#i don’t know why but it’s so hard to find skirts that aren’t mini or maxi

[felicitypdf]

banana republic skirt I got for spring on vinted🤍

[whalesforhands]

what’s yours is mine (1/?)

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pairing: geto suguru x reader x gojo satoru

You don’t know a lot of things, and you readily admit that. What you do know, is that the friends you’ve made aren’t something you will ever regret. Until your physical body weakens and becomes nothing, you’re more than happy to give your all until you wither away.

What’s yours can be theirs, too. They’re your friends, after-all. (Omegaverse, rating may change with every update.)

“Ito Saya, reporting in for your daily broadcast. In a noteworthy shift, Omegas are increasingly finding more employment opportunities in positions of power. With a positive trend towards reduced oppression of—“

You’re averse to this sort of thing. A folly, something you can barely care about as your eyes squint at big words floating around the screen, a pretty lady holding papers and looking all serious and… Boring. TV shows are supposed to be fun, supposed to be playing that anime you had been waiting all week to see, supposed to be… Interesting so that you can feel less alone.

You definitely don’t want some silly lady on the screen talking about— Those things that you can barely understand. Why do they always talk so much? A picture could probably end their entire long spiels in seconds.

Your nose scrunches, your fingers cupping your chin like those TV characters did when they were thinking really hard. So why don’t they just use pictures? They’re more colourful and tell you stuff faster, won’t they? It’s not your fault that the TV station people are always so inefficient.

(It’s the television’s fault isn’t it? Definitely, right? Mama always did tell you it was a little old.)

Or maybe it’s because you don’t know a lot of things.

You’re 4, staring up at the glowing screen of your all too old television, sat cross-legged on the carpeted floor in this wide, wide room that was a little too empty for your liking. Your nose picks up on the scent of coffee, ears barely picking up on a clink of porcelain against a cheap wooden coaster. Mama circles things in newspapers, the gliding of her red marker against the sheet attracting your attention to the focused look in her eyes, the furrow of her brows, the way she just held that pen so elegantly…

(Your Mama is so much prettier than the lady on the TV.)

You like it when she’s focused like that, so serious-looking! This must be the pinnacle of a hard worker. Brains… And beety? Or whatever you heard some other old man on the TV used to cheer about.

So you decide you don’t wanna watch anymore, Getting up onto your small feet and barely catching yourself before you topple over, toddling over to your Mama with socks padding against the wooden floors.

You’re soon taking decisive peeks at your all too focused mother, watching over her shoulder in silence to let her focus. There should be a reason why she’s so serious, right?

Maybe it’s something fun? Something exciting? That’s why she’s so focused on it— right?

“J…Ob list…ings open…” Your eyes are narrowed, licking over your lips to wet them as you take another deep breath in. “Mini—um, ex-peer-i-sense?”

You can see the red marker coming to a halt, her sweet chuckle perhaps to humor you, to acknowledge your attempt. Patting your head when she turns her head around, and a smile upon her face as she smooths over the fabric of her skirt, as you feel yourself being lifted and plopped gently into the warm confines of her lap.

“That was a nice try, sweetie.” Her eyes meet yours when you take the decisive move to lean back, a ruffle of your hair and your quiet giggle as the short relief of her attention leaves you, though not without sating your curiosity. “Mama’s looking for a job.”

You know what that is. It’s for adults to make money, disappear for hours in a day and only come back super, super late at night.

(You think your father had one. Or… Did he really?)

And it means they spend all that time in a place nowhere close to their home or cute, adorable, obedient daughters either.

“Does that mean you can’t stay home with me anymore, Mama?” You’re still leaning back into her chest, staring up at her chin from your position as you bring yourself impossibly closer to her, the calm smell of vanilla and honey in your nostrils making you all warm and fuzzy, calm and happy.

(You always liked it when she smelled like this.)

“Maybe, sweetie.” She pulls away briefly to tap the end of the marker against your nose. “But Mama will be able to buy you more delicious food,” She pauses to smile so sweetly down at you, a pinch to your cheek. “And finally get you some toys.”

Toys. You realize that you don’t have any toys. At least— You couldn’t bring any of your toys with you when your mother had so urgently scooped you up into her arms in the dead of the night, a luggage rolling behind her as your nose picks up on an urgent, intruding scent of sour milk and rotting flowers, your senses spiked with uncertainty and fear as you soundlessly drink in the last sight of your old home for those few seconds before the darkness ate it all away.

You remember boarding 1 train, 2 trains, 3 trains… You lost count after that. Only simply remembering getting pulled along, Mama’s soft whispering and cooing promises that this is for the best, that your Papa won’t be able to follow you here, that you’ll be happier than ever. You remember her scent, less rigid, less frightened but still steeped in misplaced excitement. Like a fragrant scent of calm that beckoned you to follow and imitate.

You remember living in small apartments, tiny, squeezy and virtually no space. You remember how sickly, horridly sweet Mama’s scent was, caked in perfume when she rushes out every night for her job at the local izakaya. Her uniform always a little messed up in her haste before she leaves your dinner usually already in your hands as you slurp on ramen or eat another scoop of curry rice.

She would pat your head as you offer her a bite, giving you a smile before she tells you to be good, several locks clicking into place when she closes the door behind her.

It wasn’t much, wasn’t the most fun you’ve ever had in your life, but it was comfortable. You were happy with that simple life with her. But one day, you heard jangling at the front door, you hear hurried, panicked movements, smell sour fear despite the thick odour of perfume as your Mama hurriedly slams the door shut behind her, cold sweat on her as she hugs you close, buries her face into your hair.

You don’t like it when she’s like this.

You remember a man with a scent so different from your father come knocking at your door for weeks on end, gradually changing from slow knocks to furious banging on the metal with a rough pleads begging that he won’t hurt your mother, that she was beautiful, the she was—

That’s how you ended up here now. It’s been at least a year since then. And only about a month since you moved in.

(You think. You’re not really good at telling time yet.)

“Mama, I don’t need toys.” It’s not like you don’t want them, you just don’t need them. A lesson taught to you by more pretty ladies on the TV screen, you’ve also stopped by many a toy store only to see too many zeroes on price tags, and it’s been steeled in your mind that you just don’t need them. Not when you have Mama to play together with now that she’s smiling so much more.

So you’re adamant on not wanting any.

“Is that so, darling?” You feel a mindless pinch to your cheek as she circles another paragraph of words. “Then how are you going to keep yourself from getting bored when I’m not around?”

Now that has you in a slight dilemma, your hands freezing in place from where they had been twirling with her hair. You blink once, and again when you quietly see her marker tap against the paper, as if awaiting your thoughts as your eyes start to dart all over the room.

(She makes really good points. Too good. As expected of your Mama.)

The television? No. Mama would tell you too much is bad for your eyes. The pillows you both use for your futons? No. You’ll probably dirty it and make more work for her. Your eyes silently trail over to the window, sun shining through the panes and onto the floor as a glowing thought arises.

“I can just play outside.”

——

Be careful what you wish for, as they say.

An amused chuckle from Mama as she pushes you towards the door, nimble fingers excitedly doing up the straps of your old sandals and arming you with a couple of handmade cookies, a pat on your head and parting words of;

“Don’t wander anywhere past the playground, don’t follow anyone strange, be back by sunset and make some friends.”

Maybe you shouldn’t have said that you’ll go play outside.

“Honey, I know it’s only been so long since we’ve moved here.” She’s clears her throat, a cloth being gently rubbed against your face to help get rid of any stray rice grains. “But,” She sucks in a breath, a rise and fall of her chest as you blink at her.

“Have you…” She has to take another breath in. Does she have breathing problems—

“Made any friends yet?”

Oh.

The answer is no. Your go-to counter being, ‘I don’t go outside, so how can I make any?’ as if it was the most obvious thing in the world as you give her a smile.

(This isn’t something you’re meant to be proud of.)

And all she’ll give you is winced smile, ruffling your hair and saying that there was no rush. That you’ll get your chance. That you’re the sweetest kid there was. That she has faith in you and wants you to work hard!

But it’s not like it’s as easy as your capable mother makes it sound, and not like you wanted to be out here, anyway. You think the sun is too hot, that there aren’t enough clouds, that the wind isn’t picking up enough, the cicadas are too loud, that you need water—

And that you need to stop complaining so much.

You’re kicking at the path, a long stick in your hands poking at the ground beneath you, cookies pinched between your fingers as you wander and wonder. You can make friends. Surely, you can. That’s what the the cookies are for, right?

Other kids your age should love cookies. You sure do, and you’re Mama’s number 1 fan when it comes to her baking.

(Or her… Anything, really.)

So… You know her inside out, you swear you do. You love her, she loves you, she makes good food and she wants you to make friends, come back with no cookies and a new bond forged.

(Anyone would do, right?)

But you don’t see any kids, the playground you just arrived at deserted and empty. It looks sleek, almost as if it were brand new. Dark wood and galvanized steel, it was so… Clean. So untouched. Yet nobody was here? Your shoulders slump forwards in mild disappointment, yet your heart thrills at the thought of being able to have the whole place to yourself. Alone.

Well, choosers can’t be beggars… Or was it the other way around? Either way, it’s not like Mama would know if you ate them both yourself.

——

So you find yourself sat down comfortably within the top of the little hut housing the slide, your feet splayed out in front of you as you prepare to take a bite. You feel the straps of your sandals relax against your feet, a slight breeze picking up despite the shade you had hidden under. Perfect. This was perfect—

“Are those cookies?”

You can feel your shoulders jump in shock, fear pulling at your heartstrings and a startle nearly making you drop your precious dessert. So much for a peaceful time. You have to physically lurch yourself back before any harm was done to your food. Just who do they think they are? To just come up to you and—

A flurry of white snow and icicles of frost. But you’re pretty sure the summer heat is still beating down, the cicadas are still singing, and there wasn’t a cloud in sight. Yet the one before you defies all of that. He had an aura about him, a commanding curiosity. And he does definitely—

“Look weird.”

His eyes widen for just that fraction of a second, before he furrows his brows, the long sleeves of the firefly kimono swaying when he crosses his arms in rebuttal.

“You’re weirder.”

You blink maybe twice. Once in surprise, and the other to really blink back into reality. He must’ve heard your thoughts.

“I didn’t. Ya just said it out loud, weirdo.”

Oh. You have to say your sorries, then. Mama didn’t raise you to be rude.

“This is my playground.” Your eyes catch a glimmer of the wara zori his feet donned. They were too neat, too well put together. “Nobody else is allowed in.” His tone sounds so proper, his pronunciation so abnormally clear, especially for someone who looks your age.

“Oh.” You didn’t know that. Though to be fair, you don’t know a lot of things. “Sorry. I didn’t know playgrounds can be owned…”

“That’s only for poor people.” You hear the tap of his shoes against pressure treated wood. “If more people were like me, they’d have their own playgrounds too.”

“Oh. Sorry then.” You really are. You just thought playgrounds were a place for every kid… 

“S’that all you can say?” You can see the shine of iridescent blue, making use of his standing height to belittle and threaten your sitting position. He makes himself look big, makes the glimmer in his eye turn into one of malice and impatience. It twists his features, turns them into something rugged and rough and uncomfortable.

And you think it’s such a waste of the cute face he has.

“Sorry.” To his Mama who gave him such a nice looking profile, and to him, you guess. You don’t really know if you should be apologizing, don’t really know if what you’re doing is right.

(But apologising has always worked. It felt right to you.)

And you think he’s satisfied now.

He harrumphs, unfolding his hands. “Some old lady put me on a sweets ban.” He settles down next to you, pushing you aside to make space for himself as he plops down, and you notice the shifting of the pretty blue fabric he donned matching perfectly with the crystal blue of his eyes. You notice the print quality being one so clear and vivid, despite the simple design. That’s a really nice kimono. “So I can’t eat anymore for the rest of the month.”

(He really is cute.)

“But since you’re trespassing on my playground,” He holds a dainty, porcelain hand out, a small twitch of his fingers that itch for your compliance. “I’m charging you cookies for it.” He’s smiling now. A proud, smug grin with the upturn of his eyes into crescents.

”It’s okay for me to eat ‘em cause it’s tax.”

He’s kind of irritating, but… Anyone would do, right?

You swallow the lump you weren’t aware of in your throat, the sweat that you didn’t know that was starting to form on your hand. You think you have an idea. A good one, at that.

“Okay,” You produce the other packaging. “But you have to promise to be my friend.”

Now it’s his turn to blink at you in utter confusion.

“Are you—“ His eyebrows furrow deeper than before, his smile dissipating into this confused frown. His eyes scrutinize and watch you closely, as if he was scouring your every breath, your every movement to uncover something that just wasn’t there.

“Being serious?”

Why… Wouldn’t you be? The way you just blink back at him, waiting on him to continue only to be met with glaring silence… Is there something on your face? Is there a bug you didn’t see crawling in your hair?

Or maybe he just wants the cookie.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Your hand is warm as they grip his wrist, gently dropping the wrinkled plastic onto his hand with a tilt of your head and eyes that flick up to meet his. It’s innocent, genuine, even. Frightfully so. The way you smile with nothing else, the way your intent was shown upon your very sleeve.

Nothing. He garners absolutely nothing from you. Your hands feel too warm, the chocolate chips within the cookie already look like they were melting, sweat is starting to stick your hair to your skin— And he thinks it doesn’t get anymore real than this.

“Okay.”

Oh, good. He agreed. You have a friend now, and it makes your heart squeeze with just that bit of excitement, of joy. It felt like you were swinging too high off the ground, felt like you were going to be swept off your feet.

It felt good. Maybe you should make more friends.

“Do the thing with me.” His pinky is held out, pushed into your face. “Ya gotta promise me something too. That’s how promises work.”

Is that how it works? You didn’t know that either.

“Yeah.” It isn’t. “That’s how it works here, you dunno that cause you’re new.”

Well… Okay then. “What’s the promise?”

You see his lips curl up, his eyes sparkling with something unknown as you begin to stick your own pinky out. “You’re already my friend, right?”

You nod.

“Good.” There’s a smugness to his face now. “So you can’t be friends with other kids from this neighbourhood. That’s betrayal to me.”

You catch a whiff of something spicy, hot. As if it were burning you to the very edges of your body— Before it disappears completely, as if it were never there. He makes sense, to you at least, and it sounds… Fair enough, you guess.

Your pinky wraps tight around his, in spite of how foreboding and suffocating his hold feels. Your nose picks up on the scent of fabric cleaner, the scent of summer weighing heavy on your nose in this moment. You see blue and white, see oranges and pink light starting to envelop his hand from where the sun had begun to set, making his hand glow as your promise becomes sealed in this very moment forward.

“Hey,” His eyes still don’t leave the way your fingers were intertwined with each other. “Which house do you live in?”

(“I’m forgiven for coming in here without permission, right?” Your hands are stained with sticky chocolate that you’re trying to dab off with your dry handkerchief, bits of crumbs littering your lips.

“Ya can come here whenever you want now.” He wipes the remnants of soft biscuit and gooey chocolate off with a dismissive sleeve.

“That’s such a waste of a pretty kimono…”)

——

Even when your pinkies have lost their binding to each other, you still find his hand holding onto yours, adamant on them being intertwined as he huffs in annoyance at your stare.

“I’m only leadin’ ya back cause I wanna see your house.”

You give him that owlish stare again. The blank one that looks like you don’t have a thought passing through your head at all. “Okay,” You smile again.

“What’s your name, by the way?”

It’s a dismissive question, one that had only just occurred to you. You’re far more interested in watching the way the sun casted your shadows together on the concrete pavement, how your silhouettes gave you a sense of weird unity. Having a friend feels really nice, you think.

You take a glance at him when he takes too long to reply, catching an icy cold gaze that contrasted the warmth of your hands conjoined.

“You first.” Well, if he insists, you guess. It’s just your name.

“(last name) (name).” You’re pretty sure you got the pronunciation right.

“Gojo… Satoru.” You can hear him hold his breath as his name leaves his lips, his voice ever steady and confident, though with a tinge of hesitance. As if he expects something, as if he wants it to be over and done with.

It never comes. Only a confused tilt of your head as you keep staring at him like he was the crazy one in this situation.

And you can see his face change into one of disbelief, one that barely tilts over the edge of what you can only describe as ‘shocked relief’. Maybe he is as weird as he looks. Does he have some sort of weird complex? You can swear you’ve heard about it on TV before. Or maybe he just has really bad comedic timing? You can at least compliment him.

“You’re funny, Satoru-san.” Because he’s genuinely making you smile now.

“I didn’t give you permission to call me by my name.”

“Oh.” You thought friends were allowed to be on first name basis immediately. Were you wrong about friendships afterall? You stare at the ground for a little longer than needed as punishment for yourself, “Sorry, Gojo-s—“

“I didn’t give you permission to call me by my last name either.” His hand squeezes yours ever tighter in small retaliation, his face turned away from yours to hide the way he was starting to grow red with rapid embarrassment.

(You can still see the tips of his ears burning red.)

Now you’re just confused. A scratch of your head as you try to think a little bit harder.

“…do I just call you friend, then?” And you can hear him stifle a snort.

“You’re really weird.” He squeezes your palm again. “Lose the honourifics, weirdo.”

(“So, Gojo…?” You test the waters again. You see his eyes stare off to the side in thought for just that one moment before they flick back to meet your gaze.

“Satoru.”)

“My house is that one,” Your small fingers point towards the horizon, a quaint, unassuming home coming into sight. “You have to walk 3 houses down from the playground.”

You stop before the front. Trying to loosen your grip only to feel his hand tighten significantly around yours.

“Satoru.” You call his name when he’s seemingly lost in thought, his eyes staring blankly at your humble home. It almost looked as if he hasn’t seen one before. “It’s getting late.”

“Oh.” Is he copying you now?

“Don’t you need to go back home? Your Mama would be mad if you’re late, wouldn’t she?” You probe a little more in efforts to snap him out of his trance, poking at his squishy face to get his attention.

But to no avail.

He doesn’t say anything, his head only turning to the side to stare you straight in the eye as you await. You see how pinks and blues are practically reflecting off of those crystalline optics, the sky reflected in them as they shine with a certain warmth.

“Can I come by tomorrow?”

——

A small knock at your front door early into the morning, when the sun had barely risen and the skies were still painted in shades of night blue.

To be specific, it was 6:00 AM. Your Mama was startled as she sipped coffee in the kitchen, you hear her shuffling downstairs, hear the clatter of the very few kitchenware you had as you begin to stir from your sleep, your brain flaring into overdrive as you try to sniff out the air— Trying to capture whiffs of that rancid scent that you hate so much—

Nothing. Nothing but the growing smell of rotting flowers that sends jitters down your spine. It worries you, sends you into a panic as you practically trip over yourself to run downstairs, disregarding any of the instructions of hiding away in the closet like your Mama had taught you beforehand. You have to check— Have to see if she’s okay—

The door is already open.

“Is (name) home?” He’s the first to talk, eyes flicking back and forth between the slightly open door and the dim light from within your home and your sleepy mother.

Mama only blinks down at him, her phone on speed-dial to the police releasing its tense grip as her shoulders visibly slump forward. Her scent calming from the initial flare up as she opens the door just that little more to allow her full view of Gojo Satoru standing before your home accompanied solely by a pretty lady dressed in a simple kimono.

“Yes… She is—“

“Good morning, (last name)-sama.” A low bow that takes your mother by surprise. “Our young master has scheduled a playdate with your daughter for today.”

“I— Um, heard, yes. But I certainly didn’t expect it to be this early—“ Your Mama shifts in place a little uncomfortably, taking note of how the sun had yet to rise, how the street lamps were still alight.

“We apologize for the disturbance.” The servant girl swoops down into another polite bow, head low and hands holding out a neatly wrapped gift before her. “These are snacks to show our gratitude for hosting this event. Young Master Gojo was looking forward to this arrangement, and had made preparations to come as early as possible.”

What an… Interesting child.

