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taones · 1 year

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If You Can Hold On (3) - A.A, S.K, S.D

rewrite of the third part of the series (first and second parts here and here, original series on my masterlist) enjoy <3

pairing ~ poly asadaisuga x gn!reader

warnings ~ pining, angst, arguments, swearing, general stress tbh, my horrible attempt at writing purposefully cringe flirting, mildly suggestive, very brief editing and spellcheck so

You sniffed as you stirred, pulling the soft fabric underneath your cheek further into you. It smelt like sandalwood with a hint of coffee and you were instantly reminded of Daichi. The man’s coffee addiction had become serious during his final year. You supposed yours would too, if you were in charge of Hinata. His scent was a big reason why you enjoyed stealing Daichi’s clothes so much. Gripping the fabric in your fingers, the underneath was oddly warm. The further you returned to your sleepy state, the less you found yourself caring about the odd warmth of your cushion, or the slow rise and fall of it under your head.

“Still sleepy, huh?”

Jolting, you snapped your eyes open. A strong heat flooded under the skin of your cheeks, you shot up. An action that brought the blanket that was covering you tumbling down your form, settling at your waist and exposing not only your body, but Daichi’s. You had heard several times from his partners that the man likes forgoing shirts when he sleeps, but observing it was a whole other story. Usually, when you stayed around, he was up and dressed before any of you and you never saw him without a shirt. It soon became clear why this was a good thing. The man was laying in the bed, under where you just laid, dressed in nothing but pajama pants and an unzipped hoodie. Honey coloured skin peaked out from the gap between the zipper, a toned and yet perfectly soft stomach just begging for you to reach out and run your fingers down it.

Shuffling from the other side of the bed alerted you to the other two presences in the room. Asahi was sitting against the headboard, the other side of where you had evidently slept last night. His curly hair was piled on top of his head and he had those damn reading glasses on, the ones that made him look just as intelligent as you knew he was. He smiled closed mouthed, obviously bemused at your shock, and waved with the hand that was currently holding his book. Sugawara was curled under his arm, on the far side of the bed - still snoring, of course. Koushi was the sleepiest of all three of you. Hyper, undeniably, but once he was asleep, he was down for the count.

Asahi slid a hand onto the thigh that was closest to him. His hands were large and calloused against the soft skin of your exposed thigh. Why you decided to pack shorts was a mystery to you. Especially now as you flexed the muscles, trying desperately to not squirm and pay attention to what he was about to say.

“We were gonna grab some breakfast” he explained, in an unfairly attractive morning voice,

“We passed a diner last night, probably swinging back ‘round to that”

“Once sleeping beauty wakes up, that is”

You smiled, biting your lip in an attempt not to laugh. The three of you would have an easier time herding cats. Asahi’s hand slipped off of your thigh. You tried to suppress the shiver that ran up your spine and desperately ignored the way you missed his touch as soon as it left. Getting breakfast together was a routine you were all well versed in. You had all spent the majority of weekends before your exams meeting in a small cafe near your homes to get waffles together. Simpler times, you guessed. You knew each others orders like the back of your hands, and you always got fed portions of their individual orders no matter how many times you went. The contrast between each order was evident and matched perfectly with each of them.

“I’m up for waffles”

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The diner was relatively busy when you got there. Of course, with Daichi’s team dad skills and Asahi’s somewhat intimidating stature, you had managed to secure a booth just fine. As tradition went, it was you and Asahi on one side, Daichi and Koushi on the other. Asahi trapped you against the wall with his broad shoulders, but you liked the security of it and this is something the others had very clearly noticed. You were almost 100% certain that the seating was done this way so you and Asahi wouldn’t comment on the obnoxious amount of chocolate and cream the other two piled onto their waffles.

Conversation flowed easily. You were too sleepy to even entertain the thought of your wallowing that morning, much rather preferring the simple reminiscing and idle chatter the boys filled the silence with. At one point you had said something that made Daichi laugh so hard that he had snorted his milkshake out of his nose. There was some hope that they didn’t notice the way you preened like a cat at getting the usually stoic man to laugh that hard. It was a beautiful noise, but his true laugh was rare. The dad-like chortle making way for wheezing towards the end of his laughing fits was enough to get even the most stone-faced of people to crack a smile.

You handed him a wad of napkins. He took them with both hands, lifting one to wipe his face and keeping the other firmly grasping yours. Your breath hitched.

Eventually, after the fifth time of Daichi wiping the wrong spot, Koushi grasped a few more napkins from your hands and wiped the remaining chocolate off of Daichi’s face. You held out another napkin for the silver-haired man's fingers, being met by his signature dazzling smile.

“What would we do without you, huh gorgeous?”

The bliss was interrupted by all of their phones pinging a notification simultaneously. Suga read the text and visibly grimaced. In an effort to protect yourself from the hurt, you cast your gaze towards the table. It was very obviously a group chat you were not on. The little bubble of joy you had experienced just moments prior popped sharply and it was if the room had dimmed under the morning sun. That was fine, they were allowed to be in chats without you, it wasn’t a big deal, it might not be their new addition, right? You repeated the question in your head like a mantra to calm yourself as you tapped on Asahi to let you out.

“I’m gonna order another drink” you mumbled, smiling brightly at the boys.

The last couple of seconds replayed in your head over and over, even while stammering out your drink order. It was slightly easier to hide your scorned feelings when you weren’t facing the cause. Your back was aimed towards the table of boys, even as you reached the coffee station and made a grab at a few paper packets of sugar.

The paper was flimsy in your hands, not aiding the clumsiness that was already plaguing you. The coffee was intended for Suga and the man liked his coffee in a very particular way. You counted out exactly two packets of white sugar, and one packet of brown sugar. E preferred the wooden stirrers, even when spoons were available, said they reached the sugar in the bottom of the cup easier. Of course, this was most likely complete nonsense but you couldn’t help but entertain the thought as you took yourself through the motions. You smiled gently at the routine and just how absurd it would look to anyone else. How were you supposed to explain the oddity that was Sugawara Koushi and his fantastical coffee routine?

A hand settled next to you on the coffee counter.

“That’s a lot of sugar for someone already so sweet looking”

Turning, you came face to face with a man a little bit taller than you, he had dark hair and a decently attractive smile. He was cute, sure. But he wasn’t quite as tall as Asahi, he didn’t have Daichi’s warm smell and his flirting was kind of wooden to anyone who was familiar with Koushi’s cheekier flirting. In your peripherals, you could see the inquisitive glances from your friends and you really couldn’t help yourself after that. Was it kind to lead someone on? Maybe not but you were tired of morality and interested to see how this would play out.

Giggling, you looked up at him through your lashes. Screw it, if you couldn’t have who you wanted, you were at least gonna have fun.

“Maybe I like sweet things, don’t judge” you mused, taking the wooden stirrer between your teeth.

The man leaned his other arm on the coffee counter, effectively trapping you against the cart. It was a move you assumed was meant to come across as sexy. However it just made you feel like you were a caged animal, cornered and ready to claw your way out of the situation. His hand retracted, holding more napkins than any one man could possibly need. The dark haired man shot you a wink and you forced out a smile in return, shooting a glance at your now empty table. The brilliant smile of the man in front of you began to fade, causing you to snap your head towards him.

“I’m so sorry, what was that?” you questioned politely, putting the clueless act on once again.

A throat was cleared next to you. There was really no denying how intimidating the boys were when they wanted to be. Daichi’s arms bulged from where they were crossed over his chest. It was a display that would usually make your mouth water, but only proved to further fuel your anxiety in the given moment. They weren’t scary to you of course, but the sharp glare Suga was sending the man as well as Asahi’s unimpressed look caused a flush of anxiety to run through you.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Suga hissed at the poor man, who was now looking about ready to run.

“Sorry” the man stuttered, “I didn’t realise they were taken, know when i'm not welcome”

He put his hands up in a mock surrender and turned to leave.

“Wait, no i’m not-” you started, but he was gone.

They had, not for the first time, rendered you speechless. Embarrassment curled in your gut, bubbling up into something more volatile when you saw the satisfied looks they sported, eyes following the man back to his table. Disbelief didn’t even begin to cover the cocktail of emotions that were currently mixing within you.

If you didn’t leave, you were going to lose your temper very quickly. Chest heaving, you recentred yourself and spun on your heel, pulling your wallet out.

The lady behind the counter looked only mildly intrigued at the odd display that had just occurred in front of her. She curled a perfectly manicured eyebrow at you as if to ask if you needed a hand. It filled you with a certain sense of irony, that this random woman was more concerned as to your feelings at that moment than your actual friends, who had known you for years. You stuttered out an apology and slammed some cash on the counter, probably harder than intended. Then you promptly turned and marched out of the diner.

The mad scramble behind you was ignored in your attempt to walk to the car without bursting into tears, punching something, or both. You heard the protests in the background but they were muffled by the buzzing of rage in your ears. Fists curling and uncurling, you tried to think back to the last time you had gotten this angry. You had been plenty angry in the past, school was a difficult time for everyone, but the three men you had left in the diner were usually the first ones to calm you down. This was one of the only times they were the cause of your wrath. Most likely, they would also be on the receiving end of said wrath soon enough.

Kicking the dust of the car park, you watched as stones and dirt scattered away from you. You wanted to scream, hit things, throw yourself in the dirt and cry - anything that would take some pressure off of the crushing weight in your torso. The flame twisted and gnashed at your insides, growling and clawing its way up your oesophagus until it released itself in a small scream of frustration. Would things ever be simple for you?

Telepathy had never been a skill you particularly craved until that moment. There was no way of understanding what those three idiots were thinking. Even if you did know, you were doubtful it would soothe your frustration. You threw yourself on the ground behind the trunk of the car, yanking your phone out of the pocket of your jeans.

“Kiyoko” you seethed down the phone, “will you please come and pick me up”

She gave you the affirmative and set the loose time limit to her arrival. No doubt Yachi would be with her. You weren’t sure whether you would be able to deal with their romance in your face at that moment, but anything was better than being stuck in a car with Asahi, Daichi and Sugawara.

Jangling alerted you to the three men in question. They had obviously paid and were frantically looking around the cars to locate you. With any luck a sinkhole would open in the earth and swallow you whole before they spotted you.

Luck was never your thing.

The sky had opened up once again. It was almost beginning to grate on your nerves how much it had been raining this trip. The irony had been entertaining in the beginning, bordering on humorous how cliche it was. Now the weather you usually took so much pleasure in indulging in was maddening. You wanted to be angry with them for once, yell even. But the rain was washing your frustration away, leaving an empty feeling. A feeling that made you want to give up.

Your prayers went unanswered, the three men walking up to you in due time.

“What was that?” you questioned, voice resigned.

“What do you mean? He was flirting with you”

The sound of genuine confusion in Asahi’s voice made your food feel like it was curdling inside of you. You breathed out in disbelief, brows knitting together tightly.

“And just what does that have to do with any of you?”

None of them replied, taken back by your outburst. You stood abruptly and continued.

“You’re all dating! You literally have two boyfriends and I know you’re talking to another person. So really” you paused, “why the fuck does it matter if i don’t want to be alone anymore? Do I not deserve to be wanted? You evidently don’t want me”

Your voice cracked towards the end of your rant. Three pairs of eyes stared at you in disbelief. The hints of hurt mixed into all three was evident, but you felt like a bottle that had been shaken and the lid was off. You erupted once again. there was nothing more that you wanted than to be loved on purpose. it was inexplicably unfair that even unconnected attempts at finding a relationship had to be ruined by the three men in front of you.

“God it hurts, can you not see that? It hurts so bad. You won’t ever understand how much it pains me to be around you and see just how happy this new person is going to make you, knowing that’s not me? That hurts” you spat the last sentences, vitriol coating your words.

The storming sea inside you had calmed somewhat, leaving you to assess the damage your words had done. It wasn’t the most ideal way to confess your feelings but the weight that was lifted off your shoulders felt tremendous. The pain you were feeling was paralysing, stopping you from running like you desperately wanted to. It knocked the wind out of you, reducing your last statement to a pathetic whisper.

“I get you don’t want me around, but other people will. It’s not okay to take that away from me”

As if some God had heard your plea, Kiyoko’s tiny blue car sped into the car park just as you broke down crying. The womans tiny blonde girlfriend sped out of the car, catching you before your knees could meet the wet sand beneath you. Yachi cooed at you softly, placing her entire body in front of you as if to form a shield between you and the cause of your heart ache. Her eyebrows furrowed in concern, eyes filling with sympathy at your curled up figure.

It was truly humiliating.

Kiyoki motioned for her to pull you into the car, stepping out of the driver's side herself and towards you. The dainty hands of the younger girl were soft and comforting, her rose scent filled your stuffy nose while she led your stumbling form to the welcome shelter of her girlfriend's car. The difference in posture between the two of you was like night and day. You were hunched over, protecting yourself from outside view. Your wounds were gaping, horrible open pits with your rawest emotions in the middle for everyone to gaze at and laugh. She wrapped a soft blanket around you, bandaging you up and keeping you safe in the backseat of the car.

There were muffled voices from the outside of the car, but the sound of the heater being cranked full blast muffled them. There was a lot of angry words, not quite yelling but scolding certainly. You whimpered at the noise, not being able to distinguish who it was. You were certain they would never want to see you again, let alone speak to you, after your outburst. If only there was a way to scoop all of your words off of the floor and shove them back down into your mouth. Daichi, Asahi and Sugawara had never been in love with you, you could deal with that fact. Them cutting ties completely would surely kill you.

A polaroid of Yachi and Kiyoko, perched on a wall and smiling at each other, was stuck to the centre of the car, directly above the stereo. It hung there, mocking you. You stared and tried not to think about how you would never be able to achieve that, not where it counted. In the end, it was easier to avert your gaze than confront what you couldn’t have.

Fuming, Kiyoko wrenched the door open and threw herself into the driver's seat. It was a miracle she managed to make even that look graceful. Her face was unnaturally contorted by an anger that was uncommon for her. It marred her beautiful features viciously. In staring at her, you caught sight of yourself in the mirror. It was a distressing look to say the least. Your hair was messy from your own grip and the bags under your eyes had only gotten worse. What little effort you had put into your looks this morning had all gone to waste, either washes away or dampened under the rain.

Yachi stroked her hand over your shoulder and climbed into the passenger's seat.

Staring out of the back window as the car pulled away, you caught sight of the three you had left behind. Koushi was patting Azumane’s back from where he crouched on the ground, dragging large hands across his face. Daichi was beside them, head buried in his arms on top of the car. You blinked. They had no right to be upset, you thought. You tried to block it all from your mind as their figures turned into tiny dots in the distance. All the years of friendship, the lives you had built together and the dreams you had created - they were buried in the dust where you left them.

me: says I'll post part three the next day, also me: takes a week to post it. I'm not sure when I'll get around to posting part 4 but hopefully I'll remember to actually post it

#asadaisuga #asadaisuga x reader #haikyuu imagine #daichi x reader #daichi sawamura x reader #asahi x reader #asahi azumane x reader #sugawara x reader #sugawara koushi x reader #haikyuu angst #haikyuu hurt/comfort #poly haikyuu

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burninlovebutler · 2 years

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23 - Christmas Pt. 2 - Comeback Special** // Forever Winter Series

pairing: austin x fem!oc

warnings: ANGST, fed up!austin lol, mentions of addiction, fingering, oral (both), swallowing, cheating?, impending doom of getting caught, sad lol beginning of austin’s villain arc, 18+, mdni

summary: After her boyfriend leaves, Austin finds Elsie in something he can’t get his hands off of. Fueled by his Xanax comedown, the fight with Nox, and his impatience, he decides he’s had enough and loses sight of the ‘no touching’ rule.

prev chapter -> 22 - Christmas Special (ft. The Grinch)

see masterlist/summary for chapter log

gif cred: @carnevol ❤️

'There's an ache in you put there by the ache in me But if it's all the same to you, it's the same to me

We could call it even You could call me babe for the weekend'

-AUSTIN-

Nox finally let me go once I agreed to his fucked-up plan. I smoothed out my now wrinkled shirt in a grumble, “Well I guess I’d better get going.”

“Yes, I think that’s a good idea.” His voice still threatening before swinging the fridge door open, bending down searching for something. He pulled out a dark glass bottle, no doubt some pretentious craft beer. “Tell Elsie headed to the corner store.” Tugging the cap off with his teeth.

I eyed him as he did so, disgusted.

I knew it.

“I thought you stopped drinking?” Propping an eyebrow up, sounding more like an accusation than a question.

“And I thought you stopped popping pills?” He countered in a tone sharp enough to slice me.

Well, he wasn’t wrong.

Damn, Elsie really did have a type after all. I thought I was different this whole time. I thought if anything I was better than the rest of men she’d had in her life. But I was wrong, I was just like them. And if I was just like them – then I guess I should stop fighting it. If I was the same as the other vile men who’d ever touched her, then I suppose I should act like it. Maybe if I was more like them, she’d want me the way I want her.

And what way was that exactly?

I glanced over to the cracked bedroom making sure she wasn’t about to walk out or listening.

“Don’t you fucking dare tell her where I’m going. Tell her I just went to pick up a… pie or something. Or the deal is off.” He glared at me and poked his index into my sternum, “Got it?”

“Yeah.” I muttered holding my arms up in defeat.

His finger pressed into me again, “And don’t fucking be here when I get back.”

And with that he took his open beer and headed out the door.

Once he was gone, I felt my high falling. This was always the worst part, it came with a bubbling aggression and the shit with Nox certainly didn’t help. Though I knew better than to take it out on him, especially when he was the bridge between me and Elsie. Since I hadn’t planned to be here that long, I didn’t bring any extras to re-up.

I need to get out of here before I come down even more.

I crossed the apartment to find Elsie and say goodbye. Knocking on the half-cracked bedroom door, “Hey Els?” No answer. I creaked the door open to an empty room but saw the bathroom door open and thoughtlessly paced over, “Hey I think I’m gonna head out-“

I stilled to find her in festive mesh thin lingerie. I couldn’t help my eyes from widening before she shrieked and covered herself. I should’ve turned away, I really should have. But how could I when she was there in front of me attired in a red babydoll set, obviously supposing to be Christmas themed by the fuzzy white lining.

Her hands promptly hid her breasts that were only covered by the thin see-through mesh, “What are you doing here?” Her voice starting loud but then lowering most likely in fear of Nox hearing her. “You can’t be here.”

“Well, I came here to tell you that he left went to the market for a uh-“ Coming up with a better excuse than a pie right now was difficult since I was more focused on not getting hard. Which I was failing at, bringing folded hands to cover my crotch. “A pie. We forgot dessert.”

“Oh- Well,” There was a visible conflict stirring in her mind, “Well, you need to get out.”

Right.

I hummed taking in the sight of her, her chest covered but the rest of the short dress not hiding much else. “Is that what you want?”

She blinked at me, taking longer to respond than someone who really didn’t want someone to see them. But her look then dropped, “This is embarrassing.” Moving one arm to conceal both breasts and crossed the other diagonally over her body. “I was just trying it on.”

“You tryin’ to give Nox a last-minute Christmas gift?” I joked, the only thing I could do to distract myself.

She gave a sad smile and shook her head, “No, No I’d never wear this in front of him. He’d just think it’s stupid. I guess I just bought because I thought it was pretty.” Her shoulders pulled up in a defeated shrug. “It looks awful anyway.”

The comedown anger bubbled up in me again. It just made no fucking sense to me, what the fuck was he saying to her to make her this insecure. No wonder she didn’t want to fuck him.

“Well,” Stepping towards her, “Let me see.” I softly ran my fingers under her arm signaling to move it. Her green eyes flickered up to mine as she hesitantly obliged letting me take her wrist and lifting it away. The thin material barely coving her nipples, peaking at the sudden cold.

Through everything we did, we never saw each other naked. This was the first time seeing her bare and my god she was a sight. I marveled over the absolute vision of her, the way the fluffy white lining rounded her large breasts then flowed down her full hourglass figure. The short dress landing just below her panties. “I think you look beautiful.” I said simply, not wanting to overstep. While it was true, the words I actually wanted to say were much different.

A tinge of red pulled from her cheeks, “You think so?”

“Mhm.” Again, pushing words down while raking down her silhouette. “Nox is a fucking idiot if he doesn’t think you look fucking delicious.”

Oops.

Her eyes rounded, her other arm covering her chest again, “Austin.” Reprimanding, “You can’t be saying things like that.”

“You were the one that asked for my opinion.” I replied in a blasé tone and a shrug.

“I- Yeah well, you just can’t.” Her gaze focused on some tile on the floor.

I stepped closer, “Why’s that?” Picking her chin up to meet my eyes, “Because you like it?”

I crossed the doorway now fully in the bathroom with her, my finger sliding under the thin strap of the dress, “I think you’re lying.” I could feel her racing heart already beneath my knuckle.

