#to 'I need to have multiple characters with fingers because we run into a problem after number 8'

[pickles4nickles]

I did a thing! For Shovel Knight's 10th Anniversary! Count to 10 with Shovel Knight and the Order of No Quarter and friends.

Even though I don't really do Shovel Knight fanart anymore, this game still means a lot to me!

Plague of Shadows is my favorite of the campaigns (and maybe one of my favorite control schemes in gaming overall), to the point where I used to speedrun it. The characters, story, and environments were a big art inspiration to me. And I've made good friends that I wouldn't have met if it wasn't for Shovel Knight!

With that being said, a big thank you to Yacht Club Games for making this video game, and I wish them good luck in their future endeavors!

[spindle-girl]

Beacon 8.6

Victoria calls up the hero alliance, i meet a tertiary character that i hope in vain becomes more relevant, and the heroes recover the stolen jizz

“Um.  Saying I have a pretty face is a very nice thing to say-” “No hetero,” he interrupted. “-er, yes,” she said.  She smiled despite herself.  “But it reminds me that I’m just a face, pretty much.  Sorry, I’ve been thinking a lot about… um, bodies, and my lack of one, because of stuff I brought up with you both.”

it's a shame Riley got sent away. she's already done some work on Case 53s technically

“Thank you for coming,” Capricorn said.  “I’ll recap in case our teammate didn’t spell it out in full when he reached out.  Two villains, strong ones, just threatened civilians to get the good guys to back off so they could make a run for it.  They’re driving trucks of stolen livestock.  The one we caught said they’re working for Prancer, from Cedar Point.”

threatening civilians is considered breaking the rules to the point of getting a ton of heroes called after you??? i'd get it if someone got injured or killed, but threatening is par for the course. heck, i'm surprised taking mass supplies for feeding people isn't the problem

“Good names,” Foxtrot said. We’ll have to politely disagree on that, I thought.  Instead of voicing that thought, I explained, “Trial hits hard, he’s defensive, and he’s mobile, manipulating chains and spinning them to propel himself forward.”

one of the funniest parts of Ward is that if someone annoys Victoria once, they will do so continuously for the rest of their time on screen. it's like multiple Tricksters, but this one is better because she's a fox girl

She was speeding up.  All at once, she was at a rooftop ledge just above and in front of me – ready to leap down on top of me, despite the considerable distance to the ground.  As I flew closer to a rooftop to lower my profile, she was there, within arm’s reach.  I had a close-up view of her cute, smiling fox mask, bright costume with a crown and a chevron for the ‘hill’ worked into the lapel and sleeve, just above a Gold Morning remembrance armband.  Her hair was tied into a lopsided ponytail, and her hands rested on the rooftop ducts just in front of her.

:D

I was willing to bet Foxtrot had a bit of a history as a cape, but not as a hero.  The speed with which she’d assumed a place on her team and the intensity I felt as she closed in on me made me think she was more experienced than her record with the Kings suggested.

this is so much better than what i feared when i read the initial speculation for her involvement. former villain yay! poor choice in men, but cool power that can be used for mischief

“Don’t even ask,” Rain said. “The names I’m feeling are closest to right right now are terrible. For now, if you need to call me something, use Precipice.”

Rain’s got a name :)

“Where’s Cryptid?” I asked. “Gone,” she said.  “He made the calls and then he left.”

i know he’s probably going to show up to the fight, but it’d be great if he just went home to sleep. responsible teenager Chris

Thoughts flickered through my head.  Of my mom telling me how that greed was a weakness.  One of many lessons.  Some, I felt, had contradicted others.  I was divided on whether that was because they had, or if it was because I’d been too young to properly digest, and what hadn’t digested had warped slightly with time.  What was right and what was wrong when hurting others.  What school was supposed to be for me, given my inevitable career and lifestyle.  Greed was a weakness and if the villains had something they prized then a lot could be done from standing between them and that prize.

says so much about their family

Tiny hands pressed up against the sides of his tardigrade body.  Dozens of them. I found myself squirming, just seeing it.  They were sharp fingers, too.  They pushed at his flesh and the points threatened to cut through, spilling out the contents.

fuckin sweet

“Do not, under any, any circumstance, give birth to whatever those things are.  Not on this battlefield.” He bristled, puffing up. “We need this to go well,” I said.  “Please.” He shifted position, bringing his rear end forward, settling down into the slouching kind of sit that some dogs and cats managed, when their construction didn’t normally allow for that degree of slouch. Settling in to do nothing, it seemed.

if there’s one thing i know about parahumans and their shards, they just love not being allowed to use their abilities or doing it properly. if i didn’t already know what Chris’ deal was, i’d assume he was getting Leet’d

Calm, collected.  If we were going to pull this off- We had to do this right. I hated how much I sounded like my mother in my own head, when I thought that.

Uh Oh

We were working more as a collective now.  Trading off, being aggressive, being different, without judgment.  This was what I wanted this organization to be.  It would take tuning.

this moment would be great--especially in the context as a sequel to Worm--but the alliance was spurred by Trial and Error threatening civilians, which happened all the time back in the day and i have to assume continued to happen before the the portals were attacked. if it didn't last before, i have my doubts about it lasting now

but for now, good for Victoria!

“In this case?” I asked.  I lowered my voice until it was barely audible.  “We might need enough in the way of power, people, resources, and tools to defeat a Goddess.”

huh. didn't think we'd get this already

End notes:

my weakness for any characters that are even slightly related to foxes remains. her power is literally described as constantly harassing people, it's great!

[lyss-sketchbox]

Ok coming off anon because I'm trying to conquer the constant social anxiety lmao (same person who sent you Longass Thoughts on Natlan AQ) - SO YEAH personally I like Ei's character but foaming a bit at the mouth because I feel like my favorite parts of her character (namely she was NOT ready to be the archon when makoto kicked the bucket, she's got that good ol' warrior-weapon mindset knocking around in there- having her actually confront the ugly truth of the consequences of her actions was such a missed opportunity. it would've been SO good to see her actually get confronted personally without any sugarcoating. i think her learning to be less of a shitty archon would've been so much better then)

also like. im sure there were a lot of ways to improve Inazuma's story but personally i thought it would've been cooler if kokomi was a bit more. morally grey lmao. like willing to do not-so-nice things to fight god because that's what they're doing. mortals attempting to defy the god that holds dominion over their land (bc the electro archon isn't really Watatsumi's god specifically!! bc uh lmao ei killed him lol)

but yea for real in natlan every "serious problem" was severely undercut by "actually it's all good now" like "kachina is totally fine after being chased by the abyss in the afterlife, she was protected by the wayob so it's all good and she's also mentally ok" and it's like what. what are you talking about.

AND THE ARchON thing i feel like im the only one who has a gripe. tbf the story is not done yet BUT MY QUESTION IS CELESTIA ALLOWED A HUMAN (MULTIPLE EVEN) TO ASCend to the divine throne???? Like what??? IT feels like it runs counter to everything-

and like uh feels like we got really really far away from like. when you talk about the archon war in liyue it was a literal bloodbath. sacrifices upon sacrifices were made, the modern day liyue was built upon the corpses of friend and foe alike because there was no other choice. you couldn't abstain, you would die.

but in natlan???? no gods??? what???? im just losing it more than a bit over here that natlan is trying simultaneously to be a grim land of constant war but also sunshine friendship and rainbows.

at this point im prepared to be disappointed and just crossing my fingers the good writing comes back for snezhnaya's AQ bc if they fuck up snezhnaya i will literally never forgive them

Its all good man, youre so welcome to debate and talk off anon, we may disagree but never hate.

Im putting all my ramblings under cut since its gonna be as equally long and spoilery hdjsnsn

About Ei

I completely forgot about how Ei was originally a kagemusha, a weapon for her sister, her sister did all the archon work while Ei simply stood by her side. Its makes perfect sense that after the death of her sister, she would make very bad not thought out decisions and because she is an archon now, those bad decisions has really really bad aftermaths.

I personally do not have any gripes about her being basically clueless about the outside world. Grief manifests in different ways and locking yourself away and justifying it as a twisted way to gain enlightment of eternity the way your sister did, it can make sense. It is a consequence!! She is clueless of how to be an archon and what is going on in her nation, her SQ could have been used to show her trying to understand and emphatize with her people to be a better archon. NOT A REASON TO MAKE HER AN uwu sad defenseless waifu cant cook and doesnt know anything. Brother she fucking killed people and almost destroyed her nation.

About Kokomi

I like the idea of morally grey kokomi actually. It makes alot of sense. Kokomi and the watatsumi people might have some vishap descendance but they are still humans, even less so with visions. Theyre also lacking the supplies and expertise needed to continue a war with an entire nation and its archon. It would make sense that she would accept the fatuis help since they share the sentiment of 'getting to inazuma and its archon'.

But it was shown she wasnt even aware who the anonymous donor is, hell she wasnt aware people where using delusions until people starts dying. And for a girl who wrote an entire guide book with 100 different alternate plans, HOW DO YOU NOT SEE THIS COMING...............

About Natlan's system

Yeah they really brushed off the dying part and potentially being stuck in genshin limbo if you dont get out in time too casually. The tiny child you retrieved from limbo also is... very chill and not mentally scarred or anything, she wasnt putting up a brave face, she was simply unaffected?????? One on kachina's voiceovers is gonna talk about her death but im not friendship 4 with her yet. I hope it explains SOMETHING.

Yeah the first time i heard that the archon was human and has been replaced multiple times had me gawking too, i can excuse that Celestia has been strangely inactive FOR NOW.

I wanted to bring up how the hydro archon throne being broken and Neuvi regaining his sovernity didnt even call Celestia to action but GUESS WHAT??? I DONT KNOW IF NATLAN HAPPENED BEFORE OR AFTER FONTAINE BECAUSE THEY DECIDE TO LOWER THE REQUIREMENTS TO DO NATLAN AQ!!!!!!! But well if it happened after (since Neuvis end dialogue told us to go to Natlan next), well... Celestia isnt called either so theyve just been inactive for 500 years of Natlans weird system ig.

About the """Nation of War"""

Yeah man. Sacrifices and war was dealt better in liyue. Same as Natlan, it is a nation built of war. There was war in the past, sacrifices were made to built the liyue we know now. But the sacrifices in liyue was not brushed off or belittled, those sacrifices had meaning and the people of liyue hold very high regards for the fallen. In Natlan? Its treated like some sort of sick hunger games event, they made war into entertainment.

Oh but they need the tournaments to keep the natlan fire alive. THEN RUN A SEPERATE FUCKING TOURNEY?????? MAKE EVERYONE WHO HAS AN ANCIENT NAME HAVE PROPER TRAINING AND GO TO WAR IN ARMIES PROPER???? THIS SHIT DOESNT NEED TO BE ENTERTAINMENT AND YET YOU DID. Maybe the flames are small BECAUSE YOU PICK ONLY 5 PEOPLE EVERYTIME WHEN THERES LITERALLY NO REASON VETERANS LIKE KINICH AND MUALANI TO SIT IT OUT JUST BECAUSE THEY LOST.

Oh but the ode of resurrection only works on limited people THEN SEND OUT THE BEST PEOPLE THEN???????? MUALANI, A 3 TIMES VETERAN, LOST TO KACHINA. CLEARLY THE TOURNEYS ARENT RELIABLE TO PICK WHO TO SEND.

While i can understand that while Liyue is past war and Natlan is still in war, this is... not how people in war act. The entertainment the happiness the hospitality. Its not efforts to keep morale high its literally just... happy people, sometimes they get attacked by abyss monsters yeah cool but otherwise theyre completely happy just living like that. Thats why the Nation of War thing isnt working at all, these people are not how people STILL IN WAR act. Theres no anxiety no uncertainty no worry at all, not even a smidget. These people live like happy prospering people.

You know what happened to people tryna be happy prospering people while still in war in liyue? Havria.

I hope they bring back the high AR requirement for snezhnaya so snezhnaya can be chronologically correct. I hope they take snezhnaya seriously. I hope Natlan atleast wont pull an inazuma and tripped at the very end

NONE OF THAT POWER OF FRIENDSHIP BS EITHER I didnt believe it when mualani fucking knocked it over our heads over and over and over again and its not gonna work now.

[turbidcurrent-images]

Drawbacks

There are a large number of problems you can run into when generating images that can really point out the failures in the model.

Plagiarism

Of course, the big one, image generation models are trained on extant images and will parrot back the styles they see. The only defense of this I have is that with a large enough sample size they just develop a vaguely generic style of their own and I never use artist names in prompts or style loras¹. That's the most ethical it is possible to be here, just never intentionally stealing art.

Bias

Of course, there's a limited amount of training data available, even with the boundless expanse of the Internet available. An LLM is only capable of drawing inferences based on the data it has, and will make those inferences based on the relations it sees in that data. Reference the multiple stories where models began racially profiling people, or the cancer detection model that learned that medical pictures of melanomas are taken with a ruler to indicate size of the tumor, so any picture with a ruler in shot must contain cancer.

Most models, when asked for a person, will give you a Caucasian. When asked for a furry, you'll usually get a dog. This can be worked around with explicit prompting.

Flesh Friends

LLMs don't know what things look like. They know that things that display these characteristics are often labeled in this manner, but they don't know that a dog has one head, two ears, four legs, and a tail arranged just so, so it has no qualms about making a horrible fleshcrafted monstrosity when you ask for a dog.

This is where negative prompting comes in, where we chant the mystical abjurations "deformed, mutated, ugly, disfigured, long body, bad anatomy, bad hands, missing fingers, extra digits, fewer digits, very displeasing, worst quality, bad quality, conjoined, bad ai-generated" and hope the model takes the hint. Usually this works to some degree. Better with more current models than earlier ones.

A model will also create additional figures in the scene if it feels like it needs to. For instance, if you have a furry with hooves in your prompt and decide to prompt for sneakers as well, the model will generate another character to wear those sneakers, because it does happen to know that sneakers don't go on hooves.

The Two-Body Problem

Even when you have a perfectly fine set of anatomy prompts, the model can't really recognize specific people. You can train a lora to regularly reproduce a character, and outside of that, using the same set of prompts will get you fairly regular results.

But all this goes out the window when dealing with two distinct people. The model will blithely swap characteristics like hair color, gender, clothing, specified body parts, and species around.

I've tried multiple different methods to try and block out individual identities, and the model still blends them. This is a known drawback, and so you don't really use multiple characters in a scene unless you're okay with the results this problem gets you.

Order vs. Chaos

Computers are famously known for being able to handle repetition and patterns, it's what we made them for. So it is fascinating to me when a model cannot keep the left and right sides of a desk consistent, or has a colonnade with columns that look like M.C. Escher tried meeting a deadline while drunk.

Contrariwise, it can do foliage, bushes, and similar chaotic systems well because the eye skips over any potential imperfections. Here:

Locally generated with the prompt "a battered military surplus jeep with a broken headlight navigating a muddy trail, photorealistic, driver in shadow, jungle, raining, wet, bokeh, moonless night, establishing shot, action shot, dynamic angle"

Observe, if you will, the weird shape of the tow hooks on top of the bumper. The windshield wipers at different angles and weirdly drippy. The odd greeble on the driver's side. Now check out the perfectly acceptable bushes and palm trees.

How could this happen to a perfectly good computer? Look at it. It's hallucinating.

¹A LoRA, or Low-Rank Adaptation, is a small, specifically-trained model that supplements the larger generator model. It can alter themes, reproduce characters, or provide particular elements for a scene.

[newberyandchai]

The One and Only Ivan (2013)

I’ll be honest — I’ve been on a bad luck streak with the Newbery books I’ve chosen to read lately. I finished The One and Only Ivan in Florida over Christmas, but I was so uninspired by it that Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry steamrolled to the front of the line in February. After that, A Single Shard was more recently on the brain.

The course of Ivan’s story is predictable, the solution to the book’s main problem is deceptively simple, and I just wasn’t impressed with the characters. I felt this one was a miss for me even before finishing the first half.

The main character is based on a real gorilla who spent 27 years in an enclosure in a shopping center in Tacoma, Washington. He became the subject of several animal welfare protests in 1987, and locals started boycotting the mall as a result. They raised a significant amount of money to have him moved to a zoo in Seattle, and… that’s the story. Gorilla used as roadside attraction finds new home.

In the book, Ivan has several animal friends that live in the same cramped conditions inside the shopping center. The book opens with the center’s owner acquiring a young elephant to replace Stella, an older elephant with an injured foot who can’t perform for visitors anymore. As her condition worsens, Stella makes Ivan promise that he will do everything in his power to help the new elephant, Ruby, live a happier life. In the end, Ivan comes up with a plan and manages to finger-paint a message that the custodian’s daughter sees and displays on a billboard by the road. People protest, and Ivan is found a new home so he can live with his own kind. The book ends with him moving to a zoo, meeting other gorillas for the first time since his childhood, and beginning to live with them, with Ruby at home in a nearby enclosure with her fellow elephants.

I think the main thing I didn’t like was that the book’s premise felt like a clickbait web article respun into a children’s book — and that’s not the fault of the book, but more my approach to it. I think it made me become more aware of how jaded my attitude is toward the plethora of “heartwarming” stories that are shoved in my face each time I log onto Facebook or Instagram. These kinds of stories, in my (admittedly cynical) opinion, prey upon people’s emotions to get pageviews for the advertisements they run on their sites; they tend to draw out the story much longer than needed with pointless text (“You won’t believe what happens next!”) and spread it across multiple pages that you have to click through, which just increases the ad space they have available to sell and profit from.1

The industry of emotion p*rn (can we still say that word on Tumblr?) might be well-intentioned in some aspects, but to me, I think it is always destined to become exploitative and play people for suckers as it becomes larger and more commercialized. Look at the monstrosities Hallmark (and its anti-LGBT counterpart Great American Family) put out each year, yet moms and grandmas hungry for happy endings in an unrealistic, overly simple fantasy world continue to eat it up year-round. (…Okay, maybe that was a little harsh.)

I get that Ivan’s entire real-life situation and how people teamed up to rescue him from the shopping center was noteworthy at the time because crowdsourcing donations wasn't much of a thing before the Internet. It was probably a real feat to get the word out to others and persuade even a small percentage of those people to give money — there were newspaper ads taken out and many signatures gathered to raise the $30,000 needed to buy him from the shopping center. However, people ask for double what it took to move Ivan to a new home every day for their dog with a broken leg or cat with cancer on sites like GoFundMe, sometimes even after accounting for inflation. Today, it doesn’t have the same “wow” factor when it comes to seeing what people are capable of when they toss in a few bucks for a good cause (“Especially when that kind of crowdfunding becomes so commonplace that it becomes easily exploitable,” Jaded Abby adds).

Additionally, I knew this book had been made into a movie before reading it. After finishing it, it felt like it was the ideal story to be adopted for a visual medium. I could see a young kid gushing about reading this book in class to their Disney exec parent, only for the idea to immediately be taken to a higher-up while other staff begins to assemble a makeshift team to write a script, make a wishlist for voice actors, create a budget, etc. “Poor/sad animal movie” (with or without a happy ending for the animal) is a whole blockbusting genre across multiple forms of media; Marley and Me, War Horse, Hachi, Old Yeller, Water for Elephants, Free Willy, Where the Red Fern Grows.

The trailer is exactly what I expected, too. In the book, barely any time is spent on what Ivan remembers of his time in the jungle with his sister, yet it appears to be a focal point of the movie as part of contrasting how sad his life is at the mall with how great it was in the wild. The movie also offered the perfect opportunity for an all-star cast (Danny DeVito, Angelina Jolie, Bryan Cranston, Helen Mirren) to hook parents and establish credibility for the film — surely such esteemed actors wouldn’t work on a movie that wasn’t worth seeing, right?

It was also an opportunity (Jaded Abby is calling it an “excuse”) for Disney to show off their skills in the area of computer generation and motion capture and maybe seek some redemption. People have praised the animation style and contrasted it with the Lion King’s recent remake, in which the CG removed all ability for the animals to emote and diminished the emotional impact of the story, but I’ll have to actually watch the movie to assess it on that (and many other) fronts.

At this point, with my limited knowledge of the actual film, I have trouble distinguishing what’s a successful visual storytelling tactic and what’s a marketing ploy meant to capture our unsuspecting attention spans and stand out above the constant noise of other entertainment platforms. Maybe if a story is big enough and enough hands get thrown into the mix, it can no longer be something where the intention of sharing an inspiring tale excuses the cheap shots taken to make that story more appealing to the widest number of people. There’s a reason movie plots in major franchises (at least those without preexisting source material to draw from) are more general in plot and follow predictable tropes, often leading to lower audience satisfaction: global box office numbers are often over half of what a movie made in the U.S. makes, so plot nuances — the things that make movies special and memorable, at least in my opinion — that might not translate well in other languages or cultures are usually left out or cut. Record-breaking box office numbers just don't equal good filmmaking anymore; people will see big-budget movies regardless, even if they receive horrible reviews (just look at the Transformers franchise).

…Or I’m just an old man when it comes to feeling excited about new films, especially those meant for kids. Children’s books can have incredible depth and meaning,3 but children’s films and other visual media that stand the test of time and remain enjoyable for all ages are few and far between (looking at you, Illumination Studios — and what was Peacock even thinking with the blatant cash grab that was Megamind 2?).

In short, I’ll leave with some lyrics that half-relate to the personal dilemma I discovered in myself after reading this book: “Something kind of sad about/The way that things have come to be/Desensitized to everything/What’s become of subtlety?”

Rated 6/10, neither Recommendable nor Unrecommendable.

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1 Not entirely relevant, but: I worked briefly with paid advertisements at a previous job and got to see the scummy backend of that necessary evil. All the ad reps I worked with wanted to know the CTR, or clickthrough rate, of their ads, which was just the number of actual clicks on their banner ad divided by the number of views. A "good" CTR is only around 1-5%, meaning that a $5,000 ad spot worth a guaranteed 100,000 views may only result in a couple hundred people clicking on the banner, and an even smaller percentage of those people making a purchase. So: every ad you see is scrambling for your attention in hopes that you will be the one person who both clicks and makes a purchase.2 They have a vested interest in using everything in their wheelhouse to stand out from the crowd and make you buy something, from ridiculous emotional appeals to outright lying and rage-baiting.

2 …And if you’re the website wanting to show off how valuable your ad space is to get more money out of an ad purchase, you’ll want to show off how through the roof your CTR is, so you might place ads in spots where a user might mistake them for something else or have them pop up in places where they can be accidentally clicked on. Don’t be a sucker, friends.

3 Incidentally, the author, Katherine Applegate, is the same “K.A. Applegate” who authored the Animorphs books, which are near and dear to my heart — and contain a lot more nuance that makes you think (…but also lots and lots of violence).

[woodchipp]

You're a bit hypocritical with the let people have their opinions thing. They disagree and make calm responses to your opinions, and you act hostile back.

All I'm doing is laying out the facts (because your and the other user's arguments hinged on information that is disproven by said facts) and explaining my opinion, which relies on said facts. You are the one who keeps shoving your fingers into your ears and ignoring the facts when they don't suit your argument.

If you see a person showing you evidence why you are wrong as them being "hostile", that's not my problem.

Finally, I'm not obligated to be perpetually polite when my arguments keep getting strawmanned/met with with the same counterargument I have already argued against and disproven.

Relating to myself again, as any other analyst would,

That's not how it works lmao. An analysis of a work has to be founded on textual evidence from that work. So far, you've shown no evidence for your claims other than projecting yourself onto Sunny while I have linked to the evidence to my claims multiple times and my arguments are based on the information the game's text provides me with.

I also tried covering it up. It's not the same as Sunny's, obviously, I didn't commit manslaughter.

"I relate to Sunny, the character who'd killed someone else, except for the part where I killed someone else."

Mari's a perfectionist and is hard on sunny,

The single instance of her being hard on him we get to see is not only understandable - as Sunny destroyed the expensive violin she and his friends spent an entire summer working to buy - but also occurs right before she's killed. "She's mean" isn't a valid argument since the game only tells you that without showing it throughout its runtime.

Likewise, her perfectionism becomes significantly relevant only when it's used to give Sunny a justification for lashing out. It has no bearing on her character otherwise.

and Hero goes into a depressive state for months.

Really appreciate the implication this depressive state Hero went into after learning his girlfriend killed herself is a flaw.

OMORI clearly did not handle trauma and mental illness as well as it's reputed to if its fans are saying shit like this.

He feels at peace that he doesn't need to worry about the repercussions anymore, as he didn't see the possibility of needing to say anything about it in the future. Again, he's naive and doesn't see future possibilities.

So, you do agree that his first thought upon seeing his sister's corpse wasn't "oh shit, what have I done", but "hell yeah I won't have to worry about any consequences :D".

There is a difference between being naive and being elated at getting away with something horrible.

Mari grabbed his arm supposedly to keep him from running away to his room.

There is no evidence she did. Besides, the datamined captions for the Truth photos would've mentioned she grabbed him if that was meant to be the intent - all she is noted and seen to do is to have blocked his way with herself and yelled at him.

Alrighty, so since the user I reblogged earlier apparently doesn't want to engage in any conversation with the people they're lambasting, I'm making my reblog a separate post. I'm nothing if not willing to talk :)

learning to forgive yourself even after seeing the full weight of the consequences of your actions, and realizing that you can still be loved and relearn how to love despite everything

1) "forgive yourself" I am not Sunny, and Sunny is not me.

2) Why should I be inclined to forgive an unlikeable asshole who killed his own sister because he's too self-centered to consider her feelings, lied about it to his friends, did next to nothing to show he cares about them during the game's events (the only time he tries doing anything for anyone is when he stops Basil's suicide attempt, and even then he contemplated ditching him again as a legitimate option) and then left them after revealing he lied to them for the last 4 years while bitching about how hard it is for him to live with the guilt?

Why should I root for him? I'd love to hear a reason other than "He has trauma!" or "He's the protagonist!" or "His love for his friends is shown via the dream world he has in his head!" or an ad hominem attack.

overcoming grief and realizing the world still moves on, with or without you, whether or not you think it's fair or if you blame yourself

OMORI isn't a game about overcoming the grief of a loss. It is a game about a character who's grapping with the well-earned guilt for taking another person's life and then lying about it. Those are quite different things.

Such an argument would've been applicable had Mari actually turned out to have killed herself.

You still have responsibility over your actions, and everything you do still matters,

Which is why the gang's reactions to what Sunny's done didn't matter enough for the game to show them, I suppose.

You still can change people's lives for the better or worse even if you think you aren't worth a second thought.

Sunny changed his friends' lives for the worse. And then he left.

I really enjoy this game can you tell.

Good for you! Doesn't mean others can't point out the main character is a nasty piece of shit and the writing has more holes in it than Swiss cheese, though.

I do think some people need to retake basic literature classes or touch grass perhaps

How classy. Is it because "some people" are not reading the game the way you want them to? :)

Look. You're well within your right to shove your fingers into your ears and go "lalalala I'm not listening!" when someone tries to explain their point of view to you and you don't like it. But you can't criticize people for different opinions when you refuse to listen to any explanations.

[kookiecrumb]

innocent reader sitting on jungkooks lap 😏 yk what happens next.

.... not me making this a firefighter!jk x reader because i have been thirsting over them lately o.o

Fun Fact: I came three times after writing this.

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jjk || Burn

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wc: ~ 1K

pairing: classmate!jungkook x fem!reader

warnings: smut!, fingering, wh*re, reader has a nice ass, cumplay/small breeding kink, innocent!reader, unprotected sex, stl, nippleplay (f&m), horny grinding, rough sex, semi-public sex

a/n:

... I wrote this while I was in highschool.

I'm 18. The characters are 18. They're in highschool cause I was in highschool and could legally have sex. Totally legal and realistic story.

here.

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You had math class with him sophomore year. You would actively avoid interacting with him because he had his clique and his girl or whatever at the time, and you weren't running with them. What you did do, though, was stare wistfully at him every once in a while, just a glance.

He liked to get funny with the teacher, and ask ridiculous questions to distract her so that the class wouldn't have to do any work that period. You appreciated that. You're a natural procrastinator, so you took advantage of the instructor rambling about something you couldn't care less about to do your English homework.