“As I am not allowed to accompany him inside due to his request, please also take this number with you, (last name)-sama. Do not hesitate to call us if anything arises. I will arrive to pick him up when he wishes to go.”

“Ah, um… Thank you…” The box feels heavy in your Mama’s hands as you tug on her pajamas from behind, peeking out slightly once you hear the door close.

“Gojo-kun… Was it?” She has to blink a few times to really get a good look at the snowy-haired boy.

“How did you say your friend looked again?” She’s picking up a dumpling with her chopsticks, gently laying the food onto your plate as you continue to chew in humming delight.

Your training chopsticks are clacking against each other as you smile up at her, all toothy grin and happy glow.

“He’s really cute.”

She figures it checks out, the doll-like, porcelain features of his face, the shiny blue eyes and his silky looking hair. He doesn’t say anything, furrowed brows and curiosity in his eyes as he scrutinizes her too, the air starting to still just that little bit when he nods at her in greeting.

As if he was acknowledging her… And as if he didn’t know how else to react.

“It’s nice to meet you.” She leans down to shake his hand, noticing the softness of his skin, the grip of his hand. “And thank you for the gift.”

You pop out from hiding behind your Mama’s legs, blinking at how his clothing had switched from the pretty kimono yesterday— To a simple shirt and shorts.

“Satoru.” You smile only slightly, your voice dimmed with the raspiness of just waking up, waving your hand in greeting. “You’re not wearing your pretty clothes anymore.”

Mama watches, watches how his gaze had been fixated on you the moment you appeared, how he’s waiting—

“I’ll leave you both to it, then.” A ruffle of your hair as you let out a quiet giggle. “Make sure to wash up and brush your teeth.”

“Okay.”

And when she’s out of sight, her footsteps disappearing down the hallway— He starts to speak more.

“Your house is tiny.” Small. Inferior. Almost unlivable. He swears he’s seen servant quarters bigger than this as he kicks his sneakers off by the genkan, dusting himself of imaginary dust as he climbs up the step, his hand somehow finding yours with almost scary accuracy.

Is it? You always felt that it was too big. Always having too much space that you didn’t know what to do with.

“I think it’s nice.” You can feel yourself squeezing his palm with gentle self-assurance, leading him up the stairs and into the bedroom where your futon still laid upon the ground messily.

He sees darkness, hears the soft pads of your socks against tatami mats. Smells the faintest scent of honey within this room.

He stares. Silently, quietly. At the hadakake of your futon, at the thinner blanket that your Mama had taken out to deal with the sweltering heat of summer, at the overall state of the room.

“Are you poor?” You blink at him when he lays down next to you on his side, the softness of the bedding making your body feel heavy and sleepy, feeling a bit too lazy to want to keep the comfy sheets away.

“No.” Your whisper is quiet, soft. As if you were slowly fading away into sleep. “I have enough.” And he knows you’re telling the truth when you just give him a sleepy smile, a yawn escaping your lips as you cuddle against your pillow, eyes losing focus and turning the sight of your friend into a bleary blue and white.

”So I’m happy with just this.”

And he thinks you’ve really gone crazy.

“Good morning, Satoru…” Because you’re pretty sure you have yet to say it, as weird as it is when you’re in the midst of falling asleep.

“…morning.”

He’s fun to be around.

——

A couple weeks have passed, the same days of Satoru coming around to knock at your door too early in the morning, your sleep-deprived Mama getting the door and letting him in—

Only to end with both you and him sleeping in on your futon until early afternoon, when you both awaken only to play… Whatever, really. The playground, drawing at home, building pillow forts…

Mama tells you she doesn’t mind if he wants to come over, doesn’t mind if Satoru wants to play with you so often when she’s off to work. She tells you what really matters is what you want, that its up to you if you want him to come over this often, that it’s your choice to play with him.

(Mama described him once as ‘clingy’. You don’t know what that means, but you think it’s good. You have a friend. Your only friend.)

So you told him to only come once every 2 days, that you think too much interaction may ruin your alone time with Mama… Only to be met with a pout and eyes that teetered almost on watery even as you pat his head and apologise.

He still listened to you, though. Despite the glare to the side and the very evident pout on his face everytime he realises he doesn’t get to see you the next day—

Though, as of recently, Satoru had been the last thing on your mind. Your eyes taking interest in and stuck onto the house next door instead. It’s always been empty, more barren than your own. But it’s gotten ‘renovated’ as your Mama said, the walls losing their dull shade and obtaining a new shine, the boarded windows replaced with shiny, clear glass.

It looked really nice.

“Stop staring at the ugly house and look at me insteaddddddd!” Ever selfish, ever vying and whining for you to give him your undivided attention.

“(nameeeeeeeeeeee).”

“It’s not ugly, though.” You think it looks quaint, looks prettier than your own. “It looks pretty.” You’re curious what kind of people are gonna live there. Are they gonna be an old couple like how Satoru always claims? Maybe it’ll be a nice middle aged lady who likes to share her pickled vegetable dishes?

You just hope they’re nice.

“How much do you think it costs to rent-uh-vate?” Your stare is still pointed at the house next door, your window directly facing one of their rooms as you stare with curious intensity.

He narrows his eyes at the view of the empty rooms, the windows that still lacked curtains and the blank white of their freshly painted walls.

“Not much, I’m pretty sure.”

Probably not much in his terms, anyway.

“Mama said she thinks they’re gonna move in today.”

“Really? Then let’s watch ‘em later then.” He lets out a huff as he rolls around your floor, watching you settle down cross-legged next to him as he makes a grab for you. “I don’t wanna play at the playground t’day.”

“Oh. Okay then, let’s play the cards you brought then—“ Your words die on your lips, body reeling back to the window at the telltale beep of a horn, the loud rumbling of a truck starting to pull into the street just mere meters away from you.

And that has the both of you clambering up to the window, his hand holding yours to ensure you don’t fall as you both squeeze to stand on the same stool, hands pressed up against the glass as your cheeks squish against each other in hopes of getting a view of what these people will look like.

“If it’s not an old couple, can we play on the swing today?”

“Y’er on.”

Your eyes watch the dark blue Toyota pull in close behind, your heart starting to race in palpitating beats that make you think you’re gonna be sick.

“Looks cheap.” Satoru’s still as snarky as ever.

The passenger door swings open, mesmerizing you with the sight of someone new, someone unfamiliar; a stranger that you’ve never seen before. Your gaze is stuck, unable to leave the features that capture your mind first—

Black hair and purple eyes.

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Training Wheels  -  One

Pairing: Dark!Step-Brother!Steve Rogers X Innocent!Reader

Summary: Your stepbrother would do anything for you. And he’s more than happy to prove that over and over and over again until you believe him. No matter what it takes. 

Warnings: Language, Sexual Harassment, Smut, Manipulation, Loss of Virginity, Sex between Step-siblings, bit of a size kink, 

Word Count: 3.7K

A/n: I have many parts of this planned but not written, and the taglist is open. Also, incase y’all forgot: I don’t talk politics on my blog. I’ve made it clear where I stand on certain things already and I want to keep my blog as an escape from reality for myself and others. 

A/n 2: I’m fucking tired so I’ll reply to asks and stuff probably tomorrow

!!!!THIS IS A DARK FIC WITH SEXUAL AND TRIGGERING CONTENT! 18+ READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!

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“Hey, did (Y/n) get a new skirt?” At the sound of your name being mentioned, Steve snaps his head up, following his best friend’s gaze until it finally lands on you.

You’re walking across the campus courtyard towards the two of them, a smile on your face as you talk animatedly with Natasha and Wanda.

Sure enough, a new mini skirt is decorating your pretty legs. It flows with the breeze, almost getting blown up enough to see your panties.

“Jesus, that kid’s got some legs,” Bucky says, eyes roaming over your figure. Steve shoves his friend’s shoulder, giving him a hard glare.

“That’s my fucking sister you’re talking about. What would Nat think if she heard that?” Bucky rolls his eyes, grinning as his favourite redhead blows him a kiss.

“God, what I wouldn’t do to have those legs wrapped around my head.” You shudder in disgust, yelping as a hard hand comes down on your ass.

“Hey!” You exclaim, turning around and covering your butt while looking at the man.

“C’mon sweetheart. What’d you expect when you’re dressed like that?”

Steve’s on his feet, rushing over to you as you glare at your assailant.

“Maybe some fucking decency?! Leave me alone! I’m not a fucking object, dick-wad.”

“Rumlow!” Upon hearing your step-brother’s voice, Rumlow takes a step back.

“C’mon Rogers! There’s no harm in playful flirting. You of all people should know that.” Steve glares at him, his arm coming protectively over your shoulders, pulling you against his side and further away from the man.

“Yeah, but there’s shit wrong with touching people when they don’t want to be fucking touched.” Brock rolls his eyes and saunters away, shooting you a wink over his shoulder.

“I had it handled,” you grumble, walking with Steve’s arm over your shoulders towards the tree where he and Bucky were sitting.

“Yeah, really looked like it. A ‘thank you’ would be nice.” You roll your eyes and glare up at your step-brother.

“How do you expect me to defend myself if you jump in all the time?”

He shakes his head, a soft look on his face that has you dropping your guard for a moment.

“As long as I’m around, you shouldn’t have to defend yourself. That’s what I’m here for. I’m always gonna have your back, bunny. No matter what.” You smile at him, your heart warming at his words before Nat gets your attention.

You sit down next to her, Steve next to you with his arm still over your shoulders.

You and Wanda are quickly engaged in another conversation and Steve finds himself staring at you, a small smile on your face.

“You’re drooling, Steve,” Nat whispers, toes nudging his thigh. He glances over at the redhead and flips her off.

“C’mon. We should get going. I wanna beat the rush.” You nod at Steve, grabbing your bag and bidding your friends goodbye.

Bucky gives Steve a knowing look and the blond glares at his friend.

The two of you make your way to the parking lot together, him asking you about your day and you launching into a detailed description of everything you did.

As you’re heading to his car you pass by Brock and his group of friends. You quiet down immediately, slouching in on yourself.

Steve glares at the guys, his arm coming protectively around your waist as they ogle you.

You let out a big breath when you’re sitting in Steve’s car, groaning at the fact that you were harassed today.

“Why are guys stupid?” You ask, looking over at your step-brother as he starts driving.

“I wish I knew. You just gotta get lucky and find someone who’s mature and has respect for women, not a douchebag like Rumlow.” You nod, kicking your shoes off and putting your feet up on the dashboard.

“Hey, feet down.” You look over at him and stick your tongue out, keeping your feet up and wiggling your toes.

“What are you gonna do? You gonna make me?” He glances at you out of the corner of his eye and then one of his hands is on your thigh, squeezing the flesh hard and making you squirm, laughter bubbling out of you.

“Stop!” He doesn’t. If anything, it spurs him on and he tickles your thigh more.

“Feet down!” He shouts playfully, loving the sound of your laughter.

“Okay fine!” You finally pull your feet down and he smiles, fingers splaying on your bare thigh. He keeps his hand there for the rest of the drive, blood slowly moving south as he realizes what he's doing and the fact that you haven’t said anything about it.

It feels nice to have his hand on you. You hate that you like it but you do.

When you finally get home, your mom and his dad are pulling out of the driveway.

Steve rolls down his window and you unbuckle your seatbelt, climbing over his lap to stick your head out the window. Steve hits the brakes harder than intended and you fall forward, one hand bracing yourself on his thigh while your skirt flies up, your ass on full display.

“Jesus, Steve. You trying to kill me?” You ask before turning to the window.

“Where are you guys going?” You ask, confused. Your mom raises her eyebrows. “We’ve only been talking about our trip to Vegas for the past four months! We talked about it this morning too!” Realization hits you and you giggle. “Sorry! I hope you guys have fun! But not too much fun. One step-sibling is enough, I don’t need any more.” Steve’s dad laughs, shaking his head at you.

“You kids behave. Don’t throw any parties or anything. The neighbours know we’re gone so if you do anything we’ll know.”

“I don’t have enough friends to throw a party anyway. And Steve is a social outcast so you don’t need to worry about him.” Your mother gives you a look and you raise your eyebrows innocently.

“Be nice to your brother. We’ve gotta get going before we miss our flight. But I’ll talk to you when we land."

They start pulling away again and you stick your head further out the window, kneeling between Steve’s legs as he grabs your waist.

“He’s my Stepbrother!”

They drive off, your mom waving until they’re out of sight, and you sigh, climbing back into the car and looking at Steve.

His hands are still on your waist and he’s got a soft look in his eyes.

“Steve?” He hums, clenching his jaw as you shift on his lap to get comfortable, your thighs spreading as you straddle him.

“Do you think your dad’s gonna get my mom pregnant?” He groans, closing his eyes and shaking his head.

“God no. I don’t even wanna think about that but even if they... you know... my dad got a vasectomy a while ago.” You nod, hands on his shoulders as you purse your lips.

His eyes are focused so intently on them that he doesn’t notice when you open the door.

“First person inside picks dinner! Loser has to pay!” You jump out of the car and sprint inside, leaving Steve stunned and horny in his car.

~*~

The two of you sit on the couch watching movies, Steve with his arm thrown over the back of the couch.

“Hey Steve... can I ask you something?” He looks over at you, nodding and waiting for you to ask whatever’s on your mind.

“Is... do... does...” You groan, shaking your head, beyond embarrassed with yourself.

“C’mon bunny. You can ask me anything and I won’t judge you. You know that.” One of his hands comes to your knee, rubbing gently.

You nod, taking a deep breath before speaking.

“Do guys actually prefer when a girl is experienced? Does it... does it matter to them?” Whatever he thought you were going to ask... it certainly wasn’t this.

He raises his eyebrows and blows a breath out through his mouth.

“Some guys, yeah. I mean, it puts a lot of pressure on them to make sure your first time is good. Which is hard cause each girl cums differently and finds different things good so it’s hard to tell. Some guys like virgins but I think a lot like it if they aren’t a girl’s first just so they don’t have to live up to whatever expectations she may have.” He’s being honest with you and you value that, but it doesn’t exactly make you feel better about your situation.

You sit up and turn to him fully, a frown on your face.

“How do I find someone who’s willing to be my first so I can get it out of the way?” He inhales deeply, trying to take advantage of the situation in a way that won’t clue you into his true intentions. He wants you, but he wants you to think that he’s just helping you.

“You’ve gotta find someone you trust to do something like that, bunny. Someone who’s gonna be gentle with you because it’s gonna hurt a bit.” You frown, scooting closer and leaning your head against his shoulder.

“Where am I supposed to find someone who’s gonna be gentle with me like that? The only guys who even look at me are gross guys like Brock and I don't want someone like him to touch me.”

He brings one hand up to your head, smoothing your hair away from your face.

“I mean... I think I could find someone who would be willing to help you out. Show you the ropes just so you’re not totally inexperienced,” he murmurs, eyes focused on you as you look up at him slowly.

“Who?” His eyes flash down to your lips then back up to your eyes and you inhale sharply, realizing what he’s implying.

He doesn’t give you a second to object before he leans down and presses his lips against yours, making you gasp. He takes advantage of your parted lips and lets his tongue explore your mouth.

It takes a moment but you give in, kissing him back. One of your hands finds his hair, fingers tangling in the blond strands.

He shifts onto his side for a moment, hand grabbing your waist and pulling you forward until you’re straddling his lap.

The ball is in your court and you know you should stop but it feels so right. It’s something so unlike anything you’ve ever felt before and you wanna see where it will go. How it’ll feel to be touched by a man.

You finally pull away, panting hard with your eyes closed.

His hands grip your hips tightly and rock you forward, making you gasp as his hard length rubs against you through the material of your sweatpants.

“Steve wait,” you murmur, head falling back as he attacks your neck with kisses.

“Lemme teach you, Bunny. I’ll take good care of you, show you how it feels to be fucked properly. Please. I don’t wanna see you getting hurt by a guy who doesn’t care about your feelings. I’ll treat you so nice, Bunny, I swear.” His sweet words and the way he feels underneath you is enough to have you nodding.

He grins, one hand wrapping around your back as he quickly flips you onto your back. You gasp, arms wrapping around his shoulders to pull you tight against him.

He grinds against you for a moment longer before slowly pressing kisses down your neck and chest. He pulls away for a moment, just long enough to tear your shirt clean off your body, your bra following soon after.

His mouth kisses your breasts, giving each nipple far more attention than you thought he would. Your fingers are tangled in his hair, lips parted and heavy breaths falling from your mouth as a new type of pleasure builds inside of you.

“You like that?” He asks, eyes dark as he gazes up at you. You nod, bottom lip tucked between your teeth as he uses his thumb and index finger to tweak at your other nipple.

“Steve,” you whisper, arching your back and pushing your chest against his face. His kisses slowly move further down your body, lips leaving a wet trail over your stomach and past your navel.

His eyes are locked on yours as his fingers tug at the waistband of your sweatpants.

You raise your hips without hesitation, nervous but excited.

He’s your step-brother, and it’s wrong, but he’s so sweet to you. If there was one person on the planet who you trust to take your virginity and teach you about sex it’s him.

Your eyes fall closed, partly out of embarrassment as he lays between your naked legs, eyes on your centre.

He hoists your legs over his shoulders and, after making sure you’re eyes are closed, grabs your discarded panties and presses them to his nose. He takes a long inhale and groans, intoxicated by the scent of you.

He tucks them into his pocket then reaches over your hips.

His thumbs spread your folds and you want to close your legs, but he makes it impossible. His tongue darts out and licks a thick stripe from your entrance to your clit.

The sensation makes you jolt and Steve chuckles softly.

“Tell me what you like, Bunny. It won’t offend me. I wanna make you feel good.” You nod, grinding your teeth together and trying to clear the thoughts from your mind and focus on what he’s doing.

He finds your clit surprisingly easily, and you moan when he focuses his tongue on it.

“J-just like that... please...” He complies, working his tongue over the little bundle of nerves while two of his fingers slowly press into your heat.

You groan at the feeling, it being unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. His fingers fill you up more than ever, and he works them inside of you until he hits a spot that has you jolting up, right hand grabbing a handful of his hair.

“Oh fuck,” you whimper, eyes screwed shut as he massages that spot inside of you.

It’s all too much, and in a few moments, you’re cumming all over his face and his fingers.

“Holy fuck. Holy fuck. Oh my god.” Steve’s eyes find your face and he nearly cums in his pants.

The look of pure pleasure on your features is something he wishes he could take a picture of.

You look so fucking pretty when you cum.

He gently works you through your orgasm, pulling away only when your thighs start trembling. You open your eyes after a few more moments only to find him seated between your legs, pink lips glistening as he sucks your nectar off of his fingers.

“Holy fuck,” you repeat, one hand coming to your chest as you slowly catch your breath.

He chuckles softly, leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

“C’mon. M’gonna fuck you on a bed, not on a couch.” He scoops you up in his arms and you wrap your legs around his waist, arms tightly wound around his neck as he carries you up the stairs to his bedroom.

It’s wrong. So fucking wrong, but it feels so good and you trust him so much.

You’re carefully laid on your back on his bed, the blankets cool against your hot skin. Steve kneels between your legs, hands resting on your hips while his eyes devour this image.

You bring your hands up to cover your chest, feeling nervous about being naked beneath him, but he shakes his head and gently takes your hands.

“Don’t hide from me, Bunny. You’re beautiful. Any man who gets to see you like this... is a fucking lucky one.” His eyes trace over your body, his words having lit a fire in his gut.

No other man is ever going to see you like this. He’ll make sure of that.

“C-can you take your clothes off? Please? I feel...” you trail off, embarrassed of both your nudity and your request.

“Of course, Bunny.” He leans back on his haunches and pulls his shirt over his head, giving you a glorious view of his rippling muscles.

Your stepbrother has an amazing body. That much you learned the very first time he took his shirt off to go swimming with you.

He climbs off the bed for a moment, just long enough to kick off his sweatpants and his boxers, and then he’s between your legs again.

