#half of them dyed their hair the other half started dressing better

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and if I say that the god's menu era hairstyles were some of their best?

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Shameless smut for atsumu with a chubby reader?👉🏼👈🏼

you ask and i deliver <333 (because i can't help myself when it comes to writing about tsumu asdfghjk.) there may be some mistakes in this, it's only something short i wrote so hopefully you like this short shameless smut everyone !! i love atsumu with a chubby reader, here's a full fic i did with atsumu and a chubby reader (x)

"tsumu we're going to be late! our reservations are at half seven, we're meeting all the others in less than an hour." you're meant to be celebrating a msby win with the team and their partners but instead you're laying in your shared bed with your fiancee with your dress bunched up.

"don't blame me. it's yer fault for looking so hot. you can't blame me when my wife looks so good."

"wife? not yet." you try and pull your dress back down but atsumu isn't having it and swats your hand away, not letting you.

"shut yer trap, ya know what i mean." while keeping your dress bunched up he runs his large hands over your thick thighs, enjoying your soft skin underneath his hands.

you giggle at his response but your laugh is cut off as he places a kiss over your clothed clit making you gasp. " 's not my fault when you look so hot in that dress, clinging to all your curves like that. you're making me go crazy." he pulls down your underwear and throws them somewhere behind them not taking any notice to where, "we can be a little late."

"a little?" you snort as you stare of in the direction of your discarded clothes. he smirks and kisses your hip, pulling down your dress too at the top so that your tits are on display and your dress is only covering the middle part of your body. atsumu pulls down your bra and gropes your breasts.

"this is stupid," he says suddenly before he starts pulling up your dress to take it off completely and moves up to face you so he can look at how pretty you are.

"i thought you said it looked hot?" you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down to kiss him.

"you do! ya just look better with it off," he smirks and allows you to pull him down. kissing messily, all tongue and teeth, clashing , right in the moment, he just can't help himself when it comes down to you and you're not one to complain just as swept up around atsumu as he is with you.

his clothes come off just as rushed as yours did, hastily pulling down his jeans and boxers all at once. he quickly threw them behind him too, getting the same treatment as your clothes did.

atsumu lifted your thigh up, resting his palm at the bottom, where he's slung your thigh over his shoulder and he's folding your body as he plunges his fat cock into you. your wet heat envelops him and he groans, "jesus baby, i love you s'much."

he ruts into you hard and fast, causing your plush body to jiggle with each thrust and atsumu doesn't know where to look, you look like a goddess in his eyes and every inch of you is perfect he just doesn't know where to look. your tummy rolls that are squished together, your breasts that freely bounce without any bra, your cute face and chubby cheeks, your pretty pussy that keeps sucking him back in with every thrust, not wanting him to go, leaving a creamy ring at the base of his cock with every thrust. he can't decide where to look- you're perfect.

you admire how handsome your fiancee is above you, bleached dyed hair that's became messy after him jumping on you, a light sheen of sweat covers his forehead and his lips plump, looking slightly swollen from how much you've been kissing. you reach a hand up and tug his hair, pulling him down so he's close enough for you to kiss again and you do kiss.

one hand is still holding onto your thigh occasionally squeezing the softness making him harder. his other hand is holding onto one of your hands, fingers intertwined. "love you too 'tsumu!" you moan and you're gripping onto his hand even tighter.

you turn up to dinner late, very late.

[kurocamille]

❝maybe frat boys aren’t so bad (aka cars are meant for driving!)❞

Frat!Bakugou Katsuki x reader (except he’s not stereotypical and mean) mdni

part 2

4.1k+ words

you attend your first frat party and run into a familiar flirty face. he offers to drive you home from the party, the empty parking lot outside your dorm building definitely seems like the perfect place to get down and dirty…

warnings

part 1 of 2 (2 will have full smut..) 1 oc who’ll come into play later…., car sex, fingering, handjobs, heavy makeout, hickeys/neck kisses, dry humping/grinding kinda, female/afab reader, no pronouns used, inexperienced reader, “baby” as a pet name

It was your first time going to a college party, miraculously enough. This year, you had met a group of girls who had quickly invited you into their friend group. Somehow, despite you refusing over ten times, they had managed to drag you to a frat party.

After getting yourself a cup of mysterious red punch, you stand in the crowd of people. Bodies brush against you—intentionally or unintentionally, you don’t know. You’ve seen a few of your friends since arriving, but it seems like most of them are off doing God knows what with some drunken frat boy.

You can feel the beat of the music in your chest, as if it’s pumping your heart for you. The strobe lights flash around you. Sipping away at your drink, you go wandering in search of someone you know.

When you exit the common room, you float down a hallway with fewer people. Despite fewer people being there, the hallway is stuffy, and you can barely walk through without knocking shoulders with someone.

You aren’t watching where you’re going, and suddenly you trip on the bunched up carpet beneath your feet. The half-full soda cup goes flying, and so do you. It spills on the front of your shirt and down the back of a nearby couple who, until now, had been in the middle of making out,

“Ugh!” the girl shrieks, and you look up to see her glaring at you. She comes out from under the guy caging her, and you realize it’s the girl Mika from one of your classes. As always, her hair is perfectly coiffed, and she’s wearing a dress that barely covers her ass.

The girl shakes her hands of the sticky liquid that spilled on her, but seeing as she had previously been caged under that other guy, she had barely gotten wet. Meanwhile, the guy stands in a sopping wet shirt. You also recognize him; Bakugou Katsuki. He’s in another one of your classes, one of which you had been paired up for a partner project. Unlike Mika, he doesn’t look like he’s trying too hard. A white short-sleeved band t-shirt complements his black jeans, something you wouldn’t have expected a frat boy like him to wear.

Despite being in the same fraternity/sorority group, Mika and Bakugou could not be more different, and you can’t help but wonder how they ended up together. While Mika is extremely stereotypical and, if you might say, annoying, rude, and a bitch, Bakugou is really nice. That one project had taught you that not every frat boy is a shameless womanizer and prick. Although he’s a definite flirt, he’s always been respectful and acknowledged you as an equal—opposite of what Mika had done to your friends, and now you.

“I’m so sorry,” you say hastily.

“Don’t min-” Bakugou starts, but he’s cut off by Mika.

“You better be sorry!” she all but screeches at you. “This is a brand new set of nails. They’re completely ruined. You better repay me for this. It cost 10,000 yen, you know that? Can you even fucking afford that”

“Look, I’m sorry I did that, but I don’t know if I can repay tha-” you start. The look she gives you is incredulous as she snarls before interrupting you.

“I actually can’t believe you. You must be a dumb slut dying for Bakugou’s attention. Imagine sabotaging me just because he chose to be with me! And you’re so poor you can’t even afford to fix your mess… Ridiculous,” she huffs, pressing a pointy finger into your chest and probably expecting you to bow down and beg for forgiveness.

You try to apologize, but Bakugou steps in before you can say anything.

“Mika, who cares,” he sighs. He looks at you with a silent ‘I can’t deal with this face.’

The silence that follows feels like an eternity, but it really only elapses the half second before her hand makes contact with Bakugou’s face.

The sound from the slap resounds in the small hallway. You stare wide-eyed at the growing red spot with matching nail marks on Bakugou’s face.

“You should fucking care. We’ve been together for, like, a month already, and you still won’t stand up for me?! I’m done, don’t call me,” she seethes before pointing at you. “And you, you better hope we never see each other again.”

After that, Mika storms off in a fit of rage and disappears into the crowd.

“Dating on and off for a month, and she pulls that. Psychotic bitch,” he mutters before turning to you. “Hey, Sorry, I didn’t know you were coming, you should’ve told me.”

“I’m so sorry, for all of that. I’ll just get going and pretend I never saw that.” You turn on your heel to dash out, but a hand grips your shoulder and turns you around.

“No need to apologize, she gets crazy when she’s drunk, and I was planning on breaking up with her,” he shrugs. “Anyway, I’m just gonna head upstairs and shower this stuff off. You can come up too, if you want, Y/N.”

You raise a brow at his suggestion. “You want me to come shower with you?”

A look of confusion and surprise crosses his sharp features before a smirk breaks out. “There are multiple bathrooms up there, but you know, if they’re all taken, you can always join me.” He sends you the stupidest wink that still sends your stomach into frenzy.

“You bounce back too quickly,” you groan. “Whatever, I’m coming up, but not with you.”

Bakugou reverts to his uncaring self and has you follow him. You follow Bakugou, slowly making your way up the rickety house stairs. When you make it around the corner, Bakugou points you in the direction of an ensuite washroom, and disappears into the room across from you. “Just take a folded towel, and I’ll deal with it. If you need anything, just come and get me.”

In the quiet of the bedroom, you lock the door and undress. You make your way into the connected bathroom and strip down in the low light. The shower has terrible pressure and doesn’t heat up, but it does the job of cleansing the sticky punch off your skin.

You finish your shower within five minutes and step out to grab a towel. It’s surprisingly clean, but the pile of your clothes on the counter are still dripping with liquid. That means you’ll either have to walk around in a towel for the rest of the night or muster up the courage to ask Bakugou for some clothes.

You opt for the second option, seeing as you won’t have to walk through a drunken frat house in a towel that barely covers your “good bits.” So, you head back to the door where Bakugou was, rolling your clothes into a ball and tucking them under your arm. When you get there, the door is still closed, as you expected, but there is no sound of running water coming from the room.

“Bakugou, sorry, I need some extra clothes,” you say after knocking on the door.

As if it isn’t embarrassing enough, Bakugou takes his sweet time getting to the door. When it finally opens, he stares at you, his eyes unashamedly trailing up and down your body. He, similarly to you, looks to have just gotten out of the shower. Water droplets fall from his hair and fall down his hardened chest, which he doesn’t bother to clothe. The only thing keeping his from being stark naked in front of you is the towel sitting low on his hips, low enough that you can see his v-line drifting below.

“Clothes?” he asks after an awkward pause, and you flush.

“Yeah, anything will do, I just need it to get home in them,” you reply.

“Alright, come in.” He beckons you with his hand to follow him.

The first thing you notice when you enter is that his room is far different from the other one. While the first bedroom, whose you can only assume is his frat brother’s, is standard for a male college student—clothes strewn everywhere, an only half-made bed, and suspicious posters. Bakugou’s room is the opposite, the bed made, shelves tidy, and everything in order.

Bakugou coughs and breaks you out of the spell you’re under. He’s holding out a crumpled plastic bag, with some grocery store logo on it. “Here, for your wet clothes.”

You quickly snatch the bag and stuff your clothes into it. As you struggle to fit them inside, the towel hugging your body slips from its hold and drops below your nipples. From your peripheral vision, Bakugou freezes ever so slightly, and you hear an awfully loud swallow.

As soon as you notice him, however, he averts his eyes and pretends he had been looking for clothes the whole time. The outfit he chooses for you isn’t half bad, a hoodie and drawstring sweatpants, but they look so big they could drown you.

You take the two garments from him, accidentally brushing fingers in the process. He pulls away from you and heads back towards his ensuite bathroom. “Don’t worry, I’ll be in here. I won’t peek. You can get changed in the bedroom.”

With that, he closes the door and cements a divide between the two of you. Quickly, you change into the clothes he gave you, having to roll up the cuffs on them multiple times. You look like a blob of fabric, but it’ll have to do. Hopefully Bakugou won’t notice that you’re not wearing your bra and panties.

Knocking on the bathroom door, you meet face to face with Bakugou one last time. He’s fully clothed now and gives you a smile.

“Looks like it fits,” he says sarcastically.

“For sure,” you joke, flattening out the garments awkwardly. “I’m planning on heading out now, by the way. I think I’ll just catch an Uber, I’m pretty sober now, and my friends will probably be here for a while longer.”

“Don’t take an Uber,” he replies suddenly.

Rubbing the back of his neck, he corrects himself. “I mean, it’s not safe to take one right now. Let me drive you, I didn't drink tonight.”

“No way!” you retort. “I couldn’t bother you with that. I’ll be fine, anyway.”

However, Bakugou, being his stubborn self, does not relent until you agree to let him drive you all the way back to your dorms, only a stupid 30 minutes away.

Normally, you wouldn’t risk going with someone in his frat, but you have enough trust in Bakugou to keep civil. So, after a moment of contemplation, you accept his offer and follow him to the adjacent parking lot. Multiple people stare as you walk past them, but you pay them no mind, seeing as you’re practically unrecognizable in your new outfit.

“Yo, Bakubro, good for you!” a redhead yells from the doorway as you leave, whooping in a supportive, you suppose, manner.

“Ah, shut up, don’t spread any rumours, Shittyhair.” Bakugou groans, but you don’t miss the way his ears turn pink.

You’ll have to forget about that, though, because the lights of a black Jeep Wrangler flash on, and Bakugou escorts you to the passenger seat.

“I didn’t know you were this much of a gentleman, Bakugou,” you giggle in an embarrassingly girly way.

“I’m always a gentleman.” He winks and walks around to his side of the vehicle, leaving you feeling hot in the face.

He swings into the passenger seat, and puts the car in motion. You can’t help but notice the way his arms grip the steering wheel, the veins from his strong hands trailing up his forearms in a way that makes you unconsciously bite your lip.

“Put the address into the GPS,” Bakugou interrupts, and you notice his eyes force themselves away from your lips.

You deny whatever you just saw and punch your address into the screen. The machine takes only a second to bring up the route home, which, at this late hour, will actually only take 15 minutes.

After pulling out of the lot, Bakugou heads down the street following the indicated yellow line. He drives smoothly and professionally, as you expected he would. He maneuvers the car with expertise, and you can’t help but think he’s showing off when he steers with an open palm and an arm on the back of your seat.

For most of the ride, you guys are silent. Other than the faint whirring of the air conditioner, the only sounds to be heard are made by you and Bakugou. His by his slow, peaceful breathing, and yours by the beating of your heart—something which betrays you by getting louder and faster with every minute.

Luckily for you, the drive is soon over and Bakugou’s car is parked right outside of your dorm building. For the most part, the lot is empty, and the lights from the windows are off. It makes sense, most people in your extremely small building are out partying at 9 o’clock on a Friday, and the homebodies you’d normally associate with are already in bed.

Your specific block seems to be completely dark, seeing as you left your friends behind at that party… Whoops. It’s no matter, however, you’ll just be the first one in your complex to get back.

You unclick the belt from your waist, moving up on the seat to grab your things off the floor.

“This is you, right?” Bakugou questions.

“Yep! Thank you so much for driving me. I’ll text you later so you can have your clothes back.” You smile at him and go to open the door, but he lightly pulls you back.

“Wait. Y/N, you can keep them, actually. ” He chuckles, but it has an awkward tone to it. “You look better in them than I do”

Wait, what?

You always thought Bakugou was just flirty by nature, which to some extent he is, but you could see it now. Whatever you two had going on was certainly out of the ordinary. From what you could tell, Bakugou wasn’t half as teasing towards Mika as he was to you.

Ever since that one project, he had always made it a priority to sit next to you in class. You had assumed he was there for your notes, not that you minded, but could it actually have been for another reason altogether?

“Well, I would bet you look pretty good in these too, not that you don’t always look good,” you giggle, testing out the waters.

Bakugou’s eyes widen in surprise and soften under the pale light of his car. You stare at him fondly, accidentally letting your eyes flicker to his lips.

“Y/N, I-“ he starts but can’t seem to find the right words.

“I know you just broke up—literally tonight, but, Bakugou, gosh, I really want to kiss you right now,” you speak for him.

Maybe that punch was more potent than you thought. Good thing Bakugou drove you all the way here…

Instead of replying, Bakugou places a tender hand on your cheek and pulls you in. Soft lips meet your own, and you smile. You move to his lap where the seat has suddenly been rolled back.

Ah, it’s his frat boy car seat trick.

Your kisses continue slowly, and you can tell Bakugou wants to deepen the kiss when his tongue brushes against your lips. Upon first contact, you freeze in place. Before this you’d only ever been with one guy, one that you hadn’t even gone far with. In the moment now, you can only hope and pray that he won’t notice your inexperience.

However, you completely forget whatever worry you had when Bakugou starts to go into your mouth. His large hands pull you flush against his body, grabbing at the flesh right above your ass.

When you finally pull back, Bakugou’s eyes are blown wide, and he looks lost to lust. The lips that had previously been on yours now have a cute pout, having puffed up from your kisses.

Bakugou’s lips move down and pepper chaste kisses along your jawline. Even with his light and seemingly innocent pecks, you’re still softly moaning under his hold.

Bakugou switches focus to your neck, licking and sucking a hickey into your skin. After nipping at you for a while, Bakugou lifts off of you, and you can tell with his smirk that he left a massive bruise blooming on your skin.

“Bakugou, let me touch you,” you whisper as he moves to kiss the other side of your neck.

“Call me Katsuki… Please. “ He groans when you slightly grind against his groin.

You shift down on your hips and look down to see a thick boner growing in his pants. Curiously, you press it softly with your fingers and give it a light squeeze.

Katsuki looks down at you, his face quickly turning red. Silently, you reach into his pants, looking at his gorgeous ruby eyes for any sign of contestment. Katsuki stays quiet but gives you a small nod in approval.

Finally, you get to the moment you’ve been waiting for. You press your fingers under the waistband of his boxers, sliding your hand across the top of his cock. Then, with one movement, you free him from his confines, and his dick stands proudly in front of you.

Any expectations or preconceived notions about what Katsuki was packing were shattered. Painfully hard and dripping tiny amounts of precum, his cock is a beauty. The dark pink tip invites you in, begging you to give it one moment of reprieve.

When you nervously stroke the shaft, Katsuki’s reaction is instantaneous, his hips lurching up against yours.

“Fuck, keep going,” he hisses, his breath already laboured.

With more confidence you wrap your fingers around him and give his cock a few quick pumps. Your sudden change in tempo makes Bakugou’s cock twitch in your hold and release a bead of white precum. You remove your hand, and Katsuki’s eyes meet yours with a pleading look.

Carefully, you push your thumb against the slit of his dick and lubricate him with his own pre-cum. As you swirl the substance around the head, Katsuki buries his face in your shoulder.

“Oh my God, I’m about to cum,” he gasps. “Fuck, it’s like I’m a virgin again.”

Bakugou’s chest heaves as you work him to his high. With every light touch or squeeze of his dick you make, it twitches and throbs in reply. You decide to help him finish, doing the same fast strokes that make him groan lewdly in your ear.

Then, all of a sudden, Bakugou reaches out and stops your hand in the middle of its movements. You eye him, confused. “You into edging or something?”

“Not quite, I wanna get you off, too.” He surprisingly lets out a hearty laugh.

“Sit up, baby,.” You follow his instructions and he picks you up with ease.

Katsuki flips you over so you’re no longer sitting on top of him, rather lying caged underneath him. His body is so close to yours that you can’t look down to see what’s happening when you feel his hands moving against your clothed pussy.

“May I?” he asks, tugging at the edge of your panties.

“Still such a gentleman,” you giggle embarrassingly.

“Breaking the frat boy stereotypes as we go, I suppose.” He laughs with you, before turning his attention back to your body.

His adept fingers pull your soaked panties to the side, revealing your equally glistening cunt. Katsuki nimbly dips his fingers in your wetness with a soft hum.

“So wet, baby,” he grins, and you blush in embarrassment.

Bakugou skillfully captures your attention by pressing the pad of his thumb against your aching sex, as if to test the waters. When he hears your soft moan in response, he takes it as an invitation to keep going.

Slowly, Katsuki’s thumb plays with your throbbing clit, brushing it in teasing circles. A whine escapes your mouth, and he chuckles upon hearing it, knowing how needy you feel. “You want my fingers inside of you?”

You gasp out a ‘yes,’ and his fingers are immediately prodding at your entrance. Then, you feel the stretch your hole makes to accommodate his intruding finger. Although you’re not used to such a feeling, you easily adapt to the length of his digit, which pleasantly curls into your depths.

Bakugou starts fingering in and out of you, and the pleasure increases. Previously soft moans and whines turn into cries against his shoulder. Despite your embarrassment of being oversensitive, the flush on Bakugou’s face proves he’s just as affected, without you even touching him.

As Katsuki continues to slip inside your wetness, you feel the pressure building in your stomach, much differently than it ever has before. One more finger squeezes into your tight cunt and presses against your pleasure spot. You cry out, and his hands continue to brush against that sensitive place.

“Fuck, that feels good, please don’t stop,” you babble mindlessly, barely even registering Bakugou’s reply of, “Course not. Wouldn’t dream of it.’

To your blissed out surprise, the pleasure gets stronger. The sensation on your clit returns, and your body uncontrollably arches into Bakugou’s above you. With every calculated movement against your bundle of nerves, you’re worked closer to orgasm.

Then, all of a sudden, the angle of the thrusting fingers changes. Bakugou changes his position to be closer to you, somehow managing to reach further than before. With every new touch to your g-spot and clit, you feel yourself being pushed to your high.

In turn, you grasp a hold of Katsuki’s twitching cock. His hiss in reply shows you just how sensitive he is from before. Your hand moves up and down, matching the quick strokes of his fingers. Just as quickly as he had gotten you to the peak of your orgasm, his body convulses, signaling his is soon to come, as well.

Your moans crescendo and bounce off the walls of the car, and Bakugou can't help but be spurred on by them. The speed of his hand gets faster, still very much calculated in its movements, your hole fluttering around his digits.

After swiping your thumb across his leaking tip, Bakugou’s body seems even more sensitive, if it’s even possible. His cock violently throbs in your hand, begging to spill its seed. You oblige its wishes and continue your pumps up and down his hard length.

You can feel yourself almost cumming, on the brink of losing your mind. Similarly, Katsuki’s body, his higher-pitched moans, twitching shaft, and milky tip, tell you he’s extremely close.

Then, taking you by surprise, Bakugou cuts off your moans with a hot kiss. Immediately after you make contact, his tongue sweeps against yours in a passionate dance.

“I’m gonna cum!” Your voice gets muffled by the tongue pressing against your own.

The addition his mouth was to your pleasure plunges you right into orgasm. Your body convulses, pussy tightening uncontrollably, and you wail into his mouth. Anything you had ever expected of sex is automatically blown to bits when this atomic force hits you.

You feel your eyesight black out, as if you’ve been hit by a truck. You subconsciously grip harder around Katsuki’s dick, causing his orgasm to come shooting out of him. Long strings of his pearly cum cover the palm of your hand, his cock still moving to let out the last bits of his seed.

The bliss that follows is calming. Bakugou finally pulls out of you, his face coming off of yours to reveal his dazed eyes and flushed cheeks.

You doubt you look appealing, but Bakugou looks at you sweetly and more kindly than you can assume he does with anyone else.

“You did so well, baby,” he whispers to you after leaning down to your level.

You give him a quick peck on the cheek and slowly untangle your limbs from his. Bakugou helps you up and grabs your (borrowed) clothes that had previously been strewn across the other seats.

After dressing yourself and saying a quick goodbye to Bakugou, you slip out of his car and head back into your dorms.

You smile to yourself as you lay in bed alone. On your bedside table you notice you’ve received a new notification, a message from an unknown number. What you see makes you smile and blush.

‘That was such a great night, let’s do it again sometime. - Bakugou’

a/n: hi guys. i’m back for the holidays and i hope to put out part two soon (let’s be honest, i never write things on time). i tried writing something more plot heavy… hope you enjoyed🫶 also, sorry for the edging joke. i think i’m funny.

