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Merry Christmas

Probably the only fic for the week. I hope everyone has a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year's

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Eunha X Mreader

“Rudolph the rednosed reindeer/ Had a very shiny nose/ and if you ever saw it/ you would even say it glows,” Eunha sings as she decorates the house, preparing for you to come home. She checks the mirror and puts on her Santa hat, making sure she looks good. It was Christmas night, and she wanted to give you a present. That present would be her, but she wanted to make it seem like she had gotten you something. She was going to become Eunha Claus for a moment. She had bought some sheer pink lingerie and put it on under her clothes. Eunha was excited; it would be the first Christmas you'd spend together, and she wanted to make it special. The young lady continued humming along to the Christmas song, ensuring everything was perfect. She had dinner cooking and could finally relax. Eunha sat on the couch, but having so much energy made her antsy. She patted her lap while looking around the living room. She filled her mouth with air, causing her cheeks to puff outwards. Eunha stood up again; she couldn't sit down and do nothing. She checked everything in the house and was in the kitchen staring at the food cooking in the oven as the door began to open. Eunha stood up in a panic and hurried to meet you at the front door. From the front hallway, you’re startled when Eunha suddenly slides into view, her arms outstretched.

“Merry Christmas!” She shouts, her Santa hat falling off her head as she comes to a stop. “Ah,” Eunha picks up her hat, resting it on her head. “Welcome home!” You see Eunha’s gummy smile, her bunny teeth seemingly shining. 

You hug Eunha, “I think you’d be better as an elf.” Eunha puffs her cheeks at you, her brows furrowing to show her displeasure. Your short joke was unappreciated. You laugh, bringing Eunha into a tight hug. Eunha wraps her arms around you, her frown turning back into a smile. “What have you been up to, Eunha?”

“Let me show you!” Eunha grabs your hand and drags you to the living room, stopping just as you’re about to reach it. “Close your eyes. No peeking.” She says. You huff and do as you’re told. Eunha steps behind you and covers your eyes with her hands to add extra security. You hold back a chuckle as you imagine her on her tippy toes, trying not to fall as she covers your eyes. “Go forward already; I can’t do this forever.” She whines. You walk slowly, feeling Eunha’s weight on your back as she uses you for support. “Stop here. Okay, open your eyes.” You open them and see pitch black. 

“Eunha…you’re still covering my eyes.”

“Oh, sorry,” Eunha says, finally uncovering your eyes. Eunha pops up in front of you; your living room is completely decorated. There was some temporary spray on the windows, giving them a frosted look. The Christmas tree in the corner was finely decorated with lights and a big gold star on top. “I did a good job, didn’t I?” Eunha says proudly with her hands on her hips. She blinks quickly and has a smirk on her face, giving her an air of superiority. “And I have food cooking.” She adds in as an extra detail. 

You pinch Eunha’s cheek, “You did so much.” Eunha pushes her lips out; it was her silly way of asking for a kiss. You give her a kiss and wrap your arms around her again. She nuzzles your chest in response.

“Do you like my outfit? I’m Eunha Claus.” You chuckle at her name. “Don’t laugh!” She whines, stomping her feet.

“You look cute.” You say with a laugh. “Does Eunha Claus have a present for me?”

“I have a special present for you, but you can only open after dinner.” You see Eunha’s nose move as she sniffs the air. “The food is nearly done!” She yells before marching into the kitchen. You watch her disappear into the kitchen before heading to the bedroom to change into more comfortable clothes. When you come back, you pop your head into the dining room and see Eunha placing the food onto plates; you can see the satisfied look on her face. It makes you happy. You step into the room and help Eunha plate everything before the two of you begin eating. 

Once your meal is done, you clean up together. You bump Eunha with your hip. “When am I getting my present Eunha Claus?” Eunha looks down as she’s washing the next plate. You see a sly smile on her face.

“Do you really want your present?” 

“Of course.” 

“Okay, then follow me; we can finish cleaning tomorrow.” Eunha puts down her plate and takes your hand as she leads you to the bedroom. Her small hand squeezes yours gently as she opens the door. “You wait here. I’m going to get into something more comfortable.” You see her sweet smile and follow along, sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for her to return. Eunha heads to the bathroom and strips off her clothes. She looks at herself in the mirror before looking back at her christmas attire. She puts on the red shawl she has worn and wears her Santa hat. She gives herself a satisfied look before heading back to the bedroom.

She cracks open the door and peeks in. “Close your eyes.” She says shyly; you notice how quietly she said it compared to earlier.” You close your eyes, and once she sees that Eunha walks in, she tip-toes closer to you and eventually sits on your lap. She wraps one of your arms around herself, leaving it on her shoulder. Grabbing the other, she places it on her thigh. You can feel a thin, smooth fabric. Clueing you into the fact she changed into something.

“Can I open my eyes yet?” 

“Not yet,” Eunha says before kissing your cheek. Her soft lips linger on it before she presses them back against your skin. “You work so hard for us all year. I’m happy to have you with me.” You feel Eunha press against your body, her arms wrapping around your neck. “You’re the best gift I could have ever gotten. I wouldn’t- I don’t need anything else as long as I have you.” You feel Eunha’s lips on your cheek again. A second later, you feel them on your lips. You squeeze Eunha’s thigh without thinking, making her give a slight moan. You feel her breath on your face, “You can open your eyes now.” As you open your eyes, you first see Eunha’s cute face; she is still wearing the hat. You smile at each other before your eyes begin to move down her body. The red shawl she’s wearing does little to hide her lingerie. The bra she had on was white and lacy, and Eunha’s pink nipple was easily visible behind it. Moving down Eunha’s move stomach, you eventually reach her panties and garter belt. Their design matched Eunha’s bra. Then there were the sheer white stockings; they stopped around the middle of Eunha’s thigh. Eunha looked gorgeous. 

You slowly move back up her body until you meet Eunha’s eyes again. “Merry Christmas.” She says softly. “D-do you like your gift?” She asks with a stutter. Eunha rarely got shy like this; you could see her cheeks becoming rosy. 

You move your hand from Eunha’s thigh and cup her cheek, “I love it.” Kissing Eunha, she happily welcomes it. Your arm begins to move to her back, slowly unlatching her bra. Eunha doesn’t notice until it slips off her and falls onto her lap. She looks at you with a little shock before a toothy smile spreads across her face. You cup one of her tits, giving it a gentle squeeze. You felt it respond; Eunha’s flesh moved between your fingers until you let go. Her soft, warm mounds felt amazing. You could feel Eunha’s nipple becoming harder as you felt up her tits. The small woman released light moans and craned her neck back. You took advantage of that, pressing your lips against it. You gave Eunha soft kisses, making her coo.

“You’re supposed to feel good too.” Eunha moans. “Let me make you feel good.” Eunha places her hands on your chest and makes you lie back on the bed. She climbs off your lap and kneels on the floor. Getting herself comfortable, she grabs the waistband of your pants and pulls them down, leaving you in your underwear. Eunha can’t help but smile as she sees your bulge. She was happy to see you get hard because of her. Pulling down your underwear next, she sees your cock swing free from its constraints.  Eunha’s small hand wraps around it, moving to the base before going toward the tip.

You groan, letting Eunha know how much you enjoyed her touch. Eunha lets you go momentarily, spitting into her hand before she grabs your cock again. Eunha’s hand slid along your shaft now, making you groan more. Seeing you with so much pleasure made Eunha happy. She felt like she was doing a good job and wanted more. Eunha moves her hand slightly, giving her small tongue just enough space to move along the underside of your cock. You could feel the tip of her tongue rub against the head of your cock. It sent a shiver down your spine. Eunha shuffles closer and licks you again. Leaning in, Eunha slowly wraps her lips around the head of your cock; her hand moves down your shaft and gives you small strokes while she uses her mouth. Eunha’s tiny tongue takes its time moving around your head; it is agonizingly slow.  Eunha takes in more of your cock, beginning to bob her head. You lean up and look at Eunha; she gives you an innocent look. One that turns you on, considering her naughty actions.

Eunha's warm mouth feels like heaven; you love how her tongue drags along the underside as she bobs her head. You can hear her occasionally slurp as she tries to keep her saliva from leaving her mouth. Eunha’s hand doesn’t stop moving either; it moves at a consistent pace. It felt like she was trying to milk you. You feel your orgasm coming and warn Eunha, “I’m going to cum, Eunha.” She locks eyes with you and gives you a nod, telling you to cum in her mouth. Eunha moves back, keeping your tip in her mouth and running her tongue over the middle. You throw your head back as you cum; it spurts into Eunha’s mouth, hitting her tongue before she swallows it. Eunha’s gentle sucking makes you moan her name. The salty liquid hit Eunha’s tongue, and she ate it without a problem. She placed the tip of her tongue against the head, letting your cum shoot onto it to make it easier for her. Eunha saved the final drops of cum; she opened her mouth to show you before drinking it. 

Eunha climbs onto the bed and over you. She straddles you, your cock between her lower lips and your stomach. With her hands on your chest, she kisses your cheek. “I’m ready.”  Eunha lifts herself off you and moves her panties to the side; you notice how wet she is. Eunha grasps your cock and rubs it against her lips, covering it in her juices. You both groan from the slight bits of pleasure. 

You place your hands on her hips, “I’m ready too, Eunha.” Eunha presses your cock against her entrance while you drag her body down onto it. You can feel her lips part and swallow your cock. Her walls rub and nudge the sides of your cock as she sinks lower. “Ah, you’re going too deep.” Eunha moans as she finally rests against your pelvis. Her arms give out, and she rests her head against your chest. “You’re so deep.” She repeats. You kiss Eunha while running one of your hands along her back. You pepper Eunha’s forehead with kisses until she gathers her strength. She rises slowly, feeling your cock move inside her. Eunha lifts herself slowly before dropping back onto your cock. She groans loudly, placing one hand on her lower stomach. “I can feel you right here.” She moans, lifting herself again. Not wanting Eunha to do all the work, you begin thrusting from below her. Eunha’s moans stream through as she feels your cock move in and out of her. Her walls are holding you tightly as you move inside her. You lean up and capture Eunha’s lip, thrusting all the while. You’re sending shocks through Eunha’s body, each thrust making her shudder. You take in every inch of Eunha’s body, from her bouncing breasts to the look of ecstasy on her face. 

“I’m cumming.” Eunha whines as she bounces on your cock. You feel her walls tightening around you, squeezing your cock. 

“I’m going to cum too, Eunha. Where…” You don’t finish your question; moans fill the room. Eunha wraps her arms around you, slamming herself onto your cock, making it stir her insides. 

“Inside, do it inside. That’s your present!” Eunha cries as she cums. You feel her walls clamp down on your cock as she impales herself on your cock. You let go and cum inside of Eunha, staining her walls white as you fill her. You and Eunha hold each other as you meet for another kiss. Your tongues play with each other as you ride out your orgasm. “Can we stay like this for the night?” Eunha asks quietly.

You kiss Eunha’s cheek before you respond. “Of course. Let’s move up, though.”  You move further back onto the bed and manage to throw a blanket over yourselves. “You’re the best gift I’ve ever gotten, Eunha. I’ll treasure you forever.” You kiss Eunha one more time, “Merry Christmas.” Eunha smiles back at you, her face full of joy. She lays her head on your chest; you can feel her chest rising and hear her take a deep breath.

“Merry Christmas.”

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

not allowed xv, m | myg, jjk

pairing(s): est. poly relationship – yoongi x reader x jungkook

summary: Ah, yes, Christmas. What does this time make you think of? Giving thoughtful gifts? Aggressively festive songs? Milk and Kookie cookies? Ah, how silly of me, you're right. Your fuck-versary! That faithful day Min Yoongi sent you Jeon Jungkook as a, ahem, v horny Christmas gift. How should we celebrate? ;)

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; everyone is horny and has heart-eyes; feels+smut (fem reader, detailed m-receiving oral + tongue technology, all the kisses, various sex acts and multiple orgasms); idol!BTS - Yoongi x reader x Jungkook; reader is JK’s noona; 2022 Christmas; based on real time

part of ‘not allowed’ series, but can be read alone. basic summary: your bf asked JK to fuck you, twice, and then on the regular. blue haired JK. 2021 YG birthday, ‘Butter’, wiyllt remix. new skill acquired, JK’s sheer pj punishment, 2021 JK birthday, during PTD in LA, 2022 HNY, 2022 YG birthday, PTD in LV, 2022 JK birthday

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“You would think...” For someone who could barely breathe at the moment, you were speaking evenly and casually. Calm under pressure. Most of the time. “That Jeon Jungkook is the bad boy, with all the tattoos and the motorcycle and that insanely sexy stage presence, but, actually, it’s Min Yoongi who hasn’t changed one bit.”

Said man only needed one hand to pin down your wrists as he straddled your chest. He had long fingers and they were very dexterous. He tilted his head with the lazy lift of an eyebrow, his thick, luscious black hair framing his fair face in seductive waves that glowed from the overhead lights. Normally that kind of lighting was quite unflattering, but this was SUGA of BTS. He defied all logic.

Also, Yoongi had a great dermatologist.

“That kid is a bad boy,” he replied, deep voice low and steady, his tongue tracing his upper lip slowly. He must have been taking your advice and remembering to use lip balm this winter. Good on him. “He never listens, he’s loud except when he’s supposed to be entertaining for the camera, which is then apparently prime time for napping, and, worst of all…”

You smiled. Couldn’t really move much anyway. Yoongi placed his free hand on the elastic waistband of his black joggers and looked rather peeved, which only further amused you.

“He’s late.”

He closed in his thighs, yanked his pants down, and shoved his hard cock into your open mouth.

What was better than a partridge in a pear tree?

Dick, duh.

You liked to suck dick at all angles. There were advantages to each one, but flat on your back with Yoongi leaning forward to let gravity sink him as far as possible into your throat was up there as a favorite. The whole holding down both your wrists with one hand with his other clutching the headboard was more for horny aesthetics than it was for practicality. You didn’t need your hands anyway. You expertly curled your tongue around his length, feeling him all over and licking his balls, listening to him moan as he pressed his hips forward even more, sucking in a tight breath as your throat closed in around him.

His weight was off your chest now, but you still couldn’t breathe.

You didn’t mind, really.

“Fuck…”

You ran your tongue from his balls touching your lower lip to the back of your throat, underneath the pulsing head and across the slit, really having to work for that as you felt the sides of your neck relax and expand a bit to make room for him. Rubbed in slow circles, precise and confident.

You opened one eye.

Yoongi was looking down at you. Black-brown eyes narrowed, breathing hard.

“Show-off,” he muttered.

Oh, yeah, and you aren’t?

Instead of answering your wordless question, he started fucking your face.

Slow, stable, deliberate. Matching his breathing. Too fast and that would risk making you cough or hurting you. It didn’t feel good if the pace was too quick anyway. He wanted to feel everything your mouth was doing, from the viscosity of your saliva, to your throat muscles massaging him, to your powerful tongue continuously moving, all of it creating a warm, wet sleeve to slide into every time he descended. Pleasure was better when savored.

Yoongi savored every second.

You crossed your legs and let your mouth and neck do all the work. Still fully clothed, letting your boyfriend face-fuck you also still mostly clothed, save for his pants and underwear halfway down his thighs, doing this while waiting for your other boyfriend to arrive.

Had to kill time somehow.

Yoongi growled deep in his chest. Sinful pleasure laced in the carnal sound. You sneaked a peek to see his eyes closed, his head lowered and almost touching the wall, soft pink lips open, warm breath floating down, his hand flat against the headboard. He was holding himself up with his knees, one by the right side of your head and the other under your left arm.

Maybe not the most visually pleasing angle for someone watching, but it was the best angle to get that deep suck, you know?

You brought the sides of your cheeks inward, tightening around his slick, hard shaft, pushing the sensitive, velvety head against the roof of your mouth with your tongue. His breathing was becoming irregular, laced with lust, climbing for the high. He didn’t let you control the pace. You would have made him orgasm a lot faster if you had more autonomy. It was already too fast for him. You could tell he was close by the way his eyebrows furrowed and his increasingly annoyed scowl.

“Fuck… Fuck, feels too fucking good…”

You probably shouldn’t have been turned on by your own power, but, oh well.

You lifted your head to follow his rhythm, your nimble tongue drifting from side-to-side to create additional stimulation and Yoongi hissed, fuck you, under his breath, fully aware you were in control despite him being the one driving his dick halfway down your throat. Your lips closed tight around him, additional softness rubbing against the base of the head. Your jaw and neck were definitely feeling the muscle strain, but honestly his slower pace had eased the worst of it.

This was why it was important to warm-up before every workout.

“Gonna cum… ah…”

Your name tumbling from his mouth in a soft, exasperated sigh, his head rising and tipping back, his hips thrusting down and shooting into wet tightness. Thick, twitching spurts flooding the back of your throat, closing your eyes to focus on the taste, strong and intense and now yours. Swallowing and feeling him shudder. The hand on the headboard curling and turning into a fist, whole body trembling with waves of uncontrollable ecstasy that was both orgasm and the additional stimulation of your tongue softly stroking his still-hard cock.

He let go of your wrists and placed both hands on the above the headboard, the crown of his head hitting the wall as he panted, barely holding himself up as you continued nonchalantly sucking his dick. His black hair was so long now that it covered his face, dark waves shrouding his eyes, leaving you to stare at the bottom of his chin and his open mouth, raspy exhales trickling down. You could breathe a little better now, considering he wasn’t at maximum hardness.

You heard the front door click open and then close.

Yoongi didn’t even move.

“Brr, it’s cold outsi–Hey! Come on, hyung! That’s not allowed on Christmas!”

“You’re late,” the older man grunted, his tone rough and deep. Still facing the wall as you settled your hands on his tense thighs, pulling his pants down some more so you could lap at his balls in addition to his cock. “At least be on time for Christmas.”

“Noona!”

…

You didn’t respond, mostly because you had dick in your mouth.

Honestly, it was almost strange. For many years, you had spent Christmas alone, keeping the television on with the various year-end shows playing continuously. Might as well work overtime during the holiday and watch the BTS performances when they came on. Making money wasn’t so bad. You didn’t give yourself time to be upset about seeing your boyfriend on-screen rather than having him beside you half-asleep with his phone dumped into your lap. It was what it was. Then, everything slowed down, with the pandemic and all.

And then, Yoongi gave you Jeon Jungkook as a present.

Sort of.

Well, the maknae had wanted to make out with your face for a while. The feeling was mutual, not that you were going to take it that far until Jungkook started stripping right in front of your bulging eyeballs (it had taken you a while to fully register that Yoongi was serious about this, ahem, gift). Now that you thought about it, Christmastime could be considered the… anniversary of Jungkook and you banging.

Your fuck-versary?

Sure.

It was weird to think this was normal now, sitting up after Yoongi climbed off you and scooting down into the warm and fierce embrace of Jeon Jungkook. Almost surreal, kissing that underlip mole and nuzzling his cheek, your thighs around his waist with too many layers of fabric in-between – Jungkook liked being a fabric mountain, heh – playfully knocking off his oversized bucket hat and sending his black hair fluffing out, covering his face in messy waves.

“Did you miss me, noona?”

“Of course, with your work being all hush-hush and you refuse to post even minuscule photos on Instagram, you punk.”

The younger man just laughed mischievously, because he was indeed a bad boy.

There was a time, not that long ago, when you sat alone during the holidays. Always a busy time for BTS, hustling hard when they were younger, and even busier in their rising popularity. Seeing all the photos of their smiling faces at extravagant award shows, and you had accepted that this was how life would be. You didn’t want anybody but Min Yoongi. Okay, fine. Maybe as the years went on a certain Golden Maknae was catching your eye too. Anyway! The point was, you didn’t feel upset or lonely, because this was the life Yoongi wanted, and you wanted Yoongi to have the life he wanted. You didn’t live your life yearning for what could be, but rather in the abundance of what you had (plus, you never a bad photo of Yoongi, ever, ARMY was too talented and he was too handsome).

Also, you, cough, had too many photos of Jeon Jungkook for some mysterious reason.

Yoongi noticed and he did something about it.

As for the life you wanted?

Well, for you, that life wasn’t what, but who.

You held Jungkook’s face in your hands. Your fingers fanning over his cheeks, and he beamed at you, starry brown eyes and infectious bunny-like smile. You smiled back, staring into those windows of a (superstar) glowing soul, enjoying this meaningful silence.

A fluttery feeling in your chest.

Soaring.

High like the moon, rock–

Yoongi’s mockingly disapproving face appeared over Jungkook’s shoulder, frowning at you with accompanying frowny eyebrows.

“Gross. He’s making you soft.”

You weren’t bothered.

“Someone sounds j-e-l-l-y, JK.”

The youngest snickered. “Big time jelly.”

Someone sounded grumpy. “You’re aging backwards.”

But before Yoongi could escape in faux disgust, your hand shot out and you dragged him back, running your touch over his cheek and into his luscious black hair. His inhale catching. Closer, twisting your body to bring your lips centimeters from his, meeting a falsely indifferent expression. Reading him, clear as day. Your lashes lowered, slowly trailing back up, locking eyes, taking his breath away with the way you looked at hm.

“I love admiring you too, Yoongi.”

Something shimmered in those dark feline eyes. Stop acting so suave. The corner of your lips quirked up, the hint of a wicked smirk. His cheek twitched, trying to find the right words to wrongly tease you again, but nothing came out.

You fully smirked, open-mouthed and familiar.

Yoongi leaned as far forward as Jungkook’s broad shoulder would allow him to.

“You only get away with this behavior because you’re so fucking beautiful and I love you,” he whispered, dangerous and low and smokey, binding you up with his words.

Thankfully, you didn’t mind these ropes.

“Don’t forgot to add how well I suck dick,” you purred, grinning.

Yoongi chuckled and escaped your hand, giving Jungkook back his moments with you.

You turned back to meet narrowed eyes and a childish pout.

“How come every time you look at hyung, the horny in the air increases to four-hundred percent? What’s all the sexy for?” Jungkook grumbled, squeezing your waist, his questions actually meaning, give me some of that sexy!

You rested your elbows on his shoulders and advanced, foxy smile dancing on your lips.

“Uh oh, possessive-perilla-leaf boy is coming out,” you teased.

The Golden Maknae puffed his cheeks. “I mean… You’re mine too,” he mumbled defensively.

You stroked his ear with your knuckles. “Mhm.” Exhale, letting your breath warm his cool cheek. Your lips grazing his skin, and those downcast eyes darted up, his inhale stilling as your fingernail trailed over the curve his ear, toying with his earrings. Light kisses, barely there. He shivered under them, anticipation building, gripping your waist in his large hands, and then your mouth was by his ear, speaking so softly that even he could barely hear.

“I love being yours.”

His tiny gasp getting lost in his throat. Your teeth nicking the curve of his ear. Your tongue dragging down his neck, leaving a thin wet line and following it with kisses. Faint whimper when your hands traveled all over his body. Through his hair, down his shoulders, over his arms, his sides, across his back, occasionally digging your nails in, clawing at the fabric between your touch and his skin, a graceful feral, and Jungkook was falling into that state too, reaching between your bodies, fervently pushing up hems, almost desperate.

It was coming.

Something they all had to do.

It made these memories all the more intense. You were already two people too passionate about giving their all, but even more so now as each of the dates were slowly being set.

You didn’t just kiss Jungkook. You made love to his lips. To that trembling mouth and flickering tongue, layering soft and rough, unpredictable and exciting pattern. Breathing in his clean scent, enriching the moment. The same attention to his skin, pressing your kiss to the mole on his nose, to the mole under his lower lip, the one his cheek, his neck, all over him. Hands memorizing his skin, the softness of his hair, the solidness of his fingers interlocking with yours. Every detail. All the little things, the weight of his body over yours, his laugh fluttering between shared kisses, his needy whine when your hand travelled up his inner thigh, pleading you to give him more.

The way Jungkook looked at you.

I love being yours.

In every kiss, every caress, every shared glance. Those heavenly brown eyes spoke to you as much as his body did, so obvious and natural that even he wasn’t aware that you were reading him. To him, it was magic that you knew what he wanted. You responded to his visceral desires, pushing him down on the bed and trailing love down his chest, kisses and nicks and licks, closer and closer, bringing your lips to hot, taut skin.

Your name in that silvery voice.

Promising you, always with you, still with you even if he was busy travelling the world or performing his duties.

You assured him that you heard his promise, pouring everything you were into these moments. Intense, alive, present, never taking any second of time for granted, filling those seconds with an many sensations as you could physically possibly do. Throat, tongue, lips. Your body against his tense legs, fingertips across his abs, nails digging into his sides, piercing gaze witnessing those distinctively handsome features overcome with pleasure, biting back his whines and thrusting into your mouth, losing himself in your controlling, measured pace.

You being on top meant Jungkook couldn’t escape.

You could make him cum whenever you wanted.

“Ooooh… f-fuck!”

Twice.

One after the other.

While watching Yoongi appreciate your hard work in between orgasms.

Knowing smirk, amused.

Jungkook was gripping the sheets and gasping, body flinching under your hands, moans tumbling from his chest as you licked around his length and swallowed leisurely, crying out softly at the sensitivity and then trying to cover it up by biting his lower lip, silver ring gleaming at the edge, his eyes squeezed shut and his black hair all over his face.

“N-Noona, please… please…”

Jungkook cracked his eyes open. You gazed back at him, swirling your tongue around the pulsating head, soft but firm, wordlessly asking, hm? Unbothered, of course.

Those big peepers begged, I’m just a man!

You gradually licked upwards, popping your lips off him, enjoying his little gasp.

“Very tasty today. You must be eating well,” you commented.

Pink blossomed over his cheeks. “I… I haven’t cum since the last time we f-fucked…”

“That’s your fault.”

Big pout. “You’re busy too!”

“Not as busy as you.”

“This is a riveting argument,” a raspy voice cut in, reminding Jungkook that his hyung was, yup, right beside him. Pink became bright red. “But I’m still horny, so, scoot up.”

All embarrassment disappeared a few minutes later when your lips were on Jungkook’s once more, with your hand around his once again rock-hard length and bouncing forward from Yoongi thrusting into your tight, dripping pussy, fluster replaced with lust and love. Drowning in the high, electric and sensual. Body to body to body. Messy kisses, tangled limbs, hotter than hot, aching for more. Your thighs around Jungkook’s waist, loud smacks of crotch to crotch as your rode him with Yoongi’s hands all over your breasts and his skillful lips on your neck, pinching your nipples with every love bite, driving you to the edge again and again and again, one more, and the limit was not enough, one more, your shivering, slick walls clenching around two of Yoongi’s fingers, fast and hard and rough, one more, then Jungkook’s, clutching his tattooed forearm, admiring the crisp inked lines and hard muscle as he fingered you, rubbing your clit at the same time, a symphony of moans with every orgasm, saturating the air with thick, heavy lust.

You loved them.

You told them with every kiss, every caress, every shared glance.

Breathless and spent, and, despite that, I love you.

You kissed Min Yoongi, holding him to you, a love deeper than the ocean, harmony in darkness that only he and you could understand.

You kissed Jeon Jungkook, holding him to you, a love that seemed to be expanding faster than the universe itself, energetic and endless.

“I love you.”

Whispers within walls. A forever secret, but you didn’t mind at all, because you had everything, right here, the life you wanted not in what but in who, interlocking fingers, one guitar-scarred hand and a tattooed one. Good thing you had two hands so you could hold both, and you did, tightly, blazingly warm inside despite the freezing cold outside.

No gifts needed, just happiness.

What?

Okay, fine.

And sex.

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drabble before the solo tour, time is slipping away

part xvi "I would never do anything that is not allowed."

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masterpost

[websterss]

𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 — 𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐘𝐀𝐌 𝐒𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐘 

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: A night full of studying turns into a night of dancing.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): None, a lil bit of angst, fluff

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 4,492

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Human!Neteyam Sully x fem!Reader au

𝐀/𝐍: I hope you like it everyone! This is heavily inspired by Step Up 2. lmfao  This is the first song playing as they enter the club. FLO - Fly Girl ft. Missy Elliott. The song that Neteyam and Y/n dance to is this one. Ayra Starr - Rush 

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

What you thought would be a night with your face stuck in a history textbook took a turn when quiet raps came from your window. You pushed yourself up into a sitting position, squinting in confusion. You look at your bed side clock which read along the lines of 9:05. You get up to inspect the sudden raps after another set collides against your window. You draw open the blinds, expecting a burglar or thief wanting to break in, but the two faces pleading for entry causes your shoulders to drop. You scoff and roll your eyes at the two girls. You reach up for the latch and flip the locks open, the girls helping you slide up the window slowly, wincing as it gives a faint squeak.

“What the hell are you doing here?” You question as they not so smoothly climb inside your bedroom.

“We could ask you the same thing-” Kiri groans as she swings her head under your window, then stands tall in your room. 

“I told you I had homework.” You pout, gesturing to the disarray of papers and sprawl combination of your notebooks and textbook. 

“And we told you to be ready by 9...” Kiri lifts her flip phone up to your face. “It’s 9:05 now and you’re not ready.” She flops onto your bed, moving your papers aside as to not crumble them.

“Holy shit-” Tsireya curses, a faint laugh leaving her body as she enters. She touches her head hoping her hair didn’t mess up. You furrow your brows at your friends, taking in their attire. Tsireya dawned a turquoise dress, whereas Kiri wore a thin tank top with cargo pants. Shoes acceptable for what you could assume for one thing. “Why aren’t you dressed?” Tsireya eyes your very comfortable sweater and pajama pants. You frown looking down. Your toes curl inside your fuzzy socks. “You didn’t tell her.” Tsireya sucks her teeth at Kiri.

“I’m not going!” You butt in.

“What? No, no, no. You swore-” Kiri sits up.

“I did no such thing!” You gave her a pointed look. 

“You have to come okay! We were just there with the guys and we were right!” Kiri exclaims. You turn to look at her curiously. “Okay...Spider got us in.” Your eyes widen.

“You’re lying...Kiri don’t fucking play with me, girl!” You rush over to her and grip her shoulders. “You’re lying.”

“Guess who’s gonna go up against the 410-”

“Oh my god!” You exclaim, jumping up and down with her. “How’d he get us in? You have to be invite only and even then the best of the best aren’t always competing.”

“It’s Spider, he can do anything...” Kiri shrugs.

“You’re not wrong about that...” You breathe out a laugh.

“Exactly, which is why we came back for you. To celebrate the beginning of our street dancing history...” Kiri drags out dramatically. “That and Roxto has some sweet mixes he put together. I told him to save the best one for you.” Kiri holds you at arm's length. “So get your cute butt ready… 'cause we’re going out!” Kiri presses a kiss on your cheek. 

“I’m guessing that’s why you came along...” You smirk at Tsireya knowingly.

“Yup...cause that is not acceptable.” She motions up and down to your outfit. “Where’s that top I let you borrow last week?” She opens your closet and rummages through it. Shirts begin flying over her shoulder. “Ah, there it is! Here put this on, and wear those black cargo pants with the pockets on the side.” You huff as the shirt lands on your face. You drag it down and glare at her. “Thank you Tsireya...” She sings at you playfully.

“Yeah, yeah.” You roll your eyes and begin undressing behind your closet door.

“Hey what’s the hold up?” You hear another voice come up to the window. You peek out and see Lo’ak with his elbows resting on the window sill.

“She wasn’t ready.” Tsireya sighs at him, pointing over her shoulder. Lo’ak turns to you, catching your tooth-widened grin, then you disappear behind the closet door again. He looks back to Tsireya with a glint in his eyes. 

“You tell her?”

“Yeah, we told her. Lit up like a Christmas tree.” Tsireya laughs with big gestures, mocking the way your eyes grew wide earlier.

“She better have...” Lo’ak smirks. He looks inside the room again and then up at his girlfriend. “Tell her about Neteyam...?” He lowers his voice in hopes you didn’t hear him, but even then your ears tended to pick up even the smallest pin dropping.

“Tell me what about Neteyam...?” All heads whip to face you. Kiri and Tsireya gaped in awe, whereas Lo’ak whistled lowly. His head nodded in approval. 

“What?” You look down at yourself, getting self-conscious.

“Nice.” Lo’ak lips lift upwards. “You did good...” He whispers yells to Tsireya, but you all laugh at his compliment. 

“I just tell her what to wear...that’s all her! Okay, makeup next!” Tsireya walks to you with a clap of her hands. 

“What? No!” You groan.

“Just a little concealer, and some blush...and lipgloss. That’s all, swear!” She puts her hands out in surrender.

“Yeah, I’m sure...” You roll your eyes and let her take over. 

Lo’ak looks off to the side, keeping look out from where he stood outside your window. “Tsireya don’t take too long...We said 9:30 at the latest.” He reminds her looking down at his phone. Time reading 9:25 now. “We told Tuk to cover till 11. The sooner we leave, the more time we’ll have to hang out.”

“I’m almost done...” She promises, calling out over her shoulder. The mention of the youngest Sully had you smirking as Tsireya applies some blush to your cheeks.

“What’d you bribe her with this time?” You giggle as Lo’ak rolls his eyes.

“Half our allowance earned this month, fucking brat...” Lo’ak curses under his breath.

“She is not!” Tsireya sucks her teeth.

“Hey, at least she’s covering for us.” Kiri reminds him. “Better than mom and dad knowing where we’re at.”

“Yeah…but I did not mow the lawn all month to have to give half of it away to her. I earned that shit okay! I was saving up for those new shoes I’ve been wanting!” Lo’ak points at her. 

“And you don’t think I wasn’t? I was saving for new ballet shoes!” Kiri inquires.

“Neteyam’s idea...” You squint your eyes knowing that they wouldn’t just willingly cough up their monthly allowance.

“I’m gonna fucking kill him...” Lo’ak huffs. “Next time, we bring her whiny ass. I don’t care, she can sit up with Roxto on the podium. I’m not losing half percent of my earned income. Did dad tell you Neteyam makes more than us, fucking bullshit Kiri, bullshit!”

“Ay!” Tsireya shakes her head at his use of profanity.

“No, he doesn’t!” Kiri scoffs in annoyance. “Dad just said that to make you quit bugging him.”

“Yeah whatever...” Lo’ak huffs and looks down at a new incoming message.

Where u at? - Neteyam

“You guys done yet?” Lo’ak replies back to him.

“Yeah done. What do we think?” Tsireya steps back and moves out of the way of Lo’ak and Kiri.

“Beautiful.” Kiri press’s his fingertips to her mouth and makes a smooching sound.

“You like a girl for once...” Lo’ak spares you one glance, though the shit-eating grin had you lunging for him.

“You’re such an ass Lo’ak!“ You reach for him through the window, but Tsireya and Kiri hold you back. Lo’ak throws his head back laughing. Creating distance between him and the window.