She brought her tongue between her lips, “I’m not.”

I tugged the strap to hang off her shoulder, “Why’s your heart beating so fast then?” Grazing my hand down her side causing her to still. The anger from the comedown was converting into something else completely but just as dark, just as forceful, just as primal.

When I reached her hip, I found the skinny band of the obligatory patch of fabric lingerie companies called a thong. Hooking it in my middle finger, tracing it from the back of her hip to the front.

“No touching.” She said so quietly I almost didn’t hear her. I guess this stupid rule was now some secret code for surrender.

“No promises.” In a swift movement I seized her waist, lifting and placing her on the marble vanity. My hands took no time to find their favorite places, which just happened to be everywhere. Lips finding her neck and sinking my teeth into her. I didn’t want to play this stupid game anymore, I wanted to touch.

“Austin,” She gasped then leaning her neck to the side giving me more access. “We can’t.”

“Shut up.” My words surprising me, but I didn’t regret them. I took hold of her hips bringing her to the edge of the counter pressing my prominent bulge into her covered heat. She let out a soft moan when she felt me.

“Aus-“ She protested again though it sounded more like a beg. My hands caressing every inch of her body, my fingers climbing each rib up to her breasts.

She tugged her neck away from me when I started to suck on it, “He’ll kill you if you leave any marks on me.” As much as I wanted to defy her – mark her, claim her. I knew I couldn’t, not if I wanted to keep my corrupt deal with Nox. I obliged softening my actions into just messy kisses. My hands finally finding her tits, massaging them then grazing her stiff nipples with my thumbs.

“I told you, you look delicious,” My tongue trailing up her neck, “I wasn’t lying.” My hands now sliding up her thighs squeezing and pushing them apart further as to push further against her. “Can you feel how much I wasn’t lying?”

“Mhm.” In a tiny sob.

“Have you been thought of me since I last touched you?” I whispered beneath her ear as my fingers moving between her thighs to where the fabric barely covered her core. I heard her breath hitch.

“Mhm.”

“No no no,” I corrected, my tone deepened, “You know how to answer me.”

She closed her eyes in defeat biting into her bottom lip, “Yes.”

“Good girl.” My middle and ring tips followed up her slit, since the panties were just mesh her juices bled right through them, leaking onto my fingers. It sent an untethered jolt through my body and directly into my cock, “You want me to touch you?”

She squeezed eyes shut again pushing down a response, but finally nodding.

“If you want me to touch you, I’m gonna need your words.” Growling into her neck.

“Yes. Over only.” Telling me that the ‘no touching’ rule was still on, which really just meant we could touch just over clothes. I knew why it was there, I knew why we had it but the head on my shoulders wasn’t the one thinking right now.

“Do you think about me when you’re with him?” Her hands gripped the counter, I knew she didn’t want to answer this one.

“Yes.”

My fingers now hovered over her bundle, “Have you touched yourself thinking about me?”

From her audible gulp and the way she froze under me told me she really didn’t wanna answer that one. Yet, the wetness beneath my fingertips only grew from my words, the feeling of it – of what I caused – made me ravenous, insatiable. Like a shark that had just smelled blood for the first time in weeks. I got my answer from her reaction, but I wanted to hear it. My free hand caressed up her thigh giving it a squeeze, “C’mon darlin’ you can tell me. Have you used your fingers on your pretty pink pussy thinking about me?”

“Fuck,” She breathed out with a moan, “Yes.”

I rewarded by moving in circles over her covered clit earning a gasp. My lips curled into a smirk against her neck, “That’s it, doesn’t that feel good?”

“Mhm.”

I let that one pass from how pitiful it was. Her hand hesitantly moved to my tightened pants, her fingers trailing up my covered length. I let out an involuntary groan, it wasn’t til just then that I realized she’d never put her hands on me. Her touch fueled me even more.

“You’re so hard.” She whispered, “For me?”

No shit, who fucking else could make me this hard.

“Only you baby.” It slipped from me. It had been swirling on the tip of my tongue all night. I’d craved saying it again since last time.

My fingers worked slightly faster circles into her swollen nub. I was so distracted by my lips on her neck and her moans that I didn’t even notice her unzipping my pants. Her hand now palming my hard member only separated by boxers. I grasped tightly onto her hip letting out a grunt. Her hand felt so good on me, I wanted to know what it felt fully around me. The way she moved suggested she wanted to know the same.

But I firmly gripped her wrist and pulled it away from me. I tugged her hips even closer to the edge of the vanity and lowly into her neck in almost a growl, “The next time you make me come, it’s going to be inside of you.”

“Okay.” She said plainly then slipped from my grasp. I didn’t even know what she was doing until she was on her knees in front of me.

Hooked fingers at my sides slid both boxers and jeans down letting my length spring free. Her eyes rounded at the size then glancing up at me. I couldn’t tell if it was supposed to be a compliment or a request for permission.

“I thought we weren’t touching.” The sight of her on knees in front of me and her lips so close to me really clouded the reasons.

“’You won’t be inside me, it won’t count.’” Shooting the words I gave her on the couch back at me. Before I could even put up a fight her tongue slowly made its up the underside of my length, reaching the tip and swirling at it.

“Fuck.” I swore as her tongue began to trace every vein before following the ridges around my head, causing me to twitch on her tongue. Pride seemed to fuel her, taking the whole tip into her mouth. “Stop teasing me baby, I wanna see you take all of it.”

Innocent eyes looking up at me, wrapping her hand around my base and guiding my member to tap then slide over her tongue. I reached down to gently hold her cheek, “You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.”

A tinge of red peaked her cheeks, “Pretty?”

Shit.

It was something so simple – obviously we wouldn’t be touching like this if we weren’t at least somewhat attracted to each other, but we never said it out loud. And I couldn’t have said anything else – hot or sexy – it had to be fucking pretty. The most delicate one, even if it was in this filthy context.

My hand traced along her jawline to her chin, taking it between my thumb and index, “Yeah baby, you look so pretty.”

Elsie’s green eyes lit up almost as bright as the lights on her tree. Her reaction now highlighting a trend. Yes of course she’s evidently deprived of pleasure, but she was also deprived of this – just the words pretty or a slight touch to her cheek. She soaked up any attention like a sponge. I’ve known girls who do anything for attention and live to be the center of it, but that’s not what this was.

Her demeanor changed after the compliment, the innocent timid manner turned to something, almost, artificial…?

“I like having you in mouth.” Stating in a forced tone, looking up at me with the light from before now dimmed then promptly slid down my entire length, choking slightly when my tip reached the back of her throat.

“God – Fuck” Tangling my fingers into her hair and dropping my head back, “God your mouth feels so good.”

A vibrating hum rounded my girth, bobbing faster on me keeping her tongue anchored to the underside of my length while she moved.

It felt amazing to have her mouth finally around me – obviously – but it was so fast, rough, overly animated. Porn-like.

That’s what it was, porn like. But not in the good way, in the annoying exaggerated way.

“Darlin’,” The hand in her hair moved down to her cheek again, “Darlin’ there’s no rush.”

Sage green eyes faltered as she slid her mouth off me, pulling away with a string of drool still connecting her lips to my cock, “What, you don’t like it?” Giving me a pout like she’d cooked a meal that came out bad.

“No, no I do, I love it.” Bending down while holding her jaw, “I want you to do it the way you want to, not the way you think I want, okay?”

The bright in her gaze returned when she nodded, “Okay.”

“Good,” I leaned back and watched her take over.

The actions much softer now, her tongue curled gently just under my head, plump lips slid up and over the summit of the swollen tip. She brought her hand up to where her mouth worked stealing some of the excess saliva as lube to smoothly glide down my shaft. When she wasn’t trying to act like a pro, she actually was one.

“Oh fuck,” I cursed while her hand pumped at the base while she took as much of me as she could. I’m sure she wasn’t used to my size but if we kept making this mistake, I’d get her used to it eventually.

The threat of Nox coming home any minute lingered in the back of my mind, if he were to catch us, we’d both be dead – and our deal would certainly be null. But the way she looked having me in her mouth and knowing that I could fuck her better than he ever could, only heightened the thrill. The illicit sneaking was painful in its own right, but it did come with perks. The implications and consequences had conveniently left my mind since right now, it was only filled with the idea of him finding us with my cock lodged deep in her throat. And well, there was still some masculine urge coming from my groin demanding to mark my territory, and that urge really seemed to like the idea of showing him how much of a slut his girlfriend was for me.

“God I’ve wanted to be in your mouth for so long,” Grasping her brunette waves between my fingers and rolled my hips into her, feeling every ridge of her throat. She let out a gagged whine but didn’t halt. I repeated the action pushing myself further down. She choked but didn’t pull away and her tongue never quit working around me.

“You like my cock fucking your throat?” She replied in a pathetic ‘mhm’ hum. I brutally thrusted down her again and tugged her hair to move my member even further. She let out a pitched whine but stayed put while I continued to use her mouth for my own pleasure. Tears from her endurance began to fill her eyes, smudging her makeup as they rolled down her cheek. I couldn’t mark her, but I could do that.

I knew I wasn’t going to last long like this, “Fuck I’m close,”

She nodded as best she could with me still in her mouth and gave me a confirming look.

“Where do you want me to cum baby?” My entire body buzzed, on the edge of my precipice.

A finger quickly pointed at her throat indicated she wanted to swallow me. Probably since she didn’t want any proof on her.

I continued to fuck her mouth, each slam into the back of her throat pushing me closer and closer to my end. Her whimpers only intensified with my speed. It was when I imagined it was her pussy that I was balls deep in that made every fire burning my skin to finally erupt into the back of her throat. I kept her head stationary by her locks, was gagging pathetically around me but took it all, swallowing every drop.

Finally dislodging from her throat and out of her mouth, my cock and her lips covered in dripping drool. She looked like a fuckin’ dream, her makeup running, lips swollen and glistening with her own saliva.

“Fuck you did so good for me baby,” In any other scenario, with any other girl, I’d lean down and kiss her, mess and all. But this wasn’t any other girl, and I wasn’t allowed to touch her.

Even though I’ve already had her pussy in my mouth, and she just swallowed my cum. ‘No touching’ though, right?

“I did?” She squeaked out, barely a voice behind the rasp of just having her throat used.

“Mhm,” Leaning down cupping her cheek, “So so good baby, I think you deserve a reward.”

Her painted lashes batted up at me with the purest gape, one I’d only seen in girls who liked getting praised, girls who liked being controlled. I knew if I leaned into the praise she’d disintegrate between my fingers. But that was a special dynamic, one I couldn’t nurture with her. A dynamic I wasn’t sure I wanted with her. Sure, us messing around was one thing but she’d been my best friend for years. How was I supposed to dominate her? She didn’t let me tell her what to do on any given day, why would she let me do that now?

“No, no…” She dropped our eye contact and sat back on her legs, “I don’t think I deserve it.”

If I was still vengeful, I’d agree with her, but she just sucked the soul out of me. I owed her something.

“Of course you do darlin’,” Tilting her view back up to me, “You did so good for me, c’mon let me take care of you.”

All she did was blink up at me unmoving, so I did take control of that at least. I hooked both hands beneath her arms causing a gasp then plopping her atop the vanity.

“What’re you doin Aus?” She questioned shyly.

All I fucking wanted to do was touch her, grip her, squeeze her, kiss her everywhere and yet I had to restrain from every line I wanted to cross. Everything – the hiding, the tip toeing around what we were doing, her pushing me away, frustrating me – it all loaded me like a gun. A gun I wanted to turn on her, use on her.

I didn’t know if it was the drug fleeing my system or true resentment that had stacked in my body, but I wanted to use every ounce of fury on her. I couldn’t be angry over those things though, I couldn’t be angry as a friend, but like this? Maybe I could take it out on her someday. I’m sure my arsenal would be nice and full by then.

I grasped her hips easily sliding her to the edge, my lips finally claiming land on her neck again. It took no time for tiny whines to fall from her puffy lips, “Aus.”

“I won’t leave any marks,” Reassuring her but my voice much less kind than before, my fingertips digging into her full hips, “But I want to.”

“You do?”

Answering her with sloppy, just barely sucking kisses in the areas I knew she liked. The physical restraint was almost impossible to control. “You were so good for me baby, I wanna make you feel just as good.”

Her thighs rubbed together letting me know she wanted it as much as I did. “I uh, I like making you feel good.”

“Oh yeah?” Trailing hands down her barely covered curves landing on her thighs, squeezing up from her knees spreading them. My digits ran over her already soaked panties. “You like making me cum?”

She wriggled, shifting thighs under my touch, “Mhm.”

“Hm,” Pacing slow up and down her slit, “What did we talk about words?”

She let out a defeated sigh, “Yes.”

“Yes what?” My finger teasing the edge of the thong laying on her lip.

“Yes I- I like making you cum Aus.” She forfeited for me.

“Good girl,” I breathed just below her ear, erupting goosebumps across her shoulder, “See how easy that was? Now I can let you cum.”

She squirmed even more, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say she was trying to get my fingers to slip from their halted position. I sunk my teeth into her neck but promptly lightened the pressure, though from her immediate moan it seemed she didn’t want me to stop.

I indulged her neediness and pulled the panties aside using her own juices as lubricant to swirl around her swollen nub. “God you’re so fucking wet.” Sounding more like a groan than a statement. She gripped my forearm when my fingers slid into her entrance.

“Aus,” She sobbed curling forward to rest her head on my shoulder and wrapped her arm around the one at work. “I love- when you touch me.”

I wasn’t high enough to even acknowledge her misstep. It didn’t matter anyway, probably just a reflex.

“I love- it too.” Stumbling in the same way she did.

Fuck

Why did I make that same mistake?

I had to shut both of us before we fumbled any further, luckily, I knew just the trick.

Sliding from her core and forcing her to the edge, leaving ghost kisses down her body before kneeling in front of her. I wrapped my arms around her thighs firmly and took her in my mouth before she had a chance to protest.

“Oh fuck.” Her hand instantly entwined in my hair and rutting her hips into my mouth so frenziedly, you’d think she was in heat. Her juices covered my face already and I fucking loved it only fueling me more.

I did that, I made her that fucking wet.

“Fingers – please.” Her enunciation skipping between syllables pitifully.

I obliged returning my digits to their rightful place, snug between her walls and curving into her sweet spot. My tongue lapped up her folds swallowing every drop of her succulence, matching the desperation she exuded. When I finally began focusing on where she needed me, she disheveled – tugging at my hair, moans filling the room, hips revolving into my fingers essentially fucking herself on them. I spun figure-8’s against her clit only resulting in her vibrating beneath me telling me she was already close.

“Uh – I,” She hesitated, attempting to regain any composure from her pathetic voice, “Can I come Aus?”

As much as I loved her asking for permission, it did beg the question as to what would make her ask. I wasn’t in charge of her and she didn’t have to obey me.

I freed her for just a second, “Yeah baby, be a good girl and come for me.”

My work continued on her bud helping her towards her demise, her pitching moans only driving how ravenously I ate her.

“Aus- Aust!” Letting out with a scream, releasing her orgasm onto my fingers and all over my mouth.

A scream

The second time I made her scream my name.

“Fuck, Fuck!” She continued as my actions didn’t stop letting her ride out her high until her clenching walls ceased.

When she was finally spent, I pulled myself up wiping the excess juices from my chin with the back of my hand. Before I could I had the chance to praise her more, she fell forward on me, resting her head on my chest. I shouldn’t have, really should’ve have – but I pulled my arms around her bringing her into an embrace. It was just a hug or so it seemed, but the intimacy it brought wasn’t something just a hug would bring.

“You did so good.” I whispered, giving her back a gentle rub. I wanted to end it with a ‘baby’ but we were out of that haze, the spell was broken and those luxuries departed with it. She curled into me, nuzzling against my abdomen and clasping one of my arms around her.

“Thank you.” Her voice soft still, in a submissive tone. There was a long pause before speaking again, “I wish you didn’t have to leave.”

What did that mean? Did she want to go again? Did she want me to hold her in bed like I do when she’s drunk?

Leave

“Oh fuck.” I tugged away though her grip kept me anchored, “Fuck Els, I have to go Nox could be here any minute.”

She seemed unphased, not even moving to react, “If he went to the store, he’ll be there for a while, you’re fine.”

She knew his patterns, just like she knew mine.

His words rang in my ears – the deal that we made. I couldn’t take the risk of him finding me between his girlfriend’s legs.

“No, No Els, you know I gotta go.” I was able to escape that time, she just frowned at me.

“I know.” Her head hung in dejection and I was reminded exactly why I had to follow Nox’s plot. This was too confusing, it hurt too much.

I hesitated before going to exit but a finger was still hooked with mine, not demanding but requesting my return. Fluttering emeralds saddened when they met mine, swirling some guilt in me as if I was deserting her. Once again, I was wrapped in her web.

It was a brutal battle between my body and whatever was compelling me to take her face in my hands, admiring every feature. Thumbs tenderly slid up her cheek bones causing her to lean into my touch, “Merry Christmas Els.”

Her own delicate hand came up to cup the one that she had leaned into, closing her eyes and giving my hand a little squeeze as she pressed it against her cheek. After taking in the moment, her sad greens found mine again, “Merry Christmas Aus.”

Every cell in my body was trying to convince me that I wanted all the things he had, all the things he got to do with her. Before it was merely sexual, I wanted to touch her, taste her, be inside her. Except now, I ached for all the boring shit with the same ferocity.

The necklace.

The stupid fucking necklace.

Yeah, I got her the priceless Elvis vinyls that she exploded over, ones that intrinsically tied into her very being – more so than some meaningless Kay Jeweler necklace. And yet it still felt superior. No matter what I could do or give her it would always pale in comparison. She’d unwaveringly choose him like he was her religion, and I was just the sin she was ashamed of. I was the evil she was relentlessly tempted by but would later repent for.

I didn’t have that luxury. My religion was synthetic and there was no penance for worshipping it.

Next Chapter -> 24 - Ski Slopes**

Thank you for every like, reblog or comment, it means the world to me truly. I love hearing your thoughts and I'm glad you're liking my little story 💗

P.S. Fun fact - This chapter is followed by 3 more back to back smut chapters 👀

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AAAAAAHH THE SCARA FIC!!! it was so good!! the part where he's mean to us for attempting to receive help from teyvatcord rather than the internet ( ; ω ; ) and the fact u call it teyvatcord instead of discord is so cute!! honestly I feel like that small detail made me enjoy it 10x more because I'm a sucker for little canon eastereggs—and!! the harbingers and knights of favonius mention (scaras right, that name is lame!! like, who names their team 'knights of favonius') T_T sobsob <33 scara being mad at his teammates was so adorably funny hehe — that whole little segment was so funny and domestic , him mocking us and the little bickering between us <33 AND!! THE ENDING (＠_＠) don't even get me started orz.. he was surprisingly cute and somewhat nice T_T and his little ego-boost and cocky demeanor after finding out it was our first time!! (>_<) and, and!! him crying at the end aaaaa my heart orz

AND I SEE U ALREADY UPDATED UR LUNAR LOVE HOTEL M-LIST (≧▽≦)!! it's cute how u give us a little snippet and idea of what the next work will be about and who will be featured (excited for the idia piece!!) :3 I'm not really sure what u plan working on next (I think u mentioned dru? :o) but either way I am so excited and ready for anything u post (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ reading ur work always makes me happy; your blog is an addiction for me!! (>_<)

I hope u have a good rest of your weekend and make sure to rest up if you can!! :D u deserve any and all rest u can get after all the effort and work you put into feeding us so well ^_^

AHAHDHWHF (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞ I LITERALLY JUST SENT AN ASK IN BUT I FORGOT TO TALK ABOUT HOW MUCH I LOVED SCARA COOKING FOR US (｡T ω T｡) he was so cute and such a little loser wanting to make sure we got three meals a day and keeping us comfortable (＞﹏＜) and the way we were teasing him about it aaaa!! the crumbs of scara's domesticity while being in his captivity LOLL

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LOVELY, WONDERFUL, SWEET ANON, THANK YOU FOR SUCH A KIND MESSAGE OMG!!!!! ＊*♡( ⁎ᵕᴗᵕ⁎ ）

I'm very flattered you liked the little easter eggs I sprinkled throughout. I like the sound of Teyvatcord; it's really cute, so I'm happy you could enjoy it as well! And the Knights of Favonius versus Harbingers for the tournament Scaramouche was complaining about... I had fun mentioning it! Hopefully his team can win in the tournament!!! ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ and subtly dropping Xiao into the story, too!! >:D aaaaa so many fun little allusions are packed in there!!

But I'm glad you liked the part where he's getting angry at his teammates (writing "can you stop spamming the chat for five seconds, Tartaglia? Damn!" had me cracking a silly smile because I could hear it in his voice so perfectly). I had so much fun writing that scene and his banter with Reader!! They have such a fun chemistry. >0< and his ego boost at learning you're a virgin!! He shouldn't let it feed his pride too much because he's also a virgin LOL. I had fun writing the sex scenes. Scara is so cute and lovable when he isn't being a bully. <3 originally, he was going to be very mean and it would be more so punishment sex than anything, but I liked the idea of Scara softening over the fact that it's your first time as well. Even he can be sentimental at times hehe!!

