your back slid down the wall in relief once the footsteps faded.

Taking a deep breath, your head fell on your knees. With a shaky exhale you let out a minuscule puff of laughter. You were tired, your body was tired. It wasn’t till you felt you had a moment of safety did your body wind down from its adrenaline rush and now all you felt was the crash that comes after it. You allowed this feeling for only a fleeting second, then hoisted your body up and out the door, but not before cautiously poking your head out to be sure the mystery figure was truly gone.

They were. For now.

You stepped out from your safe haven and attempted to make your way back down the hallway from whence you came, hoping you’ll get dumb luck down another corridor and find the exit. Your heart pounded this time, but not from fear. This time, it was pumping with liquid courage through your veins.

Despite your earlier declaration of being the secondary comedic relief, you decided with renewed vigor that you would be the final girl.

Oh, how wrong you were.

There was a sharp pain in the back of your head, your mouth opened in a silent scream that would never come as your body collapsed on the cold, tile floor and you were down for the count. Your body no longer having the energy to fight back, that liquid courage seemingly sucked up in a matter of seconds you just lay there – still. Your eyes struggled to stay open as you blinked them, trying to focus on the white mask that was within your line of sight as the figure knelt down and stroked your forehead, gently pushing the clump of hair that fell in your face away and tucking it behind your ear. The very same ear where you could feel a trickle of liquid slither down the side of your face and off your nose. The last thing you see being red before you closed your eyes for what you thought would be the last time.

Jungkook’s POV ~ The Same Night

He sniffed the air, smelling the faint metallic odor of ‘crimson crack’ as he liked to call it. Tilting his head back, he closed his eyes and honed in on it, letting it take over every one of his senses in order to conclude where the source is coming from. Opening his eyes, they flashed a deep red, before returning back to their usual brown state.

In a flash, he was gone.

When he reappeared, he was standing in front of an abandoned building. His head tilted in confusion, ears perking when they hear the tall tale sign of a human heartbeat. Faint, but there. And it seemed to be getting closer, even a hint louder in its desperate attempt to keep pumping blood, oxygen, life to its human shell.

Interesting.

His hand reached for the door handle, which he promptly brought back to his side and took a step back when he realized the handle was turning on its own and the door began to open. He clasped his hands together in front of his abdomen and waited for the grand reveal of his next meal.

With his centuries of life, he would’ve thought that he saw it all. Apparently, that wasn’t the case. This night, he would have another first.

Seeing you. Smelling you.

Your blood alone caused the saliva in his mouth to pool, the scent making him feel dizzy in a state of euphoria. Body vibrating with the need to get closer to you, to taste you. He nearly pounced, if not for the minor inconvenient detail of your limp body being carried over the shoulder by an all black clothed human male. The mask this male chose was displeasing to the eyes in a sense of it was so gaudy and fake.

The male stiffened upon seeing Jungkook, the hand that clenched the knife that he used to both knock you out and engrave his alias initials into the length of your neck gripped the handle, his knuckles becoming more pronounce as they strained against the leather material of black gloves he was wearing.

“Who the fuck are you?”

Jungkook could tell that the male had anger issues. His voice was devoid of emotion, cold. It made Jungkook chuckle with a deep laugh that had the masked assailant stepping forward in hopes of scaring Jungkook. It only spurred on the laughter more, and made the male even more angry.

“Shut the fuck up, you freak! You wanna die?”

“Do you?” The laughter ceased as if by a flip of a switch. The wind blew between the two males where only one couldn’t suppress the shiver that went down their spine. The masked male thoughtlessly threw your unconscious body onto the ground next to him, a loud ‘thump’ followed shortly after your weighted body hit the solid dirt of the woods. He then poised himself with the bloodied knife raised in front of him, ready to strike with the intent to kill.

Jungkook tsked sardonically.

“Give me the girl and I’ll let you go.”

He thought the deal was good. The masked man did not.

“Fuck you. She’s mine. Get your own, the night’s young.”

“True, it is. But I’m not. And I’m easily annoyed. So, I’ll give you one more chance, human. Give me the girl.”

The masked male blamed his obscured sight from the small holes that the mask granted him, the material only making it harder for him to see Jungkook clearly. Though, he swears he sees his eyes flash red, but it’s gone within the next blink of his eyes. His gut tells him to run, but his pride prevents him from doing so.

The masked male makes his move, and his knife impales into Jungkook’s chest — directly where his beating heart should’ve been. Except, it wasn’t.

“My turn.”

Jungkook grips the male by his arm and yanks his body until it’s pressed tightly against his, using his other arm to encase the squirming male and prevent him from escaping. The mask falls off to reveal a young face, barely hitting his mid 20s. The amount of fear that is on his face gives Jungkook a sick sense of satisfaction.

“What are you?”

The male whispers fearfully. Jungkook doesn’t answer, and instead grins widely. Both fangs twinkled in the faint moonlight as the male’s eyes widened in horror, only to close moments later as Jungkook sinks his fangs into the male’s neck and begins to drain him of every drop of blood in his body.

Y/N’s POV ~ Moment’s Later

When you come to, you find yourself laying on the dirty earth floor as your nails dig into the soil and it gets stuck underneath. Inhaling a breath – it’s crisp, cool, autumn air. You let out a broken whimper when you realize that you’re alive, but it hurts to move. Your head is at an awkward angle, but you can make out two blurry figures out of your peripheral. One looks limp, and the other looks as if they’re embracing the other in order to keep them standing.

In a way, you were right. Your eyes then dart to the fallen off mask that’s settled a few yards in front of you, and you wonder what exactly happened to your perpetrator for them to let you go. You don’t have time to dwell on it for too long, as the next thing you see is the back of your eyelids as you pass back out. It seems like your mind was awake, but your body still needed some recovering.

The next time you open your eyes you’re laying in a huge bed, in a huge room that looks like you’ve been transported into Dracula’s castle, but you were still in a modern home. The decor and looked ancient and worn, yet surprisingly still in good condition. As you sat up, your body no longer felt drained of energy, and in fact, you felt refreshed and reinvigorated.

Your bare feet hit the cool flooring as you stand up straight. A knock on the closed bedroom door has you flinching back to your previously scared state and you hold your breath as the door slowly opens.

In the threshold of the door stands a very attractive male, who looks like along with this castle, he’s from the world of Dracula. His skin is almost sickly pale, yet his eyes held a natural warmth to them. He just stands there, and doesn’t attempt to step inside once he notices your scared expression.

“I’m not going to hurt you.”

His voice is smooth and velvety. Despite not knowing this person and going through the ordeal you were just in, your gut tells you that you can trust them. So, either stupidly or —no, just stupidly — you do.

“I know.”

When he hears your voice for the first time, his stomach does flips. It was in that moment a kind of bond was formed, and you’ve been inseparable since.

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Now ~ Monday, October 31st, 2022 7:50PM

His hand can’t help but trace the faint scarring of initials that still resides on your neck to this day. A constant reminder to him and you of the horrific, yet fateful, night you met.

Your eyes close reflexively upon contact and you let out a sigh of discontent, knowing where his mind just wandered to, as does yours.

“Koo, I’m still here. It’s okay.”

Your eyes open to meet his. There’s a pinch inbetween his brows that you just want to rub away with your finger, so you do. He chuckles, the vibration flowing through your own body in waves that has you giving him a warm smile.

“I was doing it again, wasn’t I?”

“You were.”

He clicks his tongue, shaking his head to rid of the intruding and unpleasant thoughts and regain focus on the mission for tonight – going out with you on Halloween night to a frat party you were invited to by a brainless jock that Jungkook already hates with a burning passion for catching your attention.

“Shall we go?”

Your eyes narrow into his and you pat his chest, before turning and walking away from him to reach into your bag and pull out an outfit you brought just for him. It wasn’t so much a costume as it was an outfit you just really wanted to see him in.

“Nice try, buddy. But I didn’t forget.” You make your way back over to him with the outfit held out in front of you. “Wear this. No objections.”

He groaned, but resigned to his fate and took the outfit from your outstretched hand. He waves his hand as a motion for you to turn around while he changes. You lift a lone brow at his sudden shyness.

“It’s not like I haven’t seen you nude before.”

He rolls his eyes, then narrows them at yours. You throw your hands up in defeat and make a show of slowly turning around until your back is to him. As you bring your hands back down, one subconsciously falls to the scarred initials on their own and just like Jungkook, some aspects of that night fog the forefront of your mind.

You let out a chortle that catches Jungkook’s attention, his eyes fall immediately to where your hand resides as he zips up the black pants you wanted him to wear, but he doesn’t say anything. He knows he doesn’t have too, you always tend to speak your mind.

“Remember when I thought for a second that you were actually going to hold me captive?”

He does. As does his body, even moreso as he flexes the muscles of his back to shrug on the crimson red bomber jacket that covers the plain, black shirt he’s wearing underneath. Tugging the cuffs of the sleeves down into a comfortable position.

“Yeah. I gave you the benefit of the doubt to just walk out the door, and as soon as I turn my back to you, you stab me.”

You throw your head back in laughter, and he can’t help the quirk of his lip that occurs at the sight and sound of it. There’s no blood pumping through his veins, no warmth to his skin, but still he felt a unique glow when it came to you that was within the depths of his soul. It was hard to describe, and he couldn’t say exactly how it was possible, but it happened. Only when it ever came to you. And for a moment, he felt a sliver of being human again.

“Can you blame me though?” He doesn’t. “Are you almost done?”

“Impatience will be the death of you.”

“I think knives will be the death of me, actually. Maybe some poison.”

He folds his arms across his chest.

“Funny.”

“I thought so.”

“You can turn around now.”

“I still don’t understand why you didn’t want me to wat–,” your words die in your throat as you turn around and take Jungkook in in all his glory. Jesus. You changed your mind. This outfit would be the death of you. Your thighs rub together without your knowing, it makes Jungkook’s nostrils flare for a second, and he stiffens, clearing his throat.

“That bad, huh?” He tries to break the tension that came out of nowhere as you continued to stare at him. It’s like your brain stopped computing he looked that good.

“Oh, shut up. Don’t pretend that you don’t know how sexy and amazing you are.”

The words flew out of your mouth unfiltered, unfaltering, and you weren’t even ashamed. It baffles him how a human could be so truthful. So unabashed.

“Let’s just go.” He’s still stiff as he brushes past you and you catch the whiff of the earthy and musky scent that is just naturally him, it only made the want for him that much more prominent and you trail behind him like a lost puppy.

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Frat House ~ 8:24PM

Even though you two are early, the party is already in full swing. The music is loud, so damn loud, it makes Jungkook’s sensitivity to sound a hinderence in his opinion - but he does his best not to let it ruin the night. Before you even stepped inside, the porch was littered with bodies as a couple seemed to be making out not too far from the entrance of the house. Red solo cups, beer cans and bottles alike were thrown haphazardly in the bushes surrounding the porch.

How could humans be so careless? Jungkook thought with a grimace. Back in his day it was frowned upon, but now it was the new normal. How the times have changed.

His nose crinkled in disgust at the public display of affection that should be withheld for closed quarters, and you just walked by like it was second nature. The front door wasn’t even fully closed, so all you had to do was push it open to gain access. From what you heard, you thought it was going to be a ‘limited access’ party, apparently you heard wrong. It felt like the entirety of the school was present and upon the door shutting behind you two, the cluster of body heat was more than prominent, triggering your slight case of claustrophobia.

Jungkook could sense your distress, his open palm rested securely on your lower back as his thumb rubbed circles in hopes of easing your anxiety. He could feel you tense, then relax. Bending down so his head was next to yours he asked you a question.

“Want to head to the back?”

You nod your head in answer and he guides you both through the crowd. You do your best to smile and wave at those you know so as not to be rude, but in truth, you just wanted to get the hell out of there for now.

“Empty handed? Here!”

A random guy pops up next to you both as you almost make it to the back door from the kitchen, and shoved two red solo cups of an unknown liquid into your hands. He salutes with a dopey smile and saunters off. You presume he’s going to fill more cups for other random guests. He looked familiar now that you thought about it, and you think it has to do with his two different colored eyes, it always wowed you.

Before you know it, you’re both back outside in the night air and it’s easier to breathe. Jungkook swiftly grabs the cup from your hands and dumps it into a bush nearby. You give him a quizzical look as he dumps his as well.

When he focuses his attention back onto your puzzled one, does he explain his reasoning.

“Never drink from a cup that you didn’t pour yourself, you don’t know what could be in it.”

Your mouth forms an ‘O’ shape and you heart palpitates from the level of protectiveness he’s showing. It never fails to get your heart racing.

He smirks knowingly, and opens his mouth to make a flirtatious comment.

“I love how your heart races for–,”

He’s cut off by a letterman jacket and he wonders what the big deal with them are while the guy pulls you into a tight hug with a big grin.

“Y/N! You made it!” His enthusiasm seems genuine as he tightens his hold on you. Not seeming to care in the least bit that he has to bend over awkwardly to accommodate your obvious height difference. It causes a snarl to build within Jungkook’s chest that he fights to suppress so as not to bring unwanted attention to himself.

“Joonie! Thanks for the invite!” Your tone is light and airy, a soft puff a laughter escapes your lips at the death grip he has on you. You savor the hug, returning it in earnest before you mutually let each other go. His hands are on your shoulders as he takes in your costume of choice.

“Little red, hm?” His brow raises and he lets out a bellowing laugh that you can’t help but join in on. You forgot about the inside joke that was made back in your freshman year of college and he makes a playful jeer.

“Am I still the big bad wolf?” He waggles his eyebrows feigning being seductive, and you snort in embarrassment that causes the natural flush in your cheeks to make a show. It was a one time misjudgement when you decided to listen to the gossip of those around you, rather than form your own opinion. Everyone described Kim Namjoon as a heartless, hard headed, quick to temper and pessimistic jock. You would learn, in fact, he was very much the opposite and those who said otherwise just never had the courage to even try and befriend the tall, lovable, giant you now consider a good friend. Their loss.

Jungkook hates it. He hates all of it. What was this talk of being a wolf? He wasn’t one. He was normal. Jungkook would be able to tell otherwise. And why are you acting as if you completely erased his presence from your side like he wasn’t even there. Anger began to rise, and he closed his eyes in order to prevent the red from showing to the humans around him. He should’ve worn his contacts, but you encouraged him to just ‘be himself’ whatever that means.

Jealousy. A ridiculous human emotion that unfortunately can still occur with vampires.

He loathed it. Like he loathed this human boy.

He began to mimic the timing of breathing as a form of meditation, regaining his sanity and self back just in time for you to acknowledge him and introduce him to your male companion.

“Joon, I’d like you to meet my good friend Jungkook. Jungkook, this is Namjoon. He’s the host, and my science partner.”

Namjoon scoffs at your introduction of him.

“Just your science partner, huh? Is that all I am to you? A lab partner that makes sure you pass the class in order to graduate this year?”

You give a feigned moment of silence as if in thought, your finger resting on your bottom lip that slightly parts them in the process. Jungkook doesn’t miss the way Namjoon’s eyes flicker to them upon the innocent action, but you do. All you do is give an over exaggerated wink in reply. He places a hand over his heart and acts hurt.

Seems like this human boy has taken an interest in you. He wonders if you feel the same.

Again. He feels the jealousy build and stiffens, then relaxes though his fists stay clenched tightly behind him. He plasters a fake smile on and interrupts your little flirtatious banter.

“Pleasure.” His hand is outstretched, waiting.

Namjoon just sees it as a polite gesture and takes it with a soft, yet firm grip. He realizes that there’s even a slight height difference with the jock himself as he steps forward towards Jungkook, leaning into the handshake. It takes everything that Jungkook has not to crush every bone in his hand as he relays what is considered normal strength for a human during a handshake.

You watch the two with wary eyes, but inwardly sigh with relief when their hands part and nothing else happens. Maybe they could be friends after all, or so that’s what you hoped.

“Please, by all means. Feel free to take advantage of the beverages and food. Mi casa es su casa, and all that jazz!” Another female party goer slides into Namjoon’s side and places a hand on his chest. Jungkook is surprised when you greet the female with even more excitement. He assumed you would be upset, furious even.

“Natalie! I thought you said you weren’t going to be able to make it?” You gave the girl a mock glare, and she gave a twinkling laugh in return. Namjoon stared down at this ‘Natalie’ with love and adoration. Jungkook was confused.

“I was able to convince my family to postpone leaving until tomorrow so I could congratulate–,” Natalie pats his chest and looks up into Namjoon’s eyes with just as much love, if not more, before continuing. “this guy on his big scholarship!”

Namjoon’s face flushes from the admission. Your mouth drops open in bewilderment. You punch Namjoon hard in the shoulder and he winces.

“Geez! Ow!”

“You jerk! How could you not tell me?!”

“I was going to, tonight!”

You side-hug Namjoon and Natalie and make promises to catch up. Jungkook pretends not to hear when Natalie whispers in your ear about a ‘double date’ and instead acts like the sight of people gyrating against each other is more appealing. It’s not. But something does transcribe whilst he’s staring at the couples that actually know how to dance properly.

Nostalgia washes over Jungkook, like the gentle sway of a tide pulling his conscience to another time, another place. He felt the phantom stirrings of movement where his heart would’ve still been beating back then, the desire to grin and to dance, but could only place the grainiest of images to memory. He couldn’t quite remember what it was that brought him a feeling of such warmth and fondness, but he felt enchanted to stay within that feeling.

Natalie and Namjoon have long since departed, but Jungkook was still stuck in a time long passed. You cautiously place a hand on his cheek, caressing it while gently rubbing your thumb against his sharp jawbone.

“Jungkook? You still with me?”

The glaze in his eyes disperses upon your call of his name, and his eyes instantly lock with your concerned ones. He gives you a faint smile, sucking in a breath to release it and then answers you.

“I’m still here.”

This isn’t the first time this has happened. Jungkook getting lost in the past. He was never afraid to answer any questions you had for him back when he was human, or even when he was turned by a rogue vampire and left to learn the consequences and rewards of being a vampire and immortal all on his own. His life was hard, but it was still life. Something he didn’t treasure until he was no longer alive, and rather just living — existing.

He realizes that he never had a reason to feel alive, until now.

Until you.

He had tried to do what he could to keep you at arm’s length. Your smile was so disarming, you were so genuine, that he couldn’t help but get close to you. Even when knowing it was a bad idea. He didn’t want to fall in love with you. He kept ignoring the intruding bloom in his chest, telling himself that it would wither on its own.

It never did. It just grew.

It grew a forest of flowers within him, the colors so vibrant and the aroma so intoxicating that it was hard not to fall in love with you when it was you who consumed his entire being, his entire soul, or what was left of it.

And you didn’t even know.

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You had been at the party for hours now. Talking, mingling, even dancing a little. Much to your amusement and Jungkook’s displeasure.

His hands rested politely on your waist, never once faltering into the danger zone. Your arms were wrapped loosely around his shoulders, hands dangling. A slow song was on, one you never listened to fully due to how slow it was, seeing as you usually only heard it when you were driving your car and as soon as it would come on you would change the station to a more upbeat option to keep you awake. But, you’ll admit, it was growing on you.

Much like the vampire in front of you has over the years of knowing him. His mannerisms, his personality, his way of talking, his way of dressing. You kept every minute detail locked away inside your head, and your unspoken feelings locked inside your heart. Though, as you both stared into each other’s eyes in a way that should’ve been saved for lover’s, you wonder briefly, albeit hopeless romantically – if he might, just might, feel the same way.

Your body is buzzing with all the alcohol you’ve consumed throughout the night, and as you sway to the song, do you realize how much it’s him who is actually holding you up discreetly and leading you. It’s only when he suddenly stops, does your wobbly figure collapse into his taught chest. Your ear lays against where his heart would be, yet you hear nothing. Another stark reminder of the difference between you two, as your heart raced at how close you two were.

He doesn’t say anything, standing still. When you look up from his chest, his gaze is no longer on you, but something in the distance behind you. Following his line of sight, your puzzled expression turns into one of forlorn.

It was another girl, dressed ironically as a female version of Dracula. You nearly scoffed at the coincidence, though you know it can’t be the costume that’s caught his attention, rather – it’s her blood.

“It’s that time of the night, hm?”

Your question lingers, his focus still caught. You can see the red tint begin to take hold, his grip on your waist tightening into a bruising one. Your heart jumps at the sudden sensation, and it’s only then that Jungkook regains his bearings and gives you a look of regret, his hands parting from your waist instantly as if being burned.

“I’m so sorry, y/n. I just need–,” his nostrils flare of their own accord, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. He closes his eyes and when they reopen you know for sure the night is over.

They’re blood red. He needs to feed, or risk losing control and slaughtering literally everyone here, including you. And he won’t have that, he refuses to let that happen. He’d sooner throw himself into the sunlight’s blazing rays and turn into nothing but dust than be the reason you die.

For a split second, you almost gain enough courage to tell him to just use you, but you know he’ll say no. He’s never directly stated that you couldn’t be an option, moreso does he just announce when it’s time he needs to leave you to feed. He swears he never kills those he chooses to feed on, having enough control over his emotions and hunger enough to only drink what’s needed and then heal the bite wound with a solid lick of his tongue. After he’s done feeding, he makes sure to leave their body in a safe place until they come to, waking up from what they believe to be just a blacked out moment and they’re on their way back home.

He steps in the direction of the ‘lady of the night’, and your face twists into one of sadness as you say your parting words, doing your best not to slip up as you speak and let the lump in your throat win over.

“Be careful, okay? I guess I’ll—,”you awkwardly looked away and locked eyes with another classmate of yours — Jimin — giving him a tight smile and small wave, before turning back towards Jungkook to finish your statement and are meant with nothing but an empty space.

He was gone.

Surveying the area, do you catch a glimpse of his back, his hand that was once on the small of your back only a couple hours ago, are now on the mystery girl’s as he leads her around the corner and out the side gate, into the night.

“Y/N, hey! Are you by yourself? Want to hang out with me and Yoongi?”

Jimin’s smiling face appears in front of yours. If he notices the way your eyes are rimmed red with unshed tears, he doesn’t comment on it. Just throws a friendly arm around your shoulders to guide you towards his friends. His excited rambling tickles the shell of your ear as he tries to talk over the blaring music, it having changed to a catchy k-pop song that you love cause it reminded you of Jungkook.

The very person you currently wanted to forget, if only for the rest of the night. As you walk up, Yoongi gives you a silent nod in greeting and you reciprocate the action with a small smile.

They don’t leave your side for the rest of the party, and, dare you say, you actually had a good time. The next morning, you realize, maybe too much of a good time.

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Learning to Live Part 21

pairing: Javier Peña/f!reader (reader is a nurse with no physical descriptions)

summary: Javier finally gets to do something he’s been dreaming about (fucking your ass).

rating: E (18+!!! This is literally smut and fluff. No y/n, age gap (around 10 years), soft Javier Peña, alternating pov, the plot of this chapter is anal, unprotected p in v (wrap it up!), creampie(s), anal sex (f receiving), anal fingering (f receiving), vaginal fingering, double penetration, oral sex (f receiving), rimming (f receiving), squirting, breeding kink, spanking, multiple orgasms, praise kink (oh boy, is there praise), dirty talk, banter, domestic fluff, aftercare, Javier being a consent king, Javier being adorable)

word count: 9.3k+

a/n: Yes, I dedicated an entire chapter to anal, don’t look at me, we all wanted it! Absolutely finished this chapter on a crowded plane flying across the continent to @juletheghoul's house. Shoutout to @azure-waves for giving this a look over.

Thank you for reading! Comments and reblogs feed me. I’d love to know what you thought!

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“Hot date tonight?” your coworker and best friend, Robyn, asked as you hurriedly got up from your chair at the nurse’s station desk. Four patient charts you’d finished notating were held in one of your arms, pressed to your chest.

“What makes you think I have a hot date?” you replied, walking behind her to the opposite wall where the hanging file folder rack was, putting them in the right slot for the next shift.

“You’re antsy,” she answered in her Texas twang, making your way back to her, taking a seat beside her.

Robyn always looked like she was ready for a night out with her beautiful chestnut-colored hair pulled up in a ponytail, her lips painted in cherry red lipstick, and her makeup looking professionally done. It must take her a while to get ready in the morning, and frankly, you could never—for you, it was making yourself look presentable, and that’s it; hell, some mornings you didn’t even bother with makeup.

Your leg bounced as you checked your watch, seeing your day was over in less than ten minutes, hoping the nurse who was supposed to take over arrived on time.

“And,” Robyn continued, your head turning to meet her blue eyes, her smirking, “you did your chart notes faster than a sneeze through a screen door, so I know you’re dyin’ to get the hell out of here.”

Looking down the hall in front of the desk and side to side to make sure no one was around, you leaned close, whispering, “Every date with Javi is hot, but tonight we’re trying something new…”

Her eyes were sparkling in delight as she gave you a toothy smile. “In the bedroom?” she inquired.

“Yeah…”

There was excitement on her face. “Ooh, lemme guess. Bondage?”