“Can you not?” Tsireya rolls her eyes at him, growing annoyed. They pull you back in. Lo’ak comes back over only to have it slammed down shut in his face.

“Wha- Oh come on I didn’t mean it…” Lo’ak groans. “Dude! Babe, I’m sorry…Tsireya, wait, no wait-“ You waved him goodbye as you drew the blinds, Lo’ak following the lowering blinds, hoping to catch sight of his girlfriend. He stands up straight and kicks the side of the house.

“Oh come on!” 

You stifle your laughter hearing his voice outside. “We should go before he wakes my mom.” You chuckle and grab your shoes.

“Yeah…just in time too!” Kiri smiles showing you the time of 9:30 now.

“Wait one more thing?” Tsireya unclips her necklace and comes over to place it on your neck. The little simple piece of jewelry makes the outfit come together. “Okay…now let’s go!” Tsireya pockets her phone and pulls you both to the window.

“Where are you? Is she coming?”

“Yes dude, she’s coming. Quit whining!” Lo’ak says into the phone, turning as he watches you and the girls climb out your window quietly. “Okay…we’re leaving her place now. I’ll let you know when we’re there. Tell Roxto to get that mix ready.”

“Okay. I’ll let him know…hurry up. We’re not supposed to be out so late anyway!”

“I know!” Lo’ak removed the phone from his ear and pulls it down to his lips. “Bye!” He raises his voice and flips off the phone. He pockets the device and meets your smirk.

“Teyam worrying again?” You nudge him.

“When does he not…” He huffs and offers his hand to Tsireya, the little feud they had long forgotten by now. “Ready to go?”

“Mhmm.” She hums. Heat fills her face as Lo’ak presses a sweet peck to her cheek.

“Come on people we’re losing time!” Kiri smiles, tugging you down the street and beginning the walk to the club.

“Don’t you mean losing time with your boyfriends!” You sing.

“When are you gonna put those two out of your misery sis? You have two guys desperate for your attention, yet you leave them with mixed signals.”

“Maybe I like the thrill of two men wanting me.” She laughs out loud. Lo’ak’s face twisted into one of disgust.

“You’re disgusting…I think Imma throw-” Lo’ak pretends to throw up, only to burst in fits of chuckles as Tsireya nudges his side. “Oh come on! I can’t be the only one who thinks she needs to choose. Y/n back me up on this.”

“Oh ho, do not involve me in this!” You point at him.

“Right I forgot…you’re spoken for.” Lo’ak feigns a swoon. “By Neteyam…”

“I am not!” You shove him.

“You love him!” He shimmies his shoulder in front of you and takes off as you swing at him. You take off after him.

“God, you’re so annoying!” You yell after him.

“Love him!” He screeches in a high-pitched tone as he dodges you once again.

“Lo’ak stop!” Tsireya calls after him, her shoulders slumping at his antics.

-

The walk to Hell's Gate felt shorter than it usually did. Perhaps it was the nerves working through your system that took your mind off the way there.

“Who do you keep texting on that thing?” You tease Lo’ak who was typing into his flip phone before you even reached the entrance.

“Neteyam, wanted me to let him know when we got here.” Lo’ak pressed sent and pocketed the device in his back pocket. “Let’s go!” He nods to the door.

You had been the first to enter, the bass and vibration from the speakers blaring, making you feel lightweight. The music playing gave you goosebumps as you eyed multiple bodies grinding, swaying, twirling, and rocking to the beat. A few dance battles happening in a few corners but the real party was in the center as far as you could see from the entrance though. Lo’ak had walked in behind you and Kiri, instantly grabbing a hold of Tsireya’s hand and twirling her into the crowd. His shoulders move in circular motions as he vibes to the music. Tsireya laughed as he pressed up behind her, smirking as she started moving along with him following his flow. You smiled at them repeating the shoulder move Lo’ak did, head nodding slowing to each beat. You looked up to the podium. Roxto focused on the spinning disc in front of him, making sure each beat counted and moved the crowd. Spider stood beside him, head bobbing to a track featuring Missy Elliot. You looked up admiring the flashing lights. The lights illuminate people’s skin with hues of reds, blues, and yellows. The scene felt like home, but at times you found yourself feeling out of place, especially when the group tended to split amongst themselves.

“Hey, I’m gonna go with Roxto and Spider for a bit. You gonna be okay?” Kiri leaned into you and raised her voice so you could be able to hear her. You hummed but gave her a reassuring nod and smile. Ushering her into the crowd. You sighed once she disappeared from the crowd. Lo’ak catching sight of your shoulders slumping. Tsireya leaned back into him, eyes closed as she was lost in the music. He reached out with one hand. Tsireya stopped sensing him move. She and him were now looking at you with solemn smiles.

“Dance stupid!” Lo’ak teased, he pulled on your arm and twirled you around. A faint smile painted your face, but quickly disappeared. You only shook your head, wanting nothing more than to hug yourself.

“What am I even doing here, Lo’ak?” You shout out loud.

“We’re hanging out, we came to get you to celebrate!” Lo’ak pointed out, shrugging like it was obvious.

“I should be home-“ You begin to protest.

“No you’re meant to be here…Look N-Neteyam asked for you to be here.” He hesitated at first but then caved in.

“No, he didn’t!”

“It was his idea to go get you. He didn’t want to enjoy tonight if you weren’t gonna be here.” Lo’ak pulls back with a serious look.

You furrow your brows feeling more confused. “Wha– Why? If he wanted me here then where is he?” You scoff out a laugh. Yours and Lo’ak’s eyes begin to wander around the club hoping to catch sight of his tall frame. Hoping to catch certain braids swinging in the air. Lo’ak perked up and then pointed him out to you.

“Look he’s right– There….” He grimaces, watching your hopeful expression drop in an instant. You had expected to see a lot of things happen tonight but seeing him twirl and press himself up behind another girl was not on your agenda. You shouldn’t have stared as long as you did but seeing his hands curl around her lower stomach, then spin her back around so she faced him was too difficult to resist looking at. You glare at Lo’ak who was trying to bring you some peace of mind quickly.

“He asked for me huh…” You hum, rolling your eyes.

“You know him…Loves all…dances with all-“ He winces knowing it sounded better in his head. “Look it’s nothing. He wanted you here, it’s just dancing. You know everyone wants a turn with him anyway…You’ll be next here in a bit.” Though the damage of his words had been done.

“Lo’ak!” Tsireya gasps, hitting his arm.

“So I’m a turn now?” You give him a tight-lipped smile and walk off into the crowd.

“Y/n wait– Shit that’s not what I meant!” He curses, his head falling as Tsireya gives him an earful. As if his luck couldn’t get any better his brother just had to show up, out of breath, a stupid smile plastered on his face.

“Hey, you’re here!” Tsireya leans in and greets him with a kiss on his cheek. He pulls away and nudges his baby bro's shoulder. “Where’s Y/n?” He breathed out, eyes glancing around. He looks back down at the couple and senses something is off. Especially with Lo’ak trying to avoid his gaze and Tsireya giving a guilty smile. “What’d you do?” He furrows his brows at him.

“Why do you always assume I did something?” Lo’ak sucks his teeth.

“Cause you always do! What’d he’d do?” He turns to Tsireya.

“He was being an idiot like usual. She went off that way!” She directs him towards the podium, where he caught sight of you talking to Kiri. The conversation seemed to be a bad one as Kiri kept shaking her head with a frown. Her gaze finding his for a second, then looked away. He exhaled deeply, trying not to lose his shit at Lo’ak. He looks back at him annoyed, shaking his head.

“What’d you say?”

“Dude come on. I brought her here, go after her-“

“Lo’ak!” Neteyam exclaims.

“I-I said you liked to dance with every girl here, that it wasn’t something for her to worry about okay? I didn’t mean for it to come out the way it did but-“

“What did you say?” He sneers.

“I said she’d have her turn with you eventually.” Lo’ak eyes droop. Neteyam curls his lips inward. Nodding as he backs away. A tight-lipped smile dawning his face now.

“I’m gonna kill you…Tsireya I’m gonna kill him.” He points to him while looking directly at her.

“Please do.” She crosses her arms over her chest.

“I brought her here-“

“Yeah which is all I asked of you, just get her to come out. I knew she was studying for that test on Monday but that’s why I asked to try and get her here...it’s all I asked of you Lo’ak!” Neteyam’s eyes fall. “Why can’t you just keep your mouth shut for once.”

“Me? What about you huh? Dancing with some girl you don’t even know? How do you think that looked like to her huh? Your happy feet just couldn’t handle it could they?” He stepped up to his face. He smirked watching the knobs turn in his older brother's head. “Why can’t you keep your hands to yourself for once?”

“Stop! Both of you! We’re supposed to be having fun tonight…” Tsireya tried playing the mediator. “What about the song huh? The reason we brought her here…” She reminded Neteyam. He sighed and nodded. “Lo’ak text Roxto to play it okay, now!” She pressed. He fumbled for the phone and quickly dug into his contacts. It wasn’t long before the three looked to the podium, Roxto looking down at the text he received and somehow finding them in the crowd, giving them a thumbs up. It wasn’t long before he moved a few buttons and the melody changed and the song Neteyam wanted to be played began blaring out the speakers. “Go!” Tsireya pushed him towards where you sat at the edge of the stage. Your head turned as the song caught your attention.

Neteyam looked to her, then reached out to squeeze Lo’ak’s shoulders. A forgiven conversation through their eyes and a simple nod made their feud vanish in an instant. Neteyam let go and began pushing his way through the crowd. He didn’t bother apologizing to the few who he bumped into when he made it through the clearing. Your eyes fell upon him as he stumbled forward to a halt before you. You straightened out, hands gripping the edge, the swing of your legs stopping. He had opened his mouth to say something but the girl from before had come up to him again. This was her try at another go with him, but Neteyam seemed to be quick on his feet when she reached out for his hand. He did grab her hands only to spin her into someone else’s arms. He winced as he hurried past them and up to you. You would have thought their whole interaction was comical had it not been for Lo’ak’s words mocking you. Reverberating like an echo.

He was done with her so now it was your turn.

Neteyam once claimed you were as open as a book. Never hard to read, so when you looked down at your shoes the words he spoke next were enough to reassure you.

“Y-You’re not a turn…Don’t listen to my brother!” You lift your head to meet his eyes. “Lo’ak’s an idiot!” He admits with a frown.

“He is…” You slowly agree, but your face remains stoic. “And you?” Your quirk a brow at him.

“Me?” He points to himself.

“Yeah…What are you?” He looks at you and then down with a heavy exhale.

“A dumbass…for dancing with someone else when I should have waited to dance with you!” Neteyam shifts. Unable to remain still, he shifted his foot to the left, moving it to the beat. You scoff out a laugh. His restraint was weak, one that needed improvement. You roll your eyes because he really couldn’t wait up on you. If anything he loved dancing more than you, but no one loved music as much as you did. So when you had enough of not moving your body to this gorgeous track, well you felt like it was a crime not to.

“You are…” You sigh as you hop off the stage. “Lo’ak said you wanted me here, but then I see you dancing with another girl. Imagine the impression that leaves…” You feign hurt.

“I’m sorry.” Guilt eats at him. He doesn’t move as you grow closer.

“You’re forgiven when my feet start to hurt.” You smirk, sliding your hand up his shirt and around his neck. “You wanted me here to dance, right?” You pretend to make sure. He curls his lips into his mouth. Trying to fight the smile he wanted to show. He nods. He smirks as he curls his arm around your head, your head ducking around the action smoothly. He spins you around until your back is pressed up against his front. Your shoulders start to rock up and down, first to the right then to the left. He sways you side to side a few times. Then his hand curves over your lower back as you slowly whine up your hips and pop your back twice. You straighten out and jump into a cross then start moving in sync again. Your arms flew out in front of you both. Your legs stepping out. Right, left, right, left. You moved smoothly and sensually, the only way you and Neteyam knew how to communicate. You complemented one another when it came to dancing together. You roll your hips right, then left. You laugh as he tucks his face into your neck. You hum, closing your eyes. As he presses a kiss to your skin before pulling back. He curls his hands around the curve of your hips and stomach, helping you move your hips one way and then another. You roll back into his chest and stomach.

You two felt lost in your own little world. The club tuned out, the music, and feeling each other was the only thing present in your minds. The only thing that mattered most.

Roxto bobbed his head, smirking down at the pair of you and Neteyam and Lo’ak and Tsireya not too far to the left of you. Spider smiled down at his friends, then snuck a glance to Kiri moving gracefully on the stage, her hands above her head, eyes closed, she looked ethereal.

Lo’ak smiled at the two of you. Neteyam spun you around by curling his arm around your head again, and you ducked under it to turn around. Your smile mirrors his own. Nothing but pure bliss across your features as you gaze at his older brother. No trace of being annoyed anymore.

“The plan worked Lo’ak,” Tsireya said into his ear as he swayed them. Her arms wrung around his neck loosely. “They’re okay now.” She reassured him, knowing the guilt was eating at him.

“What if it hadn’t…I almost ruined it.” Lo’ak pressed his head against hers.

“Look at them! You hardly did anything. Those two couldn’t be bothered to be mad at you, or at each other. They wouldn’t last a day without talking to each other, a day without dancing!” She smiled as she received a small nod and smile from him.

“No…they couldn’t.” Lo’ak exhaled as Neteyam dipped your body slowly, pulling you back up to press you against his chest again. The magic was all in the way you trusted each other. Following and adding to the next move of the other.

“Feet hurting yet?” Neteyam whisper-yelled into your ear.

“No!” You beam.

“Good!” He laughed. The sound gave you goosebumps. He kept moving, shoulders circling, but you stilled. You smile, caressing your fingertips over his skin in awe. He reciprocates your smile. Turning his head to peck your hands. You breathe out slowly, finding it hard to do so. When you compose yourself you impulsively act out and cup his face. Bringing his lips down onto yours. Then and there he goes still. Very unlike himself but on occasion it didn’t take much to catch Neteyam Sully off guard. It didn’t take much especially when you always caught him off guard even if you did something so minuscule. You could be reading a book in the school library and he’d stop functioning. So best believe you kissing him was something he wished on but hadn’t planned on happening tonight.

“You good?” You breathe out a laugh, watching him trying to process the kiss.

“No…” He blinks a couple of times before he dips his head to reciprocate the kiss you planted on his lips. Only this time he initiated it slower but rougher. He pressed on your lower back to bring you closer. To feel you against his body even though you spent that last few minutes pressed against one another. “Now I am…” He exhaled with an excited laugh. You nod.

“Did you really want me here tonight?” You ask again out of the blue. Doubts cloud your mind.

“I did. I do! I always want you here. Anywhere…” He nods rapidly. “I know you told me you wanted to study but it didn’t feel right not having you here, so I sent Lo’ak and Kiri, and Tsireya for you. I just didn’t think we’d end up where we did earlier. I shouldn’t have danced with another girl, and I’m sorry. I know that I-“ He goes off but you cut him off.

“It’s okay…I-I forgive you. Promise.” 

He leans down to peck your cheek. “I promise, you’re the only one I want to dance with?”

“Yeah? What about Tuk?” You tease.

“Tuk can…wait her turn.” He laughs. You fake a gasp hitting him playfully.

“Ooh, I’m telling…” You sing with a laugh.

“Don’t you dare! She already took half our allowance this month I don’t need to lose the other half.”

“Fine, I won’t then.” You giggle and wrap your arms around his neck again. “So long as my feet hurt after tonight.”

“I’ll make sure I’m carrying you by the end of tonight. How does that sound?” He smirks and leans down so you’d hear him easily.

“Sounds perfect!” You exclaim.

[katnisspeetaprim]

Scar

So I couldn’t resist writing this. I also wrote it in like an hour whilst listening to Agust D so yeah sorry if it’s bad, it’s more a self indulgent piece if anything! I was also racing against the battery in my Bluetooth keyboard so yeah, there’s that too.

Summary; You like Yoongi’s fake scar a little too much...

Warnings; Established relationship, implied sexual content, tho no actual sex, swearing, public ass grabbing, gender neutral reader, kinda dom!Yoongi.

Word Count; 841     Masterlist

You couldn’t be more proud of your long time boyfriend Yoongi, as he filmed the music video for his new Agust D song ‘Daechwita’.

When he offered you to come to watch them film that day, you thought that it would go the same way as the other times you had seen BTS shoot however, Yoongi had never looked quite like this before.

He was currently sporting a fake scar that ran down the right side of his face and black hair. Those two things combined gave him a whole different energy you couldn’t help but think.

You watched from the side lines as he performed, captivated by his movements, he was a man that exuded confidence in that moment, in comparison to his usual stoic self in everyday life. As he continued to shoot, your eyes kept wandering back to the scar on his face, unable to look away for very long. Was it weird to be attracted  to a fake scar?

‘Alright let’s take a break’ The director announced, pulling you out of your thoughts. As everyone started to disperse, Yoongi made his way over to where you were standing.

You handed him a bottle of water as he approached you.

‘You’re killing it Yoon! I can already tell the MV will be amazing!’ You praised him as he took a sip of water, smiling over the brim of the bottle.

‘I’m glad you think so. I can’t wait for ARMY to see it.’ He said proudly. After knowing him for so long, you knew how seriously he took his music and work in general, so it made you happy seeing how far he’s come from the start of his career in the music industry.

You unconsciously bit your lip as he spoke to you, unable to fully focus on his words. The scar was even worse close up. Without thinking, you lifted your hand up and gently ran your fingers down the length of the prosthetic. Yoongi quickly reached up and grabbed onto your hand softly. ‘What are you doing? I don’t want the makeup messed up.’ He frowned slightly. Ah so he really didn’t know the effect he was having on you...You swallowed dryly before you answered.

‘Sorry, you just look so hot with this scar, plus the hair isn’t helping either.’ You moved your hand from his grasp, and fondled a few strands of hair that fell in his face, carefully, as to not mess up the styling. Yoongi’s face scrunched up in confusion, but he also had the ghost of a smirk appear across his lips too.

‘I should have guessed something like this would turn you on.’ He turned his head, trying hard to contain his laughter.

‘Hey don’t laugh at me!’ You chastised him, lightly pushing his shoulder.

‘Besides..’ You continued, ‘I thought afterwards I could meet you in your dressing room and let you fuck me any way you want.’ You leaned forward and whispered the last part in his ear with the most breathy and seductive voice you could muster, which you knew would get him worked up. Yoongi’s eyes suddenly darkened as he turned back towards you, smirk playing on your face, lower lip between your teeth, waiting for his reply.

He took a quick look around to make sure that nobody was paying the two of you any mind, before he roughly grabbed your ass and pulled you flush against him, causing you to let out a surprised gasp. You could already feel the beginnings of a bulge in his pants. He took your hair in his hand and pulled your head to the side,

‘You think it’s funny to tease me like that in public?’ He growled in your ear, causing a shiver to run down your spine.

‘You’re gonna do what you said and wait for me in my dressing room.’ He continued in the same way. ‘Make sure you’re ready for me on your knees when I get there.’ With that, he roughly pushed you away from him and in the directions of the dressing rooms, as he made his way back over to the director to strike up a conversation like nothing happened.

Goddamn... You loved being manhandled by him, even if it was something simple like the push he had given you just now, it never failed to get you hot under the collar. You could already feel the arousal building up between your legs as you hurried to do as commanded.....Now you just had to remember which dressing room was his.

[innerstrugglesworld]

hello i recently learned about mephisto and i LOVE him so much.......... i humbly request a gn sweet n chubby mc with him pls pls pls :'))

Mephistopeles x Sweet Chubby gn!reader

Mephisto who hate human in general because they are weak. He is a noble, being acquaintance with one of them is a big NO!

Mephisto who slowly attract to you after saw how famous you are, how other people like you. He always wonder, what make you likeable?

Mephisto, who saw the way you treat people. You are kind. Your tenderness makes anyone melt. Maybe he can be your friend.

You're a lovely friend. Your presence can make anyone comfortable.Your sweet gestures towards Mephistopheles start to break through his icy exterior. He's slowly building a connection with you. Starting from small things like doing Lord Diavolo's assignments together, to exchanging messages. Sometimes, you offer him homemade sweets or simply spend time chatting and listening to his stories.

Mephisto did not realise that he was slowly becoming greedy. He wants to spend more time with you. There are many things he wants to know about you. What's your favourite food? What's your favourite song? Or what do you do to spend your time off? He wants more.

For some reason, he doesn't like seeing you spending time with other people. He hates seeing you laughing at mammon jokes. He doesn't like the way you look at Simeon with such tenderness. Mephisto knows you are gentle with everyone. But can't you just be nice to him? Can't you save your sweet smile for him alone?

Mephisto looks at you, who is busy holding Luke's hand. Ah, if only your hand held his. He wants to measure the length of your finger with his own. Isn't it adorable to imagine your little finger playing with his palm?

He often buys you gifts that you like. Your happy expression is really adorable. The way you smile, the way you chew food, he wants to touch your cheeks and pinch them. But he refrains. He doesn't want to make you uncomfortable.

He slowly wondered. Do friends get jealous when they see their friends talking to other men? Does the friend also look at his friend with a warm gaze like he does at you? Is this love?

Falling in love with a human is initially puzzling for Mephistopheles, but he learns that love knows no bounds

One day, Mephistopheles gathers the courage to confess his feelings to you, admitting that he has fallen in love with your wit, kindness, and your ability to see the person beneath the demon.

After you accept his confession, Mephisto immediately hugs you tightly. He couldn't believe you had the same feelings.

The first date after becoming lovers, Mephisto looked nervous. He doesn't have the courage to hold your hand or hug you. You take the initiative to hold his hand first.

Mephisto has a habit of kissing your hand, especially when you are about to return to the human world. He kisses your knuckles, rubbing his thumb on the back of your hand.

Mephisto often buys you a bouquet. Every time you open his car door when he picks you up, there's always a bouquet of flowers or a gift box on the passenger seat.

Mephisto took over the exchange student's interview duties so that he could talk to you.

He kisses the parts of your body that make you insecure. Are you insecure about your eyes? Kiss it! You're not confident about your body? He'll kiss you from head to toe. He won't even hesitate to kneel down and kiss your feet. You don't have to worry, honey. Sit back and listen to the words of praise that he spits out.

The part he likes the most about you is your thighs. He has a habit of falling asleep on your thighs. Especially if you're kind enough to gently rub his face.

He likes to playfully nibble on your cheek, especially when you're acting cute. He would love to pinch and bite your cute cheeks.

I don't think it's a headcanon anymore, more like a drabble? One shoot?. It's longer than I expect. I think... I start to fall in love with him??! Oh my... (Ah, I'm sorry about it) anyway, hope you like it

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[the-man-in-the-suit-official]

A Flicker Of Hunger.

-Summary: Harry panics when the love isn’t as exciting as it used to be, an old friend makes his way to comfort you and something new blossoms.

A/N - UNEDITED. I grew frustrated with tumblr deleting this one. Rushed toward the end.

Reader Pronouns: She/Her

Length: Long

TW: Throwing up, Emotional breakdowns, Drinking, Minor drug use (Weed)

Celebrities: Harry Styles, Niall Horan

Song(s) To Listen To: Flicker - Niall Horan. Hunger - Harry Styles.

It’s not that Harry didn’t love you. Just…not like before. He was young, and if he were extremely honest - very, very scared. He felt his youth would be escaping himself soon and then maybe he wouldn’t be able to make changes to the world like he so desperately wanted.

It all started out quite lovely, really. You had loved the X-Factor, following it religiously, and it just so happens that you were there on the day of that fateful grouping of the boys. That’s how you met the sea-green eyed prince.

You had bumped into him on your way in to get seated, colliding with his scrawny back, “God, I’m so sorry-“

He turned around slowly, eyes landing on you, making you freeze, even more so when he smiled, revealing his dimples, “‘S no worry at all. Ya alright?”

He spoke slowly, softly, eyes half-lidded as you nodded before he bit his lip, “Erm, could ya help me? I’m lookin’ for this place here.”

He brought down a map to your level, pointing to backstage, “Oh! You’re a performer?”

“Yeah, actually,” He chuckled, “I’m quite nervous.”

His accent was thick and lovely, making you smile, “I’ll help you…”

You waited for him to finish the sentence, “Harry,” He replied, “Styles.”

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Styles.”

With that, you navigated him toward the camera crew, dropping him off there, “This is it.”

“Thank you,” He nodded toward you, “I never caught your name?”

“Ah,” You smiled, admiring the pretty boy, “Meet me again and I’ll tell you, yeah?”

“Challenge accepted,” He finished, “I hope to see you soon.”

“We’ll see. I’ll be watching out for you,” Truthfully, you wanted his number but were far too shy, “Just remember me when you’re famous.”

A time passed and you found yourself there again, a ticket to sit in the front seat, ultimately upset when Harry was pulled from the competition. Of course, he impressed everyone without much work - he was handsome, could sing and dance, and had just the right soft personality for the next big star, but it seemed then that maybe he just wasn’t enough.

You stumbled out of the auditorium, one of the last people to leave, waiting for your boyfriend at the entrance. Waiting outside the men’s bathrooms, one after another, the five boys you had watched on stage stumbled out.

Harry nearly bumped into you, “Oh, ‘m so sorry!” He exclaimed, a blonde colliding into his back. You recognized him as Niall Horan, another contestant.

“It’s okay. You got me back for what I did last time,” You giggled softly at the taller boy, admiring his politeness.

“Mystery girl!” He exclaimed, a wide smile on his face, “I’ve been looking for you. You came.”

“Of course I did. I’m sorry about not making it through,” You sighed, “I thought you were great.”

“Ah, ‘s alright,” He continued as his friends chatted among themselves, “Did I do good enough to earn your name? Perhaps your number?”

You smiled, “I’d say so. (Y/N),” You mocked his initial introduction, “(L/N).”

“Nice to formally meet you, (Y/N) (L/N).”

With some embarrassing flirting that caused the boys to leave and ended with your number on his hand, he turned to you as he was leaving, “Expect a call tonight.”

And he was true to his word. From then on, every night, there was a call. Sometimes from random numbers you had saved since then - Liam, Louis, Niall, Zain (or as he preferred, Zayn). And there began your friendship. It wasn’t long before friendship and business intertwined with the group picking up on your talent for writing lyrics.

It felt like a dream, to say the least. You were invited to parties now - to public events, press meetings, studio sessions, even sleepovers. Of course, you wouldn’t be here, bawling your eyes out if everything stayed perfect.

As your father always said:

Nostalgia is a dirty liar.

It was the little things at first. The way he tucked his hair behind his ear when he was nervous, the way he bounced his leg restlessly no matter where he was sitting, his oddly wide smile for someone so stoic, his love for cheesy romance movies, the way he always knew what to say, especially when he helped you through a rough break up.

Not long after did it take you to realize that there was something brewing, feeding the butterflies in your stomach that always came around when Harry was there.

So it hurt more when Harry began dating again, this time, a 31 year old. Someone more mature and full of experience. Someone who made you insecure.

On this particular night, he was out with her, and Niall had invited you over to spend time with his family who seemed to love you very much. The two of you sat in the cozy living room, watching as the fireplace tried desperately to warm the winter air. A cheesy horror movie happened to be on and Niall’s mop-headed dog sat comfortably between the two of you, resting his head on your lap and his tail on Niall’s.

Somehow, though, you couldn’t stop thinking about Harry.

“You should tell Hazza how you feel,” Niall suddenly said, noticing your distant demeanor, “I think you’d be surprised with the outcome.”

“What are you talking about?” You were quick to respond, prepared to defend yourself to death.

“(Y/N), lass, you can’t be serious,” He chuckled, shaking his head and turning to face you, his oversized Christmas sweater moving with him, “Everyone sees it.”

“Huh?” You faced him now, too, scared of what he was going to say.

“You threw up when you found out he was dating someone,” Niall said simply, a small smirk on his face as if to say ‘I got you there!’

“Whatever,” You groaned, knowing there was no way out of this, “Even so, what makes you think he’d feel the same way about me?”

Silence filled the room for a bit, excluding the crackling fire before he broke it abruptly, “I was going to ask you out.”

You turned red instantly, struggling to find the words.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” He cut you off, smiling, “We all wanted to.”

“Really?“ Bewilderment took you.

“Mhm,” The artificial blonde hummed, “But he refused. Was awfully protective of ya. Kept him up at night thinking about us askin’ you.”

You thought for a moment before he continued, “Anyway, you better get with him. We all made bets on it, MG.” He referenced your nickname - Mystery Girl, since Harry had refused to share your name with them for a while.

You blushed again, only this time out of embarrassment, “I hate you, Horan!”

Grabbing a couch pillow, you playfully smacked him with it, and before long it turned into a full-blown pillow fight.

Unsurprisingly, it took long before you ever did confess your feelings to Harry. It was long after he had released his debut album and had just won the hearts of so many girls and boys all over the world. The two of you were throwing a two-person party to celebrate its release and his growing from his latest ex who’s name you couldn’t even remember anymore.

The night had been spent in laughter, constant trips to the bathroom where you left the door open so you could puff and pass the joint and the bottle, and chatting about lives.

“Do you think that there’s a reason for all of this?” He slurred, laying on his back and staring at the ceiling.

“About what, Hazza?” You never let that nickname go.

“Like…life….like…” He sat up and faced you, leaning against his couch, copying your position, a little closer than he intended to be, “Like fo’ reasons…Like fo’ wearin’ mix-matched socks an’ everythin’.”

Both of you shit-faced and cross faded, you smiled at him doozily, a moment of silence filling the room. His eyes always swallowed you in, even when half-lidded and red.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” It came out smoothly, finally releasing tention you’d had for years.

Something washed over him too in that moment, like he’d been waiting his whole life to hear that from you and without much warning, the two of you crashed lips on each other, arms tangling into the other and the kiss growing more passionate with each waking minute.

That’s where it all started, really. Since then, you’d been dating for nearly two years and engaged for one, and at first things were wonderful - magnificent, even. Harry couldn’t keep himself off of you and vise versa. Every thought of his was about you, even while he was touring, even while girls threw bras and phones and even chicken nuggets at him to show their adoration.

But somewhere along the line, Harry noticed a halt. It was terrifying and the thought of being alone scared him. But he couldn’t look at you the same anymore. Your eyes slowly became less bright and beautiful, merging with everything else normal in his life.

It came to the point where the bed felt empty, even with you in it, and you had noticed this too. You were scared of the idea that your one and only Hazza would leave you, because truly, without him, what would you be? You’d lose everything - hope, your best friend, happiness, the house.

So you just went to bed facing his opposite direction, arms crossed tightly to your chest as he hogged the blanket.

‘Maybe he just bit off more than he could chew with me,’ You thought, staring at the blank wall in front of you, afraid of crying.

How did something so wonderful suddenly break apart?

Before, it was like your natural instinct was to love Harry, you didn’t even have to do anything and the two of you were all over each other. Now, though, he hadn’t even tried to touch you in weeks. Two weeks - 13 days to be exact, you’d counted.

You knew it was coming. But it felt different when it actually happened, especially when it was on his birthday.

“I don’t think this is what’s best for us,” He suddenly said over dinner, eating the pescatarian option you had made for him.

“What do you mean?” You gulped, hands suddenly sweaty.

“Do you feel the same about me like you did three years ago?” He avoided the question, looking at you in the eyes.

“Of course, H. I’ll always love you, I know that much,” Eyebrows furrowed in worry, “What’s wrong, Hazza?”

“I…” Harry darted his eyes toward the floor, “I don’t think I feel that way anymore.”

Your heart froze, making it delicate as ever, “I’m very proud of you for telling me. We’ll work through it, okay? How about couple’s thera-“

“I don’t think I want to try anymore, (Y/N),” Another sudden comment.

And suddenly all those years started to disappear.

“Harry, we’re engaged.”

He winced slightly, hating when you didn’t call him a nickname you’d given him, but composed himself soon after, “Were.”

You can feel the anxiety brewing and your stomach feels like a war zone, knowing you’ll vomit soon.

This can’t be real.

“I was thinking we could figure it out slowly,” He continues, keeping his calm demeanor, “You don’t have to leave now.”

Please don’t let it be real.

“You can leave whenever we figure it out and-“

“Why?” Was all you could muster, your throat itching with the pain of needles pricking at it.

Smoothly, he sighed, “I jus’ don’t feel in love anymore. I don’t want to waste either of our time.”

The singer tried his best to let you down easy, “You’re always gonna be my best friend first, (Y/N). I’ve known you since I was 16, but now I’m thinking that maybe…Maybe what we had was timed. It’s just not the same.”

A small nod, not being able to even speak anymore, you stuttered out, “I know. I’ve seen it and I just was so afraid of losing you - I…”

You took a deep breath in, “I need to use the restroom.”

He didn’t do much to stop you, only calling out to you before you slammed the door to the bathroom shut and spilled the dinner you were having into the toilet, hot tears and snot running down your face.

You hated yourself for letting it get this far. For even thinking that you had a chance with Harry.

The door creaked open to reveal your now ex-lover, worried with his brows furrowed, “Let me-“

He reached for your hair to pull it out of the way, but you scooted away. You didn’t want him to touch you - you were scared you’d fall more in love than you already were.

“Please,” he begged, “Let me just do this once.”

You could never say no to those eyes. Scooting back, you felt his hands in your hair, his other soothing your back. It would have been endearing, really, but it only made you throw up more, thinking if the life you’d be leaving behind - the life that he was erasing.

You insisted you leave that night, taking a suitcase and essentials.

“(Y/N). Stay,” It was almost a beg, but you shook your head, “Where will you even stay if not here?”

“I’ll find somewhere. I just…I don’t want to be here right now,” You sighed, running a hand through your hair.

With some convincing, Harry let you go. He placed his hands on your arms tightly, giving you a small kiss on the cheek, “I’ll see you soon.”

“Yeah,” You replied, looking to the floor, “See you soon.”

And that was the first day of you downfall.

The media caught on soon after, about three weeks after, bombarding you on social media with all kinds of questions.

You sat in your temporary apartment, taking a swig of some liquor you couldn’t even remember the name of before a familiar name popped up on your screen.

NIALLER: (Y/N), holy shit, are you okay?

Truthfully, it had been so long since you’d spoken to someone who was practically a stranger but used to be one of your best friends.

Soon after, he called you and you answered reluctantly, “Hello?” He asked, his voice suddenly bringing you to tears.

“(Y/N)? MG, are you alright?” You sobbed louder, sniffing and slurring your next words.

“Mmm alright, Ny.”

“You’re drunk, aren’t ya?” He sighed, ultimately feeling like he was the one that got you into this mess, “Send me your address. I’m comin’ over.”

“No, no,” You groan, rolling over on your stomach, “Niall, please, I’m fine.”

“(Y/N),” He started again, causing you to protest for a good five minutes before he sighed.

“(Y/N)-“ He began, never really getting to finish what he said.