"Oh really," Jungkook would smirk at the teacher, smiling as if he was truly, genuinely interested in how her landlord is out to get her or something.

Maybe it is kind of cruel. You do feel bad sometimes when he does that. She just needs someone to talk to, but it's not the students' job to console the teacher and care about their problems. You're just here to get a piece of paper that says you made it. Made what? No one knows.

Jungkook never pays attention to the class anyways. The tests are always open notes so when the time comes he taps your shoulder and asks for your "help."

You can't deny him.

That'll be your downfall.

He leans over his paper, chewing his lip with a delicate downward gaze. His fingers thump against the table as he attempts the problem. Awkwardly glancing up towards you, he meets your eyes. "Just this one time," he laughs. This is the sixth time he's said that, as a matter of fact.

The only reason he gets away with this sort of thing is because he's a firefighter. You know he won't have to know half of the stuff he learned in Pre-Calculus to fight fires and save lives. It's quite noble. Otherwise, you would have told him to figure himself out.

"Ah, thanks, y/n, you're the best..." he'd say when you finish the test for him. You make sure to explain how you got there, too, just so that he'd learn something. It was a good thing he was infectiously cute and had a heart of Gold.

That's not to say that he was innocent, exactly. Even though you had nothing to prove it with, you were sure that he's been with the girls he sits next to by the way they were so comfortable around him. They were pretty, but his eyes always seemed to be somewhere else.

He was often late to class, which resulted in him gathering multiple tardy slips, which amounted to a few days of detention before graduation, senior year.

At that point it had been two years since you'd been in a class with him, but he got so much hotter. You pry your eyes away every time he slips past you in the lunch line.

His presence has gotten so much more intimidating to you. His sense of style has elevated. He's quieter now, and he doesn't run with the same crowd anymore. People say he's fallen off. You're curious as to why, even if it is none of your business.

"I got fucking detention," he says through a breath to his friend, next to him. They're standing in line for the usual: chicken strips with a carton of milk and a fruit cup.

"Nah, when? That's fucked up, they shouldn't be allowed to do that, man," his friend rasps back.

"Thursday. That's like...the day before we graduate." He smacks his teeth. "S'bullshit."

You reach into your pocket to pull out your folded pink detention slip given to you by the assistant principal. It's uncharacteristic for you to step out of line, and even the administrators know that. You never get called down to the office or anything.

It just came out of you. You got yelled at by a teacher for stepping out of line and you now face the consequences. You're almost relieved. It's about time you get a break from all of it.

The line is moving, so you put away your slip, wall forward, and tell the nice lady what you want for lunch.

-

You're the bookish kind. Freshman year, you tried things out, got a taste of the freedom that came with getting older, but quickly fell out of the culture once you got invested in your academics.

You've gotten to know a ton of nice guys around campus, each with their own impressive academic portfolios with thriving social lives-- all eligible bachelors who have similar goals and career aspirations. None of them satisfy the kind of excitement you seek in a man. That's why you secretly like the bad boys-- Namely, him.

He strolls into the detention center on Thursday, slamming the slip on the table in front of the administrator who puts down her microwavable stir-fry to examine the banal paper. "Mm," she says, shaking her head. "I'm gonna need your ID and your phone, sweetie," she smiles at him.

Jungkook slips his fingers into his back jean pocket and pulls out a destroyed ID from freshman year as he sets down his phone, face up on the table. You watch him unfold from the table and approach you with his laptop under his arm.

He plops himself across from you, with a labored sigh. This is a four hour detention and you only brought one pair of underwear. He doesn't care, though. Why would he care?

He lifts his eyes and smiles at you, face rejuvenated by your company. "Hey," he nods.

"Hey," you say back.

He unravels his computer charger and plugs it into the wall, going under the table, and temporarily out of sight from the administrator. You close your legs quickly.

Jungkook appears from underneath, looking like he knows something he shouldn't. "Isn't that against school dress code?" He refers to your skirt.

He looked at your skirt, which means he must have watched you close your legs. "Yeah, but..."

"--I mean we graduate Friday, it's not like they're gonna withhold your diploma for wearing a skirt to detention, right?" He finishes for you.

His fingers reach for his ears, cooling them down as he glues his eyes to his laptop. "Cool. It's pretty."

A few seconds later, he says, "It's a nice skirt."

He's still on that? You readjust your posture and cross your legs, trying to comfortably do the remainder of your school work. You need to take a piss. It always happens after you get turned on.

"Excuse me, miss!" You raise your hand politely. "I need to use the restroom." You pull down your skirt and rise from your seat.

You get the okay to go, taking the hall pass and leaving your stuff as-is. The school bathrooms are nasty, as usual, but there's no one here so at least there's no line.

You push the soap dispenser and groan when you realize nothing is coming out. Frustrated, you snap the cap off your hand sanitizer and rub it on your hands, walking out.

Temporarily blinded by the brief frustration of the bathroom situation, you do not realize that Jungkook has taken over your seat and sit down...

On him. With your skirt.

Immediately upon feeling a warm body beneath you, you rise up and look back in alarm. "I didn't mean to sit on you, I didn't know that you moved, I'm so so sorry, that must be so awkward, I really...really didn't mean to--" your excuses come flowing out like water from a stream.

"I really am so sorry--"

Jungkook glances down on his black jeans and notices at a spot darker than the surrounding fabric. He fixates on it as your heart beats out your chest. "Uhmm..." You purse your lips.

At that moment, the administrator stands up from her station, holding her phone and darts out of the room. Later you'll learn that some kid pulled the fire alarm.

Jungkook watches her walk out and automatically lock the door behind her. "She's not coming back, so why don't you make yourself comfortable."

What?

"Since you decided to ruin my jeans, I get to ruin you. Is that not how it works?" He pulls you towards his waist again and wraps your legs around his body. Gradually, he buries his nose in your chest and kisses your chest, feeling the pounding of your heart quiver. "Isn't that right, y/n? Or do you need me to make it into a math problem?"

You gasp softly, spreading your legs just a bit further to find a prominent bulge pulsing just under your pooling arousal. It's pure excitement. "Yes~" you sigh.

"That's right. Smart and pretty, what a combination," his fingers cradle your face and leads your lips to his venom, kissing you until he can't stand you rocking on his cock like that. "You're such an obliviously innocent little thing," he grabs a handful of your ass and kneads it as your hips grind flush against him.

"I'm not," your voice hitches. Fuck.

"Really," he breathes near your ear as his thumb slowly rolls down the adorable pair of panties you wore just for today. "Really..."

You try so hard not to moan when the cool touch of his fingertips graze your soaking wet pussy but it's just too much for you to keep quiet, there's only so much you can take.

He sets you down on one of the tables with your legs crossed. You place your ankle under your cunt and ride it softly as your eyes fall upon him stripping down for you.

You carefully tug down your shirt and pull down the straps of your bra for him to see your tits. He smiles brightly, like a puppy.

"They're so cute!" He pulls his belt out of the loop and pulls his zipper apart before hopping up there with you and forcing you down on the table as his mouth latches on to one experimentally. He tends to them diligently, suckling softly before popping off. They're shiny with his saliva.

He trails up, peppering the smallest kisses before pulling you down toward him and grinding his clothed girth against the length of your cunt. Your chest flutters, as you pull at his shirt. He tosses it off and you immediately get to work on his chest, marking his tanned skin as you receive the flowing pleasure he provides you.

"You could have said so," he groans. "Could have," pants "said you needed me like you do."

"I don't, I didn't--" you mewl. His fingers penetrate you, pressing against you firmly and thrusting languidly. You hesitantly arch.

He catches your lips in a hungry kiss and pins you down with his hips, his pants riding down his thighs until he finally plunges the head of his cock inside of you. You grab him closer and scratch his back until red streaks appear along his shoulder blades.

He hisses sharply from the pain of pleasure. "Fuck-- fuck," he groans. "That stretch feels amazing, oh my god," he sighs. You run your fingers through his black hair and tug him to kiss you deeply.

You can't feel your knees. Your skin feels like it's pleasantly burning from his particular touch.

He rolls his hips softly, pushing in and massaging your thighs. "God, you're so good to fuck," he whines before he thrusts in roughly. You watch his face contort to bliss, his groans ripping from his chest.

You reply to them weakly between quick breaths. Your moans are shallow and wavering, as the tension only tightens inside of you.

Watching this, Jungkook gradually withdraws from you and folds his fingers between yours before asking you to breathe in. "You'll have more fun that way," he insists.

He splits you again until he's sure you've adjusted to him nicely.

"Good girl," he thrums. You place your hand on his chest and play with his nipples, tugging at them playfully between your fingers. He kisses your ear in response, humming pleasurably.

He snaps his hips up and adjusts himself inside of you. His eyes narrow as his body finds a good angle to abuse your cervix. He rolls in and snaps, pulling your hips flush against his cock several times before kneeling and pounding in again.

His arms drape over your body and kiss your back while his thumb and index furl against your throbbing clit, pushing delicately while you spill your limbs on the cool table beneath you. "Holy fuck, Jungkook..." you gasp.

"Fuck me," you rasp. "Harder, harder, harder please~" you whine.

Jungkook uses his thumb to snap the strap of your panties against your skin.

"Mh~!" you cry.

"Patience is a virtue." He grabs a fist full of your skirt and pins you against the table with your ass up. "You could be the school whore if you wanted to with an ass like this," he grunts, his arms shaking from force.

He smacks it hard to watch it jiggle. You roll your eyes in pleasure, your knees barely holding up your body. "I want to watch you take my cum," he commands. "I want to see you full of it, dripping from your cunt."

You kiss him again, biting his lip as you feel his hips stagger. With a sharp breath, you convulse around him, your orgasm coating him generously in your cum. He shakes, his hands gripping your ass harshly before he fills you completely.

-

[hobeemin]

the garden isle

🌴 genre: drama, angst, romance, s2l, smut, humor, fluff

🌴 pairing: resort bartender!kim namjoon x celebrity! poc (f) reader

🌴 destination: kauai, hawaii

🌴 rating: 18+

🌴 warning(s): swearing, mention of blackmail, mention of depression, namjoon is so clumsy, public sex, safe sex, exhibitionism, oral (f & m receiving), soft dom!namjoon, multiple orgasms, fingering

🌴 word count: 14.3k

🌴 synopsis: running away from your problems was never your mantra, however, you didn't expect a scandal to nearly ruin your career. "take a hiatus" your publicist suggested. and so here you were, in a place that could only be described as paradise...that until you happen to meet a man who changes your outlook on life...one stumble at a time.

🌴 credits: thank you, thank you to @playmetheclassics and @jjksblackgf for beta reading this monster of a fic. it's one of the longest oneshots i've written at this point and i really appreciate you both taking time to read it.

resources for banner found here ~ 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

🌴 a/n: for @btshoneyhive​ ‘spring break-ing the rules’ event found here

He peeked out the window, gazing at the entrance. Much to his relief, the swarms of reporters had made themselves scarce by midafternoon. His eyes darted over to the lump on the couch, shaking his head as he walked over.

“You need to get your ass off this couch and do something about it.”

Her eyes shot open as a glare concentrated on the man standing before her. If looks could kill. He seemed unbothered by the way she looked at him. Not a day passed by where he was treated to that specific look. It wasn’t a good day until Jimin was cussed out by his client. 

Smirking, he took a seat opposite her, reclining back.

“Glaring at me isn’t going help you either.”

A single middle finger rose from her spot making him laugh.

“Yeah, I love you too, babe,” his signature eye smile faltered a bit as he looked at her. “Seriously though. Are you alright?”

“No,” she mumbled.

He sighed, fiddling with the zipper on his jacket. “I threatened the paparazzi outside. For now, the vultures have backed off, but we need a plan.”

“But I didn’t do anything Jimin,” she argued.

“I know babe, but you know how this industry works. They see blood and go in for the kill.”

Finally pulling back the quilt covering her, he noticed the redness in her eyes. Seeing her like this, so broken, hurt him more than she knew. Y/N’s tenacity was admired by all in the industry. She took no shit from anyone and only accepted roles that held her character. But now with this particular incident, her career could be ruined. And for what? Because some asswipe didn’t like the word ‘no’?

Jimin settled in his thoughts before moving down to kneel by her. He smiled softly at her, stroking her hair. Even though he was her manager, they were like siblings.

“Y/N? Babe, how do you wanna go about this?”

She sniffed as she reached for the tissues and wiped her nose. She cleared her throat. 

“What do you think I should do?”

He brushed his dark hair off his face and tapped his chin. “You want the soft truth or you want me to lay it out bare bones?”

She scoffed, shaking her head. “We’ve known each other long enough, that I can handle your advice.”

Jimin chuckled watching her. “You make it sound like I’m harsh–don’t look at me like that Y/N–but fair enough.”

He leaned against the couch brushing his fingers along her gently.

“To sum it up, this is going to be tough to fight, but you know I’m ready to throw hands for you. They’re not gonna make it easy, but we have a solid legal team. Taehyung got your back, but–”

Uh oh. Y/N didn’t like how quickly Jimin changed the tone of the conversation. It felt as if ice dropped into her stomach, making her feel ill.

“But what?”

“I think you should take some time off. Take a hiatus. Get away from the city for a bit and clear your head.”

She sighed deeply, twirling around a braid. “Where would I even go?”

“Leave that up to me. Just have yourself packed up for warm weather. Trust me. You’ll love it.”

---

“Thank you for flying Hawaiian Airlines. We will be landing shortly. Please put seats upright and tray tables away. Any large electronic devices should also be powered down and placed back in bags.”

Y/N’s eyes fluttered open as she straightened her chair, stretching her limbs, she looked around getting her bearings. She pulled the shade up noticing the turquoise waters and bright greenery. The flight attendant came around holding a bag of trash and she threw her things away. Sighing, the plane descended, making the passengers jump as it landed on the runway with a gentle bump. It didn’t take long for the plane to taxi and the cabin lights flickered on. 

The announcements chimed signaling the flight had ended

“Thank you again for flying Hawaiian Airlines. Please be careful when leaving the aircraft. If you are connecting to another flight, please check the monitors in the terminal. If this is your final stop, welcome to the Island of Kauai. Aloha.”

The people around her began to gather their possessions and as soon as the door opened, a crowd swarmed to be let out. Y/N settled back in her chair, not in much of a hurry. Once the people–you know the ones–dispersed, she grabbed her carry-on bag and walked off the airplane. The flight crew wished her well and she nodded to them, donning her sunglasses and a mask for good measure. 

No one besides Jimin knew where she’d flown. The last thing Y/N needed was for someone to post about her whereabouts and then get swarmed with reporters and paparazzi. Collecting her luggage at the baggage reclaim area was fairly easy. Most of the people on her flight were gone. 

Good, she wanted her privacy. Glancing down at her phone, she dialed Jimin’s number. He answered on the second ring.

“Made it?”

“Yeah, I’m here just got my luggage.”

“Good. I got a driver for you so no worries about renting a car for the time being.”

“Jimin, I’m trying to keep a low profile. Wouldn’t it make sense for me to drive on my own?”

“No, and don’t try to argue about it. They should be outside with the name of the hotel and your name. I used your grandma’s maiden name.”

“You thought of everything,” she exclaimed.

“Duh. Now have fun and message me when you’re settled. Love ya.”

“Thanks, Jiminie. Love you too.”

She ended the call and rolled her suitcases out towards the exit. As she passed through the sliding doors, the sticky heat of the island welcomed her with open arms. Sunshine she could handle, but the humidity was another story. She peered from over her sunglasses searching for a sign Jimin informed her about.

Ah ha.

There he was not even a foot away. The sign he held read ‘Morgan, Y/N’. She made her way over to him with her luggage. He was quite attractive. Hair a dark brown, sunglasses propped on his head wearing an off-white Hawaiian shirt with a smile as bright as the sun. As she approached, his smile spread. “Ms. Morgan?”

She nodded with a smile. “Yes, that’s me.”

He looked relieved. “Great! Welcome to Kauai. I’m Hoseok. I’ll be your driver during your stay here,” he explained opening the door for her.

Y/N gave a nod of thanks, sliding into the back seat. He closed it with care and loaded her luggage into the trunk of the luxury SUV. Once it was secure, he jumped in the driver’s seat, placing his seatbelt on. 

“The windows are tinted so you won’t be disturbed,” he informed her.

“Oh, good.”

Even though Y/N was exhausted from the flight, she couldn’t help but be entranced by the views passing by. So much greenery and a burst of colors. Not even here for five minutes and she was falling in love with the Kauai. Hoseok weaved along the road, pointing out things along the way. 

“Have you been to any of our islands before?”

Y/N nodded her head. “Yes. Oahu a few years ago. Nice, but Honolulu was too crowded for my taste.”

Hoseok chuckled as he turned into a hidden. “Don’t you live in LA? I think that’s worse.”

She couldn’t help but return the laugh. “Touche.”

Despite the fact that Y/N had traveled all over the world, she wasn’t prepared for the view. It took her breath away. It reminded her of an island palace. Nestled among the palm trees, the Queen Resort was a hideaway for all seeking solstice. 

Hoseok pulled into the circular driveway, stopping in front of the entrance. After letting her out of the car, he retrieved her luggage. 

“Enjoy your stay here at the Queen Resort, Ms. Morgan. I work with the concierge office, so please don’t hesitate to call me if you need to go anywhere,” he explained handing her his business card.

“Thank you Hoseok. I appreciate it.”

Just as she turned, another equally attractive man stood in front of her. Jet black hair pushed off his face revealing piercings on both his eyebrow and lip. Wearing an identical shirt to Hoseok’s, the tattoo sleeve on his right arm was on full display.

His smile at her made her think of a bunny for some reason. He lifted her bags effortlessly onto the baggage cart. He gave her a low bow. 

“Well to Queen Resort. I’m Jungkook. I’m one of the porters here.”

Hoseok walked over clapping the taller male on the back. “Kookie is a hard worker. He’ll also be your go-to for anything you need in your suite, Ms. Morgan.”

Y/N smiled at both of them. “No need for the formalities, gentlemen. Please, I insist you call me Y/N.”

Jungkook looked like a deer in headlights. His big doe eyes darted over to Hoseok. His voice dropped, but Y/N was able to decipher the words.

“Hobi…c-can we do that?”

The older male winked giving him a gentle squeeze on his shoulder. “Whatever the guest requests–within reason, of course.”

Jungkook looked pleased as the color returned to his cheeks.

 “Of course Ms. Y-Y/N.”

She smiled at him warmly, adjusting the strap on her purse. “Relax Jungkook. Now, lead the way.”

“No need Jungkook, I’ll take it from here.”

Was this her lucky day? Another breathtaking man appeared in front of her wearing casual business wear. Strong chin, pouty lips, and piercing eyes. Dark brown pushed back as he closed the distance with a bright smile. He reached out shaking her hand gently before placing a beautiful lei around her neck.

“Welcome, Ms. Morgan. We’re pleased to have you stay with us. I’m Seokjin, the hotel manager. Let’s get you checked in.”

She followed him inside walking over to the front desk. While Seokjin went around to the computer, Y/N looked around the lobby in awe. Tropical flora decorated the lush white furniture strategically placed near a fire pit. The wood paneling added to the robustness of the place. She turned her head as she heard the gentle tapping of the keyboard.

“Alright, you’re booked here for one month in the Lili’uokalani suite. Correct?”

“Yes.”

“We’ve made all the necessary precautions so you won’t be disturbed during your time here.”

He placed two room keys in a sleeve with a few pamphlets. “You just place your key on the door scan to open. I placed some brochures about the amenities the resort offers as well as some activities that are off the property. Jungkook,”–he motioned towards the young man– “will also act as the butler for you, so don’t hesitate to ask him for anything or if you have any questions.”

She took the sleeve from him with a nod, placing it in her purse.

“Happy hour is always at sunset near the lagoon pool area. If you’d like I can have Hoseok give you or tour unless you’d prefer to go to your suite.”

“For now, I’d like to go freshen up.”

Seokjin smiled with a nod. “Wonderful. Jungkook will take you to your room.” 

Jungkook grinned pushing the baggage cart. “Right this way.”

As they walked to the royal suite wing, Jungkook chattered about his time in Hawaii. Y/N listened politely as he spoke. He reminded her of her younger brother.

“–that beach has the best surfing!”

He blushed, realizing how much he’d been talking. “S-Sorry Ms. Y/N.”

“No don’t be sorry! I like hearing you talk Jungkook. It’s nice to listen for once.”

Again his face broke into that adorable smile, revealing his front teeth. “O-Okay.”

They reached the entrance to her suite and she waved the card over her door and it clicked open. Jungkook ran over opened it for her to enter and carried her luggage inside. 

Yet again Y/N was rendered speechless. The open-air living room led out to a private oasis giving a panoramic view of the ocean and island. A fully stocked bar stood off to the side with a kitchenette opposite it. Two double doors against the wall lead to the bedroom, a large king-size bed laid in the middle with an ensuite bathroom attached. The bathroom included a whirlpool tub, an additional stand-alone shower, and a sauna booth.

“W-Where would you like your luggage Ms. Y/N?”

She turned to him with a smile. “You can put them by the bed Jungkook. Thank you again.”

He set them down and walked back over to the suite entrance. Y/N fished out a few twenty-dollar bills and pressed them into his palm. Jungkook’s mouth fell open. Shaking his head, he tried to give it back.

“I couldn’t take this. It’s way too much.”

“I insist you do Jungkook. You’ve been very sweet. I won’t take it back.”

He bit down on his lip and placed the money in his pocket. “Thank you.”

“No, thank you,” she answered.

Giving her another bow, Jungkook exited the room leaving her alone in her thoughts.

---

Even though she was a bit jetlagged from the flight, Y/N wanted to explore the island a little on her first day. Hoseok mentioned a farmers market in town and it was within walking distance of the resort.

As she made her way there, the sights and sounds put a smile on her face. The market was buzzing with life as people set up stalls selling produce, clothes, and trinkets. She was enamored by the beautiful clothing being sold as she walked up to a booth selling Hawaiian shirts and matching dresses.

The woman behind the booth walked up to her smiling. “Hello dear. See something you like?”

Y/N smiled as she touched one of the dresses gently. “Just browsing, but these are beautiful.”

“I make them myself.”

“You’re very talented ma’am.”

“Ah call me Auntie Chelsea,” she said with a smile.

“Nice to meet you, Auntie Chelsea. I’m Y/N Morgan.”

“Welcome to the island of Kauai.”

“Thank you. I’m already enjoying my stay.”

Auntie Chelsea smiled at her as she folded some of the shirts. “There’s a sadness in your eyes. But I think you being here might lift it.”

Any other person saying that would have freaked her out, but coming from that woman, Y/N felt the words wash over her, calming her mind. She cleared her throat. “Thank you, Auntie Chelsea. I hope so.”

The older woman gave her a wink and handed her the business card. “This is where my shop is located, but I’m also here every Wednesday and Saturday. Stop on by.”

“I will. Thank you.”

Y/N waved goodbye as she walked on browsing the stalls. Another one caught her eye. Beautiful flowers forming leis and bracelets fluttered in the breeze. Some were made from shells, ribbons, and even nuts.

She gazed at a few quite impressed with the intricate patterns.

“Those are easy to make.”

She jumped, startled by the deep baritone voice. His eyes met her when she looked up and his jaw dropped down slightly.

She was stunning. He gulped nervously as her eyes bore into him with such intensity. 

Just as he was staring at her, she was observing him. Tall with strong muscle definition, his face was a cross between a heart and oval-shaped with a strong jawline, dark hair dyed blue framing his round cheeks, and lips formed into a grin.

Oh damn. He has dimples too.

Trying not to be distracted by her, his eyes darted to a few leis on the table.

“Are you buying or just looking?”

“Depends,” she replied. “Not sure yet.”

He bit down on his lip thoughtfully. “Well, the kukui nut leis are simple and match everything, whereas the ribbon ones tend to match certain items. The flower leis are pretty but don’t last too long.”

“You make all these?”

He nodded. “I do. It’s calming. Kind of like a hobby for me.”

She hummed in understanding. “I envy anyone who does something that makes them happy.”

“It’s not that hard though. What makes you happy?”

She felt the warmth creep into her cheeks. Avoiding his gaze, she focused on the merchandise. “How much are these selling for?”

He snorted, trying hard not to laugh. Cute, she was avoiding his question.

“You know, most people come to Hawaii for an escape. I wonder what is you’re running from.”

Her lips formed a thin line as she made eye contact with him, the rage building up. “It’s none of your damn business. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have things to do.”

She turned on her heel and stormed off. He stood there in shock, stunned by her words. He noticed Auntie Chelsea in the corner of his eye beckoning to follow her. With a sigh, he took off in the direction she’d been going in. 

He looked around for any indication of her, but he didn’t see anyone with her description. Sighing, heavily, he turned to walk back over to his stall, his thoughts swarming about the mystery woman.

---

It was almost sunset when Y/N walked out towards the pool area. Resort guests sat at the tables near the water’s edge either chatting, eating, or enjoying cocktails. Music from the live band played as she looked around for an open space at the bar. Smiling when she found one, she made her way over sliding onto the stool.

She plucked the menu from its holder glancing at the specialty drinks and appetizers offered during happy hour. 

“What’ll it be Miss?”

“Uh–” Y/N nibbled on her bottom lip still unsure. “I can’t decide between a Blue Hawaiian or Mai Tai.”

“Both are popular, but I’m more partial to the Mai Tai.”

Y/N dropped her menu staring at him. Her eyes widened in realization. He was the guy from the farmer’s market. With an equally matching expression, he stared back at her as pink became to cover his cheeks. He coughed slightly busying himself with the garnishes. “I mean…I don’t know if you want my opinion or not,” he murmured.

Trying to hide her embarrassment, Y/N leaned on her hand watching him squirm under her gaze. “I mean I am just here running away from my problems. What do I know? Enlighten me.” 

Great he came off as a huge jerk.

Face covered in red, he cleared his throat. “Well…the Blue Hawaiian is a frozen drink with vodka, rum, blue curacao–for the color, pineapple juice–”

“Oh I’m aware of the ingredients, just wanted your opinion on which to get,” she interrupted with a smirk.

His face looked like it was going to combust. “Um…do you like pina colados?”

“Not necessarily,” she answered after a moment.

“Say no more,” he grinned grabbing a hurricane glass.

Y/N watched as he mixed the rums, adding the mixers with precision, shaking it in his right hand–she noted how the veins in his biceps rippled–and he poured it into the highball glass over ice adding dark rum to float on the top. Garnishing it with a cherry and pineapple wheel, he gave her a warm smile. 

“Here ya go, Miss. Enjoy.”

Y/N hummed in thanks taking a sip from her straw. Her eyes widened at the flavors dancing on her tongue. “This is good.”

He looked up from wiping a glass. “You like it?”

She smirked with a nod. “I mean you’re kind of a jerk, but you make a bomb ass Mai Tai.”

He rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment as he began to speak, and a stutter appeared. “Can we start over? S-Sorry about that from earlier today. Wasn’t fair to make assumptions. I’m so used to people like that and sometimes I tend to speak without thinking.”

Guess I can give him a break.

“It’s alright. I get it.”

He nodded in understanding. “I’m Namjoon by the way,” he said holding out his hand for her to shake.

After a moment, Y/N took his hand into hers, quite surprised by how large it was, it engulfed her hand as he shook it gently.

“Nice to meet you too, Namjoon. I’m Y/N,” she said with a tiny smile.

So tell me Ms. Y/N, what brings you to Hawaii?”

She chuckled, messing with the cocktail stirrer. “Well since you asked so kindly Namjoon. I’m here just to enjoy some time away from work.”

“Work hard, play hard,” he said laughing.

“Something like that,” she giggled.

They chatted more about their likes and dislikes. Y/N found out how much he hated seafood and mint chocolate ice. 

“Why eat something that tastes like toothpaste?”

He was sweet, intelligent, and could hold a conversation. It was refreshing to talk with someone that wasn’t trying to interview or harass her. 

Namjoon couldn’t help but feel at ease with her. Someone that could hold a conversation with him was always a plus in his book. To say he was attracted to her was an understatement, but he knew the rules. Guests were off-limits. Anyone caught fraternizing with one would be terminated, no questions asked.

“How long have you been in Kauai?”