That had you intrigued, thinking of the times you’ve seen Javi with ropes at the ranch and how good he was with them, now imagining him tying you up or fuck, tying him up—heat was creeping up your neck.

“No.” You shook your head.

“Blindfolds?”

That was another one that had your attention, Javi covering your eyes and doing whatever he wanted to you. God, and if you were tied up, too? Swallowing thickly, you were suddenly feeling very warm.

“No…” you finally answered.

“Roleplay?”

“Not yet.” You wagged your finger. “But he’s down to play out my Detective Peña fantasy—so I’ve got something to look forward to.”

Sunday night, when you and Robyn had secretly gone over to Chucho’s to prep the pork for the tamales, you’d told her all about the Detective Peña dream when the older man left the room. The three of you had drunk beers and gossiped about the townspeople while you got the Crockpot ready.

“Get it, girl!” she replied, high-fiving you. “Okay, so y’all are kinda vanilla. This thing you’re excited about tonight, does it take you out of your comfort zone?”

Your face pinched. “Vanilla?” you asked. “We are not vanilla—we have had sex in too many risky places to be vanilla.”

“Sure, but he’s only stuck his dick in your mouth or pussy...”

Footsteps sounded coming closer from the hallway to your right, both of you pausing as your friend Gil, an orderly, came into view assisting one of your elderly patients using a walker, her on his left side closest to the desk.

“Hi, Miss Martha!” you and Robyn greeted in unison with big smiles. “Hey, Gil!”

“Hi, girls,” the old woman replied, smiling at you both.

“Hello, ladies,” Gil’s sweet voice said. He could be described as a human teddy bear—soft, adorable, and huggable.

“Way to get those steps in, Miss Martha!” you told her. “That new hip is doing you wonders.”

They were halfway past the desk.

“It sure is. Soon I’ll be walkin’ without Gil’s help.”

“Yes, you will,” he replied. “You’ll be out walking me in no time.”

“Such a nice young man.” They were almost to the other end of the desk. “You girls, have a blessed day!”

“We’ll see you tomorrow, Miss Martha,” Robyn called out to her.

“See you later, Gil,” you said,

“Bye, ladies.” He waved as they made it out of view and earshot.

Your attention turned back to Robyn, continuing your conversation from before, “He’s only stuck his dick in my mouth or pussy until tonight.”

Her eyes got big. “Oh my god,” she whispered. “You’re finally gonna let him fuck your ass?”

Smiling, you nodded, speaking just as quietly, “Yes. You sold me on it when you said you’ve never come quicker than when you do anal.”

“It’s true and so fuckin’ good. You’re gonna love it! Just remember lube, lube, lube, and relax. Javi’s a stand-up guy, so I have no doubt he’ll get you ready.”

“Oh, yeah—the man loves foreplay, and he’s been looking forward to this for a while, so I know he’ll make sure it’s a good time.”

“Okay, but Javi’s been obsessin’ about your ass for so long. I gotta know his reaction when you told him you were down to try it.”

“Oh my god, Robyn, he was so fucking ridiculous,” you answered in exasperation. First thing that morning, you’d told her about the previous day, making tamales with your boyfriend’s family and the barbecue, even bringing her a couple she loved. “Like, we were at his dad’s, as you know, and ended up fucking in Javi’s bathroom with the house full of people—don’t give me that look—“ You pointed at her. “—he can be really fucking irresistible, and I just can’t help it—all common sense leaves my brain, and my pussy takes over.”

“Hey—” She put up her hands in defense. “—I ain’t judgin’ you. I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve been fucked in a busy bar bathroom.”

Taking a deep breath, you replied, “You know, I thought my sex life with Javi was very adventurous and kinky, but then you come in here talking about getting fucked in busy bar bathrooms or going to orgies in San Antonio, and I’m not so sure—Oh god,” you gasped, eyes wide, coming to a realization.

Her eyebrows furrowed. “What?”

“We’re vanilla!” you exclaimed. “We’re so fucking vanilla!”

Robyn laughed, pushing your shoulder. “I fuckin’ told you! But hey, y’all are more than welcome at the next orgy.” She wagged her eyebrows.

You made a face, not liking that idea one bit.

“Thanks, but no thanks. We’re kinda… territorial and not into sharing.”

That was a big thing you and Javi agreed on—neither of you wanted or needed anyone else; it was him and you for the rest of your lives, and you were both beyond happy with that.

“Suit yourselves.” She shrugged. “Okay, so you fucked at his dad’s...”

“Yes.” You nodded. “We fucked, and afterward is when I mentioned it, and he fucking tried to get me to leave right that second! Just completely forgot I said we couldn’t do it until today. I was like, ‘Javier, we are not bailing on your family barbecue for sex,’ and he, honest to god, pouted—” You threw up your hands. “—and he was so fucking clingy all night, grabbing my ass constantly. He was stuck to me like glue, and his family kept teasing the fuck out of him for it.”

“I ain’t even surprised,” she replied. “I swear, all men ever think about is sex and don’t much care about anythin’ else.”

That made you frown. “Javi isn’t always thinking about sex—he’s honestly a big fucking sweetheart. God, you can’t tell anyone, but sometimes he says the most poetically romantic shit in Spanish. You’ve seen the Addams Family movies, right? The new ones?”

“Of course—Addams Family Values is my favorite.”

“Same. Javi goes full Gomez—like the same level of devotion and obsession, and I sometimes can’t believe he loves me like that. Me! And he’s so hot, Robyn. What in the actual fuck. How did I land him?”

“‘Cause you’re a goddamn catch and amazin’,” she answered, patting your knee. “Hell, if Javi hadn’t gotten there first, I would’ve made a pass at you.” She winked.

Your lips pulled up in a grin. “I am so fucking flattered right now.”

“Good—I am so excited for your evenin’ plans!”

“I am, too! And nervous.”

“Oh, don’t be, girl.” She waved away your words. “He’ll make sure you’re good and ready and then take you to fuckin’ paradise.”

“God, I know he will.”

The nurse taking over for you was five minutes late with a coffeeshop coffee in hand. You’d given her a quick rundown on how your four patients were doing and when you last administered medications before bolting from the hospital.

Excitement and nerves were swirling in your belly on your drive home, the music turned down, and the air conditioning all the way up while you thought about what you’d do in the hour you had before Javi would be home from work; a shower was necessary, figuring he wouldn’t mind if you took one alone.

Should you lie on the bed naked, waiting for him when you were done?

A plan wasn’t made on when the event would take place. It was unspoken between you both that it was definitely happening after work; neither of you could wait.

He’d love coming home and finding you ready for him—you’d have the supplies, too, lube a must, some glasses of water, and maybe the sex towel, which was a big, thick, black towel that was used when sex was messy, like on your period, or if he was in the mood to make you squirt.

It was a surprise when you pulled into your parking spot at the apartment, and Javi’s truck was already in the neighboring one, making you wonder how long he’d been home as you grabbed your purse and exited your car.

Briskly, you walked to your front door, quickly getting it open and going inside. Your keys were tossed in the large bowl on the console table in the entryway with Javi’s own keys and wallet, your purse set beside it, toeing off your shoes.

He wasn’t in the living room, and the bedroom door was closed, assuming that was where he was.

“Javi?” you called, making your way toward it. “Why are you home early?”

Turning the doorknob, you pushed open the door, stopping when you took in the room.

Rose petals led from the doorway and up onto the end of the mattress, Javi’s bedside lamp on, the rest of the room illuminated by lit candles on the dressers, and for a split second, you thought he was going to propose, until you saw the sex towel neatly folded on top of the bed, with the bottle of lube nestled on it—the whole scene was honestly fucking hilarious. You would’ve laughed, but instead, your eyes were going wide, sucking in a breath at your boyfriend naked as the day he was born, sitting there with his back against the pillows, black-rimmed reading glasses on as he read a paperback easily held in one of his big hands.

The book lowered, his head tilting up, looking at you with a smile on his face. “Hola, mi amor (Hello, my love),” he rasped.

You gulped, your body feeling hot. “Hi, Javi,” you breathed. “What, uh, what’s all this?” you asked, gesturing toward him.

He grabbed his bookmark on the mattress beside him, shoving it in the paperback and setting it on the table. “You know exactly, what this is,” he replied, discarding his glasses on top of the book, Javi getting up from the bed with a groan.

It took you a second to get your wits about you as Javi closed the distance. “You got fucking rose petals—” you said, pointing at the trail of them. “—and lit candles, like it’s our anniversary or some shit. Not to mention, you looking like something straight out of a goddamn wet dream—the glasses, Javier? The glasses while naked, Javier? Are you trying to kill me with your sexiness?”

He snorted, crowding into your space, his hands cradling your jaw as his mouth slotted against yours in a searing kiss, your eyes closing, your fingers finding their way in his damp hair, realizing he’d already showered. You moaned when he licked into your mouth, tangling his tongue with your own in the way that made your toes curl.

God, he was perfect, and you loved him more than anything.

The kissing slowed, him murmuring into your lips, “I wasn’t trying to kill you, baby—was just reading while I waited for you.”

You pulled on his hair to make him look at you, his eyes hooded and mouth turned up in a smirk under his perfectly trimmed mustache.

“You’re a dirty fucking liar,” you accused. “But a sexy, dirty fucking liar—what’s with the petals and candles? You’ve literally never been this romantic when we fuck.”

He frowned. “I’ve been romantic when we fuck,” he argued.

“Okay, yes, we’ve had very romantic sex before—I quite enjoyed when you made me sit on your dick while we watched the sunset at your dad’s last week. I just mean, you’ve never gone all out like this. Why tonight?”

He had a look on his face like it was obvious. “It’s a special occasion…”

You huffed out a breath, patting his cheek. “It’s anal, babe—horny, nasty sex that you’re going to be feral about, not us celebrating Valentine’s.”

His eyes darted away. “But it’s your first time getting fucked in the ass, so I wanted to make it memorable…” He sighed, pushing his fingers through his hair. “It’s too much…”

“Hey, it’s not too much,” you reassured him, getting his eyes to meet yours. “It’s sweet, and I can assure you I didn’t need all of this pizazz for it to be memorable—I’ll always remember tonight and how you took my ass virginity.”

An amused breath left him, his hands moving to squeeze your behind. “Yeah, I am going to take your ass virginity.” He smacked your asscheek. “And I can’t fucking wait—go take a shower.”

“Someone’s bossy,” you replied, pulling your shirt off and letting it drop to the floor. Pecking his lips, you moved around him, heading toward the bathroom, pausing to get your pants and socks off.

“Someone’s horny,” he corrected, picking up your top and tossing it in the dirty clothes hamper.

Looking over your shoulder as you unhooked your bra, your eyes dipped down to see he was already half-hard. “Yeah, you are horny.” Your bra was off, now shimmying out of your underwear. “When did you get home?”

“An hour ago.”

You were completely naked, walking to your destination.

“Second day on the job, and you left work early for sex.” In the en suite, you flicked on the light and fan, grabbing and putting on your shower cap to keep your hair dry as you moved to the shower, Javi standing in the doorway.

“Told the Sheriff I had an important errand to run.”

The water had been turned on, waiting for it to warm. “Uh huh, and did the florist ask what you needed the rose petals for?” you asked over the roar of the shower.

“Yeah, I told her about how you made mi mamá's tamales and that I had a surprise for when you got home today—she assumed jewelry, and I didn’t correct her.”

“Oh, I was surprised, alright.” It was finally hot enough, getting in under the spray and quickly beginning to wash yourself. “Honestly, you in nothing but a pair of glasses is way better than anything, including jewelry, unless!” you exclaimed. “It’s a ring for my left hand—that trumps everything, even your dick.”

A mass in the shape of your boyfriend blocked the light outside of the frosted glass door of the shower stall, him rolling it open while you were in the process of scrubbing your front with a loofah.

“Fucking knew you’d like the glasses,” he said, reaching to palm your soapy breast, his fingers tweaking your nipple.

“I fucking knew you wore them on purpose,” you replied, turning to face the water to rinse off, his hand falling. “I see we’re glossing over the engagement ring mention, which, I won’t lie, the flower petals and candles had my hopes up.”

“Oh.” Glancing over at him, his eyes were wide, his face gone pale. “Oh, fuck, I’m so fucking sorry, Cielito.”

You waved away his apology with your free hand, scrubbing your body one more time. “There’s nothing for you to apologize for. I saw the towel and lube and realized you were just being romantically horny. I’m not disappointed. I’m extremely excited about tonight. Do you have a game plan?”

“Yes.”

“Are you going to tell me your game plan?”

“No.”

“Oh, how the turn tables,” you replied, reminded of the morning before when you kept it a secret what you were going to do to him. “Now, you are not allowed to stray from your plan but let me guess.”

“Okay.” He sounded amused, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

You were making sure every bit of you was clean while you said, “For foreplay, you’ll eat me out, and use your fingers in my ass to get me ready, then you’ll put me on all fours so you can hit it from the back.”

There was a thoughtful expression on his face, humming in the back of his throat. “You’re correct that I’ll use my fingers, and at some point, I will have you on your hands and knees.”

“Two outta three isn’t bad.”

“It’s more one out of the three.” He shrugged.

Your eyebrows knitted together. “But you said you were going to put me on my hands and knees… How did I not get it right?”

He smirked. “You’ll find out.”

“Well, now I’m curious as fuck. Towel me.” The water was turned off, your entire body completely clean, as Javi disappeared for a second, returning with a fluffy white towel. It was the world’s quickest shower, and you hurriedly dried yourself off before getting out, leaving the towel on the floor and hanging up the shower cap to dry.

“Good?” he asked, standing in front of you.

“I am squeaky clean and ready to rumble.” You nodded.

Javi grabbed your hand, leading you into the bedroom, his excitement practically palpable, making you smile. He ushered you onto the bed, getting you in the middle, him following and ending up on top of you. His fingers laced with yours above your head, his hips resting in the cradle of your spread thighs, kissing you hard.

Arousal was thrumming in your veins, feeling it burning in your belly, wanting him so badly—his tongue pressed between your lips, sliding along yours, pulling a moan from your throat. Your pussy was weeping for him, knowing you were wet, the anticipation of the evening swelling inside you.

He held both of your hands easily in one as his mouth moved, nipping at your chin and kissing a wet streak along your jaw and down your neck, gasping his name when he sucked over your pulse.

“You want me, Cielito?” he asked against your skin, his free hand grabbing your bare breast and squeezing it while his lips found their way onto your collarbone.

“Yes, Javi,” you moaned. “Want you so bad.”

His cock was hard between your bodies, pressing into your belly, Javi keeping your hands where they were while he maneuvered to suck your pebbled nipple into his mouth, your back arching at the jolt of pleasure shooting straight to your cunt. His teeth grazed against it, and your mouth fell open, wishing you could grab his hair. He moved to your other breast to give it the same treatment, your eyes squeezing shut.

“It’s so good, Javi,” you gasped.

He came off your hard bud with a wet pop, his head moving to look you in the eyes.

“Can I fuck you?” he asked.

Your eyes widened. “Uh, I feel like we’re missing the very important step where you use your fingers to make sure your big dick doesn’t hurt me. There’s no way you could fuck me yet—I’m clenching at the thought.”

“No, not your ass.” He shook his head. “Your pussy—I’m not gonna just shove my dick inside you without the right prep. I’m not an asshole.”

You let out a relieved breath. “I know you’re not an asshole, babe. It’s a little surprising you want to fuck my pussy when I’m giving you free rein of my ass.”

A little smile appeared on his lips. “Baby, if I stick my dick in your ass, I will come immediately, so I need to get off before to actually last.”

Your eyebrows lifted. “Damn, I knew you were really into it, but immediately?”

“Yeah—been waiting to do this for so fucking long, you’ll make me lose it.”

“Why is that so hot? Of course, you can fuck me, Javi. I know you’ll make me feel really good.”

“Thank you, Cielito,” he replied, leaning in to kiss you tenderly. He let go of your hands and sat up on his knees with a groan. “Need you on your hands and knees, baby,” he said, lightly smacking your thigh.

“So, you are fucking me in doggy. I just got the hole wrong,” you replied, flipping over onto your stomach. His big hands grabbed onto your hips, pulling you up into position.

“Yeah, so you were wrong—move forward a bit. Can you get into that one yoga thing?”

“Which pose?”

“Where your ass is up in the air, and your chest is against the floor.”

“Oh, puppy pose.” You kept your butt high, spreading your knees a little, dropping your chest down to the mattress to rest your forehead on your folded arms. This caused your hips to tilt back and really put your pussy on display. “I think I deserve half credit, at least for kinda getting it right.”

“A wrong answer is a wrong answer.”

Your eyes narrowed, turning your head to the side to look back at him as best you could. “You’re a real hardass, Javier—thank god you didn’t go into teaching.” The thought conjured up images of him as a professor, wearing a suit and his reading glasses, looking grumpy while he taught, and it made your skin feel hot, swallowing hard.

He was smirking like he knew what you were thinking, and it annoyed you, his hands squeezing your ass. “What’s making you horny, mi amor (my love)?”

“God,” you groaned, facing forward again, your words muffled. “I’m too fucking attracted to you and the goddamn glasses!”

“What, baby?” he asked, sliding his palm along your spine.

“You’re just really sexy, and I was thinking about you as a professor, and it got me all hot and bothered—anyways, I’m so fucking horny, and I’d like to be fucked, please,” you said, wiggling your backside at him.

His hand landed hard on your ass in a loud slap, gasping at the pleasurable sting.

“Such good manners,” he replied. “You gonna be a good girl and let me make you feel good?” he asked, smoothing his palm over your asscheek.

“Yes, Javi. I want it—I want you.”

“I’ve got you, baby.”

The springs in the mattress complained from him moving behind you, and you expected to feel his dick, a surprised sound coming from your mouth as he spread open your cheeks instead and felt him spit on your pussy. His tongue slid through your slit from just below your clit up to your entrance and back down again over and over, Javi groaning into your skin.

Pleasure ignited in your belly, feeling it slowly building in your core. He was teasing you, avoiding your clit, laving at the lips of your sex to lick up your arousal, swirling his tongue around your entrance, and dipping it inside to taste you from the source, your hands clenching in the bedding beneath you.

“It’s so good,” you moaned. “It’s so fucking good, Javi.”

He hummed in the back of his throat, finally moving low enough to flick his tongue over your neglected bundle of nerves, making you gasp his name, feeling yourself getting closer and closer to your end.

Licking a broad stroke up through your folds, he kept going, and your breath hitched when he got to your tight ring of muscle. He licked and prodded at it, all of the many nerve endings being stimulated, making your toes curl at how good it felt, sparks tingling outward from your clit—you were so close to your release, you could taste it, rough sounds coming from Javi’s chest as he licked around your hole, pressing his wet muscle inside.

Using the heel of his palm, he rubbed your clit, moving it quickly from side to side—his mouth, his hand, they had everything coming to a head, you falling over the edge with a cry of his name, your body tensing up as euphoria flowed in your veins.

His head left you, hearing him panting out, “Good girl,” while he helped you ride out your high.

Some seconds later, there was jostling behind you again, removing his hand from you, your body feeling relaxed. He rubbed comfortingly along your spine. “You good? Can I fuck you now, mi amor (my love)?”

“Absolutely,” your muffled voice answered. Turning your head, you continued, “I need you to fuck me.”

He smacked your ass, smiling. “Then I will.” Leaning to the side, Javi grunted as he reached to grab something, realizing it was the lube when you heard him pop open the cap, getting some on his hand to slick up his cock. The bottle was set by his knee, him pressing the bulbous tip of himself against your soaked entrance, your mouth falling open as he easily slid home in one smooth thrust, feeling so full—Javi nestled so deep inside, you weren’t sure where he ended, and you began.

“Fuck that’s good,” he breathed, pulling out almost all the way and pushing back in, your forehead dropping to your arms.

“It’s so good,” you moaned.

His pace wasn’t slow or fast, a happy medium of him steadily thrusting in and out of you, your tight walls hugging him, and trying to suck him deeper into your depths. That familiar heat was making itself known at the base of your spine, hearing the slap of skin on skin, his hands squeezing your hips.

“Cielito?” he grunted.

“Yeah?”

“If it’s too much, tell me.”

The sound of the cap on the lube clicked open again. “What are you—” Your sentence turned into a moan as Javi liberally squirted some of the liquid onto your puckered hole, your cunt clenching as it dawned on you what he was planning to do. “Oh, god, Javi,” you gasped.

His strokes didn’t waver, the bottle dropping to the bed, him saying through his teeth, “Tell me if it’s too much. Understand?”

He was going use his fingers in your ass while he fucked you, and it had your brain short-circuiting at imagining how it would feel.

His palm landed on your ass in a resounding smack, the sweet pain getting your attention.

“Do you understand, baby?” he asked.

“Yes!” you exclaimed, his thick cock pistoning into you. “Do it!”

His thumb circled your asshole, shivering at the tingles moving down your spine, then he was pressing in, your eyes rolling back in your head.

“Oh, fuck,” you whined, feeling even fuller—this was just his thumb, and it already felt like so much. How were the other fingers going to feel?

“Relax, Cielito,” he purred, his free hand rubbing soothingly against your hip, realizing your thighs had tensed up and relaxing them, welcoming the intrusion. “Good girl.” He pushed it in and pulled it out in time with his thrusts, the pleasure making your head spin, feeling yourself rocketing toward your release.

His thumb disappeared, replaced with one thick finger, then two, moaning loudly at how good it felt, it getting wetter between your legs, hearing the wet suck of your pussy taking him.

“You’re doing so good for me,” he said, the digits moving in sync with his hips. “So fucking good for me, baby. Does it feel good?”

Your mouth had fallen open, drooling onto the blanket below you, not sure if you could speak. His other hand lightly slapped your thigh. “Does it feel good, Cielito?”

“Yes,” you moaned. “Fuck, it’s so good—you’re fucking me so good!”

“I know I am.” You could hear the smile in his voice. “You’re taking my fingers so well, can’t wait to feel you squeeze my dick in this tight ass,” he ended the sentence by smacking it with his free hand.

You were getting close to your climax, the fire in your belly growing rapidly, rocking back on him to feel him deeper, wanting more—his cock was moving in and out of you at the same time as his fingers, filling you over and over again, pleasure rising inside you.

It was a lot—you couldn’t think of anything else except how fucking good he was making you feel.

“I think you can take one more,” he grunted. “Can you do that? Be my good girl and take all three?”

You had the presence of mind to answer, “Yes, Papí!”

He started pushing in the third finger, and your vision went white.

You were used to him occasionally putting a thumb in your ass when he was fucking you from behind, but three of his fingers? His hands could be classified as mitts they were so fucking big, and here he was, sticking three of his sizable fingers into your ass—you came immediately.

Your orgasm slammed into you hard, a strangled sound ripped from your throat as your body seized up so tight he had to come to a stop—Javi groaned loudly at you tightening around his cock and digits, pleasure exploding out from your core, feeling it in the tips of your fingers and toes, your thoughts becoming slow, thick like molasses.

Your pussy was still fluttering around him when your body went lax.

“Can I keep going?” Javi roughly asked.

The words weren’t forming on your tongue, so you settled for an affirmative hum and a shaky thumbs up.

He started moving again, his dick in your cunt and his fingers in your ass, spreading them inside you while you went along for the ride.

“I’m close,” he gritted out. “Almost took me with you.”

“An honorable way to go,” you slurred.

He chuckled, his digits leaving your hole as he bent over you, one arm holding himself up while the other went under your middle, groaning as he pulled you up on your knees, your back to his chest—his rhythm sped up, his hands on your tits holding you to him as he chased his high, one of yours on his hip behind you the other laced with his on your breast. His lips kissed your shoulder and the side of your neck, hearing him grunting close to your ear.

His thrusts started getting uneven.

“Fuck,” he gasped, his breath tickling the shell of your ear. “Gonna fuck my come deep—want it to, fuck.” He was panting, pausing to swallow, fucking into you harder. “Want it to ta—“ The word cut off into a pained sound, pushing his cock into you all the way to the root one last time as he came, feeling him thicken, jerking inside you and the wet pulse as spurts and spurts of his spend filled you, sinking his teeth into your shoulder, making you gasp at the pleasurable pain—he rolled his hips to fuck his come deeper, wanting to fill as much of you as he could.

He came to a stop, breathing hard, both of your bodies wet with a sheen of sweat coating them. He hissed as he pulled out, his release slowing dripping down your inner thigh, squeaking in surprise when he moved to lay on the bed next to you, bringing you down with him, landing half on top of him.

His head rested on a pillow, yours on his chest, the fingers of one of your hands sliding through his wet hair, his arm wrapped around your back, drawing shapes on the soft skin of your hip with his finger as you both came down from your highs.

Javier was so relaxed he thought there was a chance he’d melt into the mattress—his rapid heartbeat was beginning to slow and even out, her nails lightly scratching at his scalp, making sparks dance along his spine.

He was content, blissed out, happy, not to mention excited about what was to come. The thought of getting to fuck her ass made his cock stir, arousal starting to burn low in his gut, knowing he would be hard again in record time.