“Niall, if everyone sees us, what if they make assumptions and I’m just slandered again and I’m really fine I couldn’t care less and-“

“Let me drink with you,” You stopped in your tracks at his offer, “I’ll bring pizza over, yeah?”

The promise of pizza made you cave, and you gave him your address in a heartbeat.

“I’ll be there in 30. Hang in there,” The phone hung up after, leaving you staring at the wall for five more minutes before your blood ran cold.

Fuck.

Niall would be there in 25.

You ran all over the house, petrified, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Throwing some dirty clothes in your laundry room, locking it, you looked everything down before hopping into the shower.

The shower couldn’t have been long, but the bell rang just as you hopped out. Panic set in your bones, “Be there in a minute, Ny!”

You slipped on an oversized sweater, one that actually did belong to Harry and placed some shorts under it, rushing to the door.

With beer and pizza in his hand, he smiled worriedly and more so when you sobbed, hugging him tightly while he did his best to with things in his hands.

“I missed you so much,” By now, it was an ugly cry, missing the warmth of a friend.

You’d isolated yourself this entire time and everyone gave you space which was great, but you craved warmth and love. Taking his sent in, you sighed and wiped your nose with the long sweater.

“Thank you for coming.”

“Thank you for agreeing at pizza,” He teased and finally stepped in, “I’m sorry about everything, darlin’.”

“Ah, it’s whatever,” You led him to the couch where he placed the pizza box on the coffee table.

“It’s not. I hate him for that,” Running a hand through his hair, he smiled at you, “We’ll forget about it just for tonight, okay?”

You nodded, biting your lip to hold your tears in.

The topic of Harry came up a couple of times, especially with the more beers you drank, but it never hurt your mind now. Niall didn’t smoke at all, but wasn’t opposed when you pulled out a bedazzled dab pen and hit it a few times.

He was always a heavyweight, and you weren’t at all surprised when you were off your ass and he just laughed at you.

The night consisted of dancing to old music you hadn’t heard in forever, weird food combinations, trying to outdo each other at gymnastics, and even making fun of Harry.

The playlist had just changed from Usher, causing your dancing to stop as a slow song began to play. As if on instinct, the two of you pulled each other close and danced.

Sighing heavily after your last giggle, you leaned on his dress shirt, his scent making you at peace as you swayed to the music, “Thank you, Ny.”

“It’s no problem, (Y/N).”

You don’t expect much when you look up at the Irish man, but upon your eyes meeting, your heart flutters a bit. You assume it’s the alcohol and shake your head internally. His eyes are just as fixed on you as yours are on him.

“(Y/N)…” He breathes, the name rolling off his tongue like it was the only thing it was made to do.

A best passes, and you partially prepare yourself for his lips to land on yours, but he closed his eyes and smiles to himself before looking back at you, “It’s late. Y’should sleep, darlin’.”

You protest but it ends in a yawn, making him smirk at you in the same way he did way back then.

“Let’s go, sleepyhead, I got cha,” Niall wraps his arms around your waist, supporting you.

He helped you sink into the bed, putting a bucket beside it for the morning before grabbing his keys and pulling the covers over you.

The clock read 2:48 AM and while you knew Niall wasn’t very drunk, you but your lip and asked, “Please don’t leave.”

It was more of a beg, but it didn’t matter anyway. He nodded, “Sure, (Y/N).”

Your eyes are even more half lidded, snuggled under the blankets before realizing something. Without much thought, you slip your sweater off, revealing your black bra underneath, making Niall snap his body in the opposite direction.

You giggled, a mix of THC and alcohol in your veins, “It’s okay, Ny. I trust you. Here.”

He turned slowly, his eyes avoiding your chest, “What’ll you wear?”

Your eyes scan the dresser before they lead up his chest and you notice his collarbone sticking out, “Can I…wear that?”

He takes it from your hand with a nod, “Of course.”

It’s a soft, dark brown dress shirt that somehow feels like the most comfortable thing in the world. Niall faced away from you and unbuttoned his shirt slowly, revealing his bare back to you. You can’t help but stare at his shoulder blades, the dip in his back or the small freckles on his pale skin.

With his eyes closed, he handed you the shirt and pulled on the sweater, sliding out of his pants into his boxers, “Tell me when ya ready.”

You took off your bra and shoved it under the bed, placing the long shirt on you and buttoning it up until five down from the collar, revealing a bit of your chest. You didn’t care, though, you were far too lazy.

“Ready.”

For a moment, it seemed as if Niall froze too, eyes fixated on your skin under his shirt, innocently giant on your small form.

You had a way of making him blush.

He did his best to hide it, sliding into bed with you and putting pillows in between you to divide the bed, something you’d done as teens, too.

“Thank you, Ny.”

“It’s no problem, (Y/N),” Silence filled the air for a minute, “(Y/N)?”

But you had already fallen asleep.

The next morning, you awoke with your head elevating slowly before coming back down, fingers in your hair. You felt at home there, on his chest as he snored happily.

Your head hurt terribly, but you’d grown used to it these couple of days. Not wanting to wake Niall, you slithered out of his arms and made you way toward the kitchen. Your arm had almost reached for the ice coffee, but there was a whole jug of orange juice with a stick note on it.

(Y/N). Orange juice is best for a hangover. Trust me, I know.

;) Nialler

You smiled softly to yourself and poured yourself a cup, drinking it slowly before going out to get your mail. There wasn’t anything important, but it was a simple task, and the only thing that you could still muster to do.

“MG, awake already?” Niall’s voice rang through the house, setting foot in the kitchen afterward.

You giggled, “It’s 2PM, Niall.”

With a chuckle, he stretched, “Ya feelin’ okay?”

“Mhm, actually. I think I needed that.” Putting the paper aside, you turn to him, “We need to catch up. When are you free?”

He tilted his head to the side, pondering his schedule before he smiled again, something you noticed he did often, “For you, whenever.”

His phone rang shortly after, cueing his time to leave.

“That’s my manager. He wants me to check out this new studio, though I’m supposed to be visiting my cousins here,” He rolled his eyes, shaking his head, “I’ll catch up with you, okay? I’ll text ya.”

“Ny, don’t you want your shirt back?” You asked quietly, not really wanting to give it back.

“It’s yours,” He took a step toward you, “Looks better on ya than me.”

Softly, he placed a kiss on your cheek and exited. You could have sworn you’d never felt anything so soft.

You were in the shower when the media first started to suspect it. Your friend Lila texted you an image of an article with the message, “(Y/N), I think you’ve broke the internet.” There, in big bold letters:

HARRY/(Y/N) SPLIT UPDATE: (Y/N) Seen In Mystery Man’s Shirt

As luck would have it, a few days later you’d see an article talking about Harry’s sweater Niall was seen wearing out that same day.

Well…

It wasn’t long until he was coming over nightly. Weekly meetings turned into daily, turned into overnight meetings.

Truthfully, there’d always been a spark there. Despite the curly-haired man dumping you a month prior, the moment you rekindled with Niall, you noticed something - a rare spark in the rain.

Each meeting ended in his kissing you on the cheek and finally waving goodbye.

It didn’t take long for you to realize that you were head over heels for this man. You remembered that exact moment. Around a year had passed since the breakup and it only hurt occasionally, especially when the press pestered you or you saw news about Harry.

Niall had invited you to a show he was doing near your apartment, offering up a front row seat and dinner at his hotel after.

Using it as an excuse to doll yourself up, you agreed and slipped on your favorite outfit before being escorted and driven by someone of Niall’s staff.

He was a tall man, kind of scary, if you were honest, but he was sweet and apparently a family man, going on and on about his husband and son.

By the time the concert came around, you’d already taken several pictures with fans, though many actually seemed to be in favor of you attending the concert, one even ranting about something that sounded an awful lot like the mixing of your name.

When you asked about it, she pulled up multiple accounts on Instagram, all dedicated to your history and pass times with Niall. You blushed, insisting that the two of you were just really good friends, knowing that they were the last people you’d probably want to know.

Screams erupted when the music for Flicker started, a song you’d always been fond of. It made Niall giggle sheepishly before thanking the crowd.

“Actually,” His voice echoed through the venue, “This song means a lot to me. Tonight I’m performing it for someone special.”

Screams came once more, and the girl who had showed you the accounts squealed, insisting that the song was in fact for you.

She eventually left you alone when another girl began talking to her and pulled her away from you (thankfully).

It was a soft and gentle song. As he kept singing, your skin produced goosebumps, the crowd swaying with his emotion. His eyes closed, his voice fondled every word carefully, you watched in awe.

Your mouth stood slightly agape, heart fluttering when his eyes opened and he looked directly at you. A gentle stare, full of longing and love. Of a history.

You knew the next line and mouthed it carefully, “Still a flicker of hope that you first gave to me that I wanna keep…Please don’t leave, please don’t leave.”

He closed his baby blues again, a soft smile on his face, obviously proud of him as he felt all the butterflies in his stomach find their way out of his body.

You’d slipped backstage after the show, finding Niall with ease and wiping sweat off his forehead.

“Niall!” You exclaimed, “That was wonderful!”

Running toward him, he wrapped his arms around you and spun you around, “I’m so glad ya liked it, darlin’.”

“I loved it!” You stared up at him with doe eyes, “And, um…Thank you for that song.”

You kissed his cheek subtly, causing him to turn red, though if you asked him about it, he’d say it was just hot and he had preformed for a little over two hours.

He bit his lip, obviously holding something back before his look softened, “Of course.”

You’d learn soon after what he meant to say, at dinner he had spoken, making you freeze in place.

“Flicker was written about you,” He suddenly said, reminding you of his habit of speaking abruptly.

You took your eyes from the view on the tall building and looked at him, “Huh?”

It was almost breathless, watching his baby blues avoid you, “It was written about you.“

Your heart melts itself right into your hand right at that moment, feeling the urge to go and just hold him.

“I want to be with you, (Y/N). Always have.”

Emotions run through you like things you’ve never felt before. You’re scared, excited, happy, sad, angry at the fact that you’ve been missing out on someone who was so sweet, who smelt of rain and sandalwood and the musk of someone so kind to the Earth.

Your lips finally manage to push out, “It’s like I’ve been waiting to hear that my whole life.”

Niall cupped your face, bringing it closer to him, not struggling against the small table. When your lips finally meet, it’s not anything like before at all. This kiss is different.

It’s not exciting in a way that makes you feel sick. It’s comfortable and kind and reassuring and safe.

Outside the huge window to the left of you, in the rain there’s a flash. Paparazzi.

“Oops.” Niall chuckles, pulling apart before turning his attention toward you again, resting his forehead on yours.

You met Harry again during an after party. He stood against the wall next to the bar of the venue, chewing on his lip. You hadn’t seen him at first, but then you locked eyes.

Trying to avoid him, you turned, only to feel his hand on your shoulder, “(Y/N)…Wait…”

You faced him with a fake smile, “Hey, H.”

He smiled back, feeling his tension release itself, “How have you been?”

“Great, really,” Taking a sip of your drink, you continued, “Finally learned how to drive.”

You lied, wanting him to think you were better off without him.

“Oh,” He glanced over at Niall who was talking to two guys, “So…him?”

You nodded, “Yup. That’s my boyfriend.”

Rocking on the heels of your feet, you looked down, “Camille seems nice, too.”

He shook his head, getting straight to the point, “I miss you.”

You but your lip, “Harry, that’s a lie…I know that. You told me yourself.”

He held your hand, placing it over his heart, “I mean this, love. I’ve been so empty without you.”

Your cheeks flushed red before you snapped out of it, “Harry, you have a girlfriend. Please…I can’t do this…Not to Niall or Camille or even myself. I’ve spent so much time crying over you.”

He felt pressure on his temples.

How often did you cry yourself to sleep because of him?

You made a hasty exit, joining your boyfriend, his arms wrapping around you as you snuggled into them, glancing at Harry every once in a while.

Harry found out later through magazines that you still didn’t know how to drive. Niall drove you everywhere and you were alright with it. Under any circumstance, he’d think it was cute, but now his veins went icy, knowing you’d lied.

When you realized it was love, it was different.

You were in a private booth, supporting your boyfriend of now a year when he called a fan out during Slow Hands.

The fan was carried up the stage, being revealed as a young girl, maybe around eight. She whispered into Niall’s ear, rocking shyly before he smiled down at her and mouthed, “We’ll do it together.”

With their hands connected, he danced gently with the kid, letting her finish verses here and there, goofy smiles on each of their faces.

You could have swore your heart stopped then, watching as he handed her back to her mom and made sure she was okay.

When he got off of the stage that time, you awaited in his dressing room, locking the unsuspecting Niall in with you before he noticed.

“So you’ve been here,” He smiled, unbuttoning his shirt a bit to let himself cool off.

Slyly, you made your way toward him without a word, tracing his collarbones with your nails, “I love you.”

It was the first time you’d said it, afraid of an attachment bringing you down, but you’d replied with ‘Me too’s and ‘I want to spend the rest of my life with you’s.

He froze simply, always being over affectionate, though it was something you loved.

“I love you.”

You kissed him passionately, your tongue dancing with his, backing him up into a counter.

Needing breath, you pulled away and replied, “I think we should have kids.”

A smile found its way to his lips before he hoisted you on the counter of the vanity, kissing you passionately with one goal in mind - to start a family.

Your shirt had found it’s way to the floor, your hands fixed on unbuttoning your boyfriend’s shirt before the door creaked open and something fell to the floor. Jumping up and pulling Niall toward you in an attempt to cover yourself, you squeaked. Niall giggled giddily, drunk on you before he noticed your pupils shrink, your body run cold, eyes fixated on the person behind him.

Harry. It was Harry.

Niall moved quicker than you’d ever seen him, wrapping you in a blanket you’d brought there earlier, turning back to his old friend.

“Erm, maybe I should just go…” Harry glanced down at the flowers he’d dropped, “I just came to congratulate you…You know…for your new album coming soon, and all.”

“No, no,” Niall smiled softly at his friend, “Look, just give (Y/N) a second here, alright? Let’s go outside.”

“Right. Sorry, MG.”

And with a kiss on your forehead, Niall was gone.

Niall had never seen Harry so distraught. As soon as the door closed, Harry’s eyes became red and watery.

“Ah…” Niall sighed, crossing his arms, knowing what was coming, “You didn’t come here for me, hm?”

With guilt, Harry’s head shook, “I…”

“I still love her.”

His voice quivered and he struggled to compose himself.

“Harry…” Niall was sympathetic, eyebrows dipped in worry, “You broke up with her, mate.”

“I was stupid, I know. I was just- I wasn’t used to not having that hunger that we had when we started, it scared me, I thought that I was wasting youth and, and-“

Running a hand through his hair, the shorter tapped his foot, “Jeez, Haz…”

“You know that’s normal, right? It just means you’ve never loved anyone before her. Love comes in phases. Honeymoon, or in this case, ‘hunger,’ is first, it lasts for a while. It’s when you can’t stop thinking about this person. Everything comes back to them. But it doesn’t last.”

Harry listened intently, biting his nails, “Then comes the Settling Down stage. You begin to notice small things that irk you, differences you hadn’t noticed. It scares you. After that is the Disappointment phase. The differences seem bigger than they are. You get scared. Maybe it doesn’t feel like love, but it is just as much as the hunger. That’s where you gave up, Harry.”

Fiddling with his rings, Harry avoided eye contact as if it were a disease, “If you’d continued, you would have seen that it is love. You’d accept it and it would feel normal. That’s the Comfortable stage. The Unconditional Love stage is last. That’s when you know what you’re in for. That’s when you last forever, mate.”

“Seems like you’re going through them all alone.”

Harry bit his lip, “Please.”

“Huh?” Niall puzzled.

“Please let me have another chance, Niall. I know it’s selfish but…I need her.”

Closing his eyes, the older of the two sighed a long breath, whispering so (Y/N) wouldn’t hear, “Harry…I’m proposing to her tomorrow. She just told me she wants us to have kids.”

He didn’t feel the tears run down his face until they dropped down to his hands. He made the biggest mistake of his life.

“Look, Harry, I have to go, but keep in touch, okay? And try to make things right with (N/N). She doesn’t deserve this.”

Swiftly, he left, leaving Harry to himself.

Niall found you soon after, sitting in the couch and scrolling through your phone aimlessly, trying to get your ex out of your mind. In his arms, you forgot everything.

You’d find yourself pregnant in the upcoming months, the pregnancy going over well before it happened.

You sat in bed, caressing your overgrown belly, carrying the six month old fetus, as your phone beeped.

LILA: (Y/N). Look at this.

Attached was a link, a throwaway YouTube account, and there, in big, bold letters.

Leaked Harry Styles Song - Hunger

You couldn’t help but listen to it, finding your eyes swell with tears.

Niall was gone for the time being, doing interviews, leaving you alone. Wallowing in the past.

“I lost my taste for the good in us,” His voice was so raw, painful, noting everything from the hunger to the lying.

And he was sorry.

You sniffed, beginning to sob wildly. The mix of unbalanced hormones made the nostalgia hit harder, and for just a moment, you thought, ‘What if he means it? What if everything turns out okay and you can be just like before?’

Blindly, you dialed his number without much thinking, knowing that by now, he’d have found out of the leak of the personal song. You could tell that it was never meant to be shared, and yet, through tears, you wanted to let him know how much it meant.

“Hello?” He answered, his voice hopeful and it sounded like he’d been crying, too.

But all you could do was press the red button to hang up, anxiety getting the best of you.

Just what were you supposed to do now?

You cried into your hands, not knowing what was right anymore.

On one hand, you had an amazing fiancé, a baby, and an upcoming wedding. A picture-perfect life.

But on the other, the prince of your dreams was there, ready to sweep you away, countless adventures under his belt, ready to show you everything, the risky sides, the passion.

Had you made a mistake?

No, Harry had.

Or maybe, if you love something and set it free, only to have it come back, then maybe it was meant to be?

“Fuck,” You hiccuped, remembering the lyrics as you rested your head against the headboard, eyes closed, “Fuck.”

Maybe now, you thought, just a flicker of hunger for that life remained in your heart.

[feralxsteddie]

Oh you no longer feel when your heart's turned to gold

His crew had stumbled upon this town on the way to one of the bigger trading cities on the road. It was quiet but the people were friendly, and whenever asked about a place to stay or something to do everyone said the same.

'Ah if you're looking for a place to stay for the night, Benny's is your best bet.'

So says the townspeople, many good reviews for the aforementioned tavern, good drink and food, even better entertainment. Eddie wasn't expecting much but as they crossed the threshold it was barely evening and the building was packed.

A long bar at the back and just across the dozen or so tables was a wide stage with a band setting up. Downstage was a single stool he assumed was reserved for the highly praised 'crown jewel' of the establishment. Whenever Eddie asked for more details on the singer people waved him off, saying he needed to hear for himself. As a fellow bard his interest was piqued indeed, by chance a table was open right in front of the stage and Eddie took the opportunity to sit his band mates before heading to the bar to take care of the first round. He approached the gentleman at the counter with a friendly smile, tapping the wood to get the barman's attention.

'Good evening my good man, think I could get a round of ale for four?' Eddie slid a silver across the counter, and the man regards him with a nod before taking the coin and begins filling a few cups.

'You dont look familiar, what brings you in?'

'Just passing by, we're a humble group of musicians looking for work where it comes.'

'Ah, well if you have a good ear and an even better eye you should enjoy the stage tonight.'

'So I've heard, you don't suppose you can tell me more about this crown jewel you all have hidden here?' As the words left his lips the sharp sound of someone snapping their fingers rang across the room. A magical energy dimmed the sconces along the walls and a hush fell on the crowd as someone walked on stage.

A soft voice hit his ears before Eddie even turned around, the bartender gave him a knowing look and pushed the drinks toward him.

He couldn't tell you how long it took to get back to his table, or what his companions were talking about. Eddie's entire focus was in front of him, watching a beautiful man sing for the audience before him. Their eyes met for a moment and the singer angled a wink just for him before continuing.

The music picks up on the next song just as the singer jumps to his feet and makes his way through the tables, effortlessly picking up ladies and spinning them in place, dipping other lads who take his arm, dancing across the room until he reaches Eddie's table and offers his hand to the vagabond.

Eddie takes the bait, if only to get a closer look at the 'jewel'. The man pulls him from the seat so they were chest to chest, before Eddie has the chance to count the moles on his face the man swings him back at an arms length, before tugging back and leading them in a false tango. The man's voice a clear tone that washed pleasantly over Eddie's mind. It made him want to hear more, feel more.

He was unceremoniously dropped back into his seat before the jewel sauntered back onstage. One of Eddie's friends -Gareth, the his oldest and closest- clapped a hand on his shoulder, unknowingly shaking the butterflies out of Eddie's throat.

The rest of the night flew by in a whirlwind of drink and music and laughter. By the time they decided to retire for the night Eddie was separated from his group, a large hand holding him back by his arm. He was pretty sure he was being good that night, didn't even spill a drink or pick on any of the more drunken patrons of the tavern. The bartender from before gave him a little push in the other direction, leading him toward a more secluded table in the corner where the 'jewel' was sitting and watching his approach.

They sit at that little table for who knows how long, sharing stories, vague enough to be entertaining but without revealing too much, the jewel who's now introduced himself as Evan. Eddie senses that the other has something else he wants to say, wants to ask him but nothing below surface level conversation happens. Eddie gets in invite to the singer's room, off the books- free of charge.

Eddie falls back onto the too soft bed, sinking down in a pile of furs and silks while Evan settles himself onto his lap.

Eddie wakes up before the sun is fully in the sky. There's yelling downstairs, is the second thing he notices.

The first thing is the cold press of metal against his throat.

'Where the hell are you from? Did he send you?'

Evan- no.

Eddie takes a shuddering breath as a piece of parchment with neat black script is shoved in front of his face.

For the return of Prince Stephan Alexander Harrington, a reward of two hundred thousand gold, paid upon arrival.

[it-happened-one-fic]

One Hell of a Team - Childe

Author Notes: This one kind of halfway stemmed from a song by AmaLee & Divide Music called "One Hell of a Team." It's actually a song for a fandom I know nothing about but listened to while writing this. It was actually interesting writing for this character. The debate about whether to call him Childe, Tartaglia, or Ajax was a difficult one. As per usual reader is gender-neutral. Also I decided to start including word counts in my posts to give everyone a length estimate. I might go back through and them to past works at some point.

Type: Fluff/slight flirtation, romance hinted

Word count: 1465

Childe, Tartaglia, Ajax. The eleventh of the Fatui Harbingers went by several different names and at this point I didn’t even know which one was the real one. But his numerous titles were fitting considering the many masks he donned for his duties. To some he was a murderer, to others he was a comrade, and to some he was a brother. But to me…. To me he was a pest.

“Y/n!!” I turned to see the redhead trotting over, one hand waving in the air as he grinned at me. How he managed to find me whenever I was working on a commission was beyond me. But he always showed up with some excuse. Taking care of Fatui business, out for a walk, avoiding a coworker. You name he’d said it. But I’d come to realize quite some time ago that he merely showed up to bug me. 

Well… That and I always ended up fighting something on my commissions. 

I sighed, stopping in my tracks as he bounded up alongside me like a rather excitable dog. His oddly flat blue eyes, which I’d learned the hard way he could be quite touchy about, managed to show a faint glimmer as he came to stop next to me.

“Fancy seeing you here,” I ignored the flirtatious lilt to his words and rolled my eyes slightly. 

“Quite.”

He had the gall to grin at my flat tone, “So what daring deed are you venturing off to do today? Mind if I tag along?” I glanced over, barely meeting his gaze before I quickly broke eye contact.

It was hard to maintain eye contact with him. He always seemed to take it to mean something since he was always reading into every single action anyone took. Even if it didn’t actually have any meaning to it. 

“There’s been sightings of some aggressive Geovishaps in this area and rumors of a missile wielding monster which is probably a Ruin Guard.” I voice was calm as I answered him but in truth I was carefully watching him, gauging his reaction to my words.

He frowned slightly but in a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it change of expression his somber expression was quickly replaced by his usual smile, “Ah, you really have got to let me come along if there’s a Ruin Guard. My little brother, Teucer, loves those things.”

Ah yes. Teucer. I’d met him briefly and had been incredibly concerned. He’d handed me a bag of money in request to take care of him. Which I did with more than a little confusion and concern. I later found out he’d apparently done this to the Traveler as well but that was neither here nor there.

What was important was that he adored Ruin Guards and was, I was fairly certain, the main reason Childe now liked to follow me around.

“He’d be thrilled if I were to send him a letter about how his nice adventurer buddy and I found some Ruin Guards while on a walk one day.” At Childe’s words I sighed but nodded.

“Alright, you can come along. But this had better not have anything to do with Fatui business I told you-”

“I know, I know. You don’t want anything to do with the Fatui,” I at last met his gaze openly and found he was smiling down at me. Strange, since he usually smirked or grinned. 

Strange until his oddly sweet smile turned conniving and he held up a camera, jostling it slightly, “Buuut you won’t mind it if I take a picture as proof to send to Teucer, Right?”

I could practically feel my eyeball twitch, “If you can manage to get a photo of us and a Ruin Guard without getting killed to send to you brother then be my guest.”

He smirked. Challenge accepted evidently enough. Cocky little-

 “So where are we headed?” His question was speedy, cutting off my less-than kind thoughts as if he somehow knew what I was thinking.

I idly pulled my map out and unrolled as he leaned around me to better see the lines on the paper. Though he didn’t have to get that close…

 “Not far, just right over in these caves,” I pointed towards the proper area on the map, indicating where we were headed.

He let out a hum, reaching around to grip the paper as he scanned it, “And your commission is what exactly?”

This was the odd thing about Childe accompanying me. He always wanted to know the specifics of the commission. According to him it was because he only did jobs if he could totally complete them, but he never accepted any of the reward. 

Instead I was the one that got any and all bonuses for completing the commission beyond the commissioner’s expectations.

His excuse of only doing jobs he would be successful at didn’t make any sense anyway. I knew for a fact he didn’t care what the other harbingers thought of him and I also knew he didn’t mind losing a fight. In fact he always took it as a challenge to get better.

Despite my confusion, I found myself explaining the particulars of the commission, “Kill as many Geovishaps and Ruin Guards as possible and make the area safe again.”

 I watched in vague amusement as Childe made a confused expression, turning his head so he could eye me, “Why does the area need to be safe? No one ever goes that way. It’s not a mine or something is it?”

I shook my head, still studying the map for any additional exits from the caves that I might need to worry about,“No. It is the location of some ruins that are of interest to some excavators though.”

“Famous ruins?” His eyebrows rose as he questioned me and I grinned despite myself. There it was. The legendary lack of knowledge of Childe who had been staying in Liyue for at least a year now.

I nodded in response to his question, “Very, they supposedly have something to do with Rex Lapis’s achievements during the Archon War.” 

To my surprise he grinned, at last releasing my map and straightening from his half-bent position, “So there might be treasure hoarders?”

I felt my smile fall as understanding slapped me upside the head. He was hoping for more opponents. As if Geovishaps and Ruin Guards weren’t enough. 

I shook my head, rolling up my map and slipping it back into my bag, “I certainly hope not. That would be a few too many opponents for me.”

His arm fell across my shoulders, an unexpected weight that almost made me stumble as my eyes widened at its appearance, “Don’t worry about it Comrade. I can handle any excess opponents that you can’t.”

I glanced up, sighing slightly at his confident smile. I received a wink as soon as I made eye contact which caused me to shake my head and look away, before smiling despite myself. But he didn’t need to know that.

Despite his annoying nature, Childe was right, I thought to myself. He was reliable when it came to a fight.

These were thoughts that I soon regretted. 

We had beat everything and he’d even managed to get the picture, but at what cost? There had been three Geovishaps, one ruin guard, and a whole motley crew of treasure hoarders. We had beaten all of them but we’d also destroyed a fair bit of what was already ruins. I could only hope that none of it had been important.

I was huffing as I pulled my sword out of the last Geovishap. Childe waltzed over, a cocky grin on his face as his weapons disappeared, “Tired Y/n?”

I rolled my shoulders and nodded, not even bothering to hide it, “Naturally, look at everything we had to fight.” I gestured to the corpses of Geovishaps and still steaming Ruin Guard Childe had just slaughtered.

Luckily the treasure hoarders had fled after just a bit of fighting with me and Childe. That didn’t mean it had been any less tiring though.

Unbothered as ever, Childe grinned and walked around behind me. One hand landing on my shoulder while the other extended out and gestured to the scene I just pointed out to him, “‘And look at everything you and I beat together.”

Especially when I’d been dodging boulder sized chunks of wall that the ruin guard had broken up during its attacks.

I’d nearly been crushed. Twice.

I glanced towards him just as he leaned around me so he was looking directly in my eyes with dull blue ones. Our noses were almost touching.

 I blinked in surprise at his closeness and leaned back slightly which only seemed to make him grin more, “We make one hell of a team huh?”

[clickyourradio]

The Dreadnoughts have just announced their new single Problem to support the release of their upcoming full length out June 24th on Stomp Records. The new album “Roll & Go” was written primarily by singer/guitarist Nicholas Smyth in his one bedroom apartment in New York City at the peak of the first wave of the pandemic, with a newborn infant, during lockdown. With band members based in New York, Vancouver, London, and Edmonton, the band decided to record in the unlikely location of Norwalk, Connecticut at the Factory Underground Studios. After ducking and weaving through countless travel restrictions, the Dreadnoughts managed to learn, record and mix an entire album in nine days. It was a harrowing, intense experience, one made even more intense by the fact that six guest musicians were recording their own parts in six different cities around the world, and that all of this had to be coordinated with virtually no time.  But they got it done! The result is Roll & Go: the Dreadnoughts fifth, and possibly finest, studio album.

Reflecting on the meaning behind the advance single Problem, Smyth remarks, “This song is about our love-hate-mostly-love-but-sometimes-really-hate relationship with Poland, a country we've toured many times.  In particular, it's about a winter tour we did where everything just kept breaking and going wrong, and we kept fighting it and raging against it until we realized that this was normal in Poland, and that you needed to just do what everyone else did: sit back, have a beer and a smoke, and say "to hell with it." The Poles are amazing at this, it's actually a really healthy attitude to have in a lot of situations.  The song's title comes from a word that means the same in English and Polish, and we quickly realized that we were going to hear it from our tour manager (who spoke no English) about 18 times a day.  ‘Ah…’ he would say, his face scrunching up and worry-creasing his forehead... ‘Problem’."  

With over 80 MILLION streams on Spotify alone, The Dreadnoughts are the biggest band you’ve never heard of. Formed in the dirty and violent back rooms of Vancouver’s infamous Ivanhoe Hotel back in ’06, they’ve been on a cider-fueled bender across the globe bringing their furious brand of celtic polka punk klezmer mayhem to an ever growing legion of obsessed fans.

[leefics]

hidden camera | #angelhours drabble

excerpt | in which bts tries to pull a prank on you but it doesn't go as expected.

pairing | bts x idol!reader

genre | slight angst, fluff, crack

warning/s | none

lee’s notes | just some comedic relief for you guys! I wrote it on implule and thought i'd share it with anyway even though it’s not the usual length :')

word count | 1.34k words

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"GOOD WORK!" THE STAGE MANAGER EXCLAIMS as you arrive backstage.

You had just finished your first-ever special stage at MAMA as a solo artist. Being a rookie, HYBE thought it would be beneficial to your popularity if you performed a cover of another artist.

Unfortunately though, it was a very last-minute decision, so you weren’t given much time to practice before the day itself. It didn’t help either that the song chosen for you was Black Swan by BTS, a song produced by a senior group at your own entertainment company. So, when you made a mistake, you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed and frustrated.

"Hey, don't be so hard on yourself, alright?" Your manager says as she walks you out of the backstage area.

You simply sigh and shake your head, the frown still etched onto your face as the moment continues to replay in your head.

What will BTS think of me? You think to yourself with a frown.

But as you two walk down the hallway, she suddenly stops you halfway through and opens the door to a certain room. You tilt your head at her, very much confused as to why she was leading you into a room that certainly wasn't yours.

Your confusion quickly fades; however, once you noitce seven familiar faces inside the room, each seemingly busy with their own thing. You immediately shake your head, refusing to come inside.

"I can't go in there, unnie. Not after the mistake I just made." You mumble with a frown.

But to no avail, your manager simply shakes her head leads you inside, insisting that it was BTS who wanted you to visit them and not her. You huff and follow her inside, respectfully greeting the people in the room.

"H-Hello." You say, bowing towards everyone.

They all perk up once they see you, waving and greeting you back before glancing at one another.

"(Y/N)-ah!" Namjoon exclaims, walking towards you cheerfully.

You greet each of them with a forced smile, still quite embarrassed and nervous to see if they noticed your mistake. Then, once you come face-to-face with Hoseok, your nervousness quickly escalates upon noticing the unreadable expression on his face.

"You made a mistake, huh?" Hoseok says in a half-playful tone, patting your shoulder.

You force out a smile and nod embarrassingly, scratching the back of your head.

"Yeah—my mind kind of went blank at one point during the performance." You mumble, looking downwards.

Hoseok lets out a huff, putting his hands in his pockets.

"You definitely should've practiced harder, then. You're lucky you were able to recover right away when you made a mistake. But you should know that that’s not always the case." Hoseok says in a slightly scolding tone, your eyes still cast towards the ground in shame.

As Hoseok continues to talk to you, you don't notice the glances the other members were giving you as they watched, cautious expressions displayed on their faces.

"If you work harder next time, you'll do better. Just learn from this mistake and make sure not to repeat it."

You sigh and nod, trying your best to maintain a professional expression. Unfortunately for you, tears begin to spill out of your eyes as you remain frustrated by your actions.

"Okay, oppa. I’ll do better next time, thank you for your advice." You say as kindly as you could, your voice slightly cracking at the end.

Hoseok hears your voice falter and is immediately taken aback, the stern look on his face quickly fading away. He crouches down slightly to see your expression and his eyes immediately widening once he sees the sadness on your face.

"Shit—wait (Y/N), I was kidding! P-Please don’t be sad, you were amazing on stage!" He suddenly exclaims, now panicking.

You’re immediately confused, wondering why Hoseok’s demeanor suddenly changed.

"W-What?" You ask, looking extremely dumbfounded as you meet his eyes.

“It was a prank! Aish—this wasn’t how it was supposed to go!“ Hoseok exclaims, ruffling his hair in frustration.

You continue stare at him in confusion, a few leftover tears still falling down your cheeks as you try to comprehend what was going on. As you did, the other members also begin to get ahold of what was happening and realize that they may have taken the prank a bit too far.

"Yah! Did you make (Y/N)-ie cry?!" Seokjin quickly asks, jabbing his finger towards Hoseok chest.

The rest of the members begin to play along and act innocent, putting the blame on Hoseok.

