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do u think you could write something about reader faking an orgasm and then abby finding out n she is maaddd đ
itâs okay if not tho !â¤ď¸
I can absolutely try !! I hope what I wrote is somewhat close to what you were envisioning but either way, I hope you enjoy <33
Warnings - basically the ask, essentially porn with no plot therefore it's not written with any specific AU in mind so feel free to interpret it into whatever one you want, smut (MDNI), tribbing, unintentional edging, faking a orgasm, lowkey kinda awkward at the beginning, overstim, oral & fingering r!receiving, praise, abbys just a sweetheart who wants to take care of you
this is also definitely longer than it shouldâve been but oh well
"fffuck baby you feel so goodâ
Abbys on top of you grunting and whining as she grinds her wet pussy across yourâs and youâre also whining underneath her with furrowed brows however, unlike Abby, you canât seem to reach that peak you so desperately want and need.
No matter what you try to do in an attempt to gain more friction whether it be grinding up into abby or trying to follow her movements, you only receive light grazes when abbys clit drags against yours which keeps you pent up and frustrated. And it definitely doesnât help that your focus is off as your mind is crowded with the stress of midterms. All you want to do is have sex and cum with your girlfriend, but by the looks of it, that just wont be happening, and youâre too nervous to tell her.
Finally, Abby lets out a long drawn out string of curses and quick breaths as she leans down to lay on top of you as she orgasms and you feel her cum dripping onto your cunt and the feeling makes you let out a whine.
Abbys still grinding against you kisses along your neck and you can hear her whimpers and see her legs shake from overstimulation but you know she isnt gonna stop until you finish, so mentally you apologize to her for what youâre about to do and let out a series of faux high pitched whimpers moans and curses and grind up into her, hoping that she wont focus on it enough and just mistake her own juices as yours and that your moans are convincing enough.
But Abby knows you. She knows exactly what you sound like when you finish, she knows how your clit twitches and hole squeezes around nothing, your sloppy attempts at getting a few last bits of friction in, and she knows that whatever it was that you just did, definitely wasnât real.
Abby quickly sits up and positions herself over you with her arms on either side of your head and youâre trying your best to avoid her confrontational gaze.
âbaby?â
You respond with a quick âhm?â before finally looking at her, trying to make yourself appear as innocent as possible.
âdid you just.. fake an orgasm?â
âwhat?! n-no of course not why would you-â
âdonât you dare fucking lie to meâ
You swallow thickly. You knew she could see right through you and her assertiveness always made your facades crumble. So after a few seconds of silence and her pointed eyes staring right into yours you finally break
âokay i did im sorry! im just too distracted and i didnât wanna ruin it for you and because i know how overstimulated you get and you wouldnât stop until i came and-â
You rambled on and on explaining it to her and then she started⌠laughing? You stopped talking,suddenly feeling extremely embarrassed and exposed.
âbaby its okay, i just wish you wouldâve told me, i just gotta make it up to you nowâ
Your brows furrowed at the last part of her sentence
âmake it up to me how?â
â fuck right there! â
Abbyâs tongue plunged in and out of your cunt, occasionally stopping and reaching up to circle or suck on your clit, she had already made you cum beforehand letting you grind up and down on her thigh, allowing you to get the friction you were so desperately craving, leaving you fucked out yet still begging for more.
Your moans and curses bounced off the walls as the noises abby made while eating you out as if you were her favorite food, and if Abby was honest, you might as well be.
âabs shit donât stop mâ gonna cum im so close please donât stopâ
Abby hummed in acknowledgment and sped up her pace, earning an extremely loud whine from you and you ground onto her face in an attempt to bring you to your peak sooner.
Within seemingly seconds youâre thighs were squeezing around abbys head so tight she almost couldnât breathe as your orgasm crashed into you, although she wasnât complaining. Your hand instinctively tugged on her messy braid, causing her to groan into your core, and the other you slapped over your mouth in an attempt to muffle your moans and curses.
She slowed her movements and your thighs and hands loosened up. Eventually she stopped and you started to catch your breath, assuming she was done but it hitched when you felt her fingers curling up into you.
âi know baby just one more âkay? you can handle that right sweet girl?â
You nodded your head responding with a mumbled âcan handle it absâ which made her smile. She sat above you now, her eyes focused on watching how your cunt squeezed around her fingers as she pushed the remnants of your previous orgasm back in.
You felt that same bubbling feeling in your core embarrassingly quickly. You tried to tell abby through broken whines and curses, wrapping your hand around her wrist even, but couldnât seem to get the words out as your brain was beginning to short circuit and your body began to twitch due to the overstimulation.
âshh i know baby go ahead i got youâ
Not too long afterwards your legs shook and abby felt you squeeze around her fingers so tightly she could barely move. She leaned down and kissed you gently as you succumbed to your orgasm. the kiss was sweet and sensual, a stark contrast to the shocks being sent through you as she rubbed your clit.
Eventually every little thing became too much to handle and you brought your hand up to her chest to gently push her off. Abby sat up and removed her fingers, smiling as she admired her work, licking you off her fingers and leaning down to give you a quick peck on your lips, allowing you to taste yourself, before smiling against them
âtold you iâd make it up to youâ
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man this shit is still eating me alive
#i keep feeling like i made the wrong decision and im a bad person#probs doesnt help that the social interaction has been at an all time low#i know part of its my fault and i should reach out more#but after what happened and what i did now im nervous about reaching out to people đ#maybe i just dont belong here haha
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sleepy â matt sturniolo
summary: youâre drained after work, seeking to cuddle matt. instead, you mistake chris for him.
contains: fluff, a bit of jealous!matt, best friend!chris, light cursing, use of y/n.
word count: 968
a/n: based off the ask i sent to @dazednmatthews a while ago :) im sorry if its not good, im still nervous about writing on here đ
the day felt never ending. you were on your feet the entire day, having to do more than usual at work due to the amount of call outs that happened.
you were exhausted, and feeling very drained overall. you promised matt you would go over there to hang out when you were off, and all you wanted to do was take a hot shower then take a nap with him.
as soon as you made it to your boyfriendâs house after work, you let yourself in and headed straight for his shower before anything else.
the hot water felt soothing against your sore muscles, your eyes shutting as you grew more and more tired. you did your best to hurry up with your shower, washing your hair and body quickly and rinsing yourself off. the sooner you got out, the sooner you could sleep.
once you were done, you shut off the shower and stepped out. you dried yourself off, before hurrying into mattâs room with the towel wrapped around you.
a frown made its way onto your face when you took notice that matt wasnât in his room like you thought he would be. you figured he was in the living room, so you shrugged it off as you dressed yourself in a pair of shorts and one of his shirts.
as soon as you were done, you tossed the used towel into his laundry basket before you left his room. you rubbed your eyes tiredly as you walked to the living room, hearing the tv playing an episode of spongebob.
there was a sleepy smile on your face as you spotted who you thought was your boyfriend sitting on the couch scrolling through his phone. you plopped down next to him, immediately curling up beside him and resting your head on his shoulder as you struggled to keep your eyes open.
âuh..â chris began, looking away from his phone to look at you then around the room in confusion. ây/n? what are you doing?â he added, his eyebrows furrowing as he was processing what was going on.
you reached a hand up and put your finger to his lips, âsh. tired.â you mumbled, dropping your hand as you let your eyes finally fall shut.
chris let out a quiet laugh, wondering if you knew it was him and didnât care or if you were just so tired that you thought he was matt. either way, he found it funny and he felt too bad to reject your sleepy state.
he could tell you were very clearly exhausted and mustâve had a long day, so he was letting it slide.
âlove you, matt.â you mumbled, your hand holding his arm now.
chris held back the loud laugh that threatened to escape, pressing his lips together as he used his free hand to pat your head. âyup. love you too, y/n.â he replied, knowing matt was going to be so confused when he came back from the store.
it didnât take long for you to completely fall asleep, your weight leaning into chris as he returned to his scrolling on his phone. he lowered the volume on both the tv and his phone, as a way to not disturb you, remaining unmoving so you could continue to rest peacefully.
about twenty minutes went by, when he heard the garage door opening and the sound of mattâs car pulling in. chris held back his laugh as he imagined the look on his brotherâs face, seeing his girlfriend cuddling him instead as she slept soundly.
the sound of matt and nick bickering was heard once they entered the house, footsteps making their way up the stairs.
âno, iâm just saying that-â matt cut himself off when he rounded the corner and caught view of you and chris together on the couch.
matt stopped in his steps, taking in the sight with an eyebrow raised and the grocery bags hanging from his hands.
âalright, so i must be seeing things cause what the fuck?â he finally spoke up, as chris began to laugh.
your boyfriend set down the groceries as he made his way toward the couch, taking in the view of you cuddling up to his brother with his arm locked in your grip and your head resting on his shoulder. your lips were slightly parted, and it was obvious you were deep in sleep.
âlisten, okay, sheâs so tired that she thought i was you. i didnât want to move her or some shit! look at her, sheâs so peaceful.â chris began to defend himself, trying to keep his voice a bit quiet.
matt shook his head, while nick laughed from behind him.
âoh, this is so good.â nick said, giggling as he pulled his phone from his pocket and snapped a few pictures.
matt huffed and made his way around the couch to sit down on the other side of you. his hands were on you in seconds, protectively pulling you into his side instead.
a noise of complaint left your lips, a sleepy mumble of âfuck offâ coming from you as your comfortable position was being moved by your boyfriend.
that only made chris laugh harder, as he threw his head back against the couch cushion and clapped his hands together.
your boyfriend hushed you, wrapping his arm comfortably around you. âsorry, baby. iâm here.â he whispered, feeling your body relax as you heard his voice in your half asleep state.
you mumbled something he couldnât pick up, easily falling back asleep as matt glared at chris who kept bragging about you cuddling him.
âyeah, yeah. enjoy it while you had it. that was the first and final time.â matt stated, his hand gently playing with your hair while a scowl was on his face.
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i think i'm in love with you
ęĽ luke castellan x afab!reader
warnings: descriptions of wounds + blood, allusions to sex but no actual smut, shitty writing (i havent wrote a fanfic in multiple years), not proofread cuz im way too lazy, (y/n) isn't used at all in this idk i almost like reading fanfic better without it
summary: you wake up in the middle of the night to strange noises. you find luke outside, with a deep wound in his side. you take him to the lake to take care of him. unfortunately for you, luke's in a teasing mood.
word count: 2.7k
You awoke suddenly to strange noises. Soft groans fell through the walls of your cabin. At first, you assumed it to be something you should be careful not to walk in on. But, as your head cleared up more as you fully woke up, it sounded more like someone who was in pain.Â
Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you slowly pulled the covers off of your body and stepped into a pair of soft slippers. You carefully weaved through the various beds in the dark towards the door. The groans continued, rendering you more concerned and nervous. You quietly eased the door open, wincing at every squeak it made. You peeked your head outside, searching for the source of the noise.
Through squinted eyes, your attention eventually landed on a certain Hermes boy laid down in the grass. Luke. You quickly shut the door, completely forgetting about keeping quiet, and tip-toe ran across the grass towards the boy. You and Luke had been friends for quite a while. You arrived at camp a month or so after him, and he was the most welcoming one there. While you remained unclaimed in the Hermes cabin for a few months, it didnât really hurt as much while you were with Luke. He was the perfect distraction and a great friend, although you had begun to wish for something more.
âLuke!â You whisper yelled, causing him to practically jump a foot off the ground. Looking towards the startling voice, he realized it was you. He quickly sat up, his hand placed on his chest as he tried his best to calm his suddenly erratic breathing.
âOh, thank gods, itâs just you,â he laughed breathlessly, suddenly wincing and placing his hand on his side. His flushed face turned down toward his wound before he threw his head back again, hissing in pain.
âWhat happened?!â You exclaimed in a panic, running to close the last piece of distance between you both. You quickly fell to your knees next to him, trying to get a good look at whatever was hidden underneath his hand. He attempted to laugh it off but immediately winced and groaned. His hand remained on his side, hiding whatever had happened. âLuke Iâve gotta see..â you tried.
âIâm fine,â he responded, dismissively. He gave you a tightlipped smile in an attempt to reassure you. It did quite the opposite. You reached your hand to pull his away from his side.
âYouâre not fine Luke-â His free hand grasped your wrist tightly, preventing you from moving yours any closer to his wound. You stayed silent and unstill, unsure of the situation. In your moment of stillness, your eyes raked over his hand wrapped tightly around yours. The veins in his hand and forearm looked so perfect, especially under the soft moonlight. You wondered what his hand would look like wrapped around your-
âHey!â Luke snapped his fingers in front of your face, trying to regain your attention.
âHuh?â You responded, clueless and still in a daze, your eyes stuck on his hand around yours. You could have sworn you saw a sly smirk adorn his face from the corner of your eye but you brushed it off. You were tired, you were probably just seeing things. You snapped out of your trance, looking back at his face, confused about everything. âLuke, youâve gotta let me help you-â
âPrincess, I-â
âI have no idea what you did or what happened to you, but Iâm worried and youâre being so confusing right now..â You trailed off, avoiding his eyes for a moment. Princess. You hated (loved) when he used that nickname for you. It gave you hope that he could ever feel the same way about you. You heard Luke sigh.
âOkay, I just got in a bit of a fight with an Ares kid.. he pulled a knife on me, got me in the side.. I was clumsy, made a mistake,â he removed his hand from your wrist, prompting you to reconnect your eye contact. âIâm fine and Iâll be more careful next time.â He smiled, trying to dismiss your worries yet again.
âCan you show me?â You asked tentatively. He looked at you and nodded. You noticed that same smirk from earlier, only softer and more hidden. Maybe you hadnât been imagining things. You watched his hand reach down to the hem of his shirt. Oh shit. You had not thought about that. You internally facepalmed. You were so fucked. His fingers wrapped around the bottom seam of his shirt as he pulled it up about halfway. Your eyes immediately darted to his wound. A seemingly deep gash ran from about the bottom of his ribs to the top of his pelvis. Blood trickled along his already blood covered skin. Oh it looked bad. You caught your bottom lip between your teeth, a nervous habit.Â
As you examined the bloody gash, your eyes had other ideas. Your gaze slowly moved on to take in his toned abdomen. He had nice abs, prominent, but not so much like those crazy American bodybuilders. They gave you the creeps. His were just the perfect shape, size, and.. everything about him was perfect. While his side was doused in his own blood, the rest of his abdomen was covered in scattered beads of sweat. He looked good. Like really good. Lukeâs sharp intake of breath broke you out of your trance. You quickly cleared your throat, hoping he hadnât noticed you had been examining the rest of his body instead of his injury.Â
âIâd ask if you like what you see but.. Iâm in a bit of a predicament currently.â Luke chuckled, referring to the bloody gash. Your face flushed red. Shit, he noticed. You fumbled over your words, trying to form a coherent sentence. He watched you, amused, but still very evidently in pain. You abruptly stood up, offering Luke your hand.
âYou got a kit or something I can use?â You asked as you carefully pulled him to his feet. His arm landed to rest over your shoulders. You felt the breath leave your body. He was so close. His body heat radiated heavily onto your already heated body. You hoped he couldnât feel how hot you are, or how loud and hard your heart was beating. His quiet groan brought you back to your senses.
âYeah Iâve got a kit hidden in the trees near the beach.â He finally answered. You furrowed your eyebrows.
âWhy.. there?â You asked, genuinely confused. Luke looked down at you as if you should have already known.
âFor times like these.â He replied, as if it were obvious. You just shrugged and let him slowly lead you to the beach. The trek through the grass proved a lot more difficult than you had expected. Random bumps and holes in the dirt caused you both to almost fall multiple times.
âHere,â Luke spoke and pointed a few feet in front of you. You nodded and slowly lowered him to the ground, leaning him against the tree. Your hands rummaged and dug through the dirt in search of Lukeâs medical kit. Your fingernail eventually scratched along a hard, plastic surface. You dug your hands further into the dirt to pull the case out of the ground.
âI got it!â You sighed in relief. Your hands were becoming increasingly tired from all of the digging. You sat next to Luke, opening the latches of the small box. He smiled at you, watching your every move, completely mesmerized by you. You grabbed the small bottle of rubbing alcohol and popped it open. You opened your mouth to speak, looking up at Luke, only to find him already looking back at you. You quickly looked away, your face flushing a deep crimson. You took a deep breath before allowing yourself to actually speak.
âIâm gonna need you to hold your shirt up above the cut, if youâre comfortable.â You looked back up at Luke, nervously waiting for his response. You shouldnât have been that nervous, you were just tending to his wound, nothing else. But still, the idea of asking him to lift up his shirt and reveal his really nice abdomen embarrassed you a lot.
âYeah of course.â He replied in a suddenly husky, low voice. It caught you off guard, causing even more heat to rush to your cheeks.. and to the spot between your legs. He grasped the hem of his orange shirt and pulled it up, revealing the wound again.
âOkay.. this is gonna hurt, but Iâve gotta clean it out somehow.â You warned, slowly starting to pour the rubbing alcohol over the cut. Luke nodded in acknowledgement, hissing immediately as the strong liquid hit his skin. You hadnât really treated all too many wounds in your lifetime, let alone a cut as deep and bloody as this one. You hoped you were doing it right and you werenât making it worse. Lukeâs harsh groans and hisses werenât aiding your stressed mind. Throughout the few minutes you spent drenching his side in rubbing alcohol, you noticed him drop his shirt a few times, muttering apologies, saying his hands were having trouble keeping it up. You brushed it off each and every time it happened.Â
Once you finally deemed it enough rubbing alcohol, you moved away from his abdomen, grabbing the cap of the bottle. Your shaky hands tried closing the bottle but to no avail. You were stressed and embarrassed, and your entire body was shaking way too much. Lukeâs warm hands grasped yours.
âHey,â He whispered, grabbing your attention. You looked up at him. âIâve got it.â He smiled at you, and carefully took the bottle from your palms to close it himself. You whispered your thanks under your breath, so quiet, you almost couldnât hear it yourself. You reached back into the medical kit to pull out a cloth and an antiseptic wipe. You placed your hand on Lukeâs cheek. Red slowly started to creep up his neck and into his cheeks, unbeknownst to you.
âIâll be right back, Iâm just gonna wet the cloth.â You told him, smiling and standing up.Â
âYouâre too good to me.â Luke said, in that low voice, again. You turned quickly to hide your blush, making your way to the shore, as quick as you could. You dipped the cloth in the cold water and rung it out. You jogged back to Luke at the tree, dropping back onto your knees next to him. You lightly dabbed the cloth around his cut, trying to pick up and clean up the blood all over him. You did your best to avoid pressing into the actual cut, but failed a few times. Luke tried his best to keep his cool, but you could see how much he was hurting. You felt awful.Â
Occasionally, Luke would let the hem of his shirt slip out of his hands, obscuring your cleaning abilities. He would apologize profusely, telling you he had no idea why it kept happening. When you would shrug and go back to cleaning the blood, a smug smile would pull at his lips. You were so clueless.
You continued to clean the excess blood off of Lukeâs body. His shirt would drop every couple minutes. He would apologize, and you would get back to work. This went on for a little over ten minutes.
You placed the cloth at your side, actually proud of what you had got done so far. You had managed to clean up the majority of the blood from his cut, and it was looking a lot better now. All that was left for now was to wrap it up and then send him for Ambrosia to finish the healing process.Â
As you grabbed the roll of bandage from the box, you watched Luke drop his shirt yet again. He sighed dramatically and threw his hands up in defeat.
âI just canât keep my shirt up. Guess Iâm just gonna have to take the whole thing off.â He sighed and grabbed the hem, pulling it up and over his head. You were practically drooling as you watched. The way his muscles flexed when he ripped his shirt off.. it was so.. hot. You could now see his entire toned abdomen, and his chest. Your face was surely beet red at this point. You couldnât take your eyes off of him.Â
You had no idea in your trance, but Luke was watching the way you looked at him, a smug smile adorning his perfect face. He loved the way you reacted to his body. He thought you were the cutest thing. It was fun to see you all flustered like this. Eventually, by some miracle you were able to pull your eyes away from Lukeâs body to focus on bandaging him up. You hastily unraveled the thin cloth, trying to ignore the burning feeling of Lukeâs eyes on you, watching your every move.Â
You leaned over his body, trying to reach to start the wrapping. It turned out to be really difficult, as you could barely reach. You sat back and sat there for a moment, trying to clear your head and figure out your next plan of action.