[okkotsuus]

PLEASE i need that dealing with ur ex as ur boyf but for barou cus i KNOW that man would GO OFF!

ex encounters (bllk pt.2) !

no because barou would beat the shit out of someone. i'm jut gonna include the rest i wanted for pt.2 with this <3

features: barou s. jingo r. rensuke k. meguru b.

contents: bad exes. ig hurt comfort. kind of comical. barou tries to fight someone. raichi actually fights someone. barou, raichi, and kunigami are physically imposing. bachira pretends to be cray cray (is he really pretending tho?). they're adults bc i said so. 1.9k words.

tw for the exes: copying you. light implied obsession. second choice. gas lighting. being physically imposing. cheating. implied love bombing. stage 5 clinger (derogatory). extremely mild stalking? (can't think of a better word for it).

pt.1 — pt.3 — pt.4

barou would be so bothered, he would verbally degrade the poor dude to tears. not to mention how physically imposing the man is, the ex would be SPRINTING away.

it all started about three years ago when you broke up with your ex, because you just didn't love him anymore and didn't want to keep him trapped in a loveless relationship.

you always felt bad about it, but never bad enough to get back together with him. especially not after barou had barged his way into your life, conquering your heart.

you were sitting on a bench in the park while waiting for him to come back from getting ice cream for the two of you. y'know, not expecting to see your ex, you were minding your business and scrolling though tiktok.

"y/n, hey!" you looked up to see your ex, at first you were confused because frankly, you didn't recognize him. he had changed a lot about himself, physically, dying his hair and dressing different.

part of you already had an idea where this was going. so, you just smiled at him and tried your best to be polite.

"oh, hello." yep, polite, but not nice so that it would lead him on. he stated blabbing on about how he had changed a lot lately, talking about things from the food he liked to the music he listened to. you noticed that it was all things that you had done or liked back when the two of you were together. it was kind of creeping you out.

"i guess what i'm trying to say is: will you please give me another chance. we should be much more compatible now-" you watched half in amusement and half in shock as a cone of ice cream was sat on his freshly coiffed hair.

your ex whirled around in anger, but immediately when dead still when he saw who did it: your boyfriend, barou. he was now holding only one ice cream as he stared down on your ex.

"you dare to speak to MY servant? begone from my sight, you filthy donkey." his words were spat with a venom as he threateningly stepped towards your ex who ran away.

he grumbled and handed you the ice cream he didn't shove on your ex's head, watching as you looked at him with stars in your eyes. he just huffed and ruffled your hair, looking away to hide the slight flush on his cheeks.

"he won't bother you again, but you better share your ice cream with me as a thanks."

jingo would swing on sight. i’m being so deadass he would sucker punch them and spit on them before looking at you all smiley and walking out while holding your hand.

while on a date with raichi, you had lost him in the aisles of the target that you had chosen to torment. you and him had been having a grand time while terrorizing everyone there with your boisterous cackles at any little thing that slightly amused you.

you had looped around an aisle to find him after walking too fast and he was no where in sight. at first you thought he was hiding from you as a joke so you jumped at the beginning of every aisle to try to catch him off guard. but no one was there.

well no one except your ex. because of course he was there. why wouldn't he be in this random target while you just happened to by separated from your boyfriend?

he wasn't a terrible person per say, but he just had a tendency to choose other things or people over you. that was just something that gnawed at you until you snapped which lead to this big fight, where he accused you of making everything up. that was the last straw for you so you broke up with him and never spoke to him, ignoring his calls until they stopped coming.

but here he was, standing directly in front of you, a wobbly smile on his lips that didn't match the look in his eyes. "hey, honey. how've you been? i've been really bad without you..."

you didn't answer and just stared at him while backing off slightly. he just continued, taking a step forward for every one you took back.

"i really miss you, you make me complete"

"you don't really mean that." the words flew from your lips before you could think, speaking the cold and harsh truth. he knew that as his expression turned in anger, taking a bigger step towards you.

but he was immediately thrown back by a fist ramming right against his cheek. he flew back and stood there stunned, taking in the sight of your boyfriend. his widened eyes, sharp teeth, and muscular form. raichi was cracking his knuckles as he growled at the guy.

your ex was about to swing back only to be punched straight in the nose, falling to the ground, being temporarily knocked out. raichi spat on him and turned to you, grimace turning into a sweet grin. he held your hand as an employee kicked you out of the store.

"we're definitely banned, don't regret it though angel, there are other targets."

rensuke would be just annoyed. he knows what he looks like compared to most men and just stands behind you while looking at the guy, doesn’t even have to do anything.

you were sitting at a table in your favorite restaurant while kunigami went to park the car, wanting to optimize the time that it would take to wait for a table. surprisingly, it wasn't very packed so you were able to get one as soon as you asked the hostess.

so, here you sat, sipping on your water as you waited for your boyfriend to come back to join you.

what you didn't expect was to feel an unfamiliar hand on your shoulder, turning to see your ex. he wasn't anything special; the typical cheater. he was so sweet to you at the beginning of it all, treating you as if he was your world almost instantly. that really should have only clued to you that he was hiding something.

he cheated on you with not only one person, but THREE. so he was the furthest from someone you could get back together with. so when he started doing the same sweet lines that he had given you during the beginning of your relationship, a familiar sense of dread set in.

"hey there pretty, missed ya so much, why don't i join you here?"

you just shook your head as you noticed rensuke approaching from the front of the restaurant. you had stopped listening to your ex and you watched his form talk to the hostess.

she pointed in your direction, and you watched as his gaze moved upon you and the predicament you were in. he sent an apologetic smile your way as he walked with a slight haste you way.

"...and those are the reasons why we would be perfect if we got back together." he finished off a long spiel that you, frankly, weren't listening to. you just nodded, watching as rensuke settled behind the guy, waiting for him to notice.

"that's nice and all, it's just: i already have a boyfriend. plus, you cheated on me." your ex just sighed and began to start complimenting you, saying he was such a fool.

rensuke cleared his throat as he stood with his arms crossed, a brow quirked. he was kinda hot like this, to be honest. your ex just turned around and when he saw him, you saw his eyes widen.

your ex just looked between the two of you, acknowledging your loving gaze at the other man, he just sighed and left. rensuke snickered and sat across from you, flipping through the menu.

"can't take ya anywhere, can i, sweetheart?"

meguru would go like feral. he would start talking to the monster in front of the dude and just make him think he was batshit crazy. i mean, it worked, so whatever.

you were sitting with bachira on a bench while he idly chattered about bees. you just smiled as you listened to him list off all sorts of things that you couldn't understand through the jumbling of his words from excitement.

suddenly, your pleasant afternoon was interrupted by a voice shouting your name. you turned to see you ex running up to you with a smile. he never really left you alone, even after you had broken up. always happy to see you and insert himself into anything that you were doing. like a nosey dog. somehow, he was everywhere you were, like he knew you'd be there.

"heya! how've you been, missed you!" he went in for a side-hug but you scooted further into bachira's side, skirting away from it. bachira had long forgotten his beloved bees, instead scrutinizing your ex with a hollow, yellow gaze.

"hey..." you trailed off, lookng away as he sat down, squeezing into the two person bench, legs against yours. so you leaned further into bachira, relishing in the arm he draped over the back of the bench to rest around your shoulders. you also saw the glare your ex shot his way.

"just wanted you to know that i've really missed you, and i'm practically begging you for another chance!" his tone was chipper as his eyes glared harshly into your boyfriend, holding all but friendliness.

bachira suddenly burst into laughter, cackling like a maniac. he looked at the ground in front of the two of you, as if something was there.

"d'you hear the never of this guy? flirting with my partner right in front of me?" he spoke to nothing, it took you a little aback at first before remembering about his 'monster.' your ex just looked at him with wide eyes, clearly freaked out.

bachira nodded at the spot, mumbling agreements. he suddenly turned to your ex, looking him dead in the eye, piercing into him. his face was blank, eyes wide and empty, the only expression was a smirk on his lips.

"the monster in me says that the world would be better of without you... and i agree." your ex jumped up and muttered a goodbye to you before speedwalking away.

you turned to bachira and watched him shake his head like a dog, expression returning to normal as he looked at you with sparkly eyes and a genuine smile. your heart returned to normal as he kissed your shoulder.

"i may be crazy for you, sweet thing, but i'm not actually crazy. yet..."

okkotsuus 23

[makncheese12]

Top Shelf pt. 5

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 6, Part 7

Masterlist

Summary: being the kid of a well-known book store owner was easy, so was running into famous people. But being book smart doesn’t make everyone people smart.

A/N: the location set for where they eat isn’t a place in New York I think but it is where I’m from so I’m using it🥲

You guys would be astonished if you knew who the characters I created represented

I had a hard time writing for the character I put in here because I’m still not sure how to write people like her🥲

Warning: my writing, language,

Jenna Ortega x fem!reader

“I changed my mind,” Lyle says suddenly as you dry your hair off glancing toward him. Hair dye setting in hair that is now dyed half pink and half black as he smiles down at his phone.

The boy had an unhealthy obsession with dying his hair lately and you had to be the one to dye it.

“About what?” You ask tightening the towel around your body as you walk out of the bathroom and toward you closet. “This is my favorite.”

He holds up a picture of you and Jenna walking down the street from the last few days making you roll your eyes.

The two of you had hung out a quite a few times after the first time and you were starting to get used to the both her and the paparazzi’s presence in your life.

You were actually enjoying it. The scandal online of people thinking the two of you are dating with how much you two are together, not to mention the Instagram follow.

The photos that were taken of you both were decent.

It’s funny really. The pictures, the edits, being stopped suddenly in the street so Jenna could take a picture with a fan or sign something. You were enjoying seeing her interact with them and how different she acted with you.

The only downsides were the amount of threats and questions you were getting on Instagram. It got to the point where you had to turn off you messages.

Another being that when they took pictures of you it was always you looking at Jenna some type of way and it irked your nerves at how obvious your love struck state was.

“You just said that about the last one you saw.” You reply as you pull an outfit off the hangers.

“Yeah but this one is the one.” He says, rolling onto his back on your bed. “You two look so cute in it, plus your making lovey dovey eyes at her, as usual.”

You huff out before letting the towel drop and start to get dressed. “What’s you guys relationship, anyway?” He asks without looking up knowing you were changing.

What was it really? Truth be told, you didn’t know yourself.

“We’re friends, what else?” You say pulling your shirt over your head. He lets out a loud groan, plopping his phone down before rolling around on your bed.

“You cannot be serious right now.” He says now laying on his stomach and looking up at you.

You let out a huff pulling your pants up. You were just friends, friends who text and go out a lot. He was just jealous your time was being taken away from him surely.

You’d have to admit, spending time with Jenna was way better than spending time with Lyle. Not that you didn’t enjoy Lyle’s company it was just that Jenna gave you other feelings than Lyle ever could.

While Lyle made you feel disgust, happiness and frustration Jenna made you feel nervous, excitement and attraction.

The feelings were definitely different.

“You cannot be serious right now.” You repeat his words in a high pitch mocking tone before tossing your towel in the basket and making your way toward your desk.

“At what point will you take me seriously?” He asks as Achilles jumps on his back before settling into his new found seat.

“At what point will you be serious?” You ask. “Right now.” He replies, tossing his phone on the bed and looking toward you.

“You two are literally so cute together but very oblivious.” He says making you press your lips together and roll your eyes.

“I’m so serious, like,” he says sitting up and Achilles falls off before being picked up and put into his lap.

“I’ve seen the videos and pictures, one looking away while the others stares or the way you smile at each other.” He rambles as you let out a sigh.

It was true that you couldn’t deny your feelings for Jenna, Lyle knew that. The way she makes your heart beat faster at her unrelenting stare, the way her laugh makes you want to smile.

But you couldn’t assume her feelings for you, of course she wouldn’t have any other than friend ship.

“Just because you see something doesn’t make it real.” You reply, interrupting his list making him roll his eyes.

“I know what I see and I can see the attraction coming from both of you and onto the other.” He says menacingly stroking Achilles who purrs out closing his eyes.

“I never said I wasn’t attracted to her,” you argue shaking your head and he raises an eyebrow. “I just think she doesn’t feel the same thing.”

The man lets out a hum of slight disapproval. “Obliviousness is truly a torture.” He says clicking his tongue and shaking his head.

“You have to show your attraction, not that you already have with those looks but you also have to say and show it.” He finishes and you knit your eye brows together.

Did he straight up want you to confess without knowing if she returned the feeling?

“How exactly?” You raise an eyebrow at him and lean back into your desk chair.

“Allow me to demonstrate.” Oh god.

The man stands and grabs your arms to pull you onto the bed to sit next to him. He sits closer to you and makes sure to get into your personal space. “This is weird.” You mumble scooting away from him slightly.

He only responds by scooting closer to you and looking into your eyes. You look around for a moment, unsure of what he was doing.

He continues to stare and you continue to look away, avoiding his eyes. “There,”

“What?” You ask, now confused with the man who was supposedly trying to help you.

“You have this issue of not being able to hold eye contact, it’s a form of attraction through body language.” He says, smirking down at you as you roll your eyes.

“It makes you seem sexy and mysterious.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you before leaning in with a kissy face and you stop immediately with your palm. “You’re not sexy nor mysterious at all.”

“Yeah, but I try.” He shrugs leaning back slightly. “But it really should work if someone finds any attraction toward you.”

“Okay, cupid,” you snort before scooting away from him once again. “Only problem is is that I’m not attracted to you.” You finish as the boy scoots closer to you.

He once again ignores you as he yanks your legs to face him. “Pay attention, demonstration number two.”

He puts his legs in the same position as yours, along with his posture.

“What is this?” You ask, once again confused as the man copies your movements. “It’s a big sign mostly, copying the movement of the person you like or mirroring the position. you used to do it a lot in high school when you dated that senior chick.” He replies and you send him a glare.

“I did not date her.” You reply, crossing your legs. “Yeah,” he says copying your movements. “But you had sex with her it’s the same thing.”

“You and I have very different perspectives on dating— stop that!” You raise your voice slightly as the man uncrosses his legs along with yours.

“Demonstration number three!” He claps before leaning his shoulder toward yours, body very close to yours as you try to lean away from him.

“Let me guess,” you huff out pushing his shoulders away from your own.

The man never had any form of personal space, even in your early years or when you first met. He was always in someone’s bubble.

“They lean toward you while your talking to them, focusing only on you.” You say as the man leans closer with a cheeky smile.

“Ding ding ding.” The mimicked sound of a bell makes you roll your eyes. “And tonight I will be on the look out for those signs.” He says smiling to himself in thought.

“Speaking of,” you say standing up and grabbing a towel from a pile. “Let’s get your hair done so we can get ready to go.”

“Insta story!” He grabs his phone before rushing past you and into the bathroom. You shake your head and let out a quiet chuckle at his obsession with pictures.

You all had that obsession though. Posting pictures and moments you like to have for later and to look at when you got older or grew apart. Not that he’d ever allow that to happened.

But it got to the point where you were scared of the pictures he had, you knew he had bad ones but you didn’t know how many. The scary part was that he had the power to post it whenever he wanted.

He should be afraid of the ones you had too.

“Hurry, I need to get a good angle before you wash it all out.” He rushes as he holds in the camera to the mirror as you grab gloves and begin putting them on ignoring the clicking sounds.

“Don’t worry, I’ll only post the good ones of you so your boo doesn’t see your bad angle.” He says while scrolling through the pictures making you roll your eyes.

“She’s not my boo.” You mumble and he snorts. “Whatever you say.”

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“Remember,” the man walking next to you says after pulling your head phones off. “Look for my three attraction signs.”

You huff out and nod while scooting closer toward him as more people entered the train.

“And if she doesn’t show any signs?” You ask, chest against his as someone bumps into you. You both send a subtle glare before looking back toward each other.

“Then you show them,” he smirks down at you, hair tied up in a half up half down style but still having some strands cover his face. “I’m sure she’s not as dense as you are.”

You now send him the glare as you glance down at your phone before smiling at the sight of Jenna’s double text before texting back.

Jenna -

We’re on the way now:)

My friend can’t wait to meet you!

You -

Lyle is just as enthusiastic about meeting you

We’re on the train about be there

Jenna -

Cant wait to meet him

“‘Love struck’ is definitely the word to describe you.” Lyle states and your smile falls looking up at him.

“Don’t hide it now, I’ve already seen you smiling at your phone like she’s there for real.” He rolls his eyes before checking his own phone.

“Whose her friend anyway?” He asks and you shrug. “She won’t say, says it’s a surprise.”

“Great, yet another sexy and mysterious individual in our lives.” He shakes his head and you hit his chest with the back of your hand.

The train comes to a slow stop before the doors open allowing you both to make your way out and toward the exit.

It’s a struggle though as you move past the many people in the train station trying to find a way out without pushing.

“Jeez, the tourist this time of year are always so annoying.” The man mumbles, grabbing your hand. He was right, people wanting to spend Christmas in New York was a hassle but it was worse after Christmas was over.

“Watch it!” A man calls pushing past your shoulder. “Sorry..” You mumble getting closer to Lyle as the man glares down at you before moving through the crowd once more.

“Asshole.” Lyle mumbles, wrapping his arm through yours to keep you close as you both finally make it out of the crowded staircase.

“Come on, before we’re late meeting your boo and her friend.” The man pulls you through the street as you groan.

“She’s not my boo! Stop saying that it’s so weird.” You say as he drags you through the crowd. “But you want her to be.” He calls out in a sing song voice that makes you gag.

He slows down after a moment, deep in thought as you stare up at him.

Another moment goes by before he lets out a hum.

“You never really confirmed it,” he says glancing down toward you. “If you actually want her or not. Yeah, you said you were attracted to her but not if you actually liked her.”

The statement causes your entire face to heat up as you look away from the boy.

You never really thought about it, mostly thinking about how stunning she looked or when she would text and ask to hang out next. Never once did you think about if you could actually be in a real relationship with her.

“In a sense..” you mumble scratching the back of your head. He raises his eyebrow at you and waits patiently for you to finish.

You both take notice to people glancing in your direction, whispers suddenly surround you. Something you were still getting used to.

“I mean, I do like her.” You start your ramble and the boy smiles. “She’s amazing, perfect even. Her personality is even better than it is on TV, she’s funny, way more considerate of where I want to go with her, she talks just enough to where I can also talk, she’s absolutely gorgeous,” you continue your list and Lyle nods, smile growing as you speak.

He had never seen you so passionate about something other than the music you listen too or something you’ve hyper fixated on. So listening to you speak of something — or rather someone — else was definitely a sight for him to see.

He knew the brunette had you wrapped around her finger just by your long list, even if you didn’t know it yourself.

“And did I mention she has a great sense of style?” You suddenly come to a stop of your rambling. “I’ve seen it plenty to know.” He laughs and you groan out.

“Okay, so why don’t you make a move exactly?“ he asks and your smile falls.

“Why would she say yes to me?” You ask lowly as the boys smile falls to.

She had many other options with people who could treat her to a life of luxury or even just treat her better. So why would she pick the weird library kid who stays inside playing video games all day?

“You’re all those things too, minus to the style of course.” Lyle tries to comfort you only for you to elbow him in his gut.

“I’m being serious,” he laughs grabbing your arm and pushing it away lightly. “You’re just as amazing as anyone else. You don’t give yourself enough credit.” He finishes with a small smile.

You nod slowly before looking back forward and grabbing for his hand.

“Don’t be gross now.” You mumble and the boy chuckles to himself.

You both continue to walk through down the street before arriving at the location sent to you by Jenna making Lyle let out a loud gasp.

“Sushi?” He asks, arms spread out as he gestures to the red sign ‘Kenko’s habachi’ as if he was trying to hug it. “How’d she know?! What’d you tell her?” He questions are more of demands as he turns to you.

“Nothing, as I said.” You say, stuffing your hands in your pockets. “She has taste.”

A grimace is set on his face at your comment. “Please don’t tell me your referring to yourself.” Your face falls and you point to it, clearly annoyed at his comment after your last conversation.

“Kidding,” he says turning back toward the building like a child in a toy factory. “So how does this work? Do we go inside and wait?”

“We just wait, I usually do.” You say, taking a seat on a nearby bench as the man continues to stare up.

“What a good dog.” He replies only giving you a glance. “But what about seats?” He asks mc ignoring your loud huff.

“Usually taken care of.” You say before slipping your head phones back on and turning up the sound to drown out what ever he says.

You close your eyes and begin to think of the various ways this night could go. Lyle embarrassing you to death, the so called signs he wants you to use and look for, Jenna’s friend, how Jenna looks. Anything to pass the time before you come to a realization.

How long was she staying in New York?

She had been here for about a month and half now, at least since you’ve known her. She was bound to leave for LA again to be with her family and home again.

The thought made you feel some sort of dread. The relationship you both built could go crumbling down once she left and you couldn’t do anything about while all the way across the United States.

Then again what could you do? Ask her not to return to her home and stay with you? Not possible. You weren’t in any position to ask such a question but that wouldn’t stop you from begging if you had a choice to.

Who wouldn’t want to be on the knees in front of such a woman after all?

You’re pulled from your thoughts as your head phones are yanked off. Your eyes snap open to see Lyle glaring down toward, Jenna trying to hold in her laugh and a girl who’d you recognized after watching Jenna’s most recent show.

You didn’t know her name but you knew not to call her by the name you knew her by, that would end horrible on your end by Lyle.

“Hey,” Jenna says as you stand up and snatch your head phones back from Lyle. “Hey.” You reply and Lyle makes a face.

“‘Hey’? That’s it?” He whispers to himself as if he were expecting more and you send him a glare.

“We’ve gotta stop meeting like this.” Jenna says gesturing to your head phones as you put them back in their case.

“Are you suggesting that I have a head phone problem?” You ask, smirk in your face as you shove the container into your pocket.

She considers the question for a moment before nodding. “Maybe a little?” She says and your face falls as it does whenever Lyle tries to say something funny.

“I’m only saying you have them in all the time right before I see you.” She defends putting her hands up.

“What else am I meant to do? Just sit there or walk? No, I gotta have some sort of background noise that’s not yelling or cars honking.” You huff out and shake your head.

Jenna’s smile grows as she looks up at you.

You glance to Lyle who puts up a single finger mouthing ‘number one’ making you internally roll your eyes.

Your eyes travel back to Jenna who continues to smile and stare and you can’t help but agree with. The eye contact was insanely attractive when it came to her as you try your hardest not to look away from hers.

You both continue to stare unbeknownst to the pair beside you. It was starting to become unbearable for the two, is this all what you two did?

Sure, it was only a few moments that and passed but it was still awkward.

Lyles eyes travel to the girl Jenna brought as he presses his lips with a suggestive look on his face that makes the girl smile and nod in agreement to his silent statement.

“Well then!” Lyle calls out clapping his hands together. “Re-introductory time,” he smiles and holds out his hand to Jenna.

“Great to meet you again on less awkward time, I’m Lyle.” He says as she takes his hand and shakes it. “Nice to meet you, i’ve heard a lot about you.” She says and Lyle smirks.

“As have I about you.” Your cheeks rise in heat as you clear your throat and look away from the two.

“Oh! And this is Emma.” Jenna introduces and the girl steps forward with a adorable smile you can’t help but notice.

“Hi, I’ve also heard a lot about you.” She laughs as she shakes your hand. Jenna’s cheeks also get warm as she she sends a small kick to her friends foot you don’t seem to notice.

“It’s nice to meet you, Emma.” You say before Lyle begins rushing the three of you.

“Sushi time, let’s go. Let’s go!” The man states as you all make your way inside.

“I’m beginning to see what you meant by him being a bit much.” Jenna says watching Lyle make his way toward the fish tank like a child.

You huff out before going after him. “Dude,” you mumble as you watch him watch the fish. “You’ll get to eat some in a bit, stop slobbering on the glass.”

“You two really are bad at reading signs.” He replies, head turning side ways but eyes never leaving the tank. “You’re trying too hard to act natural, just relax.”

You scoff before pulling him back toward the duo only to see Emma whispering something to Jenna whose face had only become more red.

The waitress grabs four menus and makes her way toward the back of the restaurant.

“I love your hair, by the way.” Emma says, falling back to walk with Lyle who gives her a toothy smile. “Why thank you, I just got it done.” He says as if he had paid to get it done, you should have made him pay.