"How dare you hurt our baby's feelings?!" Jimin quickly adds, wrapping his arms around you as though to protect you.

Upon seeing their reactions, you quickly let out a small laugh through your sniffles, wiping the tears away from your eyes. Jimin frowns upon seeing this and gives you a hug, rubbing your back as he glares at Hoseok.

"I'm sorry, (Y/N)-ah. I didn't mean to make you cry! We were only supposed to make you a bit upset before we’d stop and say it was a prank.” Hoseok explains, frowning as he sees your tears.

"A little upset my foot! Our baby is sad now because of you!" Jungkook exclaims, playfully hitting Hoseok.

You laugh and this and sniffle, shaking your head in disbelief as Jimin lets you go.

"I knew we wouldn't succeed. It's just impossible to hurt our (Y/N)-ie." Yoongi says with a sigh, the other members agreeing.

“We should have known from the start not to even try.” Taehyung adds, a pout now also forming on his face.

“She’s too cute for our good.” Jimin coos, squeezing your cheeks like a baby.

You chuckle at this and take Jimin’s hands off of your cheek, still slightly puzzled as to why they wanted to prank you in the first place. And as though he read your mind, Namjoon quickly explains the situation.

“It’s a BigHit tradition to prank our hoobaes. We just never found a good opportunity to do it to you. So, when Hoseok joked about it while you were on stage, we thought we might give it a try.” He explains, shrugging sheepishly.

Upon hearing his explanation, Hoseok’s eyes widen as he stares at the leader in disbelief.

“Yah! You guys have been making it seem like I was the only one who planned it—you guys are just as much to blame as I am!“ Hoseok whines, feeling betrayed.

He then turns towards you and hugs you, pulling back to wipe the remaining tears on your cheeks.

“I’m so sorry, (Y/N)-ie. I shouldn’t have let those troublemakers talk me into scolding you for fun.” Hoseok says with a pout, making you let out a soft chuckle.

“It’s okay, oppa. I know it was all for good fun anyways. Besides—your advice is still valid.” You respond, a pout slowly forming on your face as you once again recall your mistake on stage.

Hoseok sees this and shakes his head, placing both his hands on your cheeks as he stares right into your eyes.

“Yah (Y/N), don’t beat yourself up for it, alright? You still did amazing.” Hoseok says, smiling at you reassuringly before letting go of your cheeks.

“Hyung’s right, (Y/N)-ah. Besides, he’s made much more mistakes than you and look, he’s still doing great.” Jungkook adds, causing Hoseok to turn around and glare at him.

“Like you haven’t made any mistakes either!” Hoseok quickly argues, Jungkook laughing and rolling his eyes.

The two begin to get defensive over who made more mistakes in the past, swiftly accusing one another easily. As you watch them, a smile slowly creeps onto your face, your earlier frustrations now disolving into the air.

Meanwhile, Seokjin sighs as he watches the two members, quickly walking between them before raising both of his hands up.

“Yah! That’s enough.” He exclaims, the rest of the members laughing in disbelief.

Jimin clears his throat, putting his arm on your shoulder as he grabs the attention of the other members.

“Anyways, I think we all owe (Y/N) for making her cry today.” Jimin says, patting your head.

Before you could say anything, the other members quickly agree. Taehyung raises his hand up, already with an idea.

“Why don’t we have a pizza night? There’s no better way to apologize than with food.” Taehyung suggests.

Everyone immediately agrees and starts to settle on a time and place. Suddenly, Namjoon pauses and tilts his head to one side in confusion.

“Wait—but who’s paying?“ He asks, looking at his members.

“I think Hoseok should, he was the one who made her cry anyways.” Yoongi says bluntly, causing Hoseok to scoff.

“Yah! For the last time—it wasn’t only my idea!”

[sirthisisa-wendys]

hello wendy! 💗 can i request working in the brothel wherein you and draken had become really close and he always kind of had an eye for you but would never do anything about it since he treated the girls that work there as family/friends so he didnt wanna cross the line but one day you asked if you could use his shower since urs was broken and you know how it goes 👀

please feel free to ignore if you want. thank you so much!

Rule Breakers: Ken Ryuguji x Fem!Reader

wc: 1.3k

tw: NSFW

masterlist

song recommendation:

"Draken..."

The dragon tattoo peeks out from behind the doorway as you pad over to his room, your towel wrapped tightly around your body.

"What's up, y/n?" When Draken turns to face you, his eyes widen slightly, then narrow, picking up on the fact that something is very wrong if you're out in the hallway with a red face.

"My shower," you explain, pointing behind you.

Draken swallows hard when he sees the swell of your breasts, nipples prominent under the thin towel you called "protection".

"It's not working anymore."

Ah, right. The shower.

Draken had almost forgotten his little "deconstruction" of the showerhead he'd orchestrated earlier. It had taken him a considerable amount of time - time that you were spending out shopping with some of the other girls - to disassemble the pieces just so, then put it back together.

It'd been a spur-of-the-moment choice that's now paying off in dividends.

"You can always use my shower," Draken offers nonchalantly. At first, you're hesitant. What if it isn't clean? What if he's gross like all of the boys you know? Hesitantly, you nod, walking into the bathroom and shutting the door.

Here goes nothing.

When you flick on the lights, you see an incredibly neat bathroom.

Like, impeccable.

How Draken keeps the bathroom hotel-pristine, you don't know. But when you step into the shower, you let yourself relax, thinking about how kind Draken has been to you as of late. He's let you use his shower, allowed you to crash in his room when you weren't with customers, even taken the time to do your hair when you weren't feeling up to the task.

He's like the best friend you never had - considering your circumstances - which also makes it a little unnerving when you find yourself thinking about him sexually.

You imagine him coming in as one of your customers - a rich, older man with no wife, no kids, just a need to satisfy - and how he'd treat you. You wonder if he'd ask you to go down on him first or if he'd oblige to eat you out (in your wildest fantasies, Draken does it without asking). And you know he's not one to play around with his dick game.

You've seen the outline in his sweatpants while he's walking around the brothel. Everyone knows Draken isn't one to fuck with when it comes to his size or length.

Would he be tender? Or would he be rough and demanding, whispering filthy things in your ears while he collects what he paid for?

Your fingers are instinctively working on your clit, rubbing it furiously while the water hits your back. But the moan that escapes isn't something you fully remember until the door opens with a thud.

"You okay, y/n? Something wrong?"

You instantly remove your hands from your cunt, fumbling for an answer.

"Um..." You pause. "I'm fine, just hit my toe in here."

"Did you stub it on the corner?" Draken snatches back the curtain in his haste, hoping you're not bleeding out from your toes when--

You gasp, feeling cold air hit your backside and turning around to snatch the curtain back. But you can't move when you see Draken's gaze hungrily eyeing your naked figure in the shower. There's a brief moment where you both wonder if you should be doing this, but you move first, grabbing his shirt and pulling him forward into the spray of the showerhead.

Draken doesn't think; at this point, he's on auto-pilot. To him, a pretty girl + a shower + she's naked + I want her = this. You forget everything else as you kiss him, lips gentle and plush and everything you've ever wanted in a man. And Draken doesn't touch you with harsh fingers. No, he gently smooths them across your skin, touches your face with sweeping gestures, and cups your chin with feather-light strokes.

Soon, his shirt is clinging to his muscled figure and his pants are drenched. But again, Draken doesn't seem to mind. He just takes them off, the articles of clothing landing with a wet thump on the floor of the shower.

Then he presses you back against the wall, both of his hands braced above your head. You're so enamored with his lips that you don't notice the thick, veiny cock filling the space between you. This is against every code of ethics Draken has ever stood for, but you... you're worth breaking the rule.

"Draken," you whisper, chest now pressed against the wall while he rides your squeezed-together thighs. "Draken, you're so big..." The large man presses a kiss to your shoulder, humming softly.

"Afraid I won't fit, sweetheart?" He's being genuine, you discern. If he wasn't, he wouldn't have asked you such a silly question. Of course, you're worried he won't fit.

"Yeah," you reply anyway, moaning as his tip caresses your clit gently.

"Don't worry," Draken breathes in your ear. "I'll fit every inch inside of you."

_____________________________________________________________

"Draken, Draken, Draken," you pant, legs spread apart on the bed as the man behind you presses himself into your soaking wet cunt. You've been dry for a while elsewhere, but you rode Draken's fingers to your first orgasm, then let him drag you out of the shower and to the bed. He tossed a few towels across the sheets and opened you up like a present on Christmas Day; like you're the girl he'd always dreamt of having.

"Unnhh..."

If you crane your head a little to the left, you can see yourself in the mirror, mouth open, chest to the bed. The view is incredible, but it surely can't compare to the view Draken has.

"Just one more inch, princess."

"C-can't..."

"Shh, shh, shh..." Gentle fingers roam from the top of your back to the small of your back. "You can. I know you can."

Your hands grip the sheets above you as he sinks a little deeper, reaching a part of you no client has dared to reach before. You know he's bottomed out when he sighs in content, and you feel close to splitting in two around his cock. The pain and pleasure crest as Draken begins to rock back and forth, starting off as slow as he can.

"Oh, my god..." You toss your head back with your eyes closed, thinking about nothing as Draken fucks you stupid.

"Baby girl," he coos, wrapping his hand around your neck. "Don't tell me you're already drunk on this cock." You can't reply, not with the stretching Draken is giving you. "Look at me." You open your eyes but can't focus quite yet, staring into space as the cock inside of you rubs you in all the right places. Kisses rain down on your neck and shoulders, the pumping sensation increasing as you're deposited softly on the bed again.

A sharp building sensation runs through you, and you angle your hips backward, meeting Draken thrust for thrust. None of your other clients have ever done anything this earth-shattering.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," you keen, arching your back more. Draken hisses between his teeth, hands gripping your hips tightly.

"You like making men cum quickly, don't you," Draken grumbles, speeding up his stroke. "Don't you, baby?"

"Please," you whine dumbly, which is answered with a series of taps on your cunt with the fingers of one hand.

"Cum with me," the man behind you urges you. "You know you want to."

"Sh-- Shit!"

"That's it. Cum all over this cock." Draken continues to pat on your clit, and you come undone as quickly as you can, hips jerking back and forth as you suck his cock into you with every shudder.

"Gonna... gonna cum..." Draken grunts then proceeds to moan repeatedly, his hips stuttering into yours. The high is short-lived, however. "That's one," Draken huffs. "Think can you help me break my record of three in one night, sweetheart?"

"Uh-huh," you murmur.

"That's my girl."

[helaintoloki]

Meet the Family

pairing: Pietro Peter Maximoff x fem!reader

warnings: angst, manipulation, reader is a Westview hostage controlled by Wanda, etc., 2.5k in length

notes: writing a piece that takes place in the WandaVision universe was such a challenging and fun experience, and I really tried to capture the same dark undertones of the show so I hope you enjoy!

summary: An innocent family dinner with Pietro’s new girlfriend reveals that life in Westview is not what it seems. Uncle Pietro introduces y/n to the family!

Y/n almost feels like she’s being watched as the warm hand of her boyfriend— since when do I have a boyfriend?— carefully guides her trembling figure up the front steps of his sister’s house and rings the doorbell. Her grip on the glass dish of brownies in her hands is so impossibly tight she fears she might just break it, and when the silver haired man swoops down to steal a kiss from her cherry gloss stained lips she can’t help but to feel nauseated. The sickness morphs into guilt immediately, and when he looks down upon her with a gaze so tender and fond she forces herself to bat her eyes and smile at him. What kind of girlfriend is horrible enough to be disgusted by a kiss from her own boyfriend? Something isn’t right here...

“Don’t even sweat it, babe, my little sis is going to love you!” Pietro comforts with an easygoing grin plastered on his features.

“I hope so,” y/n murmurs quietly, nervously chewing at her bottom lip. This is the audition, her one shot at impressing the boss, and if even one tiny minuscule detail is thrown out of place then there goes her new house and fancy wardrobe and y/n is written out of the show. Permanently.

“My girlfriend is such a worrywart,” he laughs fondly with a gentle pinch of her cheek. It’s as if a switch is flipped inside of her, and this time when she smiles at him it is genuine and full of unadulterated love.

“I just want everything to be perfect, I know how much this means to you,” she replies earnestly, too dazed to notice the soft aww that drifts through the air from the audience. Pietro smiles.

“Man, did I luck out on finding the most perfect girl in the world or what?”

“Well us being together certainly isn’t a coincidence,” she notes with a small smile. The uneasiness begins to wash over her again, but y/n isn’t given a chance to dwell on the feeling as the front door swings open and a vibrant looking young woman stands in the doorway, almost beaming at the two with pure glee.

“Thank goodness you made it!” She exclaims, hand delicately resting on her chest to showcase her relief before she pulls the stranger her brother into a hug.

“Like we’d really miss Sunday dinner,” Pietro jokes before pressing a chaste kiss to his sister’s cheek. His hand returns to the small of y/n’s back and the fond smile pulls at his lips again. “Wanda, I’d like to introduce you to a very special little lady, my girlfriend y/n.”

“Oh, she’s very special indeed,” Wanda notes with an overzealous wink, ignoring the way in which the brownie dish begins to tremble in the poor girl’s hands. Just a little stage fright, that’s all. “It’s very nice to meet you, y/n. I’m Wanda.”

“It’s an honor to meet you,” the girl replies earnestly, “Pietro has told me so much about you.”

“Well aren’t you sweet! Please, come in,” Wanda grins, ushering the two inside before shutting the door. “Boys, Uncle Pietro is here!”

“What a lovely place you have,” y/n compliments. Her eyes scan the perfectly decorated home in wonder, awe, and a third thing she can’t quite place for if she dwells on it for too long her head begins to ache and her surroundings begin to grow fuzzy.

“Oh, please, it’s just a little something I threw together,” she jokes, canned laughter echoing distantly in the background of y/n’s mind.

“Uncle Pietro!” Two voices exclaim, and y/n watches curiously as her boyfriend lets out an ecstatic laugh before rushing forward to scoop the twin boys in his arms.

“If it isn’t my favorite little trouble makers!” He grins, making sure to ruffle both heads of hair. “Billy, Tommy, say hi to your aunt y/n.”

“Hi, aunt y/n,” Billy greets politely. Tommy is at her side in an instant, movements so quick y/n can’t help but to let out a startled yelp as he lunges for the dish in her hands.

“Are those brownies?!”

“Tommy, where are your manners?” Wanda chides gently, shaking her head with a laugh and reaching for the pastries. “Boys will be boys. I’ll take these off your hands.”

“Oh, uh, yes, thank you...” y/n murmurs softly, brows stitched together in discomfort.

“You’ll have to excuse my husband’s absence, another late night at the office. You know how it is, don’t you?”

“I can’t say I do.”

“Hmm... Well, make yourself comfortable. Dinner will be ready soon, I’ll just go put these in the kitchen.”

“Oh, do you need any h-“

“No,” Wanda blurts out abruptly, startling everyone in the room. She plasters on a smile, “No thank you. How can I be a good hostess if my guest is doing all the work for me?”

“You’re right, I’m so sorry,” y/n flounders, panic clear amongst her features. “I-I didn’t mean to impose at all.”

“No apologies,” the woman murmurs quietly, a small smile on her lips and an admonitory glimmer in her eyes, “we’re going to have a nice family dinner, and everything is going to be just perfect.”

The tension in the air is suffocating, wrapping itself in a slow growing hold around y/n’s neck. Her eyes begin to water, bottom lip quivering in fear as she looks around the room that suddenly feels too big and too bright. She doesn’t belong here with these people, something is wrong, the man she came here with is not hers, and as Wanda’s figure retreats behind the kitchen door y/n makes a mad dash towards the nearest exit.

“Whoa!” Pietro exclaims with an uneasy laugh, and in a blue flash she suddenly finds herself being scooped up off her feet and tossed back down on the couch in between the apprehensive twins faster than her fried brain can even comprehend. “Not so fast there, missy. Just where do you think you’re going?”

“I... I don’t feel right,” the young woman murmurs, wincing at the uncomfortable dryness of her throat as she swallows. “I want to go home and lie down.”

“Don’t be like that, babe,” he chides with a disappointed frown, “this is my family.”

“But what about my family?” Y/n whispers, tears welling in her eyes as she realizes that whenever she attempts to picture the life she once lived not a single thing comes to mind. “I don’t have a family.”

“This is your family now. We talked about this, remember? We came to Westview to make Wanda happy, and you don’t want to upset her, do you?”

“No,” she replies meekly, shuddering when the calloused pad of his thumb swipes across her warm cheek to remove any evidence of tears. No, I don’t want to make her unhappy, because if I do then I’m written off the show and I don’t know what will happen to me if I am. “I want to spend time with my new family.”

“Atta girl,” Pietro grins as he cups her face with both hands and brings her in for a kiss.

“Yuck!” Tommy exclaims in disgust from beside the couple, and this time y/n can’t help the bubbly laughter that escapes her at the young boy’s antics. Any memory of her previous meltdown is quickly wiped from her mind, and all she can think of now is how utterly grateful she is to be loved by such a wonderful man and be taken in by his wonderful family.