And cooking for you yes!!!! Beyond the death threats, he cares in very subtle ways and one of those is making sure you're always fed. It's perfect domestic malewife energy. Scara just wants you to be content when you're here as his kitten-captive-roommate???? All of those things... orz he's a loser, but he's a loser who cares and isn't that so sweet!!!! ^v^

I did indeed update the masterlist hehe!!! :D I'm happy to know you're looking forward to Idia's ficlet! As for what I am working on next, the upcoming chapter for DRU is halfway complete, so I might release it before finishing "The Most Dangerous Game" (a yan!Jade fic). After those fics, I'll either finish Dr. Riddle, the next Bittersweet Secret chapter, or begin writing yandere!Trey. I hope those fics can be something you can look forward to!!! (˚ᗜ˚*)

Thank you again for enjoying what I post!!! <3 I'm glad that it can make you happy!!!!! And I will be sure to get plenty of rest! Please also make sure to get enough rest and eat delicious foods and drink water and don't forget to take any medicines or vitamins you may need!!!

#sweet messages #AAAAA A MILLION THANK YOUS #i am holding your message close to my heart >v< it's so sweet...#i'm really happy to know so many enjoyed discord mod scara!!!!

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thessalian · 1 year

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Thess vs Overtime, Day 3

Well. Not really Day 3, because I got through about five minutes before body and brain both rebelled and I just went, "No, fuck this".

On the plus side, I did get us to the queue being only 24 hours. The negative side? For ... I'm going to say about an hour and a half or so, I was doing it alone, or at least so it seemed.

First thing I noticed was at about half-past three, a half-dozen reports from Wednesday afternoon got tossed into the queue. Possibly more; I was working too hard to check timestamps for awhile. That's a Goblin trick - take some typing out of the queue to show willing, do something else (actual work or not) until she can more or less say, "Oh, I won't get these done; it's too late now", and then toss them back into the queue for some other poor shmuck (usually me) to deal with. Of course, these ones were relatively short, so she would have had plenty of time with a 4pm departure time (that's when her workday ends), but ... that's Goblin for you, especially when Scruffman's away.

(I should note that there were still ones from late Wednesday afternoon when I logged in this morning, but those were long and complicated ones, or ones from the new guy who is really bad at these, and in some cases both. Temp avoided those and got started in on the stuff that she likes better. She did that most of the day, as far as I can recall, picking and choosing so specifically that there were little gaps in the typing queue but the whole timeline of the queue went further back than it should have. I know why she doesn't take things in chronological order, but I am fed up with her entitled attitude about it.)

Anyway, when I finally got those done, I started noticing that the number of reports was going up with no corresponding down-tick of "someone else taking stuff out of the queue". That was around 4pm. Which makes zero sense, because Temp works until at minimum 5pm. I mean, it's possible that one or two got taken out while I wasn't looking, from somewhere in today's typing (not urgents, though - I was the only one who touched those, too), but I somehow doubt it. So I had to work basically on my own for about an hour and a half, with the only bright side being that we seemed to only have one person reporting towards the end of the afternoon. But despite only having today's typing left in the queue, we have more bits of typing now than we did when I logged off yesterday - somewhere to the tune of 260 reports.

I thought about clearing some of it; I really did. I just could not make myself do it. I got through about five minutes getting to the point of "Okay, it's only today's typing; we're only 24 hours behind now, at least" and ... well, I've been working at a pace that I shouldn't be working for days, I've been working hours that I shouldn't be working, also for days, and I am already suffering for this. But I also know that there will be people reporting over the weekend and it'll get stupid and my colleagues will still lounge around doing the bare minimum on Monday and I'll come back on Tuesday to a horror show because none of them fucking care. I have to pull a double-duty that physically cripples me because they won't work to any reasonable standard unless the manager is breathing down their necks.

I swear, people like them give those of us who work from home a bad name. They're the ones people point at and say, "Look what happens when employees are away from managerial supervision! This is why we need them in the office being monitored at all times!" And then there's me, who does work from home and doesn't need to be hovered over to do my damn job.

Part of me wants to do something fun, just because I've had so few spoons to do anything fun lately. The rest of me just wants to be a duvet burrito until Tuesday morning because I am exhausted, in no small amount of pain, and fed the fuck up. Well, not literally, because once again I was too busy working to actually get any food into me and this time I didn't even have cookies to shove into my face so I'm running on coffee and am honestly not in good enough shape to even contemplate food right now.

On one hand, it's the weekend, so at least maybe I can get some rest. On the other hand, I have a whole other week of this. Still, at least after that I have a week off. I'm going to fucking need it.

#Thess has a day job

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24 Hours at Burning Man 2022 : Coming Soon!

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So few things in life you can't miss one of them is the attitude here they are horrendously arrogant horrendous it's just really really gross coming from bja too I can't stand them anymore these idiots don't understand it you keep explaining it you're fleet always gets eaten up the max plan to do it they're not holding anybody they're getting fed on. There's food and supplies and that's about it and he started screaming no I said why don't you ask them that's what they said last time so he said you don't have any choice but to have hope well you can leave read company said you'll have to handle them so you're the ones that go after first and in this case probably go after Trump so just shut up and start working but their attitude is really stupid I'm tired of this shouting you're a big huge rants in our face I don't think we should put up with it it doesn't do anything it makes us upset he said it too well what an angering pile of s*** they are so damn rude so then leaving anyways and what are they deserve to I cannot believe how damn rude they are I said it's not rude at all massively rude the process has begun.

There's a huge bunch of people wondering what happened today and they're delivering threats and their jerks and they're mean and several people came in with dumb questions and he was abandoned for a little bit with the whole place and these it wasn't really that smooth and these assholes are saying that it was too easy and s*** like that and her son tried it and said yeah way too easy we probably don't have much of a bite into you and we have to start doing stuff and they started to laugh a little and said okay he says too easy and we're not chewing you up and spitting you out and we said this it's actually true it was a little bit soft for what they're doing so we started to go after him and her son and daughter said don't worry we're going to get up to where you are because you trying to hide it a little and make sure that you pay for all the rest of the times and they said go blow it out your ass I said we're going to blow it out yours cuz you're so stupid. And they start getting hit and there are people getting hit and they said this is the word concern the worry and concern I said you say the words but you never have that class of activity and I know what you guys have and it's not right it doesn't match what you need it doesn't match what you're saying and pretty soon you figure out the time you have can take you and you stuck yourself in his face for someone else and you get wiped out so he's not smiling and he says this is what it is says he can't stop it's not much I can do it s*** head is a ship above me and you're threatening to dissect me for your own little dinky a****** loser purposes and it start making faces insane stupid things I'll tell you what these people are smoked so we're getting them out killing them and taking their people away and huge bunches and some of them said you can't really do that and you know I kept going and it kept going after a Time they're a weekend here and the number of small a few of them looked over and said we don't have time for this but mostly they fall and they left and they did not have anything to say at the end of the day is b******* they were ranting and raving and screaming at people and the horrendous so we started to take it out on them and we decide to shut them down and people in the process of trying to do that and found out that a lot of trumpsters are crammed in here and that they're gross people and they're pulling them out and it's kind of a crisis so going to print

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vvvspecialty · 1 year

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I just reread my last post and wow have things changed since then - so it’s September 2023 i.e. a whole year 1/2 has passed since that post. Catchup time lol.

Marvin and I ended up getting together shortly after that post for basically the entire summer & in September, after labor day weekend, we broke up for good. He planned out this really sweet trip to Savannah and I was really busy w/ hw from school so I don’t think it went how he had wanted it. Tbh I ruined it because aside from the crappy sex and lack of attention I was giving, we got into fight otw back home and if you remember, Marvin doesn’t do well with fights so basically went down hill after that and the following weekend we met up and mutually agreed to go our separate ways. Obviously he didn’t try to make it work, like he never has, but from my end I think I was just so fed up with nothing changing in our relationship after 5 years that I just snapped I mean we were literally in the same position we were when we met - he was still living with his parents, no plans or steps being taken to move out, with no car, the same job, the same drunken activities & I just can’t live like that. Life is so fucking short , i’m in my twenties and I just want to experience and live and be selfish and just enjoy my time being young. I feel like I woke up one day and I was 25 like wtf happened in my early 20’s??

So it’s been a year since we broke up and yea it’s been sad in certain moments, I miss him and think about him sometimes, I still have some of our pictures and videos in my vault in sc but baby steps you know. The BIGGEST thing that’s happened have been 2 things:

I got my boobs done on Valentines day 2023

I had sex w/ a guy

Now the boob thing has been great but annoying

The guy thing has been the same thing , mostly annoying because after we had sex we haven’t spoken since which is fine, I never wanted anything serious anyway but damn I am still so attracted to him lol I think he’s sooo hot (deff my type aside from the fact that he’s a douchbag and the sex was WHACK!)

Still working wt DHL although our Manager Daniel officially left 2 weeks ago ): so now i’m rethinking my job but on the bright side we’re almost done with our masters just gotta finish this semester and Spring semester and we’re done. I can’t wait to surprise my mom :D

and we went to Greece in Mat w/ Drew to celebrate our 25th , it was great & beautiful & annoying because we got sick but during the trip we had a layover in Amsterdam and omg it was beautiful (definitely gotta make a trip of that place asap).

Now as for the future, I have a plan on visiting Spain next year for a few month in July until October but i’m trying to get my italian passport asap rocky so I can stay longer if I want (i’ve been obsessed with Spain movies lately , the most recent one being My Fault omg so good lol)

Anyways that’s basically it - we’ve gained a little weight which is good , my goal has been to get to 130 and I finally made it!!!

Currently living in a townhouse with 2 roomates I found on fb marketplace in a group for Emory students finding housing & aside from some annoying moments, it’s been great! I love my room and I love the location. Decatur is so pretty!!

Keep your chin up, things will get hard but they’ll always get better.

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Jongin: “Hyung, your shot’s off-center.”

Kyungsoo: “No it’s not. I centered it on the prettiest part of the picture.” 💖

#kaisoo #kadi #selfie #elyxioninbkk #so many Kaisoo selfies in BKK #damn we were fed well this whole weekend

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lockefanfic · 2 years

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Ghosts

Author’s Note:

This takes place in the same continuity as Queen of Hearts and Second Place. The OC and all characters are the same ones as in those two stories.

Also, fluff and angst warning for the last few pages.

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Your life changed when you held her for the first time. In that moment you knew you’d never love anyone more.

Even now, eight months later, that hadn’t changed. It never would.

“She’s been asleep for an hour or two,” Seulgi says, softly, leaning on the doorframe next to you. “She’s pretty tired out after our little trip to the park.”

You close the door to your daughter’s bedroom as softly as you could, twisting the knob and letting it go only once the door was shut to ensure you made as little noise as possible. Only when you finally let go of the doorknob did you realize a soft smile was on your lips the whole while.

“Thanks, Seulgi,” you say, voice barely above a whisper as you both step into the hallway. “Seungyeon and I appreciate you stepping in to watch her last minute. We had to both be at a meeting across town that we couldn’t miss.”

“Oh, no worries,” Seulgi replies. “You know I’d never turn down an opportunity to spend time with my niece.”

Seulgi and Seungyeon weren’t sisters by blood and so your daughter wasn’t technically her niece, but given how close their friendship was they may as well have been related. It was a relationship you’d benefitted from directly - it was Seulgi who introduced you to Seungyeon, after all. If it weren’t for her, you likely wouldn’t have a wife and daughter today.

It was crazy to think that a chance meeting at your local gym could alter your life so drastically. It was even crazier to think that it was your former fuck buddy that would introduce you to your future wife.

“I’ll be sure to transfer you your babysitting fee,” you say as you both continue down the hallway and towards the stairs that led to the main floor of your home. “What was it, seven bucks an hour?”

Seulgi sucks her breath through her teeth in a show of faux disbelief. “Damn, this is awkward. Did Seungyeon not tell you how much my rate was? It’ll be fourty-five bucks an hour, plus gratuities. I’m a certified, professional babysitter, I’ll have you know. I even fed her a restaurant-quality, nutritious, balanced meal to support her growth during this crucial time in her development.”

“Mmmhmmm,” you say, returning her smile with one of your own. “I bet it took some real professional training and certification to unscrew that jar of baby food and spoon feed it to a toddler.”

Seulgi laughs - a laugh that you were once intimately familiar with, one that had meant so much more to you at one part in your life.

Another time. Another life.

You both linger for a split second at the stairs. It is a second that felt a little longer than it should have.

To say your relationship with Seulgi was a complicated one was an understatement. The fuck buddy relationship that you’d established following that fateful poker game had lasted a little over a year or so - a year filled with late night hookups and entire weekends filled with nothing but sex so intense that you’d both woken up on Monday mornings sore, bruised, and utterly drained in more ways than one. You’d both made it clear to each other that it was purely a physical relationship, and that feelings wouldn’t be involved… but you’d always felt, in the deepest recesses of your heart and mind, that Seulgi wasn’t quite satisfied with the platonic nature of your agreement.

And so in an attempt to remind her that you weren’t looking for a relationship, you’d declared, casually, that you were looking to meet someone - hoping that she would catch the implication of such a declaration. She must have, because she soon introduced you to her friend Seungyeon at a party you both attended. Seungyeon introduced you to her sister, who, coincidentally, was looking for an agent to promote her budding art career; and the rest, of course, was history.

And so Seulgi went from being someone who indulged your deepest, most carnal physical fantasies to your wife’s best friend. Her closeness with Seungyeon meant you saw her often. On the surface you were both mature adults, and so you both left the entire fuck buddy era of your friendship a secret between yourselves, pretending it never happened, leaving it in the past where it belonged so as to not complicate the present.

But you couldn’t deny that there was still some lingering awkwardness there, an unspoken, unfinished something that lingered in the air whenever you two were together - and especially when you two were alone.

You knew what it was. She knew what it was. But you were almost afraid to confront it, both of you afraid to disrupt the pleasant little status quo that you’d built for yourselves.

You look up at her, almost afraid at what you’d find there.

She was beautiful, of course, as she always was. She was gorgeous on the day you met her, when she approached you for a spot at the gym - and she was even more gorgeous now, many years later, if such a thing were possible. She is wearing an unbuttoned white shirt over a short blue crop top and loose jeans - an outfit that left those perfect, sculpted abs of hers bare. She knew what she was doing when she picked out that outfit. She knew what it would do to you.

For a split second, the sight of her perfect, toned midsection causes your mind to call up an image of her naked, legs spread as she rode you fiercely, those abs flexing and working as they throw her body over and over against you, taking you in and out of her again and again and again as she cried and moaned and sighed her pleasure. You recall the way her abs looked when they were glazed with your warm, thick cum, the way it dripped down her sides and-

You force those images out of your mind. Those days were long over. You were married now, with a child, and having those thoughts now, as pleasant as they were, just didn’t feel right.

But whatever self-pity you had begun to brew inside yourself disappears when your eyes meet hers. You take in that soft, wide smile she always seemed to have on those soft, round features of hers - a smile that was always so warm and inviting, as though it belonged to a woman who could harbor no ill will towards anyone or anything.

And in her eyes - those round, caring eyes, so often bent pleasantly into inverted half moon shapes with every smile - is a softness, a tenderness that disarms you.

You both linger there for a second, you with one step on the stairs, her with one hand on the railing, eyes looking for something in each other, something that you’d both danced around and avoided for years, but was now there, out in the open, finally waiting to be confronted and addressed.

Her hand slowly inches towards yours on the railing. Your eyes don’t leave her face. You watch as her lower lip slowly curls under her teeth until she is biting it, a sliver of ivory over a soft pink.

Her fingers reach yours. Her touch feels like electricity, a spark of something that you’d long forgotten the existence of. She’s the first to speak.

“I think you know how you can pay me.”

There was a time when hearing such provocative words come out of those lips was commonplace. You’d heard her hiss and scream and moan far dirtier, filthier things into your ears, truth be told. But to hear her say them now, to hear her imply what she was implying, given the new lives that fate had deemed you live - it was somehow one of the most intensely arousing things you’d ever heard her say.

“Seulgi… I-”

“She won’t be home for a few more hours,” she answers, quickly, the tone beneath her words betraying an underlying desperation. A need. A want long kept buried.

“But she… Seulgi, I’m married-”

“Shhhh,” she replies, and for the first time there is a hushed desperation in her face, evident in the slight upward twisting of her eyebrows and the slightest of quivers in her upper lip. “She won’t know. No one will.”

“But I will, Seulgi,” you answer. “We shouldn’t.”

Almost immediately after you said that last word you knew it was the wrong word to say. Shouldn’t was quite different from can’t. It implied the existence, however slim, of possibility. It gave her hope. It gave her a chance.

“We shouldn’t,” she repeats, taking a step closer to you on the stairs, her palm slowly covering more and more of yours on the railing until she is grasping the back of your hand. “But we can. Please. It’ll be just like old times.”

“Seulgi-”

“Just once. Fuck me like you used to. Just once. I need it - I need you. Just once. Please.”

“We shouldn’t. Seulgi…”

She steps closer to you on the stairs, her hand on yours tracing a path up your arm until it is curled around your neck. She’s close enough now that her scent - one you were once so familiar with - fills your nostrils with each breath. She smells of strawberries and lust and…

She smells like sin.

Her hands play with the hair at the back of your scalp. You shiver at her touch, though whether from anticipation or guilt, you couldn’t be sure.

“Don’t tell me you don’t think about it. About those days when you fucked my brains out until I had trouble walking. About those nights when I went to sleep dripping your cum out of every hole.”

You sigh, a heavy breath through your nose. You loved your wife to death, but how could you ever forget those days? How could anyone?

“Tell me you don’t think about it,” she continues, incessant now, pressing her svelte, tight body against you. Her cheek presses against yours so she can hiss into your ear - you’d never touched her this way, never made any sort of skin contact beyond the odd high five or friendly hug in the last few years.

Her every movement made your nerves dance. Her every touch made your heart leap.

“Tell me you don’t think about my pussy,” she says, voice sharp, low, like the hissing of a snake, every syllable dripping with the venom of ill intent. “Tell me you don’t think about my hot, tight little pussy and how it felt wrapped around your cock. Tell me you don’t think about the way you fucked it again and again and again, the way you used it like it was nothing more than a sleeve for your cock, a place to dump load after load of your cum.”

“Fuck, Seulgi-” you snap, unable to say anything more.

“Come on,” she says, before she says your name into your ear, the syllables of it half breath, half moan. “Don’t you think about that first night we had together? That night after you won that poker game? You fucked me five times. Five loads - one in my mouth, one on my stomach… and three in my pussy. I was sloppy and wet and leaking the whole night. How many times do you think you can fuck me before she gets home? How many loads do you think you can give me?”

“Seulgi,” you say, your resistance withered down now to just her name, as if merely saying it would somehow stop her, stop the both of you from taking one more step down this damned path that she’d chosen for the two of you.

“I want it,” she pleads, a hiss in your ear.

Her free hand makes its way towards your crotch, her long, dainty fingers quickly cupping the growing bulge she finds there. She presses her lips against your ear.

“Fuck me.”

Your fists clench at your side, as though your body had begun to involuntarily fight her advances. It wasn’t right. It was wrong. You shouldn’t. You couldn’t-

Her hand works at the belt and button of your pants. Experienced, deft, she has them undone quickly. When she slips her hand into the waistband of your boxers, the feel of her warm palm and fingers around your near fully stiffened cock causes the air to rush out of your lungs.

“You know what I’ve been dreaming about lately? That you’d do to me what you did to her,” she hisses into your ear. “I can’t stop thinking about it. I can’t stop wanting it. And I’m ready for it. I’m… I’m off the pill. No protection. No pulling out. I want it raw.”

Her hand begins to pump up and down on your cock, fingers tight around the shaft, thumb playing merry havoc with your sensitive head the way she had so often so many years ago.

“I want you… to put a baby in me. I want you to spill your seed inside my womb. I want you to fill me with so much cum there’s no way I don’t get pregnant. I want… you to put a baby in my belly.”

You tense, breathless, as she continues to pump your cock. But the feel of her hand on your shaft pales in comparison to the next words she whispers into your ear.

“Breed me.”

Her cheek leaves yours to face you. Her eyes - her perfect brown eyes, so filled with lust and the need for your seed inside her young, fertile womb - they’re what break you.

Your lips crush together, a rough, frenzied kiss borne of need and lust and sin that felt so sweet, so delicious, precisely because it was wrong, it was wicked, it was sinful.