You inhale sharply when your eyes find his cock, fear and arousal filling you.

“A-am I... do you want me to...” Your eyes don’t leave his length and he chuckles, one of his hands moving down to slowly stroke himself.

“I just want you to lay back and feel good, okay? It’s gonna hurt a bit, but you gotta relax. I’ll go slow.” You nod, hands instinctively coming to his shoulders as he scoots closer.

“If you’re really curious, I’ll teach you how to give head another day. But today is all about this.” The hot tip presses against your folds and you jump, wide eyes staring up at your step-brother.

“Now, when anyone else ever fucks you, make sure they wear a condom. But for your first time, I want you to get the full experience. It’ll feel better for you this way.” You nod, gripping his strong shoulders tightly as he leans down, hands pressing into the mattress on either side of your torso.

He slides his cock through your folds, watching intently as your eyelids drop and your mouth falls open.

“Feels nice, Bunny? Nice and warm?” You nod, a whimper falling from your lips as his cock rubs against your swollen clit.

He pulls back after a moment more to align himself, then slowly pushes his cock into you.

Your face scrunches up in pain and he stops immediately, pulling back and leaning down until his face is above your heat.

You hear him spit a moment before you feel the liquid splatter against you. He does it a few times and you feel slightly mortified.

“Don’t be shy, Bunny. I just gotta make sure you’re nice and wet. It’ll stop it from hurting as much.” You nod, keeping your eyes closed as he hovers over you again.

This time when he pushes in it doesn’t hurt nearly as much.

He pushes in slowly, his eyes focused on your face as he meets the band of resistance he was waiting for. He slowly pushes further, frowning when you wince and inhale sharply.

He doesn’t want to hurt you, but he has to.

When he’s finally bottomed out inside of you, you let out a big breath.

“Look, Bunny.” You open your eyes and follow his gaze down to where the two of you are connected, your pussy fluttering around him at the sight.

He’s fully sheathed inside of you, and your lower abdomen bulges slightly because of it.

“You’ve got all of my big cock in you. Your pretty pussy is taking me like a champ.” You stare down at where his cock disappears inside of you, a gasp falling from your lips when he pulls out a few inches, only to push it right back in.

“Once I start moving it’ll feel better. Whenever you’re ready, let me know.” You nod, closing your eyes and basking in the feeling of fulness. It’s like you’re finally getting something you didn’t know you needed.

He feels so hot and heavy inside of you, you want to keep him exactly where he is forever.

After a few more moments of adjusting to the intrusion, you open your eyes and lift one hand to cup his jaw.

His eyes snap to yours, a soft admiration clouding his beautiful blues.

You pucker your lips and he smiles, dropping his head and pressing a soft kiss to your lips while slowly starting to thrust.

His pace is slow and steady, pulling out nearly all the way then slowly pushing back in, each thrust stretching your walls further than the last.

“Fuck... you’re so fucking tight... feel so good, bunny.” Your nails dig into his shoulders as he gradually speeds up, each drag against your walls bringing you a type of pleasure you’ve only dreamed of.

“S-steve... feels... feels nice... so big...” You’re hardly making any sense but you speak anyway, toes curling as he speeds up even more.

His lips find your throat and you whine loudly, nails raking down his back.

“M’gonna go harder and faster, okay Bunny? You ready?” You nod, mouth dropping open as he hammers his hips forward, cock hitting places inside of you that make you see stars.

The noises coming from you nearly have him cumming hard, but he grinds his teeth together. He’s determined to make you cum first.

One of his hands darts between your legs, finding your clit and rubbing circles on it.

Your back arches hard, chest pressed tight against his as your eyes roll back into your head, an orgasm racing down your spine and exploding in your stomach.

Every nerve in your body is on fire, stars dance behind your eyes, and your cunt clamps down hard on Steve's cock.

The blond groans lowly, eyes squeezed shut as he falls into his own climax.

He fills you, white painting your walls and warming you from the inside.

The two of you stay like that, you trembling on the bed and Steve slowly starting to shake above you as his muscles threaten to give out.

After a moment he rolls onto his side, pulling you close to him to keep his cock locked inside of you.

His fingers trace along your spine, rubbing up and down so gently that it nearly lulls you to sleep.

“Fucking hell, bunny.” He presses his lips against your forehead, beyond satisfied with what just happened. You hum softly, nuzzling deeper against his chest.

He kicks the blankets up until they’re around his knees then pulls them up to cover the two of you.

You’re snuggled up against him, one of your legs tossed over his hip as his cock sits nice and snug inside of you.

“Thank you, Steve.” He’s quiet for a moment before hugging you tightly.

“Anything for you, Bunny.”

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📎Word Count: 1.9k

📎Warning/s: smut! MINORS DNI. toxic relationship dynamics <3 facefucking, sloppy blowjob, facial (not the skincare one), spitting in mouth, biting?, name calling, cheating/affair (bucky cheats), mean!bucky ig, toxic & manipulative!reader (she coerces bucky into cheating... so), alcohol mention, very very very brief sam x reader was mentioned

📎A/N: this was supposed to be a quick drabble but the fic practically wrote itself sooooooo @babyboibucky @sarge-barnes-sir @borikenlove this one’s for my hoes 💛✨

📎reblogs & comments are always welcomed!

📎Masterlist || Ask || AFTERDARK

The stage lit up as the band finished with a flourish. A roar of cheers and applause vibrates through the entire room, breaking the sweaty and the smoky atmosphere of the bar.

Patrons milled around with their drinks in hand. Drunk people leaning over walls and stools, waiting for their friends to come find them.

Your black-rimmed eyes scanned the room for a viable option. You slowly gaze upon the sea of bar-goers, picking out the best of the bunch.

The girl in a pleated skirt? Still giggling with her friends.

What about the man who’s been eye-fucking you since you got here? Too desperate.

There’s someone leaning over at the edge of the room, but they’re too tall for your liking.

You finished your drink with a sharp gulp, already walking towards the bar for a refill when someone caught your eye.

He looked like a sore thumb sticking out of the crowd. His hair was cropped short, a bit frazzled. A fair shade of stubble showered his sharp jaw, lining over his pink lips.

A smirk played on your painted lips, signaling the bartender for two drinks.

“Hey Sam,” you practically purred. A handsome man tending the bar leans closer to you, bringing forth a couple of shot glasses.

“It’s on the house,” Sam said, sliding a neat square of napkins over your side before placing the drink.

You tilt your head that way and smiled in lieu of thanking. A clink—half a second later, you put the empty glass facing downwards.

“Who’s the new guy?” A genuine question. The subject of the conversation sits patiently behind you, checking his phone periodically.

“A friend,” Sam carefully approaches your question, “he’s dating another friend of mine.” Sam already knows what your game is and how... unstoppable you are, for the lack of a better word.

“Well, that didn’t stop us before, did it?”

Looking over your shoulder, you meet his gaze, beckoning him to join you and Sam by the bar.

“Hey man, what can I get ‘ya?” Sam asked his friend, laying another napkin on his end.

“Just a beer, thanks.” He’s short with words. His steely eyes darting everywhere but you.

“What’s your name?” Now you’re scooting closer, even playing up a stumble when the man behind you roared a boisterous laughter.

He then looks at you, finally, albeit hesitant, “I’m Bucky—are you okay?”

You let a small giggle out, playing coy, “Yes, Bucky, I’m okay.” You stick your hand out, a couple of silver and tungsten rings adorning your fingers.

“Nice to meet you...” Bucky prompted, his large hand engulfing yours.

“Sam’s...friend.”

“Right,” he said, letting go of your hand after a firm shake, “‘m just waiting for my girlfriend.”

Sam already moved away from your area, serving a group of girls by the far end of the bar.

“He always does that,” you pointed out. A shared tidbit of mutual interest. Bucky was close enough to get a whiff of his musky cologne. A sliver of necklace hiding beneath his black shirt.

“Yeah, that’s how I actually met him.” It was unprovoked, what he said, but you kept the conversation going.

“You were with a group of drunk girls?” Your quip made him look at you with a playfully defeated smirk, his tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip. An act that made your thighs clench from under you.

“No, no. Well—he thought that I was some girl’s boyfriend and he gave me a free drink to ‘apologize.’”

You bring up your best laugh, flicking your hair off your shoulder. Exposing your jewelry-adorned neck to him. He gazed down to your chest before clearing his throat.

He was nervous, you—hell, anyone—could tell. His hands were stuffed in his pants, he fidgets by shifting his weight back and forth on his left foot.

“Are you okay?” You looked up at him through your lashes, you were already a mere half a-foot away from him.

Bucky ran his hand through his hair impatiently, checking his phone again. Still no texts. “Yeah—yeah, I’m fine. My girlfriend’s just taking too long.”

You shot Sam a look before putting your hand on Bucky’s chest, “I know a place where you could wait. It’s quieter in there, you could call her.” Your tone was hopeful—a mutual acquaintance helping out a friend.

Before he knows it, Bucky’s hand was in yours as you guide him through the crowd and into a dimly lit hallway.

The wall was decorated with posters and stickers; pictures of patrons and banned people too.

“In here.” You opened a door, flicking a light switch before fully opening the way to let Bucky through. “This is a rehearsal room, the walls are lined with foam so any noise is filtered—can’t really go in and out.”

The old couch on the back was surprisingly clean and comfy, Bucky settled there as you rummaged around the mini-fridge for another drink.

“Beer?” That wasn’t really a question as you pass him a cold can, sitting down beside him.

He huffed, deft fingers dancing over the screen as he composed a longer text, “she always does this. It’s fucking annoying.”

Like the good friend you are, you scooted over to him, laying a soft hand over his shoulder for comfort.

“Hey, it’s fine. She’s just probably held up right now,” you cooed, a sweet little thing. You take a sip of a drink as he does so.

You give his broad shoulder a brief squeeze and made a face, “you’re really tense, man.”

Comically, he relaxes, letting out a breathless chuckle that sent your core fluttering. “‘m sorry. It’s just—this is our first night out in a long while.”

You hum inquisitively, propping up an arm on the backrest, “have you guys been together long?”

A beat passes before you backtracked.

“Sorry, I haven’t been in a long relationship...” You trailed off, tucking a piece of stray hair behind your pierced ear. You tentatively took another gulp of your drink, your cheeks heating up.

“No, it’s okay. We’ve been together for like, maybe three years, or so?” Bucky looks at you. God, it’s like he’s trying to read you before curating his answers. “Been a long time too.”

“Anything adventurous happening?” You teased him, Bucky’s visibly more relaxed now.

“No, nothing adventurous.” He confessed - an unknown reaction washes over his face as he says it.

“I may or may not know a thing or two on how to make your relationship more exciting.”

“Really? Is that so?” Bucky’s voice dropped a couple of octaves, sending shivers down your spine. He leans over then, getting closer to your face until his face is merely inches away from you.

“Bucky,” you breathe out. Your hands flat against his chest.

He blinks—once, twice.

“Oh, fuck. Sorry—shit, I’m sorry. I- I shouldn’t be here. I’m gonna go—“ His whole demeanor changed. Bucky stands up, straightening his pants and shirt before looking down at you, still seated on the couch.

He was just three steps away from the door when you slot yourself between him and his way, “where do you think you’re going?”

“Outside. Outside, I’m gonna wait for my girlfriend outside.” He’s rambling, his ears are going red. A thin sheet of sweat glistening over his forehead.

Closing the gap between you and him, you lay a hand against his chest, over his heart. “Do I make you nervous?”

Bucky stammers out a broken ‘no.’

“No? Why’s your heart beating so fast, then?”

You reached up to his nape, pushing him down to your height to kiss him hard. He didn’t push you away yet, his hands are gripping your arms for purchase. His fingers digging in the flesh of your shoulders. It’s sure to be bruised come morning.

“Fuck,” Bucky breathed out as you pull away. His lips shining and swollen, “what did you do?”

“Something thrilling, really.”

Bucky didn’t know how you got on your knees, tugging his black jeans down along with his boxer briefs in a desperate manner.

“God, I knew you were packing.”

His cheeks heat up even more as you palm him, his length hot and heavy against your hand. You lean in and nipped his thigh, your sharp teeth digging into his skin.

Bucky couldn’t help himself but to hiss and slap you across the face, “don’t fucking bite me.”

He expected you to look up at him with tears in your eyes, what he wasn’t expecting is you looking up with mischief and joy glinting in your eyes as you bite him again—harder this time, “God, fuck—you slut!”

Bucky saw red and grabbed you roughly by your jaw, squeezing your mouth open, “you want me so fuckin’ bad, you’re marking me, aren’t you, huh? Such a fucking slut, look at you.”

He squeezes harder, prying your mouth open as he missed your mouth with his spit, “open your mouth—fucking open!”

You obliged, your knees scraping raw as you kneel before Bucky. You feel his spit drip down your chin, the first time he missed. The second one slid down your tongue, prompting him to forcefully tap your cheek close as you swallow.

His angry cock stood dripping with precum; prominent veins making themselves known. You scoot closer, licking his balls up to the crown of his head which earns you a grunt.

“Hurry the fuck up,” Bucky orders. He wastes no time in bunching your hair up in his fist, slapping your swollen lips and cheek with his cock. “This better than your gloss, yeah? Hmm, yeah, ‘course it is.”

Bucky squeezes your mouth again, pushing his thick cock past your lips, your warmth engulfing all of him at once. “No reflex? My god, you’ve been here before, haven’t ‘ya?”

His presumptions were proven wrong when he started to pump in and out of your mouth. You gagged and choked, your throat constricting around his head every time he hits the back. “In and out through the nose, hmm? Yeah, c’mon. You can do it, bitch.”

Once you got past your reflex and relaxing your throat, Bucky took advantage and sped up. His balls slapping your chin when he thrusts in. The neckline of your shirt wet with spit and drool as he continues to fuck your mouth like he owns it.

You hum as you feel Bucky’s cock throb in your mouth.

“Yeah, yeah—fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

Another set of rough thrusts, Bucky pulls out of your mouth, leaving you gasping for air. He strokes his girth with his hand, with you licking the angry crown of his length. Ropes of cum spurt out, painting a good portion of your face milky white. You managed to swallow it, catching some in your abused mouth.

He stands tall above you, catching his breath as he tucks himself into his pants once more. “The fuck did I just do?”

“Something adventurous.” You smirk, standing up on your own, wiping your face with the inside of your shirt.

Bucky pats down his pocket for his phone, landing his gaze on the couch to look for it. He saunters over, looking for any texts from his girlfriend.

“You know, I’m doubting you even have a girlfriend,” You let out a sharp quip as you smooth your hair down, drinking the rest of your beer.

“Shut the fuck up.” Bucky retorts, stuffing his phone down his back pocket. Before strutting over a desk and scribbling something.

“What? You came on my face and I can’t say shit?”

He tosses you a piece of paper, catching it on your hand. Bucky gives you a reluctant look before turning the doorknob, leaving you alone in the room.

You unfold the paper then, ‘call me when you’re feeling adventurous’ it says, along with his phone number.

[peachycheol]

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© banner credit: thank you to the love of my life @suhdreams​ for making this banner for me 🥺💘 ➸ summary: when people say ‘not all men’, they’re actually right. kim mingyu, your best friend, would never disappoint you. especially not in the bedroom.  ➸ genre: pwp 😌 ➸ pairing: best friend!mingyu x reader  ➸ warning: dirty talk, slight dumbification, heavy petting, unprotected sex (pls use protection irl), cream pie, oral (fem. receiving), cum eating, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, yn is really horny? ➸ w.c: 3.2k ➸ tags: you can all thank @risquewonu​ for this <333  

➸ author’s note: ahh, i’m sorry this took me so long! i didn’t mean to write this much, but what the smuth wants, the smuth gets. also, i want to thank you all for 100 followers! i’ll make a separate post to properly thank you all, but i am!!! baffled!!! i really appreciate the support ;u; love you guys! 

If there are two things in this world that you are absolutely certain of, they are: 1) Men ain’t shit, and 2) with the exception of Kim Mingyu. Knowing this information doesn’t really benefit you in any way. You still go out on Tinder dates that leave you high and dry 15 minutes after taking you home. And Kim Mingyu is still your very platonic best friend, who seems to be reliable in every single way except perhaps in the one way you need most desperately. 

But for all you know, he could be just like every other male in bed. He couldn’t be unbelievably handsome, the most thoughtful, caring person you know, and a sex god; it just wouldn’t be fair! No, it is much easier to convince yourself that Mingyu’s perfection only extended to being a best friend, if only for your peace of mind. Otherwise, you’d have to live with the possibility that the only person who can give you sweet release is the only one you’re technically not supposed to fuck. 

For reasons that seem to become annoyingly hazy every time you lie down next to him on his bed, just as you are at this moment. 

The two of you often end nights out like this, scrolling through one another’s TikTok’s until the wee hours of the morning, laughing loudly until his neighbors threaten to file a noise complaint. As someone who has claimed him as your best friend for three years, you know you’re supposed to be used to the smell of the musky cologne that clings onto his sheets and the feeling of his warm body as he leans closer to show you his For You Page. But lately, it seems harder and harder to fight off the warmth that pulses straight to your core whenever he does anything as simple as laugh, making you shiver when his breath tickles the side of your neck. 

God, you just really need to get laid properly. You lick your dry lips and try to remind yourself that you have no idea if Mingyu would even be able to satisfy you. Though you do have to admit you couldn’t imagine any situation where the boy isn’t overly generous and eager to please-- No! Just watch the damn TikToks! 

“Hey, you good?” Mingyu suddenly asks, nudging your side. “Why aren’t you laughing? ‘His package needs to come in the fe-mail’! That one’s gold!”

You let out a snort. Leave it to Mingyu to bring you back to reality with one line. Even when you don’t say a word, he knows exactly what you need in a moment, which in this case is a reminder that he’s your very dorky friend. “Shut up, that’s so stupid,” you say, but you can’t help but laugh along with him when it replays.

“Aha, you laughed though.” Satisfied with your response he scrolls down to a video of a girl smiling suggestively into the camera. She points to the caption that says ‘If all the boys that made me cum were in my room with me right now, I would…’ Suddenly, the camera pans and she looks at the screen tiredly. The caption now read as ‘Be alone. Men are trash’.

At this, you bust out with a howl of laughter, clutching at your stomach. It was kind of sad, but it was good to know you weren’t alone in this world. All the while, Mingyu stares at you with an eyebrow raised. Once you calm down, you meet his amused gaze. “What are you looking at?”

“You thought it was that funny, huh? It’s not even that accurate,” he says teasingly. 

You roll your eyes. “Um, yeah it is. I’ve never met a man who could make me cum, and clearly many other people can relate. This video has 1.4k likes!”

Mingyu quickly puts his phone down and pouts. “Nu uh! Not all guys are that incompetent!” 

“Men are such babies,” you sigh. “They are that incompetent! You know how many dates I went to last semester, right? Not one of them made me cum!”

“Okay, I told you before you even went on those dates that those guys weren’t worth your time.” Mingyu waves his hand dismissively. “For your information, I have made sure that all the ladies that I’ve taken to the bedroom had at least one orgasm. At least!”

“Mingyu, sweetie,” you coo, patting his cheek as if to comfort him. “They were all faking it, because they didn’t want to hurt your feelings.”  Right? They all had to have faked it. You try to tell yourself this, try to reign in the last bit of sanity you have before your mind wanders off to anywhere inappropriate.

Your best friend now props himself up so that you could properly see the smirk plastered across his annoyingly chiseled features. “You’re so sure, huh? I bet I could make you cum multiple times. Easily.” 

Your mouth falls open in shock. It isn’t uncommon for the two of you to taunt each other like this, but you have also never been in such a vulnerable mood. It’s the type of mood that has your heart racing impossibly fast, the type of mood that has your panties pathetically damp from just one sentence. You blink, trying to regain as much composure as you can. You know it’s too late, though; your imagination is already flashing through scenes of your deepest desires, all being fulfilled by the man in front of you. But Mingyu is only joking, so you do what you can to continue playing along and pretend like you don’t want him to just fuck you into the mattress until you were drooling into his sheets. 