When she told him the day before that she wanted to try anal, he was ready to go right then—he didn’t want to wait, having dreamed about it for so long, he was aching to feel her so tight around his dick, and she was tight, snugly squeezing his fingers when they were inside her.

Another thing that riled him up was the fact he was the first to fuck her ass, and it had him feeling some type of way, knowing he’d be the first and last to get the honor, hoping she’d like it enough to want to do it again.

He was already half-hard just thinking about it, glad he’d been smart enough to come before the main event to ensure he lasted more than two, maybe three pumps—he wanted her to have a great first experience and it ending as soon as he worked his cock into her would be pretty fucking disappointing even though he knew she wouldn’t complain, always saying it was a compliment when he came sooner than he hoped.

Still, he was determined to do this right by her, wanting it to be a night she remembered fondly, which was why he left work early to get the rose petals, buy the tealight candles, and stop at the grocery store to get ingredients for him to make her dinner, well aware that she hadn’t eaten much that day. Were the candles and petals a bit much? Maybe, but her face, when she walked into the room, was worth it—seeing clearly how much he turned her on had pride swelling in his chest.

“Wow, that was something,” she croaked, breaking the silence and taking him from his thoughts.

“A good something?” he inquired, his finger on her hip, spelling out her first name and his last for probably the fifteenth time that they’d been lying like this.

She tilted her face up to look at him, her fingers stroking through the hair just above his ear.

“A very good something,” she replied. “Like, I was really fucking nervous about three of your huge ass fingers inside of my ass—just your thumb feels like a lot—but my god, Robyn wasn’t lying about you taking me to fuckin’ paradise.”

He snorted, turning his head to kiss her forehead, his chest puffing up a little. “You liked it that much?” Hope rose inside him that she’d answer in the affirmative.

“God, yeah. Your dick is going to feel so good. A big reason I wanted to try it was because she told me she’s never come quicker than when she does anal, and I get it now.”

“She convinced you?”

“Yep, she sure did. Oh! She gave me more ideas today.”

Smiling, he asked, “What ideas?”

“The first was bondage which immediately made me think of how good you are with those ropes at the ranch and you tying me up in bed.” His cock twitched, his blood heating. “The second was blindfolds, which really got me going at the idea of pairing that with the ropes, so I can’t see or move, and you can basically do whatever you want to me.”

His mouth had gone dry, his brain playing out possible scenarios that had his cock becoming fully hard.

He licked his lips. “Can we send her a fruit basket? That’s what you send people as thanks, right?”

She laughed, cradling his cheek. “Oh my god, the basket arriving at the hospital with a card reading, ‘Thanks for the orgasmic ideas,’ she’d love it, but I think she’d love a gift certificate to a spa even more.”

“We’ll fucking get her one,” he said, his head moving to kiss her palm.

“We’ll do that this weekend.”

“Good.” His dick was throbbing as it lay on his stomach. “Sorry, baby, I need to get on my side.”

“Not a problem,” she replied, moving off of him to lie on her back beside him as he turned onto his side to face her.

The flat of his hand moved up her stomach to grab one of her breasts while he leaned over her to kiss her lips, her fingers tangling in his hair—pinching at her hard nipple had her moaning. Javier took the opportunity to deepen the kiss with a press of his tongue into her mouth, sliding it along hers in practiced movements.

His hard cock dug into her hip, wetting her skin with precum, the kissing getting more fervent, their teeth clattering and noses bumping, almost like they were trying to fuse themselves together with their mouths. He skated his hand back down her body and over her soft belly to between her legs, sliding two fingers through their combined mess, using the slick to circle her swollen little clit.

“Javi,” she moaned into his lips, bucking her hips against his hand. “I want you.”

He nipped at her bottom lip, pulling back to look her in the eyes, hers glazed over in lust.

“You want my dick?” he asked through heavy breaths.

Biting her lip, she nodded. “Want it so bad.”

Quickly kissing her, he went into action, getting everything ready, the ache in his lower back making him groan when he sat up to grab the towel behind him, her lifting her hips for him to lay in on the bed under her, then he told her how he wanted her.

“Spread this leg out,” he ordered, tapping the thigh furthest away from him, watching her do as he said. “Keep this one up, okay?” The one closest to him, he bent at the knee, pushing it up her torso, nodding to himself that it opened her up enough for what he would do. He reached to grab the lube on the mattress.

Flicking the cap open, he poured a generous amount in his palm, stroking it onto his dick and putting more on his fingers.

“You let me know if it’s too much,” he said. “Okay, Cielito?” He pressed one finger into her tight hole, making her keen.

“Yes, Javi—more.”

Her words had a sharp spike of arousal cutting through him. She was relaxed, him easily pushing in another digit.

“Yes,” she gasped, her hand pressing to his chest and squeezing his pec. “More, Javi—give me more.”

“Yeah, baby?” His third finger went in with hardly any resistance. “You like my fingers inside you?”

“Yes,” she moaned as he started pumping them in and out, spreading them inside to stretch her open.

“Think you’re ready for my dick?” Excitement was bubbling in his chest, his cock so fucking hard it was almost painful, ready to go at her word.

“Give it to me,” she replied. “I want it, Javi.”

At this moment, and every other they shared together, he was her devotee and would worship her like she deserved, and now she was gifting him with herself, Javier intimately aware of just how lucky he was to be given this opportunity.

He’d been waiting for this, and he was going to make it so fucking good for her.

The first time he put his dick in someone’s ass, he was a teenager, and he’d grown since then, no longer fumbling with the condom, knowing there needed to be a lot of lube and that he had to loosen up his partner with his fingers to make it enjoyable for the both of them—mistakes were made when he was younger, and now he was older and wiser, and knew how to make it good for everyone involved.

Another reason he was chomping at the bit to do this was she was letting him fuck her bare, which was something he’d never done before, and he was dying to know what it’d feel like.

His hips turned toward her, holding himself on one arm, his other hand stroking his cock, steadily leaking precum, getting closer to press the tip to her asshole. He started pushing in, his mouth falling open, making his insides burn with want at the tight squeeze. Getting halfway in, he had to pause and take a deep breath to calm down, already so worked up, he was genuinely worried he’d come.

She was mewling, making noises that were going straight to his dick when he finally bottomed out, lying down on his side next to her, putting one arm beneath her neck, the second hooking under her knee to keep her leg up, resting his palm on her breast.

Her tight ring of muscle was constricting around the base of his cock so tightly it almost hurt, Javier needing a second—she turned her head toward him, her eyes dark and heavy-lidded, her forehead glistening in sweat looking so beautifully fucked out of her mind, it had him leaning forward to kiss her, the familiar press of her lips grounding him, getting him to the point he could pull almost all the way out and push back in.

His groans came unbidden as he set up a slow pace to get her used to him, surprised when her body tensed up not even a minute later, and she came with a loud moan into his mouth, her ass squeezing him like a vise.

He broke the kiss, his heart racing, panting breaths. “Fuck, already? Do you want me to keep going?” he asked.

Her eyes were closed. “Yes,” she answered roughly. “Go until you come.”

“Okay, baby,” he replied, her relaxing enough that he could start moving again, his mouth finding hers once more, sharing breaths as he worked in and out of her faster than before.

His stomach was knotting up in pleasure with every push and pull of his hips, her leg shaking in his hold, her making sounds that almost sounded inhuman, clearly losing herself to how good she was feeling—he wasn’t much better, their kissing messy, mashing their mouths together, him completely wrecked out of his mind.

She was just so warm and tight, it lulling him to his end—fucking into her over and over again, grunting in exertion.

“Fuck!” she cried, as she seized up and shuddered, Javier feeling as she came again, his mouth leaving hers to grit his teeth, trying to stave off his own orgasm by holding entirely still inside her.

“Fuck, Cielito.” He kissed her shoulder. His forehead was wet with sweat, feeling a drop drip down his cheek while he caught his breath. “You’re gonna make me come, baby, if you keep doing that.”

She looked utterly blissed out, blinking her eyes open in a way that made it seem like they wanted to stay closed, only half-focusing on him.

Her hand came up to pat his cheek, her words slurring when she spoke. “You’re gonna make me pass out if you keep doing that.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“Nope.” She poked his nose, making him smile at her adorableness. “We’re just gonna see what happens, and if I pass out, I pass out—won’t be the first time or the last.”

“You think one more will do you in?”

“I know one more will knock me the fuck out.”

He was so fucking close, starting to rock in and out of her, knowing that if she came again, he’d go with her—an idea came to him.

“Do you trust me?” he asked.

“Oh, boy, what are you planning?” She sounded drunk. “You only ask that when you’re gonna do something exceptionally good.”

He smiled. “I am.”

“Bring it on, babe.”

Kissing her, he started moving faster, his thick cock slickly sliding in her depths, her moaning again, the muscles in his belly winding tighter and tighter.

The clean hand holding up her leg went to between her thighs, pushing one, then two fingers into her come-filled cunt, crooking them to rub against that one spot that drove her wild, fucking his digits into it over and over again.

Hedonistic sounds filled the air—she was making noises he’d never heard before that bordered on animalistic, him grunting, his fingers squelching in her pussy, while his cock wetly pounded into her ass—all of it spurring him on to his own release.

Her cunt had started to flutter, and he knew she was close.

“Come on, Cielito,” he said through his bared teeth. “One more. I know you’re close; take me with you, baby.”

Soon her back was arching, clenching down hard on his fingers and cock, a guttural groan vibrating out of his chest at her pussy gushing around his digits, soaking the towel beneath her—it sent him with her, his balls tightening up as he pushed into her one last time, his dick pulsing, coming with a ragged moan, his body awash in pleasure as he filled her ass.

He was wrung out, every muscle in his body relaxing, his head sinking into the pillow, his eyes feeling heavy, and thinking he might fall asleep. Javier removed his hand from her cunt, pulling out of her and putting her leg down so she’d be more comfortable, his breaths and heartbeat starting to slow, their bodies shining in the lights of the room from sweat.

His eyes closed, and moments later, he was frowning that she wasn’t playing with his hair like usual.

A soft snore sounded, opening one of his eyes to find hers closed with her mouth open.

Oh, he fucked her unconscious.

She hadn’t been exaggerating that one more would make her pass out.

He didn’t want her sleeping with the mess he made between her legs, so he moved to get off the bed without another thought, not caring he was tired.

He blew out all of the candles on his way to the en suite, cleaning himself up before taking care of his needs and washing his hands when he was finished. Returning to the bedroom, he had a warm wet washcloth that he used to gently wipe her down, and she was still knocked out cold, not even stirring; she just kept snoring.

The real challenge was getting her under the blankets. He feared she’d be cold and eventually succeeded in tucking her in on her side of the bed, Javier a bit sweaty from the effort and feeling really good about himself that she remained asleep—he mentally patted himself on the back for fucking her so good.

Yawning, he put the dirtied towel and washcloth into the hamper, then turned off the bedside lamp, crawling into bed with her. He scooted to cuddle up next to her, his arm going over her middle, breathing in her scent as he dozed off with a little smile.

Where were you?

What year was it?

All you knew for sure was you were burning up, a weight halfway on top of you that was hot; realizing it was a person when you heard a snore—their scent finally processed in your brain, and you realized it was your boyfriend.

You were in your shared bed with Javier Peña.

Your voice was gravelly when you tried to speak. “Javi?”

His body lightly jolted, and you knew he’d awoken.

“Hmmm?” he hummed, nuzzling his nose against your ear.

“Who’s president?”

His voice was raspier. “What?”

“Who’s president?”

“Bill Clinton? What’s wrong, amor (love)?”

“I apparently passed out so hard I forgot where and when I was.”

His breath tickled your ear when he huffed out amusedly. “You thought I fucked you into a coma?” he asked.

“Oh my fucking god—” You sat up as best you could, Javi making a sad sound that you moved. “—you fucked me unconscious!”

The room was softly glowing by the sun coming through the gaps in the blue linen curtains, Javi sitting up, too, the blankets pooling at his bare waist.

“Yeah?” he replied, rubbing the sleep from his eye. “You said one more would take you out, and you were right—out like a goddamn light.”

“Javier, did you… Am I recalling correctly, did you make me squirt?”

“Yes, I fucking did.” He sounded beyond proud of himself.

The orgasm had been unlike any you’ve ever had before, so intense it was no wonder you blacked out.

“With how easily you were coming,” he continued, “I was pretty fucking sure I could do it, and I did.” He leaned over, giving you a loud, smacking kiss on your cheek.

You smiled, pushing on his shoulder. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, you’re just real fucking proud of yourself, aren’t you?”

He was smirking. “I mean five orgasms in what, less than two hours? I think I did pretty fucking good.”

Your hand went across your body to cup his cheek. “Yeah, baby, you did really fucking good,” you replied, pulling him in for a kiss, feeling him smiling into it.

“Did you like it?” he asked against your lips.

Breaking apart, you smiled. “Um, yeah, I think the orgasms are confirmation I was really into it.”

“You’d, uh, wanna do it again?”

Pushing his bangs out of his face, you answered, “Absolutely. It’s just something we have to plan for, but I’m down—I’m really curious what it would be like if you gave me the Javi special.”

His eyebrows creased. “The Javi special…? What’s that?”

“When you rail me from behind—like, I don’t know if you’re aware, but you’re really fucking good at it. I mean, you’re good at all the positions. It’s just with back shots you get, I don’t know, feral? You let loose and just go for it, and it’s always a good fucking time. So, I’m just imagining the absolute pounding you’d give my ass, and I won’t lie, the thought makes my pussy throb.”

His hand cradled your jaw, rubbing his thumb over your bottom lip. “Yeah? You want me to fuck your ass hard?”

“Yes.” You nodded. “Very much.”

Leaning in, he hovered his lips over yours, whispering, “Next time, I’ll give it to you any way you want—would you like that, baby?”

Arousal was starting to thread in your belly.

“Yes, I’d like that a lot,” you answered just as quietly.

“Good.” He nudged your nose with his. “Let’s go shower, then I’m gonna make you dinner—some steak has been marinating since I got home. I’m making you mi mamá’s fajitas.”

“Keep talking dirty to me—what did you marinate it in?”

He smiled, pecking your lips. “Cumin.” Another kiss. “Chile powder.” A quick peck. “Salt.” A kiss. “Lime juice.” A peck. “Lime zest.” His lips on yours again. “Olive oil.” He kissed you. “Garlic—“

“How much garlic?” You interrupted.

He chuckled. “Her recipe said two minced cloves, but you taught me to measure garlic with my heart, so I did three.” He kissed you again.

“God, that’s so sexy,” you murmured against his lips.

He pulled back. “I don’t know how the fuck to pronounce the last ingredient—wor-ces-ter-shire, wer-ches-ter—“

“Worcestershire.” You sounded it out. “Woos-te-sher.”

He made a face that made you giggle. “Are you fucking kidding me? Why are there so many extra fucking letters?”

“The British named it, babe.” You stroked your fingers through his hair, your stomach growling. “Fuck, I’m starving.”

“Get up. We’ll shower, then I’ll feed you.”

“I love you—you’re perfect.”

Tenderly he kissed you. “You’re the perfect one,” he said into your lips. “I love you so fucking much.”

“Oh!” You broke away from him. “Do you think we’re vanilla?”

His face scrunched. “What?”

“Like, sex, are we vanilla? Until tonight you’ve only stuck your dick in my mouth and pussy. We’d never fucking fathom going to one of those wild orgies Robyn likes to go to—“

“Fuck, no,” he cut in. “I’m not fucking possessive, but I sure as fuck am not sharing you.”

“That’s what I told her! Also, same, respectfully, you’re mine, and I’m yours, and there will be no one else—I don’t want anyone else.”

“That’s fucking right.” He gave you a quick kiss. “Did she call us vanilla?”

“Yeah, and like, I’m really thinking we might be…”

“What? ‘Cause you’re not pouring hot wax on my balls, or we don’t swing or whatever the fuck—I fucked your ass tonight and made you squirt; vanilla people don’t do that shit. They also don’t fuck outside of their home, so no, we’re not fucking vanilla.”

“Exactly! We have too much risky place sex.”

He nodded. “Fucked you in a house full of people yesterday.”

“Yes, you did,” you replied, cupping his cheeks. “And we get off on pretending you’re knocking me up—which reminds me, that was really hot all the stuff you said before you came the first time. If I hadn’t come so hard, you definitely would’ve gotten me again.”

He crookedly smiled, seeing the devotion in his eyes. “I can’t fucking wait to marry you—we’re perfect for each other.”

You grinned. “Wanna know a secret?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m literally counting down the days to our anniversary. I already have next year's calendar and the day marked.”

His face lit up, his dimple showing. “You wanna know a secret?”

“Of course.”

“I’m counting down the days, too, and I’ll need to see if you can take some time off around that date...”

“Oh my god, you’re taking me on a trip!” you exclaimed excitedly. “Where are you taking me? Wait, let me guess—obviously a beach.”

He frowned. “Why would it obviously be a beach?”

“Because you’re insanely romantic and know how much I love the beach and ocean, so that’d be where you’d do it. I don’t think you’d take me to Corpus Christi or anywhere on the Texas coast. I’d think maybe Florida—Miami since Steve and Connie are there, but we’re visiting them in December, and with their baby, we wouldn’t want to impose again so soon after. Oh! You brought up my passport a couple of weeks ago, so that eliminates California, and the US in general, which leaves an island!”

He let out a long, defeated sigh, his shoulders slumping. “Call me Detective Peña…” he grumbled. “You’re apparently Mrs. Detective Peña…”

“Actually, it’s future, Mrs. Detective Peña, because you insist on making us wait.”

“Yeah, I am,” he sighed. Suddenly he was perking up, “At least you won’t be able to guess the fucking island or hell, maybe I might take you to Mexico.”

“Nah.” You swatted away his suggestion. “You wouldn’t take me to Mexico—you’re too fucking stressed about the cartels and would be worried the entire time. You’re definitely taking me to an island.”

His eyes narrowed. “Okay, future Mrs. Detective Peña, I’ve had enough of you figuring out my plans. Get your ass out of bed—we’re showering, and then I’m making you a delicious fucking dinner because I love you so goddamn much, even though I’m a little annoyed with you right now.”

“That’s how I feel when you do it to me!” you laughed. “It’s annoying as fuck.”

“I see that.” He pouted. “Kiss me.”

“What?”

“Kiss me so I’ll stop being annoyed with you—I don’t like it.”

“Oh, my sweet future husband,” you cooed, doing as he asked, pushing your fingers in his hair and kissing him.

“Call me that again.” His muffled voice said.

“My sweet future husband—I love you.”

His lips smiled against yours. “I love when you call me that, and I love you, too, my perfect future wife.”

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𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 — 𝐭𝐨𝐲𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!amateur hero!reader ( sonic scream quirk ), this is a dark fic so do not read if you don’t think you can stomach it. noncon, bondage, forced free use, suggested other villains x reader ( she’s been through it okay ), lots of cum marking, degradation, forced unprotected sex, noncon creampie, dabi’s mean mean, suggested noncon breeding, all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ ah my first dabi fic so i hope y’all like it & i hope I do him justice! please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading <3

“We’ve already done a number on you,” Dabi mutters, mostly to himself, as he looks over your figure. you were bound ( too tightly, you might add, your hands and feet were numb from the construction around your wrists and ankles ) to a rickety, metal chair. the bastards folded you in half, tying your legs to the back of it, so your knees jut inward against your chest, your calves framing your face on either side. it was their cruel way of making you as accessible to them as possible, and you’d better believe that they had taken advantage of your compromised position.

what used to be your uniform, even if you’d sewn it yourself so it was a bit shoddy, hung in tattered strips off of you where countless hands had torn at it, ripping gaping holes to grope your breast or expose your sex to them. in place of it, scribbled on the underside of your thighs, were dashes. each, jagged line represented a time that you’d been raped by one of them.

there were starting to be so many that they were making jokes about it, specifically the one in the mask. Mr. Compress, you’d heard him called. ‘I think I’ll have to start writing over some of your count, Dabi. I’m running out of room over here.’

if the tallies weren’t proof enough that they’d abused and assaulted you over and over since you’d been captured, then the condoms were. you were littered with them. whenever whoever was inside of you had cum, they’d rip the prophylactic off and simply toss it on to you. most of the time, they didn’t care that it landed on your belly or your chest, but there were select times when they would purposefully drape them over your face, with the intention of watching their cum leak out over your strained features as you wriggled in disgusted protest.

at least, when you were alone in the dark, you would squirm and rock against your restraints until you knocked some of them off of you, whimpering in relief when you hear them splat against the floor. however, most were stuck to your flesh, drying cum like a sticky, filthy glue.

you hated them for what they did, but even more for making you watch it happen. they’d shoved a thick, solid gag into your mouth and tied it tightly so you couldn’t make use of your quirk and fight back, but they were sadistic enough, no— he was sadistic enough, that devilish Dabi who’d refused to blindfold you.

now, as you stare up at him, you’re sore. exhausted. hungry. violated by him and his comrades so many times that you trembled when he reached to grab hold of your ankle, rubbed raw from the rope, and tilted the chair on to its back legs. “And you’ve still got that bitchy look in your eyes.” hissing, he threatens to topple you over into the floor, pushing against the chair’s legs and letting them creak. but you glare up at him, eyebrows furrowed, choking on every expletive you wanted to scream at him— every possible way you wanted to threaten him. “I thought that annoying resistance of yours would be in shambles by just how much cock we’ve given you. For sure, your eyes would be glassy and dead by now, you wouldn’t tense up, you wouldn’t fight back—“ as if to punctuate his point, Dabi squeezes your ankle, and your leg muscles all contract. you wanted to get one free so you could kick him square in the jaw. “You’d just take it; we might have even been able to take that thing out of your mouth, but as long as you’re being a brat, I can’t trust you not try something stupid.”

“Something is surprising, though,” he continues, glancing down your body. you suppress a shudder. his gaze was icy as it glued itself to your cunt. “Your pussy’s been getting wetter when I slide in.” you clench your tingly hands into fists behind your back, gurgling in muffled argument, one that he ignores. “Like you’re starting to enjoy it.”

oh, god.

you want to scream that he’s wrong at the top of your lungs, that you hated every, single inch, but you couldn’t.

and, would you be lying if you could?

“That was never the goal, you know.” he chuckles, hoarse and wicked as his free hand flees to undo his fly. “You were never supposed to end up liking it, we were supposed to fuck you until you broke, body or mind, whichever came first.”

the heat of a humiliated blush creeps on to your features as you glower daggers up at him, hoping he can feel them.

“I gotta wonder if you’re wet already, watching me whip it out, thinking about how wide you’re going to have to stretch open to take it.”

you shook your head, rocking hard against your binds, your hips jutting forward just as he propped the chair back with one foot, and the hand on your ankle flees to hook two fingers inside you. your eyes water— he was never, ever gentle. his skin was rough, and he pushed them deep and curled to grip you from the inside. your walls spasm around the unexpected intrusion.

“Dripping and clenching already, just like a dirty slut would be.” when he pulls his cock through the gap provided by his open zipper, you tried not to stare at it. it didn’t help that he was pumping it so fiercely, forcing it to life in his fist. “Some hero, huh? Reduced to the bad guys’ cheap, little fleshlight after just a couple of days? You want it so bad, it must be humiliating. Don’t you worry, I’ll give it to you.”

your eyes widen as you realize something vital, and you turn your head to stare at the pile of metallic-wrapped condoms on the table beside you. they kept them there for ease of access, and he knew damn well they were there; he’d been the one to dump a lot of them there, and use a lot of them.

Dabi catches you staring at them, expecting him to reach over, but he rolls his eyes. “We’re past that by now, aren’t we?” he murmurs, pulling his fingers free and grabbing his cock at the base, he presses the swollen head against your trembling core instead and you shake your head, passionately protesting the idea of him pushing in raw. “See, I don’t like you making me look like a liar by hanging on to your pathetic, little pride. This time, I will fuck you braindead. Even if I gotta pump you full of jizz to do it.”

no. fuck, no!

your mind was buzzing with protest, and you push yourself as far up off the chair as you can, jerking arms and legs about in your ropes. you didn’t care if they burned. you couldn’t let this happen.

maybe, it was because you knew that you were already teetering on a very precarious brink, and the right amount of abuse from your captor would be enough to see his mission accomplished.

ultimately, however, your bindings didn’t give, but your body does.

Dabi plunges inside, without the rubber barrier for the first time and barrels through your clenching canal, and you cry out around your gag.

fuck him, you thought.

you screamed it until your throat burned. “FUCK YOU!” but all that made it out was a series of gargling and muffled yelping.

“Shut up, already. ” he groans, breathy as he grabs hold of both of your bound ankles this time, using the leverage to pull you to meet his savage thrusting, “If you didn’t like it, then your cunt wouldn’t be so sloppy fucking wet. I feel like I’m drowning in it.”

maybe you kept babbling to deaden the sound of your own slick, slurping as he pounds you, your walls clenching around him.

you didn’t want to hear how wet it made you to be assaulted by him. because, god, were you soaked.