âIâm not sure how Iâm gonna..â You admitted quietly, embarrassed. Luke looked up at you with a very clear and obvious smirk on his face. This worried you. You had no idea what he was planning, and you did not want to make a fool of yourself.Â
To your immense surprise, Lukeâs hands grabbed onto your hips and lifted you off the ground, making you squeal. He sat you down on his lap, in a straddle position. You were so close. Too close. The embarrassingly warm area between your legs sat right over his. You prayed and prayed he couldnât feel it. You would never live it down.
âThatâll do it.â Luke smiled and pat your thigh encouragingly, causing you to let out a sharp squeak. You gulped and tried to focus on the bandage again. Your shaky hands brought the edge of the bandage to his back as you wrapped it around his torso, multiple times over. You wrapped it tight, but not too tight as to suffocate Luke.
Although, at that point it wouldnât have mattered. Luke was completely focused on making you a flustered mess. The intense pain he was in was in the very back of his mind. He could barely feel it at this point. He was having way too much fun with you.
After the most painfully long two minutes of your life, you had finally finished wrapping Luke up. You let out a huge breath you didnât know you were holding, feeling a weight drop off of your shoulders. You had never felt so stressed and embarrassed in your life. You hoped your work would hold up well and you had done it right.
Lukeâs arms wrapped around your torso, pulling you in even closer. His nose brushed against yours as he looked up at you through heavy-lidded eyes.
âThanks for your help,â he whispered in his gravelly voice. He leaned in even closer. âMeans a lot.â He mumbled, almost against your lips. Your heart rate was through the roof. He was so close. So close you could kiss him. You could feel his breath mingling with yours. The warmth between your legs only continued to grow now. Luke chuckled lowly, watching the thoughts flow through your mind.
Luke moved his lips ever closer to yours. Dropping to a deep whisper, he spoke again. âI think.. Iâm in love with you..â His lips moved slowly to capture yours. Your eyes widened, before you closed them, easing into his kiss.Â
Your lips moved in perfect unison, as if made for eachother. Your hands moved to grip his dark curls. You softly pulled, feeling him moan into your mouth. Luke pulled away, moving his lips to your neck. Nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. He was sure to leave many marks on your delicate skin.
âI-â You were cut off by your own moans as Lukeâs hands moved to rest on your breasts while his kisses along your neck became harsher. He slowly pulled away from your neck, keeping his hands on your chest.
âWhat were you gonna say, baby?â
âI.. love you as well.â You replied, breathless. Luke smirked, crashing his lips into yours again.
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just read ur gymcrush!rafe jerking off blurb⌠all i can think about is steamy sauna sex with rafe now đ
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âis it okay if i join you?â you ask him gently, holding a towel around yourself while giving him the shy smile he loves so much. âhuh?â he responds, not wanting to make his previous actions obvious. you point to a spot on the bench next to him, tilting your head to the side. he clears his throat and nods, gaining his composure back. you sit next to him, loosening your grip around the towel and letting it loosely hang around you. âit really does get hot fast doesnât it?â you point out, trying your best to fill the silence.
rafe snaps himself out of staring at the peek of your chest that heâs getting to answer you. âitâs a sauna, thatâs its job.â he says flatly, before noticing how your face falls. you move a little further on the bench, leaning back to stretch your arm out before wincing. âyou okay?â he asks immediately. âyeah i think so. i just fucked my shoulder a little bit i think.â you say, reaching a hand behind your back to rub your shoulder. âlet me see.â you look at him shocked for a moment, before turning your back to him and moving your hair out of the way. âlemme know if i go too hard.â he mumbles, placing one of his hands on your shoulder blade.
as rafe starts to give you a massage, you can feel the tension leaving your muscle. his fingers dig a little deeper into your body and you let out a soft moan. rafe freezes immediately, replaying the sound over and over in his mind. âare you done?â you ask softly, no clue whatâs going on with him. he shakes his head before continuing his movements. âyou uh- you distracted me.â he admits, enjoying the way your skin feels underneath his fingers. you giggle softly, looking up at him with doe eyes. âyour hands feel really nice.â
âyeah?â rafe grunts, already struggling to keep his cool while watching your towel loosen from around your body. after a few moments, it begins to unravel before you catch it. âis it okay if i just take this off for a minute? i donât want it to get in your way at all. âim not gonna complain.â he admits, leaning on one of his hands as he watches you. you blush slightly, placing the towel next to you and leaving you in just your undergarments. you turn to face him, tilting your head to the side as you watch his eyes drink in your body. âsee something you like?â you joke, trying to stop the heat rising in your body. âyeah, all of it.â rafe moves closer to you as he speaks, not stopping until heâs right next to you. âyou know what youâre doing donât you? you want me just as much as i want you.â he teases, watching the way your thighs squeeze together as he speaks.
âno clue what youâre talking about.â you lie, breath hitching as his hand lightly traces over your thigh. âyea? so you donât want me to touch you?â he asks, taking his hand away. before he can fully move away, you grab his hand. âmaybe..i do want you. if i did, what would happen?â you look at him, still slightly nervous and in disbelief. âif you did, id open these pretty legs and check how wet you are for me. then id play with your pussy, letting you know just how good i am. and then id take you right here to make sure i live up to all your fantasies.â he whispers, trailing his fingers along a wet spot on your underwear.
you shudder, feeling the slight pressure heâs using. he looks at you while hooking a finger underneath the band of your panties and you nod. he pulls them down with a swift motion before using two of his fingers to swipe along your slit. âso fuckin wet for me. you really want it huh?â he teases, leaning you back along the bench as he spreads you out and watches you clench around nothing. rafe uses his thumb and presses light circles into your clit, watching how you begin to squirm underneath him. without stopping, he slips one of his fingers into you, sliding in effortlessly and making you arch your back at the intrusion. he adds another one before he begins slowly pumping his hand into you, causing you to whine loudly. âgonna have to be quieter than that baby.â he teases, speeding his movements up.
âfuck rafe, i need more of you.â you beg, grabbing onto the bench as his thumb presses into you harder. âall you had to do was ask.â he grants your wish, thrusting into you harder as he curls his fingers up slightly. he palms himself through his underwear, his towel long abandoned on the floor. he can feel you clenching around his fingers, squeezing him tightly. âthat feel good huh? you like that?â he asks in a teasing tone, loving the way you react. he can feel you getting close and pulls his hand out, ignoring your complaints as he taps his fingers on your mouth, signaling for you to open up. you listen, opening your mouth and letting him shove his fingers into your tongue.
you lick his fingers clean while he uses his free hand to pull his underwear down. rafe wraps his hand around his cock, pulling his fingers out of your mouth and steadying himself by grabbing onto your hip as he lines himself up with your entrance. he stares down as he pushes himself in, drinking in your sweet moans as he stretches you out. âgotta be quieter baby. everyones gonna hear you falling apart on my cock.â you nod, biting on your lip to keep yourself from crying out as he drills into you. you can feel your release quickly approaching, already close from his actions before. âgonna cum rafe!â you moan, making him cover your mouth with one of his hands as he continues to fuck into you.
he can feel his own release catching up to him with the way youâre squeezing around him. âfuck baby. cmon, cum all over my cock. show me how good it is.â he grunts. you arch up against him, body spasming as your release finally hits you. he can feel you practically milking him as you clench around him, your hands scratching along his back as he helps you ride out your high. he can feel his stomach tighten as he spills into you, coating your insides. you both freeze for a moment, the gravity of the situation hitting you before he pulls his hand away from your mouth. âthat was better than my fantasies.â you breath out, looking at him with a fucked out grin.
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I fully believe that when Simon is showering, he subconsciously reaches for your body wash and/or hair shampoo and conditioner because they smell like you. He doesnât even realize what he did until Johnny brings up that there is a fruity/ Flower smell and no one can seem to find out where itâs coming from.
Price just has that knowing look after seeing Simon have a very small freak out when people start to notice the smell but he doesnât bring it up, just acts confused as well and holds onto Simonâs little secret.
Brb gonna go cry in a corner. I didnât realize I was in a fluffy mood đ
the first time it happened, it was an accident. his eyes were closed because the shampoo was running down his eyes and he blindly reached for his loofa and body wash. his mind busy and too focused on something else he didnt register the fruity scent that filled the space.
when his eyes finally open heâs confused because why are the suds by the drain pink? and wait-is that peaches and strawberries that heâs smelling?
he looks over to the shower caddy and sees that your bath wash was opened and normally where his was.
the scent causes his stomach to drop a little because he now smells so much like you, and he loves it.
the second time (and every time after that is much more intentional) and itâs simonâs little secret, even from you, he hides that fact that he uses your body wash now.
anytime the wind blows he gets a whiff that reminds him of you, of home, his heart lurches to his stomach. and thatâs just not something he wants to share with anyone yet.
and he finds the pout on your face positively adorable when you have to add your body wash to the groceries list again.
âi swear im going through this thing twice as fast. im like 90% sure theyâre putting half of what they used to into the bottle now.â
he normally just presses a kiss to your temple, and ignores the way your face scrunches as you try to place the new scent thatâs coming from him.
âyou smell good, could just eat you up right now.â
and the boys donât know about you yet. for the same reason that heâs selfish and not willing to share you with anyone else yet.
so when soap, of all people, picks up on the scent of strawberries and peaches, simon canât help but panic.
âwhich one of you fuck âeads brought strawberries?â
and heâs sneezing, because everything gives johnny allergies, gaz is looking through his lunch bag, shaking his head as soap sneezes for the filth time in a row,âsânot me.â
priceâs gaze locked onto simon, trying to bite back a smile as he fidgets, a man who heâs seen firsthand be an absolute tank on the field, nervous and clenching his fist at the mention of strawberries.
another three sneezes coming from johnny and heâs muttering angrily, ânot even in fuckinâ season.â
price barks out a laugh, eyes already stuck on simon as they silently communicate. whoever you were, you were clearly special. someone simon wasnât quite yet ready to tell them all about.
âdonât know what youâre talking about, soap. i donât smell nothing fruity.â
price send simon a final look, one thatâs warm and happy. happy for his lieutenant. a small nod sent simonâs way to let him know that while the other two donât need to know yet, he does.
đ ; this was so fucking cute ): i loved this so much
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new years day I ln4
pairing: lando norris x reader summary: in which lando reunites with his childhood crush and only has a few days after christmas to confess his feelings, slightly inspired by new years day by miss swift notes: pt 2 of just pr is still in the works! im also working on a few requestsđ¤¸ââď¸enjoy this for now and happy holidays!! masterlist
christmas eve
Lando's hands were shaking as he impatiently waited for you to greet him. It was his family's annual christmas eve party and he watched as his sisters and mother surrounded you the moment you walked through the doors. They hadn't seen you in so long so of course they insisted for you to attend the party this year. You had known Lando and his family since you were a kid seeing as you were childhood neighbors and grew up playing with him and his sisters. As you grew older, you attended his a few of his races and supported him every step of the way, but of course time and other responsibilities got in the way of your friendship. You began to grow apart over the last few years and it was starting to break Lando.
He hadn't even realized it was happening until you stopped attending the christmas parties 2 years ago, something about being too busy on work trips to come home. He had been so busy at the time with racing and having his own girlfriend that he did not even notice he had not seen his best friend in so long. After that he tried to reach out but again, time wasn't on your side because you were now too busy with your own work to keep up with the friendship for too long. Lando watched your life through your pictures on social media and felt his heart ache every time you posted, a reminder that you were growing and living a life without him.
But you were back now. And you looked even more beautiful than you did last time he saw you. You adorned a long dark red dress with black heels and Lando couldn't help but keep his gaze on solely you. You looked up as you felt his stare on you and smiled softly at him. Lando could feel like heart start to race as you excused yourself from the girls and start your way towards him.
"Lan, it's so great to see you. It's been so long!" You extended your arms as you hugged him, missing the feeling of his arms.
Lando's brain was too scattered to even respond so he just squeezed you and nuzzled his head in your neck. He couldn't believe you were back and in his arms. He wanted to stay there for the rest of the night and he couldn't help but wonder if you were feeling the same homey feeling he was. He felt you pull away and he almost pouted, thinking the hug was not long enough for his liking.
You looked at him softly and asked, "How's everything? I watched the races as much as I could and you did amazing this season! Congratulations."
You were always pretty but now? You were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He felt like he was ten years old all over again, following you around like a puppy as he started developing his first real crush on a girl. He couldn't help it, you were always just so-
"Lando? Are you alright?'
He snapped out of his daze and realized how much of an idiot he must've looked. There you were talking to him and he did nothing but watch you in silence. He heard snickering and peaked over your shoulder and saw his sister watching the whole interaction with a teasing smile.
"Oh-yeah yeah. I was just zoned out there for a second haha um it's good to see you! Sorry, um what did you say before?" He could feel his face slightly heat up and he wanted to slam his head on the wall.
You giggled finding this situation amusing. You weren't used to seeing Lando like this and were a little confused on why he seemed nervous, but you quickly brushed it off and assumed he was just shocked to see you.
"I was congratulating you on your season, you did great!"
"You still watch my races?"
"Of course I do! I promised I would watch every race, remember?"
How could he forget? It was his first season in formula one and unfortunately you were too busy with school to travel with him, but before he left you pinky promised you would watch every race from that moment on. He never told you but he felt at ease knowing you were somewhere watching over him.
"Yeah, I remember."
You both spent the next hour catching up before your mothers interrupted you both saying it was time for dinner. They placed your seats together, wanting to see you both reunited after so long. They knew Lando was hopelessly in love with you, they were just waiting for you both to realize it.
The dinner felt nostalgic as you were all finally in the same room together. It was filled with laughs, catching up and stories from your childhoods. You and Lando shared stolen glances and flushed faces when someone caught the longing stares.
christmas
"She leaves right after new years day by the way." Lando's mother told him as she handed him a plate of breakfast.
"Who?"
She gave him a knowing glance and he looked down pretending like he hadn't been asking himself how much time he had before you left again and lose contact with you. Last night was amazing and he felt himself falling for you all over again. He always knew he liked you but the less he saw of you over the years, he thought those feelings dwindled. Last night proved that wrong. He tried to date other girls to forget you and it worked for a while until he started thinking of you and wondering how different things would be if he just confessed his feelings.
"Y/n. She's been so caught up in work she wants to go back to her job right away in Spain even though it's not mandatory. That girl needs a break."
"Maybe she's eager to get back because she's met a handsome spanish man." Lando's sister spoke up from beside him. He turned to her with a questioning gaze and she smirked at him.
"No. She didn't mention a guy at all last night. I doubt she's met anyone, right?" Lando's sister and mother watched as he slowly started to panic, his sister with a teasing grin and his mother with slight concern. "I mean if she's so busy with work she couldn't have time for any guy, yeah. Yeah no she can't be with anyone. Right?"
Silence.
"Flo what do you know? Did she say anything about a boyfriend?"
She burst out laughing as she watched her brother panic, she knew there was no other guy in the picture but she liked teasing her brother. Everybody knew about his love for you and though she found it amusing, she just wanted you two to be together already.
"I was just teasing! There is no guy calm down. But if don't confess about your pathetic little crush on her soon then there will be another guy whisking her away."
"What? Crush-no I don-"
"Save it. We all already know, except for her. And we're all getting a little tired of your obliviousness. Just confess before she leaves or you'll lose your chance to. She probably won't be back for another year and a lot can happen in that time span Lan."
2 days later
Lando had thought a lot about what his sister said and later that night decided to ask you to hang out over the phone. You agreed and he felt so relieved, planning on finally confessing his feelings. He psyched himself up and even got some advice from his sisters. Be a gentleman. Don't buy her flowers, you prefer chocolate. Dress nice but not like you're trying to hard. Go somewhere lowkey for dinner. Then take her on a walk and give her your jacket. Be honest. Tell her how you've always felt. If she feels the same, ask for a kiss. Take her home and walk her to the door.
The night had been going exactly as planned and there was never a moment of silence between you two as you made your way over to have dinner, always laughing and sharing stories with each other. That was until you said,
"The waitress totally has the hots for you."
"What! I don't think so." Truthfully Lando was so focused on you, that he could've easily missed her hitting on him. He quickly tried to deter the conversation and not talk about other women when he only wanted to talk about you.
"So what are you thinking of ordering?"
"Hm, I was thinking-wait the waitress is on her way here!"
"Are you guys ready to order?" She focused her gaze on Lando and gave him a sweet smile. He squirmed a bit as he could see you watching the interaction, holding in your laughter.
"Uh yeah, I'll have the pasta carbonara, please."
"Great choice. That's my favorite!"
"Oh how lovely, then i'll have the same thing."
"Perfect, are you two celebrating anything special tonight? An anniversary?"
You could barely contain your laughter, the girl seemed very sweet but you had no idea how Lando hadn't noticed she was clearly interested. She began throwing hints the moment she got their drinks and he was so oblivious to them, you found it funny.
"Um no, we're just two friends catching up."
Two friends? Catching up? Had he not made it clear this was a date?He thought back on the phone call and realized he had said 'hang out' and not explicitly date. Shit, how was he going to make it clear now?
"Lucky me then." She mumbled but you both heard it very clearly. You raised your eyebrows at Lando, wordlessly saying 'told you so'.
The rest of the dinner consisted of the waitress constantly interrupting and focusing her attention on Lando. He was beginning to get irritated but chose not to say anything, he did not want to come off as rude. Before you guys left, you got up to use the restroom and Lando used this time to check his phone. With him distracted, the waitress slipped her phone number in the pocket of his jacket that was hanging over his chair.
You both eventually walked out into the England cold and Lando suggested a walk, happy to get some time alone with you without getting interrupted. You told him you left your jacket in the car and Lando discreetly smiled. Perfect.
"No problem! Here, just take mine."
Before you could even protest, he was draping his jacket over your shoulders and you couldn't help but blush a little. So with flushed cheeks and brushing hands, you both walked and talked about everything and anything. As the winds started picking up, you slipped your arms in the jacket sleeves and put them in the pockets to warm your hands. You felt something in there and curiously took it out thinking it was just garbage.
Lovely to meet you tonight :) Call me xxx xxx-xxx-xxxx
You felt your heart drop. He actually took her phone number. You had found the whole flirting waitress thing funny because it was clear he didn't feel the same way but with him being too nice, he didn't say anything. You guess you were wrong. He was interested. Did he wait for you to leave to the bathroom to ask?
You quickly slipped the piece of paper back in the pocket and looked at him as he rambled about some story of his friend falling for his best friend. You couldn't listen anymore, you didn't even want to be there anymore. You thought maybe after tonight that he liked you back, but maybe that just wasn't the case.
"But yeah, the more I thought about it, the more it made sense. Like they had been friends for so long it was a matter of time before they, you know, got together." Lando knew he was trying a little too hard but he had no idea how to transition a normal conversation to a love confession. You had stopped responding and he looked down at you and saw you completely spaced out.
"Are you okay?"
"Uh yeah. Just cold. Maybe we should get going, you don't have a coat and it's getting colder."
Lando started panicking, he had completed all the other steps his sisters told him to do but he was about to miss the most important part.
"Oh don't worry about me. I'm fine, I promi-" Achoo!
"You're already getting sick! Come on let's go." You grabbed his arm and pulled him towards his car. He admitted defeat and let himself be dragged.
There was an odd silence on the car ride home and he felt confused on your sudden change of mood. How was he going to confess now? You were clearly tired and a love confession in his car is not exactly the romance he was looking for. As he pulled up to your homes you weakly smiled at him and took off his coat.
"Let me walk you up to your door."
"No it's fine, I can walk a few steps by myself." You didn't mean for it to come out so snarky but you couldn't help it. It stunned Lando and he suddenly felt like he had done something wrong.
"Oh um okay. I'll watch you just in case. But um I had a great time tonight. We should do this again before you leave."