You watch as the waitress places the menus down in a booth before making your way to one side and taking a seat. Jenna not too far behind you as she subconsciously decides to sit with you.

Lyle looks back at Emma with the same suggestive look on his face as he allows her to enter first before following after.

He takes notice to how close you both sit and allows a small smirk to set into his face before opening his menu and slamming it shut immediately.

You send him a questioning look as you opening your own. You places his hand on the table and drums two fingers on the table, looking around trying to be discreet.

You let out a quiet huff before looking back down to your menu, unable to resist the urge to look through your peripheral view to see he was in fact right.

Jenna seemed to be doing what Lyle was doing earlier. Your legs were slightly tilted toward hers and so were hers, hands holding the menu as you did.

But then again she was very focused on said menu, not enough to be able to copy anything you were doing. You were glad he was sort of wrong but also disappointed.

“You’d definitely like the shrimp tempura, it’s actually cooked but also really good for sushi.” Lyle states as he points to Emma’s menu, elbows on the table as he leans over to look over her menu. You watch Emma’s eyebrows raise as he continues to recommend different things, clearly listening carefully as she nods along.

A small smile forms on your face, his lack of personal space was indeed always there. Even for strangers. But then again that was his specialty, finding friends by just simply being himself rather than acting awkward.

But then there was his humor that threw most people off, very dark. You were used to it though, him mentioning things that would put him in an insane asylum before laughing to himself making the people who get it laugh as well.

“What are you getting?” Jenna’s voice breaks you out of your thoughts as your eyes snap from Lyle and Emma to Jenna who seemed to be sitting much closer than before.

You lean over to look at her menu forgetting about your own in your hand as you point to the thing you get the most.

She scrunches her nose — the action absolutely adorable — slightly as she read the description, clearly displeased with you answer. “Really?”

You shrug before closing your own menu and sliding it forward. “It’s what I’ve eaten for the past few times, i think it’s good.” You lean against your hand on the table, body turned to her more.

She nods to herself for a moment before looking back down to her menu, once again you find yourself jealous of a menu.

Lyle takes notice to your longing stares and Jenna obliviousness take scowls in distaste at the sight.

With how much you talked about her he would think you would be flirting at this point with how much you’ve hung out. But no, you clearly are too much of an idiot not to see both you and Jenna’s body language toward each other.

“But what is the best platter?” Emma asks suddenly and your attention is suddenly drawn toward her as you lean over the table to talk.

He gapes at you for a moment, wondering why you would take your attention off your ‘date’ to recommended things to his before he got the chance.

You had a goddess next to you and you decided to talk about platters? He decides then and there it was time to take matters into his own hands.

His eyes travel to Jenna who no longer looks at her menu, instead toward you and Emma with a look in her eyes Lyle knows inside and out.

He stares at her and waits for a moment, clearly intent on getting her to look back at him and she does.

He narrows his eyes her before tilting his head which makes her in return knit her eye brows. He glances toward you then back to her before raising an eyebrow.

Jenna too glances at you before biting her lip nervously before looking back to him. He widens eyes while keeping his eyebrow raised and tilting his head to the side to gesture toward you.

Jenna hesitates for a moment, looking between Lyle and you before nodding along with Lyle who lets out a silent breath.

At least someone took his hints.

She sends him one last glance as you sit back into your seat, all four of you now waiting on the waitress, Lyle and Emma taking up a new conversation topic.

“I meant to tell you before,” Jenna says suddenly catching both you and Lyles attention. “Your outfit looks really nice.” The compliment is subtle yet noticeable.

You look down to look at your outfit you had actually tried on. Ever since you met Jenna you had actually been trying on looking good instead of wearing simple jeans and a sweat shirt. Not that you’d ever tell her that.

“Thank you, my mom actually bought this for me.” You say and Lyle froze before his eyes travel to you in horror.

Who responds to a compliment like that?

“Well, she knows what colors look good on you.” Retorts, saving her own compliment. It works as your face heats up and you smile before chuckling nervously as the waitress walks up you table.

Lyle felt his eye twitch as you order, the sudden urge to strangely you was set into his mind as his finger start to flex.

The audacity of you not complimenting her back was an atrocity.

His eyes travel to Jenna who seemed well satisfied with her compliment and your reaction, far more confident than before. It did not satisfy Lyle.

As the waiter walks away, Lyle felt the need to punish you for your crimes. He quickly kicks his foot out attempting to kick you but instantly regrets it.

“Ow!” Jenna calls out and his eyes go wide. “What’s wrong?” You ask as soon as the word leaves Jenna’s lips.

“Did you just kick me?” Jenna asks, looking up to Lyle whose face sets into panic before looking to you. The worried look on your features evident as you place a hand on Jenna’s arm. He decides this was a far better punishment.

“Yeah,” he nods and looks to you. “Did you just kick her?” The attitude in his accusation bewilders you as your mouth hangs open.

“What?” You ask, glaring at the boy who glares back. “Why would you kick her?” He asks, gesturing his hands toward you and you let out a laugh.

“That’s funny,” you say shaking your head at the boy who crosses his arms. “I’m sitting right next to her how would that be possibly?” You ask and the man shrugs in exaggeration.

“I don’t know, you tell me!” He says and you huff out. Jenna, the pain now forgotten, finds the petty argument amusing as Emma just sits there sipping her drink enjoying the drama completely oblivious to what’s going on.

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Lyle watches as the two of you speak while walking ahead, well more so Jenna talks and you stare shamelessly. You two walk closely, closer than the distance He and Emma walked together or just regular friends. Further proving his third demonstration to be correct.

His eyes travel to the paparazzi who also shamelessly stared and took pictures then back to you.

You two were to busy in your own little world to really notice. Now he sees why there were so many pictures, you two were just out there rather than hiding away in the safety of privacy.

The privacy you used to enjoy before Jenna, the privacy you needed for your family but just didn’t care anymore.

“Those two are so annoying,” he mumbles, catching Emma’s attention. “I mean, they’re clearly interesting in each other but Y/N doesn’t want to admit it!”

Emma’s eyes light up at his statement. “Exactly, thank you!” Emma says and the man’s eyes snap to hers. “All she talks about is Y/N.” Emma comes back to a sudden quietness the two had and his interest is now piqued.

“Go on,” he says, nudging her with his elbow and raising his eyebrows.

“I mean, she doesn’t only talk about Y/N but whenever she gets tracked up in her phone it always ‘Y/N texted’ or ‘I’m texting Y/N, hold on’. It’s ridiculous but what’s really annoying is when we try to get her to ask her out and she says that that’s a stupid thing to do and doesn’t think she likes her back or something.”

Lyle’s head snaps to her, eyes wide. “She thinks that?” He asks making them slow down so you two didn’t hear their conversation.

Emma hesitates for a moment, clearly debating if Jenna would like this or not but ultimately decides to nod.

“But why?” He asks and the girl tilts her head slightly in question. “I can understand Y/N because of many different reasons but Jenna? She can have castle full of people to choose from and they’d all want her.”

“Maybe that’s why,” Emma says. “Because of how many people she could possibly have, she doesn’t think that any want her for her.”

Lyle takes a moment to think that through and she was in fact right.

She met you by chance and you didn’t know who she was which most likely made the situation feel real. She could tell you about herself without you knowing information from online — true or not true— and you could tell her about yourself without lying to make her more interested in you.

It was all authentic and she could play it out her own way, especially with you already barely knowing her.

“You’re right,” he mumbles in response as he watches Jenna laugh and you smile at her. The smile was one he didn’t recognize, it was far warmer and soft than what he was used to.

Yes, she truly did have you wrapped around her finger.

“We should totally help each other out,” he says suddenly making the girls smile raise. “I could give you little pointers of what Y/N says and you give me one’s Jenna says, you know to keep things up to date for them.”

Emma’s eyes travel to the two of you as you both talk, still ignoring the paparazzi who try to get the best shots in strange positions.

“Plus, I do like to give Y/N little heart attacks so having information on Jenna would help with that.”

The girls smiles once again, clearly interesting on doing the same to Jenna as she pulls her phone out.

————

Lyle once again watches as you hug Jenna before she waves and gets into her car in absolute disgust and disappointment at how short a time you held her. You could have let it linger for a moment, he wouldn’t have minded waiting another moment.

She gets into the tented window car, Emma following suit as she taps her phone to Lyle who nods and throws her a thumbs up.

Her smirk doesn’t go unnoticed by Lyle as you shut the door behind and watch the cat drive off.

Once it’s completely out of view, he hits the back of your head with the back of his hand. And he does so very hard.

“Ow! What the hell!” You hiss out as your hand comes up to hold it. “I’m starting to see why you’re so worried,” he states angrily before turning on his heels and walking.

“You’re absolutely useless to my game of entertainment. You could have at least done a little bit of flirting.”

He continues to walk, now blocking out your yelling and argument as he sets in his plan to do something about this himself since you can’t do a single thing on your own anymore.

Read next part here! (Coming soon)

A/N: I know this is a itty bit rushed but idc cause the juicy stuff is going to happen now, me and my friend have decided to stop teasing and actually get this done.

[roosterforme]

King of the Road | Rooster x Reader

Summary: When Bradley picks you up from a night out, you thank him orally on the ride home.

Warnings: Fluff, smut, oral sex, cursing

Length: 1900 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This was written to accompany my series. But it can be read as a stand alone! Check my masterlist.

"Go have fun, Baby Girl. Call me when you want me to pick you up," Bradley told you, kissing your neck and nipping at you.  You leaned across the center of the front seat of his Bronco and placed a lingering kiss on his lips. "I'll call you around midnight," you whispered, before gently kissing the long scar on his neck. Then you hopped out onto the sidewalk, adjusting your short dress as you went. There was a line to get into the club for Ladies Throwback Night, with zero guys in sight.  "This is going to be so much fun!" Phoenix told you when you spotted her, and you both waved to Bradley as he pulled back into traffic. 

You recognized a lot of naval officers as you and Phoenix danced for hours with some other friends. The open bar was perhaps a little bit too enticing, so you kept going back for more drinks. Then your dancing got a little wilder, and you got to thinking about your boyfriend and how enticing he sounded at the moment.  "It's almost midnight!" you shouted over the music. "I'm going to call Bradley to pick me up soon. Want a ride home?" Phoenix shook her head. "Nah, I'll stay and get a Lyft later." ---------------------------------------- Bradley jumped up from the couch when you called. "Ready for me to come get you, Sweetheart?" "Yeah!" you said, but he could barely hear you over the music. "Come get me, sexy! I'm ready for you!" "On my way," he replied with a smirk. You were either tipsy, or horny, or both. He would deal with whatever you needed, based on what he found when he arrived at the club. But he was hoping you were horny.  When he pulled up to the curb in the club district about a half hour later, he saw you and Nat waiting further up on the sidewalk. And of course there were two guys chatting with you. "Thought this was supposed to be ladies' night," he muttered, putting the Bronco in park and turning the key. Bradley shook his head and looked at you in your skin tight red dress with your flushed cheeks. Your hair was messy now, and he was dying to touch you. He jumped out and walked around to the sidewalk. These guys were so obviously trying to pull you and Nat, he had to laugh. When you spotted him, your face lit up. "Bradley!" you called, wobbling a bit on your high heels as you took a few steps toward him. Oh, you were definitely pretty tipsy, and Nat didn't look much better.  The looks of dejection on the guys' faces as they turned and saw how big Bradley was made that smirk return to his face. "Bye Cooper! Bye Jackson!" you called to them, and they turned to slink down the sidewalk. You threw your arms around Bradley's neck and pressed the entire front of your body against his as you kissed him. He ran his fingers along your mostly exposed back before he pulled away and let his eyes dip down to your chest. You leaned back and pushed your tits harder against him, gazing up at him and biting your lip. Yeah, Bradley was getting lucky tonight.  "You girls have fun with Cooper and Jackson?" he asked sarcastically.  Nat giggled next to him. "They offered to take us to Pleasure Town." "What the fuck?!" Bradley asked, tightening his grip on you.  You and Nat erupted into laughter. "It's the name of a club around the corner," you told him, high fiving Phoenix when she raised her hand for you. "I told you it would piss him off," Nat said with a grin. "I'm going to head back inside. Night!" Bradley rolled his eyes and said, "Come on, Sweetheart. I'm taking you home. And then to Pleasure Town," he whispered, and you literally climbed him like a tree.  You were all giggly and grabby as he palmed your ass and carried you to the Bronco. "How much did you drink?" he asked as you started sucking on his Adam's apple.  "I mean.... I didn't keep track, Roo. It was nice, because it was all girls in the club, and I knew you'd come pick me up, so I didn't have to worry about it." Bradley held onto you possessively for an extra moment before he opened the door and set you down on the passenger seat. "I'll always take care of you," he promised, buckling you in and kissing the tops of your tits. "In every way." He heard you moaning as he closed the door and walked around to his door.  Bradley started the Bronco and pulled out into traffic, as you told him all about dancing with Phoenix. "So she was dancing like this," you said, shimmying back and forth. "And then I was doing like this sort of thing," you added, jerking around to a nonexistent song.  Bradley laughed; you looked absolutely ridiculously adorable. And now the strap of your dress was sliding off your shoulder and down your arm exposing even more of the tops of your tits. Bradley was pretty sure you weren't wearing a bra, and when you danced around again while he was at a red light, he leaned across the seat and kissed you there.  "Roo," you whispered as he licked as much of you as was exposed. He felt you thread your fingers through his hair just as the car behind him started honking.  Bradley shook his head before pressing the accelerator. "You looked too cute dancing like that. I'm happy you had a good time." Bradley had to reach down to adjust himself, and your eyes tracked his movement.  "What's wrong?" you asked, your voice dripping with innocence. Bradley adjusted his jeans again. "Nothing's wrong. You're just making me hard, Baby Girl. Dancing around in that tiny fucking dress with your tits on display. Your hair's a mess too. You look sexy." You scooted yourself a little closer to him, and soon he felt your hand on his thigh. He grinned as he drove, trying to maneuver around the late night traffic in the entertainment district.   "Thanks for picking me up. But you know, Roo.... sometimes it's nice when I get to take care of you." He felt your hand slide along the denim fabric of his jeans before your palm came to rest on his dick. He groaned loudly when you squeezed him and giggled again.  When you removed your hand from his throbbing cock, he let out the breath he'd been holding. But he glanced over to see you pulling your hair up into a ponytail and securing it with an elastic. Oh, he knew what that meant.... but surely not while he was driving. Then you were leaning toward him again, pulling his seatbelt up a bit, and reaching for the fly of his jeans. "Oh fuck," he moaned. He'd only been dreaming about getting road head for basically his entire adult life, but he never felt comfortable enough with a woman to ask for it. But here you were, already the perfect woman, and he didn't even need to ask.  You unbuttoned, unzipped and pulled his dick out. "What are you doing?" he asked breathlessly, changing lanes in traffic while you laughed and stretched out on your belly low along the seat. He already knew, but he wanted to hear you say it. "Gonna suck your cock," you said while you giggled even more. He felt all of his blood rush down south at your words. Bradley felt your hand wrap around him and he jumped against your palm. "You think that's funny, Baby Girl? You're awfully giggly down there." When he glanced across the seat, he saw the bare backs of your thighs were exposed almost up to your ass as your dress rode up higher. Then your lips touched his tip, and Bradley thought he was going to explode.  "Yes actually, I think sucking your cock is a lot of fun, Lieutenant," you told him as you stroked him with your hands and licked around his tip.  He had to force himself to keep his eyes on the road instead of looking down to watch you kitten licking his dick. "Shit, Sweetheart. Okay, okay, this is hot." "Mmm," you hummed as you sucked on the head of his penis like it was a lollipop. "Better keep your eyes on the road, Roo," you told him before taking more of him between your lips.  "Fuck! And you better keep that seatbelt on," he warned as he stopped at another red light. He tilted his head to the left and leaned down to watch you bobbing your head up and down, sucking him hard as you took his entire length. "God damnit!"  More honking from behind him had him shifting his gaze back to the road. He made a left turn, swerving a bit out of his lane in the process. Your mouth felt somehow even better than usual as you swirled your tongue around him. He lifted his hips a bit as he drove to give you better access to him, and you hummed a bit in response. When a pickup truck pulled up next to the Bronco at the next stoplight, and Bradley tipped his head back, he was a little afraid someone would see what you were up to. He squeezed his eyes shut, panting and thrusting up into your mouth. "Feels so fucking good!" he grunted. You just bobbed faster in response, and Bradley grabbed the back of your neck and stroked you with his thumb. "Hey man! You're the king of the road!" shouted the passenger in the pickup as he caught a peek of what was happening in the Bronco. As soon as the light turned green, Bradley accelerated quickly with a smile on his face. "They definitely saw us," he informed you as you started bobbing faster. Then you started laughing again, and even that felt good to him. "Shit, Baby Girl," he grunted, making the final turn onto your street. You had worked your fingers gently inside his jeans and started gently massaging his balls. "Oh fuck. I'm really close." Bradley stopped the Bronco roughly in front of your house, slightly blocking the neighbor's driveway. He put it in park and leaned back a bit as you licked his full length, propped yourself up on your knees a bit, and went harder.  When he felt himself hit the back of your throat, he grasped you by the neck again and squeezed a little bit. You moaned as he filled your mouth with his cum, and your movements slowed as you lapped up every drop. With one final swirl of your tongue, you popped him out of your mouth and sat up. "Did you like that?" you asked, wiping the corner of your mouth with your index finger and licking it. Bradley pulled you closer to him, his hand still at the back of your neck, and kissed you hard, swiping his tongue into your mouth. He could taste himself faintly there. "That was incredible," he murmured against your lips, pulling back just slightly to look at your pretty face.  You licked your lips and smiled at him, rubbing the tip of your nose against his. "I always wanted to try that. Seemed like a fun time to do it, especially since you're a very safe driver. All about those seatbelts." Bradley smirked before putting the car in drive and moving the Bronco into your driveway. "Let's get inside so I can show you just how much I appreciated that."

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[hamsterclaw]

Replay

Taehyung's your roommate - you get along fine, you do your own thing and stay out of each others' way. Your relationship works perfectly the way it is, you don't want or need anything more out of it.

Pairing: Taehyung x F! reader, Yoongi x F! reader

Word count: 11k

Genre: College AU, smut

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Smut, swearing

You’re standing in a corner of the kitchen of the house party you’re at with your roommate Taehyung. 

You’re aware of the looks you’re attracting. Taehyung’s hot when he’s lounging around half-dressed in your living room, but fully dressed? When he’s made an effort? 

He’s devastating. 

Dark hair, dark brows often drawn together when he’s looking at someone, like they’re a puzzle he’s dying to work out, lips curled in a smirk. 

He dresses carefully, even for hastily thrown together house parties, but even the loosest of shirts don’t hide his broad shoulders, the lines of his torso tapering to hips that he knows how to move. 

Your roommate’s a sexy man. 

You’re pretty easy on the eyes yourself, especially today, when your hair’s doing what you want it to and your eyeliner’s sharp enough to cut glass. 

Together, you draw attention, and you’ve taken full advantage of it in the past. 

Your shared apartment with Taehyung has two bedrooms, set on opposite ends of a hallway with your living room in between, which is just as well. You’ve got no desire to hear your sexy roommate’s pillow talk, nor for him to hear you getting off with your man of choice. 

Taehyung sips his drink and tilts his head at you. 

‘I might go early,’ he tells you. ‘I haven’t even started Monday’s assignment.’ 

‘You’ve got the weekend,’ you say, easy. 

‘I don’t want to lose tomorrow too,’ he says, shrugging. ‘You don’t need me, anyway.’ 

You’re distracted by the arrival of the basketball team. ‘Hmm?’ 

Taehyung dips close enough for his breath to tickle your ear. You lean back, startled. You rarely touch each other, you know some friends do but you’re not a touchy person and you didn’t think Taehyung was either. 

‘Now that I have your attention,’ he says pointedly, rolling his eyes, ‘I’m gonna go. Say ‘hi’ to Yoongi for me. Don’t fuck in communal spaces.’ 

‘Stay for a bit,’ you plead, grabbing his shirt as he turns away. 

Taehyung looks down at your hand. ‘Pick up brunch for us tomorrow and I’ll wing you.’

‘Deal,’ you say. 

You both turn as you’re approached by Kim Namjoon, basketball captain and the most promiscuous man you know.

‘Hey,’ he says, leaning against the counter, dimpling at you. 

‘Hi Namjoon,’ you say. 

Taehyung raises a brow as Namjoon acts like he’s interested in your drink.

You’re about to offer Namjoon a sip when there’s a huff of breath, then a gravelly voice.

‘Y/N, Tae,’ Min Yoongi says, nodding to both of you in greeting.

‘Hi Yoongi,’ you say. You smile at him, and he gives you a long look that makes you feel flushed, warm.

Kim Namjoon captains the basketball team, but Yoongi’s the only person you ever watch on the rare occasion you find yourself at a game. 

He’s ethereal, with his beautiful skin and dark eyes, and his hands and forearms have featured in all your nastiest fantasies.

You have needs, and tonight, you want Yoongi to see to them.

Taehyung’s already hustling Namjoon away, throwing you a smirk over his shoulder as he leaves you with Yoongi.

Yoongi watches you take a sip of your drink.

‘Want some?’ you ask, tipping your plastic cup towards him.

Yoongi says, cool, so confident you can already feel yourself melting at his feet, ‘yeah.’

He downs what's in your cup and sets it down on the counter.

‘Let me get you a better drink,’ he says, hanging his head, looking up at you, lips curled in a smirk.

You wonder what his lips might feel like on you.

‘I have wine at mine,’ you say, bold.

He keeps looking at you, smile playing on his lips. 

‘Yeah?’

‘Yeah,’ you say.

Yoongi tilts his head. ‘Lead the way.’

***

Yoongi’s got your skirt hiked up, panties by your ankles, and his mouth on your cunt. 

He licks another stripe along your folds, slow, deliberate.

You reach up, grasp his forearm.

He snickers, following it up with another long slow lick.

‘You want my fingers?’ he asks. 

‘Yeah,’ you plead. ‘Want you.’

You’re arched back against your headboard, trying not to scream when there’s a knock at your door.

‘Hey,’ Taehyung calls through the door. ‘You ok?’

Yoongi looks up from where he’s poised over your cunt, sees your hands covering your own mouth.

‘We’re good, bro,’ he answers, sliding his fingers into you.

Your mouth opens to moan, and Yoongi’s other hand comes up to cover your mouth. 

Taehyung knocks again, more insistent this time.

‘I want to hear you, Y/N. Are you all right?’

Yoongi’s fingers start moving in and out of you as he shrugs and uncovers your mouth.

‘Yeah,’ you say, trying not to moan again. ‘I’m good, Tae, thanks for checking.’

Taehyung says, ‘Yeah. I’m in my room if you need anything.’

‘Damn,’ Yoongi murmurs as you hear Taehyung walking away. ‘You guys look out for each other like that a lot?’

You whimper as Yoongi shoves his jeans down, moves on top of you.

‘Can’t be too careful,’ you say, breathless.

Yoongi’s unrolling a condom on his pretty dick, nudging into you slowly.

He groans as he eases into you, letting out a breath when he’s all the way in.

You clench around him helplessly, the stretch of him’s so damn good you could come from this alone.

Yoongi rolls his hips, grinding, hitting you so deep you see stars behind your eyelids every time he thrusts.

‘You good?’ he asks. He’s genuinely waiting for an answer, and your heart flutters a little when you realise.

‘Yeah,’ you affirm, smiling up at him.

Yoongi stares at you for a moment, mutters something that sounds like ‘so fucking pretty’, that you would ask him to repeat if he wasn’t fucking you so well.

You cry his name as you come, tightening around his cock.

‘Good girl,’ praises Yoongi, the gravel in his voice somehow both sexy and soothing.

His thrusts slow, his rhythm changes, and he groans ‘baby, fuck, fuck!’ as he comes.