Dabi wasted no time in finding your limit and crushing it, forcing himself deep with each, brutal buck of his hips, his balls slapping against your sticky flesh. “Goddammit,” he rasps, shifting his position, holding you under him so he can spread his legs and pile drive straight down into you. your eyes roll back at about the same time that the shape of his thick tip started to push a faint bulge in your rippling belly, “you don’t even try to push me out, anymore. That wet, little pussy just takes what you’re given, milks me.” Dabi tries to force a chuckle, but it breaks into a vulgar moan when he bottoms out, smashing his balls against you as if he were trying to see them pop inside of you, too.

you shudder, your thighs shaking, and you try to glare up at him again. but it was more difficult to muster that hatred, because he was, quite literally, fucking the power to fight out of you.

azure gems take note of this, and his smirk is tense, “With the way you’re gripping… Feels like you’re trying to make me cum.” you shake your head, but it’s weak. “You want to break that bad, slut? Excited to take my load? Can’t wait to see what happens when your brain melts?” another head shake, but it doesn’t matter, anyways. he doesn’t care. “You’re a dirty, little liar.”

you mewl, squinting when he slams home harder to emphasize his cruelty, jabbing a hypersensitive knotting of nerves relentlessly, and you writhe in the chair, biting down on the gag. it was solid enough to break your teeth if you applied too much pressure, but you couldn’t help the need to hold on to something. your walls flutter spastically, and Dabi grunts low, his fingers digging into the vulnerable, burning skin of your ankles, “You’re gonna cum with me, aren’t you?”

no.

please, no.

you were begging your body not to humiliate you like this, but you could feel a release bubbling in your lower belly. your insides bunching up into tight knots.

and then there was Dabi, who was pulsating in your guts, pounding you so furiously that you saw stars behind your eyelids when you closed them tight.

“All you need is to feel me shoot it in your belly and you’re done. Watch—“

it was all the warning you got, but it was enough to open your eyes wide— remembering what his intentions were.

oh god, don’t cum, you begged. both him and yourself.

don’t cum inside me!

don’t you dare!

as if that would stop him.

with a strangled moan, he nestled deep with a final, cruel thrust and releases deep. you sputter, helplessly around the gag, staring up at him with your eyes glazing over, because your own release had begun it’s attack. furiously twitching, back arching, your pleasure overrides whatever pride you had left after so much abuse, and your resistance snaps in half.

you broke.

your screams melt away into mindless, muffled moaning, as your hips buck forward to except every spurt of hot spunk that Dabi deposits inside. your belly feels full, and you swear you can feel his essence sloshing around when he rips his cock free from you, leaving an empty, gaping feeling. what you couldn’t hold in your body dribbles out with each pulse of your abused cunt, running white stripes down your ass crack, sticking to the chair underneath you.

hazy, your head hangs forward to stare down your body at the decimation left at your core; you couldn’t see, but feel how your hole convulsed, spitting out Dabi’s cum a little more each time, and had your mind have been intact, you would’ve been cursing him. trying to activate your quirk and scream until his ears bled, until you deafened him. you weren’t. you were whimpering and submissive. your body jerks upwards as if to chase his cock, beg him to put it back in and break you all over again.

“I guess I should tell the others you’re taking it raw now,” he mused, pressing a heavy palm against your sensitive, lower belly. with the pressure applied, more of his cum leaks out of him and you whine, your eyes rolling behind heavy lids. “You’d better hope you’re on a birth control that holds up, slut, or else you’ll be promoted from cum dumpster to baby factory.”

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lazystar · 7 months

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The Long Way Home

Choi San x Fem!Reader

WC: ~ 6.5K

Warnings/Content Notes: 18+ !!! MDNI!!! SMUT, BDSM Dynamics, Dom!San, Sub!Reader, BFFS -> FWB -> Lovers. ANGST! Cursing, Alcohol Consumption, Jungkook at the scene of the crime, Jokes about divorce. Smut warnings after the cut.

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A/N if you enjoy reading this please consider reblogging and leaving a comment ty it genuinely means a lot to me to see y’all’s reactions to my work :)

SMUT Warnings: BDSM Dynamic, Dacryphilia, Impact Play, Bondage, Choking, PIV Sex (no mention of protection remember to wrap it up y’all), Fingering (F Rec), Degradation.

The Long Way Home

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Tequila was the worst invention known to man. Your pounding head and naked body declared this thought as you gazed over to the man in the bed beside you. Some jock you couldn’t even recall the name of. He was some fucking guy, maybe his name was something basic like Matthew? If he asked you his name you would’ve blanked and probably said some random name like John. His snores made your head sting with a headache as you tried to recall how you ended up nude and having to do yet another walk of shame.

The memory hit you as you shrugged on one of your one night stand’s hoodies and your jeans. The walk of shame uniform, some random guy’s clothes paired with your own you sighed to yourself.

The bright lights, booming bass, jungle juice, and losing your best friend in the crowd as you both flirted with the many attractive people at the party. It was just a local affair. Crawling with the washed up twenty somethings that all resided in rather small city you called home. All of them regularly relived the glory days of raucous partying and drinking away the stressors of everyday life, you and your best friend and roommate wee no exception to this.

It was cheaper than a bar and honestly more fun. Mr. Anonymous was one of the hosts and putting on his best Flynn Rider-esque smolder as you batted your false lashes and giggled like a fool. You were about to “oh my god you’re so funny” your way into some good sex. Or so you thought, except you recalled on your walk to your apartment that the guy didn’t even last five minutes and you didn’t even cum. It wasn’t even hook up yelp review worthy.

You barged into you and your best friend San’s shared apartment with a loud huff slamming your keys onto the entryway table. Not even looking up from his phone San let out a laugh, “Who the fuck pissed in your cheerios bun?” Bun had been your long time nickname from San due to your shorter stature and constant habit of twitching your nose when annoyed.

“Well Mr. Mountain Flynn Rider guy didn’t even last ten minutes and I was left disappointed AGAIN!!!” You wailed as you flopped beside him onto your lumpy couch. “Like I get it, I take a while to finish but he couldn’t at least help me?! Where is the fucking decorum in hookups these days.” He lets out a loud laugh at your rant and then suddenly stopped, he looked over at you like he just discovered the secret to time travel. Eyes wide and brows raised, his mouth was agape with a smile.

“I just got the best idea! Why don’t we just start hooking up. We talk enough about our sex lives since we’re so close, we know what the other likes. Why not just fuck?” He says his grin now a smirk, he waggled his brows and nudged you with his elbow.

“Did you smoke something? Are you high? Are you unwell? That’s a fucking terrible idea! Like holy shit that’s an insanely bad idea! One of us could catch feelings, someone could get hurt, it would be a mess. Have you seen any movies where that works out?” You exclaim. Your hands were thrown in the air and you began to consider smacking San upside the head in hopes you could help him create some new braincells for some cognizant thoughts. He just shrugged your way and continued on with his master plan.

“Bun, honey. Think about how much easier and safer it would be. No walks of shame, we’d get tested first obviously, I wouldn’t fuck anyone else so we both stay safe, and come on. I know how you like it.” His voice grew almost husky as he looked deep into your eyes. The change in his energy made you squirm and you couldn’t help but think how hot he looked. You had eyes, you knew your best friend of over ten years was hot with his dark eyes and muscles that practically bulged out of his tight shirts.

“Fuck it. Show me what you got.” And with that his lips crashed onto yours, his hand laced into your hair tugging on the roots just hard enough to make you whine into the kiss.

“Oh Bunny I’m gonna ruin you.”

“I’d like to see you try Sannie.” He quickly knocked the smirk off your face with his hand wrapping around your neck, he squeezed a bit and gave you a glare.

“You shouldn’t have said that.” Your underwear was soaked as you gazed at him with wide eyes and a moan fell from your lips as he chuckled darkly. He quickly tugged the hoodie off of you and smirked down at you, noticing your lack of a bra. “Fuck your tits are so gorgeous, look at you. You look pathetic all needy for me.”

“ ‘M not pathetic.” You whined. His hand that was around your throat previously gripped your jaw squeezing your cheeks.

“Yes you are, I bet you’re all soaked and your little pussy is begging for me to fuck you. But sweetheart, you didn’t earn it did you? Back talking, sassing me, telling me that fucking me was a horrible idea. Such a dumb little bunny under me. I should just leave you right here all worked up.” You felt out of control as you shook your head no, ten minutes ago you would have never thought of yourself having any sexual relationship with San. But here you were silently pleading for him to fuck you stupid. He watched with glee as your eyes began to water and you began to beg for him to touch you, for him to play with you like a doll. He had you where he wanted you, needy, lust filled, and wanting only him.

“Sannie please! I want you! I need you! I’m gonna fucking lose it if you don’t do something.” Your voice was whiny and you sounded on the verge of tears as your roommate simply smirked at you.

“You have ten seconds to strip and get on my bed, You know how I’ll wanna see you waiting for me.” You bolted, shoving your jeans down and kicking them off, then your panties as you scurried to his room. You practically leapt onto his bed and got right into his favorite position; kneeling on his bed, hands on your knees, head held high, not moving a muscle.

San during your rendezvous rundowns had divulged his preference for BDSM encounters rather than vanilla ones. His stories had you internally squirming when you two discussed your sexual encounters. You hadn’t really had experience with kinky sex like San did. He’d visit BDSM clubs, done his online research, met up with some subs once or twice as he learned more about his dominant side. He told you about how he loved when some of his submissive partners would cry as he would play with them, using impact toys, vibrators, ball gags, collars. He was a rigger, he explained one time, loving using intricate knots and ties with rope to create, as he put it, “the perfect present for myself”. He loved seeing how his other partners would plead to touch him as he fucked them into delirium.

Now here you were, about to get fucked into that same delirious state. San strolled into the room and leaned against the doorway as you kept your pose. He loved seeing you following his unspoken orders. But he knew as a good dominant he had to make sure you were comfortable with him. “Y/N before I do anything I want to know your limits, what are you comfortable with? I know you like choking and hair pulling, some spanking, some spit play. But is there anything you don’t want me to do to you?” You blushed at his consideration, you knew he was going to do this but seeing his concerned eyes and soft smile your way had you feeling butterflies in your stomach.

“Ummm, no face slapping, just hands being tied or bound is okay, I wanna be able to see you, and um, just don’t go too crazy. Oh and don’t call me a bitch I’ll kick you.” You nodded, your last sentence elicited a chuckle from San as he shook his head walking over to you.

“So you’re okay if I for example say, hmmmm. Y/N you’re being such a good little whore for me. Getting right how I wanted you and answering my questions like an obedient little slut.” His brow quirked and he tilted his head. He didn’t show it but he was reeling watching the shy flush on your cheeks and how you tried to rub your thighs together to feel some friction.

“Yes Sir, that's okay with me.” You nodded, quietly appraising his reaction to the title. A growl erupted from him as he manhandled you onto your back and spread your legs wide.

“Oh Bunny, Sir’s gonna make you fucking scream.” With that promise he pulled you into a searing kiss as he began to push his fingers inside you and quickly locate the spot that made you cry out in pleasure. He watched as you threw your head back and moaned, his fingers grew faster as you began to squirm. He wasn’t even fingering you for that long, maybe a few minutes but he had you on the brink of your first orgasm. “Aww is Bunny gonna cum already? Uh uh, not yet baby, you gotta beg for it.” You cried out in frustration as he pulled his fingers out and slowly began to circle your sensitive clit.

“Please sir, please let me cum. I fucking need it. I’ll be so good, I’ll do anything. Please let me cum and make a mess for you.” Tears cascaded down your cheeks as you begged for him to let you cum. You felt like you were going to squirt all over the sheets as he toyed with you. He smirked and roughly shoved two of his fingers back in you and jackhammered them right at your g-spot. The slick sounds of how wet you were along with your moans and panting breaths were all San heard. He bent down and kissed at your neck has he slowed his fingers down for a moment and made a come hither motion with them, the attention on your g-spot had you falling into a state of euphoric delirium, you couldn’t even think a coherent thought as you moaned out his title over and over again.

“Fucking cum for me Bunny. I wanna see what a messy little slut you are for me.” He whispered into your ear, the kiss on your lips that followed sent you over the edge, his fingers quickened as he leaned back up to watch your orgasm splash against his palm and your body thrash about, he watches as your eyes rolled back into your head and your back arched as he continued the onslaught on your overly sensitive pussy. Your cries of relief and his name had him on cloud nine, this is what he had wished for. He had wanted you in his bed more than anything when he would hear your hookup stories. He wanted to make you cum over and over again, to hear you moan his name has he pounded into your wet cunt. Now here you were coming undone all over his sheets and whining as he overstimulated you.

“Sannie I cant take any more too sensitive.” You whined and he stopped immediately. He laid beside you and pulled you into his arms, rubbing yours and whispering praises into your sweat soaked hairline. Your head lulled onto his shoulder and you snuggled into his body heat feeling safe and relaxed as you synced your breathing with his.

“You were so good for me Bunny, you did so good. How do you feel? Do you need me to clean you up and get you some water?” You nodded and he went into the bathroom and grabbed a damp washcloth and gently cleaned up the mess between your legs. After, he grabbed you a glass of water and helped you drink as he kept on praising how well you took your first time with him. “So what do you say? Want to keep doing this?” You nodded aggressively and he let out a light laugh as he kissed your forehead. “Only time we’ll have rules is in the bedroom okay, no need for those dumb ass contracts or whatever shit they do in those girly movies you like. It’s still us being us except I eat you out and boss you around in bed.” You let out your own laugh and statement of agreement. He made it all so casual and comfortable. Any worries you had fell to the wayside as you found yourself under him once again, his hands in your hair and yours cupping his cheeks as giggles made their home in between each kiss.

You fell into an easy routine that was just you two being Mountain and Bun, except now you often are sleeping beside one another sticky from sweat and he’s made you cum several times. It felt right, like you two had been destined for something more than friends.

Soon enough the kisses and physical affection transferred from the walls of your apartment to out in public. Your friends noticed the possessive hand around your waist and glares San would give at any man who would look for a tad too long at you on nights out at the bars and clubs in the city. But when asked if something was going on between you two, San would lead the way with denying anything more than friendship. This lead to a routine of you both denying anything serious was going on, much to everyone’s disbelief as it was clear as day you two were more than friends.

It was an unspoken rule to deny a connection between you two when asked, but a spoken one to only sleep with one another. You two were just friends, friends who kissed, cuddled, and slept together. Friends with benefits, nothing beyond that. Right?

But, something beyond San tying you up and regularly making you cum up to ten times a scene was going on. Stolen kisses, cuddles under the glow of the tv, and nights ending in romantic passionate sex were growing more and more common. Mornings where you would find yourself wrapped around him as he cooked you breakfast, lazy days spent in his favorite hoodies, nights where you laid by his side and played with his fingers as you compared the size of his hands to yours. It was more than just lust.

You knew you were down bad, but you had no one to explain it to. There was no rule against being open about sleeping together but you both seemed to agree silently on keeping it just between you two. The pair of you seemed to just keep it under wraps to avoid your friend’s questions or comments. But avoiding it all was becoming too much, it was driving you insane. It was making you feel used and discarded even if he was treating you so well, you just wanted him to say something so you knew he wasn’t just using you.

Fall came, leaves crashed against the sidewalks and your feelings began to chill like the air outside. It was another night out for you, San, and your seven other friends, this time in a crowded club with booming bass, sultry air, and many other drunk people looking for a good time. You and San were dancing on one another with him subtly peppering kisses on your neck as your hips swayed against his. After a while you pulled away shouting you were grabbing another drink.

At the bar a tall, tattooed man saddled up beside you. His eyes danced along your figure admiring the short dress adorning your frame. His lip rings emphasized his sultry smirk as he offered to buy you a drink. “The name’s Jungkook. I’ll buy you a drink, but in exchange grant me once dance.” You were charmed by his attitude and agreed. Your hands soon found their way around his neck as his grip met your waist. The heavy beat of the R&B of the club and the lust filled air around you two pushed San from your mind as the tall man had stolen your attention.

“Gorgeous I don’t think your boyfriend is too happy you’re dancing on me like this.” The raven haired male said into your ear as you both swayed to the beat. His strong grip on your waist was anchoring you to the moment. The liquor swirled your brain as all of your inhibitions began to throw themselves aside. Your attention was brought back to San, you could feel his angry laser like stare on your back as you danced with Jungkook. Why was he mad? It’s not like he would openly say anything about you being off limits anyways.

“He’s not my boyfriend, just my roommate. We hook up but it’s nothing serious.” You reply back loud enough to be heard over the music.

“So he won’t keep staring at me like he wants to murder me if I kiss you?”

“He can be mad he doesn’t get a say in who I kiss.” You snark back and Jungkook pulls you into a kiss, his hands snaking down to grab your ass over your short skirt and your hands reaching into his flowing locks. Before things could get too heated you felt a hand grabbing your arm and pulling you away. “WHAT THE FUCK LET ME GO!” Your disagreement went unanswered as San dragged into a hallway away from prying eyes.

“Y/N what the actual fuck was that? Were you trying to make me jealous?! Well congratulations it fucking worked. You’re mine, nobody else’s. I thought you knew that.” His voice was filled with anger and his tone was almost like a snarl. You shivered and felt the familiar feeling of your head beginning to float at his authoritative behavior.

“Sannie, you never said we were anything more than friends with benefits. How was I supposed to know I wasn’t supposed to kiss other boys, I wouldn’t fuck them but I can’t kiss em?” Your tone was playful but also clearly annoyed at his power play when he wasn’t your boyfriend. He was the guy you lived with and fucked, not the guy telling you he loves you and wants to spend his life with you.

He had no power over you when it came to expanding your horizons while being single.

“No Y/N you’re mine.” San’s glare began to anger you. He can’t say shit like that then not say you two were a couple.

“No San. I’m not fucking yours, matter of fact I’m never going to be ‘yours’. You can have someone else in your bed, sharing a place with you, and being your plaything. I’m done with the games and the back and forth on what I am to you. I’m so done with you. If you have any once of respect for me you’ll do me a favor leave me the fuck alone.” You stormed away before he could even make a move to try and save the shreds of your relationship. You walked as fast as you could to find your friend group. With your head hung low and as quiet of a voice as you could muster in the loud club you told your friends, Hongjoong, Yunho, Minho, Seonghwa, Jongho, Yeosang, and Wooyong that you were not going to be able to go participate in your regular hang out nights anymore, your only explanation being you and San weren’t on good terms and you didn’t know if your friendship would be good again.

The guys didn’t see or hear the exchange but they saw the angry tears running down your cheeks that you had been trying to hide and knew that the situation was not good in the slightest. They watched you angrily wipe at your mascara stained cheeks and march off. They were worried for you. They saw San off in the hallway he had pulled you to, his head was pressed to the wall as sobs wracked his body. His fist was hammering the wall as he appeared to be cursing himself for what went down. The boys felt like children caught in the middle of their parents fighting and it had them all feeling a major sense of unease.

You spilled the beans a few days later to Yeosang, Wooyong, and Seonghwa when they came to check on you while you were staying on your friend Winter’s couch. She was helping you navigate moving out and moving on from the boy you had been hurt by. She knew the whole story and comforted you as you told the three boys about everything, well not all the sexual things after you got into a little bit about it and they looked ready to send you off to a convent. The boys were angry for you they understood that you felt played and that your feelings seemed to be disregarded, but they also understood that San was not the best when it came to emotional vulnerability or communication. They wanted you to open the door to him to try and repair things. But you were insistent on never speaking to San again due to how hurt you were. You couldn’t bear looking him in the eyes knowing you had been a toy to him. That he wanted to have all the aspects of dating you, but wouldn’t even admit he was sleeping with you. Was he embarrassed with you? Were you not enough? Your mind would spiral every night as you laid on Winter’s couch questioning your value to San, your friendship as a whole, your own sense of self. You picked yourself apart to the atom, finding more and more reasons to wonder what it was that made San begin the denial of your relationship when asked about you.

They helped you pack your things when San was at work and within the hours of his shift any trace of you was gone. Your new apartment was only a few blocks away with San none the wiser. When he came home to see every trace of the years you’d shared by his side gone, his heart was crushed like a hammer was hitting him square in the chest. The end of September was now San’s least favorite time of year, because it’ll forever mark when he lost to you due to his own stupidity.

Days without either of you speaking turned into weeks, then months. The cold gray winter had come in to chill your bones and steal your breath. It turned your cold heart to ice as you began to move on from the beautiful boy you had fallen for. It was as if the past few years never existed. Like the way you slept for months in his bed was an illusion. It was a fog, always a fog. Until those cold nights called for another body to join you in bed. Nobody else was good enough, it had to be him. The man who had you Pavloved into orgasming to the sound of his voice, the man who made your mind melt. San, Choi San was the only one for you.

San was no better off, cold nights yearning for your touch. Your voice haunting every time he had to rub one out. “Please Sir, please let Bunny cum! I-I’ve been so fucking good for you please!” one of his favorite memories. He could always remember every aspect of that night. He had been practicing some new Shibari tie methods and had you bound into the perfect present, intricate knots holding your breasts in place, your pussy exposed with your hands bound to your legs so you were immobile. You looked delectable with those pleading yet wild eyes, drool leaking from your mouth, and makeup running down your face. You looked practically angelic to him as he watched your eyes roll back into your head as he bullied his cock into you over and over, he recalled how with a whispered “such a good girl for me, yes you can cum.” the scream that flew from your lips as your eyes rolled back, the gush of your orgasm around him and how your pussy milked him dry. He remembered how you looked at him with such loving eyes as he took care of you and how you would let him lay on your bust as you kissed his forehead and assured him he wasn’t too rough with you. He remembered that while you slept he uttered “I love you” while he looked at you.

But he couldn’t get to make memories like that again, not until you’d let him speak to you, not until he could fucking find you that is. And most definitely, not if you have a new boyfriend or someone he can’t compete with for your heart.

While the two of you were pining for the other like a high school production of Romeo and Juliet the rest of the friends you and San shared were extremely annoyed by the way you two were acting like a divorced couple.

“I’m team Mom aka Y/N here but I don’t wanna deal with who has custody of us at Christmas being an issue. They need to kiss and make up” Yeosang declared while sitting with the others at lunch. They had planned a lunch to plan the intervention because as much as they didn’t want to admit it they would rather be annoyed by you two being romantic or possibly walk in on you two, than have to deal with the split custody issue. Thus the “Stop the Divorce” squad was put into action. They wanted you both happy and most importantly back together.

Soon enough their plan to get you two to hash shit out was put into action, Hongjoong the unofficial leader of the group sent San and you separate texts asking to meet up at his recording studio space to hang out. You arrived first, you had made yourself at home on the sofa and then about five minutes later San was walking into the room. “Oh fuck no, I’m not doing this.” You exclaim, grab your things, and make your way to the door to leave. It’s San who surprisingly makes the move to block your way out. Hongjoong and the others maneuvered to exit and lock the door as you and San stared down one another with laser like focus.

“Sit. The. Fuck. Down. Y/N.” He hisses through his teeth, using the tone of voice he reserved for those occasions you would have tested his patience when your dynamic was in place.

“You’re not the fucking boss of me anymore Choi San. Just fucking UGH!! Let me go!” You bark back.

“I’m not going to lose you now when I finally have you back in my life, I won’t make that same mistake again.” His voice sounded as if he was about to cry, it was broken. San’s voice carried his emotions after not seeing you for months,he sounded lost, hurt, terrified, and so, so sad.

“You won’t lose me Sannie, you never did. I went overboard leaving like I did, I was just so… so fucking scared. I was with you every day. I slept in your bed, woke up to you, brushed my teeth while you showered, held you when you cooked. It was becoming so real, so domestic, it felt too coupley when you wouldn’t even claim me as someone you had even been fucking! I couldn’t take it anymore, it was too painful.” Your voice broke as you crumpled to pieces before your former lover. His own eyes filled with unshed tears as he looked at you. Your hair hung in your eyes as you stared at your shoes. Your arms were wrapped around your body like a protective shield as you rocked back and forth avoiding him as your confession hung in the air like a thick fog.

“Oh bun. Shit, baby. I— fuck it. I love you Y/N I have loved you for years. I think it was sophomore year of college when I realized how I’d fallen for you. It was when you were there for me when Mina broke up with me, you didn’t even do anything but sit and listen as I cried. You told me something that day, do you remember?” You shook your head as you looked up at him with wide eyes at his confession. Your heart was thumping, head reeling at the words he’d just blurted out. “You held me and said ‘San, any chance to love you is a chance worth having. You love so greatly, so wonderfully, so wholeheartedly. Love from you in any capacity is love worth lifetimes of happiness that anyone would be blessed to have.’” You began to cry as you realized he was telling you the truth, he remembered verbatim the words you told him that day. He remembered the veiled confession you made.

“San, I love you too.” You whispered, almost incomprehensibly.

“Say it again, please”

“Choi San, I Y/N Y/L/N am undeniably in love with you.” You said louder, now smiling at him with tears cascading down your cheeks. His own tears falling from his eyes as your lips crashed onto his. The kiss tasted like salt from your mingling tears. He smelled like his cologne mixed with his own natural scent that was something so addictive. He felt like home. The warmth of his hands felt like forever.

