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Had a dream last night that two of my best friends came to stay with me and also Mabel was alive đ„č
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lost & found | jeon jungkook
summary:your college years have never been something you dwelled on for too long. you didnât want to think of all the chances you lost and thatâs why when the guy you had a crush on moves back to town, you try not to let it affect you again. but then he brings up old memories that didnât go the way you thought they had and youâre thrown for a loop. youâre stuck between finding something new with him and falling back into old habits of never standing up for yourself. it probably doesnât help that he dated your best friend, where everything seemed to go wrong.
⣠genre/au: jungkook x reader [she/her, female anatomy], mid-20âs friendships. what kind of au is this? smut, plot
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warnings: heavy plot. smut. a little bit of angst if you squint. tae is oc defender. shy oc. jk is an old college classmate. oc and jk got complicated, misunderstood history :(. oc is kinda insecure? bathroom sex. teasing. foreplay [f and m receiving]. very neeeedddy, long time waited sex.. unprotected. jk fucks oc on the counter, on the door. jk is tatted up but not in his college days. heavy makeout. breast play. fingering. dirty talk. oc goes down on jk as a thx đ€§ jk dated ocâs bestie but thereâs HISTORY. ocâs bestie is the real villain im sorry. took advantage of two insecure college kids >:( love lost, love found vibes. just read I swear itâs not that bad đ no cheating. FRIEND BREAK UPS. oc gets confident toward the end
song inspo: bff â jesse
As you settle into adulthood, you learn a few things about friendships. There tends to be a slight divide between those youâve known since you were young and those youâve collected over the years. Some might value the friendships theyâve held longer more than those that are more recent but for others, what matters is the trust that comes with friendship no matter with whom it might be with. Youâre somewhere in between, you think.
You have people like Taehyung who youâve only recently started to get to know and have had a chance to grow close with. He doesnât know everything about you yet but he doesnât need to, he seems to understand enough now to be an important person in your current life. Heâs the kind of friend you're thankful youâve met on some random occasion.
Then you have someone like your best friend, Miyoung. Youâre not sure the last time you had ever been truly without her at your side. From your earlier school years to college, to now when youâre both settled into what would essentially be your careers and private lives. Sheâs⊠she's special to you in a way that you're not sure you could ever find in someone elseâor at least thatâs what she says?
There hasnât been a time where it wasnât the two of you practically glued together at the hip and you credit her for her outgoing nature that always seemed to balance with your more introverted demeanor. Of course it didn't mean you couldnât make friends without her [take Taehyung for example] but sheâs always seemed to gravitate people toward you with her energy. Thatâs why you're not at all surprised by tonightâs events and how everyone seemed surprised that you came alone.
âHonestly, Iâm happy you made it, it feels like we havenât seen each other in so long,â Your friend, Hoseok, pointed out as he led you to the private area of the lounge bar where it seemed like a reunion was taking place, âWhen Miyoung said she wasnât going to make it, I thought you probably werenât going to show up andââ
âIs that what you would have preferred?â You asked with a teasing smile as he began to stumble over his words, attempting to backtrack.
âWhat? Y/n, donât you know Iâve been desperately enamored by you since your first year? Donât make such crass comments,â He joked back, helping you out of your coat as you grew closer to the room filled with loud chatter. He led you with hands on your shoulders and said, âAnd between us, Iâm a little happy she didnât come. I wasnât really in the mood for this to turn into a Battle of the Exes fighting ground.â
âWhat do you mean?â You barely had time to ask as you entered the room where an explosion of your name was heard by old college classmates of yours who all seemed on the border of tipsy and in a good mood. You couldnât help but smile, looking at everyone at once till your eyes fell on the person in question.
He didnât hesitate to meet your gaze with equal surprise as you sat across from him, just one person down the line. Immediately the people next to you tried sparking a conversation and you used it as a distraction to keep from gawking at him. When Miyoung told you she wouldnât make it, you debated coming yourself but after some begging from Hoseok you decided to come along. Despite your best friend not joining, you're kind of glad she didnât. Hoseok is right, it would have been a battlefield and you did not want to be caught in the middle of it.
âY/n.â
Ignore, maybe? Just ignore and maybe heâll forget trying to talk to you and your head won't be on the chopping block. You looked down the table at some of the other people you remember from campus activities or long lectures and tried to ignore the growing smile you could see on his face from the corner of your eye.
âHungry?â The person next to you asked as he made you look his way. There were platters of hand food across the bar table and you happily took whatever Jimin offered. As much as you hated it, you couldnât help but look across the table to make sure it really was who you thought it was,
Jeon Jungkook.
Better known as your best friendâs ex boyfriend.
Or worse, the first guy you liked when you started University.
âHi,â he said in a low voice, catching you in the middle of staring at him. In your defense, he seemed so differentâmore matured if you will. Now he was covered in tattoos and piercings, he lost that sort of boyish charm but clearly gained something else along the way. He was buff and bigger, more intimidating yet alluring? Safe to say he didnât look like the âBoy Next Doorâ you had a crush on in your English seminar.
âYouâre here,â was all you could think to say back, giving up on your sorry attempt at ignoring him for no real reason other than saving yourself from an awkward encounter.
âSo are you,â Jungkook bit into his bottom lip as he looked at you closely. How is it that someone could look so different but the same all at once? In your gaze he could still see that curiosity in everything that he remembered from back then when he would spend lectures wondering what was on your mind. In your appearance, he can see how much youâve changed physically. They were surely small differences in everyone elseâs eyes but he always had a tendency to pay too much attention to you and it would get him in trouble.
You gave him a polite nod in response to his blatant observation that matched yours and attempted to shift your attention elsewhere but he didnt let it get too far. He cleared his throat, âHow have you been?â
âMe?â You asked, âOkay, I guess. Busy with work.â
âSo Iâve heard, youâre in marketing now, right? What happened to your writing?â Jungkook asked, seeming genuinely curious to know. He didnât care for the conversations happening around him more than he did hearing your response now that you looked more willing to give him one.
âIt wouldnât have paid the billsâYou remember my writing?â You asked, surprise evident in your features that he couldnât help but smile.
It was hard for him to forget his biggest competition at the time. He let out a small sigh, ready to go on about being unable to forget a certain piece you wrote when a firm hand was placed on his shoulder. Yoongi stood over him, âSmoke break?â
Say no, he thought. Jungkook could easily reject the offer and continue what he was going to say. Without meaning to, he looked back at you, but you had excused yourself from the table in the blink of an eye. Nodding hesitantly, he grabbed his jacket and followed his friend out while he wondered where you went so suddenly.
You were hiding in the washroom when you got the call from Miyoung, like she had a sixth sense telling her to reach out.
âSo how is it? Is it as boring as I said itâd be?â Miyoung asked as she waited in line for some nightclub she was going to with some of her various other friends.
âUm, kind of?â You said without much thoughtâknowing it was what she wanted to hear. In reality, it was fun. You were greeted warmly that it washed away your earlier worries and youâre being taken care of by old friends you didn't get to talk to as much. Not to mention, youâre seeing Jungkook again after a couple years of hearing and thinking of nothing about the guy, so you donât actually think it's boring.
Miyoung snorted, âFigures, good thing I didnât go. I could not sit through more than an hour of everyone going on and on about what theyâve been up to. I mean, yeah I miss Hobi and stuff but I could see him whenever, yâknow? Who all showed up?â
âI think everyone,â You admitted with a nervous bite of your lip. It was now or never. You tell her that it seems like Jungkook has come to visit or has come back to stay and youâre not sure how sheâll take that. She might even march over here just to tell him how she's felt these last two years and chances are thatâll ruin the easy vibe for everyone else. You leaned against the stall door and talked with her.
âSo youâre back,â Yoongi asked with a smirk as he took a drag from his cigarette, âMy Golden Boyâs back? Someone pinch me.â
âFunny guy,â Jungkook said sarcastically as he looked out onto the busy street. Yoongi shrugged, turning toward the bar window looking around to see the group, âArenât you happy you came?â
âYeah, itâs great seeing everyone again,â Jungkook told him casually, flicking the end of his cigarette and watching the ash fall to the cold cement of the street.
âWant to know who surprised me tonight?â Yoongi asked, looking over at him to see if his expression would change at all, âY/n.â
Jungkook cleared his throat awkwardly, âWhat do you mean?â
He shrugged, dropping ash to the ground, âY/n never comes out to these sorts of things, and if she does come itâs usually with Miyoung but she came by herself tonight.
âYeahâŠâ Jungkook zoned out a bit as he thought about it more, âWhy doesnât she meet up with you guys often?â
âYou know Y/n doesn't really go out,â Yoongi said, âAnd sheâs busy with work, at least thatâs what Hobi says. I donât know, when Hobi said Miyoung wasnât coming tonight we both expected Y/n to not show too but⊠hey, arenât you happy she isnât here?â
âI donât really care either way,â Jungkook confessed truthfully, âBut do you know if⊠yâknow, you might have heard something about Y/n and if sheâs still seeing someone orââ
âOh God,â Yoongi couldnât help but laugh as he put his cigarette out, Jungkook doing the same, âItâs been like three years, man.â
Jungkook watched him laugh as he walked off leaving him to follow, âWhat?â
Yoongi held the door open for him, âYou know what, but Iâll answer your question, anyway. Last I heard Y/n is single, so what now?â
He waited for Jungkook to respond but he wasnât listening anymore. There were too many things on his mind that he needed to work out before you came back to the table.
âWhat do you mean youâre leaving? You just got here,â Jimin said to you as he held your hand in his to stop you from leaving, âOne more drink.â
âItâs late,â You tried to say, âIâve got to be up early.â
âLiar, itâs a Saturday night, Y/n. Sit your ass back down,â Hobi said with a firm voice making you sit down immediately. He flashed you a cute smile before asking everyone if they wanted another round of drinks.
âSo, what were we talking about earlier?â Jungkook asked, trying to get you to talk to him again, âYour writing? Yeah, how can I forget it? Remember we used to read each otherâs essays all the time before⊠well.â
Before he broke up with your best friend.
âYeah, I remember,â You admitted, trying to find something to say. What kind of questions would Miyoung want to know? What do you want to know? What should you prepare your friend to know? âHow long are you visiting?â
âActually, I just moved back, I got a job doing graphic design for a local company,â Jungkook told you with the hint of a smile, âItâs my first time meeting up with everyone again.â
You let yourself indulge in small talk with him here and there but usually when he started it. The night had been fine, you enjoyed your time but after a while all you wanted to do was go home and Hoseok couldnât make you stay any longer. You ended your night wondering if you should go out more.
Everything has a backstory, right? How it all started and yours seems pretty tacky. You spent the first couple years of University doing what you had to do in school and letting Miyoung drag you to whatever outing she had on the weekends. Some time in your third year, you joined this English class with the most boring, monotonous professor ever and thatâs where you met Jungkook.
In all honesty, you thought he was cute from the get go. Sitting through three hours of a boring lecture led people to do odd things and one of those for you was staring at the cute guy who sat down a couple rows from you. It was just a little thing you did to pass time so you never expected anything to actually happen from it.
Then one day most of the seats were taken [naturally, it was a large class] and he seemed to have been running late because his usual cycle of seats were all taken except the one next to yours. Despite all those times you would find yourself ogling the stranger, when he was right next to you, you didnât say a single word.
It was Jungkook who spoke first and it was just to ask if you could help him catch up. That day you were supposed to read someone elseâs prompt and revise it and you chose each other which then trickled down to a routine of it. Without speaking much, he would sit next to you or silently save you a seat whenever you were running late and the one time you decided to switch it up and sit elsewhereâŠ
Well, he was practically pouting the whole day.
It had been a nearly perfect set up to what could have been if you just allowed yourself to go for things but it didnât happen that way.
One random Tuesday night, Miyoung wanted to go out for some cheap drinks and you found yourselves at a bar not too far from campus where you ran into a senior in one of your classes. Yoongi had come up to you first, just greeting you and making small talk when Jungkook who apparently had come with him, recognized you too.
They drank with you and Miyoung for a bit and you honestly thought it had been fun. You had never had real conversations with him outside of school work and it was nice to have more people to hang with that it just felt natural. Though at some point through the night Miyoung had gotten kind of flirty. She claims she assumed you had wanted Yoongi and not Jungkook and practically called dibs on him despite meeting him for the first time that night.
When she made her intents obvious, you couldnât help but backtrack.
You always considered yourself pretty self aware about yourself. There was nothing special really and when you compare yourself to Miyoung there just isnât much competition.
She was the perfect Prom Queen type who always had the nicest clothes or the cutest boyfriends, the best awards and most interesting stories. The amount of guys she would pull who you didnât even have a chance with was insane. And though you might sound bitter, youâre not. Youâve never been the type to want the spotlight or attention and being best friends with someone so damn perfect was that you could always stay in the shadows.
So when she started flirting with Jungkook, you didnât really notice his awkward glances or how he shied away from her proximity. You only saw how he smiled politely and listened to her go on and on about how great she is and assumed he was into her like all the others had been.
You tried to act normal after that, you would talk to him every now and then and never questioned why he stopped talking to you as much until he started dating Miyoung but you werenât bitter. You were understanding.
It made sense he would date her. She was beautiful and smart and someone people pine for. It was a given that that would happen so once again, you didnât take it personal.
They dated for a couple months [nothing serious at all] and then he dumped her which resulted in Miyoung practically forbidding you from even looking his way at all. You completed your last year without thinking about him despite the various mutual friends you shared and went on with your life when he moved.
That was the backstory and why you felt so awkward seeing him the other night.
You havenât told Miyoung yet because thereâs a high chance she wonât care at all and would get annoyed that you even thought to bring it up. Your friend is very pretty and she likes being in relationships so sheâs been in quite a few since they dated and probably doesnât care to be reminded at all.
The only person youâve told is Taehyung.
âBut did you at least have fun?â He asked as the two of you sat at a small restaurant for lunch. You nodded your head, âYeah, it was alright. It was just weird, for me at least.â
âWhy?â Taehyung asked as he dug into his meal, stuffing his mouth with no care in the world, âI mean itâs obvious everyone was happy to see you and didnât want you to leave. Who cares if Miyoung didnât go, clearly it didnât matter to anyone else.â
You didnât say anything, taking your time to enjoy your meal as you drifted off in thought. He is right, you know that sometimes itâs just in your head and you overthink things. You always feel like youâre boring to others so itâs natural for you to assume no one would be happy to see just you and not your bubble of joy best friend. There has to be a certain level of comfort between you and another person to show personality and itâs rare people get to see it.
âBut howâd it go with that guy? Did he ask you about her?â Taehyung asked with a hint of curiosity.
âNot that I can remember. I donât know, it was kind of awkward but we talked a bit,â You told him honestly, âHe just moved back down so thatâs cool I guess.â
Taehyung looked at you skeptically but you avoided his gaze, trying to distract yourself with your phone.
yoongi: throwing a welcome back party for jk this weekend, u coming?
you: idk, if Iâm free
yoongi: ⊠ur always freeđ€
yoongi: just say yes, bring whoever u want
you: but is he ok with me going
yoongi: y wouldnât he be
yoongi: heâs the one who asked me to make sure u come
you: okkkkkk đ„č
âTae, can you come with me to this party please?â You asked, immediately showing your friend your text messages leaning across the table for him to see them clearly.
Taehyungâs brows furrowed as he read through the texts carefully, âJungkook is the ex boyfriend, right? Whyâs he so interested in you going?â
âHeâs not,â you said, âHeâs probably just doing it to be nice, since everyone I know will be there.â
âWhat if heâs⊠yâknow, interested?â Taehyung asked curiously and you nearly choked on your drink.
âNo, oh my god,â You couldnât help but roll your eyes, âWe were just classmates and we stopped talking after he dumped Miyoung soââ
âYeah but did you ever stop to think âhm, Iâm the one who knew this guy first and then Miyoung went and snatched him from me before I even got a chance to exploreâ,â Taehyung said in a high pitched voice, presumably mocking yours. You reached over to playfully shove his shoulder making him grin mischievously.
âWhat? No, it wasnât like that at all,â You tried to say, âHim and I didnât even really talk until the night he met her at the bar and⊠no, thatâs crazy. He liked Miyoung right away.â
Taehyung just sighed, giving up on trying to get through to you, âIf you say so, but whoâs the one he approached first? Because I can tell you right now it wasnât her.â
Despite how he expresses himself when he talks about your best friend, he doesnât dislike her. He thinks Miyoung is alright, maybe a little too much for his tastes but that doesnât mean anything. He understands the two of you are really close and although he has had many chances to befriend her too, he just hasnât.
Heâll talk to her if you force them to hang out together but he would never go out of his way to be her friend. It might sound bad but Taehyung is pretty protective over you and rightfully so, he feels.
He doesnât want to badmouth one of his closest friends but you have a tendency to overthink things. You donât realize how great you are and make yourself seem smaller and he thinks Miyoung and other people like her in your life are at fault. Heâs heard some of the things she says to you and itâs like you hold her up so highly thereâs no room for you to see how pretty, smart, and talented you are. And before anyone gets the wrong idea, heâs not in love with you or anything.
Youâre too good for him so he gave up on that idea long ago.
Plus, now that heâs able to connect some of those pieces from when you were in Uni, some things are clicking into place for him. Miyoung tends to dim your light a bit, or copy something you do and claim it as her own and when he hears this little backstory between all of your old college friends⊠he just canât help but wonder if Jungkook was one of those things she claimed for herself.
With that thought in mind, he agreed to go with you to this party and see for himself what is there and what could be. He just wants whatâs best for you and for you to be able to go and get it without worrying youâre not good enough or stepping on anyoneâs toes.
When Friday night came, your apartment was filled with loud music and even louder complaints coming from one person in particular. Taehyung was just listening to you and Miyoung go back and forth about tonightâs plans and it got to the point where you couldnât say anything but the truth about what you would be doing tonight.
âItâs a welcome back party for Jungkook,â You said, trying your hardest not to let your voice sound strained.
âWhat? When did he get back?â Miyoung asked, sitting up from your bed and tossing your pillow off her lap, âLike he moved back?â
âYeah, I guess not too long ago,â You said with a shrug, looking in your mirror to see if you liked the way you looked or not, âI donât know, Yoongi is the one who invited me.â
âWhy didnât I know? Why wasnât I invited?â Miyoung asked, turning to Taehyung like he would have the answers.
âProbably because youâre his ex girlfriend and you ditched out on their little reunion so you could party,â Taehyung said, not bothering to look up from his phone.
âYeah but, whyâd they ask Y/n? Sheâs not even friends with him,â Miyoung said with a slight scoff, âYouâre not actually going right? We could go out, just the three of us. You already hung out with them, you and I havenât gone out in weeks, letâs just do our own thing. Unless youâre trading me in for all of them.â
You looked at her with apologetic eyes. Youâve been busy with work recently and she is right. The last people you hung out with aside from Taehyung were all of them two weekends ago so it would only be fair to hang out with her this time. It shouldnât mean anything that you were invited and that Jungkook wanted to make sure you were going. Miyoung was supposed to be your best friend so how could you go to a party she wasnât invited to?
Just as you were going to give in and shoot Yoongi a text that you werenât going to make it, Taehyung spoke up for you. âWhy donât you just come with? One of them said Y/n can bring whoever she wants and Iâm already going so itâs not like you have to be by yourself. Plus, arenât the rest of them supposed to be your friends too? Y/n already agreed.â
âWhy didnât you ask me first?â
âI didnât realize I needed permission,â You couldnât help but sigh, sitting on the edge of the bed to comfort her, âWe can just stop by, have a drink or two and leave if itâs lame. Come on.â
After much convincing, the three of you arrive at Yoongiâs place which was a small house with good outdoor space and the inside was packed with people already. The amount of party goers made you anxious but at the same time slightly thrilled that surely the attention would never be on you with so many people around.
âY/n! Miyoung!â Namjoon spotted you two first and he threw his arms around you both with a grin, âSurprised to see you here, Mimi.â
âYeah, probably because I was the only one not invited,â Miyoung said bitterly, making Namjoon take a drink from his cup and look away nervously.
âLetâs get you guys drinks then,â He said with an awkward clear of his throat looking to Taehyung, âWhatâs up, Iâm Namjoon.â
âTaehyung,â he said, following you to the drinks table. The music played loudly and there were a lot of people having a good time that it was somewhat easy to try and blend in and act normal. Miyoung had a pout on her face, looking around worried but Namjoon brightened her mood and every now and then another friend would stop by to greet her. Taehyung mostly clung to you and only drifted away when a friend would spark conversation with you but you were thankful he was around.
âY/n,â someone called out to you from across the room. You couldnât make them out through the crowd of people and it took a while before you spotted Jungkook making his way to your direction.
âJungkook,â you said with a nervous breath, looking around for Miyoung but she was off with Namjoon talking about god knows what.
âHow long have you been here? Why didnât you say anything?â Jungkook asked, slightly more energetic than usual. His hair was messy, with strands out of place, he wore a basic black tee and baggy jeans so why did he look good? Itâs still hard for you to wrap your mind around who this is.
Heâs gotten so muscular and just⊠more intimidating with his tattoo sleeve and piercings and itâs so unexpected but in a good way.
âI, um, you know, I just assumed you were busy,â you lied, looking around for one of your friends. Taehyung was at the table getting a drink and heâll be back soon to save you before Miyoung looks around.
Jungkook found himself looking around too, as if he could see what you did but he came up short, âDid you come with anyone?â
âYeah, Miyoung and a friend of mine,â you rushed the words out in hopes of sounding casual but Jungkook didnât even bat an eye.
âSo what are you doing alone?â He asked with a raised brow, taking a step closer to you, âActually, thereâs something thatâs been on my mind since last time I saw you and I uh⊠I havenât had the chance to say it.â
You blinked nervously, looking up at him and how close he was to you, âWhat is it?â
He licked his lips, playing with his lip rings shyly, âWell, I was wondering if you would like to get together some time, just you and I. Weâve never had the chance to hang out.â
âWeâre hanging out right now, arenât we?â You asked, feigning naivety that almost seemed teasing. In truth, you could sense what he was possibly asking and you needed him to stop. There was no reason for you two to hang out alone, no matter how much the thought made you giddy.
âI guess,â Jungkook couldnât help but let his eyebrows knit together in confusion. He took another step closer to you, hand on the wall behind you for support. , âBut I was still hoping⊠I know itâs probably kind of awkward but weâre grown, right? We can get together without worrying about anyone else.â
âWho says itâs because Iâm worried?â You asked with a hint of playfulness in an attempt to ease some of the growing tension caused by the way he looked at you, âWhere is this coming from all of a sudden?â
That made him crack a smile, âAll of a sudden?â
âYes, all of a sudden,â another voice added in from behind him and you jumped at the sound. Jungkook didnât bother to turn around, he was more focused on the way you tried to look behind him and meet Miyoungâs glare.
âWhereâd you run off to?â You asked, pushing past him making Jungkook slide his hand off the wall and roll his eyes at the disruption.
âSomewhere I felt wanted,â she said bitterly, eyes on Jungkook as she spoke to you, âLetâs go, Iâm bored.â
âI thought you were having a good tiââ
âIâm not, Y/n,â Miyoung almost snapped, âYou said we could have a drink and go. Weâve been here for like forever and I want to leave. Thatâs what we agreed on.â
âOkay, jeez, letâs go then,â You said with a sigh, âLet me find Taehyung.â
âGo, then,â Miyoung said, making you take a deep breath, trying to tell yourself she had a right to be upset. She didnât want you [as her best friend] talking to her ex boyfriend. And you did say you didnât have to stick around for longâŠ
âWhat?â Miyoung asked Jungkook with a roll of her eyes as she caught him staring, âDid I interrupt something?â
âYou still donât know how to speak to people like theyâre human beings,â Jungkook said simply, âAnd itâs sad to watch.â
âScrew you,â Miyoung scoffed, âYouâre just mad I stopped you from trying to ask my best friend out. My friends are off limits.â
âShe was my friend too,â Jungkook said as a reminder, âAnd I can do whatever I want. Youâre just childish.â
She snorted, âRight, says the guy who fumbled me.â
He couldnât seem to act mature anymore and before he stop himself he said, âRemember, youâre not the one I wanted anyway.â
He walked off without much care for how she felt and found his other friends, wondering who it was you ran off to find.
âTae, can we go now?â You asked your friend. Taehyung had found himself a group of people to entertain with his stories and had nearly forgotten who he had tagged along with until you pulled him to the side.
âUh, okay,â Taehyung cleared his throat awkwardly, âWhat happened? I thought everyone was having a good time.â
âMiyoung wants to leave,â You said with a small sigh, âShe saw me talking to Jungkook and I just donât want it to become this big problem so can we please just go?â
Taehyung placed an arm on your shoulder, leading you to Miyoung who waited at the door, âYeah, sure letâs go.â
The car had only stayed silent for the first half of the drive to Miyoungâs apartment. Somewhere between the last red light and this short stretch of road, a fire had been lit underneath her which made her start up again.
âSo what was that back there?â Miyoung asked from the backseat and you debated just acting asleep or like you were too drunk to listen properly. She leaned forward, looking at you closely.
âWhat do you mean?â You asked nervously.
âYou know exactly what I mean,â Miyoun said with an annoyed tone, âFirst you get invited to a party for my ex boyfriend and next thing I know the two of you are whispering in the corner looking like youâre about to kiss and like Iâm not even in the room.â
Taehyung had to bite his tongue from responding, worried that if he spoke too soon it would only make you seem more weak to her antics. He just tapped his fingers against the window trying to keep silent
âMiyoung,â You started with a sigh, âYouâre overreacting. It was nothing, weâre friendsââ
âSince when?â Miyoung scoffed, âYouâre supposed to be my friend, Y/n.â
âI am,â You said defensively, âAnd if you want to talk about this tomorrow then thatâs fine but right now itâs late and weâve all been having a decent time so donât ruin itâŠâ
âY/nâs right, letâs end the night on a good note,â Taehyung finally said but he seemed to go ignored by you two.
âYouâre not though, real friends wouldnât flirt with their best friendâs ex boyfriendââ
âYou two dated for less than five months and it was years ago,â You blurted out, âI knew him before that so donât act like Iâm betraying you.â
âOh my god, I knew youâd still be bitter I started seeing him,â Miyoung said, suddenly making you hide your face in your hand from exhaustion. âI didnât know you had a thing for him back then. You shouldâve said something instead of holding it against me like you do everything else.â
âWhat are you talking about?â You couldnât help but scoff.
Miyoungâs eyes narrowed suspiciously, âYou know exactly what Iâm talking about and itâs not fair.â
Taehyung took a deep breath, fingers clenched around the steering wheel unable to bite his tongue any longer, âMiyoung I donât think youâre being fair. Youâre clearly drunk and you just want to argââ
âShut up, Taehyung,â She snapped, slurring on her words a bit and not even realizing the car came to a stop in front of her building, âIâm not even talking you and you can stop acting like Y/nâs bodyguard because last time I checked sheâs a grown adult who could speak for herself. God, I swear everyone is the same. Just because Y/n is boring and insecure, doesnât mean she doesnât know how to speak for herself.â
âGet out. Weâre at your place so just go,â Taehyung said, annoyed with the harshness she was projecting on you, âY/n might put up with you but I wonât.â
With an irritated scoff, she swung the back door open, âFine, screw you guys too.â
The door slammed shut as she stormed up to her apartment and Taehyung waited till she was gone to say, âFuck, what did that girl drink? Y/n, why do you put up with that? Hey.â
You stayed silent for a moment letting her words sink in. Whatever, she yelled and threw a tantrum, thatâs fine, thatâs normal. But she seriously thinks youâre just a bore and maybe youâre starting to believe it too. If it werenât for you always being cautious over how she might feel about you and what you do, you wouldnât seem so boring.
