#against the immediate scene of everyone else slow-dancing next door :’)

[gracekiins]

thought i'd use that earlier draw for a tomione reimagining of goblet of fire :)

re-watching goblet of fire for the umpteenth time and that scene of hermione sobbing on the stairs in the halls of hogwarts whilst her friends are contentedly slow-dancing the remainder of the yule ball away always gets me cuz it low-key makes me think of a sad cinderella subversion (she has her slippers but no prince to follow after her) and i wish someone was there to pick her up queue 5th-year slytherin prefect tom riddle

[hangovercurse]

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You work at the preschool next to Casie’s middle school. One day, you catch Colson’s eyes while working, and lucky for him you happen to know his daughter.

Request: “Hi!! Let me start out by saying that you are so so so talented!! I was wondering if you’d write something about colson falling for a preschool teacher? like he just sees her one day while he’s picking up casey from the middle school and he’s all soft seeing her interact with the kids and he makes up excuses to keep coming to see you!?”

Colson X Reader

Warnings: Cursing (maybe?)

A/N: I did that thing where I write too much… again.

Word Count: 2394

Colson tapped his fingers against the steering wheel, drumming softly to the beat of the music coming from his radio. He pulled into the school parking lot, the line already a million cars long it seemed. But he promised Casie he would pick her up whenever he wasn’t working so she didn’t have to take the bus. If that meant spending thirty minutes in a line of slow-moving cars, so be it.

As he was jamming, he glanced out the passenger window, finding a smaller building with a chain link fence outside, surrounding a child’s playground. The door happened to swing open while he was looking, and from there time seemed to move in slow motion.

Out of the door came a dozen or so toddlers, waddling their way outside, surrounding the most beautiful person he’d ever seen. The sun bounced off of your skin perfectly, making everything around you seem so much brighter.

Your skirt flowed with the slight breeze, making the scene more picturesque. He watched as you reached down, picking up one of the toddlers and holding him in your arms. The small boy seemed to be crying, over what Colson couldn’t tell.

You seemed to be speaking to the boy, bouncing him up and down in your arms to comfort him. Meanwhile, a little girl with pigtails made her way over to you. You spoke to her brightly, reaching the arm that wasn’t holding the boy to hold her hand.

Colson’s eyes followed you as you let her drag you over to the playground. You supported her as she climbed the small rock-climbing wall and reach the landing for the slide. You then smiled as she made her way down the slide, telling her good job when she made it to the bottom.

You then turned your attention back to the boy in your arms, making silly faces at him until he laughed.

All it took was those few moments for Colson to get hooked. If there was one thing he found attractive above all else, it was women who loved children. He refused to date anyone who wasn’t supportive of his relationship with Casie, so you were already ahead of everyone on his list. It also helped that you were breathtakingly beautiful.

Colson just got good vibes from you. From his brief observation of you, he could tell you were compassionate and kind, but also childlike and fun, much like himself.

The blonde man was pulled from his thoughts as the car in front of him started moving, signaling the line was moving.

 The next day, Colson had a plan. Instead of driving into the school parking lot, he pulled into the pre-school. He checked himself out in the mirror, praying he would see you working. He stepped out of the car, putting on his best confused dad face, and walked into the building.

And by some miracle, you happened to be speaking with the woman at the front desk.

You were even prettier up close, eyes meeting his and stopping him dead in his tracks. You smiled kindly, voice ringing out, “can I help you, sir.”

He returned your smile, “I was looking for the middle school but I have a feeling I ended up in the wrong place.”

You giggled slightly, “just a little. The middle school is just next door.” You pointed to your right. “Are you picking up a sibling?” You asked.

Truthfully, the man had caught your eye the moment he stepped into the door. It was rare you saw someone your own age, and he was exponentially more attractive than most men. What would it hurt if you got to know him a little bit?

“My daughter, actually.” He spoke, fiddling with the key in his hand. You tilted your head, his face seeming vaguely familiar.

You hesitated before speaking, “who’s your daughter? I substitute over there sometimes and you look vaguely familiar.”

He bit his lip, hoping he hadn’t blown his cover. “Casie Baker.” But surely, he’d have remembered you if he’d met you.

Your eyes widened at the name, “Casie? She’s my absolute favorite!” You grinned at the man, realizing immediately that their similar features made him feel familiar. “She’s awesome.”

Colson smiled, letting out a nervous chuckle, “thank you. Yeah, she’s great.”

“She tells me about you. Whenever I sub in her classes, she talks about how cool you are.”

Colson blushed lightly, rubbing his neck. “I’m Colson.” He reached out an arm to shake your hand, mentally kicking himself as soon as he did it.

You found it endearing, shaking his hand “Y/N.”

 A few days passed and Colson still couldn’t get over how soft your hands were, or how your touch sent electricity running through his body.

He felt ridiculous, leaving rehearsals and recording sessions to pick Casie up with the hope that he gets a glimpse of you.

After a few days of nothing, he almost loses that hope. Until he happens to arrive at the school a little bit early, windows rolled down to let the cool air in. He hears the sudden sound of children laughing, pulling his attention to the playground next door.

And there you are, in all your beautiful glory. Guiding the kids out, helping them into swings and onto the stairs.

Colson must’ve pleased some God because you looked over your shoulder and found him. Of all the cars in the line, you found his, eyes locking immediately. You smiled softly, reaching a hand over to him and waving. He waved back, trying to keep his cool. But really, he was freaking out.

He thought about saying something, or mouthing something, rather, as you were too far away to hear him, but he was stopped by the beautiful brown hair of his favorite girl in the world. Casie plopped herself down on the seat next to him, her backpack falling to the floor with a frown on her face.

She looked up to her dad, about to complain about her day when she saw his preoccupation. She followed his eyes, finding you in the playground. Immediately her mood was lifted, and she turned back to her dad with a grin on her face.

“Daaad?” She questioned, her voice lifting at the end of her question. The blond man looked down to her a soft smile in his face.

“Hey Case, how was school?”

“You think she’s pretty, right?” Casie ignored his question.

Colson scoffed, rolling his eyes, and shifting his car into gear. “She’s… pretty. I guess.” He mumbled, pressing lightly on the gas.

Casie continued smiling up at him, “that’s Ms. Y/N. She’s the coolest.”

“Put your seatbelt on.” He said, pulling out of the parking lot. “And I know, I met her the other day.”

Casie’s eyes lit up at the thought of her two favorite adults meeting. “Really? How? Did you like her?”

Colson chuckled at his daughter, “I went into the pre-school parking lot by accident and she showed me how to get here.” He blushed, knowing Casie would easily spot his lie.

And that she did, “I’ve been going here for almost two years, how did you accidentally go into the wrong parking lot? You pick me up all the time.”

Colson coughed nervously, “so, how was school?” He tried to change the subject.

Casie gasped, “did you go to the preschool just to see her? You like her!”

“I just met her Casie.”

“You like Ms. Y/N!” she sang, dancing in her seat.

“How was school, loser?” He asked, laughing at her.

She ignored him, again. “Does she know you’re my dad? Did she say anything about me?”

He rolled his eyes, chuckling to himself at her excitement. “Yes, she does, and yes, she did.”

“What did she say?” Casie practically yelled.

“She said you were the worst student she’s ever substituted for.” He smirked, flinching lightly as Casie slapped his arm.

“She did not say that!” The girl pouted, “Ms. Y/N is my favorite teacher in the whole world.”

He couldn’t help but smile at her affection for you. “She’s not even technically your teacher. But she did say that you were her favorite student.”

Her eyes twinkled, “really?”

Colson nodded, “she also told me that you talk about me in class.” He looked at the girl, raising an eyebrow, “any reason why?”

Casie sunk into her seat, a guilty expression on her face. “No.” Colson looked back to the road, but his eyebrow was still raised, “Okay, fine. I just think it’d be really cool if my favorite dad and my favorite teacher were… friends.”

Colson laughed, “I am your only dad, first of all, and second… don’t be weird.”

“But you said you liked her!” Casie pointed out, making the man’s ears turn red.

“I said she was pretty, that’s not the same thing.”

Casie sang again, “whatever you say.”

He rolled his eyes again, letting out a sigh and dropping the conversation, knowing he would lose. “Are you gonna tell me how school was or not?”

Casie sighed, hitting her back against the seat, “Mr. Clemmons was being mean today again. He said he’s not gonna curve our test even though only 2 people got an A on it.” She crossed her arms and huffed.

Colson pouted, bringing a hand to rub her shoulder, “what’d you get on it?”

She mumbled out, “a B.”

His eyes went wide, “dude, what? That’s awesome, that’s above average. You should be proud of that!” He always tried to encourage Casie, knowing the insane amount of pressure people put on their kids nowadays and not wanting her to feel that.

Casie shrugged, “yeah but my guidance counselor says if I want to get into a magnet program in high school, I have to get all A’s. And I have to get in a magnet program high school to get into a good college.”

His eyes went wide as he pulled into his driveway, “woah, woah, woah. You’re 11 years old! You don’t need to worry about that stuff and whoever is telling you that is wrong. Getting a B or even a C isn’t gonna stop you from getting into whatever program you want, I promise.”

Casie sighed, opening the door, and sliding out. “I don’t wanna talk about this anymore. Can we go back to talking about how you like Ms. Y/N?” She asked, her shoulders slumped.

Colson rolled his eyes, climbing out of the car and following her inside. “I don’t like Ms. Y/N.” He groaned.

“Whatever, but next time she substitutes my class, I’m texting you and you’re gonna bring me lunch and talk to her.” Casie said, going to her room and throwing her backpack onto her bed.

 A week and a half later, Colson was sitting in his car in the school parking lot, staring at himself through his rearview mirror. He looked at the bag of chick-fil-a in the passenger side seat and sighed. His phone buzzed, a text from Casie coming through.

Lunch is starting, where are you???

He chuckled and texted back.

Going to the office now, calm down

He grabbed the bags and drinks, opening his door and stepping out. He made his way through the office, getting his visitor’s badge, and moving towards the cafeteria. He opened the door, searching through the sea of children for his daughter, only to find your eyes instead.

You smiled brightly, head tilting as if to ask why he’s here. He returned the smile, holding up the bags to answer your question. Casie appeared next to you, waving her hand. Colson made his way through the pre-teens, trying not to crush any of them.

Casie and you giggled at his struggle, joking with each other. Eventually he reached you two, setting the food on the table that Casie had reserved just for you three. The girl took her place across from him, motioning you to sit down next to him. You laughed but followed her directions.

Colson took the food out of the bag, passing Casie her sandwich and fries and pulling his food out of the bag. He turned to you, a smile on his face. “Woah, they must’ve given me an extra sandwich.” He held it out for you to take.

You obliged, giggling lightly. “How strange.” You commented, your smile never leaving.

“Oh, right. Ms. Y/N, this is my dad, Colson. Dad, this is Ms. Y/N, the best substitute ever.” Casie said, pointing between the two.

Colson chuckled, “yes, Casie. We’ve met.” He looked over to you, hiding his laugh behind his sandwich.

“Yep. Someone got lost and found me at the preschool.” You said, your voice exaggerating. Shit, Colson thought, you were onto him. “Speaking of, Casie. I know you’ve been talking about needing volunteer hours. If you want you can come by after school some days and help me with the aftercare program? I can take you home afterwards if your dad can’t pick you up.”

Casie smiled brightly, nodding her head. “Yes! Yes, yes, yes!”

Colson watched the interaction, fondness in his eyes. If he wasn’t sure before, he was now. He was falling hard.

You turned to him, kindness in your eyes, “if it’s okay with your dad.” You said and he nodded.

“Yeah, if you don’t mind having her around. I’m cool with it.” He tried to hide the blush on his cheeks as you continued to look at him, taking in his features.

Casie squealed, “thank you!”

You simply smiled and shrugged, “it’s not a big deal. I get some extra help and I get to spend some more time with my favorite 11-year-old. Maybe her dad can even stop by and help sometime.”

You turned to the man next to you, who was sure he’d turned very red. He was never this nervous around women, but something about you made him incredibly self-conscious, like he had to impress you.

He mumbled out a quick “huh?” before registering your question. “Uh, yeah, sure. If you want me to come help. I’d be cool with that.” He turned to meet your eyes.

You giggled, holding the eye contact, “I do want you to. I’d like it a lot if you did.”

Casie looked between you two, suddenly regretting what she’d done, “are you two done? I’m trying to eat my sandwich.”

[soobasaur]

buzzfeed said i like-like you..

— a lee felix x au

(half felix pov half y/n pov)

lee felix x gender!neutral reader genre: best friends to lovers

a/n: this is mainly in felix’s pov since i thought it would fit better, the next felix au will be in y/n’s pov (⊃｡•́‿•̀｡)⊃ and if you have any requests just ask away and i’ll try my best <3

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felix was currently very calm!! c a l m!!

certainly not panicking, nope not him!

it started when he flopped onto his bed in defeat after giving up on his art history essay

he could only analyze medieval paintings for so long >:((

so he ended up clicking on his folder of bookmarks and scrolling for the buzzfeed quiz one

dont judge him it was very relaxing !!

he did a couple weird ones like ‘what type of bread are you?’ (he was a challah bread apparently?!) and ‘what is your horror movie death scene?’ (he was going to be murdered!!)

he started clicking on the recommended ones until he landed on the romance section

he usually ignored these since they were typically very boring but just for the sake of it he chose one titled ‘are you in love with your best friend?

he scoffed as he let the quiz load and his mind wandered off to you

you and felix had met in grade school due to the both of you being the new kids and immediately being stuck together since no other kids wanted anything to do with you

and every since then you had been glued to the hip

he loved you sure, but being in love with you? he didn’t think he was.. he wouldn’t be opposed to it though

‘do you think your best friend is beautiful?’

obviously!! felix thought, choosing said option, how could he not? u were the most ethereal person he had ever been blessed to see, other then himself of course

‘when you get into arguments, are you reluctant to apologize and end it quickly or wait for them to apologize first?’

felix had to think about this one

you both didn’t rlly fight, it was usually over stupid things like the both of you needing to take care of yourselves more and such

but felix found himself apologizing more since he knew you were too stubborn to make the first move even if you wanted to

and whenever he did apologize you always broke down and did the same

he chose ‘i apologize first to get it over with’

‘do you often cuddle and kiss your best friend?’

doesnt everyone? felix thought, hovering his cursor over ‘duh!’

he often gave you cheek kisses and pulled you into hugs whenever he saw you, even if you were always shy and flustered afterwards

he thought it was cute to see you like that

and you often fell asleep in his bed during movie nights and the both of you woke up tangled into one another

now that he thought about it he didn’t really kiss his other best friends, he shuddered at the thought

‘would you get jealous if someone else were to kiss your best friend?’

felix frowned at the mere thought of someone else kissing you

only he could give you cheek kisses goddamnit !!

he wouldn’t be mad if jisung got kisses from someone else though, he’d be happy his friend had found a partner

but if you found a partner...he didn’t know how to feel about that

it would fall between wanting you to be happy and he should be making you happy

he quickly filled out the question and moved on, that was too much for him

the rest of the questions were things like ‘do you know their favorite color?’ ‘do you have their birthday memorized?’ (yes to both!)

he clicked done and waited for his old laptop to boot up the results

oh...O H

WTF ?/$:&:@;

felix squinted at screen once more before pulling up a google tab

he went through multiple wikihow articles before just shutting down his laptop and taking his head into his hands

did he have a crush on you??? weren’t crushes supposed to give you butterflies and shit?

well...he did get butterflies whenever you complimented him,,,

oh shit he did have a crush on you

he dove headfirst into his pillow and kicked his legs before sitting up, coming to a conclusion

he couldn’t just hold this vital piece of information to himself!!

and that’s how felix found himself in front of your dorm building, freezing in nothing but basketball shorts and a hoodie he was pretty sure he stole from you

felix came barreling towards you, picking you up in a hug despite his tiny size

once he finally stopped spinning you and set you down was when you have him a confused look

“your welcome over whenever but why the sudden visit at 3am?” you ask, leading felix towards your dorm room

“fun news!! i realized i’m in love with you, thanks to a buzzfeed quiz!” he answered, doing jazz hands as you locked the dorm door behind you

“you’re...what now?” questioning if you heard right, ignoring your heart beat thumping loudly against your chest

“yeah like, i’m in love with you and realized it just now so i came here to tell you and-,”

/!&:@:@;@;@@, you were malfunctioning

how was?? felix so?? casual?? about this??

u had known you were in love with him since like /forever/ aND THIS MF JUST REALIZED A MINUTE AGO??

and you told him so, stalking towards him and reaching him in just two strides, shaking his shoulders

“what took you so long oh my god-,”

“wait does this mean you feel the same? cus if not it’s cool we can be homies ahah-,”

you did the cliche thing where you shut him up with a kiss

it made him go ∴◠‿◠∴

“we are not homies-,”

“we’re homies with benefits!”

*deep sigh*

from then on your relationship didn’t change that much

you were just best friends who know kissed one another and made out

bonus: headcanons

felix took on a new routine of coming over to your place at the ass crack of dawn

it drove you mad but you never slept anyways so you always opened the door

which was why felix came over in the first place!! to seduce you into a healthy sleeping schedule ;)

“y/n you would look so good tucked into your covers, all warm and cuddly as i hug you close-,”

“are you really trying to seduce me into sleeping right now??”

“...well is it working?” felix winked

“...maybe.”

(side note felix’s morning voice was to die for so if staying up late got felix to come over then that was another excuse for you to not sleep)

and since he was a dance major you always bought him bouquets and gifts after every single showcase

one time you got him a bunch of red roses and when you guys went back to his place he stuck one in his mouth and pulled you into a slow dance

it didn’t last very long though cus a thorn was left on the stem and caught his lip and you ended up having to help stop the bleeding

he still gave you a smile throughout it all though

“you look so creepy smiling with a mouthful of blood-,”

which made him smile even bigger

college with your best friend was fun but was even more fun with your boyfriend

the two of you often went on double dates with your friends jeongin and jisung, who recently got together, and had a blast going to parties

felix was a clingy drunk

if you thought he was clingy before just you wait

he would latch onto your arm like a koala and let you drag him around

and he would back hug you as you walked around

it was endearing though so you always let him get away with it

but if felix got too much to drink all hell broke loose

you still have flashbacks to that one time he started stripping on the pool table

you got a nice sight of his abs but so did everyone else !!

felix was willing to do anything with you and vice versa

if you even had the smallest inconvenience he was there to help

like that one time your coffee wouldn’t come out of the vending machine he karate kicked it until it did, and dragging you to run away when he spotted a hall monitor walking towards you

all in all he made you happy

it was perfect :’)

thank you for reading !!

[youryanderedaddy]

Hello, do you accept order? If yes, you could make a single one shot of Yandere! Brat Spoiled, please...

What would it be like if Yandere were the son of wealthy parents who always have everything they want, when they don't always get what they like, always act like a spoiled brat (and also his parents are afraid of their son, as they have already seen what he is capable of when he gets angry)... that's where the reader comes in. She is a new student at school, a nice and kind person, so the yandere knows her and falls in love so strongly that she never felt that way in life, but the reader is always rejecting her advances for being a spoiled brat and the way he treats the people around you.

What happens next?

Title: Eat the poor

Tw: non - consensual touching, obsessive/possessive behavior, violence, low-key bullying, blackmail / coercion, reader is in university

Part 2

It had started during your very first year of college, back when you still felt motivated to go to school and meet new people. You had heard the rumors about him before ever meeting his gaze and oh, did they disappoint.

You met Gabrielle for the first time when the snowdrops bloomed and the birds returned home – in the early autumn, at night, in a small crowded room reeking of alcohol, sweat and cheap cologne which you quickly realized wasn’t his. The man smelt like the cigarettes he never got bored of and sweet caramel. He was wearing a big leather jacket and a pair of dark jeans, yet the simplicity of the outfit seemed to suit the expensive brands displayed on the clothing. In a way the student represented the typical youthful boyish beauty with his golden locks, eyes the color of the sky and frame tall and well – built. Yet his face remained motionless the whole night and his body stayed still despite the mass of bodies dancing around in rhythm. But then some poor unfortunate fool managed to bump into the male, spilling his drink all over him, and his pretty face quickly twisted into a mask of disgust and anger.

“You stupid piece of shit!” The male yelled shortly after as his fist connected with the stuttering boy’s stomach. His clear eyes were now two wild thunderstorms pouring rain and lightning over the tipsy guy who was nervously apologizing and promising to pay for the damages done. “Do you know how much this costs?” Gabrielle spat with venom and pushed the other onto the floor, bringing his black sneakers to that white shirt until there was a mark of dirt formed on the otherwise clean fabric. Everyone else in the room had stopped drinking now and all the eyes were pinned onto the two men yet no one had the courage to do anything. Your own heart was beating hard in your chest at the sudden display of unnecessary violence but you had always been a calm kid, a kind soul too scared of its own shadow to learn how to fight properly. So you had no idea what to do.

“My father can have you expelled, you know.” The blond man suddenly spoke out in a quiet eerie voice as he pressed his foot harder into the shorter boy’s stomach causing him to whimper and squirm. “Unless you are willing to beg for my forgiveness, that is.” The bully proposed with a sly smirk on his pink lips as he glared at the victim underneath. The student on the ground was clenching his eyes tight so no one could see the tears in them when he shook his head no. You finally decided you couldn’t let this inhumane scene go any further.

“Stop this madness right now!” You shouted manically, drawing all the attention to yourself as you made your way between the two men. Gabrielle immediately pinned his burning gaze on you in unhidden intrigue. “This is too cruel. He didn’t mean to bump into you. Please, leave him alone.” As much as you had wanted to curse at the spoiled rich boy there was this suffocating feeling in your lungs telling you to be careful and play the mediator. The others quickly started gasping and some were already gossiping at your reaction proving your point that the guy was indeed dangerous.

Then he looked you straight in the eyes with his deep blue ones. He chuckled softly before smacking his lips in an unpleasant way, his “tsk” sending shivers down your spine. You had fucked up. “Well, well, well… Looks like the new girl wants to play hero. How cliché.” The bully grinned as he let his gaze roam up and down your body, your cheeks turning red in return when having realized he was handsome even while doing something so vulgar. “But if you do want to help him so badly…” The golden – haired man paused for a moment pretending to be deep in thought. “Maybe we could have a little deal, bunny.” He moved his leg away from the sobbing boy and stepped in front of you. From this close you could feel the warmth of his skin and the sweet aroma of burnt sugar it radiated. Gabrielle tilted your chin up almost gently and whispered in your ear “Kiss me.”

You tried to break free from the uncomfortable pose but the student simply squeezed your jaw line harder, his eyes cold and calculating, following your every move. You mind went blank and foggy at the forced intimacy and you couldn’t think straight with his breath on your neck. It felt like the time had slowed down just so the sadistic snob could mess with you a little longer. You opened your mouth to voice your protests but fortunately you didn’t have to say anything because at the very same time the host of the party appeared, ready to stop the fight.