You moved back in shortly after San confessed, loving him felt like walking on air; light, freeing, and gentle. The domestic routine was something you loved, a good morning kiss, another kiss as you both left for work, a welcome home kiss from him as he cooked dinner to reward you as you came back from a longer day at the office, so many kisses just because. He spoiled you in affection and words of his adoration for you, he made you feel so at home.

It was game night at your home with San, your friends all lounged on your couches as you curled into the worn leather loveseat nestled into the crook of San’s arm. Your head was resting on his chest as your sock covered toes poked at the arm of the small sofa, his laughter lightly shook you as a fond smile crept to your face as Seonghwa was forced into telling another embarrassing tale of his college dating woes. “So she walks into my dorm, I’m thinking ‘hell yeah I’m about to lose my v-card and BAM! The lego collection scared her away like DAMN can’t a man get laid and like legos?” He laments and the snort that left you at his story has the whole group laughing. “Okay just for that miss piggy, your turn, truth or drink?”

“For the sake of my liver, truth.”

“What’s the wildest thing San and you have done while fucking?” The sip of your single glass of wine for the night nearly launches from your nose as the boldness of Seongwha’s question sets in.

“What defines wild to you?”

“Nah sister, just answer the question.”

“Well there was this one time he had me collared with a leash but also tied up in this crazy position, like my ankles and wrists bound together so I was practically immobile. He fucked me so hard I blacked out, we’re okay with like him still going even when I’m not all there in the head. We’ve talked boundaries about that stuff so don’t keep looking at him like he’s a psycho. And yeah, or would you rather hear about how he had to punish me for being such a brat, he went so hard on me that day I had to call off work for three days so the bruises on my ass could heal and I could sit down properly?” You smirked and looked up at San, his eyes were burning onto you as his own smirk settled onto his face. He bent his head down and uttered one small phrase that had you shifting in anticipation.

“Strike one bun, you know I don’t like the idea of them imagining you all exposed and slutty for me.” His voice practically sounded like a purring lion. The shiver that went down your spine was visible to anyone looking your way.

“Well damn. Don’t go having war flashbacks over there Mr. and Mrs. Pornhub.” Yunho prompted as he cleared his throat. You shrugged and the game kept going. The questions only seemed to grow bolder as time passed and soon enough you all grew progressively drunker.

“Y/N truth or drink but if you drink it’s 3 shots this time!” Wooyoung drunkenly declares.

“That’s so foul, okay lay it on me.”

“Who in this room would you tell San you’d be cool to have a threesome with?” San’s grip on your thigh grew harsh in a warning. You promptly took the shots and groans of disappointment rang out as your friends still asked you to answer.

“Fuck it, ummmm Joong I guess.” You say not thinking as the alcohol muffled your mind of any proper filter.

“Strike two.” San’s voice rings in your ear. Like baseball, one more and you’re out of luck. So, you turn on the brat mode.

“I mean come on we all have eyes, Joong is cute and I’m not saying I would do it but hey who knows.” You shrug and you feel San’s eyes burning into your skull as Hongjoong blushes wildly and murmurs a question filled “thank you?”.

The third strike warning never comes as San finds an excuse for the party to end and within the hour you find yourself bent over his lap. The loud thwack! of the shiny leather paddle reserved for only the harshest of your punishments against your ass rings out as he orders you to count. “One! Thank you sir.” THWACK! “T-two! Thank you sir.” and so on until you hit fifteen. Your ass is ringing with pain as he manhandles you silently onto your back with your head hanging over the edge of the bed. You didn’t even have a moment to process before your ankles are on his shoulders and his cock is being pounded into your sopping cunt, tears leaked from your eyes and were hitting your hairline as cries of pained pleasure were ripped from your throat.

“Shut the fuck up and take it like the greedy whore you are.” His warm palm encased your throat as he squeezed it, choked gasp filled moans fell from your lips as the familiar feeling of floating euphoria filled your mind. The blood rushing to your head combined with the sensation of his hand around your throat squeezing your airway made each thrust hit that much more intensely. Your mind was going blank and you dropped into the headspace that made you lose all sense of thought and control. Your mind was solely consumed by San, only San.

“Sir, gonna cum!” You cried as that knot in your stomach grew tighter and tighter. He shook his head and pulled out, he pulled his hand away and maneuvered so he stood at the side of the bed near your face.

“Only good girls get to cum, you know that. Or are you too stupid to remember Bunny?”

“‘m a dumb bunny and forgot sorry sir! Please let me cum!” The tears fell harder toward your hairline as you gazed at him with pleading eyes.

“Suck Sir off and I’ll maybe let you cum.” He asserted and he began to thrust his cock down your throat as soon as your mouth opened. His cock bullied the back of your throat, spit trailed from your lips to your cheeks and hair as you gagged and moaned around his throbbing hard length. You could barely take half of him, but you wanted to please him so badly you relaxed you gag reflex and watched his face screw up in pleasure as he watched his length create a bulge in your throat as you worked to deep throat the entirety of his pulsating cock. It felt like hours of him thrusting in and out of your mouth, your mind was numb and you were still yearning for orgasm. After a few choked “Good girl bunny.”’s you felt his cum shoot down your throat. He pulled out and let the last few ropes of cum shoot over your face moaning as you tried to swallow more of his load.

“Oh Bunny you did so well for me, let Sir make you cum all over for him okay? Want me to eat that pretty little pussy and make you squirt for Sir?” A dumb nod in response was all it took for him to begin lapping at your sopping hole, moans and growls rumbled against your aching clit as he suckled on it like he was having his last meal. His tongue was expertly thrusting in and out of your pussy and his nose brushed your clit as he moved his head to lick you from your asshole to your clit a few times. Your head was reeling as silent screams left your lips, your eyes rolled back into your head as he gently nibbled at your clit. You couldn’t even give San a warning as with one last thrust of his tongue the wire in your core snapped and you felt that jolt of pleasure spread from your head to your extremities. Your legs shook as your fingers dug into his scalp and you held his head to your pussy. Gush after gush of your orgasm flooded from you as he continued to lick and suck at your core. You couldn’t even declare it being too much before another white hot orgasm hit you. You continued to whine and squeal as you soaked the sheets. He pulled away and watched as the lady sprays of your orgasm fled your body. “That’a girl, you there for me baby?” You nodded tiredly as he maneuvered you so your head was resting on a pillow. He had prepared prior to starting the scene having some water, baby wipes, and some pain cream for your ass for aftercare. He whispered soft praises as he moved you once again to massage your aching ass cheeks with the cream and to clean the sticky mess between your thighs with the baby wipes. His gentle touch was so comforting as he made sure you were comfortable after the intense scene was done. Once he was done cleaning you up and making sure you were alright he began to help you sip some water and he whispered more praises to you as you came down to earth from your headspace. Your heart was so full of love and warmth as you took in his gentle hands rubbing your arms and his honeyed voice cooing how proud he was of you, how good you were, and how in love with you he was. He held you close, his chest pressed firmly against your back as you began to be lulled to sleep by his steady heartbeat and the encompassing warmth radiating from his body.

“Sannie?” You whispered hoarsely, looking over your shoulder at him with shining eyes full of happy tears. He smiled and moved to rub them away with his free hand, he peppered kisses on your forehead as he did so.

“Yes my love?”

“I’m so glad the guys made us talk, I can’t imagine not having you in my life. I love you so much.” His own eyes began to fill with tears as he moved so he could kiss you deeply. He didn’t need to respond, his kiss conveyed his feelings. His kiss was warm, filled with the years of adoration he held for you. His arms were safe, protecting you from ever being harmed by the world outside your bedroom. His heartbeat was the metronome by which the melody of your happiness kept time. San was home, he was your forever.

To San, your soft skin was his oasis in a desert. The warmth of your skin on his was his security. Your hands held his heart. Your voice was what he imagined Heaven to sound like. You were his forever. You were his home. You were his peace when the world was too great to bear.

Mr. Mountain and his Bun, could anything be more wonderful? In your eyes, nothing could be better than that. Nothing could be better than loving Choi San. And to him, nothing could be more perfect than loving you with every fiber of his being.

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Taglist: @stolasisyourparent

1 October 2023:

Thank you for reading this far! If you like it please consider reblogging it helps a LOT! Please remember that this is a work of fiction and all of the idols mentioned are used as face claims for characters I’ve come up with. None of their actions or behaviors are indicative of who they maybe be IRL :)

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˗ˏˋ 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐬 .ᐟ

✧ hihii! being a copy cat and doing a mutual appreciation post. ✧

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˗ˏˋ 💋 ˎˊ˗ @flkwh0re - my bsf. i love you fr. IDEK WHERE TO START UGH. tysm for putting up with me throughout all my rough patches and stupidity :3 someday i’ll get into marvel and stuff for you i swear. since i forced you into resident evil… even without knowing marvel lore, your writing is chefs kiss !! yumyum

˗ˏˋ 💋 ˎˊ˗ @argreion - actually one of the sweetest people i’ve ever met omg. honored to be able to call you my friend :3 you get me fr thank you for all that you do!! especially with supporting me n stuff when i’m feeling like shit. and you’ve helped sm with my fear of interacting with people on tumblr… AND I LOVE YOUR WRITING AND ART SM TOO. absolutely scrumptious!! you’re too hard on yourself >:(

˗ˏˋ 💋 ˎˊ˗ @whiskers-my-beloved / @tigardf - one of the first people to like. actually interact with me on here. making that art inspired by my silly wesker fic… actually meant the world to me (still does obvi but) made me feel important :3 AND you’re super super sweet n cool. i love talking to you ^.^ also love your comic pages and your ideas smmm!!

˗ˏˋ 💋 ˎˊ˗ - @dollfacefantasy - honestly was so giddy the day you followed me back ‘cause you’re one of my favorite writers. need you to teach me your ways seriously omg. idk you very well but!! you genuinely seem super cool (fight club header alone proves that)

˗ˏˋ 💋 ˎˊ˗ @sqiim - fellow pack leader!! seriously tho, love your vibe AND WRITING. think about that ethan fic literally every second of every day atp… obsessed with all of your writing though. you seem super silly nd cool :3 would love to interact with you more!! & ur one of my main inspirations with dc (but i told you that before i think)

˗ˏˋ 💋 ˎˊ˗ @d10nyx - also super silly ily :3 love all of your writing as well AND BOTS. blaming you for my dad toji addiction seriously. AND YOUR ART TOO. too many talents lad… also also thanks for helping me make my secret identity that lasted like. 3 weeks.. led me to being more comfy with dc on main and other ppl!!

˗ˏˋ 💋 ˎˊ˗ @rigorwhoring - insanely sweet omg. i get super nervous about dming people but you’re rlly easy to talk to! your writing is also insanely good it seriously baffles me. you eat every single time…

˗ˏˋ 💋 ˎˊ˗ @the-bar-sinister - tysm for all of y’all’s posts about profiction stuff. makes me feel better about writing darker themes and made me open my eyes about a lot of different things. also 90% of yalls reblogs are always real asf and i’m being slowly pulled back into my ace attorney era… AND ty for educating me on whump / whumpee ! and self shipping and all that :3

˗ˏˋ 💋 ˎˊ˗ @pupcuck - feels illegal to be mutuals with you bc you’re like. an icon idk. your writing is next level. your metaphors and stuff… shocks me to my core every-time i start reading one of your works. uhh never was into inc*st fics rlly until i came across your blog and i was like. whoa. brainrot!! all started with that gilf leon fic i think… also never had seen ddlg in writing before you so ty for that. i have been into darker themes in fiction and whatnot but you brought the demons out of me fr. ALSO you seem super super sweet. AND YOUR CAT IS SO ADORABLE OMFG.

˗ˏˋ 💋 ˎˊ˗ @missoranjespersonal - also feels illegal to be mutuals with you because your writing is next level. i absolutely adore your chris content. HEART SHAPED PANCAKES MADE ME CRY it was so ughhgggga. but love the way your mind works seriously your ideas are so amazing and i would love to talk to you more :3

˗ˏˋ 💋 ˎˊ˗ @ch-4-eri - THE jill valentine writer!! so glad i came across that fic you’re seriously so cool :3 if you ever write for lara croft i will pass away on the spot… would love to interact with you more bc you’re so insanely real !

˗ˏˋ 💋 ˎˊ˗ @xoxostarlet - love youu and your blog theme and nav stuff it’s so perty :3 love your writing style as wellll step uncle leon save me… and knight carlos was the cutest shit ever! all of your writing is but i dont wanna yap too much about each fic T-T ALSO sorry about your divorce 😖

˗ˏˋ 💋 ˎˊ˗ @admirxation - I FEEL LIKE WE DONT INTERACT ENOUGH AGGH :(( would love to yap about jojo’s with you :3 but seriously love your writing (blessed everyone with that krauser fic esp!!) AND OTHER WORKS OFC BUT. can’t stop thinking about that fic im sorry..

˗ˏˋ 💋 ˎˊ˗ @angelofwoe - i’ll admit i was very scared to interact with you for the longest time 😭 i loveee the way you write leon.. as a switch, it’s nice seeing some sub leon content for a change!! also not into the whole cannibalism thing but you wrote that so beautifully. and tyty for participating in ask games ^.^

˗ˏˋ 💋 ˎˊ˗ @getonite - Sebastian michaelis’ canon lover !! i need to catch up with reading your writing omfggg but your blog theme always eats… and directory/nav set up is so cool as well.. need to interact with you more because you seem really cool

˗ˏˋ 💋 ˎˊ˗ @sassuguru - also super cool blog setup.. i need to learn how to do cards and stuff 😓 loveee your writing like. i despise mori with every fibre of my being but that fic was so yummmm!

˗ˏˋ 💋 ˎˊ˗ @tipsyleaf - loveee your bots and stuff and how you interact with all of your anons and stuff!! super cute blog layout also. need to interact with you more <3

˗ˏˋ 💋 ˎˊ˗ @chetchad - never encountered a brad enjoyer before so that’s a nice change :3 looking forward to your works !! you seem very sweet !

˗ˏˋ 💋 ˎˊ˗ @sirenscriptures - new mutual!! but that heisenberg fic AUGGGGG absolutely ate down. loved it and am hype for whatever you write next!!

˗ˏˋ 💋 ˎˊ˗ @bonnibuckets - love when you come into my ask box :3 ALSO krauser coming soon…? i will go feral! also also need to catch up on reading all of your works omfg😓 and congrats on 1k!! deserved :3

˗ˏˋ 💋 ˎˊ˗ @wolfieisacat - also one of the first people to interact with me on here!! super cool and would like to interact moreee (so sorry im terrible at maintaining conversation)

˗ˏˋ 💋 ˎˊ˗ @localkiss - adore your writing <3 heavenly sin was so so good .. ALSO need to interact with you more (ive said this about too many ppl on this list oml but!) so sorry

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kenhoess · 9 months

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ATTENTION - AJ SHABEEL

A/N: idky i always choose to post late at night but yeah, ty to all the likes and follows n reblogs🫶🫶

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it’s known by everyone that ur boyfriend isn’t that into physical touch, especially hugs but sometimes if he really loves you he’ll sneak one in.

but ur whole love language was touch sometimes you won’t even realize you’ve been touching someone the whole convo,

so that already tells that you and aj got a hard relationship. but he really does love you so sometimes he’ll just let you annoyingly kiss and hug him while he mumble things under his breath.

But not this time. You just got back from going to ur friend birthday dinner, thinking that aj would be sleep by now since it was at least 1am and he had a video to shoot in the morning.

you tip toe in the apartment to make ur way to the bathroom until you get stopped by aj playing his video game in you guys living room “Ya backkk!” he cheers than stop after he shift his eyes to you.

“wait you wore that?” “i wouldn’t even be surprised ur just now seeing my outfit” you roll ur eyes going to the bathroom remembering he’s been on the game ever since you left “wha- what did i do wrong?” he yells out to you. getting a door slam in return.

“sassy gal” he whispers under his breath shakin his head then bringing his attention back to the game.

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Once you where fully dressed you come out of the bathroom ready to cuddle up with ur man and go to sleep thinking he’s sleep by now,

but no, bed empty and aj still playin just more into it, “OMG YOU IDIOT WHY WOULD YOU SHOOT UR OWN TEAMMATE” he basically barks at the tv.

“if you were next to an crackhead on the streets I would not be able to tell the difference..” you sit next to him on the couch.

You thought like usual you would get a bitch remark back but he just sat there looking at the tv, you grow bored of just sitting there you try to make up small talk again trying to talk to ur boyfriend cause you couldn’t all day.

“oh my day? yea amazing I’ll make sure to tell jasmine you told her happy birthday” you lay ur back on aj and feet on the couch,

still not gettin a response to ur sarcastic remark

you lay there for a while than got up and wrap ur arms around ur boyfriend “aj..” “oh my days- just go to bed already!” he tugs you off him in annoyance.

You just sat there hurt and pissed of at the same time because ur stupid boyfriend didn’t want to be bothered.

“fuck you” you push him going off to you guys shared room finally catching aj’s attention.

“shit” he pulls off his headphones noticing he messed up. He gets up cutting off his game and making the way towards you guys room scared knowing how you get when ur mad.

“y/n..” aj says opening the door and sitting on the edge of the bed while ur balled up in a small circle that made aj heart hurt.

“Aye listen I’ve got something to say” he sits down not getting a response “y/n I’ve got some to say please” he pulls ur leg

“what!” You yell annoyed trying to go to sleep

“..How’d you get in bed that quick-“ he jokes trying to make you laugh before getting a pillow hit at him.

“AJ IM NOT JOKING” you hit him again

“NETHER AM I” he says trying to dodge the pillow. You were about to hit again before getting pulled by ur hips taking you upside down.

“AHHHHH” you yell putting the pillow down while aj’s none stop laughing

“AJ PUT ME DOWN!” “QUIT HITTING ME THAN” “NO” “ALRIGHT THAN” he start shaking you giving you a headache.

“OKAY OKAY” you say, he puts you down still laughing.

“don’t wanna mess with me huh” he flicks ur forhead “can we just go to sleep now?”

“yeah im sorry i wasnt giving you attention..”

“Ig its ok but just one more thing though”

“wha-“ aj starts but than getting cut off by a pillow hitting him in the face.

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i tried to not make it long so y’all wouldn’t get bored anyways NIGHT YALL

#aj shabeel #romance #imagines #ajbetasquad #ajshabeelxreader #fluff #beta squad #YouTube #youtubers #ajshbeelbettasquad #niko omilana #sharky

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jaylaxies · 2 years

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KINKTOBER DAY 8 — BONDAGE

PAIRING: yeonjun x fem!reader

GENRE/CW: smut, bondage, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, slight fluff.

WC: 871 words

WARNING: 18+ content, minors dni

A/N: hihi angels! i hope y’all will enjoy this fic :3 all likes, comments, reblogs and feedbacks are highly appreciated! iloveyou all <3

“Oh, baby. You look so pretty all tied up for me,” Yeonjun spoke in awe, seeing your hands tied up with a silky blue cloth, the kind which looked so very delicate, however, it was strong enough to keep you in place.

Moreover, your legs were spread open and perfectly tied to the bedposts, holding them in place for Yeonjun to get a clear look of your glistening pussy.

You’d never tried anything such with him before, such being a kink that you’d consider something straight out of your fantasy dream.

It started off simple — both of you being bored of your minds decided to make random lists, the first one being of the places you’d wanted to visit, pretty normal.

It changed once you came to your third list, a list of kinks you both had wanted to try, and coincidentally, bondage was on top of the list for you both, and Yeonjun being the enabler of your wishes was quick to act on it, bringing you to his room and tying you with precision. The sight of him biting his lip while doing so made you squirm around with the need to have him do the same with your lips.

The restraint was tight enough to burn and leave marks if left for long, but the hurt was worth it once you saw how evil he looked while licking his lips, wanting to devour you.

“Yeonjun,” you moaned out, following his eyes which trailed all over your body, “need you, please!” You begged.

He came closer, your eyes on his torso, getting down to his abs which you had wanted to lick so desperately before you saw his boxers trying to contain his painfully hard cock.

His figure hovered above yours, lips an inch away as he asked, “do you trust me?”

His question made your heart beat faster, you nodded before verbalizing out a yes, whining into his mouth as he smashed his plump lips against yours in a rushed kiss, his hand squeezing your tit while his open mouthed kisses trailed down to your neck, making you gasp.

You tried to move, to touch him and pull him closer, but you couldn’t, whining once his lips reached your boobs, his tongue swirling over your hardened nipples with urgency. Your wrist burn with the tightness of the cloth, moans leaving your mouth, resonating the room with need.

“So fucking pretty. All mine,” he groaned, finally settling between your legs and placing small pecks all over your inner thighs, your body shivering once he neared your cunt, wet and slick just for him, the rope successfully stopping your legs from closing.

“Oh fuck!” You screamed out once he decided he couldn’t wait anymore and dived right in to taste you, his tongue flat on your wetness, hands holding on to your thighs hard enough to leave marks.

You gasped and moaned loud enough for the neighbours to hear, however, he didn’t care about it. His focus was solely on you, he wanted to give his all to make you feel good, “you love this, don’t you?” He smirked against your clit, tongue caressing it enough to stimulate it just enough to make you lose your mind.

“Y—yes, so much!” You answered, eyes on him as you spoke up again, “want you so much.”

“Yeah? Tell me what you want, baby,” he stopped his actions once your legs had started shaking, making you whine.

He came up to speak against your lips, his own lips coated with your juices, “say it.”

“Your cock,” you spoke up, dazed as you looked him right in the eye, “I need you.”

“Good girl,” he placed a kiss on your neck, caressing your cheek before he proceeded to discard the last article of clothing he was wearing, letting his cock out.

He was hard, tip leaking and red, making you gasp once he positioned himself in between your legs, collecting your juices and spreading it all over his cock, pumping it a few times before he pushed himself into your welcoming pussy, your wetness allowing him to bottom out with a groan as your walls clenched around him with need.

You felt his grip tighten on your waist as the buzzing warmth spread all over your body, his thrusts soon picking up pace and slamming his cock into you, his lips near your ear as he called out your name near your ear.

Stars clouded your vision as he fucked you towards your orgasm, the overwhelming feeling increasing per second as his thrusts got harsher and deeper, hitting your g-spot with perfection.

He continues ramming into you until drops of his cum shoot out of slit into your pussy, filling you up just as he started stimulating your clit, sending you into a frenzy as you proceeded to cream his cock with your own juices, gasps and moans filling the room.

You both stay in the same position for a few seconds before Yeonjun helps and unties your ropes, kissing the area which had started to bruise, telling you how amazing you’ve been for him before a boyish smirk played on his awfully attractive face as he asked—

“So, what’s next on our list?”

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HELLO LADIES, LORDS, AND NON-BINARY ROYALTY!

I’m Coming out of my hole of just occasionally reblogs to give y’all a quality post, because if you’re reading this, you deserve it.

I believe you’ve heard enough of me, so let’s get into it!

Some (Random and Useless) Facts about my KNY Hashira god! AU

Note: there’s only one fact per god, and maybe, just maybe, some about the shrine keepers and other entities-

Tengen doesn’t have a favorite number, and if he does, it’s always shifting. You could ask him any time, any day, and one day it might be 4, the next? 404,236. He thinks it’s flashy.

Giyuu often saves drowning people. He never thinks much of it, thinks it’s an “act of service and protection”, and he doesn’t like to see sufferers. That plays into it much more than he knows.

Sanemi likes to summon things to fight. There’s been occasions where other gods have walked into his domain to see a wind monster running rampant, and Sanemi beating the everloving hell out of it.

Shinobu literally cringes when people don’t take her medical advice seriously. It’s downright horrible to look at for her, and finds herself ready to lose it when they come back to her shrine saying “My lovely goddess, it has failed me, the knowledge you have bestowed upon my shoulders.”

Rengoku (tengen, muichiro, and giyuu alike), prefer being talked to casually, instead of fancy words. It seems more welcoming, and a simple “good morning! How are you?” Is always better than a “how have you been faring on this fine date, my lord?”

Mitsuri has tried to play matchmaker with some other gods between themselves, and has also tried to get some of the shrine keepers together, it doesn’t end like she planned-

Gyomei puts divine blessings on stray cats to keep them out of harm’s way, it honestly works really well. Tanjiro watched a boulder fall only 1/8 an inch from a cat, leaving it shocked but unharmed.

When it comes to Obanai, when people (or gods *cough*Giyuu*cough*) Piss him off, he uses a trademark insult: “If you sssay one more thing, I will kill you with my snakes and watch you die.” It’s super effective!

Muichiro forgets a ton of things, but in his domain there’s a special mist that makes you forget things slowly, until you leave. It confuses everyone when they forget what the mist does, though they know they’ve been there before.

Tanjiro has a scar over his right eye, though it doesn’t affect him at all. “Just like a decorative object.” He says. Apparently he got it from an accident as a kid.

Nezuko likes to be in the flower garden of the shrines, and will pick flowers for the shrines, to put down.