Or was that just how you were and now youâre trying to say itâs because of Miyoung? Jeez, you just canât seem to make up your mind about anything but all you know is that⊠youâre not boring. Well, you donât have to be. If she wants to think that always backing up whatever she says makes you boring, then maybe itâs time you just do what you want even if she doesnât like it.
âTae, can you do me a favor,â You finally said, making him look over at you curiously. The car is still parked in front of Miyoungâs place and heâs been waiting for you to speak anyway, âWhat?â
âTake me back to the party please.â
Miyoung was wrong, if you were boring itâs because she made you boring. Anytime you did anything on your own, she always had to ruin it and you just let her. You just let Miyoung monopolize your time and make you her right-hand in everything. Youâve never gotten the chance to truly put yourself out there because you firmly believed you didnât compare.
Maybe you needed to stop overthinking and just do what you want, be confidentâor at least act like you are.
âY/n! Youâre back?â Yoongi asked once you made it to the party again, âLet me tell you, I was mad because I thought you left before even talking to me.â
âIâm so very sorry,â You said playfully, âBut do you know where Jungkook is?â
He seemed to freeze up, surprise written on his face and he looked down at you questioning. You held his gaze, watching the wheels turn in his head before he was blurting out, âI donât know. The bathroom?â
You blinked nervously, letting him slip away from you when someone called for him and were left standing there. Your mind was racing with ideas yet you couldnât think of what to do.
What did you expect coming back?
What does this prove?
You feel anxious and insecure and maybe she was right, youâre boring and you donât even speak up or do anything exciting.
âJungkook?â You called out to him as you walked down the hall of doors, knocking or opening whichever door you landed on. You got to the last door with a bated breath, realizing itâs a bedroom and closed yourself in.
Your sense of bravado had been short lived. Whatever burst of confidence you had was completely gone now that you sat alone in the guest room contemplating just going home or not.
In all honesty, this was stupid from the very beginning. You let Miyoungâs words get to you and you acted before you could think. You didnât need to prove anything. Plus, you donât want Jungkook. Maybe once before you did⊠but not⊠anymore?
God, you felt like an idiot.
âY/n?â
Your heart dropped with a sense of disbelief as you looked up. The once pitch black room was illuminated by a block of light from the open bathroom door. Jungkook stood at the doorway, brows furrowed as he looked at who sat on the bed.
âJungkook,â you cleared your throat awkwardly.
âYouâre back?â He asked, looking you up and down with a hint of suspicion. You nodded your head silently, making him blink with confusion.
You stood up from the bed suddenly, âAre you done in there?â
âUh, yeah,â he moved out of your way, watching you closely as you closed the door in his face before he could say anything else.
Maybe this had been a sign that you didnât want to talk to him but he couldnât bring himself to leave the privacy in the bedroom to go out where everyone else was. He could hear the faucet running but oblivious to how you wet your face to try and snap yourself out of this strange mood before drying off. When you opened the door, you didnât expect to see him standing there right in front of you.
âEverything alright?â He asked, halfway in the doorway, walking forward making you step deeper into the bathroom.
âYeah, everythingâs great,â you said with a strained smile, backing away, âJustâwhat about you? Has it been fun, this is all for you, right?â
âI guess,â Jungkook shrugged, âBut it would have been more fun if you stayed.â
âGood thing I came back then,â you couldnât help but laugh nervously, leaning against the sink counter.
âGood thing,â Jungkook licked his dry lips, âY/n, about what I was saying earlier⊠I would honestly like for us together sometime, just the two of us.â
A small, shy smile appeared on your lips as you thought about earlier and repeated yourself playfully, âWeâre hanging out right now, arenât we?â
âI guess,â he blinked in confusion, looking down at you and struggling to keep his composure. Your response was a bit of a let down since he hoped you had come back to see him and he should have known better. You would never take him seriously after his mess with Miyoung and he was always reaching for the stars thinking it could work out.
Plus, youâre too good for him. You always have been.
He canât explain why, but heâs always felt a sense of ease with you, like everything was perfect. As shameful as it is to admit, Miyoung had reasons to be worried.
When they dated⊠well, it didnât stop him from thinking about you from time to time. Miyoung was aware of it too and he looks back on it now and realizes how wrong he was then. It was wrong for him to think about you when he was never able to have you, and he will be much less now.
âAm I wrong? Is it not just the two of us now?â You asked, swallowing the lump in your throat and looking to the bathroom door which was closed some time ago.
âY/n,â he said it softly but you could sense his warning tone, like you were going to get yourself in trouble. Jungkook wanted to believe you were aware of what this looked like yet he knew there was a chance you werenât. He couldnât just go for it.
He could not just go for it.
Not even if you looked up at him with a look in your eyes that said you might want him toâŠ
He could be dreaming it up.
Would you want him to?
No. No way, you would never, thatâs how this all started right? You wouldnât want him the way he wanted you and youâll go be with someone else while he beats himself up for another failed attempt. Heâs not in college anymore, he canât make the same mistakes.
You do not want him.
âY/n,â he said with a sigh, âI think we should get out nââ
It was soft but sudden. One second he was giving up on everything he had been hoping for and was ready to go on once again without telling you how he really felt. The next, your lips were on his, barely giving him a chance to feel the tenderness of it before pulling away with a gasp.
âJungkook,â you covered your mouth with your hand, âOh my god. Iâm s-sorry, I, that was not okay. I shouldnât have done that.â
You were rambling, apologizing for doing it without asking him first but in all honesty, he couldnât hear you anymore. There was a strange ringing in his ear that only seemed to stop when he grabbed your face in his hands, and pulled you into a real kiss.
To keep yourself from leaning back too far, you wrapped your arms around his neck and met him the rest of the way. You kissed him back with an equal sense of urgency that had his eyes falling shut and letting himself get lost in the moment. Your lips were soft against his own and his lip rings felt cold on your tongue the first couple times.
At one point you surprised him by nipping at his piercings with a soft tug and it had his hands tightening around your waist, using his strength to pull you onto the counter with ease. It made it easier to kiss you and he let the small sigh you let out guide his tongue between your lips. Your hands were in his dark hair, and you surprised him with the way you took lead of the kiss. It felt like he was melting into you and it was doing things to him.
âY/n,â he mumbled softly, âI want you so bad.â
You pulled back from him with widened eyes. It was the first time you heard him sound that way and you knew he meant it. He looked at you with an intense gaze and it felt good to be looked at that way by him. You wanted him too, right? Thatâs why you came back. That's why you were so upset back then. Why canât you have him now?
What was really stopping you?
Nothing.
The second time he kissed you, you didnât hesitate from doing more and it had his mouth dropping when he felt your hand trace down his toned chest. He let that feeling motivate his hands to do the same to you and they ran along your sides till he could feel your front. His hands slipped under your top and found your chest, gently reaching to touch you as he kissed you with his tongue.
Your fingers trailed down his navel to the waistband of his jeans, tugging softly and teasingly that you felt the way he sucked in a shaky breath. When he didnât pull away to tell you to stop, you took it as a sign to go a little farther and undo the button and zipper. Jungkookâs rough fingers caressed your breasts ever so softly but with an added pressure that made you let out a small sigh, especially when he ran his thumb over your nipples.
He released a light groan against your lips when you got more confident in your actions and slipped into the hem of his Calvin Kleinâs. You barely touched his growing member but you felt it harden against you, the more attention you gave to it and it was all just exciting to you. His kisses were needy and his rough hands felt so good against your sensitive buds that you couldnât hold yourself back. You wanted to make him feel good too and you could tell you were.
Jungkook helped you tug his jeans down enough for you to have more reign over him and you touched his bare dick so softly. The first touch was light and teasing, like you were still letting him get lost in the feeling before you actually did anything but it was soft that it made a tingle run down his spine. Goosebumps rose on his skin and blood ran straight to his cock making it easier for you softly palm him to full hardness.
You circled your fingers around his tip, softly running your thumb around the ring feeling him twitch with need and softly sliding down to his base.
His movement grew rougher, he was no longer softly caressing your breasts but more groping, never getting enough for the softness of them. When you began to stroke him gently, he found it hard to keep himself from digging his nails into your flesh to ground himself and it made a hand of his fall to your leg. His palm was wide and flat against your inner thigh, tracing his lips down your jaw and to your neck to try and distract himself from getting too lost into the feeling.
âFuck,â he huffed, licking his dry lips as he began to slowly fuck into your closed fist, deaf to the sound of music just outside the bedroom you two were hiding in. The bathroom felt even smaller at this point yet he couldnât bring himself to put a stop to it now. Especially not when your hand began to fuck his cock faster, with more vigor as he twitched in your hold making his nails dig into your thigh harshly.
Your skirt was scrunched up around your hips at this point and he could see the soft blue of your laced underwear and couldnât stop himself anymore. He had grown too curious to have you and with his hand so close already, he let his thumb trace along your covered folds.
They were already sensitive at this point and his sudden touch made your insides tighten with arousal, your back straightened in surprise and a light moan left your lips. The sound snapped his attention away from his own pleasure and when he did it again, he swallowed your moan with his mouth on yours.
He couldnât take thing slow anymore, especially not when his dick felt so close to the edge already and was trying not to cum all over your hand and so soon.
You were withering against him, squirming on the counter to feel more of his hand against your heat. Your fingers tightened in his hair when he reached under to the hem of your panties, pulling them down as far as he could. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he tugged them down your thighs. Jungkook pulled away from your lips with a slight groan as he brought his fingers to your lips. He pressed into your bottom lip watching close as you drew your mouth open and took them in. As you licked between two fingers, your handâs stroking sped up with more pressure that had him pushing them deeper down your throat.
When he pulled them out there was an obvious line of drool connecting his fingertips to your lips and he brought his hand between your legs once more. The mixture between his rough fingers and the slick that now coated them made a tingle run down your spine when they ran along your folds. You pinched the fabric of his shirt as he circled your hardening clit with his middle finger while his index finger began to tease your sensitive labor.
He ran the longer finger down your slit, dipping into the puddle of arousal that formed at your center before using it to wet your clit and massage you gently.
You looked into his eyes as he finally pressed his middle finger into your waiting cunt, giving you a second to respond and he couldnât help but let his lips slip open with heavy breaths. Your hand stopped its actions as you took in the feeling of him pulling out his finger before pushing it forward once more. Each time felt hotter than the last and it made him want to take things further. When he thought you adjusted enough, he teased the tip of his ring finger in with his middle one and kept a steady pace of thrusting.
At this point you began to stroke him again, rubbing against his mushroom tip where a thick vein was felt along the underside of it. Your hips had began to move with the motion of his hand and you were fucking his fingers into you while fucking his cock with a closed fist. The both of you were left speechless, unsure how long you had been locked away in the bathroom but not caring either.
You felt more impatient than him but you couldnât help it. You canât remember the last time you let someone else touch you and none felt quite like this. Jungkook seemed to know where to kiss, where to press or pay attention to and he never left a part of you untouched. Even now as he thrusted his fingers into you, his other hand was at your chest again, fingers pinching your nipple and tugging harshly but it brought little whines from your lips.
âJungkook,â You were breathlessly calling for him and youâre sure that if your back wasnât to the mirror, you would be able to see how desperate you looked to him. Your other hand was on his hips, pulling him forward in hopes of getting him to get the hint that you needed more, âFuck me.â
âWhat?â He asked with heavy breaths, looking down at the way the tip of his cock pressed against your inner thigh now, âReally?â
âPlease,â You found yourself begging, desperately begging for him to give you something and oh, how it worked.
His eyes rolled back at the soft sound of your begs and with a hand on your thigh, he pulled you harshly to the edge of the counter. He placed his hand over yours and stroked himself once, twice, to slick his member with your arousal and his own.
His cock was hot to the touch and pointed straight to your waiting entrance. He had made such a mess of you already that when he pressed his tip into your clit, it nearly slid down from how wet you are. You had to bite your lip to keep from whining too loud when he teased you with that repeated motion, wetting his tip more and feeling the way your walls tightened and released for him.
Your back was fully against the mirror now, legs open waiting for him and you were getting impatient. The anticipo had been building up for too long and you brought your hand between your legs. All it took was a soft push down for his cock to sink into your waiting pussy.
His jaw went slack at the sudden tightness of it, he hadnât expected it to be so snug. His tip barely pushed against the ring of nerves and your facial expression matched his own when he kept going. He held your thighs open, guiding himself in with a deep breath.
âFucking hell,â he growled lowly, hands trembling as he kept you open and ready to take him in. He looked up at your eyes, completely enamored by the way your features softened with pleasure. Your eyes were glazed over with obvious lust that made him want to just fuck you into oblivion.
âOh my god,â your hand circled around his neck, pulling him into a sloppy wet kiss that left him biting your lip softly. He groaned against your lips as he picked up the pace of his thrusting, letting his cock drag against your puffy walls so that you could feel every juncture on his length. Your back was arched into him, your chest nearly pressed against his and he snuck his arm around your waist to pull you firmly against him.
âThatâs it baby,â Jungkook groaned into your ear, gripping onto the counter with his free hand to fuck you better. You were on the edge of the sink and he bucked his hips up to reach that pleasure spot he had found with his fingers just moments ago and had you moaned loudly into his ear, âYou sound pretty, tell me how it feels.â
âFeels good,â you whispered softly against his neck, lips teasing kisses against his skin that made the veins in his arms bulge, âDonât stop, please.â
âNgh, Y/n, beg for me,â Jungkook said with a deep voice filled with lust as he fucked you with all his strength. There were too many layers of clothing between you but neither of you seemed to have the time or energy to tear them off. You were both too focused on the pleasure that came from feeling his skin against yours.
Your legs tightened around his waist forcing more of his length into your sopping cunt and his fingers pinched your sides roughly. Without thinking, Jungkook lifted you off the counter. You clung to him as he stepped back and he needed a second to just feel the way your pussy tightened around his hard, thick cock. He wanted to dig into your guts and it was nasty how badly he wanted to have you cum all over him.
It was so unexpected because you always came off as a quiet, reserved person but here you were letting him tear you in two with his fat dick. Jungkook used his strength to push you against the door, letting you drop onto his length before backing his hips up and pistoning them back into you.
âFuck, I canât,â your legs tightened around him with your face digging into his neck, âJungkook, baby, I canât.â
âYou can,â He whispered, pressing you firmly into the wall, âCome on baby, take it.â
âToo much,â You whined, squeezing your eyes shut as he picked up the pace and you searched around for something to hold. Your hand tightened around the doorknob, trying to anchor yourself as he fucked you so good you could barely focus on anything but the pleasure, âIâm so close.â
Jungkookâs hand held you firmly by the waist while the other cupped your ass, groping you harshly as he fucked you onto his length trying to make you cum, âCum baby, for me. Yeah?â
âYeah,â you moaned, âKiss me, please?â
He didnât hesitate to do so, kissing you with tongue as you clung to him, moaning into his ear and shaking slightly. His knees buckled tightly to hold you up and just as he gave one final thrust to the hilt, he felt your orgasm hit you.
Your walls tightened around him, nearly bringing him to his own orgasm before feeling his tip get flooded with your release. His thighs shook with the pressure of it and he felt his strength leaving him. His abdomen grew tense and he pushed you back to the counter where you let your head fall back with pleasure. You swallowed dryly, panting heavily, âOh my god.â
You were sweaty, tired and overall unsure what to think but your mind hadnât cleared yet. All you could focus on was the way Jungkookâs dick throbbed painfully hard when he pulled out of you with a slight pop. You eyed his red member, slightly hypnotized by how pretty it looked and you dropped to your knees wordlessly.
Jungkook watched you slip down on your knees in front of him and it took him a moment to process what was going on. He was hard, so fucking hard he couldnât think straight and it wasnât until your hands held his thighs, eyeing his cock hungrily did he realize what you wanted to do. He brought a hand fo attempt and gently brush your hair back, âY/n, baby, you donât have tâoh fuck.â
His jaw went slack when your hands circled his base, your lips on his tip and taking him down your throat suddenly. Your nose brushed against the base of his cock, eyes watering as you tried relaxing your throat around him and he nearly stumbled back with surprise, âY/n.â
You ignored his call of your name, and began to bob your head against his length, your tongue licking along the thick vein you discovered earlier and feeling his hands sink into your hair to guide you, âThatâs it, fuck.â
Jungkook looked at his reflection in the mirror, turned on by the way your head was seen bobbing against his length and his body was overheating so much he had to pull his shirt over his toned chest to cool down. It gave him a perfect view of the way his cock disappeared between your lips.
The thought of having you like this hadnât dawned on him yet but now he couldnât forget it. The memory would always be ingrained in his mind and although he doesnât know if heâll never get a chance to do this again, he couldnât hold it in any longer.
You gradually began to pick up the pace, using your hands to hold closed fists around his cock to help stroke what didnât fit in your mouth. You swallowed and bobbed around his dick hungrily, moaning around him and hollowing your cheeks when you would pull your head back until only his tip was between your lips.
As ashamed as he was to admit it, he wasnât going to be able to hold himself back anymore. Still wanting to warn you, he tried to guide your head off him, âIâm close.â
All it did was push you to take him deeper, stopping when he hit the back of your throat and sucked. Jungkookâs eyes squeezed shut with a loud growl as his orgasm hit him harder than it had in a very long time.
You coughed as his cum sprayed down your throat, thick and creamy with a bittersweet taste that you tried to lick up. You wouldâve cleaned him off fully despite his legs shaking but he pulled you off. He pulled his softening dick out of your wet mouth with a huff, panting heavily as he looked down at you.
âY/n,â his voice was dry, pulling you up to your feet, âThat wasâŠâ
He couldnât even get the words out as he watched you lick the corner of your lips and without thinking about it, he pulled you into a heated kiss. You kissed him back with need, moaning against him as his tongue circled around yours hungrily, not caring for the way he tased on you. You only broke away to catch your breath, realization dawning at you as you looked at his messy appearance that surely mirrored yours.
You sat against the counter for a moment, attempting to catch your breath as Jungkook did the same. The two of you were silently readjusting your clothes again and you needed just a moment to yourself. He looked at you, buttoning his jeans back up, âIs everything⊠okay?â
âYeah, um, can I just get a minute,â You said with a hoarse voice trying to pretend like you couldnât see the way his shoulders slumped down. With a short nod of his head, he left the bathroom to let you wash up and for a moment you just looked at yourself in the mirror.
Your reflection looked different, maybe because what you had just done was so out of character and with your best friendâs ex but⊠why did it feel right?
Jungkook wondered what would happen now, if you expected him to leave the room or wait for you but he wanted to be with you. He didnât want to walk out and think that because he got something heâs been wanting for years now, heâll just leave. He knows the others are looking for him, mostly because heâs gotten a few texts now asking where heâs at but he canât bring it in himself to care. When you opened the bathroom door into the dark room, he looked like a deer caught in headlights, rushing to his feet, âAre you sure everything is fine?â
âYeah, yes,â you nodded stiffly, âIf you want to go out there with everyone else thatâs fine. I wonât be upset or anything.â
âWell, I was kind of wondering if you wanted to come back to mine?â
The first thing you noticed the following morning aside from the sun shining down on your face was the heavy arm across your waist. It made your eyes flutter awake with a small huff leaving your lips as you attempted to stretch your limbs but it tightened around you, securing you closer to Jungkookâs naked chest.
âMorning,â he mumbled sleepily into your hair as he hugged you closer.
âWhat time is it?â You asked awkwardly, trying to sit up making his arm slide to your hips instead. You reached for your cell phone, eyes widening by the number of text messages.
miyoung: bye I was drunkkkkkk đł
miyoung: did I đ€ź at all?
miyoung: r u alive
miyoung: helloooooooo
A quiet sigh escaped your lips as you read it over. Either she couldnât remember how upset she was in the car or sheâs going to pretend like nothing at all happened.
God, what did you do?
âY/n,â Jungkook grumbled tiredly, âLay back down.â
âI should go,â You bit your lip nervously. If Miyoung forgot what happened last night then maybe she forgot about Jungkook asking you and wonât know you⊠slept with him. Fuck, were you a bad friend?
He dated your best friend and dumped her out of the blue making it obvious he wanted nothing to do with her and here you are letting him fuck you in the bathroom. What did that make you? You had a poor lapse of judgment last night, you acted out of character and hadnât been behaving like yourself at all.
âWhy?â He sat up suddenly, âYou donât work today, right? Why donât we go grab breakfastâwell, brunch.â
You looked down at him, unable to stop yourself from taking in his appearance. He had bed hair, no shirt on and his blanket draped over his waist. He failed to take off his jewelry last night so he still wears silver chain necklaces around his neck and leather bracelets. You couldnât possibly spend time with him still. It wasnât right, right?
Just as you were ready to give him your answer, your phone began to vibrate with an incoming call. You looked down at the screen and a picture of you and Miyoung displayed on the screen that had Jungkook huffing quietly and laying back down, close to giving up.
In all honesty, you werenât in the mood to talk to her. It still bothered you by how harsh she was last night but thereâs a chance she doesnât even remember and⊠âHello?â
âTell me why I have a raging headache when I barely drank last night?â Miyoung said immediately once the call went through, âItâs your fault yâknow for upsetting me.â
You couldnât see her but she was walking on a treadmill in her apartment acting like everything was completely normal. Jungkook didnât care for your conversation either but he was focused on the way you looked first thing in the morning.
You looked cute, undeniably cute with circles under your eyes and a disheveled appearance. You wore an oversized shirt of his so you wouldnât have to sleep in such uncomfortable clothes and he loved it. You looked good in his clothes.
Without thinking, he sat up and pressed his lips to yours in a short and surprising kiss. You flinched back with confusion, nearly dropping your phone in the process but he backed away with a small smile. You tried to glare at him but you couldnât stop from smiling and it annoyed you when he placed a gentle kiss against your neck that made you feel flustered. You almost forgot you were on the phone when he leaned in for a kiss again and one you would surely grant.
âBut I forgive you,â Miyoung said suddenly.
âWhat?â
âI forgive you, Iâm over it,â Miyoung said with a shrug you couldnât see, âOur friendship means more to me than Jungkook and I know you would never do anything that you know would upset me so⊠itâs whatever. In the past.â
âWait,â You held up a hand to Jungkook as you said it to the both of them, âWhen did I apologize?â
He stopped immediately, looking at you with concern as Miyoung went on, âI mean, we both know you were going to. Iâm just letting you know itâs alright.â
âNo, Miyoung, I wasnât going to,â you couldnât help but scoff, âI havenât done anything wrong.â
Technically.
Jungkook raised his brows, surprised by your tone and a little turned on? Was that okay to say?
âI didnât mean it like that, but you know⊠you were flirting with the guy who dumped me,â Miyoung said, âItâs fine, whatever, you want to flirt with Jungkook, I donât care anymore I just thought I meant more to you as a friend.â
You didnât say anything for a moment as you looked down at Jungkook who couldnât seem to go more than a minute without attention. He had your free hand in his measuring your size difference and you released a sigh, âYou know what, Iâm kind of busy right now so Iâll call you later.â
Miyoung wasnât able to get a word in before you ended the call, turning your attention to Jungkook, âYouâre getting me in trouble, sir.â
âIâm terribly sorry,â he said, biting back a grin, âHow should I make it up to you? Brunch?â
âYouâre still thinking about that?â You asked with a slight laugh.
It was strange trying not to let your best friendâs feelings bring you down too.
âIâm hungry,â Jungkook said, hand on his toned stomach for detail.
âI donât have clothes or, I donât know, a toothbrush,â you couldnât help but sound sarcastic, falling back on the bed with an arm on his chest.
âDonât worry, I got you.â
In the end you caved to his incessant begging and found yourself dressed as casual as ever with an oversized tee and the skirt you wore last night clashing horribly. The only thing that had you regretting it was what stood [parked] in front of you.
âYouâre not serious, are you?â You asked as you watched him walk up to you with a helmet in his hands, âI canât get on that.â
âYou can,â Jungkook said, putting it over your head, âIâm a very safe driver.â
âWhat about your car?â You asked nervously as he buckled[?] you into the head gear, âCanât we just go in that.â
âWe can but that wonât impress you,â Jungkook snorted a laugh as he got his own helmet on, âCome on Y/n, I wonât kill you, donât worry.â
With a small sigh you nodded, letting him lead you to the bike and he swung a leg over to straddle it and patted the seat right behind him. Frankly, you didnât care that you were in a skirt. You know that thereâs an appropriate way for people in skirts to straddle something but you cared more about living so you straddled it the way he did. Jungkook couldnât help but smile as he felt the softer touch of your hands on his waist and without saying a word, he pulled you into him suddenly. Your chest was pressed to his back and your arms snug around his waist.
âAtta girl, no time to be shy now,â he chuckled, feeling you smack his arm playfully.
If he were being honest, he liked this side of you. Heâs never seen it before and it was breathtaking and enjoyable. Before when you were just classmates you were still stand offish from him and the only night he got you to open up was the first time he ran into you and met Miyoung. It was short lived and once he dated her, he rarely got to see you alone.
When he got back, you would barely even look at him yet whatever spurred last nightâs events seemed to open up new possibilities for you two. You havenât talked about what happened but heâs expecting it almost excitedly.
Jungkookâs hand ran up your thighs, securing you to him as he started up the motorcycle, feeling the smoothness of your leg and teasing the end of your skirt with a small tug, âReady?â
He felt you squeeze harder before taking off.
The cafe was small and filled with warmth making this feel oddly close to a date⊠which is probably because it was? Youâre still not sure how to take it.
âDid I really get you in trouble?â Jungkook asked as he cut his breakfast sandwich in half before doing the same with yours. When you looked at him he looked concerned by the notion. You didnât have to ask to know what he was referring to and you couldnât help but sigh, âNot really, sorry, it was more my fault than anyââ
âWhy though?â Jungkook cut you off, âWhy is it always your fault? You canât talk to me now?â
âYou know we didnât just talk,â you bit your lip nervously. You couldnât meet his gaze and he didnât like that.
He huffed in annoyance, âBut she doesnât know, or does she? I mean, what does it matter?â
âYou dated. Sheâs my best friend and it bothers her, I already feel guilty for what happened last nightânot that I regret it, donât get me wrong but⊠well, itâs just confusing and it upsets her,â You rambled, still defending Miyoung even when she was slowly getting under your skin.
âWe dated so long ago, it was such a short fling,â Jungkook said with a laugh as he went back to eating, âAnd she dumped me so why does it matter if you and I get together?â
âI donât know, I just⊠sheâs my best frieâwait, what did you say?â You met his stare suddenly making him set down his coffee cup to answer.