As he was about to answer,  someone walked up to the bar to order a drink, he frowned a bit glancing over at them to signal he’d be there. “Um hold on. Let me take care of this guest.”

She watched as he interacted with the guest, being professional but friendly. She finished her drink just as another appeared before her. Y/N giggled as she nibbled on the pineapple slice.

“I’m gonna have to order something to tame this liquor.”

Namjoon smirked. “I may be biased but the Korean sticky ribs are delicious.”

“I’ll take your word for it, one order of those please.”

“Certainly Ms. Y/N.”

It could have been the alcohol lowering her ambitions or just the fact she was away from the stress of her every day, but the way Namjoon said her name at that moment made her stomach clench. She bit the inside of her cheek and turned on the stool focusing on the music from the live band. She hummed along tapping her nails on the bar counter.

The smells of spices filled her nostrils as Namjoon brought over her appetizer. Y/N almost drooled at the sight. One bite into the ribs had her moaning softly, earning a chuckle from Namjoon.

“Good?”

“These are delicious,” she mumbled, covering her mouth.

His dimples deepened watching her fondly as her face became covered in the rib sauce. She really was beautiful. Then he realized what he was doing. He lowered his gaze as he began to cut some fruit for the garnishes. 

“To answer your question from before, I’ve been here a little over three years. Came here on vacation and planted roots here.”

“You must love it if you decided to stay.”

He chuckled softly. “Something like that,” he looked at her pausing his task. “So Ms. Y/N, what are your plans for tomorrow?”

Y/N wiped her mouth as she sat there thinking. “Not quite sure. Maybe the beach. I heard Waimea Canyon is a place to see.”

He bobbed his head. “I recommend that. It’s not nicknamed the ‘Grand Canyon of Hawaii’ for nothing. Definitely check it out.”

“I wouldn’t mind having a guide,” she whispered with a smile.

Namjoon blinked before staring at her. He gulped softly as his Adam’s apple jerked. “I–”

Oh damn.

Y/N shook her head feeling quite stupid. “I didn’t mean for that to come off the wrong way ”

“N-No it’s alright. I mean we have a great staff capable of guiding guests around the island.”

“Right. Of course, I wouldn’t doubt you about that.”

She stood from her seat, placing a few bills on the table. “Thank you for your hospitality, Namjoon. I appreciate the suggestions.”

Now he felt like an idiot. He forced a smile as he cleared the space on the bar. “It was my pleasure Ms. Y/N. Enjoy your time here.”

She nodded in thanks before walking toward her room. As she went out of view, Namjoon took the dishes in the back.

“Good job Joon,” he grumbled darkly. 

Great, just great. He wanted to kick himself. How could he pass up an opportunity to spend a day with her? She left him intrigued, curious–and for that to get his attention, he wanted to know more.

The determination crossed his face and he resolved to take that chance.

“Cover for me,” he called to one of the other bartenders as he removed his apron and ran from behind the bar.

It didn’t take long to catch up with her. He spotted her near the small botanical garden on the property. Watching her lean in to smell the hibiscus flowers made something stir in his chest. Out of breath, he closed the distance between them, heart hammering loud in his chest.

“M-Ms. Y/N?”

She looked up, eyes wide as she stared at the disheveled man before her. His face was flushed and clammy.

“Did I leave something at the bar?”

“Uh–”

And he short-circuited. 

Namjoon couldn’t seem to get the words out. He felt ridiculous standing in front of her.

Y/N raised her brow as she watched him struggle to get the words out. “Namjoon, you don’t look too well. Maybe you should go take a break.”

“I–If I don’t get this out, I’ll probably regret it for as long as I live,” he confessed while chewing on his lower lip, he blamed Jungkook for this habit he picked up.

Y/N waited with anticipation, a sudden fear clouding her thoughts. If he had any idea how much her anxiety rose during conversations like this. 

“I-I could show you around if you like?”

She blinked a few times at him, trying to decipher what he said. Did she hear him correctly? Her face felt warm as the potential of a date possibly in the near future. But she could have been wrong. Maybe he was being polite. There was only one way to find out.

“So…like a date?”

Namjoon sputtered, making a giggle bubble up to the surface. Y/N covered her mouth trying to stifle it. He was absolutely adorable in his reaction.

“W-What if I said yes?”

Y/N bounced on her heels contemplating her decision. The hope in his eyes was apparent, she couldn’t resist the smile spreading across her face. 

“Then I’d have to say, meet me tomorrow around noon, sounds good?”

Namjoon coughed as he tried to hide the excitement wanting to burst forth. “Yeah. it’s my day off tomorrow I can meet you near the market.”

“Wonderful. I’ll see you then. Have a goodnight Namjoon,” she said with another breathtaking smile and walked off.

He felt like he was on cloud nine. But soon his happiness turned to dread as he dragged his hand down his face. They were going on a date. A date which he asked a guest…a guest!

 But a guest you’re attracted to

Fuck, he was in deep shit if it got out. He made his way back to the bar as a dark cloud cast over his face. This wasn’t good but felt so right. He’d promised himself it would be clearly professional and leave it at that.

What could go wrong?

---

“If I tell you something, do you promise to keep it a secret?”

Jungkook looked up from his breakfast staring at Namjoon curiously. He chewed a few more times before answering. “I mean is it like a life or death thing? Will it harm anyone?”

Namjoon scoffed. “No, of course not. I just need an alibi if something were to happen…you know for insurance.”

“You killed someone and need me to help hide the body?!”

Namjoon dropped his head with a groan. “Seriously Kook, stop watching true crime shit before bed.”

The younger male grinned as he picked up a piece of bacon to nibble. “You just haven’t given it a chance. I was watching a documentary about three people–”

“Save it. Anyway, can you keep this secret if I tell you?”

Jungkook nodded. “I mean I know I can, but we live on an island, news will eventually spread ya know.”

That’s what he was afraid of happening. But he knew if he didn’t at least tell Jungkook, he’d be safe.

“Alright…I..um…I’m going a d-date.”

A piece of scrambled egg fell out of Jungkook’s mouth as his eyes rounded. He wiped his mouth still staring in disbelief at his roommate. 

“You? On a date? After all these years?!”

Namjoon averted his gaze as he grew self-conscious. “You make it sound like it's a bad thing,” he mumbled.

“Hell no. I’m happy for you. It’s about time though. Joon, you need to have some fun.”

“I do have fun,” he said, growing defensive.

Jungkook smirked, “Spending your days off at the market with Auntie Chelsea is your definition of fun?”

“I’ll be sure to share that with her so you don’t get any kalua pork.”

“No! Don’t do that! She throws a mean flip flop,” he shuddered, rubbing the back of his head. “Anyway, who is the lucky gal?”

“Her name is Y/N.”

Jungkook began to choke as he drank his banana milk. The liquid dribbled down his chin as he was rendered speechless twice within the last fifteen minutes.

“Holy shi–”

“What’s the big deal?”

“The big deal?! Dude, she’s a guest at our resort. And I’m her porter!”

Namjoon sat back chewing on his lower lip. “Okay. That could be a problem.”

“More than a problem. If Jin finds out, you gonna get your ass fired!”

Namjoon looked up at Jungkook as a smirk appeared. “So we don’t let that happen.”

Jungkook let out a whine, brushing his bangs off his face. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”

“Not really, but I really like her. I’m curious to see where it goes.”

“I hope it’s worth it.”

“I know it is.”

---

Right at noon, Y/N walked down towards the marketplace in town. She wasn’t sure what Namjoon had planned, but she packed the essentials in her tote bag: a summer dress, bathing suit, and sunscreen. She noticed Auntie Chelsea setting up and walked over to her.

“Good morning.”

The older woman looked up at her and smiled. “Oh, hello again! I see you’re out and about.”

Y/N smiled adjusting the straps on her tote bag. “I am. Namjoon offered to show me around the island today.”

“Ah, you’ll have a wonderful time then. He's such a handsome and smart man. You’ll have plenty to chat about yea.”

Y/N tried to hide the embarrassment on her face. She was excited to see where they would go. Sure she agreed to let him take her around, but for it to be a date was hard to believe. She did find him attractive as his stutter was absolutely adorable when he got nervous. Either way, it would help distract her from all things going on back home.

“Y/N!”

She turned to see Namjoon pushing two bikes towards her. Once they were close, he pushed the kickstand down on both.

“Hi Namjoon,” she greeted.

His smile deepened as his dimples appeared almost making her weak in the knees. 

“H-Hi. I thought we’d go biking today. There’s a place I’d love to show you.”

“Sounds like fun,” she said grinning.

Auntie Chelsea chuckled watching them interact. “Have fun you two and stay outta trouble, yea.”

“Will do Auntie,” Namjoon replied.

“Make sure you stop by the restaurant later on. We having your favorites.”

“Even better. We’ll be there,” he turned to Y/N with a wink. “Let’s get going.”

Y/N hopped on the light blue bicycle while Namjoon took the dark green one. It had been ages since the last time she rode a bike but got into the groove easily enough as she followed Namjoon down the path. The day was already a balmy 80 degrees and the wind from the coast made it soothing. The scenery whizzed by on their bike ride, but she was still in awe of the island.

Namjoon slowed his biking until they were next to each other. “We’re turning into this lane in a few feet, but stay close to the side cause cars come this way too.”

She nodded as he moved and she followed him into the hidden path. They rode under a canopy of trees, making it cooler in the shade. The faint sound of water could be heard as they ventured further down the path. As they went up the hill, Y/N’s jaw dropped.

The water cascaded down the cliff making a double rainbow appear. The vibrant colors of the flora surrounded the river as the sun shined down illuminating the scene. It was breathtaking. Namjoon had them park their bikes near a tree and helped her get off of it.

“Welcome to Wailua Falls.”

“Oh, my–Namjoon, this place is wonderful.”

“Wanna get a closer look?”

She bobbed her head as he smiled at her fondly. Holding out his hand for her to take, they walked towards the water gazing at the falls.

“You know this island filmed a lot of shows and movies around here?”

“Oh yes, I definitely know that.”

“Oh really?”

She shrugged with a smirk. “Kind of my job.”

He pulled a blanket from the bag he was carrying and laid it on the ground. “I’d love to know what your job is.”

Y/N joined him on the blanket getting comfortable. “Oh, I thought I mentioned it.”

“Nope.”

She sighed softly looking out at the water. She pulled her shoes off and dipped her feet in the cool water. Kicking them a bit she thought about how ridiculous it would sound.

“Well, I’m in the film industry. I...I’m an actress.”

Namjoon’s eyes widened. “Whoa. That sounds exciting…well maybe. It sounds stressful too.”

“You have no idea,” she said with a smile.

He noticed how it didn’t reach her eyes. It seemed to be something she didn’t want to discuss at the moment, so for the time being, he began to spew random facts about the island and the waterfall.

“There’s a place called the Fern Grotto that does a mini cruise down the Wailua River. You walk through this lush forest to the cave and it's amazing. People get married there sometimes.”

“I bet it’s beautiful. Being surrounded by nature, the quiet, sharing a special moment with your loved ones,” she thought out loud.

“It is beautiful,” he murmured, staring at her. Clearing his throat, he looked out at the water thoughtfully. “Would you like to stay here for a while or explore the island some more?”

Y/N nibbled on her bottom lip mulling over the question. “I wouldn’t mind staying here for a bit. It’s calming.”

She stood up and began to undo the straps on her dress. Namjoon’s face was covered in red as he averted his gaze. Y/N giggled at his response. 

“I’m in a bathing suit Joon, you can relax.”

“I k-know, but still–”

She chuckled at his demeanor. “You’re adorable. Let’s swim.”

He wasted no time stripping down to his swim trunks and jumping in the water after her. Namjoon let out a scream at how cold the water was. He splashed around making Y/N laugh so hard her sides hurt. They floated around enjoying the quiet of the afternoon.

She looked up at the sky, staring at the clear blue sky. “I wish I could stay here in this memory.”

Namjoon stilled his movements and swam over to her. “What do you mean?”

Y/N sighed as swam over to the edge with Namjoon in tow. “It’s not important. I don’t want to ruin the day.”

He hummed in understanding as they got out of the water and dried off. They lay out in the sun drying off under the sun until they could slip on their clothes. 

Namjoon checked his watch with a grin. “I don’t know about you, but I could use something to eat.”

“Oh, you don’t know the half of it. I’m so hungry. I didn’t eat much for breakfast.”

He nudged his chin towards the road. “Well let’s get you something to eat. Follow me.”

They rode their bikes back up the trail and back into town. The shadows grew as the day went on while they rode to a small restaurant overlooking the ocean on the beach. She parked her bike next to Namjoon’s as he tied them both to a tree. Holding out his arm for her to take, Y/N wrapped her hand around his bicep shyly as they walked inside. 

Auntie Chelsea looked up from the counter, wiped her hands, and ran around to greet them. 

“Howzit Namjoon?”

He grinned as she led the couple to an open table. “Have a good day yeah?”

Y/N’s cheeks flushed as she glanced at the menu. The older woman placed glasses of water on the table for them and they thanked her before gulping down half the glass.

“I think we had a good time today. What do you think Y/N?”

She smiled at him from over the menu. “Too soon to tell.”

Auntie Chelsea pinched his cheek with a chuckle. “You both cute. Don’t bother looking over the menu. I know just what to bring, yeah?”

They sat in silence once Auntie Chelsea left, too nervous to speak up. Y/N thought about how the day had gone so far. She was enjoying herself with Namjoon. It seemed like a breath of fresh air for once. No stress. No anxiety. It was just her enjoying the company of an attractive man who was sweet inside and out.

Namjoon noticed how distracted she was and reached over to place his hand on hers.

“Penny for your thoughts.”

Y/N blinked as she looked up at him. She relaxed as he traced soothing circles on the back of her hand. 

“It’s silly.”

Namjoon gave her a warm smile, shaking his head. “Nothings silly when it comes to you, Y/N.”

Just the way he said her name made her stomach flutter. She bit down on her lower lip suppressing an equally enthusiastic smile. Okay, that was smooth.

“Well, when you put it that way…I guess I just worry about what I’m going back to. I know I’m supposed to relax and not think about work or life back home, but I can’t help it.”

He sensed the dread in her voice as she spoke and felt himself be drawn to her more. Sure this was only his way of being friendly and taking her around the island, but he couldn’t help thinking there was something more there. The more they spoke, the more he fell for her.

“What are you so worried about that you can’t enjoy your vacation?”

Y/N sighed deeply just as Auntie Chelsea appeared carrying two plates of steaming food. Her eyes grew as more platters covered the table.

“We have some laulau, lomi lomi salmon, rice, and some fresh pineapple and lilikoi. Enjoy!”

Namjoon chuckled watching her response. “Thank you Auntie for the feast.”

“Ah. Just eat up, yeah.”

She beamed and walked away giving them some alone time. Namjoon opened up the laulau, grabbed a fork, picked up the steaming kalua pork, and held out for Y/N. “This is pork wrapped in taro leaves and cooked in a pit underground.”

As Y/N reached for the fork, Namjoon pulled it back with a smirk. “I insist on feeding you the first bite.”

Her brow quirked as she stared at the handsome man across from her. Those lovely dimples on display. She was smitten. Leaning over, she opened her mouth as he slid the morsel past her lips. Biting his lip, he watched her chew, eyes close savoring the flavors.

She looked so effortlessly sexy just eating. He felt his neck grow hot gazing at her. The way Y/N licked her lips, made a soft grunt fill his throat. Distracted, he almost forgot he should have been eating as well. They continued the flirting game, feeding each other small bites while staring at each other coyly. 

Soon the plates were empty as they sat back full and quite happy. Something in Namjoon’s eyes stirred her insides as he placed some money on the table. Auntie Chelsea went to protest, but Namjoon shook his head.

“You’ve been too kind Auntie.”

Y/N nodded in agreement. “You’ve made this day wonderful. To end with some delicious food was the highlight. Thank you.”

Auntie Chelsea began to clear the plates and shook her head. “Fine, but only this once. Have a good time, yeah.”

“Oh I’m sure we will,” Namjoon replied, the underlying message clear to Y/N.

They bid everyone farewell as they left the restaurant. Namjoon unlocked their bikes as they began to ride back towards the middle of town. They got off and he placed them on the bike rack as they began to walk toward the resort.

He seemed nervous wanting to gauge her reaction.

“Did you have a good time today?”

She nodded, pushing the braids off her face. “It was amazing. Probably one of my favorite days ever.”

He looked doubtful. “Really?”

Y/N stopped in her tracks taking Namjoon’s hand into hers and squeezing. “Really. Everything just felt right, ya know? I didn’t need to overthink anything. It was perfect.”

He reached into his pocket to reveal a pretty woven bracelet. “Here I wanted to give you something…I mean it’s not much, but I noticed how much you liked my leis.”

She beamed as she held out her arm for him to slip it on her wrist. “It’s beautiful. Thank you Namjoon.”

Namjoon’s smile spread as he pulled her close to him. She looked into his eyes as her heart hammered in her chest. Would he try to kiss her? Would she let him? She decided she would. There was so much chemistry between them. Just as Namjoon bent down, the sky opened and rain began to pour down in sheets. 

Y/N squealed as she put her tote bag over her head. They scrambled to look for shelter as the rain began to fall harder. Namjoon led her under a canopy as the wind picked up. Y/N shivered holding herself as the temperature dropped. He looked over at her, removing his jacket and placing it on her shoulders.

“It’s a little damp, but better than nothing.”

“Thank you.” 

Y/N smiled at him, wrapping his jacket tighter around her body. She felt swallowed by the material as they watched the raindrops fall.

“Minus the rain, this was a perfect day,” she spoke up while glancing over at him trying to gauge his reaction.

“You sure about that? You’re not saying that to just be nice.”

Y/N grinned as she reached over to squeeze his hand gently. “Trust me, I wouldn’t have held back if it sucked.”

His laugh sounded like the wind chimes swaying above them. Being this close to her, he knew he had to make the first move. But would she respond?

“Y/N?”

She looked up at him curiously. He gulped softly, turning to her. Their eye contact held for only a second, but to her felt like hours. He wanted to remember this moment for as long as there was breath in his body. She leaned into his touch as he placed his hand on her cheek. His thumb drew circles on her skin. He was making a memory of her.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured. 

He moved so quickly, their foreheads bumped, making Y/N let out a pained groan. Namjoon’s face flooded with scarlet as he scrambled to look at her.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry! Are you alright?”

She chuckled as she rubbed her forehead, making her nose scrunch up.

“You’re so clumsy Joon.”

He shook his head returning the laugh. “I hurt myself more than people do.”

She reached up wrapping her arms around his neck, stroking the hair that touched his neck. “But I find that to be one of your endearing qualities.”

His hands fell on her waist giving it a gentle squeeze. “Really?”

“Uh-huh,” she whispered.

He bit his lip, staring at her as his desire for her grew. He knew if he went another step further, they’d tip over that cliff and fall into an abyss. There was no turning back at this point. His tongue felt heavy as he swallowed thickly.

“Y/N?”

His voice was soft and a bit unsure. She looked at him searching his face for a clue. “Yes, Namjoon?”

“I want to kiss you. Is that alright with you?”

“Yes. I’m more than okay with it.”

His lips brushed against hers gently at first. Y/N moaned softly into the kiss as she grabbed him by the front of his shirt, pulling him flush against her. He growled out as their kiss deepened, tongue probing for entrance. She obliged, shivering not from the cold but his actions.

He didn’t want the moment to end. Reluctantly, they broke apart, each in a daze from the kiss. Namjoon set to work kissing along her neck as she whimpered, gripping his board shoulders.

“J-Joon?”

“Hmm?”

“M-Maybe we should take this somewhere private?”

He paused his actions to meet her gaze. “Where would you like to go?”

The determination in her eyes blazed as she made the decision. “Can we go to your place?”

Worry crossed his face. Hoseok and Jungkook could be there. But it quickly disappeared. They were at work. He was in the clear.

“Okay. We can walk there. It’s not far from here.”

The rain had settled down in time for them to walk to his place. They approached a medium-sized house near the beach with tropical plants all around. Namjoon led her in, removing his shoes as she did the same. Taking her hand he walked her through the house. It was a simple setup with the bare essentials: kitchen, living room. He pointed out a few things in their journey. 

“I got roommates, but they’re not home,” he confessed.

“That's fine,” she answered, though grateful it was just them in the house. They arrived at a door at the end of the hall and he twisted the knob opening the door slowly.

“After you,” he said with a smile.

Y/N walked in quite surprised with his room. Every surface was either covered by books or greenery. A planted bonsai tree sat near the window. Earthtones decorated his walls as the curtains fluttered in the wind. A small wind chime let out a peaceful noise each time it twinkled in the breeze. She turned around looking at his room in wonder. It felt like Namjoon if that made sense. She was getting a bigger look into this man’s life. 

“I like your room. It’s so you.”

He laughed, watching her. “Is that so?”

“Mhmm.”

He stepped behind her, his hands resting on her hips as his lips found their way to the shell of her ear. “I’m glad, but I think we should pick up where we left off.”

His breath tickled her neck as she turned around to face him. Mischief gleamed in her eyes as she combed her fingers through the hair that touched his neck.

“I wouldn’t object to that.”

“Fuck, you’re amazing,” he murmured as he captured her lips in another kiss. 

She felt secure in his arms, even the chill from the rain dissipated the longer he held her. As if there wasn’t any interruption, he deepened the kiss once more, tasting every inch of her mouth. The guttural in his throat was evidence enough that he was just as equally into it as she was. 

Guiding her to his bed blindly, she fell backward on the mattress with him towering over her. His free hand found its way to her cheek caressing it gently. 

“Y/N…I–”

She shook her head, pulling him to close the distance. “I know Joon. I feel the same way.”

His stutter returned as his shyness returned. “Y-You d-do?”

Y/N nodded, planting a kiss on his lips softly. “Are you kidding me? I thought you were so cute the first time we met…that is until you opened your mouth.”

Namjoon laughed louder as his shoulders shook. “Okay not my best moment, but if it wasn’t for me making a complete idiot out of myself we wouldn’t be here.”

“Good point,” she agreed.

She couldn’t read his gaze as he stared at her, but it made her yearn for him more. The message between the two was clear. Namjoon sat up as he began to unbutton his shirt. Y/N watched with wonder as his muscles shifted. Gosh, she wanted to reach out and touch his pecs. He seemed shy revealing himself to her as his shirt fell to the floor. Down to his swim trunks he looked at her. She nodded and sat up, turning her body away, she pulled her hair to the side. 

“Untie this for me, please?”

Okay, things were getting real. Palms sweaty, Namjoon tried to hide his anxiousness to no avail. His fingers fumbled with the knot as his brows knitted with concentration. Y/N tried to hold still as he tugged at the straps.

“Everything alright back there?”

“Y-Yeah! Just a stubborn knot. Nothing I can’t handle,” he answered hastily.

She giggled with a nod. “Okay, if you insist.” 

The rip that followed seemed to fill the emptiness in the room. Y/N and Namjoon’s eyes rounded. He studied the disaster that was now her dress, ready for the ground to swallow him up.

Y/N burst out in laughter as she stood up to check out the damage in the full-length mirror. The seams were completely obliterated as a tear ran from the straps to her mid-back. 

“I guess you don’t know your strength, Mr. Kim,” she teased.

“I-I’m sorry Y/N,” he pleaded.

Much to his surprise–thinking she’d leave in a huff–Y/N removed the dress letting it fall to the floor in a heap. 

“I never liked it that much anyway,” she whispered, walking over to him. 

Namjoon’s Adam’s apple jerked as she straddled his lap still in the bikini from earlier. She bent down to nibble on his ear making him whine out in need. 

“Sensitive?”

“Uh-huh.”

His motor skills caught up with his brain and his hands wrapped around her waist, dragging his nails down her back lightly. 

Y/N jumped in his lap as she felt him poke at her inner thigh. She tried to hide the astonishment that came across her face. He felt thick and long. She swallowed trying to figure out how this played out. Growing bolder, Y/N slipped her hand down between her legs and traced the outline of his cock with her finger as her lips brushed against his neck lightly. As she stroked him slowly,  she left small light kisses along his neck and jaw. Pulling away, she watched many emotions cross his face as she smiled at him. "Sorry, I couldn't help myself."

Namjoon let out a hiss as his head rolled back, her lips on his neck were too much for him. She felt incredible. His grip around her waist loosened as his fingers moved further up her thigh teasing her skin with caresses, he leaned forward pressing his lips to hers kissing her slowly. 

“Please indulge,” he whispered as his eyes flashed seductively into hers.

She let out a breathy sigh as he pulled away. Y/N let out a soft purr, loving the way his fingers touched her skin. She craved more, wanted him with all her being. She moved closer aching to feel his lips on hers again. She leaned up grazing her lips to his, slipping her tongue past his mouth. Her moans grew deeper and she pressed her body more to him.

His tongue met hers as his lips parted, this kiss much more passionate than the others as he pressed his body back to hers and without any thought, his hand began traveling up her thigh exploring every inch of her skin. Each on fire with desire for the other. It was becoming too much at once. They parted from the kiss as Namjoon ran his thumb against her bottom lip. "Are you sure you want to do this?"  

“I’m certain. I want this as much as you do. Are you having doubts?"

He shook his head. “No, no, I just get into my head. But I want you, Y/N. So much.”

She removed her hand from his crotch and cupped his cheek. "Nervous? Don't be. I wouldn't be here if I didn't want you." Giving him a reassuring smile she gazed into his eyes kissing him again. "How about we continue?"

His worries seemed to melt away with the touch of her lips.

Eyes smoldering as she stared at him, she smirked as she reached around and unclasped her bikini top and let it fall to the floor. Her nipples rubbed against his chest making her moan. She toyed with the elastic of his swim trunks with a mischievous grin.

“Namjoon,” she purred looking up at him and biting her lip.

Something flashed across his face as he took her by surprise and switched their positions. Looming over her, Namjoon grinned.

“I need you now Y/N.”

With a growl, he reached for her bikini bottoms and slid them down, and tossed them over his shoulders. The smell alone made his mouth drool. All he wanted was to worship the woman before him. Getting on his knees, he spread her legs wider.

Dark eyes bore into hers as he licked his lips.

“M-May I have a taste?”

Her head bobbed as he looped his arms underneath her thighs trailing kisses towards the feast that awaited him. Pulling her pussy lips apart, strings of her arousal coated her sex. Namjoon gave a tentative lick to her clit, moaning out at the taste.

“Oh, Y/N, you taste wonderful.”

With no other words to say, he delved into her pussy, devouring every inch of her. And what a feast it was. Head buried between her thighs, tongue lapping at her core relentlessly. Y/N nearly fell off the bed trying to clamber away, but Namjoon pinned her hips down keeping her in place. Sweat rolled down her body as her hips bucked forward chasing the high. Her pants and moans grew louder as she raised her hips, biting her lip as a sudden wave crashed over her. She sought his free hand, gripping it tightly.

Namjoon was in awe of how she looked. He suckled her clit gently as she came down from her high and as the overstimulation overcame her, she squeezed his hand.

Pulling away, mouth glistening with her arousal, he eyed her lovingly. He moved up to face her, fingers stroking her hair tenderly.

“Still with me?”

Y/N could only nod as her chest rose to catch her breath. He kissed her lips, delving back into her mouth. Her hands gripped his shoulders, tasting herself on his tongue. She whimpered into the kiss as he left her breathless once more. 

With some hesitation, he broke their kiss looking down at her. 

“You’re an angel, Y/N. Can I call you that? My Angel.”

Her heart soared hearing his nickname for her. She smiled bashfully avoiding his gaze. “Yes. I’d like that.”

Namjoon took her hand and kissed each finger gently as he sat back on his heels. “I only want you to feel good.”

She noticed how he was holding back. But that was the last thing she wanted. “Namjoon, I want you to feel just as good as you made me.”

She sat up from her spot and palmed his crotch. 

“Stand up,” she instructed. He wasted no time standing in front of her. The wet patch on his swim trunks was evidence he was prepped and ready for her. Giving him a smirk, she tugged at his waistband letting the shorts fall to the floor. 