"Yeah, of course."
"How about new years? I'm throwing a small gathering with Max at my old apartment. Do you um want to come with me?"
You should ask a girl you actually like instead of me. Is what you were thinking but instead you said,
"Yeah, sure."
"Great! I'll pick you up at around nine?"
"Sounds good."
One more chance to admit his feelings.
new years eve
"I dont know, she's been acting strange these past few days. Her texts are so dry and I even offered to take her shopping for an outfit tonight and she denied." Lando was starting to doubt himself, he thought about every moment during your little hangout and he couldn't think of anything he did wrong. Should he have rejected the waitress? Maybe he could've been more clear on it being a date?
"Stop overthinking mate, maybe she really just is busy. She's never home, im sure shes taking the time to catch up with friends and family." Max listened to his complaints all afternoon and was getting sick of it.
"Yeah, I guess."
"Stop doubting yourself bro and snap out of it. You have to pick her up soon and tonight's a great day to confess. Just have a drink or two for a little confidence, find somewhere quiet to do it and you'll have your midnights kiss on lock."
"Okay, okay. Tonight's the night."
"Exactly! Now go bring her here!"
Tonight was not the night.
You were wearing a small, tight black dress that made Lando's head spin, and apparently a lot of other men's too because you were constantly turning heads. It was beginning to bother him as he felt like he was competing for your attention all night which led to one too many drinks. He wasn't a fan of alcohol but he definitely needed the confidence boost and his jealousy from seeing you talk to other guys led to him staying at the bar for far too long.
He didn't realize how drunk he was until he got up from the couch to talk to you and the whole room began to spin. He stumbled slightly and Max quickly stood up to catch him.
"Woah, I said one or two drinks, how many have you had?!"
"Uhh I don't know like eight or nine or ten or maybe more, i don't know." His voice was slurred and Max winced knowing there was no way he could talk to you like this.
"Okay let's get you some water and maybe some bread? To soak all the alcohol up and then you can talk to y/n."
"Nah nah, I'm fine. Let me talk to her now."
"No bro listen-"
Lando pushed Max off of him and quickly made his way to you, eager to be in your presence. He interrupted your conversation with one of his friends that he couldn't quite name due to his blurred vision. He put his arm around your shoulder and put his weight on you causing you to stumble slightly.
"Y/N! Just the girl I was looking for, hey let's go somewhere quiet. I wanna talk."
"Okay? Are you alright, Lan? Maybe we should get you some water."
"No, no. Let's go outside for a bit." He interlocked your hands and stumbled out of the room, dragging you along. He leaned against one of the trees and faced you.
"What did you want to talk about?"
"You're so pretty."
You blushed and thanked god for the cold weather, so you had an excuse for your flushed cheeks. He pulled you closer and played with the hem of your dress.
"Thank you Lando. That's what you wanted to talk about?"
"No, well kinda." He paused as he felt a wave of nausea wash over him. He took a quick deep breath and tried to swallow the feeling down.
"Are you sure you're okay? You look a little pale."
"Yes, I am-" There was that nausea again, except this time he couldn't swallow the feeling down and before he knew it he was throwing up.
"OH MY GOD! LAN."
Max heard the commotion and immediately made his way towards you. His eyes widen as he looked at you with Lando's throw up on the lower half of your dress and looking like you wanted to hurl yourself. He ran back in and got you napkins before going back out.
"Oh god, here you y/n take these and go into Lando's old room upstairs, first door on the right. There's a bathroom in there and spare clothes you can use."
"Thank you Max, do you need me to bring him water?"
"No no I got it from here, just go clean yourself up."
Lando continued to empty his stomach as Max winced but continued to rub his back. After he finished he grabbed a water bottle and took him upstairs to his old bed.
"There you guys are! How are you doing Lan, do you need anything?" You said as you walked out of the bathroom in a new change of clothing.
Even in his drunken state, he couldn't help but to feel embarrassment. He had just fucked up his chance, and it wasn't even midnight yet.
"I'm so so sorry y/n. I'm so embarrassed, I had too much to drink and I didn't mean to, I swear!" He slurred out.
"It's okay Lando, I promise. Here, lie down for a little bit and drink some water, it will make you feel better."
Max smiled as he watched you take care of his idiotic friend and walked out to give you some privacy.
"Im so stupid. Im sorry, y/n."
"Stop apologizing Lan! I promise you, I am fine. Now close your eyes you look tired."
"But it's not midnight yet."
"That's okay, it will be a new year when you wake up."
You had no idea that the real reason he wanted to stay up was to be your new years kiss. Another plan down the drain. He pouted as he looked at you, you're leaving soon and who knows when he'll see you again.
"Come on, stop pouting. I'll watch over you as you sleep."
"Really?" He looked at you with childlike excitement as his green eyes widened at you.
"Of course, now scooch over."
You both missed the fireworks and celebrations of the new year but that was okay, you were safe in each others arms sleeping.
Lando woke up quite early considering how early he fell asleep the night before. He looked down on your sleeping figure on his chest. He thought hard about what happened last night for you to end up in his arms. The memories came quickly, the dress, the drinks, then the puke. He scrunched his face up and fought the urge to groan in embarrassment. He couldn't believe he managed to fuck up again. He sighed then carefully got up to get some painkillers for his throbbing headache.
He went down to the kitchen and looked around at the mess from the party. Glitter on floor, bottles everywhere, polaroids laying around on the floor. He couldn't stop thinking about last night and started to pick some garbage up to get his mind off of it. He almost wanted to cry, though you were nice about it, it was still a hard blow to his ego. He looked like some idiot who couldn't hold his alcohol in front of you and he wondered if you changed your perception of him after last night. He was so caught up in his thoughts, he didn't hear you come down. He was startled by the sudden movement in the corner of his eye causing him to drop the bottle in his hands. Shit. He quickly tried to pick up some of the big pieces up which was a big mistake since he accidentally cut his hand in the process.
"Im so sorry Lan, I didn't mean to scare you. You're bleeding now, let me see."
Of course it was you. Another embarrassing moment to add to the list.
"It's okay, I'm the idiot who grabbed the glass."
You gently grabbed his hand then led him to the bathroom where you had seen a first aid kit. You were so soft and gentle with him as you cleaned the cut in his hand. The mix of you nursing his bleeding hand with last night's disaster and his hangover had his mind foggy and emotional. Lando's eyes began to tear up and he couldn't even pinpoint why. Was he still drunk? Is it because you're leaving tomorrow and he didn't confess? Or was it the embarrassment from last night?
"There you go, good as new." You looked up and you were faced with his pained expression and immediately began to panic. You knew Lando wasn't emotional, over the years you had known him you had only seen him cry a few times.
"Lan, what's going on? What's wrong?"
Your worry was his breaking point and the tears began to fall. You quickly pulled him into your embrace and rubbed his back in hopes of comforting him.
"I'm sorry, this is so stupid. God why the fuck am I crying right now?"
"No, no if it's bothering you it's not stupid and whatever it is, you can tell me, I won't judge."
You pulled away and even though you were confused with his behavior the last few days, you wiped off the tears from his face and were willing to do anything to make him feel better.
"Talk to me Lan."
"I love you."
"What?"
His eyes widened as the words accidentally slipped out his mouth. He didn't mean to say them but you were being so sweet and gentle with him even after everything. There goes the romantic confession.
"No! Um I didn't mean that, I don't even like you."
"Oh."
"NO! Ughh, fuck it."
He grabbed your face and pulled your lips together. You quickly kissed him back and felt butterflies erupt in your stomach. Neither of you could believe this was happening right now, but you were both so content with the moment. Once you pulled away, he kept his hand on your face and smiled at you softly.
"Please don't go tomorrow."
"I won't."
notes: this was not proofread at all so if there were mistakes...my bad
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Secret Secret Chapter 7
OT8 Straykids x reader, ABO AU
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The Meeting (as you had taken to calling it in your head) was officially set for the end of the week. Specifically, on a Saturday afternoon at Chanâs personal studio, the perfect mix of comfortable and private, while also being somewhat profesional. After all, it wouldn't be good if you were caught out in public with Stray Kids. Too many questions would come your way. So you and Chan planned out The Meeting over text (you had finally gotten his number during their promotions), and now the minutes were ticking down.
You would have postponed it more if you could, nervous and worried about revealing what was essentially the biggest secret you had ever had, but you were already cutting it close as it was. The tour officially kicked off earlier this week with their concert in Seoul, and by Monday afternoon you would be on your way to Japan. If anything happened (and it was a big if, because you trusted Chan, as stupid as it seemed, and he trusted Felix), you would prefer to not be overseas when it happened.
So now you found yourself nervously shaking your leg as the elevator numbers went up, feeling a strange sense of deja vu as you made your way off and down the very same hall you had taken when searching for the distressed omega over a month ago. You never did find out what happened to her. You hoped she was okay.
You reached the same door, the one Chan had told you about through text, and hesitated before knocking. You were early, just by a few minutes, but you imagined that Felix had to be there already right? Surely Chan had already explained what they were doing there.
This was it. Your first leap of faith. Would Felix be okay with your position, your decisions, and even your past involvement with his alpha? Or would one wrong move leave you without a job once again, possibly black listed from the industry entirely.
You took a deep breath, and knocked.
And then immediately regretted it. It felt like your heart was going to explode right out of you chest with how hard it started beating, and you started to feel like your limbs were 3 times heavier and yet disconnected from you all together. You wanted to run, but your legs were frozen. It was only the sight of Chanâs face, the comforting smell of fruits and flowers and ocean breeze, that snapped you out of it enough to force a smile onto your face.
You had a feeling it came out more like a grimace, judging by the sympathetic look he gave you.
âHey. You ready?â
You weren't given much of a choice as a second later, Felix was shoving himself in between Chan and the door. He was wearing a bright grin that slowly faded as he took you in. He said your name in confusion, and you shot Chan a look.
âYou didnt tell him?â
âI wanted to wait until you were here! Felix, I told you to wait.â
âWait, they're the ome-?!â
Both you and Chan moved in synchronization to hush the blonde, you pressing your hand against his mouth and the latter slapping his own hand over yours, effectively trapping your hand. Wide eyed, Felix seemed to have realized his mistake of screaming out in the middle of the JYP hallways, because he slumped against Chan in defeat.
âShmy,â he mumbled against your palm.
You gave Chan a look, and he let go quickly, allowing you to remove your hand from Felix's face. Taking a step back your fellow omega let you into the room with sharp eyes, and you could practically see the millions of questions that were forming in his head. Sure enough, it was only after the door was finally closed and you had taken a seat on the worn couch at the back of the room that he continued.
âI thought you were a beta,â was the first thing he said.
You looked away. âYeah, Im not. I uh ⌠lied, i guess.â
Felix was quiet, slowly walking from one side of the room to the other with a frown. Chan remained at the door with his arms crossed. And you sat stiffly on the couch, back rigid, feeling like you would rather be anywhere else but here.
Why did you agree to this again?
âSo you ⌠lied about being a beta,â Felix repeated. You nodded. âAnything else you lied about.â
You shook your head.
âI don't-â He placed his hands on his hips. âI just don't understand. Isn't it illegal to lie to your workplace?â
âIt's pretty illegal to not hire someone based on their presentation,â You argued. âAnd yet it still happens.â
âThe company doesn't do that,â Felix tried to argue.
You shot Chan a look, but he was staring down at the ground shaking his head. âDude. Of course they do. It might not be official, because like you pointed out, its illegal-â
âThey hire omegas and alphas all the time!â
âAre you kidding me? When have you ever seen anyone other than betas on your staff?!â
âThey hired me!â
You scoffed in disbelief. âThat's different.â
âHow?â
âYou're an idol! They dont give a shit about your presentation, all they care about is whether or not they can make money off you!â
Felix, bless his heart, actually looked shocked at the idea. He turned to Chan, you imagined for support, but the leader was now looking up, his jaw clenched. Felix pursed his lips, crossing his own arms.
Cinnamon burned your nose.
âOkay, fine. Let's say the company does discriminate. Why would you even want to work here if that was the case? Why not go find another job, one where you don't have to lie and hide who you are?â He wondered.
âBecause this is my dream, Felix. Working in this industry, being a part of the process, getting to use the languages I busted my ass to learn.â You let out a harsh sigh and flopped back onto the seats behind you. âAnd even if it wasn't, why should I have to give up an opportunity just because the company refuses to hire anyone who isn't a beta?â
âYou wouldn't have to lie,â Felix mumbled.
It felt like an accusation, a dirty shot to your pride, and your metaphorical hackles raised as a defense rested on your lips, ready to be shot back. But a small sound behind you made you pause. You turned back to glance at Chan, and for once, he was looking back.
He looked tired.
You hadn't noticed before, too busy worrying about the meeting. But now, really taking him in for the first time, you could see the circles under his eyes, the way the hoodie on his head was slipping back to reveal messy curls, the slump in his shoulders. Ironically, seeing his exhaustion made you feel tired, almost resigned.
You didn't want to fight with Felix. You had felt attacked, accused of doing something wrong, and had immediately flown into defensive mode. But this wasn't about trying to prove yourself right. You were here to get Felix to understand.
You took a deep breath, calming yourself. âFelix, what would you have done if the company had implemented the no omega rule when you were a trainee?â
Felix frowned. âI would have had to go somewhere else, I guess.â
âWhat if every company had that rule? What if you were no longer allowed to be an idol, just because you were an omega. How would that make you feel?â You said softly, seeing the understanding slowly grow on his face.
The blond was quiet for at least a full minute, staring intently at the wall as he thought. A range of emotions began to flash across his face, and the way the cinnamon in the air began to ease up assured you he was coming to an understanding. Movement at your side drew your attention to Chan as he sat down next to you, giving you a small smile.
âIt doesn't seem fair, but that's how things work out sometimes,â He said. âBelieve me, I wasn't thrilled at the idea at first. But I get it.â
Felix nodded his head. âYeah, I get it too. I don't like it-â
âBut you get it,â Chan finished.
âYeah.â
You patted Chanâs leg. âI don't like it either, but I'm willing to do what I need to stay here. It's important to me.â
Felix let out a sniffle, and then a full on sniff. âI don't understand how you do it, though. You smell like a beta.â
âDont worry about it,â You told him, shooting Chan a look.
The alpha blatantly ignored it. âIt's a âPheromone based perfume.ââ He said, with air quotes and all.
Felix raised his eyebrows at that. âYou're wearing someone else's scent?â
âI didn't steal it from them, if that's what you're asking,â You said, once again defensive.
Felix raised his hands. âI'm not judging.â
âSounds kinda judgy,â you muttered.
He bit his lip, eyes flickering to where Chan sat next to you. He walked over to your other side, hesitating at the end of the couch until you let out a sigh, patting the seat. With your permission, Felix settled down next to you.
âI'm not judging you. I promise. I just don't ⌠I dont like the idea of you having to hide yourself. It's not fair.â
Chan reached over from behind you to rest a hand on his omegas shoulder. Feeling the need to reassure him yourself, you grabbed one of Felix's hands with your free one (the other still resting on Chanâs leg, but you felt too awkward to move it now. Guess it was stuck there).
âIt's okay,â You tried.
âIt's really not.â
And it wasn't, so you didn't bother trying to argue with him about it. Instead, you allowed yourself to melt against the two aussies, warmth flowing into your body from both sides. You almost felt tempted to fall asleep.
âI am kind of curious,â Felix said, breaking the silence. âWhat you really smell like.â
You turned your head towards him, nose brushing up against his cheek. You mumbled out a sorry, pushing yourself back, subsequently pressing your back to Chan's chest.
âNot in a weird way. Its just that Chan mentioned it before, when he came home that night-â Felix clarified.
âWay to throw me under the bus,â Chan mumbled in english.
â-and I kind of wanted to see if he was right.â
You tilted your head to the side. âRight about what?â
âIf you really smell as sweet as he said.â
Felix was giving you a flirtatious look, but you found yourself more amused than anything.
âHe said that, huh?â
âReally mate?â Chan was pulling away from you and Felix, and you let out a squeak at the sudden loss of temperature from behind.
And also because your forgotten hand was suddenly remembered by both you and Chan as he tried to get up, your hand slipping from his leg and towards the floor with nothing left to support it. You tilted to the side, and both Chan and Felix moved to grab you. In the rush to catch you, you ended up pulling Felix towards you by your still joined hands, and he reached his own free hand out to catch himself. Your legs flailed as you tilted, and a hand cupped your head seconds before it hit the ground. Chan gave you and Felix panicked looks as the moving bodies settled, bent over at the waist where he was cradling your head, the other raised in Felix's direction as if to catch him.
You were the first one to laugh at the situation, a snort forcing its way through your nose. And then Felix followed, a high pitched cackle escaping as he realized the ridiculousness of your positions. Chan let out his own chuckle, trying to help you up, but his own leg caught on the couch, and he fell to his knees, hand still under your head.
Felix laughed harder.
âAre you okay?â You said, smiling wildly.
Face an inch from yours, Chan grinned. âI'm perfect.â
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Sunday morning was the moment you finally managed to get Sooyoung alone. She was home, and she didn't have any classes that day, and you were ready for her.
When she came downstairs that morning, looking sleepy, you sat up on the couch. She glanced at you as she made her way to the kitchen, and you gave her your best puppy-dog eyes, patting the seat next to you.
She paused.
âI understand if you're still mad, but I really would like to talk. Please.â
She blinked slowly at you, mouth pursing, and to your disappointment, she continued on towards the kitchen. You had almost lost hope until you noticed her grab two glasses from the cupboard, filling one up with water and leaving it untouched, downing the other one in one go. She walked back towards the living room with the extra cup.
Straight towards you.
She placed the cup in front of you. âYour face is puffy. You always forget to drink water.â
You didn't bother holding back your smile. âSo, not mad?â
Sooyoung let out a sigh, and finally sat down next to you.
âIâm not mad,â She repeated softly, gaze focused away from you. âTo be truthful, I regretted snapping at you the minute I left the room.â
âIt wasnât your fault. You were right.â
She snorted. âOf course I was right. But I understand why you didnât want to listen.â
The both of you were silent for a moment. You could hear heavy footsteps from above, your upstairs neighbor once again proving their feet must have been made out of lead. It was something the two of you had talked about often before, and the sudden reminder of your own little inside joke had both of you glancing at one another with smiles.
It felt like the air was suddenly lighter. âIâm sorry.â
âIâm sorry too.â
You didnât hesitate to throw yourself across the couch, Sooyoung opening up her arms with little resistance to catch you. It made your chest flutter as you soaked in her scent. For the first time in two weeks, you felt like everything was going to be alright between you two.
-0-0-
You should have known that good things don't last. The relief of both talks you had been dreading surprisingly going well lasted all up until Monday morning.
As all things do, the disasters came in three's.
The first inconvenience came in the form of a malfunctioning alarm, which you were positive you had set up the night before, but for some reason never rang. Instead, you were shaken awake by a panicked Sooyoung, telling you that if you didn't leave soon, you would be late for your flight. And so, half asleep, still wearing your pajamas top (you threw a hoodie on in the cab when you realized), and with messy hair, you arrived at the airport 15 minutes late.
You were just lucky you had packed the night before.
But that's when the next disaster struck. Stray Kids manager was waiting for you when you arrived, and he guided you to the check in area. But there was something wrong with the luggage options on your ticket, and the airline wouldn't let you send your suitcase with the rest of the group's luggage unless you paid extra (which you didn't have the money for). Of course, you only had one suitcase, and Soojin was convinced it would be fine for you to just take it with you as a carry on. And normally, you would agree.
But the idea of bringing your luggage with you through security very quickly brought up another problem. You had your pheromone perfume in your bag, more than enough for the trips you'd take on the tour, but more than the allowed amount of liquids that could pass through security. You realized pretty quickly that if they pulled that bottle out in front of everyone, it could very well out your lie to everyone right here, right now.
You panicked.
The rest of the group were gone, having just finished checking in when you arrived. Soojin had only stayed behind to make sure you got through the check in, and he was already on his way towards security. You turned to the lady at the check in desk with wide eyes, pretending like you just remembered something.