âShe dumped me so why canât you and IâŠâ he stopped. Did you mean for him to repeat the part about being with you? Did you want him to say it again, maybe use the right words this time?
Why is he saying Miyoung dumped him? You remember the day exactly.
Miyoung called you while you were studying in the library late one night, not fully in tears but clearly under duress and she couldnât stop herself from letting her emotions get to her. She went on to tell you how Jungkook dumped her suddenly over a phone call because he wasnât interested anymore and was just using her or something.
You remember because you left the library to go comfort her and you almost ran into him on campus and he wouldnât even look you in the eyeâŠ
He dumped her because he got bored, thatâs why she asked you to stop talking to him. He was just like every other guy according to her and you owed her the promise to avoid him. It was you who introduced them anyway andâŠ
Why is it that any guy youâve ever thought youâve liked would fall for her instead, only to dump her and in return make her ask you to not speak to them again?
Jungkook wasnât the first so when she asked you to avoid him, it bothered you a little but you soon got over it and did as told.
You always do as told without questioning it.
âYou broke up with her.â
He chuckled, shaking his head no, âI was going to but she beat me to it. I donât know how honest you want me to be this early in the day.â
âTell me,â you urged him on.
âI wanted to break up with her but I had this sick feeling that I wasnât going to be able to talk to you as much anymore or it would be awkward so I stuck it out,â Jungkook said it with a shrug, âBut then she dumped me and suddenly you wonât even look at me so it was worse for me, I guess.â
Your eyebrows stitched together with confusion, âWhat are you saying? Why did you care if I talked to you or not? You went for Miyoung the second you met herââ
âThatâs not true, actually,â Jungkook confessed, deciding if you wanted honesty he would give it even if it embarrassed him, âI wanted you.â
âAnd when I met her, I was obviously there at the bar trying to talk to you but she kept butting in and next thing I know, you were off talking to Yoongi and ignoring me,â Jungkook went on, âTo be honest, I was kind of insecure back then, like really insecure and I was trying to get you to notice me but everytime someone would cuââ
âJungkook, stop, I just⊠no, you did not like me, you dated Miyoung,â You cut him off, fidgeting in your seat anxiously, âItâs fine, itâs in the past.â
âNo itâs not fine and I asked how honest you wanted me to be and you told me to tell you so Iâm going to,â Jungkook said more seriously, âI was insecure, alright? I had just moved to the city and I shared class with this pretty, incredibly smart girl who would barely give me any time of day. Honestly it was kind of depressing, I was kinda depressed at the time and I needed a boost to talk to you so I asked Miyoung and⊠she said you were into someone else so I was pretty bummed out. Then sheâs kind of just everywhere and she actually tries to talk to me so when she asks me out, I say yes but I realize I still have to see you.â
âAnd I liked being around you even though I probably shouldnât have because technically I was dating her at this point and I realized that I practically screwed up whatever chance I might have had with you,â Jungkook couldnât stop himself anymore. He was saying whatever was on his mind, barely giving you time to process any of it before continuing, âYes, I know itâs fucked up because whenever I thought it might work and I might catch real feelings for her, you would came around and they just went out the window. So it was getting harder and harder to keep pretending and I wanted to break up with her but I was worried you wouldnât talk to me anymore.â
âShe beat me to it and dumped me because she was bored and I was relieved, honestly, but then I see you on campus and you canât even look at me anymore,â Jungkook cleared his throat, âThen life went on, I moved away, moved back, ran into you again andâŠâ
âAnd what?â You asked breathlessly, lips dry and completely frozen in your seat.
He looked at you warmly, âI found you, everything just came back and I knew I didnât want to lose you a second time. I wanted to ask you out the first night at the bar but you didnât even want to talk to me so I tried again last night and you were so ready to blow me off when Miyoung came along. I donât know what made you come back to the party and I donât want you thinking Iâm some sleazy guy who acts like that with just anyone. I was just⊠it was unexpected and I had been waiting years for something to happen between us.â
Suddenly, this didnât feel like an easy brunch inside a warm and cozy cafe anymore. In all honesty, it felt a little suffocating now and you donât know how to explain it, but you didnât want to be here. So much has just been thrown at you and you donât think you can handle it all.
What did he mean that he liked you first?
Why had Miyoung told him you were into someone else? You learned to stop sharing who you liked with her so long ago and had never once told her anything like that in school. Why couldnât she just have asked you? Why did she ask him out after he made it known he wanted you?
You donât care that he said yes, that really was in the past for you. Now youâre more focused on why someone who was supposed to be your best friend would act so sneaky? What did she gain from it?
Why did she lie and say he dumped her? Was it just so she can paint him as a villain and make you not want to talk to him anymore? Why would she do that?
âY/n?â He called your name waiting for you to respond to him but you just sat there stunned, âIâm sorry, I know I was a piece of shit for dating her when I wanted you buâY/n.â
Your mind is filled with questions that you couldnât answer and it was overwhelming. The cafe felt suddenly overwhelming and you just had to get out of there, so you did.
âEarth to Y/n, I donât know how long you plan on ignoring the world but I know youâre not too busy with work to ignore your friends.â
Tacky, Taehyung was so very tacky leaving a concerning voicemail. Who left voicemails these days?
And he was being dramatic, heâs acting like youâve fallen off the face of the Earth but thatâs not true. Youâve just been holed up at either the office or your home for the past week, avoiding any call or text from anyone so you could be alone with your thoughts.
Alright itâs been over a week, almost two and maybe it is a little concerning but youâre telling yourself youâre just being dramatic.
âY/n you better open the door before I break it down,â Taehyungâs muffled voice boomed from the other side of your front door and you begrudgingly went to let him in.
âRelax, Iâm not dead,â You muttered under your breath as you let him in.
âDamn near!â Taehyung said loudly as he let himself through the door, âWhat is up with you? You havenât responded to any text I was beginning to get worried.â
âSorry,â you mumbled as you flopped down onto your couch, âIâve just been tired.â
âToo tired to answer the phone?â Taehyung asked sitting down next to you, âMiyoung, I get. Ignore her all you want but me? What did I ever do to you? Whatâs up with you? I havenât talked to you since the party. Did something happen?â
With a small sigh, you let your head rest against the back of the couch, âI slept with Jungkook.â
âReally?â Taehyung seemed genuinely surprised, âSo fallout with Miyoung Iâm assuming? Look, I personally donât get why you try to make her happy but sheâll get over it. Did you like it? Like him?â
âYes, I donât know, Iâm confused, I donât know what to believe anymore,â you admitted, âAnd I feel so dumb because this shouldnât be a big deal.â
âAlright well I need you to rewind and explain things better so my pea brain can handle it,â Taehyung made himself comfortable, âYouâve gone Ghost for over a week, I want to know why. Was it because of Jungkook? Miyoung? If you think sleeping with him makes you a bad friend theââ
âSheâs a liar,â you cut in, âAnd it shouldnât bother me so much because sheâs my best friend but thatâs why it bothers me, Tae. Iâve known her for so long, and Iâve always tried to be a good friend to her but it was never enough. So I tried harder and harder because who else would be there for me like her but⊠now that Iâm looking back on it, I donât think sheâs ever cared about me as much as I care about her and it sucks, honestly.â
Taehyung wanted to tell you so many people cared about you but he wanted you to say whatever you needed to say first.
âYou know what Jungkook said? He said Miyoung knew he apparently liked me before and still asked him outâand lied about how I felt about him,â You said, âAnd okay, why would I fight over a guy with my best friend but now that Iâm thinking about it⊠itâs fucked up right? She lied that he dumped her and begged me to avoid him. You saw how she acted the other night just because he talked to me. What was that about?â
You werenât going to go into full detail about the past because you owed Jungkook enough to not tell Taehyung about everything he said but he needed context.
âAnd I know itâs in the past so I should just move on but I canât,â You admitted, âI still like him but if I⊠I get with him Miyoung would never let me forget that she dated him first, even if he liked me. Itâs just all so confusing and overwhelming and it sucks that Iâm letting it get to me like this but⊠itâs not fair.â
Once again, Taehyung didnât say anything but he could tell you were feeling emotional by the way your voice began to shake.
âI like him, and not in the way I liked him before but I like this new him too, and itâs not fair that even if she lied or even if she snaps at me about shit that doesnât matter, I will still feel guilty,â You finished.
âY/n,â Taehyung cleared his throat, âObviously I donât know everything that happened back then but⊠I think that if you feel for him what he feels for you, it shouldnât matter what she says. And honestly, I just⊠I wish you could see that there are so many people who care about you so much and you donât have to put up with being belittled by someone who is supposed to be your best friend just because you have history. It doesnât matter if itâs in the past, if itâs upsetting you now then clearly it still matters so donât try to downplay your emotions.â
âBut sheâs my best friend,â your lip quivered.
âThen what am I?â He forced his lip to quiver as well.
âYouâre my best friend too,â you sniffled.
Taehyung mimicked your expression, âThen as your best friend, Iâm telling you to stop trying to make excuses for people who donât treat you rightâand go fix it with this guy.â
âBuââ
âY/n, I know you,â Taehyung sighed, âAnd I know that youâre not going to do anything if you think it upsets her but she doesnât deserve a friend like you. You deserve to go be with whoever you want. I donât care about what she says and at this point neither should you. I know that right now itâs confusing and youâre overwhelmed but if youâve been ignoring me youâve been ignoring himâI hope because if itâs just me thatâs coldâand if the girl I had feelings for ghosted me⊠Iâd be hurt.â
Jungkook was not hurt. He was⊠y'know, perfectly fine and thatâs what he kept telling himself. Itâs not like you made any real sign of feeling something for him too after hooking up and maybe that had just been a casual, one time thing. He can handle that, heâs grown.
Sure, he sort of spilled his damn heart out to you just for you to storm off on him and not reach out to him in days but heâs not bothered by it at all. Thatâs why when his two closest friends called Saturday night asking him to go clubbing⊠he said yes.
It was a chance to possibly let it go, forget it even, but it wasnât easy. He was aware that he was possibly reading too into what happened the other night but could you blame him? Youâre suddenly all about him and spend the night at his place where you wake up in his arms before going out to eat. It was like the perfect set up for a what if yet it went all wrong. Clearly it was his fault for being hopeful.
âSo who else did you say is meeting us here?â Jungkook asked Hoseok for confirmation as he passed him a drink. The music played loudly in his eardrums that it was borderline painful and he wanted to leave more than anything but there was that stupid what if in his head.
âJiminâs joining later on and so is Namjoon and his girl,â Hoseok said as he made sure everyone else had what they ordered, âOh, and Y/n too, I think.â
âY/n?â Jungkook tried clarifying. Hoseok smiled, âI know, itâs weird, Y/n seriously rarely comes out but all of a sudden sheâs starting to more. I mean, lately she has, probably since around the time you got back?â
Jungkook let his friend go off to do whatever he wanted while he stood there seemingly frozen. Tonight would be the first time in days that he sees youâtalks to youâand heâs not sure how to handle it. Thereâs nothing he can do about it either because he hasnât confided in anyone yet but itâs painfully obvious that heâs waiting for you.
Yoongi noticed first, like he usually did, and tried talking to him, âWhatâs up with you? Youâve been antsy since the party, will you finally tell me where you ran off to?â
âYeah man, donât think we didnât notice when you disappeared,â Jin said with a slight wink, âWe just want to know with who.â
âY/n.â
He could see you from the corner of his eye when you joined them at a table they had found. You came with Jimin by your side and a shy smile on your face. He assumed it was Hoseok who had screamed your name considering how he hogged your attention with a huge grin and Jungkook felt nervous all of a sudden.
As embarrassing as it was, Jungkook had nearly forgotten what he was asked until he looked back at Yoongi and Jin who looked at him expectantly. A nervous laugh escaped his lips as he shrugged, âDid you guys miss me too much?â
âSneaky guy, donât change the subject,â Jin laughed before letting Jungkook shift his attention back to you, making it painfully obvious where he was focused.
You felt a little nervous to be out tonight but after what you had talked about with Taehyung, you knew he was right. You acted strange with Jungkook after he opened up his side of things to you and it was plain wrong. Part of you isnât even sure if heâs actually interested or not since he didnât reach out to you this week and it made you wonder if he was really upset.
And if he was, would that mean that he didnât want to speak to you?
âI need a drink,â you mumbled to yourself more than to the others but it made a good excuse to at least try. You looked at Jungkook for the first time since you got there and cleared your throat to awkwardly ask, âJungkook, do you mind going with me?â
âGet me another, will ya?â Yoongi asked with a sudden wink that made Jungkook do a double take. Was he winking over the drink or him leaving with you?
He nodded his head in response and without question followed you to the bar once more. The bar was packed from all sides and Jungkook had to fight his way to the counter working as a barrier from people pushing at you. If he were to be honest, he wanted to skip the questions and get close to you again but he had to stay strong. He needed answers, right?
âAre we good?â Was the only thing he could think to ask.
You looked at him warmly, sitting down on the stool at the counter with him standing close to you, his hand itching to reach for you. Your lip caught between your teeth as you nodded, âAre we?â
For some reason he didnât expect to be asked that back. It made him wonder if he thought you were. It was undeniably embarrassing to have you walk out on him like that after he thought it had been going good but did that mean he was truly upset with you?
âYeah,â he nodded stiffly, blinking nervously and looking to the bartender who noticed them a while ago but had to attend to earlier customers first, âBut uh, I guess I am just a little confused by it all. Did I do something to upset you? Was it what I said?â
âNo, no, Iâm sorry, it wasnât you,â You blurted out, âIt was me, I wasnât thinking straight and I feel really bad about leaving like that.â
âThen why didnât you just call or even text me?â Jungkook asked honestly, âI⊠I think thatâs what bothered me the most.â
You looked down at your hands, âI'm sorry. I didnât talk to anyone, seriously, and I did think about reaching out to you but I donât know, Iâm really bad at explaining things.â
âWell can you try? I know it was sudden but I thought it had been going good,â Jungkook said and the longer he tried getting to the bottom of this, the more annoyed he felt that you couldnât just say it, âI think Iâve made it clear now how I feel about you and all Iâm asking is for you to do the same.â
âIâyes,â you stumbled over your words, âI mean, Iâm trying to be clear now but Iâm doing a shit job at it. I did have a good time with you but it was honestly, really out of character for me to yknow⊠and then the whole Miyoung thing and Iâm sorry but it was just a lot all at once. Itâs definitely not fair to you that I acted that way, but I do have feelings for you.â
He let out a sigh, feeling unsure how to take it and stuck between wanting to smile in relief and wanting to be upset. You didnât text him, nothing. How is that fair? He wanted to reach out to you but after the way you left he thought he would just make it worse if he kept bothering you. The bartender finally got to you two and he let you speak first as he tried gathering his thoughts a little more.
âBut what does this mean?â Jungkook asked now, âI want you and you want me, right? So, what does this mean Y/n because right now Iâm still confused by it all. If itâs because of Miyoung thenââ
âNo, itâs not, honestly,â You said, reaching for him, pinching the bottom of his shirt between your fingers to pull him toward you, âI don't care what she thinks anymore, I like you and I should have just said that from the beginning.â
The pull was harsh and had him looking down with his lips slightly parted in surprise, âY/n, youâre not being fair.â
You knew it. You knew you probably ruined your chance now and coming to see him had just been a waste. You nearly let go of him when he continued, âYou canât ignore me and walk out on me and then just tell me you want me too, expecting everything to be fine.â
He had to be tough. He canât just let it go even though youâre saying everything he wants to hear.
âYouâre right, Iâm sorry,â you said with a slight frown, âI can leave if you want me to.â
âUgh,â he groaned, unable to help himself anymore as he closed the distance between you two. He circled an arm around you and pulled you into a hug, âWhy would I want you to leave when Iâve been waiting for you to get here?â
âWhat?â You asked, hands finding his waist as he held you, âI thought you were mad.â
âI was,â Jungkook said, âSo you donât know how annoyed I am with myself right now. All it takes is for you to sweet talk me a bit and give me those eyes of yours for me to fold, thatâs embarrassing.â
âJungkook,â you said, âIâm sorry, I shouldnât have walked out like that. I should have texted you and if you want to be mad, I get it. If you want to think it over anââ
âAnd what if I donât?â He asked looking down at your pouty lips and glossy eyes, âWhat if I just want to let it go and be with you without any more problems? Can I do that?â
His tone was surprisingly firm and you couldnât do anything but nod, âOkay.â
It didnât change the fact that you still felt bad because it seemed like you were being let off the hook easily but what else could you do? Jungkook really did seem ready to move past it and thatâs why you came here in the first place. You just hadnât expected it to be so easy and it made you feel bad.
When your drinks were ready, you opened up a tab despite his protests to just put it on his and the two of you got back to the group like nothing had happened. There was still a lot that needed to be talked about before you told anyone about what happened but itâs not like they were all oblivious.
Jimin, for instance, had been keeping an eye on you two at the bar since you left and had seen the majority of your conversation but he didnât bring it up. Instead he watched silently for your little glances in each otherâs direction and shy smiles. It was obvious to Yoongi too that Jungkook was in a much better mood now than earlier and it wasnât hard for him to figure out why.
Perhaps for the same reason you had suddenly started joining them more often, being more comfortable too.
It had been a slow start for the two of you after the night at the club. Neither one of you seemed to want to rush into things but at times there was a strong pull. Tonight was going to be your first official date but you were keeping that information to your friends until you figure out if this works or not.
Jungkook picked you up from your apartment and drove to a nice restaurant where the two of you sat for dinner. He was very attentive to you, making sure your glass was always full and all your needs met and it was a surprisingly good feeling to be taken care of this way. Youâve dated in the past but you canât say youâve always chosen the right ones. You had a tendency to lean toward the ones who were overly forward with you because in your mind there was no doubt they liked you.
At first it would be nice but then you would realize that it was more of a conquering feeling to them than actually wanting to be with you and you would be left heartbroken. Thatâs part of why you rarely put yourself out there.
Jungkook is different though, he always has been. When you first met him he was forward but aloof. You never expected him to actually like you because you couldnât see the signs clearly and the way things turned out it just never worked. Now that heâs been back heâs almost like an entirely different person in the sense that heâs ready to go for what he wants and itâs sort of admirable.
If you had been able to do that back then maybe you would have had him sooner but there was no point in dwelling in the past. He was here now and so were you. Honestly, knowing that there's something thatâs been brewing between you two for a long time made it easier to feel confident around him.
âWhy are you so pretty?â Jungkook couldnât help but ask even if his mouth was full. He was trying not to smile too as he said that.
âOh my god,â You felt your face heat up, tempted to hide behind your hand. It took you a moment to think of a response and it was surprising for the both of you to hear you say, âWhy are you?â
Jungkook cleared his throat awkwardly in hopes of not seeming too affected by your words. It didnât work and he broke out into a grin, âI wasnât expecting that.â
Dinner was filled with small flirting here and there. Itâs crazy how well you and him seemed to get along when you stopped worry about other things. He made you smile, really smile and you made him feel giddy whenever he talked to you. He wanted to spend his night with you and nobody else.
âAre we going to meet with everyone else after this?â You asked as he pulled your chair out for you and you got up from the table. After some back and forth arguing, he eventually took care of the bill despite your protests and the night felt near its finish much to your disappointment.
It was the weekend and youâve been trying to go out with your friends more and they had asked to meet up laterâbut both you and Jungkook had to tell them maybe.
âDo we have to?â He asked, taking your bag in one hand and holding yours with the other, âYou think theyâll get a little suspicious if weâre both gone?â
You walked with him across the restaurant toward the entrance. You werenât paying much attention to the people you passed, âIâm sure they know.â
Your response surprised him a bit and he couldnât help but ask, âReally? Has it been that obvious?â
âYeah, Jimin called me out on it the other night,â you shrugged, reaching for your bag to look for chapstick while he led you to the front. You couldnât meet his eyes because you sensed where this was going.
âWhatâd he say?â Jungkook asked slowing his pace for you.
You blinked nervously, distracting yourself with your lipbalm as you tried sounding casual, âHe asked why we were being so sneaky at the bar.â
Jungkookâs eyes widened slightly, opening the door for you as he said, âDamn, what did you say?â
âI said because weâre together.â
You tried being slick about it and slide past him without much attention but it was useless. He stood in front of you with a smile on his face, âOh, we are? I donât remember you clarifying that. Can you remind me when you asked me to be your man?â
âOh god, donât act like that,â you whined shyly.
âIâm sorry baby, I gotta hear you say it with your own words. Whatâd you tell him?â Jungkook blocked your path, hands finding your waist and keeping you from running. He liked making you flustered and you had no idea how you left him with a racing heart.
You pouted, looking at him seriously, âJungkook.â
The two of you stood outside the restaurant looking like a playful couple that maybe had one too many drinks but it was all Jungkookâs fault. He wouldnât let it go to rest and even had the nerve to smirk as he teasingly said, âThatâs not how you say âBoyfriendâ.â
âYouâre ridiculous, we talked about this,â you said, focused on his chest to hide your embarrassment.
Jungkook just grinned mischievously, âWhat did you tell him?â
âI said you were my boyfriend,â you mumbled into his chest.
âYour what?â He asked trying to step back and get a good look at your face, âCome on baby, donât get shy on me now.â
You whined, âJungââ
âYour what?â He was laughing now, not caring for whoever might pass them and stare because he felt good. Too good to be affected by a strangerâs judgement.
âMy boyfriend,â you sighed with embarrassment, âYou heard me the first time, goof.â
âThatâs what I thought, alright, you ready to go?â He asked with a chuckled as he took your hand in his ready to walk with you to the car.
âY/n?â
You both stopped in your step, wondering if it really was your name you had heard. You looked back toward the rest, eyes threatening to widen with surprise as you looked at the person who stood at the entrance. She was with a group of people all headed inside but when she saw you, she stopped.
âMiyoung, hey,â You cleared your throat awkwardly, your demeanor changing completely.
âHey, what are you doing here?â She asked as her eyes trailed behind you where Jungkook was looking at you with worry and confusion. He wanted to make sure everything would be alright, knowing how Miyoung would react. He didnât want your good night to be ruined over something petty.
âWhat do you mean? Iâm uh, I was just having dinner,â you said stiffly, looking back at Jungkook which proved to be a mistake because it seemed to solidify his presence to her.
âWith jungkook?â She asked with a snappy tone. Miyoung shooed away her friends, telling them to go in without her as she approached you.
âYeah.â
âWhy?â Her brow arched with amusement, clearly ticked off and in disbelief by what she saw before her. Like usual, the situation seemed much worse than it really was.
It was time for you to be up front. Whatâs the point in putting yourself out there and letting yourself open up to him if you wouldnât have the courage to make it known? You swallowed dryly, âBecause weâre⊠dating.â
Jungkook had stepped back from the situation, not wanting to worsen it so he stood off by a light post not too far for a smoke break. He tried distracting himself with lighting his cigarette but he couldnât help but freeze up when you said that. It brought a shy smile to his face as he waited for you to finish.
âNo, youâre not,â Miyoung scoffed looking back at Jungkook as if betrayed by him too. You blinked with confusion, what did she mean youâre not? Did she expect you to be joking or back down? âWe are.â
Miyoung stood in front of you now, slightly taller, âY/n, youâve been ignoring me for weeks and now youâre saying youâre dating my ex boyfriend? What kind of friend are you?â
This time it was you who scoffed lightly, looking away from her to try and process what you would say but you had spent too much time already trying to think it over, âThe thing is, um, Iâve been kind of wondering the same about you.â
âMe?â She looked down at you genuinely taken back, âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
You swallowed the lump that formed in your throat and tried to gather the courage to just say it. You could feel Jungkook around, listening but giving you space and it was like a push start for you to say what was really on your mind, âIâm just tired of feeling like Iâm the only one who puts effort into being friends and I donât see the point in always fighting. Weâre not together, we donât have to be friends if it always has to be some sort of argument. Itâs getting tiring at this point and I think maybe itâs best we just distance ourselves from each other.â
âYouâre kidding, right? Iâm like the only person who really cares about you, Y/n. Donât act stupid.â
Although that made Jungkook want to intervene and tell her how very wrong she was, he didnât. He didnât want to speak for you. He knew you could speak for yourself and he should let you, even if he was itching to cut in.
âNo, I donât think you are. I know you think you are so you always tell me you are, but youâre not. People like me for me and not just because Iâm friends with you,â you said coldly and your tone was definitive it left her speechless. It had to be one of the first times you were ever remotely close to snappy with her and she didnât expect it.
âI know itâs hard for you to think of me as my own person but I donât have to do what you want,â You said, âAnd I think you only boss me around and act sneaky behind my back because youâre threatened by me.â
She opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. What you said left her rendered quiet. You waited too, waited to see if she would tell you to stand down but she didnât and you didnât give her time too, â But I think I should go, I donât want to bother your dinner any longerâand uh, maybe we just shouldnât contact each other anymore.â
Jungkook had forgotten about his smoke break, jaw nearly to the floor at how confident you sounded. It was obvious you had never spoken to Miyoung that way but she couldnât even deny what you said. You did it so casually and like you couldnât care less which made you seem mature compared to Miyoungâs tantrums.
âWhy was that kind of hot?â Jungkook asked as you finally reached him under the light post. Miyoung had stormed off with an evil glare that he ignored telling you how âYouâre doneâ.
He looked down at you with hazed eyes, amazed and enamored. You scrunch your face curiously, âWhat was?â
âYou, right now,â He chuckled, reaching for your hand in his, âKind of scary too. Remind me not to get on your bad side.â
âYouâre exaggerating,â you tried to laugh it off, âI wasnât mean, was I?â
It was so dumb of you to still be worried about it but you couldnât help it.
âNo, you were calm and casual but that was so scary,â Jungkook gasped dramatically, âBecause I know you were mad at herâ⊠it was mean but only a little and so very very hot, and youâre doing all this in that dressâŠâ
Without meaning to be, Jungkook was sort of like your hype man. You were worried about being too harsh, you still are, but he made you feel better about it. Part of you will never not feel in the wrong for being with Jungkook but youâve gotten the rest off your chest and it felt good. Maybe you were a bit mean or maybe you werenât, you could never be entirely sure but Jungkook seemed to be on your side no matter what.
âYou like my dress?â You asked him with a teasing smile as he held the car door open for you.
âI really do,â he played with his lip ring, looking down at you.
âThen take it off me.â
âOh fuck,â Jungkook whispered to himself as he looked around the parking lot, âHere?â
You broke out into a laugh as you sat down. Your words got to him easier than you thought and he sighed, âYou canât say that shit to me, Y/n. Iâll actually do it.â
âLetâs go back to my place and see if you can keep your word then,â you told him, watching him close the door with a tense jaw just thinking about it.
You canât do this to him. You canât be shy and cute one second and then act like that. You canât. Thatâs not fair to him. How is he supposed to not be affected when you say things that get his heart racing while looking so cute? Was this what it would be like dating you? Just constantly caught by surprise?
He did like the way you stood up for yourself. He liked that you spoke your mind more freely than before and he takes joy in hearing you flirt back. In the beginning it felt like he was the one always trying to get you to talk to him or notice him and now youâre saying things that make his head dizzy.