A/N: HOLY FUCK, WHY DID THIS TAKE SO LONG!? TY @zofi-persson FOR GIVING ME THE MOTIVATION TO FINISH THIS, UR AMAZING!!! (´,,•ω•,,) Chapters may not be as frequent, I’m so sorry!

See ya,

-Roman!

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New Kid

Epilogue

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summary: immediately following Eddie’s dumb ass into the Upside Down. AU where the ending doesn’t make me ugly cry in the bad way, maybe a little in the good way.

warnings/tags: descriptions of wounds, blood, violence, hospitals, near death, drama (let me know if i missed anything!) gn!reader x eddie, def some typos sorry

a/n: had to wrap it up a little more, selfishly. it’s quick, but it gives me a sense of closure to include the s4 plot even a little. i’ll have more for y’all very soon. keep an eye out. reblog to support the author!

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March, 1986

Your POV

“Eddie?! What are you doing?!” Dustin peeks back into the dirty darkness of the Upside Down, where Eddie cranes his neck to look at you, then Dustin.

“I’m buying more time.” It’s not a triumphant scream, he doesn’t claim he’ll return, he doesn’t tell you to wait up. Before you can argue, Eddie slices the sheet rope, and shoves the mattress far away from the exit, leaving you and Dustin with no way to follow your stupid fucking boyfriend.

“EDDIE?!” You shriek, but he’s already out the door. You can’t think straight, your vision blurring with angry tears. When you look at Dustin, his mouth hangs open, eyes wide with fear. “Hey,” you snap him back to the present, and he turns his head to you. “I’m going in. Stay here.”

“Hell no! Eddie’s one of my best friends. So are you, actually. I’m not just gonna wait here and hope you don’t die!”

“Dustin, I don’t have time to argue with you. I'll go down first and move the mattress, okay?” He nods once. You drag a rickety dining chair over from the corner, and climb into the Upside Down. You land on your back, hard, but the adrenaline keeps you moving. You’ll feel everything later, if you live to see it.

True to your word, you drag the mattress to the opening, and shout to Dustin that he’s all set. He jumps from the chair, and pulls himself over the ragged edge of the opening, tumbling to the mattress with a thud. You help him up, and the two of you are sprinting and panting toward the sounds of Eddie’s screaming.

You exit the trailer to find a swarm of the shrieking bat creatures surrounding Eddie, as his trash can lid shield takes hit after hit. You’re running at him before you can even think, a heavy baseball bat in your grip. Before you and Dustin reach him, though, the bats seem to freeze, and instead of devouring Eddie limb from limb, they retreat into the sky.

“EDDIE?!” You and Dustin shriek in unison, running the rest of the way to where Eddie lay, bleeding from several deep, ugly bite marks on his torso, as well as a wound far too close to his throat.

You drop to your knees, and take Eddie’s hand in yours. “Eddie, baby? Can you hear me?”

Eddie coughs and you release the breath you’d been holding. “Hey, sweetheart.”

You laugh despite the situation. “Baby, we gotta go, okay? We have to get out of here.”

“That��s a good idea, you probably should.”

Your brows pull together in confusion at his words. “Yes, but you’re coming with us.”

“I can’t, I can’t move.” His voice breaks, and your heart freezes in place. He’s dying. He knows it too.

“Eddie, let us help you.” Dustin’s voice is a broken sob and it rings in your ears like a flatline. But you keep moving, tying his bandana around his neck to stifle the bleeding. You throw Eddie’s limp arm over your shoulder, and Dustin does the same with his other. He’s not dead, but he’s pretty much dead weight. Somehow, you manage to make it back to the trailer unscathed, and you lie Eddie on the mattress as you hunt for another chair.

“Dustin, come in Dustin.” It’s Steve, and Dustin answers the walkie frantically. “Copy, I'm here. Please tell me you guys fucked Vecna up because we need help NOW.”

“Yeah, yeah we’re on our way back to the trailer, what’s wrong?”

“Eddie’s hurt, bad. Just hurry.” Dustin glances over to where you hold Eddie’s head in your lap, whispering calming words and singing quietly to keep him calm.

“Stay with me, baby, okay? Help is coming. I need you to stay awake, even thought it’s difficult, okay?” You talk in circles, watching Eddie fight to keep his eyes open. Your head pounds, and you bite your lip to hold back sobs. “Don’t leave, Eddie, please don’t go. We still need you. Can you hang on for me, baby?” You’re desperate for a response of any kind, but Eddie looks right through you.

It could have been minutes, or hours, but eventually you hear the footsteps of your friends as they run around above you, positioning themselves to heave you back into the right dimension.

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Eddie’s POV

When he opens his eyes, it’s to a room of dimmed fluorescent lights and beige walls. He glances down, where he lay in a hospital bed, gown and all, hooked up to machines and bags of fluid. His right hand rests in yours, and when he looks up at you, he watches as your face shifts from broken to bright in a matter of seconds.

“Good morning, sweetheart.”

A wracked sob escapes your throat, and you bring his hand to your lips, leaving a long, grateful kiss to his knuckles. “Hi, baby.” You rasp. It’s clear you haven’t slept in days, at least. Which Eddie thinks is so unfair, as he just spent days asleep.

“Did we win?” It’s the first question he needs an answer for, hoping his injuries are the worst of the group because shit, does it hurt.

You nod, a small smile reaching through your somber expression. “It was hard. Eleven somehow helped from California, but we did it. Vecna’s gone.” He almost sobs when you say it, relief flooding over him. He will never not blame himself for dealing to Chrissy. He will never forgive himself for dragging you into this mess. But he can’t thank the universe enough for at least giving him this. A chance at life. Until he remembers he’s still a wanted man.

“What about Jason? The police?”

“Jason is taken care of. The police have dropped the charges on account of Jason being arrested for assaulting Lucas, as well as being caught in the same room as a levitating Max. This might all have to do with the fact that they know they had nothing to go on besides Chrissy being found in your trailer.” You squeeze his hand lightly. “What the fuck were you thinking?”

“I- I don’t know, I didn’t wanna run away again. And I didn’t run away this time! I fought. I had to fight. To protect my friends, protect you.”

“You can’t protect me if you’re fucking dead, Eddie. That was the stupidest thing you could have done. Did you think we wouldn’t chase after you? You thought we wouldn’t fight like hell to save you?”

Eddie looks down, the guilt settling in his chest. He knows he didn’t need to run back, there was no reason to. They had all been inches from safety, and he blew it. For what, his pride?

You interrupt his thoughts when you lean down, resting your nose inches from his. “Don’t ever do that shit again, yeah? If you die, I will fucking kill you.”

He can’t help the grin that crosses his face, closing the gap between your lips and his. The kiss is soft, sincere, and Eddie can feel the wetness of your cheeks as you deepen the kiss. Eddie can’t imagine what these last few days have done to your brain. Before he can ask, there’s a knock on the door.

“You have visitors,” The nurse announces, moving aside to make way for a gaggle of children, followed by Steve, Robin, and Nancy all huddled together. The kids have brought balloons, cards, and bouquets as well as drawings and figurines to brighten up the dingy room, and they all stare at Eddie with glazed, teary eyes. They’d just finished visiting Max, who was recovering from a near blinding as well as several broken bones.

Eddie adjusts in the bed to sit up further, wincing as the pain of his wounds makes itself known, bandages sticking to his scabbed skin. The kids sit around him telling jokes and stories, all the while he holds your hand in a tight grip, promising never to let go of you again.

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Three Months Later

Your POV

“Edward Munson.” The principal announces into the small microphone. The audience claps politely, but the air of disapproval still lingers throughout. Eddie prances across that stage, snatches his diploma, and just as promised, flips him the bird. You giggle from your seat, fighting the urge to clap for the gesture. In the stands, you hear the shrieks of the Hellfire Club and company, chanting Eddie’s name as he skips back to his seat.

The ceremony ends, and you find Eddie and Robin on the football field. You leap into your boyfriend's arms, legs curling around his waist. “‘86, baby!” You cheer, and the gowned classmates surrounding you respond with whoops and whistles. Eddie sets you down, and you throw your arms around Robin’s neck. “Next stop, world tour.” You chuckle, and she laughs with you.

The three of you walk hand in hand to find the rest of your friends. Steve suggests ice cream, and you all pile into his BMW. You pop in the tape you’d brought for this occasion specifically. You crank the volume to Alice Cooper’s School’s Out as you peel out of the parking lot for what you hope is a very long time.

We can't salute ya / Can't find a flag / If that don't suit ya / That's a drag / School's out for summer / School's out forever / I'm bored to pieces…

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thank you so much for reading. see you soon!

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This is a thanksgiving post so I’m going to tag as many ppl as my brain allows, if I missed u I’m sorry 😭 there might not be anymore room left in my brain but there’s still lots of room left in my heart 🫶 and if I haven’t left a comment in a while it’s prob in my drafts so someday u will get hit with a wall of text accompanied by several out of date memes from outta nowhere lol

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As u can prob tell I’m not the best at leaving like, genuine heartfelt praise-type comments…. so I do my best to leave genuine heartfelt memes and gifs 💖 but I want y’all to know that your work means a lot to me beyond the haha moments even if I don’t talk about that stuff 😳

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The Final Countdown

pairing; non-idol!kim seokjin, student!kim seokjin x non-idol!reader, student!reader ft. ot7

genre; angst, fluff, s2l, college au, soulmate au

warnings; cursing, jealousy, a lot of college stereotyping, jin is a nerdy fuckboy in this one, but taehyung is worse, reader is very blunt and has no filter, has moments of narcissism, all the boys will make an appearance at some point and interact with reader in…various ways, some flirty, some not

rating; 18+

w/c; 7,125 oops they just keep getting longer

a/n; it’s been awhile since jin has seen some love, so let’s give him some, yeah? having fun with these soulmate au’s, not gonna lie! hope y’all like this one just as much as the others! like + reblog if you enjoyed, and feedback is always appreciated. <3 ps. this wasn't proofread and done through mobile so be kind pls + ty

soulmate au masterlist ~ coming soon!

Kim Seokjin. Certified campus playboy extraordinaire. Known to woo his fellow classmates not only with his good looks, but also his quick wit. His style always stayed on trend. He kept good repertoire with all his teachers, especially with the Dean. He did a lot of community work to add to his stellar college résumé, keeping up his 4.0 GPA despite his nightly and weekend activities with his frat boys, BTS, as they called themselves. No one knew what it stood for. They always seemed to travel in a group, or pairs. Rarely ever were they seen alone other than when partaking in their daily classes.

Kim Namjoon was the right hand man of the playboy, known to have a good head on his shoulders despite his choice of company. He also made sure to keep up with studies and extracurricular activities alike. Always there to bail out his best friend in times of need, and was actually good at keeping decent conversation. Unlike some of the other group members, he was the most pleasant one of the seven. Very respectful towards women, so you’ll have to give him a great mark for that fact.

Keeping up with the Kim’s, there’s Kim Taehyung. He was known as the ‘grandpa’ of the group. His clothes mainly consisted of sweater vests, corduroy pants, and shiny dress shoes. His signature was his various style hats he wore. From Fedora’s, Derby hats, Bowler hats, Newsboy hats, you name it, he’s probably worn it. With his suave charm to match, he always has some girl on his arm. Definitely one to watch out for, despite his nickname.

Jung Hoseok was the labeled ‘sunshine’ of the group. Always sporting a sparkling, white smile on his face whenever you see him. Majority of the time you would hear his loud voice, before seeing his figure literally skipping over to you. He was always on the move it seemed, being a lover of dancing. He always had headphones secured around his neck, when they weren’t positioned on his head. Wearing extremely vibrant colored clothes, it was easy to spot him from a mile away. He was the life of the party, and flirty to boot. If he beckons you with a pick up line that’s ready to fall from his lips at a moments notice, you better beware, cause that meant you were in his line of sight and he always gets what he wants.

Park Jimin shared the same sentiments as his fellow dancer, Hoseok, when it came to dancing. But other than that, they were the complete opposite. He didn’t wear vibrant clothes, but he wore a lot of designer. His grades were average, passable. Which is all he cared about when it came to doing homework. Though, if we’re being honest, a lot of the time it was someone else doing it for him. His charm knew no bounds when it came to the freshmen girls who were oblivious to his underlying motives of sudden attention towards them. But worry you not, he never slept with any of them. He had higher morals than that.

Min Yoongi was the ‘quiet’ one of the group. Like Hoseok, his own pair of headphones were basically attached to his body in some form. Everyone knew that if they were over his ears, you had no chance of getting his attention. So don’t even try. Opting to keep to himself, it was rare to see him in conversation with anyone other than his teachers when needed and his fellow group members. But he had high marks in all his classes, so not even the teachers bothered the reserved student too often. There was even a rumor going around that he must not have any teeth, cause he never smiled. Always wearing the same blank expression on his face, no matter the mood or atmosphere that hung around him.

And last, but not least, was Jeon Jungkook. He was labeled the ‘bad boy’ of the group. Piercings and tattoos alike could be seen on various parts of his pale skin. He always wore his signature leather jacket, never letting it out of his sight on the rare occasion that he took it off. Other than his jacket, his outfit always consisted of his shiny, platform, combat boots and various clothes only in the colors black and white. He carried an aura around him that was intimidating to those that didn’t know the male’s true nature. Which you would soon find out was the complete opposite of what everyone pictured him as, much to your amusement. Oh, and he had the literal voice of an angel.

So there they were, the OT7, as fans of the group called them. The ‘one true seven’. How did you get to know so much about them, and more importantly, why? Well, fortunately for you, it’s because you were assigned to the group to be a mentor of some sort, due to your higher marks and pristine reputation that even surpassed Kim Seokjin’s. Him being none the wiser, still believing that he was the best in his class or of the school itself. The Dean himself appointed you to the position in discretion, his secretary being the one to fill you in on each member, unbeknownst to the seven men. The only catch being, they could never find out what your true intentions were. So it’s like you were undercover. A spy, you thought with glee.

The mission? To survey and get close to Kim Seokjin specifically, and see if he’s truly worthy of receiving the same full ride scholarship that you are to a company only two students get accepted to every four years. Both his dream company, and yours. Luckily, that four years is during your shared senior year. The information you received of his group of friends was solely to help you get close to Seokjin through them. All becoming extremely valuable assets to your cause.

And what the Dean didn’t know, was that you had your own motives. Glancing down at the invisible counter on your wrist that only you could see, you saw the numbers decreasing rapidly. It made your once giddy smile fall flat from your face in humbling realization. You needed to find your soulmate, and you needed to find them, now. Before it was too late and both you and your soulmate would cease to exist, or in other words, you would die. And you couldn’t tell a single soul, which means neither could your soulmate. So no one could help you, but yourself. How fitting. And equally as cruel.

Thankfully, the universe had other plans for you. One being, you were able to receive one hint as to where your soulmate was located. But that one hint could only be revealed when you had 48hrs remaining on your time left. Which is exactly what you had left, give or take a few hours less. And the hint you received?

It wasn’t BTS, it wasn’t OT7, it was just Kim.

That’s all you had to go off, literally. The only way to find out if they truly were your soulmate? A kiss. A fucking kiss. Getting past the fact that it’s so cliche it physically makes your body cringe, you now had to potentially kiss three different guys who shared the same family name. And you weren’t the type of person to just go up to a random guy you never met and kiss them. That’s insane!

With no time to lose, you collected the pile of Manila envelopes that were on the Dean’s desk. Carrying the various confidential intel in your arms, you bowed to them respectfully, and made your way out of the office.

It was time to get to work.

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Your first victim? Kim Namjoon. The one that could hold a decent conversation and was respectful towards women. And with your luck? Hopefully he would be the only one you needed to kiss. Plus, having someone like him wouldn’t be so terrible as a soulmate. He could fit well with your ideals and future plans, you thought with a subtle nod of your head as you approached the unsuspecting male.

He was lost in his own world, reading a book on a bench that was shaded by the tall, full, tree that was located a few feet behind the bench. His legs were crossed, one hand holding the book open in front of his face that adorned his reading glasses on the bridge of his nose and the other was casually leaning against the back of the bench. Your little bookworm heart swooned at the sight before you.

Looking down at your book of choice, ‘The Great Gatsby’, a classic, you walked towards the other side of the bench that was unoccupied and sat down. Sliding down your own reading glasses on the bridge of your nose that were haphazardly just resting on the top of your head previously, you pretended to start reading. And you waited.

“In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind ever since. ‘Whenever you feel like criticizing any one,’ he told me, ‘just remember that all the people in this world haven't had the advantages that you've had.’”

Grinning to yourself inwardly, your assumptions were correct. The male next to you took the bait you unknowingly dangled in front of him, and couldn’t help but quote the book you were currently ‘reading’. Perfect. Not the quote you would’ve personally went for, but it still works. Now, to turn on the oblivious charm, you thought rather maniacally.

“Excuse me? What was that?” You asked the male next to you with feigned confusion and just a hint of mock anger, making him believe that you thought he was judging you. He couldn’t help but find your expression cute. And your literature of choice made him all the more curious about you. He wanted to find out more.

“I was uh–I was quoting your,” he gestured with the hand that was settled a hair width away on the back of the bench from your shoulder, hand dangling from his wrist, he twisted it, pointing towards your book. “–book. I hope you didn’t think I was judging you.” his eyes went wide with sudden terror. Oh shit. You didn’t think that did you? Now becoming flustered, he tried backtracking his previous, seemingly rude, statement.

“I hope she'll be a fool–that's the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.” You quoted perfectly to the still visibly semi panicking male next to you, deciding to end his torment. Placing a hand over your mouth, you let out a small laugh. You think he had enough for the day.

His panicked face turned into one of relief, body sagging as he let his head fall into the middle of his opened book. Shoulders shaking lightly as he let out a chuckle of his own. Straightening himself up, he doggy eared the page he was reading to mark his place. Shutting the book with a satisfying sound only true bookworms would enjoy.

Turning his body to face you, he let out a dimpled grin. Moving the arm that once rested on the bench, he held out his hand towards you to shake and gave you the luxury of his full name. You returned the sentiment in kind.

“Nice too meet you, y/n. Hopefully, we can see more of each other in the future?” He not so subtly suggested, still wearing the same dimpled grin. How could you say no to that face?

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Having secured a contact with Namjoon during your first successful mission yesterday, where you put your phone number in his phone. You used reverse psychology on him that put the ball solely in his court if he wanted to see you again. He will, you thought confidently. And you know for a fact that they’re having a party tonight he can use as an excuse to hang out with you. Perfecting timing, considering you now have less than 24hrs to find your soulmate, no big deal.

He then calls, or texts. You’ll act like you can’t make it on the facade of having plans with a friend. Then you’ll give false hope that maybe you can, if so and so cancels on you, which they just so happen to randomly get sick out of nowhere. And BOOM. You show up in all your glory, surprising him at the party.

Which is where you were currently at, now.

Your plan working to a T.

With several bodies gyrating next to each other in the cramped house the party was located, your eyes catch sight of your next eligible bachelor, Kim Taehyung. He was leaning with his back against the wall, a random girl you’ve never seen before already pushing her boobs shamelessly into the side of his arm. You could tell he was both aroused, yet unamused at the girl’s antics. He was probably used to girls throwing themselves on him. You were about to change that fact.

Maneuvering your way through the crowd, you hiked up your already short school girl style skirt, showing more of your thighs, leaving what was almost visible to the imagination of wandering eyes. Thigh length, white, long socks encompassed your legs. Feet were clad in your black, red bottom, stilettos. Contrary to your skirt, your boobs were safely tucked away, yet still perky and full, beneath the straining buttons of your white button up, long sleeved blouse. A beige colored sweater vest was worn on top of the long sleeved blouse. And a perfectly placed, black ribbon, was tied neatly in the middle of the vest. You were the epitome of every guys sinful, school girl uniform wearing, wet dreams.

A look that caught Taehyung’s attention the instant you walked right past him, and outside into the almost semi-fresh air, if it wasn’t for the smokers that littered the backyard in groups. If only there was a designated smoking section, you thought bitterly. Not that you weren’t whole pro ‘your body, your choice’. No, you were. And some of the best people you knew chose to smoke, you just hated the putrid smell they emitted once burned. Turning slightly to make your way to the various alcoholic drinks that lay neatly spaced out by type on a large table, courtesy of Namjoon, you have no doubt, him being the perfectionist that he is, you glanced sideways. Sure enough, you could see that he was following you. Success. God, you were good.

Mixing yourself a random concoction of the various alcoholic beverages supplied, you placed the red solo cup to your lips, and taking a swig, you yet again waited. Sure enough, only a few moments later, he sidled up next to you at the table and poured his own choice of drink, whiskey. It suited him, you thought. As soon as he was about to open his mouth and address you, a voice could be heard calling out your name from behind you. Ah, two birds with one stone, you inwardly smirked at your luck. You immediately turned towards the voice, completely ignoring the presence of Taehyung next to you.

“Hey, y/n! Glad to see you made it!” Namjoon gracefully walked up to you, his dimpled grin on full display, one you never got tired of seeing. A smile could be seen on your face as well as you looked at the welcomed intruder.

“Joonie!” You replied with the unsuspecting pet name, hoping it would make the male behind you jealous. Your own smile on full display, only growing wider, upon further realizing a second body appear from behind his figure, flanking him. Jeon Jungkook. Seriously, how good was your luck right now? You should get a lottery ticket!

Mildly amused by the pet name, he laughed. Then proceeded to engulf you in a hug, where you realized just how tall the guy was. Your head barely making it a little below his chest, where his abs surely were. Returning the hug just as enthusiastically, you both pulled away from each other. In that split second, you saw how his eyes traveled down your body, checking you out. He gave another grin of approval, but didn’t outwardly say why he smiled. But you knew. Oh, you knew.

Introducing you to his shadow, who you already knew the name of, you feigned ignorance.

“This is Jungkook, or JK, as we like to call him.” He pointed behind him, where Jungkook still stood, looking like he wanted to be anywhere else but this party. That’s something you two could agree on. Surprisingly, he gave you a small smile in greeting, nodding his head at you.

You gave a polite smile back. Glimpsing at his outfit, you saw a small, barely noticeable charm stick out from the black of his leather jacket, what with it being the same color. It was a symbol you only ever saw within the confines of your dorm room, where you played your music loud in your ears so as not to wake your neighbors. So it made no sense why you saw it displayed on Jungkook’s beloved jacket of all places. But, you figured you could use it as a talking point to get the guy to open up to you more.

Stepping to the side of Namjoon, you leaned forward towards Jungkook, making him eye you warily, wondering what the heck you were doing. Namjoon turned his body sideways to watch you himself, curious. And Taehyung just took the divine opportunity to stare at your ass cheeks that were now out in view for him to admire due to you bending over the perfect amount to stare at Jungkook. Much to his disdain, Namjoon noticed him doing so and smacked the pervert upside the back of his head, glaring at him. Taehyung just gave a shrug of his shoulders and gestured to your ass in a silent way of saying ‘well what do you expect, it’s right there’.

Squinting at the upside down font of the artist in question, you had to make sure you were correct before continuing with your plan. You were right. Straightening yourself back up you gave Jungkook a smile.

“I like your charm.” You stated casually. His eyes narrowed in confusion for a second, before widening in disbelief. No one has ever acknowledged the charm on his jacket before. He was starting to like you now, even though you were acting weird just a second ago. He’d look past it though for a fellow Ariana Grande fan.

The comment made Namjoon smile knowingly, and Taehyung scoff from behind his red solo cup he was currently drinking out of. Swirling the cup of whiskey in his hand, he decided to finally join in on the conversation.

“Don’t tell me you’re also a fan of hers? That’s sorely disappointing.” He sighed in disdain, looking at you with half lidded eyes, clearly feeling the effects of his choice of drink already. A lightweight, you thought in amusement. You expected a guy like him to handle his liquor better.

Jungkook was about to speak up in the singer’s defense, like the black knight he is. Much to everyone’s surprise, including his, it was your voice that spoke up before he could. Yeah, he definitely liked you now. Especially after the jab you sent at Taehyung that had him keeling over with laughter that was a rare sight to see. Namjoon joining him in the raucous laughter, gaining the attention of the rest of group members, making them start to walk over to your group.

“Now I get why they call you grandpa!” You snapped your fingers, proceeding to point at Taehyung with your pointer finger, widening your eyes in mock shock. “Cause you nag like one, grandpa.” You emphasized on his nickname, crossing your arms over your chest and popping your hip out to the side in a sassy pose.

You expected Taehyung to get upset and stomp off in hysterics. Not what he did next. Sauntering over to you, unphased, he leaned extremely close to your face. Getting dangerously near your slightly parted lips, he then pivoted towards the side of your ear at the last second. He sultry whispered in your ear something that had you letting out a quiet gasp only he could hear. Your arms tightened underneath your breasts, pushing them up subconsciously into his chest. The cocky bastard smirked knowingly at you.

“That’s not the only reason they call me grandpa, y/n. It’s also because with age, comes experience. And I have tons of experience I wouldn’t mind showing you, all you have to do is ask. I’d love the opportunity to slide your purple thong you’re wearing down those beautiful legs of yours.”