“I-I seriously doubt that!” you say, but there is no conviction in your voice. Clearing your throat, you try adding, “Dude, I’ve literally seen you fall down a flight of stairs when you were sober. And we were going up. Kinda hard to imagine that you’ll know how to fuck me to an orgasm when you can’t even walk right.” 

Now you’re just lying through your teeth, but you want to hold off the inevitable moment that Mingyu discovers your apparent arousal for as long as possible. The last thing you need right now is for him to laugh in your face.

Mingyu chuckles, then suddenly shifts so that his arms are placed on either side of your head, trapping you underneath him. To his surprise, you do nothing to push him off like you usually do at this point. Still, he doesn’t plan on being the first to back off, so he continues his little game, intent on winning. “See, this is why you can’t find a guy who can satisfy you. You clearly don’t know what to look for.” He leans down until the tip of his nose grazes yours. For good measure, he drops his voice an octave and says, “You’ll be the one who can’t walk right when I’m done with you.” 

Perplexingly, his shameless flirting doesn’t make you move as he predicted. Nor does it make you look annoyed. Instead, you look up at him with eyes that are unmistakably glazed over with something he didn’t quite expect to see: pure lust. It immediately sends a rush of blood down to his cock. He blinks. Oh. So this is where the night is going. He only falters for a moment, but he soon flashes a breathtaking smile down at you, his eyes glinting mischievously. 

 It isn’t like he’s never thought about it before; he had just assumed that once you started calling him your best friend, you were also lowkey telling him that sex was off the table. And it wasn’t like he minded, because he definitely liked being by your side knowing it was fully okay to be himself since you were obligated to love him regardless. Plus there was just something about you that made him want to take care of you and if being your best friend was the only way he could do it, then that had been fine by him. But now that he knows that he can take care of you in another way, in the way that he sometimes found himself yearning for on lonely nights, he is all too eager to break free of the unspoken boundaries between the two of you. 

“And what am I looking for?” you whisper. 

“It seems like you’re looking for me, baby,” he responds softly, before pressing a kiss where your jaw meets your neck. He slowly drags his lips down the side of your neck, and revels in how it already has you pressing your legs together. “Damn, you weren’t kidding when you said those guys didn’t make you cum, huh? Is that why you’re already so fucking worked up? You want to cum that badly?”

You nod wordlessly, not quite ready for Mingyu to hear the desperate whine that would surely leave your lips as he continues pressing wet kisses along your skin. You opt to simply thread your fingers in his hair and tug hard enough to show your impatience. It seems to trigger something in him; all in an instant, your best friend’s soft lips clash against your own, his tongue easily sliding into your mouth, all the while while his hand reaches down to grab one of your thighs. He squeezes it teasingly before pushing it outwards, which causes the mini skirt you’re wearing to bunch up around your waist, revealing your panties and how they cling to your pussy like a second skin. 

“M-mingyu!” you squeak into his lips when you feel his fingers tentatively rub small circles into the wet spot. He nips at your lip harshly as he starts to rub more deliberately, the flimsy fabric of your underwear creating a delicious friction against your clit. “H-hah! Yes, o-oh my god!” 

“Fuck, you’re already so wet for me, baby girl,” he chuckles, but he knows he isn’t one to talk while his cock is half hard just from hearing the way you moan his name. “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you. You’re not leaving this room until your little pussy cums nice and hard on my cock.” 

“Ngh!-- yes p-please! Please, Mingyu,” you beg mindlessly. Your eyebrows are scrunched together in concentration. Despite your best friend’s promises, you are still hesitant to hold out any hope for anything more than what you’re accustomed to, so you try to take as much as you can while it lasts. However, in your lustful daze, you had forgotten that if Kim Mingyu is anything, he is a man of his word. 

 You let out a high-pitched moan when his fingers suddenly grind harsh circles into your clit, more surprised than anything else that he even knew where to find it. “But first,” he says, licking his lips, “you’re going to be a good girl and cum just like this. Right into your filthy little panties. Can you do that for me, baby?” 

He takes your drawn out whine as a response, and continues to rub relentlessly over your hardened clit until your legs begin to shake. That’s when he shoves the soaked material of your underwear to the side and pinches the bud. Hard. 

He rolls your clit between the pads of his fingertips over and over, sending jolts of electric pleasure all the way to your toes. It causes them to curl, all the while you feel the heat simmering in your lower abdomen finally coil tighter and tighter. “Fuckfuckfuck,” you chant, the words coming out slurred like you’re a teenager who’s gotten drunk from one sip of champagne. “M-mingyu-- mmh! I t-think I’m going to--!” 

A loud cry leaves your lips the moment the coil snaps, and you nearly tear up from how much better it feels to finally cum on someone else’s fingers, especially Mingyu’s long, thick digits.  He soothingly slides them through your drenched folds, mesmerized by how much wetness now covered his hand. “That’s it, baby,” he encourages. Once your body slumps back into the mattress, he brings his fingers up to see how they glisten in the light. “We’ve barely even started and look at what the mess you’ve already made. You must have been waiting so long for me to fuck you, huh?” 

Not even your post-orgasm buzz can keep you from getting irked by Mingyu’s cockiness, which is why you reach your own hand down to squeeze his cock through his jeans. “Seems like I’m not the only one who’s been waiting for this,” you say with a sly grin of your own. He watches you, jaw clenched, as you swiftly pop the button of his pants open and slip your fingers past the waistband of his underwear to take hold of his fully hardened member. 

It feels warm and heavy in your palm, which can barely wrap around the girth. You bite your lip, your pussy greedily clenching around nothing at the thought of how good it would stretch you out.

“I should have known you’d be a fucking tease,” Mingyu rasps. His hips buck into your hand involuntarily, and his smile returns when he notices how the movement makes you whimper in anticipation. 

There is a beat of silence when you and Mingyu meet eyes before the both of you begin undressing each other as fast as you can, haphazardly tugging off both your shirts, his pants, and your pesky undergarments. Once he’s tossed aside your soiled panties, he immediately presses your thighs apart to get a full view of your sopping cunt. “So pretty,” he mumbles to himself, spreading the lips apart with his fingers. His member throbs at the sight, the tip leaking precum when he sees how your pussy clenches in anticipation. “I bet it’s going to look even prettier when it’s taking my fat cock, don’t you think?”

The two of you watch in awe as Mingyu starts to sink into your entrance, a garbled moan leaving your lips when the tip alone already has you feeling so full. “Mingyu, h-how is-- ooh!-- your d-dick soo-- f-fucking big? A-Ah!” It takes a good while for you to finish your sentence as each of Mingyu’s shallow thrusts leave you gasping for air. By the time he bottoms out, the both of you are panting hard, both engrossed by how snugly his cock fits in your walls. 

“Shit, if I had known you’d be this tight, I would have fucked you sooner,” Mingyu groans. He slowly drags his member out of you, letting you feel every inch of him before he surges forward into a feverish pace that already has his bed frame creaking loudly. He is definitely getting a noise complaint from his grumpy neighbors tonight. But seeing you underneath him like this, lips parted and legs spread, definitely makes it difficult to care about anything other than the desire to hear more of your needy cries. “Does it feel good, baby girl? Do you like how my cock fills your little pussy?”

“It fuh--!--ngh, feels s-soo good,” Having already came once, your sensitivity is on overload, and each rough thrust of Mingyu’s hips, each crude slap of his skin against yours, is enough to drive you closer and closer to delirium. “Mmh-- please, Mingyu! F-fuck me so deep!”

“Anything for my little cockslut.” He moves quickly to kneel between your legs, hooking his arms underneath your knees to keep them open as he continues to pound into you. The new position instantly makes you keen loudly, eyes rolling to the back of your head when you feel his member brush against your cervix. 

“Fuuuuck,” you sob and clutch at the sheets. His grip on your legs tightens and he angles his hips so that he hits that spot every time, rendering you completely incoherent. You want to beg him to fuck you like this forever, to tell him you’d do anything to feel his cock fuck you open every night, but you can only babble, unable to comprehend anything that isn’t the insatiable thirst burning within you.

“Damn baby, did I fuck you stupid?” Seeing you so drunk on his cock, he wonders how anyone could ever fuck you without wanting to see you cum over and over again. His hair falls over his eyes as he fucks up into you with renewed vigor, his hot skin covered in a light sheen of sweat. He grits his teeth when he feels how tightly your walls grip onto him.“Shit-- you must want me to make you cum again, baby girl. Your little pussy just keeps sucking me in.”

“H-hah, y-yes! Yes, please god, Mingyu, I want to c-cum again. P-please let me cum,” you beg, practically writhing as you pathetically attempt to meet his thrusts. Without any hesitation, Mingyu brings down his thumb and presses it into your swollen clit, causing your body to seize up suddenly. “A-Aah Mingyu! I’m--!” The intensity of your orgasm has your back arching off the mattress, head thrown back in a silent scream. Wave after wave of pleasure continuously washes over you, seemingly unending, unlike any orgasm you ever thought possible. 

“That’s right baby girl, get my cock nice and wet,” Mingyu growls. He fucks you through your release as he sloppily chases his own, not too far behind with how your walls are pulsing around him. He makes sure his cock is deep inside you and stills his hips when fills you with his hot cum. “Fuck, this pussy was fucking made for me.”

Just as you think you’ve finally come down from your high, he pulls out of you and he shifts to lower himself to place his mouth on your spent pussy. “M-mingyu!” 

You squirm and half-heartedly try to shove his head away, far too sensitive to have his tongue licking into your leaking entrance, but Mingyu is persistent. He pushes your legs to your chest to keep you from squeezing them close, and hums when he tastes the hot mixture of your and his own cum on his lips. The way he slurps and sucks at your folds is absolutely sinful as he eats you out like you’re the most delectable treat. It almost hurts to feel so much ecstasy at once, but it still leaves you mewling for more, unable to get enough of the boy.

Your third orgasm ripples over you when he suddenly scrapes his teeth over your abused clit, and you feel a tear slide down your cheek as you weakly shake against his mouth. 

Mingyu is smiling when he pulls away, looking slightly ridiculous with how his lips still glisten with cum. You tiredly slump back into his pillows, eyes already drooping close. “What is it?”

“I told you I could do it~” he says proudly. He goes to grab some tissues from the bedside table so that he could start cleaning you up, giggling all the while. It really is unfair how he could look so cute moments after railing you into another dimension. 

You groan. You’re never going to hear the end of this.

[wonderwomanfantasy]

kinktober day 12

pegging w/ Kaminari

Masterlist

I think we let go of the pegging meme too soon, bring that shit back

warnings: I use the word femboy, pegging, sub!kaminari, Daddy kink.

word count: 1,000 (about)

Summary: Your boyfriend is good about staying on top of trends and uptodate on all the latest memes, that includes Femboy hooters of course,

Every day you hated TikTok more and more. Mostly because the stupid app stole more than half of your boyfriend's attention on any given day and gave him horrible idea’s for couple pranks, but damn if this wasn’t one of his best TikTok inspired ideas.

Kaminari looked fantastic in the pleaded skirt  and “Femboy Hooters” crop top. the curve of his ass was accentuated, a light blonde treasure trail disappearing into the waistband making him look absolutely ravishing and good lord you might go crazy if you thought too much about the thigh highs he was wearing.

Normally you ignored him when he filmed TikToks in your room, but try as you might, you found yourself staring as he threw it back. You couldn’t help but be a little jealous knowing that you wouldn’t be the only one to see him like this.

Kaminari caught your gaze and smirked at you. “Want to film something with me, Babe?” He asked.

quickly you turned away, your cheeks growing warm as he laughed. But as he started filming his next video you risked a glance, and seeing that his attention was off of you, you resumed watching.

“What? you’re dating a girl that won’t peg you? I am So sorry king,”  you almost choked hearing the audio that Kaminari so sweetly lip skinked too.  

“You good sweetie?” Kaminari asked teasingly, biting his lower lip 

“You’re lying to TikTok, You’ve never been pegged a day in your life- unless you and Jirou were a little closer than I first thought,” you shot back, Making him flush.

“No! but you know if you wanted to,” He trailed off letting you fill in the blanks. you smiled

“Okay, but you have to wear this outfit,” you said, now you just had to find a strap on.

Kaminari always talked a big game but the second you started making out with him he became a messy blushy mess. Even more when you started toying with his sex.

You pushed your lubed up fingers in and out of his tight ass. His thighs trembled, and his face was bright red. His mini skirt was flicked up showing off his lower half, his cock twitched, straining against the thong he was still wearing.

He moaned with each thurst of your fingers as you stretched him.  

“M-More (y/n),” He begged rolling his hips against your hand.

“Naughty boy, We can’t risk hurting you,” you said sardonically. he bit his lower lip and looked away, It was too much to look at your face when you were pleasing him like this. If he looked at you now he would cum and he didn’t think he could face the teasing that would incur.  you leaned down and pressed your lips to his bulge, kissing his covered cock.

Kaminari moaned and couldn’t help buck grind against your face. “please don’t tease (y/n),” He whined.

“If I’m not allowed to tease what do you want me to do?”

“I want you to fuck me,” He whimpered.

you smirked, “that’s all you had to say love,” You fliped him on his stoumach hiking his hips into the air and pulling down the thong and nudging his knees apart.

The dildo was a Strapless Strap on, you fit one end inside of yourself before lubing up the other, much larger, end that was meant for Denki.

“(y/n) please I’m going to die of old age here,” He complained wiggling his hips. you rolled your eyes and spanked him making him yelp, more in surprise than pain.

“be patient you brat,” you said rolling your eyes and settling behind him teasing his entrance. Instantly he shut up and started backing himself against the neon pink toy.

slowly you pushed your hips forward burring the dildo deeper and deeper into him.  you stopped several times to let him adjust to the foreign object inside of him.  

“p-please Babe- I need you to fuck me,” he panted. you ran your fingers through his hair pulling his head back.

“you sure?” you asked

“y-yes,” he gulped slowly you began thrusting into him. hard enough to make him groan

“Oh fuck Daddy-” Kaminari moaned making you pause, He laughed awkwardly realizing what he had done “S-Sorry babe,” before he could backtrack further you tugged on his hair and snapped your hips forward starting thrusting again.

“Daddy huh? You really are dirty aren't you?” you teased. Kaminari couldn’t even focus enough to form a complete sentence, He dug his hands into the sheets and moaned loudly encouragingly you to fuck him harder.

“You really love Daddy’s cock don’t you slut?” you growled not expecting an answer, you really should have tried this a long time ago. once Denki was in a grove you reached over and pulled out the remote that came with the toy and flicked it on to the first setting, Slow pulsing vibrations went through your core making you both moan.

“F-Fuck Daddy!” Denki cried his hips jerking violently before his body went lax.

“Did you just cum?” you asked a little amazed. he looked over his shoulder sheepishly with tears in his eyes.

“A little bit?”  He gulped you couldn’t help but laugh, you leaned down to kiss him reassuringly.

“it’s okay baby I’m not mad, you just have to get Daddy off now too,” you purred raising the intensity of the vibe and started humping the toy which just so happened to fuck the toy in and out of Denki who certainly didn’t mind.

“Fuck Baby I’m going to cum,” you warned kissing his shoulder

“M-Me too,”  Kamanari warned

“Already? greedy boy,” you teased. “Well go on, cum for Daddy,”

Kaminari really did make it easy to tease him, His body jerked again and he cried out as he came again, you were quick to follow, sinking as far on your end and digging your nails into his hips as you orgasmed.

you fell to your side pulling Denki into your arms peppering his face with kisses.

“I’ll get you some water, do you want anything else?” you asked nuzzling his hair.

“Can you grab my phone? I need to film a TikTok,” he mumbled

“why do you need to film a TikTok?” you asked and his face flushed a deep red.

“I-It’s a trend to film before and after a dick appointment,”  

[comfortwriting]

Ignorance is bliss - G.W

Masterlist, Posting schedule, Requesting Rules, Writing Prompts

soft dom! George Weasley x Fem Reader

Prompts 21 & 22:

21: “why are you crying love?” his voice called out softly.

22: Tears welled up in your eyes “you can shove your puking pastilles up your arse!”

Requested/About: The reader makes special plans with George but he forgets all about them. When he finds her crying, she snaps at him and ignores him for a week - one day he sees her in the courtyard talking to her best-friend Draco. George doesn’t like this, so he picks her up and carries her to her dorm, making it up to her for missing last week.

Warnings: oral (female receiving), multiple orgasms, sex, squirting, shaking, sobbing, begging, use of the safe word, size kink, fem masturbation and praising. 

You braided your hair and looked at yourself one last time in the mirror, wearing your best mini skirt and crop top, looking out of your dorm window, you felt butterflies swarm in your stomach. 

You and George decided to have date night once a week from today onwards, the grounds of Hogwarts had more scenery than you thought and only being able to go to Hogsmeade at the weekend started to become slightly boring.  

Sneaking out of the grounds, the sun kissed your bare shoulder and you hurried off to the Quidditch Pitch, waiting for George. A few seconds went by, then minutes, you kept pondering up and down the pitch, waiting and looking around for any sight of your boyfriend. 

The minutes fizzled out into an hour, the warm early evening dissipating into a cold and chilly evening, the sky got darker and darker, you could see the stars twinkling in the sky. At this rate, you knew if George were to show up, it would be too late - he had stood you up again and your sun kissed shoulder was now being nibbled on by the cold. 

You stormed back to the castle, carrying your bag of food you nicked from the hardworking house elves, walking into the Gryffindor common room you saw George making fun of his little brother Ron, completely oblivious to your entrance. Storming over to him with tears spilling down your face, you dumped the bag of food in his lap and stormed off to your room. 

George looked up into your eyes and his smirk dropped “why are you crying love?” he called out softly. 

Ignoring his calls, you walked into your room, wiping off your make up with a baby wipe and bunched your hair up into a loose ponytail, you pulled off your clothes and got dressed into your pyjamas. 

“please can talk to me, darling.” 

“You stood me up again, you said you wouldn’t and you’d take things seriously this time!”

George’s face dropped, remembering the date he was supposed to show up for hours ago, you pushed past time and let you owl out to go and hunt for the night. 

“shit, I-I’m sorry, Y/N, I just got so caught up in-”

Tears welled up in your eyes “you can shove your puking pastilles up your arse!” 

George tried to take hold of you arm but you pulled yourself out of his grip, you made your bed and stared at him “I don’t want to talk anymore, George, please just leave me alone.”

For the rest of the week you ignored George, he had stood you up so much that you didn’t dare waste anymore of your time with him, instead of joining him on your way to meal times and class, you started spending more time with your best friend Draco.

“Why is Y/N talking to that tosspot?” Ron asked George, walking out to the courtyard, Fred following behind. 

George stopped in his tracks and stared at you and Draco, grinning from ear to ear and laughing, him straightening out your robes. He hated the fact you and Draco were so close, he hated it even more that the platinum blonde was making you smile and laugh. 

Draco stopped mid sentence and looked up at your boyfriend who shoved himself between the both of you. 

“Cheers pal, but me and Y/N will be off now” George lifted you up and placed you over his shoulder. 

“George! Don’t be stupid, put me down!” you ordered, trying to break free. 

George rolled his eyes and laughed lightly “you can’t ignore me forever, love.” 

Students stared at you as George walked down the halls and up the stairs, taking you to his empty dorm room, he placed you down on his bed and smirked at you. Your annoyed expression fell and you smirked slightly, trying not to chuckle. 

“Think you can ignore me forever, do you?” George bit his lip and pulled you down the bed, your legs hanging over the edge. 

You rolled your eyes “I was doing pretty well until you kidnapped me”

George scoffed “oh, shut up” he got out his wand and walked away from you. 

“no one will be able to hear us, will they? or walk in?” you asked, watching him, resting your head against the bed.