Her arms wrap around yours, fingers tight in your hair, nails digging into your scalp. Your hands slip inside her shirt, caressing the firm, tight skin of her lower back, delighting in the feel of her tight little body close to yours for the first time in years. The feel of her so close to you, so needy for something that you’d both long considered unthinkable - it drove you insane. It made you… animalistic.

Perhaps it was the biological urges, the thousands of years of evolution that made you want nothing more than to breed the young woman in your arms and have her carry your child. Perhaps it was the danger. Perhaps it was the violation of the sanctity of your marriage. Whatever it was, it threw all inhibition and morality out the window. There was only sex, and the need to spill your seed inside Kang Seulgi’s fertile pussy.

You break your torrid kiss by squirming a hand into her hair and pulling her face away from yours. On her features is a look so primal, so unapologetically lustful. Mouth ajar, eyes pleading, wanton need laid openly bare.

You drag her by her hair to your bedroom. The master bedroom, the one you shared with your wife.

You throw her onto the foot of the bed with a forcefulness that surprises you.

“Strip,” you hiss. “Strip naked and suck my cock. Get me nice and wet so I can fuck your needly little pussy.”

Seulgi does as she’s told - the way she did all those years ago when she submitted herself to you. It brought back so many memories. It reignited that same lustful need in your loins, the same way it did so long ago, a hunger unfulfilled - no, if anything the time away from her had only heightened it, amplified your need to satiate it.

She wastes no time, practically ripping off her button-up shirt and the short blue top beneath, before bending quickly to peel off her jeans, leaving her naked in a matter of seconds.

Tight, lean body. Long, perfect legs. A midriff and abs to die for. Small, perfect, round breasts with taut caramel nipples. She hadn’t changed much since those days. She was just as fit, just as tight and toned - but the young woman she was had been tempered by the years; she was beautiful now, in addition to the youthful charms she possessed when she was younger. She was more than what she was. Now is a goddess.

She falls to her knees - eyes locked on yours the whole time. Even as she pulls your pants down, even as she wraps those long, dainty fingers of hers around your painfully stiff cock, even as she opens her mouth and licks your shaft from base to tip, leaving your cock head on the pad of her tongue whilst she swirls it around the head and beneath its sensitive ridge - she never breaks eye contact.

Your right hand reaches for the back of her scalp. She knows what it means.

She takes you into her mouth. You sigh. Around a mouthful of hard cock, she does the same.

Seulgi immediately launches into a quick, steady rhythm - wasting no time, partially because neither of you knew how much time you’d have, partially because she was so needy, so impatient, so ready to indulge herself in your cock that she had no need or want for slow, considerate foreplay. No, this was all about indulging need. All about sex for its primary function.

To feel her mouth and tongue on your cock again made you feel like you’d found something you’d lost and thought would never find again. She sucks with hollowed cheeks and teases with a skillful tongue - remembering what you liked as though it were only yesterday when you two had spent days at home fucking like animals.

Her left hand reaches between your legs. Her fingers find your sensitive, dangling balls. She plays with them, remembering the weight and feel of them in her hands, squeezing and fondling the sacks of flesh the way she knew you loved.

You couldn’t help but sigh, couldn’t help but cast your head back and let a soft moan escape your lips. You stare at the ceiling for awhile, hoping to find something to distract yourself from the ridiculously pleasurable sight in front of you. But it doesn’t last long. Your resolve breaks quickly.

You look down and watch her for a minute or two, taking your cock in and out, in and out, in and out between tightly pursed lips, those full, round cheeks hollow with delicious suction.

Eyes still locked on yours.

She lets go of your balls and brings both hands to your ass. You knew what it meant. You knew what she wanted.

You reach down, grasping her skull in your hands. You return your gaze to the ceiling, afraid that watching what you were about to do would be too much to handle.

Eyes finally locked on the ceiling once more, you begin to fuck Seulgi’s mouth.

You moan. You sigh. You grunt as you take your pleasure from the mouth of the naked, nubile young woman on her knees before you. She lets grunts and moans of her own escape her mouth between a mouthful of hard cock. You knew her enough to know this was getting her off just as much as you.

From that first night, that first night when she threw that poker game knowing doing so would reduce her to a fucktoy for the rest of the night - Kang Seulgi loved to be used by you. Some things hadn’t changed. It felt just as good. The taboos and sinfulness only heightened the pleasure, made it easier to indulge in.

You use her for a few more minutes, doing your best to stave off any build up of pleasure that might threaten an early end to the festivities. You look down, hesitantly, and watch as Seulgi’s face twists and contorts, struggles to hold on amidst the fierce thrusts of your cock between her lips. She grunts and sighs and moans and they leave her throat in wet gurgles that oddly spur you, make you want to fuck her wet little mouth until you cum down her throat.

But that wasn’t where you wanted to cum. And it wasn’t where she needed it, where she wanted it.

You pull your cock from her lips, wet and glistening. Seulgi looks up at you with a face of disappointment, as though she’d temporarily forgotten what she needed, as though she were fully ready and willing to swallow a load of hot, fresh cum.

Your hands in her scalp pull her up. When she is standing, you turn her towards the bed, a hand on her back bending her over it until she braces herself against it with her hands.

“I’m going to fuck you on our bed,” you hiss. “I’m going to breed your tight little pussy on it.”

Seulgi lets out a sound that is somewhere between a sigh and a moan, a wordless expression of her need.

“Is… is this where you bred her? Where you filled her with cum and put a baby in her belly?”

You smile slyly to yourself as you watch her, naked and bent over the foot of your bed. Your hands roam her svelte form, along the curve of her spine, around her tiny little waist, around her full hips and tight ass. Your cock, glistening with her spit and your pre-cum, nestles between her ass cheeks - twitching, needy, ready to do its duty. Seulgi arches her back, gyrating her hips against you, capturing your cock between her ass cheeks and rubbing it up and down with her crack. You feel her wetness on the underside of her cock. She is dripping, hot and ready.

Truth be told, this wasn’t where you bred Seungyeon. You didn’t quite feel like telling Seulgi that your daughter was conceived during a one-night stand at her apartment after your first confession of your feelings for one another.

“It doesn’t fucking matter, Seulgi,” you state. “This is where I’m going to breed you.”

Seulgi sighs, a breathy, airy sigh. She straightens her back until she is upright, her back against your chest. Your cock presses against her lower back. You snake your arms around her slim torso to squeeze her breasts, cupping the soft, round mounds, pinching her taut, tight nipples. A droplet of sweat drips from the back of her head, down the nape of her neck. You dart out your tongue to slick it off her flushed skin, and she lets a mewling sound leave her lips.

“Do it, please, do it,” she says in a soft whisper that turns into a pleading hiss, “Do it, please. Fuck me. Cum inside me. Fill my pussy with your hot seed. Put a baby inside my belly.”

You’d thought there was nothing else that Kang Seulgi could do or say that would break you even more than you already were, but there it was - words that somehow manage to shatter what was left of you, render you nothing more than a thrall to your biological and natural urges to procreate. Nothing else mattered. Only Seulgi’s body, and the need to impregnate her.

You bend her over once more with a hand on her back. She spreads her legs apart as best she can, feet tiptoed on the floor to bring her body to the right height for penetration. You bring the head of your cock to her dripping, slick lips. You thrust forward, and you enter her.

Seulgi screams - a sound so raw and natural, so unfiltered by human decorum or propriety. It is a sound so primal, so basic, that it ignites every hardwired biological switch in both of your bodies. It was a signal, a tacit permission to carry out the act that every human being was born to do.

You fuck her. Not soft, not gentle, not even consistent. It is rough. It is hard. It is animalistic.

You waste no time ramping up into a rough, if unsteady rhythm. From your very first strokes you are thrusting your achingly hard cock in and out of her wet, slick, tight little pussy with a speed that might have hurt her had she not been so wet and ready for it. She squeezes and tightens and pulsates around you, every inch of her body bent towards taking you, letting you have your way with her, urging you towards that goal of planting your seed inside her.

It doesn’t take her long before she is ramming her ass and hips back at you. She wants it too. Perhaps more than you do.

“Fuck!” she hisses, throwing her head back and sending sweat-matted auburn hair flying, the word filled with pleasure and relief, the sound of a woman who’d finally received something she’d gone for so long without, a relapsed addict after a new hit. The curse word quickly turns into a long, wordless drawl, punctuated by high pitched crescendos timed to each thrust of your cock into her body.

Your hands clutch at her wide hips, her tiny waist, her full ass cheeks. Her toes curl. Her hands clutch handfuls of the pristine white sheets of your bed, the sheets Seungyeon obsessed over making each day after you both woke. There is something sinful in that act. Something that only highlights how utterly lost down your chosen path you were. You were a cheater, now. A vile, sinful cheater.

You pound away at her, the wet slap of skin on skin and her deep, primal moans filling the room. Every thrust inside her body is a sin, a violation of the marriage you’d built upon that bed, an offense against the woman you shared it with, the one that bore your daughter. But you didn’t matter. Not when Seulgi’s pussy was so tight and wet, her body so hot and ready to receive your cum. You lose control. You lose yourself.

“Fuck me, oh god, fuck me!” she hisses, her every word fixating you upon her, making sure you had no room left in your brain for second-guessing or regret. “Fuck me, fuck me, use me!”

They were words you’d heard her moan on more than one occasion. But to hear them again drives you almost insane.

You reach forward, grasping a handful of hair once more. You pull her almost upright until she is standing. Her hands grasp back at you, fingers clawing at your skin, eager to ground herself, find some sort of anchor against the pleasure crashing in waves against her body. Not once do you slow your rhythm, continuing to fuck the mewling, moaning woman without pause.

“This… this is what you want, isn’t it, Seulgi? You want me to breed you? You want me to fuck this tight little pussy of yours until I fill it with cum? Until I put a baby in you?”

“MMfffmghfuckyes!” she manages to spit, her moan only barely managing to form into words. “Please. Please. Please!”

Her words spur you. You push her onto the bed onto her hands and knees, roughly, callously - slipping your cock from her as you do so, eliciting a moan of displeasure from the squirming, quivering young thing that is Kang Seulgi. But she doesn’t go without your cock for long. Taking up position behind her once more, you reach forward, grasping her hands to pull them behind her lower back, holding them there with a hand around her wrists, leaving her upper body and face helplessly pressed against the bed. With your free hand, you line yourself up once more with her pussy.

Then you fuck her again.

Seulgi sighs and cries into the bedsheets - animalistic grunts and rough, wet sounding moans. You’d had plenty of rough sex with her before, but nothing like this, nothing so primal and natural. This was instinctual. This was raw.

You fuck her into the bed - face down and ass up, hands bound behind her back, there is little she can do but take you as you drill her tight little hole over and over again. It is rough, almost callous - but she loves it, loves every second. It was what she wanted. It was what she needed, all these years.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck,” formerly pristine white sheets, now wrinkled and stained with sweat and the plentiful juices dripping from Seulgi’s juicy pussy. “Fuck, you’re gonna… gonna make me cum!”

You don’t respond - not verbally, at least. You only increase the tempo with which you are fucking her.

“Cum for me, Seulgi,” you hiss through your teeth. “Cum on my cock like a good little girl. Like a good little girl that wants to be bred.”

She does so, as if on command. She tightens in a way that rips a pleasurable groan from your mouth. She pulsates. She squeezes. She floods your cock and your crotches with a wave of slick, hot juices - but it doesn’t end. You feel the hot rushes of warm liquid on your legs and thighs and know that she has squirted all over the bed you shared with your wife.

That was one of the things you loved about Seulgi - she squirted, but most often when she was especially turned on. And what could have turned her on more than the sheer sinfulness of what you were doing?

You slow your strokes into her pussy until you stop, burying yourself inside her. She gasps as you fill her with cock.

“Good girl,” you say, finally releasing her hands from her back, caressing a still-quivering ass cheek as the final waves of her orgasm course through her body. “Good girl, Seulgi.”

“Mmmm,” she moans into the bed, where a pool of her saliva and spit has begun to stain the sheets. “You fuck me so good. I had to… I had to squirt all over your cock.”

“Such a needy little slut,” you reply. “So needy for my cock. Is it time for you to take my cum, too, Seulgi?”

“Yes,” she sighs. “Yes please. Please… cum inside me. Don’t pull out. Spill your seed inside my needy little pussy. Coat my womb with your cum. Give me a baby.”

You let a devilish smile appear on your lips as you slip yourself from her, eliciting another sigh of disappointment at her sudden emptiness.

If she wanted to be bred, there was only one position you wanted to do it in.

Grabbing her by the hips, you turn her over onto her back. Slipping your hands behind her knees, you lean over her - placing her legs on your shoulders and leaning forward until her knees are almost touching her elbows and she is folded in half atop the bed.

“Put my cock in you, Seulgi,” you hiss, your faces mere inches apart as you loom over her helpless body. “Put my cock inside your pussy so I can fill it with cum.”

Without a moment’s delay Seulgi reaches between your sweat-slick bodies, bringing your wet, dripping cock to her drenched folds. You nudge the tip of your cock inside her warm flesh, relishing the feel of her lips wrapping themselves around your cockhead.

You watch as Seulgi’s face contorts and twists with the promise of impending pleasure - but she keeps her eyes open, keeps them locked on yours. In them is a plea, a desire, an ask - a need to be filled with cum. A raw, animalistic need…

“Fuck me,” she spits. “I’m your fucktoy. Fuck me, use me… breed me.”

You thrust yourself inside her. She moans. She sighs. She cries rough, wordless sounds of raw, unfiltered pleasure. You grunt. You drill into her body, fucking her roughly, callously, animalistically.

Her dangling feet bounce helplessly above her head. The rest of her body, with her lower half folded in half atop her, is unable to do much more than simply take you as you drill her, almost vertically, into the bed. In and out, in and out, in and out. There is no time for technique or consideration for comfort. Only raw, primal, animalistic rutting, like uncultured savages wanting nothing more than to propagate the human species.

Her moans, already wordless, turn into an unintelligible drawl as they leave a mouth permanently ajar. Her eyes roll into the back of her head as she is taken again and again. Nothing else exists aside from the hard cock pounding away at her helpless body. It is overwhelming. It is almost too much - but at the same time, until she feels those hot, warm jets of virile semen filling her needy, fertile womb - it is not enough.

Every muscle in your arms and legs burns with the effort. But your brain ignores the signals of exhaustion being sent by every nerve in your body - because in their face is a growing pleasure so all-consuming that it lends you strength, lends you the energy you need to continue the torrid pace you have set for yourself as you pound another woman’s body into the bed you shared with your wife. Your teeth grit. Sweat flies from your forehead to land onto the bed, another bodily fluid, another drop of evidence to stain your marriage bed with evidence of your infidelity.

Another drop of sin to add to the ocean you had fallen into with Seulgi.

You watch Seulgi’s face as you fuck her - mouth ajar, saliva dripping from her lips, eyes rolled to the back of her head. Her brow is furrowed, almost as if she is in deep concentration - but you know it is only because her body is struggling to contain the pleasure coursing through every fibre of her being. She gasps - a breathless, airy gasp that reminds you of someone that is suddenly fighting for each breath - and then she orgasms.

Her pussy tightens exponentially around your cock, even as you continue to fuck in and out of her. The breath rushes from her lungs as she urges you, pleads with you to give her what she wants.

Your orgasm beckons. Your cock swells with semen, ready to spill into her wanton, fertile womb, ready to coat her walls with your cum, the seed of life. Your body urges you, spurs you towards fulfilling the most basic, animalistic, primal need of humanity. So does the filthy, raw slurry of words tumbling from Kang Seulgi’s mouth.

“Please cum in me please oh god, please cum inside me put a baby in my tummy please cum in me!”

You find the wherewithal, amidst the relentless, rough fucking, to smile devilishly. You bury yourself to the hilt inside her, earning a sharp yelp of surprise from the still mid-orgasm woman as she is filled to the brim with cock. You bend to hiss into Seulgi’s ear.

“I don’t cum in fucktoys. I only cum in my wife.”

When you pull your face from her cheek, you have only a moment to relish the look of shock upon her face before you let her tired legs slip from your shoulders. Slipping your cock from her body, you reach down to stroke your slick shaft with your right hand.

Your orgasm hits you with the force of a thunderbolt, but you find the inner strength to force your eyes open and watch as your cock spurts rope after rope of thick, hot cum onto Seulgi’s body. The thick, creamy semen lands in long strands upon her flushed skin - first on her upper chest and neck, and then on her small, heaving breasts, and finally on her tight, breathless stomach.

You leave her a cum-stained, dirty, sweaty mess atop the bed. On her face, amidst the last vestiges of her orgasm, is a look of shock mingled with unmistakable disappointment.

You leave the bed. She mewls at your parting from her, but it doesn’t stop you. You step towards the closet that fills one of the walls of your bedroom before pulling one of the sliding doors aside.

In the closet is Seungyeon - frazzled, messy - one hand busy in her drenched panties, the other inside her white tanktop, hand clutched around a soft, full breast. The slatted sliding door clearly gave her a perfect view of everything that had just occurred between you and Seulgi.

“Did you like the show, baby?”

Seungyeon rushes from the closet, wrapping her arms around your neck and giving you a rough, frenzied kiss. Her tongue presses into your mouth. You wrap your arms around her as she breaks the kiss and looks into your eyes, a devilish smile on her perfect red lips. She turns to your bed, where Seulgi is still struggling to recover from being fucked into oblivion.

“I loved the show, baby,” she finally replies. “I hope you liked getting reacquainted with your old fucktoy?”

“I did,” you smile. Even as Seungyeon watches Seulgi’s cumstained body squirm on the bed, your eyes have never left your wife’s face. You knew where your heart’s desires truly laid.

“Good,” Seungyeon says, turning to you once more. “Because we have her for the whole weekend.”

Seungyeon slips from your arms, her hand falling to your wrist and pulling you once more towards the bed. She takes a moment to divest herself of her tank top and slip out of her panties, leaving her as naked as her best friend atop the bed.

She’d worked hard to get her figure back after bearing your daughter, and your eyes are glued to her tight, perfect form as she crawls onto the bed, ass up, leaning down to give Seulgi a soft, tender kiss - she’d not only regained her previous figure but kept the curves pregnancy and early motherhood had blessed her with, most evident in the roundness of her breasts and the fullness of her hips and thighs. She cradles the younger woman’s face in her hand for a moment before licking her lips and kissing her once more - this time more passionately. Seulgi reciprocates, and wraps her own arms around her best friend as they continue to make out atop the bed.

You watch as Seungyeon breaks the kiss, bending her head to lick a glistening, creamy rope of your cum from Seulgi’s breast, eliciting a soft moan from the younger woman as she her tongue curls lavisciously around a glistening, cum-slick nipple.

Your wife looks back at you.

“Don’t just stand there, baby,” she says, slyly, a smile on her lips even as they are pressed against the creamy skin of Seulgi’s soft, quivering breast. “Don’t you want to play with me and our new toy?”

You smile before joining your wife atop your bed.

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“I actually am on the pill, by the way,” Seulgi says as you give her her cup of coffee. “That whole breeding thing… it was just part of the show. Seungyeon thought it would be hot as fuck, and she was right.”

“I know,” you reply as you take a seat at the kitchen table next to her, cradling your own cup. “I kind of lost control there for a second. I’m sorry if I was a little rough with you.”

Seulgi shakes her head, soft smile on her lips. She was radiant in the early morning light, the sun coming in through the window to clothe her in warm yellow rays, as if mirroring the brightness of her smile.

“I loved it,” she says, taking a sip of her coffee. “Reminded me of the good old days. You know I like it when you lose control. And now I see why Seungyeon loves you - she’s finally found someone that can keep up with her appetite.”

You smile as you take a sip of your own. You’d had some time, after the two women had finally tired themselves out and just before going to sleep with them on either side of you, to think about the newfound situation you’d found yourself in.

“Seulgi, I just want to make sure… that you’re comfortable with all this. I know this was you and Seungyeon’s idea, but if you’re not okay with it, we can stop-”

“Mmm-mmm,” Seulgi replies with a shake of her head. “Don’t worry about it. This is just for fun, I know that. We’re all adults here. If I weren’t comfortable with it, I’d tell you.”

“Okay. And if you ever want to stop, you’ll tell us?”

“If I ever want to stop having mind blowing sex all day and night with my two best friends? Fat chance.”

You share a smile - as carnally satisfying as the previous night and following morning were, you were thankful to have cleared the air between you.

“Good. I just wanted to make sure. Now if you’ll excuse me, I think I need to get back to bed - I didn’t get much sleep last night. I kept being woken up,” you say with a wink.

She smiles as you leave - warm, soft, as bright as all her smiles were - and it lingers on her lips even after you have climbed the stairs back to the bedroom to sleep away the previous night’s exhaustion.

You leave Seulgi alone with nothing but her thoughts. Her eyes wander, at the empty seats around the table, at the kitchen, and outside the window into the small backyard.