“Gabrielle, I’d have to ask you to leave.” The dark – haired junior growled enraged as he pushed the taller male away from you. You couldn’t help but smile at him in appreciation. He was the only one brave enough to help you after all. “You are ruining the party for everyone. ” The stranger continued. The blonde seemed irritated at the sudden interruptance yet it was obvious he was powerless against the owner of the house. Still he grit his teeth and signed in annoyance as he turned to face the host. “Fuck you, Jackson!” The man cursed but eventually moved towards the door, red with anger. “My father will hear about this.” He looked at you as he reached for the golden doorknob, his features softened. “See you around, bunny.”

This was the first time you met Gabrielle. You already wished it was the last.

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After the incident the snob seemed interested in you, blatantly so. He would eye you up in the halls like you were a shiny new toy in a claw machine and try to strike a conversation no matter how much you ignored him. The man never once apologized for what happened at the party but at least he didn’t bring it up so you counted it as a small victory. You gradually understood just how much power and money the heir had. His father owned casinos, hotels, banks and apparently even the university you two were studying in received major monthly donations by the big businessman. This explained why everyone was so scared of the blonde, especially when he did nothing but flaunt his status at the slightest inconvenience. And now he wanted you.

In your eyes the boy was just an annoying brat who lived off daddy’s hard work, there really wasn’t much to him that intrigued you. The male was handsome, pretty even, but his grades were terrible and his interests were bland and shallow, mostly involving expensive brands and grand parties. But the worst thing about him was his personality. The snob treated his friends like servants and his enemies like dirt, but you he rather saw as a challenge. Gabrielle would ask you out every time you were unlucky enough to run into him. The first time the man gave you so many roses you couldn’t even count them, the second he demanded your affection with a silver necklace in hand ready to cover your neck in his mark of ownerships. You couldn’t recall all the other gifts the blonde used to try and court you with but you remembered refusing each and every one.

“Why can’t you just give me a chance?” He exclaimed one day after you had just returned the expensive bracelet you had found in your locker. It was a dark winter night and the heir seemed irritated with you for the first time, his eyes a deep electric blue just like the sky. The man had you cornered against the wall but you were used to his pathetic attempts at intimidation. Yet today there was something different in the air around him, some small voice at the back of your head wondered whether this time he wasn’t just joking around. “Are you still angry about that little wimp I expelled, bunny?” Gabrielle asked contemptuously yet his pupils remained cold and distant. Once again he was too close for your liking, too close for you to function properly, but that was probably exactly what he wanted. You to be compliant and obedient like all the others who crawled and kneeled at the very sight of him. “Or are you sulking because I beat up Jones after he asked you out, hmm?” What? The blonde man was the one who gave Tony the black eye? But he had told you it was just a street fight… Why had your friend covered for the bully you both hated?

“Why would you do that to him?” You whispered, staring at the twisted boy in front of you. Your heart was beating fast and your blood was boiling hot in your veins but you couldn’t let him win by showing him how much his actions affected you. Gabrielle reached out and cupped your cheek gently before smirking mischievously. “He was trying to take something that belonged to me.” The heir said casually as if he was talking about the weather. His fingers were cold against your warm skin and you fought the urge to vomit right then and there. “I am not yours.” You spat out with poison and pushed his hand away from your face. Next thing you know his knee was separating your thighs, lifting your short black skirt up, his breath lingering on your neck. “S-stop.” You stuttered and tried to squirm out of his hold but the man easily caught your wrists and brought them above your head, pinning you further into the wall. He was stronger than he looked and you felt so small and helpless in that moment you could have cried if your stubbornness hadn’t prevailed.

“What don’t you like about me?” The blonde suddenly spoke out, his voice unnaturally broken and needy, bordering on a whine, crying out in desperation. You weren’t sure whether he was trying to manipulate you now or if he actually wanted you to answer so you decided to be honest anyways. “I hate the way you treat other people. I could never love someone as cruel as you.” You inhaled deeply, ready to voice all the painful thoughts you had kept inside since the beginning of the semester. “You are spoilt rotten. Metaphorically and literally.” The man was breathing sharply like a wounded animal after hearing your words and as much as you wanted to sympathize with him, you couldn’t bring yourself to after everything he had done to you and your friends. He was irredeemable. “Let me go.” You finally demanded, hoping to use him weakened emotional state to your advantage.

Instead Gabrielle clenched his teeth and squeezed down harder on your already bruised wrists causing you to whimper in dull pain. His eyes were wet but the tears had finally stopped just like his willingness to show you his vulnerable side. The man had tried being nice and sweet to you, patient, then mean and patronizing, and neither worked. So obviously it was time to become the terrifying bratty monster everyone was so keen on believed he was.

“Have you noticed how many people seem to go missing after talking to you just once?” The heir whispered in your ear as his free hand traveled down to your waist, drawing you into his hard chest. You groaned at the sudden realization that the snob was actually right, less and less guys seemed to show up to your shared lectures in the last few months, but you had always assumed they just needed a break from school. University was stressful after all. “Did you…” You started off but couldn’t find the right words. Did you force your father to expel them? Did you harm them? Maybe a part of you didn’t want to know the answer. “I did.” Gabrielle responded before you could even finish the sentence. The sly smirk you knew way too well adorned his lips and it wasn’t hard to see he had already won. “And I will keep doing it until you agree to be mine and mine alone.” The man stated confidently as he sucked the sensitive skin of your neck until you arched your back in shock, your eyes rolling up to the ceiling. “N-nhgg.” You whimpered as you felt his teeth dig into your warm flesh leaving a scarlet mark for all to see. “Come on, baby, we both know you are too good to let them suffer because of your own selfishness.” He taunted you as he left a line of small wet kisses along your exposed collarbone. You wanted to argue, to yell at him how you weren’t the crazy, selfish one, but deep down you knew it was pointless. Gabrielle had power and you had nothing to bargain with. He could have anyone yet he wanted to torment you. “Give into me. I promise I can make you happy if you let me.” The blonde uttered softly as his lips brushed against yours, almost touching them, following your reaction with his clear eyes. Your own were puffy and red from the tears but he didn’t seem to care much about your misery and discomfort. The man wished to own, not to please, but you couldn’t do anything. And of course you wouldn’t let him ruin the lives of the innocent. Of course your stupid heart was too good and human for your own good. So you closed your eyes and slowly connected your lips with him even though they tasted almost metallic, like blood and defeat.

“I knew you would come around, bunny.”

[jayvoir]

jealousy — choi yeonjun

word count: 2k words

warnings: smut, dom!yeonjun, sub!reader, drinking, unprotected sex, jealous!yeonjun, fingering, degradation, slight exhibitionism, choking, dirty talk, hair pulling

summary: you had been thinking of your best friend in more than friendly ways recently. what happens when he gets jealous on a night out?

authors note: this is my first smut so please be nice lol, i’m trying here 😭 @hoe2z this is for you ;)

“y/n, go out with us, please!! you promised,” beomgyu begged with a pout. you shook your head playfully, debating in your mind whether you wanted to go or not.

“y/n come on! we’re literally begging here,” soobin said, a pout also present on his lips. they had been trying to get you to go out with them for a while, but you always put it off. clubbing wasn’t your scene, so you avoided it at all costs. but, that’s kind of hard when you’re friends with the choi line.

just as you were about to decline yet again, yeonjun walked in wearing a pair of black ripped jeans and a maroon button down shirt that fit his form nicely. the first few buttons were undone, exposing a small part of his chest. your breath caught in your throat at the sight of him, a rush of electricity flowing through you.

he smirked at the look on your face, knowing the effect he had on you. he knew he could use this to his advantage to get you to go. “y/n? please? come with us,” he said, voice laced with fake arrogance. you couldn’t say no to yeonjun so you sighed and agreed to go.

you trudged up to your room, digging through your closet, trying to find the right outfit. you knew what you were going for, and that was knock yeonjun off his feet. you settled for a cropped tight fitted long sleeve paired with a short leather skirt. you slipped on a pair of black heels, and lightly dusted your face with makeup. you were ready in no less than 30 minutes and you smirked at yourself as you looked in the mirror. suddenly, you were excited to go out.

you made your way down the stairs, meeting up with the boys at the bottom. soobin and beomgyu started cheering, telling you how hot they thought you looked. you smiled and thanked them, your eyes drifting to yeonjun. his eyes were dark, looking you up and down. it suddenly felt incredibly hot in the room as he stared you down. all you could do was smirk slightly, making yeonjun tense up.

“shall we go,” beomgyu suggested, not even noticing the tension in the room. everyone agreed, and piled into the car. yeonjun was in the drivers seat, you in the passengers seat beside him, beomgyu and soobin in the back. yeonjun started the car and started driving, one hand on the wheel, the other arm resting on the center console.

something about the way he was driving was really getting to you. you kept glancing at him, doing your very best not to make it obvious. however, the universe seemed to have different plans. he glanced at you and chuckled deeply, shaking his head. “what,” you asked, confusion laced into your voice.

he smirked once more, glancing back at the boys to see if they were listening. they weren’t, they were caught up in some game they were playing together. “you act like i can’t see you practically drooling over me,” he said, cockily. you tensed up in your seat, not knowing what to say. what do you say to that?

“oh um-”

“i’m not complaining. you look hot,” he complimented, the same shit eating grin on his lips. you playfully shook your head, not thinking he was being serious. you turned the radio up and just sat there the rest of the ride, not noticing the looks yeonjun kept throwing at you.

a short time later, he pulled up to the side of the street, parallel parking in front of a few clubs. you all piled out of the car, deciding which club to go into. they ultimately decided on the club with the shortest line, and dragged you over to the entrance, almost making you trip since you were wearing heels.

the line moved pretty fast, you guys getting up to the front in about ten minutes. you showed your id’s and headed inside, going straight to the bar. “i’m gonna go dance,” soobin yelled over the music after getting a drink. you all nodded, beomgyu following him, you taking a seat at the bar. yeonjun took a seat next to you, also getting a drink.

a few drinks later, beomgyu hurried up to you, basically ripping you out of your seat at the bar. “come dance with us,” he exclaimed as he dragged you out to the dance floor, yeonjun following close behind. you were surrounded by sweaty bodies, some of them making out or groping each other, everyone else just dancing and having a good time. you started dancing with beomgyu, and when the song switched to a more sensual song, it was more like grinding on him.

beomgyu didn’t mind, the both of you knew it didn’t meant anything. however, yeonjun seemed to think different. he stood to the side, staring you down as you danced on beomgyu, him clenching his hands into a fist. a moment later, he decided he couldn’t watch anymore. he stormed over to the both of you, grabbing your wrist and dragging you to a bathroom in the back. “yeonjun, what the hell are you doing,” you yelled, trying to pry his hand off of your wrist.

he pulled you into the bathroom, slamming the door closed, locking it. he turned to look at you, his eyes dark. he stalked over to you, making you back up, eventually hitting your back against the wall. you gulped and looked up at him, feeling small underneath his gaze. “what the fuck was that all about?”

you racked your brain trying to come up with what he was talking about. and then you remembered what you were doing when he walked up. “the dancing on beomgyu? what about it,” you asked, confused beyond belief. “oh my god. you’re jealous aren’t you?”

he pushed you up against the wall further, leaning down to your ear. “so what if i was? what if i wanted you all to myself,” he said, his voice husky, sending shivers down your spine. he smirked when you didn’t respond, knowing he had you right where he wanted you.

“i guess i’m just gonna have to prove to them that you’re mine.” you were slightly confused as to why yeonjun was randomly acting like this, but you definitely were not complaining. you were willing to fully give yourself to him, whatever that meant.

he leaned in and roughly pressed his lips to yours, kissing you feverishly. his hands were on your waist in no time, pulling you closer to him. he began to kiss from the corner of your mouth, down to your neck, beginning to leave a few hickeys. he smirked to himself once he heard you whimper, his hands making his way up your shirt. he trailed his kisses down to your collarbone, leaving a few more love bites along the way.

you whimpered once more, making him pull away and look at you, a look in his eyes you couldn’t quite place. “what are you whimpering for,” he asked tauntingly. he chuckled deeply, when you didn’t respond, making you slightly nervous for what was going to happen next.

“if you don’t tell me what you want, i can’t help you, babygirl,” he teased. his words sent a wave of arousal straight to your core, making you look up at him, a needy look in your eyes. “so tell me princess. what can i do for you?”

you shyly reached for his hand, and placed it over your core, his hand ghosting over the fabric that covered it, making you whimper once more. he stuck his bottom lip out, finding your neediness incredibly attractive. “aw look at you being all shy now. does princess want me to touch her?”

you nodded quickly, still holding his hand where it you placed it. “y-yes please...” you said quietly. he smirked as he pulled your skirt down, pulling your panties down achingly slow. “yeonjun, p-please,” you whined, gripping onto his shirt.

“patience, baby. you’ll get what you want i promise,” he whispered, running his hands up and down your sides. he brought one hand up to your mouth, you immediately opening as he put his index finger in your mouth. once it was wet, he took his finger out, smirked and brought his hand back to your core. he ran the one finger through your folds, making you moan quietly.

“you’re so wet baby, and i haven’t even done anything yet,” he mocked. he began rubbing slow circles on your clit, making you grip onto his shirt tighter, wanting more. after doing this, he slowly inserted two fingers into your sex, making you gasp and grip onto his shoulder.

“feel good princess?” all you could muster up was a nod as he began thrusting his fingers in and out of your heat, making you moan louder. he kept going as he started kissing your neck again, only adding to the stimulation. before you knew it, you felt the familiar knot form in your stomach and you began to shake.

“j-jun i’m close,” you spoke, your voice shaking. as the words rolled off of your tongue, he pulled his fingers out and pulled away from your neck, making you whine loudly.

“no whining,” he demanded, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans. he was left in his boxers, a prominent bulge poking out. you took a deep breath at the size, looking back up at him. he came back up to you, wrapped his arms around your thighs, picked you up and set you on the sink.

he hastily kicked his boxers off, spreading your legs with his knees. he ran his length up and down your folds, simply teasing you to get you riled up. “how bad do you want it, babygirl?”

you reached up and gripped onto his shoulder, desperately wanting to be relieved of the ache between your legs. “please yeonjun, i-i need you,” you begged. he leaned back down to your neck, pressing kisses to the fresh hickeys as he pushed into you easily, due to how wet you had become. the stretch felt magnificent, the perfect mix of pleasure and pain.

he began rolling his hips into yours, the pain disappearing, being replaced by a sense of bliss. he reached up and wrapped his hand in the base of your hair, pulling your head back, making you moan loudly. “look at you. such a dirty little slut, taking my cock like that. you like that don’t you,” he said, his thrusts becoming quicker.

“you’re taking me so well princess, doing so good for me,” he spoke, words becoming slurred. he gradually became rougher with his movements, tugging on your hair again, making you let out a loud moan.

“that’s a good girl, let everyone hear how good you’re being for me.” you began to feel the knot form in the pit of your stomach once again, making you begin to shake. you gripped onto his shoulder, digging your nails into the skin, sure to leave marks. he took his hand out of your hair and moved it to your neck, wrapping his hand around your throat, squeezing the sides slightly. not enough to hurt you, but enough to have you seeing stars.

“i-i’m so close-” he cut you off, pressing his lips to yours, his movements never stopping. the kiss was full of need, you wrapping your hand in his hair, tugging as the pleasure became more intense.

“you gonna cum? come on princess, cum for me, let everyone know who you belong to,” he said, his thrusts becoming sloppier, signaling he was getting close as well. before you knew it you were cumming, yeonjun beginning to rub at your clit only making the pleasure more intense, a loud, animal like moan coming out of your mouth.

yeonjun pulled out, stroking himself a few times, before cumming on your thigh, letting out a breath he was holding. you both had to catch your breath for a moment, looking at each other and smiling. he helped you get dressed, tugging his pants back on, buttoning his shirt back up. you turned around to look in the mirror, wanting to fix your hair, but froze at the sight. your neck was covered in love bites, some darker than others.

yeonjun noticed as well, and all he did was chuckle. “now they’ll know who you belong to.”

[chrizbang]

Chan was standing at the door, waiting for Hyunjin. The party was planned to start a 2pm, but Hyunjin was there one hour earlier. He was always punctual. "How are you doing?" Chan asked. "I'm fine. A little tired, college is getting hard lately." "We've all been there." Hyunjin followed Chan, the older one was already drinking beer in the kitchen. "Do you want something to drink, Hyunjin?" "I think I'll just have a soda." Chan grabbed a can of lemon soda and threw it towards Hyunjin. "So..." Hyunjin started. "Do you know who's coming?" Chan made an expression that showed that he was trying to remember the name of everyone. "To be honest, I'm not really sure," he took a sip of his beer. "I know Minho is not coming, he's going on a date with his girlfriend. I know for sure that Seungmin and Felix are coming. Changbin and Jisung too. Jeongin didn't confirm." Chan got closer to the younger one. He looked apprehensive like he was waiting for Chan to say something about someone else. "But you are not interested in them, aren't you?" Chan raised his eyebrow, he knew his friend too well. Hyunjin grinned. "Is Y/N coming?" Chan leaned on the balcony, looking into Hyunjin's eyes. "She is. I think it's about time that you talk to her dude. You've had a crush on her for one year already." Hyunjin sighed, wishing that it was that simple. "You know what? I'm gonna look for a room," Hyunjin said, leaving the kitchen to go upstairs. The plan was to spend the weekend at Chan's beach house. He invited some friends that were also Hyunjin's friends and some other friends that were only Chan's friends. It was up to them to bring more people, preferably girls. Hyunjin didn't have many friends besides Chan, Seungmin and Felix, so he didn't bring anyone. Hyunjin put his bag on the bed of the second room on the corridor, in a way to show that he was already there when people start to arrive. Deep down he wished that he could share the room with you. The idea of sharing the same bed with you, seeing you sleeping by his side, made his heart flutter. Chan was right, it has been way too long since he started to have a crush on you. The truth is, Hyunjin didn't think that you would have any interest in him in the first place. You were outgoing, you always had guys going after you. You were out of his league for him. Somebody called Hyunjin, scaring him. "Felix?" "What's up, dude?" Felix ran to hug him. "Are you staying in this room?" "Yep." "I'm gonna stay here then." Hyunjin and Felix chatted for some minutes. They didn't see each other for a while, Felix was also busy with college. When they went downstairs, more people had arrived. That's when Hyunjin saw you in the kitchen, chatting with Chan. The butterflies on his stomach started to dance. You looked gorgeous as always, wearing the top of your bikini with jeans shorts. Your hair was up on a ponytail, so Hyunjin was able to see your delicate neck. You had no idea how much he wanted to leave marks on your neck, to show to everyone who you belonged to. He didn't realize he was staring until you looked at him, smiling and waving. His cheeks got red, he waved back but left as soon as he could. He went to the backyard, where some friends, or friends of the friends, were gathering. The party was going well, everybody was drinking and having fun. Some people were inside the pool, enjoying the sun. At first, Hyunjin didn't want to go inside of it. But he changed his mind when he saw you entering the pool. Your bikini was small, showing your curves.

He couldn't take his eyes off you. You were gorgeous, smiling and playing with your friends. Your nipples were hard and the bikini sticking to your skin only made things harder for Hyunjin. He was doing the best he could so he wouldn't get a boner in front of everyone. You were talking to your friend when you tried to reach for something, putting half of your body on the edge of the pool, making your ass go up. The scene was mouth-watering for Hyunjin, he was checking you out like he could fuck you with his eyes. "Y/N, come here," a girl said, standing around the table next to the pool. You got up and went to talk to her, getting a towel on the way to dry your skin. "Truth or dare?" the girl asked. "Dare," you said. "I dare you to..." the girl got closer to you and whispered something in your ear. You raised your eyebrow, looking interested in what she was saying. You laughed, trying to make a decision. "Okay," you finally said. You turned around and went in the direction of the sun loungers. Some people were sitting there like Chan, Changbin and, Jisung. You were walking slowly as if you were trying to be mysterious. All eyes were on you when you sat on Changbin's lap, you held his chin with your hand and kissed him. Changbin quickly kissed you back, a messy kiss with tongue and saliva everywhere. Everybody was cheering and screaming. Changbin grabbed your ass and you started to grind on him a little, just to give everyone a show. Hyunjin felt his breath catch in his throat. He felt jealous, seeing a man touching you like that, he wanted to punch Changbin for touching what was his, even though he knew it wasn't true. At the same time, he felt aroused. His dick was getting hard by seeing you grinding on Changbin like that. He decided to get out of the pool, everything was being too overwhelming for him. He grabbed the first towel he saw around the pool, tying it around his waist to hide his boner. He went inside the house, wasting no time to go upstairs. He wasn't paying attention when he entered the first room on the corridor. He was too distracted with the anger mixed with the arousal to pay attention to anything. That's when he noticed some clothes on the bed, that wasn't his clothes. There were shorts, a pink backpack and some underwear. Hyunjin immediately recognized your small jeans shorts. He grabbed your underwear, black lace panties, that he could see that was used, probably before you went to the pool. Hyunjin felt ashamed of the idea he had, but he was too horny to care. He smelled your panties, feeling intoxicated with your smell. He sat on the bed, his back against the headboard. He dropped the towel on the floor before opening the zipper of his shorts, just to free his dick. He was fully hard by now. He pumped his dick for a while, groaning when he felt skin against skin. He was dripping precum so he used it to help lubricate his hands. He was doing it for a while before he started to rub your panties on his dick. Hyunjin felt like a depraved person, what he was doing was so wrong, but you drove him crazy. He was moaning softly, trying not to make too much noise. He threw his head back, closing his eyes, imagining that it was your mouth instead of his hand. He didn't see when someone opened the door. "Hyunjin?" "Oh, fuck," he said, startled. He couldn't look at you, feeling completely ashamed. He put his hands on his dick, trying to hide his private parts. "What are you doing?" you asked. "I-I'm sorry, Y/N, I-" he didn't know what to say, what could he say to explain himself? "Shut up," you said, closing the door. "You are such a naughty dirty boy, aren't you?" "Y-Y/N," Hyunjin whispered, not understanding what was happening. Was he dreaming? "Jerking off with my panties? Disgusting," you went in the direction of the bed. You pushed all the stuff that was on the bed on the floor. "Lay down," you said. Hyunjin was looking at you with wide eyes, his cheeks as red as a tomato. It took him a while to do what you demanded, but he did. He laid on the bed, his back against the mattress. You sat on his lap, you clothed pussy against his exposed dick. "I've never expected something like that from you, Hyunjin. You look so innocent," you said, grinding a little. Hyunjin whined, still holding your panties in his hand. "Do you wanna fuck me?" Hyunjin nodded, his boner being enough for an answer. "Do you think about me often when you touch yourself?" He nodded again. "Use your words," you demanded. "Yes, yes, I always think of you, ah," he moaned while you were grinding on his hard cock. You kissed his lips, a soft kiss in contrast to the atmosphere in the room. You pushed the panties of your bikini to the side, grabbed his dick and, sliding on it until he was fully inside of you. "Ah, fuck," you whined, feeling Hyunjin filling you up. "Fuck, you're so big, Hyunjinnie." Hyunjin whined when he heard you calling him like that. His cock was sliding in and out of your pussy, the wetness dripping from your hole. He grabbed your boobs, loving to see them bouncing up and down. "You are not going to last long, aren't you?" you asked him. Hyunjin simply moaned, closing his eyes while he could feel his cock deep inside of your pussy. An incessant fire was growing in his stomach. You kissed him again, biting his lower lip and sucking his tongue. "Play with my clit," you said. Hyunjin used his thumb to draw eights on the sensitive skin of your clit, helping you to cum. "Fuck, don't stop, baby," you whined. You moaned loud when you reached your high, grinding on his dick. "Y-Y/N, I'm gonn-" was all he said before you got off his lap and started to suck his dick. Hyunjin moaned when he released his load on your mouth. You milked him dry, swallowing every drop. "You're so cute," you said while your lips played with his cock. You got up and took a good look at Hyunjin. His long dark hair was a mess, strand hairs glued on his forehead because of his sweat. He looked at you and you had to admit that he made you feel your heart skip a beat. You kissed him, this time a slow, sensual kiss. "I'm gonna give you my number so we can do it again," you said, before leaving the room. Hyunjin just stayed there, laying on the bed. Best party ever.