âI have a bottle of perfume in my bag. That can't pass security, can it?â
The lady paused. âOh, no. Sorry, you'll have to leave it behind.â
Yeah, that wasn't happening.Â
âActually, is it okay if I leave it in my friend's suitcase? I'm sure he wouldn't mind,â You said, flashing your best smile.
The lady gave a hesitant look to where Soojin had already disappeared around the corner, and then to the few suitcases still being loaded onto the conveyor belt by workers. After a moment of consideration, she gave you a nod, and you moved.
You grabbed your bag, quickly located the perfume wrapped in a towel (so it wouldn't break), and under the careful eyes of the check in lady you grabbed the only bag you were sure belonged to one of the members. It was a dark black suitcase that Chan had been pulling to the pile of other suitcases when you arrived, and you blindly shoved the towel covered bottle in as quickly as you could.
You got back to your feet fast, and with a quick bow to the lady and the workers, you grabbed your own bag and hurried after the rest of the group.
Soojin gave you a weird look as you finally joined him. âAre you okay? Were there any other problems?â
âNope,â You said a little too quickly. âJust had a question.â
He didn't get the chance to question it, as the security called him through to the other side at that moment.
Thankfully, everything seemed to go well. There were no red flags, the group made their way to the gate- Maya was thrilled to find out she would be sitting next to you on the plane- and you all settled down in the waiting area. It was only then that you approached the idols cautiously, doing your best to pretend you weren't being watched by the other staff.
It was Minho who spotted you first, raising his head as you approached and giving you a curious look. With his attention pulled, the others followed suit. Felix's face brightened as he spotted you, and Jisung gave you a wave.
âHey! We almost thought you weren't going to make it,â Chan said from his own seat.
Next to him, Hyunjin gave you a side eye, purposely looking away from you as if you were an inconvenience. You ignored the alphas' behavior in favor of returning Felix's smile, the omega patting the seat next to him with a mischievous look. Chan let out a cough that sounded suspiciously like a laugh.
âUm, I was actually hoping I could talk to you,â You told Chan, gesturing with your head to a part of the waiting area that didn't have a lot of people.
At this, both Hyunjin and Jeongin turned to look at you, and the others were doing a bad job of pretending like they weren't also listening in. Chan gave you a sheepish smile, turning to hand Hyunjin his sweater.
âI'll be right back.â
You gave the others a strained smile, quickly making your way over to a corner you felt was isolated enough that you wouldn't be heard. Just as a precaution, you lowered your voice anyway.
âSooo,â you began, giving a glance to the group still behind you. There were far too many eyes on you, including Hyunjin's less than friendly look. You grimaced. âWhat's his problem?âÂ
Chan glanced back over his shoulder, and Hyunjin immediately looked away. âAh. That would be ⌠our fault.â
âCome again?â
He sighed. âFelix hasn't stopped talking about you since Saturday. Nothing bad!â He assured you. âHe hasn't mentioned ⌠you know.â He gestured to you. âIt's just, you know. Bringing you up to the others, trying to see what they think of you.â
âOh god, is this about the courting?â You groaned, remembering the question he had asked on Saturday.
âWhen are you planning on courting them,â Felix had said jokingly, nudging Chan on the shoulder.
You had shot the two a look. âNever. It's against the rules.â
Felix raised a brow. âOh, now you're worried about rules.â
You shot him a look. âI'm serious, Felix. If the company found out I hooked up with Chan, I would be fired on the spot. They can't afford that kind of scandal.â
âI mean-â Chan shut his mouth when you turned your glare to him, raising his hands. âHey! It's not like either of us knew. You weren't even staff back then.â
âDo you think the company would care? The media? Your fans?â
Felix pursed his lips. âBut cant we at least tell the other members?â
âNo.â
âWhy not? They wouldnt say anything, you can trust them!â
âI wasnt even sure I could trust you,â You told him bluntly. âThe only reason I changed my mind was because I didnt want it to affect your relationship with Chan. Dont make me regret that choice.â
Felix had slumped back with a pout. âOkay, okay.â
He had dropped the topic, but you could see he want fully convinced. And now, trying to ignore the harsh judging look you were being given by Hyunjin, you were reassured in your decision against telling them the truth. If thos was how he was acting just at the mention of you âŚ
âHe means well,â Chan said softly. âIts just Hyunjin gets jealous, especially when it comes to Felix.â
âTell Felix to stop talking about me then. I really dont want to have any more issues on this trip,â you groaned.
âAnymore?â Chan's brows pulled down in worry. âIs everything okay?â
âThats actually what I wanted to talk to you about. I had a slight hiccup at the check in.â You raised your hand to quiet him when he started to speak. âIt's okay, everything is sorted out. But I had to stash something in your suitcase.â
He let out a nervous laugh. âIt's not drugs, is it?â
You slapped his arms. âNo, it's not drugs.â You both laughed at that. âI gave you my pheromone perfume. It would have been flagged if it went through security.â
Chan scratched the back of his head, looking confused. âI mean, yeah. That makes sense. But how did you know which bag was mine?â
You blinked slowly. âIt was the one you handed to the workers, wasn't it?â
He still looked confused.
âBig, black? Wheels on the bottom?â No recognition on his face. Your heart started to beat a little quicker than normal. âHad a silver handle?â
He shook his head. âThat doesn't sound like my bag, that sounds like-â He paused, and you had a sinking feeling in your stomach.
You both shared a knowing look.
âWhose bag was it?â
And as if fate itself was controlling your life, pulling the strings on irony, the third disaster reared its head in the shape of a jealous blond dancer.
Chan's head dropped with a bitter laugh.
âIt was Hyunjins.â
Fuck.
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No Oneâs Sidekick
Jason Todd x teen!reader
warnings: needles and guns and death mentions ya know
a/n: ok i was gonna do headcanons for this but honestly it sparked a lot of inspiration so im actually writing a oneshot for it this is a ONE IN A MILLION CHANCE bc im very picky about when to write oneshots ily. might do hcs also just cuz arkham knight is my passion. (honestly i should have just done hcs idk if i like where i went with this LMAO)
prompt: anonymous: âhi idk if you write Arkham Jason Todd but if if you do is it possible if you can do a Arkham Jason Todd x fem teen reader and reader is his sidekickâ
Imagine a life where you had nothing, you were the lowest anyone could go, and you were just a kid. Now imagine that there was someone standing in front of you, telling that same story, and offering you a chance to turn it all around because they knew how it felt to be you.
That someone was Jason Todd. You found each other by chance, somewhere in the Gotham slums. He walked past you down a dimly lit alley full of used needles and rotting trash, noticing a kid just a few years younger hiding from the world. You noticed a guy in a hoodie hiding a nasty scar on his cheek.
He reached out a hand, hoping youâd take it. He saw a look in your eyes that youâd been like this a while. And you might have noticed the same in his. Which is why after trusting nobody for years, you took this strangerâs hand. âI remember when I was a kid waiting in shitty places woth the hope someday itâd change. And it did one day. Someone found me and changed my life.â He explained after buying you a burger and fries.
âWas it for the better?â You asked him with a mouthful of food.
âI donât know anymore.â He looked shaken himself, and you could tell by the bags under his eyes this may have been a subject that kept him up at night, maybe took up his waking moments, too. âHow long have you been alone?â
âPractically forever. Every once in a while I felt like I was on steady ground and thenâŚsomething always happens.â You sighed, taking a sip of your soda. âBut I learned how to get by on my own. I had to. And I have to protect myself.â Jason raised a brow.
âYou protect yourself yet youâre willing to go off with a stranger?â He asked, giving you a warm smile.
âJason, right?â He nodded at the question. âJason Todd?â His expression dropped. Before he could stammer out a response, you leaned back on your side of the booth and said, âeveryone around here knows you one way or another, but everyone thought you were dead after you disappeared.â
âDid you know who I was when you came here with me?â Jason spoke lowly.
âNope.â You flatly responded. âBut I figured it out along the way. You used to live in my building when I was a kid, I knew I recognized you from somewhere.â
â3B?â He asked.
âThatâs the one. You remember?â You smiled.
âI remember a scared little kid with dirt all over their face no matter what time of day.â You both chuckled. âWow, itâs been a long time. I guess Iâm glad we ran into each other.â
âItâs nice. I just donât know where to go from here.â You took the last few bites from your meal, averting your eyes from his gaze, nervous for what was to come, but also hopeful. At this point, you didnât care what you did or where you went, as long as you had some kind of purpose. Spending your youth in sleeping in wet boxes or crashing on a sunken-in, stained couch was no longer something you could stand doing.
âI had an idea. A while ago. But I just didnât know how to go about it.â He revealed with a long pause, mustering up better details to share. âI dont know. It sounds crazy, but maybe not anymore.â
âCan you get to the point?â You tilted your head, eager for a bit more.
âYeah, yeahâŚâ He gulped. âI talked to this guy, it was after some really bad shit went down,â he brushed his scarred cheek, âthis high-profile assassin wanted to train meâwork with me. There are some demons I have to face, but I need some help to get ready.â You stared blankly for a minute, fingernail scratching the tabletop as you thought about his words. âItâs out of the country, somewhere in South America.â
âYouâre crazy.â You stated. âIâm in.â Jasonâs eyes widened. âAnything to get me out of Gotham. And youâre Jason Todd, Iâd trust you with my life, even after all this time.â His expression softened and he kind of chuckled, in disbelief of you and himself.
âIâI guess I gotta go make a call.â Jason knocked his hand on the table. âGo ahead and order dessert, Iâll be back in a few.â He stepped out the front door and opened his phone, scrolling down to a contact labeled âS. Wilson.â It rang twice. âIâm in, and one more will be joining us.â
âIâll make the arrangements for your travels, stay on the line.â Said Slade, there were faint keyboard clicks. âI have a private jet that awaits you at eight a.m. tomorrow. I will send you the address, donât be late.â The phonecall ended abruptly and Jason went back to your table, finding you eating a slice of pie.
âTomorrow morning we get to fly in a private jet.â Jason saw your face light up. âNever been?â
âââââ
Venezuela was incredible to you, even if it was a bit more humid than you were used to. On the plane ride, Jason told you everything. He didnât spare one detail, he didnât care. You were another Gotham City orphan with a dark past and a bright future. You two were ready for anything.
It was grueling. It was incredible. It was nothing youâd experienced before. Which was terrifying. But invigorating. You could tell Jason felt right back in his element, but you were desperately trying to catch up. Heâd had much training before this, relevant to the current situation. Youâre training went as far as standard Gotham Slums scuffling. Your skills included switchblade maneuvers, aiming for the crotch, running from trouble and climbing from trouble. Nothing like this ever seemed possible for you. But Jason knew what it felt like to be brought from your level to his. And as Deathstroke brought Jason to his level, heâd make sure youâd catch up.
âââââ
âI think you two are ready.â Slade announced as both of you stood before him. Straight backs, eyes forward, and arms behind your backs. âThe plan is to be enacted soon, and you,â he turned his attention to Jason, âitâs up to you what we do from here. Gotham City finally meets its match?â He suggested. Jason nodded his head once and you followed. And so it began, the planning phase.
âââââ
You looked at Gotham from down below. Smaller than you remembered. The whirring of the helicopter blades lulled you away from reality for a few moments before Jason tapped you, motioning for you to come up front with him. You slid your headset on and heard him begin barking orders at the militia before setting your comms to private. âHowâs it feel?â Jason asked you.
âI donât know, actually.â You replied, doing a final check to make sure your guns were loaded and secured. âWhat about you?â
âIt feels like Iâm finally getting my revenge.â His voice modulator sent a chill down your spine and you soon landed in Gotham. The plan went off without a hitch. Gotham evacuated, scum running loose, Batman distracted, and his allies scattered. It was exciting, but something was off. Scarecrowâs plan didnât sit well with you. It was gruesome, even to you. You never really cared about anyone but yourself, but as Jason lost his humanity, you gained it. âIâve got your back, y/n. You got mine?â
âAlways, Knight.â He chuckled as the chopper began to descend. âLetâs kill the Batman.â
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GOOD LUCK, BABE! #1 â ě ęľ
what happens when you leave everything behind, only to be faced with it again years later? eunbi is convinced she was given another shot at keeping all she ever wanted, but itâs difficult when that all is her childhood best friend who doesnât want to do anything with her anymore. how to earn his trust back?
âž pairing: non idol!jk x fem!oc
âž genre: childhood friends to strangers, friends to lovers, angst, fluff, smut
âž word count: 10.4k +
âž warnings: female oc named eunbi. explicit language. alcohol consumption. lots of flashbacks. mentions of menstrual cycle. misogyny (not jk). jk is one year older than eunbi. jk is a biker!! he doesnât have tats and piercings though, that will come later. theyâre currently in uni. jk is a film production student. eunbi is a literature student. awful abuse of italics. check masterlist for more!
âž authorâs note: hello!!! this is my first time doing this so please bear with me! english is not my first language so there might be some mistakes, if so please let me know. just in general, feedback is very appreciated :) as i mentioned, i never posted on tumblr before nor wrote an au in english so im kiiinda nervous about this⌠but i swear ill try to bring my idea to life in the best way possible and i wont make you regret reading this hehe⌠Also!!! each chapter is named after a song that reminds me of them <3 i hope you come to love eunbi and jeongguk as much as i do, maybe with time⌠thank you !
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Sitting across the table, he stares at her. The light of the twenty birthday candles reflecting in her eyes, the people surrounding her, his own friends. As sheâs blowing out the candles, he wonders what she wished for. Does she ever wish to go back in time? Does she think of him, of what once was? Does she regret what happened? Jeongguk scoffs at his own thoughts, looking away from whatâs in front of him. It makes his blood boil. How could she just forget?
âDid you even wish Eunbi a happy birthday?â Itâs Dahye blocking his line of vision now. He looks up from where heâs sitting, pout on his face and eyebrows slightly furrowed, âWhy would I? Would she ever do the same for me?â She would. Jeongguk knows heâs being petty, but he canât help it.
His friend rolls her eyes, unspokenly conveying just how tired she is of this constant snubbing between Jeongguk and the birthday girl, âSo you came to her party to do what? Sit here and burn holes into her skull? Fucking grow up Jeongguk, youâre being childish.â She forces him to get up, but as he does heâs not sure he can handle this whole situation for much longer.
Everyone is hugging her, but it all feels so fake. Her smiles and squeals directed to everyone else but him. He doesnât even know why heâs still here, doesnât wanna be part of this farce. He feels out of place with his own people. Why did she have to ruin this one thing he had created? Why did she have to be so likeable to everyone? He can keep lying to himself, arguing that thereâs no actual reason, but he knows first hand that it doesnât take much to become fond of her. She could be spotted in a million people. Sheâs effortlessly glowing, radiating the light of a thousand stars, and the light burns everything. It burns his eyes, his skin, his heart.
Jeongguk has to look down at his hands as he squeezes them into fists, trying to make sense of whatâs happening. Heâs letting anger take over, but he knows deep down what he truly feels is sadness. Helplessness, even. He looks up just to find her staring back at him, and is he reading hope in her eyes?
He needs to get out. Being in her presence isnât healthy for him, especially on whatâs supposed to be her day, her night. He can keep being resentful, but he knows he doesnât want to ruin that for her. Walking away from the table, he reaches the backdoor of the pub and searches for a cigarette in his jacket. Stress is clouding his mind and he just needs to relax. Breathe.
In his pocket, he doesnât only find the pack of cigarettes heâs now desperately trying to open, but also a reminder of how delusional he truly is. Jeongguk stupidly thought he could maybe muster the courage to go up to her and give her a little gift, just a sign of politeness, he thought to himself as he fished it out of a forgotten memory box. He knows ever since they saw each other again theyâve been acting petty. Purposefully ignoring each other as if nothing ever was. He thought he could at least put an end to this. Hand her a bracelet he still keeps from their childhood as a request for a truce.
Jeongguk shakes his head and scoffs. He feels crazy. Insane, even. Is he really the only one thinking so much about how weird this whole new dynamic between them is? He knows they havenât seen each other in years, of course things have changed, but why is she acting as if he is at fault? As if heâs the one who should apologise? He fumbles with the cigarette and struggles to keep it still in his mouth. Just then, he realises he doesnât have a lighter on him.
âFucking hell,â he looks up, maybe searching for help, talking to something greater than him. âWhy do you hate me, God?â
âBad day?â Jeongguk startles. He knows that voice. Turning around, he guessed exactly who it belonged to. She takes out a lighter and puts it between them, waiting for him to take it. Such a small gesture seems to mean infinitely more.
âUh, thanks.â Jeongguk is aware of how pathetic he sounds right now, voice small and low. âUm, happy birthday. I guess.â I guess? What the fuck?
Eunbi chuckles, amused by the way heâs acting. He swears that makes him even angrier, he feels like fucking screaming. âThanks. Weâre eating cake. Come back there when youâre done?â She stands there a few more seconds, just staring at him. She expects Jeongguk to say something, anything. Even give her a smile, a nod of his head. None of that happens.
With her hair styled in a half ponytail, perfectly tied at the back with a white bow, she nods to herself and walks away, leaving the lighter in Jeonggukâs hand. Heâs left speechless. Thatâs their first proper interaction after years. Thatâs all they could say to each other. He feels the hole in his chest, that he had managed to almost fully close, reopen at such a rapid speed, and he feels the urge to get out of that place immediately. Like hell heâs going back there.
Cigarette long forgotten, Jeongguk throws it somewhere in his jacketâs big pockets along with the lighter, and tries to make himself unnoticed while he frantically searches for the exit. Why the fuck are there so many people out drinking on a Monday night?
He feels bad for leaving his friends without any warning but heâs afraid one more second here could cause permanent damage to his brain. There's no point in staying any longer whatsoever.
âWhat a fucking waste of time.â Muttering to himself, he pushes the door open and walks ahead, keeping his head low while fishing for his bike keys in his jeans.
âJeongguk?â Of fucking course, he thinks as his eyes close for a second, searching for the little patience he had left. Eunbiâs voice fills the much quieter parking lot outside the pub, the sound echoing and making him stop in his tracks, helmet already in his hands as he turns around.
âYou're leaving?â If he didn't know her (and he would argue he actually doesn't anymore) Jeongguk would think there's a cloud of sadness in her voice. He slightly shakes his head and looks behind his shoulders. Scratches his head. Anything to escape what is happening.
âYeah, it's quite late. I have a 9 a.m. tomorrow. Don't wanna miss it.â He's lying. He doesn't have lectures on Tuesdays, and even if he did, he's no stranger to skipping classes. He doesnât care if the girl knows all about his ways. Hell, being in the same uni friend group doesnât actually allow to really avoid seeing each other every fucking day of the week.
âRight,â she nods, kicking the pebbles under her feet. He notices she chose to wear Converses even under the flowy white mini dress she has on, and they still look like she never cleans them. Then she hesitates, âWait a second? Iâll bring you a piece of cake to take home. It's your favourite, double chocolate.â
Jeongguk doesnât reply. Doesnât even give her a nod of his head. The birthday girl looks like sheâs waiting for it though, some sign of reassurance. Sheâs left with none of that again, and figures she should be as quick as possible to avoid Jeongguk leaving without knowing she truly appreciated him being here.
He scoffs at the sight he catches a glimpse of through the pubâs window, the girl frantically recovering a piece of the dessert she claims she knows itâs still his favourite â it is. At that, he almost thinks of waiting for her. Almost. He doesn't, his petty nature taking over. He hops on the bike, helmet on, revving the engine to finally get the fuck out of there. No waiting, no warning. After all, it's not like she'd ever warned him before disappearing.
Jeongguk feels absent for most of the ride back to his cramped rented flat. Dissociated. Mind full of thoughts (and maybe regret) but body so relaxed and at ease because of the gentle summer breeze brushing his skin. Itâs nights like these that take him way back, places in his brain that heâs sick of visiting. Jeongguk actually doesnât remember a lot, doesnât keep on too many memories of his past. Instead, he thinks heâs probably cursed with having every moment with her carved in his head, from the first time he saw her to the last.