Nothing prepared her for the size and width of his cock. Y/N was practically drooling at the sight. He grunted as it slapped against his abdomen. Beads of precum coated his skin along with the cock head and shaft. Y/N scooted to the edge of the bed reaching out to wrap her hand around his length. Namjoon’s knees almost buckled from the sensation. Y/N took her time, pumping him slow and steady, the sounds coming from his throat were evidence enough that he was enjoying it.

She started with kitten licks to the head before pushing it past her lips. Namjoon willed his eyes to stay open watching in awe at the beautiful woman in front of him. He groaned in pleasure moving his fingers into her hair, guiding her along his length. Y/N let her muscles relax as more of his length passed her lips. The head hit the back of her throat as she gagged slightly. Hollowing her cheeks, she hummed, sending vibrations against his shaft.

“F-Fuck Angel…Like that..k-keep going,” he crooned.

She picked up the pace going faster, using one hand to jerk him off while the other played with his ball sack. Namjoon let out a whine, biting down hard on his lip; he breathed hard through his nose as she looked up at him through her eyelashes.

“G-Gonna cum if you keep this up,” he warned.

She let go of his cock with a pop, still running her hand up and down his shaft. Namjoon picked her up, capturing her in a breathtaking kiss that nearly knocked her off her feet. It was like he was devouring her, afraid she’d drift away if he let go.

“I need you, Angel, right now,” he whispered.

Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck standing on her tiptoes as they held each other for a moment. He helped her back onto the bed making sure she was comfortable. She spread her legs as he slotted himself in between, fisting his cock as he looked at her with the utmost adoration. He reached over to his nightstand, grabbed a foiled package, and tore it open with his teeth.

She appreciated how safe he was being as he rolled the condom onto his cock. Once secured, Namjoon smiled, kissing her once more, lining himself at her entrance and pushing inch by inch of his length past her folds. The sounds erupting from both parties filled the room. She was so snug around him. He took his time, whispering words of care until he buried deep inside her. Namjoon stilled as he leaned forward nuzzling against her cheek. 

“I-I won’t move until you tell me to,” he gasped.

“Move now,” Y/N whimpered out, her nails digging into her back.

His hips raised as he pulled out with only the tip still and thrust back into her, body pushing against the headboard.

It almost knocked her out. She was so full of him, eyes rolling back, Y/N attempted to match his thrusts, the sound of rhythmic grunts and slaps of skin filled the entire room. Thunder rumbled in the distance as the couple only had eyes for each other. 

Namjoon only wanted to make love to her at this moment. He cried out at how her muscles clenched around him. It was almost too much. He sought out her lips while they moved together. 

Bracing himself against the top of the headboard, he delved deeper, snapping his hips against hers. Grunts spewed forth as he gripped her hips, anchoring himself in place. 

Y/N could only hold on to him as his pace quickened. She wrapped her legs around his torso, pulling him to her each time. Her fingers moved to entangle in his hair, returning his kisses hungrily. His breath hot on her neck made her tremble. "N-Namjoon, I’m so close," she panted. 

He moved his hand down between her legs teasing her clit. It was just enough for Y/N to throw her head back against the pillows as a scream erupted. The shriek racked her body and her cunt gripped him like a vice. Namjoon chased his orgasm through hers, not too far along. She held onto him, her teeth biting his shoulder as another orgasm shook through her body once he came. He hissed out her name as he came hard, his thrusts going to a standstill and he collapsed to the side, making sure not to fall on her.

With care, he shifted until he was on his side holding her close. Both breathing hard and not wanting to make any sudden moves. He gazed down at her, kissing her temple and forehead.

“W-Wow,” he struggled to get out.

Y/N let out a tired chuckle, leaning against his chest, both covered in sweat, but not caring too much, she felt better than she had in a long time.

“Stay the night with me,” he said. It was more of a suggestion than a question.

She closed her eyes for a spell, enjoying the silence of the room. What Namjoon said made her open her eyes in surprise. She twisted her body to face him. Y/N smiled at him, caressing his cheek with the back of her hand.

“I wouldn’t refuse that offer. Of course, with my dress torn, I wouldn't be able to leave anyway.”

He laughed, giving her lips a quick peck. “Not gonna let me live that down, huh?”

“Nope,” she giggled.

They laughed about it for a moment until exhaustion covered their faces. Y/N yawned, too tired to move, and nuzzled into his arms. Light snores passed her lips as she fell fast asleep. Namjoon watched her sleep, stroking her skin until his eyes grew heavy as he fell to sleep, cuddling close to her. 

---

The birds chirping outside the window woke her up the next morning. Y/N sat up rubbing her eyes as she looked around at her surroundings. Namjoon wasn’t beside her. Frowning, she stood up grabbing her underwear and one of his shirts from off the dresser. Luckily he had an adjoining bathroom and walked in to clean up. 

She walked back out into the bedroom still alone.

Maybe he went to work?

She shook her head. He would have left a note if he had. Besides, she didn’t know how far his place was from the resort. There wasn’t any chance he’d leave her there alone. Sighing, she made her way to the door, down the hallway, and into the kitchen.

The smell of burning bacon filled the tiny kitchen. She hadn’t smelled it from the windows being open, but Namjoon looked like he was struggling. With desperation, he was trying to scrape the burnt pieces of pork out of the pan. Y/N watched in amusement from the archway.

“Need some help?”

Namjoon jumped at the sound of her voice, yelping as he dropped the pan. He let out a nervous chuckle, scratching the back of his neck.

“Was trying to surprise you with breakfast in bed.”

“Cute, but it would suck if the whole house burnt down, yeah?”

She went over to him, wrapping her arms around his torso. He was covered in what looked like pancake batter. She smiled up at him fondly, removing some of the powder from his cheek.

“No one has ever been this sweet to me in a long time. Thank you.”

He grinned, stealing a kiss from her, and laughed. “I guess I can’t be too perfect.”

She scoffed and poked his stomach. “Something has to be wrong. How about I help you clean up and I’ll cook?”

“You sure?”

She nodded as she searched for some cleaning solutions and paper towels. “Yes. I can't cook in a dirty kitchen.”

“It’s not that bad.”

“Darling, your skillet had permanent burn marks. Let’s get to it.”

They cleaned the kitchen up in no time and Namjoon watched eagerly as Y/N began to whip up some eggs for them. 

“I’m surprised your fridge is full,” she called looking inside for some fruit to go with their breakfast.

“Why are you surprised?”

She looked up at him, raising her brow. “Oh come on. Bachelors living together and working all the time. You got time to cook?”

“Touche,” he said, “But Jungkook is a decent cook and Auntie Chelsea always gives me food when I visit.”

He walked up behind her as she scrambled the eggs in the skillet. “But you work in film, do you have time to cook for yourself?”

His hands found their way around her waist as his lips ghosted the shell of her ear. Y/N felt a shiver go up to her spine as he teased her. She tried to squirm away as he bit down on her earlobe. Her breath hitched in her throat.

“J-Joon, f-food gonna b-burn,” she moaned.

“Let it,” he whispered, making her jump as he toyed with her earlobe.

Y/N closed her eyes leaning into his touch. Namjoon’s free hand moved to the front of the shirt, lifting the hem.

“I can’t get over how sexy you look in my shirt,” he moved down to nibble on her neck, fingers toying with the band of her underwear.

He felt the heat coming off her pussy and grunted as he stiffened. “Wanted to take you against the counter when you came into the kitchen.”

Y/N hissed as he cupped her sex over her panties. She squeezed her thighs together trying to get friction. “Damn Joon…feels good.”

“Want me to keep going?”

“Mhmm.”

He smirked against her skin, sliding her panties to the side as his finger flicked her clit. Y/N gasped as her legs nearly gave out. His grip around her tightened so she wouldn’t fall.

“Focus on those eggs.”

She willed herself to concentrate on cooking as his fingers danced against her clit. She gritted her teeth as she stirred the eggs in the skillet. As two fingers slid into her cunt, Y/N almost dropped the skillet. Namjoon laughed softly, appreciating how he affected her with his teasing.

Growling, Y/N switched the stove off and spun around to face him. “Fuck it.”

He picked her up with ease, planting her on the counter as they began to make out furiously. 

“Hey Joon? You cooking? It doesn’t smell burnt–Oh shit!”

Namjoon and Y/N broke apart as Jungkook stood in the doorway mouth agape. Namjoon covered Y/N up as he turned to Jungkook.

“Give us a minute!”

Jungkook couldn’t run out of the room fast enough to get away. Y/N bit down on her lip staring at Namjoon. “Oh gosh. I–”

Namjoon kissed her lips and shook his head. “It’s okay. I’ll go talk to him.”

She nodded as she slipped off the counter adjusting her clothing. Namjoon squeezed her side and walked towards Jungkook’s room. With a sigh, he knocked on the door. A muffled reply signaled for him to enter. He opened the door to Jungkook sitting at his desk, typing on his laptop.

“Kook?”

“Hmm?”

“Can we talk?”

Jungkook stopped typing and swiveled his chair to glance at his friend. “I guess.”

Namjoon cleared his throat looking at the floor. “Um…first off. Sorry for that. Didn’t realize you were home.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes as a smirk appeared. “Not what I wanted to see first thing in the morning, but it’s all good.” His eyes sharpened, staring at the older male. “However, you brought her here Joon. Like seriously?”

“Well I couldn’t go back to her room,” he reasoned.

Jungkook rubbed his face with a groan. “I mean…okay good point, but you are walking a fine line. Just don’t get caught, please.”

“I promise I won’t,” he replied.

They stood silent for a few moments as Namjoon fiddled with the door. “Want some breakfast? There’s plenty.”

Jungkook let out a laugh and nodded. “I never refuse a meal. Be there soon.”

Namjoon smiled wide and left his room to check on Y/N. She had placed the eggs and bacon on the table and was finishing up the pancakes.

“Everything okay Joon?”

He kissed her cheek before grabbing the orange juice out of the refrigerator. “Yeah, he’s cool. Gonna join us for breakfast.”

She seemed satisfied and sat down just as Jungkook entered. Y/N gave him a shy wave as he joined them at the table.

Jungkook smiled at her, giving a bow of his head. “Thank you for cooking breakfast Ms. Y/N.”

“Please call me Y/N, Jungkook. I insist, especially after what happened earlier.”

He blushed making them laugh as he piled some pancakes on his plate. “Call us even.”

Namjoon stared across the table, sipping his juice. “So you approve Kook?”

Jungkook, face stuffed with pancakes, bobbed his head. “Anyone who can make amazing banana pancakes is golden in my book.”

Y/N chuckled, pleased he approved of them. Namjoon gave her a wink as they continued to eat.

She walked back into her room, sad that their time had to end. Namjoon had work later on that day, but made sure she got back safe and sound–Hoseok picked her up, giving Namjoon a look after handing her some of his sister’s clothes to wear.

Still, she missed being near as she finally treated herself to a shower. But the thought of meeting up with him later on that week perked her up once she finished showering and went to lay down. 

Tiny doubts did form in her mind as she tossed and turned. What would happen to them when she left for L.A.? She shook her head of the thoughts with a frown. They’d cross that bridge when they got to it. For now, she’d enjoy the time she spent with the wonderful man who fell into her lap.

---

Days with Namjoon were filled Y/N with joy. He tried so hard not to get distracted by her at work, but it became difficult each time he saw her. The looks she sent him always made him want to bend over and take her right there at the bar.

He held his self-control. But then again rules were meant to be broken. He couldn't know how many times he’d sneak away for stolen kisses or the occasional groping make-out sessions. And each time with hesitation, he’d leave hot and bothered to go back to work. 

He was falling for her, hook, line, and sinker. How could he not? She was perfect to him in every way. They’d talk about anything and even spend some nights in his hammock, cuddling and reading books together. Namjoon didn't want to think about what the future held. All he cared about was his angel.

“Shh, Namjoon we gotta be careful,” she whispered cautiously. 

He had her up against the wall near her wing of the resort, skirt hiked as he kissed along her jaw. Leg wrapped around his waist, he pushed his hips flush against hers.

“I-I know, but with you looking like this, I can’t help myself,” he moaned.

Y/N closed her eyes as he touched that sweet spot right behind her ear. “J-Joon…fuck…not there.”

He grinned, kissing her more. “Angel I’m addicted to you.”

Jungkook came around the corner, brows knitted as he made them break apart. “If I can find yall. Jin certainly can! Joon get back to the bar.”

Namjoon sighed as he glanced at Y/N. Kissing her hand, he wrapped her in a hug. “See you later,” he whispered before walking back to the bar.

Y/N twirled her hair as she stood there. “Sorry, Jungkook.”

He sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t want you both to get in trouble. Just be careful next time.”

“Yeah.”

He walked back to her room with her. “Do you need anything before I go? Towels? Water?”

“Um, I think I’m okay,” she answered.

“I’ll check to make sure,” he offered.

She sat in the living room while Jungkook checked the closet. She was about to turn on the television when her phone rang. Jimin’s name flashed across the screen and she hit the button immediately. His face appeared on the screen in a Facetime chat. She waved to him.

“Hey Jimin.”

“Babe! So happy to hear your voice! It’s lonely here without you!”

She stuck out her tongue. “Lies. You’re probably stress-free.”

He shook his head. “Absolutely not. I miss my favorite client. How’s Hawaii?”

“Amazing. This was definitely something I needed. I can’t thank you enough.”

“Well, you’ll get a kick out of this. He wants to remove his claim.”

Her eyes widened. “What?! Are you serious?”

“As a heart attack. Taehyung was able to unearth some pretty nasty things about him. The blackmail won’t stick. Babe, he’s going to jail. You can come back home.”

Did she hear him correctly? She wouldn’t be scrutinized anymore. The joy quickly twisted to dread as she thought of Namjoon. She strained a smile across her face.

“T-That’s great Jimin. I’ll call you back in a few days to discuss the details. Kind of tired now.”

“Understandable Y/N. Get some sleep and we’ll talk later.”

She ended the call and placed her phone on the coffee before dropping her head into her hands. What was she gonna do?

Jungkook peered around the corner. He heard the whole conversation. Frowning, he slipped out of the room, quite conflicted about how’d he tell Namjoon about it all.

---

Coming home from his shift, Namjoon showered as Y/N was coming over soon. Jungkook sat on the couch, nibbling on his lip as he waited for Namjoon to enter. He walked in drying his hair with a towel.

“Bathrooms all yours Kook.”

“Uh-huh.”

Concerned, Namjoon walked over to sit next to him. “You good? Something on your mind?”

Jungkook fidgeted in his seat weighing the options. It was only right to tell him. “I…I don’t know how to say this.”

“Just spill it, Kook.”

“W-Well I walked Y/N back to her room after you left and she got a call. I didn’t mean to listen, but–”

Namjoon settled back against the couch. He didn’t like where this was going. “But what?”

“S-She's gonna go back to L.A. soon. I guess she was here to hide out ‘cause of some big scandal. Blackmail or something. Either way, she’s a big deal…like huge. She’s on par with Leo and like some other A-listers. Either way, I-I don’t want you to get hurt because she might think this is just a fling or something–”

“Enough.”

Namjoon stood as he began to go to his room. He felt numb. Jungkook felt his stomach drop at the look on Namjoon’s face. 

Did he do the right thing?

---

Y/N knocked on the door to be greeted by Jungkook. She waved as he let her in.

“How are you doing Jungkook?”

He was dressed for a run, grabbing his earphones off the table. “Okay.”

“Um, is Namjoon here?”

“Up in his room,” he responded flatly before moving past her and leaving without a goodbye.

There seemed to be a chill in the air after he left. Shaking it off, she went up to Namjoon’s room, knocked, and waited for an answer.

“Yeah?”

She opened the door and stepped in. He was on his bed reading. Smiling, she went over to sit on the side of the bed moving to kiss his cheek.

“Hey. Missed you today.”

“Yeah. Hi.”

Ouch.

She was taken aback by his coldness. “Joon? Are you okay?”

He glared, shutting his book as she winced. “Perfectly fine.” He stomped up walking away to his desk.

Y/N stood closing the distance between them. “Seriously, you don’t seem okay.”

He pushed something into her hands and her heart sank. It was a tabloid magazine with her on the cover wearing little to nothing in a few suggestive poses.

“Care to explain this?”

“J-Joon,” her lip trembled. “I can explain this–”

“So you’re only here to escape some bullshit back in California?”

“It’s not bullshit Joon. This,”– she brandished the magazine in his face– “is filth! This piece of shit sold these pictures to the tabloids because I wouldn’t give him any money! I was blackmailed with these photos! He ruined my reputation. I hid in my house for weeks!”

“Why couldn’t you tell me? I had to Google who you are”

With an exasperated sigh, she dropped to his bed. “What could you do that I tried already? Namjoon, I didn’t want anyone to know about my status for a reason like this. If you could see your face right now. I wanted to be me, Y/N for once. Without the smoke and mirrors.”

She stood back up holding onto him, the sadness in her eyes. “You saw me. That’s something I haven’t seen anyone do in years. You care about me.”

“Do I?”

She tried to hold back the tears at the harshness in his tone. She stepped back feeling her lip tremble. “That’s not fair.”

“What isn’t fair is stringing me along. What are you going to do now Y/N? Are you gonna leave me and make a movie about this? I can see it all now. Stupid, clumsy oaf falls for the starlet and gets heartbroken.”

She felt the tears fall down her cheeks as her heart began to break.

“I didn’t want it to end this way.”

“Well that makes two of us,” he spat. Turning his back from her, he gripped the chair trying to keep himself from shedding any tears. “Goodbye Y/N.”

It felt so final. 

She slipped the bracelet off her wrist and placed it on his nightstand.

“Goodbye Joon.”

---

The next few days were Y/N preparing to fly back to L.A. Her mood darkened, she barely left her room, deciding to order room service and pack.

Jimin noticed her change in demeanor through their talks, but she insisted she was fine. He didn’t pry further but continued to get all her affairs in order before she left.

It seemed like everyone was in a bad mood. Namjoon returned to work only doing the bare minimum. Even Jungkook couldn’t get him out of his funk.

Things took a turn for the worse later that week. One of the assistant concierges ran up to Namjoon at the bar. 

“Namjoon, the boss wants to see you.”

He frowned as he wiped his hands but nodded and followed him to the office. Dread crossed his face as he saw Jin and a few security officers in the office.

Jin gestured to the chair. “Please sit.”

“I’d rather stand.”

“Very well. Do you know why you’re here?”

“Can’t say that I do.”

“It’s come to our attention that you entered into an inappropriate relationship with a guest here.”

Fuck

He sighed, crossing his arms over his chest. “Where did you hear it from?”

Jin scoffed as he rolled his eyes. “That’s what cameras are for Namjoon. Now, I’m willing to keep you on the staff contrary to our policy, but whatever you have has to end.”

“No worries. It’s ended,” he explained.

Jin nodded. “Good. For the time being, I’m suspending you for a week without pay, but if this happens again, I will terminate your employment.”

Namjoon nodded in understanding. “Heard. Thank you.”

He exited the office, letting out the breath he’d been holding. Y/N’s smile flashed across his face and he shook it away.

Doesn’t matter. It’s over

He finished up his shift and headed home, locking himself away in his room.

Y/N returned her keys as her bags were rolled up to the town car. Jungkook placed them in the trunk as he looked down at the ground.

“Have a safe trip home Ms. Y/N.”

She smiled at him warmly. “Thank you Jungkook.”

“I’m sorry for the way I acted before. Wasn’t fair to you.”

She shook her head. “It’s okay. I’d act the same way for my best friend too.”

He saw something cross her face as she thought of Namjoon. “Do me a favor?”

“Yes?”

Her voice began to tremble as she slid into the car. “Make sure he’s okay.”

He nodded, closing her door as the car began to drive down the road. Watching it disappear down the road, his face twisted into a scowl. He had to do something.

Y/N sat in the car as it weaved down the road. She sat back in her seat nibbling on her thumbnail–a habit she did as a child when she was anxious. Sighing, she removed her hand placing it in her lap. Her knees shook as she looked out the window. Hoseok looked at the rearview mirror in concern.

“Everything alright Ms. Y/N?” 

She looked up in surprise. “Oh? Yes. Yes, I’m okay.”

“We’ll be at the airport soon. You’ll make your flight.”

Was she making the right choice? For the first time in her life she felt something genuine for someone–that is, someone had genuine feelings for her. Namjoon’s face crossed her mind. 

There was one night when they were cuddling in his hammock under the stars. He spent the night pointing out constellations to her and explaining the names behind each one. The spark in his eyes was so endearing. She could have looked at him for hours. Seeing him like that made her infatuation grow. At that moment she knew she had fallen hard for him.

And now she might have made the biggest mistake in her.

“H-Hoseok! Can you take me somewhere please?”

“But your flight–”

“This is more important.”

He smiled at her as he began to turn back around. “Excellent choice.”

---

Jungkook stormed into his room. Namjoon almost fell out of the bed in surprise.

“What the fuck Kook?!”

“Get yourself together! I’m sorry for putting those doubts in your head, but maybe you should give Y/N another chance. She’s just as affected by this as you are. And maybe I jumped the gun thinking she had an underlying agenda. But I see the way she stares at you. That’s love. And I know you feel the same.”

Namjoon groaned looking at the ceiling. “But I can’t take back those things I said to her. She’d never forgive me.”

“You don’t know that.”

“But–”

“But nothing. She still cares. You just have to tell her how you feel. Go to her!”

“I don’t know where she is.”

Jungkook grinned, flashing his keys in front of his face. “You’re in luck. I do.”

 A smile spread on his face as he ran down the stairs after Jungkook. Just as he opened the door, he was met with Y/N standing in the doorway, fist ready to knock on the door. 

“Y/N.”

“Joon.”

The silence filled the air as Jungkook looked between the two. He pushed Namjoon out the door with a grin.

“Oh uh, well, I’ll let you two talk it out!”

The door slammed behind Namjoon as he stared at her. “Uh…shall we sit?”

She nodded going over to the porch swing. He joined her moments later as it swung, the creaks in the chains only making noise. Now that they were in the same place, they didn’t know what to say to each other. It was apparent how they felt about each other, but would they forgive one another.

“Joon?”

He was startled to hear her voice.

“Y-Yes?”

She twisted the position to stare at him as he met her gaze. “I was about to make the biggest mistake of my life. I-I didn’t want us to end this way. Maybe I should have been honest from the beginning, but I was so engrossed in that scandal I just needed a chance to be free. Meeting you wasn’t something I counted on doing. I don’t want you to think this was some fling because you meant…mean more to me so much.”

His heart clenched from her words. As he watched the tears roll down her cheek, he reached out to wipe them with his thumb. 

“Y/N…Angel. I can’t apologize enough for my actions. I didn’t mean any of the things I said. I was hurt, but that was no excuse. You made my day brighter and I felt like I could conquer any and everything.”

He pulled the bracelet he made from his pocket and placed it on her wrist. “What I’m trying to say is that I love you, Y/N. My Angel, I don’t want to live another day without you in my life.”

She sniffed as she looked at the bracelet on her wrist and back to his face. His eyes glistened as he stared at her. With a sob, she jumped into his lap wrapping her arms around him as he held her kissing the top of her head. He lifted her chin pressing his lips against hers.

“Baby, I’m sorry.”

She smiled tearfully at him returning his kiss. “I love you too, Namjoon.”

They chuckled as they dried their eyes. He kept her in his lap as they watched the waves crash against the beach. 

“What about your life in L.A.?”

She looked up at him kissing him once more. “Anything is possible with you by my side.”

[mrskurono]

title: Baby Fever a/n: ok you know what I’ll admit it, all I’ve been thinking about lately is Geto. He’s on my mind constantly. Should I be working on something else, yes. Is Geto the first jjk character I really had a crush on, maybe. I just....fucking Geto ok this has taken me four times to right jfc word count: 1.7k tags: no sub/dom dynamics, romantic sex, established relationship, manga spoilers, fingering, multiple female orgasms (not overstim though) breeding kink, needy Geto, creampie, unprotected sex, pregnancy mention, body worship, really just soft sex ok, unedited character(s): Geto Suguru (jjk)

They had grown. 

Both girls that was. 

Into wonderful adolescences that brought a set of different challenges. Geto was ready for that be it blindly. And he loved every part of it times two. Each time he looked at either of the kids though he could vividly remembered rounder cheeks, rosier faces and goofier smiles. It left him reminiscing over that more and more now.

You noticed it in the most subtle ways. Geto wanting more. More of those days even though he wouldn’t outright ask.

A trace of his fingers along your collar bone drew you away from what was in your lap. For the most part you’d ignored him once he came to bed but it grew almost impossible when the sorcerer had his lips pressed to the conjunction of your head and neck while a light touch traced down your chest. Not irritated in the slightly, you still give a playful sigh as you put your book down.

“Can I help you?” You can’t even turn your head to see him. Geto’s face is pressed to you with a trail of peppered kisses following suit.

With a firm grip he slipped his fingers against your thigh to give it a playful squeeze. Geto pulled out of the crook of your neck enough to finally look at you with that off brand smirk of his, “Mayhaps.”

You grin just to lean down and catch his lips on yours. Instead though you pull away just as he was going to lean into you. Earning your own smirk to play on your lips, “Mayhaps if you ask nicely Mr. Suguru.”

The hand on your thigh tightened. Pulling you towards him in a meager attempt but for the most part you stayed rooted where you were. Only slightly letting your legs fall open as your smirk grew into a full blown smile. He was awfully soft for a man on the run orchestrating a death cult. 

Geto slipped his fingers up along the crotch of your bottoms. Nudging his forehead against yours like he’d done every night this week. An eye roll that held no merit you grab his face and kiss him deeply. There isn’t a second in hesitation as you lean into him. Geto’s fingers moving up to help you wiggle out of your bottoms. A similar scene playing out just like the previous nights but you didn’t mind in the slightest with his attention fully on you.

“You’re so wet.” He commented against your lips the second his index finger dipped between your folds.

“And you’re already hard.” You toss back to him when your palm presses up against the stark hardness hidden under his robes, “Why don’t we help each other out?”

A nod and he didn’t stop to push back into the kiss. Geto hovering above you but it was your teeth nipping playfully at his bottom lip. Leaving the man to groan as his fingertips danced on either side of your clit. Your hips coming up to join in the motion of his fingers rubbing against you. Only for a few moments though because once they were soaked enough Geto couldn’t keep them from slipping inside you.

“Fuck...you’re so needy,” You moan against Geto’s lips as he curls his fingers in on you. He wouldn’t hesitate to make you cum like this before the main event even started.

Lips back to your neck, Geto hummed something but then nodded and mumbled against the softness of your ear, “I need you.”

Reaching down to grip his forearm as Geto’s fingering picked up in it’s urgency. You regretted the moan when his fingertips brushed over your g-spot. Within seconds he was back at it. Not leaving your sensitive spot alone as your cunt twitched and tightened around him with the impending orgasm. He was gonna get one from you with not much more than a snide remark on your part.

“F-Fuck...” Lip taut with tension as you bit down, fighting it wasn’t in your best interest, “S-Suguru- I- I’m gonna-”

“Cum-” His voice almost desperate, hot breath against your neck, fingers not letting up on their assault, “Please cum- Please I need you to cum- Please-”

The want in his voice too much. Just the way he wouldn’t stop after your orgasm tipped itself over. Fingers pulling a toe curling orgasm out of you as you clutched onto his robes and felt every fiber in your body tingle with hopelessness for him.

Fingers slowing, Geto simply wiggling them around in you and feeling the slickness covering his knuckles. It was when you snagged him for a long drawn out lazy kiss. Just to follow it by an order that he get undressed already, meant the man had no choice but to listen.

Rid of his clothes and between your legs before you knew it. You look down to see him swiping his cock up through the drool of your cunt. What wasn’t on his fingers previously now coated his cock with a beautiful glisten. Geto more than enthralled seeing his cock slip between your cunt lips. Each movement of his length grinding into your sensitive nub sent a shiver up your spine. Either he was too into watching or he was teasing you. A few more swipes and you demand he get on with the main course already.

One push and Geto’s cock slipped down to the hilt with ease. Stretched thoroughly from the nightly fucking all week. Today was no different. Juices squelching around his cock Geto pushed himself down to his base. Feeling his cock bottom out in you no problem. Leaving the man to hover over you. Caged in by both his arms on either side of you. And his hair tickling your face when you looked up at him.

