#but nah fuck this like why is it always lose one to bring back another like???

[hoshigray]

this fucking manga bro..

[hqbaby]

one — rumor has it

tag, ur it! — sakusa ? iwaizumi ? osamu ? 

*ੈ✩‧ love is a losing game your roommate, your ex, or the guy you totally haven’t been seeing—the choice should be simple, right? right?

masterlist — next

word count. 1.3k content. profanity, sexual content (rough sex, unprotected vaginal penetration)

Iwaizumi doesn’t pry.

That’s why he’s such a great roommate. He hogs the bathroom and forgets to take his clothes out of the dryer, but he isn’t nosy. It’s not that he’s cold or distant, he’s just acutely aware of your boundaries and he has no intentions of crossing them.

But when he hears that you’ve been sneaking around with some mystery man… Now, how is he supposed to ignore a rumor like that?

He finds out through Oikawa of course who—despite his insistence that he isn’t—is the world’s biggest gossip.

“You’re lying!” Oikawa whines, on the verge of making another scene over lunch. “You know something. You’re just protecting her.”

Iwaizumi pinches the bridge of his nose and shakes his head. “You know that you’re really fucking annoying, right?”

“You’re not denying it though,” Matsukawa chimes in oh so helpfully. “You covering for her, Iwa?”

“Yeah, is there something you’re not telling us?” Hanamaki teases, nudging Iwaizumi’s shoulder. “Maybe that you are the mystery man?”

Your roommate makes a face of both disbelief and confusion. “What would fucking give you that impression?"

“Dunno,” Hanamaki says, smirking. “You’re just so obviously flustered by this whole thing.”

“I’m not flustered. Oikawa’s just annoying.”

“Nah, you love me,” his best friend insists. “So? Do you think she’s been seeing someone?”

Iwaizumi considers shutting his friends down right then and there and telling them that you haven’t been seeing anyone and that they’re all delusional, but he can’t seem to bring himself to do it. The truth is, he does think that you’ve been hiding something. He just wasn’t sure what it was—but now that he thinks about it, Oikawa’s suspicions might actually be right.

He offers his friends a feeble shrug. “I don’t know, it’s not like she’s told me anything,” he says. “But she has been acting a little weird recently. Coming home late. Getting distracted… I don’t know. Maybe.”

Matsukawa sighs. “I bet it’s a business major,” he says. “They get all the pretty girls.”

“Or one of those engineering dudes,” Hanamaki suggests. “The art girls always seem to fall for those guys.”

As the two debate about what kind of guy you would go for, Oikawa taps Iwaizumi’s leg with his foot to get his attention.

“Hey,” he says quietly. “Are you okay?”

“What are you talking about?”

Oikawa rolls his eyes. “Don’t act dumb, you know what I’m talking about.”

Iwaizumi swallows. Of course he knows what he’s talking about.

“I don’t…” he hesitates, “It’s not like that. It doesn’t matter.”

“Sure,” Oikawa says, unconvinced. “Well, I’m here if you ever decide to stop being in denial.”

Iwaizumi nods. He hates when Oikawa is right. “Thanks.”

“Fuck! Right there!” you grip his back as you find yourself pushed up against the wall, his cock bullying its way into your aching cunt. “Don’t stop! Please, Kiyoomi.”

The tiny storage closet that you’ve somehow found yourselves in shakes as Sakusa pounds into you at an unrelenting pace. He holds you up by your thighs, groaning right into your ear as he continues his assault on your pussy. 

“You feel so fucking good.” He hisses as your walls flutter around his length. “So fucking tight.”

He hits a spot deep inside you that sends shivers down your spine. You drag your nails down the expanse of his skin and throw your head back at the sudden pleasure. “Fuck, I’m close.” You let out a moan. “I’m so fucking close.”

And that’s when you hear it. A chuckle. A fucking chuckle.

“So weak for me, aren’t you?” Sakusa says, his breath hot against your neck. “Who would’ve thought?”

His cock plunges into you, smashing into a spot that makes you writhe in his arms. “Omi!” you scream as your high crashes down on you. You bury your face in the crook of his neck and sink your teeth into his skin to hide your moans.

“Fuck!” he exclaims as your cunt squeezes his cock dry. He releases into you, the cum slipping out as he continues to thrust into you through his high.

He stills and slumps against you, slowly lowering the two of you to the floor.

You pull back and hold his head in your hands. His forehead is damp and his curls are a mess and he has that fucked out look on his face that you’ve gotten more than used to. You run your fingers through his hair and start laughing.

“You’re so fucked, man,” you say, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Couldn’t even wait for tonight?”

He shakes his head, smiling as you continue to pepper his face with kisses. “You’re a menace.”

You shrug, grinning at him. “Can’t help it,” you tell him as you run your thumb over his swollen lips. “You look pretty like this.”

Sakusa leans forward and catches your lips in a kiss, slow and sweet. The two of you move against one another like it's second nature. It might as well be, what with how long you’ve been at this.

“We have class,” he mumbles as you press your lips on his. “Wouldn’t wanna be late.”

With one last kiss, you pull back and sigh. You press your forehead against his and stare into his eyes, full of something you can’t quite put a name to yet.  “No, we wouldn’t want that.”

“Hey,” Iwaizumi greets as you take your seat beside him. “We were looking for you at lunch.”

Your eyes widen and you start your profuse apologies. You’d lost track of time when Sakusa decided to drag you away between classes. You completely forgot that you’d made plans to see your friends.

Iwaizumi just laughs. “It’s fine,” he says. “Oikawa’s not gonna let it go though.”

“I fucking know.” You groan into your hands. Then, you lift your head and take Iwaizumi’s hands in yours. “Be honest though, are you mad?”

His eyes flicker to where your hands meet. He looks back at you and shakes his head. “It’s really fine,” he tells you.

You let out an exhale of relief and pull your hands away. “You’d tell me if I fucked up, right?” you say. “I know I’ve been a shitty friend recently.”

He hums. “I mean, I don’t mind,” he tells you. And, well, he tries, he really tries to be as casual and respectful as he usually is about giving you privacy… but he just can’t take it this time, so he asks, “What were you up to though?”

You’re taken aback by the question. It isn’t anything big, but you know that your roommate’s never asked for information that you didn’t offer willingly. It’s just new.

“Oh, right, I was—” Your mind’s going crazy as it scrambles to come up with an excuse. You’ve never had to make up excuses with Iwaizumi. “—studying for a test.”

For a moment, you’re worried he won’t believe you. Because why would he? You’ve been living with him for two years now, he has your routine down pat. You study for tests in the afternoon and at night if you need to. You’ve never studied over your lunch break. You aren’t a slave to your schoolwork.

But he just nods. “I get it,” he says. “Third year’s rough, isn’t it?”

You let out an awkward laugh. “Oh, yeah, it really is.”

The door opens and you look over to see if the professor’s come early. 

It’s Sakusa.

He walks by you, quickly looking away as soon as he catches your eyes on him.

“What was that all about?” Iwaizumi wonders, catching the exchange between the two of you. 

You’re jolted out of your thoughts. “Sorry, what?”

“What’s his deal?”

You poke at your pencil. “Dunno,” you say. “Dude has some issues.”

You look over your shoulder to find Sakusa staring at you, a smirk on his face. You stick your tongue out at him and turn to look straight ahead of you, trying your best to school the grin that wants to burst across your face. 

Sakusa definitely has some issues. Chief among them being you.

note. let the drama commence ;)

[morganski-19]

The One with the Stolen Clothes

 Eddie walks into Steve and Robin’s apartment to bother them, because he’s bored, and Robin dramatically gasps. Then throws a ball of paper at Steve when he walks out of his bedroom.

“What the fuck was that for?” he asks, thoroughly confused.

Robin gestures over to Eddie with wide eyes. Steve raises an eyebrow, still confused. Eddie just looked between the two of them, trying to decipher what they are silently communicating. Robin rolls her eyes.

“Eddie, where did you get that shirt?”

Eddie glances down at his shirt, having just pulled it out of the laundry basket before walking over here. “The laundry basket on the couch. Why?”

“No, like what place?”

He shrugs. “Thrift store probably, I don’t listen to this bad, but the logo’s cool.”

Robin dramatically stands up. “I knew it. That’s my shirt.”

Eddie makes a confused face. “How would your shirt end up in my apartment?”

Steve’s eyes widen. “I think I know. Remember when you stayed over here a few nights ago, and you borrowed some of my clothes. You said that you would wash them and then return them, but never did. I’m pretty sure that was the shirt you borrowed.”

“Huh, guess so. Sorry Buck, I’ll have to wash it again before giving it back to you.”

“Yeah fine, whatever,” Robin groans.

Steve snaps, like he just made a big realization. “That’s why you threw the paper at me.”

“It always come back to you stealing shit out of my closet.”

“Not my fault you like to wear baggy shirts.”

“You still wear it even if it’s not baggy,” Robin raises her voice. “Half my closet is stuff that you stretched out.”

Steve huffs. “That is so not true. And you steal my shit all the time, it’s like our thing.”

“Not when you lend someone else my clothes,” she points to Eddie, bringing him back into this conversation. “And I don’t care if it’s not washed, I’d like it back.”

Eddie shrugs. “I’ll go change then.”

He leaves the apartment and returns to his own. Nancy giving him an odd look when he walks through the door.

“Is that you’re shirt?” Nancy asks, sitting at the kitchen table with her laptop.

“Apparently not. It’s Robin’s.” Eddie goes to his room to change, double checking that this shirt is actually his.

“How’d you end up with Robin’s shirt?” Nancy asks, turning her head to the hall when a loud scream is heard from the other apartment.

Eddie matches her expression, thinking it’s probably not a good idea to go over there again. “Steve accidentally lent it to me. Apparently, he steals her clothes a lot.”

Nancy hums. “Yeah, it’s been a problem for years. But she does it to. When I roomed with her in college, she would steal my sweatshirts all the time.”

“I’m still surprised you guys didn’t date back then. You practically were from the sound of it.” There’s another scream from the across the hall. “Should we intervene?”

“Nah, they’ll be fine. We probably would have dated in college if I knew I was bi back then. But I didn’t, so we sort of missed it.”

Eddie faces Nancy. “And now?”

“Now,” Nancy says, still facing the door. “Whatever we might have had back then is gone. Robin and I are just friends. All we’ll ever be.”

“Are you saying that because you believe it, or because you think Robin doesn’t like you back.”

“Because I believe it. What we have,” Nancy takes a deep breath. “I’d rather be her friend forever than risk losing her to some shitty breakup. I almost lost Steve when we broke up in college, and then Jonthan when we broke up two years ago. I got lucky twice, I’m not risking being lucky again.”

Eddie sits down next to Nancy at the table. “But are you really going to stop yourself from trying. Maybe this time, you won’t have to be lucky. Everything could work out.”

“Are you still holding yourself back after your dick head of an ex-boyfriend broke up on you?” Nancy asks already knowing the answer.

“Got me there. When did life get so complicated?”

Nancy huffs. “Life was so much easier when we were in high school. The biggest thing we had to worry about were classes and shitty after school jobs. Not this.”

“Remember that hiding spot we found in the library?”

“Yeah,” Nancy smiles. “Right behind the non-fiction isle by the teachers lounge. Everything felt better there.”

“Do you ever wish you could go back in time, just for life to feel simpler again? Or to change something in hopes it would make your future better.”

“Sometimes. I think if I did, the one thing I would change is us falling out of touch. Everything else, I think was just fine enough.”

Eddie plays with his rings. “I’m sorry that I stopped reaching out when you went off to school. Just felt like you didn’t need me anymore, with all your new college friends and classes and shit. You didn’t need me dragging you back to that town. You were so much better than them.”

“I’m sorry I let you. Wasn’t just you’re doing. I wanted to separate as much from home as possible, you just happened to be in the crossfire.”

Robin bursts through the apartment door, finding Eddie with a glare. “My shirt,” she demands.

“Right, here,” he tosses her the shirt and she leaves. “We really need to start locking that door.”

Nancy winces. “Yeah. Why’d Steve lend you the shirt anyway?”

“Not the reason you think. We were too high and tired to stand up fully, so he just let me stay over.”

“Damn, thought you two were done being stupid.”

Eddie laughs. “Yeah, that’s not going to happen until you and Robin stop being stupid.”

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[illwynd]

You mentioned months back people were calling you a “variant” because of the thing you were cosplaying. (Wasn’t it the YA version of Kid Loki?) And it instantly reminded me of how whenever I cosplay Fem Loki, people at cons always, always call me Sylvie and it’s annoying. 🙃

It was basically any comics Loki, since I have quite a few that I do (AoA, kid, Siege, Trials, etc.) and got that reaction with all of them, even Lokis that have no parallel in the show. And it was fucking CONSTANT. I was so sick of hearing that word by the end of the day. And yeah, this isn't entirely a new problem, since for some reason people have always insisted upon calling anyone who appears afab in a Loki costume "Lady Loki" even when like. they are clearly not going for that and are portraying a comics-accurate guy Loki impeccably. So you have my sympathies. If anyone called me Sylvie I would lose my shit utterly and insist on dueling them in a Denny's parking lot.

This year I almost couldn't bring myself to cosplay Loki at sdcc at all because the situation was so dire last time that it made it un-fun to even be there, and I tried to prepare by making a little "Loki Spotting Field Guide" flyer to educate people about the different comics versions and why not every Loki cosplayer they see is a goddamn variant.

But I'm happy to report that the problem was much less severe this time. There were still people who said it, but maybe only a quarter as many as last year, and those ones were more willing to be corrected and didn't automatically get huffy when I said "Nah, I'm no variant, I'm an original." People even seemed thrilled by my (kinda snarky) flyer.

I guess that is the plus side of the show sucking too bad to have much staying power. Gods willing, everyone will have forgotten that nonsense entirely in another year or two and we won't have to deal with it anymore.

[hopeymchope]

The Legend of Zelda and shipping

I can't understand people who are like "I only ship Link in every game with one single character ever." What the hell... HOW?!

This seems to be most most common with people who ship Zelda/Link or "Zelink" — always wanting every Zelda to be with Link, because they're the main characters, though the phenomenon does exist with Malink and some other ships as well. And that’s not to hate on Zelink and Malink, because I love them! SPECIFIC INCARNATIONS of them, I mean.

Because there are a bare minimum of EIGHT different incarnations of Link, and you can’t tell me you think every single dude named Link has chemistry with/should have romance with every single girl named Zelda. Like EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.? I just can't with that. It's unfathomable, IMO.

I mean, OKAY, let me back that up: I get that people find it romantic to think that these are like... some kind of soulmates who always find each other through every reincarnation ala Hawkman and Hawkgirl or something, but it's not like they even display the same personality traits or share memories or something in each version of themselves. They just... act like totally different people quite regularly. Because by all accounts, they are.

Furthermore... shit - if we assume the incarnations are all descendants of one another and the same descendancy lines keep hooking up with the same partner lines, at what point do we wind up becoming dangerously incestuous with this repeated pairing? Because that shit seems INEVITABLE in such a case…?

NAH, my fam — I believe each Link and each Zelda are their own person, with their own traits. Their only unifying truth is that every person Link will ALWAYS look best in a green tunic and matching green, pointy flop-hat. (Sorry; I don't make the rules. Facts is facts.)

With that in mind, these are my sundry ships for various Links. And I apologize in advance for the fact that they're all boringly het. :P

Skyward Sword — Zelink, absolutely. Childhood Friend Romance always gets me right in the heart. I love these two together. The casual playfulness and fondness they display. The lengths they'll go to in order to see each other/protect each other. And although Zelda loses some of her distinct personality when she learns she's a reincarnation of Hylia, she gets her groove back near the end, so it's all good.

Ocarina of Time/Majora's Mask/SC2 — Malink with a bullet. The singing farmgirl and the boy without a fairy, two people who felt alone in the world and find each other. The nicknames! "Don't be long, fairy boy." The fact that you can declare your romantic intentions for Malon while you're still a fucking KID! The Gossip Stone that tells you how much Malon pines to be saved from her daily life by a hero on a horse! It's SO GOOD.

Wind Waker/Phantom Hourglass — I'm only mentioning this era because this Link is an ACTUAL CHILD. He's like, what? EIGHT? Maybe ten, if we're feeling generous? So I just want to say: Yeah... I just can't bring myself to ship this literal child with anybody. It ain't RIGHT.

Link's Awakening — Marink. If you weren't feeling these two by the time their sunset beach conversation wrapped up, I don't know what to even say to you. This was probably my first serious ship from playing the TLoZ games. Plus this ship is a good reason why the original black-and-white Game Boy version's secret ending is actually the best version of that bonus scene.

Twilight Princess — Ilink. Is there even any other contender worth mentioning? The writing and direction of the cut scenes makes it pretty clear that Link and Ilia are sweet on each other. You barely even meet Zelda in this game, and the only other option would probably be, well... Midna? You know - your partner imp that spends most of the game trash-talking you for her personal lulz and repeatedly slamming her body weight down HARD onto your spine? Mm, I’ll pass.

Breath of the Wild/Age of Calamity/TotK — Miphlink/Miphalink, no items, FINAL DESTINATION. Their story makes my heart just ACHE. The flashback to Mipha healing him up... Mipha's diary (OMFG that diary)... the Zora armor and its descriptions... holy SHIT, fam. And even if that story DIDN'T melt me into a complete puddle, Zelda put herself out of consideration by stealing my fucking house. I don’t understand why she pulled that, but given her privileged upbringing, I doubt she understands the value/expense of home ownership. So maybe she thought this was like yoinking a french fry. :P

Haven't Played — The only major entry I haven't played yet is "Spirit Tracks" on the DS. So I can't speak to that incarnation at this point. But the two things I can say is A) The Zelda/Link relationship sure appears cute? but B) This is also the same style of Link seen in Wind Waker, so I won't be surprised if she's supposed to be a LITERAL CHILD again (and therefore not a shippable character for me).

[bh-writingdump]

In Session

Oakland, Chapter 3

Two tables flip and a broken lamp later, you find yourself still residing in the smaller skeleton’s home. A wall of bones shielded em from the table. Otherwise, ey didn’t move. That same stoic expression on eir face.