In her mind’s eye she sees images - dreamlike ghosts. Ghosts of a past that felt so far away, of a present that still felt so raw and painful, and of a future not yet realized.

She sees the past first - images of Seungyeon and her husband in the kitchen, preparing dinner, cutting vegetables and seasoning a simmering pot of something that smelled like home. Moving boxes, not yet unpacked, litter the kitchen - perhaps it was their first night in the new home they’d chosen to build their lives around.

She watches Seungyeon dip a spoon into the pot and present it to her husband to taste, and she watches a warm, loving smile appear on his lips - a smile that once meant so much to her and still did. She knew it always would. And there it was, given freely, lovingly - not to her, but to someone she loved like a sister.

It hurt her heart to see it.

The two look at each other with eyes full of nothing but the purest, most sincere love as they return to preparing dinner - just another normal night amongst the many thousands they would share together. But each night was important, each one a firm brick in the house they would build together throughout the course of their lives.

She sees glimpses of the future, too. She watches their daughter walk into the room, a little girl now, dressed in a cute pink dress with a backpack slung over her small shoulders. It must be her first day of school, judging by the way her parents crouch to adjust her clothes and snap pictures of her by the door - pictures that would be stuck to the refrigerator door, and then framed and put on the wall, and then placed in well-worn albums to be perused by loving, wistful hands for decades to come.

Their daughter grows - into a pretty girl, a sweet teenager, and then finally into a beautiful woman. The first day of school becomes the first day at college, and then the day of her marriage.

Seungyeon and her husband age as well, and in her imaginary ghostworld Seulgi sees them sitting next to her, hair grey but the love within them undimmed by time, the look in their eyes just as soft and loving as it was many decades earlier, when they were newlyweds making their first pot of soup in their new home. The bright morning light bathes them in gold and yellow just as it had for the many years of their loving marriage.

She watches as he reaches a hand over to hers, wedding bands glistening in the morning light, their fingers intertwining as they both sip their tea, content to just sit there in each others’ company, long since past the need to speak or converse; their eyes tell each other all they want to hear, saying and listening and hearing everything, all in a simple glance of loving eyes.

For a moment, Seulgi wonders if this life could have been hers.

A drop of something wet lands on her forearm, and she glances up at the ceiling, wondering if perhaps there was a leak in the plumbing from the floor above. But there is nothing there.

She reaches a hand to her cheek, and realizes that she has been crying.

The sound of someone descending the stairs shakes her from her reverie, and she hurriedly wipes the tears from her eyes and cheeks before slipping her phone out from the pocket of the pair of pajamas she’d borrowed from Seungyeon, unlocking it and idly scrolling through it, doing her best to hide the lump of emotion building in her chest.

“There’s Auntie Seulgi!” Seungyeon says with all the joy and warmth that can only be found in a mother speaking to her child. In her arms is a bundle of pure joy wrapped in soft cotton. Her daughter, possessing both her mother’s beauty and her father’s mischievousness, smiles brightly at the sight of her auntie. It giggles, and for a moment the air is filled with the most wondrous music known to humanity.

“Do you wanna sit with Auntie Seulgi while Mommy makes breakfast? Yes? Yes you do!” Seungyeon coos, wiggling her face towards her daughter’s until their noses touch. Her daughter giggles and laughs in the way babies do, hands flailing about in a wordless expression of joy.

Seulgi watches it - watches the sheer joy in Seungyeon’s face, the unbridled happiness in her best friend’s spirit - and her lip quivers with emotion.

Was it envy? Jealousy? The thought that, were it not for a twist of fate or a quirk of destiny, she would be the one handing her baby daughter to Seungyeon, and not the other way around?

But those thoughts - ugly, dark thoughts - didn’t last long. They disappear the moment she carries the baby in her arms.

Seungyeon gives her best friend a soft smile before turning to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, but Seulgi barely notices. The only thing that matters - the only thing that exists - in the entire world is the small bundle of soft cotton and the perfect life it held swaddled within.

The baby smiles and coos at her, fingers and toes wriggling. Seulgi reaches up with a hand, and the baby grasps her index finger tightly, laughing at her, as if to say the finger now belonged to her and her only.

The tears start again, but this time Seulgi knows exactly where they came from. Not from envy or jealousy at a life that might have been hers…

No, these were tears of love.

All the what-ifs and should haves flee her mind, their swift exit extinguishing the last embers of envy and jealousy that remained inside her. Her ghostworld fades into the mists from whence it came, never to be conjured up again, not even in her darkest moments.

The thought that her life could have somehow been different becomes irrelevant, inconsequential. In that moment only one thought, one sole goal, existed within her.

She was going to be the best goddamn auntie the child in her arms could possibly have.

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Author’s Note:

“Everyone you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about. Be kind. Always.”

-Robin Williams

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also these two are adorable and I ship them okay

#seulgi #red velvet #smut

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donutloverxo · 4 years

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Soooo there are many fics where reader makes steve jealous and it ends in rogh possesive fcking.. but what if steve tries to make reader jealous and it totally backfires and she becomes extremely insecure?? But please with a fluffy ending because my poor heart can’t handle anything less 🥺🥺

Hey. Thanks for the request and I hope this fits. *gif is not mine* Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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"Um... yes?" You asked as you brought down the hand which was holding out a twenty dollar bill - since you thought it was the pizza you've been waiting for, for like the past half an hour, and not a blond, six feet and some inches,tall super soldier.

"Hi... doll," he smiled.

"My name's Y/N," you corrected him as you frowned, so fed up of men undermining you by calling you such 'sweet' nicknames. You knew Captain Rogers wasn't like that, but still you couldn't have him getting any ideas.

"Right," he cleared his throat as he repeated your name. "Sorry," he said with a toothy grin, which almost made your heart melt.

"How did you get my address, Captain?"

"Tony gave it to me. I would've asked you at work... but I wanted to do this the right way."

"Do what?" you quirked a brow.

"Um, I maybe people aren't as formal nowadays," he sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck, "But I can't really change who I am... not so late in life anyway," he cringed as he realised he was pretty rambling then, taking a deep breath he gathered enough courage, "I wanted to ask you to come with me, as my date, to the valentines party this Sunday."

You hummed at that, considering it because damn if Rogers wasn't convincing. Even when he wasn't as authoritative and dominating as he is when he puts on the suit.

It would be nice to be courted and treated nicely, and to not have to put up with the shit most men try to pull with you, you were sure Rogers would show you the time of your life. Besides, only an idiot would say no to him.

"No." You said with a finality that left no room for debate. "Is that all?"

"Uh... I... yes..." he stammered, not exactly prepared to be turned down so bluntly. "Can I ask why?"

"I don't shit where I eat."

"What?" his eyebrows cutely scrunching up.

You just knew you must've touched a nerve with your crass language. Tony, your boss, had told you about Cap and his 'language' incident.

"I don't date people at work... it can get complicated," you explained as he nodded.

It wasn't a complete lie. You didn't want to be known as the 'easy' girl or have others gossip about you. But that would be a sacrifice you'd willing make for someone like Steve. Who'd dare make fun of the Captains girl anyway?

You had been smitten with him from the moment you saw him, learning about his bravery and sacrifice as a kid you looked upto him and respected him, but when you met him in real life... you were a complete goner. Your stomach did somersaults every time he touched you, or hell even looked your way.

You tried your best to flirt, which was basically you stuttering and trying to make small talk whenever you had a chance to talk to him. Since he was born almost a century ago he would probably be offended if you were the one to make the first move.

You continued your back and forth for weeks before he told you about her. That he'll be visiting her over the weekend. You simply nodded, having a vague idea of who Peggy Carter was but not of what she went to Steve.

After some research you found out that she was an old flame of his, someone he couldn't marry and build a life with because he was frozen for decades. Upon seeing her many qualifications, and just how freaking brilliant she was, you knew one thing.

You may not be as smart as her, but you knew that you could never measure upto a woman that incredible. Someone Steve still visits after all these years. You were already afraid that he was out of your league but now you were sure of it.

"Did I do something wrong?" he wanted to know.

"What do you mean?"

"Well," he shoved his hands in his pockets, his bottom lip jutting out in a pout, "It's just that you used to talk to me all the time... and now it seems as if you're ignoring me. Is it because of something I did? Whatever it is I never meant to hurt you," he swore.

You sighed. "It's nothing you did, really. I just realized how incompatible we are. I hope you find the one you're looking for, someone who'll make you happy and give you the world. It just won't be me."

You didn't let him say anything closing your door instantly as you kept your tears at bay.

At the valentines party

"Cap," Tony said, slapping a hand on Steve's shoulder, "I thought you'd have her on your arm tonight. What happened?"

Referring to his assistant. He wanted to play cupid this once, since it was the season of love, he wanted to see his idiot friends happy. He was sure you both would be disgustingly smooching and all cute at the party. But not only had you both shown up separately, you seemed to be actively ignoring Steve.

"She uh... rejected me," he said, looking down into his glass of whiskey. It didn't do much for him but it helped him blend in.

"Ouch," Tony winced, "I was sure she would go for you. But I guess I have been wrong before," he shrugged.

"Really?"

"Yeah. She goes all heart eyes whenever you're around. But I guess that's nothing unique since that's just how most women act around you," he scoffed. "You should read all the love letters you got today. I was going through them, you have quite a passionate fanbase of people who want to... what was it..." he pretended to think hard about it. "Yes, 'ride your bicep', I don't understand the physics of how on earth that would work, but I am intrigued."

"Tony," Steve rolled his eyes as he always does when he's around the billionaire. "I don't really care about all of them... they don't know me. I only care about her and I don't know why she said no, but there's nothing I can do about it."

"Whoa, you're accepting defeat so soon? Where's that I-can-do-this-all-day attitude?"

"This isn't a war, Tony. If she doesn't see me that way... then there isn't much I could do."

"Maybe she's just playing hard to get. There's absolutely no way to really know what goes on in womens heads, Rogers. They're so smart and sneaky... it's kinda scary actually."

"I don't think she'd play games..."

Tony had gotten distracted pretty quickly and left Steve alone to pout and only appreciate your beauty from afar. You had worn a pink dress with red hearts on it, and for some reason, you got more beautiful every time he looked at you.

"Hello."

He jerked when he heard the foreign voice, looking at the blonde woman next to him, with her hand out, he shook it just to be polite.

"I'm Crystal," she smiled, flashing her sparkly white teeth.

"I'm Steve."

"Of course I know who you are!" she laughed, "You're Captain America, everyone knows you," she playfully hot his bicep before squeezing it, "Oh my... you must work out a lot."

"Uh... yeah..." he nodded. He could never get used to how people perceived him so differently.

"There is something I need to know really bad," Crystal blinked as she looked up at him, "Do you wear underwear in those suits? They seem really tight, wouldn't it be uncomfortable?"

"Oh, um... we just sort of..."

You had never looked at yourself as a jealous person. Maybe things were different when it came to Steve... he was a pretty special guy.

When you looked at him, talking to some girl, dancing with her, laughing and having fun with her, it was as if you were on fire from simmering rage, at the same time you could feel your heart breaking in a million pieces.

You knew it was wrong. You had no claim to him, he can do whatever he wants. If you said no to him then it makes perfect sense that he seeked out someone else.

You just had to get away for some fresh air, so you wouldn't abandon all class and pull the girls hair and drag her away from your Steve.

You yelped when you heard him call out your name.

Looking over your shoulder you saw him staring at you, his brows scrunched up, he looked so worried. But why?

"What're you doing here? You'll catch a cold, doll," he takes off his blazer, putting it over your shoulders and then groaning when he realised his slip up.

"Right, sorry, old habits die hard. I won't call you that again, I promise," he said, crossing his finger over his heart.

"No... I think it's kinda sweet. No ones ever had such an endearing petname for me. I do like it."

"Oh," he frowned, "it's just that you said you didn't."

Tony, of all the people in the whole universe, was right. There was no understanding women.

"I guess I lied..."

"Why?"

"Um..." You were at a loss of words and nervous. Steve wouldn't tolerate lies, and you didn't want him to hate you. "It was easier to do that then tell you the truth."

"What's the truth?"

"I do like you... a lot. But I don't want to live in someone else's shadow. And I just think the whole thing would end in a disaster..."

"What're you talking about, Y/N?"

"Peggy. Your first and only love. I can't measure upto her, not in my wildest dreams, there's no use trying."

"Why would you have to measure upto Peggy?"

You opened your mouth to answer, but couldn't really come up with an answer. "Why wouldn't I?"

"I did have feelings for her, but that was a long time ago. I'm happy she lived her life, it just wasn't meant to be."

"So, you're not still in love with her?"

"No," he shook his head, "I wouldn't have asked you out if I was."

"Well, what about Crystal? You were practically glued to her the entire evening!" you huffed as you stomped your foot. Mad at your own stupidity. You could've simply told him the truth and asked for a straight answer. "I have to warn you, she had was pretty crazy in the last season."

"Last season?"

"Mm-hm, the last season of her reality show, I've seen all eight seasons. Maybe they just amp up the drama, maybe she isn't actually crazy, I wouldn't know," you shrugged.

"Doll," he smirked, circling a hand around your waist and pulling you into him, "are you jealous?"

"I am not!" you gasped, looking away from his eyes as you felt your cheeks heat up.

"I don't want anyone but you. Why would I? You're goddamn perfect. And... I want you to be my girl."

"I guess I don't really have a reason to say no now..." you murmured, your face still flustered as you played with the buttons on his shirt before he tilted your chin up to make you look at him, placing his lips over yours in the most tender of kisses.

"Got the job done, Tones... I'm pretty sure I saw him go after her, I have to say though, you look at Captain America, and you really don't expect him to be that awkward..." Crystal said as she sipped on her gin and tonic. "You owe me."

Tony only hummed, not too happy about being indebted to someone, but you both needed a necessary push in the right direction.

#berry answers #steve rogers x reader #chris evans x reader #captain america x reader #steve x reader #steve rogers x you #marvel x reader #avengers x reader #chris evans x y/n #chris evans x you

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mr-and-mr-diaz · 3 years

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I just. I just thought about Eddie holding baby Jee-Yun? And singing to her while she clutches at his finger with her tiny meaty baby hand??

Maybe Buck freaked out a little because she was being fussy and wouldn't settle, and its probably nothing but hey, who better to call than Eddie, who conveniently has the day off and cuts off Buck's panicked rambling with a soothing;

"Its okay, Buck. Give me ten minutes, okay? You're doing great. She's probably just restless."

Eddie gets there and sends Buck off to cook dinner or shower or take a nap, scooping Jee-Yun out of her travel crib and making sure she's changed, warm, fed and content. And its been so long since Christopher was this tiny, but holding Jee-Yun makes him think back to that tiny, wriggly little bundle in his arms for the first time, back before it all went to shit.

Eddie pacing slowly around the lower loft, singing quietly, tickling her little chin, grinning when she giggles and gurgles at him. And he can see so much of Maddie and Chimney in her already. She's got Maddie's eyes and Chimney's lopsided grin.

(And for a little crack, maybe Buck catches this scene and is so overwhelmed he just blurts out; "put a baby in me!" And Eddie is like; "... What?" 👁👄👁 Which cues a hilariously awkward but heartfelt confession of feelings on both sides.)

Hey hey! So I like I told you I started this a while ago and then got SEVERE AND DEBILITATING writers block, and it sat waiting for new life. And then 5x03 happened, so Hello, new life! I hope you love it!

With You, My Life, I Will Get Married

Warning: mild spoilers for 9-1-1 season 5 episode 3.

Chimney was out searching for Maddie.

After shifts, on weekends, whenever he had a second, he was either spending time with Jee or out searching for her mom.

In times when he was on the search everyone at the 118 was making time to watch Jee Yun. Mrs. Lee was doing what she could, but couldn't always be available, and when that happened, Jee would spend some time at Bobby and Athena's or by Hen and Karen. And when they had too much going on, or when either of the uncles felt like they weren't getting enough time with their beautiful niece, she would spend time at her Uncle Buck's or Uncle Albert's.

Uncle Buck got lucky this time.

Eight hours in and everything had gone wrong. Buck shoulders were damp with spit-up, baby drool, and snot and all Jee seemed capable of doing was crying, crying, crying.

"I'm so sorry! I don't know what I did wrong, and, and now--just, Jee, please, it's okay, I'm here--!"

She continued to yell and Buck got more and more panicked. "Your Uncle Albert's gonna be here in like 5 minutes, Jee, okay? And then, maybe, maybe he's better with you? And will make you happy, and then--Oh God, what have I done wrong--"

A knocking at the door sent him back on his feet, swaying toward the loft entrance. It opened before he could get there, however, and he stopped where he was, a furious Jee Yun screaming in his ears as Eddie Diaz, not Albert Han, walked in.

"You look like you're having fun." Eddie's eyebrow was raised and his mouth quirked in a teasing smile.

"Eddie...?" Buck's momentary shock was interrupted as Jee let out another wail. "Um, sorry, this isn't the best time at the moment, but Albert--"

"--has a date tonight and sent me as his relief." Eddie reached out and plucked Jee Yun from Buck's arms. "And you have a date with your shower and a few hours' sleep."

"I--no, it's okay, I know you just got off shift--"

"Buck." Eddie shifted Jee to one arm, and the other rested on Buck's chest, over his pattering heartbeat. He met Buck's eyes, his own calm despite the bundle of adorable chaos still screaming bloody murder into his shoulder. "Go shower."

"...Yeah, okay."

***

She truly was one of the cutest babies, even when she was liable to wake up the neighborhood with her noise, Eddie thought with a smile as he re-seated her over one shoulder and began to firmly but gently tap her back.

"Your Tio Eddie is going to assume this is a gas issue, okay, chiquita? Christopher used to have this all the time, and he would scream and cry." Eddie huffed ruefully. "I was useless at it then, but Shannon showed me what to do." He kept tapping at her back. "Good set of lungs means a healthy baby, good job, Jee. Now, let's see if we can't get this gas out of you so you can calm down and you and your Tio Buck can get some sleep, okay?"

Eddie started circling the room, the sun beginning to set as he heard he shower turn on.

"There you go, see? Your Buck is going to get all showered since you drooled all over him, and then you both can get some sleep, how's that sound?"

He was answered with a burp far louder than Jee's small body should be capable of making. Then a sweet gurgling sound as she nestled her chin into his shoulder.

"There, feel better, mi princesa?" Eddie whispered against her soft, downy hair. "When I was small and got upset, and my parents got annoyed with my sulking, they'd send me to Abuela. And she would sit me down on her lap, just like this," he sat down on Buck's couch, and settled Jee Yun against his broad chest, rubbing her small back with a large warm hand. "And she would hug me until I forgot what I was so upset about. All I could think about was the smell of her perfume and how much I wanted to be like her one day.

"Then Pepa would come out and yell at both of us that it's about damn time we came into the house, dinner doesn't make itself." Eddie laughed at the memory. Jee made a small discontented noise and Eddie stood up again, walking toward the kitchen, where he saw the half-formed works of bottle making on the counter. "Shhh, princesa, Tio Eddie's gonna make you a bottle." With Jee over his shoulder, sounding more and more on the edge of hunger-panic, Eddie quickly assembled a bottle then leaned back against the kitchen island and cradled Jee Yun in his arms, pressing the nipple to her mouth, which she accepted gratefully.

"Better, yeah? Where was I...? Oh." Eddie smiled. "Once we were inside, Pepa, Abuela and I would make arroz con leche. Abuella would wash the rice, Pepa would be tutting the whole time about too much sugar, but she would always wink at me and add just a bit more before the cinnamon." Eddie couldn't help the smile that stole over his face as he remembered Abuela's warm kitchen in her El Paso ranch house before she and Pepa relocated to LA. In winter, the windows would fog over from the heat of whatever was on the stove. When she left, a lot of Eddie's heart left with her.

"They used to sing me the song too, you know?" Jee gurgled around her dinner and Eddie smiled again. "Well, I wasn't planning to sing it, but you drive a hard bargain." Eddie's poked Jee's soft cheek with a finger and began to sing.

Arroz con leche se quiere casar con una viudita de la capital, que sepa tejer, que sepa bordar, que ponga la aguja en su campanal.

(English translation: Rice with milk (rice pudding) Wishes to get married With a little widow from the capital. Who knows how to weave (or knit), Who knows how to embroider, Who puts the church steeple in the bell tower.)

***

Eddie was no American Idol contestant, but his voice was soothing and good. Strong. Listening to him sing from his seat on the stairs, Buck almost felt like he was where Jee currently snuggled, right against Eddie's chest, as his bass voice sung the gentle Spanish lyrics, harmonized by the occasional happy noise from Jee Yun.

Yo soy la viudita la hija del rey. Me quiero casar y no sé con quien. Contigo sí, contigo no, Contigo mi vida me casaré yo.

(English translation: I am the widow The daughter of the king, I want to get married and I don’t know with whom. With you, yes. With you, no. With you, my life, I will get married.)