“You’re beautiful.”

“You’re handsome.”

Geto stalled a moment. Savoring the way his hips felt snug in yours. The residual feeling of your walls twitching around him. Not a day would go by where he didn’t swear you were made for him. 

“I love you.” His words clear and concise. You looked up at Geto once more.

What smirk you had early softened into a smile. Bringing his face down to yours for a kiss, “I love you t- fuck-” Before he let you finish Geto grinned against your lips and thrusted into you without warning. Just to watch you convulse and loose yourself on his cock. Just as beautiful as ever. He felt himself unable to control himself all over again.

Each snap of his hips into your core left you breathless. He wasn’t rough. Never was he rough. Geto’s cock curved in the right way that left you rolling your hips up to meet his thrusts. Even if it felt like he was going to split you in half, you still wanted more.

Orgasm or not Geto was bringing you right back to the edge. He always did. As you showered his face in breathless kisses. Some of those met with his own lips. Others spared on his neck and collar bone as you watched with a dazed look at where your bodies met. Geto buried inside you with each thrust. His hands hooked into your hips with your legs slightly elevated so he could defile your deepest parts. Every night this week he’d fuck you like this. In the drunken pleasurer of it all you might have thought he was trying to breed you.

“Please-” Geto’s voice peeled you away, “Please cum-”

Thinking he wanted you to cum on him again you half ass nod, “Yes- Fuck yes I’ll-”

“No-” He groaned more of a gasp. Geto putting his forehead against yours even with the dew accumulating on it, “Please- Please can I cum- Cum in you- I just-”

More than surprised. Of course he’d done so more than once before. Now he was asking you? 

“Love why ask just-”

“I want another baby-” Geto broke your question up, his hips still a mind of their own. His breath ragged against your lips and sweat making his hair cling to him, “With you- Another one- Just one- Let me fill you up- Let me fuck a baby in you- Please- I- I love you so much and-”

“Yes.”

Geto’s turn to be surprised.

“Yes please, god fuck yes- Fuck a baby inside me-” You grab Geto’s face. Caring less if you cum at this point and more for the warmth of his release. Lips smashing onto his you don’t hesitate to moan into the fevered kiss.

Geto pulling you down on him with each thrust. Driving his cock in you as deep as he could. Quicker than before like he was desperate for it. Even while your legs twitched and curled, knowing he was breeding in you, something snapped in you.

The way you can on him. Scream only muffled by the fact Geto wouldn’t move his lips from yours. Each rippling twitch of your cunt around him was maddening. Hearing and feeling you craving him sent him into a tizzy until it was simply too late. With the way he snapped his hips into. A rumbling moan emanating up from his chest. It was far too obvious when the first gush of warmth overwhelmed you.

Full well past just what oozed out of you. The mixture of cum and juices soaked the two of you as Geto’s arms waivered a little. A moment of uncertainty if he was going to pull out and waste the gift he just gave you. Instead you yank him down on you. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders and loosely with your legs around his hips. Making it very obvious he was to stay in place on and in you.

Hand drawn down his back you ignore the sweat between his shoulder blades. Instead engrossed in the feeling of Geto’s cock still inside you and the heat of his chest against yours. Sighing softly to lay a kiss against his cheek you hug him a little tighter, “...you could have just said something you know.”

Exhausted and without a real witty reply. Geto had been saving this all week and now he was a little spent. Mumbling something but you didn’t hear.

The idea of being pregnant, with his child, making you smile more and more with each passing second. Even as cum dripped out of you. It was right away that you kissed the side of his head, “Looks like we gotta keep trying until you succeed huh.”

No question to it there was a twitch of excitement in all of his body. You knew neither of you would be happy now until Geto got what he asked for.

[tendouluvr]

not telling them you’re pregnant - f!reader

- fluff, sliiiight angst maybe

- characters: suna, sakusa, semi

- warnings: pregnancy (i don’t go into detail of giving birth or anything), cravings, morning sickness aka throwing up, two mention of the act of sex in semi’s, some cursing

- wc: 1.4k, 888, 946

a/n: it’s f!reader cuz pregnancy but there’s no specific pronouns/gendered terms used

also idk how suna got so long, he was the last one i wrote for bc i couldnt think of anything lmao

[2. iwaizumi, atsumu, kageyama]

SUNA

#! suna has been practicing late into the night the past few weeks

#! there’s a big game coming up and the entire team is feeling the pressure and adrenaline from the crunch time

#! you haven’t been feeling too good lately, a lot heavier and more tired than usual

#! thinking it was just stress from work and the missing presence of your boyfriend, you pushed through it and thought it would go away in the next few days

#! unfortunately, luck wasn’t on your side and you started to get sudden needs to throw up

#! it didn’t take you long to realize why your physical and mental drive have been down lately

#! you’re pregnant

#! or you believe you are

#! you bought a few tests, some of different brands so you can have a variety, and headed home to confirm your suspicion

#! a few minutes later, staring back at you was multiple positive symbols and the bolded ‘PREGNANT’s

#! taking a few deep breaths, you decided to tell suna tonight once he comes home

#! you thought it was better to let him know as soon as possible

#! it wouldn’t hurt anyone plus the faster you rip the bandaid off, the easier it’ll be to deal with it

#! so you waited

#! and waited

#! until 11pm that night, when suna finally came through the front door

#! “tarō! how was practice? can we talk?” you hurriedly greeted him

#! he was taken aback, not expecting you to be right beside him and in his ear as soon as he came in

#! of course you weren’t, you made sure to put some space in between you and him

#! but suna was stressed and tired, so everything is intensified to him at the moment

#! “can you back up?” he mumbled, pushing his way from in front of you to walk to the kitchen

#! “oh, sorry. can we talk?” you sheepishly smiled, hoping he would say yes

#! you’re not blind, you can tell that suna was tired but you really didn’t wanna put this off

#! you were just gonna tell him, he gets surprised, you both talk it out, and then go to bed and continue figuring things out tomorrow morning

#! but before any of that can happen, suna bluntly told you, “no. i’m tired. i’m sure whatever it is isn’t a big deal. can it be tomorrow? i wanna sleep.”

#! you didn’t get to answer before he was already walking away to the bedroom

#! understanding where he was coming from, you mentally agreed to talk to him tomorrow. one day wouldn’t change anything and you’ve seen plenty of people not tell their partners until a few weeks in

#! he was right, it wasn’t a big deal (yet)

#! so you waited until tomorrow

#! and waited

#! and once again, he came home late

#! “hey! can we quickly talk, babe?”

#! “i’m tired. tomorrow, okay?”

#! “oh, okay. night, rin!”

#! “g’night.”

#! night came and there was still no talk

#! this continued on for about 2 weeks, you finally choosing to not care anymore and just let him find out whenever he finds out

#! technically, you could’ve just blurted out a simple, “i’m pregnant.” any point during your nightly five seconds conversations

#! but seeing that he really was tired, springing it onto him would either put him in a full body shock for three days or he just doesn’t fully process your words until three days after

#! a month has passed, your stomach was still barely showing like most women at their one month mark

#! you decided to book an appointment for a checkup, it’ll be while suna’s at practice

#! and that doctor appointment was the exact reason suna found out

#! he was at practice when komori entered the gym

#! he had a doctor’s appointment for his annual checkup, and that’s where he saw you

#! you didn’t see komori, busy reading the directory to find your way to the right office

#! but he saw you on the way out. seeing that you looked a bit busy, he chose not to greet you and just quickly walk to his car lmao why is this funny to me

#! entering the gym, he greeted everyone and apologized for his tardiness even though it was excused

#! walking up to suna, he tapped him on the shoulder and quietly told him, “i saw yn at the hospital earlier. it’s been awhile since we all got together huh, they looked a bit different.”

#! ok so komori, being the smart person he is, deducted that you were pregnant when he saw your finger pointing at the ob/gyn office

#! and he genuinely thought suna knew so his comment was suppose to be a small joke that was meant to tease suna and his sex life

#! suna, however, was confused

#! look different? did you get surgery?

#! “what do you mean?”

#! komori rolled his eyes and gave a sweet smile at suna, “congrats you two! when were you gonna tell the rest of us?”

#! suna: 👨‍🦲 huh

#! “are you guys not pregnant?” he blinked at suna’s frozen reaction

#! suna became unresponsive so komori just walked away mumbling to himself about being sure he read the sign right

#! a loud whistle blew and it shook suna out of his daze, everyone got ready to play a practice game of 3 vs 3 while suna ran over to the coach

#! “hey coach, um i think there’s an emergency at home. can i go? ok thanks.”

#! his coach just stares after him as he sprints off, you think? is there an emergency or not?

#! suna quickly drove home, he may or may not have speed a little, and entered the apartment

#! “yn? baby?” he called out only to be greeted back with silence

#! probably still at the hospital....what were you doing there? he thought to himself while rummaging around the house to find anything that could give him somewhat of an idea

#! he was digging around in the bedroom when you came home, his head so frenzied he didn’t hear the front door open

#! but you heard the ruckus from the bedroom and immediately went into fight or flight

#! panicking, you took out your phone to call suna while quietly opening the front door to make your way back out before the intruder catches you

#! the phone rang and rang until it was picked up. “suna?” you whisper-yelled into the speaker. you had a habit of calling him by his last name when you were freaking out. he noticed and was equally alarmed

#! “what’s wrong?” he whispered back just as panicked

#! “there’s someone in our apartment. can you come home?”

#! “huh? oh, are you home?” he cackles into the phone speaker making you move the phone away from your ear, “it’s me, sweets, c’mere.”

#! you warily walked on your tiptoes over to your bedroom, peeking your head in and what a surprise, it is suna

#! “jackass! why are you home?!”

#! “why didn’t you tell me?” he cut straight to the point

#! “huh?”

#! “you’re pregnant. when were you gonna tell me?” his voice sounding stern, but the quiet smile dancing on his face tells a different story

#! “i tried.”

#! “huh? what do you mean?”

#! “all those times i asked if we could talk. i was trying to tell you.”

#! his heart dropped, eyebrows furrowing, while he stared you down

#! suna became unresponsive once again, standing there trying to think back to the first time you asked him

#! two weeks ago

#! “i’m sorry,” he quietly whispers

#! “hm? i..it’s fine....i was a bit sad, but i’m over it. at least you know now,” you casually shrugged it off like it wasn’t a big deal

#! “no. i shouldn’t have pushed you aside like that. even if you weren’t pregnant, even if you had just wanted to tell me about some stupid video you saw that day, i shouldn’t have told you off. i’m sorry, i love you a lot and you deserve so much better.”

#! “tarō, shut up. i accept your apology and i forgive you, now make it up to me by giving me a back massage while i show you the ultrasound pictures!”

#! he kisses you before lifting you up bridal style making his way to the bed

SAKUSA

#! contrary to popular beliefs, sakusa is not an obsessive germaphobe who finds everything disgusting but you

#! he wouldn’t be playing volleyball if he was that afraid of germs,,,,,

#! yes, he cringes if random little kids grab onto him after games because 1) he’s drenched in sweat and that feeling is not fun

#! 2) he doesn’t even know themmm

#! and 3) he wanna go home

#! but sakusa loves you and if you happened to get pregnant, he would love your kid(s) just the same

#! however, he never told you this. he never really had a reason to voice this out loud

#! so when you actually did get pregnant, you were confused

#! the only interactions between sakusa and kids you’ve seen multiple times were the moments between him and his fans

#! you guys have been to family parties and his nieces, nephews, and cousins looooves him

#! maybe it’s the fact that he’s a tall looming giant and they just want to climb

#! but besides those moments, you don’t recall him ever telling you upfront that he wants children of his own

#! and the constant stress and pressure he always seem to be working around also doesn’t help reassure you in any way

#! being an athlete for a living means always watching your body, health, and looks for the cameras (but omi could care less about the last thing)

#! he also has to make sure whether or not he’s working well with his teammates, practice and improve on anything he’s having problems with, and deal with atsumu’s dramatic ass

#! you’re an overthinker and because of that, all of these reasons were just reasons for you to postpone the pregnancy news to your long term boyfriend

#! it wasn’t too hard anyway, considering practice runs late sometimes and he’s busy majority of the time doing other stuff

#! when you guys do have alone time together, you both are so focused on one another that you actually forget that you’re pregnant and you never told him

#! you’re about to hit the three months mark now — time goes by fast — and sakusa has noticed you and your body changing

#! at first he just thought you were going through a phase of cravings and a bit of bloating, so he didn’t mention it and just let you be

#! he never got to witness you getting morning sickness because he goes on early runs or he was just out doing morning errands so he wouldn’t have to deal with it later that day

#! so when he caught you in the kitchen cutting up a lemon, the last thing he was expecting you to do was bring the lemon directly up to your mouth

#! “uh, what are you doing?” his deep voice caught you off guard, effectively stopping the hand that was holding the lemon

#! you just stare at him, not wide-eyed, not surprised, just stare

#! “eating a lemon.”

#! “i can see that.... why exactly?”

#! “dunno, the baby i guess.” you casually shrugged it off before popping the lemon slice into your mouth

#! “ah-,” he opened his mouth to stop you from eating the lemon, your words not fully processing in his mind, but cut off midway and froze when he finally realized

#! hearing him pause like that made you suddenly remembered that you never told him you were pregnant

#! you slowly turned back to look at him, mouth still slowly chewing the lemon slices

#! a moment of silence later, he unfreezes and just starts stiffly walking towards you

#! he grabbed you by the shoulders, made you look him in the eyes, before whispering, “you’re pregnant?!”

#! “y-yes..”

#! his eyes were wide, black pupils expanding as he stared you down, his lips slowly curving into a small smile

#! “you’re pregnant....,” he whispers, mainly to himself, hugging your head into his chest

#! “mhm, get off me i’m trying to eat,” you gently pushed him off but he wouldn’t budge

#! “omiiii please, if you get off i’ll give you a slice,” you tried bribing him. he couldn’t tell if you were being serious or just teasing

#! “no.”

#! “um ok, two slices?”

#! “no.”

#! “omi!”

#! he giggles before opening his arms to let you go

#! “why didn’t you tell me?”

#! you didn’t reply right away, making him start to overthink

#! did you not want the baby? or did you not want a kid with him? did you not want to be with him anymore? or was it not his?!

#! he childishly shakes his head side to side at the last question. he knew you wouldn’t do that

#! but you were still silent, making him nervously glance at you from the side

#! “sorry, piece of lemon stuck in my teeth. i just forgot to tell you,” the words easily flowing out of your mouth nonchalantly

#! sakusa’s fingers were literally about to start twitching from anxiousness beside you

#! a sigh of relief was heard from him and you turned to look at him

#! “you okay?”

#! he doesn’t answer, just gives you a smile and goes back to hugging you from behind

SEMI

#! you were currently sitting on the couch in your shared apartment waiting for semi to come home

#! he’s been on tour for a few months now, you both kept in touch by facetiming, texting, calling, and any other methods of virtual communication

#! you would tune into the live recording of all of his performances when you had time so you could watch him

#! a few weeks into tour, you suddenly felt different than usual but shook it off as nothing and probably just you missing your boyfriend

#! you believed that until one morning you were woken up by the sudden urge to throw up, dashing to the restroom as fast as your drowsy body can go

#! it was then that you realized you might be pregnant

#! the night before semi left, you both had sex to enjoy your last few hours together before he had to leave for a few months

#! with the new realization, you quickly dressed yourself to make a short trip to the store to pick up some tests

#! after half an hour of looking at yourself in the mirror, trying to wrap your head around this, you finally opened the first box

#! a few minutes later, all 5 tests were lined up on the bathroom counter showing positive

#! you stared at the tests, trying to make sure you weren’t reading it wrong

#! once you began to understand the responsibility of being pregnant a few hours later, you made a mental note to go out and buy some food for yourself the next day

#! you decided to sleep off the rest of that day

#! through all of the facetime calls with semi, you never once told him you were pregnant

#! you knew that if you told him he would freak out and either demand to go back home, or stay but all of his attention would be on you being pregnant alone at home for the rest of the tour

#! so here you are now, sitting with a 4 1/2 months baby bump waiting for your beloved to come home

#! it was around 6pm when the front door opened, sounds of shuffling bags and heavy steps could be heard from the musician

#! he cursed under his breath when he almost tripped over a duffle bag with some of his loungewear, calling out for you as he walks further into the apartment, “baby? i’m home!”

#! he was about to speak up again when he saw you asleep on the couch

#! bouncing his way over, he got onto his knees at the edge of the couch to observe your face. god i miss you, he thought to himself

#! he gently shakes you awake, you jolted in surprise not knowing you fell asleep in the first place

#! “hmm- what?,” soft murmurs falling from your lips as you adjusted your eyes at your surrounding

#! “eita!” he grinned at you, both of you pulling each other into a hug

#! “fuck, i miss you so much.” he whispered into your ears before placing his face into your neck

#! “i miss you more.” you tightened your grip around him making him move up on the couch to get more comfortable

#! you both moved around until he had you cradled in between him, your back against his chest

#! his hands going under your his shirt to caress you there when his movements stopped right on top of your stomach

#! it was silent as his warm hands rubbed your stomach in circles, the gears turning in his head

#! “are you- you feel- why’s your tum so round and hard?” he quizzically asked, still rubbing your stomach

#! “pregnant.” your voice a low whisper, he almost didn’t catch it

#! “what?”

#! “pregnant.” you repeated, a bit louder this time

#! “huh?”

#! “pregnant!” you sighed, moving his hand so you can get off of him

#! he grabs your wrist to stop you from walking away and turns you to look at him

#! “you’re pregnant?!”

#! “i just said that. yes.”

#! you knew you sounded blunt and a bit mean, it wasn’t his fault he doesn’t know at all, but your hormones have been making you crankier and it’s out of your control

#! “sorry. yes, i’m pregnant.”

#! his eyes continuously darts up and down from your eyes to your bump

#! “how long?”

#! “since you left.”

#! “was it the night before?” he was referring to your act of intimacy the night before he left

#! “yea.”

#! “wow. why didn’t you tell me?”

#! “because.”

#! “‘cuz what?”

#! “because i know you. you would either stop touring and come home, or stay but lose focus. i was just trying to not distract you because i know how important your career is to you. and because i thought that you’ll be having a six months break after this tour before your next comeback, i would tell you when you came home. i’m sorry if you’re ma-,”

#! “i’m not mad. oh don’t cry, babe, look at me.”he carefully cups your face, “it’s okay, it’s okay. i get why you kept it from me. and now that i have no schedule for the next six months, i can be there for you until the end of your pregnancy and the beginning of our baby’s life alright?”

#! you weakly nodded against his palms, and he brings you back down to lay your head on his chest as you both softly talk about the past months without each other

[chicgeekgirl89]

The One Where Carlos Can’t Leave the Couch

Fandom: 911 Lone Star

Characters: Carlos Reyes, TK Strand, Paul Strickland, Andrea Reyes

Summary: Carlos is stuck at home with an injured ankle and bored out of his mind. Fortunately he has some good friends and family to take care of him.

Rating: G

Read on AO3

“Are you sure you have everything you need?”

Carlos glances around the living room and has to fight the urge to laugh. The coffee table holds a glass of water, a cup of coffee, and a bottle of Gatorade along with the television remote, his laptop, the book he’s been reading, another book in case he finishes the first one, and his reading glasses, as well as his cell phone, a stack of magazines, some snacks, and a box of tissues. 

There are also three types of over the counter pain medication and multiple sticky notes with detailed instructions on dosages and timing, as if Carlos is incapable of reading the directions on a bottle of Tylenol by himself.

And between the coffee table and the couch is a small cooler full of ice, which he has been told to use when the bag of ice currently on his massively swollen ankle melts.

If he’s missing something he’ll need for the next twelve hours, they clearly don’t own it.

Joining a rec soccer league had seemed like a fun way to make some new friends and get out some of the frustrations that work had been handing him lately. And it had been very fun, for about five minutes, until another player had collided with him, taking them both to the ground and wrenching Carlos’ ankle so badly that both he and T.K. had thought for sure it was broken. 

The x-rays had proven otherwise, it was just the mother of all sprains, and while it was currently purple and swollen to twice its normal size, it would heal.

“Babe, it’s a sprained ankle, not a stab wound or major surgery,” Carlos says.

T.K. chews his lip. “Maybe I should take the day off.”

“I promise you, I will be fine.”

“What if someone comes to the door?” T.K. asks.

“I’ll pretend I’m not home.”

“What if you get hungry?”

“Because I’ve eaten through every, single snack you’ve left me?” Carlos looks pointedly at the three types of cheese, box of crackers, bowl of fruit, and the pile of granola bars sitting between his water and the remote. “Then we have bigger problems.”

T.K. sighs and runs a hand through his hair in agitation. “You’ll take your phone with you when you go to the bathroom?”

“Yes. If I fall down and re-enact a Lifeline commercial you will be my first call,” Carlos teases.

T.K. is not amused. “Carlos, I’m serious, twelve hours is a long time, if something happens—“

“T.K.” Carlos draws out the first letter of his boyfriend’s name in exasperation. “Nothing is going to happen. When your shift is over you’re going to come home and find me exactly where you left me. Bored out of my mind and perfectly unharmed.”

T.K. fidgets and doesn’t say anything for a long minute. 

“Tell me what you’re worried about,” Carlos requests.

T.K. looks like he’s choosing his words carefully. “I have just come to learn that sometimes, you cannot be trusted to make good judgements about your own health.”

Carlos’ jaw drops at this statement, but his boyfriend isn’t done. “And I’m a little concerned that by hour three or four you might decide that you are capable of cleaning the bathroom or reorganizing the closet and I’m worried that you might push yourself too hard,” he says.

“Shot. Kidnapped and concussed. Hypothermic coma.” Carlos lists off T.K.’s recent injuries in rapid fire, ticking them off on his fingers as he goes.

“We’re talking about you, not me,” T.K. says, brushing off the jab. “Do you promise to stay on this couch unless you’re going to the bathroom?”

“Oh my god, please go to work.”

“I need to hear you say it.”

“I already said I would!”

“And if you need something and you can’t get ahold of me you’ll call your parents?”

“Yes,” Carlos says, his voice going low with annoyance. “I will call in the cavalry if I can’t reach my Gatorade.”

T.K. immediately bends over to push the bottle closer to him and Carlos rolls his eyes at his boyfriend’s smotherly care. “You’re going to be late.”

T.K. puts his hands on his hips sighs. “Okay. Fine. I will…see you in twelve hours.”

He bends over and kisses Carlos’ curls, running a hand quickly over his stubbly cheek. “I love you.”

“Love you too,” Carlos says as he heads for the door. “Be safe!”

The door slides shut and Carlos is blissfully alone. He loves T.K. to the ends of the earth and back, but when the man flips on paramedic mode, he is exhausting. Carlos would much prefer dealing with his pain all on his own. 

He flicks on the TV and scrolls through a few channels before realizing he’s not really in the mood for anything that’s on. His book holds his interest for a little bit, but then it hits a lag so he sets that aside too. 

Mindlessly scrolling through his phone takes up some time, he likes every photo and video he comes across, buys a pair of workout shorts that are advertised to him, and watches several videos about planting indoor herb gardens.

He finally wrenches himself away from the internet and looks down at his watch, thinking it must be lunchtime by now and instead finds that only forty-five minutes have passed since T.K. walked out the door. 

Shit.

He eyes the linen closet from across the room and wonders how truly mad T.K. will be if he gets up and sorts through some things. He can sit on the floor while he does it and elevate his ankle…

He can make it work.

He swings his good leg down to the floor and reaches for the crutches that are propped against the arm rest of the couch. Using one as leverage he starts to slide his left leg off the pile of pillows that have been propping it up and immediately hisses in pain as the mild throbbing in his ankle rockets up to a hard and fast six on the pain scale. 

He grits his teeth and sinks back down into the couch cushions. Okay. Maybe T.K. was right. No closet cleaning for him today.

His phone vibrates and he looks down to see a text from T.K.

Still on the couch?

He snaps a selfie giving him a thumbs up and sends it. Yes.

Still here. Still here and…very bored. 

He reaches for the remote again, he might as well at least have some background noise for his boredom, and when he does he accidentally knocks over his water, which immediately soaks through the stack of magazines and starts heading for his book. “Damn it!” 

Carlos reaches out to try and right the glass before even more liquid can spill, but it’s just a little too far, forcing him to lean further…

He feels the moment that his equilibrium shifts and there’s literally nothing he can do as he begins to slide off the couch. “Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!”

He flails, trying to twist himself in a way that will cause the least amount of damage, and his ass hits the floor with a loud, painful thump, followed swiftly by the rest of his upper body.

His bad leg is the only thing that manages to say on the couch, but it is still shockingly painful and he lies there on the floor, trapped between the sofa and the coffee table, for a good, solid two minutes as he waits for the pain to subside to a more tolerable level.

There’s a knock at the door and then it slides open and Carlos has a brief moment of panic that they’re about to be burgled and not only can’t he defend himself or their home, but he’s also in literally the most embarrassing position ever. He’s not sure if it’s better or worse when the voice that calls out to him is familiar. “Carlos?”

“Paul?” His confused reply comes out a little more strained and whimper-y than he’d like.

“Are you—oh shit!”

He feels Paul’s arms slide under his armpits. “Come on, I got you,” the firefighter says, lifting him back onto the couch.

Carlos lets his head flop back against the multiple pillows T.K. shoved behind his back before leaving (this is in addition to the three under his ankle, he honestly didn’t even know they owned this many pillows) and takes a minute to catch his breath. His ass is now throbbing along with his ankle. Perfect.

“Dude are you all right?” Paul is looking at him as if he’s about three seconds away from calling 911 or T.K., neither of which will help Carlos’ damaged ego.

“I’m fine,” he says between gritted teeth as he leans forward and adjusts the ice that has slipped off his ankle. “I was just trying to clean up.”

“I got it,” Paul says, heading to the kitchen where he grabs a roll of paper towels and mops up the giant mess Carlos has created. 

He holds up the ruined magazines and quirks an eyebrow in question. Carlos shakes his head. “Toss ‘em.”

“Got it,” Paul says, throwing the sopping wet pile in the garbage before reaching into the fridge and pulling out a bottle of water. “Seems like a safer option.”

“Thanks,” Carlos says, unable to shake off the embarrassment of this whole situation. “Did T.K. send you here to spy on me?”

“He did not,” Paul says, settling into a chair. “I offered to come by because he was clocking in when we were clocking out and he wouldn’t shut up about having to leave you here alone all day and how worried he was about you.” Paul pauses, a look of understanding coming over his face. “And now I am realizing that I was manipulated into coming over here.”

Carlos nods. “He’s very good at that. It’s the wounded puppy dog eyes.”

“Yeah, damn,” Paul says, still looking a little surprised at how easily he fell for T.K.’s plan. “Even still, seems like it’s a good thing I came by.”

“I would have gotten myself up eventually,” Carlos says, feeling prickly about being labeled an invalid.

“Yeah, I’m sure you would have,” Paul says and, to his credit, it seems sincere. 

“Don’t tell T.K., okay?” Carlos asks. “He’s already smothering me, I don’t need him to know about this.”

“Pretty sure he’s going to notice the giant bruise on your ass,” Paul says skeptically. “But I won’t say a word.”

They spend some time talking about baseball, Paul’s shift, a trip to New York that Carlos and T.K. are taking next month. Hopefully his ankle will be healed up by then because the thought of crutching down city blocks doesn’t sound pleasant at all. 

Paul stays for a couple hours, making sure to replenish Carlos’ snack supply after they eat, and then Carlos grudgingly asks for his help getting to the bathroom. It is definitely easier to have someone help him work his way across the loft, but god he hates needing assistance. 

It’s one o’clock when Paul leaves, and while Carlos’ mood was buoyed by the visit, he quickly finds himself sinking back into boredom, the hours passing by at a glacial pace. He fields frequent texts from T.K., sending responses that indicate he’s fine, he’s happy, he’s doing great, instead of telling the truth; which is that his back hurts and his butt has gone numb, and his face itches from his beard growing in. T.K. had offered to help him shave this morning, but Carlos had declined, and now he regrets is.