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âMom, I'm going outside!â A ten years old Jeongguk rushed down the stairs, hands full and voice shaking with excitement. Once again, he gathered as many toys as he could and his trusted camera to go play outside the porch.
Laying on the sofa, his mom was concerned Jeongguk would fall with how eager he was in his movements, âAlright baby, stay off the road though!â The apprehension was short lived, the woman letting a sigh out of her mouth, knowing taming little Jeongguk was mission impossible.
Nonetheless, Mrs. Jeon had always believed her son to be very intelligent for his age, both academically and emotionally. He had already developed a great sense of responsibility and empathy, especially towards his peers, so she never once doubted his actions.
On the other hand, Jeongguk felt a sense of loneliness. Being an only child during summer meant many things, one of them being the fact that he was bound to be alone most of the time since schools were closed. And so he would do what he liked the most. He would go out and film.
Usually, the subjects were his own mother, or father. But sometimes he enjoyed making scenarios on his own, pretending to be a great director and moving his actors â his toys â however he wanted, âOne, two, three⌠action! We're rolling!â
His passion for photography and movies had grown increasingly over the past year, also due to him finding his new favourite thing ever in an old box of his dad, a Samsung SCD71.
As Barbie was about to finally kiss Ken under an imaginary stormy downpour, which Jeongguk was trying to make as believable as possible, a sudden noise had completely obscured the microphone of the camera, probably making the recording unusable. âWhatâs going onâŚâ Jeongguk directed the camcorder towards the origin of the annoying sound, and through the lenses he caught sight of a moving truck that had just parked on the road. More specifically, it stopped in front of the house next to his, which he had learnt to be empty. Up to that day, apparently.
Curiosity had always been one of the most striking and dominant aspects of Jeongguk's personality, which he probably got from his dad. Camera hanging around his neck, he got up, hopped the fence and got closer to the truck, still careful not to get on the road, just as his mommy had advised him.
Jeongguk came closer, spotting a girl about his age carrying a box double her size. Her voice could be heard, even if suppressed by the weight of those items, âMom, why do I need to carry these things, they're so heavy!â The girl whined fruitlessly, her mom going on about how she was just being dramatic, âEunbi, just leave it on the porch and your dad will take care of it.â
To Jeongguk, it didnât look like the kid was being dramatic. Those boxes seemed hard to even pick up. He bit his lip deep in thought, so much he didnât even realise his feet moving on their own and getting even closer to the scene. Before he knew it, he asked, âDo you need help with that?â He felt the urge to lend a hand, just because that was in his nature.
The little girl was startled, almost losing balance at hearing a strangerâs voice directed at her. She couldnât see who it was because of the box limiting her view, but she figured it didnât belong to someone much older than her. When she put the carton down, she got confirmation that she guessed right. Still, her first instinct was defensive, âHuh? Who are you? And no, I don't need any help, thank you.â
It was Jeonggukâs turn to be startled. Initially left speechless, he tilted his head at being rejected when he was just trying to be nice. No problem, heâll try again, âOh, okay but⌠you were just saying the box is heavy?â
The snappy girl furrowed her brows, seemingly much mature for the age she was showing, âYes, but that doesn't imply that I can't carry it.â Arms crossed, she looked proud of the reply she came up with, but really was just waiting for her dad to do something about the weighty box.
Tilting his head to the other side, Jeongguk reminded the girl of her little black poodle she had to leave back in her old town with her grandma. Big brown eyes and long hair, the boy pouted in thought, âIm- imply? What's that?â What can he say, he had always preferred scientific subjects.
âWhatever.â Eunbi â was that her name? â looked around in hopes to find her parents, who were inside, busy unboxing the most important items to get the long process of moving out started. When she stared back at the boy, she sighed, âI guess you can help me.â
Jeongguk chuckled contentedly, suddenly very pleased with carrying heavy things for a girl he didnât even know. âWhatâs your name?â He tried to make conversation while they both went back and forth with the cartons, a silent competition between them on who was faster.
âIâm Song Eunbi⌠you?â Both too tired to keep carrying other stuff, they sat down on the stairs of the door to her new house, which she didnât seem that excited about.
âOh, I'm Jeon Jeongguk, I live next door. I came here because of the noise, heh.â He smiled a big one, showing his teeth and almost fully closing his eyes. That caused the younger one to smile too, starting to let her guard down. With the boxes out of the question, she noticed a big object hanging around his neck, âWoah⌠whatâs that?â
She reached to touch the Samsung camcorder but he was quicker, grabbing it and tugging it to his chest in a protective manner. The pigtails girl retracted her hand, a slow pout coming on her face but not fully developing, because before that could happen Jeongguk had recovered with a jolt of his head, âSorry, donât like people touching it. Itâs a camera. I use it to record and stuff. You wanna see?â
Eunbi didnât reply, wary of the device in Jeonggukâs hand, and she just watched him maneuver it as if it was his job. When he gasped, she returned the attention to his face, âIt was still recording. Forgot to turn it offâŚâ He seemed more as if he was muttering to himself, but then he also shifted his gaze towards her.
Lifting the lenses up to his face, Jeongguk pointed the camera towards his â hopefully â new friend, âDo you wanna say hi?â He zoomed in and out, focusing on the background then on her. âHuh⌠hi.â She smiled sweetly and the boy remained on that view for more seconds than necessary, before ending the recording.
The initially grumpy girl seemed to share that same curiosity that characterised Jeongguk so well, because she eagerly started asking the older kid questions about the camera, and he easily complied.
They spent the next two hours watching Jeonggukâs self-directed short movies, in which Barbie was always somewhat saved by Ken; and then Eunbi was so inspired by that, she tore open her toy box and instructed Jeongguk just how to direct the sequel of one specific film he had showed her.
His mom was scared, to say the least. Opening the front door to call Jeongguk for dinner and not instantly seeing him. Panic, panic, panic. None of that was occurring in Jeonggukâs head, though. He was so excited to have new toys that he could use to fulfil his director dream, and Eunbi seemed happy too. Together, they created the most original stories that the only child could surely have never come up with on his own.
When Jeongguk thought he heard his momâs voice, for the first time throughout those endless hours he lifted his head up from the camera. âBaby! Oh, thank God, I was so scared.â His mom came rushing towards him, holding his head to her chest.
Toys dropped to the ground, Jeongguk looked at his mother and the clear height difference made him also aware of how dark the sky had turned compared to when he first walked out his door.
âWe were just about to come around!â At that exact moment, Eunbiâs parents walked down the stairs of their porch to greet Mrs. Jeon, âOur pleasure, you must be Jeonggukâs mom?â
The mentioned lady only nodded her head, anxiety still struggling to leave her body after thinking she just lost her only son. âI am⌠Um, Iâm sorry about him,â
âNo, donât even!â Eunbiâs mom interrupted, âHeâs been nothing but a sweetheart. We would love to have him, you and your husband over for dinner this week. We just moved in and itâd be nice to make friends.â She admitted, slightly embarrassed that her flow of thoughts made her say that out loud.
While the adults were sharing adults-stuff talk, Jeongguk managed to escape his momâs embrace and go back to his new friend. He pointed the camera to himself, âIâm sorry, my dear public, but the movie has been interrupted.â Jeongguk announced with the saddest voice, looking over at Eunbi who nodded just as dramatically.
Now with the lenses on her, she sighed, âYes, sadly. Will Barbie save Ken from the zombie apocalypse?â She sounded genuinely upset they didnât get to find out, âI guess weâll never know.â
They did find out. Made another four sequels that summer. Jeongguk will forever hold that to his heart as the best heâs ever had, the first time in his 10 years of life he spent the scorching season with a friend by his side, making the heat and the boredom bearable.
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âAre you even listening to me?â Jimin looks at Jeongguk, annoyance clear on his features when he notices the younger one isnât paying attention to his rant about cafeteria prices being ridiculously high. They had decided to try and get some assignments done in a coffee shop that had just recently opened, but actually ended up talking about anything but university. Jimin waves a hand in front of the brown haired boyâs face, âEarth to Jeongguk?â
The mentioned boy shakes his head, lifting it from the palm on which he was resting his cheek, âHuh? Sorry, what was that?â Jeongguk hadn't meant to space out, but lately it seems like it's been easier to get lost in his thoughts. Jimin's eyes soften visibly as he sighs.
âIt was nothing important,â now that the blonde guy has his friendâs attention again, he thinks of shooting the question heâs been careful about asking. âI was actually wondering if you wanted to come out tomorrow evening. The whole group is going.â Hope fills Jimin's voice and he forces his biggest smile, knowing convincing Jeongguk to go out these past weeks had been close to impossible.
Jeongguk studies his best friendâs face, squinting his eyes suspiciously, âIs she gonna be there?â Such a simple question completely shutters the already minuscule hope Jimin had left.
Still, the blonde head tries to act unbothered, âI did just say that the whole group is going too.â He searches for the youngerâs eyes but it looks like heâs already set on a firm answer.
âThen no.â Jeongguk replies, his eyes low on the table, picking up every uninteresting detail he can catch. He knows thereâs no actual reason for him to reject Jiminâs invitation. He also knows itâs been a while since he started being this difficult over simple matters he wouldnât have stressed about months ago. What he doesnât know is since when he started feeling like he doesn't belong among his own friends. Or better, he does, yet he doesn't want to acknowledge it.
The older of the pair sighs, fixing his hair and trying to find a solution to his friendâs sudden change in demeanour, âYou know, you really should talk to her. Sort this thing out between you two.â His voice is careful, almost too delicate. Jimin had always been a big advocate in the truce between the two, if there had even been a war to begin with, yet never managed to make Jeongguk reason with him.
No matter how gentle Jimin was trying to be, he still gets an unwanted reaction from the other man, who now crosses his arms on his chest and furrows his brows. âOh, so I should be the one to talk first. Why can't it be her? No one ever thinks of the way Iâm feeling.â Once again, Jeongguk is being unreasonably difficult. He hates the words he chooses as soon as they come out of his mouth.
Jeongguk knows his friends deeply care for him, especially the one in front of him. They had been glued together since the day they met, now even sharing an apartment. They werenât totally compatible for multiple reasons, but thatâs probably why they became so close. They both added elements that were missing to each other and created a smooth dynamic, a connection able to transcend many barriers.
Thatâs why Jeongguk knows he can be as childish as he wants, because Jimin will always find the right words to put him in his rational mind again, âGuk, what Iâm trying to say is⌠This is genuinely not healthy for you. Youâve been stressing so much over this and detaching yourself from the others.â
The brown haired boy keeps eye contact with his friend now, no longer escaping confrontation. Heâll admit heâs tired of running. Jimin really hopes his eyes can help his words convey how he feels about this, âTheyâve asked me if youâre okay, you know. They noticed. They miss you when youâre not there.â
Hearing this makes Jeongguk bite his lip and look away in thought. Heâs never been like this. Jeongguk doesnât want to be like this. Feels terrible knowing his friends have probably interpreted him being more absent in a completely wrong way. No one else knows about the real reason, except Jimin.
He feels stupid when he realises just seeing her again had taken such a toll on him, when really he loves being surrounded by his people. The people who have been by his side this past year, who made university bearable, with whom he finally felt like he belonged somewhere. Now, one of them is in front of him, trying anything to get him to say a simple yes, âCâmon? Itâs gonna be fun, we can just be on our own if you w-â
âJimin. Itâs okay. Iâm coming.â He doesnât know if itâs an impulsive decision, but seeing the incredulous smile on the blonde guyâs face makes him not dwell too much on what he just agreed to.
Jimin scoots his seat closer, putting his hands on Jeonggukâs shoulders, âReally? Youâll come?â Seeing the other boy just nodding at his questions, he makes a sound close to a squeal and claps his hands, âItâs gonna be so fun. The best party weâve ever been to. I promise!â
The younger one just laughs while Jimin goes on about how he has to update the group chat on Jeonggukâs presence and, âShould we plan our fits? I was thinking of wearing that shirt Hobi lent me that I never gave back.â
Jeongguk laughs, genuinely surprised that his presence could lift Jiminâs spirit up so much. He has been too harsh on himself ever since she made her appearance, thinking it wouldnât make a difference if he was there or not for the others. Fuck her. Those are his friends too.
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As soon as he heard the house phone ring, he picked it up. There could be three possible people calling: his aunt, his grandmother, or Eunbi. Guessing by the time displayed on his computer, it had to be the third. With how much the two of them spent talking over the phone (even if they lived next to each other) Jeongguk had asked his mom to get him a desk phone of his own, so it could be easier to call.
Pausing the game he had been close to finishing, he moved the device to his ear, âHello?â
âJeonggukâŚâ Noises close to sobs could be heard on the other line, making the boy worry. It was definitely his neighbourâs voice, but something about it was not right.
With his eyes unconsciously wide open, making them bigger than they already were, he got up from his seat on the desk, âBee? Everything okay?â
Silence was what he was met with initially, until he could hear sniffing and shuffling, âHuh⌠I donât know. I think I got the⌠thing.â
At that, Jeongguk slowed down. Panic slowly left his body, which automatically sat down again on the chair. The boy almost didnât consider a very important feature characterising his best friend: her being totally over dramatic about anything slightly outside of her usual routine.
If one single hair was out of place; if someone didnât agree with her; if Jeongguk picked Toad instead of his usual Luigi in Mario Kart. Little meaningless actions that could get Eunbi to either yell, cry, or both.
When anything of the sort would get that reaction out of the girl, Jeongguk would do the most to be an absolute menace and make it ten times worse, just because he enjoyed bickering with her.
However, he knew not to do that in situations like these, when he didnât know if she was genuinely hurt and needed some sort of comfort, protection. Thatâs why he did his best to understand the situation, âWhat⌠thing are we talking about exactly?â
âI⌠This is disgusting. But my parents are out, Iâm home alone, and,â she sobbed âI need diapers but like, for women.â Another hiccup escaped her.
The boy on the other side didnât know how to react. Had a vague idea of what could have happened but wasnât that confident to assume, âWhat the heck are you talking about.â
âJeongguk! Just get me those things and come here!â The line got cut abruptly and for a second Jeongguk sat there, just listening to the endless beeping. It resembled what was happening within his brain cells. Think, think, think.
He was pretty sure he saw his mother buying diapers-like stuff, came across them a few times in the bathroom. Knew every time she complained about pain, his dad automatically went out to buy those for her; figured itâs what Eunbi needed and begged for.
Putting the phone down, he sprinted to the upstairs bathroom, glad his parents were still downstairs, probably watching those game shows they love, assuming from their laughter. Which is also how he thought they would react if they saw him digging through his momâs drawer looking for pads.
He found two types, âWhy do they make one for day and one for nightâŚâ As he inspected them, he figured he should bring both and let the pained girl try them on or something. Do they go by size? This is weird.
Jeongguk took everything he could find and put it in his backpack, hurriedly going down the stairs and just then realising he had to come up with an excuse to his parentsâ questioning eyes.
âHuh⌠Eunbi wanted to show me a new game she got. Iâll be back in a few.â He nodded enthusiastically, more to himself for being so quick on the spot, and rapidly exited the door before anything his parents said could stop him.
When he rang the doorbell, the first time wasnât successful. He unconsciously bit his lip and tried again, worried something might have happened. With his finger hovering over the buzzer for a third time, the door suddenly opened and a messy haired Eunbi pulled him in.
âThis is insane. Iâm only eleven. This canât be happening, Gguk. I used Dadâs computer to look this up and itâs saying this comes every month. Every month!â His back to the door, the boy was held hostage by his babbling best friend on the verge of a serious crisis, âThis is the end of m-â
âJesus Christ, stop.â Jeongguk put his hands on her shoulders, trying to get the scared girl to stop panicking, âI got what you need. Theyâre called pads, by the way. Also, why do I know more about this than you?â The older boy knew he shouldnât be pissing off his already very pissed off neighbour, but he canât help it. Loved making fun of her.
Still, with Eunbiâs voice being surely audible even from outside the house, yelling at him for disrespecting her, he took out the women-diapers and handed them to her, âListen, Iâm not sure how these work. I can look it up online, if you w-â
âNo, oh my god. You donât wanna see what I saw. Iâll figure this out.â Tugging the five packs of pads to her chest, she nodded confidently. She rocked on her heels, lifting her shoulders up and then down releasing a long sigh, almost as if she was waiting for something else. Jeongguk exchanged her (not so) convinced nod, not sure what else to do, âHuh⌠Okay, go.â
âYes! Right,â Nodding again, this time repeatedly, she turned around. Not even one step in, she spinned to face the older boy again, embarrassment dancing on her cheeks, âUm⌠actually, stand outside the door?â She smiled her sweetest one and, without waiting for an answer, dragged him to the bathroom door, closing it to his face but still talking through the whole thing, oh, I think it fits like this; no, maybe like that. This doesnât feel so bad. Just sticky. Jeongguk wasnât sure this was what he agreed to when becoming friends with a girl.
Twenty minutes later, the newly menstruating girl came out of the room, looking up at her best friend. He was glad something different was now showing on her face, something close to relief, âI feel better, Gguk. I feel like this is a new beginning,â which was followed by her endless ranting â review and all â on this new experience. She couldnât believe she shared her first period with Jeongguk. Heck, Jeongguk couldnât either.
âWhy didnât you just call your mom?â With a movie playing in the background, only after an hour of looking up âmenstrual cycleâ online, he genuinely wondered why he was the one there instead of her mom or one of her girl friends.
By the looks of it, Eunbi didnât take the simple question that well, âI get it, you hate me, you think Iâm annoying and-â
âGod, you get what I mean when I say youâre over dramatic?â
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That version of Eunbi feels much closer to the one thatâs in front of him right now, turned around and waiting in line to get inside the club all their friends decided to go to together. After agreeing impulsively, there was much rethinking on his side, but Jimin would keep begging him to just come, itâll be a fun night.
Sure. There he is. Not even in, and already hating every second of it. It was not only because of her, Jeongguk just didnât get the hype around dancing for hours and being suffocated by other sweating drunk bodies. To be completely honest, he dreaded these places. Now even more, having to witness Eunbi fighting with random men that take pissing people off as a hobby.
The worst thing that could happen to her already over dramatic personality is being joined by the origin of drama itself, Dahye. The latter is actually the reason why the now yelling girl became part of his friend group. In the middle of last semester, she had to look for a roommate and fate wanted her to be the last person on earth he wished to see again, especially in Seoul. However, they instantly kicked off and she got introduced to the others, which also included Jeongguk. Imagine his face when he saw her.
Everything led to this moment though, with Eunbi and Dahye entertaining the dumb, probably already drunk guys over an even dumber argument, âHow are you judging me for drinking a Sex on the Beach when you literally reek of beer, the worst beverage on earth.â
Jeongguk doesnât know if heâs glad or not that the girl didnât lose her blabbering tendencies, the little kid inside him enjoying the bickering and seeing her worked up over dismissible issues. However, no matter if sheâs discussing cocktails or science, he feels like keeping his guard up high this time, just because these men donât look like they have the best intentions, and he doesnât want anybody to get hurt. Anybody.
Heâs proved right when they emit the ugliest laughs at Eunbiâs claims, with one of them getting almost all up in her face, which Jeongguk doesnât like at all. He takes a step further, securing a safer spot behind the girls in case something happens and he has to intervene. You never know with the two roommates, itâs not the first time theyâll be causing a scene. Itâs not because he cares about the shorter girl. Heâs just worried about her potentially getting the group kicked out. Yeah.
Licking his lips, the bald guy (not even an inch taller than the girls in flat sandals) squares the Sex on the Beach girl up and down, doesnât look like heâs close to letting the stupid fight go, âLet me guess, the cocktail, those shoes, the attitude⌠You probably study some dumb shit like Psychology, huh?â
Such a meaningless statement gets all his minions to laugh, patting his shoulders and making more comments amongst themselves. Dahye rolls her eyes, unamused by the whole act, âThatâs not the outrage you think it is, babe.â
That only gets the drunk men to laugh more, Jeongguk squeezing his fists for a second and instantly reading the look on the other angered girlâs face, knowing sheâs probably ready to turn this into the worst night of every present personâs life just for the sake of her degreeâs reputation.