Author’s note: Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it and feedback is always welcome! Also, I’m opening requests, so if you want something, send me a message  💖

[wallgirl]

The Little Nereid Part 21

Record of Ragnarok fanfiction

Poseidon x OC

Word count: 2,400

Dynamene, youngest of the 50 Nereids, has lived most of her adolescence as a servant alongside her sisters at Poseidon’s palace. But with her coming-of-age birthday and other developments, what she initially thought was just admiration of her master blossoms into something stronger and more passionate… and painful. Loving someone like Poseidon is not easy period, let alone as your first love. But Dynamene is young and naïve, and all she wants is a chance to be at the sea god’s side.

Categories and warnings: Romance, angst, unrequited love, coming-of-age, earn-your-happy-ending, slow-burn (ish); no sexual content. Graphic violence parts 15 and 16.

Updated regularly; will have 25 parts total

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Dynamene unfastened her braids and slowly ran her fingers through the wavy tresses. The hair was still damp from her bath a few hours before. She pinched a lock absent-mindedly, feeling the moisture against her fingertips.

A single candle lit her reflection in the mirror of her vanity. The rest of her bedroom was covered in flickering shadows as the candle's flame danced against the breeze coming through the window. Dawn would be coming soon, but for now, the heavy stillness of the black night crept up along her back, giving her goosebumps.

She was surrounded by silence. Surely just about everyone else in the palace was asleep by now; tossing and turning restlessly in their beds as they dreamt of whatever new conflict the morning would bring. She pictured her parents curled up together in each other's embrace, providing each other respite from the night's drama. Precious memories of climbing onto their bed at home and nestling between them after a nightmare made her throat grow tight. Those memories are why I'm going to do this.

Dynamene rose from her stool and went to her boudoir. For the last time, she retrieved the blessed pomegranate from its drawer. Her trump card cast its golden light upon her hands. Thank you after all, Hera. She grinned wryly, but the feeling was fleeting. Fate could be put off no longer; Poseidon was surely waiting for her.

Her bare feet padded silently across the cold floor out into the hall, leaving the candle's meager light behind. But the darkness ahead made way for the steadfast glow of the pomegranate and the moonbeams that came in from the landscape windows. She felt numb, as if she were watching the scene from another time and place. She refused to let herself think about the immediate future too much; she was moving on autopilot, fueled by her determination to do what was right.

She passed the doors to her sisters' bedrooms. Most of the gaps below the door were dark, indicating that the girl inside was asleep. But the rooms of some of the elder sisters were lit, judging by the light that spilled from under their doors. She paused before the door to Ianeira's room and heard familiar voices speaking in urgent tones.

"...would have expected it," Actaea muttered. "Maybe we under-estimated him."

"He doesn't view Dynamene as an equal. She's his plaything," Ianeira hissed. "And I'm sure she's well aware of it now, too. If and when he gets bored of her, what will her fate be?"

"She's safe for now, so that's not the pressing matter at hand," Eione's voice cut in. "Mother and Father are on the warpath; that's what we should be concerned about. We need to go to them together; knock some sense into their lovely heads."

"Mother's past listening to reason," Thoe grumbled. "You weren't there to see it, Actaea. She went mad when she heard what Poseidon did. The ocean around the palace was starting to boil. Father had to talk her down. She was ready to kill Poseidon then and there."

"But what other option do we have?" Actaea fretted. "If they don't show some restraint next time, Poseidon will kill them without a second thought, regardless of Dynamene's feelings. And when we try to stop him, we'll die too."

There was silence as the sisters contemplated. Dynamene pressed her hand against the wooden door in quiet solidarity before continuing on. I'm sorry I've brought this burden to you all. But things will be fixed tonight.

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The staircase up to Poseidon's suite had never seemed as tall and daunting as it did this night. She swallowed hard, mentally counting each step. She couldn't turn around now. There was far too much at stake. Dynamene couldn't let fear stop her from taking the actions needed to ensure the safety of her family and her own freedom. Fear... Was it fear? No, perhaps not. She did not fear Poseidon. Already he had grievously wounded her, body and soul; there was nothing more he could do to her. And she knew he would not raise his hand against her.

No, she was afraid of whatever unknown future laid in wait beyond the next few minutes. Once she broke her bond with Poseidon, and the red string of fate was cut... What would be waiting on the other end? What kind of life was there after love? Surely the end of love was its own death in itself. She wasn't ready to let him go. She wasn't ready to picture a future away from him and his influence. It was all she had known for so long.

"Is it okay to feel this way?" She asked her despairing reflection on the pomegranate's surface. There was no answer, only heavy silence, as she was left to search for her own answer.

Yes, she decided. It is okay. As long as I continue on, it'll be okay.

She was at the top of the staircase now, facing those massive doors.

It's going to be okay.

The doors opened with a groan, and she stepped inside.

The sitting room was lit by the moonlight coming in from the balcony entrance. It cast a soft white sheen upon the smooth floor, giving the impression that the marble itself was glowing. The intricate carvings on the dark fireplace seemed to watch her with knowing eyes, as if they knew the secrets she kept. And on its rack, as always, was the trident. Its shape was much more intimidating in the dark, the shadows making it seem even larger than it already was. Dynamene stepped slowly towards the dark doorway that led to Poseidon's bedroom, her heart beating fast.

"You've kept me waiting," Poseidon said, emerging from the darkness. He was clad only in a pair of white trousers that were loose around his calves, not unlike the dark blue pair he wore with his everyday ensemble. The pale moonlight bleached his hair and skin to an ethereal white to match the garment, but his hooded eyes retained their blue. She could see each powerful muscle and taut tendon that ran along his sculpted body. It was as if he was a heavenly vision sent specifically to tempt her into folding, unimaginably strong and virile.

"I apologize, my lord," Dynamene attempted in vain to catch her breath. "I was just... getting ready."

"Then keep me waiting no longer." He turned back towards the bedroom... then halted. He turned his head to one side, as if catching notice of something. Dynamene didn't wait for him to mention it out loud; she knew what he had sensed. Don't think; just move.

She boldly drew out the pomegranate from behind her back. "Is this what you've noticed?"

Poseidon moved back to face her. He stared at the golden pomegranate with a look of distasteful recognition in his eyes.

Dynamene took a moment to steady her voice. "It's a blessing... I'm sure you can tell." She swallowed. "Hera gifted it to me when she last came to visit. I believe she meant for its true power to be kept secret from you..."

Poseidon's eyes flickered from the fruit up to her face. His expression was once again unreadable, but she knew he was trying to decipher her actions. He had no idea where she was going with this.

"But I can tell you already knew of its existence. That's why it's been cracked, right?" She turned the side with the blemish towards him. "I'm sure you would've destroyed it if you'd known that Hera was using it to meddle with our relationship... Or maybe you wouldn't have."

She moved to set the shimmering fruit down on the table carefully before stepping away towards the wall. "I met with Aphrodite on Olympus during the time I'd run away. She told me why Hera gave me this. She wanted us to be wed and produce heirs. She wanted you to have a family that she could use as leverage over you. And this blessing was meant to make me docile and happy after our union... So that I would never leave you, and be a dutiful wife."

Dynamene stared at the fruit, momentarily lost in the memory of her conversation with the goddess. "But I've decided I don't want that." The adrenaline began to flow in her veins.

Poseidon's back stiffened, and the temperature in the room immediately dropped.

In an instant, Dynamene grabbed the trident off of its rack. Its shaft immediately glowed an alien blue, as if it knew someone besides its master had taken hold of it. It began to burn her hands with its sheer power, and steam rose off her skin. But Dynamene refused to allow the pain to stop her when she'd already come so far. She didn't flinch once.

"And what do you plan to do with that?" Poseidon asked, his voice piercingly cold. She could see the anger about to boil over in the tightness of his face.

"You have done wrong, Poseidon," Dynamene told him firmly. She felt her anger at each one of his past actions rise to the surface. "You have wounded me and manipulated me. You made an attempt on my parents' lives." The light emitting from the trident grew stronger with each passing moment until it was blinding. Was it attempting to force her to release it, or responding to her anger?

"I was too naïve to admit it to myself before... I knew all too well the violence you'd dealt others, and the callous way you treat everyone around you. I thought I could be special; that maybe your heart would truly open for me. But now I've come to realize that you only care about me as an object, as someone who worships you the way you feel you deserve." Tears streamed without end down her face, but she refused to hold them back now.

He said nothing, even as the strong energy pulsing from the trident created a wind that blew his hair against his face. He held her gaze without faltering, but she saw the way his hands had curled into fists.

"You think I'm weak," she cried out, her chest heaving. "And I was. I am. But I can't be with someone so cold, so merciless, no matter how much I love you. And I won't  let anyone; not Hera, not Aphrodite, not the sea witch, not you; decide my fate." She blinked back against both the blinding light and her own hot tears, her brow furrowing in determination. "You said you love me, but you don't. You can't." Her voice broke.

And with that, she gored the prongs of the mighty trident into the pomegranate.

There was a deafening clap of something like thunder, and the fruit split into multiple pieces. In its core was a hot golden light; pure energy concocted from Hera's powers. For a moment, Dynamene could see the utter shock in Poseidon's face.

Then the ball of golden energy exploded, and a powerful gust of wind emitted from it as the energy was dispersed outwards. Dynamene was swept off her feet and fell onto her back, the trident clattering across the floor towards Poseidon's feet.

There was silence in the aftermath of the burst. Shaking, she slowly rose back up onto her knees. Her ears rung from the explosion, and her legs were too weak to support her weight, but there was a strange feeling in her chest. Something had lightened; some sort of heaviness had disappeared. She looked up to where Poseidon still stood, unmoving.

He did not look at her, much less meet her gaze. Instead he stared at the tiny pieces of gilded fruit that lay before him on the ground. He rose one tight fist and opened it up, revealing more fragments of the destroyed pomegranate. Dynamene held her breath for a moment, wondering what he would do.

"So this is the decision you've made," he said quietly. He still refused to look at her; an onlooker might've thought he was speaking instead to the rubble in his hand. He closed his fist once more, and after giving a squeeze, opened it to release the golden dust the pieces had become into the air. Tiny golden flecks fluttered to the ground, barely a memory of the magnificent fruit they'd once made up.

The silence dragged on for several more moments, even as Dynamene finally drew up enough strength to get back to her feet. She looked at her burning palms after a moment of hesitation. They were badly burned by the trident; only her Nereid body had kept her from losing her hands completely to its energy. Lifewater slowly dripped from the fresh wounds; another new price to pay in blood.

"You will return home with your parents in the morning," Poseidon continued. Dynamene forced herself to look at him, only for her gaze to be completely dismissed. His dull eyes were focused somewhere else on the horizon. "You have no more business here as my charge. I release you from my custody."

His hollow words seemed to echo throughout the room and into Dynamene's core. The words she never thought he'd say... The strangest bittersweet relief sunk into her. Relief that her plan had worked; bittersweet in the way her heart still ached at the news of his releasing her away forever. Her lower lip trembled as she realized her prediction of his reaction had come true. She had reduced herself in his eyes; she was no longer worthy of his notice. She swiped away a new set of tears. It's really over now.

"I release you," he repeated. "Now leave."

Dynamene looked at him, her cold beloved, lost for a moment. Then she made up her mind. She compelled her bruised back to straighten, forcing herself into the well-practiced formal posture befitting of a servant to an Olympian. She stepped closer to him and dropped into a curtsy, maintaining an air of respect despite the dust on her chiton and the pain in her heart. "Thank you, my lord," she said clearly. And despite her actions, she realized that she truly meant it. Thank you for teaching me of love, both its joy and pain; for leading me to discover myself... for releasing me, as it's for the best for both of us.

She thought she might've felt that familiar gaze on her one last time, but when she lifted her head, he was already walking away.

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Author’s notes: So this is the chapter I've been waiting to write for months. I don't really have much else to say.

We have two chapters left, then an epilogue.

Thank you.

[dizzydancingdreamer]

The Daughter of Aphrodite | Leo Valdez

Hello Lovelies! So I was inspired by my classics class and figured hey, what better than to write about Leo Valdez to make the cravings go away? This is my first Leo fic and I decided to take up a third person perspective because it felt right. It’s really fluffy and I hope you all enjoy! Until next time, all my love!

Description: Leo and y/n have been pining after each other for too long. Her friends help her come up with a plan to get close to him, now she has to cross her fingers that her mother, Aphrodite, doesn’t step in.

Pairing: Leo Valdez x Female!Reader

Warnings: Absolutely none

Word Count: 2.7k

Tags: FLUFF

(Pics not mine but mood board is :) )

Her hands were covered in dirt, a trait most uncommon to a daughter of Aphrodite. Somehow, though, she wore it like a pair of silk evening gloves. Her hair was messy, thrown in a bun atop her head, but every strand that fell around her face seemed as though placed by the gods themselves. Even in chaos she was perfect.

Leo leaned precariously against a two by four, watching the daughters of Aphrodite and Demeter replant the gardens around camp. Well, more like the daughters of Demeter and one daughter of Aphrodite. The rest of the Aphrodite sisters were lounging in the sun, avoiding the mud. He couldn’t help but smile when one of her friends gingerly rubbed some dirt off her face. He could almost hear the girl scold her. Always getting your hands dirty, hun.

“Just talk to her already man.” 

“I have, multiple times. At least a couple times a day.” 

Jason ran a frustrated hand through his hair, watching as his friend watched the girl he loved from a distance. Everyone at the camp knew how Leo felt, everyone except her. She was every bit as pure as she was kind. Not to mention loving, gentle, and patient. She was everything he knew he needed and, even more so, everything he desperately wanted. 

“You know what I mean.”

Leo turned to his best friend, a lazy smile plastered on his face, “I know, man. I will.”

Jason only grumbled before heading off. Leo always said that. Clearly he hadn’t followed through yet. Not that it mattered. No one was exactly raring to go head to head with the boy who could light his entire body on fire. His girl would remain his girl until he could work up the courage to, well, make her his girl. Still, Jason just wanted his friend to be happy. 

Leo watched her for another moment before heading off to do what he was supposed to be doing; fixing the door for the sons of Ares. 

Across the green, musical giggles filled the spaces between the chatter. Her laughs were contagious, the Demeter girls rolling around in the plots they were supposed to be filling with hydrangeas, clutching their stomachs with red faces. The other girls, her sisters, also laughed, just a little more contained. They sipped on pink lemonade, twirling the straws in dainty fingers.

“So you’re telling me,” Arabella, a Demeter daughter with wayward curls, barely contained a chuckle, “you have never been kissed.”

Dawn, one of y/n’s sisters, chimed in with a few of her own runaway giggles, “don’t forget the best part: she’s never been kissed because every time a boy gets close, mother steps in!”

They collapsed again in another fit, filling the camp with some much needed life. She smiled sweetly, cheeks blushed like an angel, giggling right along with them. It was funny after all. She liked making her friends smile, it made her feel warm inside. 

“Is it really true? Every time a boy has gone to kiss you Aphrodite has stepped between it?’

Her voice was pure honey, slow and sugary, “oh yes. One time, right as a boy leaned in, a bolt of lightning struck the ground, right at his feet. I’m not sure what she told Zeus to get him to do it. Mother has her ways, I'm sure.”

“Well,” the giggles died down but the atmosphere remained light, “if you could kiss any boy here, without Aphrodite striking him down that is, who would it be?”

Her eyes widened a touch at the question. One boy immediately swam to her mind but she brushed it away quickly, her smile still neatly in place. She knew for a fact that he wasn’t interested in her like that so there was no reason to offer his name to the group. Regardless, though, her heart still fluttered for a certain son of Hephaestus. 

She coiled a loose strand of hair around her finger, her charm bracelet jingling gently on her wrist, “hmm, I’m not sure.”

Her sisters eyed each other cheekily before peering around the camp. When their gaze landed on precisely who they had been looking for, they giggled a collective hum. 

“How about him, hun? Would you kiss him if you could?” Daisy nodded her glass across the field.

Her eyes wandered with her sister’s gesture, past a couple of younger campers playing a game, to a boy fixing what looked like the door to the Ares cabin. Silly boys, always rough housing. That cabin had to have the window fixed just last week. Her eyes lingered on him a little longer than they should have considering she was trying to convince her sisters that she didn’t like him. Her soft lip pulled between her teeth as he ran a hand through his hair. 

Giggles erupted around her again, pulling her from her daze with heated cheeks, “Leo? He would never kiss me.”

The giggles only increased. Her eyes shifted quickly to the Ares cabin, hoping to Zeus that her group wasn’t causing too much of a scene. She wasn’t so lucky. Her eyes met Leo’s brown ones from across the lawn, her nose instantly burning. She tried to look away, she wanted to. Well, she thought she wanted to, at least, but his eyes held hers in a way that made it impossible to look anywhere else. 

She bit her lip again and he smirked, his lips pulling tight in a way that should be a crime. His skin caught the light like a gem, shining from his labour in the hot sun. When he noticed her eyes, drawing over his face and arms, his grin widened and her heart stuttered dramatically. When he winked at her and went back to work, her heart stopped. 

“Oh, hun,” Arabella’s hand swept under her chin, pulling y/n’s focus from the fire boy, “you’re clueless, aren’t you? Have your sisters taught you nothing? That boy is smitten.”

Sarah Beth, her eldest sister, huffed indulgently, a teasing smile on her rosy lips, “oh we tried, Ara, trust us we did. Sis is helpless. Blame it on mother.”

Y/n whined, the sound like one of Apollo’s harps, “what do I do? I’m cursed!”

Even in her torment she giggled, rubbing her cheek affectionately in Arabella’s palm. Arabella smiled lovingly, an idea sparking as she pulled y/n’s face back up. It was a foolproof one, too. Arabella looked at her wide eyes, watching them dart across the green to the boy she was clearly head over heels for. Yes, it needed more than anything to be foolproof.

Arabella poured a fresh glass of lemonade, taking extra care to mix enough ice with the pink liquid. She plopped a straw in it, stirring it once, twice, three times before shoving it in y/n’s perfectly polished nails. 

Her eyebrows scrunched, a cute confusion laid over her features, “I have lemonade, Bella.”

Arabella had to stop herself from rolling her eyes, “it’s not for you,” her eyes tilted to Leo, “he looks thirsty, hun. I think he wants a drink.”

“I don’t think lemonade is what he’s after,” Sara Beth didn’t look up from her own drink but her cat like grin said it all.

Her sisters had to stifle another wave of giggles as she gingerly passed the lemonade back and forth between her hands, contemplating whether or not to go to him. When she looked over at him for the hundredth time in an hour, she made up her mind. It was now or never.

She stood, much too gracefully for a girl with a heart racing a mile a minute, and took a deep breath, “please, mother, do be nice. He’s a lovely boy. I really like him.”

“Go get him, tiger,” Arabella nudged her gently towards the mechanic, a proud smile on every girl in and around the flowerbeds.

The walk across the green felt like it was never ending and much too short all at the same time. Every step that she took towards his crouched figure she debated downing the liquid herself and then running away. But no, she couldn’t. He was like a magnet, drawing her towards him with ridiculous ease. He didn’t even know he was doing it, that was the worst part. The tips of her ears felt hot, her feet stopping a few feet away from him. Oh, gods, what did she get herself into this time?

Leo’s hands stalled, a flowery scent curling around his face and clinging to his skin. He closed his eyes, breathing in as much of it as he could. That had to be what heaven smelled like, he just knew it. Like chrysanthemums and honeydew. Yes, he knew for certain. He drew another breath. Gods, he couldn’t get enough. 

“Hey, Leo,” her voice went high, her words like unintentional poetry, “whatcha working on there?” 

Why did she say that? She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment. So silly, what did it look like he was doing? When she opened them Leo was looking at her, a loose grin on his lips, a glint in his chocolate eyes. Her chest squeezed fervently.

“I’ll give you one guess,” his eyes glanced to the door before landing back on her, peering at her from his seat on the ground.

She scrunched her nose at him, trying not to giggle as he stood to face her, “oh ha ha, very funny.”

Leo laughed easily, a sound less honeyed than her own but still so sweet, “that’s my job. Well, when I’m not picking up after Ares’ sons. Can you believe they split the door in half?”

She glanced up at him, her doe eyes dancing over his tanned skin and black curls, unable to fight the butterflies that bounded inside her chest. He really was something. She held the glass a touch tighter when she breathed in his motor oil and nutmeg scent. She was certain this was what Olympus smelled like, not that she’d ever been.

“Honestly yes, I can,” she met his eyes again, sucking in a small breath when they drew down her body to the drink she had yet to hand over.

His eyes flitted back to hers and darkened a touch, a knowing smirk plastered on his lips, “say, is that for me, cariño?” 

Her cheeks flamed and she knew if she lifted a hand to them they would be hot to the touch. How fitting. 

“Erm,” she stalled, pulling her lip between her teeth once more, her eyes shifted to the grass at her toes, “I thought you might like some lemonade? If not that’s ok! It was silly of me, I’m sorry, I can just-”

Leo’s hand closed around hers, pulling the glass, and by default her, closer to his heady nutmeg chest, “I’d love some, thank you.”

His voice had lost its playful edge, only the soft warmth remained. He lifted the glass to his lips, drawing her hands with his as he took the first sip. She could practically hear her sisters swoon from across the grass. Wow, she’s really doing it isn’t she? Way to go, sis! Her whole body heated this time, her neck to her toes consumed by lapping flames. It was intoxicating.

Leo took the glass from her hands and set it on the step beside him, the taste of strawberries pungent on his lips. When he glanced back at her, he ran his tongue across his lip. The light hit her in a way that was entirely ethereal, clinging to her skin in a way that defied the laws of physics. It was maddening, like standing next to one of the muses themselves. God’s when did this ever happen to someone like him?