He pulls out, ties off the condom and tosses it with a careless flick into your bin.

‘All in the wrist,’ you comment. 

Yoongi, now flat on his back on your bed, arm over his face, chuckles. 

‘You’re an idiot.’

Then, he sits up, scanning your face like he’s worried he’s upset you.

‘I’m just teasing you,’ he tells you.

You’re already getting up to use the bathroom. 

‘I know, Yoongi,’ you reply. ‘Want some water?’

‘I should get going,’ he says.

You shrug. ‘You can stay if you want.’

‘I’ve got basketball in the morning,’ he replies.

‘Sure,’ you say.

You walk him out, bid him goodbye at the door.

There’s crockery rattling in the kitchen, Taehyung’s smoky tenor caressing the notes of a jazz classic.

You stop in the doorway to listen.

Taehyung’s got a stunning voice, the first time you came back early from classes and heard him, you’d thought it was a recording.

He turns his head, spots you, doesn’t miss a beat.

You pour yourself a glass of water and take a seat at the kitchen counter.

Without asking, Taehyung lays a bowl in front of you, chopsticks together angled at a skew. 

‘Thanks,’ you say, gratefully. 

You eat quietly as Taehyung sings. The song segues into another, words crooned low over the tinkling of an accompanying piano. 

He joins you at the counter eventually with his own bowl.

‘You good?’ he asks.

You have a sudden flashback to Yoongi buried inside you, asking the same.

You give Taehyung a half-smile.

‘Yeah good.’

‘How come Yoongi didn’t stay?’ Taehyung asks.

‘He said he had basketball in the morning,’ you reply. 

You don’t want it to sting but it does. 

Taehyung shrugs. ‘Maybe you’re just not that interesting out of bed,’ he says, deadpan.

‘Yeah,’ you agree, just as deadpan.

‘It’s probably more that he’s an idiot,’ Taehyung continues. 

You shrug. 

‘Wanna watch TV, Tae?’

‘Yeah. Go set it up and I’ll bring us ice cream.’

You’re curled up in your corner of the couch, blanket pulled over you, when Taehyung enters.

He hands you a tub and a spoon and settles in his corner. 

‘Are you really ok?’ he asks, not looking at you.

‘Yeah.’

You wait for him to say something else, but he just hums. 

Predictably, he’s asleep before the opening credits have even finished, but his presence is comforting all the same.

***

You’re at the diner with Taehyung the next morning when he says, ‘don’t look now, your fuckboi’s here with his teammates.’

You grimace. ‘Think they might not see us?’

Taehyung says, ‘he’s heading over here.’

You don’t have time to ask who before Min Yoongi’s standing by your booth.

‘Hey,’ he says, tilting his head at you.

You smile at him, grateful you’d at least taken the time to do your skincare this morning before coming out.

‘Hey Yoongi.’

‘Can I get your number?’ he asks.

You reel off your digits, voice steady even though your heart’s beating triple speed.

‘Ok,’ Yoongi says. The tip of his tongue pokes through his lips briefly, and your phone vibrates in your pocket.

‘Can I call you later?’ Yoongi asks.

‘Sure,’ you say, light, casual.

Yoongi nods at Taehyung, and then he’s off.

You pick up a forkful of pancakes to give your hands something to do.

‘Guess you’re not that uninteresting after all,’ Taehyung teases.

‘Yeah, and guess he’s not that much of an idiot,’ you agree.

Taehyung laughs. ‘At least now you can stop sulking.’

You’d deny you were ever sulking but Taehyung knows you too well.

***

It’s another Friday night, and you have a date with Yoongi. It’s only a movie, but he’s picking you up and you’re excited and there’s that.

You’re pouring yourself a glass of water in the kitchen when Taehyung walks in.

‘Wow,’ you say, impressed.

Your roommate’s sharply styled tonight, his hair away from his face, shirt falling perfectly against his lean frame. The chain around his neck glints in the light as he moves. He smells good, fresh.

‘Wow yourself,’ he replies. ‘Date with Yoongi?’

‘Going to the movies,’ you tell him. ‘You?’

‘I’ve got a dinner date,’ he says. ‘We’ll probably come back here after.’

‘I’ll be out late,’ you say. ‘No sex in communal spaces.’

Taehyung laughs at the mantra you’ve got into the habit of tossing at each other instead of a goodbye, and waves as he leaves.

When the doorbell rings you hurry to open it.

Yoongi’s standing in your doorway, all longish dark hair and silver earrings, smile crooked.

‘Hey pretty girl,’ he says, like he practised it, and butterflies flutter in your stomach anyway, because you’ve always been a sucker for a compliment from a gorgeous guy. 

‘Hey,’ you say. You grab your keys off the hall table and step out. He doesn’t move back like you expected him to, so you end up pressed against him as you shut the door behind you.

You look at him and raise an eyebrow.

He smirks at you. 

‘I’d like popcorn,’ you say.

Yoongi slips his arm around your shoulders. 

‘Yeah? I’ll get you some,’ he promises. 

You lean into his chest as you head for the lifts. 

‘I heard the movie’s scary,’ he says, as you get into the lift. ‘Are you gonna hold my hand?’

‘I like horror movies,’ you tell him.

‘But what about me? I might get scared,’ he says.

‘Don’t worry, I can hold your hand at the scary parts.’

Yoongi says, ‘yeah?’

‘Promise,’ you say. 

Yoongi grins at you. ‘We’d better practice holding hands now.’

You have to laugh at his expression. You push at his chest lightly, but when his hand comes up to grasp yours, you don’t pull away.

***

By the time you and Yoongi get back from the movie, the living room is dark but the kitchen light’s on.

‘Want a drink?’ you offer. ‘I have beer.’

You enter the kitchen and are confronted with your roommate’s bare chest, sweats slung low around his hips.

He mumbles a greeting, turns to grab a cup, revealing scratch marks all over his back.

‘Fuck, are you ok? Your back.’

Taehyung’s grin is boxy, wide, reminding you why he has the reputation he has around campus.

He passes you a couple beers, cracks one open for himself. 

‘Gigi’s still here,’ he says. ‘I’ll see you in the morning. Brunch?’

‘Brunch,’ you agree. 

He tilts his beer at you in a toast, and saunters out.

You can hear him greeting Yoongi as he heads back to his room.

Yoongi raises a brow at you. ‘Is he high?’

‘Possibly,’ you reply. ‘Are you still scared from the movie? Do I need to hold your hand again?’

Yoongi nods so seriously you’re almost fooled.

He takes your hand and tugs you into your room, onto your bed.

‘What should we do now?’ you ask, feigning innocence.

Yoongi laughs, tugs gently at the strap of your dress with his teeth. 

He pulls down, letting the strap fall off your shoulder, exposing the top of your left breast.

He brushes his lips over your rounded flesh, tongue flicking between to lick, and you shiver.

‘Cold?’ Yoongi asks, watching you intently as he blows over your exposed nipple.

You can’t stop the moan from spilling out as he flicks your nipple with his tongue.

Yoongi’s breath is warm on your skin, like his palm as he slides it over your bare thigh, under your skirt. 

The tips of his long fingers brush between your legs, and you let out an involuntary hum. 

‘Yeah, you’re cold,’ Yoongi says, confident, decisive. 

He leans over you, pushing you down on the bed under him. ‘Come on, I’ll warm you up.’ 

Fuck, he does. 

***

You and Taehyung are halfway through your breakfast plates at the diner before you even speak to each other. 

‘If this place ever closes we’ll be fucked,’ Taehyung says, mouth full. 

‘You’ll be fucking regardless,’ you say, unable to resist. ‘But yeah, we need this place to stay open.’ 

‘Why does fucking make me so hungry?’ wonders Taehyung. ‘I don’t feel this hungry after the gym.’ 

You snort. ‘When do you ever go to the gym?’

‘Jungkook’s been dragging me there.’ 

Taehyung flexes his arm. ‘See? This definition isn’t just my natural shape.’ 

You pretend to squint. ‘What? You mean being a noodle-armed weakling isn’t natural to you?’ 

Taehyung looks at you, mouth in a straight line. ‘You mean being a short ass isn’t natural to you?’

‘Ha ha ha ha,’ you scowl. 

‘Gigi says she likes your style,’ Taehyung says, shoving another forkful of sausage into his mouth, chewing open-mouthed. 

‘Yeah? I like hers too, apart from her taste in fuckbuddies,’ you retort. 

‘She says you have a great ass.’ 

‘Oh my god, can you shut up and let me eat in peace,’ you grumble. 

‘Does Yoongi say anything about me?’ Taehyung asks. 

‘Yeah, he’s always asking if you’re high.’

Taehyung snorts. ‘Rich coming from a scrappy athlete with a bad reputation.’ 

‘He doesn’t have a bad reputation.’ 

‘Please. If he wasn’t the biggest fuckboy around you wouldn’t even be interested.’ 

‘What? I don’t just date fuckboys,’ you protest, weakly, trying to remember the last boy you actually dated. 

‘You live with me,’ Taehyung reminds you, rolling his eyes. 

‘You don’t have a bad reputa –’ 

You cut yourself off midsentence. ‘Yeah ok. And?’ 

‘And nothing. I like living with you. You’re easy.’ 

Your eyebrows lift and you toss a napkin at him. 

‘Easy to live with,’ Taehyung amends. 

He laughs. ‘Can you get the waitress’ attention, we’re gonna need more potato waffles.’

‘Get her yourself,’ you say. 

‘Don’t be mad,’ Taehyung coaxes. ‘I’m easy too.’ 

You look at the way he’s sitting, leaning back, legs spread wide in his grey sweats, the neck of his t-shirt so wide you can see all of his collarbones, and your fit of pique fades. 

‘I like living with you too,’ you say. 

You tip your juice towards him, and he brings his own drink forward to toast. 

‘To cheap breakfasts,’ he says. 

‘And easy lays,’ you reply. 

Taehyung’s grin flashes at you, the wide boxy grin he reserves for when he’s genuinely amused, and you can’t help but smile back. 

***

The thud that comes from the living room is muffled, like whoever made it is trying to be quiet. 

You’re only half awake, and falling back asleep again when you hear another sound, the thump of a knee against the edge of the sofa. 

You pick up your phone, squinting at the time. 

3am. 

You sit up. 

‘What are you doing, Tae?’ you mutter to yourself, getting up. 

You stumble to the living room, eyes trying to adjust to the dark. 

You can see him standing in the middle of the living room, and have a sense of unreality when you can hear a key in the front door. 

Realisation pierces through you, and you turn back to the intruder in your living room. 

Your mouth opens, and the intruder flees, heading straight for your balcony doors, which you’ve just noticed, are ajar. 

Taehyung walks in, startled to see you. 

‘Tae! There’s a man in our apartment!’ you blurt out. 

Taehyung and you rush for the balcony but by the time you get there there’s no trace of the man. 

‘Shit, the lock’s broken,’ Taehyung says. 

‘I’m gonna call the police,’ you tell him. 

‘Are you ok? What happened?’

Taehyung takes your arm.

‘Shit Tae, you smell like —’

Taehyung grimaces. ‘Yeah, sorry. The guys were going hard tonight.’

By the time you’ve made your report, Taehyung’s showered and made you both tea. 

‘I don’t think anything’s missing, all our stuff’s still here,’ you say. 

‘Yeah,’ Taehyung agrees. He shivers. ‘Sorry I wasn’t here.’

‘Fuck, that was scary,’ you say. Now that the adrenaline’s wearing off, you’re starting to feel sleepy. 

You glance at the balcony door. ‘What are we going to do about that?’ 

‘We should set a trap,’ Taehyung says, authoritatively. 

You glare at him. ‘Are you still high?’ 

‘Shit, not when you look at me like that,’ Taehyung replies. 

You sigh. ‘Go to bed, Tae.’ 

‘No, I can fix it,’ Taehyung insists. He goes to his room, and is gone for so long you’re about to go and check on him when he returns. 

‘What the fuck, Tae?’ 

Taehyung just raises an eyebrow at you. 

He walks over to the balcony doors, snaps them closed, and ties the handles together with the red silk ties he came out with, deftly. 

He tests the knots with an expertise you’re almost afraid to ask how he acquired. 

You find yourself smiling, reluctantly, for the first time since you woke up. 

‘Fucking hell, Kim Taehyung.’ 

Taehyung turns to you, completely straight-faced, apart from a tell-tale quiver of his lips. 

‘I have some left over,’ he tells you, feigning innocence. 

‘Fucking hell, Kim Taehyung.’ 

‘If you’re not feeling safe, I can sleep in your room with you, for tonight,’ he offers. 

‘Get the fuck out, Tae.’ 

‘I don’t have to bring my ropes.’ 

‘Shibari.’ 

‘Actually, it’s Kinbaku.’ 

Taehyung drops the ties on the couch and walks carefully around it. 

He puts a hand on your back. ‘Come on. I’ll walk you to your room, ok?’ 

Against your better judgement, you let him lead you to your bedroom. 

Taehyung pulls the covers back, helps you get settled in and rearranges them over you. 

Fully dressed, he lies on top of the covers next to you. 

‘Go to sleep,’ he says, rolling on his back, closing his eyes. 

His quiet, easy breathing fills the silence, and before you know it, you’re asleep. 

***

The sun’s setting, so you go out on your balcony to watch. It’s chilly still but more spring than winter.

Your heels rattle against the grate as you make your way to one of the garden chairs you and Tae picked up at the flea market when you first moved in together.

Yoongi’s coming to pick you up in a half hour, a proper date you think, you’re going to pick up food together before a house party.

The front door to the apartment opens, you can hear Taehyung humming to himself.

A moment later he’s peering out the balcony doors at you.

‘You look nice,’ he tells you.

You’re surprised by his compliment. ‘Thanks Tae Tae.’

‘Hot date with a fuckboy?’ Taehyung asks. He takes the seat across the balcony from you, long legs stretching out in between. He tilts his face up to the setting sun, and for a moment you admire the beauty of his profile, cast in rosy golds and brilliant orange.

Your roommate is genuinely one of the most beautiful men you’ve ever met.

You realise he’s looking at you like he’s waiting for you to say something. 

‘Sorry,’ you say, smiling. ‘I got distracted by how pretty you look.’

Taehyung snorts. ‘You look pretty too. Your legs look as long as mine in those heels.’

You scoff. ‘Yeah, I’m as tall as you.’

You stand, and Taehyung stands too. 

For a moment you look up at his face.

Your hand reaches up to touch his shoulder but you veer off at the last minute.

You never touch him, really, but for some reason you want to, now.

Taehyung’s standing with his hands behind his back, face tilted down to yours.

His voice, when he says your name, is that low baritone you hear rumbling though the walls sometimes when he has someone in the bedroom with him.

More vibration than words.

Taehyung’s gaze is intent on you. 

The doorbell buzzes, and you step back, spell broken.

‘It’s probably Yoongi. Have a good night, Tae Tae.’

He’s already turning away.

***

Your friend Dahyun nudges you at the house party you ended up at. 

‘How are things with Yoongi?’

You shrug. ‘We’re still seeing each other. We just went to dinner before this.’

‘He took you to dinner? Good Christ, you’re practically married,’ Dahyun teases.

‘Got me dessert and everything,’ you deadpan.

She laughs. 

‘How’s Hobi?’ you ask.

‘He’s good,’ Dahyun replies. 

Dahyun’s been dating Hoseok on and off since first year. Personally, you’ve always liked him, he’s always treated her well and he’s always seemed kind hearted to you.

Speak of the devil.

Hoseok walks up to Dahyun and slides his arm around her waist with a possessiveness that makes you feel a pang of envy.

You can’t imagine Yoongi ever doing that to you.

It’s not that you don’t think he’d be proud to be seen with you, but he’s just not the kind of guy who’d want people to know his business.

You sip your drink as Hobi and Dahyun excuse themselves, probably to go make out in a dark corner.

It’s only when you get to the last mouthful that you realise how strong your drink is.

Shit. Why did you decide to wear these heels?

You teeter your way to the kitchen and nearly trip on a step.

There’s a warm hand on your arm, steadying you, Yoongi’s voice in your ear.

‘You ok?’

‘Yeah,’ you reply. 

‘I’m gonna go grab some food with Jimin and Namjoon, Jimin’s going through some shit.’

It takes you a moment to understand. 

‘Oh, ok. Sure.’

‘Can you get back home ok?’

‘Yeah,’ you say. ‘Sure.’

Yoongi looks at you a moment longer. 

‘I saw Taehyung here earlier, want me to see if I can find him for you?’

You straighten up. ‘Nah, I’m fine.’

Yoongi’s still got his eyes on your face. You’re glad it’s dark enough to hide how warm your face is.

You wave a hand, careless. ‘Don’t baby me, Yoongi.’

Yoongi snorts, but he leaves, casting a final glance at you before he exits with Jimin.

You wait a beat, then decide to look around for your friends.

You wander through the living room, spotting Hoseok and Dahyun cuddled up on one of the couches.

Near the stairs you spot Taehyung, leaning against the wall with a very tall girl with gorgeous hair draped over him.

He sees you, tilts his chin, his dark brows in a straight line, his expression unreadable.

You’re heading over to him when the girl undrapes herself and slinks towards the bathroom.

You stumble a little, and Taehyung reaches out to steady you.

‘Tipsy?’ he teases.

‘A bit,’ you confess. You slump against the wall next to him, trying to ignore the way the room’s spinning lazily.

‘I’m going home,’ you tell Taehyung.

‘Sure. Who’s taking you?’ Taehyung asks.

‘Taxi,’ you reply, waving your phone.

Taehyung rolls his eyes. ‘You can barely stand. Here, wait a bit, Tina and I will go with you.’

He pushes off the wall. ‘Stay here.’

‘Nah, I’m ok,’ you reply.

Taehyung just gives you a look.

‘I’m getting Tina, wait here.’

As soon as he disappears you look down at your phone. The screen’s all blurry. You swipe at it and give up, deciding it’s not your fault the screen’s wavy and swirly.

Shit.

You press back against the wall as some tall guy walks past. 

You vaguely recognise him as one of Yoongi’s teammates. Wonho? 

He stops next to you.

‘Hey, you’re Y/N, right?’ 

His voice is deep, not as deep as Yoongi’s or even Taehyung’s, but it’s got a pleasing mellow tone to it you like.

‘Yep,’ you say. You wish you could see his face better, but your eyes don’t seem to be working that well right now.

‘I like your dress,’ he says.

‘I don’t think it comes in your size,’ you tell him.

He laughs. ‘Can I get you a drink?’

‘Nah, I’m good,’ you say. 

‘Want to sit with me for a bit?’ he asks, leaning so close you can smell his shampoo. He smells good, but you think you’ve had enough.

Time to go home. 

‘I can’t sit in this dress,’ you inform him. ‘It’s too short.’

‘Shit, come and sit with me, I won’t look.’

He sounds like he’s flirting but you’re not really interested right now.

‘My roommate’s here. I need to find him,’ you say, apologetic.

You push off the wall and go off to search for Taehyung.

You just catch sight of him being dragged upstairs.

Damn.

Sighing, you try and pull out your phone, only to not be able to find it.

Double damn.

You find yourself at the door of the house, and decide there’s nothing for it. 

You’re going to have to walk home.

***

It’s still dark by the time you trudge the last few blocks home. 

You’ve sobered up some from walking around in the early morning chill, at least the pavement isn’t wavy anymore.

You pull your key out of your bag with cold hands,  and are trying to get your fingers to work enough to unlock the door, when it opens on its own.

‘What the fuck!’ Taehyung says. He grabs your arm and drags you inside.

You stare at him, uncomprehending. 

‘Where the fuck were you?’ Taehyung asks.

You realise he’s angry.

‘Uh?’ you mumble unintelligently.

You lean down to undo your heels and nearly tip over.

Taehyung catches you, helps you straighten up. 

‘You walked home like this? Are you stupid?’

You’re hurt at his tone.

‘What do you want, Tae?’ you ask tiredly.

You sit on the floor and start unbuckling your heels.

God, you’re sure they weren’t this difficult to get on. 

Taehyung makes an impatient sound and pushes your hands away.

You sit as he undoes your heels and pulls them off.

‘I told you to wait for me,’ he scolds. 

You glare at him, hoping the feeling returns to your feet soon so you can get up.

‘It’s dangerous to walk alone —- wait! Where the fuck are you going?’

You turn your head to look at him as you crawl away. 

‘Stop scolding me, my head hurts,’ you complain.

Taehyung sighs. 

Then he holds out a hand. ‘Come on, I’ll help you into bed.’

You give him your hand and nearly fall onto your face again.

Taehyung swears, then pulls you up. 

He’s stronger than he looks. Maybe he wasn’t lying about going to the gym with JK.

You mull this over as he helps you to your bedroom.

Taehyung deposits you on the bed. ‘Stay here.’

‘Ugh, get out,’ you complain as he heads for your dresser.

Taehyung rummages through your top drawer and turns to you, holding out a soft tee.

As he walks towards you there’s a soft thud on the carpet. 

You give him your best innocent look as your purple bullet vibrator rolls on the floor towards you, stopping at the foot of your bed.

Taehyung ignores it and hands you the tee. ‘Can you get changed on your own?’

You shrug. 

He rolls his eyes. ‘Get changed. I’m gonna bring you some water.’

You decide it’s not worth the energy arguing with him.

By the time Taehyung comes back with a glass of water, you’re in bed.

He sits on the covers next to you and hands you your phone.

‘Where did you get this?’ you ask.

‘Some dude, Wonho had it,’ Taehyung says. He runs a hand over his face. ‘Fuck! I nearly got into a fight with him, I thought he’d done something to you.’

This is news to you. 

You frown at Taehyung. ‘I saw you going upstairs with Tina.’ 

‘Fuck that, you’re drunk as fuck, you should have waited for me,’ Taehyung scolds. ‘I was only a few minutes.’

‘Two minute man?’ you ask. For some reason this strikes you as hilarious.

‘Obviously,’ Taehyung says, like he’s reaching the end of his patience, ‘Tina and I didn’t fuck because I l knew you were waiting for me.’

You’re still giggling. 

Taehyung stares at you, then he scoffs. ‘Are you hungry? I can fix us ramdon.’

You fall asleep considering his offer.

***

You’re looking up train times when there’s a knock on your door.

Taehyung pokes his head in. 

‘Going somewhere?’ he asks, raising a brow at your overnight bag.

‘It’s my dad,’ you tell him. ‘My mom called, he’s in the hospital.’

‘Shit,’ Taehyung says. ‘Is he ok?’

Concern’s written all over his face as he steps further into your room.

‘He’s had a heart attack,’ you say. 

You’re trying to stay calm but it’s hard, your nerves have been shot since your mom called.

‘Can you drive me to the train station?’ you ask.

‘Yeah, sure,’ Taehyung says instantly. ‘Give me five and I’ll take you.’

Taehyung loads your bag into the trunk along with his and gets into the car. 

‘What’s the hospital address?’ he asks.

You stare at him blankly. ‘Tae, it’s hours away.’

‘So I’ll drive you, you shouldn’t be alone,’ Taehyung tells you. He looks oddly serious. 

‘Thanks,’ you say finally.

Taehyung just nods. ‘Get your belt on.’

You lean back in your chair as he pulls out of the space. 

Outside, a light rain starts to fall.

***

It’s still raining when you get back home after seeing your dad at the hospital.

Your mom fusses over you and Taehyung, probably because of how incredibly kind he’d been at the hospital.

Your roommate’s showing a side to him you’ve never seen before.

You’ve seen glimpses of him being nice, of course, in the months you’ve been living with him, but you’ve never thought about him as anything more than a casual friend. 

And here he is being so supportive you could cry. 

Your mum’s gone up to her room when he catches you looking at him over your food.

He raises an eyebrow at you but doesn’t stop eating.

‘Thanks,’ you say, feeling like you need to say something. ‘Thanks for driving me here, and being so nice.’ 