She pulls Pietro in for another kiss and giggles uncontrollably when he responds by tickling her sides, all while Wanda watches carefully from behind the scenes.

~~~

“Dream of better lives, the kind which never hate. Trapped in a state of imaginary grace.”

Her voice is quiet and serene as she hums along to the Modern English song playing on the radio, a content smile on her face as she washes the dishes leftover from dinner. It was the least she could do after the lovely evening Wanda had hosted; her sister-in-law had been called upon by the neighbor Agnes for a task that hadn’t quite been specified, so y/n was happy to tidy up while her boyfriend spent quality time with the boys. She couldn’t remember the last time she had felt as happy and content as she did now— she couldn’t remember anything, really— and y/n knew then and there that moving to Westview with Pietro had been the right decision for the family, for his sister and themselves, and for the children, too. Yes, everything was just peachy keen.

The kitchen door swings open and in walks a man y/n has never seen before. He looks just as surprised as she is when their eyes meet, an awkward smile on his red face and the morning paper in his hands, and y/n slowly drops the dish she had been washing back into the sink.

“Hello,” the man greets curtly, “I don’t think we’ve had the pleasure of meeting before.”

“I’m afraid not,” y/n agrees with a bashful smile, quickly removing her rubber gloves so that she may extend her hand towards him for a shake, “I’m y/n, Pietro’s girlfriend.”

“Ah, yes...” he murmurs lowly, cautiously shaking her hand and sizing the woman up and down until she shrinks under his gaze. He means her no harm, but he isn’t sure whether or not she’s part of this cooky little play or just another victim cast under Wanda’s spell. He smiles suddenly, the gesture startling the girl. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, I’m Vision.”

“Oh, yes! Of course. It’s so nice to finally meet you.”

“May I ask where my wife is?” Vision asks.

“She went off to the neighbor’s,” y/n explains before promptly returning to her dish washing. The radio sounds distant and warbled now, the song she had been singing along to now nothing but static and jumbled up syllables, but to Vision’s dismay she doesn’t seem to notice in the slightest.

“How are you enjoying Westview?”

“I’m having the best time. Pietro and I have been talking and we might just have to hunker down in our own little place,” she says with a giggle. “It would be nice to be closer to you all.”

“I must say, having you and Pietro here was quite the surprise.”

“Not a bad one I hope,” she frowns. Vision guiltily refuses to meet her gaze.

“No, not at all. But, might I ask how you two came to be?” Vision asks apprehensively, adding on so that she doesn’t feel cornered, “I’m sure it must be a lovely story.”

“Oh, yes! I remember it like it was yesterday,” y/n swoons dreamily, a fond smile plastered on her face and her gaze casted out towards the living room where Pietro sits playing video games with the boys. She blinks once, twice, eyes never once leaving the silver haired stranger in the couch. A pregnant pause hovers over the two, the porcelain plate trembles in her hands, and Vision watches in silent horror as her eyes begin to well with tears.

“Y/n?” He calls gently, fingertips carefully brushing against her elbow in an attempt to bring her focus back to him. He removes the plate from her iron grip and sets it back carefully in the sink before turning the girl by the shoulders to face him; she still wears that same adoring smile despite the tears that silently fall down her cheeks.

“Forgive me,” she murmurs quietly, “I can’t seem to gather my thoughts properly.”

“Who did this to you? Was it Wanda? Pietro?” Vision press urgently. Y/n sways slightly when he shakes her by the shoulders in a desperate attempt to break her from her trance but still her smile remains.

“Pietro? Oh, he loves me, and I love him.”

“My dear, I don’t think you do,” the man utters sympathetically.

“Of course I do, silly. We were made for each other.”

“Perhaps you were, but not in the way you think. Y/n-“

“Please let go,” she interrupts in a soft, steady voice, looking up at him like a scorned child, “you’re scaring me.”

“If you would just let me,” Vision begins to say, fingertips reaching for her temple in preparation to break her from the spell only to be interrupted by another presence in the room.

“Whoa, what’s going on in here?” Pietro asks with a raised brow and uneasy laugh. “Hey toaster oven, you mind maybe letting go of my girlfriend?”

“Of course, my apologies,” Vision murmurs, stepping away from the girl and allowing her to run into the arms of her boyfriend.

“You okay, babe?” He asks with a raised brow. She isn’t, not in the slightest, but she has a job to do and a role to play, so she merely bats her eyes at him before leaning up and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Never been better. Hey, how does dessert sound?”

“I think that sounds lovely,” Wanda chimes, her sudden appearance in the kitchen doorway startling the already present trio. Vision looks like a deer caught in headlights when Wanda saunters over and gifts him with an innocent kiss to the cheek. “Why don’t you and Pietro get the boys settled down while y/n and I prepare the dessert?”

“What a lovely idea, darling,” Vision chimes with an easy smile— y/n isn’t the only one with a role to play. “Come now, dear brother-in-law.”

“Take good care of my girl, little sis,” Pietro calls on his way out. Wanda smiles, her eyes never once leaving y/n’s trembling frame.

“But of course. What is family for? Y/n, be a dear and grab the plates, won’t you?”

“Yes, Wanda,” the girl chimes obediently. She smiles.

“I noticed you seemed a little shaken up just now, is everything alright?” Wanda asks, feigning obliviousness.

“Oh, you know, just some friendly questioning from my new brother-in-law. I’m sure he just wanted to make sure Pietro had found the right match,” she explains with a passive wave of her hand. Wanda hums softly.

“Well we don’t need to worry about that,” she notes. ��You’re here for a reason, y/n. Do you know that?”

“For Pietro, and for you,” she replies earnestly, smiling when Wanda takes her hands in her own and gives them a gentle squeeze. “You’ve always wanted a big family, a real family, one that would never turn its back on you or leave you behind ever again. You want a sister and nieces and nephews and love, and I’m here because I can do all of that and more for you.”

“Exactly right. Family is forever, y/n. Are you ready for the commitment that comes with being a Maximoff?”

“I’ve never been more ready,” y/n responds eagerly. Wanda smiles.

“I’m so relieved you said that,” she utters gently, pulling y/n in for a hug so that she may not see the way in which her eyes begin to glow red and waves of energy begin to emit from her fingertips as she carefully settles herself fully into the girl’s mind. She fills her head with thoughts of Pietro and family, with memories she’s never lived and feelings she’s never had, she fills her with love, and y/n is none the wiser.

“Congratulations, y/n,” Wanda utters quietly, comfortingly stroking the girl’s hair, “you’re a Maximoff now.”

[hisunshiine]

To All The Men I’ve Fucked Before ; (M) jjk

↣ When your secret 'sex' journal entries are somehow texted to the people they were written about, including a couple of coworkers and your best friend, you find your quiet work existence turned upside down. based off of TATBILB.

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↳ #NetflixReImaginedBTS: Jeon Jungkook x Reader starring in a fake dating au, photographer!JK, stylist!Reader

⟢ pairing: photographer!jungkook x stylist!reader

⟢ word count: 30.7k

⟢ genre + warnings: nsfw 18+, fake relationship, smluff © & angst, kissing, fluffy fake relationship cuteness, jealousy, jungkook needs help with feelings, clothed humping, explicit sexual content in the form of unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, body worship, cunnilingus, fingering, handjob, hickies, blowjob, creampie, begging, strip tease if you squint, baby petname, crying, feelings of heartbreak, oh did i mention angst? namkook fist fight, minimal arguing, minimal blood, other idols make brief appearances, OT7 is present 

⟢ summary: When your secret 'sex' journal entries are somehow texted to the people they were written about, including a couple of coworkers and your best friend, you find your quiet work existence turned upside down. based off of the netflix film and novel by jenny han, but different.

⟢ an: hello, hello! this is probably my favorite story to date that i’ve written and the longest one shot! I am so grateful to everyone who helped me by reading this (most are not on tumblr), but especially my baby hana, @taestulip​, who always reads and hypes me up. the movie/book series it’s based off of is honestly one of my faves, and turning it into an adult version was a lot of fun! I know i took out some characters and changed a lot of the plot devices, but for good reason, as it is it’s own novel, I did not want to encroach on that territory. fake dating au’s are some of my absolute faves and so i hope you enjoy this! sorry for the length, sksksks.

⟢ prologues: NJ & Reader | Love Triangle (coming soon) |

The large glass building was located on the corner of the block, in the heart of the city. A sight to see from all corners of the downtown area, you loved that you worked at BigHit Music. Of course, housing the globally recognized idol duo, SeoulM8, made working there fun. You walked into the building, and swiped your badge as you made your way through the secured entrance and up the elevator to your office. 

The gold plaque on your door highlighted your name and position. To this day you’re still in awe to see your name engraved in sans serif with the words “Lead Wardrobe Stylist” written beneath it. You entered the office, flipping on the lights and smiling at the large board along the back wall. It was covered with the designs you would need for the upcoming shoot for SeoulM8’s fan content, first single off their newest album, and plans for the concert wardrobe as well. 

Placing your empty insulated coffee tumbler on your desk, you set down all of your belongings, organizing your design tablet, notebook, and favorite writing utensils before once again taking the tumbler in hand. A cup of coffee would be perfect to start your busy Monday before your meeting with Jimin and Taehyung about their wardrobe later today. 

Walking into the employee lounge area, you set about making your coffee. Others walked in and out, dropping off packed lunches and grabbing coffee as well, so you can’t help but hear the gossip as two of the women who work with SeoulM8 discuss the latest office drama.

“I can’t believe it. She broke up with him!” Becca said, her colorful pixie cut swaying slightly as she shook her head.

“She’s crazy, Jungkook is gorgeous; have you seen his thighs?” Theresa responded, twirling her dark purple curls in wonder.

You stirred in the caramel creamer slowly, listening to their conversation. Jeon Jungkook and Jeon Somin (no relation) had been dating for almost as long as you could remember. It was surprising to hear that they were broken up. 

“Somin is really pretty too, though, she could have any guy… What if that’s what it was?”

“You think someone better than Jungkook came along and wooed her?”

“I mean… I swore I heard a rumor that she went out on a date with one of the actors, but who knows. All we know for sure is that Jungkook is single.” 

Finishing your coffee, you closed the lid to your favorite cup and left the room, smiling politely to Becca and Theresa who provided you with the information that had your head reeling. The entire walk back to your office, and even once you were seated at the desk, you couldn’t stop thinking about Jungkook and Somin.

Somin was one of the first friends you made at BigHit School for Music and Artists when you transferred in after completing your AA requirements at another university. BHSMA operated differently than traditional universities, converting students to employees at the company associated with the school. It was where you met Jungkook, Jimin, and a few other people that you worked closely with at the company. After that first year though, you grew apart from some of the people you spent that entire first year with, making new friends, like the one walking in through your office door.

So lost in thoughts of the past, you almost knocked over your perfectly made coffee onto your design tablet, where you had been sketching aimlessly. A dimpled smile was the cause of your quickly beating heart, complimenting the face of Namjoon, who startled you when he called your name loudly.

“Joon, I swear, one day, you will be the death of me, and my electronics.”

“Listen, you dropped your phone all on your own, no one told you to be scared when I walked into the room.”

“Stop being so fucking loud when you enter, you startle people!”

He just laughed, his pretty eyes disappearing as he expelled joy. Namjoon was glowing, his tanned skin looking healthy and youthful. You couldn’t help but smile at him as he pushed his falling platinum hair out of his dark eyes and set his gaze on you.

“I think I’m gonna do it today, Y/N.”

You froze, smile still on display, but a little less enthusiastic than when he had first walked in.

“Do it?” You asked, wary as you saw his hand drift to his inside coat pocket.

“I love her, Y/N. I think I’m gonna ask her to be mine, always.” Namjoon removed a small velvet box from his pocket and you reached for it, hand trembling slightly. Namjoon, in his excitement, was oblivious to the way you shook, as well as the sound of your heart splintering. “Do you think Jennie will like it?”

Looking at the ring tucked into the box, you nodded, not trusting your voice. Of course Jennie would. It was beautiful. A rose gold band with an opulent Moonstone set in the middle, and two smaller diamonds set on either side. You knew that the moonstone was Joon’s favorite, he talked about how much he loved the moon countless late nights that you would sit with him in his studio.

“It’s gorgeous, Namjoon.” You said quietly. This time, he noticed the tremble of your voice, and stood worriedly from where he was perched on the corner of your desk.

“Whoa, what’s wrong?” He asked you, concerned by your demeanor.

“Nothing, I’m just so happy for you.” You lied, tilting your head back to blink away the forming tears. Believing you, he enveloped you into a hug and you hugged him back tightly, afraid to let go.

“Ah, you have a meeting soon and I’m here making you cry… I’ll see you after and tell you how it went! Good luck, Y/N!”

Namjoon exited your office, footsteps light as he headed towards his future… and away from you. Sinking into your chair, you take several steadying breaths in order to settle your heart. Why did it hurt so much? You had given up on the idea of you and Namjoon a long time ago. This wasn’t what you expected to have to deal with when you arrived to work, but you were a professional. Wiping your smudged eyeliner to clean up your makeup, you looked down at your design tablet, where you see the sketch of a professional camera held by a large hand up to a large doe eye half finished on your screen. 

Hitting the “new” button, you begin to draw anew on a clean canvas creating the concept for the concert design for your meeting with SeoulM8 later on.

—

Sitting at home, you massaged the soles of your feet as you rested on your couch with your younger sister, Yuna, who was doing her homework at the coffee table. It had been a long day, but Jimin and Taehyung loved your idea for their concert concept: young guys traveling Seoul for group songs, and angelic, soft individual images of them with feathered outfits to match their solo songs. 

“Yuna… Namjoon is getting engaged today.”

Your sister stopped working, turning to look at you with eyes wide. She had been diligently studying for the cosmetology courses she was taking at your alma mater in hopes of getting hired at the same company as you. This news threw her off track.

“What? He—wait, what?”

You nodded, letting out a deep sigh as you turned towards the floor to ceiling windows in the living room. Rain was steadily falling, the perfect backdrop to your mood.

“Both of our dreams are shattered. He showed me the ring and said he was proposing today. To Jennie.”

Yuna flung herself onto the couch dramatically. 

“Can we please drink to drown our sorrows? This homework can wait.” 

You nodded, turning on Netflix before getting up to grab the wine and glasses. While you stood on tiptoe at the edge of the counter, reaching up into the tall cabinet for the long stemmed glasses, the doorbell to your apartment rang.

“I’ll get it!” Yuna yelled, and so you clambered onto the counter, knees digging into the marble as you finally managed to reach your goal. 

“Oh! Namjoon?”

You almost slipped from where you were perched, confused as to why your newly engaged best friend would be loudly squelching his tennis shoes into your apartment and not ravishing his fiancee. You expected a text or call about the engagement, not a personally delivered update. 

You wouldn’t be able to pretend this time. 

Turning to look at the entryway, you see a downtrodden and sopping wet Namjoon, eyes rimmed red from crying.

“Joonie?” Your voice was soft, questioning. He maneuvered across the kitchen with just three big steps and pulled you into his arms. His body slotted between your thighs where you sat on the counter after almost falling, and he let loose a sob that broke your heart even more than earlier.

“Joon, what happened?” You asked, scared.

“J-Jennie… she said no.” Your eyes widened in shock, but you waited patiently for him to continue. “She’s moving to Japan, she took that expansion position… She broke up with me.”

—

It was a long night to say the least. 2 wine glasses turned into 3 once Namjoon had shown up. You grabbed some of his spare clothes for him to change into, threw his stuff in the washer, and joined Yuna and him back in the living room where they had both curled up and began watching The Start Up on Netflix. 

Climbing onto the couch, you wrapped your arm around him and placed your head on his shoulder. He kissed your forehead before settling in to watch TV, and you couldn’t help the way your heart reacted to it. He had always been affectionate with you during your time as best friends, though it had lessened some the more serious he and Jennie became. The difference now was that this time, he was single. A part of you hoped it could mean more in the future. 

By episode 2, Namjoon was asleep on Yuna’s shoulder; no surprise considering how tired he must have been. He had cried on his way to your apartment, and the last of his tears onto your shirt when he arrived. Luckily, you hadn’t yet changed out of your own work clothes, so when you grabbed his garments, you took the opportunity to change into a spaghetti strap tank and sweatpants for couch cuddling. You turned off the TV as you untangled yourself from him, stretching as he roused slightly from your movements. 

“Don’t you two just look like the sweetest couple,” you say yawning, gently teasing your sister who was beet red from your words. Her crush on Namjoon was nothing new, but not something she wanted him to know about. She already knew she was too young for him; seen as nothing more than his best friend’s little sister. A part of Yuna was jealous that you had better chances with him than she did.

“Shut it!” Her whisper is harsh, but Namjoon slept on, unaware of the sisterly teasing. “I already know you’re gonna write all about this in your sex book!” 

You rolled your eyes, having forgotten about your old journal that you kept. You just shrugged, leaning down to gently wake Namjoon so you can put him to bed.

“Come on sleepy… Let’s get up and go to bed okay?” 

His large frame shuffled across the living room and down the hallway to your room. You heard him plop heavily on your bed, probably already asleep without having pulled back the covers. You put the empty wine glasses into the sink and straightened up the living room a tiny bit before you went to your room as well. 

Not yet ready for bed, you sat at your desk with the small lamp on, staring at the old journal your sister reminded you about. The image on the front is faded; you can barely make out what it used to be as you’ve covered it with doodles and stickers that are peeling at the edges. Opening it, you turned through the pages, taking in the lengthy entries about the boys you’ve slept with, starting with the one you lost your virginity to. 

Your finger grazed across the fancy calligraphy where you wrote his name at the top in a purple gel pen in. Jeon Jungkook. You laughed at the way you wrote about him, first describing him as a person before giving the intimate details of the experience, and finally ending it with a brief message of what you had wanted to say to him. Your eyes scanned the page, certain sentences catching your attention as you read it. 

“...and the way he held my neck when he first entered me, I think I’m in love.”

“He said it was his first time too. Does this mean something?”

“Jungkook, having you as my first… I want you to be my last. You looked at me as if the galaxies were reflected in my eyes. I want to feel the way you make me feel all the time. I hope that this does change things between us, but in a good way.”

You cringe a little, remembering how it didn’t turn out that way. Instead, after that night 5 years ago, you didn’t talk to Jungkook for a couple of days due to exam week. You texted him after your last test and he told you to come over; he wanted to talk to you about something too. But when you went to his dorm to see him and confess, you found him with Somin, your best friend at the time. They weren’t doing anything outrageous, just sitting on his twin bed in his dorm room talking, but you heard what she was saying through the door that was cracked.

Somin was confessing. You had no idea that she liked him too. It made your heart tight knowing that he had slept with you a week prior, and now your best friend was confessing to him. To be fair, neither of you had told the other about your feelings towards him. So instead of walking in and telling him how you felt, you left. He had texted you later asking what happened to you coming over but you lied, saying you had gotten busy. 

On the last day of the semester, Somin shared that she was dating Jungkook. Shocked and heartbroken, you wasted no time packing up your dorm for the summer and traveling home. Phone calls, texts, and plans to meetup became less frequent between your group of friends over the following semester until they eventually stopped. Did you stop talking to Jungkook and Somin… or was it them that stopped talking to you? 

Turning the pages, you move on from the thoughts of the photographer and stop at the next blank page. Grabbing a blue gel pen from the cup on your desk, you write with flair. 

Kim Namjoon.

How do I even begin to express how I feel about you? God, you make my heart flutter. I met you at a time when I needed someone. You were the bane of my existence at first, blasting your loud music from the apartment under mine. Going to yell at you turned out to be the best thing. You turned out to be the best thing. Of course, you had just started going out on dates with Jennie and you would be graduating a year ahead of me, but I knew that we would stay best friends. I mean, most BHSMA students intern at and get hired by the company. So for the longest time, I hid my feelings from you. That one night, before you and Jennie were exclusive… when we had sex, I thought my heart would burst. I never wanted a man so badly before that night. You are the moon in my sky, Kim Namjoon. What other body could pull an entire ocean from shore to shore? What other being could wrap me in love from beginning to end? Tonight you have just lost your moon. I am a terrible person because a part of me is happy to not be losing her moon. So now, I will climb into bed next to your sleeping body and hold you close as we sleep, and pray when the morning comes, in the light of the day, you will open your eyes and see me—the faint moon in the sky that has always been there for you. Maybe you will finally see me—and decide you want me too.

Setting the pen down, you reach for your phone. In your slightly drunken state, you decided to take pictures of each entry, in order to move these to a more secure environment and take your journal digital. You snapped a picture of each page (not that there were many) before you checked your phone for messages and plugged it in. You left your room to shut down all the lights now that Yuna was finished putting away her stuff and making her way to bed as well. 

“Hey, can I grab an extra notebook from your stash? I need to finish taking these notes on mixing hair colors.”

“Sure, it’s under the desk in the blue bin.”

She nodded and you continued past her, double checking the door to make sure it was locked before moving to throw Namjoon’s clothes into the dryer. Once satisfied that the house was in order, you went to your room. Yuna was standing over your desk, eyes reading your latest entry into the journal.

“Yuna! Get out!”

“This is beautiful though, he should see it. You need to tell him how you feel!” 

You shook your head.

“No. He just got his heart broken. It’s not the time to tell him.”

“You’re stubborn,” she whispered back at you, “you’re gonna lose him again!”

“Then that’s how it was destined to be. But I am not taking advantage of his vulnerable state.”

“You’re gonna be single forever. Spending every night with your baby sister, drinking wine because all the men you have ever loved have moved on!”

“Go to bed, Yuna!”

She shrugged as she walked out of the room, knowing that she was right. Deep down, a part of you felt like she was right too. 

Climbing into bed, you struggled to lift the covers over Namjoon’s slumbering frame before it pulled free and you could cover the two of you. As you settled into the bed next to him, he instinctively wrapped his arm around you, pulling you to his chest in his sleep. 

You knew that his dreams were imagining Jennie in his arms instead. 

—

That next morning, you checked Namjoon’s phone for his calendar. Having known him for several years, you know his passcode and that he keeps his work schedule exclusively on his cell. Typing in the code, 0613, you saw that his calendar stated that he didn’t need to go to the office until around noon. 

Lucky, you thought, eyeing the time on the phone. It was a little past 6:45am, and you had to wake your sister for her hands-on class before you got ready for the day. 

“Yuna! It’s almost 7,” you say as you knocked on her door and heard a muffled response. You headed back to your room and chose your outfit, knowing that the day would be busy and long with the concept photoshoot for SeoulM8 starting today. Choosing your outfit wisely, you climbed into the shower a few minutes later and spent at least a half hour just trying to cure the small hangover from the wine. 

Once dressed, you found Yuna packing her bag for class. It was getting close to 8, which is the latest that you could leave to be at work on time, so you wrote a quick note to Namjoon and ran back to leave it on the bed. His hand snaked out of the covers just as you were pulling your hand back, a gentle grip to your wrist holding you there.

“Y/N, thank you for last night.” His voice is like a bullfrog’s croak, and you chuckled. 

“Let me get you some water and some pain meds, okay? And of course Joonie, I’m here for you.” You leaned onto the bed with one knee, smoothing his hair back from his face once he’s released your wrist. “Always.”

Pressing your lips to his warm forehead, he pulled you down onto the bed with a hug and you can’t help but laugh.

“I’ve got to go! I’ll see you later, okay?” He nodded before he grips your neck, bringing his lips to your forehead this time. His lips linger longer than usual, and you shut your eyes at the tenderness of his kiss. 

“Go back to sleep, now.” You pulled away from him, going to grab the medicine and water before you and Yuna leave the apartment. 

—

You made it to work with extra time to make your coffee, so after you dropped off all of your extra stuff, you grabbed your tumbler and work tablet with all of your drawn designs for today’s shoot and made your way through the busy halls to the employee lounge. Today, the door was propped open for ease as it was a busier day in the building. 

You stood at the counter, stirring in the caramel creamer that you loved, when you felt a presence enter the room behind you.

“Y/N.”

Turning lazily, you cocked your eyebrow at Jungkook, who was standing awkwardly behind you. He had kicked the doorstop, allowing the door to close so that the two of you stood alone in the small staff kitchen. His hands were tucked into his joggers, while a white button down hung loosely from his frame. 

“Whats up JK?” You asked, expecting him to address something about the shoot. You hadn’t yet seen the men you were to dress, so you couldn’t fathom he was here to complain already about the costuming. “If it’s about the wardrobe, I haven’t even seen Tae or Jimin yet, so—”

“Actually, no. Um,” he rubbed the back of his neck before making eye contact with you, “I know that when we had sex that one time, it was great—”

Instantly, alarm bells went off in your head. What the actual fuck was Jungkook doing talking about the night you lost your virginity to each other?

“—but I just... don’t feel the same way that you do about me. You know? That was years ago, and yeah while it was just as good for me as it was for you, I’m not in love with you or anything, I just broke up with Somin too, so—”

“Jungkook! Wait—what are you talking about?”

“The text you sent me.”

“Jungkook, I haven’t texted you in weeks.” You looked down at the phone you had pulled out of the back pocket of your ripped black jeans, and opened up the messages. You noticed his text thread was now at the top. “Wait, what?”

Opening his specific thread you see the screenshot of the page from your journal that you took last night, sent to him. How the fuck did this happen? In your drunken state, did you send it to him? You begin to ramble as you throw the spoon in the sink with a loud clunk and begin screwing the lid on the coffee.

“Jungkook, stop. That was from a long time ago, it’s not recent at all, oh my god. I am so sorry you had to read that—you know what, I’m just gonna head to the set now. Okay, bye!” You breezed past him, feet carrying you out of the employee lounge with a swiftness. Once back in your office you stared at the horrid message, outraged at yourself for your drunken antics.

Drunk you must really hate sober you.

—

Work was just as hectic as you thought it was going to be. After the most embarrassing morning, you were summoned right away to a last minute meeting with Jimin and Tae, where you made minor changes to their wardrobe. 

“Y/N, you were always good at this in school, but damn. You are amazing now.” Jimin stared at you reflected in the mirror after you had turned his outfit into something fit for the concept with a few movements of the material that wrapped his body. Park Jimin, one of the few people you were still somewhat close with from that first year of school, was now a big shot idol, and one-half of SeoulM8. Kim Taehyung, his best friend, was the other part of the duo. He had met him after everyone split off after that first year. Going by the stage names Jimin and V, the two had met in their vocal lesson classes when Taehyung had switched his major, and BigHit saw potential in them. 

You walked with Jimin towards the set of the photo shoot, one of the bigger production rooms today due to the use of the second level. They would be posing next to a hole in the floor, feathers falling around them. Taehyung was already antsy to get started, and was playing around with Somin, who was one of the group’s managers, while he waited for Jimin to arrive back to the set. Now, it looked like the only person missing was the photographer. 

Walking to the fold out table set up at the back wall, you heard your phone chime. Opening to your messages, you saw a text from someone you hadn’t talked to in a while. 

“Seo Joon?” You question quietly to yourself, but before you could even read the message, you saw a similarly embarrassing photo above his reply.

“Oh God, oh God...” You clicked out of his message thread, ignoring the reply because you honestly didn’t care. What you actually cared about was if you had somehow sent the most recent entry of your journal to the last person on Earth who was ready to read it. Namjoon.

“Fuck. Oh no. Oh no.” Sitting there, you saw the message clear as day with the small read receipt that it indeed had been read by him. The door to the set opened and Jungkook came waltzing through with his assistant. Before the door had a chance to swing closed all the way, you saw Namjoon’s form enter the room. 

“Alright, let’s get started!” Jungkook’s voice was loud and called everyone’s attention except for Namjoon. His eyes were on you. He beelined your way, and you readied yourself to apologize to him, but before either of you could say anything, Jungkook interrupted.

“Hey Joon, good to see you hyung! I’m so sorry though, we got a closed set and need to get started… tight time schedule and all.”

“I just need to talk to Y/N.”

Jungkook took in Namjoon’s demeanor; eyes red, hair disheveled, voice wobbly. It was so unlike Namjoon to look this way that Jungkook looked at you before speaking. Your expression was confusing to Jungkook, as he knew Namjoon was your best friend. Your eyes were wide in fear with tears forming… when you didn’t say a word, Jungkook took charge. A part of him saw that fear in your eyes and wanted to protect you.

“Look Joon-hyung, normally I wouldn’t mind, but we need Y/N on set the entire time today. Wardrobe is important for concept photos, you can understand right? Maybe at break time or something?”

Namjoon nodded as Jungkook’s arm wrapped around your waist and he led you away from the table and back towards where the staging was set. When you finally chanced a look back, you saw the assistants leading Namjoon and a few other non-essential workers out of the room. Everyone else on set had watched the exchange between the three of you, including Somin. Her eyes narrowed as she took in the way Jungkook’s fingers curled around your frame.

At break time, you hid out, avoiding Namjoon who had, reluctantly, waited several hours until break was called. He would have to go into the studio soon, which you knew since you saw his calendar, and after the short 30 minute break, Jungkook retrieved you from the small side room you were hiding in when they resumed the next set of shots using black leather and wings. 

The shoot kept your thoughts off of the incident, as you so aptly decided to call it in your head, until it was time to leave. You walked out with a large group, stealthily making it to your office. You sat on the floor with your back to the door, reviewing how many received these drunken messages of yours, happy to see that only 3 actually went through, since most of them were no longer in your phone anymore or had changed their numbers. 

Park Seo Joon, an ex from your second year at BHSMA, had moved to Japan for work, and while he did respond, he figured it was a mistake and as the smart person he was, he noticed the date in the corner and was aware that it was old. You breathed a sigh of relief, glad to have avoided that potentially awkward scenario.

Hearing your phone ping, you checked the message and saw it was Jungkook. A series of messages came in from him, and you read them in succession.

Shaking your head, you stand, grabbing the white outfits from the rack an assistant had brought in earlier after the set change. Throwing them over your arm, you head off to the set in a rush, shooting back a quick text to let him know you were coming.

Most everyone from earlier was back on set, expressions showcasing various stages of irritation. You handed the clothing to an unusually quiet Somin, and lifted your now free arm to wave at the artists. Somin walked away, throwing quiet looks over at you and Jungkook, who you were standing near now that you had approached the table. Jungkook was leaning on that same table, arms crossed as he reviewed the printout of what was needed.

“You know they sent us an updated list 2 hours after we started shooting? While we were all here, they thought that we could somehow read their minds. Then when I uploaded and sent the file over to have them double check, they responded that we had to finish it tonight.”

“It’s annoying for sure, JK, but you know Jimin and Tae will deliver. Once they’re dressed I bet we’ll be done in like 15 minutes, max.”

He nodded, smiling at your optimism.

“Hey, are you gonna tell me what earlier was about? With Namjoon hyung?”

You froze, not expecting the question, but you were saved from having to answer right then, since Namjoon walked in at that moment. It was too late for you to go anywhere; you were standing too close to the door, trapped between the table and Namjoon, who looked hurt. Jungkook read the situation and took several steps away to give you some privacy with Namjoon. 

“You’ve been avoiding me all day. After that message—did you think that I wouldn’t read it? I just broke up with Jennie, Y/N, it’s… I’m not… You can’t just say this shit to me right now.”

“Namjoon—I didn’t mean to, I was drunk and I promise you it’s not what you think, I don’t feel that way, okay?” You try and take it all back, wishing more than anything that he hadn’t read what you had written the previous night. 

“You don’t feel that way? Are you kidding me? I read it!”

“No, I don’t feel that way, okay? I’m with someone else.” You lied. You hoped that he would buy it.

“Y/N, I’m your best friend. Don’t you think I would know?”

“Yeah, you're my best friend, but you and Jennie are always together, it’s been forever since we actually caught up, so yes, it’s recent okay?”

“Who are you dating then?”

You say the first name that popped into your head. The person closest to you.

“Jeon Jungkook.”

“I don’t believe it.” His words come out harsh, and a part of you, the part that already feels like shit because Namjoon chose to be with Jennie a couple of years ago, lashes out in hurt.

“Why? Cause someone like him could never date someone like me?”

“Yes, Y/N. You guys are too different!” His voice was getting louder, and you knew that you had to do something in order to get him to believe your lie. So you do the only thing you can think of in your heated state. You take the several steps needed to cross the space between you and Jungkook, who looked up from where he was absorbed into his phone. 

“You ready?” he asked, looking down at your small frame. 

“Yeah baby, I’m ready.” Your hand snaked behind his head, and firmly grasping his neck, you leaned up on tiptoes as you pulled his mouth toward yours. You kissed him, and in his surprise, his free hands gripped your waist and he pulled you closer to him, before you were separating from him, slightly breathless. His grip tightened before it rested gently on your hip and you settled back onto your heels. 

You see the back of Namjoon’s coat trail behind him as he disappeared out the doors, pulling them shut loudly behind him.

You look back up at Jungkook, whose fingers squeeze your sides quickly to grab your attention.

“You’re definitely gonna have to explain after that kiss... baby.” 

—

Later that evening, you sat with Jungkook in his car. A black Mercedes Benz GT63S to be exact, with dark grey leather and a small bit of wood grain along the spacious dashboard. Your fingers trailed along the wood grain as you explained to Jungkook what happened, starting with the accidental drunk text messages, leading up to the reason behind your kiss. 

“So now what?” Jungkook asks, looking sideways over at you.

“I don’t know. I feel so stupid.”

“Look, Y/N… I think this could be mutually beneficial.”

You meet his eyes, a look of incredulity across your face.

“Please explain Jeon.”

“Look, earlier when I stepped in and kicked hyung off set, Somin was already eyeing the way we were behaving. She may or may not have texted me about it. Of course, I told her we were broken up, so she didn’t need to concern herself with my business. And then, when we came back to set, she made a face when they asked me to text you to come back too.” He smirked.

“I may or may not have peeped it, and may or may not have used it to my advantage. Of course, you kissing me definitely helped.” He glanced down at his phone as it lit up. Once again a message from Somin tiled above 17 other messages from her. He had been actively ignoring them while the two of you talked.

“So I say that we date.”

“We what?”

“Date. I can teach Somin a lesson about how to treat me and you can keep hyung off your back.”

“Teach Somin? I thought she broke up with you?”

“It was mutual. But this always happens. And I for one am tired of the back and forth. So this can teach her that other people want me, and I can move on, or she can stop with the drama and we stop breaking up every other week.”

You nodded. It sounded like a feasible plan, and you told him as much.

“So it’s agreed. We’re now together.”

“Not so fast, Jeon… I think we should have a backstory, get some things straight, set some rules.”

“Rules, Y/N? You sure know how to take the fun out of it.”

You rolled your eyes.

“When did we start dating?” you asked, ignoring his snide comment.

“We got together… at the beginning of the week. Somin and I broke up 2 weeks ago, though we didn’t make it public because she always does this shit...” he trailed off, before smiling back at you. “So yeah, let’s say we’ve been talking here and there everytime me and Somin would break up, and then we went on a couple dates during that first week we broke up and made it exclusive this week.”

You commit this to memory, then pull out your tablet and begin jotting it down with the stylus.

“Okay, so this is new, but we’ve been on each other’s radar for a bit. I think that’s believable, especially since we’ve known each other just as long as you and Somin have. How do you plan to make her jealous? It has to seem real, you know?”

“Trust me, she already thinks this is real,” he nods to his phone again, now at 28 unread messages from Somin, “so I think something that we can do is start arriving together. Maybe do little things for each other that are cute coupley things, be seen together. Kiss at work. Maybe I can sleep over a few nights or you at mine?” He winks at you.

“I thought you didn’t see me that way, Jeon.” You looked down at the tablet, furiously scribbling what he said in order to avoid looking at him and showing the way he caused your cheeks to warm.

“I said I wasn’t in love with you, babe, not that I wasn’t interested in sleeping with you again.”

“Yeah, well that’s off the table Jeon. This isn’t real.”

He just wagged his eyebrows at you seductively, but you laughed and moved on from it, reviewing the list you wrote out.

You made sure to underline number seven so he could see it easily. 

“And when does this end?” You asked.

“Um, I don’t know. I guess we just play it by ear. Let it be natural. Obviously not too early or too late, and it should be mutual. I mean, if Somin learns her lesson, we would obviously have to end things, but I don’t see that happening sooner than a month.”

“Okay,” you tilt your head, thoughtfully, “So we can re-examine this in like a month then.”

“So is this like a contract or what?” he jokes. “Want me to sign it?”

“Sure,” you say, playing along and offering him the stylus. He took it from your hand and signed his signature, and then handed you back the pen, gesturing for you to sign as well. You followed suit, a quiet chuckle as you saved the page to your tablet’s files.

“Wanna drive me home, boyfriend?”

—

Dating Jungkook was… interesting, to say the least. You were a little surprised when he texted you the next morning asking what your coffee order was, and you weren’t expecting him to be so punctual when he pulled up to your apartment. But as you and Yuna exited the apartment that morning, he was already parked at the curb, music a little too loud for the early morning transit, but you were thankful nonetheless. 

“Why are you taking us?” Yuna asked in her very blunt manner. She, of course, had heard of Jungkook, more so due to your falling out with Somin, but Jungkook took her question in stride.

“Because I’m dating your sister.” 

He handed you an iced caramel latte with a soft smile that you couldn’t help but return. Jungkook looked stunningly handsome, hair floofed to your desired preference and an all black outfit to match. His pants were the perfect fit to his well-toned body and the black bomber jacket gave him a bad boy edge that was softened by his doe eyes.

Yuna coughed, choking on her strawberry flavored poptart as you turned to look out the window. Yuna, seated behind you, hit the back of your seat.

“You’re dating him? And you didn’t tell me?”

“I wanted to be sure it was going to work out this time… He and his ex used to be on and off a lot and I didn’t want to tell you if they got back together.” You answer, mixing the truth into it.

“Ohhhh, I see. You a player Jeon? Gonna break my sister’s heart?” Yuna eyed him, pupils narrowed as they stared at him. 

He cleared his throat, not expecting to have to defend himself against the small pitbull in the backseat.

“Not planning on it, Yuna.” Jungkook reached over and took your hand into his large one, interlocking your fingers before he kissed the back of your hand sweetly as he released the brakes and pulled off. 

Walking into the BigHit building, Jungkook held the door open for you before placing his hand in the back pocket of your black skinny jeans as you walked to the elevator. You wore a black knit sweater that fell slightly off the shoulder, and you knew it looked like you two had coordinated outfits. His other hand held the strap of the backpack he had slung over his shoulder while you clutched your coffee and your bag. 

You started to walk off towards your office once you made it to your floor, but Jungkook’s hand on your ass pulled you back towards him. He leaned down to your ear, whispering quietly.

“Where are you off too in such a hurry?”

“Um, my office… why?”

“Come with me to mine first, let me drop off my bag and I'll walk you back.”

“Oh-kay?” 