“It’s my sister’s recipe,” she fiddled with her fingers, lost with what to do without the glass to hold onto, “I hope you like it.”

He closed the small gap between them even more, pulling her fingers into his. Her heart skyrocketed, his hand was warm and calloused. His fingers fit too perfectly into the spaces between her own. Was it normal to be this breathless?

“It was sweet,” he squeezed his hand in hers, his voice carefree but low.

He slipped his other arm around her waist, thanking the gods for wherever his courage was miraculously stemming from. She practically buzzed in his arms, her melon and flower perfume melting around him. He bit the inside of his cheek. Was it perfume, or was it just her supple skin?

“I like sweet things,” he mused, revelling in the way her eyes widened, catching his innuendo without missing a beat. 

Her mind was stuck on his hand. It was on her back, low on her spine, his fingers lightly tickling up and down. She avoided arching into his fingers. It was heavenly. He was good with his hands and it showed.

Her eyes brushed over him once more, stopping on his lips for a millisecond too long, “she makes muffins too.”

He tightened his arm around her, drawing the daughter of Aphrodite against his chest. Gods, she was soft.

“I don’t want muffins, cariño.”

Now or never, Leo. He leaned his head down, his nose brushing hers sweetly.

Please, mother, let me have this. She tilted her head up, her hands sliding up his chest. 

Leo’s lips found hers at the same time her hands circled his neck. His lips were slow, testing to see if she would kiss him back, as if it was even an option for her not to with the way the flames, his flames, were licking at her skin. How did he do it? She felt like the sun; his lips tasted like fire and recklessness. And strawberries, a bushel of them.

She took his sweet kiss, savoured it, and then slammed her lips back against his, slipping her hands into his raven locks and tugging-- hard. He moaned softly against her sweet lips, giving in to every demand her mouth challenged. How could her lips be sweeter than the lemonade? He clutched her harder against him. 

She pulled back only when her lungs demanded it, leaning her forehead against his heaving chest. She took the staggering lack of lightning as a good sign as a dizzying warmth filled her chest. He pressed his face against her hair, nuzzling against her sweetness lovingly. He had been waiting forever for that and he wasn’t about to let her go just yet.

Her fingers slid back down his chest, curling around his shirt, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to distract you, Leo.”

What? He pulled his head away from her hair, staring into her doe eyes confused. And then he laughed, a full laugh that had his whole chest shaking and hers as well, before drawing his lips back to hers. He tugged her bottom lip between his lip, his hands squeezing her hips fiercely. She’s mad, beautiful but out of her mind. Gods.

“Cariño,” his lips brushed over hers, his words mingling with her breaths, “I kissed you. And trust me, I wanted to. Believe it or not, I don’t owe anything to the Ares’ brothers. You, on the other hand, have all my time at your disposal.”

He didn’t wait for her to answer before closing his lips over hers. There was a lot of lost time he was more than ready to make up for.

Meanwhile, across the green stood Jason, Sarah Beth, and Arabella, their heads close together but their eyes glued to the Ares cabin.

“I’m taking credit for this,” Jason and Arabellas’ voices mingled, proud and in sync.

Their eyes flashed to each other, “no, I did this!”

Sara Beth just giggled lusciously, twirling the straw of her own lemonade in lazy circles.

[heavenlysageee]

A Seed That Blossoms

fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen/Gojou

pairing: Gojou x Reader 

word count: 2049 words

a/n: this is based on the blackout scene from In The Heights that’s been going around on tiktok! it’s a bit of a drabble w/ some fluff - please enjoy mwah!

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You and Gojo have had this unspoken tension between you for a while now. Despite your adamant denial time and time again to Nobara and Yuuji, there’s a small part of you that wonders what would happen if you indulge him just a little bit. This small seed grew into a larger impulse you couldn’t deny any longer and decided to give him a chance. Just one night, with no strings attached.

You peer over at the sun as the pink sunset dances across your empty classroom at Tokyo Jujutsu High. The day was ending and you were lucky to be just about finished with your duties when you felt a pair of familiar eyes drill themselves into the back of your head. Without even turning around you said, “Are you gonna say hi or you just gonna stand there and block my doorway?”

He walks over with a smirk plastered across his face before leaning against one of the desks. “Well, hello to you too, sunshine.” 

You roll your eyes at the usual stupid lines he would throw your way. On a normal day, you would let these slide because you weren’t all that interested. But that seed blossomed, took root, and is still demanding to be nourished. You took a pause and looked up at him from your desk. He was readily waiting for your snippy quip to his advances toward you.

 You knew him for a player, the type of guy who thinks more with the thing between his legs. But you ignored the warning signs flashing in your mind when you flash him a small smile and ask him out. 

“What are you doing for the rest of the night, Satoru?” 

His eyes seemed to flash a bit of confusion at the strange turn of dynamic. You were rarely interested at anything he had to say, let alone ever entertaining his stupid pick-up lines. He bit the bait anyways. “Hoping it would be you, but I’d like to hear what you have in mind.”

You chuckled softly and replied, “Maybe if you’re lucky. Let’s see if you’re as invincible as you claim to be. Meet me at my place tonight at 8:30 and we’ll go dancing at the spring festival. Don’t make me regret giving you a chance.” 

You walk away leaving the most powerful sorcerer feeling a bit confused but excited for the new possible endeavor. 

Staring at yourself in the mirror, you fix your hair and check that you have everything you need for the night. Cellphone, check. Wallet, check. Keys, Check. Glancing at your phone, you notice a text from Gojo indicating that he was outside. He’s leaning against the hood of his car, wearing a white button up with a few buttons open, tucked into dress pants that fit him all in the right places, and his signature rectangular resting low on his nose bridge. 

You think to yourself, well, crap, he does clean up nice. Guess the people he hooks up with aren’t as blind as I thought they were.

He immediately scans your figure and smiles, “Wow, well, aren’t you a sight to see. Hope the night works in my favor and I’ll be touching you too.” 

You felt your blood rush to your cheeks as you smooth out your outfit to regain your senses. You walked toward the passenger side door and slid into the leather seat. The entire car smelled of his cologne. The engine revs and you both ride off to the party. The city lights a kaleidoscope across the dashboard and onto his side profile. You keep adjusting in your seat to distract yourself from the knot building in your abdomen. You knock it up to general nerves from a new environment and try to release the excess energy by fidgeting every so often. You feel a large, calloused hand on your knee and freeze. 

Gojo glances over with slight concern, “You good? You’ve never been on a date with someone as hot as me?” His usual banter calms you down and reminds you that it’s just Satoru, you’ve known him for a while and this shouldn’t change much. It’s just a night of dancing. You feel the car slow down and pull into the lot. Gojo opens the passenger door and leads you by the arm into the plaza. You’re greeted by the glow of lanterns strung through the outdoor plaza, the smell of various cocktails and food wafting through the air, the pounding of the bass echoes in your ears and can be felt in your feet, sending rivers of your nerves into excitement. 

He pulls you to the bar and buys you both drinks to start the night out. He turns toward you with his sky blue eyes, drink in one hand and leaning his cheek on the other. “So, what was the turning point? What made you give somebody SO detestable a chance darling?”

The pet name sends a rush of blood through you and you ask for another drink to counteract the feeling. You turn and meet his eyes once more, “You know, I’m just gonna outright say it.  Although you can be detestable, you always flirt with me and I wanted to see if you got more than just a pretty face.” You throw a few more shots back and feel the former butterflies slip away, just enough to gather the courage to enjoy the party. 

While he watches you transform into someone far more outgoing from the liquid courage slipping past your lips, his eyes stare longer at them. Even if he hasn’t outright admitted it, you were the constant in his life that gave him a sense of normalcy. No matter how many people he wakes up next to in the morning, he always wondered what it would be like to wake up next to you or learn about you beyond the boundaries of banter and curses. As arrogant as he can be, the one thing he doesn’t want to sacrifice is the dynamic you have going on with him. He wouldn’t let his feelings ruin that if you didn’t want it to. This is a chance that can bring your relationship with him to a new level - one step forward or ten steps back. 

Before he could get a word in, another person offered to dance with you. You glance over at Gojo knowingly ready to reject them if he just said the word. But he didn’t. He nods, gesturing for you to continue, and you try to hide the slight disappointment behind your eyes. You wonder if it was worth inviting him out at all without even knowing if he wanted to go on a date with you. He could’ve just been flirting with you for shits and giggles. 

Gojo watches with a clenched jaw as you bounce from one person’s arms to the next. Time passes and you glance every so often to see what he was doing, wondering why he hasn’t pulled you and asked you to dance yet. Your hope for him to make a move dwindles and you feel it wither as each second passes. You feel your eyes drill into him as another person approaches him and grazes their hand across his, leaning into his ear to whisper something. He laughs. The loud music, the breaths of the stranger on your neck mixed with the smell of alcohol fills your nose but nothing defeats the angry drumming of your heartbeat in your ears.

You should’ve known he wasn’t here for you. You walk over with the firm resolve to nip this feeling before it grows even deeper roots and hurts you more. “I was just another score huh? You abandoned me. Gojo, you barely even danced with me.” 

His face distorts into irritation as he feels the pent up frustration bubble over, “Don’t make me laugh, I’ve been trying all night. You been shaking your ass for like half of the town.” 

It’s as if the whole room deadened to a halt as he spits out the words, placing the blame on you. Every one of your senses grow overwhelmed and all you can taste on your tongue is absolute bitterness. He never saw the way you longingly looked at him, all it took was a word and he never spoke up. That was his decision and it isn’t your fault. You retort, “Trying? You didn’t even approach me on the dance floor. I felt everyone’s hands on my waist except the one pair I was hoping would. Instead you were busy swapping spit with what seems like anyone that was willing to.” 

Shame continues to flood Gojo and pushes him into an inexplicable frustration, the flood gates opened at this point and wouldn’t stop. “That’s all you expect from me and never see me as anything other than a wandering, empty shell of a man into different people’s beds right? So why should I try to prove myself as anything other than that? I can have a normal conversation with somebody but to you it looks like I’m working for my next bed frame.”

Offense bubbles in your chest as you feel your voice begin to shake, “Why would I expect anything different when that’s all you’ve ever shown me tonight. I gave you a chance and you did what you usually do. With somebody else, again. And don’t ever shame me for dancing with other people, you don’t own me Goj-”

Before you can finish, you feel his hand squish your cheeks, preventing you from speaking. “You know that’s not my name sweetheart. I don’t want to hear you call me by anything other than my first name. You’ll never be distant enough from me that I’ll allow you to call me that.” Your eyes meet his and pull his hand away from your face as he seems to tower over you this time.

You stare at each other for what seemed like forever as a mix of shock and sentiment swirl in your mind, “Forget it Satoru. Good thing we established that we wouldn’t ever work. I’m just gonna find my own way home, you don’t have to worry about me. Have fun.” 

He grabs your wrist, “Give me a chance again. Please.” You try to rip your hand out of his grip but it was impossible. Tears sting and threaten to spill from your eyes as you look back and expect a smug look of victory. Instead you were met with a gaze that spelled absolute defeat. Your expression softened slightly and sighed, giving him a nod. He pulls you away from the crowd back through the exit only lit by the obnoxiously red neon sign above the two of you. 

His thumb gently swipes across your cheek urging you to look up at him. His voice softly responds, “You were doing your own thing and I wanted to try and distract myself from what I was feeling.” His hand moves from your face and he runs it through his hair trying to find the words. You reach for his hand and cradle it in your own, “What feeling Satoru?”

He slips his hand away and decides it’s time to come clean, “I was afraid that if I made a move you didn’t like, it would push you away. I don’t really care for a lot of people, but I do for you and I didn’t want to deal with losing a best friend. I’ve dealt with that shit before and I don’t want to make the same mistakes again.” 

Your heartbeat finally stills and you feel the stupid seed blossom again, leaving you in a feeling of vulnerability. “Are you trying to pull the sap card to get into my pants or are you being real right now?” He smiles exasperatedly and replies, “I’m being really genuine right now. If I JUST wanted to get into your pants, I would’ve done it FOREVER ago.” 

You gesture him to come closer to your face, he obliges and leans into you about a breath away from your nose. You fill the space between you both and press a gentle kiss to his lips with a small smile. “Hm, guess that makes two of us.”  

[luminois]

･:*✧ 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗵𝗼; 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗲𝘅

𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝘆 𝗰𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗵 @sparklemin 🖤

𝟮𝟮𝟵𝟱 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀, 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗴𝗲 𝗮𝘂, 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘂𝗽 𝗮𝘂.

you smiled softly as your best friend entwined her arm with yours, talking excitedly as you walked towards the house. the music coming from inside could be heard from down the street and many people were hanging outside, taking a breather or smoking with some friends.

you hadn’t been in the mood to go to this party - to do anything at all - but she’d insisted and you could never say no to her, your guardian angel. she was the one you’d gone to in the middle of the night of your breakup, the one that hugged you and dried your tears and let you stay for as long as you needed. she listened to you talking and crying for hours and comforted you as best as she could, saying all the right things and making you smile with silly jokes and your favorite food.

that evening you’d both gotten ready at her apartment, laughing and singing as music played in the background, putting on makeup next to each other in front of her not-big-enough mirror. all dressed up as you were you felt pretty for the first time in weeks, and for that alone you couldn’t thank your best friend enough.

going out for one night would do you good, that’s what you kept telling yourself as every step took you closer to the full house. right before you reached the front porch, your best friend stopped walking and made you face her, holding both your hands in hers.

“bub, if at any point you want to leave just tell me and we’ll go back to my house, order takeout and have a bridgerton marathon, okay?” she said, squeezing your hands in reassurance.

she was serious, and you knew she wouldn’t have hesitated if you asked her to leave, but you really didn’t want to ruin it for her. she’d said she wanted you to have fun and cheer up for a night, which was undoubtedly true, but you knew the reason why she’d insisted to come to this party specifically. hyunjin, who was popular and funny, the host of the party, and your best friend’s crush. you’d encouraged her to approach him and helped her text him back when they first started talking.

but hyunjin was also one of minho’s closest friends, and the chances of not seeing your ex that night were close to nonexistent. still, you knew just how close your best friend and her almost-boyfriend were to taking the next step, and you wanted her to be happy just as much as you wanted the same for yourself.

you could recognize familiar faces wherever you looked, even with the purposefully casted lights and how crowded the place was. it looked like hyunjin had invited the entire campus, but you suspected many had just invited themselves. your best friend smiled and offered compliments to everyone who waved at her, always the skilled social butterfly.

you did the same, trying to ignore the bittersweet taste in your mouth when you noticed the difference in people’s eyes. when they looked at her they were excited, but they offered you looks that you could only describe as sympathetic. they had inevitably caught up on you going from often posting about your relationship to deleting all your pictures with minho, some even a year old. you’d even received messages offering you support and kind words and you were grateful that people cared about you like that, but for one night you just wanted to forget about everything.

you did the same, trying to ignore the bittersweet taste in your mouth when you noticed the difference in people’s eyes. when they looked at her they were excited, but they offered you looks that you could only describe as sympathetic. they had inevitably caught up on you going from often posting about your relationship to deleting all your pictures with minho, some even a year old. you’d even received messages offering you support and kind words and you were grateful that people cared about you like that, but for one night you just wanted to forget about everything.

“why don’t you go find hyunjin? i’ll just get myself a drink,” you said, noticing how your best friend was looking around, visibly searching for someone.

she turned to look at you, her widened eyes making you chuckle. “no! i promised i’d stay with you and i will,” she said, nodding resolutely and entwining her arm with yours again. she looked back in front of her and suddenly stopped walking, holding you back. she had a puzzled look on her face, the same as when you were studying together and she was trying to understand a difficult concept.

“are you okay?”

“yes!” she exclaimed, smiling widely. “i just remembered i wanted to show you these jeans i found on instagram, they’re so cute i think you’ll love them.”

she started walking again as she unlocked her phone and you followed, your eyebrows furrowed as you wondered. you knew her well enough to know when she was lying, but you couldn’t understand what she was lying for right now.

and then, as she made you look at her screen, her shoulder bumped into yours and you collided with someone standing on the side, the front of your top instantly getting stained with whatever drink they were holding in their hand. as they started apologizing, you immediately looked up, petrified by the voice that had been haunting you even in your dreams for the past weeks.

your eyes locked with minho’s concerned gaze and the world around you was silent, everything that wasn’t him - people dancing, someone doubling over in laughter, hyunjin and the rest of minho’s friends observing the scene in various states of shock - blurred out in the background. the first thought that passed your mind was that he looked beautiful, and you hated yourself for it. the words seemed to die on his lips, and the way his eyes saddened at the sight of you hurt like nothing had ever hurt before.

seconds felt like drawn out minutes. the slow-mo effect faded out as your best friend started talking, and with her angered voice came back the music and the chaos. “what the hell, minho?! don’t just stand there, for fuck’s sake! you fucked up her outfit, go help her clean up at least.”

minho looked at her and then back at you, opening and closing his mouth as he decided on what to do. he sighed as he came to a conclusion and took your free hand before leading you to the upper stair, dodging people in his way. you still hadn’t grasped the entirety of what was happening when you looked back down at your best friend, halfway through the staircase. hyunjin’s arm was hugging her waist and they were both looking at you, hyunjin offering you thumbs up. she mouthed a ‘sorry’ to you, but her smile betrayed how not sorry at all she actually was.

she’d planned the entire scene, probably right there and then, and you cursed her smart-ass and twisted way of caring for you. you could’ve honestly predicted something like this, you’d heard her telling you that she didn’t think you should just let minho go without a fight once too many times as she comforted you. was she right? as minho’s hand gently grasped yours tighter and he shielded you from a way too drunk couple of guys, your brain slowly started convincing itself that she was.

when the bathroom’s door closed behind you, it felt like you’d just entered another dimension. the room was still clean, the party hadn’t start long ago enough for any kind of bodily fluids to have reached it. not yet, at least.

you watched as minho found a clean towel and put it under the running faucet. you still hadn’t spoken a word to each other, but the noise from outside had made up for it. now, with tense silence and muffled music as the only things keeping you company in the small bathroom, it felt embarrassingly awkward. you thought about something you could say, anything that wouldn’t have tears streaming down your cheeks in a matter of seconds, but you couldn’t find anything.

minho shut the water off and started rubbing off the stain on your white top. he was only making it worse and his knuckles were touching your stomach as he held the shirt in place. you blurted out the words before you could stop yourself.

“it’s not going to come off.”

“it might.”

“it won’t,” you said, and he looked up at you.

close, way too close. that’s what he was, besides gorgeous and… miserable. his lips were chapped, his eyes dull and rimmed with dark eyebags, the white light of the bathroom making his skin look pale and sickly. he was still breathtaking, he still made your knees buckle and cheeks bloom with red, but you knew he wasn’t okay. your best friend had been right, once again.

you took the towel from his hand and placed in on the sink, newfound determination in the way you moved. if it had to cost you time, embarrassment and a shirt, at least you had to get something out of it. and there had never been a doubt about what you really wanted.

“it‘s ruined, but something else can be fixed.”

minho’s hands started to tremble and he put them in his pockets too late, you’d already seen them. “i don’t want to have this conversation.”

“i do,” you said, standing a little straighter, “and if you don’t want to talk just listen, because you didn’t let me speak before but you will now.”

he looked at you for a long second and then nodded, resting against the white porcelain of the sink. however, as you hugged yourself and spoke, your voice shaky despite your determined tone, he moved closer. slowly, surely. you didn’t notice, talking about how you didn’t understand where you went wrong, how the excuse he used to break up with you was the lamest shit ever, how there was no way you wouldn't have found a way around his busy schedule now that he was a professional dancer, how you would have made more time for him despite being a senior in college if he’d just fucking told you he needed more.

“why couldn’t you trust me a little more?” you said, looking up at the ceiling to prevent your tears from falling. “why couldn’t you just speak to me, minho? one year, we’ve been together for one year and you still didn’t open up with me about something that was so easy to fix, it wasn’t even a problem in my mind. that’s the worst part, it would’ve been so easy to fix if you just trusted me more.”

“i trusted you, i trust you,” he said, the crack in his voice making you look at him and get starlet when you noticed how much closer he was now.

“then why did you leave instead of working to make things better?”

the first tear followed the curve of your cheek, and his thumb had caressed it away before it had even reached the end. you chased his touch, because a few weeks couldn’t erase what you two shared.

“i don’t trust myself,” minho said, and it felt like he was whispering a secret. his hand came up to dry more of your tears, and you sighed when he cupped your cheek. “i knew i couldn’t give you the attention and time you deserve, and i’d rather leave than seeing you fall out of love with me.”

you closed your eyes, cursing him in your mind. he was so stupid, thinking that what you felt for him was so feeble it would just dissipate like that. you’d worried so much and in the end he’d just been scared, as if you wouldn’t have stayed by his side even if the world was crumbling around you. as if you’d really delete all of the pictures you’d posted with him instead of just archiving them. as if your best friend had heard you say anything other than ‘i need him so much’ rather than anything else you could’ve said. you could’ve been angry but you’d just been sad, because you knew he was the one that got away.

“you don’t get to make those decisions by yourself,” you said, placing your hand on his above your cheek. “don’t ever make decisions that concern both of us without talking to me first, am i being clear?”

“you are, i’m sorry.”

minho’s tone had your heart skipping a beat, and the way he was looking at you, with that enamored gaze of his, was making it beat too fast. you gulped, your eyes falling on his lips by their own accord.

“good,” you stuttered on the word, the corner of his lips curving up in a knowing smile.

“good.”

you were kissing before you could say anything more, your back hitting the closed bathroom’s door as your hands messed up minho’s hair. euphoria, longing. you’d missed him so much. one of his hands traveled under your ruined shirt and you bit his bottom lip before your mouths met again, craving each other like you’d been starving for weeks. which you had been. nothing was really fixed, you still had to talk things out and make sure you were on the same page, but it could wait tomorrow. the hunger burning at the pit of your stomach, however, could not.

someone knocked on the door and then knocked again when they received no response. minho groaned and hit the door with his fist, but the knocking didn’t stop and you were out in seconds, not even glancing at whoever had interrupted you.

sprinting down the stairs, your fingers entwined, you caught a glimpse of your best friend before following minho outside the house. hyunjin was holding her close, dancing with her and whispering something that was making her blush, and you smiled as you saw them kiss. you were going to thank her the next day.

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[ushidoux]

All I Want For Christmas - Kuroo x Reader

Summary: You and VP!Kuroo go to a holiday party. (2.1k words)

Warnings: quite nsfw, fem!reader

A/N: After I deleted the post I lost the original ask lmfaooo, anyway I hope you see this anon <33. Smut is closer to the end, but it’s there I promise.

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When you’d finally agreed after numerous appeals of various types and intensities to date Kuroo seriously and most importantly to him, openly, you hadn’t considered something very crucial - being his steady partner would mean accompanying him to formal events.