“Are you ready?” Like you had bathroom level break.

“What is your problem?” You hiss through clenched teeth.

I’d be far easier if ey’d get angry, scream and yell or just kick you out. You’ve run the gambit of math tutors over the years. So long, in fact, that despite losing your name, the little mathematician is the only one who takes your calls.

Occasionally a new tutor comes to town. You’d been upfront here about your issues. Surprisingly, a couple tutors readily took you on… Only to drop you after a few sessions realizing 1) how positive reinforcement doesn’t make the outbursts go away and 2) how you’d stop coming after you’d seen that fearful look in their eye if they did.

They said “go to a therapist.” You rolled your eyes. Yeah sure, let some shmuck everyone knows poke around in your brain. There is no way that could turn out badly.

“Do you like when I break your shit?”

The mathematician sets the lamp back up even turning eir back to you. What is happening?  

Is ey fucking with you? Why put up with you? It’s one thing over a computer screen but you’d seen recordings of your outbursts. They aren’t pretty.

“Sit down.”

It’s the first time ey spoke through your entire tirade. Your mouth dry as the Sahara. You could just leave. Be done with the uncertainty of when it’d end.

But then ey’d be alone.

“We should do online again. This isn’t going to work. I can help with groceries on Wednesdays.”

“Why?”

“Seriously? Aren’t you tired of this already?”

The smaller skeleton shrugs. “My 4 year old siblings tantrums have more bite than yours.” Though soon as ey said it, ey shifts. “What disturbs you so much about math? Chemistry barely makes you bat an eye and it has math.”

You sink further into the arm chair. The Afghan flips over your face. “What does it matter? I’m always going to suck at it.”

“Why?”

“You’ve seen my work. I just don’t think math.”

“And?”

“A two year od could learn better than me. Is that what you want to hear?”

“A two-year-old can barely count.”

You fall silent while shuffling of papers and pounding of your magic fills your ears. Any moment now, you’ll be out of your seat, smacking down that stupid clipboard from eir hands.

“How was your experience of math as a child?”

“What’s that got to do with anything?”

“Did you experience such crippling self-loathing while learning your multiplication tables? Or is this recent?”

“No?”

“Then when did you start losing your temper?”

“I don’t know! I got up one day and it just happened. No rhyme or reason.” You throw up your hands, getting in eir face. “Leave the psycho analyzing to the shrink if you want me here come Wednesday.”

“Were the tutors good to you?”

“Pah! You think I had tutors ack then. Nah, it’d bring shame to the family if their kid couldn’t do basic math.”

“You parents—“

“Parent.”

“Your parent tutored you. How did they react when you came home needing help?”

“What’s that got to do with anything?”

“Answer the question.”

“Or what? You’ll accuse my nopa of child abuse?”

“You’re the one who brought it up.” Ey crosses eir arms, leaning back.

Disengaging.

You grab eir coffee cup and throw it against the wall. It satisfyingly smashes into a million pieces, coloring the one piece of wall without shelving with a light brown stain.

“They tutored my stupid ass every god damn day. If it wasn’t for them, I’d be held back 3 years like all the other losers with a fucked-up brain like mine. Don’t you see? I owe them everything. None of this is their fault. It’s mine.”

Ey taps eir fingers together in thought. The mathematician pulls back the layers of the puzzle seeking the core. Well, ey could go and find another patient.

“I’m done.” You march out the door.

“Where did they get the 3 years? Was it anecdotal or did an experienced physician tell them?”

You stop part way down the stairs. “There was another kid who had the same thing. It happened to him.”

“Did your nopa know him well?”

“I don’t know! It was 2 decades ago and the kid moved.” You rush down the stairs, the familiar patter of another set of feet setting your mind on edge. “STOP FOLLOWING ME!”

“Did they say you’d be a stupid, good for nothing loser without their help?”

You clench your teeth. “Shut up! You don’t know anything about me.”

“That you’d amount not nothing with their help?”

You’re nearly across the parking lot to your bike.

“Because they’re wrong.”

You face em for a split second you consider pummeling eir face into the ground. Then you see a nearby cluster of flowers. You stomp your heel down until the beautiful purple stocks are ground into a pulp. “SHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUP!” You hiss, feeing your cheeks get wet as you try to focus on anything but hurt em.

Away from em.

That’s for the best.

You can always apologize for the flowers but not to em if eir dust.

From behind you, a softened voice rides on the breeze. “Did you ever strike back?”

Silence. Long unending silence only broken by your own laughter. “Bastard.”

“You should’ve.”

For the first time, you look eir in the eye. Those cold calculating eyes had flared to thrice their size, smoke pouring out, eir fingers spark with magic.

“heh, don’t lose your cool now. Only one of us can be a raging maniac at a time.”

Eir clenches eir fist, unspent yellow magic gushing into the grass. Ey goes on like you hadn’t said a thing. “If you invite them here… and still want a parent… I’d strongly advise against it.”

You smile. Fuck, why were you even doing that? Sure, you weren’t in the best terms with your nopa but they raised you. Should you be angry? Ey threatened em. Yet a warm fluttery feeling fills your chest. You deflate. The anger spent thrashing left you twitchy and exhausted.

.

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[Oakland, Ch3]

[rogertaylorshbb]

"friends" roger Taylor fanfic {part 2}

I'm gonna be doing 4 parts to this story, part 3 will be posted soon, enjoy!!

the next day you contemplated whether you should actually help roger or not. as much as you would love to go out with Daniel, ava was your best friend and you wouldn't want her to get her heart broken by roger who you knew had girls jumping at him left and right.

At break you sat on a bench outside reading your favorite book when you were disturbed by roger again. "hey so have you talked to ava yet?" he sat down beside you putting his arm spread out across the bench.

"no, because I'm not going to, I take back the deal" you said.

"why, you shook on it!" he responded.

"look, why do you need my help, I've seen how you are with the girls why cant you pick her up yourself if you want her so bad, and in the end I know your probably gonna break her heart anyway, roger, get another one night stand" you explained shutting your book.

"I'm not gonna break her heart, and so what if I just want a one night stand, please y/n, I promise. I- I've tried to talk to her but she's always busy, and this seems more easier, just chat her up about how amazing I am and ill do the rest" he begged.

"its gonna be a bit hard to say your amazing, guess ill have to lie, and if you hurt her I swear to god you will never see the light of day" you harshly smiled.

"I will not hurt her, I swear on it, and trust me ill get you and Daniel a date" he smiled crossing his legs.

you rolled your eyes and waved goodbye walking back to your dorm room. once you entered your dorm room ava was there. she was sitting on your bed reading a music magazine. "oh y/n, so glad to see you!" she jumped up hugging you. "hey, same here, what you doing" you asked making small conversation. "oh just some reading" she said sitting back down.

"ugh y/n, I am so bored, there's nothing to do, all I do is read and read, why don't we ever go out to parties and stuff like we used to!!" she complained with a smile. this was your chance to bring up roger.

"well why don't you find a date...hm that could be nice maybe, find a nice guy, one night stand?" you said.

"a date? I mean that could work, there's no cute guys though" she sighed.

"why-" ah fuck this was gonna be hard to say "why don't you go out with roger"

"roger?" ava laughed "your talking about the stupid and rude roger taylor, are you trying to kill me"

"I'm being serious, he- he's actually not bad, he- uh- he actually apologized for giving me a hard time and you know if you have a one night stand with him you wont get attached" you shrugged.

"huh....I guess he's not bad looking with those blue eyes and all, maybe eh, he always sleeping with girls" she said thinking hard about if it was a good idea or not.

"I mean, what's there to lose, a-" this was also gonna be incredibly hard to say "cute, experienced guy for one night" you spoke.

"well" ava laughed "some girls have told me some pretty cool stuff about him in bed-"

"ew, shut up" you laughed throwing a pillow at her before she could finish. "well you have convinced me y/n!" she got up from your bed "I need to go now, my mum wants to have a 'family meeting' ugh, but ill come back later, bye" she hugged you and made her way out.

*rogers pov*

y/n walked away from me I had finally convinced her to talk to ava about her going out with me, but now I had to keep up my end of the deal, talking to Daniel.

I walked into Daniels dorm room. "hey thought you had band practice?" Daniel questioned. :"nah, I canceled on Brian" I responded.

"then why aren't you bothering some chick" Daniel laughed.

"eh not in the mood, why aren't you?" I questioned.

"ha ha roger, you know I'm not looking too date right now, I have to focus on my studying" Daniel said.

"ugh what a bore! c'mon, why wont you find a girlfriend, do you wanna be alone forever?" I put my hands on my hips.

"alone? I have friends, you for example" Daniel smiled.

"like why don't you go out with someone nice...y/n for a uh- random example" I suggested.

"y/n, huh? why would you say that, thought you didn't like her?" Daniel raised and eyebrow at me.

"so what if I don't like her, saw you too talking today, you guys could make a cute couple" I shrugged.

"c'mon there's a party at bens house on Saturday, why don't you ask her?" I continued.

"fine ill ask her just get off my back about it, jeez" Daniel chuckled.

"well, wanna go out to the movies, I have tickets?" I questioned.

"yeah, wait ill get my shoes" Daniel said picking up his worn out runners.

@sarcastic-sourwolf

[goldenpinof]

thank you for sharing your experience!! it's so nice that he takes the effort to tweak the script a bit depending on where he is, despite some jokes not landing lmao but thank you for the effort dan. i do feel he thrives off the energy of the crowd so he loves it when the audience engages and reacts a lot (in parts that need that reaction). can't wait to see how it'll be different in berlin. also it's sweet that aside from meeting him a big part of why people go to wad is to see friends and the community and being in the same space enjoying the same thing and reacting with and to dan. and i think dan loves seeing that as well. i love living vicariously through you guys as someone who lives in a country that dan won't tour in :( but it's nice to read different experiences and how dan is such a sweetheart in meet and greets and how he really enjoys performing.

i'm so sorry you can't go :( it's a great experience!

i hope Dan understands what kind of people he gathered around himself 😂 we share some opinions and we're willing to listen to each other. yesterday that was such a pleasantly unexpected discovery. you know it's easier to discuss some things online than irl, like political and social systems, sexuality and etc, but we were discussing it after the show and it felt safe to do so. and these conversations will stay with some people for a long time. it's kinda beautiful, we're in the same boat and Dan and Phil are just slightly directing us by planting seeds of major topics in your heads. and then we're free to make research, share our experience and help one another understand something if needed. even when someone leaves the phandom they don't leave it empty-headed. you can obviously outgrow that kind of relationship and find something similar in real life, so you don't need some British white guys to guide your ways. but i bet they still remember what kind of messages those two were trying to convey to them and the world in general. i'm not saying that dnp's opinions and views are always 100% right. hell nah! but sometimes starting a conversation is more important than arguing your rightness. we can joke about it for as long as we want but they really raised us in a way. just like school and your neighbourhood is raising you as well, directly or indirectly.

i think Dan underestimates his power and influence. or likes to think that he's not as powerful as he actually is because then the damage is lesser. he's scared of being wrong and it prevents him from doing the right things immediately. Ukraine was a good example of it, because even if he waited he still fucked up with that tweet. so i get where the fear is coming from and each mistake bites his ass. he is more careful with it now but he still likes to think that he can't do anything. (i'm bringing up Ukraine because he brought it up yesterday. and i'm glad that he keeps doing it. and by doing it he contradicts himself because talking about this war is doing something. it's not over, missiles are falling on cities and killing people, Ukraine loses its towns, gets some towns back – it's happening every day. i just hope that at least 1 person goes home after Dan's show, opens google, updates themselves on the war and shares it within their circle. forgetting is a scary thing, it's like erasing history, only now we're erasing the present).

anyway, can't wait to compare it to Berlin.

[egyptian-sun-god]

Desi Girls and Generational Gifts

Yo, my brown girls in the mutuals reply if you feel me on this.

There's so many things that are gender segregated where these are boys things and these are girls things. I mean reply if you guys have also seen in like family functions when there's a bunch of relatives/ family friends there'll be like one corner for the men, once corner (usually in the kitchen/near the dining area) for the women and the children will be in their own corner. I don't know how often that is but it's what I've observed. Rb if you see the same.

Its a bit fucked up how like the women are always expected to serve and like prepare like snacks. Coffee illati tea eduthukunu vaa nu solluvaanga (bring coffee or tea they'd say) in my family to the women. Now this isn't just the hosts, but the guests invited would also step in and go into the kitchen to prepare.

Now I've always felt like nah it's not that bad I mean my parents let me, a girl not do any of those things and continue talking in like the "men's corner" with my brother and the uncles. And then when I went back recently, I realized I only had that experience because I wasn't a "woman" yet. This last month was the first time I'd went back home since Covid so I'm now an adult. And it was completely different.

Being a girl vs a woman in tamil/indian society is nuts. The expectations flip so hard. Stuff I got away with a few years before got me yelled at now. Talk softer, Don't be so rough when you walk, Come and help with the serving etc etc. And it annoyed me so much having to perform traditional indian femininity in front of the men and I was resentful of how my grandmother and aunts and mum would do it without even realizing how fake it felt. It distanced me from them.

I don't know but at a point, I got tired of arguing. I went with it and started acting "traditionally." Fucked up, but I discovered something i actually liked.

After the men would all leave and it was just the women in the house. The conversation changed. It felt freer. The aunties and grandmothers started gossiping and advising the younger women. It felt like I'd stepped through a secret garden with knowledge being instilled in the middle of pressure cooker whistles. The topics ranged from maintaining a household, to marriage in the modern day all the way to grief and loss. I heard nuanced takes of division of labour in marriages, even though some of my aunties had more "archaical" ideas it made sense. It was love in the way they were taught to express it.

An example was when my grandmother and another aunty talked about the grief of losing a husband and how detrimental it was after you ended up having built an identity and been their caretaker for so long. They then compared it to having a husband lose a wife and not able to remarry, which they said was worse. At first I was close to dismissing them becuase I thought this was another one of "oh no , men need women. We have to care for them and be their moms etc." It wasn't though. I mean yeah parts of it were oh look they can't cook they need us. But it mainly circled around the fact that women have social circles where talking about these things are normal. Men don't because of traditional aspects of "masculinity" or in their words, "because he is a man", they can't express these things with their friends. I'll be real, I didn't think they'd pinpoint the issue of setting up men to be emotionally closed off as a justfication. It made me rethink marriage though, and the reason why women are seen as like pillars in marriages.

There was something special in those hours. Something more raw, real. I don't know. Being a brown girl has so many issues with our community and traditions, but sometimes. If I look hard enough, it feels like I'm part of the women that made me. Their struggles generationally passed down to me. But not just the struggles, their gifts of traditional feminity like being emotional. There is logic in the most illogical of their issues.

[onehunnit]

April Comebacks/Debuts that I Caught!*

*in no particular order, non-exhaustive, and all songs were released between April 1st and April 30th. 🎶 means it was playlisted!

*Locked On by VVUP: This technically came our march c32st my time but whatever, going in april list: I enjoy how this track goes but im unsure ab the chorus. but who knows?

🎶 Deja Vu by TXT: yet ANOTHER Deja Vu kpop song. nah im jk. This song is really banger, i love the guitar riffs. However, TXT (FOR ME) do their best when they're in their pop punk bag so the remix does clear I fear.

Renegade by LUCAS: Man idk NOTHING ab what happened to Lucas and why he was kicked out (I have a vague idea?). Anyways. This is like.... not good. Painfully average at best, boring and snoozefest at worst. The entire release is, Crushing On You is the closest I get to being happy ab this. And I'm still not. This solo shit may not be it king 🙌🏾. I will never get those three minutes back 😭

SHEESH by BABYMONSTER: It is better than Batter Up for sure and the girlies ate up that rap like no tomorrow. But it's just not my cup of tea at the end of the day.... :(. the dance is addictive tho fr

LURE BY I.M: This song is really nice 😭😭 I.M's music always is

🎶 Midas Touch by Kiss of Life: BRITNEY SPEARS' CHILDREN! 10/10 AMAZING SHOW STOPPING NEVER DONE BEFORE ETC ETC ETC WHEN I TOUCH YA

🎶 By My Monster by ONF: Wahhhhh this song is so beautiful the chorus HITS and the post-chorus instrumentation like fawk! GIVE THE BOYS THEIR FLOWERS. i wanted to hatethe rap but i fear the transitions in and out of it are in fact well done

Could It Be by YUQI: This was a cute little jam!

🎶 BLUSH by woo!ah!: take these girls out of nugudom. EXPEDITIOUSLY. THIS SONG IS SO FUCKING GOOD UR JOKING!?!? this is MY SPRING SONG! MINEEEE. I FEEL LIKE MONEYYYY

Beautiful MAZE by DRIPPIN: I heard this song once and it was stuck i my head for the next three weeks.

Girl's Night by LOOSEMBLE: Died 2020, reborn 2024. Welcome Back GFRIEND /j

Flower Rhythm by ARTMS: i do enjoy this genre a lot and I started choreographing something to thus. Guys. Spring is here and the ggs are making sure you know!

Impossible by RIIZE: whoever said this sounds like a SHINee reject is right, but that's how u know they ate 🤭 Again adhering to my belief that every bg should have a club banger. side note: sm been fumbling the bag so bad (see: renegade) so bring that boy BACK

PSYCHIC by LAY: WHEN WE NEEDED HIM MOST HE CAME BACK. I enjoy this song!

Earth, Wind and Fire by BOYNEXTDOOR: this is hella catchy.... they did eat with this one 🙈

Bubble Gum by NewJeans: this is a rly cute song 🫶🏾

SPOT by ZICO ft Jennie: Zico can miss.. Jennie can't miss... and they hit the target with this one 🤷🏾‍♀️

🎶HEYA by IVE: I really loved this sample flip and y'all know i'll alwaysbe tapped into a demjointz joint. that insturmental goes crazyyyy

🎶But I by SOLAR: goddd solar's vocal never fails to move me. This is the exact song I woulda lost my shit to in eighth grade and I'm still losing my shit to it now ngl

MAESTRO by SEVENTEEN: That instrumental section is sooo juicy and bonkers i love it.pots and pans music but good

🎶Little Things by Xdinary Heroes: HELLLL YEAHHHH BROTHER

[lunachocolate24]

Welp, I got nothing to lose if I posted all my rants from my phone onto here, so internet enjoy my rage!