Buck's head knocked lightly against the banister, body relaxing. He wasn't wearing a shirt, just the softest sweatpants he owned with a towel draped over his shoulders to catch water from the mess of wet curls on his head.

Eddie's so hard on himself all the time. I don't get it. He's such a good dad.

Dazedly, Buck's eyes fixed on Eddie's mouth as he repeated the verses again. Then Eddie sighed.

"Afterward Pepa would ask me who I want to marry and Abuela would laugh at me, and I'd always complain--" Jee gurgled again. "Like that, yes. But honestly, it was nice... Even though between you and me, Pepa can't sing very well at all." Eddie's lips quirked again in a smile. "Kind of like your Uncle Buck."

Buck startled at his name and looked up at Eddie's eyes. They twinkled back at him in the dying last light of the day, Eddie's golden skin lit by the last rays of the sun. Buck felt his face heat with a blush, knew there was nothing to do about it.

"Sorry, I should've--"

"Feel better after your shower?"

Buck sighed and smiled. "Yeah. World's better." He stood, stretching out his long legs as he descended the stairs. It was full dark now, but Buck didn't feel like turning on a light. "I can take her now."

"Nope." Eddie met him midway, hand on Buck's shoulder turning him around. "You're both getting some sleep now." One hand on Buck's shoulder, the other holding a drowsy Jee Yun, Eddie guided him back up the stairs, and pressed Buck down until he was sitting on his bed.

"Eddie, are you sure--"

"Shhh." Eddie deposited Jee into Buck's arms, then sat down behind him. "You can hold her for now." Eddie's hands skimmed up Buck's warm back then pulled the towel off Buck's shoulders, laying it on top of Buck's head, where a corner flopped over his eyes.

"Eddie?"

"Hold still, Buck."

Eddie's strong hands curled into the towel and Buck's hair, rubbing vigorously to get it dry. "Seriously, anyone who has ever seen your hair at work would marvel at how different it looks before you comb and gel all the life out of it." He rubbed vigorously, and Buck felt himself relaxing back against Eddie's chest. Tomorrow, he might look back at this and feel embarrassed. He might have to apologize. Tomorrow, he would go back to hiding how much he felt for the man who was drying his hair, still absent-mindedly humming the Arroz con leche tune under his breath. But for now, Eddie was too near and too warm and too... Eddie. And Buck found that he couldn't deny himself Eddie right now.

Buck cleared his throat and made himself focus on their conversation. "I used to wear my hair naturally, but people said it looked floppy. Made me look like a puppy."

"People are stupid sometimes, Buck. You know this." Eddie's thumb traced the shell of Buck's ear. "And if you think slicking back your hair makes you look less like a puppy, you really shouldn't be bothering." He snickered as Buck tried to shoulder his chest and Jee made a noise of complaint.

"So I just look like a puppy all the time, huh?"

The towel dropped. Eddie's arms came around, holding onto Buck and Jee Yun both. "I think you're a beautiful man, Buck."

The air in Buck's chest hiccupped out of his mouth. His heart picked up speed as the places where Eddie's hands rested on his stomach seemed to heat from within. "Y... Eddie?"

"Shhh. Sleep now. Jee's asleep, but who knows for how long." Eddie's voice was gruff, embarrassed. "I'll just--"

"Stay?" It came out too high, too soft. Buck cleared his throat and tried again. "I mean, if it isn't any trouble, and--"

"I can stay." Eddie's arms tightened around Buck again and he pulled him backwards until Buck could lay out flat on his back, before pressing Buck's head down on his pillow. Then Eddie pulled Jee from Buck's arms and sat back against the headrest, legs folded together, Buck's niece cuddled again against his chest. "Sleep now."

"Okay." There was so much Buck wanted to know. To say. It all got stopped in his throat as fear tamped it all down to squirm in his chest.

"Eddie?" The word found its way out.

"Hm?"

"...Nothing."

A sigh. Then, "Come here."

Buck didn't hesitate, moving his head off the pillow and onto Eddie's lap. Eddie's spare hand found its way back into his curls and tugged lightly before stroking through them, gently, so gently.

"Sleep now."

"Okay. But," Buck's jaw cracked around a large yawn. "Before... you have to know..."

"Hm?"

"You are... so beautiful... Eddie Diaz."

Buck felt Eddie's hand tighten in his hair again, before releasing, fingers wandering down to trace his eyebrows, his nose, his lips.

"Sleep, querido."

As Buck's eyes slipped closed, and awareness almost dropped away, he swore he could feel lips press lightly right above his eye, on his birth mark.

"Contigo mi vida me casaré yo."

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taestefully-in-luv · 3 years

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Always You | JJK (Two)

Summary: you and Jungkook have been best friends since freshmen year of college, there’s a lot of unsaid feelings and tension but neither make a move. what happens when his friend Taehyung (also your crush) needs a fake girlfriend?

Pairing: Jungkook x Female reader, slight Taehyung x Reader

Genre: friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, roommate au, college au, SMUT (starting ch2), fluff, angst (in later chapters) slight crack, lots of drama

Word Count: 9.3k

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol consumption, oc is a bad friend:(, sexual tension (?), body image issues, oc is feeling a lil insecure, mentions of sex, sounds of sex, crying, male masturbation, fantasy includes: spanking and vaginal intercourse.

Notes: thanks for the love for the first part…heres part 2! I hope everyone enjoys:) get ready for drama to come hahaha. If you wanted to be added to the taglist just send me an ask or whatevs, and feel free to send one if you want to discuss the story!

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Gentleman: “A civilized, educated, sensitive, or well-mannered man.” Is how the dictionary defines the word but if you were to look up the term in your own dictionary it would just be a picture of Taehyung’s handsome as hell face.

Opening the car door, pulling your chair out, holding your hand, softly gripping your waist, making you feel like the only one in the room—Taehyung is doing everything right. Your mind should be overwhelmed with the thought of Taehyung. He should be filling your every sense, he should be the only thing you can understand. He should be. But every time his perfect lips land on the skin of your cheek, your mind somehow finds Jungkook. That son of a bitch.

There’s a string of warm lights dangling on the restaurants brick walls, and it’s almost picture perfect but one of the bulbs is out and it’s making the scene less ideal. Your eyes keep going back to the one bulb that refuses to shine. You just want everything to be perfect.

“I know I already told you…” Taehyung is sitting across from you, his gentle smile making your heart flutter, “But you look so pretty tonight.”

You know you should be gazing into his chocolate eyes but you can’t keep your eyes from shifting towards that stupid ass bulb. All the other bulbs are lit up just fucking fine but this bulb wants to be difficult. It just hasto go against everyone else. Your eyes narrow at the string of lights and you scoff. This stupid bulb reminds you of someone.

Taehyung brought you to a decently fancy restaurant, the food is alright but he says the main attraction is the monster baked cookie with ice cream melting over the top. He is excited like a child at the mention of his favorite dessert, you can’t help but smile fondly towards him.

“So…” Taehyung slides the dessert closer to you, “I never asked but how did Jungkook take the whole not really talking in public thing?”

Your eyes shoot up to the stupid bulb and you blink at it a few times. “I…” Your gaze drifts back to him. “I didn’t tell him.”

Taehyung drops his napkin at the news, his eyes slightly widening as he processes your words.

“We just aren’t talking right now.”

You wince as the words leave your mouth, but it’s true. You are a coward who is just ignoring her best friend because you don’t have the balls to face him. You don’t have the balls to forgive him and you definitely don’t have the balls to inform him that he’s out of the picture for a month. Because you don’t have the balls to admit to yourself you chose a boy over your friend. Basically you’re just a bitch with no balls!

“Yeah, he isn’t really talking to me either.” Taehyung chuckles bitterly, “He’s really against this…I mean, I knew he was protective over you but—”

“Protective my ass.” You lean back in your chair, “He’s just being stupid.”

Taehyung looks at you and frowns. It makes you want to kiss his pouting lips.

“But thank you.”

Taehyung’s quizzical expression makes you snort,

“For the compliment. Thank you. You look really handsome as well.” You smile, your hand sliding across the table to hold his. You gently squeeze and pull back, letting go. Taehyung smiles at you but something strange settles in his eyes. He’s struck with an awkward expression as he forces another smile, his lips pulled together tightly.

“Thanks y/n” He opens his mouth then closes then opens, “For doing this. Seriously, thank you.”

“Well, you’re kind of supplying me with free coffee.” You laugh into your hand.

“Regardless,” Taehyung leans back in his chair, “You’re a good friend.”

Right. Friend... But you feel optimistic you will flee this place! The god forsaken friend zone! You smile at Taehyung, grabbing your fork and cutting into the cookie with it. You stare into Taehyung’s dark eyes as you bring the fork to your lips—okay yes, you are most definitely trying to make this sexy—you open your mouth wide and wrap you lips around the piece of cookie, you never break contact with Taehyung. You chew slowly and roll your eyes to the back of your head, like the dramatic ass bitch you are. You open an eye to see his reaction, you see him gulp and a small smile begins forming on his lips.

“mmm” you moan again.

“RIGHT?!”

~~~

“We got some pretty insta worthy photos!” Taehyung chuckles into your hair as he pulls back from the hug. “I would say tonight was a success!”

Right. A success. Because this is all for show. To get this Anna girl off his back. Not because he likes you or anything. You can’t help but feel disappointed in his words.

“That’s good Tae.” Your hands linger on his back, not wanting to let go completely. “I’ll see you tomorrow right?”

“And the next day and the next day,” he teases, “And don’t forget this weekend is the pool party at my friend Jin’s house.” Then Taehyung nibbles on his lips, “Jungkook is going…so you should probably talk to him.”

You probably should of figured Jungkook is going to go…but that doesn’t stop you from feeling shocked. You should tell him he needs to lay low in public for a month but you guys aren’t talking already so do you really have to have that discussion with him?

“We’ll see.”

Taehyung steps forward and grabs your hand, “y/n…I know I said no Jungkook but I really just meant that you two aren’t all over each other in public…you don’t have to ignore him at home too…I’m sure he isn’t feeling great about it. And honestly, it makes me feel guilty too.” He admits softly, his hand feels sweaty in yours.

“He’s an asshole.” You let go of his hand, you feel your chest tighten and you hate yourself.

“Why?”

“It doesn’t matter. I should get inside now.”

“Okay…” Taehyung leans in for another quick hug and places a kiss on your forehead. You wish you could enjoy it but on the other side of this forehead are thoughts of Jungkook. Once again, that son of a bitch.

~~~

The next few days pass quickly, you and Taehyung have gone on two more dates.

The second date felt like a movie—it was classic and dreamy. Taehyung picked you up and drove you over to the next town that was having a carnival. You walked around holding hands, eating cotton candy and laughing at his jokes. The night ended with the ferris wheel, where you two got some insta worthy pictures—one shot including his lips on yours.

It felt so surreal. He posted it on Instagram that night with the caption ‘Her’ with purple hearts and within a couple hours there were at least 50 comments congratulating the two of you.

Third date you two went to a drive in theater. You fed each other popcorn, talked over the radio’s audio and took snaps to prove your date to the world.

This week has been nothing short of amazing. Taehyung is absolutely perfect. You feel like the only girl in the world with him. Like you don’t have to compete with anyone. Unfortunately, the week may have felt amazing on the outside, on the inside it’s been…weird.

The weird part of this week is the lack of Jungkook. Your usual cereal at noon on Tuesdays didn’t happen, your usual weekly episode of My Hero didn’t happen, your usual chit chat and banter didn’t occur. Just silence and awkward passes.

It’s all your doing though…Jungkook has tried. He still sat at the breakfast table munching on Apple Jacks while you passed him by, walking out your front door to meet Taehyung. He saved this week’s episode to your list so you could watch it. He has sent you multiple texts saying he’s sorry and he misses you but you ignored them. You have purposely started putting a distance between the two of you and it makes you uncomfortable.

You remind yourself that, besides doing this because Taehyung requested it, it is also for the best.

~~~

You sit at the edge of your bed staring at the bouquet of flowers Taehyung had sent you this morning. You eye the flowers, taking in their gorgeous appearance. They’re open and full and colorful. But why do you look at them and feel disappointed?

They seem to be begging for water, so you stand to your feet and grab the bouquet. You head for the kitchen to find your mothers crystal vase so you can place the beautiful flowers in it.

Jungkook is sitting at the breakfast table, slurping on some noodles and playing on his phone. You completely ignore him as you walk into the kitchen.

You stand on your tip toes to try to reach the vase in the cupboard but it’s too high for you. God damn it, you think. There’s no way in hell you’re asking Jungkook for help, no way in hell!

*about 10 pathetic seconds later*

“Jungkook, will you help me?”

You don’t even turn around to face him, you just raise your voice so hears you. Yeah, you’re a coward. You hear the screech of the chair against the tiled floor and you shiver. Jungkook doesn’t say anything as he walks up behind you, his chest coming flush against your back and you swear if he tried to pay attention he could probably feel your heartbeat through the contact. You stay frozen as he reaches his arms above you and grabs the vase. He must of just done laundry because his detergent fills your nostrils, its clean and refreshing. He sets the vase down on the counter and he continues to stand closely behind you, his scent now overwhelming your senses.

“These flowers are pretty.” He leans down to say in your ear. His hand coming down to hold on to your waist. “But you only like tulips.”

You can’t help but roll your eyes, “These are fine too.”

“Yeah, they are.” He admits. “But they’re not what you want.” He squeezes your waist, then he’s backing away from your body and a chill is left behind as he gets further away. It’s like the further he walks away from you the colder you become. As if Jungkook is the source of your warmth.

~~~

It’s Saturday afternoon and you are finally done getting ready. Taehyung is taking you out to a pool party today, hosted by one of his close friends—Jim? No, Jin. You know you’ve heard Jungkook talk about him before but haven’t gotten the chance to meet him since he’s a bit older and already graduated.

You look in the mirror as you tug your oversized shirt over your shorts. Underneath is a plain black bikini but unfortunately today is not a good day—you’re bloated as hell and it shows. At least you think it does. You continue to rate yourself in the mirror when Jungkook walks past your room.

“Didn’t know you were so self obsessed.” He pops in to say.

You turn to face him and as soon as he sees your frustrated expression he knows you’re on the verge of waterworks.

“Woah woah, whats wrong?” Jungkook is quick to rush to your side. You’ve been ignoring him for a week yet he still rushes to you when you need him. You’re a god damn bitch.

“I feel fat but I have a pool party to attend to and—”

“You’re going to that too…?” Jungkook eyes the ground under his feet. He sounds disappointed.

You try to steady your breathing but you feel a breakdown coming and Jungkook can sense it too.

“You’re not fat.” He states plainly.

“You wouldn’t know with these clothes I’m wearing.” You try to reason.

“Then take them off and show me.” He’s obviously aware of the bathing suit underneath but still, his words do something strange to you.

“No, I’m ugly.” Is all you respond with.

“y/n I don’t have time for this, either show me or like, don’t go.”

“Fine!”

You begin unbuttoning your shorts, painfully slow. He watches as you fumble with the zipper as you slide it down. You drag the shorts down your legs one by one and then you reach for the hem of your shirt pulling it over your head. This leaves you half naked and feeling incredibly vulnerable.

Jungkook eyes you up and down quite shamelessly. His tongue darts out to lick his lip and he muffles a groan,

“You look fine.” He says so nonchalantly it makes you want to pull his hair out.

“Just fine?”

“You look good y/n” he says, his eyes sliding to the left. You don’t feel quite satisfied with his answer so you step towards him, getting so close he is forced to step back until his back is against the wall.

“How good?” you say, your voice dipping lower than usual, “So good you would—"

Bbbrrrr bbbrrrr bbrrrrr bbrrrr

Your phone.

“Hello? ….Hey Tae. No need, I’ll just meet you at your car. Okay, bye.” You click the phone off and throw it on your bed. You gather your clothes and put them back on as Jungkook stands there awkwardly. Once you have your things you turn to face Jungkook.

“Well Tae is here…” you motion towards the door. “Look, if you’re going to be at the party can you try to…respect my fake relationship? We wanna make it as real as poss—”