Company events were one thing. At this point, everyone in your office was aware that there was something going on between you and the vice president, so the rumor mill had already had its fun with the two of you and the jokes and teasing comments had long gotten stale. Anything else they threw at you at happy hour you could handle expertly, especially with the help of a couple drinks.

It hadn’t occurred to you that as a company executive, Kuroo would be attending bigger events with fancier people, so when he asked you to be his plus one to a networking holiday party outside of the company, you hadn’t asked too many questions before agreeing. To your defense, you were still laying on top of him when he’d asked, your thoughts as pliable as you had been for him just a few moments earlier.

Scheming as usual. 

So now to your misfortune, you fidgeted uncomfortably while seated next to your boyfriend in a company car and for once, Kuroo wasn’t teasing you. Instead, he watched you carefully before placing a comforting hand on your left knee as you fought with the hem of your considerably short dress.

He gave you a sympathetic look before squeezing softly.

“It’ll be fine. Don’t be nervous.”

You frowned. How could you not be nervous? He was taking you to the Japanese Volleyball Association’s Semi-Annual Promotional Party, and all you could think of was every possible way you could embarrass him or embarrass yourself.

The fact that Kuroo actually seemed to feel bad for you only heightened your anxiety, but you tried to focus on his hand gripping yours tightly as you walked past media reporters stalking the outside of the building so that you didn’t lose him in the swathes of people who dealt either with big business, sports or both.

The venue was expansive and heavily yet tastefully decorated in red and white and green and so many lights, in keeping with a Christmas theme; it was enough to make your jaw drop just slightly in awe. However, there was little time to soak in the ambiance and music as Kuroo whisked you through the venue to speak to potential clients, the real purpose of this event.

Despite the fact that Kuroo kept you close, it was easy to feel small as people schmoozed amongst each other, and it was more than once or twice that you caught a few glances, some curious, others critical, in your direction. Again you wondered if your makeup was too light or too heavy, if your dress was tasteful or if the discomfort you were feeling could be read all over your face.

Kuroo on the other hand was in his element, working the room smoothly and effortlessly, and in that moment you realized how easily he blended in but still stood out, his laugh distinct and gestures casual and yet room-commanding. Soon you wondered why exactly he was interested in you when it was clear you didn’t exactly fit the glamorous scene around you. 

But it would only be a couple more hours, you could bear it.

You broke free from him while he was engaged with a client and found a table at which to stand and wait for time to pass. Sipping quietly on red wine, you focused on Mariah Carey’s All I Want For Christmas is You, humming as you detached from the scene around you. You sent a couple of texts to friends, but as it often was at times like this, no one seemed to be available.

You let out a sigh of defeat, leaning forward to rest on your elbows, and that’s when you noticed in your peripheral vision that someone had appeared to stand right beside you.

You glanced over in surprise.

“Oh, Kenma?”

Kenma offered you a small smile and leaned in the same position beside you, typing out a couple messages on his phone before he addressed you properly. 

“Kuroo brought you along, I’m surprised,” he added, catlike brown eyes focused on you now.

While you’d interacted rarely with Kenma over the past months that you’d been dating Kuroo, you were acquainted enough with his much more introverted friend, often blunt but never really intentionally rude. But somehow this comment grated on your nerves, and you took a larger gulp of your wine.

You said nothing for the next few moments, and you could hear Kenma beside you again tip-tapping quietly on his cell phone.

“If it helps, I don’t want to be here either,” he finally added.

You looked back at him to raise an eyebrow and he offered a small smile before looking back at his phone. 

“I’m supposed to be networking for my company but I’m not very good at it, so he just gets the clients for me and calls me over to secure the deal,” he elaborated. When you peered over, you realized he was in the middle of a mobile game at the very moment.

Maybe he was more out of place than you were, and somehow that was reassuring.

“What game is that?” You asked, poking at your small plate of hors d’oeuvres. 

While he explained his game to you with muted excitement and you looked at his screen with interest, Kuroo glanced over to see you finally looking something other than stressed and smiled. He would wrap up quickly with business and then all his attention would be on you. 

Kenma, the good friend he was, was returning his kindnesses as usual.

… 

“May I have this dance?”

Minutes later, Kuroo had walked over to your table, smiling at you both and extending an arm out. You had considered how satisfied you would feel being a brat and saying no, you’d rather spend the rest of the evening talking to Kenma, but instead you acquiesced. 

He was only doing his job and you wanted to be supportive. That was part of what it meant to date seriously, wasn’t it? Being slightly out of your comfort zone for your partner’s sake?

Something like that.

Now that you swayed back and forth under a large chandelier, you could tell he was apologetic by the way his hand caressed the back of your head. Maybe you were a little too close for a cocktail party but it felt nice to feel his warmth and you weren’t fond of all these people anyway.

“You okay, kitten?”

You nodded.

“You’re usually so feisty at work so I didn’t think hard enough about you feeling uncomfortable with all these stuffy business people.”

To that you let out a soft laugh. “Okay but you rarely think.”

He smirked then kissed the top of your head. “Maybe I got too excited by the prospect of having the prettiest girl in the room on my arm.”

You slapped his chest playfully once before resting your head on his chest again. Two paces later, he rested his chin above your head.

“We can take it slower if you’d like. If you want to stay more private, I mean. You’ve been generous to me so far after all.”

Your pace slowed ever so slightly as you looked up at him confused. “What do you mean?”

“Christmas came early for me, since you’re here in my arms.”

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About an hour later, now that the two of you were back in the privacy of Kuroo’s penthouse apartment, he finally had the time to unwrap his present. He had been endlessly patient as you teased him through the agonizing ride home, your hands sneaking beneath his waistband and fondling his privates while hidden by the partition, but you were now in his domain.

Before the door slammed completely shut, you’d both gone from poised to savage - he drew your dress up over your shoulders by that oh-so-annoying hem and tossed it aside, and you’d just as quickly all but yanked his bowtie off as you removed it. 

“Careful, these clothes are expensive,” he teased, but he was as merciless with the way he tore off your panties and hoisted you up so that your legs wrapped around his waist.

“And?”

And his lips crashed to yours, and you tried hastily to undo the buttons of his shirt while accepting his tongue in your mouth.

Carrying you to his bed while making out was a coordinated feat for someone whose pants were undone and now precariously sinking to his ankles, but Kuroo was light on his feet. When he lowered you onto the bed, you could see the outline of his hard cock forming a tent through the clothing and you couldn’t help but stifle a laugh.

“Relax, you’re like a kid on Christmas morning,” you teased and he pouted, but you leaned forward and freed him, going the extra mile to take his cockhead in your mouth. 

He let out a soft moan, his hand immediately reaching for your hair, and you took more inches of him in your mouth, in your throat, as far as you could go. 

“Fuck, kitten, that feels so fucking good… you’re so good to me…”

Your mouth watered with saliva as you continued to suck, now on your knees on his plush mattress and he pressed your head against him, this time not in comfort but in search of pleasure, moving ever so slightly to see just how far he could go. 

“L-let me make you feel good, baby, you deserve it,” he said finally, pulling you off of him so that he could look into your eyes. “How about the gift that keeps on giving?”

You furrowed your eyebrows.

“Is this a suave way to tell me you have herpes?”

“69, ___!” 

“I was kidding!” You giggled at his frustrated expression, but once you were repositioned and his face was buried in the pussy he enjoyed so much, you were no longer laughing but quivering with something not short of intense pleasure. Mouth full of cock, it was hard to focus on moving up and down his shaft properly as Kuroo’s hands on your ass were kneading, then slapping, and he still somehow wasn’t relenting on the tongue swishing around your wet cunt.

“K-Kuroo… it’s a lot, I can’t.. do the same for you,”  you whined, saliva dripping from your lips as you .

“Don’t worry about it,” he murmured, muffled between your folds, eating like a man starved.

Your moans started to fill the air as he kissed and sucked faster, and when you started to convulse rapidly, unable to take the stimulation, you arched your back and in response he wrapped strong arms around your midsection to keep you flush against him.

“Kuroo!”

“Let me finish, kitten~” he whispered in a singsong voice, and if it weren’t for the fact that your body was starting to buzz in overstimulation, you would have yelled at him.

Once he’d grown bored with torturing your cunt with his mouth, he flipped you over onto your back, hovering over you with a greedy smirk.

“You’re so pretty when you’re pushed to your limit~” he sang with glee. 

Still quivering ever so slightly, you narrowed your eyes at him but they soon widened as his cock finally pushed its way inside you. Wincing ever so slightly, you found yourself scratching at his back, more intensely with every thrust inside you that sent waves of pleasure through you from your toes to your nose.

“Fuck, Kuroo, please.. Don’t stop.”

At this rate, you’d claw permanent lines into his skin.

When his hands tightened around the headboard for support, you could tell he was close to climax, and accordingly, his strokes grew deeper and his grunts grew louder and your own peak started to approach. His chin found a home in the crook of your neck as he growled - that was the sound that finally tipped you over - and he too finally released, filling you with warm jets of cum your walls clenched around greedily.

He remained still for a moment, waiting as his cock only slowly began to soften, whispering praises into your ear.

“You’re so, so good to me… you’re the best gift I could ever have.”

Your hands slowly shifted around him, moving to cup his face tenderly. 

“Wait till you see what I have in store for Christmas Day.”

[kpopmalereader]

a friend, pt.2 ; ten

pt.1

• summary: a friend, pt.2 • pairing: ten x male!reader • word count: 2620 • to do

Lucas brushes his teeth, leaning one hand on your bathroom counter. You sit on your floor beside the door, throwing a bouncy ball, letting it bounce aimlessly and fly back at you.

“I don’t think anything’s going to change,” Lucas speaks around his toothbrush.

“It already has!” You throw the ball harder and bump your head against the wall. “We’re still friends, technically, but,” You sigh and stand. “He’s awkward and doesn’t talk to me as much. Before this, any time anyone mentioned they were going somewhere, he would ask me if I wanted to go too, but he hasn’t done that since I told him.”

Lucas wants to object but can’t speak before you continue.

“He made plans for me to record more of his dances, but suddenly he had someone else to do it and didn’t need me.” You shake your head. Lucas watches you walk, but you ignore the concerned “you’re acting stupid” look he gives you and walk back into your room. “I should’ve kept my mouth shut.”

Lucas washes his mouth out and leans against the sink. He breathes in and out for a few seconds, going through a hundred possibilities of what he could say or do to make you feel better, to make the whole situation better.

Since you got in the car after the mall with that distant look, Lucas knew what happened. Guilt has been trickling through him since that day. It gets even worse when you have moments like this. Moments where you wish nothing more than for everything to go back to the way it was. He pushed you to share your feelings. He told you it was worth it.

He thought it was worth it. There was a part of him, and he’s more than sure there was a part of you that thought Ten might have feelings for you.

*

“And it’s not like I just told him I liked him.” You continue a conversation Lucas didn’t know you were having. You’re waving a French fry around. “I confessed tons of feelings. The way he made me feel and everything I liked about him. Everything.”

Lucas makes eye contact with you, and you snap your jaw down on the fry you’re holding.

“Add even more embarrassment on getting rejected and half-losing a very close friend.” You lift your eyebrows. “How fun.”

He smiles at you and shakes his head. “Let’s go do something, instead of sticking around here talking about this. We can go for a walk, or shopping, arcade, the movies.”

You nod. You’re trying to give it a chance. “Maybe.”

Lucas points at you. “Or, we can go out to a party-”

“Movies.” You nod your head. “That sounds perfect.”

“Hey, a party would be a good way to get distracted by other cute guys.”

“We can go watch a movie that has nothing to do with guys.” You offer. “I’ll start looking.”

After you eat, you choose whatever animated movie looks most exciting and head to the movie theater. Lucas pays for the tickets and the snacks, getting you a large drink and an even larger popcorn. You pick out two boxes of candies, and as you contemplate which one to buy, Lucas places both on the counter, grabbing another one of your favorites. He smiles at you, ignoring your protests, and picks out his candy.

After spending too much money on food right after lunch, you head to the screen room. Lucas lets you pick out a spot you think is perfect. (Even if he disagrees with the choice, you choose the last row, he was always fond of the middle.)

For two hours, your mind is entirely devoid of any thoughts about Ten. The movie ends. You look at each other and begin to laugh. The anthropomorphized characters and their lives have brought both of you close to tears.

You gather the leftover candy and the trash. You and Lucas walk out of the theater, ranting and raving about the movie’s aesthetic and the different theories you have for the characters. You head into the mall next to the movie theater, still talking animatedly about the characters you connected with and the scenes you liked more than anything.

The doors glide open and reveal an almost full food court that you have to traverse, avoiding large groups and the urge to get pretzel bites even when you just had a large bucket of popcorn and 2½ bags of candy.

You pass by a music shop, the records lining the walls catch your eye, and you open your mouth to ask Lucas if he wants to stop. From the corner of your eye, you can see his face fall for a quick second before he recovers and tries to usher you inside as quickly as he can. Your eyebrows furrow down, and you turn your head. Lucas tries to block your view but is too late.

Ten sits with someone around your age. They’re facing sideways, Ten’s guest’s face more obscured than his. You shake your head and turn back to the record shop.

“Want to buy something?” You smile and shrug. “I’ll pay this time.”

“Y/N…” Lucas starts. You roll your eyes and move past him. “Come on.”

You shop around for an hour before you decide to leave. As hard as you were trying to hide how much seeing Ten affected you, Lucas could still see you were hurting, and when you brought up the idea of going home, he relented.

You hugged him when he dropped you off, seeming okay. You weren’t as happy as when you were only worried if the main character of the movie you were watching was going to return home alright, but you weren’t as heartbroken and hurt as before the movie.

Lucas walks into the dorm. He rubs at his face and slumps on the couch. The man of the hour joins him not too long afterward. He’s slightly more bashful than he would typically be. Neither state the obvious.

Ten asks a question after a few minutes. “How has Y/N been?”

“Doing better.” Lucas shrugs. He scrolls on his phone casually, but all of his attention is on Ten. “We went to the movies today. Hung out at the mall after.”

Ten can’t hide how his expression changes at the mention of the mall. Lucas nods to confirm his thinking.

“I didn’t-” Ten starts. He stutters a few sounds, never forming full words. “I’m not-”

Lucas shrugs and plays it off better than Ten did. “He was alright. A little conflicted about his feelings, obviously, but he’s doing pretty good.”

Ten truly means what he says next. “That’s, that’s good. I haven’t seen or talked to him in a while, figured it was for the best, but I’m glad he’s well.”

Lucas doesn’t reply, thinking over the past few conversations he and you have had.

Ten sighs. “Seriously, Lucas, I still care about him, just not in that way.”

Lucas stands up. “I get it, but I’m not the one who doubts it.”

*

Winwin and Ten walk through the hallway, discussing their new specialty dance. They open the door to a completely dark house, except for the living room TV. Winwin and Ten can’t tell what’s going on, but the tense air emitting from the room clues them in. They walk closer, and Winwin looks over each of them before retreating into his room to take a shower.

Ten, however, examines everyone before his eyes fall on you. You sit between Xiaojun’s legs on his reclined chair. Your hand covers your lower face, your eyes concentrating on the screen.  Two characters face-off, and you make a hissing noise. A jarring noise comes from the TV, and your hand slaps down on Xiaojun’s. You begin to use his arm as a shield and suppress a groan. You wait for a few seconds before poking your eyes out just above his arm.

Xiaojun holds your hand and wraps his other arm around your stomach, pulling you against his chest tighter. You whine, eyes squinting. The monster emerges from the darkness. You gasp and turn your head, covering your face with everything at your disposal.

“Tell me when it goes away.”

Xiaojun pats your head in comfort but giggles nonetheless. “You can’t hide from every scary part.”

“Watch me.” You mumble.

Ten stops his staring and slips his shoes off. Questions swirl in his mind, and he tries to stomach the possibilities. It’s not his place. At least you’re coming over again.

He walks past you. You’re the only one who doesn’t notice, still buried in Xiaojun’s chest.

He takes a long shower, not emerging until the movie is over. When he does come out to get some food, you’re no longer on Xiaojun’s lap, but you’re still pretty close to him. You sit smushed together on the same seat, your feet knocking into his on the recliner. He’s explaining something with large movements and dramatic facial expressions, and you’re hooked on his every word. His words enrapture you, eyes following his actions.

Ten walks in front of you towards the kitchen. Your eyes flit up and down when you notice him, going back to Xiaojun’s story as quickly as you were distracted.

Ten chews on his cheek and goes about making his food. He’s beginning to ignore the soft gasps you elicit from whatever Xiaojun says before a laugh bubbles out of you. It goes from a quiet giggle to a barking laugh, uncontrollable. Ten looks around the corner for a second, and you’re doubled over. You grip your stomach. Xiaojun’s looking at you fondly, and Ten turns away.

Ten moves back to his food, ignoring the pit forming in his stomach.

Was your relationship with Xiaojun always so close? What’s so funny? Why does this make him feel so frustrated? He’s happy you’re coming back. He’s happy you’re happy. Everyone is happy.

*

“Alright,” The waiter nods his head at Lucas and turns to you. “And what will you have tonight?”

The waiter speaks slow towards you, raising an eyebrow with a half-smirk.

You stutter and order your food quickly. Your eyes widen, and you shoot a look at Lucas, shaking your head. You scroll through your phone, trying to ignore the lauding and looks you get from the others. You scratch your neck and look around the restaurant.

Ten grips his cup, taking a long, slow drink. He resists the urge to roll his eyes at such a public accost, literally biting his tongue.

You finish your food with some more flirting from the waiter. He pushes his number towards you as he picks up the last of your plates. You stuff it in your pocket before Lucas can reach for it, hoping no one besides Lucas sees it. Based on the immediate raised-brow eye contact Kun makes with you, that’s false hope.

You leave the restaurant behind everyone else, crumpling and straightening out the paper in your pocket.

Winwin falls back, stepping in line with you. He doesn’t say anything, but you can feel the question he wants to ask.

“I don’t know if I will call him.”

“He’s cute.” Winwin states. “Flirty. You seem to like that.”

You roll your eyes at him and kick at a pebble. You walk along for a few minutes, the boys ahead of you in their own conversation.

“I’m still…” You pick at your finger-nails. “I don’t feel as bad.”

Winwin nods. “I can tell.”

You pull the paper out. “Still not ready for this.”

“It’s understandable. You liked you-know-who for a while, I’ve had crushes before, and sometimes you need to give it time.” Winwin pats your shoulder, looking at you in earnest. “We understand, but we’re still your friends, and we will make fun of you drastically for being flirted in the middle of a restaurant! I mean, can you believe that?

You shove his shoulder and shake your head.

“You’re a looker,” Winwin hums. “It’s not a surprise.”

The sudden redness of your face makes him start to laugh

Ten walks beside Hendery and Yangyang. He only half-listens to their conversation, too busy eavesdropping on you and Winwin.

You and Winwin try to speak quietly, but he can still hear your hesitance in following through on the waiter’s solicitation. He knows you’re talking about him. Something in his stomach churns. He’s the reason you might turn down that advance. He hasn’t decided if it’s a good or a bad thing.

He’s the one who turned you down. He saw the way you looked at him, how fast your face fell before you recovered, how your voice cracked when you said you were just friends. He’s the one who did that, so why is how close you’ve been with Xiaojun a problem? Why does the way you laugh and smile with Winwin elicit a strange mixture of jealously and happiness? Why, when he went on a date with someone he previously liked and was excited to be with, his mind was full of your smile and the way you always knew what he wanted to say? And when he found out you were at the mall with Lucas, his mind went blank, and he wanted nothing more than to cut off all contact with the person he was with and tell you it meant nothing?

Did you even care? If he told you what his mind was doing to him, would you believe him? Would it matter? Is he only being protective of you as a friend? Does he even deserve a chance with you after completely disregarding what you said before? He didn’t even give your confession a chance back then. Now when you’re finally moving on, and you have the same smile you used to, is he going to strip that away again?

Ten’s walk slows, and Hendery and Yangyang move ahead of him. He doesn’t realize he’s falling behind. He doesn’t know he’s not paying attention.

That is until he’s yanked back by a hand pulling at his jacket hood. He’s knocked back into reality before a telephone pole knocks him out. His eyes focus on the metal he almost ran into, hardly three inches from it.

He looks to his side, seeing your hand still holding on to his jacket. You seem concerned, one eyebrow raised. Your mouth is moving, but it takes him until your question is asked before his mind registers it.

“Wha-”

“Are you okay? Did you hit your head?”

“No.” Ten answers. “No. I was just distracted. Thank you.

“No problem.” You straighten out his jacket and nod your head. “Be careful.”

You start walking with Winwin once more, restarting your previous conversation. Ten shakes his head free of his thoughts. Lucas makes eye contact with him. Ten smiles and plays it off, jogging up to join Kun.

*

“Do you think, if Ten liked you now, you would think about dating him?” Lucas asks.

You look at him with a confused expression, wondering what angle he’s playing. “I don’t want to think about that. It’s not worth it.”

Lucas shrugs. You pull a shirt from the rack to examine it. Lucas shakes his head at the choice, and you put it back.

“It was just a question.”

“I don’t know.” You flick through the different clothes, eyes glossy. “I still have feelings for him, but it’s difficult for me to think he would develop feelings for me. I think I would always question the intention. I don’t know.”

You move to the next rack. It’s an obvious sign.

Lucas picks up the shirt you picked earlier. “I guess the shirt isn’t that bad.”

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Waterloo!

steve harrington x reader

Summary: After witnessing you and a Family Video frequent flirting and connecting over your favourite band, Steve gets jealous and ends up showing you how ABBA should truly be celebrated.

A/N: so hahaha, I have recently been obsessed with Mamma Mia! and Mamma Mia! Here We Go Again, which led me to this fic, which is ONE THOUSAND PERCENT based off of the Waterloo scene from Here We Go Again, because the more I thought about it the more I realized that Steve is like Harry in that sense, so yeah. Here we are.

Song Inspo: Waterloo - ABBA, Waterloo - Hugh Skinner and Lily James (cause you can’t just pick one, m’kay?)

•••••

“Okay, but speaking in terms of the be-all to end-all of questions...”

The boy with the dirty blonde hair and ragged plaid shirt leans over the counter slowly. His blue eyes meet yours and his teeth are bared in a striking smirk. “And just so you know, your answer will determine the future of our relationship...”

You nod with a laugh. “Okay.”

“What’s your favourite ABBA song?”

You snort and shake your head, picking up his rental to ring it through.

He gives you an expectant look, which you respond with a simple shrug and and, “I don’t know.” 

He scoffs playfully. Gliding over to the register with ease he rests his head on his fist. You roll your eyes at the sight before you. If he wasn’t so cute, then you’d be severely turned off by the excessive forwardness.

“Aw, c’mon. Everyone has a favourite.”

After shutting the register with his exact change in it, you cross your arms with a sigh. “Well, if you were as true of an ABBA fan as you say you are, then you’d know that that’s a trick question. Because every ABBA song is good, therefore, they’re all my favourite.”