“not at all” George replied, placing a silencing charm around the room and locked the door. 

Walking towards you and placing his wand back in his pocket, George’s stare turned hungry, his eyes burning into you. He got onto his knees, lifting your skirt up and pulling your knickers down. 

“still want to ignore me, love?” he growled, dropping your knickers to the floor.

You shook your head and propped yourself up to look down on him “not at all”

George spat on his fingers and slowly circled them around your clit, making you moan out almost instantly after being so touch starved. George continued to stroke your clit until he attacked it with soft kisses, rubbing his fingers between your folds before circling them around your entrance.

His long and gentle tongue swirled around your clit, sucking it gently, he looked up at you with his beautiful brown eyes and slowly pushed two fingers inside of you. Still eating you out and now finger fucking you, George applied pressure over your lower abdomen whilst he kept you pushed down on the bed.

George loved going down on you, he loved using his fingers and tongue to explore you and got off knowing how much you loved him being down there.

Your fingers ran through his hair, massaging his scalp whilst you kept him in place while he ate your cunt, his silky saliva coating your pussy. Coming up for air, George looked at you and you blushed madly at the sight of him; your juices all over his red puffy lips.

“You look so fucking hot” you breathed out.

George licked his lips “you taste so fucking good, I want you to cum on my fingers and tongue” he dived back down on you and continued to eat you out.

You hear rolled back and you scrunched your eyes shut, his fingers and tongue playing you like a delicate instrument, causing you to make all kinds of noises.

“Your tongue and fingers... incredible” you moaned again.

George started to flick his tongue faster against your swollen, pink clit and his fingers were also moving faster inside of you, stimulating your G-Spot; he could feel you tightening around his fingers.

George moved his mouth off you again “go on” he encouraged you “cum for me”

You nodded your head and continued to watch him, his tongue swirling against your clit, then sucking it, all the while his fingers penetrating you and motioning ‘come here’.

The heaviness pooled in your stomach, you laid back and relaxed, instead of chasing the orgasm and stressing, you allowed it to come to you. Your back began to arch and your knees began to knock against George.

You tried to push yourself away but George held you down, you lifted yourself up and held George down, cumming and feeling the pressure continue to build up.

“I’m going to squirt” you moaned out.

George moaned against your pussy “squirt love, all over my fingers”

The pressure inside of you finally burst and you were hit with a wave of pleasure, liquid squirting out from beneath you, all over George’s fingers and arm.

George withdrew his fingers and got up from his knees, climbing onto you he kissed you, your tongues circling one another, his dick getting even harder knowing you could taste yourself on his lips.

You pulled George’s jumper and shirt off, your fingers running to his trousers, unbuttoning and unzipping them so he could take them off.

“Take off your robes” he ordered you “your shirt and bra too”

George moved back for a moment to pull off his trousers and his boxers, causing his hard cock to slap against his stomach. His hungry eyes roamed your body, taking in your breasts, your curves, each and every part of you - he smirked and pulled off your skirt.

You glanced down at his erection and yours widened “you’re so fucking big, George.” 

George blushed and placed a condom onto his length before adding lube, he brushed his cock against your entrance teasingly, pulling you closer to him so he could rest your legs on his shoulders. 

You stared up into his gorgeous eyes and bit your lip, he bent down to kiss you and pushed himself inside of you, the two of you letting out soft moans as you got used to his size and your walls tightening around him.

“you’re so bloody tight, love.” George grunted, starting to fuck you. 

You continued to moan, your hands gripping onto his bedsheets, each trust George made inside of you made you moan out louder, your hands moved up to your breasts and you started to caress them gently. 

“that's it” he breathed “play with your tits for me”

Doing as you were told got George off even more, you could feel his length deep inside of you, hitting your sensitive G-Spot making you arch your back and beg for more. 

“please don’t stop!” you wailed, on the verge of tears “you feel so good!”

George licked his lips and moaned your name, he leaned down again to kiss you, your tongues fighting one another again. George pulled away from the kiss and with one hand he pulled it down to your sensitive slit. 

“Touch yourself over me, love, make yourself cum for me.” he growled lowly.

You nodded and started to play with yourself, your gentle fingers gliding over your clit in circular motions whilst you slowly bucked your hips whilst George continued to fuck you. 

“such a good girl, aren’t you?” George moaned out, watching you pleasure yourself. 

George leaned back and got on his knees, his hands gripped onto your hips for support and with each thrust you could feel him hit your G-Spot - you had to focus extra hard to keep playing with yourself with the amount of pleasure George was giving you. 

“just for you” you sobbed

George groaned out, your walls tightening even more around his twitching cock.

You couldn’t stop the tears welling up in your eyes, the pleasure started to rive you over the edge - getting close from playing with yourself and George getting you close too, the familiar heaviness building up inside of you.  

Your eyes scrunched shut, tears of pleasure running down your cheeks “I can feel your dick so deep inside me, George I’m getting close.”

Your sobs of pleasure aroused George even more, your legs started to shake uncontrollably on his shoulders, making him grip onto you even tighter to keep you still. Your moans got louder and filled the dorm room, the pressure in your lower stomach getting heavier until you finally released again. 

“good girl” George moaned

Your liquid soaked George and his bed covers, making him twitch even more inside of you, the beads of sweat on his forehead twinkling against the beams of the sun, breaking through the gap in the curtains.

“your dick is so fucking big” you sobbed through moans, knowing it would get him closer “cum for me, George”

George finished his marathon and released, just as you called out the safe word, your legs shaking so much like you had been struck by lightening. 

George pulled out, collapsing next to you and pulling off his filled condom, tossing it lazily in the bin. 

“I’m sorry, love” he breathed out “didn’t cross any boundaries, did I?” he wrapped his arm around you.

You shook your head, trying to catch your breath “no, it was perfect timing really” 

George placed a kiss on the side of your head “I’m still going to make it up to you” he mumbled.

You blushed lightly and smiled “oh yeah?”

George smiled back “yeah, I’m taking you out for a drink tomorrow.”

[evak-fic-rec-turtleanon]

Evak Fics - Pining

I’m posting half of this list first because I started it a long time ago and it’s taking me a while to go through all the fics. So I will update with more later. 

*** Mutual Pining *** Pining - I might put mutual pining under pining if we don't see much of the other person pining. *** Bonus - The pining is not between Evak 

For the anon from this ask.

I will try my best to separate out the mutual pining fics but I think it will be tricky if it's not tagged as that. So bear with me and let me know of any mistakes or fics I missed out on.

. First Posting : 11 July 2021. Under 15k fics.  .

******* Mutual Pining *******

Even the Illustrator by eavk (SERIES, 3 fics) - An AU where Even’s an illustrator who draws what kids describe to him for YouTube, and Isak is the smitten father of a six year old with a wild imagination.

Postcards by HedwigsTalons (1k words) - Isak's wall is covered in postcards. Isak is supportive of Even's career and he cherishes every postcard but the long distance relationship hurts.

Feelings Come and Go, But Not With You by ultimatelawrence (1.9k words) - It was meant to just be a holiday romance. A fling. Nothing like love. But now it was six months later and Even was still pining over the angel he had met in Paris.

let's pretend into forever by Bellakitse (2.3k words) - “Let me get this straight,” Even starts. “You lied to your boss about having a boyfriend, told her it was me, and now you need me to go with you to your science nerd dinner?”

i will love you until the very, very end (and you were my best friend) by traumatic (2.4k words) - Isak and Even share something in the cool waters of a spring fed pool that no one, not even their fiancées, could ever understand.

Breathe Me by photographer_of_thoughts (4.5k words) - A high school reunion brings Isak and Even together after ten years, and neither of them can forget what happened when they were both seventeen.

Everything comes back to you by MermaidsandMermen (4.8k words) - Light pining. A dribble oneshot for Halloween, full of fluff and Even and Isak and a tiny pinch of angst. Because we need some Halloween fluff. That's all.

Fuck Tha Police by MacksDramaticShenanigans (5.2k words) - “This,” Eskild said, spinning the photograph around so everyone could see it, “is a picture of the latest piece of vandalism from our favorite little street punk.” he finished with a heavy sigh. They are both cops.

i tried to be strong but i lost it (i knew it was wrong, i’m beyond it) (6.3k words) - Even has a thing for his intern, Isak has a thing for his boss, they're both a bit clueless and their friends just want them to get their shit together.

all I see is you by littlemovie (Lejla) (7.4k words) - “Aren’t you gonna ask me why I’m a bad person?” Isak somehow whined and demanded at the same time. Jonas blew out a breath in amusement, which made the dark curls on his forehead move with his breath. “I’m guessing it has something to do with that guy, Even, from the coffeeshop?”

Addicted by endlessandinfinite (8k words) - They’re both completely, overwhelmingly, and incredibly...addicted. Best friends to lovers.

Calleth You, Cometh I by Kollakolan (8.4k words) - “Isak!” Mikaels pipes up. “Didn´t you two have a thing?” he turns to Even. A thing, Even thinks to himself. Yes, Isak and him definitely had a thing. They actually had a low-key thing going for years, but it never really turned into something more. The timing was never right.

In Vino Veritas by Sabeley (9.9k words) - After seven years apart, Isak wakes up to find Even in his bed and a wedding ring on his finger.

Let Me by GayaIsANerd (10.6k words) - Summer brings a lot of things. The smell of sunscreen. The sound of children playing in the shallow part of the lake. The taste of cold beer. The sweet tang of weed. But most importantly, summer brings Isak.

Something Borrowed, Something Blue by BluebeardsWife (10.8k words) - Fake dating AU, you know the drill. Even hires Isak to pretend to be his boyfriend at his ex's wedding. This Means Nothing to Me by cuteandtwisted (10.8k words) - Isak and Even are friends and roommates who don't believe in love anymore (after they both get dumped by other people) until they do. Aka the Friends/Roommates-To-Lovers Don't you let me go by solarpower21 (12.2k words) - In this universe, Isak and Even are roomates and nothing more. Except that there is something more between them and they both know that but are too stubborn to admit it. Too bad it takes a very unfortunate event for them to face the truth. Burn Down The Disco by TheGirlNoOneKnows5 (12.2k words) - A 'Black Mirror: Hang The DJ' AU in which Isak and Even decide to rebel against a futuristic dating system that pairs users up with various people in order to find their perfect match.

La Petite Mort by EvenbechNeiheim (13.4k words) - Even Bech Næsheim is one of those cool and very hot media students at Uni who might just got the task to make a film project. Eskild is the best wingman and things like accidently falling in love with an asshole media student happen. Based on the FIRST KISS YouTube video that gave the internet an entire meltdown. 

when your heart is bleeding, i'm coming to get you by orphan_account (13.5k words) - Isak doesn't exactly expect his hookup from last week to be the love advice columnist at the school newspaper he's working at. He also doesn't expect to fall even harder for him than he already has, which is a shame, really, since Even's crushing on someone else. 

Heal My Heart for Christmas by iwritetropesnottragedies (recklesslee) (13.5k words) - It’s been ten years since Isak left his small town for the big city of Oslo with his father. He hardly even thought of his time there anymore. Until he received a letter from his mother asking him to come home for Christmas for the first time since he had left. 

Love in the Time of COVID: Battlestar Edition by sweetasmaple (14k words) - Isak and Even find each other again during the COVID-19 lockdown, one Battlestar Galactica episode at a time. 

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******* Pining *******

never seemed so alive by retts (1k words) - Nothing special, just four letters strung together to spell out E V E N but they made Isak's heart race and his face blush and his hands tremble.

Hopeless by waitineedaname (1k words) - Light pining. There was no way in hell Isak would be able to talk to Even. He was tall and cool and handsome, and Isak was pretty sure talking to him would make him spontaneously combust.

i could probably just curl up in you. by milominderbinder (1.3k words) - Isak is away at a cabin with the guys when he gets a text from Even. 'hey, babe, did you take my favourite hoodie?' He is, of course, outraged that Even would accuse him of such treachery. The fact that Isak is wearing the hoodie at that very moment has nothing to do with it.

stuck on you (what did i do?) by itjustkindahappened (1.8k words) - It’s not that Even doesn’t try to be friendly with him—Isak just makes it so hard. Whenever Even approaches, Isak either makes up a fumbling excuse to leave, or just becomes really stiff and refuses to acknowledge Even’s existence.

now and forever (i will be your man) by thekardemomme (2.2k words) -Warning for pain. 3 times isak kisses even +1

i be up in the gym just working on my fitness by orphan_account (2.3k words) - Even knows that he's quite literally going to die when he finds his crush sweating on an elliptical, reading a book with his glasses slipping down his nose.

You know where I stay by nofeartina (2.4k words) - Warning for pain. Isak is so beautiful first thing in the morning. When he still has creases in his face from the pillow, when his face is red and puffy from sleep, his hair all messed up and curly. Even prefers this Isak. This is his Isak, this is only for him.

won't you be my livewire by itjustkindahappened (3.2k words) - "i've been tryin to grab your attention in class for over half an hour by poking you and throwing things onto your desk and you're refusing to acknowledge me and gdi all i wanted to do was tell you that you look cute and now it's gone too far and i can't go back"

Cookies and Cream by GayaIsANerd (3.5k words) - Isak has a crush on the barista. He's too scared to do anything about it, but luckily there's a blizzard coming up.

i can feel the weather in my bones by EvenbechNeiheim (3.7k words) - Isak and Even are childhood friends. There’s a boyfriend sweater and Isak is just desperate to wear it.

On the silver screen by Lokkanel (4k words) - Isak was really not in the mood for this. He had a long week at work, and all he wanted was to relax with his friend, drink a few beers, maybe even smoke some weed and just chill. But no. When Jonas called him to say that he won tickets to the coolest indie film festival in Oslo, Isak knew he could forget his plans for a quiet and simple weekend.

I want to love you (in my own language) by fauu_stine (4k words) - “Okay. Maybe I’m not happy,” he admits in a resigned whisper. “Do you need a shrink discussion or a best friend discussion?” "I think- I think it’s more of a friend with benefits kind of talk."

Don't be an ass by Julieseven (4.1k words) - Even really tried to forget about him. It started out as a harmless little crush, really. He saw him at the karaoke bar SYNG one night, singing "I don't want to miss a thing" at the top of his lungs, clearly drunk out of his mind, but looking like an angel with his messy dark blond locks and crooked smile.

Little Black Book by Laika (4.3k words) - Isak Valtersen is studying his third year at the University of Oslo and having the time of his life. Enter Evy Bech Næsheim, straight out of Nissen, in his stockings, mini skirts and bubblegum scented lip gloss.

cracks in our foundation by towonderland72 (4.8k words) - “You know, like a thousand years ago, men used to wear makeup?” Even asks, as Isak gapes at himself.

Safest With You (Green Curtains) by eavk (5.3k words) - Isak keeps staying up too late studying at the library, but luckily there's an escort service that gives students a buddy to walk with to keep safe at night.

the one with the prom video by thekardemomme (5.5k words) - Even has been in love with Isak since they were younger, but he never intended for Isak to find out this way.

Senses by Lokkanel (5.5k words) - Sight, hearing, smell, touch, taste… Or Even falling in love with Isak, one sense at a time.

you're the one i wanna grey with (5.6k words) - They've only been dating a month, so Isak shouldn't be pathetic enough to miss Even this much when he's only gone for a weekend.

Orion's Nebula by thekardemomme (5.6k words) - Light pining I think. Even Bech Næsheim was enrolled in an astronomy class for one reason and one reason only: the cute ass boy he saw standing in the registration line.

with the taste of a poison paradise by chasingflower (6k words) - It’s routine by now. Isak hangs out with his friends during the day and at night he kisses the Dream-Even that lives on the other side of the door in his living room, and basks in the warm fuzzy feelings he gets as a result of the attention. Coraline Au.

How to Get Your Man - A Plan By Even Bech Naesheim by Evakkk (6.1k words) - When Magnus drops a big secret in front of Even... Even comes up with a brilliant plan to get Isak to reveal his true feelings. All it takes is one little lie, and one crazy family reunion.

To Burn With Desire by photographer_of_thoughts (6.1k words) - AU in which Isak and Even are neighbours and Isak's father has a secret job that unintentionally helps Isak realize he's in love with his best friend.

Watermelon Sugar by MermaidsandMermen (6.6k words) - A little tribute to fruit and touching. To sex, and friendships and finding what you were looking for all along. And of course inspired by Harry Styles latest video offering, just because.

The Fake Boyfriend App by Crazyheart (7.2k words) - AU where Isak is desperately pining for his flatmate Even, and downloads a fake boyfriend app to get over him. When he discovers that the Fake boyfriend is a human, and not a bot, he is sceptical.

That look you give that guy by Lokkanel (7.4k words) - Isak and Even love each other in secret. It is almost thrilling at first, but when hiding and lying to their friends begin to take a toll on Even, Isak decides to end it all. He thinks he has taken the right decision, until Even eventually moves on with someone else.

my longing drives me crazy for you (7.7k words) - Isak's mum worries, Isak makes bad life decisions and Even loves Isak. It's a fake dating au.

I'm Always Here by nofeartina (9.3k words) - “Did you know that Even is working this summer? At that pool at the Plaza?” Jonas says. Isak actually sits up in excitement at this. “Fuck yeah!” Oh, a pool. Actual water they could go swimming in and cool down. And also, Even.

a garden for your love by eggsntoast (9.3k words) - He’s learning to breathe with them, even if he ends up with a floor full of violets by the end of it all. They remind Isak of him, and that’s all that matters. That’s what makes it worse. or: a Hanahaki au ft. Isak heavily pining after Even. Lots of angst.

I wrote an angry letter to the void, and the void responded (9.5k words) - Monday comes, and the book is still there. Isak looks around, content to find the floor practically empty, before giving the book the finger. Fuck that book. - a book finds it's way to Isak's sacred study spot. this proves to be a major distraction.

a constant state of closeness by chevythunder (9.7k words) - “What is it about this dude, anyway?” Elias asks. “You’ve barely even talked to him, right?” “I don’t know,” Even says. “I just got this feeling, you know? Just- I want to make sure he’s okay and safe and… stuff.” - It starts with a hug.

Is This Our Time? by Evakkk (9.9k words) - This is a world where everyone is born with an indistinguishable soulmate mark... it only changes into something recognizable, once you have physical contact with your soulmate, and it's always something meaningful to the relationship. Both partners will bear the same mark. Isak is about to turn 18... and he's the only one in his friend group who still hasn't found their soulmate. But what happens when he goes out one night, gets drunk... and wakes up with his soulmate mark?

Is This What You Wanted? by cuteandtwisted (9.9k words) - Isak is filthy rich and Even is a hardworking male model who just got signed to his father's agency. Even gets an awful offer from Isak: one night with him in exchange for money, and begins to despise him. Little does he know that everything he thinks he knows about Isak is wrong.

Just like in the movies by Lokkanel (10.5k words) - As he began taking in his surroundings, Isak realized he was in one of those small theaters that programmed independent and artsy movies, even old black and white films. He was ready to turn around and walk away when he heard a deep voice say, “Halla.”

my tiny heartbeat in his ear by riyku (11k words) - Now, about a week after the longest day of the year, the empty house across the street has stopped being empty. most beautiful things by scarletbluebird (12.7k words) - This fic is a whole ass journey. Warning for pain. This isn’t a fairytale, Isak tells himself. Even is standing at the bend in the road. He looks like a metaphor for immortal life: the youth a god would kill for. Ambrosia eyes, the universe trapped in the curve of his mouth. He looks like every warning from his mother about strangers you run into after dark. 

One week by Lokkanel (12.8k words) - This thing going on between Isak and Even, whatever they called it - fuckbuddies, friends with benefits - was simple, fun, nothing more. They were friends, they were both free to do whatever they wanted with other people. They’d just meet and have sex whenever they felt like it. Simple. Until what was bound to happen eventually did and Even fell for Isak. 