âHa, ha. Very funny. Itâs Literature, you dickwad. You know, you're single-handedly making engineersâ notoriety even worse than it actually is.â Jeongguk knows thereâs no stopping Eunbi, but he wishes he could right now. Heâs glad the girl is able to stand her own ground, but is also afraid this may end horribly.
The counterpart of the diss seems taken aback, his two brain cells struggling even more because of the alcohol in his body, âHow do you know Iâm an engineer?â
Having it served on a silver plate, the girl in her short dress smirks, ââCause you look like a fucking dick.â
The men feign their surprise, the guy that mainly entertained the conversation saying something along the lines of Wanna see?, pointing at his down area and snickering, while his friends act like heâs the absolute peak of comedy.
Jeongguk has to clench his jaw, not at all pleased with how the situation is escalating. He knows Eunbi can handle such stuff, but he swears heâs one more comment away from stepping in.
On the other hand, she doesnât seem to mind, not even thinking of backing up and showing the guy her pointer finger and thumb almost touching, indicating the guyâs size. Jeongguk slightly smirks. Then immediately wipes that off his face. He doesnât find her funny.
âYou know, this is the third time you end up talking about my dick,â the bastard is getting closer to his friends, and Jeongguk hates that. âYouâre funny, you just need to be disciplined.â
As soon as those words leave his mouth, Eunbi doesnât hesitate to invade the guyâs personal space too, holding eye contact, ready to literally throw hands if not for Dahye quickly catching her arm to move her away.
The bald head scoffs, before adding the filthiest shit his misogynistic limited mind could come up with, âIf you ever need this engineerâs dick when whatever youâre studying leaves your ass on the sidewalk, you can come suck it for a couple of wons.â
Jeongguk sees absolute red for a second. Heâs had more than enough now, putting a hand on Eunbiâs shoulder before anything more than an incredulous gasp could leave her mouth. He makes himself noticed, not that it was hard with his taller figure, taking matters in his own hands, âWhat the hell is your problem, man?â
When the mentioned guy diverts his eyes from the girl he just degraded and moves them on Jeongguk, he takes a step back. Still, he doesnât stop his dirty mouth from running, âShit, is she already busy with you? Sorry, man.â
His group laughs at that too, and the taller boy unconsciously squeezes his hand on the girlâs shoulder, clenching his jaw. âYouâre fucking disgusting. Get the fuck out of here before I make you.â
What his eyes convey is definitely stronger than the words he lets out, wishing he could destroy every bone in the guyâs body, who now knows to stop being so smart. He mutters a few more comments though, making it harder for Jeongguk to not act upon his violent thoughts, âIâll give you three fucking seconds.â
That makes the guy lift his hands up in surrender and finally turn the other way, distancing himself even from his friends, who donât find him amusing anymore.
Jeongguk thinks the whole thing is over, but of course he should have trusted his wide knowledge on the fussy girlâs behaviour more, and predicted that she wouldnât have let it go so easily, âOh, so now that a man broke in you shut up, huh? Come talk, you little pus-â
âEunbi. Câmon. We have to get in,â Itâs â strangely â Dahye who doesnât go along with her roommate and instead directs her to the entry, assuring her how thereâs going to be no more trouble and just a long night of fun. The other girl just scoffs, too busy looking back at those men to try and get them to react again, but when sheâs inside and she loses sight of them she finds her eyes meeting Jeonggukâs, who is directly behind her.
The interaction is awkward, to say the least. She slightly bows at him in recognition, while he just nods and does his best to avoid finding her eyes again, resorting to turning around in search for Jimin, probably way behind with Hoseok.
Heâs so thankful when he feels a pat on his shoulder, and looking to his side itâs Namjoon that pulls him into a side hug, âThat was tuff, man.â
âAh, nothing,â Jeongguk nods, adrenaline still struggling to leave his body and not allowing him to relax. He follows his friendâs steps even if theyâre going in the same direction as the person heâs now even more than before trying to avoid. He didnât plan to be this close to her for so long.
âI thought you hated,â the taller guy uses his chin to refer to the girl in front of them. âBut here you are defending her.â
The other guy is glad for the loud music playing, the last thing he wanted was for the mentioned girl to hear. He also doesnât want Namjoon or anyone else to think that was him coming in her defence. It was just common sense. Doesnât know why he felt like breaking the guyâs nose though. Figures thatâs common sense too.
Before he can justify himself, the remaining members of the group reach them, giving Jeongguk the chance to get away from the sight of the girl but still feeling a burning sensation on his tongue. The need to make himself clear.
The chaotic atmosphere is even more emphasised by his already tipsy friends telling him again and again how happy they are to see him here, shaking him by the shoulders with way too much enthusiasm. Now distracted by the earlier incident, he just jokes with them like usual, but he feels a nervous sensation creeping up his neck. With a drink in his hand, he tries to follow the music, but he canât seem to focus.
When Jeongguk finds Namjoon again, who was already handed a drink by Jimin, he gets close to his ear, replying to his previous insinuation, âI wasnât- defending her.â
The older guy furrows his brows at him, signalling the conversation being over and certainly not that important, âSure, man.â Showing his thumbs up, Namjoon scream sings some lyrics at him, Jeongguk still feeling a bit uneasy. He just needed to specify that. He was not defending Eunbi. Well, technically. But Dahye was there too, and sheâs his friend. Of course he would have done th-
âGgukkie!â Itâs Jiminâs voice pulling him away from his thoughts, but also pulling him closer to the floor, âIâm so happy youâre here! This is fun, no?â
Jeongguk nods and chuckles at his best friendâs horrific dance moves, just now realising how tipsy he already is but taking it as the opportunity to fully let what happened go.
The rest of the night is unexpectedly fun. Heâs surrounded by great energy that his friends keep oozing, and he realises just how much he had missed laughing to the point of his stomach hurting. Shouting when the group's favourite songs came on. Chuckling at a way too drunk Hoseok trying to get him to move his hips a bit more. Of course, he should have predicted his friendsâ main goal is to get absolutely shit faced tonight. He isnât really in the mood for that, though enjoying the state of the others while too much alcohol is flowing in their bodies.
No drinking means Jeonggukâs social battery is running out much faster than the othersâ, not having enough energy to entertain the constant back and forth between his friends, and certainly to handle them not even needing one single break from the dance floor.
At some point during the endless dancing, he settles on just being by the bar counter, sitting on a stool and taking no more than a few sips from the drink Jimin had given him as soon as he had stepped foot in the club, which was hours ago by now. He doesnât know why, but alcohol tastes awful on his tongue tonight and itâs a task on its own to even swallow it.
âCan I buy you a drink?â It comes from a silky voice on his right, close enough to startle him slightly before he recollects and takes in the girl looking at his face expectantly. She has soft features framed by smooth blonde hair, completely contrasted by her intense makeup and burgundy mini dress. So far from his type, but Jeongguk entertains it for some reason.
âWell, you stole my line there,â the smile he gives her is gentle but playful and it sets the girl into a fit of giggles, clearly amused by the mysterious dark guy sitting alone by the bar. And thatâs exactly what she tells him, âI had to give it a try, you get me? I love boys that look just like they need to be fixed.â
âThat is absolutely ridiculous,â he genuinely laughs, and heâs joined by her. Jeongguk canât lie, the conversation between them takes off right from the start. Itâs a nice back and forth that takes his mind off things for a while, not enough to actually give into her flirty intentions, but enough to eventually move to the dance floor with her. Sheâs witty and he likes that about her. Abbey? Ashley? He clearly doesnât like her enough to remember. Or maybe he just doesnât care.
He canât bring himself to, especially when his line of vision falls right on a tipsy Dahye-less Eunbi next to what seems to be more than one guy. Sheâs laughing a lot and heâs sure none of what the men are spluttering can be that funny. Itâs probably just the alcohol, and that is enough for him to keep him observing. Only to make sure nothing bad happens.
Abbey-Ashley must have noticed his sudden disinterest, and with boldness she wraps her short arms around his neck, bringing him way too close to her face than he had planned to be to any woman this night. The eye contact is uncomfortable, and Jeongguk is itching to keep checking on whatever was happening not too far from him, but the blonde speaks her wittiness again, âYou wonât let me offer you a drink and youâre not willing to dance with me, is this how men feel?â
The pearly smile on her face lets him know the setting between them is still playful, so he just shakes his head letting a small giggle out of his mouth. Now with the woman almost hanging from his neck, he resolves on just going along with her moves, and when he steals a glance at the girl he was previously keeping an eye on and sees her staring back he feels a sense of unwarranted satisfaction.
He keeps searching for that, wanting more of that groundless feeling but all heâs met with is more and more flashes of her digging a hole heâs afraid sheâs gonna fall in, with the men acting way too friendly and her drunk mind not noticing. Or just not caring.
When the blonde in front of him starts being a little too inclined on taking the physical contact further, he regrets not even finishing his previous and only drink of the night, wishing he could give in but knowing he canât with his mind thinking way too rationally and being too aware of his surroundings. He genuinely thinks Abbey-Ashley is a nice girl, and he feels sorry knowing heâs going to reject her. Thinks it was kind of fuckboy-ish for him to go along with her knowing theyâre on two completely different lines, but still doing it because it seemed like the quickest escape from his running mind.
He gently puts his hands on her waist, intent on moving her away and trying to come up with a reasonable excuse, when he hears his name being called and for the second time tonight, heâs glad Namjoonâs parents fucked. âHey, JK- oh shoot, am I interrupting something?â
The smokey eyed girl breaks away from her moment and seems suddenly very interested in hearing Jeonggukâs answer, batting her eyelashes at him in hopes of getting a different reaction from what she knows the evident one is going to be. She did know the brown haired man was not interested; she still figured she could try and change that.
Jeongguk moves his gaze from his friend to the girl and hesitates, âHuh⌠not really.â He gives an awkward tight lipped smile, thinking this is fucking embarassing, then tries not to read too much in Namjoonâs weirded out expression, âWhatâs up?â
âEverybody is leaving, Jimin and Dahye already did with Hoseok after throwing up on three sofas.â Namjoon scoffs, rolling his eyes amusedly, âAnyway, see you in uni?â
Jeongguk has a few questions heâs afraid to know the answer to, but still he daps up his friend and then inevitably searches with his eyes for Eunbi, the reason for his worry. He knows Dahye, her usual ride home, will kill him if he lets her roommate wander off with some random men while drunk. Hell, he himself wouldnât let that happen. He dislikes the girl, but heâs still human.
Jeongguk stresses even more when he sees her directed towards the exit with said guys. He completely disconnects from what the burgundy dressed girl is telling him, only picking up a âCan I get your number, though?â
Maybe itâs his guiltiness acting, or just him wanting to find a quick escape, but he does share his number in surely unanswered hope that sheâs going to give up reaching out to him eventually. That does get her to part ways though, not before a sneaky kiss is left on his cheek. He really wants to kill Eunbi.
His next steps are directed towards her, ready to re-enact his previous success at getting rid of those beer stinking misogynists, but heâs left surprised, and in some sense relieved, when he sees her standing alone, arms wrapped around her small freezing figure with her phone to her ear. When he gets closer, heâs able to catch her muttering nasty remarks towards Dahye, so bad that he believes her roommate can feel them right now, in her probably passed out state and all.
âFucking fuck, why is she not answering,â Before she can dial her number for the fifth time, she spots Jeongguk on her right, and for the first time since they saw each other again in years, she seems glad that heâs there, âJeongguk!â Her voice is giddy, and he thinks he hasnât heard his name being said like that in a long time.
Still, he keeps an unbothered act up while standing in front of her, hands in his jeans pockets, âDahye went home already. Iâm guessing she was your ride home.â
Now, he knows sheâs overdramatic, but with alcohol flowing through her system that trait of her surely reaches its finite form. She lets out an incredulously loud gasp, mouth hanging and all, and whispers some more insults under her breath. When she still doesnât reply, he listens more attentively to what sheâs muttering and he latches on to her intention of going back home with a taxi, âI have 9,000 won on me, so that will probably do, EunbiâŚâ
He witnesses beyond belief the girl in front of him giving herself a whole encouraging speech before taking off onto the road, uncareful of eventual vehicles steering on it. That triggers his instinct, yelling her name. It unexpectedly but luckily stops her in her tracks, making her turn around with a not so pleased expression.
Jeongguk canât believe what heâs offering to do while having to be met with that look on her face. Ugh, brat. âWhat the hell are you doing? Câmon, Iâm taking you home.â
The laugh she lets out is so obnoxious and loud that a few people actually turn around startled, and Jeongguk has to literally sprint over to her, holding her wrist to bring her further away from the road and from the clubâs entrance, âShut up, God,â He whisper yells, while she seems to do the exact opposite.
It luckily stops at some point, but as if nothing ever happened she turns too serious too soon, âYouâŚâ Her finger is pointed at Jeonggukâs chest in what seems to be a menacing manner, eyes narrowed and dipping into his, âYou own that loud bike. Iâm not getting on it. Not getting on it!â She yells that last sentence, making a scene as if she was trying to break free from Jeonggukâs hold, which he immediately drops, while still trying to get her to be quiet.
The genuinely desperate expression on the boyâs face is enough for her next move to be crouching in half, holding her stomach as unexpected laughter holds her body hostage once again, Jeongguk sighing unbelievably and regretting every single thought of his that led him to follow her outside.
âCan you please- be normal,â Jeongguk actually begs, bringing the girl up and noticing real tears around her eyes, smudging her glittery makeup. He doesnât know whatâs so funny, his expression clearly conveying that annoyment.
âYou- Youâre too funny,â She giggles, recovering from her sudden fit of laughter, which dies down slowly this time with her emitting a long sigh. The drunk girl shakes her head to herself, retrieving her phone once again and opening the Uber app. Jeongguk is having none of it.
âIâm being serious. Iâm not letting you get a taxi at this hour. Youâre getting on that loud bike, like it or not.â His firm statement is luckily not followed by chuckles, nor by a witty remark, just her snapping her head up with big eyes staring into his unsurely. He feels like having to deal with an eleven year old all over again, only this time his patience is running thin and he doesnât feel like waiting.
The girl catches up to him, trying her best to keep up with his pace and following him closely to the vehicle thatâs going to be her ride home tonight. She shivers, not only because sheâs cold but also because sheâs rethinking life choices. Eunbi scrambles to find anything to avoid what was bound to happen, her slow mind trying to come up with a quick escape and not even registering Jeongguk putting his jacket around her shoulders and securing the helmet under her chin, while she almost literally just stands there. âIâm sure-â she hiccups, âIâm sure that blonde girl would love to be in my position right now.â
That is not at all how it was supposed to come out nor sound, the confusion evident on the boyâs face being met with horror written in the girlâs expression. She stutters, âI meant, like- you should be taking her home.â
A part of his brain notes the fact that she was also observing him from a distance not too long ago inside the club, but he leaves that thought for his late night thinking. Right now, he chuckles amusedly, sitting on his bike while adjusting his hair, âHop on. It wonât kill you.â
The possibility of the bike killing her almost does it for her, until she remembers the other option. Having to pay for an Uber at 4 a.m. while too drunk to even formulate a senseful sentence. In front of her instead, a free ride by no one other than the boy sheâs been shamelessly avoiding for no reason, too scared to actually confront him. What a great second option.
Still, she balances herself using his shoulders and gets on the bike, not knowing where to put her hands next. That thought seems to be registering at the same time in Jeonggukâs head, who revs the engine, âI suggest you hold onto me.â
Eunbi scoffs, shoving her straightened hair back in a sassy manner, âThereâs no way in hell-â Her remark is abruptly interrupted by a loud squeal, followed by her arms wrapping around his torso in under one millisecond, with Jeongguk suddenly taking off at full speed.
He laughs a genuine one, and that gets the scared girl pissed beyond hell, yelling in his ear about how she hates his guts with her hands almost close to groping his pecs. Can you blame her? Theyâre the closest thing she can hold on to right now to survive.
He does slow down, as does his laughter and her screaming, but then as he rounds the club he spots the men who had been bothering Eunbi at the beginning of the night intent on crossing the street. He figures he can play a bit more before actually stopping sabotaging the girl in the backâs health. Just a little something to get back at them for their comments. So, he zooms right past them, cutting their way suddenly and almost probably going over one of their toes, their incredulous yelling and remarks being music for his ears, joined by the girl heâs taking home as she screams more insults at him, looking back at the angered men getting further as Jeongguk drives away.
âAre you trying to take my life?â Sheâs almost voiceless as she tries to make herself heard over the engine, squeezing Jeonggukâs waist in genuine fear. All she gets back from the biker is a giggle, and a tap on her knee, âSorry. They deserved it. You can relax now.â
As suspicious as she may have been initially, he didnât lie. The rest of the ride is pleasant, slow driving while a sweet summer breeze brushes her face and makes her hair flow with the wind. No one dares break the moment, not even at red lights when the only sound that can be heard over the silence is the growling motor. Eunbi is glad Jeongguk knows the way to her flat, having already been there with the others for a few house parties she and Dahye hosted. That means she can just zone out in the back, her head resting on Jeonggukâs shoulders, and right in this moment she doesnât regret almost risking her life, the sight of the city flashing past her making her forget all about it.
When Jeongguk can feel the grip around his torso getting loose, he taps her knee twice, afraid she might be falling asleep. Heâs proved right when that gesture gets her to suddenly shake her head, muttering some noises and tightening her hold around him again. He smiles, âWeâre almost home, donât fall asleep on me.â
Indeed, the sight of her building comes to view shortly after, Jeongguk stopping in front of it and waiting for his backpack to get off the bike. When she does, she stumbles slightly, seemingly gaining consciousness of her surroundings again. Jeongguk notices she completely wrapped herself in his leather jacket, figures she was probably freezing to death in that short dress of hers. Thinks itâs a cute sight. Regrets having a brain right after.
Said cute sight struggles to take off the helmet, Jeongguk itching to help her, but she succeeds unexpectedly without any help. Still no word being uttered by any of the two, with her hair a tangled mess, she gets close to him and repeats the same actions Jeongguk did to her earlier, handing his jacket back and putting the helmet around his head. When sheâs done she pats it, then takes a step back.
A simple ride home on Jeonggukâs bike seems to have opened a black hole of unsaid truths, being communicated by their eyes just staring at each other. None of them is ready to voice them out, though. Eunbi clears her throat, pulling the hem of her dress down as a habit, clearly out of embarrassment. Then, she fixes her locks, âThatâs very dangerous, you know?â
Jeongguk hums questionly, moving some of his bangs out of his vision and clearly seeing goosebumps rising on the girlâs skin, unsure of why she prefers trying to converse after minutes of silence over warming up in her flat.
âYou giving me your helmet and your jacket. What if you hurt yourself?â She keeps muttering some more remarks under her breath, probably slander reserved just for him this time. He can make out a dumbass. What a nerve.
She may be right, though. Without his jacket on, he was only covered by a tight black shirt, nothing on his head to save him from any eventuality he doesnât want to consider. Still, he clearly doesnât see why he wouldnât have preferred to protect her instead of himself, but he doesnât exactly say that, âIf I didnât do that, you would have been a popsicle by now.â
The girl giggles, proving him right when she wraps her arms around her figure, âSo, you do this for every girl? What if one of them gets you killed?â
Jeongguk scoffs amusedly, shaking his head at her implication, but deciding to ignore it, âThe only one who got me close to that was you.â He only says that to gain one of her too over the top reactions, and heâs glad when she furrows her brows, hanging her mouth and bringing a hand to her chest. He chuckles, âIf anything you should be thanking me.â
The usually over dramatic girl now just nods, taking in the smile on his face and grasping the fact that it hasnât been directed at her in a long time before this moment. She smiles too, âYeah, huh⌠Thanks. For the ride. âT was nice.â
Jeongguk figures the wind must have dried up almost all the alcohol from Eunbiâs body, because she seems to be realising, just as he is, how close they have gotten to one another while ignoring the huge elephant in the room, her attitude being way less sassy and picky with this knowledge. Fazed by this sudden but obvious realisation, he only nods.