Your throat closes on the last word, and you take a sip of water, trying to hide the prickle of tears behind your eyelids. 

‘You’re my friend, I’m just doing the same as you’ve done for me,’ Taehyung says. 

His voice is so warm, quiet, that it’s getting harder to hold the tears back. 

‘Yeah?’ you ask, voice trembling as you try valiantly to pull humour in. ‘I don’t even have a car, and you don’t fit on the back of my bike.’ 

You cast a glance at him, but he’s not looking at you either. 

‘You made me soup when I was unwell earlier in the year. You always cook extra for me.’ 

Taehyung’s big hand reaches out, plays with his glass. ‘You don’t mind washing some of my clothes when they accidentally get in your wash.’ 

You snort. ‘I knew it wasn’t an accident.’ 

‘They’re always so much softer when you wash them,’ Taehyung says, on a pout. 

Your eyes meet.

‘It goes both ways,’ Taehyung says. 

‘Like your dick?’ 

‘Shut up, your mom’s upstairs,’ Taehyung retorts. 

‘She knows about the birds and the bees,’ you say. 

You both laugh, and for the first time since you found out about your dad, the tightness in your chest eases a little. 

The tears that threatened to fall are long gone, which is just as well. 

You feel like you’re on the edge of a precipice, like you’re barely a step from big feelings about Taehyung that you don’t have the headspace to unpack right now. 

You glance at Taehyung, and realise he’s looking back at you. 

‘It’s a lot,’ you say. 

‘Yeah. We’re tired.’ 

He seems to understand. 

***

When you wake, Taehyung’s buried under the covers, the second duvet you’d grabbed from the linen closet wrapped snuggly around him. 

You’d known he was a blanket hog. You’d called it. 

You don’t have an excuse for the way you’re looking at him right now whilst he’s asleep, and you know you should stop. 

But his face, like this, is so beautiful it makes your heart flutter. His eyelashes are so long you wonder why you never noticed them before. 

He stirs, and you avert your gaze as he opens his eyes. 

He’s the first to speak. 

‘I like –’ 

You wonder how he’s going to finish his sentence. 

He clears his throat. 

‘I like your bed.’ 

‘Yeah?’ you ask. ‘You hog all the blankets.’ 

Taehyung turns over, onto his back, so he’s no longer facing you. 

‘I’m not wearing a shirt,’ he announces. 

You stare at the ceiling whilst you process this. 

‘I’ve seen you shirtless before,’ you point out. 

‘I’m not —’ 

He stops. 

‘Christ, Taehyung, you’re not naked under there are you?’ 

Taehyung starts humming as he uncovers himself, and it takes you a moment to realise he’s parodying a striptease. 

You burst out laughing. 

‘Stop, stop. I’m not drunk enough for this.’ 

Taehyung stops with his hand over the sheet covering his waist and waggles his eyebrows at you. 

You roll your eyes. ‘What do you want for breakfast? We’ll go and pick up something for my mom.’ 

You end up at the bakery near your house.

The woman behind the counter, Mrs Jeong, is a friend of your parents’. She presses a box of fresh pastries on you, waving you off when you offer to pay. 

‘I put extra in there for your man,’ Mrs Jeong says, nodding to Taehyung. 

‘He’s not my man,’ you reply, automatically. 

‘Thank you, auntie,’ Taehyung says, beaming as he takes the box. 

‘You’re such a slut for a bun,’ you complain, as soon as you’re out of the shop. 

Taehyung shrugs as he sips his coffee. ‘I drove you here, I’m looking after you and your mom. I’m your man.’ 

You sip your own coffee and adjust your sunglasses on your face. ‘Ugh. Come on, we should pick up some fruit too.’ 

By the time you get home, your mother’s up and preparing breakfast. 

It’s weird seeing your roommate like this, fully dressed and sitting up straight on a Saturday morning instead of shovelling pancakes into his mouth, slumped and hungover. 

You wonder if it’s weird for Taehyung to see you like this too. 

After breakfast, your mother heads to the hospital whilst you see Taehyung off. 

You pack him some pastries for the drive back and watch as he loads his overnight bag into the car. 

‘Hey, drive safe, ok?’ you say. 

He snorts. ‘I’ll definitely be safe, unlike you stumbling home drunk the other day.’ 

‘I didn’t want to cockblock you,’ you say, shrugging. 

Taehyung opens his car door, turns to face you. 

‘I can get laid anytime. It’s not everyday I find a roommate who has the same taste in food and shit TV as me.’ 

You furrow your brow. ‘You’d better wait until I get back to watch the next episode.’ 

Taehyung pretends to consider it. ‘Yeah we’ll see.’ 

He smiles at you. ‘Are you gonna be ok?’ 

‘Yeah,’ you promise. You almost feel like hugging him, but you never touch. 

It would be weird, right?

Taehyung’s turning back to his car, anyway. He gets in, rolls down the window. 

‘See you in a couple weeks?’ 

‘Yeah. Don’t fuck in —’ 

‘Communal spaces,’ he finishes. He laughs softly, and then he’s rolling up the window. 

You watch him drive down your road, until he turns the corner and you can’t see him anymore. 

***

You nudge the front door of your apartment open with your foot. Your mother had insisted on packing food for you and Taehyung when you left the house. You’d had to convince her you couldn’t possibly carry any more on the train with you. 

Your father’s back home and on the mend. 

You’ve got finals coming up soon, and although you’ve been keeping up to date with assignments whilst you’ve been at home, it’s good to be back. 

The apartment’s dark, you’re not sure if Taehyung’s home. 

You put your food down in the kitchen and head to your room. 

It’s exactly the way you left it.

You pull off your coat and head to the bathroom to take a shower. 

You’re back in the kitchen, heating up food, when you hear a key in the door. 

You step out to greet Taehyung, and realise he’s not alone. 

A pretty brunette in a green dress is standing next to him in your entryway, holding on to his arm as she slips her shoes off. 

‘Hey,’ Taehyung says, warmth in his voice. 

You smile, not sure why your heart feels like it’s in your mouth. 

‘Hey.’ 

You share your smile with the girl, and Taehyung says, belatedly, ‘This is Kira.’ 

‘Hey, nice to meet you,’ Kira says. She grins at you, and dimples pop in her cheeks. 

Damn, she’s cute. 

‘My mom made food for us. You guys should help yourselves,’ you say. 

You head back to the kitchen. 

Taehyung wanders in behind you with Kira. 

‘You want to eat something, babe?’ he asks, and there’s a pang in your chest at the endearment, a feeling you can’t name. 

You need to change the subject. 

‘You kept the place clean whilst I was away, I’m impressed,’ you say lightly. 

Taehyung looks pleased. ‘I’m glad you noticed. I even did some of your laundry.’ 

You feign shock. 

Kira giggles. 

Taehyung hands you a plate, and you sit to eat. 

‘How’s your mom and dad?’ he asks, quietly. 

‘They’re good. My dad’s back home. My mom’s feeling better about it all,’ you tell him. 

‘What happened?’ Kira asks. 

You explain as Taehyung heats up food for him and Kira. 

Your phone lights up on the kitchen counter. 

Taehyung glances at it. 

‘Yoongi was asking after you,’ he says, ‘last weekend. I told him about your dad.’ 

‘Yeah. He texted me a couple times.’ 

‘You gonna meet up with him?’ Taehyung asks. He’s looking at you now, an unreadable expression on his face. 

You shrug. ‘Maybe?’ 

Taehyung changes the subject. 

‘I was thinking we should have a party here next month,’ he says, sitting down opposite you at the kitchen table, next to Kira. 

‘Yeah. Right after finals?’ 

‘Yeah.’ 

‘Sounds great, Tae.’ 

Your phone lights up again. Taehyung raises an eyebrow at it. 

‘Looks like Wonho’s really trying to get in touch with you.’ 

You roll your eyes. ‘I don’t even know how he got my number, honestly.’ 

‘Probably from that time he found your phone at that party,’ Taehyung says. 

‘He’s cute,’ Kira says. 

‘I don’t like guys with muscles,’ you say, dismissive. 

You flick your eyes at Taehyung. ‘Just noodle arms.’ 

Taehyung laughs so hard he snorts broth through his nose. 

‘I’ve missed you,’ he says. 

‘I’ve missed you too, Tae.’ 

It’s the truest thing you’ve said today. 

There’s a fizz of something in the air between you as you lock eyes with Taehyung.

Kira’s looking at you and Taehyung thoughtfully. 

You get up. ‘I’m gonna go to bed. Nice to meet you, Kira.’ 

***

You’ve been busy the last few weeks, with finals and year end assignments. 

Taehyung and you have organised a schedule between you, there’s always food and you know when each other’s exams are so you can make sure you wake up on time. 

You haven’t seen Yoongi since you got back, which is just as well.

Once the semester ends you’re moving to another city, joining a publishing firm. 

It’s the end of an era.

Honestly, you’re more than a little apprehensive about moving out of your place with Taehyung, moving on with your life, but it’s starting to feel like it’s the right time.

If you never go to another club night in some dive with sticky floors, you think you can live with that.

You’re sitting in someone’s backyard at some house party, ass on the grass, with Taehyung sprawled out next to you.

Taehyung reaches out, flicks your bare thigh.

You ‘ouch’ exaggeratedly, move your leg away.

‘What are we gonna do when we’re not doing this every Friday?’ Taehyung asks.

You sip your drink, look up at the stars. 

You realise he’s waiting for an answer.

‘Not sure, Tae. We can do this on Friday nights if you want.’

‘Yeah I’ll come to your new place and we can drink together.’

He pokes your leg again, and you nudge his hand with your thigh.

You glance over and catch him looking at the hem of your short skirt.

‘You horny, Tae Tae?’

You expect him to make a joke of it, but he asks, voice low, ‘have you ever wondered what it might be like if we slept together?’

Your eyes meet, and he still seems completely sober.

‘I know you have fantasies about me,’ you say carefully, giving him another chance to make a joke of it, to stop before he crosses that invisible line between you that you both have always toed. 

Your roommate traces his finger along the line of your thigh, and your cunt tightens.

You let out a breath.

‘I do think about you,’ he says. He turns on his side on the grass, facing you, turned away from everyone else. 

His finger strokes another line down your thigh, then travels up, over the front of your thigh, stopping at the hem of your skirt.

You look straight at him as you let your thighs fall apart slightly.

Taehyung moves his hand, off the taut hem of your skirt. He bites his lip, and then reaches under, sliding between your legs with a confidence that makes your cunt tighten again.

The tips of his long fingers brush the fabric of your panties.

‘Are these those pretty purple panties?’ he asks.

‘You like those?’ you ask. 

He moves a little closer, pulls your thigh closer to him to make room for his hand.

It’s dark in this backyard, you doubt anyone can see anything.

As long as you can keep quiet.

Taehyung dips his head, brushing his lips against your bare thigh. You have the barest instant of warning, a flash of teeth, before he nips at your flesh.

‘Fuck, Tae,’ you breathe.

His hand between your legs has moved up so that his thumb can slide along your slit, his fingers braced on your upper thigh.

His face is so close to your cunt you can feel his breath on your thigh.

‘Not here,’ you say, grabbing his arm.

Fuck are you really doing this?

With Taehyung?

Taehyung gets up, adjusts himself and takes your hand.

When he looks at you, his eyes are dark with intent.

Unlike you, he seems pretty sure he wants this.

When your roommate commits to anything, he goes all in.

You guess you’re in too.

You follow Taehyung around the side of the house. 

He stops by the wall, backs up against it, pulls you to him.

‘Should I kiss you?’ he asks.

It’s enough to snap you out of the lust and booze fuelled haze you’re in.

The words come out before you can stop them.

‘Don’t you want to, Tae?’

Even you can hear the hurt in your voice.

It’s wrong, it’s too much.

Sadly, it’s not nearly enough.

Taehyung holds out his hand, says your name, but you’re too drunk and too raw to even look at him.

You stumble away, and Taehyung doesn’t go after you.

***

You wake in stages. 

Blink. 

There’s bright sun shining through the crack in the curtains, so it’s daytime.

Blink.

There’s the silky dress you wore last night draped over the chair, your tiny underthings laid carefully across it, so you got undressed yourself.

Blink.

Your head is full, your mouth dry, your stomach already growling its discontent, so you’re hungover.

You groan and sit up.

Blink.

Taehyung and the events of last night come back to you.

You nearly fucked your roommate, would have fucked him, if he hadn’t made it so obvious that you were just another body to him.

The only girl on campus he hasn’t fucked. 

Blink.

Wincing, you swing your legs onto the floor and get up.

Your head throbs. 

You pick up the glass of water by your bed and down it.

By the time you’ve showered and done your skincare, your stomach is making it impossible to concentrate on anything.

You step out your room and are startled by Taehyung standing just outside your door.

‘Shit,’ you say.

Taehyung says, ‘let’s go to brunch.’

***

It’s weird, to think that this is one of the last times you and Taehyung will do this.

You use your hunger as an excuse to avoid talking, and Taehyung doesn’t seem like he’s in a rush to say anything either.

‘It’s not that I don’t want to kiss you,’ he says, muffled over a mouthful of pancakes.

You grimace and spear a bite of sausage.

‘It’s fine, Tae, I was drunk and emotional.’

‘Don’t hide behind it, you weren’t that drunk.’

His voice rings out, clear as a bell. 

You look at each other. There’s frustration in his face, in the way his brows are drawn together, in the way his lips are in a straight line.

‘What are you saying, Tae?’

Your voice is soft, a vulnerability in it that you tend not to show.

You think Taehyung notices, because when he speaks again, his voice is soft too.

He sounds like when he speaks to you sometimes, when you wake up in the middle of the night still on the couch, the TV still on and he tells you to go to bed.

He sounds like when you’re out on the balcony some evenings after a tough day when only nicotine and talking shit will ease the tightness in your chest.

You’re so fucking fond of Taehyung, you realise now. 

He lives his own life, separate to you, but he’s always been there when you’ve needed him.

You don’t spend that much time talking, but you know him intimately all the same. 

You know he likes when you look after him a little, putting out food for him.

You know he hates leaving washing up for the next day and that he’s got a secret love for sports films and anything where the underdog triumphs.

You know that although you never see him go to the gym, he loves a team game. 

You know he plays jazz when he’s sad and that his eyes look like wet velvet when he cries.

Taehyung’s opening his mouth to speak, but he stops when you get up and slide into the booth beside him.

You have no words left, so you kiss him instead.

It’s chaste, the way your lips touch, but then his arm slides around you and he tilts his head, and a thin line of heat unfurls inside you. 

You never touch, and now he’s lighting little fires under your skin wherever he touches you.

Taehyung says your name on a breath, like smoke.

When you finally pull away, he dips his head, steals another kiss, before he’ll let you go.

‘I’ve been thinking about this for a while,’ he says, face still inches from yours.

‘Me too,’ you admit.

‘Yeah?’

‘Yeah.’

‘Fuck, I’m embarassingly hard,’ he tells you, shifting his hips.

‘Let’s go do something about it,’ you say.

***

When you and Taehyung reach your apartment, there’s half a basketball team waiting outside.

Yoongi steps forward. ‘We thought you might need a hand carrying things for the party later.’

You’re surprised, but you rally quickly. 

‘Yeah, we need muscles,’ you say, glancing at Taehyung, wondering if he’s organised this.

Taehyung looks as surprised as you do. ‘Yeah ok, let’s go pick some stuff up.’

He adjusts himself again, and for a moment the outline of his erection in his sweats is so clear you have the sudden strong urge to drop to your knees and worship his cock.

Yoongi’s got his head tilted, he’s looking at you, and you wonder how much of your filthy imaginings show on your face.

Then he gives you a half smile. 

‘Y/N, you can ride with me.’

***

You end up alone in the car with Yoongi.

You watch idly as he drives, forearms flexing, big hands hooked over the wheel.

‘You look good, Yoongi,’ you say.

He casts a glance at you. ‘Yeah, you too, pretty girl.’

He raises an eyebrow at you. ‘So you and Taehyung?’

‘Would’ve fucked if you hadn’t turned up today,’ you confess.

Yoongi looks amused. ‘Shit, yeah?’

‘I don’t know how I feel about it,’ you tell him, looking out the window at the buildings flashing past.

Yoongi shrugs. ‘You’re hot, he’s hot, you’re moving out soon. Sometimes sex is just sex.’

‘Like us?’

Yoongi says, teasing, ‘when did you get so needy? You barely even say hello when I see you these days.’

He signals, turns into the store car park. ‘Anyway, you know that’s not true, I take you out all the time.’

You climb out the car, wait for him to walk to the store together. 

‘Wanna hold hands?’ you ask.

Yoongi laughs. ‘I want to turn around and take you back to bed right now.’

You lean into his side. ‘Might take you up on that.’

‘Yeah,’ Yoongi agrees. ‘Wear those silk panties for me tonight.’

‘And Tae?’

Yoongi looks down at you, that familiar smirk on his face. ‘He can join in if he wants.’

You consider this.

‘Shit, you dirty girl,’ Yoongi says, but he doesn’t sound mad about it.

He squeezes you into his side as you walk into the store.

***

You catch Taehyung in the living room before the party.

He looks stunning tonight, his hair styled, his skin glowing.

His beautiful face is as perfect as it ever was.

‘Like my shirt?’ he asks.

He stops in front of you, closer than he usually stands.

You wonder how many other norms are going out the window tonight.

You’re wearing the silk panties Yoongi requested, a silky dress that barely covers you.

‘Like my dress?’ you ask.

‘You’re perfect,’ Taehyung tells you. He smiles at you affectionately.

You say, ‘wait, I have something for you.’

You go to your room, pull out the record you picked out for him. 

It’s a jazz piano piece that had played a lot in the coffee shop you spent a lot of time in when you were back home for your dad.

It’s sad, the notes drawn out and stark. It’d reminded you of the many nights you’d spent, on your balcony with Taehyung.

Taehyung puts the record on.

He doesn’t ask you to dance, not verbally anyway, but he holds out his arms and you step into them and he holds you close as he sways.

You lean your head against his chest, and his breathing stays slow, even.

He feels warm, and safe.

He feels an awful lot like someone you’re meant to be with.

You wonder why it’s taken you the whole year to realise. 

Next week, you’re moving to another city. 

It’s too late for regrets now.

Taehyung’s body moves with yours. He presses his cheek to your head.

The notes surround you, plaintive and wistful.

You wish there was more to say.

Taehyung holds you until the record plays out. 

***

Your and Taehyung’s party is teeming with people, half of whom you don't even know.

Jimin and Jungkook have done something to your sound system, the music’s playing loud enough to raise complaints from half the city.

You don’t give a fuck, not today, when the bass fills the void of longing inside you.

Yoongi’s leaning against the railing of your balcony, facing out.

You’re facing the opposite direction, pressed close to his side.

Taehyung’s against the wall across your living room, looking straight at you as Yoongi drapes an arm around you and pulls you between him and the railing.

He kisses you. He tastes sweet, you wonder what he’s been drinking.

He murmurs, close to your ear. ‘Did you get dressed for me, pretty girl?’

‘Yeah,’ you tell him. ‘You gonna undress me?’

‘I’ll undress you,’ Yoongi promises. There’s a glint of something in his eyes. ‘Is your roommate going to watch?’

You say, ‘ask him yourself, he’s coming over here.’

Taehyung approaches you and Yoongi. He takes his time, a deliberate languidness to his movements that reminds you of a panther stalking its prey.

Yoongi doesn’t move as Taehyung slots himself in next to you.

‘Hyung,’ Taehyung says. ‘Can you give me and Y/N a minute.’

Yoongi eyes him. ‘Don’t 'hyung' me now. You can say what you need to say with me here.’

‘Come with me,’ Taehyung says to you. ‘If this is the last chance we have then I want to take it.’

Both men look at you. 

Your heart’s beating, fit to burst, in your chest.

You take both men by the arm and lead them to your room.

***

The lights are low, the thumping bass vibrating through the wall.

In contrast to the rest of the apartment, your room is cool, the hallway leading to it long enough to put distance between you three and the crowd in your living room.

Yoongi, with the easy confidence of a man who knows exactly how this goes, takes your mouth. His kisses are designed to tease both you and the man watching, open-mouthed, tongue openly licking into your mouth.

‘Want to watch how I please her?’ Yoongi asks, directed at Taehyung. He slides his hands over your bare back. 

‘She’s beautiful, isn’t she?’

Yoongi’s speaking to Taehyung, but he’s looking at you.

He turns you so your back is to Taehyung, who’s sitting in your chair. 

He lifts the hem of your slip dress, the silken fabric rustling against the silk of your panties.

He cups your ass as he kisses you, long fingers tracing the cleft of your ass.

He’s lifting your dress higher and higher.

‘Arms up,’ he tells you, and you comply.

Yoongi tosses your dress onto the floor. 

He admires your bare tits with a flattering intensity.

He wraps an arm around you, cupping your breast as he turns you around to face Taehyung.

You cast a glance at Taehyung, and you’re transfixed.

His eyes travel from Yoongi’s arm across your chest to your face.

He says, quietly and with feeling, ‘you’re so fucking pretty.’

His voice is hushed, reverent. 

Yoongi’s thumb flicks over your nipple, and Taehyung bites his lip as Yoongi lets go of your breast to cup the other.

His other hand kneads your ass until you’ve moving your hips against him.

You’re wet, and as Yoongi slides his hand between your legs to cup you, he grunts his approval.

‘You like that, pretty girl? You like how we’re both so hard for you? My dick hurts, and I’m sure Taehyung’s does too. Look at how he’s touching himself.’

Your gaze flies to Taehyung. He’s stroking over the clear outline of his erection, grinding against his own palm as he watches Yoongi touching you.

Yoongi hooks his fingers into your panties. 

‘Wore these for me, didn’t you?’ 

He tugs them down, and you step out of them. 

‘Go give them to Taehyung, baby.’

You turn your head to look back at Yoongi.

He’s looking back at you, cool, expressionless. 

‘I’ll give these to Tae, then can I come back and suck your dick?’

Yoongi grins at you. ‘All yours, baby.’

You walk over to Taehyung, his eyes following your every move.

He takes your panties, then asks, ‘can you kiss me?’

Your thoughts flash back to when he asked if he should kiss you. 

Taehyung doesn’t wait for a response this time.

He tugs your face down to his, and he kisses you, warm and sweet.

It’s the first time you’ve kissed, and as first times go, it’s perfect.

Taehyung’s lips mould to yours like he was made to fit against you.

You forget that you’re completely nude, that Yoongi’s watching, and you kiss him back.

You drown in him.

By the time you pull away, you’re both breathless.

‘Why did we wait so long?’ he murmurs, face pressed to yours still.

‘You’re an idiot,’ you say, but you feel so much affection for him you’re giddy with it. ‘I’m an idiot.’

Taehyung tweaks your breast, and you cover yourself with a squeal.

He sneaks a hand around your hip to pinch your ass. 

‘Show me how you suck dick,’ he says. ‘I’ve been fantasizing about it.’

You can’t stop your smile as you turn back to Yoongi.

Yoongi gives you a cocky half-smile. ‘Come get comfortable, baby.’

He’s manspreading on your bed, hand curled around himself. He strokes his cock as you position yourself, even though he already looks plenty hard.

He pats your hip. ‘Ass up, let’s give Taehyung a show.’

You kiss the head of his cock and take him in. He grunts his approval as you suckle him. He’s thick, hard like velvet over stone, and as he glides into your throat he moans.

You tug at his balls, and his hips move. 

‘Fuck, you’re good at this,’ he groans, voice a rasp, muscles in his thighs taut under your hands.

You press your tongue firmly to the underside of him, and Yoongi groans again. 

‘Come ride me,’ he says. 

He curls his hands around your hips, helping you balance on top of him.

You slide his cock along your cunt. You’re so slick with arousal now the slide is easy. 

Yoongi says, ‘want to give us a hand?’