“I get it.” Jungkook snaps before walking out your bedroom. Fantastic.

~~~

“And this is y/n.” Taehyung pushes you forward by the shoulders as you stumble in front of all these new faces.

“Hi everyone.” You squeak out.

Everyone gives you a warm welcome, many handshakes and hugs later you feel well acquainted. You notice a familiar face. He’s laughing with Jin over some beers and you smile in their direction. Namjoon, a friend you met freshmen year. He notices you look in his direction and he waves you over. So you walk towards him and Jin, Namjoon handing you a drink as you get closer.

“Long time no see y/n!” his dimples light up the entire backyard. He glances between you and Taehyung, who is chatting with some others.

“You and our Taehyungie, huh?” He grins at you, “honestly, I thought you would end up with Jungkook.” You can’t help but blush at that. A real deep blush. Namjoon chuckles but his eyes hold pity.

“no no not Jungkook.” You laugh awkwardly.

“Well, Jungkook has always spoken really highly of you so I am sure Taehyung is a lucky guy.” Jin chimes in.

For some reason you feel sick at that. Jungkook speaks highly of you? Yet here you are ignoring him for another guy. You are avoiding your own best friend because of a boy. Fuck, you are the worst.

“thanks guys…well, I’m gonna go see Tae.”

You walk over to Taehyung, and when he spots you he absolutely lights up. His boxy grin taking over his entire face.

“There’s my girl,” he pulls you in for a hug and places a kiss to your head. You want to melt, you want to feel the lava of love drown you but instead you feel anxious as you notice Jungkook from across the yard. He’s got a beer to his lips and his eyes on you.

“Thanks for doing this y/n.” Taehyung also catches the pair of eyes watching the two of you. He meets Jungkook’s hard gaze and automatically Taehyung is filled with anxiety as well. Jungkook just shakes his head towards his friend and takes a generous sip of his drink.

“Everything okay?” you ask, squeezing his hand in yours.

“Everything is fine.” He says with a tight lip smile. “Just glad you’re here.” He says honestly.

A few hours pass, and the whole gang is crowded in the pool. Mostly everyone is drunk, but you are pretty sober. Not wanting a repeat of last weekend. Yikes, amirite ladies? Taehyung has his hands all over you, which you don’t really mind. The thought of him touching you was once something that might make you faint but you’ve grown comfortable. Your eyes scan the pool when you notice Jungkook is nowhere to be found. Did he go home already? Maybe he was feeling so down because you’ve been ignoring him…god, you hate yourself. You just need to talk to him. You’re a shitty friend, for sure.

“I’m gonna be right back,” you whisper to Taehyung. He only nods his head and continues chatting with his friends.

Jin’s house is beyond nice, and also huge. You are trying to find the bathroom but feel like you are opening every door but the one you’re looking for. There’s only one door left at the end of the main hall and you bet your entire ass it’s the bathroom. You reach for the door knob when you hear something muffled on the other side. Oh, it’s taken.

“Thanks for this.” It’s a woman’s voice.

“No problem.” Its Jungkook. You feel your stomach drop. What makes you feel worse is how detached Jungkook sounds. He sounds far away and broken. The doorknob begins to rattle and you try to make a run for it in time but are too late. The door is swinging open and one of Jin’s friends is walking out and in the background you see Jungkook zipping up his pants. His eyes meet yours and you want to run the fuck away.

“y/n?” Jungkook’s eyes expand twice their size as he spots you.

“I was…I was just looking for the bathroom.”

Jungkook’s face hardens, “Well, you found it.” He makes his way to pass you but you grab on to his arm to stop him.

“Wait,” you breathe in and out, trying to give yourself time to think of what you want to say.

“What is it?” his voice is somehow softer than he probably intended.

“I want to talk to you…explain to you why I’ve been ignoring you.”

“Yeah, you’re still pissed at me, I fucking get it.” He spits out bitterly.

“It’s…it’s more than that.”

“More than that? Did I do something more? What did I do? y/n just tell me…” He rocks back and forth on his heels, his eyes glued to the ground.

“You’re going to be so mad at me, maybe even hate me—”

“You know I could never hate you.” He whispers, sounding so sincere it crushes you.

You glance around your surroundings, making sure no one is around and drag him back into the bathroom for some privacy. You shut the door behind you, trying so hard to ignore the smell of sex.

“Tae thought—” you begin but Jungkook is already rolling his eyes to the back of his head.

“Of course Tae thought.” His tone almost scares you. “Let me guess? Taehyung doesn’t want me around while you guys are fake dating. That’s not fucking weird to you?” He grits between his teeth. He balls up his fists at his side, you see his knuckles turn white and it makes you feel uneasy.

“He made some good points…”

“Oh really?” Jungkook laughs bitterly, “Like what?”

You looked into Jungkook’s doe eyes and feel a sense of guilt, like you somehow made the wrong choice.

“He thinks we’re too close. And he’s right. It would be weird if I’m super closer to another guy while dating him.” you reason, but your face falls when you see Jungkook’s scrunched up expression.

“You think we’re too close?” he whispers.

Well, yes. But also, no. Of course not, but also yes. How do you tell Jungkook all of that?

“People always think we’re dating or fucking or—”

“Oh? And all the sudden we care what people think?” his voice wavers from the rollercoaster of emotions he is feeling.

“Jungkook wait, I’m wording this all wrong. It’s just for a month okay?”

“You wanna date him that badly? That you would throw me away?” he grits out.

“Hey! That’s not fucking fair.”

“So what? Say your little fantasy comes true and he decides he wants to date you for real? Am I still out of the picture?”

“No no, of course not…” you shake your head and reach for his hands but he pulls away.

“So then what’s the difference now?”

Jungkook has a good point but you’re at a loss for words. Too choked up to speak.

“And you know what y/n? Fuck you for choosing him over me in the first place.” And with that Jungkook breezes past you, swings open the bathroom door and is out of your view.

Jungkook has never spoken to you like that before, you stand there with your mouth hung open and tears forming in your eyes.

He’s right. You fucked up. You did a fucked up thing. You chose a boy who may not even actually like you over the one guy who has always had your back.

“y/n?” you snap your head in the direction of the door to see Taehyung standing there. A look of disappointment decorating his face.

“I was told you and Jungkook were in the bathroom…” he spits out.

“I had to talk to him, that’s all.”

“Yeah, but how does this look for me?” Taehyung speaks sternly. You did NOT need this right now.

“Tae—”

“You couldn’t even last more than a week y/n.” he scoffs.

“Listen could we just talk about this later?” you ask with pleading eyes.

“I’ll call an uber.” He motions towards the hallway, “we can talk tomorrow.”

You slump your shoulders and nod your head, tomorrow sounds like it’s for the best.

3 days have passed and neither Jungkook nor Taehyung have talked to you.

You hear Jungkook come in and out of the apartment but you’re too shy to make a move outside of your bedroom. He’s either coming from classes, the gym, Jimins, or some girls house and you’re dying to know which.

You have been hibernating in your room, taking comfort in your bed when you get a notification from Instagram.

@V tagged you in a post.

You scramble to unlock your phone so you can view the post. Once you are on the app you click on you notifs and click on the post.

It’s a picture of you eating cotton candy from when he took you to the fair on your date. With the caption:

“Missing my girl tonight”

And a bunch of heart emojis. Your own heart sinks. He misses you? You close the app and instead open your messages.

y/n 9:08pm

You miss me for the show or is there some truth behind that?

Taehyung 9:20pm

Maybe it’s both?

Taehyung 9:22pm

I am sorry for how I left things…I was just kinda embarrassed that my supposed girl was with another guy,,,in a bathroom.

y/n 9:24pm

trust me I know how it looks and im sorry…

y/n 9:26pm

If it makes you feel any better Jungkook isn’t talking to me either.

Taehyung 9:26pm

Of course that doesn’t make me feel better, he is your best friend…

y/n 9:28pm

tae, I hope we can continue this…I still want to help you…

Taehyung 9:34pm

Ill pick you up at 6 for a date tmrw: )

y/n 9:34pm

I cant wait: ) : )

You click your phone off and toss it on the other side of the bed, you squeal in excitement as the realization hits that Taehyung still wants to do this with you.

You hear Jungkook on the other side of the wall, yelling into what you assume is his headset. He’s gaming. You miss him so god damn much. He has no idea what his silence is doing to you. You try to focus your attention on tomorrows date with Taehyung but you can’t help the feeling in the pit of your stomach. Guilt. You were an awful friend and now thinking about it you are continuing to be an awful friend. If he even counts you as friends anymore.

“fuck you”

Those words ring loud and clear in your ears. You didn’t even know Jungkook was capable of speaking to you like that. It fucking hurts.

Jungkook is in his room pacing back and forth. He saw it. The insta post. And he feels like he’s losing you. Neither of you have made a move to speak to the other. He’s just too hurt and you continue to see Taehyung? You obviously don’t feel too bad about the whole ordeal. And 3 days is just too long. A week was too long, but somehow these 3 days are worse.

Jungkook grabs his phone and opens up tinder. He messages one of the girls that’s been teasing him lately. He figures now is the time to make more of a move.

Jungkook 10:00pm

Hey ;) what are you doing tonight?

Leslie 10:10pm

Gonna be thinking about you probably;)

Jungkook 10:12pm

Instead of thinking about me, come see me.

And that was it, that’s all it took. She was quick to agree and he is already sending her the address.

It’s after 11pm when you hear the front door open, you quietly get out of bed, curiosity getting the best of you. Was Jungkook leaving? But then you hear a girls voice and you immediately frown. Oh. She sounds pretty. Is that even a thing? Well, she does. And it has you feeling weird. You thought you were over this.

You hear the patter of their footsteps walking towards Jungkook’s room, the sound of his door opening and closing just like that.

You walk back to your bed feeling ashamed for spying, but now you know you won’t be getting any sleep tonight. Fanfuckingtastic.

“aaahhh…” the random girl whines out causing you to shift uncomfortably in your bed.

“More?” you can hear Jungkook’s muffled voice, he sounds strained. Probably because he’s fucking some girl a few feet away from you.

You reach over to your nightstand for your headphones when you hear Jungkook grunting as the beds headboard bangs against your wall, he groans and moans and you feel yourself getting hotter.

You try not to imagine Jungkook in these scenarios but he sounds…no, you won’t have those thoughts…you don’t want to remember. Your hand is still midair when you retreat it back to your bed.

“Fuck yeah baby.” You hear him gripe. And you squeeze your thighs together. No, this cannot be happening.

“Jungkook! Jungkook!” Fuck, she sounds so fucked out.

“Feels so good, feels so good” he pants over and over and you feel the back of your eyes burn.

“gonna come” he groans out and your chest is heaving now, your breathing becoming a chore. You can’t cry, not over this. He hates you and he’s buried in some other girl. And you want to fucking crying about it. You hear him moaning on the other side of the wall and then—

“Fuuuuuuccckk” his orgasm is fucking apparent. He’s obviously coming and you’re lying in your bed all fucking pathetic with tears staining your cheeks.

Jungkook lays in bed totally fucked out of his mind. This girl is sleeping next to him, trying to her best to cuddle but he resists. He wishes he had time to himself to think properly. He just fucked another girl and thought of you the entire time. He is 100% fucked up. Wait, wait. He needs to explain himself…it’s not like he thought of you like, sexually. It’s just you’re all that’s on his mind. Even during fucking sex. And he hates himself for it.

He decides to sneak out of bed to have a shower. He creaks open his door for any sign of life and when there is none he tip toes to the bathroom. Jungkook stands in the shower letting the warm water cascade over his skin, he just stands there lifeless.

Images of you cross his mind and he sinks to his knees, pulling them into his chest and he quietly curses under his breath. He misses you so much and things have gotten so messed up he just doesn’t even know how to fix it.

He scrubs himself clean, ridding the scent of the random girl he brought over. He sniffles under the raining water hating himself.

Jungkook dries himself off with your towel, and puts on his shorts. His chest left bare.

He exits the bathroom when he notices a light coming from the kitchen and sees you sitting at the table with a glass of water.

“oh.” Jungkook slips up.

“oh?” you wonder.

“I thought you were fast asleep.” He says, rubbing the back of his neck with a sheepish grin.

“Just woke up.” You lie through your teeth with a strained smile. “Couldn’t sleep…”

“I know the feeling…” he admits, walking closer to you.

Jungkook makes his way to the table before pulling out a chair and sitting down next to you.

“Listen—”

“Jungkook—”

You both begin talking at the same time. Jungkook ushers you to go first.

“I…I’m still fake dating Tae.”

“I know.”

“But…” your eyes gloss over, getting choked up trying to continue. “But I am so sorry.” A few tears spill from your eyes.

“I know y/n.” he reaches his hand to squeeze your knee. You feel so much better with him touching you. “I’m sorry too…I was really harsh. And it pains me every day that I haven’t talked to you.”

“Trust me, I get it. I wanted to like, kill myself not talking to you.” Your eyes slam shut as more tears threaten to fall.

Jungkook’s face morphs into a deep frown, “You know I don’t like when you say that…”

“Right…sorry.”

“Honestly y/n…I don’t know when I will be okay with this, but I’ll respect your wishes for the month.”

“Jungkook…” Your hand flies down to his and you squeeze it but he’s quick to let it go.

“I’m mad at you right now.” He admits softly, his breathing is slow and steady. “So just give me some space.”

~~~

Like magical clockwork you hear light knocking on your front door. You scramble to find your phone and your purse to make it to the door in good time but you hear it being creaked open and the voices of two men. Shit, Jungkook got to the door first.

Ever since you started fake dating Taehyung it seems Jungkook has been keeping a distance from him. You aren’t sure why but they’ve been weird. So you want to avoid as much awkwardness as possible. You grab all your belongings and rush to the living room and find the two men sitting on the sofa quietly chatting.

“Can you keep your voice down dude?” Taehyung peers over his shoulder, looking in the direction of your room. “Would if she hears?”

“I wish she would fucking hear,” Jungkook grits through his teeth, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, “Why don’t you just tell her?” he leans back on the back of the sofa, “She might be understanding, hm? Do it before it’s too late or I swear to god Taehyung I will tell her myself.”

“You swore you wouldn’t say shit. Just like how I swore not to say any—”

“Okay.”

“I’ll tell her dude. Just give me some time to—"

Jungkook’s eyes shoot up when he hears the light creak of your bedroom door open, he waits expectantly for you to walk through.

“Hey guys,” you announce your presence and both boys look up at you and smile. Taehyung with his boxy grin and Jungkook with a tightlipped smile.

“Hey y/n, you look nice,” Taehyung stands to his feet and walks towards you, “I mean, you always do.” He stops just in front of you and hands you a bag.

“What’s this?” you take the bag and jingle it around a bit.

“just something for our date.” He grins. “You can open it later.” Taehyung glances over at Jungkook, “Anyway, let’s get going. See you later man.” He nods toward the boy and faces you again. “shall we?”

You smile up at Taehyung and take his hand in your yours and lead him towards the front door but before you leave you and Jungkook make eye contact and he frowns.

Taehyung being the gentlemen he is runs to the car before you and opens your car door.

“Feet inside?” he asks and you’re nodding yes when he shuts the door for you. He runs around the other side and enters the car himself. Taehyung settles on an old 50’s station with the volume just right. He’s humming along with a dopey grin on his face, feeling satisfied with his choice.

“Where are we going?” you ask.

“Let’s get some dinner first then we can do our date activity I have planned” he chuckles to himself, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel.

You drive around in comfortable silence when you decide to take your phone out and shoot Jungkook a text.

y/n 6:14pm

You okay?

Jungkook 6:16pm

Don’t worry about me while you’re out with another guy

“Everything okay?” Taehyung asks, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“hm? Oh, yeah. Just thinking.” You reply quite honestly.

“About Jungkook?”

“What?? Why would you assume that?” your voice rises in panic.

“Well, we were all just together and I know you and him are fighting…I thought it was a safe assumption.” He laughs awkwardly.

“Oh…right. Actually, me and Jungkook sorted things out kind of but we’re still barely talking.”

“oh? Really?” Taehyungs grip on the steering wheel tightens.

“He said he will steer clear for the month, ya know, in public.”

“He—he agreed?” Taehyung coughs a few times, his head pushed back in disbelief.

“Something like that.” You don’t really know what to say, this is an awkward thing to be talking about and you wish the subject would change.

“Anyway,” you begin, “How did things with Anna escalate?”

Taehyung freezes. The color draining from his face as his knuckles turn white from gripping the steering wheel so hard.

“Um.” Taehyung feels sweat beading on his forehead as he tries to come up with an answer.

“You know how it is,” his mouth feels dry as he tries to speak, “She just won’t leave me alone and I want to show her that I am taken so she will get the hint.” Then a sly smile spreads across his face “and I think it’s working.”

“You think so?” you raise a brow in question.

“Well, you are such a convincing girlfriend after all.” His right arm extends towards your knee and he squeezes it. “Thanks again y/n…” he almost sounds…guilty. But you push that thought away and smile at him. Your sweet smile making him feel even guiltier.

~~~

“Dinner was sooo good.” You raise your arms above your head, stretching your body, a satisfied moan leaving you as you lower your arms again.

“I knew you’d like it! Best pizza in town!” Taehyung sets his credit card in the bill holder on the table. “Ready for what I have planned next?”

“hmmm, yes.”

The two of you wait for the server to return so you can finish paying so you can leave. Once all finished up at the restaurant the two of you head back to the parking lot and get inside his car to go to your next destination.

“Your apartment?” you ask as you notice his building coming into view.

“Yes. But you’ll see.” He turns his head quickly to flash you his pearly whites.

The two of you walk to his front door as he unlocks the door. Taehyung has a two bedroom apartment but lives alone. You’ve only ever seen his kitchen and living room and you’re wondering if you’re lucky enough you’ll see his bedroom. Hehe but that’s wishful thinking.

“You have that bag?” Taehyung asks,

“yup,” you say lifting it up and showing him the precious goods.

“Great go put it on!”

You tilt your head in confusion but you see how excited he is so you walk to his bathroom and shut the door behind you. Would if it was lingerie? You giggle to yourself at the ridiculous idea.

You open the bag to find some type of clothing. First, you pull out a large white t shirt and next was an…apron? The apron was a light pink color with a pocket in the front with your initials embroidered on it. You gasp once you realize it, your heart beating out of your chest as you melt into a puddle on the floor. He got your initials on an apron? You hurry to change into the white t shirt and put the apron on.

“Cute.” You murmur to yourself in the mirror before you’re out the door and back into the living room.

“How do you like it?” Taehyung asks from behind you, surprising you with a glass of water. You take the water gratefully and gulp down a few sips before answering.

“love it, but what’s it for?”

Taehyung beams, grabbing your arm and leading you into one of the bedrooms. He stands in front of the door and bounces on his heels.

“Ready?”

“Yes?”

“Never showed anyone this room but I feel like you’re special” Taehyung giggles, “Plus I thought it was a cute date idea.”

“hmm, okay. I’m ready.” You are such a fool for this boy, his cuteness doing a million things to you.

Taehyung begins to slowly open the door revealing a room with tarp covering the ground and easels taking up space. There are buckets of paint, a variety of colors spread all across. And many, many art pieces.

“You…” you begin to say in awe, “You’re an artist, Tae?”

“Aspiring.” He chuckles a bit bitterly. “How would you like to paint together?”

“You feel comfortable enough with me?” you ask, surprised.

“Something about you….” He starts but leaves it hanging. “Let’s paint!”

You dip your paint brush in purple paint and stroke it across the canvas, the color joining a mess of other colors. That’s art, right? Fuck, you are not good at this. You sneak a glance over at Taehyung to see him painting a scenic art piece. There’s mountains and flowers but somehow in an abstract kind of way, you tilt your head to the side trying to eye it more carefully.

“Hey, no peeking!” his bottom lip jutting out in the cutest way. You just want to kiss it.

You stand from your stool and walk over to his, your eyes never leaving his art work.

“I’m trying to figure out what I am looking at. Don’t get me wrong, its super cool. But like there’s this beautiful tree with flowers but also shapes??”

“Its abstract, y/n.” his tone is light and makes you flutter. “I like it this way.” He says softly.

“me too.” You look at him, his eyes meeting yours. His gaze shifts to your lips.

“heh really?” Taehyung’s cheeks turn a wonderful shade of pink, like the flowers on his canvas.

“You really are amazing, aren’t you?”

“Me? Let’s see what you got!” He stands from his stool and begins walking over to your art work.

“No!” you stand in his way, your arms flailing above your head. “It’s not good!” You laugh and push his chest back with your hands, Taehyung wobbles in place as he laughs at your dramatics.

“It can’t be that bad.”

You finally let him walk past you, he stands in front of your canvas with his finger on his chin,

“Okay, it can be that bad.”

Taehyung bubbles with laughter and you hit his shoulder but end up laughing with him.

“I told you.” You pout. Taehyung stares at you, his eyes once again shifting towards your lips and you aren’t going to play dumb, of course you’ve noticed.

“What?” you jut your lip out even more, walking just a bit closer to him.

“Nothing, you’re just cute.” Taehyung admits. His long fingers brush against your cheek as he pushes a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Like, really cute.”

Well, holy shit. Your heart and also your vagina cannot take this.

“How cute?” you breathe out.

“So cute I could kiss you.” Taehyung walks closer, his foot bumping into yours. “But…” He looks down at the ground, guilt beginning to surface, “y/n I have to tell—”

You tilt your head up and meet his lips for a peck on the lips taking him by surprise. Taehyung knits his brows together and is about to say something when he sighs out instead. One of his hands travel to cup the back of your head to bring you closer to him and he kisses you again. He deepens the kiss. Its slow and there’s no tongue, just lips moving tenderly against one another. You feel so light and airy like you could just float away until he abruptly pulls back.

“What’s wrong?” you panic, worry filling your eyes.

“We—we shouldn’t do that.” He finally says after a moment. Why? It was just some kissing between two people who possibly like each other? It’s not like you were delusional right? It’s not like you were making this up in your head. The flowers, the apron, the dinners, the car door, the ‘missing my girl’, the way he treats you can’t just be because of some fake dating bullshit. You know he is known for his kindness but to this extent?

“Why?” you finally say.

“Because,” Taehyung drags a hand across his face, “No one’s around. Let’s just take our pictures—”

BBrrrrrr bbbrrrr brrrrrr bbbrrrr

Taehyung’s phone is sitting on the table next to where the two of you are, it’s going off and you naturally glance over.

Incoming call: Anna

Taehyung races to turn it off, his face flushing and his hands have become sweaty.

“She…she just doesn’t give up.” He chuckles awkwardly, his phone in his grasp as you hear the buzzing of incoming messages.

“Is that her too?” you ask, feeling sorry for him.

“Uh, yeah…probably.” He says, his eyes looking all over the room but never on you.

“Well, let’s see what she’s saying.” You say nonchalantly, reaching for his phone but he yanks his hand back and barks a loud ‘No’. Startled, you step away from him.

“Sorry, I just…” he rubs his neck.

“No no, it’s okay, I shouldn’t have reached for your phone like that…” Something is off, You can feel it. But you want to push that feeling away.

“Let’s just take the pictures, I need to get home soon.”

“Yeah, okay.” Taehyung forces a smile.

~~~

Something is off with Taehyung. The way he wanted to kiss you but then pulled back. The way he got super weird after Anna called. Has she traumatized him that much? Is she like a real, legit stalker who is totally and completely obsessed with him? You feel bad for the guy, he seems like he probably has trust issues or something. Maybe he thinks you might turn out to be like her and he’s scared of that so that’s why he is pushing you away.

That’s gotta be it. You roll around in your bed about to finally get some sleep when you hear music blaring through the wall. Jungkook. You roll your eyes at his choice of timing. The clock reads after midnight, why the hell is he blasting music at this time?

You rise from your bed and storm into his room. Jungkook looks surprised to see you as he is in the middle of doing pushups—shirtless.

His muscles ripple with every movement and it has you practically drooling.

“Uh, can I help you?” Jungkook doesn’t look very annoyed, mostly amused.

“It’s late, Jungkook. Can you turn this shit down?”

“Can’t. Didn’t get a work out in today…so here I am.” He rises to his feet, shrugging.

The music is some horrible rock back that you can’t stand and Jungkook knows this. He fucking knows this. Wow, he really is mad at you still.

“Listen dude,” you put your hands on your hips, “I’ve had a weird day and I just want to relax.”

“Oh baby, I can think of a way for you to relax.” He winks. You want to puke, why is Jungkook so gross.

“Ew.”

“So…how was it?” Jungkook’s eyes fall to the ground.

“What?”

“How—how was your date with Taehyung?” he doesn’t raise his eyes, they stay glued to the floor.

“It was…” you get flashbacks to the awkward date, “fine.” You finish, not wanting to give Jungkook any more reason to dislike you and Taehyung together. “Yeah, it was fine” you force a smile.

“You know I know better than anyone when you’re lying.” He says, finally looking at you again.

Fuck. He’s right, if anyone knows you and your lying habits its Jungkook. He can read you like his favorite book. And it’s like, a picture book. Super fucking easy.

“It was fine Jungkook.” You lie again.

“What happened?” his tone eases into something softer, something more comforting and it almost makes you break and tell him the truth. Almost. But not quite.

“Nothing happened. Keep the music down, I’m going to bed.”

Jungkook watches as you spin on your heels to exit his bedroom, his eyes caving and watching your ass the entire time. He has a love-hate relationship with your house shorts, they’re sexy as hell and that’s the problem.