“Smartass,” he huffs, earning a laugh from you.

Suddenly you hear a loud “shit” come from behind you which grabs your attention from the flirtatious customer to your coworker and friend.

“You alright, Steve?”

He hops out from behind the back wall, a faint blush gracing his cheeks and neck. “Y-yeah. Just got attacked by these goddamn boxes.”

You laugh and look back to the blonde who still hasn’t left. Quirking an eyebrow, you look him up and down.

“You’re still here?”

“Well, yeah.” He shrugs with a shit-eating grin. “Was hoping I’d be able to talk to you a little more.”

“...About?”

He opens his mouth to speak before his eyes flit to the clock above you. “Shit, I gotta go. I have to pick up my little brother and his friends up from the pool.”

He grabs the VHS, before shooting you a wink as he waves goodbye.

It isn’t until after he leaves that you hear a scoff come from your coworker. You frown and spin on the heels of your feet.

“Something wrong, Stevie?”

He rolls his eyes and leans over to pick up the empty boxes he tripped on earlier. “No. Yes...? I don’t know. I guess, it’s just...him?”

Picking up the remaining boxes you follow him to the back. “What do you mean ‘him’?”

“Ah, c’mon he was practically eye-fucking you in the middle of the store. It was—it was gross and icky and...bleh.”

You laugh loudly at that and watch your friends hair bounce with the movement of hauling the cardboard into the large bin. “Bleh?”

“Bleh!” You both walk back to the door, which encourages Steve to hold it open for you. “I mean that’s a total Billy move.”

“Oh, so now he’s not just bleh, he’s a Billy.”

“Yeah,” Steve huffs and runs a hand through his hair. “Meaning he’s a complete and utter dick.”

“Just cause he was flirty?”

“That’s not being flirty that’s called being horny.”

You groan at his words, regardless of the fact that they don’t offend you in the slightest. If anything they amuse you.

You heave yourself on top of the counter, one leg splayed over the countertop and the other swaying idly. He gestures to the sticker gun beside you, which you grab and wave in his direction. “Oh, and you know something about the difference between flirty and horny?”

“Yeah, because I used to be that horny guy.” He snatches the sticker gun out of your hand and begins to wave it around as he walks to the one end of the store.

“Oh, right. Your whole King Steve faze.” You watch him shake his head at your words with a slight frown. You sigh. “King Steve, ruler of the horndogs.”

He laughs, making your plan in lightening up the mood a success.

The silence in the store pulls on for a few seconds before you reach over and turn on the radio—the hum of the static and muffled voices echoing through the building as you switch through the channels before you set it on the desired station.

You lean back and watch your friend move around the store lazily, putting bright pink stickers on the assortment of rentals haphazardly.

You frown as you think (a curse, cause you never seem to stop thinking), and sit up playing with the many woven bracelets on your wrist. “No, but seriously, Steve. What’s your problem with the guy?”

He stops his motions and turns to you. He looks nervous and his chest heaves up and down with trepidation. He opens his mouth to speak, but he pauses. You can practically see the words stuck on the tip of his tongue, before he sighs, mainly to himself, and shoots you a small (and kind of sad) smile.

“He has a favourite ABBA song. No one trustworthy has one favourite ABBA song.”

You laugh at his words, slapping your knee as you keel back to the wall with laughter. He laughs loudly too and tosses the sticker gun and himself on the countertop. He sits opposite of you with his Nike shoe pressing almost perfectly against the sole of your Converse.

You look at the clock and huff. Steve follows your line of sight and his face falls at the sight of the time. “We got a whole half hour left.”

You hum and close your eyes, resting your head against the wall. You stay like that until the radio announcers voice comes through. You open your eyes instinctively, only to see that Steve is already looking at you.

But maybe he wasn’t because with one blink he’s actually looking at the door.  An awkward cough resonates in the back of your throat as you groan.

That’s when the mans voice comes to a slow and the beginning of the next song plays. It takes you a second, but when you recognize the song your ears prick up and a smile graces your face.

Steve eyes you strangely as you grab the knob to turn up the sound. “What? What song is this?”

Your jaw drops in your friends direction. “Uh, Waterloo?”

“Water what?”

You laugh and hop off the counter, your feet already moving to the beat of the song. “Waterloo. It’s an ABBA song.”

“No I know this is ABBA. I’m slow, not stupid.” You cackle and roll your shoulders to the sound of the guitar. “I’ve just never heard it before.”

You grin before grabbing his hands and pulling him to the middle of the store which surprisingly has the most space. You sway both of your arms back in forth, in an attempt to coax him to start moving. An action that he doesn’t take to immediately.

“Aw, c’mon, don’t be a Debbie Downer, Harrington.”

He scoffs. “I am not a Debbie Downer.”

You shake your head and stick your tongue out at him. “Well then, prove it. I mean, didn’t you used to be the funnest man in all of Hawkins?”

“Funnest isn’t a word.”

You gasp. “Wow, look who actually payed attention in English.”

He rolls his eyes and once again runs his hand through his damn hair. He stands there for a second, before a small grin appears on his face. “Also, what do you mean used to be?”

Your jaw drops as he grabs a hold of your arms and spins you around dramatically. You gasp, the breath being knocked out of you suddenly as he holds your arm above you and spins you twice. You laugh as he pulls you back into him, to which he begins to bounce around the space, spinning you every so often—much to your delight.

You gasp after another spin, but by the second verse you’re too caught up into wanting to sing the words then being worried about your lack of oxygen if you do so. “My, my! I tried to hold you back, but you were stronger!”

You spin on your heel away from him, the momentum sending you back into the counter with a laugh. “Oh yeah!” You both sing out.

Then, with a wink and a spin of his body, he uses his hand and slicks his hair back in a Greaser fashion, earning another string of laughter from you. Jumping back to you, your back is pulled into his chest as he holds an arm out and runs forward.

The bun in which you put your hair in is now dangling loosely just below your shoulders, and as he spins you for the nth time, fate would have it that some of your hair gets in his mouth. Steve sputters and makes a face, causing the both of you to erupt in another fit of laughter. Soon, you both are dancing like fools, completely in your own space, yet never too far from the others reach. “Waterloo! Finally facing my Waterloo!”

He takes your hand firmly, spins you and as the song nears the end you almost fall to the ground. However, with Steve’s knee propped up beneath you, he has you dipped and breathless. His eyes are partially closed and as he pulls you up you almost grow dizzy from him dipping you a second time. This time, the dip is more dramatic and your loose hair falls onto the ground in a soft pile, indicating that you’re far lower than the first time. 

“Waterloo!” He sings, finally getting the lyrics to the song.

“Knowing my fate is to be with you.” You finish. The song ends abruptly and both of you are at a loss of breath as you try to tune down the echo of laughter.

It’s at that moment that the sound of a door bell jingling has you both breaking away from each other awkwardly. Still out of breath, you hurriedly rush to the counter and try to smooth down your hair. (Not that you expect that to hide anything with the way your cheeks are so inflamed. If anything, whoever had come in would think that they caught you in Steve in the middle of something else.) 

Your eyes finally focus on the customer, realizing that it’s the same blonde boy from earlier. “Hey, again.” He winks at you, resting his forearm on the countertop.

“Hey,” you say back. Your eyes flit over to Steve, whose back is faced to both of you. He’s already walked to the other side of the store, and the obvious distance he has quickly put between himself and the customer makes you think.

But you don’t have to think too hard as the realization practically hits you over the head. You suddenly grin and look at the counter, the feeling of your cheeks reddening further blooming throughout your upper body.

“So, uh...” the boy in flannel begins, clicking his tongue. “I came back.”

“I see that.” You counter him quickly with a soft smile.

He laughs and runs a hand over his jaw before looking to you. He hesitates. But only for a moment. “I’m tryna’ ask you out, ya know.”

You nod at that. “Yeah, I know.”

He pauses as he bites the inside of his cheek. Suddenly, the air around you two has turned very awkward and you can tell that he knows it.

“So...”

You shrug. “So?”

Shoving his hands in his pockets he moves his shoulders up in question. “So what do you say?”

You look down at your bracelets for a moment before looking back at him with a soft smile. “I’d have to say that I’m flattered. But, uh, no thanks.”

The boys eyes widen, as does Steve’s who’s attention is now on both of you.

The blonde nods and scratches the back of his neck. “Oh...okay then. Thanks for being honest at least.”

You smile at him, which sends the boy back to the door and on his way. You let out the breath you had been holding in and look to Steve who looks just as shocked as the other guy.

“What just happened?”

“I said no to his offer.” You say matter-of-factly as you walk around the counter and closer to your friend. He shifts from foot to foot, his eyes telling you that his brain is going a mile a minute.

“W—why? Why would you say no?”

You quirk an eyebrow at him. “Usually you say no to a date when you don’t want to go on a date. At least, I don’t want to go on a date with him anyway...”

Your voice trails off purposely as you look directly at the boy in question. Steve is still stunned and is still very confused, which makes you want to laugh at his obliviousness.

It’s cute though...his obliviousness.

...He’s cute.

“Steve,” you say lowly. He’s biting his lip, and the slightest hint of worry blooms over his features.

“...Yeah?”

You sigh. “Well I’m trying to imply that I want to go on a date with you...”

If you didn’t know better, you’d say that Steve had stopped breathing. Eliciting a laugh from you, you glide closer to him and look the boy in the eyes. “Steve...did I break you?”

He almost short circuits in a sense and looks at you with disbelief. “You want to go on a date with me?”

You shrug with a nod. “I think it could be fun.”

The poor boy stands there, still in shock. You shake your head and kiss him on the cheek before walking to the counter and grabbing your bag.

“Pick me up at 8 tomorrow at Dustin’s and we’ll go to Dairy Queen or something.”

His eyes and mouth are wide open as his gaze follows you to the door. The door barely closes behind you before you pop your head back in the store. “Oh, also, Steve since you’re the last one in here you gotta’ lock up.” You smile widely at him and run off before he can protest.

But even with the thought of having to lock up present in his mind, Steve doesn’t feel like protesting. When he comes back to his senses he nods to himself with a smile and runs to the back; excitement coursing through him.

•••••

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Office Politics: After Hours Bonding

Finally, I have finished chapter two of Office Politics! I started this chapter almost immediately after I finished my Nayoung oneshot and struggled so much with it the last few months. I really hope you all enjoy the new chapter! Also. Apink counter: 1/6

AFF link: Here

The clacking of computer keys echoes throughout the office. The deadline for the current project is approaching fast, so everyone has been putting in extra hours lately. Tension in the office is the highest that it’s been since you started working here. It’s been two weeks since Seungyeon gave you your final audition. However, because of the importance of the project, your transfer to the acting department is temporarily put on hold. Which Seungyeon is taking full advantage of, pulling you aside for stress relief throughout the day. It’s also been two weeks since you found Eunji standing with Seungyeon’s panties, telling you to be ready. So far, she hasn’t shown any intent to follow-up though.

With a tense groan, you lean back in your chair. Closing your eyes, you pinch the bridge of your nose as you try to relieve some of the strain on your eyes. You take a deep breath as your arms stretch toward the ceiling. After another deep inhale, you open your eyes and look around the office. The clock on the wall across from you catches your attention. 8:45 P.M. As you release another groan, you check to see if anyone else is still here. With the rest of the office dark save for the light at your desk, you decide it’s time to go home. You start to turn off your computer when something bangs on your cubicle. Jumping slightly, you turn to see Eunji slamming her arm on the top of your cubicle. She smiles after seeing your reaction.

“Come on, rookie. We’re going to get something to eat. You’re paying.” Eunji says as she slaps her hand against the wall of your cubicle.

“O-okay.” You stutter, your heart still racing from the surprise.

“Why are you so nervous? It’ll be fun.” Eunji flashes you another smile as she pats your shoulder.

After gently squeezing it, she lightly drags her fingers along your shoulder before pulling her hand away. You finish shutting down your computer as she goes ahead, waiting for you near the door. After gathering the rest of your things, you sling your bag over your shoulder and go to meet the beauty that’s waiting for you.

“Hurry up, rookie,” she calls to you, “All the restaurants are going to close by the time you finish.”

You lightly jog over to her, Eunji is definitely not someone you want to keep waiting. When you finally reach her, she gives you another smile and puts her arm around your shoulder.  There’s no romantic intention behind the action, more like when a drunk guy excitedly leans on you to tell a story. You slightly lower yourself to adjust for the height difference. Eunji laughs at the sight of you hunching over to accommodate her. She takes her arm off your shoulder and punches your arm lightly.

“Come on, I know a good place to eat. You’ll like it. I’ll drive us.” Eunji laughs.

You nod as she gives you another smile.

“Perfect, let’s go,” Eunji slaps your shoulder again. “It’ll be fun.”

As you both walk through parking garage, your eyes can’t help but follow Eunji’s ass as it sways with each step. The tight black skirt she’s wearing fully accentuates her voluptuous hips and you can vaguely make out the outline of her cheeks. Mesmerized by her amazing curves, you’re startled when she stops walking. You look up to see her staring at you. Eunji silently meets your eyes while you gulp nervously. After a few seconds, she turns back around without speaking. As she turns and starts walking, you think you see a small satisfied smile on her face for a second before it disappears. A loud beep bounces off the concrete walls when she unlocks her car. Ducking inside, you make yourself comfortable in the passenger seat as you buckle the seatbelt.

Buildings pass by as Eunji slowly drives throughout the city. Staring out the window at a stoplight, you’re reminded of your nervousness from when you first moved to Seoul. Your anxiousness gave you many sleepless nights. Unable to settle down, you often went for late night walks throughout the city. The countless city lights always managed to calm you for some reason. You snap back to reality as Eunji turns on the car radio.

“Sorry, I hate driving in silence.” Eunji turns and gives you a bright smile.

“That’s fine, I do too.” You smile back.

You’re pleasantly surprised at the difference in her personality. Eunji is always so professional in the office that she almost seems cold, so seeing this friendly and comfortable side of her is refreshing. As she navigates the streets, several songs play with Eunji knowing the words to each one. Her rich voice fills your ears as you silently enjoy this private concert.  Every once in a while, she’ll turn and give you a friendly smile as she sings. Finally pulling into a small parking lot, Eunji puts the car in idle so she can finish the song. After nailing the final high note, she turns to you with a warm smile.

“All right we’re here, let’s go.” Eunji says excitedly as she undoes her seatbelt.

Stepping out of the car, you stretch your arms out as you glance around. After a few seconds of looking around you turn to Eunji, confused.

“Where are we?” You ask.

“The parking lot for my apartment building.” Eunji walks around to your side of the car and puts her hand on your shoulder again.

“What? I thought you said we were getting something to eat?” You tense up nervously.

“The restaurant is around the corner; it doesn’t have any parking so I have to park here anyway,” She says with a cheery laugh. “Come on, I promise you’re gonna love this place.”

Eunji continues her hearty laugh as she drags you around the corner. Upon being pulled into the shop, a barrage of savory scents assaults your nose. The fragrant aromas of spices float into your nostrils as the sound of boiling oil bubbles in the background. Quiet chatter continues around you while Eunji drags you to a table in the back. She pulls you towards a table as you carefully squeeze past other customers. You bow politely as you make your way to the only open table at the far corner of the restaurant.

As you both try to maneuver in the cramped corner of the restaurant, Eunji takes her time scooching past you, her ass pressing against your dick. Even through both of your clothes you can feel the softness of her pillowy ass as it slowly slides across your cock. You try to focus on the scents from the kitchen to prevent yourself from hardening against her ass as you register the faint scent of tea leaves from Eunji’s shampoo. After she finally slips past you, you swiftly take a seat, trying to hide your growing erection under the table. You nervously look around the restaurant, trying to find anything to look at to get rid of your erection.

 “What are you looking around so much for? Have you never been in a chicken restaurant before?” Eunji laughs.

“I have, just not one like this. I normally just go to a chain.”

“Ah. I like this kind of place more; it always tastes better. I usually work pretty late and normally I don’t feel like cooking when I get home. Thankfully this place is open pretty late so I come here fairly often.”

“Fairly often? You’re here almost every day,” A voice says as you turn to see an older woman next to your table. “This is the first time you’ve brought anyone else at all though, much less a man.”

“Stop it, Auntie,” Eunji whines to your surprise. “Rookie, this is Auntie Park, she owns the restaurant. Auntie Park, this is the new rookie at my office.”

“It smells amazing, Mrs. Park,” You say bowing politely. “I’ll take whatever you recommend.”

“I’ll take the usual.” Eunji turns to Mrs. Park.

“All right, it’ll be out soon.” Mrs. Park gives you a friendly smile before walking back to the kitchen.

After a few minutes, both of you are digging into the best chicken you’ve ever eaten. A mixture of spices dances across your tongue with each bite. As you savor the incredible taste, the bell attached to the door chimes as someone walks in. Turning to look, your eyes are met with a gorgeous girl holding a delivery carrier. You’re admiring her amazing body when she notices your staring. She brushes her blonde hair behind her ear and gives you a flirtatious wink. You awkwardly wave to her when you feel a sudden crashing pain in your leg.

“Ow. What was that for?” You exclaim as you turn back to Eunji.

Eunji frowns and kicks your leg again. It should have been obvious from her figure, but you never realized how strong her legs are as you rub your calf.

“That second one is because you don’t know what the first one is for. Come on, we’re leaving and you need to go pay.” Eunji gets up and grumpily walks out the door.

After paying Mrs. Park and thanking her for the food, you follow Eunji out the door and stop in your tracks to see her standing there, staring at the night sky. The street light softly glows over her body as a slow breeze blows her hair forward from the back. She gently tucks her shoulder length hair behind her ear as she turns to you. You’ve always known she is attractive, but this scene is really showcasing just how beautiful Eunji actually is. She turns and walks to you, stopping as close as she can get to you without touching you.

“We’re going upstairs to my apartment now.” She says flatly.

“Why? It’s not too late, I’m sure the taxis are still running.” You say as you pull out your phone to call a cab.

“Because I’m gonna fuck your brains out.”

Your brain stops functioning as you stare at her blankly.

“What?”

“I said I’m gonna fuck your brains out. I told you to be ready.” Eunji takes another step closer to you.

“That was several weeks ago, I just figured you changed your mind.”

“I’m not a slut like Team Leader Seungyeon. I’m not going to have sex with you in the office randomly throughout the day during work hours. We’ve been busy with the project so I haven’t had time to set things up. But I’m not going to waste my chance tonight. Now get upstairs so I can ride you so hard that you won’t be able stand properly.”

Before you can say anything, Eunji is already pulling you towards her apartment. Your mind is racing as you both rush up the steps of her building. You can’t wait to experience the sensation of her amazing ass in your hands. After unlocking the door, she pushes you inside as you trip over the small landing. As you pick yourself up Eunji stares at you with such intense eye contact, you suspect she’d give Seungyeon a run for her money. She grabs your hand and drags you down the hall into her bedroom. When you finally get inside, she turns and looks into your eyes again.

“Strip.” She commands.

Not wasting a single second, you immediately drop your pants and boxers down to the floor. Kicking them into a nearby corner, you take off your shirt and throw it on top of the rest of your clothes. Eunji walks over and gently grasps your dick. Looking into your eyes, she gives your cock soft measured strokes. She wraps one hand behind your neck and pulls you down, slowly leaning in for a kiss. Deciding to tease you as you lean in, Eunji gives your lips a quick lick before pulling back. Continuing to provoke you, she repeats her process of leaning in and denying you a kiss by giving you quick kisses almost everywhere but your lips. Your chin, your cheeks, your nose, any place near your mouth that isn’t your lips. Finally having her fun, Eunji leans in but stops right in front of your mouth.

“I want you to lay on my bed and close your eyes.” Eunji whispers, her warm breath tickling your lips.

You quickly plop on top of her bed with your head on her pillow, excitedly thinking about what’s going to happen. Quiet rustling and soft metal clinks fill her bedroom with anticipation. The excitement dies slightly as you feel her lift your arms and slide something cold onto your wrists. You frown as a series of small metal clicks registers in your ears. Your frown deepens as the sensations and sounds repeat at your ankles.

“You can open your eyes now.”

After hearing Eunji’s sultry voice, you open your eyes to find yourself handcuffed to her bedposts. Lightly pulling against the cuffs, the cold metal strafes against your wrists. You try to close your legs, only for your handcuffed ankles to keep them spread. Upset at the denial of being able to feel her soft flesh, you turn to Eunji to complain only to be stunned by the beauty of her naked body standing at the end of the bed. Your eyes slowly travel up her shapely legs with wide hips that perfectly accentuate her bountiful ass. The tight toned stomach she spent so many hours achieving at the gym leads up to her perky breasts. With her short black hair beautifully framing her face, Eunji gives you a teasing smile as she sees the desperate lust on your face.

“There we go, that’s a good look in your eyes. I want you to call me Mommy.” Eunji demands.

“What?” You reply with a surprised look.

“If you call me Mommy, I’ll help you out with that growing problem of yours down there. So, do you want me, rookie?” Eunji asks in a seductive whisper.

“Yes, I do.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I want you Mommy.” You plead.

“Good, that’s what I wanted to hear.” Eunji gives you another mischievous smile.

She softly climbs on the bed, slowly crawling into the empty space between your spread legs. Stopping before your crotch, Eunji slowly spreads her legs out in a way that avoids touching any part of you. With a lustful stare, she looks into your eyes as she slowly caresses her breasts. Eunji bites her lip seductively as she softly squeezes her tits. A few quiet moans make their way out of her mouth as she slowly slides one hand down her stomach. Her fingers gently reach down her crotch, gently rubbing her pussy. She pauses briefly, giving a slow long lick from her palm to her finger tips before returning her hand to her soft pussy.

“Tell me what you wanted to do to me.” Eunji commands.

“First, I wanted to take my time exploring your body. Start off by kissing you, savoring your taste as our tongues entwine with each other. Slowly make my way down and worship your tits, sucking and biting on your soft nipples.” You admit.

As you begin describing what you had planned, Eunji gradually increases how fast she rubs her pussy. Between the sight of this gorgeous woman masturbating in front of your cock, and the fantasies of your thoughts, you quickly feel your erection harden completely.

“Keep going.” She hisses in a pleasured whisper.

“Then I was going to move down and eat you out after giving your soft thighs a few kisses. Run my tongue all over your folds, licking and slurping up all your juices. Gently pulling on your lips before slowly swirling my tongue around your clit.”

“Oh fuck.”

“Then I’d flip you over and rail you from behind, with your amazing ass slapping against my body. After a while I would turn you back over into missionary and finish my last few thrusts while kissing you. I’d reach underneath and squeeze your ass, feeling it jiggle in my hands as I cum inside you.”

Eunji stares into your eyes again as she gradually slows down rubbing her pussy.

“Unfortunately for you, only one of those things is happening. The only part that will be happening tonight is that you WILL be cumming inside me.”