Sorry for any spelling mistakes!

I'm the one who causes problems even though I don't mean too.

When I'm referred to as "special" in my mind that's another word for stupid or retarded

Memory problems are a bitch

A is the smart one of the friendship

Makes me feel like I can't rant to my own family even though she rants to hers without repocution

When I'm sick I'm still expected to go out and work but when A is sick she stays home and lays in bed all day

When I'm talking to my friends online A dosnt see how happy it makes me and says their fake

Says that i like girls even tho I don't, she says it makes more sense because I seem to be a masculine lesbian

Talks shit with everyone around me but when I do it God forbid

I know I'm bad with money but I'm trying

Makes me feel like I'm less of a person compared to her

Makes me rethink the friendship alot

Tries to keep my best friend O away from me saying she's toxic and a bad friend

Keeps on saying she'll win in a fight against me, and threatens that she'll beat me if I tell anyone a piece of info she doesn't want being known

When I tell her I'm depressed her imitate reaction is "everyone has depression, your just saying that for attention."

When I cut she says I can go to her but when I do she says I don't have anything to cut for and doing it for attention even though I'm not

My depression has gotten worse since she's been my roommate

Thinks that she's all mighty and shit but she's only human too

She always gets front seat even though I'm in the back trying not to get sick

She asks me what I want but makes it to her preferences and not mine and when I say something I'm immediately ignored

Says I am more interested in girls because I have a hard time talking to guys, she dosnt have a say on who I like

When I'm sick I'm still supposed to do shit but when she's sick everyone feels bad for her and let her be lazy all day, double standard

Says the app I talk to my friends with is just a stupid fantasy game and says their fake friends

You always blame your problems on Me because you say it's easier to put it the blame on me

She throws me under the bus pretty much any chance she gets

Says everything stressed her out but when I get stressed I'm being annoying or too exited

She says moms driving is bad when she drives the same way

She's allowed to bring up the past but when I do it its the worst thing in the world

She shouldn't have a say in my sexuality if it makes more since then not I don't like girls I can find them attractive but not pursue them romanicly

Sooo I have no say on how long we do door dash with jeri and she says "we have nothing going on" You may have nothing going on but I do

Says I shouldn't be on my phone as much ok im sorry that most of the stuff you talk about is ether a You problem or not interesting at all

When I Show her I have an issue with my phone she thinks in just being stupid and wasting time, I don't want to dash with her anymore if she keeps this shit up.

She knows my phones fucked up

When I try to explain to her something she dosnt listen at all but I'm supposed to listen to her like that nah she can go screw herself

I'm not allowed to explain why I did something because she keeps on saying "stop talking"

Stop Being in charge of everything in my life and get out of it

Apparently I'm not allowed to talk maybe I should go mute or something because all I do is cause issues

When I have to do something I have to do it right away but when she has to do something she's able to take her time because she's in a bad mood.

A is so bad with road rage she almost caused an accident when K and I both told her to slow down

I'm a bad driver if I miss a turn but if she dose it its fine Even if she dose it multiple times in a row

She said she'll take me home at 830 but I'm not sure if she's telling the truth

Gets mad at me for the dasher app being stupid and bitches me out for it

I get blamed for all the disgusting sounds even though I have no idea what they are and A makes me cry alone in a dark bathroom because she can't sleep

A makes me the villen in every situation even with O.

At least I have respect to tell people discreetly instead of making them feel bad for what I hear,

She didn't even let me explain myself but if it was her she expects me to be respectful

She has a major victim complex

I'm supposed to deal with her being bitchy but I'm supposed to stop right away if I'm being bitchy

Double fucken standards

Stop telling me that you think I'm a lesbian because i give off the vibes

You don't have a say in my sexuality

Mom and dad favoring A over their own daughter

Mom always being on A side for everything

Telling our mutual friends that I have a p*rn addiction even though I don't, why would you say that? If I was in you shoes I would keep my mouth shut with that kind of shit.

Why would you show my own mother a tictok about me biting my lip, I didn't even know it was seductive I just found that out today.

I wish you weren't coming with us to the new house.

You say I'm not paying attention but your the same way you bitch your ignoring me when I try and tell you something then yell at me when I do the same thing.

Your such a bitch to me today for the same shit we did last year but when it comes to me it's the worst thing in the world

You can talk about anything that I'm uncomfortable with but as soon as I say a word your not comfortable with I'm the bad guy

In stressful situations she laughs but when we almost got hit I laugh but I get yelled at by her

Calls me odd for talking in a mirror fucken bitch

Most of not all of the money we make gos to her own wallet and stuff she needs to pay for not shared but when I forget stuff I'm told to remember stuff that she should take care of. She keeps calling rosey HER cat and MY car HERS I'm done with her she can dash on her own

How was I supposed to know telling the truth was going to lead to an argument

Everyone is saying it's my fault

No one wants to hear my side of the story only hers

She's causing more problems then there needs to be, she's the issue not me

She is blackmailing me

I don't want to alive anymore because of her she acts just like her parents

I'm do close to telling mom everything but knowing her she'll make herself to be the victim

Says I'm addicted to my phone when she's in the same boat I'd not worse, she also text while driving.

The music is so loud I can barely hear myself think but when I try to turn it down I get yelled at. It's not my fault that she's deaph

Tried to tell mom and dad whats going on but as soon as angel came out I'm called crazy, I already know as soon as we're alone I'm goin to be bitched out by her. She can go to hell

Makes fun of me when I accidentally cut myself and say "why don't you ask for help?" I did you just chose to ignore me and instead talk shit about me to my own parents.

It honestly feels like they much rather have you as a daughter then me.

I get blamed for everything even if I wasn't involved anyway shape or form

Mom and dad are more leaninant with her then me I want to spend 30 dollers she wants to spend 60 but I get told no

Say all my online friends are fake but mom and A are the same way their hipacrets

A Ecen admits that I get bitched at for no reason but still switches sides constantly choose a side

She tells me I'm lazy and everyone has depression but if I say anything to her I'm an asshole

Her needs and wants are always put before mine even if it's a day about me

She calls me spoiled but she grew up in money

When talking about the past she says she was abused but in different ways so was I but I I try to say anything I'm insensitive to her and get yelled at.

When I try and talk to you about the work schedule and you say ya sure we can change it only to immediately keep it the same before the conversion because you don't want to get up earlier in the day

You say is a me problem but you involve me in your problems but as soon as I try and back out I'm the ass hole.

I constantly get questioned from everyone in the family why I'm in a bad mood, I'm sorry I didn't realize I had to be happy all the time.

When I cry I get yelled at and told "that didn't work out for you did it?" As soon as you do it and I say the same thing I'm the asshole

She tells me I'm just like dad even in bad situations because I'm always the last one to be told things.

Church gives me bad juju

I want to talk to sister about the list but if I do that I'll be called out about everything I think about A.

Your music isn't as good as you think it is.

I apparently have to tell A when I get new headphones because I can't be trusted with them

Mom, sister and probably dad are on my side and A got butched out by mom, and now she's pissed that she got bitched out more then I did.

It's your way or the highway your alot like mom and dad, your no better then they are.

If you make us lose our job because you bitched out anyone I will never forgive you

I sigh one time and you bitch me out like I've heen doing it all day, leave me be God dammit

If you think I'm fat just say so don't beat around the bush

Why would you tell me to get rid of my vr headset and stop vr, it's like me telling you, you can't go to movies or watch TV because you watch merder shows and that's weird.

Stop bitching me out like I'm a child dad didn't ask for help from me so it's not my problem, so shut the fuck up and go suck a dick or something

When I was in the shower you were calling for me to ask me a question but I didn't answer you because I was in the shower a d couldn't hear you over the water and fans going then tou knocked on the door and yelled "Do you know where the glaze is for the ham!?" I said 'no, I don't,' and you proceeded to say,"I called your name three times. What the heel were you doing!?" And I told you," I was in the shower?" with a towl wrapped around my head. So before you yell make sure I'm in the shower or not before you get bitchy

And let's not forget only one of us kissed multiple girls multiple times so it would make since if you were bi and I wasn't but that's only me since God forbid you be a little fruity. But you can repeatedly tell me that "it makes sense if you're bi and not ace. Because if you're not 100% on the label, then it doesn't apply to you." Just say your homophobic and be done with it, and it's not the first time either.

[ducknotinarow]

2k7 Raph Casey - 🤪

| Send 🤪 to receive a drunk text from my muse [part one]

Arm hug lose against his side as Raph snuck his way back into the lair. From the heavy snoring he heard it was easy to guess Mikey was passed out on the couch again. He could also hear the familiar sound of Don rummaging in the kitchen, time for coffee he guessed. For a second he thought about going to them but nah. A shake of his head as he continued on into his room, making sure he slowly shut the door closed so to avoid the slightest hint of a click being noticed. Raph had a lot of practice most nights no one knew when he came back. Holding his head, it felt like he was swimming. Couldn't let his mind drift just yet though as he stumbled further into his room.

Littered with all kinds of trash but he knew his stash was somewhere in here. He should still have some on hand? Lightly kicking away empty bottles away as he rolled his eyes annoyed by his own mess. well he moved stuff around eyeing the case and half. It was going to be gross and warm but eh best he was gonna get. Grabbing at the first can he opens up the tab. He eyes the wall in front of him that will do, as he grits his teeth moving to lean up against the hard cold surface. He jerk his shoulder back into place the pop in his ear was nearly sickening. Breath became ragged but he let the pain ride out. Wasn't the first time he hand to handle a dislocated shoulder but fuck did it hurt like a bitch. Almost white blinding pain. That what the beer was for though as he lifted the can to his beak and heavily gulped it down like he was dying for water in a dessert. Letting himself sink to sit down. He just needed a moment to rest up. Dragging the cases closer to himself.

"Be better cold" he grumbled to himself, but then he'd have to go to the kitchen to get his beer. Maybe he could find an old mini fridge? eh his room didn't really have outlets he always kept it a tad more bear and open so he could have his own sort of practice area. All his belongs lined the walls so the center was open. Heck why he kept to the hammock still. Well and other reasons for why he wasn't much for beds. Less he was in one with Casey. That's when he let his hand shake at the can he was working on near empty, head tilt back as he knocked it back, already freeing another from the plastic yoke rings.

Raphael already knew no matter how much he chug though it never got the guy off his mind. Mindlessly tossed the no empty can off into his room, letting the can bounce around and rattle across the floor as he listened to the sound bounce around the bricks. Didn't mean Raph wouldn't keep trying even if it was a fruitless effort in the end. Casey was more on his mind than when they dated, now he had to wonder if that stupid phasing of 'absence makes the heart grow founded' might not just be lame sappy bullshit for chick flicks. As Raph knocked back more warm beer, he slipped his phone free from his side.

"Idiot" he scolded himself he knew what he was doing the moment he grabbed for it. How many times had he done this before after all? yet he shifts his weight to get comfortable where he sat. Sigh leaves his beak before he pours more down his throat. He didn't even need to look at the screen the actions was so well practiced he could navigate his phone with out needing to look. Thumb clicking around to get into photos he should have deleted ages ago. Never could bring himself to do so.

Wiping his mouth with his arm another can tossed out into his room soon to be replaced with a new one. Held to his mouth as he started to look through them. Photos of Casey, photos of him and Casey even. Some he had taken in secret when they weren't aware Casey working on his bike along with Raph. When they would go back and forth saying whose would run better, faster even. Stupid smug look on their face. A shot of Casey beaming down at the hockey game they were watching from up in the rafters of the rink. His favorite Casey sleeping, with sunlight draping over them, His star soften at the sight. Casey was a rough and tumble kind of guy, loud and obnoxious. Bearly could walk around a place without something breaking or getting knocked over. A temper about as bad as Raph's and boy did he love to riled up Raph's when given a chance. Can set down

Casey was also a real soft guy deep down. Casey looked out for others like the kid son his block, yeah. But himself, too. With how open and friendly he can be and well dumb at times. Yeah, I can't be blamed to think there wasn't much else going on for him. Raph knew better, though. Raph knew Casey's heart and the scars on it they let him see the pain they tried to hide and act wasn't there. How easily wounded he had actually been by others. Why Casey seemed to not want the same for others. Cause they were just so fucking kind. And Raph felt so bad for Casey because of it. Openly hurting himself just because he was so kind. As big a heart as the city he wanted to look put for. Hell even willing to tell a lie about his own Jack ass of a father...that flame of anger went out fast because well? How was Raph any better?

Raph hurt Casey. He didn't mean to say those words he was so messed up, though it just came out. So Raph being Raph, stuck to his guns and held firm. And he saw how it hurt Casey. The moment it came out though he feared it wouldn't be the last time. What if he kept hurting them? What if he did like thier father? Raph couldn't do that, not to Casey. God never Casey. So he ended it.

This is why he needed to stay away from Casey. Casey was the kind of person who could make him feel things he hated to feel. But Casey was just so warm, caring despite it all. And people like Raph? they yern for kind people. They cling to them, take advantage of what they have to offer, demand more than they have to give.

"I can' drag ya into this." Raphs not even sure when he grab the following can, fuck he don't remember when he drank two more or even why he starting to voice his thoughts out loud. "I'll keep fightin' but.. I'll do it alone."

He knows they won't understand, Casey wasn't the only kind person he knew after all. It was better if they hated him. He's fine on his own. Always was a loner in the end right? It was what he thought, and he meant it, determined to hold it all back, bury it deep in himself. And yet? Here he is clinging to Casey still. So fucking powerless, completely terrified and weak. So weak. Teeth gritted against each other tightly, grinding over the other. Raphael was so fucking pathetic.

"I'm sorry..." he say to the image of Casey words teembling out from his beak because he never could voice it to thier face.

"I jus' don' know what to do anymore. I'm lost. I don' know. I can' do anythin', not 'ike this." the next words didn't come out if his mouth, pride was preventing him from letting them be spoken. But he knew, he thought them all the time.

not on my own.

He took pride in calling himself a loner, thinking he could handle everything on his own. And yet? When he met Casey? Raphael took to thier side so fucking quick, someone who understood him? Someone who just got him? Hiw did that make sense? Casey broke down the walls. Raph kept up even with his own family. How do explain that? How people you spent your whole life only knowing being so misunderstood by. Only for a complete stranger to just click with you and get you? To have your back no matter what to stand in your corner to get mad with you and see it how you do. He'll casey had a way to talk to Raph that no one else did. He could get through to Raph. Even when his own brothers couldn't.

He finds himself leaveing the photos and looking for their texts next. There, he saw the words. Casey still loved him? Or was that just a drunken mistake? They never tried to recover from the message sent did Casey even knkw he sent it? Did they agonize over thier past memories and wish they did things differently like Raph did? He looked at the message left in the text box, from when Casey sent his.

Raph knew all the answers to all he wondered when it came to Casey. He never believed in this kind of stuff before but that what it was right? Casey was like this missing piece of himself. The reason he over heated was because Casey was the one who could cool him down. Where others tried to exguished his flames Casey took them head on.

Casey was never intimidated by Raph, even when he didn't like them. Didn't matter he was mutant. Raph liked that Casey never gave up on people...even when they hurt him. Casey knkws what matters to him. He worte that text when his mind was clear and sober. Ina. Moment of clarity. Raph just refused to send it because of fear. Yeah he was reckless normally but he never wanted be someone to play with anothers feelings. And feared that what he would be doing. Maybe alcohol in his system drowned out all that other stuff and helped him focus on the truth of the matter. What mattered most what he turly felt even since he stepped away from Casey thar day. Lowering his phone as he let his arms rest over the top of his knees. Clumsy mistake? Or a drunk action taken with the lack of fear in him. Or maybe it was all and excuse because he hit send.

[Text] I miss you.

[obetrolncocktails]

Three Knuckles Deep | Jake Kiszka X Reader 

Warnings: Graphic Sex, unprotected Sex, pet names, dirty talking, Smutty smut smut smut, 18+, Minors DNI.

A/N: Based off of two requests that I got for this sentence starter: "if you take care of everyone, who takes care of you?" Both with Jake. I received one request from the fabulous @teddiie and the other from a nonnie, but we both know damn well who you are...hope you liked the nods to you that I put throughout this and even in the title picture. Also, get ready for a filthy surprise at the end.

Word Count: 3K

Just some good ole morning sex...that will leave you shocked for days, and wanting more.

You weren’t even fully awake yet, but you could tell that your day would start with a headache. Through closed lids, you could feel the immense brightness of the sun shooting through the open blinds. Your head aches with building pressure, so you decide to roll over within your hoard of sheets, covers and blankets.

“You slept like you were on a wild safari expedition. You were the Jeep.” You grin to yourself as Jake paints the picture. You groan into your pillow before finally speaking in a sleepy murmur. “That bad?” 

“Well. Let’s just say that you were the Jeep and I was the road last night. Not to mention you snored so loud I couldn’t think straight.” You assumed Jake was leaning against the door frame or was in the bathroom. You lift your head, opening your eyes slowly. Jake is standing right beside the bed with his hands on his hips. 

“Anything else you need to get off of your chest?” You eyed him with a raised eyebrow. 

“Eh, not really. Your hair makes you look like an emu.” Jake tilts his head left and right, assessing your appearance with a smug grin. 

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean,” you gawk at him, throwing the nearest pillow at him. “Shut up before I bite you.”

“Emus do that too, ya know.” You watch as Jake gasps in an exaggerated gesture. “What if… what if you’re turning–” He cuts himself off, losing himself within a snort of laughter. 

“Are you on drugs this morning?” You ask him, finally sitting up in bed. 

“Nah, just happy to be here with my girl.” He flattens himself out at the end of the bed, propping himself up on his elbow. “What do you wanna do today?”

You knew based on his joyful mood that he would want to get out of the house and do something adventurous, and if you weren’t as comfortable in your relationship, you probably would have lied to him and said you were game, but this morning, all you wanted to do was cuddle with him, be with him, and most importantly, be. in. bed. 