Taehyung climbs onto the bed behind you. He must have taken his clothes off along the way, because all you can feel is his bare chest pressed against your back as he curls an arm under your breasts, his bare cock nudging the curve of your ass.

Yoongi’s flat on his back but somehow he still has complete control.

‘You’re a dirty girl aren’t you? So greedy.’

He grunts as you grind against him. ‘Go on, pretty girl, put it on me.’

You unroll a condom onto his length and line him up.

Taehyung’s nibbling along your shoulder, touching your breasts as Yoongi’s cock fills you.

You moan when he’s in all the way.

‘Fuck, you feel so fucking good,’ Yoongi tells you. There’s a sheen of sweat on his brow now as he helps you grind on him.

His cock’s angled so beautifully you gasp with each thrust of his hips.

Taehyung’s stroking his thumbs over your nipples, moaning as he rocks his cock against your ass.

You don’t realise you have your eyes closed until Yoongi says, voice strained, ‘open your eyes, baby, look how well you take me.’

You’re panting now, every movement sending waves of pleasure through your core. 

‘Fuck fuck fuck fuck,’ Yoongi chants.

He bucks his pelvis under you, squeezing your hips hard as he comes.

His deep groan pulls you over the edge with him.

You’re coming, fuck, and it’s so good you’re blinded. 

Behind you, Taehyung’s moaning, grinding into your ass. 

Someone says your name, but you have no idea who.

***

Yoongi’s murmuring your name into your ear. 

The lights in your room are low now, the music fading out. 

You don’t know how much time’s passed since you fell asleep between Yoongi and Taehyung.

Yoongi says, ‘I gotta go, baby. Taehyung’s getting people to leave.’

You try to sit up, but he stops you. ‘Just rest a bit. Everything’s handled.’

He passes you a glass of water.

‘Heard you were moving out next week,’ he says, watching you drink.

‘Yeah,’ you say.

There’s a sort of wistfulness in his tone. ‘I guess I’ll text you if I’m ever in your area.’

You put your hand over his. ‘You know how to get hold of me,’ you remind him.

His half-smile makes your heart burn bright in your chest.

‘Answer your phone,’ he says.

‘You answer yours,’ you retort.

You both laugh. He pulls you into a half hug, and too soon, he’s pulling away. 

‘See you around, pretty girl.’

He gives you one last smile, then he’s leaving your room, closing the door quietly behind him.

You lie back down, but the urge to speak to Taehyung’s too strong.

You don’t want to wait.

You slip on clothes and step through your now empty apartment. 

Taehyung’s standing on the balcony, looking out.

‘Hey,’ you say.

His smile is brilliant, beautiful, perfect.

He’s everything you want, and you’re sad it’s taken you this long to realise.

‘Hey,’ Taehyung says. 

He reaches for you, and you slide into his arms, like a key sliding into a lock.

It feels right.

Taehyung buries his face in your hair.

‘Feels like a lot,’ he says.

‘Too fucking much,’ you agree instantly.

He’s looking at you so intently you feel shy.

‘Let’s not talk about it,’ you say, tipping your face to his, putting your finger across his lips like you’re shushing him even though he hasn’t said anything.

Taehyung dips his head to kiss you. It’s even better than the first time.

***

This time, Taehyung and you take your time.

You’re in his bed, lying on your back, giggling as he blows raspberries on your belly.

He hooks a finger in the waistband of your panties, tugs playfully. 

‘I once used these to jerk off,’ he informs you.

You stare at him incredulously. ‘These? They’re not even a sexy pair.’

‘It was when you wore these with those low waisted jeans,’ he reminds you. ‘I spent the whole day staring at them.’

You put your hand on his cheek, rubbing against the stubble on his jaw. 

‘You didn’t,’ you whisper.

Taehyung nudges closer, lips against yours.

‘Did. Came so hard thinking about you wearing these with my cum in them,’ he tells you. His voice is so low it makes you shiver.

He’s kissing down your neck now, making small rumbling noises as you press yourself to him. You can’t get close enough, his skin’s so warm.

He pushes closer, hand under your thigh, making you open up for him so he can fit in between.

His cock, deliciously hard, nudges between your legs.

‘Take these off?’ you ask, and he nods.

You slip your panties down past the curve of your ass, but when you try to move your leg off his hip, his grip tightens.

‘Stay,’ he says. 

He nudges forward, and the head of his cock pushes into you.

He feels so good you’re biting your lip, trying to move, to take more of him in.

He clutches your thigh, tight, and you both stop as your panties rip at the seam.

‘Shit, Tae,’ you gasp, giggling. 

He’s already pushing into you, stretching you on his cock. 

‘Ah, fuck,’ he groan, voice thick, slurred with want.

He grasps your hip, and pulls you under him. Sinks in all the way.

He fits between your thighs so beautifully you’re halfway to coming even before he starts rocking into you.

‘Taehyung,’ you gasp. 

He’s still holding your hip, holding you down so he can slide his cock into you. 

He’s so hard and heavy you’re lost, opening yourself up to him.

There’s nothing but the sounds of your breathing, jagged and irregular, the slap of skin against skin, the weight of him on you, the smell of his shampoo.

His hair’s so soft, why have you never touched it before? 

Taehyung’s dragging his mouth over your skin, holding you tight, and he groans, deep in his chest, as you come. 

He circles his hips, grinding against you, grunting.

He says your name, a shout, and then he’s pulling you closer, arms around you, face in your neck.

It’s a while before either of you can let go.

***

When you stir, wriggle a bit, Taehyung’s big hand tightens on your ass.

‘I’m kind of hungry,’ you confess.

‘What time is it?’

You roll over, grab your phone and tell him.

‘The diner’s probably open, we can get breakfast,’ Taehyung suggests.

You look at each other.

‘For old times sake,’ he continues.

You’re distracted by the flex of his arm as he puts it behind his head, props himself up.

You think you have enough memories of you and Taehyung getting hungover brunch in the diner on your road.

You think it’s time to make some new ones.

‘Or we could just fuck instead.’

Taehyung laughs, slaps your hip.

‘Come ride me then.’

You don’t make him ask twice.

***

Your things are packed up, every physical trace of you removed from this apartment that you’ve shared with Taehyung for the last year.

Taehyung’s loaded the last of his things into his car, and in an hour your parents will be here to help you move too.

You’re on the balcony, watching Taehyung as he shuts the trunk, locks his car. He looks up at you, then he disappears into your building.

Then he’s back in the apartment, standing in the doorway, head tilted as he looks at you and the empty space between.

You’ve said a lot of things to each other in the last week, and now all that’s left is an odd kind of longing for what might have been.

You don’t want to romanticise it just because it’s ending, but fuck, you’re going to miss him.

Taehyung’s holding you now, you have no idea when he closed the gap between you.

There’s sadness in his eyes, but a smile on his lips and it’s enough for you.

‘Don’t fuck,’ he says.

‘In communal spaces,’ you finish.

Neither of you laugh, but you can feel his lips curving against yours.

It’s still the sweetest kiss you’ve ever had.

***

A year later

You’re frowning at an email you’ve just received when your colleague stops by your desk.

You look up.

Jihyo says, ‘these are the new members of the design team who have just been hired.’

You smile automatically as you greet the three people standing in front of your desk.

You make eye contact with each person in turn, and when your gaze falls on the last person, a fluttery heat starts in the middle of your chest.

Dark brows drawn together like he’s trying to work you out, a husky low voice that you know as well as your own.

Kim Taehyung steps forward, hand out.

‘I’m Kim Taehyung,’ he says.

Your smile is brilliant, a match for his.

‘Y/N L/N,’ you reply, clasping his hand.

‘Are you free for dinner tonight?’ he asks. ‘I’ve just moved to this city and would love for someone to show me around.’

‘I think I can help you with that,’ you reply. 

He still hasn’t let go of your hand.

‘Yeah?’

‘Yeah,’ you say.

You’re aware the others are staring, but you can’t find it in yourself to care.

Taehyung smiles at you, lazy, devastating. Perfect.

‘Ok,’ he says. ‘Let’s try this again.’

©hamsterclaw 2023

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hotd episode 8 thoughts

hmmm. i remember reading an interview with the writers of this show before the season dropped where they lowkey threw shade at hbo and very heavily implied that having 8 episodes rather than 10 was not their choice and i can very much feel that with this episode

it felt a lot more like a penultimate episode of a season rather than the season finale. all of that set-up with the marching armies at the end of the episode really felt more like a "and next week, a big battle!" kind of thing rather than a "in 2 years, you'll see a big battle!"

why is this show acting like the war is only just starting…we saw named characters toasting each other 4 episodes ago…

i was otto hightower-baited! i saw the name rhys ifans in the opening credits and went !!!!! only for a single shot him in the last minute of the episode, i feel robbed!

i did find tyland lannister's visit to the triarchy very funny. no bureaucrat in the history of westeroes has ever suffered like this man. also sharako lohar was DEFINITELY hitting on him, you cannot convince me otherwise

as someone perpetually annoyed that in game of thrones daario naharis has brown hair rather than blue i appreciate that the tyroshi sailors had dyed hair

the aegon-larys alliance really become one of the unexpected highlights of the second half of this season. they're going on their little essos vacation together!

god rhaena you deserved so much better this season and so much more screentime. we should have seen more of you and jeyne arryn!

entertained to see that ulf is quickly becoming that coworker that no one likes

rhaenyra. girl. i love you but please stop with this bloodless warfare thing. you have six dragons on your side, stop hesitating about using them!

all of those soldiers standing around in the background clearly eavesdropping on criston and gwayne's argument was very funny

kind of loving all this insecurity about his parentage they're giving jace, it's nice to have some conflict with his character

i liked the little dragon heads on rhaenyra's dress at the dinner with the dragonseeds

alys rivers sitting on the edge of daemon's bed like his own personal sleep paralysis demon made me chuckle a bit

his final weirwood vision was such blatant fanservice but as a fan of daenerys and bloodraven i can't be that mad about it

can someone check on that portion of the fandom that used to ship helaena and aemond, i feel like they're not doing so hot right now after those scenes

i did think it was strange that helaena could so clearly communicate aemond's death to him when she had such a hard time doing so with her other visions in the past? but perhaps nothing clarifies your sinister visions of the future like being mad at your sibling

i was really happy that rhaenyra and daemon reunited! i've missed matt smith and emma d'arcy having scenes together this season a lot. plus, i know their relationship is all kinds of fucked-up but i just loved seeing them speak in high valyrian to each other again. and it's always nice to see daemon kneel before his wife

glad that alyn got to really chew out corlys on his failures as a father, that's been a long time coming

i wasn't expecting rhaenyra and alicent to have another scene together this season but ngl it was kind of fun, emma d'arcy and olivia cooke really just eat up every scene they have with each other

plus the reversal of their dynamic from the episode 3 meeting was interesting, with rhaenyra being very unyielding and alicent being desperate to connect

i enjoyed seeing rhaenyra be mean to alicent, especially the whole "son for a son" thing. yes, rhaenyra! alicent's son killed yours! please be mad about it, you deserve it!

i just feel like the end of this seaon lacked the punch that season 1 had, it felt more like a little showcase of all the fun stuff that was coming rather than definitive cliffhanger. i mean, c'mon, we don't even get to see the fall of king's landing????

[starcrossedreaders]

Cold Kiss

Cold Kiss

Azriel x Reader

Modern Az, especially college hockey Az has been invading my head so I might as well write about it.

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I never understood the liking of hockey. The stadiums were loud and cold, the sport was aggressive and the seats were god awful. Our team scored once again making the score 5-1. The crowd was roaring and it sent ringing towards my ears. I sank further back into these uncomfy seats and tried to find my place in my book. 

“Come on Y/N get your nose out of your book for once and come to the party with us. It’ll be fun. Besides, you need to get out more,” Mor was currently standing in front of me in our shared apartment.

"I'll pass. That's all you for tonight," I go back to the heated romance novel in my hands before it was brutally ripped from me.

"Seriously Mor?"

"Yea seriously, get up I'm getting you dressed and you're going out, besides the group has been dying to meet you," I let out an exaggerated sigh and rolled my eyes. "Fine." Mor cheered as she gripped my hands and pulled me across the apartment to my room.

Our apartment was rather small, having only 2 bedrooms and one bathroom with a shared kitchen, dining, and living room. Perfect for two college girls like Mor and I.

When we made it to my room Mor sat me down on the bed while she ransacked my closet looking for a suitable outfit. After a few heartbeats of the hangers screeching on the metal rod and a few mumbled words of disapproval from Mor she finally pulled out a dress. Of course it was the most revealing dress that I own. It’s a dark navy blue satin dress  that crossed on the other side of my boobs leaving  a cut out right under them.  It then tied in the back leaving half of my back exposed all the way until my lower back. It was a beautiful dress, I only wore it once and that was for my senior homecoming. 

“How did I now know you had this beauty in your closet?” Mor was smiling from ear to ear as she held the dress up. I stood up and grabbed the dress from her and started to change.

“Because the last time I wore it was homecoming, I doubt it will even fit,” I slipped the dress over my head letting it fall into place and turned around to silently ask Mor to tie the back. 

Needless to say, it does fit. In fact, it fits better than when I last wore it. Mor was practically glowing while she did my hair and make up. She finally backed away to assess her work and nodded her head slightly. “Perfect” She wasn’t wrong, she did my hair in a way that it would frame my face, my eyes popped and my lips fuller than usual. Mor worked her magic and it had left me breathless.

“Here, put these on and then we are going, everyone has been blowing up my phone asking where I am. They are going to be so happy to see you,” She tossed some heels towards my way and stalked out of the room.

I have never regretted giving into Mor more in my life till now. Body’s were squeezed into a house that smelt like sweat and booze. Beer games were in one section dancing in another, and every corner and wall was filled with people practically having sex. I cringed as I looked at the couples but I continued after Mor. Soon, we made it to the basement where it was much more quiet and only light banter and a heavy laugh was carried throughout the room. 

“Mor you finally made it, what took you so long?” One of the most beautiful girls I have ever seen waved her hand and straightened her back from her seat on what seems to be her boyfriend’s lap. She had long brown hair, very sharp cheekbones and a beautiful tattoo on her left forearm. Her boyfriend seemed to have a matching one, which he is equally as beautiful as her. With short blue-black hair, charming violent eyes and a tan complexion. The closer we got the more prominent the flash of a diamond on her finger sang out to us. Finance and or husband, interesting. 

“Well, I had to get my surprise ready for you guys, Y/N this is everyone, Everyone this is Y/N.” Everyone waved their hands and said their hellos as we sat down. Mor sat next to a huge handsome man with yet another girl adorned on his lap. His hair swept down all the way to his shoulders and he kept half of it up in a bun. His complexion was just like the other’s male but his eyes were hazel this time. The girl on his lap was devastatingly beautiful leaving me to question if I was truly straight or not. Her hair is golden brown and her eyes are piercingly blueish gray. 

“She is certainly something. I’m Cassian nice to meet you,” Cassian let out a low whistle while leaning back into the couch. I mumbled out a ‘nice to meet you too’ wishing this couch would just eat me up.

“Let’s play a game!” Feyre clapped her as she spoke up from the laughing group.” Everyone agreed and we all sat on the floor in a big circle.

“A little spin the bottle never hurt anyone,” Cassian downed his beer, wiped the Slavia off of his bottle with his shirt and placed it in the middle of the circle. He leaned back on the couch rest both of his arms on either side of Nesta and Mor.

“You go first new girl,” Cassian spoke with mischievous intent. My stomach shriveled up as I leaned forward to spin the bottle. A few breaths later it landed on the person it front of me.

Azriel.

The infamous Azriel, he landed most of the scores in tonight’s game, earning himself a hat trick. Gods was he beyond beautiful. His slightly shriveled black hair, his piercing hazel eyes. If he keeps looking at my like that I think I might faint. 

He slightly smirks sensing the nerves rolling through me, when he stands up and offers his hand.

“It’s only 7 minutes, princess,” The nickname had me freezing a bit when going to grab his hands. I took one deep breath in and placed my hand in his large calloused hand.

He lead us to a closet and the others started the 7 minute timer. The closet was cramped and dark, him and I were pushed up against either side of the confided space. Azriel took up most of the space making it really hard not to inhale his cedar scented cologne. His deep voiced reverberated throughout the closet. “So, what were reading about during my game?”

Gods, how was  I supposed to tell him it was toe curling smut about a hockey player like himself :”Nothing in particular,” 

He let out a dark laugh calling out my bluff. “Are you sure about that? Last time I checked the cover had a hockey puck on it. Did Mor drag you to our game because of your book? To show you that you could be living out your fantasies?” With each question Az moved a step closer quickly closing up the allotted space. My jaw dropped, god he smelt heavenly, and his words sent shivers down my spine and towards my thighs. 

Speechless. I was utterly speechless.

“Cat catch your tongue love? All it takes it one word and we can recreate your book,” His breath grazed my ear and drafted down my neck. He nipped my earlobe and started to leave feathery kisses along my jaw.

“One word.” He whispered the words onto my lips and pushed me over the edge.

I crashed my lips into his. His mouth molded to mine perfectly. He set the pace and rhythm, licking and nipping my bottom lip asking for permission. I open my mouth and our tongues set into a waltz. After one last kiss we pull apart to catch our breaths, the only thing keeping us together was a string of saliva.

Part II

[bleeding-hart]

visuals for the marauders

putting this here so I have a reference later when I'm actually writing and posting the fanfic (rn I just have a good chunk plotted out and some scenes in my brain). Also including their pronouns so it makes a little more sense. For their clothing, it's just their choices when they don't have to wear the school uniform (I hate the uniform deeply imo no one looks as hot in robes). I am taking artistic license with their designs bc I can make them look better than their canon designs do easily. If I said something contradicting these earlier, ignore it, I've got shit memory and adhd.

Sirius (he/they/she): long hair, one of those really queer nonbinary bun type things? She wears half goth half casual punk clothing stuff (like fishnet shirts under sleeveless black hoodies/ corsets with leather band jackets, etc. Definitely a spikey black boots/spiked collar type person). Decently pale skin and really dark blueish eyes, like the night sky right before it fades to black or the sea during a thunderstorm. They do their own piercings which has given them more than one infection, but he does have some successful ones (nose bridge, eyebrow, lots of ear stuff, and snakebites). Remus will insist to do it for them if he knows that she has a new idea, and he's significantly safer about them.

Remus (he/they? He/him? Somewhat cis but has a complicated relationship with gender): short golden brown hair that's in a barely noticeably mullet style. Nostril piercing (Sirius said it would look good on him so he did it). Warm-toned light brown skin with a lot of freckles that you generally can't see, dark amber eyes. Dresses for comfort over style, which usually means t-shirts, sweatpants and beat up old sneakers. Their only very noticeable scar on their face is one over their lips and chin. They have more, but the others are more skin toned.

Peter (he/they, sometimes it): generally very cute, light skin with some freckles and messy wavy blonde hair, pale sky blue eyes. Sirius is trying to convince him to let them give him snakebites but he's very on the fence about it (he barely even wears makeup so he isn't the most adventurous about that stuff). Thick/long lashes. Tends to wear muted neutral colors. The only jewelery that he's consistent about is a leather bracelet he always has on his left wrist. Tries to not be visually noticeable, tends to hang around the back of the friend group and let the others get all the attention.

James (he/him probably): longer curly/wavy dark brown queer mullet (tboy energy) and warm brown skin. Dark golden toned brown eyes. People tend to think he and Remus are cousins or something which he thinks is really funny (he's definitely turned around and started making out with him for as a bit when someone asks them if they're related). Usually wears brown dyed or bleached jeans and reddish-brown/brown/green-brown/yellow t shirts and tops for the cohesive and effortless energy. Paints his nails bright colors whenever he can as a contrast to Sirius's chronically flaking black nail polish. Has his lobes pierced but usually just wears gold studs. Wears gold bands around his biceps so he can flex when he wins a quiddich (<- I did not check how to spell that, you know what I mean) match

Regulus (he/him): he prefers to wear more formal clothing because that's what he was raised doing and the layers help him cover up any raised areas on his binder, but when that isn't an option/he's too depressed to do anything fancy, he wears black hoodies that are significantly too large for him (barty or evan's usually). Makeup tends to give hm dysphoria, but he always fills in his eyebrows and he'll put eyeliner on his waterline when he's going to an actual event. He pierced his tongue as an act of rebellion when he was younger and now he just fidgets with it a lot, other than that he just has his lobes done (he got them as a newborn) and he always leaves them empty in hopes that they'll seal up.

I know what the others look like but this is long enough as is haha

[demonvampire180writes]

LA's Link to the Sky Chapter 1/3

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“Have a good shift.” Buck tells his boyfriend as he stands at the door to his loft, Tommy just outside it. He leans in for a gentle kiss, lingering maybe just a second longer than necessary. “Be safe.”

Tommy smirks and brushes one hand through Buck’s curls, wrapping it gently around his neck, squeezing just so as he replies, “I always am. I’ll see you… In a week.” He sounds so regretful that Buck’s heart twinges in response; Tommy’s got a forty-eight hour, followed immediately by his own, followed by each of them on a twenty-four. Their shifts overlap so completely that they won’t even have a few minutes to spare in between to see each other. It’s about the longest time they’ve gone without meeting face to face since the start of their infant relationship.

“Thank god for facetime, am I right?” Buck jokes, quirking up one side of his lips even though all he wants to do is pout. While he’s definitely sad knowing he wouldn’t see Tommy for awhile, he’s excited as well. He has a surprise for his man, but he doesn’t want him seeing it until he’s ready, and while a week wouldn’t be exactly long enough, it would be better than him seeing it day one. “I know it’s not the same but-”

“It could always be worse.” Tommy finishes, leaning forward as he pulls Buck toward him so he can plant a kiss on his forehead. “I really need to go. I’ll call you when I have a break.”

Buck grabs his hip for just a moment, holding on for just that second longer before saying, “Sure. Love you.”

“Love you, too.” Tommy’s fingers slip from his neck and Buck misses their warmth, but he knows it won’t be the last time he feels it. He stands outside his door, hating to see Tommy leave, but loving to watch him go, before ducking back inside.

The time on the oven clock says it’s just before eight, which means he has hours and hours to fill before his appointment. Sighing, he starts with a doctored up cup of coffee, one of his loves atrocious, sweet, concoctions, before settling down onto the couch to watch TV. He finds some documentary on Netflix about the vastness of the ocean, and its unexplored depths, to which he loses himself for the next two hours.

Time seems to crawl by. Buck paces his loft after showering and getting dressed. He walks from one side of the kitchen island to the other, opening the fridge a few dozen times as if expecting something new to appear since the last time. If Tommy were here, he’d have driven him mad by now. If Tommy were here, I wouldn’t be pacing like a caged animal. He snorts at his own ridiculousness.

He checks the clock once more and sighs in relief - 11:17. If he leaves now, he’ll still be early but not awkwardly so. He hastily grabs his keys and wallet from the island, sliding his phone into his pocket, and stuffs his feet into his slip ons.

This day has felt like it would never get here. Now that it is, his nerves are ramping up exponentially. While excited, he questions whether or not this is stupid and impulsive - a la Buck 1.0. He questions every step he takes as he hustles down to the underground garage where his Jeep waits. No. This isn’t stupid. I want this. I want this to show our permanence. He scoffs quietly, a half laugh and half chastisement, and hey, if he doesn’t like it I don’t have to tell anyone that it’s for him.

Like it won’t be obvious to anyone that knows him.

Shaking his head, trying to dispel the black hole his mind is desperate to descend into, he slides into the driver's seat, throws all his accouterments onto the passenger side and heads out into the heart of LA traffic.

When he arrives at the shop it’s just before noon. He heads in and is greeted by a person with a large septum bull piercing, gauged ears he can stick a candlestick through and roughly cut dyed hair. Their baggy clothes do nothing to hide their tattoos, and there’s a disinterested frown on their face as they scroll through their phone. Buck approaches the counter, coughing slightly to get their attention as he shoves his hands deep into the pockets of his jeans.