The girl quickly notices the change in his demeanour and she nervously bites her lower lip, aware their dynamic is going to return to cold stares and unacknowledgement, but still wanting to hold onto this moment even for one more second. âOh,â her chest jumps in some sort of gasp, realising she still has something else to thank him for, âThanks for earlier. You know, with those guys. I appreciated it.â
Differently from Eunbi, Jeongguk wants to be done with this pretence already. As soon as he found himself getting too lost in the fantasy of them still being friends, he quickly recovered and put the wall up high again, making the distance between them even farther than it was before. He doesnât miss the sadness in her eyes when that shift happens, but he also doesnât want to dwell too much on it, his tone unbothered all of the sudden while his eyes convey a different story, âNo problem. Get inside.â
She nods, giving him a tight lipped smile, turning around slowly and making her way to the front door of the building. She expects to hear the roaring of the bikeâs engine, but the only sound that can be heard is that of the birds waking up and singing their morning songs.
Jeongguk stays in his spot on the bike until he sees the girl enter the block, releasing a breath he didnât know he was holding and then securing the helmet under his chin. Pats it, then immediately retreats his hand. âDumbass,â Thatâs his signal he needs to get home as soon as possible and get some sleep, already imagining how difficult such a simple task will be with his mind running a hundred miles per hour. Fucking Bee.
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more ddlg jk please im so obsessed
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pairing: jungkook x reader
genre: romance
warnings: manipulation, big corruption kink, dd/lg, hints of size and spit kink, lots of kissing, slight dub con, allusions to con noncon, intoxication, drugs (marijuanna), dirty talk, groping, bondage (ropes), praise, free use kink, loving humiliation (verbal), possessiveness, creampie, aftercare
Coming back from work, Jungkook found your sleepy form curled up on the bed, the nightlight setting a faint glow over the room. He crouched down on the floor and leaned in to kiss you, the affectionate greeting making your eyes flutter open. You tried to blink the drowsiness in them away, but it didn't seem to be quite working, and Jungkook felt his heart melt in his chest.
"Are you okay, princess?"
You breathed out slowly, your answer coming out mellow.
"I feel so weird, daddy."
He examined you with concern, the dull glaze of your eyes the first thing to catch his attention. Whatever he was about to say died in his throat, and he found himself stroking your cheek with his thumb. You looked so small like this; barely holding on to consciousness, gazing into his eyes with all the love and trust your precious heart had to offer. It stirred something in his soul, something primal and sinister, instantly triggering its protective instincts.
"What's wrong, sweetheart?" He coaxed gently, brushing a few strands of hair away from your face. "Did you eat properly?"
"Dinner," you nodded, sighing, "and some snacks."
Your answer was just as expected, but the innocence of it further provoked that thing in the shadows of his mind, and a pierced eyebrow raised at you cluelessly.
"What snacks? We ran out last night, baby. I got you some on the way home today."
You frowned at that, confusion seeping into your expression.
"No, we... still had some left... they- they were in the shelf... in the kitchen."
"Oh baby..." Jungkook sighed then, and lowered his lips to your forehead. "There's a reason daddy keeps those hidden. You probably shouldn't have touched that."
For a split second, when your eyes raised to meet his, he thought you had realized what happened, what he did, and his heart reacted in tandem with his cock, jumping. But then your small hand moved to reach for him. You couldn't have been cuter if you tried. Even now, seeking his protection, whether it was the drugs muddling your brain; or just love.
Because hidden wasn't exactly the most accurate word here... not since a while, at least, but there was a sadistic need rising up in Jungkook to slip further into his role, murmur reassurances that would have made angels weep for you, had they ever existed and mourned for lost souls.
"It's okay. Just rest, baby... The feeling will pass soon. Just..." he brushed his nose against yours, "close your eyes and let go. Daddy will take care of you. Yeah?"
You followed his instructions flawlessly, letting your eyes fall shut, your body relaxing as he spoke. But your hand still squeezed at his bigger one, like you were nervous that he'd disappear. There didn't really seem to be many coherent thoughts left in that pretty, little head of yours. No wonder the weed hit you hard; it wasn't something you've tried before. You've always rejected any blunts Jungkook offered, trembling and stilling his hands when he whispered all the depraved things he knew would make your cunt leak as he touched you. Now, after the drug has entered your system - and in large amounts, too - you were left so... vulnerable, in every way. Helpless against the warmth flooding your senses, making your nerves tingle as Jungkook climbed on top of you. Helpless against him; his wicked hands soothing you, exploring your waist, their touch your only connection to your earthly existence in the warm, fuzzy haze pulling you under; stripping you off your inhibitions.
"Relax, sweetheart. Just like that."
There was a repressed desire lurking in the softness of his palms sneaking under your shirt. When his lips inched towards yours, something almost innocent laced the action; a soft peck, testing the waters. Too lightheaded to think straight, you let Jungkook do the thinking for you, because that was what daddy was there for, wasn't it? To catch you when you fall. To look after his little girl, kiss her and hold her. And he did just that, throbbing at the whine that slipped past your lips as soon as his touched your neck.
"Sensitive, angel?"
His hands explored your tummy, butterflies erupting while the rough pads of his fingers inched upwards. His voice was as soft as any devil's leading their prey astray, a seduction too great to resist with your guard lowered and brain muddled. Sweet, little thing, so putty in his hands; an adoring kiss warmed your cheek, followed by a sigh, a sound of feigned sympathy. Poor, little baby, so dazed under him; back arching softly when he began to rub your nipple, eliciting a gasp. Good thing daddy knew exactly what you needed. He was going to make it all better, he whispered. Daddy would never hurt you, he promised. And then he slid down your underwear.
He was sure that even with how high you were, his brain was running on the same kind of adrenaline, releasing endorphins, heart beating fast and blood rushing, his kisses sloppy and slow. Like he wanted to taste every inch of you, or rather, like he wanted to pour himself and his love into every nook and crevice of you, body and soul; a suspicion he made far too easy to confirm when he pulled away, dark gaze immediately drawn to the string of saliva connecting you for a second too long. It was enough for his thumb to reach upwards and rub the remains of the wetness into your bottom lip, hypnotized by how swollen and shiny it looked.
There was no other sound in the room besides the mingling of your labored breathing and the soft moans his touches encouraged, igniting a kind of fire within you that, had your mind and heart been sober, would have been considered humiliating. The willingness to be defiled, the trust that this was your caretaker just doing his job. And in a twisted way, he was. Fueling all the forbidden desires and needs you kept locked up, deemed too dark to ever leave the twilight zone of your soul. And once again, whose job was it if not Jungkook's to show his little one that not all dark things were frightful?
Floating, you briefly felt your arms being raised, cool air hitting your skin as he slipped your shirt off. The bed dipped then, and more kisses were lovingly left on your shoulders, the silky heat of his lips lazily trailing up to your neck. Time seemed to be passing by in a blur; you could feel Jungkook trapping your wrists above your head, slight shuffling coming from somewhere beside you.
Another kiss. More shuffling. You were disoriented up to the very moment you registered the fact that the noise stopped, and something was being wrapped around your hands.
No, not wrapped; tied. You whimpered, akin to a little fawn that realized it was ensnared.
Jungkook cooed at you, his lips brushing your collarbone, leaving your skin on fire.
"Such a good girl..."
He made his way down your stomach, presumably to continue to comfort you. Yet his deft fingers landed on your foot, the caress sending your heart jumping to your throat. Because even though it lasted only for a moment, you could hear more rustling, the final kiss landing on your ankle; right before the loving gesture was replaced with the lewd intentions he has had all along. His hands were gentle as they secured the knots, tying both of your ankles to the bed posts; leaving you spread open and defenseless, just the way he wanted.
Even without the restraints, even if your pussy wasn't dripping for him, it wasn't like you would have been able to fight back. Not after the edibles. And in the moment, not many things made sense besides the ache that built up inside you, the smell of Jungkook's skin, invading all your senses and making your thighs start to tremble. But one fact was pretty clear; you were nothing but a toy for him. He wasn't even bothered holding your legs open.
"All good?" He asked sweetly, his arms on either side of your head as he hovered above you again.
Your breath came out uneven, head spinning, but you nodded, lost in the darkness of his eyes staring into yours, giving into its entrancing depths, a bottomless pit that seemed to be asking: There, isn't this so much better? Doesn't it feel good to let daddy make the decisions for you? And he didn't need you to say a word, because your body provided all the answers, keening as you heard him undo his zipper. There was another layer of vulnerability attached to the fact that he was still fully dressed while your skin burned bare underneath him. Another layer of power Jungkook clearly relished in, if the way he twitched against you was anything to go by.
"You're so wet," it was a breathless statement, his eyes threatening to close when his heavy cock finally pressed in between your thighs. "So fucking wet."
Perhaps it was twisted, how lovingly he took advantage of you, degraded you, like you didn't quite belong to yourself; only to him. But your hole was clenching around nothing, trying to suck his cock right in any time he nudged the tip against it. And just like that, all the self control he had exercised so far was beginning to crumble. He could feel himself slipping, the words weighing on his tongue getting harder to hold back.
"So good for me... Just stay like this. Let daddy take care of you."
You moaned weakly, hips trying to seek more friction. Jungkook's cock twitched at that, spurting more precum in between the soft folds of your cunt. You were so divine. His little girl, his property, waiting to be used, craving it. And Jungkook could never deny you. This was all you've ever needed; to be stripped of your identity, no daunting responsibilities, no thoughts. All you had to do was lie there and take his cock like a good girl, your head fuzzy and cunt well fucked.
He rocked into you slowly, pushing an inch forward only to slide out again, the stretch combined with the pressure quickly making your stomach knot up. You didn't realize you were begging until you felt Jungkook's tongue over yours, his lips cutting off your soft whines.
"Fuck," he breathed out weakly, his hips arching into you off their own accord. "Doing so good for daddy." A kiss. "Gonna take care of you." A whisper. "Gonna give you all you need." A dip of his head, soft lips brushing against the shell of your ear. "Little miss free use slut."
His tummy clenched at how sharply you inhaled, at the warm pulse beating around his cock as he sank deeper inside you. You were so tight, moaning into his ear, but too out of it to move, too out of it to do anything but feel the thrill of the pleasure he forced into your body. It was intoxicating, how perfect you were, all his to taint and love, his marks so deep no holy water could scrub them off your soul. He groaned, at this point running on pure instinct, fucking you harder as your cunt clenched around him, struggling to accommodate all of his girth and yet aching to be filled up with more. It was too much to handle; the combination of you, the rush of power, and the heavenly heat he was rutting into tipping him dangerously close to the edge.
"Yeah..." His voice came out as a needy, shaky whisper, an inked hand tightening around your breast. "Fuck." His forehead rested against yours, eyes hooded. "Feel good?"
A hiss escaped him when you clenched in response.
"Oh yeah? Little, slutty hole feels good?"
Jungkook's lips were on yours again before you could process it, muffling the loud moan you let out. You were already falling apart, and there were so many ways he wanted to ruin you and leave you shaking for more. All he could focus now on, though, was the vice grip of your wet, abused cunt, and the obscene sounds it made.
"Oh baby, you gonna come? Look what a pretty, little fucktoy I have here. Only good for one thing, hm?"
His hips stuttered at the shiver that ran through you. He gripped your jaw, the mattress protesting under the force of his thrusts. But the noise was nothing compared to the way you cried out for him, your walls spasming around his cock and drawing a loud, desperate moan out of his pretty mouth. Just like that, he followed you right over the edge, spilling his cum deep inside you, and shamelessly fucking it in even deeper. Eyes scrunched, he let his head rest in the crook of your neck, his breath hot on your skin.
"Ohh fuck-" His groan broke into a drawn out, raspy whimper. "Yeees."
He came so hard, white spots dancing behind his eyelids, unwilling to stop grinding until his knees felt weak. He tried to catch his breath, his head swimming. You were limp beneath him, your heart still pounding hard against his. Despite the dreamy exhaustion weighing down his bones, he lifted himself up to check up on you, press tender kisses into your lips.
"Are you okay, baby?"
A nod was all you could manage.
"Such a good girl. You did so well."
His fingers reached to work on untying the knots binding your wrists, his dick twitching at the sight of you before him. The spit still shining on your lips, the glow of your flushed skin, the cum dripping out of your sensitive hole. So blissed out, ruined and pretty. All his. But rather than acting on the shivers of arousal that still haven't died down, flowing through his body, Jungkook focused on sitting you up and getting you to the bathroom.
He sat you in a tub filled with warm water, then discarded his own clothes to join you. The snacks he bought you earlier were placed on a tray, within arm's reach. He held you against his chest, fed you a little. He knew you were tired; you needed rest, you needed time to sober up, because you couldn't keep your eyes opened nor move as he washed you.
He rested his wet cheek on the crown of your head, taking a moment to just feel you close, immerse himself in the warmth.
"Baby," he whispered, his arms tightening around your waist, though he wasn't sure if you were still conscious enough to hear or understand him. "What have you done to me? I love you so much all of my soul is gone."
Gone where? Lost in yours, perhaps, the only heaven that actually mattered.
A moment passed in silence, your breathing soft, until an almost incoherent whisper broke him out of his stupor.
"Love you too, daddy."
Jungkook glanced down at you, a fond smile lighting up his face. It was time to go to bed. Tomorrow, he was off work, and he couldn't wait to spend the day with you. Cooking, kissing, watching movies, then rolling a joint. He had a feeling you wouldn't resist this time; you tended to like the games Jungkook chose. He was good at it. He had to be; that was also a part of his job, wasn't it? Making sure playtime with daddy was fun.
And how could he ever do anything but his best for his little girl?
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Sexy scare
PAIRINGS: Tom 2012 x Female reader CONTENT: SMUT SYPNOSIS: Y/N goes to a really popular halloween party that's hard to get into, its full of musicians and Tom kaulitz happens to be there, you and him flirt and dance for ages before going into a spare bedroom and GETTING FREAKYYY A/N: cumming to this photo, there will be a bill version coming <3 WARNINGS: dom!tom, sub!reader, p in v (missionary), eating out, fingering
I was getting ready to go to one of the most popular halloween parties among musicians, my friend was in a band and was invited to play there. She asked me to come along cause she knew how much I loved Tokio Hotel and they were also going to be playing there.
I was dressed as a sexy witch, basic but it worked. I wore a short and skimpy black dress with fishnets, platformed boots and a cute witch hat. I did my makeup and my hair and ran out to door to the car.
"Are you excited?" she chuckled, I looked at her shocked "excited? girl? im more than fucking excited i'm extatic" I shook her shoulders, she chuckled and started the car, driving to the party.
"I am so glad it's not BYO drinks, I would've died" I sighed, walking into the secluded party. Our friend gave the bouncer a code word and we got inside, Tokio Hotel was playing and I gasped, grabbing my friends hand and running to the stage. I pushed through a bunch of people and stared up at Tom, admiring him as he played his guitar, his tongue slightly out and little beads of sweat forming on forehead. I bit my lip, my heat slightly burning.
"Fuck he's so much hotter in person.." I whispered to her, "even with that scary ass costume?" she furrowed her eyebrows, "oh of course! I'd fuck him either way!" I said a little too loudly, sparking his attention.
He looked over at me, staring at me subtly, I instantly shut up, super flustered. He smirked and looked back down, continuing to play his guitar. "Holy shit...did you see that.." I turned to her, my eyes super wide. She nodded and raised her eyebrows up and down in a suggestive way.
"Maybe you'll get lucky" she nudged me and I chuckled "I hope..fuck..the things I'd do to him.." I sighed.
After they played it was my friends turn, her band had arrived earlier to discuss some things. They set up on the stage and started to play, I was cheering for her and jumping up and down, giving myself more attention.
I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned around, the one and only Tom Kaulitz was standing there and was WAY taller then I imagined. I looked up at him and smiled nervously, "oh hi..did you want me to move?" he chuckled "no liebe, come with me" he grabbed my hands softly and pulled me with him, walking to a more secluded spot.
He sat me down at a couch in the corner of the building, placing a hand on my thigh. "So..I heard what you said before" he smirked, I felt my cheeks get super hot and I stumbled on my words "i-i.. yeah.." I giggled nervously.
"Don't be nervous.." he pushed a hair away from my face, "tell me about yourself, hm?" his eyes were so dreamy, even with the scary makeup my panties were SOAKED.
"Well..I'm y/n..22 and I'm here for my friend, she's playing right now" I smiled brightly, pointing to her. He chuckled "you have such a beautiful name, supporting your friends like that is amazing, I wish we had that support when we started our band" he frowned slightly.
I chuckled softly "but look at you guys now, everyone loves you" he shrugged "yeah I guess so, I can you love us the most" he winked and I CAVEDD. The power he had over me was dangerous, he was so fuckung hot and literally put me under a spell.
I bit my lip and we continued to flirt back and forth for another 20 minutes. "I can't believe I missed like half of your songs" I frowned, he picked my chin up "it's fine baby, we are gonna play again next week again you can come back, I'll make sure you're on the list" he smiled, I gasped "really? fuck thankyou so much!" I reached out and hugged him tightly, I felt his hands snake around my waist, focusing on my ass a little too long, giving it a little squeeze.
"Do you wanna dance?" He smirked, I nodded quickly and got up, grabbing his hand and running onto the dance floor. By now everyone was dancing and super drunk.
I started to dance to the music, Tom coming up behind me and holding my waist. I swayed my hips and went low to the floor.
As the beat dropped I started jumping, my hair flying around and getting messy. I heard Tom chuckle and I turned around, smirking and wrapping my arms around his neck, swaying my hips again.
He reached down and held my hips, pulling me in closer, his lips ghosted over mine, the tension building and the air becoming thicker. I turned around again and started to grind on him, his lips finding my neck and kissing it softly, his beard softly tickling my neck.
His grip tightened on my hips, bringing me closer, rubbing his hard on, on my back. I continuined to grind on him, my arms resting against his.
"Let's go somewhere private" he whispered sensually in my ear, his hot breath making my hairs stand up on my neck, I followed him as he took me into an empty bathroom, it was filled with graffiti and stickers from past performances. He picked me up and sat me on the bathroom counter, smashing his lips into mine. I kissed him back passionately, grabbing the back of his head and locking ourselves in a rough embrace.
"You're so fucking sexy" he muttered into the kiss, I smirked and unbuttoned his flannel, pulling it off and the shirt he had underneath, revealing his fit and toned body and my jaw hit the fucking floor.
He smirked "you like what you see?" he toyed with my dress, pulling the zip down slowly, I took it off, revealing my black lace thong and matching bra. He groaned and cupped my breast, squeezing it softly. His lips crashed into mine again, I pulled him closer and he rubbed his erection against my clothed pussy softly, I moaned into the kiss, tugging on his dreads. His hands found their way to the back of my bra, clipping it off and revealing my boobs, nipples hard from all the teasing.
"So hot..fuck.." he got onto his knees and I scooted closer to the edge, lifting my legs up and spreading them.
He ripped my fishnets where my pussy was and moved my thong to the side, "fuck..so perfect.." he placed a soft kiss on my pussy, my breath hitching, "mm.." I moaned softly "keep going.." I sighed in pleasure. He wrapped his arms around my legs and pushed his face into my pussy, licking my sensitive clit gently.
"Holy shit!" I moaned loudly, his pace becoming quicker, licking and sucking my clit rapidly, removing one of his arms from my leg and plunging his fingers into my wetness, stretching me out with his 2 digits. I groaned, trying not to close in my thighs on his head.
I threw my head back in immense pleasure, his tongue swirling so perfectly on my sensitive bud, his fingers moving in and out of me so gracefully. He curled his fingers on my g spot, brushing against it softly.
I groaned, a knot forming in my stomach and coiling to my core, signalling my impending orgasm. "G'nna cum.." I cried out, he smirked on my pussy and thrusted his fingers in and out harder, feeling your body tighten around him.
He looks up at me, his eyes dark with desire and full of lust, "cum for me baby..let it all go" he whispered against my clit, with one last thrust I moaned loudly, my orgasm crashing down and washing over me, shuddering as my juices coating his fingers.