“I don’t know, babe. I don’t really feel that good,” You say, bracing for impact. Watching his face drop would hurt your heart immediately.

“Oh. What’s wrong?” He reaches for you, his hand landing on the covers on top of your feet. 

“Not sure, I think it’s just another headache.” You realize that fully opening your eyes hurts, so you choose to squint. You’re grateful when Jake rises from the bed to close the blinds and drapes, making the room much darker. 

“Thank you.” You smile softly as Jake moves around the bed, joining you and wrapping his arms around you. He had recently showered and you could smell his aftershave. “You always smell so good,” you mumble, turning your body to nestle closer to him. 

“Why do you think I always buy the same thing?” He says, tilting his chin down. “It’s because you comment on it all the time, baby.” You kiss his chest softly where he habitually left his shirt unbuttoned. 

“I love you so much, Jake. Thank you for being so easy.” You feel the rumble in his chest as he chuckles. “There’s nowhere that I need or want to be if you’re not there with me.” He snakes his arms around you, rubbing shapes into the small of your back. 

Despite the headache, which was already beginning to fade thanks to Jake, you really just want him closer. Need him closer. “Jake,” You say. “Come here.” You lift your head and he brings the knuckle of his pointer finger just under your chin. His eyes are soft and loving and you can’t help but feel instantly drawn into him. Your lips lock seamlessly and all at once, your worries, grogginess and pain seems to vanish. The kiss isn’t heavy or desperate. Within his embrace, you feel secure and loved. He takes the lead, planting several pecks along the contour of your cheekbone before moving just shy of your ear, whispering almost inaudibly, “I love you.” You hum as he moves down your neck, planting more exploratory kisses along your skin. “So soft,” He murmurs. You knew where this was heading, but you weren’t complaining one bit. You don’t fight him when he pushes you back down against the pillows, feeling him all over you.

 “You look even more beautiful below me,” he says, making sure that you’re watching him. His eyes are full of mischief; he knows exactly what he is doing, and the pulsing in your core confirms that it is definitely working. Jake had tied half of his hair up to dry, but it still managed to fall in front of his shoulders, hovering just above your face as he leaned over you. 

“You know I’m weak for the ponytail,” you tease, lifting your hand behind his head to tug at his damp hair. 

“I aim to please,” he says with a cocky smile. “You’re such a fucker,” you reply between giggles. You reach up to grasp at his necklaces looping the chains around your fingers.

“And yet, here I am, above you, ready to give you anything and everything.” You know he means it, too. 

“So shut up and fuck me.” You reply simply, challenging him. Wordlessly, his hands fly to your chest, ripping open the one article of clothing that you were wearing: one of Jake’s own button downs. “Looks better on me anyway.” He says between heavy breaths. 

“Shut the fuck up,” you whisper, pulling him into you by the fabric of his shirt. You inhale his scent through the kiss, matching his intensity when you tug at the hem of his shirt to pull it up and over his head, tossing it into the room. He returns to your chest, licking and kissing upon your chest and breasts. Your fingers weave into his hair as he travels down your body. You moan softly as he takes a nipple into his mouth, drawing experimental circles and flicks, gasping when you feel his teeth teasing at your sensitive skin. “Fuck,” you say through gritted teeth. His hands smooth over your sides, landing at the curve of your bare ass as he moves lower and lower. 

He drags himself towards the end of the bed, parting your legs so that he can situate himself in between them. He parts your lips with his thumb and index finger, drawing the flat of his tongue across your skin. You feel yourself flexing your core muscles against his touch. He uses it as motivation to continue, looping his arms around your legs and lowering himself in a more permanent position. This time, his tongue moves in a sweeping pattern, moving slowly at first. He takes his time enjoying the way you taste. You can hear him humming below you and you feel his hot breath as he exhales. You relax against the pillows, closing your eyes. Jake knows how to please you; he is familiar with the things that would excite you, the things that don’t, and how to get you to the very edge of cumming without giving you the satisfaction of actually getting to release. In the moment, it can be very frustrating, but the orgasm was always worth it. Jake works the flat of his tongue against your clit, rubbing in slow circles before moving faster with the very tip of his tongue, flicking back and forth with varying pressure. “Jake, fuck–” you moan, grasping for handfuls of sheets. Jake hums in acknowledgement, returning to the pattern. 

Waking up this morning, you had expected your day to start much differently; Jake was making quick work of changing the outcome of your day. “Just like that,” you moan, your voice sounding much more like a choked whine than you had meant for it to.

 “Feel good, baby girl?” He says, catching his breath. You don’t respond verbally, only nodding your head adamantly, wanting so badly for him to shut up and make you cum right here and now. “Patience,” he responds with a grin. His tongue spirals over and over, switching pace and position, causing your muscles to contract and release almost constantly. You weren’t far from the edge, and you know that he could tell. You both know what is coming next. He directs his attention directly to your clit, sealing his lips around it. He begins to suck and slurp at it, filling the room with obscene noise. It is almost too much to take, and you find yourself tensing your fists so hard that they are beginning to ache. Still buried in your pussy, Jake reaches up to find your hand, freeing it from the sheets and lacing your fingers with his, allowing you to squeeze his hand instead. In a way, you could tell him exactly how he was performing just by how hard you gripped his hand. 

“Oh my God!” You yell, no longer caring about your volume or discretion. “Jake–fuck–just like that!” He sucks harder and harder, letting up just when you are about to cum. You don’t need to tell him, he just knows. Your thighs begin to tremble from the torrent of sensation washing over your body “Jake,” you whine, becoming annoyed when he brings you back down from every single high. You feel him let go of your thigh, but you aren’t prepared when he inserts two fingers inside of you, curling them upward before releasing and repeating the motion. Your body lurches upward, your back arching awkwardly. 

“Holy shit!” You whine, slapping the bed with an open palm. “Jake–don’t stop–please.” Your head begins to pulsate from holding your breath, warning you that the headache is returning. You pay it no mind, at least you earned this one. You expect him to keep teasing you, but to your surprise, you feel his hands grip your ankles, pulling you to the end of the bed. You moan softly as he stops touching you. 

“Remember what I said about being patient? This is what I meant.” You lift yourself on your elbows, watching him undo his belt and drop his pants and boxers to the floor. “Do you want me to finish this the right way?” He asks the question while pumping his cock in his hand, waiting for your answer. “Yes, please,” you whine softly, biting at your bottom lip as you watch him. 

“Nope, you didn’t say it right.” He sighs, continuing to stroke himself. 

“Say what right?” You eye him speculatively, raising an eyebrow to match his challenge. “I know you want to be buried inside of me right now, why are you fucking teasing me, Jake?”

“You’re real cute, Princess. The thing is, you can’t take your eyes off of my cock. You want me to empty myself into you. You want to feel me cum inside of you, you just don’t want to admit it–because if you do, that makes me your…”

You wanted him to stop talking, and fuck you already, but you knew he wouldn’t until you relented. “Just give me what I want and I will make the wait well worth it.” You wanted to argue with him, but your horniness far outweighed your annoyance. “Daddy, please.” The last word flew out of your mouth through gritted teeth. “Please,” You say once more, giving into Jake completely.

Finally, he makes his way back to you, running the tip of his cock through your folds, chuckling. “Just as I thought. Dripping wet,” He runs his fingers through your wetness before inserting them into his mouth. “Just for me.” Finally, he pushes himself into you, earning a gasp from your lips. “Shit,” He mumbles as he exhales. “Always so fucking tight,” He says between soft groans. “I feel you gripping my cock already.” His thrusts are deep and targeted, and you can feel his hips snapping into you each time. Moaning softly, you move your hands to your knees, pulling your legs further apart for Jake. Not fully satisfied, he takes your legs and wraps them around his waist, wrapping arms around your knees. “Much better, baby,” He whispers. You can’t argue; this new angle allows for Jake to make deeper strokes. You busy your hands by moving them up to your breasts, squeezing them as Jake fucks into you. 

“I’ll make you feel good, Princess,” he murmurs, dropping one of your legs to free one of his hands. With his thumb, he begins to rotate circles around your clit. You watch as he leans forward, letting a long string of saliva fall from his lips, connecting with your pussy. “Jake–” You start, but he cuts you off. 

“I know, baby. I know you’re close. Won’t be long now.” Jake uses the flat of his fingertips to clap against your pussy several times before returning to the previous position, except this time pulling one leg onto his shoulder.

 “I’ll get you there, don’t you worry one bit.” With his free hand, he wipes the sweat and stuck-on hair from his face and eyes before resuming his thrusts, this time more forceful and intentional. The lines in his brow are deep, furrowed with concentration. 

“Jake, Please–” you whine, feeling the all-too-familiar sensation swelling within your core. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum–” you groan between labored breaths. Jake takes your announcement as a cue to bring your legs back down, pulling them apart and throwing your hips into his in a savage display. 

“Let me cum with you baby–Deep inside. I want to see it seep out of you. Can you do that?” He groans the words, his chest heaving in and out as he leans over you. His forehead is slick with perspiration, dripping down his cheeks and down his neck. “Yes, Daddy. Cum deep inside me–I’m begging you.” 

You wanted to drain him completely, bending his will to you completely, and you knew that he was just as close as you were to cumming himself. Jake’s expression darkens, his eyes becoming glazed over with pure lust and determination. Your thighs smack against his, each collision becoming closer and closer to one another. You finally give yourself permission to let go when he breaks his stance, leaning over you at an intense angle, grasping wildly for both of your hands. He extends his body forward over yours, reaching his hands over his head with yours. He throws his hips all the way back, his cock almost dropping out of you before driving himself back into you as deeply as possible. An unrestrained yelp escapes from your mouth as Jake throws himself into you for the last time, his body weight pinning you flat against the bed with him lying messily on top of you. Your body trembles through the orgasm, moving and writhing in fits of pleasure. Your head pounds as your body punishes you for not breathing. Sound escapes from your throat, filling the room with choked moans. Jake’s breathing is ragged and shaky, and as he finally cums, low throaty grunts accompany each ejaculant thrust. 

You both lie in contented silence, listening as his breath becomes more regulated with yours. Moments later, he lifts his face from the crook of your neck to simply state. “Not done just yet.” You open your mouth to question him, but his answer is just as immediate by dragging his finger down your lips before pulling himself back down to your pussy. “Sit up against the pillows, baby girl. I want you to watch.” He looks up at you, running his fingertips lazily through your folds. He brings his fingers to his mouth, licking off the wetness. “Mm,” he vocalizes as he swallows, licking his fingers clean. 

“You don’t think I would cum inside of you and not do a good job cleaning up, do you?” The tone of his voice rises at the end, his lips curled in an enthused expression. “Jake,” you attempt, not exactly sure what he was about to do. “Relax, Y/n. And watch. Do what you’re told.” You pull your lips into your mouth, biting down on your skin. How will you get the way that Jake just looked at you out of your brain?

Without a second to waste, Jake dips his fingers into you, curling his fingers up inside before drawing them back out. “Awe, baby. You’re so full of my cum.” He pulls his fingers up in the air and lets you watch his cum run down his hand. As if it couldn’t get any filthier, Jake makes a show of licking all of it off of his hand before returning to your dripping cunt to slurp and lick up every remaining drop of his own release, his tongue rolling and flicking about. ‘Surprise’ wouldn’t even start to serve as the proper word to describe what you’re feeling. The only thing you can do is sit there and watch. When he finally rises from you, he is still smiling, his face flushed with arousal. “If you take care of everyone, who takes care of you, baby? Figured I’d show you how appreciated you are.” He leans over you to place a few final kisses, trailing his way back up your body, landing just below your belly button, above and along your solar plexus before arriving between your breasts. You bring your hands up to his biceps, bringing his attention upward. “Come here,” You whisper. Even though you’re exhausted, you still manage to smirk. “Kiss me, weirdo.” He chuckles, bringing his hands up to fill your face down to his. “Gladly, Princess.”

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[jungkxook]

—backseat serenade. (m)

⟶ pairing: taehyung x reader

⟶ genre: punk!taehyung / band au / brother’s best friend au + smut 

⟶ words: 10,790

⟶ rating: 18+

⟶ summary: falling in love and having weekly sex with kim taehyung is wrong for a number of reasons — and, no, that’s not including the whole other issue that he’s also your brother’s best friend

⟶ warnings: multiple sex scenes, slight exhibitionism if u look hard enough, wall sex, car sex, unprotected sex, all the sex (seriously), fingering, pussy slapping (also if u look hard enough), lots of teasing, doggy style, riding, creampie

⟶ disclaimer: this story is another repost of an old one (although it’s basically been entirely rewritten lol)!  

⟶ this is part of the melodrama tour series!

“We have to hurry. I don’t have a lot of time.”

Taehyung says this with much difficulty, of course, especially when considering you’re currently pressed up against him, his fingers digging crescent-moons into your hips ━ but he knows you’re teasing him now.

You can’t help it, though; he just makes it so easy for you.

He can be so stubborn and impatient at times that poking fun at him brings you quite a bit of joy. Maybe not so much to him, as he often whines and complains that you like to torture him, but, really, how could you not? When you think about what he’s usually like in bed, away from prying eyes, it’s entirely different. So to see that dominance in him fade into nothing short of helpless is simply satisfying ━ even if you know you’ll pay for it at a later time. It doesn’t always happen either but when it does, you bask in it for as long as possible.

Which is why you seem to take the liberty of “torturing” him so sweetly now, just before the boys are about to play a gig at a bar late one night. Taehyung had found you the moment he and the boys had finished soundchecking for the evening, then had you pinned up against the brick wall of the dingy washroom, his hips digging harshly into yours, and his hand now gripping your thigh around his waist. It might have been you who instigated it, hooded eyes and fluttering lashes and shit-eating grins meeting him in secret from across the room as he stood on stage before you with his bass guitar in hand, but Taehyung was the one to put it into action just like he always does, pulling you in there even despite the fact that they were scheduled to play in twenty minutes.

But who could blame you? Taehyung is always so charming, and tonight he was looking extra irresistible. Maybe it was the silky blouse, the first few buttons left open so that the floral tattoo on his chest pokes through, leaving very little to the imagination, or maybe it was the way he had let his hair grow out a little longer than usual, soft dark curls pushed back by a single bandana.

“You’ll be late,” You warn him in between heated kisses as he pecks his way down to the underside of your jaw where he tongues a warm pattern there.

“Just a quickie,” Taehyung promises gruffly. His hips rut against yours again and you feel his straining erection against your inner thigh. Poor thing. “Been dying all day to feel you on my dick.”

You only hum in response, a small amused smirk plastered on your face. He’s sucking a hickey onto your neck when he speaks next.

“Had all these thoughts but I was all alone. It was terrible.”

“What kind of thoughts?” You pry, quirking a brow. Your fingers toy at the top of his belt buckle, pulling him towards you. “Let me guess. Were you thinking about what it feels like to have my mouth on you? All warm and wet.”

He doesn’t move a muscle when he feels your hand trail lower past his belt only to grab at his crotch through the rough material of his jeans. You press your palm against him and he hisses.

“Sucking you off nice and slow, just how you like it?” You probe, teeth tugging at his lower lip when he catches your mouth on his once more. Your voice is low and sultry and invokes something in him that has him tensing. “Or maybe the way it felt when you had me bent over your kitchen counter the other day. You know, you always make me feel so good, Tae━”

He growls against your mouth but the harsh sound dissolves into a strangled whine. “Don’t start something you can’t finish, love.”

“And I always love when you pull at my hair too━” But you continue on as if he hadn’t even spoken, the thrill of the moment coursing through your veins like crackling electricity. “And when you grip my thighs so tightly when your head’s between my legs━”

“Y/N,” he says your name in a strained warning, bordering on a desperate beg if you listen close enough. He gets distracted when you suck delicately on a spot on his jawline and has to take a few deep breaths to calm his nerves. “Please. I’ll do anything. Just let me fuck that pretty mouth of yours.”

“My mouth?” You ask, tantalizingly slowly. “Or me?”

“I’m a simple man, I just wanna cum,” he hums, earning a delighted snort from you. “I’ll take whatever you give me, Y/N, please.”

“Hmm…” You trail off. You press your palm a little harder against him, rubbing your hand across his length. “Think I want you inside me, Tae. Wanna be wrecked by you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Now, this seems to excite him to no end. He fumbles with his belt at once. A devious cackle meets his ears and he knows you’re purposely toying with him. The next few moments unfold in a blur as his eager hands join with your own nimble ones, having his belt undone in a matter of seconds and your skirt hitched up nearly to your waist. With one hand gripping his straining and leaking cock as he pulls himself free from his pants, the other hitches one of your thighs to his waist. He pushes into you at once, the familiar feeling of your wet walls coaxing him in further and further as he sinks against your chest entirely, a beautiful luscious moan falling from his lips and a hiss of glee from yours. And, then, all at once, it’s as if all the pressure that has been building up inside of him tumbles to the forefront to be released.

“Jesus, fuck,” he grunts. He buries his head against your chest, one hand feverishly grasping at your breasts from under your shirt, fortunate you chose to forgo a bra for the night.

“Ooh, Tae━” Your own arms wrap around his neck, holding him tightly to you, but you don’t think he’ll bother going very far when his own weight slumps against you entirely, pressing you against the wall roughly. And even though he’s quick to fuck himself into you, his hips hardly stray far from yours too, causing you to bob violently up and down the wall behind you, the rough brick structure scratching at your flesh paling in comparison to the cool metallic rings on his fingers holding you up and the burn between your legs as his cock stretches you open.

“Nice to know that’s all I am to you━” Your head falls back against the wall as he continues. “Something you can use to get off. Not that I mind.”

“Nah, that’s not all you are to me,” Taehyung sharply inhales, and then shudders. In the heat of the moment, you miss the sentiment in his voice. He lifts his head to yours finally, smothering your lips with his. “But your pretty little cunt sure is nice.”

A maniacal cackle bubbles at your throat as you nip at his lower lip. Before you can respond, outside the washroom Jimin’s voice can be heard calling out aimlessly for Taehyung as the boy most likely wanders by, oblivious to what’s unfolding only a few feet away from him. “Has anyone seen Tae? Taehyung! Get your ass back here or we’re gonna be late━”

Taehyung groans out of frustration and buries his face in the crook of your neck, grumbling angrily, “Fuckin’ hell.”