Your cock visibly throbs from the thought of cumming inside Eunji. Upon seeing your dick twitch, she flashes a mischievous smirk as she slowly crawls up your body. Her silky skin lightly grazes your shaft as she drags her body against yours. The feeling of her soft pussy brushing against you causes your dick to twitch again, lightly bumping against her cunt. As she finally brings her face in front of yours, she gives a triumphant smile. Eunji knows that she’s completely dominant over you and that you’ll do almost anything to feel her body. She leans in, hovering her lips barely above yours. You reach up to kiss her, only for her to pull back and put her finger over your lips.

“Sorry rookie, as punishment for earlier. there will be no kissing tonight.” She teases.

Finally realizing that she kicked you out of jealousy for checking out the delivery girl, you frown at how much Eunji is teasing you. Noticing your frown, she gives a soft giggle before leaning and whispering in your ear.

“Maybe if you’re a good boy and satisfy me enough, I’ll give you a kiss as a reward,” Eunji whispers before softly nibbling your ear. “But for now, no kisses for you.”

As you contemplate how you’re supposed to be good enough when you’re chained up, Eunji turns around and straddles your face. Her sculpted thighs surround your head as she slowly grinds her pussy into your face. Thankful to finally have some part of her body to interact with, your tongue darts up and aggressively licks her pussy. Your tongue slowly runs over her folds as her soft cunt slides against your lips. Sweet juices slowly trickle onto your face as your mouth explores her crevices. You flick the tip of your tongue against her folds, savoring as much of her taste as you can. You manage to hear a muffled moan through her thick thighs that are covering your ears as her body shifts.

Eunji falls forward, resting her body along yours as she lightly grasps your dick. Your cock twitches from her warm breath as she gives your shaft slow deliberate strokes. She squirms as your tongue continues to massage her wet cunt. You softly suck on one of her folds, pulling on it as tightens her grip on your dick. Her warm tongue slowly slides along your shaft, the sensation shooting a jolt of pleasure throughout your body. Your toes clench as Eunji wraps her tongue around your dick. A soft groan barely escapes your lips before the sound is absorbed by her pussy.

Trying not to be a selfish lover, you struggle to keep your focus on Eunji’s wet pussy as she slurps on your dick. She slowly takes your tip into her mouth, playfully pushing it past her lips before taking it back out of her mouth. Her tongue slowly massages the tip of your dick, tickling it gently. As you explore the valleys of her pussy with your tongue, Eunji’s soft lips slide down your shaft to the base. Your senses are overwhelmed as your tip hits the back of her throat. You slip your tongue inside her pussy as she aggressively bobs her head on your cock.

Your tongue gropes the soft walls of her cunt as Eunji squirms against your face. She messily slurps on your dick, strands of saliva streaming down the sides. Swirling her tongue around your tip, her blowjob goes into overdrive as she starts bouncing her pussy onto your face. Her wet cheeks constrict your cock as her lips glide up and down your shaft. You desperately try to reciprocate the pleasure, but you find yourself immersed in the ecstasy of Eunji’s blow job as you slowly stop licking her pussy. About to cum, your tip twitches in her mouth as her warm spit drowns your dick in pleasure. Without warning, Eunji slips your dick out of her mouth, releasing the tip with a resounding pop. She lifts her pussy off of your face, turning around with a disappointed frown.

“That’s not good. I can’t be the only one giving pleasure.” Eunji scolds.

“I’m sorry-“ You start before she cuts you off.

“You’re sorry, what?”

“I’m sorry mommy. Your blow job just felt so good that I couldn’t focus on anything else.”

“That’s no good. Mommy is going to have to punish you now.”

Eunji crouches on top of your dick, her pussy just barely grazing against your tip. The soft lips of her cunt lightly brush against your tip as she slowly rocks back and forth. She continues to tease your cock, squatting right over it but refusing to put it inside. Frustrated that she continues to gently rub against your dick, a frown spreads across your face. Your desperation to be inside her written all over your face, Eunji gives you a smug smirk before slamming herself onto your cock. A loud groan leaves your throat as the sudden tightness overwhelms you. You’re afraid you’ll cum as soon as Eunji starts to move, but you look up to see her relishing over your expressions. She leans down in front of your face again, her breasts pressing against your chest.

“That’s a nice expression you have there. Am I so tight that you’re going to cum already?” Eunji asks, smiling seductively.

“I’m trying not to because mommy wouldn’t like that, right?” You groan.

Eunji’s smile grows at your response as her soft walls squeeze your shaft. She gives your cheek a soft kiss before leaning to whisper in your ear.

“That’s a good answer. Now for another question: who is tighter, Seungyeon or mommy?”

“Mommy is the tightest.” You instantly blurt out.

Eunji blinks, apparently surprised at your immediate response. After a brief second, her smirk returns as she slowly grinds on your dick.

“I thought I was going to have force you to say that. Interesting.” She muses.

Thankfully in the few seconds your answers gave you, you grew accustomed to her tightness so you don’t cum right away. Her velvety walls constrict your cock as they slowly push it back and forth. Seeing you squirm in pleasure from her grinding, Eunji gives you a goading smile. She raises her hips, slowly taking you out until just your tip remains inside her.

“Do you like being inside mommy?” She teases.

“Yes, you feel so amazing.”

Pleased with your answer, Eunji slams herself back onto your dick. A pleasured gasp exits your lungs as her delectable body ripples from the impact. She leans in front of your face again, her beautiful smile hovering right in front of you. Her tantalizing lips teasing you by staying just out of reach. Eunji slowly lifts her hips so only your tip is inside her again. With a mischievous smile, she starts circling her hips with the head of your cock barely remaining in her. The tight warmth of her pussy pressures your tip. You wince as you feel your tip begin to swell.

“Does that feel good, rookie?” Eunji asks playfully.

“It feels too good. If you’re not careful, I might cum too fast.” You warn.

“Go ahead rookie. It will help you last longer for the next round.”

Increasing her speed, Eunji continues to circle her hips with your tip inside her. The velvety walls of her entrance constrict your dick as she lowers her hips slightly. With your shaft now halfway inside her, her movements tug and pull on your cock. You frown as she takes out everything except your tip again. Even though you desperately want more, her hot cunt pleasures your tip. A groan escapes your mouth as you feel your dick swell again. She must have felt it too, because Eunji gives you another teasing smile.

“That’s it. Cum inside mommy. Fill me up.” She says, trying to hide her small moans.

Without warning, she slams herself on your cock again. The overwhelming tightness of her cunt combined with the sensation of her soft ass rippling against your thighs gives Eunji everything she wants. Your tip throbs from the extreme pleasure as intense streams of cum shoot out into her depths. A small shudder makes its way over your body as thick ropes of cum continue to erupt out of you. After one last forceful spurt, the two of you remain motionless as you catch your breath. A moment of silence passes before Eunji speaks again.

“That was a lot of cum. I can feel how deep it went.” Eunji says in a tone you can’t decipher.

“I didn’t mean to cum so fast, you just felt so good mommy.” You apologize.

“It’s fine. Like I said, it just helps you last longer for round two. Which starts right now.”

To make sure that you’re ready to go, Eunji turns around without taking your cock out of her. Your vision now focused on her heavenly ass; you find yourself fully erect again. You feel your tip press against the ceiling of her cunt as you stare in awe at her gigantic ass. It’s huge, but also toned from all her time at the gym. She slowly raises her hips again, her massive ass jiggling at even the slightest movement. Your tip throbs inside her and Eunji takes it as a cue, piercing herself on your cock. Her pillowy ass crashes against your waist. The soft flesh of her ass ripples along your skin, a sensation so incredible you think you might cum again already. Thankfully, your body has grown accustomed to the intense pressure of her tight cunt. As she slowly bounces on your dick, the only thing you’re able to do is moan.

“Fuck. You’re so tight mommy.” You groan.

“Do you like seeing mommy’s ass bounce on your cock?” Eunji teases.

“I do, watching it shake like this is so hot.”

“I can feel how hard you’re getting inside me. You’re so fucking big.” She moans.

Suddenly, Eunji gets off your dick crawls off the bed. She spends a few seconds noisily looking through her nightstand before returning to you.

“I think that’s enough punishment for tonight.”

Slowly making her way to each of your arms and legs, Eunji unlocks the restraints. As the last feeling of cold metal falls off you, you sit up and rub your wrists. You look into her eyes and an understanding passes between you. Knowing that you’re now free to do what you want to her body fills you with a new kind of hunger. With an aggressive lunge, you flip Eunji onto all fours with her giant ass staring up at you. Suddenly a thought flashes through your mind and a mischievous smile spreads across your face.

“I don’t think it is enough punishment. After all, you didn’t uncuff me for me.” You say, raising your hand.

“What do you-“ Eunji gasps, your palm striking against her ass cheek before she finishes her sentence.

“You uncuffed me for you. If I was cuffed like that, I couldn’t make you feel as good as you need me to make you feel.”

You slap her ass again with moderate force. Having never spanked before, you didn’t realize how tricky it is. Clearly you don’t want to hurt her, but you also don’t want it to be weak. Judging from Eunji’s whimpering reactions, you’re using just the right amount. Without warning, you plunge your cock into her cunt.

“Oh fuck.” She screams.

Another moan escapes her lips as your hand slaps her ass again. The silky flesh of her ass ripples against your hand as your cock twitches inside her. Her hot cunt clamps around your dick, the tight walls pressuring your shaft. You smirk as your payback is clearly effective against her. As Eunji tries to back against you, you slip your dick out of her. Turning back to look at you, you notice that she’s frowning and you know you’ve almost won. Your cock drenched with her fluids, you slowly slide it up and down against the lips of her pussy.

“Call me daddy.”

“What?” Eunji exclaims.

“It’s simple. If you want this dick as bad as I think you do, you’ll say it Otherwise I’m more than happy to just go home. Now. Call me daddy.” You tease.

You hear her mumble something under breath.

“I can’t hear you.” You spank her ass again.

“I… daddy…” She grumbles.

“What did you say?” Your palm strikes against her jiggling flesh once again.

“I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME DADDY.” Eunji moans at the top of her lungs.

With a triumphant smile, you slam your dick into her wet pussy. Her needy screams bounce off the walls of her bedroom as her cunt clings to your shaft. No longer caring about pacing or domination, your goal is just to fuck Eunji as hard as you can. You slap both of her ass cheeks with your hands and squeeze them aggressively. The soft sensation of her skin fills your hands as her gigantic ass heaves with every thrust.

“Harder, daddy.” Eunji begs desperately.

As you mercilessly piston inside her, you’re honestly surprised at the role reversal from Eunji. Not twenty minutes ago she was so confident and demanding, relishing the control she had over you. Now here she is, frantically begging for your cock and arousing you in a way you’ve never experienced. You slide your hands off her ass and tightly squeeze her hips as you pound away at her cunt. Her slick walls cling to your cock, tugging and pulling along your shaft. Your breathing starts to hasten as you become more aggressive with every thrust.

“Fuck. You’re so fucking deep. Keep fucking me just like this daddy.” Eunji whines needily.

With no intention of stopping, you continue your violent thrusting into her pussy. The harshness of your animalistic slams takes its toll on Eunji as she collapses onto her elbows. Bending over her back as you ram into her, you feel yourself losing control as her plump ass continues to ripple and jiggle against your waist. You frantically ram your dick into her depths, pumping into her with all the strength and speed you can. The immense pressure from Eunji’s hot cunt intensifies and you know you don’t have much time left. You decide to take your final thrusts and punish her one last time. Suddenly stopping your thrusts, you smile as she turns around.

“Why did you stop? I’m almost there.” She whines.

Eunji squirms on your cock, desperately trying to bring herself to orgasm.

“So am I. I want you to beg me for it. Beg me for my cum.” You demand.

“Please fuck me. Fill me with your fucking cum daddy.” She cries out.

“Well, since you asked so nicely.”

You slam into the depths of her cunt. It only takes a few more thrusts into her heavenly body to bring you close to the edge again. The entire situation is a perfect storm of ecstasy. The tightness of her drenched pussy as her velvety walls tug on your cock. Her enormous ass crashing and rippling against your waist. The cacophony of her needy moans combined with the sounds of both of your flesh slapping into each other. With all the strength you can muster, you give one final violent thrust as your tip throbs against the ceiling of her cunt.

Your combined moans fill the bedroom as the feeling of ecstasy overwhelms the tip of your dick. A mixture of fluids fills her cunt as her juices soak your shaft. At the same time, thick streams of cum erupt out of your cock, flooding into the deepest parts of Eunji’s pussy. With a shrill moan, her body trembles violently against yours, her tight walls constricting your cock. Her cunt tightens hungrily around your dick, trying to pull as much semen out of you as you have in you. The two of you slowly begin to wind down from orgasm as several blasts of your seed surge into her cunt. One final ropey stream of semen spurts out of your cock and you both collapse onto the bed. Your cock slipping out of her, you watch as a monstrous amount of cum flows out of Eunji’s pussy. She turns and gives you a smile as she uses her fingers to push it back inside her.

“That was amazing, rookie.” She says, still trying to catch her breath.

“You felt so fucking incredible, Eunji.” You pant as you position yourself so you’re lying next to her.

With another smile, Eunji leans in and finally gives you the kiss you were so desperate for earlier. Her soft lips gently press against yours. You feel yourself start to stiffen again, but just as you go to stick your tongue in her mouth, she pulls away. She gives you a teasing smile and you both know you’re thinking the same thing. The two of you take a small reprieve to get up and grab your cellphones. After you both send a message, you smile at each other before quickly returning to bed.

You swore the elevator ride was never this long. Thoughts flood your mind as you nervously tap the outside of your pants pockets. You’re anxious about Seungyeon’s reaction. While you clearly didn’t flat out say it, between the timing and your position title, it’s extremely obvious that you and Eunji called out yesterday to fuck all day. The second you step off the elevator, you can feel it in the air. A tension so heavy that it’s almost suffocating. As you walk into the lobby, every fiber of your being screams at you to run. Turning the corner and stepping into the office; you see Seungyeon waiting for you, the anger radiating off her body. You swallow nervously, figuring that she’s angry that Eunji and you missed work yesterday to fuck all day. Before you can say anything, Seungyeon storms up to you and pushes a piece of paper into your chest.

“Box up your things.” She says in a firm tone, trying to hide just how angry she actually is.

You’re shocked. You miss one day and she’s firing you? As your mind races, you go to speak but nothing comes out. Seungyeon reads the confusion on your face and her expression softens slightly from worry.

“You’re not fired. Report to the 14th floor. Your temporary transfer to the acting department has been finalized. You’ll be there for two months for training.”

A sigh of relief rushes out of your mouth. You’re not fired. Not yet anyway. You quickly pack up your things and leave your desk. Upon returning to the lobby, you turn for one last look before you report to your new posting. After a quick glance, you turn the corner again. Stepping onto the elevator, you quietly press the button for the 14th floor. As you slowly climb to the 14th floor, you reflect on everyone’s reactions. Eunji and Hyejeong didn’t appear to be bothered at all and Mina was too busy trying to reach her deadline. Seungyeon was the only one that showed any kind of emotion about your transfer. Before you can process what that means, the doors ding and you’re greeted by a beautiful woman you’ve seen countless times on the screen. A sleek black skirt clings to her hips as a tight white button-up hugs her sizable chest. She gives you a teasing smile upon seeing you stare at her body.

“Hi there. Welcome to the acting department. I’m Han Bo Reum and I’ll be in charge of your training. I look forward to getting to know you.”

[sconnie-doesnt-know]

Chapter 1

Characters - Ransom, assorted OCs, Reader

Word Count - 3100

Warnings - Drinking, language

A/n - Welcome to my Ransom series! I am so excited to play with this character. Long term, there will be angst, and fluff, and smut, which you won’t need to wait long for, I promise. Here’s the intro. I hope you like it. There’s mostly set-up this chapter and of course, an unforgettable introduction to our sweater-loving heartbreaker. 

I appreciate feedback. If there are errors, please let me know. Line dividers used were made by @firefly-graphics​

Series Masterlist 

Job hopping isn’t at the top of your to-do list, but if life had shown you anything lately, it is that you need some changes. 

Whitney leans hard into the bar in front of her, elbows resting just right to push her tits together as she tries for the bartender’s attention. She doesn’t look at you as she talks, but so far she seems to still be paying attention, “So how late were you to the interview?”

The lump in your stomach had still not settled after the disaster from the afternoon. 

“I was almost an hour late. I got off on the wrong exit and still have no clue how to circle back through the construction the way you do.”

“Yikes,” she says as she waves and gets a nod from the bartender in return. 

At last there’s hope and liquor finally on the horizon.

“Yeah, I shouldn’t have even bothered. I think he still gave me the interview as a joke.”

“Well. Fuck it.” She shrugs and handles the drinks.

She pays the bartender, throwing in a wink for good measure, then hands you your glass. She does a slow spin as she takes in the scene, nodding to herself. 

“You know what? I like this place!” Whitney shouts into your ear, hopping from foot to foot in a drunken attempt to dance to the pop ballad blasting through the speakers. 

You look around the unfamiliar bar, not really focusing on anything, but trying to find some point of interest. The evening so far has been a dull combination of mixed drinks and bar hopping as you and your friend look for a place with a “good vibe” as Whitney described it. She zeroed in on this place that looks like a misplaced supper club and dragged you in.

“Yeah!” you agree, honestly not caring enough to have much of an opinion.

“Stop it,” Whit hisses.

“Stop what?”

“You’re pouting. We’re supposed to be having fun and you’re pouting!” Whitney whines before jabbing herself with the straw in her glass. 

You’re supposed to be her fun, party friend and you’re doing a terrible job of filling the role as of late.

“I know. I just hate that on top of everything, I have to avoid our bar because of The Ex.” You didn’t dare speak his name.

“You wanna go back? Fight for it? We can go there, I don’t care,” Whitney looks at you with barely concealed excitement, always anxious to stir up shit.

“Nope.” You stare into your drink, watching the level go down until you start to slurp on nothing but air. “More drinks.”

“More drinks!” Whit shouts, arms flailing and barely missing a passing cocktail waitress. “Whoa! Sorry!”

The blonde turns around, her face quickly changing from annoyance to surprise, “Whitney?!”

“Michelle!” your friend squeals before pulling her into a clumsy hug. “I didn’t know you worked here.”

You block them out as they catch up, not having any idea what they are going on about. It’s weird to be somewhere different, a new crowd, different atmosphere, brighter lights and lighter drinks. Just like starting over, like moving. Again.

At least you hadn’t lost Whit in the break-up. Shit, it wasn’t even really a break-up. It was you finding out how things were and being unwilling to put yourself in the middle of that shitshow. It wouldn’t lead to anything but emotional eating and long fights. 

So, as Whit suggested, on to new hunting grounds.

“Yeah! We’ll be there,” you hear her say as you tune back in to their conversation.

The waitress, Michelle, looks you over, “Oh? Yeah, you come too.”

You give her a quick smile back then look to your friend to find out what she just agreed to after she walks back to the bar.

���Alright, so I knew her in school. We’re gonna go with her to another friend’s place. She’s texting me the address now.”

“Okay,” you answer, though she misses your lack of enthusiasm as she checks her phone for the info. You make your way to the bar for a refill and start to hope the rest of the night goes quickly.

It’s a small party in a spacious condo, more of a gathering really because that’s what adults do, you remind yourself.  Michelle arrived at the same time as you and Whitney so she guided you inside.

Entering into the bright kitchen, a small group surrounds a kitchen island holding drinks and bottles. A few of them turn as the three of you enter, surprise showing on their faces and assorted exclamations of “No shit” and “Where the hell you been?” being shouted to Whitney and Michelle. You stand back to let them share hugs and flick your hand in an awkward wave as you get introduced to the group, names being called out without any real way for you to identify who’s who.

“Drinks?” someone asks.

“Yes,” you hiss. “Please,” you tack on at the end to hide the desperation for something to help get you through the night.

The guy looks taken aback, but nods and goes to the fridge to grab a bottle for each of you, popping off the tops before passing them out.

“Anyway…” their conversation picks back up. Whitney and Michelle jump in easily from time to time and the group forms a loose circle along the counters and the island. You lean back, not quite completing the circle, but not outside of it either. Your eyes move from person to person as they talk and add to the stories. It sounds like they are reminiscing about what they got up to while attending the university, but no one bothers to explain and you don’t ask. 

Every now and again you find yourself nodding or tossing out a response, but otherwise not adding much to the conversation and realizing how long it’s been since you reached out to your old friends. Trying and failing to remember your last contact. Keeping in touch was never one of your strong suits.

Listening as they talk, their lives sound so far beyond where yours has stalled out, adventures past what you could imagine. That helpful inner voice reminds you that you don’t belong here. It’s more than just being a tag-along friend. There’s a twisting in your gut urging you to leave, suddenly feeling as though they are watching you, judging you, picking you apart and hating the imposter among them. 

Looking over at Whitney, she’s clearly having a great time and won’t be ready to go any time soon. It makes you worry how long she’ll want to stick around or if you can talk her into getting another ride home so you can cut out of there before you can get embarrassed.

You take a step back, leaning against the counter, zoning out of the conversation and figuring out your exit, and regretting the drinks that are now delaying said exit strategy. 

One of the guys from the group breaks away and makes his way toward you, making you press yourself further into the cabinets behind you to allow him to squeeze past, but instead he stops next to you, head tilted toward you and letting his brown hair fall over his forehead.

“Why are you so quiet?”

Heat rushes to your cheeks as you look at him, then quickly look away because jesus christ he’s handsome - like, model handsome, but it’s even more embarrassing to get flustered right to his face. In the extra seconds you take to answer he huffs out a laugh and settles in next to you.

“I, uh, I don’t know anyone,” you finally eek out.

“Well, talking to people usually helps.”

You hum an agreement, eyes flickering over to the group just a few feet away and catching a few people giving the two of you side-eyed glances, but not much else. “I don’t want to interrupt and I don’t really mind just observing.”

“So what? You just like watching other people talk?” he gestures with his glass to the group. You look up in time to catch two of them making lewd gestures at each other and laugh awkwardly.

“Sometimes? I just don’t feel the need to say anything if I don’t have something to actually contribute to the conversation.”

“Huh,” he responds, then takes a sip of his drink. 

You brave a better look at him, admiring his profile and talking yourself down from cartoon heart-eyes. Begging yourself to not linger too long on his shoulders, the way you can just scent his cologne and it’s delightfully masculine, his model-perfect face...and absolutely failing. No doubt if someone was looking at you they could see the awe and lust on your face from being in such close proximity to someone this good looking. Then - then he smirks. It’s a tiny lift of the corner of his mouth and it makes your breath hitch. His eyes are gleaming with excitement, then he opens his mouth, his tone and volume demanding immediate attention.

“Hey, remember when Eric fucked Whit last fall? When was that, Thanksgiving weekend?”

You whip your head over to see Whitney’s jaw drop. The guy you assume is Eric freezes with his arm around another girl’s shoulders while her face steadily grows beet red and eyes go wet with tears. Everyone else stares between you and the man next to you, looking at you as though you conspired and causing you to shrink in on yourself.