Jungkook turns the volume down on his speakers and sits on the edge of his bed. His head falls into his hands as he thinks about your date with Taehyung. Something must have happened. He knows it. He feels it. But he can’t force you to tell him.

He lays back on his bed and his face hardens as he thinks more about your fake relationship. He wants to beat Taehyungs ass. He wish he could tell you but it’s not his place and he just wishes Taehyung will do the right thing.

While staying loyal to Taehyung is he betraying you?

~~~~

Best friend: “A person you value over other friends in your life, someone you have fun with, someone you trust and someone in whom you confide.” That’s how the dictionary would describe the word but in Jungkook’s dictionary it would just be your cute face. Everything about you is cute to him, the way you walk, talk, dress, sneeze, just everything.

Even when you look gross as hell in the mornings dealing with a nasty hangover he still viewed you as…cute.

When Jungkook first noticed you was in his Literature class that took place on Tuesdays and Thursdays. He knew you always sat in the back and took your notes without really paying him any attention. And not to sound like a cocky bastard but…why not? He obviously thought you were pretty and there was something about you…

The second time he noticed you was at some frat party where he caught you staring at him and he thought he finally might have a chance at talking to you. Or get in your pants at least. He could one and done this situation and move on with his life but much to his surprise you weren’t interested in getting dicked down by him. No, you were interested in just…hanging out. Which he wasn’t use to. Most girls just wanted to say the got with the Jeon Jungkook and don’t pay him any mind for something serious. Because apparently he isn’t the type of guy you could be “serious” with. It’s not like he doesn’t hear the rumors. He hated this honestly…but he guesses it’s his own fault.

He even playfully offered to take you upstairs that night but you refused him. Much too shy. So he got a better idea: the 24 hour diner down the road.

You ended up talking until 9 am the next morning, laughing and snorting, telling tons of stories that cracked the two of you up. He even shared deeply personal information with you that shocked the both of you. But it just felt right—talking to you. He felt like he could open his heart to you, like he was making a real friend.

Jungkook doesn’t have much of a dating history…he mostly just sleeps around and is okay with that—because he has to be. Like what was said earlier, Jungkook isn’t a guy you get “serious” with and all the girls knew that. It just started with one girl spreading the fact he isn’t the type to ‘do’ relationships. He thought this would cause girls to try harder and try to change him or whatever. But none cared enough. He guesses…he just isn’t worth it. Does Jungkook yearn for something more? You wouldn’t know because he has never voiced it. Even though he isn’t lucky in love, he did get super lucky in a friend. That’s you. He cherishes your friendship more than anything in the world and wouldn’t do anything to risk ruining it.

3 years ago

“What about you?” you smile at him with all your teeth, “What are your parents like?”

You didn’t know at the time but this question made Jungkook feel the very dread he avoids feeling.

He looked into your wide eyes and couldn’t help the sigh that escapes his lips.

“Dad cheated the whole time and moms not around anymore.” Jungkook picks at his cuticles.

You felt a pang of guilt for bringing it up…but you were too curious to stop.

“Where did she go?” you can’t seem to stop yourself from asking.

Jungkook pauses his bad habit, his fingers coming to a halt.

“Can we change the subject?” he finally says, a small smile spreading across his lips, “It’s like, uh…a touchy subject. Ya know?” he almost looks as if he feels bad that he can’t confide in you.

“I promise I will tell you about it someday.” He swears with his pinky joining your pinky. You felt content with his answer but somehow you knew he probably never would.

Jungkook lays in his bed with his head dangling off the edge. Its 10 at night and you’re still not back. You had another date with Taehyung today—he knows because he follows the both of you on Instagram and you posted a photo of Taehyung in front of a mural that’s located just downtown. He grabs his phone to check your location and unfortunately you are still in the same spot—Taehyungs apartment. He hates this. Why does he hate this? Because Taehyung doesn’t deserve you and what he’s doing is not right. But he can’t tell you that because none of this is his business. Instead all he does is piss you off and he hates himself for it.

He truly thinks the world of you, he truly wants nothing but the best for you and he truly loves you. You’re his best friend.

Jungkook starts to doze off when he hears the front door being unlocked. It’s you.

Quickly, Jungkook jumps to his feet and scurries to his bedroom door and places his ear over the wood. He hears you talking…then another voice. You’re not alone. Its muffled but he makes out what you’re saying.

“It was amazing T,” oh, you’re with Trina. “He got me flowers, took pictures of me and got all my best angles.” He hears you giggling then another voice joins you in your laughter.

“I told you! This was a great idea!” Trina says, Jungkook rolls his eyes.

“He was such a gentlemen the whole time and it…I know it’s not real but I don’t know man…it feels real sometimes.”

“Girl, he would be stupid not to have a thing for you.” For once, Trina and Jungkook agree on something.

“I would actually kill myself if he did!” you giggle.

Jungkook goes rigid at your words, his jaw clenching so hard it ticks. He hates when you say shit like that, it creates a suffocating bubble around him that’s too hard to pop.

Jungkook decides he’s eavesdropped enough and settles back on his bed. He lays back, his arms folded behind him. He feels beyond frustrated and doesn’t know what could cure this. Well, maybe sex? Maybe he should call up some girl…maybe that could make him feel better. But somehow that didn’t appeal to him so much in this moment when his brain is occupied of you. So he settles for himself. It’s been a while since Jungkook gave himself a handy but he’s not opposed of going for it.

The lights are off and Jungkook is deciding if he wants to watch porn or settle for his imagination. A girl he use to hook up with enters his mind and he decides to roll with it, he dips his hands underneath his boxers to feel up his hardening length. He reaches for his nightstand to squirt some lube in his hand, his cock is only half hard by the time he’s gently stroking himself. The skin on his cock is smooth with few veins decorating the length, he’s already leaking precum while his imagination starts up.

He thinks of this girl and her lips, how she looks with them wrapped around his greedy cock and he becomes even harder. Fuck, he can’t remember her name—a piece of shit move but he doesn’t care at this point. He’s stroking himself faster, gathering the precum at his tip and smearing it around. A light moan escapes his lips as he tugs on the head of his cock harder. His other hand drags his boxers down his legs as his continues to stroke himself and then reaches to fondle his balls. He groans at the sensation.

He then thinks of the girls ass in the air, her wiggling it around and begging him to fuck her. Her ass is round and plump, it jiggles slightly as she squirms below him. His hand moves quickly as his thoughts get dirtier. He doesn’t see her face just her ass and her voice sounds a lot like…yours. Fuck, he can’t be thinking of you right now. He’s pissed at you, his thoughts growing angry yet somehow his hand doesn’t stop. He’s so close it fucking hurts.

“Fuck…y/n..” he whimpers into his shoulder. He now sees your face, underneath him, your hair all splayed out. Your lips are swollen and you whine for him, begging for him to fuck into you faster. Jungkook squeezes his eyes shut at that image, his hand stroking him impossibly fast as he is beginning to lose all composure. He shouldn’t be thinking of you right now, or ever—not like this. But he hears you beg for him, he imagines flipping you over, demanding you to raise your ass in the air. You beg to be punished, you beg for him to spank you, and he does. He pulls his hand back and slaps your needy ass and you whimper. He does it again and again.

He sees himself insert his cock into your pussy and he’s thrusting in and out like his life depends on it. Jungkook’s hand squeezes desperately around his throbbing member, he cries out quietly as he fucks you in his mind.

He imagines you reaching your own high, your moans and screams ringing in his ears and that’s what sets him over the edge. His cum spurts out of his swollen cock, spraying all over his hand as he begins to come to a stop on himself.

“fuck fuck fuck fuck” Jungkook is out of breath, his fantasy too much for him to handle. “What the fuck did I just….”

He sits in complete silence as his breathing comes down. Did he just? He is not supposed to do that.

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Go Go Karasuno: An Old Rival (Pt 1)

THIS FIC IS 18+

Warnings: swearing, light teasing

Word Counts: 7,000+

Flasback

"Keishin you asshole" you shout for the end of the court. God how you despised Ukai Keishin! The man was the bane of your existence at Karasuno High. He was always one upping you. Always one step ahead. He always got the praise while you remained in his shadow.

"Calm down Y/N! I'm just teasing you. I promise I'll be quiet during your serve this time" Keishin says as he smirks at you through the net.

"You say that every time asshole, yet we continue to have this discussion" you say with a huff.

You are annoyed and honestly just fed with with him. You didn't even want this practice match but of course, a lot of the girls had crushes on the boys team so you felt like you had to join. Even thought you couldn't stand Keishin’s big ego clogging up your breathing room.

"Just serve Y/N. Ignore him" one of your teammates shout.

You take a deep breath, tossing the ball up to serve.

Serving required the utmost concentration for you. You didn't know how people could effortlessly serve with background noise and people cheering. You hated that. You're teammates knew it and so did your coaches. Most of the time you didn't have to worry about noise, but when you were playing the boys team, you knew you always had to worry about something.

"Just do it already" you hear a voice shout as your hand smacks the ball in front of you causing it to barrel towards the net.

"Aye net ball" Keishin yelled from the other side of the court as he snickered at you.

"I'm seriously gonna kick your-" you start to say as your teammates gather ground to stop you from commit a felony.

"Alright that's enough" Coach yells from the sidelines "lets wrap it up."

You sigh as the boys high five each other, celebrating their victory. You line up with your team as you prepare to thank the boys team and shake hands.

You approach the net, extending your hand to Keishin while looking down.

"Better luck next time Y/N. But hey I can see the improvement. Just try getting it over the net next time" he smiles shaking you hand as you continue to stare at the floor.

Anger. You are so mad that he beat you again.

You sulk to the sidelines as you begin to dry off with a towel and drink your water.

"Will I ever be as good as him?"

Flashback ends

8 years.

8 whole years have passed since you last seen Keishin or any of the Karasuno Alumni. Now you find yourself standing at the gates wondering how fate brought you here.

It wasn't like your memories of High School were awful. You got good grades, played volleyball. You were even the captain of the girls team your 3rd year. For all intensive purposes, you loved High school.

You just hated Ukai Keishin with a passion. Sure you realized your teenage hatred of the man was petty. Of course it was. It was almost 10 years ago but yet you couldn't forget the man. There was just something that irked you to no end about him and you were glad your past 8 years had been Keishin-free.

After high school, you traveled to Toyko for school. After graduating you worked in Tokyo in a corporate office. You loved the job a lot. The city life was right up your alley. The people, the shopping, the nightlife. Everything. Not that you necessarily partook in those activities but you enjoyed the options. You had friends, your whole life was in Tokyo.

It's not like you wanted to be back in Miyagi. It wasn't by choice you were here.

You're parents had left after you graduated high school, following you to the cities. Unfortunately, when your grandfather got sick, you were the only one who could help.

Your parents both had prior commitments with work and you didn't have family in the area. You're job allowed you to work remotely. It was both a blessing and a curse. You were only going to be in town for a few weeks. Just to get your grandfather and grandmother settled in a senior living center.

Your parents had offered them to move in with them in Toyko but your grandfather would have none of it. He was as stubborn as they come. He hated the idea of "the big city". Your grandmother didn't really mind anyway but she wasn't going to leave your grandfather as long as he was living so you just gave up.

So how does that bring you back to Karasuno you ask?

Well a few of your fellow alumni had found out you were back in town. I'm talking Takinoue Yūsuke and Shimada Makoto, both former classmates as well as former volleyball players. You knew they were friends with Keishin but you never minded them. They were always nice to you and treated you kindly. Sure they joked around with you but they never pressed you like Keishin did. So imagine your surprise when you showed up to Shimada Mart with your grandma in toe only to find Makoto stocking shelves.

To say you were shocked wouldn't be entirely accurate, I mean his name is on the store. You just figured he had moved on. When he invited you for drinks with Yusuke, you accepted.

Not once did the conversation turn to Keishin which you appreciated. The men knew of your rivalry well. It almost seemed like neither of you had moved on from one another.

They had talked about the boys team and how amazing they were. You still enjoyed volleyball talk and even played on a small team in Toyko on the occasional weekends. They told you about their neighborhood association and how they were playing a match with the boys of Karasuno. They mentioned needing a setter to which you immediately perked up. You didn't ask questions, not even thinking about why they needed a setter.

You figured since the conversation avoided Keishin that he was no longer in the area. You knew of his families store but also knew that he probably didn't live around here. You offered your services as a setter for a practice game. The men looked at one another, nodding in agreement. You figured what could be the harm. You got to play volleyball and kick some kids asses.

It would be a lot of fun.

Keishin finished up his shift at his family store leaving it to his mother to tend while he attended practice. He hadn't thought much high-school since he graduated honestly. He was happy in his life.

He had good friends, a solid family support system and of course, he was the head coach of the Karasuno boys volleyball team. He walked to practice as he's thoughts drifted. They often did. He'd light a cigarette, think about things and by the time he finished, he was at the gates to Karasuno. He had scheduled a practice match tonight. He knew the neighborhood association lacked members but the Karasuno boys were always willing to fill in.

For some ungodly reason, his thoughts drifted to you. He hadn't thought about you in years.

That was a lie. A complete lie.

He actually thought about you often and how he was a complete and utter jerk in high school. He would never admit he had a crush on you back then but he did enjoy your little rivalry the two of you had. He always thought you were a great setter but he always strived to be better. It was just how he was. He knew his little crush would never amount to anything. You were way smarter and way more attractive. You had life goals and he strived to stay on the volleyball team. He hadn't dreamt of leaving Miyagi. He knew he wasn't college bound. He knew he'd always be here but you, you always dreamed of more and he admired that.

He thought you were probably some rich lady by now with a husband and a family. He laughed because he imagined your husband staying home while you worked because that's just how you were. You were strong and independent. You never settled.

Keishin entered the gym where the Karasuno boys were practicing.

"The neighborhood association will be here in 10 minutes" he yelled.

"Yes coach" the boys yelled in return as they continued to warm up for their practice game.

"Suga I'm going to need you to set for the association again tonight" he said. Sugawara Koushi nodded as he went back to warming up with the spikers. Takada Ittetsu, Karasuno’s faculty advisor and other coach, soon came bounding into the gym as he often did. He was always racing around it seemed like.

He had meetings, papers to grade and other things teachers worried about. Keishin laughed at how different him and Takeda were yet they made a great coaching team.

"Alright guys the show is here" a voice shouted from the doors as they were thrown open.

Keishin sighed, placing his head in his hand.

"Takinoue you talk to much" Shimada rolled his eyes as he smacked Takinoue on the shoulder walking over to Keishin.

"I've got Suga warming up for you guys" Keishin said to Makoto.

"Ahh no need tonight man, we've got a setter" Shimada said as he rested his hand on Keishin’s shoulder.

"Huh?" Keishin questions and the doors flew open. His eyes and the eyes of the rest of the teams eyes flew to the door.

Keishin froze

"Damn I see they still haven't fixed these God forsaken doors. It's been like 10 years damn" you said as you switched from your street shoes.

Everyone was staring at you.

"Hello everyone" you smile as you wave, still not noticing the long blonde hair coach on the sidelines staring holes in your head.

The boys bowed to you as you smiled.

You turned your body to walk to Shimada as you begin to speak "you should have told me-" you stop making direct eye contract with Keishin, your mouth dropping open.

"Keishin?" You say shockingly

"Y/N?" Keishin said equally as shocked.

"Oh whoops" Takinoue looks at you laughing awkwardly "I guess we forgot to mention the little detail that Keishin is the Karasuno teams coach ha ha"

Shimada's eyes went wide as he waited for you to speak.

"Yes you forgot to mention that LITTLE detail" you speak sharply as you whip your head to both Shimada and Takinoue.

Keishin is still frozen.

You're here? Why? How? And your setting for the Neighborhood association? Oh dear God!

"Long time no see Keishin" you speak directly as you look at him.

He thought you were beautiful then but now you looked spectacular! His brain and heart were thinking and beating at 1000 miles per hour yet no words were formed from his mouth.

Gosh this was awkward.

Shimada and Tokinoue watched in wonder.

Everyone did.

The Karasuno team could sense the tension between you two.

"What's with coach I've never seen him this quiet" Tanaka Ryunosuke whispers to Nishinoya Yu.

"No clue but it's making me nervous" Noya said in response.

You wanted for Keishin to speak only to be met with silence

"Well ok then" you clap your hands together "I'm here to set so let's get this show on the road."

You walk towards the practice jerseys as you slip one on. Everyone seems stunned but nobody says anything. You look back at everyone as they awkwardly go back to their tasks.

Takinoue walks up to you as you start stretching. You glare at him.

"This is all your fault" you say sharply as he puts on a practice jersey.

"Don’t expect any sets today" you growl as you walk to the sidelines talking with your new team for the evening.

The boys welcome you with open arms. Ennoshita Chikara, one of Karasuno's wing spikers greats you with a bow.

"Umm miss would you mind if we practice a few sets before the game starts?" He asks pleasantly.

"Oh please call me Y/N! And of course! I'm a new setter to you so I totally understand wanting to get comfortable" you smile as you walk towards the net.

Keishin is still staring. You're sure his eyes dried out by now from not blinking.

Ennoshita describes his ideal setup to you as you are mental notes. You remember a teammate who had a similar style so you try to adjust what you can.

Ennoshita throws a ball to you as you set perfectly for a kill.

"Nice kill" you say with a smile. Ennoshita blushes.

"That was a great set Y/N! I don’t think I've hit a ball that confidently in a long time" he says with a smile as he rubs the back of his head.

"Well thank you but I'm a bit rusty. The ball drifted a bit too much towards the net for my liking. I'll adjust" you say with a smile as the next teammate tosses to you.

“She hasn't changed a bit” Keishin thinks to himself.

He always thought you were too hard on yourself in high school. He admired you but you were always trying to do more. He knew you didn't really like him but he didn't actually know the reason. He just thought you found him to be annoying.

Keishin snaps out of his thoughts as he blows the whistle. Everyone lines up, thanking each other for the game as they proceed to their spots.

The game goes on for a while. You see Kageyama Tobio and Hinata Shoyo’s quick and your eyes sparkle. You knew that move had to be a shocker to almost anyone playing against them. You learned to never underestimate a player. You knew the smallest players were out the most dangerous. But you had to admit that even the quickness and trust the duo displayed was phenomenal.

During a break, Kageyama asked if you'd observe his technique. You felt honored as you knew the boy was a prodigy. He was a quick thinker on the court and adapted well. You could also tell he was a lot like you were. He was hard on himself and always strived to do better. You observed the infamous "falling toss" that just stopped mid air. It was amazing to see. You'd never even dream of being able to pull something off like that.

Honestly it seemed like a “Keishin” move to you. You laughed as you thought about all the times you rolled your eyes at his ridiculous sets. He was always trying to outrun the blockers. Always trying to open the paths for his spikers.

"That tosses was phenomenal boys" you smile as you applaud their efforts. They both bow as they disperse and continue their training.

Your eyes met Keishins again.

Honestly we're you really going to ignore him this whole time?

“It's been almost 10 years Y/N he's probably matured” you think to yourself as you gather the courage to approach the coach. Then again this was Ukai Keishin we were talking about. The asshole who constantly made it a mission to get under your nerves in high school.

When the second practice match started, you were you to serve. Keishin smiled to himself thinking about the cute look you got on your face as you prepared to serve. It made his hard warm. You didn't fail to notice his smile but you're thoughts automatically drifted back to high school. You hated that smile so much.

You prepared to serve as suddenly you heard someone clear their throat. You missed the serve completely, hitting a net ball. Keishin snickered to himself.

“Man you really hadn't changed all that much” he thought as he was thinking about how much you hated missing serves.

Your neck snaps to him as you glare "I know you did that on purpose" you spit at him.

Keishin just smiles "Y/N you really think I'm out here to mess your serves up?"

You definitely hadn't changed.

You huffed as you glared at Keishin as he smirked.

Shimada and Takinoue looked at each other. Part of them was hoping they would see you chuck a ball at Keishin while a part of them wondered how you two had managed to ignore your feelings for each other for so long.

The game ended as the boys cleaned the gym and thanked you for the game.

Keishin watched as you took off the practice jersey. Your shirt lifting, exposing your tummy bit to reveal your smooth skin. It was now or never .

"Umm hey Y/N, thanks for helping out" he says as he approaches you

You continue to wipe the sweat from your forehead as you take a drink of water. "No problem. It's a great team you have here" you say while avoiding eye contact.

Keishin wished you'd just look at him. You really didn't still hate him did you?

"Well I’m off" you say as you wave and smile to the team and the association. You quickly move to the gym doors, replacing your shoes and walking away.

"You sure blew that one" Shimada snickers behind Keishin.

"She really had no clue I was the coach?" Keishin looks at Shimada.

"Not one clue" he says in return "besides this provided so much entertainment." He throws his head back laughing as he walking towards the gym doors.

“Wyou blew this one Keishin” he thinks to himself as he sighs taking a seat in a folding chair.

He really did blow this one.

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