So he has really worked himself into a mood when there’s another knock on his door around 4:00pm. As it opens, Carlos wonders exactly how many people T.K. has given keys to, and then he hears, “Hola Carlitos!” and the sourness of his mood immediately changes to alarm.

“Mom?”

“Ay, my poor baby.” She comes around the side of the couch and gives him a kiss on the cheek. “How is your pain? Do you need more ice?”

“Mom what are you doing here?” Carlos asks.

“I’m going to make you pozole. Do you have a stock pot?”

She moves to the kitchen before he can answer, dropping her giant bag of groceries on the counter and searching through his cabinets.

“Mom, I’m fine, you don’t have to cook for me,” Carlos tells her, even though she’s already found a cutting board and a chopping knife and is pulling garlic, chiles, pork, and hominy out of her bag.

“Oh, I don’t need to cook for you? What are you going to do, cook from that couch?” She clucks her tongue and shakes her head as she begins filling his stockpot with water. “All you have had all day is cheese and crackers, you need real food to help you heal.”

“Did T.K. put you up to this?” Carlos asks. 

She stops chopping and fixes him with a stern look. “I am your mother. T.K. does not need to ‘put me up’ to anything.” She picks up a clove of garlic and begins mincing. “But yes, he and I did discuss this last night.”

Carlos rolls his eyes. Of course his boyfriend is in cahoots with his mother, even though he specifically asked his fiancé to downplay his injury for this exact reason. He doesn’t need his mom worrying and fussing.

Although the pozole does smell damn good. His stomach lets out a loud growl. Traitor.

His mom chatters at him as she cooks, talking about his sister Teresa’s new job, his nephew Diego’s soccer game, and the cattle his father is getting for the ranch. It’s comforting and warm, a reminder of his childhood, and it does, maybe, kind of, make him feel just a little bit better.

Not that he’s going to admit that to anyone. 

They eat an early dinner together and then she packs up enough soup to feed his dad and leaves the rest for him and T.K. “Are you sure you’re all right if I leave?” she asks fretfully, brushing his curls out of his face and fussing with his pillows like he’s a child. “I can stay until T.K. comes home.”

It’s almost an exact repeat of his conversation with T.K. this morning and he snorts out a laugh. “Mom, I’m fine. He’ll be home in like three hours. I’m fed, watered, and comfortable. You can go to your book club with a clear conscience.”

She gives him a hard, ‘mom’ look, the one she uses to get the absolute truth out of her children. He must pass the test because her face softens and she leans forward to kiss his forehead. “You be more careful next time you play fútbol.”

“Yes ma’am,” he says quietly.

She pats his cheek and rises. “And be nice to T.K. That boy doesn’t deserve to be on the receiving end of your bad attitude.”

“I don’t have a bad attitude,” he says defensively.

“Oh mi amor, you are a bear when you are hurt,” she says with a chuckle. “I just hope T.K. still wants to marry you when all of this is over.”

“Mom!” he says in annoyance.

“What? It’s true! You need to be more self aware,” she tells him as she gathers her things. “Call if you need anything!”

                                            XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

The relief T.K. feels when his front door comes into sight is palpable. He’s nearly an hour later than he should be, a last minute call put them on over time, and the anxiety that’s been gnawing at his stomach all day long finally begins to fade as he inserts his key into the lock.

He can smell pozole in the air as soon as he walks in and it makes his mouth water. He’d asked Andrea to come take care of Carlos, but it doesn’t hurt that he’s going to reap the benefits of her cooking too.

Carlos is asleep on the couch, glasses on, head tipped back, mouth slightly open, his breathing deep. The last of T.K.’s worry slips away as he smiles and quietly drops his bag before crouching next to his boyfriend, running his fingers gently through Carlos’ unruly curls. “Hey baby,” he says quietly.

Carlos opens his eyes and blinks owlishly up at T.K. “Hey,” he says back, clearing his throat and wincing as he adjusts his position on the couch. “How was your shift?”

“Oh you know, the usual level of crazy,” T.K. says. “How are you?”

Carlos squints at him. “Don’t you already know? I assume you asked Paul and my mom for a full report.”

Busted. But he doesn’t care. Watching Carlos go down on that field and not get up again had taken at least a year off of his life. He’s allowed to be overly concerned. “Yes, I did, but now I’m asking you,” he says, fingers trailing soothingly through Carlos’ curls again. “How’s your pain?”

Carlos looks down at his ankle. “Better I guess? A little?”

“Actually better? Or you just don’t want me to be worried, better?” 

“I don’t know,” Carlos says with a sigh. 

“Okay,” T.K. relents. He knows how much Carlos hates being down; staying home all day and doing nothing is just not his style. “Why don’t we get you into bed?”

“All I did was lie around all day,” Carlos grumbles. “I’m not going to be able to sleep.”

“Then we’ll just sit together. I can tell you about my day, and you can be mad at me for sending people to check up on you,” he offers.

“I’m not mad at you,” Carlos says grudgingly. “I’m just…” He shrugs, looking bereft and sad. 

T.K. gives him a soft smile. “I know. But it’s just a couple weeks and then you’ll be back on your feet.” He nudges Carlos playfully. “Come on. You can’t tell me this is harder than tackling bad guys to the ground.”

Carlos opens his mouth, his face saying he’s going to contradict T.K.’s statement, but T.K. gently cuts him off. “It’s not,” he emphasizes. “Now come on. Bedtime for you.”

Carlos leans heavily on T.K.’s shoulder as they move across the living room. “You okay?” T.K. asks, and Carlos nods wordlessly, but his face is tight and T.K. can feel him holding his breath. “Almost there,” he says encouragingly. “Just a few more steps.”

He helps Carlos settle into the mattress and then goes back to grab all the extra pillows from the living room. “Easy,” he says as he gently lifts Carlos’ leg to put the pillows underneath. “Breathe,” he reminds him when he looks up to see Carlos’ face still tense with pain.

Carlos nods and gives a shaky exhale.

T.K. takes a few minutes to change his clothes and heat up a bowl of pozole before joining Carlos in bed. His body has finally relaxed and he already looks like he’s on his way back to sleep. “You didn’t need to send people to check up on me today,” he mumbles as T.K. settles on top of the covers, bowl balanced carefully in his hands.

“I thought you weren’t mad at me,” T.K. says.

Carlos cracks an eyelid. “I’m not mad. You just worry too much.”

“I worry too much?” T.K. asks in amusement. “Tell me Carlos, what hurts more right now? Your ankle or your ass?”

Carlos groans. “Paul said he wouldn’t tell you.”

“I can be very persuasive,” T.K. tells him with a smirk.

“Yes I know,” Carlos says, rolling his eyes.

T.K. sets the pozole on his nightstand and turns on his side to look at Carlos. “I would have told you about Paul and your mom coming over, but I knew you would be upset and make me cancel them. And I wouldn’t have listened and told them to come anyway, so I just skipped a few steps.” He puts a hand on Carlos’ chest and rubs a few soothing circles. “I love you. Taking care of you helps me to feel a little more in control of the situation. I can’t take away your pain, but if I can make it more bearable, that’s what I’m going to do. Whether you like it or not.”

He can feel Carlos relaxing further under his touch as he continues. “And, you should feel lucky. My first choice for a babysitter was Francesca, but she had to work all day.”

Carlos’ eyes pop fully open at the mention of his wild child sister. “Francesca was your first choice? What, Nurse Ratched wasn’t available?”

“I’m kidding,” T.K. says with a smile. “I would never trust Francesca with your medical care.”

“Thank god for that,” Carlos grumbles. “By the time she left I probably would have sprained my other ankle.”

“Hence my much more thoughtful choice of Paul and your mom.”

Carlos sends him a look. “You only called my mom so that you’d have dinner when you came home.”

T.K. feigns innocence. “I would never!”

Carlos snorts. “You absolutely would.”

“Not true,” T.K. says. “I called her because she’s your mom and I thought you might need some familial support. Dinner is just a bonus. And don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy that pozole. I know it’s your favorite.” He pokes Carlos gently in the arm. 

“It is my favorite,” Carlos admits grudgingly.

T.K. leans over and gives him a peck on the cheek. “You’re welcome.”

They put on an episode of a new home renovation show while T.K. eats, and despite Carlos’ earlier protests about sleep, T.K. can see that he’s fading, eyes going heavy and half lidded.

T.K. sets his empty bowl on the floor next to the bed and Carlos cracks an eyelid. “Are you going to clean that up?”

T.K. resumes rubbing circles on Carlos’ chest. “I will take care of it in the morning.”

Carlos opens both eyes and looks at him pointedly. T.K. sighs at the obvious implication that his fiancé can’t sleep unless the entire apartment is clean. “I will take care of it before I go to bed.”

“Thank you,” Carlos tells him, eyes sliding closed again.

“You’re welcome,” T.K. tells him. “I love you.”

“Love you too.”

[mirobami]

Before this lovely event ends can I request Aoi again, cause that’s literally MY fiancé now (Sakura he’s not yours anymore) with spades bc Ik I would be greats friends with this man before we get married . I’d ask him to dance with me too 😍🫶🏽

↳ ruin our friendship

♠️ CHARACTER:  a. mibuomi

♠️ MATCH: Spades (Friends to Lovers)

♠️ NOTE: its the way we’re so down bad for him that we have shoved sakura aside but FR BECOME FRIENDS WITH THIS MAN AND THEN ASK HIM TO DANCE WITH YOU HE CAN’T SAY NO, this was so much longer than i expected, that’s why it came last

Being friends with Aoi Mibuomi meant so many things, but most of all, it meant that you were put in a place where you were not safe from his relentless teasing. You didn’t hesitate to tease him back. As his best friend, it was your job to do so. He trusted you and vice versa. It was a wonderful friendship that you would not have traded for anything.

However, the problem started when you realized that you had feelings for him. You tried to deny them but even your dreams were haunting you. The most recent one with him was one where he was singing a love song in a musical and you joined him. You even had to kiss him in front of an audience. When you woke up in a cold sweat, you checked your phone, seeing the multiple messages from him, all of them about some strange dream that he had. Except, unlike yours, his were normal, if you count mustard bottles performing the Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy as normal.

The next strike was when you had dreamt of him at a wedding. The dream took place outside and for some reason, he was out there too. You couldn’t take it anymore and you left, going through a gazebo as he followed you, trying to talk to you. It was clear that it was your wedding and he didn’t want you to leave him. But you ended up running away from him. He was right behind you though, shouting your name, even as you hid from him, crashing through a forest. Once you found a hiding place, you could hear him calling for you. You woke up from that dream, trying to control your racing heart. It was probably just inspired by that stupid hike that Aoi convinced you to go on and you both got lost and separated from each other. But the wedding...

“Jesus, Y/N, have you been sleeping at all?” He tilted your chin up with his index finger, studying your face too closely for your own liking. “You look like you’re going to collapse.”

“Shut up, I’ve been needing my beauty rest because at least one of us has to be the pretty best friend and it’s going to be me.” You omitted the part about you having strange dreams about him. How were you supposed to tell your best friend that you dreamt of kissing him and even marrying him?

He didn’t see anything different. He only walked beside you to class. “So the last dance...”

Ah. That was another variable you forgot about. The reason for the wedding could have also been because of that stupid dance. The place where everyone gets dressed up and usually, people ask others out and they become couples. This year, everyone was waiting to pounce on Aoi the second they heard you say the words that you weren’t going to be going with him. Everyone expected you to get together, although some secretly hoped it wouldn’t happen.

"We can talk later, this is my class." Quickly entering the classroom, you sat down, sighing as you tried to focus on the board. The letters became squiggles as you tried to take your mind off of Aoi. Your mind was definitely collapsing from the pressure of the last days of the year. But the thought of Aoi going with someone else...

You sat up, determined. At least platonically, you would take him. And so you did. He never asked you, so you asked him. He had asked, "Are you asking me out right now?"

"No, idiot, I'm asking you platonically. Just as friends."

"Yeah! I'd love to go with you."

So here you were, ready to go to the dance. You had bought the corsage and boutonniere for the both of you, against Aoi's complaints. However, knowing him full well, you did not give him the boutonniere because he would have lost it. You were waiting with Sachiko, who was thoroughly amused at this. "Waiting for Prince Charming?"

"What are you on about?"

"You look especially radiant tonight, it's a wonder if Aoi will be able to not be jealous. Oh, here he comes."

Fixing your hair, you stood up and saw him walking past the fountain, looking lost. You called for him and he brightened at seeing you. You marched over to him and pinned the boutonniere to his coat pocket. "You look decent."

"Aww, is that your way of telling me I look incredible?" Aoi hummed, tilting his face towards yours.

"Get over yourself. Are you waiting for your other friends?"

"Yeah, told them I'd see them. See you inside?"

You walked away with Sachiko. You couldn't be mad. You were here as friends and nothing more. Even at the table, you had not been seated together since he was forced to sit with his friends. He told you he wanted to sit with you badly, but his friends practically threatened him. You had to remind him you were going platonically so it was fine. The atmosphere was calm at first and you grabbed food, but the second an upbeat song came on, you dragged Sachiko on the dance floor to dance with you.

It was an incredible time. You were having the time of your life dancing with your friends and even becoming temporary friends with those you didn't know. You all were screaming the lyrics to songs and bouncing around just like the rest of the crowd. You hadn't even seen Aoi at all, but he had been watching you with a soft smile on his face.

Finally, a love song came on and you and your friend had jokingly partnered up to start dancing. The others had left since this was a couples' dance (or so it seemed), but you two were too carried away to care.

From afar, one of Aoi's friends said, "That's your date, right?" He was nodding at you.

Aoi took a swig of his drink. "Yeah, why?"

"Are you actually stupid? Put the pieces together! A love song, your date is currently with someone else, what do you do?"

He could've laughed, before taking a deep breath. He had to do it. It was only a dance, right? Nothing more. Hopefully, you wouldn't hear his heart pounding.

You hadn't even noticed him arriving until he tapped your friend's shoulder and asked, "Hey, can I steal them from you?"

Your friend eagerly let go, winking at you as she joined the rest of your giggling friends, who were now cooing at you with Aoi. He had grabbed your waist and your hand and was now slow dancing with you. You were stunned but with a weak attempt at calming the situation, you told him, "Your hand is gonna fall off of my waist and you're gonna look stupid."

"And just when I thought we were having a moment."

You were staring at his shoulder the whole time, rocking with him since neither of you knew how to do a waltz. That would be out of place here anyways. But you were having a conversation too, mixed in between him cheesily singing along with the singer, his voice going into falsetto at the high notes. You were both laughing and when the second love song came on, you two could not stop staring at each other. Aoi spoke first, "I guess I have to confess first, huh?"

"Sorry?"

"I have a massive crush on you. I didn't even realize it until later. I'm glad you asked me because remember the weird dreams I told you about? I kind of...excluded some details."

You let out a soft laugh. "I haven't been sleeping because of my dreams, Aoi. They've included you."

"Oh?"

"Not in that way, dumbass. But I'll explain them later if you want."

"No, tell me now."

"Fine. I kissed you in one and I ran away from our wedding in the other."

He was stunned before a slow smile crept upon his face. "I can make one of those come true." His lips were right near yours, giving you the option to pull away if you wanted. You hadn't pulled away and instead leaned in. It was almost like a dream how you fell for your best friend, the guy everyone wanted and he fell for you too. The small moment between you two felt as though the world stopped and only the both of you existed. His touch was warm and everything slammed back to reality when he pulled away, a lovesick grin on his face. "I don't think you know how long I've been wanting to do that."

"Stop, I can hear my friends giggling." You buried your face in his neck, shifting your hands to wrap your arms around him instead, him also moving to hold you closer.

"But I can, if you want, make the other dream come true, just without you running." He whispered.

"Aoi, do me a favor."

"What?"

"Let me enjoy the moment."

He could've laughed but instead, he was fist pumping the air. He finally got the person he loved the most, his own best friend. Marriage was not on his mind until now and he realized that he would have you explain every detail later since you were the only one he could picture the rest of his life with. But, that was in the future.

He still couldn't wait for that day.

[bangtangalicious]

death valley (m) | part 7

summary: welcome to death valley. once you’re in, there’s no telling whether you’ll make it out alive. a summer internship turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize

pairing: ot7 x f.reader smut ft: yoongi x reader, seokjin x reader, hoseok x reader

genre: smut. yandere. mystery. thriller. gang!au rockstar!au fightclub!au

wordcount: 9.3k 

warnings: reader discretion advised. multiple & explicit smut scenes, rough sex (smacking, manhandling, etc), very obsessive & possessive themes, manipulation, use of restraints (mouth), bondage (collar, leash), slight sadism kink, physical roughness, guns, heavy drug use/reference, breast play, mentions of addiction/addiction prone behaviors, unrealistic sex endurance levels (readers really out here banging), dubcon/coersive sex, reader uses humor as a coping mechanism, degradation, toxic relationships, yelling, crying, character death (or is it), oral sex, shower sex, technically cheating depending on how you look at it, daddy kink, praise, implied stalking, yoongi loves spoiling his baby girl, impreg kink if you squint, dom!yoongi (duh), dom!hoseok, dom!seokjin 

part 0 | part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | part 11 | series navi | masterlist |

a/n: i spent way too long on this HAHAHA 

F L A S H B A C K--

The crowd roared as the fight came to a close. Jin stepped out of the ring reluctantly, someone handed him water while another man wrapped a towel around his shoulders. A soft ringing noise resonated through his ears, blood teasing the edges of his vision. He pushed everyone away to find his prep room. Sighing deeply, he looked down at his trembling hands. His body was on overdrive, he was getting desperate. 

He placed his hands against the wall, unable to think straight with the way his heart was pounding out of his chest. He could hear the footsteps of someone stop in his doorway, not having to look to know exactly who it was.

“Do you have any coke on you?” Jin wiped the sweat off of his forehead with a towel, panting heavily, “Seriously Jimin. I’m gonna fucking lose my mind” 

Jin had always been extremely unstable. It was in his personality to get aggressively addicted to things. Whenever Jin went too long without it, it was like he surrendered himself to a beast. Jimin liked to call it his maniac side.

“Can you stop thinking about getting high for one fucking second? We have a problem here” Jin hears a soft thud causing him to finally turn and look. Jimin had just dropped your unconscious body onto the hard floor.

“Well well. Who is this?” Jin crouched down and slid his fingers over your parted lips, digging his nail into the soft flesh until it began to bleed slightly. As you eyes slowly began to flutter open, a carnal desire coiled in Jin’s chest. He had never seen anyone quite like you before.

"Hi there cutie” Jin grinned, “What’s your name?” Your eyes were quivering with fear, something about your vulnerable state was so delicious to him. You glanced towards Jimin, only beginning to tremble even more.

“P..park Jimin” You gasped, “Oh my goodness! I...I love you. Wait no. I...sorry...I’m a huge fan” You rubbed your eyes. Jin’s heart trembled at your dazed expression. “Where am I? What’s going on?” He wanted to eat you alive. 

Jimin joined Jin on the floor besides you “Well thank you pretty girl. It’s nice to meet you...?”

“Y/n” You introduced yourself, shaking his hand before turning to Jin, looking at him with your tempting, lustful eyes. Y/n. Jin’s head was pounding as the withdrawal began taking over him. He had never seen someone so beautiful in his life. 

Jin had never found anyone else even close to catching his eye before. He would sit mindlessly on his phone while girls would be on their knees, gagging on his cock, waiting for the mind-numbing minutes until he could finally cum and leave. The prospect of a relationship, of love, it seemed otherworldly. Perhaps it wasn’t for him. He had drugs and that kept him happy. But you. You were a high he had yet to fully taste. Looking at you alone had him feeling a glow unlike any other.

“Hey” You said to him. Jin felt dizzy as you spoke, getting lost in your gaze, “You’re the fighter guy right? Jin?”

Hearing you say his name had him bucking forward, trying to hide his growing erection from the famous star who was by his side. “Yeah. Hi. Great to meet you”

Jimin got up, brushing the dust off of his pants, “I’m getting out of here” He grabbed his jacket from your arms, “Jin, please search her address and get Y/n home.” Jimin reached into his back pocket “These should make her forget” He slid a pill into your mouth and you swallowed obediently. 

Jin began to break a sweat, watching the way your lips sucked in the small capsule and gulped it down it so nicely. Jimin left without another beat, leaving you in Jin’s arms, your eyes getting heavy with each passing second.

You blinked, eyes wide with uncertainty as Jin held you close. “You can take me home?”

Jin nodded, “I need to do something really quick first” He slid his hand down his pants to begin palming his erection. His vision was turning blue as his headache began to spread. “God you’re so pretty” He grabbed your jaw, ensuring that you couldn’t look anywhere but his face. 

Jin felt like his mind was running miles a minute. You looked so cute and helpless. He wanted to tear you to pieces, he wanted to see you bruised and battered, splayed out for him to ravish you as he pleased. 

Was it wrong? Was it wrong that he wanted to shove his cock in your mouth while you slowly lost consciousness? In the moment, nothing made more sense to him. 

Your pretty lips, your sweet eyes, how could he not? Your lips trembled, eyes half lidded, rolling back slightly as you fought to stay awake.

“Oh fuck oh fuck. Don’tttt...don’t fucking look at me like that Y/n. If you look at me like that I’m gonna--gonna--ohhhh baby, fuck what are you doing to me” Jin gasped loudly as cum spilled all over his palm. 

P R E S E N T   D A Y--

Amongst the sweet bliss of your dreams, a current washed over you and reality had your eyes opening. Your heart felt heavy as your vision focused in on the dry walls that continued to encage you. Your body pulsed with soreness, reminding you of the previous nights events.

To say you were upset would be an understatement, but you were shocked more than anything. You had never seen Jin act so unhinged before. It was almost as though he quite literally couldn’t control himself, the thought alone bringing a bitter taste to your mouth.

Before you could decide on whether to give him a piece of your mind and reprimand his behavior, you hear him wincing with pain across the room. He lay leaned against the wall, sweat trickling down his muscles from the heat. His head tilted back in a soft groan, dark hair now extremely tangled and messy.

“Are you okay?” You got up with a start. Jin exhaled before shaking his head in defeat. 

“No, my leg still really fucking hurts. I feel like absolute shit right now” He punched the side of his fist into the ground in frustration. “I feel like I’m going insane” 

You couldn’t even begin to imagine his pain. At least you got to leave the cell for some time, he had been here all along. Alone. Wounded. It was just awful. Yoongi should have had the courtesy to take him to the hospital, but then again did Yoongi even have a courteous bone in his body? You were no longer sure. 

“It just sucks too because I’m trapped here, helpless, and all I can fucking do is feel this pain” Jin's jaw clenched. "And I’m sorry for last night I just...you were just there, so close. I just couldn’t help it. I could finally forget the pain even if it was just for a moment”

“It’s okay, I understand” You knew that feeling far too well. Jin reached his arms out to you, pulling you to sit next to him. His hands trailed down your thighs as he looked at you intently. “You know, I don’t mind...if it helps distract you from the pain. We can” You cleared your throat nervously, heat rising to your cheeks, “I mean, just tell me what you need”

Jin’s eyes widened with surprise. “Really?” He asks, gulping, “You don’t have to”

“I want to Jin. Let me help. I’m half the reason you’re in this mess” You would be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about it. Jin was extremely handsome, you had noticed that from the moment you saw him in the arena. With a body like that, your heart skipped a beat at what all he might have in store for you.

His fingers slid between your legs, making you gasp softly. He tickled your clothed cunt softly. He flattened his fingers, teasing your entrance before moving to your clit. Licking his lips, he sucked lightly on your ear. Your hips bucked up as a ticklish sensation shot through your body. You felt wet. 

And you knew he could feel it too, as he drew his fingers away. “Can I?” He mumbled into your neck. You nodded, flustered and warm all over as he pushed your panties aside and began drawing light circles on your clit. You twitch at the sensations hitting your nerves. His other hand cupped your jaw tightly, turning your face towards him.

“Oh fuckk, Jin that feels so good” You didn’t know why you felt so horny, whether it was the morning or the temporary relief from reality. Jin carefully slid one finger into your cunt, just barely, his delicate movements sending shocks of pleasure through your tired body.

Your pussy clenched down on his finger, and he growled. Pulling out, he popped the finger into his mouth before sighing, “Can I tell you what I want?” You could hear a slight tremble in his voice, “Will you do anything for me?”

You choked on your own breath, nodding dumbly as Jin’s gaze flashed with desire. “Get on all fours over me. Wanna spank that pretty ass”

Jin was taken aback at your willingness. You obeyed so well, his hands kneaded your tender flesh, enjoying the view of your ass sticking out for him. You winced as you felt his palm smack against you hard, making your knees tremble with pain and pleasure. 

That’s for sleeping with Jungkook. He smacked again, with full force. He knew it stung. He could hear the pain in your pathetic whimpers and he loved it. And Hobi. Smack. And Jimin. Smack. You cried out as the impact caused you to fall forward onto your chest. And Yoongi. 

Your ass was flushed, as he tenderly rubbed over the bruises he had so generously given you. He leaned forward, letting his tongue glide over the soreness before playfully biting down.

“Jin...that hurts” He ignored you, proceeded to slide down his pants, his turgid length already incredibly hard. He tugged at his cock quickly, the sounds of his slippery pre-cum barely noticeable under your soft moans. 

“Sit on my cock. Nice and easy, lean back on me” His cock twitched as you turned your head to look back at him briefly, your eyes glossy from the pain, but full of curiosity nevertheless. You crawled back over him to line his cock with your soaking cunt. Jin grabbed your hips, helping ease you down onto his length. 

“Ah...ah...” His size stretched you out, pussy swallowing him in. You cursed, eyes rolling back. He wanted to see your face, see how fucked out you would look as he gave it to you so good. 

“Quiet, he might hear us.” He carefully tugged off his shirt from your body with your help, then used it to cover your mouth. He pulled the knot tight,  the fabric tugging at the sides of your mouth uncomfortably. 

His hands stroked over your bare chest quietly, humming in approval, “That’s a good girl...gonna be all quiet for me now right?” His cock twitched inside of you as he heard your muffled voice. His fingers weaved through your hair before he clenched his fist, making you wince. He pulled your head back as he thrusted up into your soaking cunt “Hear that? You’re loving this aren’t you, you fucking whore”

He grabbed your neck, holding it in a tight grip as he pounded up into you. He no longer cared if he was being too loud, he moaned at the top of his lungs. You felt so good. Your pussy welcomed his cock like it was meant to be there, so slippery and warm for him to just fuck over and over and over again.

He couldn’t hear you softly plead for him to let you breathe over the sounds of his own cursing. He didn’t care. If you passed out, you deserved to. Your body was his for the taking, it had to learn. You said yourself you would do what he wanted. He needed this. It was the least you could do for all the trouble he’d been through for you.

He let your neck go, and as you gasped for a saving breath, he felt your walls leak all over him. Your muffled cries sounding like music to his ears. Your whole body was shaking from pleasure. 

His gaze fell onto your back, sinking his teeth onto your scars. You winced loudly as he marked you, his knife wound from the previous night still stinging and tender with pain.

Grabbing your head again, he pushed your face down onto the ground. You thrusted your hips helplessly, feeling your orgasm approaching as the cold floor pressed painfully against your nose. 

“Wait..wait...I’m so close” Your words were intangible through the cloth. You were humping down on him so desperately he couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him. There, in front of him with your ass bouncing from how feverishly you wanted to cum all over his cock, he was in heaven. 

Jin felt your heat melt as you came, screaming in ecstasy against the restraint. You limply relaxed onto the floor as Jin continued to thrust up into you, holding your hips down tightly to dig deeper and deeper into your messy, dripping cunt.

Jin felt like his whole body would explode in pleasure. This was the peak. His life couldn’t get any better than this moment where he had you just like he dreamed. He wondered if it would always feel this good. Of course it would. It was you after all. 

Your core clenched as the stimulation became too much. He looked into your eyes and could see the streams of tears staining your cute cheeks. It was that look. That pleading look that was begging him to stop. Jin came with a loud cry, tilting his head back as he smacked your locker back one final time. 

Breathing heavily, he lifted you off of him, watching his seed leak out of you. You laid down onto your side, absolutely spent. He slid down to lay behind you, hugging you to him as he undid the mouth wrap with his teeth. He stroked your body tenderly, hands finding your breasts. 