âYouâre gonna be the death of me, yknow?â Jungkook asked after the painfully long car ride back to your apartment. He was removing his coat as you sat on the edge of your bed to undo your shoes.
You let out an amused laugh, âWhat do you mean?â
âI mean⊠you act all shy and innocent and then you say shit thatâŠâ Jungkook let out a groan, âI canât explain it, you just drive me crazy.â
âIn a good way or bad way?â You asked, following him with your eyes as he closed the space between you two until he was at the end of the bed standing in front of you.
âA good way,â he said softly, âIâm finding more sides of you Iâve never seen.â
âAnd you like it?â You asked shyly, feeling his hands curl around your jaw.
âI do, a lot,â he confessed brushing his lips against yours, âI don't know what I wouldâve done if I lost my chance with you again.â
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oml yall this took me forever to come up with đ I went through at least six other ideas before deciding on this one and I canât tell how happy I am with it yet but I tried my hardest not the disappoint đ„č I miss being more active and taking to you all but life has been so busy lately
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ౚৠWHAT A COINCIDENCE ! â§âË.
ౚৠpart of my short nâ sweet series (not posted yet) ౚà§
smau â angst & sweet revenge
pairing â charles leclerc x reader / lando norris x reader ( fc: sabrina carpenter )
summary â charles has a habit of running back to you whenever things donât work out between him and alex, but how long will you be willing to keep up with his shit?
warnings / disclaimer â none, just some swearing!
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yourusername the only thing that surprised me yesterday was, in fact, the cake âš wouldnât have wanted to spend it any other way â thank you for all your birthday wishes <3
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landonorris â pretty girl
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carlossainz55 â @.landonorris omgđ„č youâre growing up lando
user3 @.carlossainz55 NOT HIM SIDING WITH LANDO THIS IS SO MESSY
user1 i cannot handle everything thatâs happened yesterday and today
user2 @.user1 whatâs going on?
user3 @.user2 charles and his ex got together again right on y/nâs birthday and sheâs very obviously throwing shade in her caption (saying sheâs not surprised because alex and charles are always on&off) + lando just called her pretty girl???
user2 @.user3 omg queen, lando should make a move
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user4 @.milliebobbybrown eleven what are you doing here
user7 ICONIC ICON
user5 oscar and lily were there, carlos, lando, george and max were there, where the hell was charles??? he didnât even like the post
user6 @.user5 heâs with alex again :(
user5 @.user6 WHAT
user6 @.user5 yes even worse, he left the morning of her bday to fly out to alex
user7 @.user6 nobody confirmed it stop talking shit
user8 @.user7 charles was seen at an airport just that morning + it wouldnât be out of character for him, heâs always been like this + he wasnât at her bday party but they were still seen together one day before + half of the grid was there but he wasnât
user8 the caption is so ironic đđ
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@.danielricciardo replied : i thought your obsession would stop now that youâre together but these past months have all proven me very wrongđ
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yourusername what a coincidence! Iâve got a few surprises for you! first of all, my new single âcoincidenceâ is out now! second, music video for said song is coming tomorrow ANNNNNNDDDD surprise surprise surprise!!! MY NEW ALBUM âShort nâ Sweetâ COMING OUT NOVEMBER 13TH <333
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user1 ALBUM OF THE YEAR ALBUM OF THE YEAR ALBUM OF THE YEAR
user2 i want her so bad
user3 @.user2 same
user4 IS THAT LANDOâS HEAD ON THE FOURTH SLIDE
user5 @.user4 IT IS
user6 @.user4 HEâLL BE IN HER MV I THINK
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user8 i want both her and lando
user9 lmao charles in the likesđđ
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user11 @.landonorris @.charles_leclerc omg look charles!đ§ itâs not that hard to interact with and post your girlfriend !!!
user12 @.landonorris PLEASE GET MARRIED HAVE KIDS PLEASE
user13 im gonna stream this til my neighbours know the lyrics by heart
oscarpiastri â lando wonât shut up about you
carlossainz55 â @.oscarpiastri he never will
user14 i love how theyâre all friends with y/nđ„čđ„č
user15 oscar and carlos interaction in y/nâs comment section might be my favourite thing ever
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first smau ever !! probs not the best but i hope you like it anyway :)
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How to get back into your practice after a burnout
Alot of times in our practices, we often just straight up forget. Not going to lie to you I didn't practice much until I got out of my mom's home...which was one year ago. And I also have a theory that since paganism isnt dogmatic and is meant to be ran by a community we fall out really easy, it's natural, paganism is different now. But anyways here is chaos's master guide on how to put on your big girl panties and get back the work.
(disclaimer: just because these things worked for me doesn't mean it's going to work for everyone else, this post is completely upg. I'm just offering advice.)
Starting out small
What never stuck to me is those post that are like: "stir your intentions into your coffee, light incense, pray" because like yeah thats a good way to start off I really dont think itll set in our brains to do this everyday. Instead what I recommend is finding days to practice and sticking to that day. Find a day where you useally do nothing and dedicate it to getting back into your practice.
You could use this day to research on all the things you forgotten (been there)
Or you could just leave offerings out for your deities and call it a day
I think if you uphold a certain schedule your mind will get into the habit of "oh today's witch day, time to do witchcraft" this is basic psychology, and I promise it works đđ
Deity work and getting back into it
Little reminder: your gods are not mad at you. They do not hate you. They love you.
I have had so many falling outs with deities because I just couldn't uphold a schedule. Hekate being one of them. Hekate really showed me the way once I moved out of my mother's house, and after so many ins and outs of my worship to her, she still showed me love and compassion. I promise your gods will do the same. They understand our mortal lives more then you comprehend. After all, this is their earth.
Stuff you can do to get back into worship with your deities:
- offerings, big or small
- dedicate days to them, in my schedule Hekate is worshipped on Monday, and Aphrodite on Friday.
- research ways to connect with them more
- don't make big promises that you will get back into your practice and never fall out again, thats just putting yourself in more responsibility, your gods will now expect that responsibility. I've done this before and I definitely got side eyed by Hekate đđ
I recommend reading over these lovely post by @/khaire-traveler
Subtle deity worship
I honestly used this alot to get back into worship with my deities đđ these posts go into worship you could do for deities while you are either hiding your practice or just want to do something for your gods. Really helpful post 10/10.
Getting back into witchcraft
I know I kind of went over this already, but I feel like there needs to be some small steps to getting back into witchcraft before we get to rituals, spells and stuff of that sort.
To get back into witchcraft, I recommend meditating, either by yourself or with your deities. Meditation allows you to just focus on the present and let go of all your stresses. I like to meditate with my deities because I get visions from them easily this way, it's easier for me to communicate.
From there you can do research on the basics of witchcraft and work your way up to rituals and spell work... hopefully all of this makes sense
Anyways yeah that's all the advice I have to getting back into your practice, if I have anything else to add I'll reblog this and add more. But yeah! I really hopes this helps at least someone lol.
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I need to see how deer!reader and rafe would interact with each other. Whether it be a failed talking stage kind of scenario where deer realized how scary or intense rafe is or rafe realizing deer was pretty but just not for him.
Idkđ I know you said you couldnât see rafe and deer together at all but I want some crumbs of what their relationship couldve been like. Only if you want/can of course, thanks x
so the thing is with deer!reader and rafe â i feel when rafe wants someone really badly, in order to get them he kinda morphs himself into what he thinks they want. not always, like with bunny!reader for example, she liked him for exactly who he was, so he stayed himself, maybe even became worse. but deer!reader is this old wise almost motherly soul sometimes, just in a shy and sensitive girls body. he craves that, real bad. he wants someone to bring him back to earth, to listen to him, validate him, need him just as much as he desperately needs them â and youâre the perfect candidate.
so for the first few weeks, heâs perfect. not only the perfect gentleman but sweet and sensitive, holding back on every snarky, classist comment, entertaining her weird and wacky ideas, standing by the pier talking about how many fish he thinks are in the ocean when she asks. it was kind of a facade, but he starts to realise how nice it feels to let down his guard for a while and just be happy.
but heâs still wrapped up in the wrong crowd. days that arenât spent with her are spent wrapping up business, doing drug deals, pressing a pistol to the back of the guy that harassed her at the library and telling him if he talks to you again heâll blow his fucking brains out.
itâs all a downwards spiral from there. deer is intuitive, always snooping about and hearing things â so naturally she finds out about rafe and his habits. she gives him the chance to come clean, and he lies to her face because he doesnât want to lose her. deer doesnât like being lied to, so her guard goes back up. rafe gets frustrated and starts to give her attitude before eventually exploding on her. heâd never hurt her, but in the moment she wasnât sure. sheâs terrified, flees, and blocks him.
he is devastated. he really liked her. he continuously tries to get her back, but the more he tries â the more people he confronts to get to her, the more he shows up at her front door, or parties she reluctantly attends, the more terrified she becomes. he just wants to explain that he wouldnât ever hurt her, that he really likes her, hellâ heâll even just accept proper closure at this point. but she doesnât want to be anywhere near him. he writes her a letter and leaves it on her doorstep, but pope finds it in the act of pursuing her and throws it in the trash.
rafe never gets over her.
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summary: in which jungkook loves to see you smile and you are the god of mischief.
idol!jungkook x reader, est. relationship / fluff / word count: 2.6k
content/warnings: mention of childhood insecurity, mention of biting during s*x, jk is very touchy, they watch a movie and the guard thinks theyâre doing sumn nasty bc theyâre both a menace honestly đ, jk accidentally bites his lower lip and bleeds
> in which masterlist!
note: hi !! this is a repost of a drabble i wrote two (?) years ago but accidentally deleted lololol so if youâve read it before thatâs why! but this is now an edited version with a new title <3
â
âbaby,â
jungkook calls your attention out of nowhere, pausing the movie playing on the tablet youâre holding. the frown painted on his face is difficult to miss.
âi have a question.â
âso randomly?â you raise an eyebrow. âask me then.â
âwhy do you cover your face when youâre happy?â
the wide-eyed look of genuine curiosity on his face is identical to yesterdayâs, when he asked you what the word ineffable meant after hearing it in a song.
the question prompts you to take a glance at the screen, where a sophisticated woman has a hand over her mouth as she giggles with her elite acquaintances about an old but classic rich husband joke.
âitâs not that it bothers me, i just- iâve noticed it lately and i-i wish to see you smiling and laughing more freely, you know?â he tries his best to choose his words carefully, offering you a kind smile as he lovingly caresses your head. âit makes me happy when i see you happy.â
âoh,â you blink at him, mind going blank as you attempt to form an answer in your head. his touch isnât exactly helping you eitherâ you just want to melt into him and not think of anything at all, float on cloud-nine and stay there forever.
however, seeing as he asked you the question out of the blue, he mustâve been thinking about it a lot. youâve only been dating for a few months, so itâs understandable for him to eagerly seek the answers to his curiosities and observations. if anything, it feels nice to learn he gives this much attention to youâ possibly notices things you donât even know about yourself. for a split second the thought crosses your mind, that beyond a consciousness, you are tangible and real.
âitâs a habit i guess? when my teeth were falling out for the first time as a kid, i became insecure, so i decided that iâd just smile without showing my teeth from then on. like this.â
you demonstrate by lifting up the corners of your lips.
âand yeah-â
as if heâs helplessly pulled by the magnet of attraction, he leans down to kiss you and interrupt your sentence.
âiâd cover my face when i couldnât contain my smile or laugh. and even when they grew back, it felt weird. like my smile didnât belong to my face? if that even makes sense.â
âyah, thatâs not true! youâre very pretty whether youâre smiling, or crying and-â his warm hand cups your cheek, and he stupidly grins as heâs about to say something cheesy. âeven when youâre just breathing.â
the corners of your lips rise again. this time, itâs genuine.
âoh? how romantic.â you scrunch your nose cutely, and his heart flutters.
you hold onto his wrist, revelling in the way his thumb softly traces shapes on your skin.
âiâm over that, though. it was so long ago. i donât think about it obsessively anymore at least. itâs really just a habit i havenât gotten rid of.â you reassure him, meaning every word that you say.
we all have our secrets and fears that we keep only to ourselves, that much is understood between the two of you. there are circumstances in which withholding information is necessary. however, the one big promise you made to each other is to never lie. honesty and trust. ease and consolation. every word, every syllable hanging from your lips an addition to the naked history of your love. passed down stories. confessions. blurry memories. shutter sounds. curses. laughter. song dedications. that much is true.
âwhy are you looking at me like that?â you bite the inside of your cheek to conceal a smile, beguiled by his love drunk eyes seemingly stunned by your mere presence beside him.
âlike what, baby?â
you shy away from his gaze. âlike youâre either thinking that i hang the stars on the sky every night⊠or that you want to eat me alive.â
to confirm your words true, he takes your hand and sinks his teeth on the flesh of your palm where your thumb is connected. his wide doe eyes peer at you innocently, sparkling like of a little kid eating the fluffy pancakes heâs been craving since last night.
the latter might sound like a joke to others, but jungkook does eat you alive. almost. basically. youâre not even shocked at the act anymore. soon enough, youâll memorize the mark of his teeth carving their mark on your skin, both in sexual and non-sexual setting.
âbabe,â you send him a bewildered stare. âi really donât think i taste as good as you make me out to be.â
he parts away with his eyebrows knitted in disagreement. ânot true. youâre yummy.â
âoh, shut up!â you burst into a fit of giggles. your hands automatically attempts to fly to your face, but he has your wrists bound with his secure grip. you donât resist. you only laugh harder when your sight lands on your hands tangled together.
âthereâs ____âs beautiful smile.â he coos, proceeding to pepper your face with appreciative kisses.
and you fold. your back lands on the soft mattress, and your belly starts aching from laughter when he purposely blows on the spot on your neck where youâre most ticklish. hot tears gather at the corner of your eyes, and jungkook watches them fall down your temples as his lips graze your skin and your body shakes underneath him.
tears of joy and pleasure are the only tears youâre going to shed, he promises himself. youâre going to smile and make flowers bloom everyday, he promises you and the earth.
â
your teeth chattering from the cold is a shy away from your awkward smile, he notices the endearing resemblance as you shiver beside him.
âhmm, what did i tell you about cinema one?â he teasingly asks as he draws back the armrest that serves as a divider between the two of you.
âthat itâs fucking cold in there-â you surrender, tone sounding annoyed. âhere. whatever!â
âand who still decided to wear their smallest pieces of clothing?â he continues to taunt you while he pulls you into his bodyâs natural warmth.
you sigh, whether itâs in relief or annoyance, youâre not quite sure.
âi just wanted to wear my new cute clothes.â you whisper-shout.
the giant screen is still playing trailers of the upcoming movies this year, and youâre already mentally updating your calendar to accommodate them despite your hectic schedule. a two-hour vacation, you would always describe films.
he chuckles, and more shivers run down your spine at the deep and raspy sound being so close to your ear. âyou do look cute today, baby.â
he catches the cloth of your skirt between his fingers, and somehow, he ends up squeezing the soft flesh of your thigh. you swallow thickly, unconsciously closing your thighs together and trapping his hand in between them.
âthank you, handsome.â you grip his wrist to move it away. you tut. âno silly business, though. i really want to watch this movie.â
his shoulders drop dramatically in disappointment. âokay⊠want to sit on my lap so i can keep you warm then?â
you look behind you to see that thereâs no people sitting on your side, so no oneâs view would get blocked if you were to agree to his proposition. the room is practically empty, with a few scattered people sitting on the sides.
you spend the first fifteen minutes of the movie in comfort and bliss, with your boyfriendâs arms wrapped around you. he took off his jacket earlier, and he splayed it over your lap as to not neglect the goosebumps rising all over your freezing legs.
âso stubborn,â jungkook muttered under his breath while he was taking off the jacket, an amused smile etched on his lips. you wouldâve felt bad, but you knew he likes doing these things for you, so you only playfully stuck your tongue out at him.
look, to be fair, it is your first time in this cinema. youâve been on many dates at this theater with jungkook, but for some reason, youâve never watched a movie in cinema one until tonight. itâs cold in the other three cinemas as well, the kind of cold youâve gotten comfortable with, so when jungkook booked the tickets last night and told you âitâs really cold in there, wear something warmer,â you thought he was just being ridiculous.
hah, how cold could it possibly be? right?
fine, jungkook is right. you are stubborn.
and you prove it once more when a flashlight shines over your face. the security guard holding it approaches your seat- wait, no, jungkookâs seat. jungkook is your seat. what?!
âiâm sorry, but only one person can sit on the chair. please comply.â
you trace the direction of her eyes to find jungkookâs hands tucked underneath the jacket on your lap, resting on your inner thighs to steal their warmth. you send him a sharp glare, but it doesnât affect him one bit. he only shrugs, obviously hiding a smirk as he pretends to be the most innocent person in the room.
you pull up the armrest next to you with a pout, slipping back into your original seat against your wishes.
âhe was just warming up his hands. i promise!â you whisper not so subtly to the guard.
she only clears her throat and awkwardly nods in response, walking up the stairs to observe the rest of the movie watchers.
you bury your face in your hands as your body vibrates with mirth mixed with humiliation, and jungkookâs jaw nearly falls on the floor.
âsometimes i canât believe youâre real. how do you never get shy?â
âi was just clearing things up!â you whine, hitting his arm using the side of a closed fist, which he massages with a squeaked âouch.â âyouâre the one who put me in a compromising situation!â
âwell, nobody told me taking care of my girlfriend was a crime!â
you carry on with watching the movie after that embarrassing scene, and youâve forgotten that youâre cold until youâre uncontrollably shivering again. you begin rubbing your arms in a pathetic attempt to get rid of the goosebumps, but you eventually abandon all hope.
you sadly look over at your boyfriend to plead for help once more, but he has gotten too engrossed with the film to feel a pair of shaking pupils beseech him intensely. he finally opened the box of popcorn heâs been saving for the climax.
and he was the one who wanted to do something other than watch the movie.
you grimace.
you are no stranger to his confusing attention span.
after carefully studying the room to ensure the guard is no longer in sight, you unceremoniously climb on jungkookâs lap again. your actions cause some pieces of popcorn to fall from the box, and he scrambles to stuff them all in his mouth before the powder stains any of your clothes. yours are new, after all.
his face displays a puzzled expression, screaming i thought this was supposed to be a compromising situation?! and his soft rosy cheeks on the other hand-
âyou look like a chipmunk who got caught in the headlights stealing food with its mouth full.â
the screen flashes a frame of the clear, blue sky in the aftermath of a ferocious storm. it sends the fleeting sunlight to shine on your faceâ just long enough for him to capture the image of how pretty you are when you giggle, and most of all, how your hand moves to cover your face, but drops on his arm before it could reach its intended destination.
he recognizes it as a conscious effort, and he feels a tug in his heart. his sweet, precious lover. you will never do anything wrong in his eyes, he thinks to himself as he hugs you closer for a kiss. the feeling of your smile against his lips might just be one of his most favorite things in the world.
he pulls away with a toothy grin to match yours, offering you the box of popcorn. the beautiful smile you claimed to not belong on your face lingers as you turn it down and sip on the lemonade instead. and then it simmers down to your usual mellow smile, to a deep frown, until your lips quiver as the resolution of the film reduces you into a puddle of tears.
jungkook likes to keep mental notes about you.
an excerpt from today:
1. how to make ____ smile? act cute.!! :)
2. how to make ____ cry? watch a son and mother reunite after eighteen long years.
p.s. i think i cried harder, but quieter ????
3. how to make ____ angry mad furious? kill off the said mother unnecessarily at the end of the movie for the sake of shu shock value.
the lights turn on all at the same time as the credits start rolling down on the plain black screen. your body slumps back on your boyfriend, drained by the series of overwhelming events that transpired in the past two hours. he waves his hand infront of your face, but your eyes remain unfocused and unblinking.
âthis is the worst movie i have ever seen in my life. four out of five stars.â
he snorts at your unseriousness. âthat is the most stars youâve given this month. and itâs the 29th.â
âsee? itâs the worst! iâm going to have nightmares!â you cry out with an exaggerated shudder, grabbing his forearms to envelope yourself in his embrace.
âhonestly, pushing her off the cliff was a bit too mu-â his sentence gets rudely cut off when your shoulder accidentally hits his chin. you scrambled to go back to your seat, and this escalated to him accidentally biting the inside of his lower lip. the unusual mix of the bitter and salty taste of metal permeates his tongue as an unexplainable expression spreads across his face.
on the other hand, youâre too preoccupied with mischievously smiling at the guard standing down on the floor. she measures you up with a displeased look worse than earlierâs, but much to your relief, she proceeds to walk out after scanning the room one last time.
âbaby!â jungkook yells in pain to grab your attention, jutting out his bottom lip to show you the wound that you inflicted.
âoh my god- shit, shit, shit-â you curse, digging your hand in your bag in search of your handkerchief. âiâm so sorry!â
you press the cloth on the bleeding, profusely apologizing to him with a wince. âi panicked! iâm sorry, iâm sorry!â
he pushes your wrist away for a moment, doe eyes squinting at you accusingly. âyou just wanted to play around with her, didnât you?â
you chew on your bottom lip, the sight of blood that has stained the handkerchief sends a pang of guilt across your chest. âsorry⊠her face- she was just so funny.â
âfuck, why are you like this?!â he throws his head back with a bright laugher that echoes throughout the theater. âah, youâre so adorable!â
âcome back here!â you scold him, holding his face in your hands to crane it back down.
he juts out his bottom lip again, but his body continues to vibrate with lighthearted chortles.
âdoes it hurt?â
âit hurtsâŠ! i think i might seriously cry!â he answers despite his high tolerance for pain, distorting the truth so that he could drown himself in the gratifying feeling of being doted on by you.
he writes another mental note as you inspect his wound, repetitive bloopers playing in the background of the love bubble the two of you share.
4. ____ likes playing games with strangers. must protect with my life.
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okay so what weâre not going to do is villainize shoko.
jjk 261 spoilers, thoughts, and a brief analysis of shoko. (and touching on some sashisu stuff. more specifically the sash part.)
i see a lot of people bashing her for not having a reaction to the body swapping plan and that satoru was like âiâm mostly surprised shoko didnât objectâ SO. hereâs what iâve got to say.
shoko didnât object because she was fully under the belief that satoru was going to win. that it wasnât going to happen. it was literally the worst worst worst WORST case scenario. she had SO MUCH faith in satoru.
letâs rewind back to the shibuya arc. what we knew about shoko at that time regarding her use of cigarettes was that she had quit five years (iirc) prior to those events. her smoking habits literally revolve around satoruâs wellbeing.
mind you this was after she and yaga learned satoru had been sealed. she heard the news and immediately began smoking. why? because shoko is a person who masks her emotions and she does it well. sheâs not the type of woman to break down in tears. sheâs going to hide it and instead light up a cigarette.
we saw this with her interaction with suguru. she acted very nonchalant about his defection and the massacre he committed on the village and his parents. but when we fast forward ten years and go to jjk0, itâs made abundantly clear that she still cares about him. during the meeting where yaga declares theyâre going to kill suguru â iâm pretty sure his words were âexorcise the curse that is geto suguruâ or something along those lines â shoko leaves. she flat out walks out. and during the night parade of 100 demons, we have a moment where see the most emotion out of shoko that we have for the majority of the series. sheâs angry. sheâs hurt. she has these thoughts of something along the lines of like âyou sure made a mess for usâ regarding suguru. and itâs especially prominent because itâs the first time weâve ever seen her like this and only time. the closest we get to seeing that again is during the sukuna fight.
she literally cares so much but sheâs just emotionally constipated and doesnât know how to show it đ itâs an issue both she and satoru have. they deflect. they mask. they move on and yet the carry it with them somewhere deep inside them.
so we go back forward to satoru and sukunaâs fight. where we do see emotion from shoko but whatâs most important to note is the panels sheâs in. when they focus on her, sheâs either smoking a cigarette, lighting a cigarette up, or we see her surrounded by cigarette butts.
we see her genuinely fearful at this point. she had full confidence that satoru was going to win. thatâs why she said âdo what you wantâ and didnât object. because in her mind, it wouldnât happen.
itâs very important to remember that sashisu, whether you see it in a romantic or platonic way, was a group that cared so fucking deeply for one another. their bonds were deep. their love for their found family was deep. itâs part of the reason why suguru defected in the end. which i can get it into but not at this time. but at the end of the day, sashisu had ass communication skills and failed to properly understand one another.
and that seems to continue on with the satoshoko side of that, which was left after suguru left. and after he died.
also, itâs really important to remember that shoko is not like satoru and suguru. sheâs a healer. thatâs it. thatâs all she does. she doesnât get to fight or be on the front lines like they do. sheâs the one who gets to wait behind and wait until the damage is done to do her job. sheâs been doing this since she was (probably) 15, maybe even younger since we donât know her backstory. sheâs going to be emotionally detached. also, keep in mind this page:
specifically her first piece of dialogue. âitâs more like we have to do it.â
and thatâs the bottom line.
whew. this was rough. shoko ieiri you will always be loved by me.
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For once, I thought it was me.
Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader
Summary: Soulmate au where you can hear the songs your soulmate is listening to. Fred asks your best friendâAngelinaâto the ball thinking she's his soulmate.
use of y/n
Warnings: Angst and just a lil' fluff
Word Count:
part one / part two coming soon
A/N: of course the first thing I write is a soulmate au đâit's fine and I hope you like it.
"Angelina!" Y/n calls, running over to the Gryffindor tableâalmost tripping over her feet before placing a hand on Angelina's shoulder.
"Yes?" Angelina looked up from her conversation with the Weasley twins and smiled at her best friend. The Great Hall was bustling with noise.
Y/n panted, catching her breath as she fixed her hair. "SorryâI justâI ranâoh god I'm dyingâ" Y/n tried to catch her breath before waving her hand at the twins. "Give me a secondâcontinue your conversation..."
Angelina chuckled before turning back to George and Fred. "This is my friend, Y/n." Angelina introduced. "She's in Hufflepuff so I doubt you would've met her."
Y/n waved, stealing some of Angelina's water.
"Why haven't you invited her to some of our parties?" George asked, batting his eyes. "It would've been nice, seeing a pretty face more often."
Angelina rolled her eyes at the flirt, making space next to her for Y/n. "Yeah, I've asked her but she's not a huge fan of social events." She explained. "It's a miracle she's even in the Great Hallâwhy aren't you with Willow?"
"Oh, I wanted to know if you wanted to hang out after Divination. Turns out my detention with Professor Sprout is cancelled!" The Hufflepuff said happily, still a bit red from George's flattering.
"Hell yeah!" Angelina cheered. "I told you she loves you."
Y/n smiled. "Yeah but turning her favorite plant into a pair of heels is pushing the line."
Fred cackled. "Y/n, You did what?!"
In her head, a symphony sounded. Him just saying her name sounded like an orchestra.
Pops of warmths fidgeted around her. She had always had a crush on the Weasley, and she never really knew when it happened. She hasn't told a soul and she never would. It was justâ he always seemed so happy. She had made him happy, she made him laugh.