With a kiss on your cheek, he clinked his red solo cup with yours. Taking a swig of his drink, he walked off into the crowd of party goers.

“Sorry about Taehyung, y/n. He means well, just has a funny way of showing it.” Namjoon came to his friend’s defense, as he stared at your still turned back.

“That, and he’s just a cocky asshole.” Jungkook chimed in after him. That one, you could agree with. Just as you were about to turn and face the two, yet another unexpected guest made themselves known. And not the good kind.

Apparently, you pissed off the girl from earlier that was shoving her boobs into his arm. Having witnessed your interaction with him, she probably thought that Taehyung had a genuine interest in you, which, she would be sorely mistaken, you’re sure. She strutted up to you, attempting to look intimidating. Your eyebrows raising to your hairline, you went to ask her what her problem was when she suddenly threw her drink on you, successfully getting your entire top soaked through with what smelled like straight Vodka, unfortunately. What a waste.

“Stay away from my man, you slut.” She sneered at you with her average looking face, you’ll admit. Not even giving you time to reply back, she wandered off in the direction she saw Taehyung go before her little act of vengeance.

Some party goers stopped to watch the show, but most just ignored it completely. They’re probably used to shit like this happening on a daily basis when it comes to these parties.

Without thinking, you grabbed the hem of your sweater vest and pulled it off and over your head, before turning around to face the boys again. With a look of disgust on your face, you flung the soaked material on the beach chair next to you as you spoke your thoughts out loud. You’d collect it later when it hopefully dried up.

“Who the hell just drinks straight up vodka?” All you got in return was silence, which made you confused, so you asked.

“What? What’s wrong?” You asked oblivious to your now see through attire. Forgetting you only wore a long sleeved white blouse underneath your sweater vest. The only thought on your mind being to get out of what clothes you could that made your nostrils flare in disgust, and stomach turn from the onslaught of strong alcohol.

Jungkook wordlessly shrugged off his prized leather jacket, and walked towards you. He shuffled the jacket over your shoulders, gesturing for you to put your arms through the holes, which you complied just as wordlessly. He then proceeded to zip up the jacket with his tattoo clad hand, once again taking a step back from you and giving you your space, but still close enough to hear him whisper his reasoning to you.

“Your shirt turned see through when she threw her drink on you, and you took your vest off, so–,” he awkwardly raised one tattooed hand and gestured to his jacket. “You needed it more than I did.”

When you say that your heart just about burst from the warmth of his heartwarming action–

Not thinking clearly, you threw your arms around the so called ‘bad boy’ and gave him a gentle, but firm hug in thanks. He returned the hug politely, awkwardly patting your back. You could tell he wasn’t used to affection from the opposite sex. It was endearing. Who said chivalry was dead? A voice cut through your your moment with JK. One you’ve been waiting to hear all night. The last Kim on your list, Kim Seokjin.

“Does our JK finally have a girlfriend?” He asked to the embracing duo playfully.

Mutually pulling away from the hug at the same time, Jungkook turned to the older male with a roll of his eyes, just flipping him off with his ring clad finger in the air.

You don’t know why, but as soon as you made eye contact with the eldest member, your body felt like it wanted to turn to mush. You felt hot, and it was a decently cool autumn night. You sucked your bottom lip between your teeth out of pure habit and bit down on it with little force. It’s just something you did when your anxiety started to go through the roof as a way to ground yourself again.

A pulsating feeling could be felt coming from your counter, and what felt like a bolt of lightning shot through your arm and straight to your heart, squeezing it painfully. Your counter being something you purposely haven’t looked at all day, in dread of seeing just how much the numbers are quickly changing as the day goes by. A shaky exhale made its way out of your mouth, and you suddenly felt lightheaded. Weird. Very weird.

Taking a small step forward in your heels towards Jin, your ankle decided it was the opportune moment for it to give out. Collectively, there was six pairs of hands out to catch your fall, which you were thankful for. And it was Jin’s that ultimately were connected to the arms that were currently holding the weight of your body up. Heavily leaning against the male, you breathily let out your worries.

“I think–I think something’s wrong?” Your statement came out more like a question when you were done, making all the male’s near you furrow their brows in worry at your sudden state.

“Is she okay?” Min Yoongi’s voice came from out of nowhere. Jung Hoseok’s chimed in voicing his concern as well. Jimin’s head popped up from behind Jin’s shoulder to look at your now dazed face.

Having already finished your drink of choice, you let it fall to the floor. So they couldn’t check to see if maybe someone spiked your drink. But Namjoon saw when you made your drink, and didn’t see anything suspicious happen. However, you made a mixed cocktail of various opened bottles that anyone could’ve slipped something into at some point during the party. Though, looking around, he didn’t see anyone else in the same state as you, so he was out of ideas. Then it hit him, like the genius he is.

Glancing down at his own invisible counter, seeing the numbers not changing much cause he still had a lot of time in finding his soulmate, it made him think of the different textbooks he read on the matter. All the symptoms you’re showing could very well occur due to a harrowing fact that your time was almost up, and your body was starting to shut down prematurely to your end time.

Namjoon cleared his throat loudly to gain the attention of the group of males that still hovered over you with worry on their faces. They looked to him instantly and watched as Namjoon subtly gestured to his wrist. All of their eyes now looking down at their own counters, except for Jin, whose arms were still occupied with holding your body upright. Even Taehyung, who came back to the group upon the whispers he heard inside of what was occurring outside with his friends. All of them shook their heads, silently letting Namjoon know that all of their counters were perfectly fine.

Now it was Jin who suddenly felt all hot and bothered as several pairs of eyes looked at him in wonder. It made him even more flustered, and equally as confused.

“Why are you all staring at me like that?” He asked nervously.

Surprisingly, it was the quiet one that spoke up first among the male’s. Yoongi.

“Jin, check your counter.” He remarked quietly so as not to gain the attention of party goers around him. Once again, he gave a look of confusion, and now frustration. Seriously? Of all things, they think it’s cause of the soulmate shit? Yeah, right. He scoffed inwardly. No way.

It was your pathetic sounding whimper that made Jin feel differently. He looked down at your now closed eyes and saw the visible sweat forming on your now pale face. His whole body reacting when Jungkook came forward to replace his arms with Jin’s in holding you up, stiffening before relaxing because it was just Jungkook, his brother. Except he opted for the ‘bride’ hold, with one arm secured underneath your legs, and the other behind your back. He grunted towards Jin in a ‘hurry the fuck up’ kind of way. You weren’t heavy by any means, no. And he wasn’t necessarily a weakling if the size of his biceps were any consolation. But he would rather not be the center of attention either, holding the now passed out girl in his arms. He didn’t want people to get the wrong idea.

Jin sighed anxiously and shoved the sleeve of the maroon sweater he was wearing up halfway to his elbow, letting him see his counter in full view. He involuntarily gasped in shock, making his friend’s around him stare at him with a look of equal shock. Cause–

“–no fucking way.” Taehyung stated bluntly. And loudly. Getting shushed by all six members and receiving a collective, scathing, ‘shut the fuck up, you idiot!’ said in various different ways. For once, he listened.

“You good man? What’s wrong?” Namjoon asked his best friend calmly, but his face showed his true emotions to the matter at hand. If this was real? They needed to help you as soon as possible. Jin needed to help you as soon as possible.

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Not giving Jin the time to stutter out a response, already knowing the answer to his own question by the look Jin still wore plainly on his face, Namjoon realized they should probably take this elsewhere, and away from the million pairs of eyes that surrounded them. Nodding his head towards the direction of the house, they all followed him in a single file line inside. Walking up the stairs that were always off limits to guests, he figured this would be the best bet for some privacy with what little amount of time they apparently had. Jungkook making sure to tuck your head further into the crook of his neck to avoid you hitting your head on the wall as he walked up the stairs carefully with you in his arms.

Opening the door to his master bedroom that could easily fit ten more people, he knew it was more then enough room for all of them to stand or sit comfortably while they figure this out. Filing into the room, Jungkook hastily, but carefully, made his way to the california king sized bed located in the middle of the room and set your passed out body on top of the covers with your head landing on the fluffy pillows. Heaving out a sigh of relief as he felt the weight lift off his shoulders, he stood back up straight and stretched. He needed to start working out more, he vowed internally.

Jin cautiously sat on the bed near your feet, making the bed dip underneath his weight, and your body shift towards him unconsciously. This felt wrong, how his body seemed to naturally want to gravitate towards yours. He physically had to restrain himself from brushing the hair that fell in front of your seemingly peaceful sleeping face with his fingers. He decided it would be best to just sit on his hands to rid himself of the temptation.

Then he spoke the answer everyone was waiting for with bated breath. They stood in a semi circle around him, Namjoon laid a comforting hand on his shoulder in support. Jin gave him a small smile in response to his kind gesture.

“I think she’s my soulmate, my time is almost–,” Jin winced with a sudden pain in his chest, his hand coming up to clutch the area around his heart. His breaths came out in shallow pants. Right, he thought bitterly, you’re not supposed to talk with anyone about it until after you were officially connected to your soulmate. Stupid universal rules.

All the males threw up their hands towards their hyung in worry. Namjoon now opting to kneel next to the inwardly wounded figure in front of him.

“Jin, you know what you need to do, so do it.” He demanded, not going to take no for an answer. Now was not the time for the male to suddenly become shy around women.

“I can’t do it while she’s asleep!” He gestured wildly towards your form on the bed.

“Then wake her up.” Taehyung bluntly said, as if it were that easy. Well, maybe it was just that simple for the grandpa of the group. His antics with the opposite sex clearly impacting his way towards women, making him too abrasive to the situation.

They all collectively deadpanned at Taehyung.

You shifted your body on the bed closer towards Taehyung, your own body wanting to be closer to his. His hands twitched underneath his bottom half of their own accord, making him groan in frustration.

“Jungkook, you wake her up.” Jin announced suddenly, making the maknae’s eyes widen in fear.

“Wh–what?!” He sputtered nervously, eyes meeting his fellow group mates, wanting them to vehemently deny the suggestion for him as if he wasn’t the only one who thought it was a ridiculous thought.

“I literally just met her 20 minutes ago, like the rest of you! Why does it have to be me?!” He pointed to himself to further make his point.

“I was the one that invited her–,” Namjoon meekly tried to input into the conversation, and failed, being ignored.

“You did give her your jacket.” Jimin stated factually, not helping Jungkook in the slightest.

“It’s called being a gentleman! I was just being nice!” He yelled in sheer frustration. Just about ready to pull his hair out of his own head.

“Jesus, can you all just shut up for five seconds!” A voice could be heard coming from the bed, and it wasn’t Jin’s.

Now in a sit up position on the bed, you stared at the men surrounding you with a calm look. In doing so, it halted their previous conversation and at the same time, resolved it. Jungkook plopped into the desk chair next to him, head laying against the back of the chair in relief. Thank the fucking lord, he thought inwardly.

The next words that came out of your mouth had them all flabbergasted, especially the one closest to you, staring at you as if you were some alien.

“Jin, just kiss me for fuck’s sake so we can get this over with. Cause if it’s not you, I desperately need to figure out who it is. And you two,” you pointed aggressively at Namjoon and Taehyung, “are next if it isn’t him.” You said so matter of fact that all three men nearly fell over in sheer denial and nerves for potentially getting to kiss you.

It was Jungkook who snorted in laughter at their faces from his sitting position on the wheelie chair. Karma was a bitch.

“If you don’t want to kiss her first, I wouldn’t mind.” Taehyung raised his hand, cheekily volunteering on first dibs. Jin’s eye twitched in a random surge of anger that came over him at the mere idea of you two kissing. Fuck that.

“I’ll do it.” He said more confidently than he felt.

Namjoon stood back up straight from his kneeling position, backing away from the two figures who were about to share their first kiss, on his bed, no less. He cringed at the situation, but knew there was no other choice.

“Let’s uh,” Namjoon awkwardly cleared his throat. “Let’s give them a bit of privacy and turn around, yeah?” He looked at each member next to him who nodded in agreement. Even Jungkook wheeled around in his sitting position on the chair to give you both the needed time to yourselves.

Nodding your head in determination, eyes glancing down at the counter on your wrist, seeing the numbers plummet drastically, made your body vibrate in anticipation of what’s to come. It was now or never.

Shifting positions on the bed, Jin turned his body to now face you properly, before leaning forward on his now free hands that laid flat on the bed on either side of your closed legs supporting his weight. You leaned in, in kind, using your own hands as leverage to propel your body forward in your sitting position.

“Are you sure?” He quietly whispered, a millisecond away from touching your lips with his, searching your eyes for any hint of hesitation or doubt.

“Positive.” You whispered back confidently. Looking directly into his eyes.

Being all he needed to hear to continue, he proceeded to kiss you, eyes closing. Yours soon doing the same. It wasn’t rushed, it wasn’t sloppy. It didn’t even feel like it was a first kiss, if you’re being honest. Lips molding in a way that felt like you’ve done it together countless times in the past. And maybe you did in your past lives. Who knew?

A burst of air emitted from your bodies in a tidal wave towards the unsuspecting victims that still had their backs turned. Said victims stumbling forward on their feet, Jungkook’s chair even wheeling forward on its own from the sheer force of impact it held before coming to an abrupt stop as the gust died down.

All of them slowly looking back toward you both at the same time, had them all witness a once bright glow that formed around the outline of your figures, now fade into nothing as you both pulled apart from each other.

Eyes opening at the same time, you stared at each other with the same knowing grin. Both of you not even bothering to look at your now bare wrists, knowing it no longer carries the same weight it once did prior to your shared kiss. Though yours held more than excitement for finding your soulmate in time. It also held a secret you were about to share not only with him, but with the six males that also resided in the room you were in.

And thus you proceeded to enlighten OT7 with the mission you received, giving Jin another kiss once telling him that you’ll both be going to work at the same company at the end of the year when you graduated. All six boys erupting with cheers, high fives, and fist bumps for your soulmate’s bright future.

And then you donned a cheeky, albeit slightly bashful grin and look on your face as you recounted the ways you met a few of the members. Even telling Namjoon how you baited him with ‘The Great Gatsby’ on purpose, making him chuckle at his own obliviousness to the situation, giving you a fist bump of your own as kudos for your brilliant plan.

Then you told your reasoning behind your outfit, shamefully admitting you only wore it to gain the attention of Taehyung. Which had said male grinning in utter delight, him clapping theatrically for your outfit, giving you two thumbs up. And causing Jin to scowl at him from his position underneath you. You now choosing to sit on his lap while his arms wrapped around your torso possessively. Hand flying up in the air to give Taehyung the middle finger.

Angling your body to Jungkook you once again thanked him for being such a gentleman and lending you his beloved jacket in your time of need. You going to take said jacket off to give back to him, before he vehemently denied you, telling you that your shirt is probably still see through and you should keep it on until you find something else to wear. Jin smiled warmly in response to Jungkook and his actions towards you, before letting go of your torso to shrug his maroon sweater he was wearing off, holding it up in front of you in a silent way of telling you to wear it instead.

You inwardly cringed at your display of a lovesick schoolgirl when he handed you his sweater, blushing profusely at the sentiment. Unzipping Jungkook’s jacket, you shrugged it off carefully, and extended your hand out to Jungkook who took it with a fondness only he would have for the jacket, before grinning softly at you in thanks.

Tugging the sweater on you that was two sizes too big for you, you could’ve worn it as a dress. The sleeves dangling off your arms, you clutched the ends with your fingers and brought them up to your nose, shamelessly inhaling the scent that was wholly Jin. He stared at you with a look of love that didn’t go unnoticed to anyone but you. Before he thought back to something you said during your long rant of your mission that had his eyes narrowing at you playfully.

“Wait. So you’re telling me that you have a better relationship with the Dean than me?!” He asked flabbergasted, causing you to scowl at the insinuation that you shouldn’t be the one with the better relationship.

“Excuse me?! And you should?” You narrowed your eyes back at him, challenging him.

The six males in the room looked at each other with the same ‘let’s get out of here’ face, and quietly walked out of the room the same way they came in, in single file. Jungkook being the last one out, he carefully shut the door behind him cutting off your voices successfully and followed his fellow hyung’s down the hallway and back to the party that was still raging on.

Smoothing out the jacket he now donned again, he stopped midway down the stairs. All of a sudden a certain song came blaring through the speakers, one he knew all too well. Taehyung whined in frustration, the others snickering in amusement as Jungkook loudly belted out the lyrics to his musical crush and muse, Ariana Grande.

“All that you got, skin to skin, oh my God. Don't you stop, boy–“

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The Office: Romance Day | Or The Office SKZ version

Word count: ~7.2K

Tropes/AU: Friends to Lovers, Fake Dating, Office AU

Age restrictions: 18+ MDNI pls! same w Ageless blogs TY :)

CW/ Content notes: Fem!Reader, ANGST, Himbo Changbin aka LOML, Author not knowing anything about corporate work, Cursing (it’s me y’all be fr), mentions of aliens (don’t ask), mentions of s*x with aliens like 2-3 times (again don’t ask but if you must ask it’s for comedy purposes no alien s*x happening here besties). Alcohol consumption and drunken behavior. Jeongin is a lil toxic when angy, sudden kissing but all parties are okay w/ it.

Y/N = your name, Y/E/C = your eye color, Y/H/C = your hair color

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You had never expected to become an employee at JYP Corp, let alone fresh out of university. You at an office job, in a cubicle? You would have laughed at the notion a couple years ago. But here you were, living in the big city of Seoul, at the top of the sales team at JYP. Before graduating university you had always imagined yourself as a star, or somewhere in the big leagues, but adulthood had changed you, you were happy living that basic life. That is, you were living a basic life until a certain man bumped into you one day three years ago on your way to the copier. That man was Yang Jeongin, a new member to your team who quickly became your best friend both in and out of the office. After the incident of him nearly knocking you over that day he had apologized via coffees and lunches for days and those meals had brought you two close. Conversations began with small talk, then office gossip, to now where you two could debate about if aliens would ever hypothetically be good in bed. He said no but you said yes. Resulting in the random airdrop of pictures of very disturbing fan art of alien characters and a text of “You mean to tell me you would let THAT hit? Side eye Y/N, side EYE.” It was safe to assume work had brought you together with your platonic other half.

But then even this dynamic was changed when you had caught the eye of one of the marketing team members, Changbin. He was attractive in a way that you couldn’t deny. He was sweet, charming, charismatic, funny, and honestly a great catch. But, he just wasn’t someone you saw yourself dating. However, where Changbin lacked was in his ability to accept a no when it came to dating. His ego was severely inflated, being the office crush for almost every other staff member, he just could not fathom that you didn’t see him that way. You had to take your lunches with Jeongin from the break room to cafès down the street to avoid the ever so charming male. Ranting to Jeongin about your misfortune of catching the eye of the office’s resident Gaston became a daily occurrence. At first Jeongin found it hilarious, but recently he’s begun to tell you to stop worrying about Changbin’s feelings and to focus on yourself. Jeongin had always said you were too nice for your own good and Gaston from Marketing as you two had once drunkenly dubbed Changbin truly started to make you realize this.

Everything changed though one mild December day, you had been able to spend some extra time on your work outfit and makeup before you arrived at the office. Your lips painted a festive red, which stood out against your black office dress and blazer. To put it simply you looked like a dream come true and just so alluring, like a Hollywood starlet, a vixen, the comparisons could go on for days as you seemed to collect admirers with every step. Even Jeongin couldn’t help but stare as you strolled over to your desk and let out a low whistle as you walked by. You let out a laugh setting your bag down and shook your head as he pretended to flex mimicking JYP’s resident macho man. Your laughter quickly fizzled out upon accidentally making eye contact with the marketing department’s resident heartthrob, who smiled at you and began strolling your way with a swagger and confidence that only told you he believed that upon the 83rd attempt to woo you he would finally see success.

As soon as your brain registered that Changbin was walking your way you quickly moved into Jeongin’s cubicle like a scurrying mouse. You didn’t even know why you went to his space other than to hide, even though Changbin had seen you, you two had made eye contact for heaven’s sake! Y/N what are you doing?! You weren’t even sure. What you knew was at this point you had exhausted every excuse, every gentle let down, basically every option you could think of to explain to the sweet muscular male that you were not interested in him being your office fling, rendezvous, anything more than a friend. Every option beside looking him in the eyes and explaining you were not the Belle to his Gaston, nor the Beauty to his Beast had been utilized and those last two were a bit harsh by your standards. So now you had to pull at straws for the one option you had left and it was the one you had come up with in the seconds you had before another riveting wink, smirk, “Meet me for dinner and drinks after work gorgeous?” combo came your way.

In Jeongin’s cubicle you met his raised brow and opening lips with a move that may just change your friendship as you know it, but like many great heroes in history you knew desperate times call for desperate measures.

“Don’t ask me any questions just please kiss me right now!” The panic in your whispered voice, your hand on his necktie, the pleading look in your eye’s conveyed to Jeongin your desperation in the moment. As Changbin’s footsteps approached closer and closer you pulled on Jeongin’s tie to bring his face closer to yours, he couldn’t help but smirk at your panic, his smirk was also was in response to the fact that you chose him to play your office lover, even if it was to get the office Adonis off your case.

“I have several questions, comments, and concerns but…okay.” He teasingly whispered back and cupped your cheeks, the warmth of his hands eased your rapidly firing brain synapses and his lips met yours. Your eyes naturally closed and you couldn’t fight the smile that made its way to your lips as you two shared the kiss. Your hands had almost settled on his arms when an awkward cough behind you cut off the moment between you and your best friend of two years.

“You know you really could have just said you and Jeongin were a thing, instead of giving me the run around Y/N.” Changbin grumbled. “I’m happy for the two of you though, genuinely, you make a cute couple.” His Hollywood smile shone at the two of you. His voice was bright and cheerful, but it also was loud, thus it carried across the whole sales department floor.

Soon enough the ruckus of “Wait Jeongin and Y/N are together?!” and similar statements rang over the clatter of keyboards and other office equipment. Your “relationship” became the coffee pot, water cooler, lunch room, basically entire office gossip. Floor by floor it became the hottest ticket at JYP Corp. The “Jim and Pam” of JYP, Y/N and Jeongin.

Two nights later over some wine and shitty reality T.V. you broached the subject with Jeongin. Pausing the latest episode of whatever toxic show you two had chosen to roast that month you looked at him, “Might as well play into it so why don’t we just be one another’s fake office date until it blows over?” your shrug and blunt tone baffled Jeongin ever so slightly. You didn’t seem to care one way or the other but it seemed like the logical solution to being the subjects of office drama.

“You’re fucking crazy Y/N, you know that? But fuck it, let’s do this.” He somehow had conjured up some legal pads and pens like a wizard, he scooted over so he sat closer to you as he drew up the “Jim and Pam Rules” which he had dubbed the guidelines to your forays into acting. The rules of fake dating in the corporate rule.

Rule Number 1. No stupid ass pet names

“Waitttttt. This means I can’t call you my pookie bear?” you pouted playfully.

“Y/N call me that and I’m exposing your alien fetish.” He deadpanned.

“IT’S NOT A FETISH I JUST THINK ALIENS WOULD HYPOTHETICALLY FUCK LIKE GODS!” A swift and perfectly aimed pillow to the head shut you up from your impending one-woman-debate regarding alien prowess in bed.

Rule Number 2. No catching feelings.

“Jeongin this isn’t some slow burn fanfiction or teen romance novel. You’ve seen me puke and cry simultaneously because that one ex boyfriend I had said I had weird eyebrows two years ago.”

“So this should be easy for me to follow.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?! Nevermind I don’t wanna know…I should have asked Felix from the Social Media team to pretend to date me instead. At least he would have been nice to me.”

“YOU TAKE THAT BACK RIGHT NOW! WORST FAKE GIRLFRIEND EVER ALREADY”

“RIGHT BACK AT YOU MEANIE”

Rule Number 3. We “break up” before the company New Year’s Party.

This way you two don’t risk getting into any cheating rumors if you somehow get drunk and find someone else attractive.

The two of you didn’t need to debate or bicker over this rule, it was logical, you wanted to subdue drama, not create more. So putting an end date on a fake relationship made sense.

Rule 4. Nobody can know it’s fake.

Self explanatory.

You didn’t create rules about cuddling, holding hands, kissing, or other forms of physical affection, because those had become staples in your friendship. Plus couples are affectionate, you need this to look real.

With rules in place everything seemed like it would go perfectly, nothing to lose, peace at work to gain. Like you had said this wasn’t a drama or like that. So you both set off on Operation Jim and Pam not knowing how truly drama-esque things would become.

A few days had passed and to your relief Changbin had been leaving you alone, as were any of the other office flirts and nosy colleagues you seemed to attract. This was more than likely due to how the office gossip began to report on your relationship with Jeongin. The talk of the office was now always about his morning routine that as your romance became public, revolved around you. Every morning you would find Jeongin waiting for you with your favorite coffee and pastry in his hands. He would escort you to your cubicle, pull out your chair, hang your coat up, and make sure you had what you needed. Before he would begin his work he would leave a sweet note on your desk stating how you were amazing at your job and to have a great day. At the end of the day he would wait for you to carry your purse, give you a sweet kiss on the cheek, and walk you home. He was the boyfriend drama script writers dreamed of. But you knew it was an act, but forgetting sometimes didn’t hurt, you were allowed to delude yourself that everything was real for a few moments a day. It was only fair that you permitted yourself that speck of happiness.