Plum by Jamz24 (13.2k words) - Femme!teacher!Even asks masculine! plumber!Isak to fix a broken shower on a scorching hot summer day...And if you think it sounds like the start of a porn film you're absolutely right! There's LOADS of smut but ... with LOTS of feelings 

Never be the same by nofeartina (14.2k words) - It starts with a bet - one of those really stupid ones: can they last an entire month without any kind of sex?It’s been 22 days – and Even is dying. 

Somewhere I’ve never been by MinilocIsland (14.6k words) - The first time Even meets Jonas' best friend, nothing goes according to plan. 

If I Should Fall Behind by MinilocIsland (14.7k words) - The plan for tonight had been crystal clear. Stay close to his best friend, and steal her away if needed. Hold her hand through the ordeal of meeting Noora again for the first time in years. Then Even shows up – and suddenly, nothing goes the way it was supposed to. 

All I Ever Wanted by MinilocIsland (14.8k words) - Isak is such a good friend. Probably the best there is. How else could he explain that he's agreed to join Magnus to this place deep in the woods for six full days of silence, meditation, and utter boredom? One thing, he knows. There's nothing exciting for him there. Right? Or: the silent retreat AU. 

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******* Bonus *******

Season 3: Jonas by Laika_the_husband (WIP, SBB 2021 fic) - There is a scene in the end of the script for season 1, where Jonas and Isak kiss each other on a dare. This story is a retelling of season 3 in a universe, where that kiss happened and completely changed the way Jonas sees Isak. Written in Jonas' POV, the story examines sexuality, love, friendship and coming to terms with never getting the boy you shouldn't have fallen for in the first place.

What the fuck is wrong with me? by notanugget (11.6k words) - The five times isak felt guilty for being in love and the one time he didn’t 

thanks for the weed, thanks for everything by evak1isak (13.1k words) - Jokael. Jonas' dealer has moved to Denmark, and Even recommends his friend's weed. What Jonas didn't expect, though, was to develop a crush on a boy, on Mikael. 

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******* WIP *******

Baby, why do you have to shine so bright? by Lilacpotter - Even knew he was radiant, and he was used to people always wanting to be around him, enchanted by his captivating words and glowing smiles, as if he was the tantalising sun. But then one day, he comes across someone who shines much brighter than the sun itself in Even’s eyes.

Lonely Hearts Club by EndingsNotTheStory - The Hearts Club. A show run by Isak and his 3 friends. He's kind of had enough with hearing about people's relationship issues and giving advice. Until the guy from his theatre class and Isak's totally not crush Even calls, dealing with relationship issues. pining

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Suptober Day 1! “Harvest”

My first ficlet for Suptober! Read under the cut :)

Pairing: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Rating: Mature 

Word Count: 2,218

Tags: Fluff, Disaster Bi Dean Winchester, Daydreaming about hot farmers, Some suggestive language (and swearing), Angelic wheat harvest assistance, The Dom Brow makes an appearance, Sam Ships It, Mini Case Fic  

On AO3 here.

“All right,” Dean announces as he stomps into the hospital room, trailing mud with every step. “You’re not gonna have a problem anymore, Randy.”

The man propped up on the hospital bed cushions glares at Dean from under bushy eyebrows. “Well, it’s about time,” he snaps. “First these-- these things terrorize my fields for weeks, then y’all show up and are so useless that they maim me after you’re already on the case, and now I’ve lost the prime window to harvest a year’s worth o’ growth ‘cause I’m laid up in this godforsaken facility. So don’t you tell me I ain’t gonna have a problem anymore.” 

Dean sinks down onto the rickety plastic chair next to the bed, moving gingerly to avoid jostling his (probably) dislocated shoulder, courtesy of some extremely vengeful spirits. He fixes Randy with an even gaze. 

“Man, I’m sorry about your leg. I am. The spirits had a wider range than we thought and we figured you’d be safe at the house.”

Randy snorts in obvious derision, his scruffy mustache fluttering comically. Dean presses on.

“But, we’ve put them to rest. Your great-grandparents aren’t gonna give you any more grief.”  Even if the rest of your family did totally fuck them over.

He stands again, awkwardly, and pats Randy’s good knee. “Sorry about your harvest, though. Can anyone help out? Neighbors? Friends?”

Randy glowers. “I ain’t takin’ no charity.”

Dean quirks his lips and nods. “Right. Take it easy, Randy.” He leaves the still-grumbling farmer behind, following his own trail of mud back down the hallway. A tall janitor lurking around the corner sends him a death glare and Dean tries for an appropriately apologetic smile. 

It’s been a real headache of a night. 

The pair of spirits haunting Randy Johnson’s wheat fields ended up being way more pissed off than Sam, Dean, and Cas had anticipated. By the time Cas located the heavy brass key to the farmhouse that was apparently tethering the property-line-obsessed spirits to the material plane, Dean and Sam were long out of rock salt. In their retreat, they’d ended up waist-deep in a pebbly creek, splashing and wobbling as they beat off the screeching spirits with crowbars. Dean has an unfortunately-placed boulder to thank for his dislocated shoulder -- he went down hard and clumsy just as Cas reappeared next to the stream, the old key melting dramatically in the bright glow of his palm. 

The spirits burned away in a shower of sparks, along with Dean’s dignity.

To top it all off, Dean drew the short straw to go tell Randy the case was closed, and he may have stomped off in a sulky huff before thinking of asking Cas or Sam to put his shoulder right. 

Oh, well. At least it’s dealt with. One more night in their more-stained-than-usual motel room, and first thing in the morning they’ll get the hell outta Dodge (almost literally - they’re up in Osborne County). 

Dean thinks of a bright July morning on the open road and sighs in relief.

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He doesn’t get his wish.

“I just feel bad, Dean!” Sam protests as Dean gesticulates incredulously at him. (His shoulder was very pleasantly healed by Cas the night before, and if Dean noticed that Cas’ warm hands lingered a little longer on his skin than was technically necessary for a cursory dislocation repair, he didn’t mention it.)

“God, Sammy, yeah, it sucks about the guy’s leg, but maybe if he wasn’t such an asshole to everyone he knows, somebody’d help him out! It’s not-- it can’t be our problem.”

Sam crosses his arms stubbornly. “It’s not about Randy. His fields are part of a huge supply that feeds a ton of people. Do you want people to go hungry, Dean?”

Castiel chooses that moment to materialize directly next to Dean, his nose inches away from Dean’s cheek. He’s holding two steaming cups of coffee and Dean immediately grabs one. Cas squints and tilts his head. “Why does Dean want people to go hungry?”

“Oh my god.” Dean throws his free hand up. “Fine. Fucking fine. We’ll find someone who’s willing to plow the dude’s fields. That’ll be easy.”

Sam opens his big mouth, probably to say something about having faith in humanity, but Cas beats him to it. Still planted firmly in Dean’s bubble, he sends a puff of warm air against Dean’s face as he speaks.

“Oh. I can do it.”

Dean and Sam both look at him. Dean shuffles back a couple steps and wills his eyes away from the guy’s lips. He really spends too much time staring at them.

“Um--” Sam clears his throat. “You can harvest Randy’s wheat?”

“I can plow, yes.” Cas nods firmly. Dean’s first sip of coffee comes spraying back out. He pounds his chest and wheezes. 

“Like-- like-- with a combine?” 

Cas furrows his brow. “Is that a machine? No, I don’t require machinery. This is a very basic task.”

“Plowing,” Dean says weakly.

“Harvesting,” Cas corrects, tilting his chin down and narrowing his eyes. “Humans have been doing it for a very long time. I used to help, now and again. I can’t imagine the process has changed much.”

Sam slaps his thighs as he stands up from his bed. “Well! Look at that, Dean. Cas doesn’t want people to go hungry.” 

Dean flips him off, but it lacks the usual heat.

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An hour later, they find themselves on the edge of a vast, lazily undulating expanse of gold. They’d skirted the north edge of the field extensively while working the spirit case, since the activity was strongest there along the creek, but in his single-minded focus Dean hadn’t really paid much attention to the field itself.

It’s big. Like, squint-into-the-distance-and-you-can’t-see-the-end big. 

“You’re really gonna plow all that?” Dean asks, glancing at Cas. The morning sun is turning the tips of Cas’ hair a chestnut gold. 

“I will cut down the stalks, separate the grain from the chaff, and deposit the edible grain into a large truck, which apparently takes it where it needs to go,” Cas says matter-of-factly. “I visited Randy early this morning to make sure I knew which truck it was.”

Sam laughs. “Oh yeah? How’d good old Randy take that?”

“He seemed dubious,” Cas says. “And rude. I assured him that despite his unsavory attitude, he would come home to harvested fields.”

“Very angelic of you,” Sam remarks. 

“So how’s this gonna go?” Dean lifts a hand to block out the steadily-rising sun. “You gonna be flapping back and forth? Probably not smart to let the locals clock an angel doing the harvest.”

Cas arches an eyebrow at him, somehow gazing down at Dean despite being an inch shorter. “I don’t flap, Dean. I may have wings, but their movement in the ether is beyond your comprehension.” 

Dean rolls his eyes and turns his face away in a show of studying the field to the north, but mostly to conceal the flush of his cheeks in response to that eyebrow. 

For Christ's sake, keep it together, Winchester.

“I can’t explain to you how it will look,” Cas continues, oblivious. “You’ll just have to watch. Anything you see will be for your eyes only. I guarantee no locals will ‘clock me.’”

Dean looks back just in time to see the tail end of the finger quotes. Cas is staring right at him, that damn eyebrow still up, a subtle challenge, daring Dean to make a move.

Maybe not so oblivious. Asshole. 

Dean smiles sweetly and gestures at the wheat. “All right then. Have at it, buddy. Show us what you’ve got.”

With no further ado, Cas is gone. Dean’s left staring through the previously-Cas-occupied space at his brother, who’s grimacing with an air of great suffering. 

“What?” Dean demands. 

Sam sighs heavily and gazes out over the field. “You two are so weird.”

Dean’s about to respond with something really witty when Sam perks up and points into the distance. “Holy crap, look!”

Dean follows the path of Sam’s outstretched finger and his mouth drops open. On the horizon, at the far end of the field, there’s a cloud. No-- a mini tornado. A golden tornado. A… sparkly tornado?

“What the--” Dean cups his hands around his eyes like blinkers. Even with the glare of the sun blocked out, though, the tornado is just as bright -- a swirling, racing funnel criss-crossing the field way faster than a combine, or even Baby, could drive. 

“Why is it-- what’s the sparkly stuff?” 

Sam’s squinting too. “I think it’s the pieces of the stalks he’s separating? And they catch the light as they get tossed around.” 

The tornado’s already halfway across the field, approaching them steadily. It’s about as tall as an oak tree, and as it gets closer Dean sees that Sam was right: thousands of little stalks and bits of grain and -- what had Cas called it? -- chaff are whirling and flitting amid the twisting golden dust of the tornado. The effect is a bit dizzying, kind of like that ocular migraine Dean had one time as a teenager, when an aura of tiny flashing spots obscured his vision, right there in his eye yet impossible to focus on. 

He steps back instinctively, Sam mirroring his movement, when the tornado grows close to them. It whips past, blowing Dean’s jacket open, and where there was once chest-high golden grain, there’s now just dirt littered with aborted stalks. 

“Damn,” Dean whispers. He’s seen Cas do all kinds of badass things, of course, but they’ve been more of the smiting and heavy-lifting variety. This is a new level of cool. In a farmer-y way. This, of course, leads Dean’s traitorous brain directly to images of worn flannel stretched tight over biceps; of a blade of hay dangling jauntily from chapped lips; of long, strong fingers gripping a pitchfork--

“--Dean!” 

The pleasantly-evolving bubble bursts. Dean twitches as Sam elbows him in the ribs.

“Dude! Cas is done, come on.”

Dean blinks a few times to bring himself back to reality (a reality with wheat-harvesting angel tornados) and realizes that Sam’s heading north along the field to where a normal-sized, non-funnel-cloudy Cas is standing, brushing off his trenchcoat. Dean follows his brother and takes in the scene; the whole field really has been reduced to nothing -- just a flat, dappled expanse.

“Damn, Cas,” he says quietly as he reaches Cas’ side. His voice comes out strained and a little breathless. “That was some good plowing.”

“Thank you, Dean,” Can replies gravely. He tugs on his cuffs and some wheat dust puffs out. “It was an effective harvest. I disguised myself from mortal eyes -- including yours -- as I transported the grain to the truck, but I trust you saw the rest?”

Sam nods enthusiastically and launches straight into a barrage of questions about the physics and techniques and yadda yadda before Dean has to come up with a response. Yeah, I saw it. Yeah, it got me all tingly. That’s normal. He takes a few deliberate, slow breaths to calm the pounding in his chest.

Still tuning Sam out, he zeroes in on a single piece of wheat still stuck in Cas’ hair. It’s poking up toward the blue summer Kansas sky -- a tiny, trembling link between earth and heaven. Dean sidles up to Cas before he can overthink it. He slips his fingers into Cas’ wild, dark hair and plucks the wheat out. 

He throws it on the ground. It belongs to the earth. 

Sam falls silent with a choked-off laugh and Cas turns his trademark unblinking stare onto Dean. But this time there’s a slight crinkle to the edges of his eyes. A quirk of his lips. 

“Thank you, Dean,” Cas says again. He reaches out and -- Dean stops breathing -- brushes another piece of wheat out of Dean’s collar. His warm fingers graze Dean’s throat and all Dean can do is watch the little stalk flutter to the ground. 

Well. So much for a steady heartbeat. 

“Hey, I’ve got stuff in my hair, too,” Sam announces, voice thick with amusement. “Anyone gonna help me out?”

Dean tears his eyes away from the enlightening piece of wheat and points a finger at Sam, leveling him with his sternest shut the fuck up face. He prays his cheeks aren’t flaming. 

“If you need assistance, Sam--” Cas says, starting toward him.

“--He’s fine,” Dean interjects hastily. Maybe a little loudly. He coughs to cover it up. Smooth. “Let’s go. I wanna hit the road.”

Sam’s already jogging away before Dean’s done speaking. “I’ve still got the keys,” he calls over his shoulder. “I’ll warm up the car. You guys can catch up!”

Cas and Dean are left at the edge of the empty field. Dean rubs his neck and shuffles his feet, acutely aware of Cas’ piercing gaze. It’s nearly warmer than the morning sun. “Uh-- that was really cool, Cas. Thanks for letting us see it.”

“Of course, Dean,” Cas replies, measured and deep. “I enjoyed sharing that with you.”

Wow. All right. Dean needs to get moving or he’s going to explode. But not before filing that particular comment away for extensive mental perusal later, in the privacy of his bedroom. 

He flashes a grin and punches Cas’ shoulder. “Come on, farmer angel. Let’s go home.”

[ptergwen]

let’s just pretend

w/c: 3.5k

warnings: rom com references, drinking, and a little bit of angst

summary: you cope with your feelings for peter by getting drunk on halloween

a/n: ok i really really love this and i loved writing it too? it’s the first like original idea i’ve had in a while so maybe that’s why but yeah i hope y’all enjoy and that this puts you in a halloweenish mood :-)

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there’s something about fall that makes you nostalgic. the same images pop into your head whenever you hear the word october. pumpkin patches, colorful leaves, and hot coffee. it reminds you of being a kid. only when you were a kid, all you could think about this time of year was what you were going to be for halloween.

you’d spend weeks getting your costume together and coordinating with all your friends. trick or treating was literally the only thing that mattered. if you wanted to get good candy, you had to have a good costume.

the high school version of candy is alcohol. everyone just goes to parties so they can drink the whole night. no one even dresses up usually. you personally would rather have chocolate than cheap beer. your whole friend group agrees on that.

that’s why you decided to throw your own party this year. anyone who misses the old halloween can come hang out. so far it’s only peter, mj, ned, betty, and the rest of the decathlon team coming. betty invited everyone for you. she also asked liz, but she’s going to flash’s party. he only gets so many people because his parents are never home and don’t care if he raids the liquor cabinet. whatever.

you’re out finding something to wear with peter and mj a few hours before it starts. ned and betty already picked their costumes. she’s going as an angel, and he’s going as the devil. you think they should switch. they���re out shopping for snacks while the three of you hit up spirit halloween.

mj groans every single second there’s silence, and peter keeps getting scared by the motion sensor decorations. he eventually ends up having to go somewhere in the store that doesn’t have any. so, it’s a lot.

“why don’t you be a vampire?” mj asks in her fake interested voice, taking a pair of fangs off the rack in front of her. you scoff. “i think i did that in sixth grade.” she puts them back with a huff. “witch?” she’s just suggesting every costume she sees so you can get out of here. her lack of enthusiasm makes you want to take longer.

“no.”

“zookeeper?”

“eh.”

“what about cat in the hat?”

“mj, what? no.”

“uh... school girl?”

“ok, that’s just offensive.”

“you’re right. why do they have that?” she eyes the costume suspiciously. you cover it up with a random cloak that fell onto the floor. you’re never going to find anything at this point. maybe it’s a sign you’re too old for this. just when you’re about to lose all hope, peter comes over.

he’s holding up the plaid yellow skirt and blazer cher wears in clueless. it’s one of the most iconic rom com outfits. you grab it with a gasp, peter giving you a knowing smile. “oh my god! wait, where did you find this?” “they have a section with movie stuff.” there’s a han solo costume in his other hand.

you throw an arm around his neck for a quick hug. peter squeezes you and chuckles when he pulls away. it gets a sigh out of mj.

“sure you don’t wanna be the guy she ends up with?” she elbows peter’s arm. the two of you share a disgusted look. “josh? ew, he’s her ex stepbrother,” you dismiss her. “they’re, like, related,” peter adds. mj rolls her eyes almost to the back of her head and starts to walk away. “someone needs to unplug both of your tv’s.” you and peter follow after her.

of course she would suggest a couple’s costume. she was probably trying to make you both get weird. you’re always being teased for spending so much time together. even your parents and may make little comments about it. you can’t help the fact that you have almost everything in common.

peter is the only person your age who doesn’t try so hard to be cool. when you’re with him, you can be the biggest nerd and wear fluffy pajamas and play with legos. it’s a judgement free friendship.

you’ll admit you’ve wanted it to become a judgement free relationship. there’s no way he doesn’t feel your heart beating against him when you cuddle during movie nights. he has to notice your goofy smile whenever he calls you a nickname.

but, it could all be platonic in peter’s mind. maybe he sees you as more of a sister. that would make josh the perfect costume to go with you as cher.

you shutter and try to push the idea out of your mind for the rest of your time at spirit halloween.

it’s almost time for the party to start when you get back to your house. your parents let betty and ned in to start setting up on their way out. they’re going for dinner so they aren’t around to embarrass you. you have until midnight, then there’s nothing you can do. that gives you four hours.

mj is changing into the coraline costume you made her get, which she actually doesn’t hate. betty is helping you do some last minute decorating. peter and ned are putting out snacks. it’s a really good system you have.

“love the the plaid, y/n. you look so fetch!” betty compliments in between throwing fake cobwebs over your couch. you snort and finish stringing up some lights. “wrong movie, but thanks.” “oh. oops,” she shrugs and gets back to cobwebbing. “peter found it for me.” all the lights are up, so you go to plug them in. betty giggles on your way over.

your living room has an orange glow to it now. dusting your hands off, you admire your work. the moment of admiration ends when you notice how betty is looking at you. “what?” “peter found it for you,” she repeats suggestively. “when he was getting his costume, yeah,” you say like it’s nothing because it is nothing.

“so, what i’m hearing is he wanted to see you in a skirt.” you furrow your eyebrows at her. “what? no, he just-“ she wiggles her own eyebrows at you. you’re going to start sweating if you talk about this any longer. too aware of yourself now, you pull down your skirt and trudge over to the stairs. “i’m gonna go check on mj.”

you’re in the middle of convincing her she looks great and to leave your room when everyone calls your name downstairs.