Y/n beamed as she explained how she had gotten too caught up with her conversation with Angelina about what shoes to wear for the Yule Ball, she had completely forgotten about the spell she was casting.
"Little Chéri's a troublemaker huh?" Fred teased, scrunching up his nose.
"ChĂ©ri?!" Angelina cackledânot a fan of pet names in the slightest.
George grumbled. "Fred has been learning French so he can impress girls."
Y/n laughed, taking a sip of Angelina's water again. "I think it's cute." She bit the tip of her thumbs, an old habit of hers.
"Ever the hopeless romantic, Y/n." Angelina commented, stealing her drink back.
The four engaged in conversation until a Slytherin tapped on Y/n's shoulder. "UhâY/n, I think I have a fitting right now." She said awkwardly, getting glares from the Gryffindors.
"Oh!" Y/n shot up, grabbing the last strawberry off of Angelina's plate before grabbing Angelina's penâsticking it behind her earâand running off, dragging the Slytherin with her.
"Hey!" Angelina protested, grumbling as she bit into her toast.
"What was that about?" Fred asked, battling Ron for the last corndog.
"Huh? OhâY/n and I are helping organise the Ball." Angelina explained, not seeing how Fred watched her run her fingers through her hair as she grabbed another pen to do her Potions Homework. "She's helping make and tailor people's outfits."
"Y/n?" Hermione clarified, popping into the conversation. "She's ridiculously talented, she made the dress I'm wearing!"
"She made adjustments on mine!" Angelina looked at Hermione. "I didn't like how bland my dress was, so she helped bedazzled it."
"Do you think she can fix Fred's dress?" George asked, earning a punch from Fred. "Ow! No seriously though, his tie is all wonky and his pants go way past his feet. Poor bloke's gonna trip!"
Angelina laughed, packing her stuff away and slinging her bag over her shoulder. "Find out yourself! I have to go check up on the Frog Choir."
Just a couple minutes later, Fred heard oddly croaky choruses from his soulmate.
âââ
Fred was trying to go the sleep that night, but all he could hear was stupid music.
When he couldn't decipher whether he was hearing it through his soulmate or if he was hearing it in the common room, he shoved his slippers on and slowly went down stairs.
As he peeked his head around the corner, he saw Angelina dancing with somebodyâa CD player in the background as they laughed.
It was the same music playing in his head...Is Angelinaâactually his soulmate?
He watched Angelina dance with her friend, practicing their dance for the ball before slowly going back upstairs.
Y/n and Angelina fell the floor in a heap, almost crying of laughter as Angelina stepped on Y/n's foot and then went crashing to the floor.
"So, are you planning on asking your mystery crush to the ball?" Angelina asked, rolling onto her stomach and popping the CD out.
Angelina didn't have a clue about her crush on one of the Weasley twins. Y/n refused to tell her, but she did give vague details about why she liked him so much.
"You think I have time for that?" Y/n questioned, brushing her hair. "Even if I did have the time to ask him, he's probably not even my soulmate."
"Who cares?" Angelina asked, exasperated.
Angelina was one of the people who couldn't hear music from their soulmate, it happened more than you'd thinkâabout as common as dyslexia.
Angelina didn't give two fucks about whether the person she was dating was her soulmate, she tended to do whatever she wanted.
"Wellâmy soulmate is pretty cool too." Y/n protested.
"Well obviously!" Angelina retorted. "They has to be good enough for our Y/n"
"Oh stop it." Y/n laughed, throwing her hairbrush at Angelina. "I won't have time to ask someone and besides, I think he likes someone else." Y/n looked down, fiddling at the edge of her pink pyjamas.
"Your soulmate or your crush?"
"Maybe both!"
âââ
Fred woke up early today, mostly because he couldn't sleep. I mean, he just found his soulmate! This is the moment that everybody waits for, and it finally happened!
Fred was utterly in love with whoever his soulmate was. The two soulmates have sang duets with each other since they could talkânever making any action to try and find each other but Fred would be lying if he said he hadn't blasted music in his ears just to see if someone in the Great Hall would react.
His soulmate was constantly listening to music and singing songs, it comforted him whenever he heard itâespecially since he's heard it since he was little.
And it was Angelina, a girl he was been trying not to crush on for ages.
Fred walked down the stairs, almost laughing when he saw Angelina.
Angelina and Y/n were completely passed out on the common room couches, paper sprawled out as they were doing a history of magic essay.
Fred shook Angelina awake. "Angie...Angie!"
Angelina fell off the bed. "What?"
Fred grinned. "I just thought you might wanna head to bed before the rest of the house wakes up."
Angelina rubbed her eyes before looking aroundâseeing essay papers, pens and her best friend, still sleeping as she sleepily held the tip of her thumb in her mouth and lulled herself asleep. "What time is it?"
"You have a little less than three hours before everybody else wakes up."
Angelina sighed, getting up and separating their papers and pens. "Hey, Fred?"
"Yeah?" He said hopefully.
"Can you do me a favour?"
Angelina handed him a messenger bag with little bows and gold chains decorating it, he took it without question as she continued.
"Do you think you could get Y/n to her common room? This is.. um This is the longest she's slept for a while and I don't know how to get into the Hufflepuff common room."
Fred thought for a momentâbut who was he to deny his soulmate? After all, getting into the Hufflepuff dorms were easyâhaving learned the ins and outs of practically the whole school.
So Fred slung the bag across his shoulder and walked over to Y/n, still sleeping peacefully.
"Thank you!" Angelina grabbed her own supplies and started going up stairs. "You're the best!" She called. "I'll get you a tailoring with her today! Is dinner alright?"
Fred nodded, slowly picked Y/n up, putting her on the couch so he could give her a piggy back ride to her common room. "Hold on..."
Almost as if her sleeping body could hear it, Y/n's body tensed up, making it easier for Fred to carry.
So Fred walked out of the Gryffindor dormitories and started walking in the halls to go to the Hufflepuff common room.
The sun had barely risen, shining dull lights into the hallway and Fred felt Y/n shift in her sleepâignoring how his skin fluttered as her breath rolled on top of it.
Fred almost stopped walking as Y/n shifted once more, making a small whimper, trying to pull her hand closer to her face.
"ChĂ©ri, if you move your hand, you're gonna fallâokay?" Fred said softly, adjusting his grip on her legs, making sure she wouldn't slip.
Y/n hummed in response, tucking her head on Fred's shoulder as he kept on walking.
Fred was halfway to the common roomâwalking slowly as to not wake up Y/n when he froze.
Having her thumb clasped between her fingers around Fred's chest, supporting her upper body weightâFred felt her head twitching, needing something to soothe her to sleep.
Not wanting to have to explain the situation to the sleeping girl or disappoint AngelinaâFred adjusted the girl, now giving her a piggy-front, letting Y/n head sit comfortably against his neck.
Fred debated checking whether his face was on fire when the sleeping girl began to press little kisses on his neck, trying to substitute something for her thumb.
Fred continued walking, but why was he so flustered?
Maybe itâs his soulmateâs best friend.
What was her name again? Y/n?
Fred knocked on the Hufflepuff dorm door in the tune of Helga Hufflepuff. Before walking in and taking the stairs to the girlâs dormitory.
Trying not to feel awkward, he searched the dorm labels until he saw it.
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Girls Dorm #207
- Susan Bones
- Lia Diggory
- Y/n L/n
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Praising Merlin that she didnât have too many roommatesâ He knocked on the door a few times, jumping up again to make sure Y/n didnât slip.
"Hello?" A small voice asked, a very tired red head opened the door.
Fred gave an award smile. "I have a delivery?"
The girl smiled before letting him in and pointing at the empty bed and messed up desk.
Feed walked over, clutching on to Y/n as he quickly flipped the blanket open and tucked her instead. Y/n immediately latched onto the blankets.
Fred smiled before looking at her deskâtons of dress designs a long with tons of reminders everywhere when a certain one caught his eyes.
The Weasley Twins Inspired Dress
Curious, he picked up the sketch to see that she managed to make a confetti canon dress, inspired by that time he and George covered the Slytherin team in confetti right before a Quidditch match against Hufflepuff.
"I think you're cute together," Susan whispered bashfully, her cheeks pink.
"Oh no," her face fell when Fred denied it. "I already found my soulmate today."
"Oh I'm sorry." Susan apologised, combing her hair. "I just thought your hânever mind." She began to point at her neck before waving it off. "I assume you know how to take care of it?"
"Yeah! I'm planning on asking her to the yule ball!" Fred said, not having any idea what Susan was talking about.
"What? Ya know whatâ" Susan dug through her make up bag before grabbing Fred's arm and swatching some concealer shades. "You're lucky, you're my winter shade." Susan tossed Fred a concealer wand before shooing him out. "Bye!"
Holding onto the concealer, extremely confused, Fred walked back to him common room before going into the bathroom.
"Shit." Fred vocalised, realising why Susan Bones has thrown him concealer.
A light hickey lay on the side of his neck where Y/n had been.
Fred spent the next two hours trying to figure out how concealer worked.
He didn't understand itâinstead opting for a scarf instead to cover up the blotchy disaster he created on his neck.
âââ
Y/n genuinely didn't question why she woke up in her bed and more concerned on her plannerâyou could see her running up and down the halls all day.
"Professor Moody, may I borrow Ron Weasley please?"
Ron showed her his suit for the ball. "Never mind, you're beyond help. Professor Moody, you can have him back." Y/n said, scribbling something out in her planner.
Taking the stairs, Y/n just started walkingâflipping to the back of her planner to edit some sketches and ideas for dressesânot noticing the stair cases changing directions.
Walking up and down and sideways along the halls, Y/n kept walking until she bumped into someone.
"I'm so sorry!" She said automatically only to be shushed by two voices. "Huhâ?"
""SHH!" Y/n looked at the two Weasley twins.
"Why?" She asked, looking around to see nobody.
"I don' know," Fred admitted.
"We're skipping, so I assume we have to be quiet." George finished.
The Hufflepuff scoffed. "I'm not skipping. I did all my work in advance so I could focus of the dress making." She looked down at the planner. "And on that noteâyou have a appointment with me in two minutes. We can't be late!"
"Does that mean you have the answers?" Fred asked as he got dragged away.
"We can discuss answers after we're on time for our session."
"If it's our appointment, how can we be late?"
Y/n sighed, shaking her head. âItâs fine weâre almost there, Willowâs gonna be upset.â
âWho?â
Y/n dragged Fred near a tree where a small desk, mannequins and color swatches were, Y/n thrust Fred upon a little platform until tree branches began to swing around chaotically.
âWillow! Calm down! This isnât Ron! This is a different Weasley!â Y/n started yelling.
âWillow? As in the Whomping Willow?!â
âStop moving!â Y/n snapped, petting the branches. âWillow didnât like it when your brother nearly killed her with a car. I think she has likeâ Weasley trauma.â
Fred cackled. âWeasley trauma?â A tree branch slapped the back of his head. âHey!â
âSheâs very sensitive.â Y/n defended. âSpeaking of Ron, please tell me your suit isnât as hideous.â
âDonât worryâ I just have a normal suit⊠I wasnât sure if I shouldâve brought it so I just wore itââ
âThatâs perfect. Mind shrugging off the jacket and scarf?â
Nervously, Fred took off the scarf and jacket, revealing the concealer mess on his neck.
âOh sweetie, what the hell happened to your neck!â Y/n cooed. "Goodness, let me help you. You're gonna break out... Accio makeup kit!"
"I have every shade under the sun, I'm helping people with their makeup too." Y/n waved her hand down. "Get down, off." Y/n stepped onto the platform as Fred stepped off, facing Y/n.
Y/n took a makeup wipe and cleaned up the spot before taking out a whisk and spinning it on the hickey.
"When did you learn how to hide hickey? Does that even work?" Fred asked, watching the metal kitchen utensil.
"Oh hush, it's common knowledge." Y/n pushed his face away, continuing to whisk. "It helps the blood disperse. Next time, put ice on it before it bruises."
Shade matching and blending it in, Y/n hoped Fred couldn't hear her heart beating out of her chest as she finished hiding the red mark. "See? Like it never even happened."
Willow presented a mirror for Fred to see for himself, thank god because that scarf was very itchy.
"Now, how much are we thinking off the tie?" Y/n held up a tape measure and a sharpie, tucking the sharpie behind her ear. "It supposed to be around your belt buckle...Do you feel comfortable with it over here?"
Fred nodded, looking at her in the mirror more than him. Why hadn't he seen her more often? Has she been friends with Angelina for a long time?
"Lovely...okay do you mind if I take this?" Y/n took the colorful tie off Fred and held it up to Willow." Willow, this is Fred's tie." Willow held onto the tie.
"Okay just one second..." Y/n brought out a sheet of brown fabric and a sheet of black fabric and hopped onto the platform with him. She pulled the black one around half of his chest and the brown one around the other half.
"Okay so I think the brown is more flattering on you, I feel like you look paler with the black oneâHey!"
Fred's head started tilting to one side as he imagined Angelina and her hanging outâstill in disbelief he had actually found his soulmate.
Y/n grabbed his jaw and moved it so that it faced her. "Sorry, I just need to seeâ" Y/n furrowed her eyebrows confused as Fred pointed at something in the distance behind her.
Y/n looked behind her only for her jaw to pulled back and facing Fred, pulling the same move she had accidentally done to him. "TouchĂ©," She smiledâdesperately hoping she wasn't blushing.
"How long have you friends with Angelina?" Fred asked, snapping Y/n out of her mental freakout.
"Ohâuh, since first year. We met on the train." Y/n cast a spell to turn Fred's suit brown. "Yeah that looks betterâyou looked like you were going to a funeral."
âThen why do I never see you guys hang out?â
Y/n thinks before answering. âI like to keep myself busy, that or I just eat in the kitchen.â
âWhy not hang out with Angelina?â
âUh- Well Alicia and I donât really get along so I donât want to make it weird for Angelina. Besides, most of the time Angelina hangs out with me in the kitchen.â
So thatâs why Fred never sees Angelina in the Great hall. âWhy the kitchen?â
âBecause the house elves love me.â Y/n smiled, writing her to do list. âBesides, I like baking.â
Fred stepped off the platform and watched Y/n write. âDo you bake any of the food in the Great Hall?â
âThe brownies, but sometimes I also cook the ribs but I like baking more than cooking.â
Fred loves the brownies, he eats them every time they show up on the table.
âSpeaking of food⊠Itâs dinner, you better hurry before all the seats are taken.â Y/n starting putting things away and getting out a dress presumingly belonging to her next appointment.
Fred stepped off the small platform, checking his covered hickey once more before starting to turn around. "You aren't going to dinner?"
"Maybe later." She responded quickly, casting a spell on the dress. "Not hungry. " She said briefly. "You can pick up your tie by like tomorrow."
"Alright then, I'll see you around?"
"Sure. Angelina! Can you grab that?" A piece of fabric swirled away in the wind near an approaching Angelina.
Fred walked away, happy with his day and his fitting appointment.
(A/N lmao I have nooooo idea how to end these. Part two could be ready tomorrow or in 3 months, we'll see.)
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omg pls write more of what you just posted of rafe with that age gap it's sooo hot đ like something about the reader being bratty on purpose and sassing him
cw: dark!rafe x younger!reader, 29 and 19, non-con/rape, drug use, intoxicated reader, talks of free use and public sex, abusive relationship
note: is this too dark, yes or no
rafe HATES when you disobey at parties. ever since you two have started dating, you have a bad habit of misbehaving at parties to get more attention from rafe. whether that be overdrinking, snorting coke, smoking weed, or flirting with other guys. all of these being things that you KNOW rafe disapproves of.
tonight, it happened to be a mix of all of them. you went to the restroom and came back to rafe talking with one of his ex girlfriends, sofia. you completely being oblivious to the fact that he was telling her off. you huff and head back into the room where topper and kelce sit.
they're doing lines and drinking, sitting on opposite sides of a loveseat.
"hey, y/n, have a seat," topper politely greets you, gesturing to an empty chair beside the loveseat but you smile and sit inbetween topper and kelce. they give eachother a look but say nothing.
"whatcha guys doin?" you ask, looking over toppers shoulder as he sets up a line.
"coke, nothing you should concern yourself with."
"yeah rafe would kill us if he knew you were anywhere near this," kelce comments.
"hes too busy bein up sofia's pussy to care. can i do a line?"
kelce and topper both look at you at this comment, a little shocked. they knew rafe and how loyal he was to you, he never even so much as entertained another girl.
"you saw him up her pussy?" kelce asks, confused.
"well no but- it doesnt even matter, just let me do a line."
"sweetheart i dont think-" topper starts.
"pleaseeeeee?" you beg, giving him puppy eyes.
topper sighs and glances to kelce who shrugs. eventually topper responds, "okay fine, sweetie, but you cannot tell rafe."
"i won't, promise! ill even pinky promise if you want!"
topper stares at you for a moment, finding your innocence both endearing and hot at the same time. too bad you aren't his. topper sets up a line for you and gently guides you onto your knees in front of the table. he gives you the dollar bill and guides you as you snort it. you let it sit for a minute, not feeling anything, then it hits. and you want more.
"again!" you say, looking at topper, feeling your brain begin to buzz.
"yeah no i don't-"
"what the fuck are you doing?"
your eyes shoot to the doorway. rafe stands there, arms crossed, hair messy, blood on his knuckles, and he looks pissed.
"rafey!" you greet him, trying to pretend you didn't just snort cocaine. you stand up, swaying, and subsequently falling back onto the couch.
"what the fuck guys?" rafe questions, walking over to you. he looks pissed, "how much did you give her?"
"just a line, man, she asked for it. quite literally," kelce speaks first and topper agrees.
"i didn't know you don't let her do that man, im sorry-" topper defends himself and rafe shakes his head, calming down a bit.
"nah you're good, man. it's her fault. come on, princess, we have some business to discuss." rafe says through gritted teeth, roughly grabbing your arm and heading to his room. once you're upstairs and away from people, he starts scolding you, "what the fuck were you thinking? you know so much better than that."
"you were talking to Sof-"
"yeah i was telling her to go suck a fucking dick. then i beat the shit out of her boyfriend for calling you a whore. but maybe he was right, you don't think about anyone but yourself, huh? always just assuming. saw the way you were staring at top." rafe speaks with no sympathy and you two slip into his bedroom. he presses you down onto the bed, holding your hands behind your back as he flips your little skirt up, "no panties? you fucking serious? god what is wrong with you? you stupid little whore."
you hear his belt unbuckle and your head continues buzzing from your high. soon enough, you feel his cock, pushing into you. it's immediately too much.
"rafe-! no no no-"
"don't tell me fucking no, bitch. act like a whore, get treated like one. maybe i should've just fucked you downstairs," rafe starts, setting a fast pace with his thrusts, not hearing any of your protests, "or maybe i should tie you up down there, let all these drunk men use your holes since you wanna disobey. i think that's a fair punishment, huh? i try to be nice and defend your honor and you make eyes at two of my best friends. fucking bitch."
"rafe i didn't- i don't want this- stop!" you beg but rafe doesn't care. he simply tugs your hair in response as you start crying. your head is pounding and it's all too much.
"that's it, cry for it, bitch. this is my fucking pussy and i'm gonna use it when i want. now whine one more time and i'm gonna make this pussy free use to the entire island."
you whimper and stay quiet in response. you think about leaving rafe, but you can't, you love him and maybe you even secretly loved being fucked against your will.
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Hobbies Epilogue.
~ Azriel X Reader
Summary: In an attempt to keep Azriel away from Elain, Rhys sends him on a sabbatical to the Day Court. With a lot more free time on his hands Azriel needs to find something to keep him occupied. Unfortunately he meets Y/N who has the annoying habit of not staying away. Can she teach him that thereâs more to life than he thought?
Grumpy!Azriel X Sunshine!Reader
Series masterlist
Warnings: Mentions of sex. Mentions of drinking. Crippling sadness over the fact that this series is over maybe? (Just me? đ)
Feyre and Y/N were hurriedly running through the streets of Velaris towards the townhouse, Nyx held lovingly in the latter womanâs arms, his little legs too small to be able to keep up with his rushing family.
They were running late, the two having decided to meet for a coffee in the Rainbow before Y/N and Azriel set off on their long travels. A honeymoon of sorts, Azrielâs gift to Y/N for finally accepting the golden bond between them after a year of taking it slowly.
A year of the two taking in turns to visit the otherâs court, of spending every minute they werenât working in the otherâs company. Azrielâs shadows were a great help in this, aiding the male in swiftly travelling to her home at the end of each day, ensuring that the pair slept soundly in the comfort of each otherâs arms by the time night fell.
A year of Y/N getting to know her mates family. Her family. Who didnât just see the woman as Azrielâs mate, but as their sister. Her bright aura being the missing piece of their puzzle, her shining presence a sign that their family was now complete.
And what a family it was. Azriel sometimes miserably complained that he swore Y/N only visited him to get to spend her precious time with everyone else.
To paint with Feyre in her studio, using Nyx as their giggling muse as he failed to sit still for them. Wriggling and squirming, as the women attempted to capture his beaming face on the canvas. Wanting to capture every minute of his youth as they could before he grew old.
The drinking with Cassian and Mor and Ritaâs, there being many nights where a grumbling Azriel had to hide his smirk as he had to lift a wobbly Y/N into his arms in order to carry her home to sleep away the alcohol in her system.
Amren and Nesta were always up for a reading session with Y/N. The women spending hours of their time perusing through the dusty shelves of all the quaint bookshops in Velaris. Excitedly exchanging reviews whenever the woman from Day returned to the Night Court.
Y/N had even began to help Elain in her garden. Bringing trimmings of the plants that blossomed in Day, hoping that with Elainâs tender nurturing they would bloom just as beautifully in Night. Growing a piece of Y/Nâs home in Azrielâs court.
Life had been perfect. A constant upwards spiral of contentment. The shadowsinger doing everything in his power to ensure that Y/N always had a dazzling smile across her face, the male undertaking this task with a grave seriousness as if it were a matter of life and death.
Now the shimmering bond had been tethered permanently between them, life could only keep on getting better and better. And it was going to, starting with this magical trip he was going to take her on across the courts, just as Azriel had promised Y/N before the bond between them had even made its appearance.
At least it would be if Y/N actually got there in time.
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âAnd youâll make sure to write to us every week right?âŠAnd starfall! You have to come back for starfall!â Feyre panted heavily as she spoke to Y/N, the shadow of the townhouse appearing in the distance as they continued to quickly dash towards it, the figures of their impatient mates coming into their view the closer they got to the building.
âOh of course we wouldnât miss it Fey! Besides I promised this little man that Iâd save him a dance this yearâ Y/N lovingly pecked Nyx on the cheek as she answered Feyre, the young boy blushing profusely at the action. His little heart belonging entirely to the woman who held him in her arms, Feyreâs child having a youthful crush on the lady. Threatening Azriel that whilst Y/N was his mate, he would be the one to marry her.
âI knowâ Feyre flashed a gentle smile over to Y/N as they slowed in their approach to the waiting males, âI just know Azriel would keep you wandering around Prythian for an eternity if he could.â
âNo, weâd miss our family far too much. We canât stay away for too long, we wouldnât want to.â
Y/N plastered one last affectionate kiss onto Nyxâs cheek before passing him over to Feyre, the boy starting to cry as he left her tender embrace.
âFinallyâ Azriel huffed, walking over to the two women, giving Nyx a gentle squeeze to his cheek when he finally came to stand before you, âI was thinking youâd started to have second thoughts about this.â
âSecond thoughts about spending night after night alone with my dashingly handsome mate? I think notâ Y/N teased, her eyes moving to rake over her mates form. Azriel was once again wearing one of her own creations, it was all he wore these days when he didnât have to be in leathers. He said it was because he didnât like to waste money on clothes, Rhysand said it was because he was whipped.
Feyre rolled her eyes at the scent which had started to radiate from the shadowsinger, his dark eyes locked onto Y/N. âSave it for the trip Azâ she chided, tapping him on the chest as she passed by him, moving to stand by Rhys.
Azriel came to stand behind Y/N his arms wrapping protectively around her as he pulled back into his chest, leaning down to whisper in her ear, âThank the mother youâre here, the sooner we set off the sooner we can get away from Cassian.â
The woman looked over the silvery-eyed male who was hiccuping from the overwhelming force of his emotions, tears rolling down his cheeks at the realisation that his brother was leaving him for a few months.
âOh come on Az heâs not so badâ Y/N muttered, eyes going wide in shock as the General released a particularly loud sob.
âHe spent three hours crying last night at Ritaâs over the fact weâre going.â
âSee he loves you!â
âI think he was more so crying over the fact you were leaving himâ Azriel said this jokingly, but failed to cover the bitter jealous edge to his voice. The frenzy of the bondâs acceptance still not quite fading, even after the two months you had spent feeding his desires.
âYouâll miss himâ you smiled softly, warm eyes looking to your family who had gathered to wish you goodbye as you set off on your journey.
âYeahâ Azriel admitted, his own contented amber gaze taking in the same view of yours, âbut something tells me we are going to have a lot of fun these next few months. We have to make the most of our time together before you go back to Day.â
Y/N stilled, going slightly stiff in Azrielâs arms as she lifted her head to meet his face, shyly speaking to her mate, âWhat if I told you that I donât have to go back?â
âWhat?â Azriel asked, anticipation building in his chest as he turned Y/N around until her body faced his, needing to properly absorb her expression to see if what she was saying was really true.
âWhat if I said that Helion offered me a promotion? Emissary to the Night Court. He seemed to think that you guys needed some cheering up, something about you being miserable whenever I wasnât there.â
Azriel laughed, a deep, earthshaking laugh. Sweeping Y/N into his arms as he spun her around, his enthusiastic movement gathering the attention of his family.
âThen I would tell you,â Azriel started, his forehead pressing lovingly against his mates, âthat Iâm ready for whatever adventure life will throw our way.â
âYouâll never be bored againâ Y/N grinned, eyes bright and lively at the prospect of an eternity with her mate in Night, ânot if I have anything to do with it.â
âMy loveâ Azriel breathed deeply as he hovered his soft lips over Y/Nâs, âItâs impossible to be bored when I have a mate as captivating as you are.â
There was no doubt in his mind that Azriel would never find himself short of anything to do again. After all Azriel was no longer alone. He had found his mate. His other half. And he would allow himself to spend an eternity trying out new things, as long as he meant he got to do it with her. With the woman who stole his heart.
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Notes: AhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhâŠ. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!
Excuse me while I go cry.
Just want to thank you guys for all the love and support and comments and enthusiasm youâve shown this series. Thereâs absolutely no way this would have been done without you guys and youâre all amazing and I appreciate each and every one of you so so much <3
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ââââŻPAIRING: aventurine x fem!reader
CHAPTER SYNOPSIS: Â Out of everyone this couldâve happened to, of course, it struck you. As a barista, you meet new customers every day but a fateful encounter with a stupid(ly handsome) stranger, turns into two and three and to the point of no return, and somewhere along the way catching yourself faltering for his persistent charms annoyance.