Letting his pocketed hand guide you, you fell in step with him down the hallway. You passed several other people, including Jin, an actor signed to the company who was known for his gossip, who nodded their hellos to Jungkook before ducking their heads together or reaching for their phones. It felt like high school all over again. Jungkook removed his hand from the warmth of your ass in order to open his office door, to which he then pulled you inside. Closing the door, he backed you into it rather loudly. The windows in the door are frosted, but you knew that pressed to it like this, anyone who looked could see your outline against it. 

Jungkook pushed his body into yours, lips following suit as his hands found purchase on your hips. He kissed you languidly, the mint from his toothpaste clashed with your coffee, though not unpleasant. You kissed him back, enjoying the feel of his soft pout as it glided to your neck. He wasted no time in latching on, suckling your neck for a few seconds before he pulled away with a loud smacking noise. 

“I must say, we put on quite the show this morning. My roommate was out there, and he will definitely have everyone talking about our PDA.” He grinned, eyes still glued to your neck. “Once that hickey sets in, it will really be the talk of the town.”

You blinked, finally coming back to your senses. Of course. This was all a part of the plan. Jungkook stepped away from you, moving to put away his belongings in his office. You stepped away from the door, looking around as you willed your body to cool down. That kiss had been quite an experience, and you yourself had gotten carried away with the plan. 

Turning on the spot, you notice all the different camera equipment lining the walls, the beautiful still photography of various buildings throughout the city, but the most surprising was a photo from the first year you had all met. The picture had you, Jungkook, Somin, Jimin, and a few other friends in it; smiles wide as you stood at the fairgrounds you attended, ferris wheel lighting up the sky behind you. You walked towards it, taking in how carefree you looked, arms wrapped around Jungkook’s waist and his arms thrown over your and Somin’s shoulders, who was making the peace sign with both hands at her eyes. Jimin was making a silly face, arm wrapped around Somin’s waist. Simpler times.

You moved on, turning to the small polaroid camera and you couldn’t help but grab it. Turning, you snapped a photo of Jungkook, who was caught off guard. You took the developing film from the camera and set it down on his desk as he smiled at you.

“Hmm, that’s a good idea. Let me take a few photos of you, I can place them around my office.”

You tried to reject his idea, but he takes the photos anyways, pinching your cheeks and tickling you until he gets what he wants. Finally, 6 clicks later, he stood next to you, facing the camera to the two of you before he said your name softly. You looked up at him, and he surprised you with a kiss. That 7th click captured a kiss, and he placed that one in the back of his phone case.

“You are such a… a lover, Jeon.” You say, pointing at his phone. He shrugged, ignoring your jab.

“It’s something Somin always wanted me to do… I never did though. So seeing this will piss her off.”

You nodded, understanding. Everything he did had a purpose for getting at Somin in some way, shape, or form. You chided yourself that you would do well to remember that. 

—

Lunch was a whole new ball game. Used to sitting with Namjoon and Jennie, or some of your assistants, you were now eating lunch with Jungkook, who ate in the employee cafeteria. You followed his request to meet him there and stood in the doorway lost until you heard his voice call out to you.

Noting his waving hand, you wove through the circular tables until you reached the one he was at with Jimin, Taehyung, Jin, and Yoongi, a producer friend that you knew through Namjoon.

All of the seats were taken, but before you could stand there looking out of place, Jungkook scooted his chair out and all but pulled you onto his lap. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he nuzzled into your neck, breathing in your clean scented perfume and strawberry shampoo.

“Get a room, JK.” Yoongi said, face contorted with a mock look of disgust.

“What? She’s just so cute and warm.” His fingers drifted towards the hem of your sweater and disappeared up into the material, cold fingers pressed against the soft skin of your belly and you shivered with a giggle, pushing his ice box hands away.

“You’re cold as fuck, Jesus Jeon! Were you hanging out in a freezer?”

“You could say that...” Taehyung laughed while elbowing Jimin, and you raised an eyebrow at them, wanting in on the joke, too.

“He was reviewing pictures with us and our managers.” Jimin clarified, and you nodded. 

“I take it that Somin wasn’t very warm?” You asked, leaning more into Jungkook.

“Not at all,” Tae disclosed, “she was very icy, had a lot to say about our dear JK over here, didn’t she?”

“Nothing we haven't heard before.” Jimin answered, and the two laughed, but you didn’t find it all that funny. Hearing that Somin trash talked Jungkook to his friends while working didn’t sound like the kind of person anyone would want to date. 

“Well she can talk shit all she wants, she’s just mad he’s moved on.” You defended, and are surprised to hear a quiet ‘thank you’ just for your ears as Jungkook tightened his hold briefly.

“I really dislike that girl,” Jin said, “I for one will be glad to not see her trashy ass around the apartment anymore. You are a breath of fresh air, Y/N.”

You smile shyly at Jin, enjoying how well everyone seemed to have welcomed you into their group.

“So, Y/N, we were just talking about the party Yoongi was throwing. He and Hobi live together, and they’re throwing a small rager this weekend. You’re coming with JK, right?”

Oh, this was not something you were expecting. You hadn’t gone to a party with co-workers in a long time…

“Um—”

“Of course she’ll be there, she’s coming with me. Right, babe?” Jungkook’s doe eyes looked up at you and you couldn’t say no. It’s not like you had plans anyways. You nodded and smiled at him, and he leaned into you, lips seeking yours in a quick kiss. You feel your body react to it, like it had been doing since this started, and pulled back before he could turn it X-rated. 

“Okay, seriously you two, get a room.”

—

Standing in the mirror in your bedroom, you turned from side to side to take in your outfit. As a head wardrobe stylist, you had a pretty good sense of fashion, but liked to stick to basic pieces and blacks, dressing up your look with delicate jewelry or layered pieces. 

Tonight was no different. With the beginnings of winter creeping in, you wanted to be comfortable in the weather once the sun set. You had on black sheer leggings that disappeared into a cute black skirt with thin white lines that had a revealing thigh split. Your top was an asymmetrical design, having one long sleeve and turning into a bandeau style on the other side. You paired it with black velvet boots that had crisp white laces, then finished the look with a matching set of simple dangling skinny diamond earrings, bracelet, and necklace. 

Despite this thing with Jungkook being fake, you wanted him to still feel proud to showcase you on his arm at this party. People were already talking about the two of you, and tonight would fuel the gossip even more. You were nervous of course, knowing who typically attended these types of parties, but Jungkook had assured you that he would keep you safe tonight.

The polite knock on your bedroom door had you turn your head to the sound, a tossed “come in” over your shoulder to who you thought was Yuna, but revealed a very handsome looking Jungkook, who was in his typical all black attire. You stood there, body warming as you took in his height, broad shoulders, and long legs. 

“Wow.” 

His voice was low, but his eyes looked like they sparkled as he took you in. 

“You don’t look too bad yourself, Jeon,” you responded, reaching to grab your bag off of your bed.

Jungkook snapped out of the daze he was in and pulled his phone out of his pocket. 

“Let’s take a photo for the ‘gram.”

You nodded; for a second you thought he wanted to have a photo of you because you looked good. Posing in the mirror, he pulled you close by your waist and adjusted his phone to capture both of you in the frame. He took a few photos, switching poses slightly each time.

“Hey,” he said, gaining your attention. You turned to him, shocked when his lips met yours. You melt easily into the kiss, hearing the camera shutter click several times as you tangled tongues, his hand sliding from your waist to cup your butt and pull you closer. You were unable to stop the moan from his action, and when he pulled away, lips a bit fuller and pinker from kissing, he quirked his eyebrow at you, paired with his signature smirk.

“Y-You messed up my lip gloss,” you fake huffed, turning away from him to rummage through your bag to grab your gloss and reapply. Your attempt to avoid him from seeing the way he affected you didn’t go unnoticed, but Jungkook kept quiet on it.

“It was worth it, these pics are hot. Plus, you taste good. What flavor is that?”

“Strawberry,” you mumbled, still feeling the heat from the kiss warm your neck and face.

“Strawberry is slowly becoming my new favorite.”

—

Yoongi and Hobi knew how to throw a party. The music was playing at the perfect level that you could still hear people talking to you, a variety of alcoholic beverages were supplied in ample amounts, and several games were being held in various rooms of their home. 

Currently, you were seated on the couch with a few other women from the office. Unfortunately, one of them was Somin. Across the room, your ‘boyfriend’ was engaged in a game of beer pong against Taehyung and Jimin. They had challenged him solo, citing he was good at everything and didn’t need a partner. As you watched him toss the small ping pong balls into the same cup, you knew their concern was right. 

“Y/N, you and Jeon?” Seline, one of the girls seated next to you, asked suggestively.

“Yea,” you giggled, the cup of something or other making you a little... giggly.

“Color me a little surprised. He’s like, such a social butterfly, and you’re...” 

“Oh, Y/N used to be a social butterfly, but she thought she was too good for us back in college.” Somin piped up. 

Her statement caught you off guard. Somin was once your best friend, but when she started dating Jungkook, she had distanced herself from you, not the other way around. 

“I never thought that. Some people act differently once they start dating people though. I never changed.” You sat back with a huff, crossing your arms. She ruined the buzz the alcohol had given you. 

Seline leaned closer to you, interested to hear more. The other’s seated nearby also tuned in with interest.

“Oh, you knew them in college?” 

You nodded, and Somin got up and walked away from the couch, seemingly annoyed at the attention you were getting for being Jungkook’s new girl.

You told the brief backstory of your friendship, leaving out the obvious part of losing virginities and finding out your best friend confessed to Jungkook when you were on your way to do the same thing, but ending it on good terms, saying that it was just the process of naturally growing apart. 

Seline nodded, and you saw her eyes widen as she looked past you. Following her gaze, your eyes narrowed at the view. Somin was all over Jungkook. You weren’t exaggerating; both of her hands were holding on to him as if she was too drunk to maintain her balance. She was falling into his arms and he was holding her, one of his large hands pushing her hair back from her face and a look of concern etched upon his own. 

Two feelings hit you at once. Nausea at the sight of him looking so tenderly at her, simultaneous with a boiling fury of jealousy that it wasn’t you. 

“Looks like Somin wants him back.” Seline snickered towards the other girls, and you stood up abruptly. You made eye contact with Jimin, who’s eyes were unnaturally large as he registered the scene before him.

Jimin was relieved that Somin interrupted the end of the game so that he could escape before he had to drink more, but he also felt annoyed seeing her all over Jungkook. Jimin had been glad when Jungkook told him and Tae that he was done with Somin; even more glad when he heard that Jungkook started seeing you. 

Back in college, Jimin was the only person, other than you and Jungkook, who knew what happened between you two. Both of you had confided in him your actions and feelings for one another. Color him surprised when he found out that Jungkook was not dating you, but instead your best friend, Somin. He wasn’t sure what happened but soon after, you stopped being around as much and Somin was around all the time. 

Watching Somin pretend to be too drunk to function and fall all over Jungkook made Jimin purposefully search the room for you. Watching you stand, drink clutched in your hand, Jimin had a feeling something was about to happen.

The drink you were nursing was downed in its entirety within a single swallow. You were now several drinks in, and you were feeling the alcohol start to hit as you stood up fast. Pushing your shoulders back, you walked over towards your ‘boyfriend’, whose back was turned towards you, and slid your arm around his waist.

“Heyyy babe,” you leaned into his body, staking claim on Jungkook as you stared daggers at Somin. She had taken a few steps back when you had approached, but now, seeing the challenge in your eyes, she stepped closer once more.

“Ggukk-ah, I don’t feel so well...”

“Min,” Jungkook stepped out of your hold, hands moving to cup Somin’s face as she feigned weakness in her knees. The level of concern in his voice let you know exactly how he felt. You scoffed, not believing Jungkook would behave this way in front of everyone. He was the one who had came up with this idea for ‘mutual benefit’ and here he was fucking it all up.

“She’s fine, babe. She can handle her alcohol.” You felt yourself growing hotter, the alcohol actually having an effect on you, as it always had. Your increasing body temperature only made you more frustrated.

“Seriously Gguk, I’m getting so hot...” Somin reached for the hem of her shirt, and in one fell swoop she had exposed the lacey bra she wore underneath. You could hear people talking over the sound of the music, taking in the scene of a shirtless ex making a brazen show.

“Jungkook!” Your voice is no more than a harsh whisper, but he’s so scandalized at Somin’s action, the protective boyfriend in him coming out to aid in shielding her body from onlookers, he doesn’t hear you. 

You hate the sick feeling bubbling in your stomach, unsure if it's from watching your ‘man’ flirt with his half naked ex or if it’s from the alcohol not sitting right with you.

Throwing the scene one last look, you turned on your heels and headed off to the kitchen for a bottle of water, or perhaps, another cup of something stronger.

Walking past him and Taehyung, Jimin caught sight of the look on your face before you blew past on your way towards the kitchen and he knew he should warn his friend.

“Jungkook, hey.. Jungkook!” Jimin yelled, his voice louder the second time he called his name. 

Jungkook had been leaning towards Somin, hands cradling her face as he continued to speak quietly to her. When he looked up at Jimin, his face appeared slightly annoyed at the interruption as he was taking care of her.

“What, bro?”

“Um, your girlfriend? Y/N? She just went into the kitchen and she looked a little upset.” Jimin said, his face trying to communicate to Jungkook what it looked like that he was holding his ex that way and his new girlfriend had stormed off. 

“Oh, for fuck’s sake. Jimin, can you?” Jungkook gestured his head towards the kitchen and Jimin thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head.

“How about I take Somin and you go find Y/N? Your girlfriend. Remember?”

Jungkook paused for a millisecond before depositing Somin into Jimin’s arms. He made his way to the kitchen, where he found you engaged in taking shots with Yoongi, Hoseok, and Jin, the latter of which was shit talking Somin with a smile. When you felt his presence enter the kitchen, you ignored him, gesturing for your now fourth shot in as many minutes.

Sensing the tension, Yoongi decided against more shots, instead leading Hobi and Jin out of the kitchen, much to Jin’s complaints of having to be around the ‘trashy tramp’. The three headed back to the party, a bottle tucked under Yoongi’s arm as Hobi carried the shot glasses out. 

“We were enjoying our new friend, JK. Stop keeping her to yourself,” Jin said with a drunken glare. 

Sighing audibly, you turned to walk out of the kitchen but Jungkook’s grasp on your wrist stopped you.

“Hey, why are you ignoring me like this?” He asked, confusion tinting his voice.

“Um, maybe because you’re supposed to be dating me and you were too busy with Somin to remember you even had a girlfriend.” You said back harshly, spitting the words at him with such vehemence you wobbled precariously on your heels.

“Come here.” Jungkook said, dragging you behind him through the bodies in the hallway until you had made it into one of the unoccupied back bedrooms. Shutting the door, he turned to you as he dragged his hand through his hair. The action only made him more handsome, tousled hair falling gently to frame his face.

“Look, it’s... complicated with Somin right now.”

“I get that you’re trying to teach her a lesson, see if you want to be with her or whatever, but not at my expense. You said mutually beneficial. Making me look like your second choice and embarrassing me does not benefit me.”

During your speech, you poked him in the chest several times, the alcohol starting to take its effect on you. Stumbling slightly, Jungkook caught you to steady you, keeping his hands on your waist. The warmness of his palms felt nice as he helped keep you balanced.

“You’re right, Y/N. I’m sorry. Like I said, it’s complicated. We dated for a long time. I still care for her. She’s... been making this difficult.”

“Oh? Difficult how? By faking being drunk so you can take care of her?”

“She’s a lightweight, that’s not fake,” he defended.

You were once close enough with Somin to know that she was not a lightweight, since she had been drinking at parties since she was 14; her earlier interaction was indeed, all an act.

“Whatever, Jungkook. So what is she doing that’s so difficult?” you asked, cutting him a look of narrowed eyes until he answered you.

He walked backwards, tugging you gently along until he was seated on the bed. You stood between his parted knees, waiting patiently for his answer. Realizing you weren’t going to drop it, he rubbed the back of his neck gingerly.

“She’s, you know.. She still texts me all the time, saying shit and sending pics and stuff. She says she wants me back, but I just,” he looked up at you, his doe eyes unable to hide his emotions.

“I don’t know if I believe it. I want to. But she’s hurt me, and I’m tired of it. I want her to feel how I felt.”

Your ire towards him faded as he opened up to you. Cupping his face gently, you leaned in and rubbed his nose with yours softly back and forth.

“You’re amazing Jungkook. Until tonight, you’ve treated me like a princess the entire week we’ve been dating. But she won’t learn if you give in. You’ve got me now, okay? When she texts you, text me instead. Don’t entertain her. She’ll think I’m not enough for you if you keep responding, and that doesn’t show her you can move on.”

You had sunk into him the whole time you talked to him, and he shifted your body so you were now straddled over his lap, head resting on his shoulder. You yawned sleepily, the loss of the anger leaving you feeling the tired effects of the alcohol. Unlike Somin, you were a lightweight, and 3 shots was over your limit.

As you got comfortable on Jungkook, he thought over what you said, smoothing your hair carefully.

“You’re right. You always were so smart in school... ” Jungkook said, and you nodded your head on his shoulder in agreement, humming an affirmative.

“Let’s get you home though, you’re halfway to passing out anyways.” Pulling out his phone, he ordered an Uber. He held you like that, your strawberry scent surrounding him until the Uber driver was outside. His hands gripping you under your thighs, he stood up and carried you out of the party, nodding bye to his friends and hosts of the party.

Placing you into the Uber, he climbed in after you and you curled into his lap, seeking his warmth in your drunken half-slumber. Jungkook chuckled, noticing the way his chest reacted to the action but ignored it. This was an arrangement, you seeking him out wasn’t real, and your anger earlier wasn’t jealousy, he told himself. You were worried about being embarrassed. He still loved and wanted to get back with Somin, right? 

As he looked down at you in his lap, enjoying the weight of you pressed against his body, he wasn’t so sure. 

“This the correct address, sir?” The Uber driver asked, verifying with Jungkook once he shut the SUV door.

“Yea, both of us are headed there.”

—

The weekend passed by fast. Waking up at Jungkook’s place Sunday morning had been a little shocking, but his bed was soft and clean, and smelled of him. You had snuggled deeper into the sheets until he woke you up to go get breakfast and get his car from Yoongi’s place. He detailed to you what had transpired to you being in his bed, expressed that he had not taken advantage of you, per rule number 7, plus the basic concept of consent, and promised to take you home as soon as Jin was awake and could take the two of you to go get his car. 

He gave you some clothes to change into, and while you weren’t surprised to find he had jeans to fit you, neither one of you asked or shared the obvious: they were Somin’s. At least the shirt he gave you was his, and you also stole a hoodie to wear. December may have only just started a week ago, but the cold was pervasive.

Breakfast with him was fun. Getting to know Jungkook again was just as exhilarating as it had been the first time, during that first year at BHSMA. He had changed, but in a good way. More mature, but still playful. An adult who was a hotshot photographer, but still humble and considerate. How someone could be built like that and have such a big soft heart was beyond you. 

The trip to get his car was slightly awkward, as Jin, Jungkook’s very nosy roommate, commented on how bad drunk sex must be with Jungkook if you were able to keep so quiet. 

“Somin was always so loud, I swear she was exaggerating. No one’s dick is that good; sorry JK.”

Once Jin dropped the two of you off at Yoongi and Hobi’s, it ended up turning into hanging out with them for a bit, talking about work and your relationship with Jungkook. Hobi swooned with oohs and ahhs while Yoongi cringed, faking disgust at such a cute story, as was his trademark. 

Jungkook apologized once the two of you escaped to his car, for both Jin being cringey, and for staying longer than anticipated with Yoongi and Hoseok, but you weren’t mad. You enjoyed meeting his friends and getting to know them. You were only a little concerned because Yoongi was also friends with Namjoon, who worked in the same department as him.

Jungkook turned to you before you climbed out of the car, not wanting to say goodbye just yet, but unable to think of a reason to get you to stay. Afterall, the relationship was fake. 

“Hey, thanks for your advice last night.”

“Honestly, I barely remember what it was, but if it helped you, I’m glad.” You smiled at him, and he had to blink a few times to remember what else he wanted to say.

“So, um—I was thinking we could go on, like, a formal date Monday? After work? Monday should be a chill day. I know the comeback is planned for January, so going out sooner than later is best, right? Get it out of the way? That way we won’t forget, and we won’t be too busy with work to try and squeeze it in, and—” 

Jungkook knew he was rambling, feeling nervous despite it being you, someone he had known for several years now. For fucks sake, he’s seen you naked. He felt his cock twitch and internally scolded himself. This was not the time for remembering the way you felt beneath him, the sweet sounds he had pulled from you as he learned your body, shared with you in giving each other your virginities. 

When his cock twitched again, he took a deep breath and tried to focus on your answer.

“You okay, Jeon?” you asked, noticing he had zoned out slightly.

“Yeah... ” he responded, shifting as if uncomfortable.

“Well, I said I would love to go on a date with you. What did you have planned?”

“It’s a surprise. Just dress for the weather.”

You nodded thoughtfully, a small smile gracing your face as you gathered your purse and stepped back out of the doorway of his car to shut it. He rolled the window down, smiling back at you.

“Can’t wait,” you say, standing outside his car on the sidewalk through the rolled down window, waving your fingers at him cutely.

Jungkook’s signature smile spread across his face as he winked at you just before he pulled off, turning his music up loud as he whipped his Benz out of your complex. 

—

Now sitting at your desk, you clicked through the selected shots that Jungkook emailed you of the photo shoot from last week as you reminisced on the weekend. You were supposed to be checking the outfits, detailing the different designers for the credits. But your thoughts kept drifting to Jungkook, and what should have easily been a 15 minute task took 45. 

Finally sending the email, you stood to stretch when a loud knock announced a visitor. Walking to the frosted door of your office, you opened it and revealed a large bouquet of tiger lilies. 

“Delivery for Y/N Y/L/N,” Kim, one of your assistants sing-songed as she walked into the room.

“Where did you get this? And why?” You searched the flowers until you found the card inside.

“I’m not supposed to give any details other than to read the note!” She pranced away, a smug smile on her face for knowing the secret you wanted to know.

Opening the envelope, a small polaroid fell out, fluttering to the ground. You picked it up, noting the image of a small park nearby. At the bottom, in Jungkook’s neat writing was a time. 2:30PM. Glancing at the clock, you see that the time listed is in roughly 15 minutes, so you gathered your purse, plucked a flower from the bouquet and headed out to meet Jungkook.

Walking into the elevator, Namjoon suddenly entered just before the doors shut, trapping you inside with him.

“Why are you avoiding me?” He asked. You studied him, momentarily at a loss for words at his ambush.

“Joonie, I—I’m not avoiding you. I’ve just been busy...”

“Too busy for your best friend? Jennie left me, and now I feel like I’m losing you too.”

Hearing his voice crack as he mentioned his ex hurts you more than you let him know. In all of the panic of the secret sex journal being released and fake dating Jungkook, you had forgotten what Namjoon had been going through.

“I promise, you’re not losing me, Joonie. You’re my best friend. I’m sorry that I haven’t been acting like it. I swear, I have been busy.”

“Yeah, busy going to parties with your new boyfriend. I saw him carrying your wasted ass out of Yoongi’s house.” Namjoon sounded a little irritated as he spoke.

“Listen, it’s complicated.. Can we talk about this later, please? It’s not a conversation for the elevator.”

“Okay, where are you going? I’ll go with you.” The doors opened and you both stepped out, Namjoon following you like a lifeline.

“Joonie, I—Look, I’m going on a date with Jungkook, I’m sorry!” you halted your steps and explained to him as a look of hurt flashed across his face.

“You know what? Forget it. Hit me up when you remember your best friend, if I’m even that.”

Namjoon walked away from you, ignoring you as you called after him. You sighed, giving up as he disappeared around a corner of the lobby, guests and coworkers looking at the exchange with interest.

You rubbed your temples and took a deep breath before braving the cold to walk to Ttukseom Park.

The walk was surprisingly pleasant. Despite the temperature, the sun was warm on your face whenever you were able to evade the shade along the sidewalk. It may have been the very beginnings of winter, but the scenery was anything but the cold melancholy you tended to associate with this time of the year.

The grass was vibrant still, and as you made it to the spot that matched the small photo you still had clutched in your hand, you noticed how the butterfly art installation along the wall of the J-Bug Cultural Complex glittered in the sunlight seeping in. Jungkook was seated on a bench right underneath the art with his trusty camera hanging from his neck, a picnic basket next to him.

“This is beautiful,” you said in awe, taking in the entire view. Jungkook followed your gaze, humming his agreement before picking up his camera. You heard the shutter of the camera several times. You looked over to him glancing at the small screen on the device before adjusting the lens and taking several more. 

“Have you never seen this?” He said as he stood and grabbed the basket. You stood as well and followed him, falling into step beside him as he walked out from the shade and into the grassier area.

You shook your head no. “Don’t really have the time I guess. I’ve always wanted to explore the J-Bug though; Namjoon said the museums all along the Hangang are amazing.”

“I’ve taken photos at several of the murals nearby, they’re some of my favorite locations actually.” He smiled at you, and you can’t help the way your heart squeezes. He nodded his head to an area that had a decent amount of sunlight to combat the winter chill.

“Yea, I remember seeing some of them in your office. You’re really talented Kookie, I remember how passionate you were about photography even back then.” You helped spread the blanket he produced from the basket and once seated you leaned back on your palms, eyes closed. 

Jungkook looked at you, taking in the way the midday sun made you glow, how pretty your lashes looked leaving shadows across your content cheeks. He couldn’t hold back the smile that took over his face upon hearing you use the endearment he hadn’t heard since that night so long ago.

“Ah, yeah, but my photography wasn’t that good then.”

“Stop being so humble, the photos you took were amazing, even then.”

You opened your eyes, catching him staring at you, and you felt yourself grow self-conscious.

“What? Is there something on my face?”

“Oh—uh, no sorry, it was just the sun—you know, lighting and all.” He gestured to his camera.

“Ah, I guess the talented eye never rests. Though I don’t know why you would want pictures of me,” you laughed and Jungkook tapped your knee in reproach.

“You’re a pretty good subject, don’t downplay yourself.”

You nodded, looking in the basket to hide the way your cheeks had warmed at his comment.

“Seriously, Y/N, I used to want to take photos of you all the time back then... you should’ve seen my camera roll. It was embarrassing. Jimin used to tease me all the time.” Jungkook helped you set up his small spread of food and you used the meal as a distraction.

“Ooh, did you prepare all of this?”

“Ah, some of it,” he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “I had some help from Jin hyung.”

“It smells delicious.” You took the proffered chopsticks from his large hand and dug into the bowl of japchae before placing it on your rice to gather for one bite; Jungkook followed suit.

The rest of the lunch date went incredibly well. Jungkook was just like you remembered him to be, except he was more filled out, and a little taller with a jawline that could cut glass. But his humor, his compassion, his deep thoughts that led you to fall for him all those years ago were still painfully there. Spending more time with him one on one did nothing but show you that the feelings you once had for him were still easily accessible. 

As he led you back to the office, his hand swinging yours between your bodies, you couldn’t help but wish this was real. How nice it would be to just pretend that Jungkook really was yours, allow those creeping feelings to spread like spring, blooming across your chest until it was vibrant and unforgettable. You couldn’t imagine what it would be like after; after when you were single again and Jungkook had either gotten back with Somin or moved on to someone else.

“What are you thinking about?” Jungkook squeezed your hand. You hadn’t even noticed that you were not only back at the office, but standing at the door to your locked office.

“Oh, sorry. Honestly, that lunch date was just so nice… It felt good to get out and do something different for a change.”

“Oh, well yea, I remembered you used to like stuff like this, I figured you probably still did.”

You nodded, hope blooming. 

“Take a look at this post, let me know if it’s okay.”

He handed you his phone, and you admired the way he had caught you off guard, a photo that looked like it could be moving, the way your hair frames your face as you looked longingly off into the distance. The caption was simple. “It’s not about where you go or what you have, it’s about who you’re with along the way.” 

“It’s perfect.”

“Okay, post it then. And post a few more pics of me on your page too? I’ve been posting and tagging you...”

If you didn’t know any better, you would think that Jungkook sounded… upset? You nodded as you clicked the post button, and as it loaded, the phone vibrated in your hand. Thinking it was a like or a comment on the image of you, you glanced at it. His phone had locked by this time, and instead of seeing notifications for Instagram, you saw a message notification instead. 

Handing him back his phone, you push down that blooming sensation. It would be foolish to think Jungkook was upset that you hadn’t posted him as much as he had posted you. Clearly he must’ve spent time with Somin after he dropped you off yesterday. 

“You got a message. Umm, I’m gonna finish up here and then head home, you don’t need to wait for me. See you tomorrow?”

You wanted to get away from him desperately. Jungkook looked at you, confused at your sudden shift in mood.

“I thought I was driving you home? Jin said he was staying out late tonight, I figured we could hang out for a few—”

“We’ll see! There’s still so much to do for the album release.” You leaned up and kissed his cheek chastely before unlocking your office door and all but disappeared inside of it.

Jungkook stood there, staring at your closed door for a few more seconds before he felt his phone buzz in his hand. Checking his notifications, he saw a series of texts from Somin. 

Looking around confused, he noticed Somin standing across the office area, a deadly smirk on her face as she waved her phone at Jungkook. All Jungkook could do was sigh. Somin wouldn’t leave him alone long enough to sort out his thoughts, and now she was sending purposefully misleading texts? Jungkook didn’t know how to explain to you that what you saw was untrue.

You clearly believed it.

—

Jungkook gave you two days of space before he decided to track you down. He always hated that Somin would know he was upset (typically because it was her fault) and immediately pounce on him, forcing her company upon him and not allowing him the ability to forgive and move on. He wanted to give you that time, so after two days, Jungkook felt that it had been long enough, and the two of you should reconcile whatever misunderstanding there had been.

You posted a photo with him yesterday, and from the caption you wrote it appeared like you had a fun time with him on Monday despite the way you left him standing at your office door. 

The image you posted on your Instagram with Jungkook was a candid shot; he hadn’t realized you had taken a photo. While it brought about that warm feeling in his chest seeing the photo appear in his feed, it didn’t clearly depict his face. 

Instead, the focus was on your fingers intertwined. Jungkook’s profile could be seen, blurred from lack of focus, but it matched the caption you had chosen so well. “Even if someone shakes this world, please don’t ever let go of this hand you’re holding...”

Motivated, Jungkook made sure to be bright and early at your door ready to drive you and your sister. 

You weren’t expecting to see the flashy Benz outside of your apartment. Yuna was excited to not have to take public transportation, leaving you behind as she all but ran to the passenger rear door.

“Morning JK! We missed you these past few days.”

“Ah, sorry about that, I had to be at the office way earlier; didn’t want to make you guys wake up even earlier than you already do.”

Yuna waves off the apology and you finally followed; feet moving across the pavement until you’ve climbed into the car and buckled your seatbelt.

“Morning princess,” Jungkook says, leaning towards you and pecking your lips. You were caught off guard, not expecting him to be so lovey, but you returned the kiss, a double peck that you started and continued on as the traditional way you greeted each other.

“Morning.”

“Didn’t sleep well?”

“Yea, been a bit out of it these past few days...” You trailed off, not wanting to talk about it in front of Yuna. Catching on, Jungkook turns up the music and shifts into drive, pulling off towards the University for Yuna.

The drive to the office isn’t too long from the school, so once Yuna was out, Jungkook wasted no time in asking you to talk.

“So, can we talk about Somin?”

You huffed out a sigh. It was too early in the morning to deal with the Somin issue, but you nodded, allowing Jungkook to breach the topic.

“I know you saw her message. I want you to know that nothing happened. She sent that text because she saw us. She was doing the same bullshit she always does, part of the reason I don’t think she’s learned anything yet, like you said.”

You nodded, still not sure what to believe. He had no reason to lie to you, it’s not like you were actually in a relationship. He could go back to Somin anytime. 

“I hate that you’re mad at me.”

You turned your body towards him. 

“I—Look, I’m not mad, okay? Not at you. I just hate that Somin gets under my skin so much. That she’s a bitch to you. Neither of us deserve it, especially you.”

Jungkook reached over, encasing your hand in his.

“I’m learning that now. We’ve been together so long, I never noticed at first what she was doing. But I think subconsciously, it was making me resent her. And you really said some shit that had me thinking. And you’re right. I—I’m really glad to have you back in my life, Y/N. Having you in my corner has made all the difference.”

You looked down, eyes staring at the tattooed hand to hide the warmth on your face. 

“After work, come over. Let me buy us dinner and we can hang out.” You felt his smile as he stared at you while pausing at the red light before your office, and you met his gaze.

“Okay.”

“Good, we need to make Jin believe we’re having hot, loud sex, since rule 7 prevents you from experiencing the real thing.”

He let out a shout of pain as you punched his shoulder.

—

Walking to get food was not the smartest idea for 3 reasons. First, because neither of you checked the weather. Second, due to number one, neither of you had an umbrella. So naturally, third, running in the rain while carrying takeout was almost a disaster.

And still, the two of you laughed the entire way, bag clutched in one arm while your fingers were intertwined between your sprinting bodies, one block left to get to Jungkook’s apartment. By the time he’s unlocked the door, you're both sopping wet, rain water dripping onto the floor of the entryway to the apartment. After getting the food situated to stay warm while you guys got cleaned up, Jungkook gave you a towel and led you to his bathroom.

You appreciated that he was such a clean guy, his apartment and subsequently, the bathroom was pristine, and he actually had a trashcan and stocked toilet paper, unlike some men you knew. He planted folded clothes for you to change into on top of the sink counter, and surprised you with a kiss.

“What was that for?” You asked, dazed.

“Practice.” He said with a wink, and he backed away, closing the door as he left you alone. 

—

While Jungkook showered, you heated up the food, your mostly dried hair now up in a messy bun as you danced around his kitchen. His sweats were a little (a lot) too long, so you had rolled them up so you could avoid tripping. 

A knock at the door made you jump, before you moonwalked over to the entryway, now clean of the rain water the two of you had trudged in. Thinking it was Jin, you didn’t check to see who it was and opened the door. You froze as you took in a young man that was not your ‘boyfriend’s’ broad shouldered roommate. Instead, doe-eyes similar to the man currently naked in the shower stared back at you.

“Oh, hey… I thought my brother lived here. Sorry about that!” The man stepped back, checking the number on the apartment again before his eyes landed on your shirt—or rather, his brother’s shirt.

“You’re not Somin...”

“Hi, and no, I’m not,” you laughed, “um, but this is Jungkook’s apartment.”

“Ahh, okay. I’m JungHyun. His older brother.”

“Oh! Come in!” You stepped back so that he could walk past you, and you led him into the living room once he had shed his shoes. 

“Oh, did I interrupt dinner?”

“Oh, no we haven’t even started eating yet. No worries.”

The two of you sat down, and you tucked your feet up under your bottom, turning to face Jungkook’s older brother.

“So, I know who you’re not...”

“Oh, fuck, manners.” The look on your face is sheepish, and you smiled to cover your nerves. “I’m Y/N, Kookie’s girlfriend.”

“Oh, you’re the famous Y/N! Finally got you, did he?”

His words confused you, Jungkook had been with Somin since forever, when had he ever wanted you? Smiling to cover your confusion, you’re saved when Jungkook appears in the hallway, a loud laugh as he barreled over to his brother and all but jumped on the man.

“Hyung! What are you doing here?!”

“Oh, I finished that project at work early, so I’m headed to visit mom and dad. Staying with them through Christmas before the next contract at work starts.”

“Ah, it’s good to see you!”

Jungkook’s enthusiasm is abundant; it’s clear he loves his brother dearly and misses him. He pulled back from a hug and sat comfortably in the space between you and JungHyun, his palm resting lightly on your leg absentmindedly.

“So, I’ve met your new girlfriend. I must say you didn’t do her justice when you described her to me.”

You felt the blush creep across your face, and Jungkook also seemed to turn red, his fingers rubbing at the skin on his neck.

“Yea, seeing her in person is best.” He says awkwardly, and you can’t help but laugh.

“So? Does dad know? Mom is gonna be so excited. She hated Somin.”

“What?” Jungkook says at the same time that you say “Really?”

JungHyun nodded, sitting back into the couch comfortably.

“Yea, no offense, lil bro, but Somin was a bitch. Mom thought she was so fake.”

“Wh-why didn’t you guys ever say anything?”

“Eh, you know, cause you were in love or whatever.”

You get up and go to the kitchen, grabbing bowls and the last of the heated food, hoping to avoid being present for this part of their conversation, but still curious all the same.

“Definitely not.”

“Mmhmm, sure.”

“Seriously. I wasn’t actually in love. Or if I was, it faded. I think for a lot of it I was just… dependent or whatever. I thought it was love, sure. But it wasn’t; I know that now.”

“Ah, so Y/N showed you what love is?”

“She definitely cares more about me and my happiness than Somin ever has.”

You cleared your throat as you walked back into the living room.

“Ready to eat?”

Dinner with Jungkook and JungHyun is, in so many words, fun. They bantered and joked and you spend the time eating and laughing, enjoying your time with the brothers. You didn't even realize how late it had gotten, not until Jin waltzed into the apartment, noting the late hour for you all to be chatting so loud. 

“Shit, Yuna messaged me an hour ago.” 

“Just stay here. We can pick Yuna up in the morning when you go home to change.”

“Are you sure? Your brother’s visiting, I don’t want to be in the way.”

“Y/N, don’t worry, I’ll take the couch. I was going to anyway.” JungHyun smiled at you, and you nodded back. Standing up, you stretched, not realizing how tired you were. Jungkook took the opportunity to tickle your exposed sides, and you squealed, causing the brothers to laugh as you squirmed away from Jungkook, who didn’t let you get far.

“Let’s get you to bed, princess.”

Turning in Jungkook’s arms, you looked over his shoulder at his brother.

“Good night, oppa.”

Jungkook stiffened as JungHyun and Jin laughed, enjoying the way the youngest one reacted to your words.

“Ah, if it doesn’t work out between you two, hit me up.”

“Hyung!” Jungkook glared at his brother, not enjoying the joke.

“What? At least she wouldn’t need to meet our parents twice! She is coming for Christmas, right?”

The two of you looked at each other, a little thrown off by the question. The holidays were coming up, but you hadn’t discussed this far into the relationship. It wasn’t real after all, did you have to go through such lengths to teach Somin a lesson?

“I haven’t told mom and dad yet about her...”

“No worries, I text them ages ago. They’re expecting her for Christmas.”

Jungkook sighed, dropping his forehead to yours, so all you could see was his eyes staring into yours.

“Is this okay? Do you wanna, you know? Meet my parents?” Jungkook’s voice was low as he whispered the question.

“I—Yes.”

The look on his face when you agreed was beautiful, a scrunched-nose smile that is reminiscent of a bunny. You couldn’t help but smile back, lost in the mahogany of his eyes.

“Are you guys over there kissing when I’m waiting for an answer?” JungHyun broke the tension filling the air between you and his brother.

Jungkook smirked before capturing your lips with his own, a breathless kiss that lasted only a couple seconds before he pulled away to smirk at his brother.

“You can tell mom and dad I’ll be bringing her home for Christmas.” With those words, Jungkook whisked you down the hall and tucked you into his bed before climbing in behind you. Wrapping his arm around your waist, he pulled you closer to him. His hands skimmed your body before he began tickling you again, a squeal leaving your mouth. You retaliated, hands attempting to tickle him before he pinned you to the bed, and the two of you began to wrestle for a bit. 