But despite the Jimin’s close proximity and despite Taehyung’s bitter resentment for it, his hips still continue to rut into yours. You do manage to pull apart from his mouth and giggle when he chases after your lips desperately. “Think that’s your cue, baby.”

“There’s no way you’d be that evil,” he protests like a whining child.

“But Jimin sounds pissed.”

Taehyung finds it hard to focus when your fingers tug at the collar of his shirt, absentmindedly (or so he thinks) running your hands under his shirt and over his chest. He cradles you close to him, following your every move. That, and the way your walls clench around him drives him wild. “Heaven forbid we let down Jimin.”

“Nnng━” You choke back a whimper. “He’ll be mad.”

“As if he wouldn’t already lose his shit if he found me here in such a compromising position with you being that you’re his sister.”

Compromising is certainly one word for it. So, maybe Taehyung had a point, but that never stopped him or you before. In fact, it only seemed to add to your lustful endeavours, as if you both enjoyed seeing how far you could push the boundaries before getting caught ━ or not.

It hadn’t always been like this. For a period of your life, you had somehow forced yourself to believe you had despised Taehyung as much as you claim, as much as you lie. You wondered just how Jimin could ever be friends with, or be as inseparable with, Taehyung as he was. Whereas Jimin is timid and shy, gentle and caring, like a soft breath of cool air on a hot summer’s day that sways the knee-high grass in meadows behind your house, Taehyung is energetic and effervescent, reckless and wild, akin to that of a sudden flash of lightning that breaks apart the calm sky, a clap of thunder that shakes even the very core of sleeping Gaia. Though, somehow, their two vastly different personalities come clashing together in a harmonious perfection and create something that is entirely too rambunctious for you to handle, even as a young child.

But now? Now you’re positive neither you nor Taehyung would stand a chance against Jimin’s wrath if he found out his best friend enjoyed weekly sex of all sorts with you, sometimes even when he’s asleep in the next room over in your shared apartment with him and Taehyung had somehow managed to sneak in during the night.

“You know he’s already suspicious,” You moan as his cock angles upward into you in such a way that makes your body tremble. You jut your hips forward, meeting his halfway. “Now━ Fuck, Tae━ you wanna… You wanna risk getting kicked from the band for not showing up to your set?”

“There’s still ten minutes,” he hisses hotly. “Ten minutes is more than enough time.”

“Then you’ll really be late.”

“It adds to the rockstar brand, doesn’t it?” he asks hastily. “Fuck, baby. You’re so fucking wet and you’re teasing me?”

He’s met with a roll of your eyes, and then a drunken snicker as you retort, “Maybe being fashionably late will be more acceptable when you’re a big celebrity.”

“Did you find him?” Another voice suddenly sounds from outside, this time resembling Hoseok’s. Taehyung wonders how they haven’t heard either of you yet, the lewd wet noises of his cock burrowing into your cunt seeming to grow louder each time. Surely, you would have been caught by now had it not been for the thudding bass of the music playing at the bar.

“No,” Jimin grumbles, closer this time.

A dangerously loud whimper tumbles from your lips and Taehyung hurries to clamp his hand over your mouth. You’re fortunate when he does, clinging to his hand as he pumps himself into you. At the very least, no matter how cocky Taehyung got with you or how many times he teased the thought of getting caught, he would never actually risk facing Jimin’s mighty wrath. Still, he finds a way to have fun with it.

“Uh oh.” Taehyung meets your darkened stare, lids heavy, as his other hand leaves your thigh to stick between your legs, fingers rubbing circles against your clit. You know he does it on purpose, judging by the broadening smirk on his face when the added stimulation makes your hips jerk instinctively beneath him. He’s surprised when you hardly let out a noise, safe for a sudden gasp for air. “Not even one tiny moan? Come on, baby.”

“Fuck it. Wherever he is, he better know we’re on in ten!” Jimin’s voice carries back to the two of you. Then, a little more faintly as he wanders off, you can hear him grumble, “I swear to God, this asshole━”

“Wait, wait━” You rasp suddenly, twisting and turning beneath Taehyung and the boy stops at once. You try not to let your heart swoon at the way his hands are all soft and gentle as they touch you now, sliding his palm off your mouth if only for it to fall to your hips where he rubs at comfortingly.

He tries to ignore the way his cock twitches, shoved so deep within your walls. “What’s wrong?”

You slither from his grasp, unraveling your leg from his waist and delicately pushing him away, trying not to focus on the way your pussy throbs at the sudden missing warmth of his length. Taehyung is suddenly even more concerned, the poor boy gawking at you helplessly, his swollen cock completely forgotten as he fixes himself back into his jeans, his attention solely focused on you and your wellbeing now.

“What happened? Did I hurt you━”

“No,” You promise. “No, I just━” You look sheepish, and he wonders why, up until he sees you fidgeting with your skirt in an attempt to fix it and the mischievous twinkle flashing in your eyes. “I just figured maybe we shouldn’t risk it tonight. I mean, you heard Jiminie.” You pat Taehyung’s chest once, smoothing out the material of his now crumpled shirt. “So, I’ll see you out there.”

Taehyung blinks once. “What the fuck.”

It doesn’t seem to hit him at first; not until he spots your wicked grin as you lean past him to look at your reflection in the mirror, fixing your clothes and hair. You wipe at a smudge of lipstick in the corner of your mouth, and Taehyung gaps.

“Y/N, what the fuck?” he whines. Needy and desperate hands try to grab at you on your way to the door, but he ultimately lets you weave your way out of his reach. “What are you, the antichrist? Don’t be such a tease. I’ve got a problem that you helped start. It’s only fair if you help finish it.”

Admittedly, it is cruel. He looks both shameless and shameful, an exasperated and flustered expression to match the helpless state he’s in. Shirt askew on his shoulders, hair a wild mess, and his painfully obvious boner struggling against his jeans. You almost feel bad, until you realize you shouldn’t be. Because this is all it’s ever been between the two of you ━ sex, and more sex, no feelings attached, but lately something seems off…  Either way, Taehyung will get over it, and he’ll still come crawling back for more which is why you have no qualms when you leave. Just, maybe, not in the way you would like.

The last thing he sees of you before you flee the washroom for him to fend for himself is a seductive smirk and a wink being thrown over your shoulder as you remark innocently, prettily, “You have hands.”

And then you’re gone, leaving him alone in the dingy washroom. He doesn’t come out right away, though it leaves the restless boys that make his band awaiting him to speculate some more.

“He’s gonna totally screw us over if he doesn’t show up in the next two minutes,” Jimin is saying hotly to the boys behind the stage when you rejoin them. The bar is already filling up with partygoers but mostly fans of the band, eagerly anticipating the set.

“Relax, Jimin,” Namjoon says carelessly. “He’s probably getting blown in the washroom or something. Can’t rush a man through these things.”

Jimin rolls his eyes as the others snicker. When the others have distracted themselves by discussing other business, you approach your brother casually, saying as inconspicuous as possible yet reassuringly, “Everything will be fine. I’m sure he’ll be here any second.”

“Wouldn’t be surprised if he throws this all away for a girl,” Jimin shakes his head. “It’s a miracle he ━ or any of the guys, for that matter ━ hasn’t tried anything on you yet.”

You try to laugh, though the sound is more forced and strained than you would like. At least Jimin doesn’t seem to notice. “But he’s your friend. Don’t you trust him?”

“I do trust him,” Jimin replies. “He’s a good guy, he’s just too caught up in all this band life. We’ve both seen it with the guys, especially with Taehyung. They take advantage of this stuff in the early stages.”

“Well, you don’t have to worry,” You promise. “I’m not interested in your friends and never will be ━ especially not Taehyung.”

Fortunately, the dreaded conversation doesn’t last much longer. Taehyung does end up making it to his own set on time, and when he finds you out in the crowd, you’re smirking deviously up at him for a secret that never has to be told aloud to the world and certainly not to Jimin.

You don’t quite remember when you and Taehyung started hooking up behind your brother’s back or what exactly caused it.

If you think back long and hard enough, you’re positive it was the result of some sort of drunken one night stand that elapsed into sober days and conscious decision making, which then turned into weeks, then months, which leaves you to where you are now. Almost a year of sucking your brother’s best friend’s dick and you’ve somehow, miraculously, never been caught. But aside from occasionally sleeping with one another, there was nothing more to be exposed to Jimin in terms of romance. Because, as far as he was aware, you and Taehyung were still embroiled in your childhood rivalry with one another that was less violent now than when you were younger and more civil, aside from the offhanded jabs and retorts shot at one another. And, as far as Taehyung and you were aware, the charade and the hook-ups all resulted in a peculiar sort of friendship between the two of you that was certainly as far as either of you would take things. Supposedly.

But between sexual teasing and taunts, you sometimes wonder if the lines have begun to blur, and if you’ve gotten too comfortable with Taehyung asking to sleep in your bed. Which is why, maybe, you overcompensate by “torturing” him on the days that he really needs you, like the night before in the grimy washroom of the bar. He hadn’t joined the real world or the band until the very last second they were meant to go on stage, looking all the more discomposed and flushed in the face when he rushed out, though at least he had somehow managed to tame his raging boner.

Now you were certain the universe was toying with you, bittersweet payback coming to nip you in the ass.

You hadn’t been so bothered the night before, leaving with the boys when their set was done and returning to your home with Jimin, not a word being uttered between you and Taehyung, even up until the very next day where you find yourself now. Crammed in a local studio run by some friend Yoongi had known from college, you were quite used to watching the band brainstorm new lyrics and record songs in real time, all from the sofa shoved up against one wall of the small space. You had been there every step of the way ━ their first rehearsal as a formed band, the day they discovered the group’s name in almost a dreamlike epiphany, the release of their very first full-length album produced and recorded all by them and promoted all by them, their very first gig with a decent following and the jittery anxiety they had all been troubled by, and every gig following it in which their nerves subsided and their effervescent charm and credence began to finally show through. But they had never been as disconcerted as they had now ━ which, really, you don’t blame them.

“Bro, this is stressing me out.” This aggravated groan sounds from Jungkook, the band’s lead guitarist.

He’s currently splayed out on the ground of the sofa you’re seated on, head thrown back against the cushions. Every other boy in the studio bare a similar wearied look ━ even Jimin, as their usual spritely lead singer.

You suppose that’s just the inevitable stress bound to occur when a scout from the infamous Columbia Records had somehow found the band either in person at one of their gigs or online and taken an interest in them and were interested in signing them. After weeks of back and forth discussion, Jin had been fortunate enough to land a meeting with the label in New York City, looking promising enough to excite even the stoic Yoongi. And after a month of planning, their meeting was set to take place finally only a week from that day. The issue seemed to arise when the label claimed they wanted the band to bring a set of new songs to the table to discuss at the last possible moment, sending the boys into a chaotic frenzy as they had only just released their first album a few months back. You had come to help the boys, though they were lucky enough to have found a handful of pre-written songs from their repertoire that still, unfortunately, needed fine tuning, vocals, and melodies. After working meticulously all morning, they were only just now deciding to split for a much needed lunch break.

“Same here,” Jimin says glumly, rubbing at his tired eyes. “Can’t wait to get out of here. I feel like I’m going insane.”

As the boys begin to shift and move, Jin gets to his feet and clasps his hands onto Jimin’s shoulders, giving him a reassuring nudge. “Just think about it: international success and Grammys await.”

“If we don’t fall apart before then,” Namjoon stifles a yawn as he stretches out his arms. He tosses a glance at you and Taehyung. “You guys coming?”

“Yeah,” You say, though you hardly move from your seat. “I’ll be there.”

“I’ll catch up with you guys in a minute,” Taehyung nods. He’s sat across from you on the couch, journal propped on one knee as he scrawls away in it, a jarble of chord progressions and lyrics. “Just gonna finish cleaning up in here.”

It seems convincing enough to Namjoon and the rest of the boys, even Jimin who is already out the door, not in the least bit suspicious of you or Taehyung. Honestly, you’re sure not even Taehyung is suspicious of your unmoving presence beside him until the boys leave and suddenly the room falls silent.

“You’re stressed,” You point out in a gentle musing. Which is true. You don’t usually see Taehyung riddled with anxieties, typically keeping to himself and maintaining some sort of effortless and mysterious coolness around the others.

The boy quirks a brow as he lifts his gaze to look up at you, tossing the journal onto the ground. Whether or not he seems to catch the underlying suggestive and sultry tone in your voice, you’re not quite sure but could you really blame yourself? It was difficult having to watch Taehyung all morning in his element, gazing at him whenever he was in the recording booth, headphones dangling from his neck and bass guitar in his lap as his expert fingers thrummed away at the strings. He always looks most attractive to you when he’s so utterly consumed by his work and his art, whether it be on stage in front of hundreds of people or in a more intimate setting at recordings or practices.

“What happened to you not wanting to disappoint Jimin by getting caught or whatever it was?” he asks, waving his hand dismissively. “Staying back with me is definitely gonna catch his attention.”

“Maybe,” You shrug. You catch his hand as he brings it back down, raising it to your lips to kiss at the tips of his fingers slowly, one-by-one, never once breaking eye contact with him. “I was just thinking you could use some help. And an apology for yesterday.”

Despite the way Taehyung’s dark gaze scrutinizes you in a taunting manner, he still watches as you take his hand and place it between your thighs, over your core. At least today you chose to wear leggings, the smooth material allowing for very little obstacles standing in his way as you press his fingers against you. A wolfish smirk tugs at his lips. “You think your pussy’s gonna help me?”

“Yes, actually, I do,” You say, matter-of-fact. “And I don’t think it will; I know. If I remember correctly, you were begging to use me as a stress-reliever before your set yesterday.”

Taehyung clucks his tongue. “Sounds a lot to me like you just want my fingers in you. Not so nice now being the needy one, huh?”

“I want you to do a lot of things to me, Tae.”

“Careful, baby. You’re playing a dangerous game,” Taehyung says. Still, he entertains the idea. Pressing his thumb harder against you, he rubs leisurely at the sensitive part of your clit over your clothes and the sudden feeling makes you pur with glee. “Besides, why should I be so nice and help you after what you did to me?”

You roll your eyes. “You’re still on about that? You’re a grown man, you can pleasure yourself.”

“How mean.” He feigns a look of mock hurt. “It doesn’t feel as nice when it isn’t you.”

“Taehyung,” You scold his name in a warning, but it mostly comes out as a contented sigh. You know you’ve already won him over, though the impatient tug you give on his arm as you clutch at his wrist of the hand still between your legs is a wordless reminder. Your fingers flutter up to his face, pulling him down for a kiss which he gladly obliges to. “Think they’ll walk in?”

“Nah.” His voice is a throaty murmur. “We’ve got some time. The boys’ seem worried enough as is; think they’re already halfway to that pho place around the corner they wanted to try, and they’re probably not gonna wanna come back here for at least another hour. Plus, I think we’ve given the producers a raging headache with all our requests so they definitely won’t want to be back in here for a while.”

You snicker at the thought, humming into his mouth as you pull him down with you onto the sofa, bending your knee so as to let him slide into place between your legs more comfortably. He pulls his hand away from you only long enough to lick at his digits before slipping his hand past the waistband of your leggings this time. Nudging aside your underwear, he swipes his fingers at your clit, marveling at your stickiness.

Your breath hitches in your throat. “What do we say when they ask where we went?”  

“Doesn’t matter,” he grunts into your mouth. “Fuck, tell them we were busy fucking for all I care.”

You swat at his chest playfully but lose your spirit when he presses his thumb against your clit, causing your hips to rut forward in a silent plea. Taehyung’s right, you think. Your excuse for the boys can be worried about later. Now, Taehyung slides a finger into you, then another, stretching you open experimentally, causing you to croon.

Face warm and head spinning, a sudden thought pops into your head that seems much more intimate than his fingers in you. “So━” You bite your lip to stop a moan. The question that forms on your tongue is timid despite the lewd things that threaten to run through your mind at his every touch, “S-So, what happens when you’re a big and famous rockstar, touring the world now?”

“I’ll take you with me.” Taehyung tongues a pattern down to the underside of your jaw, sending shivers down your spine. He curls his fingers upward, sinking further into you until he’s reached his knuckles, enjoying the way your hips twitch beneath him. “Fuck you in every city we go to, in every fancy, over-the-top hotel we stay in. New York, L.A., Paris, London, Rome…”

“Romantic,” You snort, although maybe it kind of is if you think about it long enough. He slides a third finger into you then, fucking his digits in and out of you at a gradual pace that has your core aching. You’re all warm and wet around him that it goes straight to his dick, the thought of him tearing you apart as he plunges his cock into you making him grow antsy. It does the same to you. “Nnngh, Taehyung━ We’ll see about that when you meet pretty girls thousands of miles away who can offer you so much more than me.”

“Hmm… Dunno about that,” he hums. “There’s only gonna be you.”

You wonder if he knows what he’s doing, the way his words make your heart stutter in your chest. But then you start to wonder why you’re even feeling such things for him. Pretty words promising you that you meant more to him than sex meant little to you in comparison when he never acted upon it ━ but could you blame him? Even you were apprehensive of ruining what you already had with him, his friendship with Jimin if you told him how you were feeling lately, and the integrity of the band.

Your legs tremble as your orgasm approaches. Taehyung busies himself by nipping and sucking at your neck and all you can do is puff and pant, the lewd wet noises of his fingers penetrating you filling your ears. “Taehyung━ God, I wanna feel your dick so badly.”

“Yeah?” he growls. “Gonna let me fuck you finally? You’re so wet right now, could slip right in. Fuck, look at what you do to yourself by being so mean to me.”

He twists his finger up into you in such a way that has you grinding against his knuckles. “Please, Tae━”

“Got you stretched so wide too,” Taehyung hums pensively. “Your pussy always takes me so well too, doesn’t it?”

“Hmm, Taehyung!”