“Can I help you?” They ask glancing up, their voice as androgynous as their appearance.

“Y-yeah um. I have an appointment with T-Travis?” It comes out more like a question and he winces. How can someone who runs into burning buildings for a living be so damn awkward?

Their voice softens, just the smallest bit, as they say. “Sure thing. He’s finishing up with someone so while you wait, I’ll just have you fill out this form for me online.” They hand over an iPad with a page pulled up. “You’ll need to take a picture of your ID. Have you been here before?” He shakes his head. “No problem. If you need the bathroom, it’s all the way at the back of the shop and to the left. They’re both gender neutral. There’s also a water cooler back there if you need something to drink. If you have any questions, just let us know. When you’re done with the form you can either bring it back up to me or hand it to Travis.” Buck nods. “Take a seat over there. Travis will be with you in a bit.” They say, gesturing to the leather couches near the door.

Buck wonders if there's a tattoo shop catalog or something because it feels like they all have the same, low, black leather couches and the same, if not similar, coffee table with the glass inlay. They’re never particularly comfortable, though they do look nice.

Settling in, he fills out the generic questionnaire and sets it aside, pulling out his phone to scroll. About twenty minutes later, a customer leaves the shop and one of the artists appears next to him. “Buck?” He questions with a raised, pencil thin dark eyebrow. His hair goes down to his shoulders in loose waves and he’s got a black baseball cap on backwards. A large embroidered set of overlaid V’s takes up most of the front. Every inch of available skin is covered in delicate work up to his jaw, even along the hand that he extends for Buck to take as he stands, nodding. Buck notes that the man is slightly shorter than him. He also doesn’t fail to notice that the man, Travis, is attractive in a way that Buck isn’t necessarily attracted to, but is gorgeous nonetheless. His green eyes are wide and bright, and his half smirk is coy, but welcoming.

“Nice to meet you. C’mon back.” He turns towards the partitioned off sections and leads Buck to the middle one on the right. He gestures him in, but doesn’t close the curtain behind them. “I see that this isn’t your first tattoo.”

“N-no.” Buck replies with a crooked smile.

“Cool, so you know how this works then. I did a draw up of what you requested, so I’ll have you take a look at that, and we can talk about placement or any changes you wanna make. Hop on up on the table.” Buck does so. “Do you have an idea of where you’d like it?”

Without hesitation, Buck places his hand over the left side of his chest, right over his heart. “Here. It has to be here.” Travis raises an eyebrow with clear amusement but doesn’t comment. Instead, he pulls out his drawing pad and flips through screens until he comes to the rough draft of Buck’s request. Buck inhales sharply, even at first glance, feeling a warm prickle at the corner of his eyes as he stares at it; it’s almost perfect. The linework. The light source. The fore and background. Everything is basically as he imagined it, with a few minor tweaks. “I’ll take that as a good sign.” Travis sidles up next to Buck’s side and the two spend the next ten or so minutes discussing any changes he’d like to make and the rough size of the finished product.

Twenty minutes later Buck is leaning back in the chair with Travis’ head bent over his pec, the impression of the art laid out in blue. Buck closes his eyes and listens as the whirring of the needles begin, wincing only a little as the first line is drawn across his skin. Soon Travis is in a rhythm and Buck opens his eyes to scroll through his phone. Tommy texts him a few times, making him grin like a loon as he answers back. Otherwise he finds himself mindlessly scrolling through Instagram and TikTok, the pain of the pen barely an awareness at the back of his brain.

About an hour in, the two of them coexisting in peaceful silence, Travis asks nonchalantly, “This is a pretty specific piece of work. Does it hold some special meaning for you or something?”

Buck stiffens. “Um, yeah. It does…” He hesitates. He hasn’t felt an ounce of shame about coming out as bi since that first disaster of a date, and he’s never once shied away from calling Tommy his boyfriend. It isn’t something to be ashamed of. That being said, despite living in a very liberal, very open minded state, the unfortunate truth is that one can run into bigots anywhere, and you can never really be sure. In Buck’s previous experience, tattoo artists are almost always on one extreme end of the spectrum or the other - the traditional artsy fartsy SJW liberal, or the borderline neo nazi conservative. 

He isn’t sure that he wants to gamble on which Travis is, not with a sharp instrument at his disposal.

“Sorry, you don’t have to tell me. It’s just not often you get someone coming in for something like this. If they do, they're typically ex-military or had family in the military.” Travis glances at him for only a second before turning back to his work. “And over the heart is just… hyper specific.”

Buck breathes deeply; with the androgynous coworker, he’s going to hedge his bets and hope for the best. “It’s um… It’s for my boyfriend.”

His artist doesn’t even pause. “Oh yeah? How long have you been together?”

The unexpected complete acceptance causes all the tension he’s been holding in to bleed out like a severed carotid artery, and he needs to take a deep, stuttering breath before he’s able to reply. “A-about three months.”

Travis’ pen goes silent and he sits up straight, staring straight into Buck’s eyes like a deer in headlights. “Bro, I know we just met but you understand that this is like… permanent right?”

Buck barks out a laugh. “Yeah, I know. I’m hoping that by marking myself it’ll bring me good luck. It’s only been three months but I’m really beginning to hope that… he might be my forever.” He feels his cheeks heat and he has to turn away from Travis’ stare. “And if not well.. I’ll just have some really cool scenery tattooed on me.”

He feels Travis’s eyes on him for an uncomfortably long second before he clicks his tongue and starts the needle again. “Man, that’s some wishful thinking, especially on your part. Have guys in the past not been so great?”

Buck snorts. “Tommy is the first boyfriend I’ve had, so I can’t speak for other guys.”

“No way, a guy as hot as you? I don’t believe that you don’t have them lined up around the block for weeks.” Travis jokes, wiping away ink and blood.

“I mean, maybe? He’s my first boyfriend, but I’ve dated a lot of women in the past and that never seemed to work out. They always told me I was too much, or that my job was too dangerous. He’s never told me that.”

“Oh, so did you only realize that you’re gay, recently?”

“Bi. Not gay. And yeah. He’s kind of the one who made me realize that other guys do not, in fact, check out other hot guys' asses.” Travis snorts with laughter. “Actually my sister was the one who pointed it out first but that was after our disaster of a first date.”

“Your sis knows what she’s about. So what does this boyfriend of yours do for work? What do you do for work that your partners thought it was too dangerous?”

Just at that moment Buck’s phone begins to ring. Glancing at the screen, it’s a video call from Tommy. “Oh, sorry. Do you mind if I get this?” He asks, a little sheepishly. 

“With that goofy ass grin on your face I can’t possibly say no.” Travis waves him on.

Because of his current position, Buck ignores the video and answers just as a voice call. “Hey baby, what’s up?”

“No video chat?” Tommy asks, and Buck can hear the hurt in his voice which causes his chest to twinge. “I was hoping to see your face.”

“I know, I want to see yours, too, but I can’t really video chat right now.”

Tommy hums. “Where are you?”

Buck scrambles for a plausible answer, one where it would make sense that video chat would be inappropriate. “Um, I’m at the gym, i-in the locker room.”

“Oh-kay.” Tommy draws the syllables out, clearly not believing him but he doesn’t press any further. “I’ll just have to survive the rest of today without your smile I guess.” Buck groans, pouting even though the man can’t see it. He wants to see his boyfriend's face, too. It’s only been a few hours but he misses him fiercely. Sometimes he considers that they may be codependent, but he doesn’t want to think on it too much, lest the truth unfold.

“Are you having a good shift so far? Nothing too scary I hope.” He changes the direction of the conversation, hoping Tommy doesn’t notice.

“It’s been good. Had a heli transport for someone that tripped and broke their ankle while hiking, and a ground crew wasn’t able to get a stretcher up to their location. It’s been a pretty Q word shift.” He’s smiling, Buck can hear it and it brings a smile to his own lips. He knows that Tommy knows the question was a misdirection as well but, as usual, he doesn’t bring attention to it and lets Buck lead.

They spend the next ten minutes talking when Buck hears the familiar clanging of the emergency bells. Tommy signs off in a flurry with a kissy sound and a hasty I love you! He doesn’t even get the reciprocated response out before the line goes dead and he’s left shaking his head in fond exasperation.

Setting his phone in his lap, he starts when Travis says, teasingly, “I think I see now why you’re brave enough to put something so permanent.”

Buck’s face flames red up to the tips of his ears again, his entire body hot.

“I’m guessing this has to do with your jobs.” He gestures at the artwork.

“Yeah.” Buck breathes. “He’s with LAFD. He works at Harbor station as a firefighter pilot.”

“Damn. Must be one hell of a stud.”

“That he is.”

“Must be tough with his schedule. What do you do?”

“I’m a firefighter with station 118.”

Travis guffaws. “Now it makes sense why you’re so built. The whole picture is slowly coming together. Now, not that my opinion matters but, I think he’s gonna love this. I know I’m definitely gonna want a pic for my portfolio before you leave.”

Buck’s heart flutters with pride, even as a little apprehension creeps its way back in. What if this was too soon? What if Tommy hates it? He seems to like all of Buck’s other tattoos, but what if that’s only because he already has them? Or what if he doesn’t like that Buck got one for the two of them… together? These questions penetrate his mind as silence falls between them once again, the tension much tighter than originally.

Not too much later, Travis turns his gun off, the nagging whirring of the needles silencing, and sprays down a towel with solution. He carefully runs it over Buck’s pec, swiping away ink and blood and plasma. Buck doesn’t even register what’s happening until Travis clears his throat and says, “We’re all done bud. It looks great. Want to take a look?”

Buck nods, snapping back to reality as Travis gives over a handheld mirror. He holds it over the spot on his chest and lets out a breath. It’s absolutely stunning. The prickling returns to his eyes and he sniffs, praying he doesn’t break down in tears in front of this practical stranger. “How do you like it?” Travis asks as he clears off his stand, wiping it down and throwing away the used cling wrap.

“I-” His breath hitches. “It’s amazing.”

Travis, surprisingly, gives him a gentle smile as he claps him lightly on the shoulder. Buck has to hold back tears even harder at the simple gesture. “I don’t know your man, but he would be crazy not to love it.” Speechless, nose feeling clogged and eyes hot, Buck simply nods, unable to take his eyes off of his reflection. “Let’s get you squared away, so you can go show it off. Is it alright to take a photo?” He holds up his cellphone and Buck nods his consent.

Finally, Buck leaves the shop, feeling a bit dazed. His emotions run rampant and it feels like his heart can’t decide on which one to bring to the forefront. Overall he feels excitement but trepidation lies just beneath the surface. At the moment, he’s thankful for the fact that he won’t see Tommy for nearly a week, even though his heart also aches to be gone from him for so long, but he knows that won’t last for long.

Nerves getting the better of him, he has to talk to someone. Pulling out his phone, he scrolls to an oh so familiar contact and dials. A moment later his best friend picks up. “Hey, Buck. What’s up?”

“Eddie. I did something.”

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

[jake-kiszkas-smirk]

Dirty Little Secrets

Jake Kiszka x Fem reader

18+ only, minors dni

Warnings: explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, fingering (m rec), oral (m rec), use of toys, anal play (m rec) overstimulation If you squint, I think that’s it, let me know if I missed any!

You didn't try to hide the smile that played on your lips as you watched Jake sitting across the table from you.

He had insisted you let him take you out to this fancy restaurant tonight. 'Let me spoil my girl for valentines day' he'd said a few days ago. It was clear now that he regretted his decision. Not the decision to spoil you, but the decision to go out.

The second you had stepped foot out of your room, leg peeking out through the high slit, he'd showered you with compliments. Now, here he was, shifting endlessly in his seat, eyes raking over you in your floor length satin slip dress every chance he got. His foot under the table sliding up and down your shin. His hands, searching for yours and repeatedly bringing your fingers to his lips so he could kiss them. You were certain if he had sat next to you instead of across from you that he'd have his hand in your panties right now under the stark white tablecloth.

You were no better, in any regard. He looked absolutely amazing tonight. He had worn his hair half up, knowing how much you liked it. A nice pair of dress pants, and a long sleeve button down. He didn't even make it to the restaurant before he was unbuttoning the cuffs and rolling the sleeves up to the middle of his forearm. The three buttons closest to his neck had never been buttoned to begin with, allowing you to see his bare chest and the way his necklace shifted around on it when he moved. You loved that necklace, especially when it was dangling in front of face when Jake-

"Babe," you heard, tearing you from your thoughts. You shook your head and looked to him, a smirk on his lips.

"Hm?" You asked as you realized the waiter was standing next to the table,

"Do you want dessert?" Jake asked,

"I think I'm ok," You smiled sweetly to the waiter,

"I think I'm good too, can we get the check please?"

The waiter nodded and then was off.

"No dessert?" Jake teased, leaning over the table slightly, "This place has your favorite chocolate cake. It's almost like you're in a rush to get home"

"And you're not?" You jested back to him. Jake loved teasing you, but loved it even more when you teased him right back.

He shrugged, trying desperately to keep a smug indifference about him.

"You know what, dessert actually does sound nice" You moved to raise a hand to beckon the waiter,

"No, stop" He rushed out, nearly spilling his drink as he grabbed at your hand. You leaned back in your seat, giving him a satisfied grin as quickly sat back in his seat, glancing around the restaurant to see if anyone had seen him basically lunge across the table. "Touche" He said under his breath as he tried to hide his own smile.

There was a reason you were both dying to get home. The two of you had a little valentines day tradition you'd started the previous year. On valentines you both got each other one gift, but this gift was special. The gift you picked was something you wanted the other to try. Something neither of you had done before. For example, the previous year you had gotten Jake handcuffs, loving the idea of tying him up, and Jake had gotten you a flogger, ready to explore impact play with you. This was an easy way to introduce things that maybe you were too nervous to ask about otherwise. The both of you were a little timid at times when it came to things in the bedroom. This made it a fun little game, with the only rule being the other had every right to say no, and that there would be no hard feelings if they did.

The waiter brought the check and Jake handed him his card without even looking at the tab. Once he got his card back he placed a generous tip on the table and stood. He walked around behind your chair and leaned down, pressing a kiss to your exposed shoulder

"Lets get outta here" He whispered as he helped you stand.

Once in the car Jake slipped his hand into the slit on your dress, settling it on your thigh.

"So, do I get a hint about my gift?" he asked, glancing at you in an attempt to get a glimpse of a reaction,

"Nope" You replied, popping the 'p' sound for emphasis. To be completely honest, you were a little nervous to give him his gift. It was something you'd never even considered before....something he'd only mentioned once...but it had been enough for the thought to take root in your brain.

"Well, I have a little confession" He said, hand now moving lovingly up and down your thigh, "Your actual gift didn't get delivered in time, so the one at home is kind of a last minute place holder until your actual gift gets here" You could hear the defeat in his voice, his eyes staying away from yours, "I hope you're not too disappointed"

"All I'm hearing is that I'm getting two gifts" You put your hand over his, giving it a gentle squeeze. He turned and gave you a grateful smile.

The rest of the car ride home was silent, but Jakes hand kept wandering closer and closer to the apex of your thighs. He pulled into the garage and as soon as the car was in park you felt your heart start to race. You were more nervous than you had anticipated. You reminded yourself that the worst that could happen was that he'd say no. What were you scared of? Him judging you? He knew how depraved you were, that would not be news to him.

You both got out of the car, and Jakes hands found your hips. He kept them on you, kissing at your neck as you both made your way into the house and towards the bedroom.

"Will you open mine first?" he mumbled against your skin as you both came to a halt at the end of the bed.

"Of course" You responded, craning your neck as he adorned you with one more hot kiss before stepping away. He walked over to the dresser, opening a drawer and bringing out a medium sized box.

"Like I said, it's only a place holder....but I hope you still like it" He handed you the box and you stepped over to the dresser, setting it on the top and slowly pulling the ribbon free. Jake had once again settled behind you, chin on your shoulder as he watched you open the gift. His hips were pressed into your ass and you could feel him slowly starting to get hard beneath his pants.

As soon as you opened it you recognized the printed tissue paper. This was from the little lingerie boutique in town you frequented, but could never justify spending any money at.

"Jake" Your eyes met his in the mirror, a mischievous grin on his face as he raised his brows in question, "Is this a present for me, or you"

"It might be a little self-serving" He huffed a laugh, "Keep going"

You continued to unwrap it, a genuine gasp leaving your lips as you realized what it was.

"You like it?" he asked softly, hands wrapping around your middle as he waited for your answer,

"I love it," You were at a loss for words, "How did you...?"

"I saw you eyeing it the last time we were out," He admitted.

You lifted the matching set out of the box. A bustier style top with matching panties. They were a valentines day set, baby pink with small red embroidery hearts scattered over the lace. The panties were bikini cut but had a heart shaped cutout on the back.

"Will you put it on for me?" he asked, "I know you'll look stunning"

"I will, but I want you to open your present first," you placed the delicate fabric back in the box and motioned for him to sit on the bed.

He reluctantly released you and took a spot at the end of the bed, taking the opportunity to slip his shoes and shirt off. You made your way to the closet, taking a deep breath as you grabbed the small box. You walked back over and held the box out for him. He took the box from you and then tugged you over, having you sit on his thigh.

You held your breath as you watched him unwrap it, watching his features change as he tried to decipher what he was looking at. In the small box was a matte black vibrating butt plug, and next to it was the small remote. You were shocked when a smile spread on his face.

"What was it you said earlier?" He looked up to you, "Is this gift for me or for you?" using his pointer and thumb he tilted your chin down to him,

"I-uh," you tried and failed to form words, your cheeks heating now that you were on the spot, "It's...its not for me"

His brows furrowed in confusion as he looked back down to the box, as if trying to put two and two together. His head snapped back to you, and he let go of your chin, completely recoiling from you

"Oh" He breathed, swallowing hard

"You can say no," You started to ramble nervously, "I just know you mentioned it once....but if you don't want to... you can just use it on me, I'm sorry I shouldn't-"

"Baby, baby, shhh" He placed the box on the bed and took your hands, "I'm not saying no, I just wasn't expecting it" He stole one more glance at the box and then looked back to you, "Why don't you go get changed and I'll think about it?" he brought your hands to his lips and kissed them. You nodded, standing up and making your way to the bathroom after grabbing the box from the dresser.

Once in the bathroom you took a few centering breaths. He hadn't said no, not yet. He hadn't judged you, if anything the look in his eye had been curious. It didn't occur to you until now that maybe he was even more nervous than you to admit he might want this. Or maybe even more nervous to actually do it. You realized that you would probably have to be the calm reassuring one once you stepped back out there.

You stripped out of your clothes and put the lingerie on. You loved the way it made you feel. The small boost of confidence a set of lingerie always gave you. You pulled your hair up, shook off the last of your nerves and opened the bathroom door.

Your eyes landed on Jake, laid back on the bed with just his boxers on now. In one hand he held the plug, eyeing it as he maneuvered it with his fingers. The other hand was busy palming his erection through the thin fabric. The lights had been dimmed and a few candles had been lit around the room,

"I want to-" He stopped mid sentence when he looked up to you, "Look...at....you," he crooned, shifting on the bed a little and squeezing himself a little tighter. "You were right, that was a gift for me, and I'm thoroughly enjoying it"

"Yeah?" You gave a little spin, taking time to give your ass a little shake when you face away from him. Looking over your shoulder you saw that cheshire cat grin on his face.

"Yeah" He said, already sounding breathless as he slipped his hands into his boxers. You moved to the end of the bed, leaning over to give him a good view of your cleavage spilling out the top of the bustier.

"What about that?" You inclined your head to the small contraption in his hand, "Is that for you.....or for me tonight?" You bent forward, placing a gentle kiss to the inside of his ankle but your eyes stayed fixed on his face.

He looked to the toy in his hands and his cheeks blushed as he started to speak,

"I do want to try," He paused, watching you brush your lips up his calf and your hands planted themselves on his plush thighs, "I'm just a little nervous" he dropped the toy to his chest and his free hand landed on yours atop his leg.

"And thats ok," you kissed the back of his knee, and you heard him lose a sigh, you could feel the tension leaving him with every kiss, "I was nervous too the first time"

His thumb ran back and forth over the back of your hand,

"I only want it if you want to" He said, voice just a whisper as your mouth kissed his thighs now. His hair was still half back, but a few stray pieces were starting to stick to his face,

"I want it Jake," You dug your fingers into his thighs a little harder, kissing the sensitive inside of them and he groaned, lifting his hips just a little and then settling them back on the bed, "It feels so good, It is almost too much at first, and its easy to feel overwhelmed, but if you relax and just feel it.."

You words trailed off as you moved to his hip bone, pulling the waistband of his briefs down and sucking the skin into your mouth, leaving a small purple mark there.

"It feels really good, and for you its supposed to feel even better.."

Your hands moved to his hips as you knelt between his legs, hooking your fingers into the band of his briefs and tugging them down. His hand was fisted around his hard length, moving languidly as you tossed the material to the floor.

You leaned over him, kissing his soft stomach. His hand found its way to the nape of your neck. His soft moans and gasps were like music to your ears as you slowly made your way up his abdomen. You grabbed the toy in your hand, not trying to bring much attention to the movement. Your mouth made it to his nipple, sliding it between your teeth as a hiss left his mouth.

"Baby," he whined. He used his grip on the back of your neck to bring your mouth to his. His kisses were slow, but so intentional. His mouth moved in perfect unison with yours, he knew the perfect moments to slip his tongue against yours and you knew the same for him. You could feel his knuckles brushing against your stomach with every stroke of his hand as he moaned into your mouth. "Please touch me,"

"I'm going to love, just taking things slow" You said softly as you pulled away. He nodded as he watched you settle between his legs again. You reached for the small remote on the bed and handed it to Jake, "this is yours right now"

He watched intently as you brought the plug to your mouth and made a show of slicking it with your spit, "Turn it on"

A look of wariness flashed across his face and his breathing picked up, but he obliged and it whirred to life.

You lowered to your stomach, eye level with his perfect cock as you took it from his hand. The vibrations in your hand were nothing too crazy, but enough to be felt thats for sure. You pressed the black plastic against him, on the underside of his cock right below his tip.

He took in a sharp breath and his cock twitched in your hand, you trailed it down the underside to his base.

"Is it too much?" You asked, bending forward to lick a stripe up his length,

"No, it feels.....don't stop" He said before taking his bottom lip between his teeth,

"I'm going to keep doing this, you let me know when you're ready" You didn't give him much time to answer before you sank your mouth down him, keeping the vibrations against the base of him while you bobbed your head up and down.

Watching him writhe on the bed under your touch had you absolutely soaking through your pink lace panties, but you couldn't be fucked to care about that right now, not with how focused you were on Jake.

"Can you finger me first, it always feels so good" he whined, hand reaching down towards your face. A lightbulb popped on, had he just said..

"What did you just say?" You asked with a raised brow and a wicked smile, continuing to hold the vibrations against him,

His head popped up, eyes wide like a doe in headlights, cheeks taking on a shade of pink like you'd never seen,

"Jacob," You crooned, "Have you been keeping secrets from me?"

"I-" He started, and it was quickly evident to you he didn't know what to say,

"Come on baby, use your words and tell me all your dirty little secrets" he whimpered as you moved the vibe back up to his tip, nestling it against his frenulum.

"I just tried it one day" He rushed out, "You just liked it so much I got curious"

"Tell me more" You urged him on. "Tell me about the first time"

"You were gone at work- I- fuck" he stuttered, "I'm gonna cum if you dont stop"

You took the toy away from his skin and tossed it to the side. You let him catch his breath, not missing the fact that he was reluctant to make eye contact with you,

"Jake," You called softly. His eyes slowly moved to your face, "I want to make you feel good, thats why I want you to tell me," You took his cock in your hand and started slowly stroking it, "Plus I think I could cum just from hearing you talk about this"

"Really?" he asked, his hand running up and down his thigh nervously,

"Really, it's so fucking hot" you reassured him,

"You-you were gone at work, and I was thinking about the first time you asked me to touch you there, and how much you liked it...you came so hard that day" He groaned and bucked his hips up at the memory,

"Mmm," You hummed, reaching your free hand to take one of his, "You just had to try it didn't you?" He nodded shyly, "You find out why I like these fingers of yours so much?"