“Holy shit” You coughed, finally able to breathe air directly. “Officer Kim Seokjin, that was...wow”

Jin didn’t respond, he simply smiled, pinching your nipples causing you to squirm. That was nothing baby. 

-

Taehyung hated being wrong. He hated not knowing and not having control of any situation. So when Yoongi was shaking his head, denying that he had caused all the recent chaos that had been keeping Taehyung up at night, he felt like he was going to tear the entire bar apart, floorboard by floorboard. 

“Y/n had mentioned she was kidnapped. I didn’t hear about it from you so I figured it must have been Jimin, and that you made sure she didn’t really get hurt. It ended up with her opening up to me, so I wasn’t really too mad about it” Yoongi said calmly, sipping his drink.

“From the footage it looked like Namjoon and Y/n took the pills and blacked out. Hobi was drunk too, but when he sobered up he had gotten a call to take them to the warehouse. I figured you had told him to do that.” 

Yoongi raised his eyebrows, “Why the fuck would I want to kidnap and beat up Namjoon? I need him healthy to fight. Don’t be such an idiot Kim"

“It wasn’t just that though. Jimin’s accident happened right after I sent you the video. I figured you were jealous”

Setting his glass down, Yoongi swiveled in his stool to light a cigar before leaning back casually “The video of Y/n and Jimin fucking? Please, I don’t give a shit”

“Well, then I told you that Jungkook showed her the lab and gave her literal heroin so I imagine you weren’t happy about that”

The smoke dissipated slowly from his lips. Taehyung frowned at the scent. “I wasn’t. But still, I didn’t stab him. I was with Y/n, taking care of her because I love her.”

Taehyung clenched his fists. He did not want to hear Yoongi go on and on about how much he loved you, he did not care. He wanted to know who was messing with his plans. Taehyung had things to do. He had operations in play. He couldn’t afford any mistakes.  

“Is that all? Jimin’s album is coming out tomorrow so I need to get some rest” Yoongi scoffed suddenly, “Especially now that Jimin’s gone ahead and brought Y/n into the media’s eye. What a fucking idiot”

“How are you planning on dealing with him? Are you gonna kill him?”

Yoongi laughed. “Taehyung. Seriously. What is up with you these days? If I wanted Jimin dead he would be dead dumbass.” Yoongi clicked his tongue, “Like I said before, I’m not worried about her and Jimin. She hates him. I know she does.”

Taehyung was not expecting that at all. Not from Yoongi. He had seen Yoongi wrench out people’s teeth if they didn’t pay him. He had seen Yoongi shoot innocent people, not even noticing when Taehyung had to turn around and puke his guts out because of it. But looking at the powerful man besides him now, he could barely recognize him.

“Just find out who was giving Hobi those orders and kill them. I don’t care who it is, just kill them. I don’t even want to know. I don’t have time for this”

Taehyung pursed his lips, “Yoongi, you know that Jimin does really like Y/n too, right? Like, he might be falling in love with her.” Yoongi gave him a look indicating that he was not taking him seriously, “I’m serious! I’ve never seen him like this and I’m surprised you aren’t more worried”

“Taehyung. Do you think I’m dumb?” Yoongi’s expression shifted to one of annoyance, “I knew what I was doing when I offered her an internship. I knew what I was doing when I signed Jimin on, knowing full well how much of a fan she is. Of course I knew she would pursue him. I needed her to see for herself, what a bratty piece of shit that man is. I knew she would hate him Taehyung, killing him would mean she might still care. She might still have feelings for him. That’s not what I need. She can only love me. I have to show her I’m better than him”

Yoongi took another puff of his cigar before continuing, “Now, I’ll admit things got fucked up when fucking Namjoon kept on bringing her to Death Valley. Idiot doesn’t take a fucking hint.”

Taehyung gulped down the rest of his drink before slamming the glass on the bar top. “Another please” He waved to the bartender. “I can take Jin off your hands now. He’s seen your face, but he might know stuff so it could be good to keep him alive” Yoongi simply shrugged, setting his cigar aside.

“I don’t care what you do with him. I want her alone tomorrow. I’m coming clean”

-

The next morning, Yoongi brought Taehyung back to the apartment. Taehyung lifted Jin out of the cell and claimed to be taking him to a clinic. After they left, it was just you and Yoongi.

Yoongi crouched down and extended a hand to you, not wanting to come too close. He knew you were upset with him. He could feel it. 

“Morning my love” His voice was songlike, eyes pleading as he looked at you, an absolute mess on the floor, like you were his whole world. “Come on, let me run you a bath. I’m sorry”

You knew if you looked at him for too long you wouldn’t be able to resist. But after everything you had just heard, you wanted to just be alone.

“I’ll explain everything. I promise, I don’t want any lies between us” Reluctantly, you took his hand and he pulled you up into a hug. You teared up at his embrace. You could feel the simple adoration through his touch. You could have just melted into his arms.

Leading you out of the cell, he sat you down in the kitchen while he went to draw a hot bath for you. “Will you be joining me?” You asked him dryly, attempting to put up some attitude in whatever way you could. 

To your surprise he shook his head, “No. I’ll wait till you’re done. Enjoy yourself” You frowned slightly, knowing a part of you didn’t want to hear the answer. “If you need anything just call for me okay?” He took your hands in his, kissing them gently. “After, I want to give you something. I’ve put some clothes for you on the dresser inside”

“Wait” You gasped, taking in his presence fully. “I’m sorry a...about Jimin and the media”

Yoongi shook his head, “It’s not your fault. It’s like you said, he’s just a typical rockstar” The two of your shared a small laugh. You realized then how rarely you had ever seen Yoongi smile. It was a beautiful smile, and you hoped to see it again.

You stepped into Yoongi’s bathroom. It wasn’t very large, but it was very high tech. A modern tub lay with soft white suds dancing over it. You grinned inwardly as you saw how he had laid out a blunt and a lighter for you. The water smelt of lavender, and was just the right temperature as you stripped down and slid in. You closed your eyes, inhaling deeply while appreciating the moment of peace. The eye of the storm. Inside you knew that this might be the only break you would get. Jimin’s album was coming out tomorrow. You had no idea what to expect. 

“Yoongi” You called out, tilting your head back and sinking into the tub deeper. 

He appeared rapidly, not really reacting to your undressed state as he knelt down by the tub, “Everything okay?”

“Stay here” You moved your arm out of the water, soap dripping onto the tiled floor as you tilted Yoongi’s cheek towards you and kissed him deeply. “Join me” You gasped into his mouth, “Please”

Yoongi kept his lips on yours, pushing his tongue into your mouth. He missed kissing you so much. Not having you the past night had been incredibly hard for him. “No love. I need you to relax. I’m about to tell you some things today and...you might be scared.”

You whined against him, pulling him closer to you while he did little to resist, “But I want you” You pouted.

Yoongi rolled his eyes with a soft smirk, “I want you too love. Don’t stay in there too long okay. Then get dressed and I’ll be in the kitchen” With one final kiss on your lips, he backed away from you, and you slid back into the warm water.

Yoongi had set out a cute little sundress for you, one that was scandalously sheer, but nevertheless cute. The dress felt blissfully light on your body, a slight breeze fluttering up your skirt as you spun around in front of a large mirror. 

You felt sexy, but most of all you felt free. You sighed heavily as you made your way to the kitchen, twirling around playfully before falling back into Yoongi’s embrace. 

“Hey” You got on your tippy toes to allow Yoongi to plant a kiss on your lips from behind you, smiling into one another. There was that smile again. It made your heart melt like butter. 

He wrapped his arms around you, nuzzling into your neck, “Fuck love you smell so good. You look so good.” You giggled as you felt his erection press up on your ass “How can I control myself...” His words were breathless as his hands trailed down to the hem of your dress, lifting it lightly to reveal the frilly lingerie he had bought for you. He cursed under his breath, pulling your ass back against him.

“Ah ah! You said you were gonna give me something” You teased, getting your payback for earlier. Yoongi nodded, reaching into the drawer to bring out a box. He slid it onto the kitchen counter “Is this for me?” He nods as you excitedly open the box. In it is a pistol, with gold accents and your initials engraved onto the side with what looked like diamonds. Beneath the device was a magazine of matching color. You looked at Yoongi with shock.

“I had it made just for you. Do you like it?” His hands covered yours as he guided you to take the gun into your hands and load the magazine into it. “I hope you never have to use it. But I needed you to have something to protect yourself” He turned and pulled your wrists to aim the barrel against his heart. “You could even kill me if you wanted to”

You were at a loss for words, but Yoongi continued, keeping the gun in your hand aimed at himself “I’m not a good guy Y/n. I’m dangerous. That’s why I had Taehyung take you out of Death Valley that night and had to throw you into that cell.” He gave you so space backing away. You felt bad, knowing that he must be feeling anxious to reveal himself to you, despite you knowing exactly what he was going to say.

You tried to give him a comforting look, unable to move your hands from his steady grip, “I’m a gangster.”

He waited for you to react. You weren’t sure what to do, so you just parted your lips in feigned shock. Wow! No way! Really! You felt like laughing, but his gaze was so serious you stopped yourself.

"I have a drug syndicate. At Death Valley. The money I make from that I use to gamble. That’s why we have the fights. I have boys trained and bet money on them. We make millions through that but really it’s just power plays” He looks away from you momentarily, “Anyways, no one knows that I, Min Yoongi, am the one running things there, but still I have a lot of enemies. A lot of people would love to see me dead. To see me lose.”

“Since you’re my partner, you are a liability. I need you to be safe. Normally I’ll have someone from the gang accompany you wherever you go. You won’t know who it is so don’t worry about it, it’s just in case anything happens” 

Partner? Since when? You frowned slightly at the label. Then again, this guy did carve his name into your skin. Maybe that was how big scary gangsters asked girls out these days, who were you to judge. 

“I don’t want you to be scared of me okay” Yoongi finally took the gun from you and set it aside, “Me giving you this means I trust you. With my secret and my life.”

You began to feel flustered. You hadn’t even thought about what it would mean to actually date or be associated with a gang member, let alone a kingpin. Now the media thought you were dating Jimin, who was also conveniently high up in all this. 

“I know it’s a lot” Yoongi said. “You can always ask me if you have questions. Now let’s get to work okay. Big day coming, I need my your expert opinion by my side”

-

The low growl of the engine was the only sound to be heard as Taehyung drove Jin to his own home. The world came still as he parked the car. Sighing heavily, he checked his radar before exiting the car, lifting Jin.

“You think you can stand buddy?” Jin nodded, and Taehyung slowly helped him find steady ground. He held Jin up, assisting him as they walked in through the back entrance to his basement. 

A single lightbulb illuminated just enough for Taehyung and Jin to see each other’’s faces. Nothing more, nothing less. Wiping sweat from his forehead, he placed Jin into a chair. 

“So it’s this Yoongi guy huh” Jin remarked. “And surprise surprise...you’re his little bitch too. Do your lips hurt from all the ass you have to kiss?”

“Oh please, Yoongi can go to hell for all I care.” Taehyung chuckled, surveying an array of knives that were displayed on the wall before his eyes settled on a small blade, curved ever so slightly. “I do need you to keep your mouth shut about me to Jimin though. If it weren’t for me, Yoongi would have let you rot in there”

Jin tilted his head, a small smile growing on his face as he understood the implications of Taehyung’s words, “I see. You’re plotting against both of them huh?”

“What’s I’m plotting is none of your goddamn business, Officer. So tell me, what’s it gonna take to keep you quiet hm? Money? More coke?”

“You know, I might be able to help you. You’re playing a dangerous game Taehyung. I know what you’re doing and I know how you plan on doing it. You’re using Y/n as bait. You’re using her to pin Jimin against Yoongi so you can sweep in and take over.”

Taehyung froze. First he smiled, then burst out into giggles before full on laughing. “It’s that obvious huh? Fine, hypothetically let’s say we work together. What’s in it for you?”

Jin licked his lips, “All I ask, is that when the dust settles, Y/n is mine. I know things Taehyung. I’m a cop after all”

Taehyung rolled his eyes and sighed, “Is that it?”

“And I get to kill them. My way”

Taehyung took a moment to think. “Okay Officer. You might just have yourself a deal.”

-

The clicking of the keyboard resonated through Yoongi’s office that was all but quiet as the chaos of an upcoming release had taken the whole building by storm. 

He had you sitting on his thigh, hands around his neck as he would run final details by you. But with the way he would occasionally tap his foot, causing his leg to vibrate underneath you, you couldn’t help craving him more and more with each passing minute.

He wouldn’t react as you nibbled his ear, placed kisses on his neck. You sighed loudly, sexual frustration building up within you. Finally you slid down a strap of your dress, letting it, along with your bra, glide down your breast. You tried to pull his chin towards you but he was too caught up in reading the emails he had gotten.

You really did respect the guy. For whatever he is, he took his work...of all kinds...very seriously. That itself turned you on. “Yoongi” You cooed at him, causing him to hum slightly.

“Yes love?” He muttered, a hint of annoyance in his voice. 

“Look” He finally surrendered to you, allowing you to turn his chin to see your perky breast in his line of vision. He was surprised, looking at you briefly before placing his mouth over you and suckling you roughly. 

You bit your lip, his tongue felt hot as he rolled it around your nipples. He took his time, lapping away at you, digging his teeth and gliding his wet lips over the perked bud. 

You buried your face into his soft black hair, his musky scent overwhelming you. Stuttering his name from your lips as he continued to suck your tit harshly, his hands trailed up your bare legs under the skirt of your dress to tug at the waistline of your panties. He let his fingers glide beneath the soft lace, teasing you.

Yoongi gave your breast a final sloppy kiss, before he let go with a pop, looking up at your fucked out face. He chuckled, bringing one hand to slide down your other strap and then tenderly squeezing your other breast. He rolled the tip between his fingers before placing his mouth of it.

Heat was coiling in your chest, soft whines leaving your parted lips. You moved from his thigh to straddle his waist, rolling your hips against his growing bulge. The friction shot pleasure through your core, making you leak with desire. 

You were sure Yoongi could feel how wet you were. Nevertheless his focus remained on ravishing your breast. He left chaste kisses on your eager nub, nipping away as his mouth tenderly sucked, making sure to give it as much attention as the other. 

His kisses then trailed between your breasts, traveling up to your neck where they became rougher. His movements tickled you, making you squirm as he kissed beneath your jaw, tilting your face back. 

“Mmm that’s enough love, we can’t here” He mumbled. You groaned in complaint, panting with frustration as Yoongi’s lips left your skin and his hands pulled your straps back onto your shoulders. “I booked us a room somewhere special for a few days because our bedroom is still fucked up from the other night. We can have each other there, I promise, okay love?”

-

Yoongi was a man of taste. Being in the rock industry, he was used to things being grunge and edgy, but personally he always had a soft spot for excellence. That’s why, while maintaining the all black getup, he would dress in silk shirts, pure silver jewelry and diamond studded jackets. 

He had picked a hotel not too far from the label, but one of the finest places in miles around. It was the same venue that would be the site of Jimin’s album release event the following night. Yoongi had booked out the largest suite in the building, wanting to show you the best night of your life. 

And you had a feeling it would be, as you walked in to the large room, lit with purple LED undertones that complemented the fading sunset that was gleaming in through the expansive glass wall. On the bed was a bottle of champagne in a bucket of ice.

“Holy shit” You mumbled, wandering around as Yoongi directed the bellboys to bring in the luggage. Yoongi insisted he would take care of all your needs when packing. He claimed to have someone go back to your apartment and grab some of your essential items, but also insisted in buying you new things. You had to admit, gangster or not, Yoongi really knew how to spoil a girl.

You leaned against the glass, peering out at the skyline, a bright coral pink even still. Yoongi came up besides you, tilting your face towards him to kiss you fondly. 

“Can I pour you a drink love?” He sighed into your mouth. You nodded, watching as Yoongi pulled the champagne out of the bucket, popping the cork and pouring two glasses with ease. He hands you one, clinking his own against yours. You took a few sips, savoring the slightly sour bubbly liquid before setting your glass aside. Yoongi pulled you towards him by the waist. 

“This is all amazing Yoongi” You wrapped your arms around his neck. He caressed your hips, swaying you against him almost as though you were slow dancing. After a quick peck to the lips he spoke again,

“I’ve been thinking about the future. How would you like to work for me full time? As a junior producer?”

Your eyes widened in surprise, “I...wow, I would love that, that would be the dream” Yoongi smiled, gliding his lips over your cheek, behind your ear where he began to leave small wet kisses. His hands trailed up your sides and he hooked his fingers under the strap of your dress, tugging it so the garment slid seamlessly off your body and onto a pile on the floor.

“Shit” Yoongi bit his lip, eying you up and down in your angelic lingerie. “Just missing one thing” You pouted as he stepped away from you, walking over to a cabinet to pull a studded black collar and leash from the drawer. 

He wrapped the collar around your neck carefully, adjusting the strap so that it was nice and tight. He admired the way it looked against your skin, tracing and tugging on it with his fingers.

“Beautiful.” Taking the leash in his hand, he gently pushed you down onto your knees, stroking your cheek as you looked up at him eagerly. “You know what to do” He blew a kiss at you teasingly.

You began to unbutton his pants, sliding them down along with his boxers. Licking you lips, you took his length into your hands, stroking him slowly, looking up for his validation. 

He groaned at your touch “Look at you hm?” His fingers harshly ran along your jaw, pulling playfully at your bottom lip “So fucking pretty”

He tugged your lip forward, prompting you to get your mouth on his cock, his other hand holding himself steady against the wall. You wrapped your lips around the tip, letting you tongue circle around.

Your breath hitched as Yoongi suddenly tugged at your leash, forcing his cock down your throat. You gagged immediately, but he kept your face pulled forward.

You flattened your tongue, allowing Yoongi to thrust himself against the slippery sensation. His cock filled your throat, making it impossible for you to breathe. You could taste the sour pre-cum against the rigid veins all over his girthy length. 

He loved the way you took him, so messy. You slobbered all over his cock, the sounds of you choking and coughing like music to his ears. Your lips were swollen and fucked out, eyes bulging as you desperately tried to maintain yourself. Tears built at the corned of your eyes making him buck his hips. You were his. Like he had always wanted. He finally owned you.

You felt his cum shoot straight down your throat, causing you to gasp in desperation, cheeks hollowing enough to allow him to push even further down your throat. Once you surrendered to swallow, Yoongi pulled out, a mixture of cum and saliva dripping all over your face. 

“Bend over, hands on the wall” He ordered through gritted teeth. He lined himself up behind you, sneaking a finger deep into your heat, relishing in the wet pool of your arousal and how you leaked out all over his palm. He pushed another finger in, pumping you furiously before his eyes narrowed in on your back.

You felt his fingers fall out, causing you to whine. A sudden tug of the leash pulled you back into his chest. 

“What is this?” He growled, a finger gliding over the knife scar through his name on your back. You stuttered, the collar knocking the breath out of you. “Who did this?”  He dug his nails into you making you wince. 

“W..what are you talking about?” Yoongi turned you around and slapped you hard.

“You know what I’m talking about. Who marked you? Who fucking dared?” He was yelling loudly despite being so close to your face. You tried to turn away but he wouldn’t let you.

“I...” You gulp. If you told Yoongi it was Jin, he would definitely go kill him. You needed Jin to be alive, in fact you were hardly even sure if he was anymore. A part of you knew Taehyung wouldn’t actually kill him. He didn’t deserve to die, not for something like this. “I don’t know”

Yoongi glared at you, the fire in his eyes evident. He dragged you relentlessly to the bed, taking the leash and using it to tie your arms to your chest. 

“You wanna play fucking games huh?” Yoongi screamed. You trembled, his demeanor beginning to scare you, “I’ll show you. I’ll fucking show you what happens when you hide something from me. You’re staying like this, locked in here until you decide to tell me the truth you got that?”

Tears were already streaking down your face as you nodded. Yoongi scowled at you before climbing in the other side of the bed and turning off the lights. 

-

Hobi arrived at the banquet hall. Preparations were already being made. The hustle of his coworkers preparing for the album release press conference and the subsequent celebration. 

A few people greeted him, but looking around he noticed an absence of a certain energy. Jimin was sitting on the stage, reading over his answer sheets while his make-up artists poked at his face.

Hobi didn’t feel an ounce of guilt about what he had done to Jimin. He never liked the guy, despite having to put up a cordial face around him. It was tough for him to help Jimin put songs together when he just wanted to wrench his guts out and put a bullet through his head. 

He tried avoiding the star when he could, but Jimin sought him out “Hey Hobi c’mere” Jimin snapped his fingers, pushing away the people surrounding him. Hobi took a deep breath before approaching him.

“Have you seen Y/n?”

Hobi raised his eyebrows. He at first had not been sure if you would have actually been killed or not after Jin’s little stunt the other night. It was a relief to him when he saw you appear in the news at Jimin’s side, but he was confused. 

“I figured she was here already. Maybe she’s with Yoongi” Jimin rolled his eyes, “That motherfucker, honestly. Did you know those two were hanging out because I fucking didn’t” Jimin hissed. “He branded her. Apparently they got really high, she said it was an accident but I dunno that’s a bit much even for Yoongi. You should have seen how pissed off he was”

“Hanging out?” Hobi asked curiously, “Y/n and Yoongi?” He felt his stomach flip uncomfortably. “Yoongi never hangs out with employees, let alone interns”

Jimin shrugged, “Can’t blame him honestly. She’s a temptress. I’ve slept with her a bunch of times and it just keeps getting better and better”

Hobi did everything in his power not to slug Jimin in his face, out of respect to the make up artists who had spent so long trying to make this bastard look presentable. “I know” 

“You do?” Jimin grinned, “Right...you who almost dated for half a second there. Then Yoongi and his fucking rules came and blew it all up” Jimin playfully pushed Hobi’s shoulder, “Man. You gotta just claim what’s yours and say fuck em. Next time. She’s mine now though, sorry”

Hobi rolled his eyes, knowing full well that you loathed Jimin. Nevertheless, the spoilt brat had a point. When the fuck did Yoongi hang out with Y/n? It didn’t make sense. 

Turning to one of the overseeing secretaries, Hobi questioned which room Yoongi was staying, intending to pay him a quick visit. The secretary gave him the room number, warning him that Yoongi had mentioned he might be unavailable in the morning as he had a few errands to run. 

Hobi wandered through the hotel, heading to the elevator to arrive at the top floor with all the suites. When he arrived at the door, he noticed the sign on the handle with raised eyebrows. Nevertheless he knocked “Yoongi! It’s me? Can we chat for a bit?”

“Hobi! Oh my God Hobi help me! Get me out of here!” Goosebumps appeared all over him as your shrill voice leaked through the door, “I can’t move please”

His hands were trembling. What the hell was going on? He budged at the door but it was locked. Cursing under his breath, he pulled out his gun, taking the handle and using it to knock of the handle. He pushed through the door, swallowing thickly as he saw you, leash hooked up to the bed frame, hands tied, in such a sexy little lingerie set his heart felt like exploding then and there.

“What the fuck?” Hobi rushed over to you, untying you from your restraints and clicking off the collar. Your hands went to your neck, soothing the red marks that had appeared due to the tight hold. “Yoongi did this?”

You nodded “He was punishing me. He was gonna keep me locked in here” You wanted to cry but you couldn’t even find it within yourself. Hobi noticed how defeated you looked. He hated seeing you like this.

“Why?”

You looked into his eyes, sighing at the true ignorance. Hobi knew so little about everything you had been through, you didn’t have the heart to place the burden onto him.

“Can we just get out of here? Please? I need a fucking drink” He nodded, rubbing the pads of his fingers softly over the imprints of the tight bands on your arms. “Let me get changed. That motherfucker was gonna make me miss my first album release party,” You scoffed, laughing bitterly as you stood up, “I’ll fucking show him. I’m gonna look hot as fuck and I’m gonna be all over Jimin tonight”

Hobi blinked at you in amusement but said nothing as you marched off into the bathroom.

“Come on” You called back to him, curling your finger to motion him towards you teasingly “Are you really gonna pass up the chance to fuck me in the shower?”

“Damn, you’re really something” Hobi mumbled, unable to hide the blush that grew on his cheeks. 

You didn’t bother taking off your underwear, you could see how turned on Hobi was from seeing you just by the gleam in his eye. You playfully bounced into the shower, turning the water cold.  The white lace on your body dampened, making the coverage practically negligible. 

Hobi almost choked seeing you. You tilted your head back and let the water fall directly on your breasts. You could hear the click of his buckled as he undressed himself quickly to join you.

“Shit this is cold” Hobi touched the water before sliding into the glass cube behind you. You turned around to face him, smiling mischievously. “Can daddy clean me up?” You pouted at him, winking. Hobi rolled his eyes.

“Jesus Y/n” Hobi pulled your hips forward before lifting you into his arms, “You’re such a slut for me aren’t you? All you fucking want is daddy’s big cock is that it?”

You nodded rapidly. “Yeah. Want your cock” You slid your hand down his chest, biting your lip.

“Of course you do baby” He pressed your back against the glass, the ice cold water hitting his back as he rolled his hips into you. His hand snaked around beneath you to push aside your soaked panties and touch your throbbing clit. “Look at me baby. Does that feel good?” He began to rub small circles, watching the way your body responded to him.

“Y...yes” You groaned, burying your face into his wet hair, nails digging into his back as you held on tight. Hobi grunted, gliding his finger back to trace along your folds.

“So fucking needy baby. No one fucks you as good as I do huh?” Hobi’s hot breath tickled your ear. “You missed me didn’t you, you slut. Only I know how you really like it” He pushed one finger in “Isn’t that right?”

You nodded, a sobbing mess of moans muffling into his neck as he rapidly pumped his finger into you, “Yes” You exhaled, “Want Daddy. Only want Daddy”

“I know. Oh, you poor little thing” He shoved another finger in, making you mewl as he stretched you out, “Do you think about me huh? When Jimin’s ramming his cock into do you think about me?” Your pussy clenched down at his words, “Did you fuck Yoongi too? Our boss, god you are such a little whore aren’t you?”

He slid in a third finger and you began to scream out in pleasure, “Oh fuck Hobi yes, right there right there” You panted heavily, “More...please” The mention of Yoongi’s name had you leaking all over. 

The thought that he could just come back in at any moment had you falling apart. He would look so fucking angry. He would probably kill Hobi on the spot. 

Why did that turn you on so much?

Heat pulsed through your body. Hobi slid his fingers out, spanking your pussy before sliding you down onto your feet.

“I missed you” Hobi said weakly. Your eyes softened. You knew you were taking advantage of him. You knew your heart was really elsewhere, as much as you wished it wasn’t. 

“Kiss me” You didn’t want to think, you cupped his face bringing it to yours and pressing your lips against his. You poured yourself into the kiss, the roll of your hips matching the way your lips wrestled one another. 

Hobi deepened the kiss, pining your wrists above your head. He gasped as he pulled away, staring darkly into your eyes, “Do you want Daddy’s big cock?” You nodded, his lips barely inched from yours “Yeah? Want Daddy to fuck you good? Fill you up with his cum? Fuck his babies into you huh? You want that?”

He turned you around, hand gripping under your thigh to prop your leg up onto the sliding shower door handle. You winced at the stretch but Hobi didn’t react. You feel him slap his hot cockhead against your ass. Holding your hips steady, he slid his cock into you easily. Your slick inviting him in deep into your throbbing heat. You whimpered as his dick pushed through your walls, filling you to the brim. 

“Good girl” He growled, “Such a good warm little pussy for daddy, such a good fucking girl oh goddd” He slowly pulled out before thrusting back in. His pace was excruciatingly slow, but the burn of him pumping you in and out felt so good. 

“Fuck I’m close Daddy” You were practically drooling, lips parted in pure bliss as Hobi fucked you deeper and deeper, your head slamming against the glass. “Want you to fill me up daddy. Want your cum” You whined.

“You feel so fucking good baby. Go ahead and cum,” Hobi kissed you again “Cum for Daddy, come on” He quickened his pace as he felt your tight walls begin to twitch around his cock. He could hear your wetness as he pistons into you under your breathless screams. 