“Look at you,” he hisses, quickening his pace. Your back arches until your chest is pressed flush against his, walls quivering around his fingers. You reach out desperately for his face, smoothing your lips over his but you fail to really make any sort of connection. Instead, your jaw unhinges in a breathless moan against his mouth as he rests his forehead against yours. “Wanna come around my fingers so badly, don’t you? So close too.”

“Fuck, fuck, I’m━” Your hands ball into fists around the collar of his shirt. Your eyes threaten to roll back as you get closer and closer, your aching pussy so close to feeling its much needed relief when━ “What the fuck, Taehyung?”

He pulls his hand from your core before you can cum, leaving you a sweating and panting mess. The sudden loss of contact leaves you dumbfounded, gawking at the boy who’s suddenly grinning in a similar ungodly manner to your selfish response to him the day before. Payback has never tasted so sweet before to him, and so bitter to you.

“You did that on purpose,” You whine, jutting your hips forward desperately to meet his hand again. Instead, he gives your leaking and sensitive pussy one slap, the pleasant jolt shooting up your spine making you moan. “You’re so mean. I thought you were over it.”

“Well, now I am.” He pulls his hand out from between your legs and licks at his fingers. “Have you had your fun?”

It takes you a moment to respond as you gather yourself. He finds your sulking a little hilarious, and maybe also feels a little bad. “For now.”

“That’s a good girl.” He leans down to kiss your mouth hungrily, enjoying when you suck eagerly at his lower lip. “Because I’ve had my fun.”

You open your mouth to say something more but are stopped shortly when, somewhere outside the recording room, you can hear the sound of footsteps rapidly approaching, followed by the sound of the doorknob turning and Jimin’s curious voice, “Tae?”

You and Taehyung have stumbled off of one another within seconds, listening to the way Taehyung curses under his breath as he flings himself off the couch and a few feet away as you sit upright on the sofa. You have to only pray and hope that you both don’t look too obvious, though you think it’s too late for that. Either way, you cross one thigh over the other, biting down harshly on your tongue as Jimin stumbles into the room. As his gaze sweeps fleetingly across the room, he hardly takes note of both you and Taehyung.

“There you two are,” he says. “Was wondering where you went off to. And━” His stare flutters over to Taehyung for a moment and you hold your breath, fearing he may know a little too much, when━ “There’s my wallet! I knew I forgot it here.”

He crosses the room swiftly and plucks his abandoned wallet from the desk, holding it up to show the two of you. You smile nervously and Taehyung takes it upon himself to answer, clearing his throat in the process. “We were just gonna catch up with you, actually. Y/N was just helping me finish up here.”

You’re fortunate that Jimin’s probable sudden panic of trying to find his wallet and the relief of realizing he hadn’t lost it to the ether is what distracts him. He seems hardly intrigued by your lack of presence or yours and Taehyung’s odd companionship without the other boys. Whatever the case, you both manage to make it out of the recording studio unscathed and Taehyung does a well enough job at deflecting from any further suspicions by talking as normally as he usually would with Jimin on your walk over to the restaurant the rest of the boys are at.

Well, as unscathed as you can be, the tragedy of your lost orgasm still haunting you even as you sit across from Taehyung at the table.

“Now you’ll really be late.”

You say this as a heedful warning, though you’re fortunate when you find that you’re both distracted this time.

You know you have Taehyung under your spell that morning when he catches you purposely wandering his apartment in nothing but a pair of your panties. It’s not as if it’s uncommon to see you naked in his kitchen, making breakfast. That morning, when you walk into the bedroom holding a cup of tea, Taehyung almost chokes at the sight of your bare chest. It’s early the day of the band’s flight to New York City for their meeting with Columbia Records, and though Taehyung has roughly an hour before he has to leave the apartment, you’re worried he might just miss the flight altogether when he pulls you onto his bed again after a night of fucking.

“Don’t care. Come here.” His large hands are on you in an instant, roaming your body as he kisses the underside of your jaw and pins you beneath him. You let him get carried away, let him leave a trail of sloppy kisses from your lips down to your collarbones and in between your breasts.

“What are you gonna tell the boys when they’re on a flight to New York and you’re still in your apartment?” You rasp, fingers threading in his hair.

“Was busy spending the last twenty-four hours making hot, passionate love to you.”

The wry grin on his face makes it come across as a joke and makes your heart skip a beat. Admittedly, that was partly the truth. He had invited you over the day before and you had spent the better part of it in his bed in every position imaginable. Have to make up for the three days we won’t see each other, he had said after your first round, head between your legs and mouth on your cunt.

You snicker now but the sound falls short when a moan replaces it. “Don’t think you can call it passionate love making when you gave up halfway and made me ride you like you always do.”

He gasps and bites down teasingly on your skin but not with enough pressure to hurt. “Was that a jab at my manhood?”

“Of course not.”

“Besides, I like it best when you’re in charge.”

You roll your eyes but pull him up to your face so that you can kiss him again. It’s an odd shift in atmosphere when you find him kissing you in a chaste manner, despite having marked you red all over and legs still shaking from how many times he’s made you come in the last twenty-four hours. But it wasn’t all sex for once. Falling asleep in his arms left you still dreaming even when you were long awake.

“Gonna miss you,” he whispers once he parts from you. He rubs soft circles against your hips, nuzzling his nose against your cheek.

“It’s only for three days,” You say.

“I know,” he sighs. “I just━ God, I’ve gotten so used to you being here. I’m just sick of sleeping alone all the time. Shit, I don’t think I’m making any sense anymore. All I know is you’re driving me crazy.”

“Taehyung…”

“Am I wrong to feel that way?” He lifts his head now to look at you, ardent sincerity glazing over his eyes as he gazes at you.

You’re too caught up in the moment, the lustful afterglow of sex and whatever else is starting to emerge however blurry it may be now, to not notice right away the sound of knocking on the front door. Instead, you reach out to push his hair out of his eyes. You think you know what he means; you just want to hear him say it aloud. Your question is a gentle probe. “What are you trying to say?”

“I━”

But Taehyung’s voice is cut short by the sound of Jin’s shouting from the front door. “Taehyung, you in here?”

Wide eyes meet with yours in the sudden alarming panic of Jin’s arrival. Taehyung grumbles mostly to himself, “God dammit, what’s he doing here?”

You can hear the band’s manager talking aloud, quite possibly to another one of the boys that he’s dragged with him, and you and Taehyung scramble to react. Taehyung only has enough time to clamber out of his bed and pull on a pair of discarded sweatpants from the floor as you pull on one of his sweaters and grab the bedsheet to cling to your chest if only so it can hide the rest of your bare legs.

“Are you alive?” Jin’s asking, closer this time.

“We had to come check on you━” You don’t register the second voice until it’s too late.

Because there, standing at the threshold of Taehyung’s door to his room, is not just Jin but your brother. Jimin’s familiar pop of bright blue hair and nonchalant smile are much too hard to forget. But, upon stumbling across Taehyung’s room, they each come to a stuttering halt. It doesn’t take long for the realization to dawn on them ━ and how could they not piece together the puzzles painting such a painfully obvious picture? The dishevelled bed, the clothes that litter his floor, your clothes that litter his floor, Taehyung’s shirtless and sloppy attire, your own half-hearted attempt at dressing yourself and the marks that riddle your body that you were banking on fading completely by the time you were reunited with Jimin after their return from their meeting.

“Uh…” Taehyung trails off awkwardly. “What are you guys doing here?”

“Oh shit,” Jin curses under his breath. Despite having no idea whatsoever about you or Taehyung (though maybe having a better inkling than the rest of the boys), he turns hastily towards Jimin. “Maybe now’s not a good time.”

But Jimin hardly budges. Instead, he looks enlivened, jaw setting harshly in place as his brows furrow into a scowl. “Jin knows I have a spare key to your place after that one time you locked yourself out and he wanted to make sure we all met up before getting to the airport. You weren’t answering our calls, thought you were dead. Guess now I know it’s because you were too busy fucking my sister.”

“Jimin,” You hiss sharply.

Taehyung shakes his head wildly. “It’s not like that.”

“Really?” Jimin retorts. “‘Cause it sure seems like it is.”

Taehyung grimaces. “Okay, yes, but not in the way you think. It’s not some meaningless fuck. I care about her.”

But that only seems to be the wrong answer. Would there ever be a right one? Taming Jimin’s stubborn anger and protectiveness over you was hard enough on any other day. Now that he knows you’ve slept with Taehyung, Taehyung felt as if he were a lost cause.

“How long has this been happening?” Jimin asks, tight-lipped.

You can’t bring yourself to answer, neither can Taehyung, and that seems to be enough to answer his worries. Maybe if you had acted faster, said it was only a one night stand, he wouldn’t have been able to read your mind so easily. Yet your silence was enough to make you guilty.

“Shit,” Jimin runs a hand through his hair. When he speaks next, he’s looking only at you. “Do you love him?”

“I━” You open your mouth, as if to explain yourself. This time, the answer came much easier. You know what you want to say, but voicing the truth out loud in front of your brother and Taehyung, who might not feel the same way, makes you clamp your mouth shut. Whatever your answer anyway should be for Taehyung only. Instead, you frown up at your brother. “I don’t get why you’re so upset anyway. Who cares if we’re in love? Who cares what we are? It’s not like you can control me. I can make these sorts of decisions myself, Jimin. This is ridiculous.”

“No. I get that,” Jimin says firmly. “But you’re my sister, and your wellbeing comes first to me. So, Tae━” Now, your brother turns to look at Taehyung. You’ve never seen him so furious before, disappointed even, and certainly not when it comes to Taehyung. “If you care about her so much, when were you gonna let her know?”

This seems to catch your attention, sending a curious gaze between Jimin and Taehyung. “Let me know what?”

“That he’s been screwing some other chick he met at the bar a while ago,” Jimin says. “Walked in on them once by accident and, after the fact, he said some similar bullshit about how it wasn’t meaningless or whatever.”

You blink.

The blow to your chest, and subsequently your heart, makes you teeter on your frail legs. Because if what Jimin was saying was true, then were all the sweet sentiments Taehyung whispered to you even yours to begin with? Did he care about you as much as you cared about him? But, the worst part of it all, is how utterly foolish you feel. Because when Taehyung doesn’t immediately answer, your question about whether or not Jimin was telling the truth was confirmed; and you had let yourself almost willingly fall for Taehyung despite all the warning signs. Despite the fact that you had both initiated your relationship on the basis that nothing would ever blossom from it.

“Is that true?” You ask Taehyung.

The boy hesitates. He meets your stare solemnly, flinching when he notes just how hurt you seem. “Partly.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You demand. But before he can respond, you scoff under your breath as you begin to gather your belongings. “Oh my god. I’m so stupid━”

Taehyung starts. “Wait, Y/N━”

“Just leave her alone━” Jimin interrupts.

“Hey. Hey!” Jin snaps abruptly, the firm tone in his voice catching the boys’ attention. “We gotta go. Now. Taehyung, get yourself decent; Jimin, in the living room. We leave for the airport in five minutes.”

You decide you no longer want to wait for an answer. Your own embarrassment is far too much to handle for the moment being, and you favour the idea of fleeing from Taehyung’s sorrowful gaze, Jimin’s heated one, and Jin’s scrutinizing scowl.

You’re long gone before Taehyung can even think to stop you.

The three days in which the boys find themselves in New York City for their meeting with Columbia Records is the longest three days of your life.

Taehyung never bothers to call or text you ━ and the looming swell of concern of awaiting to hear his voice or your brother’s or any answer of how the meeting has gone fades in comparison. Because every sweet nothing he ever said to you suddenly means nothing, and you don’t know where that leaves you.

Just when you think you can take the torture no longer, the band returns. Jimin comes bounding into your shared apartment the moment his flight lands and the taxi has brought him home, greeting you with the wonderful news that the band’s been signed, and a celebration is in store consisting of their closest friends and family members. While you initially bask in Jimin’s excitement, mirroring your own, it quickly fades as you fear you’ve lost Taehyung for good.

“You’ll come to the party, won’t you?” Jimin asks hopefully at some point. “The boys will want you there.”

You shift warily in your seat on the sofa across from your brother who stands in the midst of the room after having animatedly relaying the story of the past three days to you. You shrug now, and when Jimin shoots you a quizzical look, you decide to approach the topic cautiously, dancing over your words slowly. “I dunno, Jimin. If he’s gonna be there… I don’t know if I can face him right now.”

Jimin comes to an immediate halt. His face falls and he sinks onto the seat beside you. “Y/N… Look, I was wrong, and I’m sorry. While we were away, Taehyung and I talked and he’s gutted about what happened. But that’s all I can say. I think you should talk to each other. No, I want you to talk to each other. I know now that you’re meant for one another.”

“Are you only telling me this because you’re being your best friend’s wingman, or because you’re being my brother?” You ask, a weak lighthearted attempt at a joke.

“Both,” Jimin says warmly. “Because I care about you both, and I don’t want to have to live with the regret of being the reason two people perfect for each other aren’t together.”

And when your brother says it with such earnestness, you have no choice but to believe him.

So, despite feeling like a fool for potentially crossing paths with Taehyung again, you muster the nerve and motivation to go, and arrive at the party with Jimin later that night. The impromptu last minute party itself is held at Namjoon’s home, filled to the brim with mostly familiar faces and a few unrecognizable ones that must be acquaintances of the boys you’ve never met before. You make your rounds and congratulate the boys one-by-one, being enveloped into a tight hug with each one, safe for Taehyung whom you don’t see at first.

You’re fortunate when mutual friends of yours and Jimin’s arrive, spending the majority of the night with them as your brother wanders off to get wasted. At some point, as the night drawls on, you catch sight of Taehyung and the presence of him is enough to dampen your mood entirely. You decide you’re no longer in the mood for a party, and make haste for the door, stumbling out onto the lawn. You only make it so far, coming to stop at the foot of the curb to breathe in the cool night air around you, before you notice Taehyung hurrying out after you, calling your name.

Almost as soon as he’s able to catch his breath and you lock gazes with the boy, he asks aloud, “Where are you going?”

You hadn’t expected him to follow you, nor the terrible nearly tangible awkwardness that hangs heavy in the air. Still, the concern in his voice and the corners of his eyes softening at the sight of you makes you want nothing more than to forget all the heartache. “Home.”

“Let me drive you?” he asks delicately.

You hesitate before responding. You know the simple offer of a drive is more than that. It’s an invitation to talk to him, sort things out. And you, of course, can’t possibly deny him. As soon as you’ve followed him to his car and he starts driving, everything goes silent. It’s almost unbearable as you shift uncomfortably in your seat and gaze out the window, hoping the long car ride will pass by rather quickly. You thwart his attempts at starting any conversation by turning the radio up and letting the music ━ a mix from Taehyung’s phone filled with pop-punk and indie classics ━ fill the emptiness but it doesn’t work with distracting you. He takes a detour from the path to your apartment, driving instead to a nearby lookout point of a hiking trail, now abandoned and desolate this late at night.

It’s quiet even long after he shifts the car into park, leaving only the sound of the stereo to fill the void. Then, at long last━

“You didn’t call,” You say.

Taehyung swallows thickly. “I know.”

“That’s all I wanted. An explanation.”

“I know,” Taehyung shifts in his seat to look at you. “I’m sorry. I messed up.”

“I know I have no right to feel like you’re mine when the reason we started seeing each other was casual, but everything you’ve been saying to me lately━” You rasp, “that I’m the only one for you and that you were gonna miss me because you were tired of being alone ━ did all of it mean nothing?”

The boy’s stare hardens. “No. I was never lying when I was with you. Everything I said, I meant.”

“Then why didn’t you call?”

“Because I was scared I had lost you,” Taehyung grovels all at once, silencing you. “Because things were starting to finally change between us ━ where it wasn’t just sex all the fucking time, but something genuine ━ and I didn’t want to face the reality that it could all be gone, just like that.”

“Well, what did Jimin mean, about that other girl? Was he telling the truth?”

“Yes.”

“Did you fuck her?”

“Yes.”

“And did you fuck her while you were still saying there was only me in your life and pretending you meant it?”

“I was never pretending,” Taehyung protests exasperatedly. “We had a fling, but that was months ago, when you and I first started whatever the hell this is. But Jimin was wrong. I never told him she was the one, or whatever. I said I didn’t want it to be meaningless anymore. That I want something more. I thought I had found it with that girl; but it was really with you.”

“Taehyung…” You whisper his name now, a delicate utterance.

“You can’t tell me I’m the only one feeling this way about us,” Taehyung beckons desperately. “I know you’ve been feeling it too.”

You purse your lips; then, you let out a small exhalation of air. “Tae… I think I’ve been in love with you ever since we were little kids.”

Now, Taehyung’s stare softens. He reaches out to grab at your face, gingerly pulling you into him, thumb caressing your cheek.

“I want you,” he promises. “God, I want you so bad. Do you really think I’d risk getting kicked from the band for anyone else but you? Or let anyone else tease me so bad but you?”

You can’t help but snicker. You shake your head at him as he pulls you into a kiss. He grins against your mouth and, this time when he kisses you, it’s hot and needy, a whole three day’s worth of pent up emotions and desires pouring into your every touch. Your hands fumble to undo your seatbelt and then you’re climbing over onto his lap and he’s welcoming you with open arms, the skirt of your dress hitching up higher on your thighs. Your knee, or maybe it was your foot or elbow, accidentally hits the horn of the steering wheel and startles the two of you, earning a squeak from you, before you both erupt into laughter. Taehyung reaches down to push the seat back a few inches to give you more space in the cramped driver’s seat and then he pauses to look up at you with mesmerized eyes. He kisses you again and again, as your hands come up to grasp at the sides of his neck.

“Had enough of the bullshit, have you?” he asks humorously. “Gonna take matters into your own hands?”

“I’m tired of all this teasing and chasing,” You pout. You’ve already begun grinding your hips against his, enjoying the way his face pinches in pure delight. He burrows his face into your chest, breasts soft against his head. A soft moan bubbles at your lips as you plant your own hands onto his chest. “I think so are you. We’ve both got a taste of it, haven’t we? We need to make up for lost time.”

“Fair enough,” he rasps. “What do you want from me, baby?”