“What?” the girl under Eric’s arm whimpers. Looking between the two of them while everyone else remains frozen. “Eric, I thought you went to your family cabin?”

“Oh yeah,” the guy next to you answers, “I forgot she didn’t know.”

His tone implies he’s anything but sorry and within seconds there is more shouting and Eric charges over to shout in his face.

You slide over, attempting to avoid the fray and trying to figure out what the hell just happened. Your heart pounds and heat still burns at the tips of your ears and across your chest.

After a few moments the high-pitch screaming of the girl fades as she makes her way to the door, Eric shouting after her and following, the others shouting each other down as they try to de-escalate and yet the instigator just stands there with a smile on his face. After the front door slams he turns to look at you, catching you staring at him and he winks.

“How’s that for something to contribute?” he mutters, obviously only meant for you.

“That was a dick move, Hugh,” Whitney spits at him.

He squints with obvious annoyance. “Feeling guilty for fucking your friend’s boyfriend?” he challenges.

She stares him down, but doesn’t last long, turning back to her drink and the rest of the group, “She’s not really my friend, anyway.”

A few others agree with her, the others shrug, and you’re left gaping at the whole scene, unable to understand what just happened. The guy next to you, Hugh, moves so suddenly that you flinch, making him chuckle.

“Lighten up, sweetheart. Life’s more fun when you let loose.” He tips his head back to finish his drink and walks back to the group, leaning over the countertop and continuing like nothing odd had happened. 

Whitney goes and makes herself comfortable in a recently vacated spot. Looking on for a while,  you try to sort out the dynamics of everyone there, but it’s not easy to determine who’s who in the group just yet. 

Their half-shouted stories start to wear on you, so you find yourself zoning out and deciding to take the opportunity to give yourself a little tour.

“So. Still not talking?”

“Jesus!” you hiss when the sudden intrusion makes you jump. The guy from earlier, Hugh, had snuck up next to you, a mischievous grin on his face and pink flush on his cheeks.

“Working up to it, I guess,” you breathe out, willing your racing heart to calm down. You look around, trying to find something else to look at so that you don’t have to look him in the eyes and bee-line for the bookshelf to look over the titles. They’re disappointing.

“So whose place is this? Whitney never bothered to introduce me.” You point back through the doorway, gesturing to the group at the table.

“She’s like that,” he notes.

“Yeah, she is,” you agree and step into his space, suddenly feeling too loose-limbed and loose-lipped from the earlier drinks. But he doesn’t seem bothered.

“Does it matter?” You feel his eyes scan you as he asks.

“Well, it’s not your place, is it?” you check. After he shakes his head no, you pull out a book and make a face, one hundred percent openly judging the owner on their taste. “He’s probably a pretentious snob, so I guess not.”

His eyes scrunch up and crinkle while he throws his head back in a laugh. 

“How’d you figure that?” he asks, tilting his head and watching you over the rim of his glass as he takes a drink.

“Look around. Plus, you’ve met Whitney, right?” you tease.

As though she hears you talking about her, Whitney turns around and looks at the two of you. She calls your name, demanding that you join her. Then her eyes land on the man next to you, “Ransom, you too!”

“I thought your name was Hugh,” you sigh.

“Only the help calls me that,” he says with an eye roll, “And people who wanna piss me off.”

Internally you gawk, but try to keep a calm exterior as you panic to figure out how to backtrack on your ‘pretentious snob’ comment, no doubt offending someone who says ‘the help’ in such a tone.

“Oh, I’m sorry...you know I probably shouldn’t have said-” is all you’re able to get out, though. He places a hand at the small of your back, shushing you with a finger raised to his own lips.

“C’mon,” he says as he guides you back to the group. His hand stays fixed on your lower back for the rest of the night. His warm palm pressing against your skin and fingertips flexing and gripping almost possessively. It leaves you on edge as you try to focus on anything else, basically begging your brain to focus on anything at all and completely failing. 

Sometime in the early hours of the morning everyone starts to disperse, Whitney hangs off of you as you make your way back to the car. Ransom makes his way to his vehicle. You put your hand up in an awkward wave, he nods and winks in response then closes his door after climbing inside, bringing an end to the evening.

Whitney manages to drag you out for a much less memorable night the next evening. When Monday arrives, you swear to yourself to not waste a weekend on a hangover like that again. You squint as you try to face away from the bright sun, fingers playing with a dead leaf beside you on the bench. 

The weekdays are usually reserved for being dull. For going to work, listening to your co-worker, Carrie, talk about bathroom remodeling and in-law drama. For doing adult things like sleeping normal hours, laundry, getting tires replaced on the car. Some free time is spent searching for jobs, but so far that’s still been fruitless. Anyone who didn’t know you better would assume you pass for an acceptable adult your age, not someone just barely hanging on. 

“You gotten laid lately?” Carrie, asks before sipping on her coffee. You snort at the abrupt question. There aren’t many secrets between you.

“Why should I tell you?”

“Because! I have to live through you since I am an old, married broad. I don’t go out and have fun and fuck bartenders anymore.”

“Anymore? You never did,” you snort. She married her high school sweetheart, the only man she ever kissed, touched, and fucked. What a concept.

“Exactly!” she practically yells. “Sooo?”

It had been a while, well, aside from that one night you went home late with a bartender named Jeff, but he got hit with whiskey dick as soon as you hit the sheets and the night was a bust. She had laughed her ass off when you told her about that disaster.

“No. Nothing lately. Trying to be careful. You know that.” You respond less kindly than you usually would, hoping that she will drop the subject. Gratefully, she’s smarter than some and does just that, but you don’t miss the look. “I mean, I did meet a guy, but it wasn’t really anything. Didn’t even exchange numbers.”

“Good. I just worry about you, you know?” She meant well as she had listened to all your stories, from the one-nighters to the heartbreak. She’d warned you to be cautious with The Ex, but you didn’t really listen.

“Yeah. Thanks. I just...Well, nevermind. I’m not going there because it’s nothing I haven’t said before. I’m not getting into all of it right now.” You take a deep breath before you start to really ramble. You have no idea how much time has passed, but decide it’s enough, “Break time’s up. Gotta get back.”

She nods and walks with you back inside, feeling a tinge of guilt for not telling her about your next job interview later in the week, hoping you can still hang onto her friendship when she’s not your co-worker.

The remainder of the week passes uneventfully. Only Friday afternoon is broken up by a text from Whitney reminding you about going out that night. As though you’ve done anything different for the last few months. You scroll through your contacts, ignoring the nagging reminders to call your family, and that you need to send your regrets for yet another baby shower. Seeing The Ex still in the contact list stops you, a little warning voice reminding you that you are supposed to delete his number. You hover over it for a moment, debating making that leap, but decide last minute to keep it...just in case. 

Whitney tells you that you’re going to the same bar as last Friday. For a second, you wonder if the evening will end the same way, and kind of hope a little bit that it does. Your imagination ran wild over the last week thinking of the small conversations and contact you had with Ransom the weekend before, analyzing details and tones and thinking about biting onto that lip and... 

A new notification pulls you from your little daydream and you add another item to your mental to-do list: delete The Ex’s number and ask Whitney about Ransom.

[joheun-saram]

promise - 1 (knj)

Chapter 1: New Year’s Eve

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Summary- It’s NYE and you can’t wait to bring in 2017 surrounded by your friends, but there’s a new cute boy around. You’re intrigued but quickly find out there is it’s no good being cute when he’s literally the most infuriating person you’ve met.

word count- 3.1k

pairing- asshole!Namjoon x Reader (alternatively, edgelord!Namjoon)

rating- PG15

genre- collegeau, roommatesau, enemies2lovers, slow burn, this chapter is platonic fluff(and angst I guess), future angst, fluff and smut

warnings- alcohol consumption, marijuana consumption, Namjoon being an absolute ass, he’s against socialism for a hot second (to rile her up, our Joonie is still woke tho nw), mention of sex, Jungkook’s parents based on my actual best friend’s parents (shoutout to their amazing jello shots!)

a.n- Well, well, well... if it isn’t my simp ass writing another Namjoon series. Love that about me. Get ready for some slow burn and a lot of Namjoon just being annoying! 🥴This is a drabbleish series so most parts will be about 2-3k.

Thanks for the beautiful @ditttiii​ for beta reading and to @aroseforyoongi​ for helping me with the political argument (also for dubbing this Namjoon edgelord!joon 🤣)

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You were running late. Very late.  With a sigh you watched the street pass you by in a blur, the distant roar of your bus dimmed by the rap music that blasted through your ears. You looked at the group chat to be bombarded by messages.

Jungkook: bro istg if you’re not here in the next ten minutes

Hoseok: HURRY UP! JK IS DOING SHOTS WITH HIS DAD OMFG

Jimin: OMG Y/N. WE’RE GETTING DRUNK WITHOUT YOU

Jungkook: adsdsd duddde u suk wdt syop taling foevr

Yoongi: I’m gonna drink all the whiskey I got from Korea this week if you don’t get your butt over here.

Yoongi: Jieun says hi btw!

The texts continued to devolve into nonsense as you willed the bus to move faster. You were annoyed. Jungkook had planned the new year’s party at his parent’s house, and you were beyond excited to party, having spent the entire winter break stuck at home with your parents as they argued over the smallest things. You tightened your grip around your duffle bag as the bus came to a stop. Trudging through the snow you finally reached the familiar red door of your best friend’s house.

You knocked, taking in the large three-storey suburban house as you waited to be let in, already digging through your backpack for the bottle of tequila you had brought along. If they took any more time to open the door, you were going to start drinking right there on the porch. Before you could uncap your bottle, you were greeted by Jungkook’s dad, the familiar, jolly older man moved his hair out of his eyes as he greeted you.

However, before you could finally get out of the cold, he stopped you, presenting a tray of colourful jello shots.

“Y/N! Penalty for being late. You have to take a shot!” He laughed as you sputtered, his face reddened by what you assumed was alcohol. You had known Jungkook since the two of you were freshmen in university and had routinely stayed with him and his parents during break, but you had never seen Mr. Jeon this drunk. You stood awkwardly, not knowing what to do as he insisted, your friend finally joining him and encouraging you as you tentatively took a shot.

“I changed my mind! One of every colour!” Mr Jeon exclaimed joyously as Jungkook groaned.

“Dad! It’s cold. Let her in!” He whined and thankfully, you were let in. Taking off your shoes and leaving your bag by the door, you ventured into the living room where you saw all your friends. Hoseok leaned where he sat on the couch, his face buried in his phone as he, no doubt, texted his hookup. Jimin danced next to the Christmas tree the Jeons had yet to put away with a glass of liquor as Yoongi played the piano in the corner, cuddling with his girlfriend Jieun. Bubbling warmth swelled your heart as you saw all your favourite people.

“Come on let’s get you a drink!” Jungkook put his arm around you, planting most of his weight on you due to the alcohol raging through his veins as he guided you to the kitchen through the living room. In the kitchen, you were met by the sight of his parents swaying together to Yoongi’s expert piano skills, and a man you didn’t recognize sitting at the breakfast island, talking to Jungkook’s younger sister animatedly, who seemed to be trying to leave the conversation.

Jungkook poured you a rum and coke, easy on the coke, as he made his way to the breakfast bar. You stood next to his sister, making small talk before she excused herself to go to her room. She never stuck around long during these get-togethers. 

When she left, you were left standing awkwardly next to the only stranger at this party. The first thing you noticed was that he was tall. Much taller than all your friends, his dark black hair styled away from his face, a strand falling on his forehead shaped like a comma. He was dressed much like everyone else in dark wash jeans and a navy t-shirt with white leaves outlined on the sleeves, except his jeans fit him almost too perfectly, sculpting his thick thighs. Although he seemed friendly, greeting you with a pretty dimpled smile, your sudden attraction to him made you nervous.

“Hi. I’m Namjoon,” he said, eyeing you from over his cup as he sipped whatever concoction he was drinking.

“Oh shit! I keep forgetting you guys have never met!” Jungkook slurred as he sidled up to the two of you with his stool, leaving you standing between the two sitting boys. “Namjoon and I have been friends for years. I think we probably met the same time you and I did, but I guess we never ended up meeting together?” He ended his statement as a question, and it surprised you. You thought in three years you would have met all of his friends. 

“Well, that and I took a break from school. I was doing an internship in California.” He beamed, clearly proud of his achievement. “I worked at Twitch, you know them?” He smirked, and you had to fight your urge to roll your eyes. Of course, he worked in Cali. You went to a university renowned for its engineering degree and it was the goal of every software engineering student to land an internship in California. Those lucky enough to achieve it used it as social currency and bragging rights. You despise those people. It wasn’t that you weren’t smart enough to land that opportunity, in fact, you were coming off of your internship with Facebook last term, but you always felt flaunting a job to be such an ugly trait. However, Namjoon was Jungkook’s friend and so you let it slide.

“Ah Twitch. Very cool.” you hummed as you drank.

“Yeah. What program are you in?” He asked, continuing the conversation as Jungkook disappeared to talk to his parents, trying to convince them to retire for the night since they had embarrassed him enough.

“Computer science,” you replied non-committedly, watching his face break into a wide smile.

“Oh, that’s so cool! Me too!” He replied excitedly. You had to admit, his smile was very charming and you let your guard down a little more. Maybe he just got influenced by kids in your program to brag about Cali. “I haven’t seen you in any of my classes though! Would’ve remembered you. None of the other compsci girls are this pretty.” He smirked, clearly proud of his flirtatious comment. You narrowed your eyes at him, immediately put off.

“So glad to know you deem me pretty enough to notice.” You rolled your eyes, before grabbing your bottle of tequila and a few disposable shot glasses and making your way to the living room. “Well, it was… okay to meet you. I’m gonna go do shots.”

“Wait! I’m sorry, did I offend you?” he asked, brows furrowed in confusion as he easily caught up to you, walking beside you and even sitting next to you on the floor, as you lined up the glasses to pour the drinks for everyone.

“No it’s cool, dude. We just don’t have anything in common,” you said nonchalantly as the rest of your friends crowded the table, excitedly taking a shot glass in hand as Jungkook waltzed in with a plate full of lime wedges and an intricately expensive-looking salt shaker. Namjoon didn’t say anything as everyone took their shots, but watched you throw back your drink, noticing the small smile that overtook your features as the alcohol from earlier finally started to take effect. 

After a few more shots, the party really started. Although there were only seven people, your rowdy, borderline chaotic group had you laughing. Hoseok was going on some tale about his adventures back home where he ended up at a bar with his high school friends and got the numbers of four girls by doing a disgustingly named muff-diver shot. He bragged about his game, and you burst his bubble by telling him it was really only because he was hot. Something he didn’t take much offence to as he wiggled his eyebrows at you. Namjoon, however, came to Hoseok’s defence, much to your annoyance.

“And how would you know? I doubt Hobi here has used his A+ game on you.” He raised an eyebrow in challenge, making you scoff as you rolled your eyes.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well… you guys are friends, I doubt he would try to pick you up.” He spoke with a logical tone, as he eyed you and Hoseok.

“Oh really? Okay Hobi. Since your game is so great. Let’s see it.” You turned around, staring at your friend next to you. Namjoon leaned back against his hands on the floor, watching the scene unfold with a smirk.

“Really darling? Don’t blame me when you fall for me.” Hoseok moved closer, finishing his drink as you huffed in annoyance. You were in your first stage of drunk, the stage where you got mean for no reason

“Get on with it, loser. Your face is making me drier as we speak.” You waved as Hoseok leaned in, his nose rubbing gently against your ear, his breath on your neck, making you shiver slightly.

“Hey baby, how about you let me take you downstairs and defile you on Jungkook’s Iron Man sheets.” His voice was low, almost a growl. You never thought you would hear Hoseok’s sexy pickup voice and you were sure that if you were someone who had not seen him whine and cling onto you after a few drinks, you’d be putty in his hand. Instead, you burst out laughing, doubling over with your hands on his thighs as tears of mirth filled your eyes. Not one to give up that easily, Hoseok continued.

“See. I’m a funny guy Y/N. Let me eat that pussy!” He couldn’t hold back any longer either, his voice breaking at the word pussy as he too devolved into a fit of laughter. His comment, however, broke Yoongi and Jieun out of their bubble as they looked up from their make out session, looks of horror on their faces.

“Please tell me you did not just say that Hobi!” Jieun chided, her voice shrill.

“That’s fucking disgusting.” Yoongi shivered as he drank more of his whiskey in an attempt to calm himself. Hoseok and you continued laughing at your friends’ reaction, the rest of the group joining in, except Namjoon who seemed to be watching the two of you with raised brows.

“Wait. I don’t get it. That should’ve worked.”

“Yeah dude. Y/N what the fuck? Let me eat that pussy!” Hoseok grabbed you by the shoulders, shaking you while screaming at your face, between giggles.

“Oh my god. I’m gonna get a stomach ache. Stop!” you wheezed, before turning to Namjoon. “Sorry dude. I’ve literally helped Hobi pee once. There’s no going back to sexy when you see him whine about forgetting how urinating works.”

“Yeah and no offence babe, but you literally had your hands on my dick and it was flaccid as hell.”

“You guys are weirdly close,” Namjoon commented, his face scrunched as he assessed you and Hoseok.

“You think they’re close, you should see her and Jungkook. They even slept together!” Jimin remarks finally sitting down after dancing by himself for the past twenty minutes.

“And it was fucking horrible. High five!” Jungkook leans over the coffee table to slap his hand against yours, the two of you giggling.

“What kind of incestuous group is this?” Namjoon remarked, sipping his drink before turning to you where he watched you leaned over the table as you still slapped your hand against Jungkook’s to the beat of the music. “So when’s my turn?”

“Excuse me?” You recoil away from Namjoon, almost jumping in Hoseok’s lap. Oh here it was; stage two of your drunk persona, anger. You felt it coursing in your veins at his insinuation. “Who the fuck do you think I am?”

“Apparently the group dick toucher.” He smirked again, that annoying lopsided smile that made his one dimple deepen in his cheek. “I promise I won’t be flaccid like Hobi was.”

“Okay! Y/N and I are going on a walk!” Hoseok exclaimed as he saw your fist clenched. He knew you were ten seconds away from punching Namjoon in the face, and he put his arms around your waist and easily hoisted you up, walking you to the front door.

“Hobi I swear to god, I’m gonna murder him.” You glared at Namjoon as he returned your heated stare with an easy smile and a wave.

“I know babe. So we’re going on a walk. Let’s go pick up some food, yeah?”

The two of you walked around the block to the nearest McDonalds, picking up an assortment of cheeseburgers and chicken nuggets for the party, even getting Namjoon what he wanted, despite your burning desire that he starve to death. By the time, you returned to the party and took a couple more shots you were sufficiently cheered up. Hoseok had that affect on you, calming your mood with his jokes and anecdotes. 

Cuddled with Hoseok as you sat between his legs on the couch, the two of you shared a vape as you let the weed settle in your bones with a mellow buzz. Jimin sat in front of you on the floor, leaning against you as you ran your hands through his hair, enjoying the soft fluff. You were so glad that he had decided to forego his usual hair wax today. You felt like you were in utter bliss, your annoyance with Namjoon long forgotten. That is until you tuned into his conversation with Jungkook - not that you had any choice, because even though he seemed to be talking to Jungkook, his eyes were pointed at you.

“I’m just saying capitalism is the reason you’re sitting here in this nice home. People who can’t afford healthcare or education just need to work harder. That’s how life works.” Namjoon sipped his drink, raising an eyebrow at you, and you decidedly ignored his baiting. It was like he was trying to get you mad on purpose. You didn’t understand his gameplan. Why couldn’t he just let you enjoy bringing in 2017 like an adult?

“Dude… why are we even talking about this?” Jungkook groaned, face scrunching in distaste.

“I’m just saying people shouldn’t look for a handout when there are literally thousands of skills they could learn to make their lives easier. Why are we using our tax dollars for the lazy?” Namjoon shrugged nonchalantly, his gaze boring holes into you as you stared him down. Oh curse your stupid resolve, why did this fucker know you so well, you literally just met! Before you could stop yourself, you were speaking.

“I’m sorry, are you stupid? That is literally the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. Education and healthcare are a human right!” Your voice was louder than usual, startling Hoseok and Jimin as you suddenly stood up, walking over to where a smug looking Namjoon and a confused Jungkook sat on the floor.

“I’m not, but you must be, to not realize that we could invest in teaching people skills to make money instead of just giving them money. Don’t tell me you’re a communist.” He sipped his drink, his eyes dancing with mirth, relishing the fact that he had gotten you to argue. And argue you did, for over an hour, the room forgotten as the two of you discussed social policies and taxation laws, ignoring Jungkook’s protests (“We live in a social democracy!”). You could feel the fire in your veins as you raised your voice, while he calmly discussed the matter at hand. Even though Namjoon was the most infuriating person you had ever met, the fact that he kept up with your arguments was extremely satisfying. Your friends knew you were the kind of person to debate a point until all the sides were uncovered so they would never start an argument with you, and as much as you hated Namjoon, you loved that he was such a great sparring partner.

“Oh my god! Shut the fuck up!” Jimin yelled suddenly, breaking you and Namjoon out of your bubble, as you looked at your usually bubbly friend, staring daggers at you. You sheepishly apologized, just as the countdown began.

Everyone stood and you followed suit. However the alcohol in your body decided to catch up as you stumbled, instinctively grabbing on to Namjoon’s arm to not fall over. As you’ve started to realize is his ammo, he one-upped you, putting his arm around your waist and pulling you into his chest. Fuck, why does it feel so nice and firm?

The countdown got closer to one and you felt trapped by his gaze, an intense look in his eye as he smirked at you. His eyes travelled from your eyes to your lips and you felt as if your chest was getting tighter.

“Three!” your friends yelled, but your mouth felt too dry to speak up. You licked your lips and Namjoon’s smirk widened. Why did you find his arrogant face so attractive all of a sudden? You wanted to punch him not two seconds ago!

“Two!” He started to lean in and despite yourself, you started anticipating his lips on yours. 

“One!” Suddenly, your earlier resolve kicked in. No dude who insulted you all night was going to touch you. You pushed him off turning around to Jungkook.

“Happy New Year!” You pulled your best friend towards you by his collar, giving him a loud peck on the lips as everyone cheered. Jungkook smiled, pulling you into a hug and jostling you around, giving you a chance to catch the dumbfounded look on Namjoon’s face.

You hugged all of your friends in turn, and when Namjoon, still with his mouth slightly ajar, looked at you expectantly, you raised your hand to him with a smug smile. You kind of felt bad for the way he deflated before he shook your hand, but before you could dwell too much on that feeling, he tugged you closer.

“Well played,” he whispered in your ear, his breath ghosting your neck, and you felt heat rising up your neck. You pulled away with a scowl and before he could say anything else, your phone pinged, the screen lit with the last name you wanted to see.

Taehyung (3 messages)

Oh great. What did the fuck did he want?

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