WORDCOUNT: 4.2k
CONTENT & GENERAL WARNINGS: fem!reader, barista!reader, cursing, light angst if you squint, fluff, march is the n1 shipper, vague mentions of ratio, banter and bickering (more from readers side), no beta-read we die like baiheng
AUTHOR'S NOTE: the last chapter was posted like 2 weeks ago? i think not sure. sorry guys i just had no motivation in the previous few weeks at all đđ but here it is, enjoy! also just cause this took super long to write doesn't equal it being super good đ
ART CREDITS: none of the characters or art belong to me all art credits go to @/kkuekkue on x!
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âOrder for uh.â you abruptly stop your sentence. Furrowing your brow in confusion you look at the questionable name that is written on the paper cup that youâre currently holding in your hand. Your gaze drifts over to the barista behind you. âMarch..â you whisper through gritted teeth, trying to maintain a smile while pausing for a brief moment to study the face of the girl with the cotton candy-like hair.Â
The short girl hums quietly, âWhat is it?â she tilts her head to the side, a milk-frothing pitcher in her right hand, almost empty. âAnd why are we whispering?â admittedly youâre not even sure yourself, after all, people come up with silly names all the time, so why are you refraining from saying this name out loud?
âWell, I'm whispering because I don't want the other customers to listen into our conversation, but, are you sure that you wrote the right name here?â you ask the girl behind you doubtfully before directing your view towards the letters that were written in cursive and were adorned by little stars and flowers drawn by none other than March.Â
The '*âą.žâĄđđżđźđ·đœđŸđ»đČđ·đź âĄÂž.âą*' which she wrote in cursive (and if you may add, kind of crooked) made you raise your eyebrows as you held the cup in front of her face for her to see.
She always had a habit of drawing cute smiley faces or hearts onto the cups, reasoning it by saying that itâd sweeten the customers' day. Although youâre not sure if thatâs really necessary, their day probably already gets sweetened enough from the amount of sugar and sweetener March puts into the drinks.
She huffs, feigning hurt and acting offended by your question âIf you want to suspect someone, blame her!â Marchâs eyes drift over to the silver-haired girl who is currently sitting next to the trash can near the staff rooms, playing video games and thus blocking the way: Stelle.Â
The girl in question quickly lifts her head and just smiles sheepishly as if not knowing whatâs going on right now. âSheâs the one who gave me the receipts and told me the names before you took over, I just added the condiments and started creating cute latte art!.â you sigh at that. Well, whoever gave Stelle their name will probably be able to recognize it sooner or later anyway.Â
The worst case scenario that could probably happen is the customer putting their hands on the counter and starting to scream and yell at you to the point where their spit lands in your eyes. Urging to talk to your manager: Pompom. If the customer would see them the customer would probably start scolding you for bringing out the mascot instead of the manager, leaving the shop and giving you zero stars on Maps. (definitely not talking from any former experiences.) Yeah, hopefully, that wonât happen.
You let out a throaty cough before loudly shouting once again âOrder for Aventurine!â you really wonder whose mom named their kid after a quartzite stone now â hell, if you let your guard down, the next person who youâd have to call up is someone named Ashleigh or Jonaslian.Â
Whatâs up with women who are only maybe one or two decades older than, and their obsession with horrible baby names?
âHelloooâ the o of the greeting gets dragged out by the owner of the sing-song voice. âEarth to the cashier.â The next thing you know is a hand that is covered in a black leather glove, waving at your face, moving in a repetitive up-and-down motion. The gesture makes you snap out of the haze which you were in, and slightly shake your head, before looking up at the customer and getting a good glance at them. Â
In front of you stood possibly the hottest man youâve ever seen. Blond silky hair and was dressed in a crisp black waistcoat that was draped around his slim torso, wearing a turquoise button-up underneath it that was adorned with gold decorations around his collar. His tie that matched his waistcoat was adjusted perfectly so that it sat in the right place. Black leather gloves envelop his slender fingers.Â
The last time you were enamored by someone was when you were 9 reaching 10, and seeing Asami Sato bumping into Mako with her motorcycle on TV for the first time made you fall head over heels in love with her. That woman had younger you in a chokehold.
You feel your body tensing and heating up slightly. Fuck, has it always been this warm here? Your eyes sway over to the air conditioner behind you. No, that can't possibly be it, you made sure that the A/C was on the highest level before opening the cafe.Â
The blond in front of you raises his eyebrow and looks at you expectantly, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as his eyes shift over your face as if studying your expression. Thereâs amusement that settles onto his face â smugness would be the best word to describe it.
 Shit, there was no way he found out that you were fawning over him.
âTake a picture. It lasts longer sweetheart.â he shoots you a small wink and youâre not sure whether to feel impressed or horrified at the fact that he was able to read you as easily as an open book where the most important words are already highlighted in a bold colour.Â
So you remain silent â speechless, to be precise. Thereâs a familiar feeling bubbling up in your chest, one that makes you all giddy and nervous. How can someone whom you never met enarmour you so much? Itâs weird, but itâs weirder that it feels all too familiar. Suspicion arises within you.
âHmm?â Aventurine â or whatever his name may be, tilts his head to the side, a questioning and innocent expression manifesting on his face that it almost makes him look like a young boy who still has to grasp the concepts of the many fundamentals of the world.
âSpacing out already? Am I that handsome?â Yeah, keyword: almost.
It takes a second to compose yourself again before speaking up again. âYeah.â Your eyes form into crescent moons as you give him a small faux smile (how March likes to call it: your customer service smile) before your face contorts into an expression of unpleasantness âNo, in your dreams Mister. Also please hurry up, youâre holding up the line.â You point behind him and he angles his head backwards to see..no one?
âThereâs no one there.â This time itâs him who looks unimpressed, a deadpan expression gracing over his features and you do have to admit that he looks kind of cute with that expression. Oh god, what were you thinking? âYou know youâll have to do better than try to tri-â
Before he can even finish his sentence you quickly cut him off. âWith cash or with card?â Your customer service smile from before finds its way onto your face once more. âMiss, youâre so cruel! You didnât even let me fini-â âI repeat. With cash or with card?âÂ
Your patience was running thin. Lucky for him heâs somewhat respectful and cute while bothering you and not going on your nerves. If he were some weirdo, you wouldâve scurried away already. People like him (unfortunately) remind you that pretty privilege does exist.Â
His gloved hand dives into the depths of the pockets of his slacks before pulling out a leather wallet and revealing a black card. Oh great, a rich guy. âWith card.â he sighs dramatically. Do all rich people behave like this? âSir, this is a cafĂ© not an acting audition for some teenage romance drama.â Youâre not sure what to think of this guy, on one hand, his attempts are cute on the other itâs kind of weird that heâs flirting with a cashier whom he met 5 minutes ago. âJust.â You hesitate before speaking up again. âJust type your PIN in here and youâre done.â He nods and continues to do so which the small sound the machine makes confirms.Â
At that, you give him a small nod as a gesture of thankfulness, before attempting to kick him out again. âGreat, thank you. Now please go and I wish you a good day.âÂ
âBut how am I supposed to have a good day without yo-â
âYouâll live.â you wave him goodbye and that leaves him with no other choice but to step back and leave.Â
Maybe youâre hallucinating and maybe youâre just imagining it but before he leaves he gives you a small smile. The soft and charming glow that emanates from his eyes resonates well with the dusking sun as if they were reflecting the last golden rays of sunshine before they were to be engulfed by the warm hues of the sky and later on painted black like the night. An inexplicable feeling rises in your chest as he bids you goodbye, wishing you a nice day.
âOh he so has a massive crush on you.â you shudder upon hearing Marchâs voice. Her words ring in your ears like Christmas bells chiming during the holiday season. Loud and obnoxious. You try to drain the thoughts away but how can you when the source who started it all is right behind you? Continuously gushing about how that handsome stranger must have an enormous crush on you.
âThe group chat has to know about this!â March enthusiastically squeals and quickly fishes her phone out of her pockets. Before youâre even able to realize what is bound to happen let alone prevent her from aggressively typing on her phone, sheâs already sent the first message.Â
At that you can only bury your face into the palms of your hand, face sinking into your hands in embarrassment. As much as you love March, it sometimes feels like sheâs the oldest of the group and not Mr. Yang. Not in terms of matureness and wiseness, no more like in the sense of the kind of mom who has to share each and every one of her babyâs accomplishments online, but not as bad though, of course. Still.
âI hate you,â you complain, words muffled by the palms of your hands.
âI love you too.â she quips cheerfully, a smirk on her lips.
Safe to say March was in charge of cleaning and tidying up the café for the whole shift.
âAww the handsome guy from yesterday isnât here today.â March coos into your ear, a frown is displayed on her lips. She frowns, but you can see the hints of playfulness that linger in her expression. âPut on such a nice show yesterday only to chicken out. Booo, lameeee.â March rolls her eyes in amusement, giggling while doing so.Â
Although you didnât want to agree with what March had to say, sheâs somewhat right. You full-heartedly believed that heâd visit again today after the move he pulled off yesterday or perhaps you wanted him to visit him again.Â
You quickly shook your head at that thought, brushing the idea of someone paying you a visit at work off to humor you a bit. There was absolutely no way you wanted to see him again.Â
âItâs early in the morning and youâre trying to shake the dandruff out of your hair already?â âNot funny Mar-â There was no fucking way.
If this wasnât a deja vu, you donât know either. Itâs almost as if the interaction of yesterday was replaying right in front of your eyes and once again catching you off guard.
âYou know itâs not polite to blatantly stare at people right?â he spoke with a chuckle as he observed your irritated face. âFrowning like that will make you gain wrinkles.â The twitching on your right eye doesnât go unnoticed by him and he can only chuckle at that, seemingly amused by your morning misery.Â
âWhat are you doing here.â you can only mutter a single question out, dumbfounded by him appearing in front of you once again. âHm, am I not allowed to come by? I mean, everythingâs quite affordable in here and this place isnât far away from my workplace either sooo.âÂ
Well, you canât judge him for that. âThen, what do you want?â with a sigh you pluck one of the sticky notes of the block of colorful sticky notes, ready to write his order and name down. âSomeoneâs in a bad mood.â he chirps. A blank stare is the only thing you provide him as an answer and at that, he can only chuckle, itâs obvious that heâs enjoying this. âAn Iced Americano would be nice. Thanks.âÂ
âMhmm, noted.â you quickly scribbled his order down onto the quadratic paper before shouting Marchâs name over your shoulder. âCan you come here to keep our dear customer company? Iâll prepare his drink in the meantime.â you shoot Aventurine a heavy side-eye before darting your gaze back to March. The girl only giggles in response before happily skipping over to the counter.Â
âAww, do you want to extra prepare my drink?â upon hearing his remark you turn around. Meeting a pair of pink eyes which were covered behind long blond lashes, scanning your figure from a close distance.Â
Nervosity crawls at your skin as you feel yourself getting watched by him. Itâs weird â screw that, heâs weird.Â
âClose!â a giggle accompanies your words. âActually, I just really wanna get away from you. Have fun with him March.â scoffing, you turn around again.
It didnât take you long to prepare his order, filling a cup with ice cubes and pouring some shots of espresso over them was a piece of cake. âHereâ You hand him his drink and he nods in contentment before handing you a few coins, a cheeky grin appears on his face and you can see the amusement glimmering in his pink eyes. âSee you tomorrowâ he chuckles and upon that March nudges your side, which in response you can only give her an exasperated groan.Â
âYep. Head over heels in love.â she quips as soon as Aventurine is out of sight, and you have to fight the urge to slam your forehead against the counter.
Your third encounter with Aventurine occurred on a fairly rainy day. With sluggish movements and wet clothes, soaked from head to toe he slumped over to the counter and grinning as soon as he saw you.Â
âHey.â it takes you a moment to process the situation and reluctantly you reply. âHey.â Your eyes scan over his figure, his white dress shirt is completely translucent now and you canât help but let your eyes drift to the tattoo on his neck, down to his collarbone which is visibly poking out, and his slim waist, ribs only covered by a thin layer of pale skin.  Â
Aventurine seems to catch on pretty quickly and wraps himself into his blazer, seemingly uncomfortable by the way youâre looking at him.
You quickly gather your words, and voice an apology. âIâm sorry. I didnât mean to shamelessly stare, that was rude again, Iâm so sor-â âItâs fine.â Aventurine interrupts, cutting your apology curt while huffing out a tired sigh. The exasperation that resides in his voice implies that he obviously doesnât want to dwell on this topic any further. Â
A meek nod is the only response youâre able to give. âCan I just get the same thing Iâve had last time? Thanks.â he pulls out his card, ready to pay for his order.Â
âReally? An Iced Americano during this weather?â you let out a small chuckle with which youâre trying to lighten up the tense atmosphere that built up between the two of you.Â
At the sound of your light laughter, Aventurineâs eyes flicker over your face. âYou remember my order?â he asks dumbfounded.
âWell yeah, no one besides teenage girls order an Iced Americano.â you joke, the usual sarcasm back in your voice. It quenches his former uneasiness, your light-hearted words soothing him like a cool steam dripping into his parched heart.
The corners of his lips twitch and he canât help but smile. âOh, shut up.â His signature smirk graces his lips and upon catching sight of it you canât help but also let out a fond smile.Â
âWill.. a freshly black brewed coffee do?â youâre careful when asking him. Nervousness crawls at your skin in anticipation.Â
âBlack coffee?â he hums. âYeah, that should work. Thanks.â the reassuring smile he gives you makes your tense shoulder drop in relief, easing the worry that previously swam in your stomach.
You disappear into the kitchen, searching for the container that stores the coffee beans to prepare his drink, in the meantime, Aventurine quickly types into his phone before erasing the words as fast as he wrote them.
The fresh scent of coffee beans engulfs your nose and you canât help but smile. Freshly brewed coffee always reminds you of home; someone in whose arms you can bury yourself in, nudging your nose into their chest as they cage you with their arms, softly embracing you. The rattling of a coffee machine in the background rings in your ears, but the only thing you can focus on is a voice that softly caresses the shell of your ear.Â
Domesticity washes over you â itâs all too familiar.Â
Aventurineâs drink is prepared in no time and you set it on the counter which makes him look up from his phone, giving you a weak smile before wrapping his hand around the drink. Itâs still hot to touch, the warmth spreading over his hand in an instant like wildfire, itâs nice â the feeling of warmth enveloping his cold hand is nice.Â
âWell, Iâll get going now.â his announcement catches you off guard, and impulsively you reach out to tug on his sleeve to prevent him from leaving. The action leaves both you and Aventurine surprised. Curious, the blond raises an eyebrow and grins (oh how much you want to wipe that stupid grin off his face), expectantly awaiting your next move.
âSorry.â you cough apologetically before quickly letting go of his semi-dried sleeve. âBut I donât think itâs a good idea to go out again when itâs still raining. If I were you Iâd just wait until the rain stops.â Upon hearing your sincere suggestion, Aventurineâs grin falters and instead slowly molds into a fond smile that makes you inexplicably warm. Â
âAww, donât tell me you're worried that I might catch a cold?â You counter his playful remark with one of your own. âWell, yeah. Who else is supposed to give me a generous tip?â At that Aventurine can only laugh and the smile youâve been trying to hold back escapes.Â
âTouchĂ©.â
From there on visits from Aventurine became frequent, always coming during your shift or during your break to chatter with you about mindless topics. You got used to his visits, and even when you gave off the impression of showing no interest in his ramblings, you always lent him an ear, carefully listening to what he had to say about his pets or his grumpy friend.Â
(He told you that the both of you resemble each other in some way, aloof on the outside but caring on the inside. In response, you shot him a big side eye, cause what does he mean by aloof?)
The small conversations exchanged between the two of you, ranged between topics of the latest spots that have just opened, to operas and musicals and eventually work.Â
His work to be specific.
Curiosity got the better of you and you couldnât help but ask: âAventurine.â upon hearing his name sliding off your tongue, he hums in acknowledgment. âWhat is it?â you scan his attire, the material of his black blazer is slightly crumpled and the turquoise button-up heâs wearing underneath seems to be the same one as the one when you first met him.
âWhat the hell do you even work as? I mean what kind of job requires you to wear a new suit every day?â befuddlement manifests on your face. âAh, well.â Aventurine hesitates for a moment, mouth slightly agape before closing it once again as if searching for the right words to say. âIâve told you that I work here right down the street right? Iâm a teaching assistant at St. Freya University for my friend.â he gives you a small and coy smile.Â
âOh, that prestigious university for rich kids?â at that Aventurine slightly raises his eyebrows as if surprised by your remark before quietly laughing. âMhm, I suppose you could say so.â âI shouldâve known that you taught there, I bet you also went there for university.â Itâs only a joking remark you made upon impulse but the amusement on Aventurineâs face slightly dissipates, replaced with a sheepish expression. Â
âI didnât go to university.â
âWhat?â
âWhat?â
âWhat do you mean you didnât go to university? I mean as teaching a-â âI-i started working from a very early age on and not as a teaching assistant itâs only a job for me to help my friend with.â he quickly corrects himself. âOh.â âYeah.â he hums, looking away.Â
The silence is unbearable. Itâs weird and unusual for you to not hear Aventurine chatter into your ear. âSo uhm.. what do you teach or help with?â the embarrassment quickly rises to your cheeks and you turn your head downwards to avoid any eye contact. God, whyâs initiating a conversation so hard and always fucking awkward.
âInterested in joining? Want me to sign you up?â youâre relieved upon hearing Aventurine immediately responding, lifting your head only to be met with soft pink eyes that are already earnestly admiring you.Â
Your deadpan expression tells him more than enough and he chuckles more to himself than to you. âWell, my friend, he has high expectations for his students. To some people, he might appear strict, but really, itâs for their own well-being â not his. He cares about his students a lot. Sharing his knowledge about certain topics and seeing the potential in all of them, for them to pick the information up and be able to use it. So the things he does in his classes differ, from practical to theoretical classes and Iâm just there to assist with my knowledge.â the small smile that quirks at his lips doesnât go unnoticed by you.
âOkay, okay, well enough about me, what about you? Any plans for the weekend?â Aventurine smoothly changes the topic.Â
Upon being asked what your plans are your eyes immediately light up with excitement. âIâve been meaning to visit the fair for a while now. Trying out the new rides and stuff you know?â Aventurine momentarily pauses. âAh, Iâve actually never been to a fair.â his admission comes over as surprising to you.Â
âWait what? Youâve never been to a fair? Youâre lying!âÂ
âIâm not! Or maybe I am.â he laughs. âWell, I might have gone to some but I canât recall anything like that. Perhaps I was too short, too young, or too much of a pussy to try out one of the rides.âÂ
Before you can even think of how to respond to that, you blurt out a: âGo with me then!â Youâre not even sure how you had the courage to ask that, especially to someone whom youâve only met a month or hell a few weeks ago, youâre even less sure where that question even came from.
From what you can read off Aventurineâs face, he seems to be as equally surprised as you, mouth slightly agape and lips forming a smile as he stares at you with expectant eyes.Â
âReally?â Disbelief settles onto his face.
âThinking about it now, nope.â The light in Aventurineâs eyes immediately dies down, suddenly looking like a kicked puppy who didnât get any belly rubs. It somehow makes you feel bad â somehow you sympathize with him. â..Fine.â you mumble. You canât believe yourself. âThough thereâs one condition: Youâll have to pay for everything.â
âSure, no problem.â Aventurine agrees without any hesitation and that makes you skittish. âI was joking!â He gives you a boyish grin âWell, I know but itâs not like itâs a big deal either. Also, can this be considered a date?â he props his elbow up and places his cheek onto his balled fist, smirking while doing so.
âAventurine,â you say in a stern voice. âDonât make me change my mind.â
Your irritated eyes meet his fond ones. âIâm glad.â he expresses and youâre caught off guard by his sincere tone. Thereâs no teasing or playfulness behind it, just pure gratefulness.Â
âIs it alright if I have your number? Itâs easier to reach you then.â the smirk plastered on his face is enough to tell you what the actual intention behind his words is.Â
âAdmit it. You just want my number, donât you?â you deadpan him.
âHmm, who knows?â the grin on his face only grew wider, amused by the fact that you caught on so quickly.
Swiftly you fish out your phone from your pockets, unlocking it before showing him your phone number, and before you can even ask how heâs saved your number; which contact name he typed in for you, he pulls his phone away. Smiling in triumph upon seeing your irritated face.
He gets up from the chair heâs been sitting on for the past few minutes. âWell, your break is about to end soon, so Iâll take my leave.â your eyes follow him as he checks if heâs got everything. âSee you tomorrow then:â he says in a playful tone before leaving.Â
Yeah, youâre going to meet your demise, you just know it.
END NOTE: this is just idk man we're gonna progress more in the future chaps okay đ
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PLS PLS PLS loser!ellie sucking tits and nipples and going HAM on it and also thigh or arm riding đđ I LOVE UR WRITING SM IT MADE ME INSANE
omg anon love u <3 i know that loser!ellie could almost cum from sucking on ur tits :( shes been thinking about them 4 so looooong
i can imagine this as like, being yours and ellies first time together <3 its a sweltering afternoon, and youre sitting on ellies lap, after heavily making out for half an hour, her face flushed and cheeks so so warm. shes panting, bucking her hips slowly and deeply, forcing you down so you can grind on her, and shes so so nervous about it but so pent up, because fucking finally; her hand down her boxers and your instagram feed open on her phone never made her feel this fucking good. every night, she would grind on her hand, push two fingers in, and whisper your name while imagining what your tits must look like beneath those clothes. it was her dirty, little daily habit. shed stare when you werent looking, and then go take a breather in the bathroom because her palms started getting sweaty and her clit started pumping like a second heartbeat. she just couldnt face you :( she truly wanted to focus, wanted to act like a normal human being, but couldnt. act cool, shed whisper to herself after rubbing cold tapwater on her face. it never fucking worked, because thinking about your nipples poking through your shirt just clouded her mind hazy. she could never just âact coolâ
and now youre here, and fuck, she wants to take your shirt off so, so bad. her trembling hands start crawling up your waist, tracing small circles with her thumb, coming dangerously close to where she wants them the most. she looks at you with this questioning look, so starved and perverted. do you know? ellie thought to herself. do you know how long shes been wanting to do this?
when she sees you smile softly, and notices how flustered you look as well, because shes not alone in this, she asks you a simple âcan i?â with a husky, doubtful tone. sheâs desperate, how could you ever say no?
you guide her hand, slowly but surely, to cup your breast, just above your bra⊠and fuck, she grunts. her hand, almost as if it was the most natural thing in the world, squeezes your tit forcefully. you cant help but whimper, so she looks up at you, mouth parted, shes fucking soaked. that was the most beautiful thing shes ever heard in the world.
âdâŠ- youâ she stutters, her breaths short and uneven, chest rising up and down. shes speechless. she wants to slap herself, tell herself to get a fucking grip⊠but its ellie were talking about. so she just bucks her hips forward, grazing her cunt over yours. she finally manages to grow some balls and says - âdo you know how long ive wanted to see you like this?â
a full sentence. no stuttering. she wants to pat her own back.
that ends you. you quickly take your shirt off, and then un-clasp your bra, your tits completely spilling out in front of her. ellie swore she drooled all over her shirt. but she wasnt that much of a loser. she just froze.
âtouch themâ you say, theyre all hers. you need this just as bad as she does.
âfffuckâ she grunts, and then she just, fucking latches on to them. her hand catches your left tit, kneading it between her fingers, and her hot, wet, sleazy mouth starts forcefully sucking your right tit, in and out, and in and out again. she doesnt think shes breathing, because sheâs practically suffocating on your tits. the noises that leave her mouths are obscene, her mouth latching off, and then latching on again with loud pop sounds. she looks like an animal, almost. she thrusts her hips forward, she doesnt even know shes doing it, because the only thing on her mind is your fucking tits, and how pretty and puffy your nipples look, how good they taste, how bad she wants to shove your face into a pillow while grinding her cunt on your sensitive nipples and squeeze her sleek cum all over them. shes pretty sure she might cum just from the undone zipper of her stupid jeans hitting her clit, and fuck, when did she even unzip them?
it feels so fucking good, and it tickles, and then hurts a little, shes squeezing and sucking, and then she just growls while panting harshly :( âfuckingâ suck tits suck gonna make me fucking cum
jeez, ellie⊠maybe ur not that big of a loser
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Bad Habits Are Hard to Break When I'm With You.
Thomas Shelby x reader
Author's note: what is my obsession with Tommy having a mistress? đ
Masterlists
Summary: Thomas can't seem to stay away from his wife's new friend, and even if he could, neither of them would want him to.
Warnings: SMUT/NSFW, angst, infidelity
Sheâs like a bad habit- the worst of them. He could drink himself to oblivion, smoke until his lungs turn to marsh and drown his system with opium and she'd still be the worst habit- the worst addiction- he has. Thomas doesnât recognize himself when heâs around her; it's like she enters a room and heâs entranced.
Under the control of a siren song or some enchantment.
She ruins him, makes a mess of him. Because Thomas thinks that even when she isnât around, heâs completely and utterly in ruins at the thought of her. Her. Y/n. A recent friend of Lizzieâs, the object of his wildest and most lewd fantasies. He never even had time to be perplexed by the odd pair they made before being totally consumed by the very thought of her; Y/n, her expensive education and even more expensive London apartment and Lizzie, who he knows is only still married to him out of convenience. At this point, he canât even remember where or how Lizzie met her, just that she was in his drawing room one day, sipping gin and wearing lips so red that he swore theyâd been painted with the juices of fresh, spring berries.
Since then, heâs kissed those lips. Tasted their sweetness, been intoxicated by their saccharine flavor.
And his wife hasnât suspected a damn thing- at least, he thinks she hasnât. If she has, Thomas hasnât noticed, and that may be because his interests have been lying elsewhere.
And now heâs sitting so close to her that he swears that her perfume floods his senses with every inhale. Thomas knows that he can just reach over and lay his hand on her thigh, but what kind of husband does that right in front of his wife? The worst kind. Thomas knows that heâs probably amongst the worst of the worst, the type that would reach over and splay his hand under Y/nâs skirt while they dined with Lizzie but Y/n is as good of a friend as she can be given the circumstances and would give him an earful if he did something like that.
So heâll keep his hands above table and try to contain himself for as long as necessary.
Dinner seems to drag on, though. Thereâs an eternity between the moment the first drink is laid before them to the moment Francis announces that dessert will be served shortly. Thomas swears that heâs gone gray by the time the meal is over, and by then, the tension is enough to stifle him.
âOh, Tommy,â Lizzie knocks off the ash from her cigarette, âI forgot to mention, Y/n is staying over tonight. The drive back to her place is so long, and her driver asked for the rest of the night off.â
âI hope it's no imposition,â Y/n interjects after a long sip of her wine, and the sparkle in her eyes when she says it is telling of something more. Of course, Thomas already knows sheâll be staying over, sheâd already detailed her and Lizzieâs arrangement to him when they saw each other the day before, at a hotel in the city, where four walls had cocooned them for a few precious hours. âMy driver is taking his wife to dinner for her birthday, but if its any trouble, I can try to make other arrangements.â
âNo trouble,â Thomas shrugs, holding her gaze, âAnything for aâŠ.friend of my wife.â
At that, Lizzie scoffs a chuckle, âWell thatâs a first,â she jokes brashly, polishing off her wine before reaching over to pour herself another glass.