“You, all of you,” You murmur. “Want your dick in me.”

“Gonna let me finish this time?” he tuts.

Your amused giggle meets his ears and he wonders how you can be both cute and sexy at the same time. “Mmm, I wanna be filled with your cum.”

“Oh, fuck,” Taehyung grunts. “Okay, okay. Here━”

Somehow, he’s able to gesture to the backseat and you and him clamber your way there until you’re finally both situated once more with you straddling his lap. There’s a mutual understanding that there’s no point, nor time, for foreplay but it’s not as if either of you mind. Taehyung’s surely had enough and so have you because while teasing him may be fun for a while, it certainly can feel like torture trying to stay away from him in the meantime. You help him fumble with the belt of his jeans so that he can unbuckle them and watch as he grasps at himself, pulling his cock free. Immediately, you’re lifting your hips to pull the skirt of your dress up higher and his hands help aid you clumsily, palms gliding up the smooth expanse of your thighs.

Then, fumbling to push you on your knees before him, with one hand on the small of your back, he pulls you towards him and gazes down between the two of you as he hooks a thumb over the material of your panties to push it to the side and teases the tip of himself over your slick folds. Your hands flail outward, palms pressing against the windowpane as he somehow situates himself behind you in the cramped space on his knees. He grunts from behind you at the feeling and then slowly and carefully guides you down onto him. It takes a moment to adjust but as you sink fully down until he’s balls deep, his cock coaxed easily by your leaking wetness, the both of you come to a halt, sputtering for air.

“Wait, wait,” he gasps. “Oh, fuck━ Stay put for a sec.”

“Why?” You ask, jutting your hips backwards teasingly. “Gonna cum already?”

“You’re such a fucking tease,” he mutters. He thrusts up into you without warning as payback, causing you to gasp out loud and flail forward. “No, you brat. I just want to enjoy it a little bit longer.”

He’s right. It does feel nice to finally feel some sort of friction after three days of nothing. To him, you just feel so nice and warm and snug and, to you, he fills you up so perfectly. So you stay put for a little bit, adjusting to the feeling as you kiss each other slow and steadily. His dick twitches inside you, warm and wet and so fucking hard. He’s just so big, your head is spinning. It’s almost as if you feel him in the pit of your stomach, legs trembling at the feeling. He yanks impatiently at the top of your dress, pulling it down so that the material pools at your waist now, reveling in the way your bare breasts spring free. At once, his hands are reaching around your front to palm at your breasts, grasping at your hips and navel.

“Wanna wreck you so bad,” Taehyung growls roughly against the shell of your ear as he presses his chest against your back. “Gonna fill you up so good, make your pussy all mine. How does that sound?”

“Want it so bad,” You whine, one arm hooking behind you so that your fingers can scratch at his hair. “F-fuck, Taehyung━”

When he tugs lightly at your hips, you take that as his gesture for you to move and start grinding your hips against his.

“Been waiting so long,” he hisses. “Feels good, doesn’t it? Don’t know why you always gotta tease me.”

“Taehyung,” You choke out. “Oh, f-fuck━”

“That’s it, baby girl. Doing so well,” Taehyung grunts as your walls quiver around him. He starts grinding into you, rough snaps of his hips sending you jolting forward each time. “Gonna take my dick like a good girl?”

“Y-Yes━ God, want it so bad,” You cry out. “Give it to me harder, please, Taehyung━”

He gladly obliges, quickening his pace until he’s slamming his hips into yours in thrusts that tremble you to the core. Tears begin to prick at your eyes at the glorious sensation, your cunt throbbing with each thrust. You’re so wet, he almost slips from your walls each time he rolls his hips into yours.

“Fuck━ Want you to ride me,” he rasps at some point. “Show me how your pussy belongs to me. Can you do that for me?”

You nod blindly. You try not to whine at the sudden loss of contact when he pulls out of you, the tip of his cock glistening with both of your leaking cum mingling together, the sticky strands pulling apart midair as he fumbles. Soon, he has you straddling his lap, sinking onto his dick once more. You grip his shoulders this time, bouncing on him as he buries his face in your chest.

A sudden thought has him groaning aloud. “Your brother’s gonna fucking hate me.”

“I thought he said you talked things over,” You gasp. “That everything’s okay.”

“I don’t mean that,” Taehyung’s head rolls back, eyes squeezing shut. “He’s gonna murder me if he ever catches us like this.”

“Think he knows it happens by now,” You giggle. You moan when you drop your hips on him completely, swiveling around his dick.

“Still don’t think that means he wants to see us making love on the couch in your apartment. Not gonna be able to keep my hands off of you,” Taehyung points out. Then, adding hastily, “Fuck it. Can we not talk about your brother? It’s killing the mood.”

Another delightful chuckle bubbles from your lips though it’s quick to dissolve into a splintered cry as his dick angles upwards into you.

Your back arches until your chest is pressed against his. It’s almost embarrassing how fast the two of you become complete shambles, a sticky mess forming between your legs. It comes to that point where you don’t care about being careful and where you decide to adopt such a reckless pace, fucking yourself on him, your breasts bouncing wildly before him. Taehyung moans and eagerly latches his mouth on one of your breasts, sucking hard.

“Taehyung,” You whine. “I’m not gonna last.”

He hums against you, pulling you closer to his mouth and chest and wrapping you in his heat, as if to urge you on. Your mewls and whimpers ring in Taehyung’s ears as beautiful sounding as the music that plays in the background. You begin to give out, your tiredness mingling with the intensity of pleasure, and you collapse against Taehyung’s chest, huffing for air. He quickly replaces your efforts, grabbing your hips tightly and plummeting his upwards into yours so hard that you feel each thrust shake you to the core. You know you’ll have bruises in the morning but you don’t mind. You’re leaning entirely against Taehyung now, your arms wrapping around his neck, as cries of his name and choked whimpers continue to tear from your throat and mouth.

“F-Fuck!” You cry. “Taehyung, faster━ oh my god, please━”

Your pleas drown out when one long moan escapes you. You can feel the muscles in your core tighten and loosen in a constant battle that has your head swimming in a good way, your heart pounding in your chest. Taehyung grits his teeth, focusing on bringing you to your high, and, before you are able to even comprehend what’s happening, you’re toppling over the edge. You’re still on top of Taehyung, whimpering profusely and crying his name in a beautiful mantra as your high shakes you from head to toe.

“Fuck, that’s it, baby,” Taehyung hisses. “Cum for me. Cream all over my dick. You love it, don’t you? Love having me fill you up like this?”

“Yes, oh my god, Tae, yes━ faster, please━”

Taehyung obliges, sweat forming on his forehead. He feels you squeeze around him so tight that he fumbles for a second, sputtering for air. Then, he feels your cum pulsate out of you, leaking down his length. You’re instantly floating up high with the stars, relishing in your high and the way Taehyung rides it out as he also fights for his own sweet release. As your hips come to a stutter, he grips at your waist and pummels his dick up into your aching pussy.

His tongue continues to lav lazily at your jawline and, by the time he reaches his own high, you are beginning to cringe from the sensitivity. Yet, you hold on, pushing away the slight sting as you help coax him to his high, squeezing your muscles around him. He cums moments later, releasing into you warm and wet, crying your name.

“Fuck, Y/N━ Gonna fill you up, baby, just how you like it━”

He rams his hips up into yours for one final effort, shuddering in elation as his cock twitches every last drop of cum from it. Then, both breathless and panting, covered in a thin sheen of sweat, you slump against his chest, resting your forehead against his. The car instantly goes silent and the foreground music that was the radio comes to once more. You listen to the soft lyrics as the two of you bask in the afterglow of sex and he kisses you all over.

You don’t know how much time passes as the two of you lay there, his hands rubbing comforting circles on your hips as your own fingers trace the tattoos that ink his skin.

“You know━” Taehyung speaks up eventually, his voice a low mumble. “Gonna be extra hard not to be late getting to gigs now.”

“Uh oh.” You roll your eyes. “Think we’ve got all the time in the world now for sex, Tae.”

Taehyung grins. “I was thinking more about the fact that I’m not gonna want to get out of bed in the morning, whenever you fall asleep beside me.”

Your heart swells at his confession and you peck his cheek quickly before burying your face in the crook of his neck. It’s his own serenade of sorts, his small promise in the backseat of his car, that makes it all okay in the end.

“And,” Taehyung admits cheekily this time, “knowing we don’t have to keep us a secret anymore, even to ourselves━ I'm definitely not gonna be able to keep my hands off of you now.”

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Pairing: Jungkook x Female reader

Words: 4.7k

Genre: smut, angst, fluff if you squint really hard, childhood friends to lovers AU

Warnings: unprotected sex, bathroom sex, infidelity, JK is a heartthrob that is bad at feelings, YN realises she’s been in love with JK all along.

A/N: this is me trying to write longer fics, I liked how this one came out yayyy. This goes out to the @thebtswritersclub​ monthly prompt _____ to lovers, in this case it’s childhood friends to lovers. I just- I really liked how it came out, I’m so excited to know what you guys think of it.

Summary: Falling in love is such a curious thing in life, Jungkook would know best, after pinning over you for years on end, only to have his best friend take away his opportunity, or does he?

The sun was shining brightly over the park as you made your way down the slide, hot skin scorching at the contact with the yellow plastic, although you couldn’t bring yourself to care as much as your mother would, meeting Sungho at the end of it, who was covering his eyes as best as his arms would allow him to do, summer was almost coming to an end and you two had decided to spend every single second of it together, much to both of your mothers’ dismay who had long decided to take turns to tire both of you out by the neighbourhood park, nothing too exciting, if it weren’t for your young imaginative minds combined, which turned you into the closest a six year old could get to being a menace.

As you smiled brightly at your friend, you couldn’t help but turn your head towards an almost inaudible whimper coming from the shaded side of the park, finding a kid around your age plopped down by the tree, desperately drying his eyes with the back of his hand, small sobs coming out of his lips as three other kids, which you knew to be a little older than you and quite disrespectful at that, kept laughing at the boy, so really, what else were you supposed to do if not come in to save the day. “Come on Y/N they’ll make fun of us too” Sungho said as he tried to tug you away, only to have you stand your ground firmly

“If they make fun of me, I won’t cry” you crossed your arms stubbornly over your chest

“Y/N let’s just go”

“You go, Sungho” Sungho was always the type of kid that your mother kept reminding you to be more like, always righteous, never picking fights like you were known to do, but you really couldn’t stand watching the mysterious kid crying by himself while no one else did anything in the slightest. So you stood between him and the three kids that were still making fun of him, head high, fists up by your sides in a superhero pose “You shouldn’t make fun of others”

“Why don’t we make fun of both of you then, Y/N?”

“At least I can put my shirt shirt when I’m dressing myself, Areum” the girl looked down for half a second before staring you down, full of rage before huffing and turning around in true mean girl fashion.

You turn back to find a pair of bambi eyes staring at you, sobs silenced, although his chest still showed him trying to fully catch his breath. You extend your hand for him to take it so that he could stand up “I’m Y/N what’s your name?”

“I’m Jungkook” you were quick to grab his arm and pull him to where Sungho had watched the whole scene with Areum, now staring at the way you dragged the slightly shorter boy towards him

“Well Jungkook, this is Sungho and I just decided that all of us three are going to be best friends forever” the small boy smiled at that, bunny teeth showing in the process, eyes sparkly with wonder and pure appreciation, contrasting the look on Sungho’s face.

“Y/N I think you need to have girl friends to have these sleepovers with, Jungkook and I are boys” Sungho says as soon as you pass him the mirror and he is left staring at his reflection with a ton of glitter eyeshadow on his face, you turn to look at Jungkook, who is currently sprawled out playing with his nintendo, a set of pigtails adoring his head along with the hottest pink lipstick you could find

“I don’t mind it” he stuffed his mouth with chips as he continued to play on his console, not sparing any of you a look, although you smiled at him fondly, grateful to have him play along whenever Sungho didn’t feel like it, which seemed to be more and more as all of you grew older.

“Well I’m going to take this off” he said as he ran into the bathroom to wash his face. Good luck trying to get rid of glitter.

You huffed out a sigh at how boring it was getting if Sungho didn’t like to play your games, along with Jungkook being stuck inside his own little world. “This is so boriiiing”

“It was your idea Y/N”

“Yeah but you guys are no fun”

Jungkook pauses his game to turn to look at you “We can watch a movie if you’d like”

If someone were to tell 6 year old you that twelve years later, the kid that used to make fun of you would turn into your best friend, you would have probably laughed in their face, although as years went by, Areum had finally gotten better in terms of personality, up to the point where she had a full on talk with you before you decided to give it a try, even more so as she now took it as her job to protect you in high school, seeing as she was a year older than you.

“Jungkook has changed” the brunette said while taking a seat next to you inside the cozy smoothie shop, crumpling up her receipt inside her bag distractedly as you just stared at her, not knowing what had prompted her to talk about your best friend, Jungkook wasn’t exactly what one would consider popular, especially amongst the higher grades, especially not given the bickering grudge he held against Areum after all those years.

“What do you mean?”

“Just- seems like before summer he was this scrawny little thing, deer eyes, soft smiles” you looked at her intently, Jungkook had gone on vacation with his family for weeks as soon as finals were over, leaving with the promise of hanging out for the few days before school started again, similar to how you were now hanging out with Areum, her having arrived back a few hours before Jungkook “Now- well”

There were a million thoughts running inside your mind, some seemingly more plausible than others, tow hich yopu found yourself asking “Areum, did you fuck Jungkook?”

“I mean- we were both staying at the same hotel Y/N” Areum sipped on heir smoothie as a way to act coy about it, wide eyes turned the other way at the prospect of having said out loud that her latest conquest was none other than little Jungkook, the guy she had always made fun of for one or another reason

“Oh god you slept with Jungkookie” and you really tried to picture her, accepted into college, beautiful Areum, long lean legs, model faced Areum, flirt queen that always seemed to go for older guys Areum, paired up with sweet Jungkookie, sure, your best friend was cute, handsome even, there was no denying it, he was just not- Areum level handsome, Areum liked going out to party, let men shower her in drinks while Jungkook absolutely loved staying home battling Sungho in the newest video game that was around “I-I have no words”

“Y/N- Y/N don’t judge until you’ve tapped it” your friend seemed to space out for a second, as if looking back at her time with Jungkook, dreamily. “The guy got buff”

And sure he did, not only did Jungkook was now full of muscle, he also apparently had renewed his wardrobe, bought a motorcycle and apparently had even grown a few centimeters taller, or at least that much was said by Sungho as you three met up for lunch the day before classes started again, trying to catch up as you did every year when the three of you didn’t get a chance to hang out much.

“So are we getting that newly released game Kook?” Sungho mentioned in what appeared to be the background, your eyes completely fixated on whomever the man sitting in front of you was, definitely not your best friend Jungkook.

“Nah dude, I sold all my consoles and games to buy my bike” your eyes widened at the confession, probably mirroring the uttermost shocked look that Sunho was also sporting. Jeon Jungkook selling his videogames was definitely a sign of the apocalypse. You were about to make a comment before you heard a very familiar voice behind you, making you turn your head towards it.

“Jungkookie, you wanted me to come over?” her eyes had that sparkle in them which you have come to recognise as her being infatuated by someone, even if she didn’t really talked about it openly, you turned towards Jungkook in disbelief

“Yeah, Areum, lose my number”

You consciously close your mouth at the exchange as Areum backed away from the table muttering an ‘oh..okay’ as Jungkook smiled daily at her, your eyes lock in surprise with Sungho’s, both of you silently agreeing that this Jungkook was certainly a new side neither of you could yet guess whether or not you would continue to be able to befriend, although the history between the three of you spoke volumes.

And just like that, enough to get whiplash from it, Jungkook’s lazy uninterested eyes were replaced by the squinty smile you had learned to adore over the years, bunny teeth showing as his laugh resonated in the restaurant “Oh god you guys should have seen your faces!”

Your eyes travelled along the expanse of the space you three were in, looking at Sungho for a clue to pick up about what was happening, coming up empty handed as he spoke first “Dude I almost had a heart attack, I thought you had sold your games!”

“Oh no that I did” Jungkook took a sip out of his drink calmly

You tried not to show how nothing made sense in your mind “And that thing with...Areum?”

He placed his cup down, looking at you with wide eyes humming softly “Yeah that was a thing too, she’s been texting me non stop after we hooked up. I’m just glad I’m back with you guys”

So Jungkook had changed, that much was true, just not as much as he let people believe. Sure enough, the guy was now pure muscle, rode a bike everywhere, and made it his lifeplan to conquer as many girls as his schedule allowed him too; he also made a few other friends outside of your friends' circle, enough for rumours to go around about him being involved in shady business, or him hooking up with somebody’s mum. Either way, if you were to turn a blind eye to his social persona, Jungkook was still your and Sungho’s little Jungkookie, bambi wide eyes that teared up whenever it was movie night and you picked some chick flick, bunny teeth and loud giggles as he played a prank on Sungho, even though you could tell his heart just wasn’t in it as it was before.

“I’m gonna ask Y/N out” Sungho has asked Jungkook to meet him outside of campus on the first weeks of college as all three of you decided to attend together, uninterested on whatever it was that he was about to tell him, but trying to keep up his fractured friendship with the man (and you) he had shown up, even so a little fashionably late to make his point clear.

“And you’re telling me this because..”

“I don’t want to make it awkward, Jeon” Jungkook scoffs before rolling his eyes at Sungho “Don’t think I haven’t noticed you little boy crush on her for years”

“What I think you haven’t noticed is that I don’t do feelings” Jungkook retorts as he approaches him “And although I find Y/N to be quite fuckable if you ask me, I appreciate her enough not to put her in a weird place like you’re about to do, asshole”

Once weeks rolled around, things kept on being as the were after that fateful summer where Jungkook completely reinvented himself, even as semesters came and went, Jungkook grew a bit more separate from both Sungho and yourself, although it became a little harder to discern whether it was because of Jungkook or due to the fact that Sungho and you had started dating during the first semester of college. Sungho had no real answer to give you when asked about it, saying that outside of the scheduled movie night you three kept on sharing, he barely even texted Jungkook on his own.