“what?” you shout back from behind the closed door. “you should get down here.” it’s only peter this time. mj widens her eyes at you, but you’re gone before she can say she isn’t wearing this again.

you make your way down the stairs. the three of them are huddled in front of the door. “is someone here?” you mouth, ned looking off to the side awkwardly. they all move out of the way so you can see who it is. it’s flash. you’re obviously surprised to see him at your house, especially since he’s supposed to be having his own party right now.

“um, what are you doing here?” you try not to sound mean. “didn’t you invite the whole decathlon team? i’m on it.” you’d forgotten about that. peter says he’s only an alternate. flash side steps past you to get inside. you didn’t say he could come in. he heads straight to the chip bowl on your living room coffee table. you’re left shaking your head in pure confusion.

“dude, kick him out,” ned whispers to you. you wave your hand dismissively and walk over. he’s kicking his legs up on the table when you get there. “dope outfit. you look good.” he winks and crunches on a tostito. peter is clenching his jaw, but no one sees. “why are you in my house, flash?” you push the bowl away from him. “oh, yeah. my parents came home from vegas early.”

mj finally gets downstairs, squinting at whatever is going on with you while she walks over to everyone else. “i thought we could combine parties.” flash eyes your friends in a way you don’t like. “all your guests are pretty much here, so don’t worry about space.”

you look back at peter to see what he thinks. he shakes his head no. betty is nodding her head so fast you’re pretty sure she’s going to get whiplash. ned agrees with whatever she thinks, and mj doesn’t care. majority rules. plus, you could use one of flash’s playlists to liven things up. how bad could it really be?

“text everyone my address.”

people are flooding your house in the next fifteen minutes. like, your entire grade might be here. flash hooks his phone up to your speakers and blasts his songs. people grab fistfuls of candy and dance around. you’re running low on soda, but one guy brought extra drinks. alcoholic drinks, which you’re uneasy about. that was a big reason why you wanted to have your own party in the first place.

you don’t want to be a lame host, so you let it slide. a girl is sitting on top of your kitchen counter making out with someone. people are yelling so loud you can’t make out a single conversation. this is all going on and yet somehow, the most surprising thing is that they came in costume. some are more casual, like cat ears and lifeguard hoodies. it still counts.

feeling a little bit lost in your own house, you search for peter. he’s sitting on the top stair just watching what’s going on. you get his attention by throwing a mini packet of sour patch kids at him. he catches it, grinning when he realizes you did that. “i love these.” “good. they were the only ones left.” you take a seat next to him and scratch at the material of his vest for emphasis.

“i can’t believe you said yes to him.” peter opens the sour patch kids. the first one is yellow, so he offers it to you. sharing food with him always works because you each seem to like what the other doesn’t. “neither can i, but i think betty would’ve actually hurt me if i didn’t,” you joke while chewing. he rolls his eyes, but he’s still smiling. “please. she’s too nice.”

you lean your head on peter’s shoulder and grab another gummy. he pokes your arm in protest. “this bag is small. get your own.” you’re nuzzling your cheek against him. “i told you they’re gone.” he’s about to put an arm around you when someone screams downstairs. you quickly sit up.

“i’m gonna go see what the hell that was. i’ll find you later?” peter does his best to hide his disappointment. “yeah, of course. good luck.” you clench your teeth and run down the stairs. this is somehow flash’s fault.

it’s been an hour and a half, and peter is nowhere to be seen. the chaos was just that someone really liked the song that was playing. it didn’t take you long to figure that out. when you went to tell peter, he was gone. you’ve looked everywhere for him since, except the backyard.

a pretty big group of people is out here either playing catch or talking. someone also brought a case of beer outside. you spot mj huddled up by the fence with a bottle. it doesn’t necessarily surprise you. it’s weird to see, either way.

“have you seen peter?” you walk up to her. she uses the bottle to gesture somewhere. he’s in the middle of a conversation with liz. your entire body feels like it’s collapsing into itself. it didn’t cross your mind she would be coming even when the party moved to your house.

she’s nice and all. you don’t have any issues with her. not that she knows about, at least. peter had the biggest crush on her for about a month, then it fizzled out. that’s what he told you. unless, he said that to save face.

you’re speechless. mj figured you would be. she gives you a sympathetic smile and holds out her beer. “yep. drink up.” your instincts tell you to take it, so you do. she heads back inside and leaves you alone with your thoughts. that’s not good for you. the only to way to get rid of them is by chugging the rest of this bottle.

you’ve never had your own drink before, and technically you aren’t now. this is still the most alcohol you’ll ever have in your system. before you can change your mind, you take a generous swig. it’s bitter. you don’t hate it as much as you expected to, though.

your eyes land on liz touching peter’s shoulder. that inspires your next big gulp of beer. you finish off the rest, and it hits you fast. you’re understanding why this is such a popular vice. you don’t feel anything but how tipsy you are. light and floaty. you decide to stumble back into the kitchen and find out what other drinks people brought.

the bright color of your costume catches peter’s attention. he was wondering where you were. excusing himself from liz, he follows you in. you bump into betty on your way to the punch bowl someone filled. she’s holding a red solo cup with the mystery liquid. both of you buzzed, you laugh and grab her arm.

“sorry. s- sorry.” you’re squeezing behind her, her angel wings brushing against your face in the process. you have to weave through everyone to make it to the drink table. peter meets you there when you’re getting a cup. he’s shocked.

“y/n?” smiling lazily, you take a sip. “hey, peter. pete.” the sober voice in your head tells you to stop talking. he probably shouldn’t know you’re drunk. then again, your cup gives it away. “y/n, have you been drinking?” he sounds concerned. everything is funny to you right now. you giggle out a “yes.”

peter doesn’t want to be that person, but you’re not acting right. he reaches for your drink. you pull it away too abruptly, and some of it spills onto the floor. “you... you’re so...“ you start losing your balance. “woah.” peter wraps an arm around your waist to steady you. he takes the drink out of your hand and sets it on the table.

frowning, he throws your arm around his shoulders so he can help you get upstairs. “come on, y/n/n.” you don’t argue this time. you’re at the part of being drunk where it doesn’t feel good anymore. peter holds you close to his side and walks you out of the kitchen. he stops to talk to ned for a second.

“hey, man. y/n’s parents are gonna be home soon. could you get everyone out?” he says into his ear. “why can’t she do it?” peter moves out of the way so he’s not blocking you. ned sees. you’re completely faded. “oh, shit. is she okay?” he whisper yells. “i’m gonna take care of her.” “i’ll tell everyone to go.” peter presses his lips into a tight smile, then he’s taking you up to your room.

you flop down onto your bed face first. peter shuts the door behind you. “you okay?” he chuckles, you nodding with your face smushed into the comforter. he’d think it was cute if you weren’t piss drunk. gently nudging you, he moves you so you’re on your back.

“let’s get you out of this.” “ooh, betty was right. you do like me in a skirt,” you giggle and bat your eyelashes at him. he huffs. “no, i mean you have to put on pajamas.” you’re pouting now. “you don’t like me in a skirt?” after going through your drawers, he comes back over with a big t-shirt and fuzzy pants. “i never said that.”

you grin again and grab them from him. “ha.” “do you need help changing?” he sits at the edge of your bed. you’re still laying down. he’s not sure you can handle getting up. “no. don’t be creepy,” you say completely serious. peter has to remind himself you’re drunk. “you were the one who thought i wanted you naked, but ok.”

making peter close his eyes, you peel the costume off your body. you got pretty sweaty. you kick everything onto the floor and start putting on your pajamas. your head gets stuck in an arm hole by accident, so peter has to fix that. the rest is fine. he’s about to bring you into the bathroom to brush your teeth, but you face plant into his lap. you’re out.

the next morning, you wake up feeling like ass. your breath is hot and tastes disgusting. your head is pounding. you could throw up. you’re not even sure how you ended up in your bed. then, you notice peter sitting at your desk. he must have helped you in.

a vague memory of him tucking you under the covers while you whined comes back to you, along with a few others. one of them is of him and liz. the whole reason you did this to yourself.

“hey.” your voice comes out hoarse. “hi.” peter nods and points to your night table. there’s a fresh glass of water. you drink it all down as fast as humanely possible, a hand on your heart. it doesn’t phase him after what you did last night. you set the empty glass down and pat the spot next to you. peter sits by your side.

he’s still dressed as han solo, but his vest and belt are sprawled out on the floor. the boots are under your desk. he actually stayed all night for you.

“i think i’m hungover.” you rest your head against his arm. his body relaxes. “you didn’t drink that much. mj said she gave you half a beer,” he almost laughs, you groaning. “that means i’m a lightweight.” “for now.” your arm wrapping around his, you look up at him.

“sorry you had to deal with me. am i in trouble?” “nah, your parents don’t know. we cleaned everything up before they got home.” he lightly pats the top of your head with two fingers. you squeeze your eyes shut when he does it. “you did? thank you so much, wow.” peter nods and smiles for a second.

he lays his back against the pillow on his side. “let’s just pretend that never happened.” “you’re good at pretending,” you mumble to yourself. you’re not as quiet as you think because peter hears it. “um, what?” you feel too woozy to come up with a cover. letting out a breath, you take your head and hands off of him.

“i saw you talking with liz.” “she wanted to know if i could lead decathlon practice next week. she’s not gonna be in school,” he says slowly, not getting it. “why?” having to spell it out is making you frustrated. “didn’t you say you don’t like her anymore?” “yeah, i don’t.”

“so, why was she being all... touchy?” the jealousy is clear in your voice. peter shrugs. “that’s how liz is. i still don’t get why it matters.” you ease yourself to sit up and turn to face him. those three words you’ve been meaning to tell him are on the absolute tip of your tongue. they’re about to come out.

then...

“i like you, y/n.”

peter says them for you.

you’re so surprised you nearly vomit for real. or, it could be the possible hangover. almost a minute has gone by when you realize you’ve been sitting there with your mouth hanging open. you swallow your spit. “you... you do?” “a lot. i kept trying to tell you, but there was never a good time.” his voice is softer now.

“i realized after homecoming. i wished i went with you instead of...” he doesn’t have to finish the sentence. you nod, a small smile spreading across your face. peter’s eyes are so hopeful. “i like you, too. a lot.” your gaze trails down to his lips.

“i’d kiss you if my breath didn’t stink.” “i’ll let you owe me one.” he’s fully grinning now, and both of you laugh. they’re the kind of laughs you do because you’re so happy you don’t know what to say.

peter presses his lips to your temple, your eyes fluttering closed. “get some more sleep. i’m gonna ask you out when you wake up,” he mumbles against your hair. you grab his hand that’s resting on the comforter. “can you stay with me?” “of course.”

he lays down next to you. you pull back the covers so he can get under them. your head is resting on his chest, an arm around his torso. both of his hug your waist. you’re instantly comfortable cuddled up in his embrace. you drift off to sleep with a smile.

this feels like such a dream. it’s the exact type of situation you’d make up in your head. but, it’s real. peter is still holding you when you wake up. he’s not going anywhere.

[adonis-koo]

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↳ Summary: You came with the intentions of your best friend landing a job as a stripper. You never meant to catch the eyes of the king stripper of the establishment- Jeon Jungkook, yourself. With what was supposed to be a harmless way of paying off college debt faster you find yourself falling into a very odd and passionate relationship with your new mentor. Between infidelity, passion and jealousy there’s never a dull moment at Cherry Bomb.

↳ Pairing: Stripper!Jungkook/Reader

↳ Genre: Smut, fluff, angst, drama, slice of life, relationship problems without the relationship, reader is such a shy baby protect her, MUTUAL pining, so much sexual frustration,  

Word Count: 12k

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Tags: dirty talk, vibrator toy, soft dom!jungkook, daddy kink, thigh riding, begging, penetrative sex, praise kink, the amount of pet names Jungkook uses should honestly be illegal, overstimulation, considerably soft sex, bondage, nipple play, semi dry humping, breathplay, heavy degradation: bitch, whore, slut etc, hair pulling, MC tries to be a brat and quickly finds out that’s a bad idea, rough manhandling, backtalking, pussy slapping, possession kink, punishment, size kink, I guess it’s a little late to clarify: hard dom!jungkook, spanking, vaginal fingering, humiliation, finger fucking, piss kink I’m sorry guys TwT, it’s really not that bad, MC wets herself :(, cock slapping, oral (m & f receiving) cock worship, deepthroating, in conclusion, don’t be a brat

Warning: This story touches on both sexual harassment and abuse, please read with caution if any of these things are triggers to you. Additional warnings will be given when a chapter presents them.

Who knew you could be so excited to wake up on two hours of sleep if you had the right motivation. Jungkook for once was acting like a zombie, forcing himself into the shower as you packed your clothes, he had insisted he stay the night at your house so you could get packed up given all that was left was to stop by his apartment and get his suitcase. But still! Despite his constant worry for this weekend you couldn’t help but feel a little excited.

You would be going to Las Vegas, every stripper's dream. Not only that but you’d be arriving earlier to check into your room and get prepared for the weekend, maybe excited wasn’t the right word but it was the only one you could think of. Shoveling last night's late night dinner left overs into your mouth as you danced around the room, Lana Del Rey shamelessly blaring on your speaker, “You got me spinnin’ like a ballerina!”

Jungkook leaned against the doorway, wet hair and a chuckle escaping his lips at the way you pounced around in his sweatshirt, suddenly turning around as your lips quivered into a pout, the sun had barely risen and blue light filled the room yet you could still make out his amused expression as you whined, “Hey don’t laugh at me! This is a good song-” Grabbing his hands you bounced around while fumbling with the lyrics, “You’re the bad boy that I always dreamed of, you're the king and baby I’m the queen of disast- Ow! Koo!” You suddenly whined as he ruffled your hair while laughing.

“You’re so adorable you know that princess?” Jungkook cooed, despite his worry he couldn’t help but smile at your excitement for the trip, whining you tried to push him away as he peppered your hair in kisses, “Need help packing anything?”

Pulling away a little you gave it some thought as he pushed the messy locks of hair from your face as you animatedly puckered your lips in thought, “Oh I know, can you get my laptop charger from my nightstand?” You squeezed out of his arms as you opened the middle drawer of your dresser, hunting down the black mini skirt you were positive you had put in here.

Humming to the music Jungkook walked over as he kneeled down, “Which drawer?” He called out as you huffed in frustration, struggling to close the drawer before opening the top on, this was where your tops where, surely it couldn’t have been up here right?

Unfocused you called back, “Uh- bottom drawer?” Gnawing on your lip you gasped at the sight of the black material you had been searching for, triumphantly pulling it out as you turned around to face Jungkook. Your face suddenly draining at the sight before fumbling, “W-wait…! Not that...drawer....”

“Oh my god.” Jungkook whispered, as you immediately folded into yourself wanting nothing more than to disappear into the void as you set the skirt on the dresser. It was quiet for another moment before you dared to look up again before crying up in embarrassment, “No! Jungkook put that down…! Hey stop laughing!”

You stomped your feet as Jungkook howled out laughing while examining your vibrator, “Holy shit, is this why you’ve been so broke? Babydoll you could have just told me,” You facepalmed as you covered your cheeks, you had accidentally told him the wrong drawer, thus leading him to the discovery of your mass collection of vibrators that you accidentally gained.

“Jungkook…! It’s embarrassing!” You whined stamping your feet again as you turned back around, flustered to hear him howling with laughter again.

Gagging on his own words he inhaled deeply to try and contain himself, “More embarrassing than me finding out you have a toy kink? Jesus baby, these aren’t cheap either, I mean, magic wand, lenina, gess ava.” He let out a whistle as you whined, turning to face him once more looking like a lost puppy, “If you were that needy you should’ve just came to me sweetheart, you know I would’ve been more than happy to help.” He tutted as he stood up fully letting his finger drag against the pastel blue silicon as he licked his lips, “Could’ve done me a favor and sent me a video at least. Bet you look hot as fuck with your legs spread fucking yourself with it.” Your thighs were beginning to become weak and your core becoming hot and sticky as you whined softly, Jungkook menacingly backing you against the wall before pressing a forearm to halfway cage you, “Did you think of me princess?”

Your body was trembling at the sound of him clicking the vibrator to life, the lowest setting humming softly in the silence of the room as he let it drag along your throat slowly, “Asked you a question kitten,” Jungkook’s voice lowered and deepened a little as he growled softly, “Did you think of daddy while playing with yourself?”

“Y-yes daddy.” You whimpered quietly, lips trembling as he circled it softly against your chest, clicking it up a higher setting that caused the hum to become a little harder, the thrum louder and his expression all the more intimidating.

Licking his lips Jungkook finally let a crooked smirk tug on his lips as he dragged the toy down your chest, “Why didn’t you tell daddy baby? You know he loves to play with you princess, loves making that tiny little pussy feel good.” Your hips were beginning to needily buck into the air between you both, having long since felt him and the strong desire to feel him again. Vibrators had been a temporary fix as you had been complaining to Rosé that your fingers just weren’t enough anymore, that’s when she suggested trying a vibrator. And one thing turned into another, and you wanted to explore all different kinds, sizes and shapes.

“Mmm daddy,” You whined softly, your eyes beginning to look doe like and watery when you were being teased, Jungkook clacked his tongue as you obediently answered, “Didn’t wanna bother you, please.”

As reward he slotted his thigh between your legs, your body eagerly grinding against it as you moaned softly, your panties soaked and his sweatshirt riding up to your hips as your clit rubbed in friction with his thigh as you whined softly. Jungkook grabbed onto your chin as he forced you to look at him, “Kitten you’d never bother daddy, look at you all needy for daddy, were toys not enough for that little clit?”

You choked a whine at the thrum of the toy dragging against your stomach, clicking up to the next setting causing the vibration to thrum strongly along your covered skin as your hips excitedly bucked against his thigh, your clit rubbing down and your soaking cunt beginning to form a wet patch over his joggers, “N-No! Need daddy, please…! Daddy please! Need you, need cum.”

Jungkook placed his free hand against your hip in encouragement as your hips rode against him in need as he hushed you, “Shh babydoll, daddy’s going to make that pretty little cunt feel so good. Isn’t that what you want kitten? You want daddy to make you cum all over yourself?”

It was shameful how quick your body was getting worked up and close to orgasming as you whined, hands curling against his shirt as your hips stutter, a loud cry leaving you as he pulled his thigh away.

Your hips needily bucking into nothing but air as your eyes began to water, “Daddy!” He hushed you once more as he tugged along your panties, making them drop in one motion before he grabbed at your left thigh, hauling it up to expose your wet cunt to the chilled air of the room as you whined, “Shhh daddy’s here kitten,” Jungkook pressed little kisses against your neck before letting the vibrator rub gently over your sensitive clit causing a sharp cry to leave your lips, your face burying in his neck with a moan as your hips rolled along the silicon, “Such a good girl for daddy, my poor baby’s cunt has been so needy without daddy’s help hasn’t it?” He rubbed the wand down your clit, slick with arousal as he rubbed along your sweet spot causing a loud whine to leave you as he turned the vibrator onto it’s last setting, “Shh that’s a good girl, my good little kitten, does your clit feel good baby?” Jungkook cooed out as your hips stuttered and you withered against his body with little whines.

Your clit burned and ached and pleasure was beginning to bloom in your body as you whimpered and your nails dug into his shoulders, “A-ah daddy! Daddy! Feels good- mmph! Feels so good daddy please, want cock! Want cock please.”

Your little hole ached to be filled up and fucked until your thighs were shaky, your mind hazed as he pulled the vibrator away from your clit causing a whine to leave your lips, “Does baby need daddy’s cock? Do you need daddys cock to cum babygirl?” Jungkook cooed out as he palmed his hard on, his cock throbbing and aching at the idea of filling you up. Pulling out his fully hardened members he gave the base a few tugs as he forced the moan back in his throat, “Daddy asked you a question princess.”