You were unaware of how sexual the wrestling sounded; his headboard hitting the wall roughly and the two of you grunting and groaning as you fought for dominance, some added squeals and moans when Jungkook decided it was a good idea to bite you in his quest for submission. Finally winded, you gave in, laying back on the mattress in defeat. Jungkook tugged at your sweatpants, removing them swiftly and throwing them onto the floor, his own joining the pile. He then grasped your face, peppering it with kisses.

You were about to ask him what he was doing, when someone knocked. Jungkook called out a ‘come in’ and his brother walked into the bedroom, his sights set on the bathroom.

“Don’t mind me, just gonna wash up before bed. It seemed safe to enter now.”

He disappeared into the bathroom as Jungkook continued to hold you, affectionate even after his brother was out of sight. Even if this relationship was fake, you could pretend in this moment that it was real, that Jungkook pulled you closer, not to fool his brother, but because he wanted to be close to you, that he was falling in love with you. 

For one night, it should be okay to pretend it was something more, right?

—

The next two weeks passed by in a blur. Namjoon had basically confined himself to his studio at work, intent on avoiding you. Seeing you hand in hand with Jungkook seemed to bother him, and because you couldn’t tell him the truth (or wouldn’t), you left him to his own assumptions. He ignored all of your texts attempting to reach out to him, despite him saying he wanted you to let him know when you had time for him. This just made you more frustrated, and you were done trying to chase Namjoon, romantically or otherwise. When he was ready to behave like an adult, you would be willing to talk to him. 

After telling Yuna about how you were asked to go home with Jungkook and meet his family, you received a call from your own parents. Yuna had told them about Jungkook, and you were bombarded with questions until you too agreed to bring Jungkook home.

It took some discussing, but it was finally decided: the 23rd and Christmas Eve would be with your family, and Christmas Day and the 26th would be with Jungkook’s. You were a little worried that the parents would be able to see through your ruse, despite having fooled everybody else at work, but Jungkook assured you that it would be easy enough to trick his parents. 

On the train ride to Daegu, you sat a few rows away from your sister, who had her headphones in as she watched the latest K-Drama she missed due to her busy school schedule. The ‘arriving soon’ message plays throughout the cabins of the KTX, and you figure it’s important to bring up your parents. 

Turning to Jungkook, who was drawing on his iPad, you removed an airpod from your ear, pausing the music. You take a moment and admire his face, the way his jawline was so angular, the sharp planes of his cheekbones, the concentration held in his eyes.

“Like what you see?” Jungkook’s voice is teasing, but you still felt embarrassed at being caught staring at him.

“I just think we should talk about the next 2 days.”

“Y/N, listen. Parents love me. Despite the tattoos and long hair.”

“Cause you’ve met so many parents? You’ve been dating Somin since we were 20.”

“My friends have parents too, you know. Don’t worry. Just be like we always are and it’ll be fine.”

“Your parents may be easy to trick, but mine? They’re a bit more… scrutinizing. Plus, they’ve heard me talk about Namjoon, and probably don’t remember me talking about you...” you trailed off, a slight warmth subtly coloring your cheeks.

“So you used to talk about me?”

“Well, yea, first year, you know? I had a crush on you, so my mom heard all about it. Not about—you know, but I told her I thought we might date.” You buried your nose in your phone to avoid looking at Jungkook. 

“You know, you never told me why you nev—”

Jungkook’s words were cut off by an attendant walking through the aisle, asking everyone to start packing up their belongings as the train would be pulling into the DongDaegu Station momentarily.

“My dad should be here to pick us up—Yuna!” Your sister turned to you, a smile on her face as she waved her phone.

“Dad’s here!”

The drive to the house was short, and you spent most of the time taking turns with Yuna filling in your dad on your life in Seoul. Your mom was busy in the kitchen when you arrived, and she shooed you all upstairs to your rooms. Unsurprisingly, your parents were having you and Yuna share her room while Jungkook would be across the hall in your room. 

Your parents were more conservative, and while you were an adult and perfectly able to do as you pleased in Seoul, while under their roof, they wanted to make sure that you remained as pure as they could keep you. 

Dinner that first night went well. Jungook and your dad bonded over sports, despite Jungkook not playing any team sports, he was still well-versed on the topic and joined your dad in watching a basketball game while you, Yuna, and your mom cleaned up after dinner and then sat in the sewing room. 

Your mom asked you all about Jungkook, which she surprisingly did remember you talking about. It seemed you had her and your father fooled, but while you sat at her embroidery machine, she shared she was confused about the lack of presents you had for each other to open tomorrow night. Saying it was because you still had to wrap them and she would find them under the tree tomorrow was an easy enough excuse, and paired with a very real yawn, you excused yourself to get ready for bed.

Sleeping with Yuna was uncomfortable; she was a wild sleeper. Restlessness won over sleep, so you got out of bed and made your way downstairs to grab a bottle of water from the kitchen. Your parents were already in bed in their first floor room on the other side of the house from the kitchen and the stairs.

When you returned back upstairs, you noticed the light on in your bedroom, so you knocked softly.

“Come in,” Jungkook’s voice was subdued, and you pushed the door open gently.

“Hey,” you said, eyeing Jungkook’s lean, topless form as he sat at the edge of the bed. You never tired of the view when you would sleep over at his place. 

“Can’t sleep?”

“Yea, Yuna isn’t the best person to sleep next to, flops around all night, hogs the sheets.”

You walk into the room, joining him on the bed. He’s swiping through images from the SeoulM8 shoots he’s recently done. You watched his finger move across the iPad leisurely.

“Ahh, sounds like you miss sleeping next to me.”

You scoffed, shoulder bumping into his.

“You snore a bit. And your body temperature runs pretty hot. I wake up sweating half the time.”

“Ah, not the first time I’ve made you sweat, love.”

You raise your eyebrow at his insinuation of your loss of virginity.

“Kidding, babe,” he jokes, locking his iPad and setting it down to charge on the bedside table.

“Can we go into town tomorrow? I want to do some last minute shopping.”

“Sure.” Jungkook yawned and you took that as your cue to leave so he could get some sleep after your journey across the country.

“Where ya going? I thought you couldn't fall asleep with Yuna?”

Jungkook pulled the covers back, making space for you to climb in in front of him.

“Well, yes, but my parents—”

“Sleep downstairs and wholly expect us to pretend to sleep apart but know that you’re going to sneak in here anyways because we’re madly in love.”

You had to cover your mouth to keep from laughing loudly.

“And how do you know that?”

Jungkook smirked, still waiting for you to get into bed.

“You’re dad told me. He also said we need to give him grandchildren, sooner rather than later.”

Stunned silent, Jungkook leaned forward and grabbed your wrist, pulling you towards him. He turned off the light and you climbed in over him, keeping him at the front just in case. 

“C’mere,” he rolled over and pulled you to his chest, snuggling into you as he got comfortable. “We have to look madly in love. No funny business though. I know you think I’m irresistible, but we are in your parents house and must be respectful.”

You elbowed him in the rib, and settled into the comforting darkness of your childhood bedroom with Jungkook’s arm wound around your waist, holding you close. 

——

Christmas Eve, in your family, is the night that presents are opened. As a child, this tradition was done in order to make room under the tree for Santa’s presents. As adults, your parents keep the tradition alive, instead putting stockings with 1 or 2 of the more expensive gifts for you to have on Christmas morning. 

After shopping in town and spending time wrapping, you had finally placed a few gifts for Jungkook under the tree that Yuna was now passing out. You were surprised to see a couple gifts for you from Jungkook in the small pile you amassed, and when you caught his eye, he winked at you. 

Yuna opened her gifts first, then you and Jungkook, where you saw that he gave you a matching jewelry set: necklace and earrings in a soft rose gold, a small cherry blossom bloom dangling from the small hoop of the earrings and from a small hoop on the necklace. It reminded you of your date at the park. The two of you sat under the winter sakura tree that day, the only blossoms that bloom twice a year, where you told him how much you loved cherry blossoms in passing. 

“It’s beautiful, Jungkook.” You almost can’t believe it, but he just smiles softly at your gratitude and helps put the necklace on you. Your parents looked happy, enjoying seeing their daughter so happy. Jungkook was excited to see what you had gotten him; a special lens for his camera that he had talked on and on about purchasing soon. He was giddy, running upstairs to grab his camera, testing out the new lens on pictures of you and your family.

Once again, you found yourself in your old room, curled up with Jungkook, but this time you were unable to sleep. Rolling over, you faced Jungkook, who cracked one eye and peeked at you.

“What’s wrong, babe?” he asked, voice laced with sleep. You noticed how easily the endearment rolled off his tongue even with no one around to convince.

“I—the gift you got me,” your fingers fidgeted with the small cherry blossom on the necklace. “I hope it didn’t cost too much. You can return it once we break up if you need to.”

“Y/N, that gift is for you. For being such a great… friend. Helping me do this. I really think it’s working.”

“You deserve to be happy Jungkook. I’m glad you were able to get space long enough to work out how you feel, and that you’re working your way to being happier.”

“Yea, I think I’ve been much happier lately...”

You watched his tongue run along his lips, and you couldn’t help but train your eyes on the movement. He caught your eyes, his hands gripped you a bit tighter as the tension in the dark room grew.

“...much happier...”

You weren’t sure who moved first, you or Jungkook, but at that point, it didn’t really matter. The way your lips sought his, the way his hands pulled you closer, the two of you were acting on instinct. This kiss wasn’t for practice or for show, who was to know what happened here, in this room tonight, but the two of you?

You let out a moan as he dipped his head lower, tracing kisses from your neck to what was exposed of your collarbone. His touch is impatient, tugging and kneading, unable to stay still on your body. His scent alone, a musky vanilla scent, engulfed your senses and you wanted… more.

You threw your leg over his body, turning the two of you until you’re straddled on top of him, able to press your core down onto his very firm cock. His boxers and your sleep shorts are the only things holding it back from assaulting you, and you’re annoyed that they’re in the way. Reaching down, you slide your hand roughly into the waistline of the boxers, fingers gripping him.

Jungkook groaned into your neck, the feel of your hand as you palm him building the craving he had for you. He wanted you. Not just physically. But you had those stupid rules, and he couldn’t just break them. He respected you more than that, and falling in love with you? Well that wasn’t part of the plan.

Jungkook slows the way he’s kissing you, slows the way he was thrusting into your hand and pushes you gently off of him and back to your side of the bed. You’re both panting, barely able to catch your breath as he pulled your back to his chest and held you close.

“We’ve got a long trip tomorrow morning to Busan, babe. Let’s get some sleep.”

“Oh… okay?” You were so confused. You had never been turned down before, especially not when you were so far into the act, practically ready to pull your panties to the side and ease him into you. You were throbbing, body aching with want, and you knew he was too; could feel the hardness as it nestled in the dip between your cheeks.

You felt him kiss your head, followed by a soft double peck to your neck, and not 10 minutes later his breathing slowed as he drifted off to sleep. 

You, on the other hand, laid awake, thoughts running wild.

——

Christmas morning you had an early breakfast with your family before opening stockings. Your parents had only a couple of weeks to prepare for Jungkook, but they had prepared a stocking for him as well; your mom embroidering his name onto it and stuffing it full to the brim. 

You were surprised at the gifts; a couple boxes of polaroid film, a bag of banana kick chips, individually packaged egg snacks, and colorful candy canes. Yours were similar as well, a small collection of sewing items for designing, and your favorite snacks. Your mom ruffled Jungkook’s sleepy-head hair as he offered his thanks to your parents, and you couldn’t help but feel your heart swoon at the sight. You realized something heartbreaking at that moment: breaking up with Jungkook once this was over would hurt more than just you. 

Heading to Jungkook’s parents house was a different experience after the previous night. Yuna had obviously stayed with your parents, and would be catching the train back the same day you left Busan. 

This was the first time the two of you had been alone since the rejection the night before, and you were doing your best to ignore the hurt feeling that would bloom every time you caught yourself dwelling on it. You focused on your phone instead, posting a few photos on Instagram so that you were sticking to your end of the deal. Somin would see these posts some way or another, and it would hopefully do what it was intended to.

Jungkook didn’t seem to think twice about the rejection, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and treating you like you were really together, a true couple going to meet his parents for the first time. 

“Nervous?”

“A little. I’ll be meeting your parents, and we’re not really together,” you looked down at your hands, missing the way Jungkook’s face fell for a few seconds before working it’s way back to a smile, though it didn't quite reach his eyes.

“I think we’re together enough where it counts. No one watching us would doubt it,” he intertwined your fingers and gave it an encouraging squeeze, “sometimes even I forget you’re not my real girlfriend.” He laughed, and the sound leaves an ache in your chest.

“Same, haha...” You looked out the window of the KTX, ready to breathe the fresh air of the nearby sea. Jungkook released your hand and you both went back to your tasks, Jungkook reading emails and you sketching designs for work.

Jungkook’s parents treated you much like yours had treated Jungkook. Like you were the greatest thing to happen to their child.

“Y/N, you’re so pretty! Oh, thank heavens, we have a chance at cute grandchildren now.” Jungkook’s mom bowed her head in thanks to a higher power, and you couldn’t help feeling a little bad that you weren’t actually dating Jungkook. You would have liked to deserve the praise she was giving you.

“He looks so much happier, happier than we’ve seen him in a long time.” She smiled at his father and their eyes, so similar to their two sons, crinkled in the corners. JungHyun greeted you with a hug, and you reciprocated it.

“Hi, Oppa,” you teased, and Jungkook glared at you. 

“Yah! That’s Jeon JungHyun to you,” he leaned closer to your ear in a mock whisper, “only I get called Oppa.”

JungHyun cringed back in mock disgust.

“I do not need to know about your ‘Oppa kink’ in the bedroom.” He shivered as he walked back to the living room, where he put away his laptop to make space for gifts.

Their dad, who you were very glad had not heard his eldest son’s comment, gestured to you to leave your suitcases in the entryway and come sit down.

“Kookie, pass out the gifts please. Your mom has been waiting all morning in excitement for you two to get here. We can have lunch after you guys get situated.”

Jungkook, ever the dutiful youngest son, began to distribute gifts amongst you all, while you handed your own gifts that you had gotten for his family out to them. 

“You didn’t have to get them anything,” Jungkook whispered as he dropped a gift off for you from his own parents.

You gave him a pointed look, gesturing subtly to the gift.

“I did.”

He shook his head with a smile and continued until the space under the tree was empty.

“So, we just open them all at the same time! Save your thanks for the end, ready?” His dad looked at you, and you nodded.

“Let’s get it!” Jungkook shouted, and everyone laughed at his phrase as you began to open your gifts. You didn’t have many, one from his parents and JungHyun, and 2 from Jungkook. His family had given you a Pantone Color Swatch book that was easy to carry around, to help while on set working. It was very thoughtful, and you knew it could not have been cheap. You bowed deeply, on your knees and forehead to their floor as a show of your gratitude and respect.

They motioned for you to sit back up, waving off your thanks as if it was no big deal for them to get this gift for you. You turned to Jungkook’s gift, eyes already threatening tears at their sincere treatment of you, and once opened, you did cry.

Nestled inside a satin lined box was a beautiful set of Dwikkoji, traditional hair pins, that came with a small card identifying them as from the Joseon era.

“Jungkook!” you gasped, sure that they couldn’t be real.

“Don’t worry. I didn’t have to pay for them. But they would look much better displayed in your office as our head fashionista then collecting dust in storage.”

You couldn’t hold back your feelings any longer. Acting on instinct, you tugged him towards you, wrapping your arms under his own and around his frame as you let your tears fall.

“They’re beautiful, Kookie.” 

Jungkook reciprocated your embrace, his hand smoothing down your hair as his parents smiled at the scene in front of them.

“Ah, young love, remember when that was us?”

—

Unlike your parents, who wanted to pretend that the two of you were a modest young couple, Jungkook’s parents assumed that the two of you would room together. His dad had clapped him on his shoulder and congratulated him on bringing home such a fine woman. Apparently in the two weeks that JungHyun had been home, he had raved about you to his parents, showing pictures from your social media accounts of the two of you together, as well as your fashion talent. Jungkook too had talked on the phone to his parents, you came to find out, which was why his parents were so enthralled by you, despite only dating Jungkook for a short time.

Lunch was fun. Spending time with the Jeons was full of laughter. His family was like him, generous and kind hearted, and you enjoyed spending time with his mom in the kitchen making cookies for dessert.

That night you went out for a drive to look at Christmas lights, before you all stopped off at the town center where they had outdoor ice skating set up. Jungkook had his camera with the new personalized strap you made him (yay fashion classes!) around his neck, taking photos of you and his family as you glided across the frozen water. You spent an hour there before heading home to warm up with hot cocoa and Christmas movies. You found out that this was their tradition every year, and it made you happy to know they wanted to share it with you. Even if it was only for this one Christmas.

Having showered first, you traveled down the hall to get water from the kitchen while you waited for Jungkook to finish his. His family had a one level house; His parents’ room was located on one side of the living room and kitchen, while Jungkook and his brother’s room was on the other side. 

You heard his parents talking at the table and you slowed down, resting the back of your head on the wall as you heard them say your name.

“Oh, honey, Y/N is so darling! I haven’t seen him this happy in years.”

“He looks so in love with her.”

“Well, remember, he used to have the biggest crush on her.”

“But that was years ago. They were what, 20? And somehow he chose Somin?”

“Sometimes, people aren't ready. Now, they’re older. Better chances of them working out. Oh, honey, I hope they work out. She would be such a cute daughter in law.”

“I know, but don’t pressure them. Let them realize how in love with each other they are on their own.”

“Do you think she loves him too?”

“I don’t have a single doubt in my mind. I saw the way they were together.They’re in love, whether they realize it or not.”

“Ahh, so we could have grandchildren soon? JungHyun seems like he’s never going to settle down... ”

“Aish, grandchildren? I’m too young to be a grandpa!”

Instead of interrupting them, you headed back to his room, mind racing with their words. Jungkook had a crush on you? They thought the two of you were in love? Daughter in law? Jungkook chose that moment to come into the room, towel wrapped low around his waist as he checked his phone and you couldn’t look away.

“You’re starting to drool there, babe.”

You swallowed and looked away, grabbing your hair and running your fingers through it to put it into a bun on your head.

“I just uh—I wanted to talk to you about the contract.”

Jungkook, who was facing his dresser where his suitcase was opened up, froze. His eyes sought yours in the mirror, his reflection giving away nothing.

“Oh? What, uh, what about it?”

“Well, our parents seem to like us together, I mean, they’re talking about grandkids, and well, I would hate to break up so soon after having met them. I know this was only supposed to go on until you figured out what to do about Somin, but if it’s alright with you,” you look away, twisting your fingers in nervousness, “I would like for us to continue to date.”

Jungkook’s mind was racing. He understood what you meant. Your parents seemed to love him, discussing future visits for the holidays and his family had been no different. And thinking about ending the contract? Well, he had already been thinking about doing that. So he could date you, for real. Somin texted him while he was in the shower, upset about missing Christmas with his family. Jungkook thought that it would bother him, his first holiday without her, but he realized he couldn’t care less. 

Somin treated him like a prize to be toted around and shown off. He was good for bragging; his face, body, high paying job, it all granted her status. She had no ambition to grow within the company, still a one act manager after graduating as an interning manager’s assistant. But you? God, you were different. You had ambition, you didn’t care about what Jungkook could provide for you, and you listened to him, to his dreams. You were thoughtful, appreciative, and everything you had done was to help him be happy. Even fake dating, while it benefitted you as well, you had gone above and beyond for him.

You stood up, walking closer to him where he was lost in his thoughts.

“Jungkook?” you intoned, your fingers softly settling on the back of his shoulder, waiting for his response.

“I think, yeah. I think that would be a good idea. My parents and brother love you.”

Your heart soared. He wanted to continue this. Not go back to Somin right away. He barely brought her up this whole trip. You felt giddy, hopeful that maybe one day, this could be something more.

“So then, it’s settled.”

Jungkook turned around, catching your hand before you could drop it back to your side.

“I think we should reexamine that contract, but tonight, I’d really like to say fuck it.”

Jungkook stepped into your space, and in a heart’s beat, he had ensnared your lips, his arms pulling you closer to him. Your own arms snaked up his body, hands pulling his head closer to you, your fingers playing with the wet strands at his nape. His kisses were fervent, lips almost rough as he pressed them to yours before he was swiping his tongue across the opening of your mouth, seeking entrance. 

You groaned as you arched your back, seeking to deepen the kiss as you pressed higher on your tiptoes, wanting more of him. His palm skimmed your back down to your butt, where he applied pressure and lifted you with brute strength. You pulled away with a gasp, not expecting to be lifted up. He just looked at you with pupils blown, one eyebrow raised suggestively as he carried you to his bed.

“I think we should practice making ‘grandchildren’ for them.”

He set you down, long enough to grip the hem of your shirt before he pulled it over your head. His eyes moved to your chest, and he closed his eyes as he sighed in defeat.

“You’ve been keeping this from me?”

“You’ve seen me naked before,” you remind him, but he just shook his head.

“Years ago, Y/N, and let me tell you, my memory didn’t do you justice. I think I need a reminder.”

You throw him a suggestive look, knowing that you’ve both had some experience with sex since your shared first time all those years ago. This time, there was no fumbling, no nervous laughter, or apologizing. This time, Jungkook was in command of his body, and of yours too. He rid you of your shorts, leaving you naked on his sheets as he dropped his towel. 

You marveled at how his body had changed: the muscle gained and the chiseled jaw you loved to admire. Jungkook bit his lip and did the same to you, eyes roving along your curves, the way you weren’t shying away from his touch as his fingers trailed up your thigh.

“You’re beautiful, Y/N.”

You didn’t get a chance to respond, as Jungkook kissed you again, this time with less fervor, his body crawling above yours as he joined you on the bed. His hands touched you everywhere, fondling your breasts and your ass as he kissed down your neck, nipping the skin and leaving marks along your neck. You feel the ache as your wetness pools between your legs, and Jungkook’s growing member sits heavy where it’s pressed against your thigh. 

“Jungkook, please—”

He nips a bit harder, the sound of you begging for him made him infinitely larger. He wanted to be in you, but he didn’t want to rush it, wanted to savor you for as long as he had you under him. Kissing down your body, his tongue leaves a cool, wet trail and you writhe, ticklish to his tongues path to your core. 

Parting your legs wider, he smirked at you from where he's sat on his knees, your thighs on either side of his gloriously naked body. Leaning forward, he never breaks eye contact as you watch his lips meet your mound. Gentle kisses pressed to your lips, and then his tongue is parting them, flicking your clit in greeting. Your head is thrown back, you know you should be quieter, but the onslaught of his lips and tongue as they pleasure your sweet spot has you reduced to base instincts only. And right now, they want Jungkook to know that he had better not stop.

You rolled your hips, seeking more, and he gives in, thick fingers immersing themselves inside of you. You clench, walls shocked at the intrusion but welcoming it all the same. He felt so good, and you tell him as much, so he continued to finger fuck you as he lapped up your release, carrying you through your orgasm.

He was so hard, cock throbbing as he kissed back up your body, and after spitting into your hand, you reached down to stroke along his shaft, palm twisting and gliding as he nuzzled his face back into your neck, quiet little moans rolling out of his mouth with each stroke. You made him feel so good, your body warm and soft as your smaller hand stroked his larger ego, in more ways than one.

Without preamble, you positioned him at your opening and lifted your hips, allowing him to feel how warm your walls were, waiting for him. He pushed up on his palms on either side of your head and the look he gave you was indecipherable before your own eyes shut; he engulfed his cock in the swollen velvet that was your cunt, buried to the hilt.

He had tried his best to prepare you, but every glorious inch stretching you out was a breath you needed to take in order to grow accustomed to his size. You counted nine breaths, then opened your eyes, taking in the trembling of his arms as he held himself back from pounding into you.

“Move, Kook, please,” you whine, and he wasted no time following your orders.

His hips grinded into you as he rolled them, angling himself to take you as deep as humanly possible. His pace started off fast, but soon he was slowing down, head dropped into the crook of your neck as your nails dragged red marks down his back. You rocked your hips in time to his thrusts, using your grip on his back as leverage to meet him halfway. 

“You feel so good, so wet for me,” he murmured with each thrust, and you bit his shoulder, afraid if you didn’t gag yourself, you would say the wrong thing.

Everything about you enveloped him, your scent, your arms and thighs that were holding him close; he could barely think straight as he tried to get you to cum again before he got himself off. But you felt so good, tight clenches as your arousal gushed and coated his cock, he didn’t know how much longer he could last. Then you bit his shoulder, and he sped up his stroke, hips rolled in fast succession as your body jostled underneath him.

“Fuck, fuck, I’m so close baby,” you mewl into his ear, and he lifted his head up out of your neck, resting his forehead on yours. 

“I want to watch you, don’t close your eyes,” he pleads and you try your best to keep them open, not closing them for long as the coil builds in your lower abdomen. He adjusted your bodies, lifted your legs up slightly which allowed him a deeper angle that hits your g-spot. Your mouth hangs open, a fucked out expression on your face and Jungkook loses it.

The first spurt of his hot cum sends you over the edge, and you're spiraling down, pussy contracting around his cock, milking him for every drop. You maintain eye contact, watching each other for a few seconds before you can’t help but close them, the pleasure too great.

Jungkook pressed his lips to yours as you both cum, using them to cage in the words he wanted to say, wanted to shout from the rooftops, but wasn’t yet sure you felt the same way.

——

Waking up in Jungkook’s arms, you felt sore. So sore, but also satisfied. You hadn’t slept this well in ages, and if Jungkook’s deep slumber and dead weight arm draped over your waist was anything to go by, he hadn’t either. You moved his arm slowly, headed for the shower, and let out a small gasp as JungHyun also exited his bedroom at the same time.

“Well, don’t you look... rested,” he trailed off, a look of knowing on his face.

Your face burned in embarrassment.

“Don’t worry, as soon as I heard little brother start to get a little… feral, I turned up my TV while I gamed. Parents didn’t hear a peep.”

“Thank you, oppa.” You bowed, gratitude seeping out of each of your pores.

“Now, those marks on the other hand,” he gestured to your neck, “might I suggest an ice pack for 20 minutes and then some really good makeup?”

You hurried into the bathroom as he laughed his way towards the kitchen. A minute later he knocked, passing you a small ice-pack through the cracked door.

“20 minutes,” he reminded you with a wink, and went back into his room with his cereal.

—

Saying goodbye to Jungkook’s parents after a late breakfast was tough. His mom cried, saying her baby son did not visit enough and that she would miss him. She also said she would miss you greatly, and that you better come back with him soon to visit.

It was tough to promise her that you would, knowing that there was a very real chance that you wouldn’t. This was fake after all. You had just agreed to extend the contract briefly, to get through the holidays and while Jungkook said ‘fuck it’ last night, with the rising of the sun came the clarity of the situation. 

Jungkook behaved much the same, holding your hand and showering you with PDA, and while you reciprocated, you couldn’t help but feel like the magic of Christmas was over. Heading back to Seoul meant back to reality. You weren’t sure you were ready for that. For the first time in your life, you felt like you could see a future with someone, with him, despite the relationship being fake thus far. To be honest, it hadn’t felt fake since the night of the party. 

The entire trip, all 3 and a half hours of it, you ruminated on last night and what it meant. You hated to admit that you had fallen for Jungkook, and had given up rule number 7 on a whim. For all you knew, he would be going back to Somin at the end of this. 

In his own little world, Jungkook too couldn’t stop thinking about you and what last night meant. He wished he had said to forget the contract all together, instead of just for the night. He wanted to see if you felt the same way, but he wanted to be sure that his Somin chapter was done. He needed to see her and make sure he was over her, and not just using you as a rebound. You didn’t deserve that.

Jungkook’s body language had you on edge, as his foot tapped incessantly as the train got closer and closer to Seoul. You placed your hand on his knee, a reassuring move for both of you. 

“Jungkook, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I just—Somin messaged me.” He had been thinking about it the whole trip back to Seoul, about how her messages didn’t affect him anymore. Before, he could barely go a few minutes before responding. Now, almost 18 hours had passed and he wasn’t bothered.

“When?” Your voice came out sharper than intended, and Jungkook flinched back from you.

“Uh, last night, right after I got out of the shower.”

Your brain began to connect dots that you didn’t want it to.

“Oh,” you respond, trying to keep your voice light. Jungkook was confused at your reaction; usually you were jumping to keep him and Somin apart. This response felt like you didn’t care, like if he met up with Somin, it wouldn’t impact you at all.

“She just… I think that you’re right. The plan is working and I’ve been happier than I’ve been in a long time. But I guess there’s that part of me that needs to talk with her, express how I feel. I want to be sure.” Before I confess my feelings to you, he thought.

“Right. Well, that was the goal, getting you to figure out what you want.” You turned your head away from him and deeper into the neck pillow, trying to get this conversation done and over with before he said something that really broke your heart.

“I know. I guess I’ll meet up with her when we get back? The sooner the better I guess.”

“True, the faster you meet with her, figure it all out, the faster we can move towards breaking up.”

Jungkook freezes, but you don’t notice, too focused on not looking at him.

“At breaking up?”

“Yea, that was the plan right? We date for a couple more weeks, then break up, so you can get back with Somin, if she’s changed, you know?”

“You—”

“Hey Jungkook? I’m really tired, can we talk about this later?”

Jungkook stared at your form, taking in how closed off you were from him. He didn’t understand what changed. He sat back, finally replying to Somin’s text, agreeing to meet at a cafe by his apartment later that evening.

—

Jungkook saw you home, worried the entire ride to your place about what was happening between the two of you. He thought everything had been going well, and after last night, he didn’t know how he could have possibly fucked up. He hoped you were just PMS-ing, like Somin used to always blame moods like this on. 

You let him carry your suitcase upstairs to your apartment and when he leaned in for a kiss, you kissed him back, but he felt it was almost out of obligation; your sister was sitting on the couch watching the two of you. Jungkook paused at your door, but you had turned away from him, so ready to be alone. So he let you close the door in his face, let you have time to yourself.

Jungkook got to the cafe, eyes searching for the long black hair of his ex. When he approached her she smiled at him. Jungkook saw the way her face lit up, the way the smile graced her pretty face, and felt nothing for it. Sitting down, a cafe worker took their drink order and left them alone.

“So, you said you wanted to talk?” Jungkook asked, fidgeting with his fingers drumming on his knee.

“Kookie, I miss you.” Somin leaned toward him, chest pushed out in her off the shoulder zebra print dress. Her black heel nudged against Jungkook’s leg, rubbing it suggestively.

Jungkook moved his leg out of reach and sighed.

“Somin—”

“Minnie.” She pouted, red painted bottom lip jutting out after she cut him off to correct her name.

“Somin. I—I’m sorry.” Jungkook felt awkward. Here he was, sitting in front of his ex, who was undoubtedly a gorgeous woman. But after all they had been through—all she put him through—and all the healing you had done to his heart, he realized he had fallen out of love with her a long time ago. “I know you had hopes of us getting back together.”

“Well, of course we’re getting back together Kookie. We’re made for each other. Since we were 20! I know this thing with Y/N is just revenge. You wanted to make me mad, teach me a lesson,” she said as she reached out and grabbed Jungkook’s hand in hers, “and I have learned it. Christmas without you was so sad. I had no one to go out to all the holiday parties with.”

Jungkook shifted in the metal chair. “Look, Somin—”

“Why do you keep calling me that?” she interrupted again, and Jungkook let out a loud sigh as he tried to maintain his cool.

“Because, I’m trying to tell you that I—”

“Jungkook! Somin!”

The loud yell of the barista reading out orders cut Jungkook off for the third time, and he groaned, running his tattooed hand over his face. With a huff, he stood up, walking through the crowded cafe to get the drinks so he could just tell Somin the truth; he may have initially wanted to teach her a lesson, but he ended up being the person who learned something from it. He was in love with you; wanted to spend more holidays like the one that just passed, with you. He truly didn’t feel anything for Somin anymore, other than friendship.

While Jungkook was up, Somin noticed his bag was open, a fancy camera strap hanging out of it. It was embroidered; the phrase ‘you shine brighter than anyone’ apparent once she pulled it free from his oversized black backpack. Somin threw a glance over her shoulder at Jungkook, seeing him still busy, so she stuffed the strap into her purse. Grabbing her phone, she sent a text to Taehyung.

Jungkook set down the drinks before sitting down himself and commanding the attention of his ex. 

“Look, Somin, I just—I’m sorry.” Jungkook looked down at his hands before making eye contact with her. “I don’t see us getting back together. I—” he paused, taking a deep breath before he spoke his truth, “I’m in love with her, Minie. I know that’s not what you want to hear, but I want to be happy. I want you to be happy with someone who feels about you, how I feel about her.”

Somin stared at Jungkook before she laughed. He was unsure of the emotions she was actually feeling; perplexed by her reaction to what he just told her. He didn't want to be with her anymore, and he wasn’t looking for her to beg, but he expected a little more... sadness? Push back? Once she was done laughing, she leveled her gaze at him.

“You, you’ve barely been seeing her Jungkook. How can you love her?”

Jungkook took a sip of his drink, gathering his thoughts before he answered her. The judgement that laced her tone made him angry, but he didn’t want to give Somin the upper hand. He wanted to be an adult about the situation. In retrospect, he hadn’t been honest with Somin when she first confessed to him, and you deserved for him to share that honesty now, even if it was coming 5 years later.

“I think—I think a part of me has always loved her. Since that first year. Don’t get me wrong, I think I loved you too and at some point we just… I think we just broke up and then made up too many times because it was easy… familiar. I love you Minie, and you were a huge part of my life. I’m just not IN love with you.” Jungkook leaned forward towards Somin, placing his hand over here, hoping that she would see and feel his sincerity and his benevolence. 

“Wow, I—You’re serious?” Somin’s voice was quiet as she questioned him. “I guess I didn’t think I’d be starting the new year without you.”

Jungkook watched as she slid her hand out from under his and placed it in her lap.

“Please, be happy for me Minie, and when you’re ready, I’ll be happy for you too.”

The loud chime from Somin’s phone went off. Jungkook watched as she looked at her screen, eyes growing wide.

“Shit, an emergency with Tae.” Somin looked up at Jungkook, her face soft and apologetic.

“Koo—I mean Jungkook, I was just surprised is all. I—I am happy for you and Y/N. Or, I guess it’s more like, I will be. I’m sorry, I have to run, but thank you for meeting with me.”

Somin gave him one last smile, as if showing she was throwing the towel in, before she stood up and left the cafe in a hurry. Jungkook watched her as she dashed off, disappearing down the sidewalk towards the nearest bus stop. He thought the meeting had gone well, or at least better than expected. Maybe Somin has grown up, he thought to himself, unaware of the way she made off cunningly with his gifted camera strap, using a text that confirmed the time for the next morning’s meeting with Taehyung as an excuse to escape.

——

After closing the door in Jungkook’s face, you retreated to your room, claiming that a headache was creeping in from the long train ride. Your sister nodded, engrossed in her latest K Drama. You rolled your suitcase into your room, stripped your travel clothes from your weary body, and entered your shower. 

Free to do as you pleased, with the water to cover the sound, you wept. How foolish you felt, letting Jungkook close to you once again, only to see him rush off to Somin. It was almost like what happened 5 years ago, when you had gone to his dorm room and found her confessing. Just like then, Somin was winning Jungkook; once again he had slipped through your grasp.

That night you texted Jungkook to tell him you would be going to the office early and that he needn’t pick you up.

Jungkook was relieved upon seeing your text. He had spent the better half of the evening and the morning tearing apart his apartment. He had called his parents, his brother, and overturned his luggage onto the floor. He could not find the camera strap you made him. 

He knew that he shouldn’t have taken it off the camera, but he spilled a bit of leftovers from his mom on it while on the train and removed it to make it easier to clean once he got home. 

Unfortunately, it was nowhere to be found. 

Jungkook was frantic; he knew that you made it for him that night you sat in the sewing room with your mom and sister while he was with your dad. Your mom had an embroidery machine, and so you snuck in there under the premise of bonding time and worked on it. He loved the phrase you chose for him; it reminded him of your love letter to him, the way you had written about him making you feel as beautiful as a night sky. “you looked at me as if the galaxies were reflected in my eyes...”

Dumping out his black backpack for the umpteenth time, Jungkook sifted through notebooks, film, wrappers from snacks, a small hygiene bag, and loose photos. He doesn’t know why he continued looking through the same places. It’s not there. Glancing at the clock, he realized he would be late to the Monday morning meeting. Giving up and putting everything he needed back into his bookbag, he stepped over the mess and headed out to his car.

Walking into the conference room, everyone looked tired from their holidays, but with the New Year around the corner, it was important for everyone to attend before January. SeoulM8’s comeback was fast approaching, and making sure everything was moving smoothly was imperative to whether the next holiday was spent relaxing or spent stressed out. 

Stirring your coffee, you walked through the propped open door and maneuvered your way over to where your assistants sat. Kim, the same one who brought you the tiger lillies several weeks ago, smiled at you as she slid you the stapled packet she printed out from the email.

“I think we’ve done all our parts, the photos Jeon emailed over have been approved by the boss, and we double-checked the designers they are wearing. I think all that’s left is to get final approval on the outfits for their comeback shows and interviews during comeback week.” 

You nodded, sipping the still hot coffee as Kim spoke quietly about the role you played for SeoulM8, eyes on the printed email. It didn’t help the way you could feel the mocha eyes of a certain ‘missing in action’ best friend burning into the side of your face; or the way the empty seat across from you saved for a certain ‘boyfriend’ of yours had your anxiety on edge.

With 5 minutes left until the meeting commenced, you had done a pretty good job at tuning out all of the mindless chatter around you, that is until Somin’s nasally voice interrupted your response to Kim.

“Oh, this? It’s just a little gift for JK.”

“But you broke up? He’s with Y/N now...” Hobi said, cutting off a reply from one of the assistants sitting near Somin.

“But we dated for 5 years, he’s still important to me. I think he’ll love it.” She turned her back to Hobi, who tried to make eye contact with you. You looked down at your coffee instead.

When Jimin and Taehyung walked into the room, everyone quieted down and took their seats if they weren’t already, assuming Bang PD, the head boss, would be quickly approaching behind them. Before the glass door could swing fully shut, Jungkook sprinted into the room, out of breath.

“Oh Jungkook, here!” Somin stood up, making a big show out of handing him the small gift bag that had been on the table in front of her. 

“Oh? Uh, thanks Minie.” Jungkook said, looking for the head boss. Bang PD was still missing from the room, so he grasped the colorful tissue paper from the bag and removed it in one swift pull. As the paper fluttered to the table, Jungkook’s eyes lit up as he took in the present.

“Oh my God, thank you!” Jungkook wrapped his arms around Somin in a huge hug, surprising everyone in the room watching, including you. Despite all of your negative thoughts about you and Jungkook’s future, seeing him react that way was unexpected and you felt your heart ache seeing him hold her in an embrace.