“I heard your girl is getting married” his friend said as he handed him an opened beer, taking his place back against his bike in the middle of the night after some race they had gone to near the outskirts of Seoul.

Jungkook took a swing out of the bottle, squinting at the questionable choice in alcohol “I don’t have a girl Jihoon”

“Oh? Then what’s Y/N?'' he felt the blood draining from his face, heart heavy, breath hitching inside his throat as soon as your name left his lips. Of fucking course Sungho would try to marry you before you graduated. That bastard.

It was quite funny really, Jungkook knew from the very start, back when all three of you had 6 years old and you had saved him from a set of mean kids in the park, that Sungho was never fond of him, or rather, of the relationship you had developed with him, sure, the two men had bonded over a few shared interests as they grew up, but the only thing that kept them together was you. Sometimes Jungkook guesses it could have been him instead of Sungho, asking you out, sharing nights together, even being about to get married. But those thoughts were only wishful thinking, he had long ago decided that you deserved so much more than what he could give you, what with his eternal fear and inability to give himself up to others. So he had let you go, never thinking about the possibility of Sungho taking a place he wasn't worthy of either.

"Good for her"

It wasn't long after learning that you were engaged, that the invitation arrived to his apartment, just a few days after graduation. It wasn't really a surprise anymore, even back when he first heard the news, it wasn't that surprising, he guessed it was the years of knowing both you and Sungho, learning your patterns, that he had somehow seen it coming. It didn't make it any less hard to wish you weren't about to walk down the aisle to a man that wasn't him though. But he kept repeating to himself to stop being selfish, he had lost his chance, not that he ever had one to begin with, but as long as you were happy, he would be too.

And you really did seem happy, so he was willing to just ignore the way that his chest seemed to constrict every time your eyes locked on his from across the room as the rehearsal dinner, you were sporting a gorgeous emerald dress, the same colour as when you two first met eighteen years back, his mind spinning with impossible scenarios as each minute that passed really just turned out to be a minute closer to watch you walk down the aisle to another man, one that was supposed to be his best friend at that.

“Bride’s or groom’s” A sweet female voice called him as he sipped on his fifth? sixth? champagne flute, finding a woman staring at him with what he has come to recognise as lust.

“Eh.. you could say both”

A glimpse of recognition could be seen in her eyes before she spoke again “You must be Jungkook then, the overseeked bachelor”

“In the flesh” He smirked at her as she took a hold of his hand, guiding him upstairs to where you and your soon to be husband had booked bridesmaids and groomsmen alike for the night. Not that the blonde had anything to do with how utterly horrible he was feeling about the whole wedding situation but perhaps fucking his frustrations out would help just a little.

Jeon Jungkook was never the one to stick around until morning, that much was true, and although he might be known for a varying of unspeakable things, nothing could have prepared him for what he had to witness at ungodly hours.

He picked up the rest of his clothing after half dressing himself, not even sparing a second glance at the woman that was laying on her bed peacefully, careful not to make more sounds than the inherently necessary, his curiosity is peaked as he hears faintly moaning and skin slapping skin coming from the room next door, seeing the door barely open, and against his better judgement he peeks inside only to feel his heart pounding against his chest, blood rushing inside his ears as he can’t seem to look away from the image presented to him. Sungho, your soon to be husband, the one that he used to consider his best friend for years on end, the oh so righteous Sungho, ever morally correct Sungho, bending your other so-called best friend and maid of honour, Areum, over the comforter as he fucked into her. A few hours before he got married to you. After everything that he had put him through, making him believe that it was in your best interest top let you go, that he should have handed you over to him, that he was the best option out of the two of you to build a life with.

Jungkook sees red and doesn’t quite remember anything other than Areum running out of the room as he punches Sungho in the face, receiving some punches back.

“You absolutely disgust me”

The bastard has the guts to laugh at him “You know, Jeon” he goes to inspect his face in the mirror “If you burst Y/N’s bubble, you’ll forever be remembered as the stupid little boy that was jealous enough on her wedding day to ruin her life”

Jungkook clenches his fists by his side before deciding to turn his heels and leave the room, vision still blurry in anger, breathing ragged, a small trickle of blood making its way down from his eyebrow as he almost automatically walked himself to the other side of the hostel where he knew you must have been resting, taking a few too many second to decide to knock on the door.

“Jungkook? What are you- oh god” sleep seems to leave you as soon as your eyes lock on his beat up face, him smiling at you in a futile attempt to have you not worry that much about his well being, but of course you were already searching for a first aid kit as he took a seat on your bed “Jungkookie, what happened?”

And perhaps he didn’t think it through that much, but he couldn’t let you walk yourself into a marriage blinded by the persona Sungho had always made you believe he was. “Y/N” he took your hands in his, stopping you from rubbing any more antiseptic into his cut “You’ll hear,a nd probably have already heard, too much shit about me”

His eyes beg you to stare at him intently, and although the whole scenario had you giggling out of nervousness, it soon died down “Kook, what are you talking about?”

“Y/N- Sungho is not the man he’s made us think he is” your eyes scan his face for any more clues on what he’s saying a syou feel a beeping sound closing in on your ears, overwhelmed by the situation “And he’ll probably say this is me just being a jealous asshole after being in love with you for more than half of my living years but-”

You stare at him in horror as your hands remove themselves from his hold as if he was burning, standing up from where you were seated next to him, feeling your whole world being crushed down a few hours before what was supposed to be the happiest day of your life “No” you take a step back as you hold your chest, feeling hot tears welling up in your eyes “Jungkook please don’t do this shit to me”

“Y/N just- don’t marry Sungho” somehow he had willed his voice to remain calm

Your head shook fervently at him, as if somehow the action would make him retreat his words “Sungho loves me, Jungkook”

His eyes were ice cold at your words “He loves you enough to fuck Areum a few hours before making you his wife”

He really didn’t mean the bite on his words as he said them, this had nothing to do with you and everything to do with that asshole you called finacé, so he could completely understand when through your tears, chest heavy with rage and head spinning you asked “Please leave”

And he did.

Everything seemed like a fever dream. The words that Jungkook had said, the implication that it had. And really, if it weren’t for the fact that Jungkook was gone from the whole ordeal, you could have sworn your life that it was nothing other than a nightmare, Areum was as bubbly as ever, helping you get ready. Sungho’s good morning text still found its way into your inbox. Jungkook had not only accused you fiancé of cheating, but had said he had always been in love with you, no further proof to his words, so you decided to go as planned, yet you found yourself hyper aware of every move Sungho made, especially when they involved Areum.

You stood in your pristine white dress in front of a couple dozens of guests as traditional words were spoken, your mind a thousand miles away as you kept on looking towards the door, hoping that maybe, just maybe, they would open up, Jungkook would show up and stop you from making what could potentially be the worst mistake of your life.

"If anyone objects to the marriage, speak now or forever hold your peace." your eyes trail to the soor, yearning to hear Jungkook’s voice amidst the otherwise silent chapel, but it never came.

“Hey, Y/N come dance with us,” one of your bridesmaids say as the night progresses after dinner, some loud beat taking over the venue at the reception, making everyone stand up to dance, including your now-husband as you find yourself sulking sitting on your designated table.

“I’m fine, you go” you try to flash her the biggest smile you can as she goes, leaving you once again with your thoughts. Thoughts that mainly involved Jungkook, figuring that after all these years, life had managed to finally separate you, heart yearning to have him close to you, the more you became aware of your current life path, the more you realised what a humongous mistake you had made. You had always thought that marrying Sungho would give you a sense of utter happiness, of fulfillment, whether what Jungkook said was true or not, as you watched your husband having the time of his life without you. If he were Jungkook, he would be seated right by your side.

Jeon Jungkook, as deviated as he appeared to be to everyone, as much as he slept around, he had demonstrated to be the most loyal human being by your side up until the last second of your friendship, unlike Sungho, he had always been interested in what you wanted to do, had always let your voice be heard, had helped you through rough times when Sungho was nowhere to be seen, perhaps you had chosen the wrong best friend to fall in love with a few years ago, the wrong man in your life to marry. It had been Jungkook all along. It could have been Jungkook all along.

Your eyes fixate on the way that Sungho whispers something on Areum’s ear and you feel your blood boil, more out of self-pity and annoyance at letting such a man manipulate you rather than jealousy as you stand up to make your way to the bathroom, in hopes of freshening up before coming up with a plan to fix this mistake.

You sigh as you hold yourself up by the sink, looking at yourself in the mirror, pondering just how deep you’ll have to dig to come out of the mess when you hear an all too familiar deep chuckle behind you “So you realised”

You turn your back to the mirror to face Jungkook “That Sungho was an asshole or that I’m in love with you?”

His eyes turn into those deeply surprised deer shape you remember from when he was younger for a split second before they’re filled with something else between lust and deep appreciation as he backs you up further against the sink, a tattooed hand coming up to your chin “Does that mean I get to kiss you with no regrets now?”

“Would you kiss a married woman, Jungkook?” you ask playfully, matching the brattiness in his tone

“Only the ones whose husbands are assholes” and so his lips capture yours in a sweet quick kiss that has you wrapping your arms around his neck, leaning in once again, escalating from a very much due kiss filled with words that are unable to be said, into a fiery pit in the low of your stomach at the prospect of kissing Jungkook while still being in your wedding dress, just a few hours married and kissing another man.

Jungkook’s hands have abandoned their place on your figure in favour of trying to undo the little buttons on the back of your dress, breaking the kiss to complain “God just how many buttons does this dress have?”

Soon enough your dress lays forgotten on the floor, matching lingerie covering your body as Jungkook has most of your body up against the mirror, panties aside in favour of having him fingering you, arms almost failing to keep you upright as he mouths at your skin, moans escaping your lips regularly as he pumps and curls his fingers inside you, lewd noises taking reverbating on the small bathroom’s walls, a faint trail of bass coming in from the party “God you’re so perfect Y/N” he grunted as you heard his zipper coming down before feeling the tip of his cock teasing your entrance, his hand coming up to grip your hair making you face the mirror, makeup completely wrecked, the sight almost unrecognisable to you, a slight burning but pleasurable sensation on your scalp “I bet that bastard Sungho wouldn’t be able to wreck you like this” without further notice entering you from behind, your walls clenching against him as you felt him slowly but firmly making his way in and out of you at a building rapidly pace, a moan slipping past your lips and Jungkook shushing you in exchange as he increases his speed and you bit your lip to forbid any noises from coming out, afraid of being heard even when you knew it would be almost impossible to do so over the loud party noises, this bathroom being so far away from it.

Jungkook had placed your right leg up the sink, hitting an even deeper spot that had you building your orgasm at an incredible speed, throwing your head back in pleasure, feeling him completely inside you as heat pooled in your lower belly.

“K-Kook I’m gonna-ah! I’m gonna cum” a few flicks on your clit with his expert fingers as he helped you keep yourself upright did the trick as Jungkook made sure to somehow thrust even deeper, a loud moan scaping you as he spilled his warm seed inside you, quickly adjusting back his boxers and trousers as one of his fingers collected some cum that was dripping down your thigh to push it back in, letting go of you to hold yourself up against the sink, pulling your panties back in place.

“Think that counts as a wedding gift?” he turns to leave the bathroom, leaving you heaving to haphazardly step inside your dress as you trail behind him, finding him resting against a wall, his bike roaring a few meters away as he smiles your way knowingly as he puts on his helmet, throwing another one your way "So.. all ready to leave that asshole of a husband now or should I wait another 15 years?"

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Can you write Mickey be the whipped married guy in his friend group who always leaves early because he misses his husband 😂🥰

“Read ‘em and weep, boys,” Mickey said, smirking as he laid his cards on the table with a flourish.

The other three men groaned, tossing their own cards to the middle without even bothering to show them.

“That’s the third one in a row, Milkovich,” one of them complained. “You tryin’ to hussle us?”

“Ey! Shut up, Danny,” another hissed, whacking his arm with the back of one hand. “Kid’ll probably gut ya for sayin’ that shit.”

“Nah,” Danny said. “He wouldn’t dare, he’d get sent back to the can without his hubby.”

All three men broke out into raucous laughter, Danny making kissy noises until Mickey grabbed up a handful of cards from the table and smacked them right into his pursed lips.

“Yeah yeah, laugh it up,” Mickey said. “Just remember that Joe knows what he’s talkin’ about—learned a lot of ways to kill a guy in prison.”

“Not much else to do there,” Joe agreed with a nod as the other two men started to wind down.

“Unless you got a man!” the third man, Timmy, chimed in, and they were off again.

“Sure, sure,” Mickey said, letting them laugh. “But there’s only so much an ass can take, fellas, and once that’s done…”

He mimed slitting his own throat.

“Ugh, Mickey,” Danny groaned. “We don’t need to know that shit, man.”

“You’re the maintenance guy, Dan,” Timmy said. “Don’t tell me you never walked in on the two of ‘em?”

“Fuck no!” Danny exclaimed. “If their stupid little ambulance is in the lot, I come back later!”

“Lucky,” Joe sighed. “I was up there cleaning the windows once before they got curtains, and—”

“Whoa!” Mickey interrupted, holding out a hand over the table. “Let’s keep that shit to ourselves, fuck you very much.”

Joe grinned.

“Why should I?” he asked. “Not like you cared at the time.”

Mickey rolled his eyes.

“At the time, I had a more important issue to deal with.”

His phone went off in his pocket, the shrill tone cutting through the room loud enough to halt the conversation.

“Speak of the fuckin’ devil,” Mickey muttered, digging it out. “Ian just texted, he’s heading back up. Sorry guys, guess that’s it for today.”

A chorus of groans met his statement, a chair creaking as Danny leaned back too far.

“You always abandon us, man,” he complained. “As soon as he’s done, you nope outa here, even in the middle of a hand.”

Mickey raised his eyebrows.

“We in the middle of a hand now, genius?” he asked. “No? Then if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna go meet up with my husband.”

“Fine, fine,” Danny said with a sad wave. “But someday you gotta at least bring him down here to meet us when we play, so you can’t go runnin’ off before you lose.”

Mickey snorted.

“I don’t lose,” he said dryly. “And you’ve already met him.” He looked around the table, meeting every pair of eyes. “All of you fuckers have.”

“Yeah,” Danny said. “I have. And you know what?” He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, let it go. “I don’t fuckin’ get it, man, I really don’t.”

“I’m with Dan,” Timmy said, sitting straight. “Guy’s an over-sized puppy dog, and you’re a badass, Mick. How’s he got you so wrapped around his little finger?”

Mickey waited a beat, then looked to Joe.

“Anything you want to add?” he asked the cleaner, but Joe just shook his head.

“Nah man,” he said with a snort. “I’ve seen exactly how he’s got you wrapped up.”

Mickey flushed.

“You shut the fuck up,” he demanded, pointing at the older man. “Or next time, I’ll open the window and shove you off your platform.”

“The windows don’t open!” Danny called toward Mickey’s back as he turned to walk away.

Mickey threw him a middle finger over his shoulder.

“And I’m not sure you’d get to them anyway if he trusses you up like that every time!” Joe added, and got the other finger added for his efforts.

The door to the basement slammed as Mickey left, and the three men were left alone in the pleasantly chilly employees-only room.

“Think he’ll ever bring him by?” Timmy wondered.

“Nah,” Joe answered him. “Only time he comes down here’s when Big Red is busy.”

They all nodded in agreement as Joe gathered up the cards again.

“Another hand fellas?”

—

Exactly a week later, Joe, Danny, and Timmy were down in the basement again, clustered around their little card table between the lockers that held their personal things.

“Too hot to be mowing, man,” Timmy complained, running a hand through his sweaty hair. “When I took this job, I thought it’d be cushy, but that Melanie bitch is demanding as fuck.”

“Your own fault for pickin’ such a stupid job, mate,” Danny told him with a heavy pat on the back. “It is hot as balls out, though,” he agreed a second later as he took a seat. "That weird lady on the third floor doesn't run the AC, and I was up there all mornin' fixin' her shower."

“Anybody know if Mickey’s joinin’ today?” Joe asked, shuffling the same deck of cards they used every week.

“Nah,” Timmy answered. “He only comes when his man’s at the gym, yeah?” Danny and Joe both nodded. “Well, Big Red was headin’ up to his place when I finished up; he must’ve decided it was too hot too.”

But before Joe could start dealing, the door above them creaked open, and they could hear heavy footfalls on the steps. From the sound of it, more than one person.

Mickey appeared first, a wide smirk on his face, followed immediately by Big Red himself.

“Hey losers,” Mickey greeted, making straight for the table. But instead of sitting, he just pulled out the chair, and motioned for his husband to take it.

“Uh, hi guys,” Ian Gallagher said as he obediently sat down. “I hope you don’t mind me joining.”

The three men just stared, then stared harder as Mickey, instead of finding a seat of his own, chose to plop right down on Gallagher’s lap.

“Figured you guys had bugged me enough,” he told them. “Might as well give you what you asked for.”

“Uh, yeah.” Joe was the first one to recover, offering a cautious smile to the newcomer. “Hey man, good to see ya. You know how to play?”

“Probably,” Ian said with a shrug, one arm wrapping around Mickey’s waist to keep him in place. “What are we playing? Five card draw? Texas hold’em? Seven card stud? High Chicago? Low Chicago? Follow the Queen?”

He looked around the table, and stopped when all he saw were stunned faces.

“Uh…or something else?” he added hesitantly.

“No, no, just…regular poker,” Joe answered, eyes wide. “None of that weird shit.”

“Oh, sorry,” Ian said with a little laugh. “My dad made sure we knew all the games, made it easier to help him cheat. I remember one time he tried to sneak me into a casino just to grab wallets while he played, but I ended up winning big at a high-rollers table until they found out I was only seventeen and chased us out.”

He sighed wistfully.

“Still wish I had managed to cash out first, would have set us up for a year.”

All the men, Mickey excluded, just blinked at him.

“Your puppy tellin’ the truth, Mick?” Timmy finally squeaked, but all he got from Mickey was a shark-like grin.

“Deal him in,” Mickey ordered with a nod to Joe. “And remember, you fuckers asked for this.”