“I’m gonna cum Daddy..I..I..” Your eyes were clenched close as you let out a high pitched scream, your hot arousal dripping all over Hobi’s cock as your walls squeezed him tight. He bucked his hips as you came, groaning as he tried to fuck you through it. 

“Shit.” Hobi cursed under his breath as he felt himself come undone immediately after, his sticky cum shooting deep inside of you. “God that was so good” He sighed, landing a lazy kiss on your lips.

You sighed, savoring the small aftershocks of arousal that had you trembling in his embrace. Enjoying the final momentary pleasure before the wild night ahead of you.

-

Jimin stood outside the banquet hall and tightened his tie. There were only a few more minutes until his album officially came out. Fixing loose strands of his hair, he sighed. He wanted you by his side but you were no where to be seen. 

“Jiminnnn” The pitch of your voice gave you away easily. Jimin glowed in anticipation of you. His heart stopped as you arose from the hallway. You looked absolutely stunning in a classy sleeveless pantsuit. 

“Baby” You giggled. Jimin frowned slightly, noticing how you stumbled into his arms before giving you a peck on the lips. “Are you excitedddd?” You slurred your words. “Everyone’s gonna loveeeee your music”

He inhaled your scent, scrunching his nose as he recognized the stench of whiskey on your breath. “Baby. You’re drunk”

“Come onnnnn, everyone is waiting for you at the party” You tugged at his tie. Jimin sighed, he couldn’t help but surrender to your cuteness despite his gut telling him not to bring you there. 

“Jimin...this is my dream.” You giggled, almost losing your balance before Jimin caught you into his arms. “I’m Park Jimin’s girlfriendddd” Jimin dragged you outside slowly, sheepishly bowing to the other people who began giving the pair of you dirty looks. “Hey!” You yelled suddenly, “I’m Park Jimin’s girlfriend! I love him!”

Jimin’s heart skipped a beat. “You...what?” He began trembling, an overwhelming flush of emotions seizing him. “Really?”

You nodded, a big teethy smile on your face. Jimin blushed. “I...” She’s just drunk. He sighed. “Come on baby” He wrapped his arm around your waist, leading you down to the banquet hall. 

The venue was gorgeous. It had a red and black theme that matched Jimin’s album cover. Champagne was being served at every nook and corner. The room broke out into applause as Jimin walked in, you glued to his side.

Jimin’s eyes scanned the room looking for Yoongi. He was no where to be seen.

Jimin waved to his guests, thanking them for the cheer before he turned to you. He stroked your face, gazing into your glittering eyes with nothing but adoration. He felt his eyes tear up as the thought occured to him that maybe it really was you.

He had written so many baseless love songs, songs about yearning, song about searching for someone to make his life worth it again. Maybe it was you. Were you his happy ending?

His mind wandered to what could be. What might be if he marries you, you go on tour together, making love in every city over the world. You would be his biggest fan, his lifeline, and he would love you endlessly. He wanted that. So bad. Did you?

He twirled you around before dipping you down princess style and kissing you passionately. The room burst into cheers as you smiled into one another.

“Sir” One of the staff members tapped on Jimin’s shoulder urgently, “Sorry to interrupt, there’s something you should know” The staff member leaned in to whisper something into Jimin’s ear. You watched as his eyes went wide with shock. 

“I...I need to go. Excuse me” Jimin pardoned himself from the crowd, rushing out of the banquet hall. You followed him.

“Jimin! What is it? What happened?” You held onto his arm.

“He’s dead” Jimin muttered, “Fuck. SHIT. He’s dead” 

Your heart dropped. “Who...?”

“Taehyung. Taehyung is dead”

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a/n: i hope this makes up for how shitty part 6 was ahahaha. gosh i must have rewritten this like 4 times. but yeah drop those theories in my asks bbs <3 who killed tae? where’s yoongi? what’s jin up to? joon and kook will be back in action in part 8, next week dw ;) 

also that detail abt jin not listing you fucking taehyung when he’s spanking you is intentional

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[thesunshinebunny]

Can I ask for the dorm leaders reacting to their S / O asking them to join them in the shower for the first time???

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, oooookkkk, I can see what you did there dear anon.

In my great humble imagination, I'd like to take a dip in the huge bathtub that Kalim surely has in Scarabia. Let me dream, I like to relax in big bathtubs with foam, bubbles, music and incense. Before we begin, I warn you that all characters are +18.

Let’s goooooooooooooo

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Riddle

Oh dear, you don't know what you just did.

It was a decent proposal to be honest, you just wanted to spend a quality moment with our Queen, but I think the smoke got into his head.

"Riddle, I'm going to take a shower, would you like to join me?"

Puff red as a tomato and about to explode.

You stared at him in disbelief, until you realized your words. Maybe Riddle wasn't ready for that big step.

You entered the bathroom alone, but not before asking for forgiveness.

Now you left Riddle alone with his thoughts, that's much worse.

Your intention was to take a short shower, but with the event that had just occurred, you were eating your head as the water ran down your body.

The longer it took you to get out, the more your anxiety ate you up inside. You would have panicked if you hadn't heard the door open and close almost inaudibly.

Riddle stepped into the shower, standing behind you and circling your waist.

"Please don't turn around, it's still too embarrassing for me, but I can't help but feel calm right now"

Neither of you spoke or moved the rest of the time you stayed in the shower, even forgetting to wash properly. But that 'mistake' was the beginning of multiple long shared showers.

Leona

The lazy lion here wasn’t in his plans to get into the water, much less shower. If you had asked getting into the lounge’s pool, maybe he would have considered it.

He just lay on his bed, about to fall asleep, not caring about your figure in the middle of the room. He didn't care that you were getting irritated every second.

"I don't have the need to bathe, go alone"

He heard you leave and thought he was going to sleep peacefully before you get out of the shower… until an impact on his head dislodged him.

You had thrown dirt all over his hair, spreading over his chest and the bed.

“Now you have a reason to shower. You're dirty"

I recommend you to run to the shower, because the look Leona gave you… I highly doubt that you will make it out alive.

Arriving at the threshold, Leona grabbed you by the legs, placing you on his shoulder and getting under the faucet.

This fucker turned on the shower without letting you remove your clothes first, ending up drenched.

"Ah, my mistake, I think you're a little wet. Let me take off your clothes"

The malicious smirk on his face didn’t give you confidence, and didn’t disappear even when you were both naked under the water.

“You have courage to fill me and my bed with dirt, did you want to take a shower? Now you are going to clean me"

Ah… worth it?

Azul

Did he hear you well? Do you want to take a shower with him?

Oh dear sea witch, help him, he is about to have a neurism.

Azul wasn’t against your proposal itself, he was very concerned about his physique.

And what if you don't like what you see? would you are disappointed? And if it disgusts you to look at him naked or semi naked?

Thousands of questions ran through his head, making it impossible for him to give you an answer. If you looked closely, you might even see smoke coming out of his ears from the gears in his head moving; even tears were threatening to leak out of his eyes.

You placed your hands on both sides of his face, "Come with me"

You guided him into the bathroom, placing him under the shower head. You let go of your octopus and turned on the hot water before he could say anything.

Both were burned by the touch of the hot water, even Azul wanted to get out of there, but you stopped him by wrapping your arms around him.

The warmth of your arms on his torso made his heart skip a beat. He never thought he was going to be able to have this kind of intimacy with you, and I'm not talking about nudity.

It was literally like being in the rain in the middle of the courtyard, but in solitude inside Azul's room ... rather in his bathroom ... with clothes that were beginning to cling to the body.

"Do you feel better? Do you think you're ready to take off your clothes and really give us a hot shower?"

Azul never said a yes so fast in his life.

Kalim

A shower? A simple shower? What is that? Kalim only knows how to take big baths in tubs that could be the size of a house.

Either way he said yes, don’t be alarmed.

Wasting no time, he led you to the bathroom in his room, which you could swear was the same dimensions as the bedroom, apart from being very resplendent.

Kalim was very respectful at all times, he gave you your time to undress, he wasn’t invasive and he turned around when you asked him and thus enter the water.

Our sun here took the trouble to decorate the bathtub when you weren't looking, now the whole place was decorated with incense and scented candles from the Land of Hot Sands.

Even if you walked carefully, you might come across a few gold coins on the marble floor of the tub.

All very beautiful, but I think I would be very overwhelmed with such extravagance. And that is also your case, it’s better to tell Kalim directly.

Like before, don't worry, Kalim would understand your feelings a 1000% and if closing your eyes for the entire bath time makes you feel better, then Kalim would be willing to snuggle you on his chest and wash your head himself.

He ’s a gentleman, what can I say.

But, if you feel comfortable with all that, then I advise you to start a bubble war. Who said bathing with your partner has to be serious?

"Take care of your bubble ammunition, you wouldn't want to be left with nothing and for me to tickle you"

You made a mess in the whole bathroom, be careful when you leave, there is soap and water everywhere.

Vil

Oh no no no, dear, no dear.

One does not shower with Vil, one BATHES with Vil.

Like Kalim, Vil takes his bath quite seriously. He needs to follow his skin routine very meticulously and for that he needs oils, essences and… other things that my poor ass couldn't buy all the time, even if I wanted to.

His bathtub is not as gigantic as Kalim's, but it is much larger than average.

If for any reason you are embarrassed to bathe naked, don't panic. Vil has exclusively for you a bathrobe that you can use in the water, and one for him too obviously.

Prepare for a full-body massage session. The oils are not for decoration, they are to soften the skin and Vil would give the best massages of your life, you cannot argue with me

By the way, you also wash your hair with an equally expensive shampoo. There is no middle ground here: either you take a simple shower in your bedroom, or you go big with Vil.

That reminds me, the moment you take the first bath with this Queen of beauty, you have just signed a contract (not one of Azul's) in which it stipulates that from now on, every day you will bathe with it, end of discussion.

Vil may at first have been a bit ecstatic to the idea of ​​you giving him massages with his special oil and washing his hair; he has a very meticulous routine that he adheres to to the letter and your inexperienced fingers would not do enough magic.

Buuut, nothing like a good class in the middle of the bathtub to give good results.

In summary, taking a bath with Vil is like having a full day at the Spa, completely free ... well, almost free 😉

Idia

Idia.exe stopped working.

Jokes aside, Idia stopped reacting for a few seconds, he didn't even remember to breathe.

I can't tell if Idia is one of that kind of weeb that doesn't bathe, I want to believe that he does, please make me believe that he does, I implore you

Taking a shower with Idia can be a bit… embarrassing, mostly on his part. He isn’t used to so much human contact and that you ask him for such a proposal, is to get out of his comfort zone.

Nor could I tell if, when in contact with water, Idia's hair would evaporate, like the scene in Hercules blowing Hades’s head XD.

If so, it would be a lot of fun to watch, but you would have to reassure him because he would surely be much more embarrassed.

If that's not the case, maybe he would be around as long as the intimacy last with red hair, someone at some point mentioned Idia with red hair and now I can't help but imagine it

Many caresses from your part, hugging his torso from behind. Like Riddle, he would surely not be prepared to look at you for the first time or for you to see him.

Trie to calm the waters by asking him about his new inventions.

Also avoids telling Ortho all this bamboleo. He is too pure for this type of situation, let's not fill his head with indecent images of his brother.

Malleus

What a peculiar proposal, but it will be honored without a doubt.

He may have asked Lilia for instructions to abide by your proposal as well as possible… and Big Bear Mama Lilia may have asked him thousands of questions about it, perhaps embarrassing him a bit, but we will never know.

I have a slight suspicion that Malleus has a very rococo-style bathroom, in dark colors, but not necessarily black and green, do you understand?

Did you know those old tubs, from the Marie Antoinette years? Well, Malleus has one. He also has a shower, but to be honest, I see Malleus as a passionate lover, so the shower wouldn’t be in the game.

But, if you feel uncomfortable with the bathtub because it seems too much or you can’t step in (because, let's face it, hardly a person enters in that marble piece of furniture) then Malleus has no problem using the shower.

Whatever your decision is, the moment will be magical, and I mean it very seriously.

Our dragon daddy here would invoke any kind of magic to make the evening more enjoyable, like the little lights that fly around when Malleus is about to appear or disappear.

I recommend you don’t go around telling your intentions of take a shower with Malleus, we know that a certain lemon green hair is hanging around the corridors and he wouldn’t hesitate to listen to a conversation that has his young master as it’s center.

An uncomfortable moment if Sebek enter the bathroom screaming as always, demanding an explanation as to why a simple human is bathing with his young master.

[ghostkidsblog]

Does anyone know steven universe?

If you do, what gem do you think Finney or any of the boys would be ?

I was thinking Finney would be lapis but it doesn't exactly click and I'm having trouble on which gem he would be

I was thinking lapis because of her wings and how she could just fly out to space along with the way lapis tends to run away from conflict and is scared of what she could do, similar to how finney doesn't use violence to solve his problems and tends to sort of run away from them but usually uses a pacific route.

but then I thought of Pearl and how she handles certain things I would think Finney would handle.

Like pearl has issues with self esteem along with loving himself, she also tends to put others before herself like finney does.

Finney also tends to worry about every little thing like pearl does and pearl also is organized, has multiple plans for any occasion and her relationship with rose tends to have her be self sacrifice because of dear rose is to her. Finney seemed to be a self sacrifice character to me for some reason, that i can't put my finger on but to me he seems to have that characteristic.

Pearl and Finney have a similar personality traits but at same time finney also has some things similar to lapis.

Although if we look with lapis, lapis has major trust issues and tends to run away or push away her problems in the beginning, it also seems like she like pearl don't know her self worth, and I also think about lapis part with her containment in the mirror, like Finney she was taken and was trapped, the difference is that Finney managed to kill his kidnapper with the help of the dead victims and manages to get out after a week of being trapped.

while lapis was trapped in the mirror for how many years and was possibly tortured because she was mistaken to be part of the rebellion.

She needed help from Steven to pull her out (I also like to compare that both got out of their prison by having to communicate in a supernatural way and needed help from others to escape)

I think Finney would have the gem of lapis but has the same characteristics as pearl, I don't know really I'm still thinking, but I like to think he might be a mix of Pearl and lapis. If you have any ideas to add to this please tell me!

[ericspinkhair]

quarantine longings

pairing: best friend!kevin x fem!reader

word count: 3.2k

synopsis: you and your best friend have sex because quarantine made you horny

warnings: best friends to lovers, takes place during the pandemic, spoiler of 356 days (but not the end, just generally the plot), no use of condoms but only the pill, creampie, sexual fantasies, fingering, hand-job, sex, slight angst at the end if you squint

a/n: I would literally die for kevin, I love him so much. I'll be writing a multiple parts series about him after I'm done writing scenarios for every member first.

requests are open!

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you slammed your foot hard against the wall and cursed in pain. you hopped on one foot to your bed, holding your other leg in agony and tasted blood as you bit your lip to keep the volume of your suffering groans in check. someone knocked on the door.

'are you okay?' your roommate asked concerned.

'no, leave me alone, kevin,' you croaked out. you wanted to suffer by yourself.

there was an awkward silence and then you heard him sigh. soon after, the door next to your room closed shut.

why were you so frustrated, one might ask? well, the pandemic was kicking your butt and you just couldn't take it anymore. when the news of the virus had first spread, no one thought it would become this serious. but suddenly everyone was walking around with masks and spent most of their time staying at home.

after graduating high school, you and kevin had decided to move in together for college because both of you were broke and couldn't afford to live alone. you had been best friends since middle school and had been convinced that it was a smart idea at the time.

and everything went smoothly for the first one and a half years. however, after not seeing anyone else since the start of the pandemic over a year ago, it became increasingly difficult to share an apartment, but not in the way one might assume. you were neither sick of each other nor did you fight a lot. to tell the truth, it was quite the opposite.

earlier, before you had kicked the wall in anger, the two of you had painted together. kevin was majoring in art and, since you didn't have anything better to do, you joined him while he did projects for his classes. you might have been majoring in journalism but you had always liked drawing and painting, even though you weren't particularly skilled. you were a naturally clumsy person, always tripping over air and dropping things. today you were hecticly moving around your hands while telling him about a stupid video you had seen and you accidently let go of the brush in your hand. it hit the side of kevin's face, leaving a wide splodge of red paint on his right cheek.

to get back at you, he jerked his paint brush and splattered some green color on your white shirt. you saw this as a challenge and soon both of you were both drenched in the colors of the rainbow, laughing hysterically on the floor, not caring that you were spreading the paint on the poor carpet.

you turned your heads to look at each other and you felt absolutely in peace. you loved this man and couldn't be more glad that it was him and not anyone else you were stuck with inside of this apartment.

he stood up to take off his stained shirt and your smile quickly faded off your face. your lips slightly parted and you couldn't help but stare at his now exposed biceps and abs.

your mouth watered and you felt heat pooling between your legs as you took your time to study his architecture. thoughts about how badly you wanted him to thrust into you while his strong arms held you up invaded your mind. you tried to shake them off but it was impossible.

occasions like this were slowly becoming a common occurrence for you.

having mostly stayed inside for over a year, also meant that you didn't have sex for that long. it's not like you were the horniest person on the planet but you still had needs that were being neglected. with kevin being home all the time you didn't even dare to masturbate, scared that he would be able to hear you through the frustratingly thin walls. you must have gone insane with all the lust building up inside you and that's why you suddenly craved to have sex with your best friend. this whole thing was destroying everything. it was hard to act normal when he was making you this nervous and heated but you tried to pretend that everything was fine anyway for the sake of your friendship.

that was the reason why you were angry and had hurt yourself. you hated the way you felt about your best friend and you hated the pandemic for not giving you an outlet to escape so you could recollect yourself.

what you weren't aware of was that kevin was no stranger to the exact same frustration.

he would need more than his ten fingers and ten toes to be able to count the amount of times he had to run to the bathroom to hide his boner because he had done so much as look at you bend over or stretch. he didn't want to make you uncomfortable but it was a challenge to try and calm down his hormones.

whenever he jacked off, images of you flashed through his mind; your sweet curves and pink lips drove him insane.

last week, you two were cooking together and you had asked him to get the salt. he stood behind you to reach for it on the highest shelf. he was forced to press his crotch against your butt cheeks and his dick hardened against his will. he quickly handed you the salt, excused himself and ran off before you could figure out what had happened.

he might not have known the cause of your sudden outburst but he sympathized with your fury because he had a lot of pent up anger towards covid as well.

he lay in his bed and tried to focus on the book he was reading but he couldn't tune out the groans coming from the room next to his. he cursed.

'stop it!' he was panicking as he saw a familiar tent forming in his pants. your sounds triggered some weird perverted part of his brain that sent signals right to his genitals. his dick was hardening and he saw no other solution to his problem than to give in to his subconscious desires.

he pulled down his pants just far enough so that his cock had enough room to spring out. it only needed a few strokes before it stood tall and angry. kevin pressed his head into his pillow and moved his hand fast. he wanted to get over with it quickly. he emptied his cum on his stomach while imagining your greedy little mouth being stuffed by his cock. he lay there panting as yet another round of shame flushed over him.

'get yourself together,' he whispered, mentally slapping himself.

***

'do you want to order japanese or italian?' you asked kevin. today was friday which meant it was time for your weekly tradition of ordering take out and watching a movie.

'definitely italian. we've already had japanese for the past four days. I need something else for a change,' kevin complained and shuddered at the thought of having to eat sushi again. the japanese restaurant prepared absolutely delicious food but he just couldn't stand it anymore.

you laughed at his pained facial expression. 'fine, italian it is.'

within twenty minutes the doorbell rang and after about half a minute kevin came back with two huge boxes.

he opened them on the small table situated in front of your couch and the smell of freshly cooked pasta seasoned with basil made your stomach growl.

kevin wanted to dig in already but you stopped him. you had to choose a movie first.

'let's watch tall girl. I saw everyone hate on it on tiktok,' you suggested.

'I think we should watch 365 days, that was all over my for you page as well,' kevin argued. you hadn't heard of it so you weren't sure whether it would be the right movie for you. the rule was that it had to be as bad as possible.

'according to what I have heard, it's apparently even worse than 50 shades of grey,' kevin added which piqued your interest. the both of you had watched 50 shades about two months ago and you were honestly shocked by how awful it actually was. you couldn't understand why everyone had been so obsessed with it when it was first released. if 356 days was really worse, then you'd hit the jackpot. you clapped your hands.

'fine, you win. I swear if the movie isn't as horrible as you say it is then you owe me something!' he intertwined his pinky with yours to promise.

watching horrible movies was way better than watching good ones. making fun of bad storylines, stupid characters or horrible editing was one of your favorite past times.

'I guess I'll have to add are you lost, baby girl to the top 10 worst lines ever spoken. who thought ah yes this is sexy, let's have him repeat it over and over again', you complained, shoving some pasta into your mouth.

'so he's like I won't do anything without your permission while he is literally groping her boobs against her will, like make it make sense, massimo', added kevin, ruffling his hair in frustration. he almost completely forgot about the food.

'so let me get this straight: he drugged her, kidnapped her, tied her up, hung up a painting of her just because he saw her face when his dad was shot?'

'totally relatable.' both of you giggled.

you were enjoying complaining about the plot. it was horrible.

there were plenty of erotic scenes but they were honestly so funny and kinda gross that you could bare it without really being affected by them. kevin, on the other hand, had placed a pillow over his hard-on to hide the embarrassing fact that these terrible, smutty scenes had turned him on.

and then the infamous boat scene came.

massimo and laura had a huge fight, she fell of the boat, he saved her and now she was suddenly so in love with him that she begs him to fuck her. which he does.

you felt your panties become increasingly wet as the couple had steaming hot sex.

'this is embarrassing but I'm so horny,' you admitted but in a way that should have suggested that you meant it as a joke. something about this statement stirred something in kevin.

'well, what can I say?' he replied and lifted the pillow. your pupils widened at the sight of your best friend's bulge.

his eyes darkened and he looked at you with lust clearly written on his face. you reciprocated his stare with the same intensity. you tried to focus on his dark brown orbs instead of his boner but the image you had just seen was present in your mind.

his gaze shifted to your lips and, before you knew it, kevin climbed above you and pressed your back flat onto the couch.

your lips locked and you immediately buried your hands in his hair to pull him closer. you moved in sync, his lips fitting perfectly onto yours. you bucked your hips up against his crotch and earned a moan from kevin. he opened his eyes in shock as realization hit him. he quickly pulled away and jumped off the coach.

'I'm so sorry, y/n. I shouldn't have just done that. I don't know what came over me,' he apologized profusely, staring at his feet. did he really think that you didn't want this?

'give me your hand,' you told him and held out your hand.

'why?' he raised his eyebrows in confusion. you rolled your eyes.

'just do it.'

you took his hand and led it to your crotch.

'what are you- oh my god.' your juices had completely soaked through your panties and your sweatpants. 'you are so wet.'

'for you,' you added. 'there's no need to apologize. I'm literally begging you to continue.'

you didn't have to say that twice before he pulled you closer to him by your hips and engaged you in another desperate kiss. his hands were groping your butt while you let yours slide under his hoodie. you felt his naked skin and toned abs, as you rubbed his stomach. you lowered your hands and bravely palmed his boner through his clothes.

'y/n,' he hissed out against your lips. you hooked your thumbs in the elastic of his pants and underwear, and pushed the material down to his thighs. he struggled to get them off.

you stroked his hard dick as he slipped his hand into your panties to massage your pussy at the same time.

he slipped one finger inside and began working it in and out. you finally were getting the relief you had been desperately craving for for so long. kevin was skilled and your walls were trying to swallow his slim finger. you were quickly coming close to your orgasm after having abstained for more than a year. you pulled his hand out.

'I bet you can make me come even better with your dick,' you challenged kevin.

'you bet I will.' he was confident.

'let me just look for a condom.' he was already turning away to go search in his room but you held him back by the arm.

'forget about it. I'm on the pill and I want you raw. I want you to come inside me and not spill into a stupid condom.'

the idea of this sounded very tempting to kevin. he picked you up and threw you back onto the couch, drawing your hips closer to him so he could pull off all the pieces of clothing that were hindering him from accessing your pussy.

he propped up his arms next to your sides and spread your thighs apart. strings of arousal were hanging from your folds and he saw your hole desperately clench around nothing. his dick hurt from how much he wanted to finally be inside of you. he wanted to find out how close he had been able to imagine how you would feel around him.

your hole took him in easily, welcoming him happily by embracing it tightly. kevin swore he could've cum right here and there.

he went slow at first to give you a chance to adjust but you were already fully ready, rocking your hips forward to meet his thrusts.

he crashed your mouths together and you kissed him like he was oxygen and you were short of air. you smiled and your eyes rolled back, satisfied with how things had played out today and the prospects of coming looked fairly promising.

desperate for release, kevin picked up the pace, his eyes closed while fucking into you like a horny animal. he couldn't help himself and all the 'faster's and 'harder's spilling from your mouth only encouraged him to drive himself deeper into you.

you wrapped your legs around his torso in an attempt to regain the control you were losing.

'fuck fuck fuck,' you cursed, feeling your muscles starting to contract. kevin brushed away some hair that was stuck to your sweaty forehead.

'it's fine, I'm coming too,' he announced and it took only a few more thrusts before a body shaking orgasm flushed over you, making you see only white. this drove kevin over the edge too and he spilled inside you, filling you up with his hot cum. he continued to slowly ease his dick in and out of you, fucking his semen right back into you until you had ridden out both of your orgasms. he let himself fall onto the couch right next to you, panting hard.

'I very much needed this,' you sighed in content.

'same, I wasn't sure whether I could hold out any longer without having a proper orgasm.' he watched his cum drip out of you.

'we should've thought of this sooner,' you said. 'this was a great idea.'

kevin hummed in agreement.

***

so now you and kevin were having sex on a regular basis, your high score being five times in a day. it felt good to finally live out your sexuality and not having to restrict yourself. sure, you guys did it more than necessary but it was a great way to pass time and it felt fucking amazing.

today you had done it in the shower after waking up, then on the kitchen counter and you had just finished having sex in his bed.

he was spooning you from behind, his cock still placed inside of you. he nuzzled his nose into your neck.

'stop, that tickles,' you chuckled.

'sorry.'

after a while of comfortable silence you heard him let out a big sigh.

'what's wrong?' you asked as he pulled out of you. you turned around to be able to look at him.

'I don't think I can do it like this anymore,' he confessed.

'what do you mean?' you asked. 'are you talking about us having sex?'

he nodded. your heart dropped and you started feeling dizzy. you tried to search for answers in his eyes but he avoided looking at you.

'w-why?' you stuttered, trying to hold back the tears that were welling up in your eyes.

'it was amazing at first,' he started and finally raised his head to meet your gaze, 'and I went into it without much thought. I went crazy during quarantine and began fantasizing about having sex with you. then it became reality but now I understand that was probably wrong of me. I've always thought of myself as a gentleman, yet I slept with you without much thought. you see, my issue is this…'

suspense hung in the air and you were impatiently waiting for him to get to the point.

'I like you.'

you quietly gasped in surprise. you had been expecting him to say you were bad at sex and that he regretted everything but not this.

'I shouldn't be sleeping with you unless you were my girlfriend,' he finished off his ramble. you felt immensely relieved.

'do you want me to?' you asked him.

'want you to what?' kevin was confused. he had been a hundred percent sure you'd immediately jump out of the bed in disgust when he confessed.

'be your girlfriend. after all, I like you too, you moron.' you realized that you had known this for a while. you might have even been crushing on your best friend since way before the pandemic struck but it was kind of hard to track your feelings. still, you were sure you liked him too. now that he had admitted his feelings, you were able to admit yours not only to him but to yourself as well.

'wow, I didn't expect this,' kevin confessed surprised. you laughed.

'yeah, we should've realized this sooner.' he pulled you closer and kissed you. it was different than the other times. his lips moved softly against yours, in contrast to all of your rough and passionate kisses you had exchanged these past few weeks. he conveyed his emotions through the kiss.

'you're ready again?' you groaned as you felt kevin's dick harden against your upper thigh. he chuckled.

'sorry, you just turn me on so much.'

so then you did it for the fourth time. that day, you set a new record of having sex six times. you might have been happy now but still just as horny.