He slowly pulled his fingers out, detaching his lips from my clit. He smirked and licked the slick off his fingers, his hand grabbing his erection on his pants. He came closer, taking off his belt and pushing his pants down, pre-cum leaking onto his boxers. I bit my lip and pulled his cock out of his boxers, gasping and looking up at him.
He was a solid 7 inches, girthy and veiny, I whimpered at his size, how the fuck was it going to fit?
He was grinning, his makeup slightly melting off around the mouth, he grabbed my thighs and allinged himself with my entrance, slowly pushing in and stretching my hole more, I groaned, every inch agonizing.
He was about half way in when I put my hand on his chest, stopping him for a moment, "hurts..too much.." I pouted, looking at him. He grunted, "i'll make it fit honey..just relax.." his fingers came down to my clit and rubbed softly, my muscles relaxing on his cock. He let out a small sigh of relief and pushed in, the thickest part of his cock now entering me.
"Just a bit more liebe.." he whispered into my ear softly, comforting me from the pain. Finally he bottomed himself out, pulling his cock back out and then slamming it back in, creating a pace.
I moaned softly and my hands flew to his shoulders, gripping tightly and his cock pounded into me.
"Shit!" I cried out, his tip kissing my cervix, "so tight..fuck.." he muttered, gripping my hips tightly, leaving marks. I felt his cock so deep in me I swear it was in my throat, it felt so good, his length constantly ramming into my g spot, making me roll my eyes back so far.
"So good..mm" he moaned softly, pounding in and out of me cruely. "Fuck!" I groaned loudly, digging my nails into his shoulders. I leaned upwards and kissed his neck, sucking softly and leaving marks.
He groaned as I found his sweet spot, sucking the skin softly. He leaned down and started to suck my nipples softly, taking them in between his teeth and biting them gently, I arched my back at the painful yet pleasuring sensation "fuck.." I moaned softly, wrapping my legs around his waist and dragging him in closer.
"You're so beautiful..fuck.." he groaned, smashing his hips into mine, the sound of slapping skin taking over the room. I felt my stomach tighten, signalling my awaiting orgasm. "Fuck..cumming.." I managed to blurt out, all the pleasure was hitting me all at once so I could barely form more than 4 words. "Cmon, cum for me, you're doing so well" he praised, that sent me over the edge and I came hard, my orgasm crashing down severley and causing me to cum all over his cock.
The intense clenching of my pussy around his cock sent him into his orgasm too, squirting his hot cum all over my walls, coating them completely. As I came back to my senses I realised how fucked up both of our makeup was, basically all of his was destroyed from sweat and eating my pussy and mine was smudged all over my face. As he came to clean my pussy he chuckled "i guess that's where the blood went" pointing to my pussy, mixed with grey makeup and fake blood, I giggled "jeez, didn't know you went that hard."
He picked me up from the counter and helped me get dressed, I had no choice but to try and fix the ripped fishnets, he saw me struggling with them "sorry..I guess i got too excited" he scratched his neck, a little embarassed, I smiled and kissed his cheek "that's fine, they were like 2 dollars anyway" I rolled my eyes playfully "cmon let's go dance again" I grabbed his hand and we walked back to the dance floor, drinking and having fun.
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15 â catching up !
What's so good about him ?!
Scaramouche x reader smau series
synopsis â Your ex boyfriend kuni is in a band called 5wirl and they're pretty well known considering him and his bandmates are still in college but you still hated his guts on how he ended things with you back then in highschool the day before graduation. So whats the best course of action in this situation? make a hate account of him of course.Â
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Putting your phone down you prepared yourself for the first day of the foundation day festival. You sighed preparing to go out to campus. It's already noon and Lumine left early to prepare and help Ayaka.Â
On your way to campus seeing the colorful booths and tons of students make you calm down for a while. Surely you won't run into him? you were nervous seeing him after what 2 years? You would think you moved on but the wounds are still here and a ton of "what ifs" and many unanswered questions. To distract your thoughts you already took your phone from your pocket to calm your nerves.Â
You giggle at Heizou's tweet "Hey this just looks likeâ" you were cut off by suddenly bumping into someone "My apologies! Are you alright?" you reached for the stranger's hand about to thank them "Hey it's alright! thank yâheizou ?" Your eyes lit up seeing familiar emerald green eyes. As he lift you off the ground he gave you his charismatic smile. "Y/N! well, it's always great to see an old friend." You giggled at him, he didn't change, and sure texting him as "Scarass" His way of texting didn't change but seeing him in front of him as "y/n" and seeing him still being like himself back then in high school feels nice.Â
"YeahâŚI was just about to head in" You pointed to the cafe, the same cafe he tweeted out. "Let's catch up! my treat" He head over to the door opening it for you "You go in first~" You only kept smiling at his gestures "Still a gentleman I see~" He only chuckled back nodding. While heizou is browsing the menu you already said your usual after all this is your favorite cafe on campus. "I take it you go here a lot?" he said before just ordering a frappe. You nodded "This is my favorite place actually!" "I see"
After receiving your orders you began talking by the window telling each other what happened over the years. "Can you believe it! your old buddy is going to be famous" You laughed at his claim "Oh please if you told me in the past that heizou from math class is gonna be a famous drummer I would be laughing my ass off" He gave you a pout before taking a sip of his drink⌠"Snarky as always y/n" He sighed "Why did we ever stop hanging out ?"
You bit your lip, you cut off contact with 5wirl after your messy breakup. Heizou noticed your sudden uneasiness in his question. You placed your hand over his and smiled "Don't worry im fine now and yes it is because of him". Heizou nodded "Im glad you're doing better, we actually clowned him for being stupid" You giggled at his rant about them just teasing scara. Talking about him made you uneasy at first especially since you imagined the same violet hair in the distanceâŚits probably nothing.Â
Notes: First written chapters YESSS and was it just just your imagination...?hehe find out next chap!
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Could you do a yandere class 1A where reader is Aizawaâs kid?
Teachers Kid
(yan! Class 1a and platonic Yan aizawa x Aizawas kid reader
Tw: Mentions of abuse, Neglect and cheating
Aizawa was very overprotective of you as a kid Ever since your mom neglecteded you, cheated on him, and left the both of you with another scumbag, he remembered the way you reached your little toddler hands towards her while the snake cling to the scum's arm while they both giggled leaving while she said her final goodbyes it wasn't any Genuine he can hear how eager she was to leave this family the door shutted and you started crying calling out to the snake to come back with ur little grabby arms his heart stung he promised to protect you and to make you don't gotta deal with it again but 1st he had to take care of that woman...
â˘You lived with your dad your mom wasn't present in your life your dad told you that she did something really bad and now she's getting "Punished" Aizawa homeschooled you through elementary school to middle school it was fun at 1st but you felt a little sad when other kids played with their friends brought back cool stuff like toys and candy while you were stuck in the house either training with him with or without your quirk
â˘at a young age you dreamed of being a hero like your father and go to UA to be just like him as much as Aizawa loved to look up to you he could never let you be a hero but always shut the topic down with a strict warning you kept pressuring him trying to convince him, bribe him anything you even did the puppy eyes he secretly loves so much but he stood his ground and said no his final answer
â˘Aizawa was teaching his boring lesson to the class when he heard his ringtone but it wasn't his usual ringtone "Dad pumpkin spit a hairball in your shoe" he quickly turned his phone off flushed red in embarrassment he slowly turned to see the class in shock and some of them giggling a bit "YOU HAVE A CHILD?!"
⢠the classrooms were in chaos they were now fixated on their teacher's kid they were all asking questions about ur description, Quirk, Personality everything they wanted to know everything about you, Aizawa quickly quieted them down "Everyone needs to quiet down! Yes that's is my kid they're the same age as you all and is are HAPPLIY homeschooled that's it now let's continue " the class tried to answer more questions but Aizawa shut it down completely which made the class groan while Aizawa looked annoyed in the outside in the inside he was panicking, his class all discovered about you and they seem eager
â˘Even after school they all couldn't stop thinking about you whenever someone mentioned you in their heart. started to race and started to blush they haven't even met you yet so why do they feel this way... They gather around starting to wonder what are you
â˘while Aizawa was driving home he was just panicking even more his class found out about you he thought he was hiding. you so well why did he have to slip up he didn't want to put you in public high school it was just too dangerous especially if villains are now spawning up more commonly and he thought of something something he didn't like but it was his only choice
â˘"Y/N!, Kid we need to talk" you walked downstairs to see that your father was looking really serious like this was gonna be a long talk you gulped mentally "yea Dad also did you get my voicemail?" "That's the one we're talking about," your father said his eyes narrowing at you "But another thing since villains these days are commonly targeting heroes these days and I was worried about what would happen to you when you're home alone so I decided to nezu about enrolling you to Ua High-" just when you said that you jumped in his arms hugging him so tight "YES YES THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU" Aizawa may be defeated and nervous but seeing you bleamed up like you used to as a kid made him think you'll be fine "Alright then you start tomorrow im sure my class will love you"
#yandere bnha#yandere ua#tw yandere#yandere x reader#tw obsessive behavior#yandere class 1a#yandere mha#platonic yandere
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Ready
Rafe Cameron x pregnant reader
Summary: You're about to give birth to your twin boys.
Warnings: pregnancy
"Rafe!! I think my water broke!!" You were on the phone with Rafe while in the kitchen getting a snack when all of a sudden you felt wetness down your legs. On the other end of the line you heard nothing but silence.
"WHAT NOW?!... Okay. Thats completely fine. Wooo. Oh my god its happening!!" Rafe was freaking out on the other end trying to gather himself so he could figure out what to do next.
"Rafe! Dont freak out. We both planned for this. Now, im going to-"
"Skrew the plans!!! Go sit on the couch. Stay on the line and wait for me to come home!!"
"Babe, don't worry my bag is packed and im fine. I was just going to clean myself up and change into something else. Then I'll wait for you. I'll see you soon. Just drive safely!"
"*pant* Yea. *pant* Okay. You're right. *pant* We got this. *deep breathe* hang tight for 15mins I'm coming."
"Haha yeah, we got this. Be careful! Bye!"
You end the call, then find some paper towels to toss on the wet spots on the ground. Then you go into your closet and attached master bathroom to clean up and then decide to take a quick shower since you have the time. You then put on some wideleg sweatpants and a comfy stretchy t-shirt on to go on top of your belly.
You are sitting on the floor with all your things packed in your bags for a few days in the hospital. You're doing your final checks when you hear Rafe come in behind you. You twist around to greet him, but he reaches you quick hugging you and rubbing your belly while giving multiple kisses on your temple. You hold onto his arms keeping yourself in his embrace.
"Hey baby, how are you doing? Im sorry I didn't get here sooner. Traffic was crazy. Have you already finished packin? Did you shower?!" From his surprised features, you can clearly tell that this is not going the way he thought.
"Yeah, haha. My contractions are only 15 minutes apart, and I've only had 2 so far, so i thought that i could time my shower in between. Then I just put my clothes on. Im just double-checking all this stuff, i already know we have everything. All that's left is your stuff, and you getting ready. Then heading to the hospital!! Im excited!! But also nervous, haha." You take his silence as shock and relief and how great your doing.
"I'm glad you're all ready to go. I guess ill just change and get this stuff in the car. You just relax, ill do the rest. We'll be in the hospital right away." He then meets your lips with a kiss and gets up and heads to the closet.
"You don't need to rush! Hospital protocal usually says that we should go in when contractions are only 5mins apart. So we still have time! You can shower if you want!"
"You're amazing, you know that? I still say we go before it reaches that point since you're having twins!" He then pops out of the closet after changing and then picks up the packed luggage and carries it downstairs.
"True true. But baby, where's your stuff? i couldn't find it in the closet?" You say loudly so he can hear you from downstairs.
"It's already in the car. I've had my hospital bag in there for a few days now. Don't come downstairs yet! I'll come get you!" You roll your eyes at that. But are so happy that everything is happening at a smooth pace. You then go to get up to find your sweater and Rafe gets back upstairs and is at the door.
"Ready?" He smiles at you.
"More than ever!" You give him the biggest grin.
He then leads you down the stairs, which you admit feels safer with his since you can barely see the steps under your belly.
Rafe then gets you into the shotgun seat of the car and gives you a kiss. He gets around to the other side and starts driving to the hospital. You have a contraction on a red light. But a few handsqeezes with Rafe and controlled breathing exercises get you through.
Once at the hospital reception desk. The nurse explains the paper work and gets you into a wheelchair and helps you to your room.
You then change into your delivery attire and are set into the bed with all the monitors and equipment. This is very real now.
The doctor comes every 2hrs and after 10hrs finally notifies you about your progression and tells you to start pushing.
"You're doing so good, sweetie. One more, you got this!" He's right there by your side giving holding your hand and the back of your neck. During a push, he helps you reach a deeper crunch by supporting your back.
After what feels like hours of pushing. You finally get the first baby out.
Authors note: should i do a pt2? Ive written past this point 3 times now but everytime i save, my progress keeps vanishing!đŤ I'll only do it if anyone wants lol. Otherwise i hope you like it and thank you for reading! đ
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F!Bimbo Reader x Bugkeeper Yandere OC
A nipple clamp fueled daydream i had~
!!!MINORS DNI!!!
CW: F!Reader, reader referred to as she/her, reader has a vagina, nipple play, nipple clamps, exhibitionism, pet names for ready (precious butterfly,), beyond Stockholm, reader is in shackles, public fingering, public sex(in a fitting room),unprotected sex, cum eating not proofread.
EEEEEEP! I just bought some nipple clamps with little chains on them and iâm so excited to wear them around like under everythingggg and OMG PLZâŚ. IM DROOOLINGGGđđđ
status: together
You didnât tell him, you somehow snuck it into your amazon order without him seeing. And theyâve arrived and he didnât even check the boxes this time!
Youâre so excited an entire flock of butterflies fill you dangerously to the brim.
He loves to make you happy above everything else. He takes you shopping all the time, making sure you always get to be covered in the latest fashions and showing you off properly.
You have a surprise for him today when he takes you out.
You get a low cut dress, one that goes almost to your navel, and put it on⌠Excitedly you take your pretty mounds out one at a time and attach little gold clamps with several delicate chains connecting the two.
The pressure is already divine and has you panting little foggy splotches onto your mirror. But you give the center of the chain a little tug to test it and âAh!~â Oh gods!
This is gonna be fun! You canât wait to tell him about the ones with a clit clamp attachment and a collar!!! wheeewww! calm down a little! youâll spoil the fun before itâs even began! One thing at a time.
Oh but heâll have the most fun with the collar attachments!
You smack your cheeks lightly to despell the enchantment that dream casts over your mind.
âOooooh Enixxxxxx!!!! Iâm ready, darling!!â You call and bust through the door, arms held up and ready for him to unlock the shackles. The sensation of fabric running over your nipples is already driving you mad! these things are amazing!
He pushes up his glasses, chuckling at your adorable behavior, âAlright precious butterfly,â his hands are soft and clammy as always. Heâs so cute and always so nervous even still. No matter how good he is at hiding it.
Black hair falls into his face, and you reach up to push it behind his ear. His dark skin darkens another shade more crimson.
His hands come around yours and your body, his mouth comes dangerously close to yours, brushing past it heâs moves to your ear.
âWhat are you wearing there, Butterfly, hmm~?â He brushes a thumb over your hard and squeezed nipple.
In shock you let out an âAh!â at the jolt of ecstasy that sent through you.
âMy, my, so sensitive, what is this?â He pulls the fabric away for your chest enough to see the metal squeezing you, and the chains he thought were a long necklace at first. âTrying to be sneaky huh?â
He pulls his touch away from you and faces the door, leaving you with pangs of longing and and a frigid loneliness. You whine, and he turns back to you, âButterfly, weâre going out, wasnât that your original plan?â He smiles feigning innocence.
âYouâre cruel!â You call after him and follow along.
He doesnât help you into the van like usual, instead he sits at the wheel and hungrily watches your every uncomfortable movement. The pressure is already becoming too much for your poor nipples.
You want desperately to touch yourself, or better yet be touched.
Your hand flies down and your legs spread, when he grabs your wrist.
âNope.â
Youâre big puppy eyes widen and you pout at him, âwha?â
âYou did this to yourself, Butterfly, now i get to watch you squirm,â he says coldly.
Shivers run down your spine, âWhat happened to that shy guy that couldnât get out one word without stammering around me, huh?â You poke his cheek.
âYou love this me more, admit it.â He says with a smile, but you frown.
âI like every you, so farâ You cross your arms and immediately pull your arms away from your chest with a shudder of pleasurable pain.
the car ride is too long and uncomfortable you squirm and writhe begging to take them off for at least a little while, all while Enix just smiles wickedly next to you.
He helps you out of the van at least, his hand on the small of your back, his other holding yours to steady you.
He suddenly brings his head down to your chest, moving aside the cloth over you before lightly sucking on your pinched nipple.
You try weakly to push him off, âOoh! Enix! Sâtoo much!â
âAnd whoâs idea was this now hmm?â He kisses your clavicle, pausing there, he says: âYou should have gotten one with a collarâŚâ
A chill runs down your spine.
He pulls you along next to him, and grabs your ass.
You walk to your favorite Italian tailorâs, youâre giddy as you step through the door and find it more filled with people than usual.
Itâs a pretty exclusive place⌠But youâre excited that thereâs more people around today.
You exhale loudly on accident. All the pressure on your buds is starting to hurt!
Soon youâre walking through the aisles, shaking and reaching up to your chest, hoping to get rid of the pressure.
Enix stops you, and you continue to shake in his grasp. âEnix please,â you whine.
His hand slowly climbs your arm, up your shoulder, his chest presses against your back and he leans down to whisper into your earâYou wanted this, Butterfly,â
His other hand brushes gently over your exposed flesh, up your arm, over your shoulder, down the edge of your plunging neckline until he gets to the first chain and lifts it, just readjusting where the pressure is angled.
You sigh, âEniixâ
âI love it when you say my name,â He gently takes the chain back down, grabbing the next chain along with the first and lifting it up next.
The pressure shifts slowly again, and the pleasure along with it, rolling over you slowly.
You feel him slip his other hand up your dress, slowly getting to that burning place inside you.
He doesnât leave you empty for long, his slender fingers pierce you and his thumb and palm play with your clit.
âEnix! What if someone sees!?â out of breath, you manage a hiss.
âNobody will, Butterfly, Iâm watchingâ You remember heâs like six foot something, he slouches so badly, you always forget heâs so tall! Of course he can see over the racks.
He keeps dipping into you ferociously, while he holds the chains up and relieves some of the pressure. giving you even more pleasure where you need it. âMmmmf!â
The heat builds in you, desperately climbing to its peak, he speeds up, he knows your close. Wet with your slick he rubs all the way out over your clit and then back inside of you and curling.
You cum on his long fingers, he brings them to his lips. He licks your essence off languidly, a moan rumbles in his throat.
He pulls you along to the fitting room, luckily nobodyâs using it for adjustments.
âButterfly, let me relieve you first,â her kisses you all along the jaw and neck and shoulder slowly takes your dress off. and then removes the clamps.
He takes each over sensitive bud into his mouth and gently rolls his tongue over them.
âOh my gods!â You moan, as he keeps up his delightful assault.
The tenderness after the harsh prolonged torture feels like a dream.
Heâs making your body burn up again!
âButterfly,â He lifts your leg, and pushes you against a wall. âFuckâ he presses his length into you and your eyes cross. It feels like heâs pushing in forever and you get to be so fucking full even by the half of it! He stretches you to perfection.
His hand wraps around your throat, as heâs pelting your insides with rough thrusts from his massive member.
âYes! Enix!!â You hold on to him for dear life as he fucks the shit out of you.
Your spongey walls flutter and contract around him, right before he shoots ropes of his hot load into you.
âI donât want to pull out,â his voice is gruff and low. he keeps rocking his hips slower now, basking in your pussy and the afterglow of post orgasm bliss.
âWe have to go back out,â You tell him.
He slips out of you, still rock hard. âYouâre unfortunately right,â his cum seeps out after him.
He swipes your slit and collects some of himself, and then brings his fingers up to your lips.
You eagerly suck on them, he fixes your dress and hair for you, and you get back to the floor.
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