Y/n chuckles too, and the sound is so melodious that he thinks heâs never heard something sweeter, âI must be special then,â she teases.
In response, Thomas huffs, and its only because he canât say anything that wonât give them away. But in truth, Y/n is special; sheâs the first woman to ever make his knees feel like theyâre buckling every time with just a look, he has to pocket balled fists when heâs around her just so the tension coursing through his body has somewhere to go and he hangs on to every word she says.
Sheâs the only reason heâs still at that table; he and Lizzie rarely have dinner together, much less drinks afterwards. But Thomas canât stand to let Y/n out of his sights. He wants to see the way her lips stain those minty, imported cigarettes that she enjoys and be privy to those moments when she casually runs her fingers along her collarbone.
It's possible that sheâs worse than an addiction - Y/n is an obsession, and he is nothing but a fiend.
The rest of their quiet evening passes with her and Lizzie dominating the conversation, with Thomas only enduring the whole thing so he can be in Y/nâs orbit. Afterward, they separate; Lizzie decides to show Y/n to her room, and he steals away to his office under the guise of having to work. Though, while there are a series of documents that require his attention, it's impossible for Thomas to focus while sheâs in the room over his head. Probably peeling off that stunning silk dress, exposing ample breasts and perfect curves while the smooth fabric skims down thighs that heâs tasted the inside of and legs that have locked around his hips more times than he can count. And because of that, the excuse of having to work is just that, an excuse. A way to bide time until heâs certain that Lizzie is their room, hopefully deep in a wine induced slumber.
When the house finally goes still, Thomas deserts his suit coat and heads upstairs, passing his own bedroom and pausing in front of the guest room where the yellow glow of a lamp seeps out from under the door. Without knocking, he turns the knob and pushes the door open slowly, hoping to quiet the pesky creek that accompanies the motion.
Thomas finds Y/n on a chair near the window, which she has opened. The tall lamp is positioned over her shoulder, and in her hands, she clutches a novel with a name he doesnât recognize past the title being obviously in French. âWhatâre you readinâ eh?â
Marking her page, she sets the book down in her lap, freeing the view of her chest, clad in a rayon nightie that doesnât do much to hide the fact that she isnât wearing a bra. âA book. It's French.â Y/n hums.
âI can tell,â He huffs, and Y/n laughs softly.
Deserting the chair, she stands and proceeds to cross the floor. Her steps are practically inaudible on the lacquered floors, possibly because she isnât wearing shoes. âItsâŠâŠromantic, in its own way,â when she reaches him, Y/n looms her arms around his neck and Thomas instinctively takes firm hold of her hips, the warmth of her skin permeating the thin fabric. âYou wouldn't get it.â
âCallinâ me stupid?â Thomas arches a brow.
Y/n giggles, a sound so thrilling that Thomas struggles to not come apart right there. âOh, I would never,â the tips of her fingers caress his nape so gently that they feel like butterfly wings beating against his skin. âIt's about the devil. And a man.â
Thomas searches her eyes, âAnd what does the devil do to the man, eh?â
âFalls in love with him. Follows him around disguised as a woman and tries to seduce him,â Y/n offers simply, and Thomas pauses, âIt reminds me of us,â she adds in a more hushed tone.
He squints a little, trying to understand what she could possibly be trying to say, âWhy? Am I the man or the devil?â
At that, she laughs a little louder, âWell you're hardly a virgin boy,â leaning into him a bit more, Y/n continues, inching her lips closer and lowering her tone, breath fanning his neck, âPerhaps we're both the devil.â
âOui,â he offers humorously, Burmie accent muddling his pronunciation.
Licking her lips, she stands on her toes to bring them closer to his, and at this point, her breasts are pressed firmly to his chest, âMon cher BelzĂ©buth, je t'adore,â (my dear Beelzebub, I adore you). Y/nâs accent is the perfect product of a well-educated and widely traveled woman, and he can practically taste her words as they send the most pleasurable tingle up the center of his back.
âMaybe I should read that book,â Thomas suggests.
Y/nâs hand starts creeping downwards, first grazing his shoulder, then his chest, passing over his stomach before finally settling on the bulge in his trousers. There must be a spark when her fingers curl against him because that would be the only reason for the hitch of his breath. âPerhaps you should do something else,â she gives him a purposeful squeeze, and Thomas mirrors the motion by tightening his grip on her hips.
âYeah?â He rasps, pressing his forehead to hers.
âYes,â Y/n hisses. His lips come down on hers, and she readily relinquishes control. Her mouth is, just as he remembers, soft and warm. Y/nâs lips are sweet from the wine and he can taste the mint from her last cigarette. When he curls his fingers around the back of her thighs, hoisting her up into his arms, she gasps.
âYou never said if I was special,â her breathy words punctuate their hungry kisses.
âReally?â He breathes, walking forward until her back hits the nearest wall, eliciting a soft âomphâ. âWell sweetheart, let me show you.â
Caressing his nape, Y/n bucks her hips, âPlease.â
Securing her against the wall, Thomas shoves the hem of her nightie up Y/nâs thighs, feeling the contrast of her warm, silky skin under his rough, calloused fingers. âAll night,â he rasps between fervent, open-mouthed kisses, âYouâve been a fuckinâ distraction,â he squeezes her hips so tightly that his fingers might leave bruises, âWhat are you doinâ to me woman? Eh?â He groans when she bites his lower lips, âYouâre a fuckinâ drug.â
If there's anything worse than opium, it's probably her.
Y/n giggles softly, âAm I now? Drugs are intoxicating.â
In his arms, he carries Y/n over to the bed, unceremoniously dropping her onto the perfectly made sheets. Clamoring onto the mattress, Thomas quickly positions himself between her spread legs and undoes his shirt, casting it off to the side before leaning over her, so their faces are a mere inch apart. âSo are you,â he smirks, sealing his words off with a searing kiss.
âThomas,â Y/n croons when his lips travel to the column of her neck, hips bucking towards his in an unspoken plea. His response is a low hum as he nibbles on her skin. âPlease,â she begs again, and he revels in her insistence; heâs had women long for him, but its different with Y/n. With Y/n, everything else fades to black, and theyâre the only two people in the world. With Y/n, his reciprocated desire for her will always doubled;
No person has ever longed for another the way he yearns for Y/n.
âPatience,â he teases, hands taking their time as they appreciate the topography of her curves. By now, he can probably draw a map of her from memory; Thomas has a million pictures of her stowed in his mind and his fingers know the shape of her even when she isnât in the room. There isnât another body- or anything else- that heâs committed so well.
He can single out her laugh in a sea of chatter. Smell her perfume the minute she walks into a room filled with fragrant flowers.
Y/nâs glossy, burgundy nails dig into his back, leaving crescent shaped marks in their wake, while her bare heels press into his thighs. When Thomasâ lips reach her chest, he sucks purplish bruises into the swell of her breasts causing goosebumps to litter her otherwise silky skin.
His own desire strains against the rough fabric of his trousers, making them so tight that its hard to ignore. But Thomasâs determination to prolong his time with her triumphs all else; it's always been so peculiar to him, how half the pleasure of being with her came from just being with her. In her orbit, knowing sheâs in the same room with him, touching him - choosing him when millions of other men would probably fall at her feet at a momentâs notice.
âThomas,â she croons when he pushes her night dress up so his kisses can travel to the plane of her stomach. His fingers maintain a white knuckled grip on the fabric, and its probably the only thing keeping him sane enough to completely debauch her.
âMmm?â he hums, mouth lingering right above her public bone, âTell me what you want, darling.â
âYou,â Y/n heaves, hips lifting off the bed, only for Thomas to force them down with a bruising grip. Her fingers, lithe and warm, thread through his hair, âI just want you.â
After peppering a series of feather-light kisses to the inside of her thighs, he works his way up her body again, eventually peeling the fabric over her head. âWhat?â She breathes when Thomas pauses, one elbow sunken into the mattress, holding him up over her while he cups her cheek with his free hand. He marvels at the softness of her skin beneath his touch, the way it feels like she's been conjured up by some combination of Japanese silk and gypsy magic. With every exhale, he can feel the tops of her bare breasts touching his chest, and Thomas can taste the wine from earlier on her breath.
She's real, she tangible, she's there.
And yet, most times, he can't believe that she's in his life.
âI'd do anythinâ for you, you know that?â He'd kill for her - he'd live for her.
His words make Y/n smile a little, that little twist of her full lips that makes his heart tick a little quicker. âWhat a politician you are,â reaching up, Y/n's thumb gently caresses the scar near his eye.
There's a little voice in his head that aches to argue; he would never use that hollow, politician's charm on her. He can't. Her eyes make it difficult to lie to her. But he's too concerned withâŠ.other endeavors to try to change her mind. Instead of arguing, Thomas catches her lips in a heady kiss, while Y/n clumsily reaches between them to undo his trousers, before using the front of her feet to shove them, along with his pants, down his legs
Unable to hold himself back for any longer, Thomas lines himself up with her entrance and pushes in. There's a moment of euphoria; a low groan that probably filters out of the room and a lewd moan that makes no effort to hide what they're doing.
Simply put, she feels like the closest to heaven heâll ever get, and Thomas is perfectly fine with that.
If her body is the pearly gates, if her lips are Eden's fruit. If her fingers tracing patterns on his skin is grace from a god that has otherwise forgotten him, Thomas will take it with pleasure. In fact, he'll pray for it. To it.
âFuck,â Thomas grunts, stirring a rough, albeit controlled, rhythm. With one arm curled around his back and the other hand clinging to his shoulder, Y/n presses her face to the side of Thomasâ, alternating between kissing his jaw and drawing in audible, hitched breaths. The little noises that heâs able to extract never fails to inch him closer to release.
Simultaneously, the feel of him filling her up so well that it almost burns is exhilarating. Y/n can feel every vein running along his shaft, and each stroke ensures that Thomas hits the perfect spot. The friction he creates with each thrust makes her toes curl tightly and her hips reach for his, eager to match his pace.
Dragging her nails along his back, they tickle his nape before settling on the top of his head, so she can thread her fingers through his hair. âThomasâŠ..â she pants, breathless, âI'm-â
He doesn't let her finish, instead snatching her lips in a searing kiss. Her skin is hot, and Y/nâs legs, still wound around his hips, start tightening. Her vision goes white and her mind is reduced to a muddled mess when it happens;
Complete and unparalleled bliss.
No one can make her feel what Thomas does, wield her body the way he does.
Their mouths are still locked when she moans softly and he feels her walls clench around him.
Thomasâ strained grunt is accompanied by the rhythmic roll of his hips lapsing into harsh, jerked movements. Sliding his free hand down her side, he takes a bruising hold of her waist. He can feel her body quaking while his goes rigid. His ragged breaths tumble into her mouth between messy kisses and noses pressed together. As Thomas pours himself into her, every sound she makes is amplified, panting that matches the heavy rise and fall of his chest, the pitch in her inhale at the moment her back curves gracefully, and the slow rustle of sheets as she gives them a grounding tug.
Spent, Thomas gingerly detaches himself from Y/n and rolls onto his back, but not without his arm curled around her shoulders. She settles in the space between his arm and chest and stretches her arm out to drape it across his mid. He raises his hand to lazily thread his stocky fingers through her hair, and her eyes slip shut at the comforting sensation.
Oh, the things sheâd give to fall asleep like that every night.
They stay tangled up like that for a while, but still not for nearly as long as either of them would prefer. The clock, in some odd corner of Thomasâ vast abode eventually reminds them of the late hour at the stroke of midnight, its familiar sound traveling to even the homeâs most private quarters. With a sigh, Y/n shifts and presses her forehead to his side, âYou should go,â she whispers.
Thomasâ response isnât much, a rough hum of acknowledgement and his fingers trailing from her hair to stroke the center of her back. The pads of his fingers arenât anything akin to the men that she usually surrounds herself with, theyâre harsh and worn from having clawed their way out of Small Heath â and fighting to stay out.
âGo to sleep,â he eventually rasps, and she feels his lips on the top of her head for a moment. Y/n wants to protest; she likes to be awake when he leaves, if only so she can savor every last second of his presence. Soak him up, sear the image of him into her mind lest it be the last time she lays her eyes on him.
Because what they share is so fragile and so marred by recklessness and immorality that its a wonder its lasted so long.
Perhaps they're lucky. Or just too selfish to habour even a thread of guilt.
Thomas, on the other hand, usually prefers to slip away when Y/n is asleep. It's easier, he thinks, not having her arms tight around him when he reluctantly deserts her embrace, not having to look at her as he inches the door shut. He can maintain apathy when her hold is limp and her hair has fallen over her face; he can pretend sheâs just another tryst and not the woman who has completely beguiled him. The one heâd swear himself to at a momentâs notice.
âGo,â Y/n urges after a stretch of steady, comfortable silence, âbefore she goes looking for you.â
Instead of making a move to get out of the bed, Thomas tightens his embrace, âI donât care,â he returns in the same hushed tone, âlet her look.â Let her do whatever she wants, its not like their marriage can get any worse than it already is.
âI care,â Y/n sits up, pulling the sheets over her chest. Freeing one of her hands, she touches the side of his face, and Thomas leans into her palm, âLizzie is my friend. Sheâs a good friend.â
Licking his lips, Thomas sits up against the headboard, âif I told you to choose, would you?â
Y/n searches his eyes, trying to determine how serious heâs being. âIn a heartbeat,â she promises earnestly, tipping her chin slightly before leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to his lips. She pulls away before Thomas can deepen it, but his fingers return to her hair, keeping her face close to his. âBut you donât want that.â
âYou always know what I want, eh,â Thomas scoffs sarcastically, rolling his eyes. âI should go,â he determines, fingers curling in her hair slightly. When they kiss again, Y/n drops the blanket, pressing one hand to the center of his chest while her other lingers on his face. His arm goes around her back against, hand splayed on the center in a bid to keep her close. The kiss is deep and quickly devolves to a messy affair. His tongue slips past her teeth, exploring her mouth, and she's melting into him.
Neither of them are sure who pulls away first, but the moment is taunt with painful reluctance. His hand leaves her hair so Thomas can ghost his thumb over her plump, lower lip. âI should go,â he determines again, and Y/n shuffles away so he can get out of bed. Slumping against the tufted headboard, she watches as he gets dressed, pulling on articles of clothing as he finds them, before finally collecting his shoes in his hand. He doesnât say anything as he leaves. In fact, Thomas doesnât even look at her; he thinks if he does before he gets to the door, he simply wonât leave.
âGoodnight, Tom,â Y/n offers softly as he eases the door open, careful to not let it creak.
When heâs safely in the corridor, he peers at her through the four inch crack, ââNight, Y/n.â He swears her eyes tun glassy as she holds his gaze, but he canât be sure that isnât just his hope that she wants him to stay as much as he wants to.
The door is finally shut with the most subtle of clicks, and Thomas spends the next handful of seconds staring up the hall, checking that the door to the master bedroom doesnât open. It's really for Y/n, because heâs been on the receiving end of Lizzieâs threats long enough for them to roll off his back. Satisfied that he's in the clear, Thomas offers the door to the guest room one final, backwards glance before setting off on quiet steps, practically forcing himself to press forward.
There's a hollowness residing within him that yawns wider every time he leaves her, like a grave that gets deeper or a valley that stretches open. It's almost as if Y/n fills and overfills that gaping emptiness within him, and then, when sheâs gone again, Thomas is worse off than before.
He needs her more than he did before.
Gripping shoes a little tighter, he summons the same resolve that kept him alive in the tunnels, and trudges to his room. The walk towards his room is long, and he swears he may need blinders, the type riders put on horses, to stop him from looking back. He just wants to see if sheâs poking her head out of the room, the way she watches from the window when he leaves her flat. While he doesnât think he can bear her eyes tonight, Thomas doesnât want to miss the chance to look into them one more time, either.
When Thomas finally gets to the master bedroom, just as he opens the door, he gives in. He looks â but she isnât there. Instead, he catches a glimpse of the door being pulled shut, the soft click echoing off soaring walls.
Sheâs gone, and now he must wait. For the next fix. The next hit. The next time sheâs willing to lend him her time.
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I WANT SOME (OF YOUR LOVE) - spiderwoman!h.yj x f!reader
SYPNOSIS; yunjin being late to band practice is slowly becoming a habit...and you think you know why. yunjin also has a habit of blushing around you, and you definitely know why.
NOTES; 1.9k. it's all fluff <3 i watched across the spiderverse and had to...lsrfm is a rock band đ©ââ€ïžâđâđ© yunjin being a terrible liar and chaewon being done w her bs đ there's a little bit of swearing
"shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!"
yunjin is late to band practice. again.
which, in theory, should be fine. punctuality was important to her but, hey, in the life of spiderwoman, there had to be sacrifices, right?
"jen, where are you?"
delivered 5 minutes ago. she'll arrive in another 5. shit.
"jm almost theref i orimkse!;" đŁđ§ââïžâ"
you stare at your phone with narrowed eyes, your brain trying to process and translate the foreign language.
"hey," you hear chaewon, the leader of your band, call you, "have any idea where your girlfriend is?" she teases, though you can sense a little bit of frustration from her part, which was understandable, knowing that yunjin was her friend too.
"girlfriend!?"
"girlfriend?"
"girlfriend!"
the other three shout simultaneously. eunchae's eyes are sparkling, kazuha's mouth is open in an "O" shape, and sakura looks like she's about to interrogate you on when, why, how, and where this happened.
you throw off the others with a wave of your hand, offering the leader an apologetic smile, tapping your drumsticks on your lap, "ignoring the "girlfriend" part because she isn't, but she did say she'd be here soon."
chaewon merely gives an unconvinced hum, inspecting her microphone while kazuha tunes her bass guitar, eunchae tests her keyboard, and sakura practices rifts on her electric guitar. you tap your drumsticks on the cymbal a little nervously.
"i'm here!" a loud voice announces, as huh yunjin finally runs in, her hair looking messed up, her clothes ruffled, and her own electric guitar lugging along with her on one shoulder. chaewon purses her lips at the scene, but you simply leap from your chair and towards yunjin.
the taller girl closes her eyes and braces for a lecture, but all she feels is gentle hands weaving through her hair. she opens her eyes and looks into yours. you don't look mad...?
"huh yunjin," you whisper.
"hm?" she hums dazedly, her cheeks turning a warm pink when your hands move to pat at her wrinkled clothes.
"what's your excuse this time?" sakura chimes instead, stealing your question from you. at this, yunjin smiles sheepishly, sneaking a glance at you for advice on how to approach this, but all you give her is a slight nod. she sighs.
"i actually have a very good excuse for this and, well....i-"
"she was picking something up for me," you answer for her, with your back still facing the rest of the band. yunjin looks at you, failing to hide her relieved expression, and you shake your head at her before turning around and having a staring contest with chaewon.
the leader sighs and gestures for the both of you to get on stage, "just don't make a habit of it, please, that was the third time this week, jen."
"yes ma'am," the blond electric guitarist nods with a grin, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek and running to the stage before you could reprimand her.
you huff, rubbing your cheek, and you make your way back to your drums, deciding to talk to her privately about it later.
you take no notice of how hot your cheeks felt, and you certainly pretend that you're unaware of yunjin's stares.
"I can't keep covering for you, yunjin," you mumble, patting gently at the cut on her cheek. she lets out a pained whine as you do so, but you don't let up.
yunjin doesn't say anything at first, not when you're in such a...compromising position.
'is this on purpose?' she thinks, because between you straddling her lap and treating her stinging wounds, it's either the pain or how horredously down bad she is that's making her this dizzy.
and your face was terribly close. she swallows, not making direct eye contact with you.
"hey," your lips curl into a small smirk, and yunjin makes the mistake of looking up. her cheeks immediately color when her gaze locks with yours, "you've been uncharacteristically non-hyperverbal with me today."
you bandage her cheek carefully, then moving on to the small gash on her stomach.
"may I?"
her cheeks burn with embarrassment as she lifts up her own shirt for you, and you roll your eyes playfully at how dramatic she's being. you feel her squeeze your arm when you disinfect it, with you biting your lower lip in concentration.
"is this really necessary?" she finally gathers the courage to ask, and she gestures to you sitting on her lap as though it wasn't your first time.
"why?" you whisper, finishing up the first-aid, the tip of your nose touching hers, "does it bother you, spiderwoman?
and yunjin tries. she tries her absolute hardest not to give in, because she wonders if this was all a game to you. she wonders if yesterday night had happened at all.
yunjin doesn't know why you're so calm when she had just saved your life.
she had thought that after the shock of almost being burgled, you'd be shaking like every other person would be. but instead, here you were, sitting on the edge of your fire escape, offering her half your sandwich.
she's hanging upside down, her mask only lifted high enough for her lips to be visible as she quietly accepts the food after you refused to take back your offer.
"can i ask you a question?"
yunjin nods slowly, "go ahead."
"are you always this caring towards the people you save?"
she's caught off-guard by the question and grateful that the mask was hiding her flustered expression.
"...i don't know what you mean."
you raise an eyebrow, a shit-eating grin on your face, though it did look a little strange for her from this angle, "really? well, do you bring every single one of them home? and stay a while? do you somehow know all their addresses? are you secretly a stalker?"
yunjin rolls her eyes underneath her mask, but her heart is racing. were you implying that you knew it was her?
knowing she wasn't sure of what to say, you lean closer to her masked face, and yunjin swears that she hears your breathing get slightly shaky.
"jennifer," you whisper, relishing in the way she tenses up visibly, "you know you're terrible at hiding things and how you're feeling, right?"
the last bit of sandwich she has in her hand drops, and she catches it with her web and a small yelp, making you giggle. her jaw hangs open and she racks her head, thinking how she could save this.
but, she knows, if there is any chance of anyone ever knowing about her secret, it would be you.
"how did you know?" she manages to say, her lips pursing.
"let's just say you're pretty obvious," you say, "at least, to me. and in more than one way."
"your voice, your mannerisms, and the subtle hints..."
yunjin finds herself staring at your lips. 'oh my god,' she thinks, mentally facepalming, 'is this really the best time to be dreaming about kissing her, huh yunjin?'
"wait, what?" oh. how articulate.
you let out a soft laugh at her dumbfounded tone, and she finds herself moving closer, and closer.
"if you already know who i am," you can feel her warm breath on your lips, "and you know how i feel, then, what are you going to do about it?"
"i can think of something," you say, staring at her lips, and she finally closes the gap, her lips hesitantly brushing against yours, before you cup her cheeks with your hands and you pull her close.
god, an upside down kiss. she could literally die happy now.
she could hardly register what's happening before you pull away. her lips chase yours, but you only giggle before gently pulling her mask off. there she is, the person who's been plaguing your daydreams.
"wanna come in and talk?"
"...more kisses?"
"mhm, if we talk."
"deal."
unfortunately, your roommate had called from inside, and she immediately pulls her mask back on. you're just about to apologise, but she shakes her head.
"tomorrow?" she asks, hopefully.
you pull her mask down again, just enough to give her one last kiss. she's almost afraid the web that's holding her up will break from how weak every part of her is feeling right now.
"tomorrow."
well, tomorrow was here. and fuck, she wants to kiss you again.
"wait," yunjin presses her index finger to your lips, "you promised we'd talk."
"right," you smile, opting for a kiss on her forehead instead, and she can feel the gears in her head screeching at this point, "sorry, you just look extremely kissable."
yunjin's hands settle hesitantly on your hips while your arms wrap around her neck, "what do you wanna talk about?"
"first of all," yunjin tilts her head, "what are we?"
"whatever you want," you tease, making her pout, to which you giggle, "okay, okay."
"jennifer huh," you say in a more serious voice, somehow making her posture straighten. you lean your forehead on hers, your voice laced with lovesick undertones that makes her heart melt, "i want to be your girlfriend."
yunjin can't stop herself from grinning.
"again."
"what?" you pull back a little to see her entire face. she looks happy. you love when she's happy.
"say it again," yunjin whispers breathlessly, her hand reaching up to cup the side of your face, her thumb brushing against your lips, "please."
"huh yunijn," your head feels fuzzy, but you nod as you humour her, shivering when her other hand starts playing with the hem of your shirt, "i want to be your girlfriend. that is, if you wa-"
she doesn't allow you to finish her sentence before she presses her lips to yours, making a surprised sound leave your throat. your hands tangle in her hair, and when you pull a little, you feel giddy when she whines softly.
this time, she pulls away first, but you don't chase her lips. you don't have to, anyway.
yunjin clears her throat, her blush getting redder as she gives a indifferent shrug, "sure, sure. yeah, that sounds good."
you scoff, slapping her shoulder playfully.
"okay! okay, i'm sorry, babe," yunjin pouts, and it's honestly terrifying how much of an effect she has on you already.
also. woah. babe. you're mentally giggling and kicking your feet at this point. not that you're ever gonna let her know.
"i want to be your girlfriend too," she kisses your cheek, "but, you do know what comes along with being spiderwoman's girlfriend, don't you?"
"enlighten me!"
"i mean, i'm somehow always in trouble, which means you could get into trouble, and it can and will be dangerous, and oh god, i wonder if we should even-"
"nuh uh," you interrupt, using your hand to cover her mouth.
her eyebrows furrow as she lets out muffled complaints, and you tsk at her, "you've already saved me once, jen. i'd trust you with my life. i've got your back and you have mine."
yunjin takes your hand off her mouth and she sighs in defeat, nodding, "you're right."
"aren't i always?" you question in faux offense and she snorts in return, looking at you with so much fondness that it made your heart ache.
she nuzzles her face into your neck and pulls you closer, "it means a lot, you know."
"i know."
"babe, please tell me you're almost here đ§ââïž"
you stand outside your home, weaving your hand through your hair, waiting for her reply. you look away from your phone and up at the sky, the blue appearing especially pretty today. then, suddenly, you see a small, dark-suited figure flying through the same sky.
you think you're hallucinating until you see the mask up close, and your eyes widen comically when your girlfriend swoops by and picks you up smoothly by your waist with one arm, her other one preoccupied with webbing. other than the deafening whistle of the air as you shot up, you hear her breathless, excited voice, "hi, babe!"
"y-yunjin!" you yelp when your legs almost land on top of a random car in traffic, "this is not what i meant by picking me up for practice!"
spiderwoman only laughs, fleeting and free, amd your breath hitches in your throat.
ah, fuck.
you bury your face in her neck, focusing on how warm and secure her arm felt around your waist instead.
"you owe me for putting me through this!"
"aw, come on! now, be honest, would you give this ride a 5 star rating?"
"yunjin!"
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could you plsss write a dom suguru smut đ maybe sprinkle in some overstim and SOFTTTT aftercare đđ€
àŒË°.àłàż*:Cabin | Suguru Geto
SYNOPSIS: You and Suguru go on a group cabin trip, with a couple of drinks and your love for each other⊠what happens?
CONTENTS: dom!suguru, established relationship, rough, smut, fluff, soft, fem!reader
i forgot the overstim please donât hate me đŁ
âdeodorant?â you ask with your iPad in the palm of your hand, the pencil hovering over.
suguru digs in the side of your shared bag, halfway pulling out a baggy with your deodorants, letting out a drawn-out "uhhh.â
âcheck.â he says, his deep voice flowing out like honey.
you check off the box on your iPad, zooming in on the next checklist item. Â
âcharges? including phone, iPad, and computer.â suguru pats himself down, then leans his body over the bag that laid on the bed, snatching up a mini box that held the chargers.