Sitting down, Jungkook turns to talk to Somin when you notice Bang PD walking down the long hallway towards the closed glass doors. 

You turned to the front of the room where SeoulM8 was seated next to the only empty chair in the room, fully intending to pay attention, but Jungkook’s movements directly across from you pulled your attention away. When you see the embroidered strap that YOU had given to him for Christmas a mere 2 days ago slide free from the bag, you see red. Before Bang PD can enter the room, you’ve already stood up. 

Both Namjoon and Jungkook look at you, followed by everyone else’s gaze; it’s too late to hide the tears that fall down your face. 

“Y/N, I can explain—” Jungkook said as you make your way around the table toward the door. He grabbed your wrist to stop you, but you pulled it from his grasp.

“Save it, Jeon. It’s over.”

You leave the meeting, walking brusquely past your boss with your head down. You type out a quick text to him as you take the elevator down, apologizing for leaving and saying that an emergency came up. Bang PD responds within a few moments.

Back in the conference room, Jungkook attempted to call you, but you sent him to voicemail twice. Giving up, he grabbed his bag, fully planning to follow you, when he saw Namjoon stand before he could. Throwing a dirty look at Jungkook, Namjoon shook his head at him before quickly following you out the door. 

You haven’t gone far, making it only to your office where you gathered up the rest of your belongings when Namjoon burst in.

“Y/N,” he sounded a little out of breath, probably from running to the elevator and then to your office, you assumed, “I—”

“Save it, Joon. You didn’t want to talk to me these past few weeks, so I don’t know why you’re here now.”

“Because I realized I love you.”

You stopped packing up your laptop, eyes slowly moving to meet his.

“What did you say?”

“I said I love you. I didn’t realize it until you started dating Jungkook, but I do.”

You shook your head back and forth, unable to hear or deal with his feelings right now.

“No, Namjoon, you don’t. You just miss Jennie.”

“Y/N, listen, I should’ve realized it was you. It’s always been you. You can’t honestly tell me that you’re in love with Jungkook?” Namjoon said this last part with contempt.

Tears fell once again, and you dropped your hands uselessly to your side.

“I do, Namjoon. I honestly love him.”

“Well, I hate to say I told you so, but-”

“Then don’t,” you voiced, cutting him off with an edge to your voice.

“You and Jungkook? Please. Anyone can see how different you are. You and me, though? We’re better for each other.”

“How different we are? Why? Am I too out of his league? Not pretty enough?”

“No, that’s not what I’m saying, and you know it. You guys just aren’t compatible—”

“And how the fuck would you even know?! You saw us together at what? One party? And then at work? What do you even know about our relationship, Joon?! You’ve been angry at me ever since you found out!”

“Because you and him together isn’t right! It’s supposed to be you and me!”

“Oh please, Namjoon. If Jennie hadn’t taken that Japan job and dumped you, you wouldn’t even be here right now. I wouldn’t have even crossed your mind. This is a pointless conversation.”

You walked towards the door, bag over your shoulder and laptop case in hand. Namjoon blocked the doorway, and behind him you could see nosey coworkers watching the interaction. 

“Move, Namjoon.”

“Not until you talk to me.”

“No,” you go to shoulder past him, and you were able to back him up into the common area outside of your office. He grabbed at your shoulders, holding you still. 

“Namjoon, let go of me!” At this moment you hated that you had dressed up for this meeting; a tight a-line pencil skirt and heels that don’t allow you the movement that you needed.

Before you can shimmy from his clutches, he’s leaning forward, his lips meeting yours in a kiss. In shock, you don’t move at first, not until your free hand shoved his shoulder and pushed him a step back.

“I can’t believe you.” 

The look you gave him could burn the sun, and this time you were able to push past him; the elevator getting closer and closer as you approached. You saw Jungkook, motionless, at the platform in front of the elevators; his eyes low in a glare aimed at Namjoon, who had followed you in your haste to escape.

“Hyung, you need to leave her alone.”

“Me? I’m her best friend. I would say you were her boyfriend, but we all heard her break up with you when she left the room crying.”

“That was just a misunderstanding. So like I said, leave her alone.” Jungkook stepped forward to his full height, chest to chest with his hyung, who prior to watching him force a kiss on you, he respected a lot. The tension on the floor was thick. You were mere steps from freedom, from Namjoon and Jungkook, when his words stopped you dead in your tracks. A misunderstanding? 

Did he not understand what the words ‘It’s over’ meant? That the contract, the relationship between the two of you, however real or fake, everything was null and void? 

“It wasn’t a misunderstanding, Jungkook.”

Big, confused, doe eyes turned to face you. “Y/N, please let’s just talk about th—”

“Why don’t you take your own advice and listen to her, Kook. You could never treat her how she deserves.” 

“Why don’t you go mind your own business Namjoon.” Jungkook bit back, fists clenched as he shook, holding back his anger. He just wanted to be alone to talk to you, but Namjoon was making it difficult.

“She is my business, she’s my best friend. She’s nothing to you now. Though, knowing you, that’s probably the reason she broke up with you. I bet you didn’t treat Somin right, and now you fucked up with Y/N. Can’t do anything right, can yo—”

Jungkook’s fist flew through the air before you could tell either of them to stop talking about what they don’t know. The sound of Namjoon’s jaw connecting to his fist echoed through the large room, and the crowd of bystanders yelled out in shock at watching a full on fight start in the building.

You yelled as Namjoon tackled Jungkook around his middle, tackling him to the ground before he reared back his fist to punch him back. 

“Namjoon, stop, STOP!” you yelled as Jungkook flipped Namjoon onto his back, swapping places as he took the liberty to return the blow. Putting down your laptop and bag haphazardly, you rushed closer. Leaning down, you grabbed at Jungkook’s arm that was cocked back to throw another punch, yelling his name frantically.

“Jungkook, Kookie, PLEASE STOP!”

The two men looked at your face, their chests rising and falling rapidly as they tried to catch their breath. Jungkook’s eyes were dilated. As he took in your state, he seemed to come back to his senses. He started to climb up off of where he straddled Namjoon, pinning him to the floor, his hand reaching up towards you from where he was kneeled on the ground.

“Y/N, I’m sorry baby, please just talk to me.” Jungkook’s bottom lip was split, a small bit of blood leaking from the cut. His cheekbone was red; you knew a bruise would form there. Namjoon too tried to sit up, leaning on his elbow as his split eyebrow spilled his blood down the side of his face. He too would be sporting a shiner for the next week or so. 

You almost reached for Jungkook, returned the gesture to cradle that beautiful face, but you couldn’t. Him fighting Namjoon changed nothing about the fact that Somin had the present you gave him, that she brought it to him as if she had given it to him, let alone the response he gave her when he saw it. Backing away, you almost tripped over your belongings before you thought to collect them, and then dashed into the elevator, leaving the two men bleeding on the floor as the doors shut, cutting off the view.

——

Dealing with the aftermath of the fight was not something you thought would be so difficult to do. 

Working remotely meant not being able to turn off your phone so you didn’t miss any important calls or texts. Unfortunately, it also meant you had to deal with the barrage of texts and calls from friends and co-workers wanting to know about the fight. 

According to Jimin, the only person other than Kim who you were responding to, the whole office heard about the fight. With Jin being Jungkook’s roommate, and of course being the resident gossip, news traveled fast that the two men got into a fist throwing match over you. This only had you double down on avoiding messages, calls, and not posting to social media. It was unlike you; as a fashionista who worked with models and artists like SeoulM8 and Kim Seokjin, people looked to your accounts for updates. 

Your silence was killing Jungkook, the one person who had not given up. Jungkook hated to not give people time, but he had the feeling like the more time you had, the faster you would slip from his fingertips. You stared at your phone, watching his name light up on the screen as a picture of the two of you, set as his contact photo, taunted you with memories. 

All you could do was lay there, curled up on your bed in your pajamas for the second day in a row, hating yourself. Hating the fact that you allowed yourself to break your rules, that you let Jungkook into your heart for a second time, only to watch it all come crashing down because he couldn’t let go of Somin. What did Somin have that you didn’t? How was it that she always won?

5 years ago you lost Jungkook to her, after giving him your virginity, something he knew was a big deal, as he had given his to you in exchange. And now again, you had so foolishly fallen into bed with him again, and he ran back to Somin. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice? You were already blaming yourself heavy for this one. 

Another day passed before you finally pulled yourself up out of bed long enough to shower and get dressed in a different set of sweats. A knocking sound at the front door had you tense up. Luckily, your sister answered the door, able to field away anyone who wanted to see you.

Creeping silently to the door of your bedroom, you cracked it open and listened to see who was there. From the angle you could see your sister, but not who was outside, nor could they see you. The warm tone was instantly recognizable, and your eyes widened as your sister looked back at you. Shaking your head profusely, she denied entry and shut the door, walking over to you. You back away from the door, letting her in as you sit on your bed. Crossing your legs, you grabbed a stuffie and clutched it to your chest.

“Hey, can you tell me what happened? Why are you hiding out at home and not answering Jungkook’s calls? What’s going on?”

You sighed, taking a much needed breath before you recounted the whole story. You told her about the journal entries being sent out, about how Namjoon had confronted you leading to you lying and saying you were with Jungkook, who came up with the plan to fake date each other until the Somin and Namjoon issues calmed down for both of you. 

She listened intently, shocked to hear that it was all fake, and she told you as much once you finished sharing about the fight that ensued on Monday.

“Sis, that man loves you. I could see it when he came to the door. I think you should talk to him.”

“No. It’s all my fault all of this happened anyways. If I hadn’t been drunk and sent those messages out, I would have never had to lie to Namjoon and start all of this.”

Yuna squirmed in your computer chair, her mouth twisted as if holding herself back.

“Actually, you didn’t do that.”

“What are you talking about Yuna? I saw the messages. I took the photos the night before because I wanted to upload them to an online journal platform.”

She nodded her head, wringing her fingers in her hand. “I know that, but you didn’t send them… I did.”

You stared at her, anger silently rising as you waited for her to continue. 

“I waited until you got into the shower. You know I read the entry to Namjoon, and so when you got into the shower, I used your phone and sent a message to each guy who’s name was both in the book and in your phone. I wanted you to have someone, instead of always spending your evenings at home, bored.”

“Yuna, you knew that I did not want Namjoon to know, he and Jennie had just... and I was trying to protect him, do you see what this did?!” You threw the plushie at her angrily, standing abruptly.

“I can’t believe you would invade my privacy, you could have ruined my career, if one of those messages had been sent to the wrong person, god damn it Yuna! You’ve ruined my fucking life!”

Yuna was crying, but she set the stuffed bunny back on your bed gently before she got up and headed to leave your room. Pausing at the door, her hand poised on the door knob, she turned back to face you.

“I didn’t ruin your life. You finally had a life. You’re the one running away from it now.”

With those parting words, she left your room, closing the door and leaving you alone with your thoughts.

After Yuna left you, she went to her own room, where she scrolled through social media to find Jungkook. You already blamed her, though she felt like it was misplaced, but she felt like she might as well do something to help fix the situation. Finding Jungkook’s IG account from the photos you tagged him in, she followed him. When he returned the follow, she messaged him to contact her. 

It didn’t take long for him to respond, and she asked him to meet her out somewhere. Agreeing on a local park, Yuna changed her shoes and left you moping in your room, a note on the counter that she was headed out.

Sitting on the bench, it wasn’t hard to spot Jungkook. His tousled black hair peeking from under his black beanie and the familiar black jacket was easy to spot against the white snow that had recently fallen, but like a Seoul snowfall, it wouldn’t stick for long. Carrying a hot cocoa for him and herself, Yuna held it out to him before she sat down, sipping on the warm drink.

“Yuna, I will say I’m surprised you reached out to me.” Jungkook’s usually bright voice was tinged with sadness as he looked over at her.

“I have something to tell you.” Yuna started, and Jungkook’s nerves grew.

“I was the one who sent the journal entry to you. Not my sister.”

“Oh? Okay. Thank you for telling me I guess.” Jungkook took another deep pull from the drink, letting the heat fill his body as he swallowed.

“I mean, I sent it because I didn’t want her to grow old and be alone. Every night, coming home bored to drink wine with her baby sister and watch reruns on Netflix? I wanted her to fall in love. And she did. With you.”

“I don’t think so, Yuna. She wasn’t in love with me.”

“She was; she still is! She told me everything that happened. About how dating you was all fake. But I know it wasn’t. Not for her. And not for you. No one acts the way you two acted. I know my sister; when she told me what happened, I knew that she was hurt because she’s in love with you. Like, still in love with you. She just doesn’t believe you love her back.”

Yuna stared at Jungkook, watching the way her words sank in, waiting to confirm what she already knew: Jungkook was in love with you, too.

Jungkook’s voice was quiet when he finally spoke. “How do I convince her? That I love her back?” 

“I wish I knew Jungkook. I wish I knew. But if you don’t do something soon, I think you’ll lose her.”

——

Friday was New Year’s Eve, and you had to put up with Yuna running around like a lunatic cleaning the apartment to ring in the new year. You had finally resigned yourself to forgiving her for sending the journal entries. It was over and done with, and there was nothing more to do. Monday, you would be back at work like nothing happened, and didn’t want to go into the new year holding onto this year’s anger or sadness.

Yoongi, surprisingly, had reached out to you the day before about a party he was having to ring in the new year, and at first you didn’t want to go, but the longer you thought about it, you figured you should. Why spend the new year at home, where your sister would relentlessly tease you until she left. She had her own plans this year, going to a classmates to drink and watch the fireworks; so if you stayed home, you would be alone.

And you were tired of being alone. Sleeping in, you didn’t get up to join your sister in cleaning until later in the afternoon, going through your closet, bedroom, and bathroom.

You were scrubbing your shower when you heard the doorbell, but your sister, ever the nosey one, yelled that she would get it, so you continued cleaning, forgetting that someone had come to the door by the time you finished cleaning the bathroom. 

When you finally stopped cleaning for the day, it was close to 9 PM, so you decided to get ready for the night out at Yoongi and Hobi’s place. After about an hour and a half, you were dressed, makeup done, and ready for the party. You ventured out of your room, noticing a large blue hatbox on the kitchen counter.

“Yuna! What’s this blue box?” you yelled, and her reply carried from down the hall.

“A delivery, for you, from earlier!”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” you grumbled, cursing your sibling as you reached to remove the lid off of it. Inside was what looked like a photobook, a beautiful ombre of pinks and purples decorating the cover. Removing it from the box, you flip it open, noticing right away the neat handwriting that could only belong to one person. 

Sighing, you carry it to the couch, where you read the inscription he penned inside. 

“Right at this moment, I think of you.” 

Flipping through the pages, you see he’s created a scrapbook of the past month spent together. Pictures of the two of you at work, the park, each other’s places, and visiting each other’s families. Pictures of you sleeping in his arms, candids where you aren’t even aware of him taking the photos.

Each photo is vibrant, in his style of catching the light just right as it caresses your face, and you’ve never seen yourself look so beautiful. He’s scribbled little notes here and there, of what he noticed or what was happening when he snapped the camera, and you can’t help but blush when you see a photo in there of you after the two of you had sex. 

“I reach out my hand, and feel your breath. With eyes closed, before we know it, we’re together.”

Your fingers trace over the photo, where Jungkook’s face is, looking at you so lovingly as you sleep on his chest, the bed sheets from his childhood bedroom covering you both strategically so nothing indecent shows. 

The last page has a handwritten letter, not unlike the one you wrote for him all those years ago, with a tiger lily pressed inside. You looked up the meaning of the flower earlier in the day when you found the large vase while cleaning. Please love me. With shaky hands, you held the photobook and began to read.

Y/N, 

5 years ago, you thought you were in love. I can tell you with certainty that 5 years later I pray that you are, because I am so in love with you. The way you see me, I don’t think I’ve ever been seen before. My whole life I’ve been behind the camera capturing others. And somehow you have taken the camera from me and now I’m the one being captured and seen. And I love it. You make me feel like I’m not just made up of the same ingredients that make up the stars in the sky, you make me feel like the very galaxy reflected in your eyes when you look at me. You’re beautiful, and I, Jeon Jungkook, am so in love with you. When I say I’ve always loved you, that there is no start, so there can be no end: we are fated—destined; you are mine as much as I am yours. These photos are only a fraction of the way I see you, the many shades that make up who you are, how could I ever capture them all? Please know, I want to spend the rest of time trying. So in case you didn’t see it, or weren’t sure: I love you. I want to be with you. No contracts, just you, wholeheartedly as mine, and me as yours.

——

It was nearing 11 when you reached Yoongi and Hobi’s house, leaving the Uber driver with a confused look at the way you dashed out of his car. You could care less; the man you were in love with was inside that house, right now, and you would be damned to let him get away again.

Pushing through the crowd of bodies, you looked side to side, searching for the familiar black tresses, ears straining to hear his musical laugh or catch someone saying his name. Entering the living room, your eyes fell on the beer pong table, where Jimin and Taehyung were playing against Yoongi and Hobi. 

Destination set on getting to that table, you wade through the throng of people with the obligatory happy new year. Some attempted to stop to ask you how you’ve been, fill you in on the latest office gossip, or inquire about the exact relationship status of Jungkook. Those in the latter category were met with major side-eye. Plastering a fake smile on your face each time, you finally shake the last of them, jogging the last few steps until your right on the edge of the game.

“Y/N! Glad to see you!” Hobi was his typical cheerful self, greeting you with his signature smile as he watched Taehyung try and line up his shot in the cups Yoongi just re-racked.

“Hey Hobi, Happy almost New Year! Have you seen Jungkook?” you asked, skipping straight to the point.

“Um, yea, he came by earlier to drop off a few kegs for us, helped us move the furniture, but he went home. Said he wasn’t really feeling like celebrating.”

Yoongi, who had just grabbed the ping pong balls before they bounced off the table, handed one to Hobi as he gave you a pointed look.

“Yea, looked pretty heartbroken all week, if you ask me.”

“Well, no one did Yoongi. Give her a break,” Hobi answered before turning to you, “he’s probably at home. You can get there before midnight if you get an Uber quick.”

Thanking him, you threw your arms around him and Yoongi in a shared hug before waving to the other two on the far side of the table. You had someplace to be.

Outside in the quiet, you requested an Uber, happy to see one not even 2 minutes away. Thankfully, Jungkook only lived 10 minutes or so from the guys. You hoped traffic would be on your side. You knew you were cutting it close; 11:30 was approaching fast.

The ride to Jungkook’s apartment gave you too much time to think. Those 15 minutes (thanks drunk pedestrians) on the car ride over allowed the nerves to settle in, along with the doubt and fears. What if he didn’t feel that way about you anymore? What if he just wanted to bring you the photobook as a goodbye?

Shaking the thought from your head, you took a deep breath before you climbed out of the car and into the hushed cold of the last day of December. You had never shown up to his place unannounced like this, so used to trailing him into his apartment. The closed door was daunting to you, but you didn’t have much time now.

Knocking louder than you needed to due to those pesky butterflies in your stomach, what feels like an hour is only 10 seconds or so until Jungkook is standing before you. 

“Hi,” you said, breathless from the cold and from the sight of him after so many days apart.

“Hi,” he responded, looking just as mesmerized to see you at his doorstep, “uh, wanna come in?” Jungkook took a step back, giving you space to come in and you stepped forward into the welcomed warmth of his home.

The scene before you is not what you were expecting. Jungkook had been sitting in the dark, a half eaten pizza and a beer bottle on the coffee table, with his favorite blue and grey plaid blanket haphazardly cast aside on the couch; most likely from when he stood to welcome you.

Shucking off your boots, you walked into the living room, Jungkook silently trailing you.

“I—I’ve missed you.” His voice is low, as if afraid he would spook you.

“I’ve missed you too.” You turned to face him, the light from the paused Netflix show reflecting in his beautiful orbs. You took in his face, split lip mostly healed and the bruise faded along his cheek.

“I got your gift.”

“I’m glad.”

The conversation between the two of you was static, neither sure of what to do. The silence ticked on for a few more seconds before you decided to stop being a pussy.

“Did you mean it? What you said?”

“Of course I did.”

“I’m glad,” you repeated his earlier phrase, stepping closer to him. You placed your hands on his chest, solid muscles reacting to your touch as he subconsciously flexed them. “Because I love you, too.”

Rising on your tippy toes, you pressed your lips to his, your body relaxing when you heard the sigh he let out from the contact. His hands pulled you closer, deft fingers gripping you in all the right places as he deepened the kiss. He tasted faintly of pizza and beer, and smelled so strongly of his vanilla musk. You couldn’t believe how much he felt like home to you. Being in his arms felt right. 

Bending slightly, Jungkook wrapped his arms under your thighs and lifted you up, never breaking the kiss. Hoisting you up, he carried you down the hall to his room, foot kicking the door shut behind him. So turned on by his show of strength, you rolled your hips down onto what was his growing length, seeking any friction that would help ease the ache between your thighs. 

Letting out a groan, Jungkook’s hands guided your hips roughly to where he wanted you, lining up your sweet spot so you could grind on him better. Licking into his mouth, your hands tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck. A slight tug exposed more of his neck, where you planted markers of your territory as you continued rolling your hips in time to his movements. 

“I want you.” The whispered words went straight to your core; hearing Jungkook’s voice break with need, need for you—you couldn’t get out of your clothes fast enough.

“Bed. Now.” You demand, and he laughs as he follows your directives, setting you down once he approached the edge of his queen sized mattress. You tug your jacket off, tossing it to the foot of his bed before peeling your shirt up over your head to reveal your bra to him. He doesn’t get to look too long; you’ve gripped the waistband of his grey sweatpants and pulled them low enough to free him from it’s confines. His cock sprung free, and, licking your lips, you switch positions with him. 

With his back to the bed, you pushed him down, and he went easily. Pressing your hand to his chest, you lay him back as you bend at the waist, bringing your mouth to his leaking head. You lick the bottom of his shaft up to the slit, collecting the pre-cum with the tip of your tongue before you take the head into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the sensitive tip. Under your hand, you feel his abdominal muscles contract as he lets out a moan letting you know how good you feel as you take him farther into your mouth. 

Speeding your ministrations, you hollow your cheeks as you slurp around the head, using your hands to massage the dripping spit along the exposed skin you can’t reach. His hands grip your hair creating a makeshift ponytail to keep it out of your face so he can watch you. And wow, does he love the sight of your lips wrapped around his cock, innocent eyes blinking coyly up at him while your mouth is stretched around him. Keep it up and he could cum too quickly in your mouth.

When your free hand traveled to his scrotum, he jumped, feeling an overwhelming sense of pleasure as his sack tensed up.

“Wait, baby, I don’t want to cum yet.” Jungkook panted, and you pop off of him with a lewd sound that filled the quiet of his room.

Tugging you towards him, he scooted back on the bed until his head was flush with the headboard. 

“Strip for me,” he urged, and you did, undoing the button on your jeans and sliding them down until you were naked from the waist down. His eyes stared pointedly at your chest and you unclasped your bra, adding it to the growing pile of clothes the two of you had made. Watching as he shed his shirt before laying back fully, kicking his sweats free from his body, you climbed onto the bed, and he directed you farther up his body until he could maneuver your thighs to either side of his face. 

“Jungkook—”

“I’ve wanted you like this for so long, baby, please.”

Giggling softly, you lowered yourself slowly and he wound his arms around your thighs until his palms were wrestling lightly on them. The slow caress as he drew patterns on your skin matched the same pattern he drew with his tongue, you realized once he had you fully seated. Gripping the headboard, you threw your head back, rolling your hips as his lips and tongue ravaged you, the sexual sounds of him eating you out creating more for him to drink down. 

Curving your back to make you hunch forward, you adjust as the pleasure builds and you see his eyes, those bright galaxies staring at you as he pleasured you to climax and you tensed as the coil in your abdomen snapped, a mix of curse words and his name pouring from your lips as he worked you through it.

Placing your hands on his sweat laced forehead, you pushed to try and pull away from the overstimulation as he let out a laugh.

Scooting yourself down his body once he released you, you fell back and to the side of his muscular thighs, trying to catch your breath. You feel him moving, a low chuckle released as his hands grasped your wrists. Pulling you up, you see he’s now seated flush to the headboard, back against the soft grey padding. He guides your hips so that you straddle him, sitting your still sopping wet cunt onto his cock. Pressed against his stomach, he can feel the warmth emanating from your opening, and groaned, wanting to be inside of you.

Pressing his forehead to yours, his eyes meet yours as he intertwines your fingers before resting your interlocked hands behind your back at the curve of your ass.

“I love you.” His voice is strong, sure and confident in the words he says as he bares more than just his body before you. “I wanted you so badly back then, I want you even more now.” He presses a kiss to your lips, causing you to grind down on him. 

He kisses down your neck, hands still holding you in position over him. “Want to be inside of you, baby.” He nips at your neck, making you gasp, and when you rock forward, he’s rocking his hips down. 

The head of his cock presses against your core, and you settle back onto it, walls stretching to accommodate his girth. The two of you move in tandem, lips once again reunited in a raunchy kiss that only serves to turn you on more, sending enough slick between your lower lips to allow him to slip further into you until he’s bottomed out, a snug fit as the tip of his cock kisses your cervix. 

Releasing your hands, his large palms hold your back to pull you closer to him as you swivel your hips, rocking so the shaft slips in and out of you in short bounces. You rock, arms wrapped lazily around his neck as you play with the wet locks of hair as you ride him at your leisure, just enjoying the feel of your bodies connected as one. Chest to chest, you can feel the speed of his heart beat; it matches your own. 

“Can I go faster?” you asked, not wanting to go at a pace he wasn’t comfortable with.

“You can use me however you want, baby,” he replied, eyebrow cocked smugly as he gripped your waist tighter, “but please tell me I can cum inside.”

Nodding as you sped up, you bounced with more friction, his pelvic bone rubbing against your clit as you chased your high, fucking yourself on his formiddable cock.

“That’s it, fuck, baby, right there—” Jungkook’s moans, musical as he egged you on, brought you to your peak for the second time that night. Your walls clenched around him, and as your body froze, he took advantage of the moment to shift your bodies so you were on your back with your head to the foot of the bed. Bracing his feet on edge where his mattress met the headboard, he began to piston his hips into you, chasing his own high.

“Fuck, Jungkook, I’m gonna—again—” You can barely get the words out when your third orgasm is crashing around you, legs shaking from where they’re wrapped tightly around his narrow hips. Your release makes it wetter, and your swollen walls ache to feel his cum fill you.

“Gonna fill you up so good, baby, fuck a—baby into you, fuck, I want to see you carry my—my kid,” Jungkook’s cock is drowning in your essence, and hearing him talk about kids with you causes you to tighten around him, and he’s cumming, long ropes of his hot cum filling you until it’s seeping out around him as he continues to thrust indiscriminately, velvet muscle milking him dry.

Laying skin to skin in his bed, you laugh as the alarm clock numbers alert you to the fact that you had missed the New Year by 38 minutes. 

“What’s so funny?” Jungkook asked, eyes alight as he takes in your smile. 

“We missed New Year’s.”

“We didn’t miss it, we were simply enjoying our New Year’s kiss for longer than most.” He quipped back, fingers tracing patterns along your back. Your own nails were lightly scratching shapes into his chest as you rested your head on his shoulder. You spent the next 20 minutes of the first hour of the new year listening to him explain what happened with the camera strap, though you had already forgiven the incident. 

He wasn’t sure how Somin had the camera strap, though he suspected she stole it from his bag at the cafe. Jungkook told you about the meeting, how it helped him see that you weren’t a rebound; he was in love with you and while it was obvious to him, a part of him wanted to be sure before confessing to you. He didn’t want you to think he was rushing into things to get over his ex. He also apologized for fighting Namjoon, saying he was worried that seeing him fight would change how you viewed him, change his chances of being with you, this time for real.

“I love you, Jungkook, in case you didn’t know.”

“I love you too, in case you didn’t know.” 

“Hmm, but, I think we need to talk about children though, I think it’s a little too soon, despite our parents' ideas.” You giggled, and his cheeks turned red in embarrassment.

“It was just sex talk, we’re still just practicing, okay?”

Stretching, you roll away from his body, and he follows your body heat subconsciously, his body not wanting you far from him after almost a week of radio silence. 

“Hey, get back here, you’re mine.”

“Oh am I?” you teased, staying just out of his reach.

He pouted, accent slipping out as he moved closer to your retreating body.

“Yes, you’re mine, no rules, no contracts; just mine.”

“ ‘m all yours, baby,” you mumbled as you rubbed your nose to his in an eskimo kiss as he gathered you up in his arms, “and you’re mine.”

UPDATE (5.18.21): 1st Prologue is Out Now!

BTW, ily ⟢ summary: Taking place in the To All the Men I’ve Fucked Before (TATMIFB) AU, this pre-story is the backstory to you and Namjoon’s friendship. A year after losing your virginity to Jungkook, you meet Namjoon, who becomes your best friend… and who you want so much more with. Before you and Jungkook get it together in To All the Men I’ve Loved Before, there was BTW, ily.

Thank you all so much for reading! I plan on doing an epilogue and some drabbles to get more insight into the pasts of these characters! I love them so much, I don’t think I am ready to let go. The masterlist will be updated as more are added! TATMIFB Masterlist

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[mysteryshoptls]

SR Ace Trappola Halloween Personal Story: Part 1

"You went too far"

Part 1 (Part 2)

[The Other Dimension – Sparkling Chamber]

Deuce: Oooh…! So this is the Halloween party venue that the ghosts prepared for us!

Grim: Look! There's heaps of food! They just keep coming～～!!

Ace: Cooool～ This is so great.

Ace: We had to deal with a bunch of headaches today, I feel like this is the least they could do.

Deuce: True, we did go through a lot. …Hm?

Malleus: Aah, you all. How is this Halloween party?

Ace: Ah, Malleus-senpai…

Grim: It's amazing, yanno!!

Deuce: Both the venue and the food are so luxurious, I'm absolutely shocked. This kind of dance party is completely new to me.

Malleus: I see. Enjoy to your hearts content.

Deuce: Yes, thank you very much!

Ace: Hey, you…

Deuce: Hm? What's wrong?

Ace: …Nevermind. I just wondered if there was something else he wanted to say to usー

Deuce: …?

1. Look, the mirror ball is so pretty.

Ace: I'm more drawn to that super huge pipe organ in the back of the room.

Ace: I didn't know pipe organs could play such an upbeat song like this. What is it, an electric piano…?

2. The mirror ball and the pipe organ kind of standout…

Ace: Aah, yeah. It's no wonder it's called the Sparkling Chamber.

Malleus: I tuned it for this party. It may be an antique, but it still sounds wonderful, don't you think?

Grim: Who cares about that, let's fill our bellies first～!

Deuce: Yeah, I'm pretty hungry from exerting all that energy earlier. I'm going to enjoy this food!

Ace: You guys sure can eat well after all that trouble we went through, huh.

Deuce: Everyone was safe in the end, so it's fine. Besides, they prepared it all for us, so it would be rude to not eat it.

Ace: There it is, that classic Honor Student move. It's not like they're ordering you to eat or anything, so isn't it fine to just go about as you please?

Ace: That's why I'm just gonna do what I want. I'll meet up with you guys later. Bye～

Deuce: What's up with Ace? After all the work that Draconia-senpai and the ghosts put in to hold this party…

Grim: Just leave him be, yanno. I'll eat enough for both him and me!

Ace: Man… Those guys are really too laid-back. And here I was scared to death when they were all abducted suddenly.

Ace: …Eh, it's whatever. I'll just enjoy everything all by myself.

Ace: Now that I think about it, I'm always hanging around those guys… I guess it's kinda rare to be on my own like this.

Lilia: Oh, Ace. How unusual, are you by yourself?

Ace: Urk!? H-hi.

Lilia: Kufufu, what is it? You look like you've been scared by a ghost.

Malleus: Oya, and you are… Just as I had thought that you had wandered off somewhere, we find you here.

Ace: Urg… Even Malleus-senpai too… Did you finish talking with the others?

Malleus: I already spoke at length with [Yuu] and Grim while we were waiting for the rest of you to arrive.

Ace: …Humph. Yeah, I bet.

Lilia: Hmm, you seem to be a little down. What's wrong, did something happen?

Malleus: Did it, Trappola?

Ace: Not really―? I'm the same as usual. I also think the party is super fancy too.

Lilia: Kufufu, doesn't look like it. In my eyes, you seem to look like a sulking child.

Lilia: Usually, I would expect you to be with those three making all sorts of loud commotions.

Malleus: This party is not only for the ghosts to enjoy themselves, but also the students.

Malleus: As the organizer, I cannot turn a blind eye to the fact that you are neither dancing with anyone nor partaking in any of the food or drinks.

Ace: That's not it～ it's just a timing issue.

Ace: Lilia-senpai, too, please don't tease me so much. I'm just not in the mood, is all.

Lilia: Haha. Ah, but it's clear to me now.

Lilia: Ace, you…

Lilia: Your usual friends… You were just sad that Deuce, [Yuu], and Grim weren't there with you, right?

Ace: H...HAAAH!?

Part 1 (Part 2)

Requested by @girl-in-the-tower.

[mandoalorian]

Look After You [Joel Miller x F!Reader] SMUT

Summary: Joel Miller goes out of his way every single day to take care of you and protect you. So, naturally, when he joins you during your first shower in weeks, you decide it’s your turn to look after him and show him just how much you appreciate him.

Warnings: 18+ Explicit, male receiving oral, handjob, body worship, shower seggs

Word count: 1,2k

Summary: I’m still in Tumblr jail guys! The only way people will be able to see this fic is if you reblog it. As always, reblogs mean so much to me but now more than ever, I really really would appreciate them. Without reblogs, my fics are going to get ZERO reach because my blog is flagged and my works won’t show up in the tags! And reach gives me motivation. I hope you all understand and enjoy this little ficlet. I’ve been playing TLOU and phew, Joel Miller has my heart.

gif by: @hunterschafer

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It was your first shower in weeks, and there was simply no feeling comparable to the steamy hot water splashing against your skin. Your response was immediate. You wanted to cry with happiness as it washed away the extensive amount of dirt that you’d accumulated over the past month or so. The pressure was amazing too. You turned around, letting the water hit right between your shoulder blades. It felt ethereal.

You were so lost in your own thoughts, you didn’t even realise Joel had stepped in the shower and was standing behind you, watching you shamelessly as you twirled around underneath the stream of water. His big hands steadied on your hips and he squeezed at the soft flesh. You gasped at first, shocked by his presence, but your body quickly curled into his chest as he extended his strong arms and wrapped them around your torso.

“Feels good?” Joel drawled out with a light chuckle, his Southern accent thick and delicious.

You moaned out something incoherent but judging from the smile on your face and the way your eyes were closed with delight, Joel assumed you were having the time of your life. He hadn’t seen you this relaxed... ever.

“You don’t mind that I’m here?” Joel asked, not wanting to overstep any boundaries. Sure, you two had been sleeping together, but he didn’t want to intrude on your first shower in weeks. If you wanted alone time, he wouldn’t be mad at you for that. You leaned your head into the crook of his neck and pulled him under the stream of water, illustrating that you were more than happy that he was here, with you.

Your hands palmed his body as you tried to wipe away the dirt. Your fingers gently brushed against the scars he had, crossing his chest and stomach. Joel swallowed thickly as you touched him.

“I have something,” he told you, reluctantly swatting your hands away and turning around to grab a bottle of 3-in-1 shampoo, conditioner and shower gel. He presented it to you with a charming grin. A smile that could break hearts.

You couldn’t help but gasp, taking the bottle from his hands and examining it closely.

“Joel!” you exclaimed. “Did you find this in the pharmacy raid?” Joel nodded proudly. “But how?”

“It was the last bottle and it was just laying on the floor. Looked like someone must’ve dropped it and not turned back to pick it up.”

You shook your head in disbelief and laughed ecstatically, popping open the cap and squirting the teal blue liquid into the palms of your hands. It smelled like fresh mint.

“May I?” you asked Joel, curling your fingers and gesturing to his torso. He nodded his head and you began to work the soap into a foam, rubbing it into his tensed up body.

His eyes snapped shut and your hands moved like magic. You pulled him so he stood under the stream of hot, steamy water, and worked the soap into his body for a good few minutes, not wanting to miss any inch of skin. The 3-in-1 soap probably retailed at around two dollars, but this felt like the first genuine luxury you’d had in years.

Joel opened his eyes briefly, watching you as you bathed him. Your lips were curled into the most adorable smile and you were humming a sweet melody. He recognised it as the song you nursed Ellie to when she struggled to sleep.

“You’re so beautiful.” Joel admitted with a huff, and he instantly felt his cheeks blush a warm rosy colour at the admission. You were shocked too, judging by the way your eyes widened and you looked down at your feet. Neither you nor Joel ever got romantic, per se. Meaningful words of affirmation were never really Joel’s forte.

You reached up and pressed your naked body into his. He brought his hands to the curve of your ass and held you as you maneuvered your own hands to his dark locks of hair. You ran the shampoo through your fingers and massaged it into his scalp, doing your best to ignore his erection that was now pressing into your thigh.

You kissed him softly along his collarbones and you dragged your tongue to the column of his neck, where the skin was soft and damp. You removed your hands from his hair and let the water rinse away the soap.

“Your turn.” Joel announced, his voice having dropped an octave or two.

Joel copied your movements, squirting the soap into his hands and rubbing it into your skin. He paid extra attention to your breasts though, palming at the soft flesh and rubbing his thumbs over your hardening nipples.

“So perfect.” he murmured, alongside other words of appraisal. You curled your body into him on instinct, loving the way he caressed you under the steaming hot water.

Joel loved your body. He loved to touch it and worship it.

You dropped your hand to his already hard cock and began to pump it, living for the way gasps and whimpers fell from his lips. He gently pushed you down to your knees and applied the shampoo to your hair, rubbing it in as you peppered kisses along his thick length.

You started by kitten-licking his slit, relishing the beads of precum that had gathered there and adoring the salty taste on your tongue. You spent some time massaging his balls before finally settling and wrapping your lips around his head.

He was big. Bigger than you’d ever taken before. You pushed your mouth onto him, as deep as you could, and began to suck. Joel tossed his head back and moaned lewdly, tugging on your wet hair as you sucked him off.

“F-fuck, f-feels so good,” he gasped out and you couldn’t help but smile around him. “Keep doing that and I won’t— I won’t last.” he warned.

Joel tried to concentrate on washing the rest of your hair but as you increased your speed, your hair became bunched up in his fists.

You pulled off him with a pop, your saliva trailing from the tip off his cock to your soft lips. You gasped for breath and battered your eyelashes, looking up at him with the most innocent doe eyes. The water was still splashing against you and the hot condensation in the room was working wonders.

“You work too hard Joel,” you told him, still pumping his cock with your hand. “Taking care of us all. Protecting us. Just relax and let me look after you.”

Joel opened his mouth to protest but before he could argue, you reattached your lips and continued blowing him.

It wasn’t long before you felt his manhood twitching in your mouth. A loud gasp and a buck of his hips had him cumming down your throat. When he finished, you slowly pulled away from him and rose to your feet.

You placed your hands on either side of his face and lovingly nudged your nose against his.

“You’re so good to me,” he sighed. “So good.”

“It’s what you deserve.” You promised him before gently pressing your lips against his. He held you tight as you kissed him and he cradled your body, not wanting to lose you like he’s lost everyone else he’s ever cared for.

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