"Yes, they feel so good y/n" He admitted, "But I want to feel yours, please don't make me wait anymore" He brought your hand to his mouth, sucking your pointer finger past his lips and swirling his tongue around it, a glorious pout on his face, "Please,"

It sounded as if he might break down if you didn't give him what he wanted, showing him mercy you pulled your slick finger from his mouth and brought it between his legs,

At the smallest pressure from your finger his head fell back and his lips parted, as you slowly pressed in a relieved moan filled the room,

"Is that good?" you asked, pressing kisses to his thigh,

"Yes..can you-"

You started to carefully move and curl your finger, already knowing what he wanted,

"Jesus-fuck-" He hissed through his teeth, he turning to the side as he clamped his eyes shut,

"Yeah? Is that how you like it?" He nodded vigorously, "So warm and tight around my finger" your words trailed off as you glanced down to watch your hand, "Would you let me watch next time,,?"

"Watch me?" A growl rumbled out of his chest as he realized what you meant, "Dirty fucking girl," He rasped, reaching and grabbing the plug, "Come here"

Gently you removed your finger from him, and laid next to him, draping your leg over his thigh. He tangled his hand in your hair, kissing you desperately for only a moment before pulling away,

"You can watch me right now" He whispered, "Open"

You opened your mouth and he slid the plug into it, you closed your lips around it, making sure it was adequately slick when he pulled it out,

"As soon as I get this in, I'm fucking you," He paused, kissing you again, "My cock is absolutely aching for your cunt right now"

He didn't give you a chance to answer before his hand disappeared from your line of sight. You opted to focus on his face instead of his hand, watching it contort in pleasure as he kept his eyes locked on yours. His breathing picked up in speed and before you knew it he was on top of you, slotted between your legs, and pushing your panties to the side,

"You're soaked" He smirked as best he could, head falling down to your shoulder as he pressed into you. You wrapped your legs around his waist locking him in and kissing him while your hand blindly searched the bed for the remote.

You finally found it and clicked the button on, causing Jake to gasp.

"Easy baby.." He mumbled against your neck, "Don't want to cum before I get you there.." he started to slowly thrust his hips,

“Don’t worry about me, I don’t even care I just want you to cum, fuck I want it” you said as you grasped at his back, clicking the button up to the next level,

His hips stilled as he buried himself in you,

“Fuck, fuck, fuck” he cried out, “I’m gonna-“

He didn’t even get the words out before you felt him throbbing inside you, filling you up as he whined next to your ear, saying your name and cursing himself through it.

Once he was coming down you turned off the vibrations, his body was a weight on top of you as you rubbed his back. He peppered your neck with a few kisses and then rolled off of you, hand on his chest as he caught his breath. He turned his head to you,

“I’m sorry I didn’t make you-“ he started but you quickly hushed him,

“Don’t apologize,” you said, rolling over and resting your head on his chest as he toyed with your hair, “do you want me to..” you inclined your head to his crotch, wordlessly asking him if he wanted you to remove the plug. He nodded and you carefully obliged, tossing it to the bed to be dealt with later.

“Thank you,” he said as you settled back in his arms, “for all of it, I didn’t know how to tell you how bad I wanted it. Would have told you ages ago if I’d have known how much you were into it” he teased with a smile and a pinch to your hip,

“You know you can ask me for anything” you reassured him, reaching up to caress his face. The corner of his mouth twitched up and pulled you closer.

“This makes me even more ready for your gift to get here.” He said mischievously

“Do I get a hint?” You danced your fingers over his chest, giving him your best puppy dog eyes.

“Nope”

[thesoulesscollection]

Even More Choc Hcs #3

Hey. Me again with some more Choc content cause I can't help myself. 

Here's some prior posts about my dear boy if you've missed out on them. 

First Post. 

Second Post. 

Tw/Tags: Health Issues, Eating Disorders, Unhealthy/Toxic Relationships, Bad Coping Mechanisms, Implied Self Harm

The sentiment that reminds me most of Choc is this one;

Similar to the sun; from afar he's a giving source of warmth and comfort but upon someone getting close and personal, one is sure to be burned in his wake. 

His role in the clan is kinda all over the place. Currently he prefers to take it slow, now he merely observes his surroundings. Always has an eye on everything. 

But people usually refer to him as the clan's jester. Knows how to pick up any sour mood and lift it. His jokes are mostly light hearted but truthfully speaking, he can dig his knife in deep. The jokes can range vastly. It can be personal and or on the edge of insulting. 

Cross dresses both in private and in public. The second is often done for assignments that needed him to be undercover. Clothing of any kind has no gender for him. It started up in his mid to late thirties and was explored in the following years after.

^ Similar with makeup it is only ever done for job purposes. Tends to do more down to earth looks and only done it for his undercover work. But he does have a natural knack for it. 

Struggles with his weight and has an awful relationship with food that as he gets up there in age, he's unable to keep weight on for a long time and so it fluctuates noticeably. Nowadays is very skinny, whereas he used to be more packed up with muscle 

^ Can't handle most if not all sorts of food without getting sick as a result so he often goes without eating for long periods of time. Though he snacks in smaller amounts or eats mostly candy to quench the hunger 

A lot of people underestimate him for his gangly appearance, cheerfully goofy personality, and clumsy nature. People who are simply around him, either friends or not, have to make sure he doesn't get hurt. 

^ Since he's skinny, people just tend to easily move him out of harm's way when he isn't paying attention. He's almost a walking disaster set to happen and everyone knows that. 

Natural blond and wavy hair, it's near platinum with streaks of white but he's dyed it brown since he was both old enough to do it himself or have his sister help him. Done out of pettiness. Continues to dye it but now has either Matilda Ivy or Earrings help.  

Has a full set of false golden teeth due to a very serious injury that then led to an equally bad health issue he won't disclose what happened. It gives off an uncanny aura.  

^ Got long, thin scars that go across his cheeks then up his cheekbones to his ears. It is related to the first issue up above. 

On the topic of scars, he has plenty of them all across his body. Partly due to his clumsiness but also there's some that are self-inflicted. He does tend to bandage up really well so no one will see 

^ To better describe the major scars: there's two long slashes on his back that are a bit below his shoulders to half way down, one on the small of his back, and another two, smaller on the top of his head that's hidden by his hair.

^ There's of course, minor scars as well that litter across the man's body, like the slashes stretched across his arms, thighs, etc. 

Went through a lot of partners. Like a comedic amount of them that he can no longer count on his fingers or try to remember them all. All the way from his youth to now, the majority of them had either having ended not so amicably or in tragedy 

From the tips of his fingers up to his elbow and the same goes from his toes up to his knees are colored a deep midnight, nearly black. Above the elbows/knees, are where his veins are painted gold. Its origins are likely from the use of rarely known magic. 

Can mimic the voices of other people to perfection. Also with mannerisms, and facial expressions. All done with uncanny ease.  

Choc's Relationships:

Cherry Kinsley: Daughter. He's very overprotective, nearly like a helicopter parent over his only child to the point it can be suffocating to her. 

Honey Kinsley: Sister. A complicated relationship, a rivalry where they were pitted against each other throughout their life. But they don't despise each other. Kinda codependent 

Truffles Kinsley: Mother. Often she was emotionally negligent and distant with her child, more with her first born child and son, Choc. Nonexistent sort of relationship. 

Ronald Kinsley: Father. Cold, curt relationship. Again nonexistent like the one he has with his mother. But here it's more obvious there's no love to be had between them. Verbally harsh, cruel even towards his two children, mostly to his son. 

Candy Kinsley: Grandmother. Was the one to basically raise his sister and him. Very strict, traditional in her child rearing and was also, financially, mentally and verbally controlling. Put a lot of pressure on both of them to be perfect.  

Canon Character(s):

Sir Wilford IV: Had a mentor/mentee relationship with the past leader. Choc looked up to the older man, not only a role model but also a parental figure he never had. 

Reginald Copperbottom: They have a complicated dynamic as the chief is on edge around the candymaker. He views Choc as two-faced and more than what other people see him as. No trust is to be had here between them. 

Right Hand Man: They respect each other quite well. Work well together whenever on a raid or not. Despite everything, Choc's laid back, cheerful and goody attitude, manages to make the deputy laugh 

Carol Cross: Another close friend of his. They simply like to hang out when they have the free time to just chatter away and gossip. More so Carol talks and Choc listens. 

Mr. Macbeth: Close friend, had been since their young adulthood starting up during their active years in their growing roles as Toppat members. 

Toppat Clan: His family has been with the clan since his grandmother's arrival, many decades ago. He feels the strong need to stay despite his overall complicated feelings over the clan and how it's run. 

^ Only his daughter and him are the last remaining Kinsley family who'd stayed around in the clan. 

[copperbadge]

sam! you mentioned having pink hair - do you do it yourself or get it professionally done? if the former, what dye do you use? thanks adhd dad

Yes! I do it myself -- I use Punky Colour, a UK brand that comes in little half-pint pots. If you're in the US you can get it from Amazon, but they also sell it at a lot of Ulta stores in the hair dye section, or a comparable brand like it. It's not that it's particularly better than any other dye brand, but if you have short hair it's multiple re-dyes in a single resealable package; artificial colors like pink don't last as long, generally speaking, so you need to re-dye fairly frequently. With pink I do it about once every two weeks, with blue or green it's basically once a week. I get one initial dye and four or five re-dyes out of a pot of Punky, and it's relatively inexpensive. (For folks who are about to recommend Overtone as a color-conditioner, feel free to talk about it, but I tried it and wasn't impressed -- as far as I could tell it didn't do anything.)

If you need to bleach before dyeing and/or have never dyed before, I would recommend starting out with a Splat kit. The Splat brand is sold in most grocery/drugstores, and often it comes as a full kit -- you get bleach, post-bleach conditioner, and a single application of dye, all in one package. It looks like something a fifteen-year-old would shoplift, but I can't deny that it works. Once you've worked with Splat once or twice, you'll have a good idea of how dye works with your hair and can branch out.

I've looked into getting it done at a salon several times, but every time I ask about it they want me to do a consultation with a colorist, which sounds like awkwardly wasted time when I know what I want, and generally they also try to convince me I should go for something more "natural". I'd take that somewhat amiss if I didn't know I look awesome with pink hair, which I know because I get tons of compliments from strangers when I have it. Lately I've found men in particular will compliment it and then ask me how/where I had it done -- I think there are a lot of men who would love to have brightly colored hair but don't know where to start. I come across as safe to ask because I don't have a lot of other...IDK what you'd call it, even, signifiers of something? I have no piercings or ink and I dress like I'm an accountant on vacation, so I think I seem like someone who won't scoff at them for not knowing.

Good luck! I hope you have fun with it. I definitely enjoy putting a little splash of color out in the world, especially in winter when everything's a bit grim.

[belphieslilcow]

belphie's fucking gay and jealous

epic pre relationship caphie / 900 something words <3 FEATURING ASHER APPEARANCE, HE'S IN CASSICANON NOW‼️

Belphegor almost felt like he was back in the Celestial Realm, no, it was even better than that. Nothing beat having Cassian all to himself, but it was so much better when they were in the human world together, and especially when Belphie came by himself. Not that he was supposed to come down here, but he missed his human and could deal with Lucifer’s bitching later. At the moment he was happy snuggling on the couch with the blond in his apartment, he had an anime movie on and was excitingly explaining all the details Belphie didn’t get. He wondered if this is what it was like when he talked about the stories of the constellations when they went stargazing, he hoped Cass loved listening to his talking half as much as Belphie loved listening to his. Nothing could ruin this moment between them…. he thought anyway. 

Cassian startled as his phone on the coffee table vibrated, playing what Belphie assumed was one of the default ringtones. He quickly paused the movie with an apology to the demon and answered the call. 

“Hello? Oh, yeah you did. I totally forgot to bring it to you yesterday, sorry.” 

Belphie raised an eyebrow at the conversation, he couldn’t hear what the other person was saying, but by Cassian’s demeanor he could tell they were fairly close. 

“Uhm, hold on one sec.” The human lowered the phone and turned to Belphie, “Is it okay if one of my friends stops by really quick? He won’t be here for long, he just forgot something last time he was here.” 

“That’s fine.” 

Cass gave a soft smile and put his phone back to his ear, “Yeah, you can come grab it right quick. Oh, uhm… I have someone over so… oh shut up… I’ll see you in a few, bye bye.” 

His face was slightly pink and sighed as he hung up the call. “Sorry about that.” 

“Eh, it’s okay. Who was that?” 

“Oh, uhm, that was my friend Asher, he was my co-worker before I came to the Devildom and we started actually hanging out when I got back here. It’s kinda sad, but he was the only one who seemed to notice I was gone.” 

Belphie nodded and smirked, “I guess you were really lonely without me there for you, huh?” 

Cass covered his face with his hands. “M-maybe.” 

“Hehe.” 

It wasn’t long until the doorbell rang and Cassian got up to answer it, Belphie peeked over the couch to the doorway, he didn’t necessarily care about other humans besides Cass anymore, but that’s exactly why he felt the need to observe this friend of his. With how easily he trusted him in the attic, he was worried that he might’ve made friends with someone shady. 

It definitely wasn’t also because he was feeling jealous and wanted to make sure this new human didn’t try anything. 

Definitely not. 

The door opened and as Cass greeted him, Belphie could finally see what he looked like. He had shaggy green hair, obviously dyed from the looks of the black roots, matching olive green eyes, freckles going across his nose and cheeks, and quite a few piercings. He dressed like a mix between a skater and those e-boys that Asmo sends him on FabSnap, saying it’s what he should wear. 

“I’ll go grab your charger, be right back!” Cass ran to the room he uses as an “office” which is really just a glorified gaming room. 

The human looked around as he stood by the door, jumping when he noticed Belphie on the couch. “Oh, you scared me, man. I didn’t notice you there.” 

Belphie stared at him. 

He scratched the back of his head. “Soooo, you’re, like, Cass’s new boyfriend, yeah?” 

“Boyfriend?” 

“Oh, did I get that wrong? The way Cass talks about you I assumed you were, sorry about that.” He gave an embarrassed smile.  

Luckily Cass came back in before any other awkward conversation could be had, “Sorry I took so long, I forgot which one is yours.” He held out a few wrapped colorful cables to the other human. 

“Haha, it’s the yellow one.” He grabbed and shoved into his jacket pocket. “Well I guess I should get going. It was nice to meet you, Belphie.” He gave a wave as he opened and walked out the door, Cassian saying goodbye as he did. 

Belphie narrowed his eyes at the man using a nickname for him, but quickly tried to hide his annoyance as Cass sat back on the couch with him, sighing. “Sorry again… I should’ve brought it to him yesterday but I totally forgot. At least it didn’t take too long.” He smiled sweetly at the demon. 

“You apologize too much, you know?” He patted his fluffy hair. 

“Wahh…” 

Belphie reached for the remote, handing it over to Cass, he was already in a better mood. “C’mon, you still have to finish telling me about this guy’s illness.” 

Cassian's eyes seemed to almost sparkle as Belphie remembered what he was talking about. “O-okay. So I looked it up one time and I didn’t think humans could actually have bad reactions to the sun like that, but apparently…” 

Belphie smiled and felt his body relax as he listened to him infodump, and his mind started to wander slightly. That guy thought he and Cass were a couple. He wondered what kind of things Cassian said about him. Belphegor knew he had feelings for the blond for months, but could never put it together if it was mutual or if being affectionate was just how Cass was. 

Boyfriends, huh? He leaned onto Cass’s arm as he pressed play on the remote. Silently noting the other's flushed face as he did so. He liked the sound of that.

[countrymusiclover]

6 - Let the Games Begin

Part 7

Are You District or Capital

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The morning I believed I would die has come.  

That was the only thing that could run through my mind the second I woke up. Someone had laid out the wet suit that was clearly for the arena environment.  Sliding it on with the boots they had given me.  I was thankful I didn’t really have to do much with my hair since it was so short so it shouldn’t be a problem. 

Leaving my room I halted in my tracks when I came into the living room seeing two peacekeepers and my mother standing before me. “Ariyne, these men are here to escort you.” 

“Escort me to the arena. The Games don’t start for another few hours.” I knitted my brows together with confusion on my face. 

She shakes her head no in response. “I'm not sure, dear. They just told me they are waiting for you.” 

“Okay.” I walked up to the two peacekeepers and they opened the door escorting me to the elevator door. One of them hir the penthouse button making me get extremely nervous when they pushed me out the door and towards the large center door that two different guards opened for me.  Sucking in a shaky breath I stood frozen in the doorway seeing President Snow sitting at a large desk. “President Snow.” 

“Leave us alone.” He held up his hand signaling and all four guards disappeared out of the room.  He pointed to the open seat in front of his desk. “Sit down, Ms. Abernathy.” 

I gulped thickly crossing the room and doing as he told me, figuring that would be the better option then defying him. “What exactly do you want of me, Mr. President?” 

“I wanted to finally meet you after all this time.  It’s a rare feat for anyone in Panem to go undetected for sixteen years.  You’ve escaped the Games and Reaping up until this point. You truly are a snake, dear girl.” 

Twiddling my thumbs in my lap I tried to choose my words carefully. “I wouldn’t say I’m a snake, sir.  I just - my father did whatever he could to protect me.” 

“Have you considered what life you might have had if you been raised here with your mother, Ms. Trinket?” Snow tapped his fingers on the wooden desk. 

“No, I haven’t.  Why do you ask?” 

The President of the Games responded. “I am hoping to offer you something you’ve never had in your life.  I can let you live out the rest of your days here in the Capital and you’ll never have to go to that runt of District 12.”

“Why would you offer me something like that? In your eyes I’m a rebel aren’t I?” I asked him. 

Snow clicked his tongue. “Because you are half the blood of a Capitol citizen. You were denied the lifestyle that you always should have had growing up.” 

“I think I'm okay with how I was raised actually.” 

He shifted his gaze to the golden pin I had taken off the dress I had worn last night during the interview. “That is a pity you don't crave more.  What a lovely pin you have there?” 

“President Snow, what do you really want from me?” 

He leans forward intertwining his hands together sending me a glare across the large desk. “Ms. Abernathy, what I want from you is not an offer.  It's a demand.  Either you agree to become a Capitol Rose and stand beside me or if you refuse you will still be put inside the arena with the other tributes.” 

“Capitol Rose, you want me to be what you did with Finnick Odair.  Sell my body to the citizens or you'll kill my parents.” I gasped, blurting it out putting the pieces together realizing what he was saying. 

Finnick had only mentioned it once to me about what happened.  He mentioned it more as a reminder if we didn't succeed with our plan to think I wasn’t afraid of dying in the arena. 

Snow kept his gaze focused on my eyes waiting for a response. “So what will your answer be?” 

“I - I won't be owned by you.” Closing my eyes I knew I'd signed my death sentence the second the words left my mouth. 

Snow hit a button underneath his desk causing a buzzing noise before three peacekeepers busted into the room. “Such a pity, the Capital citizens rather like you.  Take her to the arena tubes.  She'll still be going into the Games.” 

The two peacekeepers wrapped my arms around my back dragging me out the door and I didn't fight them like I wanted to.  Going down in the elevator and when it opened we walked down until I noticed a long clear tube and my father at the end of the hallway. “Ariyne!” He breathed out, catching my body in his arms once they threw me towards him. 

“Dad, I'm sorry  - I didn't  - couldn't take the deal he forced upon me.’ I croaked out pulling my head away from his chest feeling tears welling in my eyes. 

The peacekeepers had thankfully left the room letting us have the last conversation to ourselves. “It’s okay that you didn't.  His deals are never good for anyone.” 

“I'm scared, dad.  What if five seconds in somebody kills me.” 

He scanned his eyes over my face seeing the same fear he had the day Effie had called him telling him she was pregnant.  It was the uncertainty of what was to come for these Games. “I won't let that happen, sweet girl.  I have some alliances already put into place.  So you will have someone to watch your back.” He explained to me, rubbing his hands down my arms. 

“Ten seconds.” A computer generated voice spoke up. 

Biting my lip I fling my arms around his neck burying my face against his chest. “I love you, dad.” I mumbled through some tears clutching the fabric of his shirt wishing I could just stay in his arms. 

“I love you, Ari.” He mumbled into my hair, kissing the crown of my head.  He helped me step inside the tube still holding my hand until it came down to seal me in so we removed our hands and it raised me up away from his gaze. 

The announcer's voice met my ears before I noticed that the pedestals were separated by water and a large rock island was in the center of the arena.  “Let the 75th Hunger Games begin. May the odds be ever in your favor. 10 - 9 - 7 - 6 - 5 - 4 - 3 - 2 - 1.” A cannon sound fired off into the air with some of the tribunals already diving into the water. 

I frantically looked around finally diving down into the water swimming for the nearest ledge of rock.  I coughed out some water that had gotten in my mouth using my whole body to get up onto the rock seeing some tributes running on the rock to the weapons. Scrambling to my feet I noticed the closest set of weapons thankfully was a pack of knives. 

Clipping the strap of knives on as fast as I possibly could I heard someone running up behind me and I wasn’t quick enough getting tackled by a male tribute that I remembered as one of the Morphligs from district 6. “Ah no!” I screamed when he pinned my arm down that had the knife in it and the tribute raised his sword about to stab me. 

Yet suddenly the tribute got stabbed in the chest with something that appeared to be a trident. The body fell on top of me where I pushed them off rolling onto my side feeling someone touch my arm so I nearly cut their hand until they grabbed my wrist with their other hand. “Woah, woah, Ari - Ariyne. It’s Finnick.” 

“Finnick - it’s - it’s you.” I sighed slightly in relief staring into his sea green eyes. 

“Yeah it’s me. Come on, let's find the others.” He nodded simply helping me to my feet and we moved around the other side of the weapons building seeing Katniss drawing her bow back with an arrow causing me to jump behind Finnick who held up a hand and I recognized a gold band my mother had talked about getting my father. “Good thing we're allies right?”

“Where did you get that?” Katniss asked eyed the gold bracelet.

He instructed gently pushing me away from him, launching his weapon when she dropped to her knees. “Where do you think? Duck.”

“Ahhh!” I screamed covering my ears ducking along with Katniss watching the trident end up in the district 5 tribute killing him causing the cannon sound to ring through the arena. 

Finnick yanks his weapon from the dead guy's chest. “Don't trust 1 and 2. I'll take this side you hold them off. I'll go find Peeta.”

Getting to my feet Peeta had to fight another tribute just to get out of the water before we all ran into the forest away from the sandy beaches all out of breath.  Collapsing against the nearest tree attempting to catch my breath till another cannon went off and I screamed dropping to my knees. “I guess they're not holding hands anymore.” Finnick chuckled dryly glancing at me. 

“You think that's funny?” Katniss asked him. 

Finnick waved his hand in front of his chest. “Every Time that cannon goes off it's music to my ears. I don't care about any of them.”

“Good to hear.” She clicked her tongue turning away from Finnick and I going to check on Peeta. 

Finnick focused his attention back on me seeing that I was holding my knees against my chest rocking back and forth sniffing through tears at the same time. “Ariyne, are you alright?” He asked me using a much softer tone than he had earlier. 

“I - I - I don’t think I’m cut out for this.” I croaked out till he drew me in for a hug, resting his chin on the top of my head. 

“None of us were when we first came here. But don’t you worry I’ll get us out of here, I promise Ari.” He whispered praying that Haymitch and Plutarch knew that he wouldn’t leave this arena without her by his side.