Outside of work he would be your best friend who would laugh with you about your odd obsession with aliens, who would rewatch Twilight, the Office, and other early 2010s media with you. This brought you to right now, the next meeting of the Jim and Pam Operation. You two had been invited to drinks with your coworkers the following weekend to celebrate surpassing your quotas last month and seeing a rise in profit margins over the past few weeks. The two of you had easily been able to use the quotas as an excuse to avoid answering relationship questions but now you would be unable to make excuses whilst surrounded by everyone who was a part of making these victories happen.

“How we met will be easy, everyone knows we met at the office. Hyunjin saw us bump into one another. He told me the other week if he had known you and I would have ended up dating he would have tried to play cupid so he could brag about it.” He noted sipping his glass of wine as the television flashed the iconic blue hues of the first installment of the Twilight series. “Pfft who really thought this movie was going to be so iconic? The plot though is atrocious. Think about it, Bella should’ve picked them both. Polyamory exists and it would have saved us so much bad writing. I stand by my idea that they honestly should have just dated each other. Bella gets two hot boyfriends, Jacob wouldn’t have been attracted to Refrigerator or whatever the hellspawn’s name was. So no creepy subplot to worry about. All would have been right in the world. ” You snorted at his monologue of how he would have made the Twilight universe sane with the introduction of polyamorous relationships and pelted him with a piece of popcorn. It hit him square in the cheek and you couldn’t help but laugh harder at his whiny pout as he rubbed where the kernel hit him.

“Focus Innie we need a solid story so we don’t get the office detective squad on our cases about how we aren’t actually dating. So we met at work, who confessed first, when did they confess, how, you know the details every grandma asks?” You count on your hands as he nods along. Neither of you had thought this part out before now.

“Okay let’s say I confess while we were having one of our lunches,you looked so beautiful in the sun at the café. Your eyes sparkled [Y/E/C] your hair looked so gorgeous and like a [Y/H/C] halp in the light. I was mesmerized and I just couldn’t stop myself and I confessed how I always found you beautiful and adored your personality as we got closer as friends. You returned my feelings, we hugged and kissed and the world stopped for a moment. Bam! Now here we are madly in love making everyone jealous of how perfect we are.” He smiled and you couldn’t help but blush and look away for a moment. You had this strange feeling in your chest and you couldn’t understand why his explanation made your heart beat just that much faster. You covertly pinched yourself and brought yourself back into the moment and looked back at him.

“U-hum yeah that-that’s perfect. When should we say you confessed, like how long had we been dating?” You stuttered through the question internally cursing yourself for being so affected by his words.This was all an act, this wasn’t real, don’t act like it’s real. You kept mentally repeating those phases like a prayer to the universe above. Until a snap, snap in front of our face brought you back to the present.

“Y/N are you okay? You spaced out for a moment”.” You nodded, not trusting your voice for fear it would crack and so would your ability to hold back on your newfound crush. He smiled and continued. “I said we should say 2 months ago, we loved the café during the fall so that makes sense and the time frame would be logical for keeping things low key until now.” You agreed, the conversation was over as was the film. The two of you cleaned up your mess and he left hugging you good night. You felt this odd weight in your chest. You didn’t know why, everything you and Jeongin are doing is pretend, so why does it feel so real sometimes?

Drinks were flowing as the celebration at Bar Levanter began to get rowdier. You had been glued to Jeongin’s side the entire night, his hand resting on your lower back, your arms wrapped around his bicep. You reminded yourself several times to begin asking him when he took up weightlifting as his muscles felt firm under your grip. You two easily bounced your story of your whirlwind romance from coworker to coworker. Until Changin swaggered up to the two of you. Bang Chan was trailing behind him shaking his head and pinching his nose bridge in frustration. Changbin and Bang Chan were best friends and the whole office knew it, however unlike Gaston’s sidekick LeFou in the movies, Chan didn’t go along happily with all of the antics Changbin would get into.

“Well well well if it isn’t the happy couple everyone’s been talking about! I didn’t get to ask you two how this,” he gestured towards your embrace with Jeongin, “happened. So tell me everything. I love romance stories and to be honest your relationship is adorable.” You and Jeongin went the extra mile cutting off one another’s sentences and giggling when you said the same things at the same time. To an outsider it truly did look like you both were infatuated with one another. It seemed to solidify yo Changbin that you were not interested in him nor would you be for a long time. You sipped a couple more cocktails, growing tired from the alcohol and socialization you found yourself curled up closer to Jeongin on the long bench of the booth you were sitting in. The two of you looked quite intimate, your chest was pressed against his left arm. Your right hand was playing with his hair at the base of his neck, the other playing with his fingers lazily. A soft yawn escaped your lips which you had taken your right hand from his hair to cover. He looked down at you, an endearing look on his face as your eyes met his, a grin spread across both your faces and giggles erupted between the two of you. The night was winding down and coworkers were pouring out the doors saying their goodbyes.

Jeongin kissed your forehead and tried to get you on your feet. He stood next to the booth encouraging you to get up so he could walk you home, he grew a tad frustrated as he spent minute after minute tugging on your hand. His frustrations faded fast as he began chuckling at how your tipsy state reduced the put together woman he knew as his best friend to a woman with the same level of pouty as a toddler. He’s seen you drunk on more than one occasion and he knew alcohol took your walls down and made you lose your sense of maturity, and your sense of reason when it came to doing a non preferred task. Jeongin sighed shaking his head, then tilting it he silently beckoned you to leave. He went so far as to raise a brow giving his “Y/N this is your last warning face.”. But you ignored it and wanting to stay in your comfy spot on the bench.

“Innieee I don’t wanna leaveee!” You stomped your heel clad foot on the hardwood, sticky floor of the bar, your arms were crossed with an exaggerated pout on your lips. You repeated the motions a few more times, shaking your head in protest.. Before you could escalate to a drunk toddler tantrum, Jeongin tsked at your behavior and cut you off.

“Darling it’s late, it’s almost midnight, I need to get your drunk cute little butt home before you do anything stupid, and so I know you make it home safe baby.” He chastised you. A giggle rang from your lips at his words, his choice to mention your ass of all things was incredibly surprising.

“Wait YOU just said my BUTT is cute?! You never say stuff like that to me, Innie!” You bowled over cackling like it was the funniest thing you ever heard. Jeongin sighed, rubbed his temples, and proceeded to scoop you up bridal style in his arms. He tightened his grip on your legs and torso as you briefly thrashed about. He hated playing babysitter but for you he would do it all, plus he got to make fun of your antics whilst you complained about your hangover.

“PUT ME DOWN! HEY!” Jeongin shook his head and carried you out of the bar. Your exclamations of protest and questions of what Jeongin meant by you having a “cute butt” fading away as you two left the bar.

Changbin had watched the scene and your response to Jeongin made him question the whole relationship you apparently had with Jeongin. He looked over to Chan.

“If you had been dating someone for say two almost three months you’d probably accept that they’d compliment your body right?” He asked, taking a swig of his beer.

“Yeah? Why?” The Aussie member of marketing responded.

“Y/N seemed almost shocked Jeongin ‘said she had a cute butt’. Now don’t get me wrong she’s adorable, you know how big my crush was on her for months.” Changbin sighed thinking briefly about if he had made a better move before Jeongin, he would have been the one you looked at with stars in your eyes and he would have been the one to carry you home tonight.

“I mean it’s their relationship but that is a little weird if you ask me. It did seem kind of sudden that they amped up the romance factor after you saw them kissing, and the kiss kind of came around when you tried to rev up your terrible ways of asking her out.” Chan pointed out.

“That’s the last time I take dating advice from Seungmin and Han. Yikes. But you’re right something seems a little fishy. I don’t want to start picking it apart though. It’s not our place to do that.” As Changbin said, the little devil on his shoulder began to speak right in his ear. Well whose place is it but yours, this could be your chance to get in between them.

Nothing between you and Jeongin had changed after that night. You two still had your movie nights, karaoke, lunches, and your other activities. While smiling with him on the outside, on the inside your heart was slowly breaking, time was flying and the party was now only two weeks away. The past few weeks had made you notice more of the features in your best friend that you overlooked previously. How his dimples grew deeper as he grinned, the way his eyes would smile with him, the way his hair fell in soft waves, the smell of his musky yet floral cologne, the way he’ll subtly smell the perfume you wear by nuzzling into the crook of your neck during hugs. Most of all you noticed how he made you feel like home. You had broken the most sacred rule among the ones you and Jeongin drafted. Rule number 2, you had caught feelings. You knew you had to end things fast, you couldn’t risk dragging your heart through this any longer. The next day you had told Jeongin to meet you outside for lunch instead of walking with you from your desk like usual. He didn’t say anything but the quirk of his brow before the thumbs up he gave in response told you he knew something wasn’t right.

You urged him over to the side instead of heading to your usual café right away, this made his suspicions grow even more and the classic eyebrow quirk and questioning gaze you had grown infatuated with almost made you decide to go back on your plan but you stood firm. You knew for the sake of the ruse you had to end things publicly with some coworkers in earshot so you chose the front of the building on the benches.

“Jeongin, we should break up. This needs to end.” You said as soon as both reached the cold gray concrete benches that resided just outside the behemoth office building. His eyes widened in horror, his hands slightly shook, he gaped at you, he had several questions milling around his mind. He had forgotten the inevitable break up, having fallen into a happy routine by your side. You knew you had to rip the bandaid off no time like the present to do so. He sat down, body shaking with emotion and he looked to you, your calm expression making him wonder what you felt to lead to this choice. Was this the end of your friendship?

“What do you mean? We’ve been so good together, this has been working so well? Why?! Give me a reason, something! You can’t just drop this on me like it’s okay!” His voice was quiet and cracking from the turmoil that fueled him with every syllable. He looked everywhere but at your face as he spoke, you were grateful he didn’t look at you. If he did you would have probably taken your words back and apologized whilst covering his face with lipstick coated kisses. You had to remain firm, you were hurting yourself with this plan, you had gotten so caught up in the act of lying you had forgotten to be true to yourself and now two people were hurt. You were breaking your own heart, you didn’t know however, how badly you had destroyed his.

“It’s time Jeongin, you and I both know what I mean. I adore you but it’s time to call it quits, you’re my best friend and I think we should go back to being friends.” You practically whispered. “Thank you for everything you have done for me, you will always be my best friend, never forget that.I’m sorry I didn’t talk to you beforehand. I couldn’t think of how to approach this, please understand this is for the best.” You placed a comforting hand on his shoulder and gave him a soft squeeze before bundling your coat up tighter and walking through the cold late December snow. The white surrounding you glistened as the tears fell down your face. With every step the cracks in your heart deepened, every sniffle burned from the harsh winter air. It was like Mother Nature was punishing you for breaking your own heart. Your tears froze to your cheeks like icicles of heartache. The air in your lungs burned with every breath. Your walk home took much longer than usual, you had to stop and sit on snow coated benches to avoid running into others from how blurry the tears had made your vision. You were a wreck, shaking and sobbing, gathering looks from strangers. You couldn’t tell any of your friends the real reason you were so torn apart about this “breakup” without breaking a rule. You were in limbo grieving your romance that never was on your couch, alone. Absolutely heartbroken and alone.

Meanwhile on the bench Jeongin was still sitting, he shivered with every breath and his head was clutched in his hands. His teeth chattered from the cold wind whipping around him as his own tears froze to his skin. His chest felt empty, his heart cracked with each shaky breath he took in. His friend Hyunjin found him outside in his office coat shivering from the tears combined with the cold December air. Hyunjin consoled him for what felt like hours, holding Jeongin to his chest and rocking him like a child as the younger male sobbed.

After calming down Hyunjin escorted Jeongin to the sales team manager to discuss transferring teams. After discussing the matter the sales team manager Lee Minho knew for team morale and for two of the best employees at JYP it’d be best to keep you two apart in the office while you both healed. Minho emailed you too telling you he had some extra PTO in the budget and due to your diligence you had earned a few days off. You knew he likely saw everything as your breaks overlapped but accepted his show of sympathy as it granted you time to cry in peace.

Your long weekend ended the following Wednesday. You now had only seven days until the party and your heart was still smashed like a piece of pottery on the floor. Your ticket had long since been paid for as was the show stopping dress you had bought for the black tie affair. Every time you looked at that dress hanging in your closet encased in its garment bag you broke down. Jeongin went with you to find your party dress, the dress code had just gone out that day.

•Just after you two began fake dating•

“Black Tie? What does that mean, like we are all expected to be dressing like we are Will Smith in ‘Men in Black’?” Jeongin asks you as you both look at your phones reading the email. You point out the bottom where dress code guidelines are given and he gives a dramatic exclaim of, “Oooooohhh I get it now!” That same day you both go around Gangnam looking for gala appropriate clothing, thankfully your bosses had given company wide raises which allowed even menial employees like the two of you the luxury to afford clothing in the most expensive shopping district in Seoul. Jeongin had chosen his suit already and was waiting on you to try your final dress before you would resort to begging a friend for a gala gown of theirs. When you had stepped out in the dress you had chosen as your final pick Jeongin immediately faked a dramatic swoon and began to act as if he was worshiping you. You laughed slightly at his exaggerated reaction to the dress, he ended his little performance and sat back down in his seat to watch your own reaction to the dress.

You stood on the small podium in the shop and turned in a small circle showing off the dress’ ability to accentuate your curves and the right aspects of your body. The dress was a long slightly fitted gown with bishop sleeves, buttons down the bodice that perfectly matched the shade of the fabric, giving the gown a subtle classic touch. The deep v neckline accented your chest in a classy way that didn’t draw too much attention. The crimson color of the fabric enhanced every ounce of your beauty, looking in the mirror you didn’t see yourself the way you usually did. In that mirror wasn’t “Y/N the young woman working in a corporate job who was content with living a mundane life.” No, before you in your reflection was “Y/N, the young woman who had made early adult life her bitch” You felt like a queen, an ethereal goddess, a gorgeous, and powerful woman. You felt like every woman you had looked up to as you stared at your reflection.

You bought that red dress, but you didn’t buy the confidence it gave you. You couldn’t transfer the way you felt on that podium to your mental bank account to use as needed.

You didn’t know it at the time, but that confidence came from your hype man Jeongin’s support, and you couldn’t buy that either. you went home with a gorgeous gown and an air of elation around you.

•End Flashback•

The office felt lonely. You missed your friend, you missed your notes and coffees, you missed Jeongin being Jeongin. When you had come in you were quickly informed that Jeongin had transferred over to the international sales team and was the talk of their section of the buildingHe was a valuable new asset but he was apparently very quiet and avoidant of conversation. With his absence and the rumors already circulating about the breakup, Changbin had already swung back into action. He walked over to you as you were at the coffee machine preparing a cup to get you through the work you missed. Upon seeing him you began to abandon your Holy Grail of caffeine and walk toward your desk. He caught your wrist and gave you a pleading look.

“Hey Y/N, sorry about what I heard about you and Jeongin. Wait! Don’t leave just yet! Please! I have a little more I NEED to say. I’m sorry for not initially respecting you and your boundaries, I got some stupid advice and I uh have learned now not to take advice from others when one suggestion from them doesn’t work the first time around. Oh and uh not to keep asking someone out when they said no the first time.” His hand awkwardly rubbed against the back of his neck and he looked down. THE Changbin was nervous, looking like the human embodiment of the sweat drop emoji? Letting his guard down around you? You placed a gentle hand on his bicep and gave him the best smile you could. you knew that he needed some comfort. You could tell that this was eating at him a lot.

“Thank you Changbin, really. You’re actually the first person to just briefly talk to me about the breakup, everyone keeps asking questions instead of just saying

‘I heard about the breakup, that sucks. I hope you both are doing okay. let me know what I can do to help.’’ So thank you for just talking about something else even if it’s still dating related.” You mirthfully laugh and give his arm a soft squeeze and smiled kindly at him again. “You know I think we got off on the wrong foot Seo Changbin, friends?”

“Friends.” With grins on both of your faces you interlocked hands and shook like it was a business deal.

Your new friendship with Changbin was nothing like your friendship with Jeongin. Changbin would drag you to his workouts to teach you new techniques to add to your own very mild workout routine. He would be your cooking guinea pig. He would be the more wild person to get you out of your shell. But he wasn’t Jeongin, he wasn’t someone who knew you like the back of his hand, wasn’t as in sync with you, he was different. But leading up to the party, different was good, different was what you needed. Different wasn’t what caused your pain.

Jeongin heard about your friendship with Changbin and was seething. His mind raced with so many emotions and questions. Had you replaced him? Had he been so naive? Did he mean nothing to you? Was this all just a game? Had you ended both the ‘relationship’ and your friendship without really explaining to him? Was any of it real to you? The relationship with you was real from the moment he was able to kiss you better than the panicked one the day this fiasco began. To Jeongin it was real each time he would play with your hands and envelop your fingers in his. It was real the first moment he smelled the way your scented shampoo and perfume lived in harmony whilst you hugged. He was infatuated with everything about you, he wrote that rule whilst breaking it, he had loved you from the moment he agreed to kissing you. Now here you were playfully elbowing the man you wanted Jeongin to help you push away. Was this all a joke? Did you use him to get Changbin to change his strategy? He had no clue what to think or feel. All he knew was he was upset and he needed the truth.

The night of the party came and you and Changbin walked into the beautiful venue arm in arm. The company booked a glorious ballroom in a high rise building in Gangnam, with beautiful chandeliers and a balcony overlooking the city. The windows have a perfect view of what would be the midnight fireworks. The setting was glorious, the food was spread through the room so guests could mingle, and of course the alcohol was bottomless. A recipe for either a magical night, or a tragic night, you as the chef had to decide.

You and Changbin made your way to the balcony and he wrapped his suit jacket around you and you leaned your head on his shoulder. For a while you sat in silence watching the bustling city below you. The sounds of honking cars, drunken cheers, and music lulled you into a sense of melancholic peace.

“Y/N, so never told you but I figured out you and Jeongin weren’t actually dating.” He muttered quietly so no one else would hear him, unfortunately you were not so tactful. The gulp of champagne you had just taken was still in your mouth, however it quickly flew out of your mouth and onto the immaculate marble floor. No one thankfully saw your spit take. Trying to regain composure, you dabbed your mouth clean with a napkin and gave your friend a shocked glare.

“Wait, what, how, what, again huh?!” You harshly sputtered in confusion and slight panic. You were careful to keep your voice hushed even though you wanted to squawk like a panicked bird at this revelation.

“It was the bar night, you drunkenly questioned a compliment from Jeongin and acted like he never complimented you or your physical features and Chan and I found it weird and basically we ended up kinda analyzing how you two interacted. It almost seemed like you were faking a relationship, but I can see now your feelings for him were so real. You really loved him didn’t you?” Changbin opened his arms and you quickly found purchase gripping his shirt and nodding, you focused on holding the tears in as to preserve your makeup and his shirt. Changbin softly rubbed your back and whispered soft affirmations to you to help ease the pain. After seeing how hurt your breakup, if you could realistically call it that made you feel he knew he couldn’t have you, and he was more than okay with just seeing you happy, even if you had found that happiness in another man’s arms. He had mentally moved on from you being the object of his affection and already saw you as a good friend. His affections for you, now platonic felt much better. You gave Changbin a small smile, it didn’t quite reach your eyes. He gave you a knowing one back and brushed off your whispered words of gratitude.

The heartfelt interaction between you two was cut short by an angry Jeongin storming over. “Changbin, if you could excuse us for a few moments I need to steal Y/N for a few minutes to talk.”

“I- Y/N are you okay with this?” Changbin’s apprehension seemed to make the tension among the three of you grow like a bamboo stalk, sharply and quickly. You knew Jeongin and you needed to talk, you just wish it wasn’t right here and right now.

“Binnie I can do this, go have fun. We can talk later. I promise I’ll be okay.” You whisper and hand him back his coat. You quickly followed Jeongin down a corridor far enough from the gala to have a private talk.

“So I see you found a new best friend, or is Binnie your new boyfriend?” Jeongin’s voice was sharp as a blade, cutting you down with each word. Hurt and shock must’ve flashed in your eyes because before you knew it he had stepped back to add more distance between you two. He backed up against a wall trying to not make eye contact with you. “I’m hurt Y/N, fucking broken, you didn’t just fake breakup with me you ditched me for the next best thing, you fucking replaced me. For all I know I was a pawn to make him realize how you wanted to be treated, I could have been a tool to show him how desirable you were, or a tool to make yourself look better to others?! YOU GAVE ME NO REASON! Nothing! No communication either. You never once took a moment to check in on me, not a single time were you asking about my department change, it was like the next shiny thing came and I was forgotten in the mud like a toy, Y/N. Were you too absorbed in yourself to notice I was dying out there?” Your knees gave out as you slumped to the floor and sobs wracked your body. you had selfishly tried to guard your heart, and in the process you broke his and your own if you had been honest and told him your feelings, this wouldn’t have happened and you knew that.

“I don’t even know what to say to explain to you how undeniably sorry I am for what I did. I didn’t want our fake relationship to ruin our very real friendship and I guess it kind of did.” Your words cut Jeongin as did your tone of hurt and reluctant acceptance. You reminded him of how he never had gotten to really call you his, and him raising his voice in hurt may have made things worse. With nothing to lose he continued laying it all out to you.

“I guess you’re right. Well at least you’re happier now with him huh?” He sneered looking down at your shaking form. Your red dress was pitched up as you clutched your knees to your chest. All he could compare you to in his mind was the saddest gumdrop he had ever seen, and he just wanted to take it all back and hold you and say everything was fine. But it wasn’t fine and he was too far gone to stop.

“Why are you so upset I worked it out with Changbin and we’re friends now? Why is that such an issue to you? Communication is a two way street Jeongin and you never once reached out to me either. But that I guess is whatever, what isn’t is you being so mad I made a friend when I was also hurting. So again… Why. Do. You. Care?” By the end of your rant your finger was poking his chest on each of those four words. Your eyes boring into his and your glare matching his. The next thing you knew two hands were clutching your face and your back was pressed against the wall where he was previously standing. You both exchanged a heated kiss, teeth clashing together in an uncoordinated embrace, the kiss went from messy to passionate as you both found rhythm. Hands wandered briefly, panting breaths were exchanged. Saliva transferred from one mouth to the other as his tongue began to find its home in your mouth. It was a crescendo of emotions and need, the days of pining, embarrassment, and turmoil being left behind in exchange for desire, adoration, and pure magic. Your fingers quickly found his hair and his stayed on your cheeks gripping onto your skin like if he wasn’t holding you down you would slip through his fingers. He put every emotion he had into the kiss. Both of you felt hot salty tears run from your eyes as you parted to take deep breaths. Before Jeongin let his desire to kiss you again take hold of him, he knew he had to explain himself, he wish he could throw all of his mistakes into an abyss, but he knew he had to tell you the truth.

“Because I am so undeniably in love with you. I realized right after our plan was underway. I didn’t know how to tell you. I was instantly drawn to you, I truly didn’t know it was possible to meet a piece of heaven until I met you. That’s why I’m mad, because I could lose you, and losing you to him would break me beyond repair.” His voice cracked and cut in and out due to how hard he was fighting more tears.

“Jeongin look at me. Baby, look. at. me.” You tilted his chin with your fingers and looked directly into his watery eyes. “I ran away because I was scared, falling in love with your best friend is terrifying, the day I ended the fake dating was just after I realized how much I loved you. The day we got this dress, I realized I only wanted your opinion on my event wear because you made me feel beautiful. I fucking love you Yang Jeongin and that is terrifying to me.” At your confession, he pulled you into a warm embrace and nuzzled his head to your neck and inhaled the comforting scent of your perfume while you listened to his heartbeat as it settled. As you both hugged and whispered sweet words affirming your feelings for one another you heard a some exclamations coming from behind Jeongin. You had an instinct to look over his shoulder and there were Chan and Changbin exchanging cash with some other coworkers who had all bet on your relationship actually coming into fruition. As you smiled at the sight, you made eye contact with a beaming Changbin who held a big double thumbs up your way, you giggled and shook your head and looked up at your boyfriend, who was now very real. He smiled down at you and shared in your giggles of pure joy. The party began to grow into a full roar as midnight grew closer.

“5….4….3….2….1! HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

As one chapter of life closed and another opened, you shared your first very real kiss, of your now very real relationship. No rules, no faking, no bad pickup lines, and to Jeongin’s chagrin; a beefy new friend to help you get strong enough to carry Jeongin out of the bar when he’s too drunk. Who would have thought a less than stellar acting performance, coupled with some jealousy and a himbo sidekick was what was needed for JYP’s resident versions of Pam and Jim to get together after all.

The End

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