âcheck.â
you check off the box, then zoom into the last checklist, âspoons?â
he tilts his head, squinting his eyes in confusion. âwhat?â
you throw the iPad on the bed and walk towards the nightstand on your side, pulling out a ziplock bag filled with spoons.
âitâs for the couple's activity.â you say throwing the spoons on top of the bag, walking back to retrieve your iPad, checking off the spoons, then closing the case cover.
he sighs, putting the spoons inside the bag and zipping them up.
you guys were going on a couples trip for a few days. one of your girlfriends wanted you to come, so you of course agreed with no hesitation.
suguru on the other hand, wasnât too thrilled; he wasnât a big fan of hanging out with other couples.
at first, he made it his life mission to be accepted by your friends, hang out with them, and gain their trust, but after months, he gave up.
itâs not that they didnât like him; it was that he was just... there?
after months of no avail, your friends would invite you and suguru on double dates, triple dates, and, oh god, dates with four couples.
every date ended with him complaining of a headache.
so knowing he wasnât thrilled about 2-hour dinners with other couples, imagine how shocked and disappointed he was when you told him your friend invited you to a three-day trip in the mountains with four other couples.
âim sorry⊠fucking what?â he says, putting down his phone and looking at you like he just saw a ghost.
you slide on his lap, wrapping your arms around him.
âitâll be fun, trust; amber really wanted US to come, please." you say, batting your eyelashes, taking a strand of his hair, and twirling it.
he sighs, dropping his head in defeat. how could he say no?
he thinks you guys are just going to build connections and all that other corny shit couples do in a group together, but really, this was for him.
he always had a hard time getting out there and just letting loose, and you thought this would be just right.
suguru slides the shared bag onto his shoulder, slipping his wallet into his pocket.
âyou ready?â he asks, adjusting himself. you could tell he was nervous; he always had a habit of fidgeting before an event.
you nod, walking out, and suguru follows. after everything was placed in the car and the seatbelts were on, you both started the drive-out.
the cabin wasnât too far, but it was a little bit away. the mountains and the waterfalls were really pretty this time of year.
after an hour or two of driving, suguru pulls into a rocky driveway where two other cars sit. a figure walks out from the porch towards the car as he parks.
amber knocks on the side of your window, and you smile brightly at her, unbuckling your seatbelt and getting out.
suguru gets out, grabs your bags, and walks to the front of the car, leaning on it.
she gently pulls your arm, walking you to the side of the cabin.
âim so glad you could make it; i donât know what i wouldâve done if you couldnât.â you laugh, reaching your arm out and rubbing hers.
âof course, are we too early? i donât see anyone  else."amber digs in her pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter and shaking her head.
âmm mm.â she says as she slips a cigarette in her mouth, shaking her head and lighting the cigarette.
she takes a drag, looking around the corner, then back at you. âeveryone else lives a bit closer, so iâm sure theyâre just waiting a bit.â
you nod, smiling at her, then look at the ground. she watches your demeanor change and taps your arm.
âi gave you the biggest room; why are you frowning?â she says it jokingly.
you laughed lightly, pushing her arm back; you were just scared for suguru. you didnât want this to be an unbearable experience for him.
while you thought you couldâve been doing him a favor, heâs probably losing his shit.
âdonât be too hard on him," you say, leaning back onto the logs. amber rolls her eyes, taking another drag.
âoh come on, itâs all jokes. tell your boyfriend to stop being sensitive.â
you scrunch your face up in annoyance; he was far from that. he tried; no, actually, he tries.
ây/n itâs getting cold out. come on.â you hear suguru say from the corner. you peek around the corner, then back at amber.
she blows out her smoke, throwing it on the floor and smushing it. âheâs right, go see your room. iâll wait out here, boo.â
you nod, walking back to the car, suguru leaning with his arms folded over his chest.
âyou couldâve just gone inside.â
he leans off the car, holding his hand out for you to take. you walk towards him, clasping your hand in his.
âabsolutely not. you go into random peopleâs houses?â you chuckle while walking with him inside.
the inside was filled with brick and a large couch in the shape of a square, with a small opening where people could walk in and out.
a circular, two-sectioned chandler hanging in the middle, the bright lights shining throughout the cabin.
âthis is beautiful," he says as you pull him towards the steps, his eyes still locked on the living room. heâs seen cabins, but none this cozy and pretty before.
you drag him upstairs, his hand locked in yours. the hallway is long, with doors on each side of the hallway.
amber told you where your room would be ahead of time, so there was no trouble finding it.
âhere you are.â you opened the room door; your room was the second-to-last door on the right.
walking in, thereâs a king-size bed on the right side, a fireplace in front of it, and a big window further out in the room with a couch and a couple of chairs near it.
the room was spacious and beautiful. you let go of his hand, slipping off your shoes.
he sets the bag down beside sitting down on the bed; his eyes span the room, then at you. he pats his leg, gesturing for you to sit.
you smile walking over, sitting on his lap, he stares at you intently. his eyes are scanning your every feature.
his hand falls on your waist, gripping it, while the other rubs your thigh.
âyouâre so beautiful," he whispers, the space between the two of you closing. he leans in, pecking your lips.
you kiss him back, wrapping your arm around his shoulder as the other sits on his cheek.
his kiss was soft and attentive, tasting each other. your hand on his cheek travels down to the end of his hoodie, sliding under and feeling his warm abs.
you pull away, giving him that lookâthe look he knows all too well. your eyes beg him for something more, and he slides his tongue over his bottom lip, revealing his tongue piercing.
âyou want to do this now?â he asks, rubbing your waist and looking at you in the eyes, his twinkling.
you smile putting your forehead on his with both your noses touching. âno no, not right now; i want your full attention.â
he nods, smiling back at you. thereâs a knock at the door and distant voices in the back.
you get up and walk towards the door. you open it, and there are Kayla and Sean at the door. they peek inside with their mouths dropped open.
"woahhh, look, they got the big room!â kayla says walking in with wandering eyes.
sean peeks inside, and his eyes land on suguru smiling. âsug! whatâs up? whereâve you been?â he says, hand gripping the doorway frame.
suguru gets up, walks towards him, and smiles, "yo! right, y/n trying to hide me.â he says jokingly, you roll your eyes, walking towards kayla wrapping your arms around her, with her doing the same.
âoh stop it," you say, pressing your cheek against hers. sean holds out his hand, dapping suguru up.
amber walks in, throwing some clothes on the bed, and quickly walks back out, yelling from down the hallway.
âeveryone put on your pjs, iâm ready to eat and get drunk!â everyone looks around slightly confused, but you unwrap your arms and walk towards the bed.
kayla walks out with sean waving her hand, âsee you guys downstairs.â you and suguru mumble something back, holding up the pieces.
you hold up some small black shorts, and he holds up some black plain pajama pants. you both look at each other's pieces, and suguru holds his eyebrow up.
âand where the hell are you supposed to be wearing that?â he says, tossing his pants back on the bed and picking up the shirt.
you do the same, picking up the regular black t-shirt off the bed. âright.â you say, immediately slipping off your shirt. suguru looks at you and then does the same.
âwait awe, donât we look cute?" youâre both in the pjs and suguru is redoing his bun. he looks at you through the full-body mirror in the corner of the room, holding his rubber band in his mouth and both his hands holding his hair.
he takes the rubber band out of his mouth, slicking his hair back. âuh huh, do a little turn for me.â
you turn around, bending down, putting your arm between your legs, and patting your backside.
he ties his hair in a neat bun with a strand of hair hanging out, smirking, âatta girl."
he turns around and walks towards you, smacking your ass. âcome on.â he takes your hand, and you both walk downstairs.
thereâs a few people in the kitchen, and thereâs some people in the square-shaped format in the middle of the living room.
when you guys make your way to the living room, everyone starts cheering playfully, âahhhh there's the slow pokes.â amber says criss cross apple sauce in between her boyfriendâs ian legs while sipping her wine.
you grin as you walk towards the couch, slipping into the opening and flopping down. suguru ruffles your hair before heading to the kitchen to get himself something to eat.
âi hope everyone brought their spoons like i put in the checklist, cough cough zola."
zola is in the kitchen, pouring different liquors into a big mason jar. she rolls her eyes, yelling back.
âyeah fuck off. i doubt weâre even going to do that fuckass activity.â
amber shifts in her seat, swallowing the last bit of wine and rolling her eyes. âcan you just hurry up?"
you lean back, trying to get a view of the kitchen to see what suguru was doing. you hated to admit it, but you did sometimes look after him like he was a child.
you never knew what he was thinking or feeling in moments like this, and you knew being in a new environment could make him feel nervous.
a warm hand gripping your thigh shook you out of your thoughts. you looked down and then at amber.
âyouâre getting thick, girl; he must be putting in that work.â you laugh, and you feel someone sitting down next to you. Â
suguru holds out a glass of red wine filled to the brim for you, and he has a red solo cup in his.
âwhoâs putting in work?â suguru says, pulling your leg over his thigh.
kayla pops a cherry in her mouth, looking at the both of you. âyou obviously.â
suguru takes a sip out of his cup while his other hand rubs your leg. âwhat do you mean?"
zola and her boyfriend, ethan, slide through the small opening, putting the big mason jar in the middle and flopping down with their red solo cups.
âyouâre fucking her good," ethan says, sliding down between zolaâs legs.
you cough up your drink, some going into your nose. while you knew where this was going, the comment still caught you off guard.
suguru pats your back while everyone laughs.
âainât nothing wrong with that.â zola says taking another sip of her drink.
the night was filled with laughter, eating, and drinking. it was chill, and this was the most peace youâve felt in a long time, besides suguru of course.
everyone dialed down, talking among themselves as suguru was leaned into you, his face only inches away from yours.
he brings his voice down to a whisper only you could hear, rubbing your leg still.
âthose shorts look good on you, baby.â you smile and whisper back, âthose pants look good on you.â he smiles back at you, his hand inching up to your inner thigh.
âletâs go up; itâs late.â you nod, looking at him with low, glossy eyes.
he grabs your hand, guiding you to the steps. âdo i need to carry you or are you good?â you grip his hand, shaking your head. âiâm good, iâm good,â you say.
he nods, guiding you up the steps and then down the hallway to your room. you guys get in, and heâs immediately on you.
his lips locked onto yours and his hands roaming your body, he pushes you against the door and locks it as he kisses you on the jaw.
his cheeks are flushed and his head is buzzing from all the drinks he had, but thatâs not stopping him.
heâs been looking at you all night, with your ass popping out of those tiny little shorts and your shirt rising every time you moved.
âi want you so fucking bad," he says between kissing you. you moan into his mouth as his tongue tickles the roof of your mouth.
he didnât know if it was you or the alcohol making his dick twitch, but he just marked it down as both.
he takes a step back away from the kiss, a spit string connecting on both his and your mouth. picking you up and walking toward the bed, your arm was wrapped around his shoulder, and your hips grinded into him.
your breathing got heavier as he set you down on the bed, the bright light shining on your face.
suguru takes a few seconds admiring you before sliding his hands under your shirt, his hands inched closer towards your boobs.
you gulp as you feel his fingertips on your nipples, sending shivers down your spine. he takes one hand and places it on the mattress, balancing himself as he hovers over you.
his knee pushing into the mattress and sliding up between your legs, you spread your legs wider to fit him.
the heat radiating from your crotch is felt between the fabric of both your shorts and his pants.
he pushes his knee into your core as you grip his arm. pushing into you harder with a specific rhythm.
âgrind into me; i want to feel you.â he says this as his finger swipes over your nipple repeatedly.
you look up at him with doe eyes, listening, rocking your hips back and forth, and he moves his knee. your cunt is getting wetter by the second.
he suddenly stops, leaning back up. you lean up after him, and heâs pulling down his pants.
âtake off those shorts, now.â his tone was authoritative. you quickly do as you say, sliding your shorts off along with your panties.
he stares at you while you do it, running his thumb over his bottom lip.
âon your knees.â he says, taking a step back and making room for you.
you slowly slide off the bed, getting on your knees and placing your hands in your lap.
he smirks but quickly hides it, stepping closer and grabbing your hair in one swift move.
âoh shit.â you say as his fingers slip in between your hair.Â
he takes his other hand, pulling down his briefs, hard on slapping on your face. it startles you, but you keep your composure.
âhow bad do you want this dick down your throat?â his voice deep and smooth, his words bouncing off of you.
you take one of your hands, grab it, and then suguru slaps it away, quickly grabbing your wrist with force.
you ball your other hand in a fist, still trying not to show reaction. he takes his other hand, gripping your jaw.
âi asked you a question; that means speak.â he says this, cocking his head to the side. you swallow, nodding.
âi want your dick so far down my throat, suguru.â he runs his tongue over his bottom lip, sliding his thumb over your bottom lip and pushing it into your mouth.
âsuck, show me how good you can work this pretty little mouth,â he says, pushing his thumb further down your throat.
you swirled your tongue around his thumb, pursing your lips on it as his dick twitched on your face. that movement along made your pussy hush with excitement.
he suddenly takes his thumb out, sticking his dick inside your mouth with no hesitation. your eyes widen in shock as you grip his thighs for stability.
âthere you go, take it," he says, moving his hips back and forth.
he couldnât wait any longer; the feeling of your tongue swirling on his thumb was enough to send him into overload.
he grips your hair tighter as he pounds into your mouth, biting his lip and looking down at you, trying to suppress his moans.
he places his other hand on your cheek, and he feels his dick sliding in and out of you rapidly.
your eyes start to water as bubbles start to form on the sides of your mouth, and your twirl swirls around his length as it keeps hitting the back of the throat.
alright enough of this, he thinks.
he slips his dick out of your mouth, pulling you up to your feet by your hair.
âbend over," he says. you obey, leaning over the end of the bed, using your elbows for support.
suguru lines himself up, sliding his hand over your core, you shivering from his touch and your wetness coating his fingers.
âyouâre so needy for me," he says, sliding himself inside of you with no hesitation.
âoh fuckâŠâ you let out, dropping your head down, his hands still interlocked in between your hair.
he thrusts into you, rubbing your ass with his other hand and giving it a hard smack with his other hand.
your back arches as you feel the heat and stinging radiating off your ass. you bite your lower lip, realizing thereâs a whole group of people downstairs that could hear you.
suguru leans down toward your ear, smirking.
âlook what the fuck i do to you. you're scared someoneâs going to hear you getting your brains fucked out."
he pounds into you again, giving your ass another smack. your words are caught in your throat.
scared a moan is going to escape if you even say a peep.
he smacks your ass again, pulling your hair with force, his jaw clenched, his grip tightening.
âcall out for me.â he says it still in your ear, his breath sending goosebumps down your spine.
you shake your head while still biting your lip, youâre sure at the rate youâre going, blood will flow out soon.
he takes removes his hands from your hair, sliding them on your neck, gripping, and your head falling back on his shoulder.
his pace is quickening, and your heart is beating faster. you can hear his breathing, feel his heart beating, smell the alcohol on his breath, and see his signature strand of hair rocking back and forth as he continues to put his all into fucking you.
the bed creaking beneath you as he thrusts and pounds into you.
you can feel yourself lose yourself and clench around him as he keeps going; your breathing is heavy and your eyes are drooping.
his squeezes your neck, whispering in your ear, âare you going to answer the fucking question or do i need to stop?"
"no, no donât stop.â you thought to yourself
you let out slow, small breaths before trying to speak again. âsuguru.â you say in a soft voice as he digs into you deeper. he takes his other hand, placing it under you and pressing down on your stomach.
you let out a sudden scream, rolling your eyes back deep. he kisses the side of your face, pressing again and getting the same response.
âthatâs my girl; now just say my name just like that.â he says pressing down again. you clench your draw, wanting to hold your head down, but the grip suguru had on you was tight.
literally and figuratively.
he presses down on your stomach again, and you let out a loud moan.
âsuguru!â you shout out. your world went blurry as your head began to spin.
there it was, your heart beating, and the heat radiating from your cunt exploded.
suguru quickly pulled out, spilling all over your ass and flopping beside you; his head was ringing and his heart was beating out his chest, trying to catch his breath.
after minutes of you laying on your stomach collapsed and suguru laying on his back, trying to regain his thoughts, you turned your head towards him.
âthat was new⊠right?â suguru slowly turns his head towards you, grinning.
âdefinitely new. what did you think?â you smile brightly, sliding towards him, throwing your leg over his and your arm over his stomach.
âi loved it; do you think anyone heard us?â you ask almost in a whisper.
suguru laughs, wrapping his arm around you and kissing your head. "nah, I think theyâre fucked out; theyâre minds, even i am.â
you laugh, snuggling into his side, his smell bringing you comfort as your eyes slowly shut.
âi love you," he whispers, closing his eyes.
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Hi, how you doing, luv? I saw your requests were open so here I am!
I told this idea to a friend and we liked it so much I needed to see it written, and I love how you write Arthur!
I don't usually request/like low honor Arthur but hear me out! Low honor Arthur with a female reader and he's user her as his alibi whenever he goes on a killing spree. But she happily applies, smiling at the officers when she gets questioned like "it ain't him officer. how do I know that, you say? he was with me the whole timeđ€" while Arthur quietly cleans the blood splatters off his guns
Samy!! Here it is!! I really hope you'll like itđ Also, hell yes, what an ask! Loved writing it. Makes me want to write more Low!Honor. And ngggh the best compliment ever telling me you love how I write him I can't
艤 Pretty lies
⊠Pairing: Low!Honor Arthur Morgan x Fem!ReaderÂ
⊠Warnings/Tags: Blood (obviously), guns, cursing, canon era speech, ending is suggestive. Therefore, MDNI, please!
⊠Words: 1,8k
⊠a/n: Okay so, this is my first attempt ever at a Low Honnor Arthur. I guess I just made him bolder, extra cocky+extra flirty? Hope itâll fit!
ALSO, as always, English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if anything sounds weird. Please if you notice any mistakes, reach up to me!
âŠCredits. First pic is from Reddeadcomfort on Pinterest, gun pic from Pinterest too. Second one from my playthrough; blood stains and dividers by me.
Arthurâs violence wasnât a secret to anyone. Not to anybody in camp, not to you, certainly not to himself.Â
Not even to numerous people at this point, considering the large number of poor fellas who had the bad luck to cross him and ended up beaten to a pulp, covered in bruises, head in a drinking trough, riddled with bullets, or even worse.
But you loved him, no matter what. You knew about his flaws. Knew about his brutal, crude side. But around you, this heated aura was turning into something else entirely. And you liked it.
So, when a panting Arthur had rushed to you on the porch of Strawberryâs hotel, blood covering his entire self, face and hair included, blue eyes shining sapphires in a tide of rubies, you werenât that surprised. You were even less when he asked you to be his alibi for whatever the Hell he just did, as he had taken the habit of doing lately. Lying for Arthurâs crimes could have looked like an immoral thing to do, but as a member of the gang too, you clearly werenât a saint either.
And you really were enjoying this little game.
The subtle grin Arthur had every time you would lie in front of the police for him, asserting with absolute conviction you had been together all day. The rosy tone his cheeks, ears and neck were displaying when you felt bolder and added some details in your alibis. Details about fake, steamy nights or afternoons you were supposed to have shared, swearing to the Lord you had the unholiest of times together. Oh, the look he was giving you. Knowing, amused, dreamy and so, so proud and debauched. Lustful, even.
You were sure he was enjoying it too.
âAlright, Iâll cover for you again. But at least go take a bath, I canât do miracles.â You ordered him, a devilish smile on your face.Â
âThank you, sugar.â Arthur quickly answered, his voice just a low, breathless mumbling, barely letting you distinguish his words.
He quickly entered the hotel and you heard the receptionist gasp from where you were. You chuckled to yourself, imagining his outraged face rapidly losing all its composure under Arthurâs hard gaze piercing through the layer of blood, ordering him to prepare a bath as gently as if he was doing a hold-up.
Poor man must have liquefied on the spot.
You leaned against the patioâs fence and breathed in the fresh late afternoon air of Strawberry, alpenglow golden and rosy on top of the mountains, a peaceful scenery under your eyes. Contrasting with the horror and brutality Arthur must have left in his trail.
He was quick to join you again, looking fresh and neat as if he were a completely normal gentleman. His messy hair and dirty beard long gone, a nice black shirt, shiny boots, and a scout jacket on, probably to match Strawberry people's clothes.Â
The only things that hadn't benefited from a change were his eternal Gambler hat and his holster and revolvers, both still painted with blood stains, a red and morbid Appaloosa coat on shiny metal.
âPolicemen wonât be too long to arrive. âHid my face but they chased me down all the way from Flatneck Station.â He informed you, voice calmer and shoulders less tensed.
âWhat the Hell were you doing there?â
âRobbinâ a train.â He replied with a cocky grin, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
âMore like slaughterinâ a train, uh?â
âSmart mouth.â He retorted, amused by your remark. âToo many of âem bastards had irritated me.â
âAnd how much did you get exactly?â
âSeven hundred.â His smirk widened as he patted his satchel, which was probably full of stolen money.
âDamn, Arthur! All by yourself? You never cease to impress me.â
His eyes wrinkled in a genuine smile, a rare sight. He didnât add anything, silence enveloping both of you, as often in his company. But you knew he had loved your praise.Â
Arthur casually sat on one of the chairs behind you, legs open to be more comfortable, and took his guns out of his holster, as relaxed as if he had sat to draw in his journal.
He knew the Law had absolutely no proof against him, and that you were charming enough to lead them up the garden path as easily as if they were children.Â
As he had planned, two terribly worn-out lawmen arrived, clothes soiled and face tired. It looked like they didnât have the time to take a good bath contrary to your companion, probably interrogating the whole town before arriving here. One of them, the shorter of the two, climbed up the wooden stair treads and spoke.
âSir, Missus. Weâre searching for a dangerous criminal. He has been described by several witnesses as a tall man with broad shoulders, brown hair, blue eyes, and a black leathered hatâŠâ His words slowed down and turned into a whisper at the end of his sentence, lost in the air, as his gaze landed on Arthur. His eyes narrowed realizing he matched the description perfectly.
âOh, Iâm really sorry, officer, we havenât seen anyone like thisâŠâ You said with your most angelic smile, your body turning politely from the fence to face the policeman.
You were now standing right next to Arthur who didnât look bothered at all.Â
All the contrary, he had given a simple salute by nodding his head to the man, the tip of his hat shaking nonchalantly in his direction, and had begun cleaning his guns, blood visible like porcelain dipped in a vibrant red paint.
The officer frowned, clearly not convinced.
âYou, where were you-
âHim? He was with me all day officer."
He does not believe you. Yet. You took his arched eyebrow as a personal invitation to give him a good show:
"To tell you the truth, weâre on our honeymoon here, so we took the time to enjoy our day togetherâŠâ
While speaking, you put a hand on Arthurâs shoulder, to emphasize your words, to look convincing. But you would have lied to yourself telling you werenât appreciating this, fingers caressing his muscles through the thick jacket, traveling innocently to his neck where you brushed the base of his hair, just underneath his hat, pampering him as if he was a cat.
And Arthur? He had the biggest shit-eating grin you've ever seen on his face. He loved it, the pure audacity of it all, your teasing touch on the back of his head, his own hands busy with his guns, oil and piece of fabric wiping the fresh remnants from his killing spree of a few hours ago, in the most carefree way possible, all of it under the Lawâs nose.
A rush of adrenaline spread through him, tingling and warming his body. He tried to fight his own blood from gathering more and more between his legs, but after all, looking all giddy would just make it all more convincing, right?
âBut this man really looks likeâŠâ The policeman tried to object, before being cut by you once again.
âOfficer, I assure you we was here all dayâŠâ You asserted, honeyed voice soft to the ears, eyes as innocent as a dove.
âOh, except for this morning though, we was out. We tried this really special spot, you know? The one in the mountains, where you can bathe in these hot springs⊠We had a good time there, didnât we, honey?â You fibbed with perfection, adding even more details to your tapestry of lies.
The hand you had on Arthur slowly pushed his head against your chest, his face ending up cheek against your cleavage. His devilish smirk almost cracked from widening, and the tip of his ears got all red and hot. You could feel it against your skin, both of you relishing in your juvenile, corny lovers play.
Inside, he felt like he was on top of the World right now.
âYes baby, ât was definitely a good timeâŠâ Arthur agreed, playful eyes adverting from his revolvers to look at yours from down there, his slightly crooked teeth visible through his gigantic grin.
âA-arlight, I ermâŠâ The lawman coughed, visibly uncomfortable because of your behavior and finally convinced by your pretty little speech. âIâll leave you to⊠To "it" then. Good evening Sir, Maâam.â
He walked back to his colleague who had smoked a cigarette while waiting for him. Arthur and you kept on playing your naive role until both of them were far enough, the last echo of their conversation sounding exceedingly comical into your ears:
âShit, we lost this assholeâŠâ
 âTold you this couldnât be him. Who would be stupid enough to strut around right next to the sheriffâs office?â
Yeah, who would be, uh?
You giggled a bit, eyes still locked on the stupid man in question. He hadnât stopped smiling the whole time, a low chuckle shaking his chest, joining yours.
âThis was a close one. Youâre getting more and more recklessâŠâ You warned him gently, hand still wrapped around his head.
âBut you, on the other hand, are a brilliant actor, darlinâ.â He added, his deep voice showing a hint of amusement and mischief. âAnd you're getting bolder too. A honeymoon, really?â
âThe damn bastard wouldn't let it goâŠâ You shrugged with an innocent smile.
It looks like he was comfortable like this because he wasnât making any effort to pull away from your soft flesh. All the contrary, a sneaky arm curled up around your waist, pushing you onto his lap, his guns and the piece of fabric ending up on top of your thighs.
âYa know, alibis are fun anâ all but⊠Maybe we could have a good time for real, sometimes.â He whispered in your ear, big hands handling you gently, one resting on your legs, the other holding your back.
âYeah? You tired of lying, Arthur?â
âAm tired of doinâ nothinâ while havinâ the most gorgeous woman in town pretendinâ to be my wifeâŠâ His thumb slowly strokes your thighs while answering in a low, passionate tone.
This wasnât just pretty lies anymore. His voice wasnât joking, it was filled with desire; his hands warm and demanding on your body.
âMmh⊠I see⊠Maybe we could actually book a room here for the night thenâŠâ You answered in the same quiet register, betraying your own needs.
One of your hands grabbed his guns, the other the blackened piece of fabric damped with oil, and you finished cleaning up his revolvers for him, fingers delicate and attentive.
His eyes are locked on your hands and their movement, completely hypnotized by them, his ears turning entirely red, this sanguine color spreading less and less subtly on his face and chest too.
You can't help but notice the hardness growing between his legs, pressing under your body.Â
And he can't wait for the moment when this wonât be the barrel of his gun you'd be holding and caressing between your handsâŠ
âSounds pretty good to me, âMissus Morganâ.â
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