Wiggling against him you whined as he grabbed at your thigh once more, holding it up as you glanced at him with puppy eyes, “Please daddy, I’ve been good girl! Want cock please! Please!” His dick throbbed and you could see the precum dribbling from his bulbous, thick tip that laid up against his abdominal, positioning himself as best he could he forced the tip inside your unstretched hole.

A whine escaping you as you buried into his neck, “Shh, such a good girl for daddy, my good little kitten. Good little cunt taking daddy’s fat cock so well,” Jungkook praised as he gave a testing little thrust forcing a small whine from your lips as he moaned, pressing the tip of the vibrator back against your clit causing a yelp to escape you, harshly clenching around his thick size as he moaned softly, “Fuck sweetheart, relax, let daddy take care of his princess. I’m going to make you cum as many times as you want kitten.”

Your arms were wrapped tightly around his neck as you whined, trying your best to relax as his hips fluidly began to roll against yours, his thick size squeezing tightly inside you as the thrum of the toy forced your hips to tremble, “Shit babygirl,” Jungkook swore against your neck as he began to gently nibble against the soft skin, “Wanted to fuck you so bad you have no idea, to think my precious princess has been playing with her needy cunt all this time when I could’ve helped. You like that baby? You like daddy wanting to play with your pretty pussy?”

Your breathe was beginning to hitch and whines were escaping your throat left and right as your nails dug harshly into his shoulders, your walls clenching around his throbbing cock harshly as your mind focused on the way the toy thrummed into your clit with ease, “D-daddy, cum. Wan’ cum, please! Daddy…!” Tears were beginning to gloss over your eyes as you whined with frustration.

“Does baby need to cum?” Jungkook cooed, letting his cock bury all the way at the base inside of you as you whined out whither against him as he moaned softly into your neck, letting the toy circle around your sensitive bud as he sucked along your neck, “Cum kitten, be a good girl and cum all over daddy’s cock.”

Your walls rapidly clenched around him as squeals left your lips, your orgasm harshly running through your body as you cried out, tears beginning to streak against your cheeks as you babbled incoherently, “That’s it babygirl,” Jungkook cooed, easing you through your orgasm as he turned off the vibrator letting it fall to the ground so he could properly hold you, “Let that little cunt cream all over daddy’s cock.” Grabbing your hips he kept them still as he begin properly thrusting inside you, letting his hips become fluid and slow as you let out high pitched whines in sensitivity, “Shh daddy’s gonna fill that pretty little cunt until it’s dripping with his cum babygirl.”

He held your thigh up higher as you cried out with a sob despite your hips rolling with his as he began to angle his thrusts to hit along your g-spot, sensitive pleasure spiking through your body as you whined, “D-daddy it hurts…!”

“I know you can take it babydoll,” Jungkook growled softly, feeling the wet substance of your tears trickle against his neck as his cock throbbed inside you, “Don’t you want daddy to fill you up with cum? Let everyone know who his little girl belongs too? Mmm fuck kitten let daddy use that pretty cunt to feel good.”

Your walls harshly clenched around him as he used his free hand to gently circle your hypersensitive bud, a moan escaping him at the way you cried and whined, “Daddy! I’m…! Cum..! Cum again…!”

Your thighs were becoming heavy and shakier by the minute as he quickly began dragging his shaft along your g-spot as you cried out, “Oh yeah princess? Are you gonna cum again already? Does daddy’s cock make you feel that good sweetheart? Cum again for daddy.” He forced your next orgasm quicker than the last as he pressed harshly on your clit a mewl escaping your lips as you sobbed out, obediently letting the pleasure heighten in your body.

Jungkook buried his cock to his base inside you, letting his hips grind into yours as he moaned at the way your little hole sucked him inside, hands running along your body as he softly swore, releasing inside you as you felt his hot cum creaming deep inside you just as he promised.

After a few seconds Jungkook let his half hardened cock slip from you as he moaned, tugging you against his body as you sobbed softly, “Shh, you were such a good girl for daddy princess. But you need to let him know when your cunt is getting needy or else he can’t help.” Pressing little kisses against your forehead you whined as he thumbed away your tears with a small chuckle, “My precious baby, we’re bringing some of these to Vegas, let’s sit down and pick two out to take.” Setting you down on his lap he nibbled against your neck once more as he smirked, “Be prepared babygirl, I’m bringing silk ropes too.”

Jungkook couldn’t stop the chuckle from escaping his lips. You were so fucking adorable, he couldn’t stop the affectionate gaze even if he wanted too. You had been so excited at the airport despite your whines about why you had to get there so early. He had eventually calmed you down with a snack and coaxed you into taking a nap as best you could. Arms wrapped around his bicep of course when you slept leaned against his shoulder which of course he had to document because you just looked so. fucking. cute.

Even now while bouncing in your seat, the plan had just landed yet nobody was moving yet causing an impatient whine to leave your lips, “Koo! When can we get off the plane.” Your pout didn’t cease as you grabbed his free hand that wasn’t holding his phone, playing with his fingers before measuring your hand against his. How was it possible for his hands to be so big? His fingers not only looked twice as big as yours but you’d even go as far as to say they looked tripled the size, his whole palm looked like it could crush your hand if it wanted too. And briefly you wondered how easier things must have been for him with such long fingers.

“Be patient babygirl,” Jungkook laughed, letting you whine as you continued playing with his fingers, “They’ll announce when we can exit the plane.” One thing you had learned was shockingly Jungkook was fluent in English to which you felt jealous over. You spoke it broken at best and had an easier time reading than speaking, let alone listening.

You nearly jumped out of your seat at the sound of the speaker directing everyone off the plane or so you assumed as Jungkook smiled, shaking his head as he hummed, helping you get the carry on bags before making your way to get the rest of your luggage. Things seemed so lively and bustling here and even in a foreign country where you both were shielded by face masks you weren’t dumb, you could easily see all the foreign girls checking him out making your lips tug into an angry pout beneath your mask.

Arm wrapping around him as he tugged you along with a happy hum not even giving your gesture a second glance. You knew it was wrong to feel jealous, especially when they were only staring but…! He was completely clothed! You could understand girls at Cherry Bomb ogling him when he was stripping that was completely understandable but he was…! They couldn’t even see half of his face!

“What’s up baby? You hungry?” Jungkook attentively glanced down at you as he raised his brows making you whine slightly as you nuzzled your nose into the sleeve of his jacket. Jungkook would tease you relentlessly if he ever found out you were jealous all because girls were glancing at him. Keeping yourself composed you shook your head as you yawned. You had only napped an hour and the jet lag and lack of sleep was beginning to take over your body, “Mm no, just sleepy.”

Jungkook did his best to not coo at you, it was like you were on the cusp of little space that he had been working so hard on getting you to feel comfortable slipping into- especially when in non sexual situations. It seemed the only time you slipped was during sex- and that was great and all but Jungkook didn’t always want you to be in little space all because of it. He wanted to enjoy it non sexually as well, and seeing your sleepy eyes and figure coiled against him had him leaping in victory internally.

Not aware of your childish true intentions.

“Well come on sweetheart, let’s get checked into the hotel and then we can take a nap sounds good?” Jungkook hummed out as you nodded, ready to get out of this god forsaken airport where women kept fluttering their lashes at him.

“You guys could have eaten on your own.” Jungkook rolled his eyes as he leaned back in his seat, arm curled around your shoulder as you yawned, rubbing your eyes as you pointed at the menu deciding what you wanted. Jungkook had translated for you though technically you could have made out the menu on your own. It was Jimin and Rosé of course who had insisted you all sit down for your ‘last supper’ despite already planning to go out for the night.

The flight had landed in early and it was going to be a busy day tomorrow between doing sound checks, preparing all the tables and chairs and of course the endless amounts of costumes and lingerie, “Oh shut up you just wanna bone Y/n, any other day you’d be volunteering for us to all eat.” Seokjin sipped on his drink as he glanced back at his phone, ignoring Jungkook’s blatant glare.

“I-“

“I mean he is right,” Namjoon shrugged, cutting Jungkook off once more as he scoffed, ruffled as he shuffled against your side obviously not liking being called out on his blatant behavior, “Y/n doesn’t even look that tired outside of jet lag.” It was true to be fair, you were tired but it wasn’t like you were dead. Jungkook had pressed his tongue into his cheek looking mildly annoyed but said nothing in return as the waiter brought back your order.

“Here you go ma’am.” You couldn’t fully understand what the waiter was saying in english but you couldn’t mistake the wink he sent you with a smile a little too friendly to be considered professional, your cheeks immediately flared and gaze dropped to the table before murmuring your thanks in english.

The arm that had been loosely wrapped around you suddenly tightened, though you didn’t understand what he said you could easily make out the uneasy shift in the waiters face as he gave a nervous laugh before nodding, quickly walking off as Rosé tutted, “You didn’t have to be such an ass Jungkook.”

“And he didn’t have to flirt with MY girl in front of me, but he did,” Jungkook scoffed, tugging you a little closer. Your cheeks burning even harder then before...his...his girl...you closed your eyes and before you could even stop yourself you pressed your hands on your face as Jungkook chuckled, “Don’t act shy babygirl, I know you like it.”

This child…! You did like it and that was the problem! Why...why was he saying you were his girl if…! It wasn’t like you were together! Hadn’t you already had this discussion? Just the idea made your cheeks burn as you settled to glance at the table. This wasn’t like before though, back when you both were still struggling to communicate, back when he acted like he owned all of your actions and body. Where his words would have been sneering and angry not only at the waiter but at you. No, this was different and you weren’t sure how to feel about it. What you did know was he was right; of course he was right, you did like being claimed.

Nibbling on your chicken tenders you watched as everyone bantered, snorting at the way Seokjin huffed about not being the most proclaimed handsome stripper at the event, “Don’t you laugh, you know it’s true, if it weren’t for both my handsome face and body this party would be dead.”

Swallowing thickly you chimed in at his words towards you, “Maybe but I’m sure the party could live without the snark and bad jokes.” Everyone was already cackling at your words as you shrugged, pretending to be more interested in your chicken tenders.

Rosé was gagging on her drink as Seokjin looked offended, scoffing out as he placed a hand on his chest, “My jokes are the best!” You could tell people were shooting your loud table glances but you couldn’t muster the will to care as you began to laugh with everyone, “Hey…! Okay listen- listen! How do you introduce a hamburger?”

Jimin and Jungkook were both already groaning as you snorted another laugh, “How?” “Meat patty!” The table erupted in groans as you threw your head back laughing more at them then the bad joke as Seokjin pointed at your basket, “We’re in America and you choose to eat chicken tenders? The vibes are stale.”

Pulling the basket closer you clacked your tongue, tilting your head as you gave a childish glare unappreciative at the unsolicited opinion, “Leave me and my tenders alone asshole.” You watched his mouth gape animatedly as everyone cried out again, “Hey I’m your elder!”

“I’m just saying what we’re all thinking.” You replied in a sing song voice as you all laughed, sipping on your drink as the conversation continued on, eventually cutting in as you began thinking about Seasonella, what was expected of you anyways? “What’s the shower order for Seasonella? I mean, how much performing are we talking about?”

“Soloist’s are usually on, four, five times a night?” Namjoon answered while taking a sip of his drink, “But fillers are usually on two to three times. Unless you’re real popular day one, that usually only happens to the big tit fillers.”

“Dripping wet too,” Jimin clacked his tongue as he added on, your brows instantly raised at their words. First being was Namjoon implying something in that sentence? Secondly wet? Wet as in….

“What?” You furrowed your brows, rubbing the back of your neck as everyone went quiet for a moment, Jungkook awkwardly pressing his lips together as it clicked in your head, your mouth opening and closing several times before finally getting a sentence out, “Oh hell no! Are you serious? We’re stripping stripping. Like, ass naked stripping?”

You felt your throat dry at everyone's confirmation as Hoseok piped in, “That’s the expectation in America, it’s just one less piece of clothing.” You knew he was trying to console you but you couldn’t stop your mind from spiraling. Yes it was just a pair of panties but that was your last sense of dignity!

No wonder Jungkook about blew a fuse when he found out you accidentally made the list, sighing he rubbed his forehead as he shrugged, you could tell he still wasn’t happy about this and having the reminder wasn’t helping, “You’re taking it better than I expected.”

Sinking back into your seat you sucked in a breath of air, “Well there’s not a lot I can object too, I mean, we’re in Las Vegas, there’s no going back now. And it is like Hoseok said...I mean I’ve been tripping this long now, what’s losing a pair of panties now? I’m sure it’ll be fine”

Sure you didn’t like the idea, but you also didn’t like the idea of flashing your tits every night when you first started at Cherry Bomb and now your tata’s were always on display. What happens at that hotel, will stay in that hotel though.

“Oh great,” Jungkook replied mirthlessly, “At least you’re feeling good about this because I’m not.” He sunk back into his seat with a childish look on his face making you roll your eyes. Why did he have to look so cute while brooding?

It had been a long time since you all had sat down and ate together and while Jungkook dragged his feet the whole time about it you thought it was great. Tired definitely, but it was fun to say the least. The others insisted on doing some shopping around but you wouldn’t deny the jet lag was beginning to get the better of you, taking note in that Jungkook had excused you both saying you’d all catch up later.

Keeping a hold of your hand you couldn’t help but nibble your lip at the sight, his hand was big...really big and the callouses you were used to brushed along the skin of your smaller hand, his grip firm but not tight or too loose. Just right. Yawning you leaned against him as he checked in at the lobby before leading you up to your room.

Shared room, to be precise.

You scowled at him in the plane when he first told you that he was able to make last minute arrangements so you both would stay together but thinking about it now, you weren’t going to complain anymore. You knew despite his outward appearance he still wasn’t okay with you being here and if it made him feel better knowing you’d be in his room when you weren’t working then you wouldn’t say anything about it.

You wouldn’t lie either, something about sharing a room together made your stomach all warm and fuzzy. You both had gotten changed into more comfortable loungewear and while you wanted nothing more than to bury deep in the thick soft blankets- perks of staying with the most popular stripper- you still had plenty of work to do.

Jungkook had been on his phone, headphones in ears finding his own songs while you were scoping your laptop, headphones also in searching for music to use this weekend. Jungkook had told you choreography wasn’t as dominant in dances here and while you could do it it wasn’t highly stressed.

Groaning he shifted around in his spot before letting his face bury into the open space between your laptop and stomach on your thighs, “What?” You tugged an earbud out of your ear as you glanced down at the brooding dark head of hair, this expression all too familiar.

“Can’t we just fake that you’re sick or something?” Jungkook asked with a muffled voice, his warm breath tickling along your thighs as he nuzzled his nose against the crevice between them. Rolling your eyes despite your soft gaze, it was hard to begrudge him when he was so concerned for you.

Pausing spotify you pulled your other earbud out before letting your hand bury in his soft thick hair, he jolted slightly at the unexpected sensation before relaxing once more, a pleasant noise escaping him at the feeling of your nails gently rubbing along his scalp, “Koo I’ll be fine, look…” You sighed softly as you stroked through his hair, “I know you’re worried, but there’s nothing we can do about it now. So let’s just enjoy ourselves while we can...I mean maybe it’s me but…” You felt the giddy smile tug on your lips as you hummed, “I think it’s cool we’re in Las Vegas, so let’s just enjoy it while we have the chance.”

He gave a childish muffle in objection but didn’t say anything else, looking like a stretched out cat purring at his hair being played with, you couldn’t stop the laugh from escaping your lips as you teased, “Do you like your hair being played with?”

“Shut up and keep going.” Jungkook grumbled, maybe a little bit in embarrassment while stretching his arms over your thighs before making himself comfortable. Tenison you hadn’t even realized he had been carrying was beginning to slip from his shoulders as he let out a small yawn, eyes closed and nose nudging at your thighs, “Damn, your thighs make a great pillow baby. Love being close to that cunt.”

He started laughing as you scowled at his words, of course he had to ruin it! Hurriedly setting your laptop on the nightstand as you attempted to try and get him off you as he wrapped onto your legs, “Stop whining, you’re supposed to be my pillow.” He was the only one truly whining though as he tried to keep a hold on you.

“Stop talking about my vagina like it’s a body pillow!” You screeched causing him to snort another laugh as he finally got up, easily rangling you and getting you caged in his arms despite your objection.

“Do I look like an anime nerd to you babydoll? Hm?” You whined at the warm tongue dragging a stripe up your neck, your body warming up as Jungkook’s breath fanned against your ear, “Do you really think I’d treat something as pretty as your cunt like that?”

Whining you wiggled once more, “You were streaming hentai from your phone onto the TV last Thursday!” That caused another laugh to erupt from him as he pulled away from you, unable to stop the laugh from escaping your own lips as you groaned, pressing your hands against your face, “Tentacles? Seriously?”

“Shut up you little shit,” Jungkook growled playfully, fingers suddenly grabbing at your waist, squirming you could feel tears spring into your eyes as you cried for him to stop his merciless tickling, “Nu uh, not until you admit tentacles are at least a little hot.”

“They’re..disgusting! Ow!” You cried out laughing as he continued tickling down your waist, “A-ah! Jungkook! Ah! Fine, they're hot!” You whined as you kicked your feet beneath him. Triumphantly Jungkook leaned up, straddled against your hips as he ran a hand through his hair, smirking down at your figure that was ready to curl up, “They are, but you wanna know what I think is hotter,” He didn’t bother to give you a chance as he grabbed your chin making you look at him as he leaned in a little closer, “You tied in silk rope.”

Your lips began quivering and Jungkook lived to see those pupils blow out all puppy like for him, tutting he gave your cheek a soft pat, “Wait.” It was a soft demand as he stood up, you only curled up into a ball, hugging his pillow against your body as you let out a small whine at the pastel pink silk tie that was revealed from his bag. Jungkook’s gaze softened at the sight of your curled up figure, kneeling down to be at eye level with your figure as he brushed a strand of hair from your face, “Shhh princess, you’re shaking, are you nervous?”

You squeezed his pillow a little tighter, burying into the soft fabric that unfortunately didn’t carry his smell, but rather the hotel fabric softener, “A little…” you murmured timidly as he sighed, sitting on the bed as he let his fingers trace down your face.

“Roll over kitten.” You whined again, squeezing the pillow once more as Jungkook tutted, grabbing your shoulder it didn’t take more force for you to obediently let go and let your back flush against the mattress once more, straddling your hips Jungkook was careful to distribute his weight as he comfortingly ran his hands down your waist, “Look at me sweetheart,” shuffling beneath him your lips twisted into a sulky pout before glancing up at him, “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want too, okay babygirl? Just say the word and we’re done,” he squeezed at your skin reassuringly, “Tell you what, how about you give me a safe word? Any word you want princess, it’s yours.”

Letting your gaze drop in surely you thought about it for a moment, shuffling in an attempt to get comfortable once more before feeling your face become hotter, “...April?”

“April?” Jungkook repeated, tilting his head a little, as if not expecting your pick of word to be that. He had heard plenty in his life, most obscure, like a favorite cereal, color, but he had never heard one like this before.

Feeling your face flush you nervously shifted as you murmured, “Y-yeah...um- the month we first met...It- it was Seulgi’s birthday...April.” Jungkook pressed his lips together for a moment, his heart feeling all warm and fuzzy at the distant memory, the moment your fates had been sealed together.

“I love it babydoll.” Jungkook murmured fondly, true to his word he never had a safe word that held sentimental value not just for his sub but for him as well, a girlish smile appeared on your lips as he pressed a chaste kiss against your forehead. A sudden whine escaping you at his hands grabbing your wrists, pulling them effortlessly over your head before grabbing the silk ties, “You look so fucking pretty in pink, you know that sweetheart?” Jungkook hummed as he expertly began wrapping the tie around your wrists, securing your binds against the headboard as you gave them a testing tug, your body suddenly warming in excitement at being so laid bare for him even if you were completely dressed.

Jungkook pressed a soft kiss against your neck letting his tongue drag down the warm skin as you let out a breathy whine, teeth nipping at your skin for you to hush despite his hands pushing under your shirt. You squirmed beneath him as you felt your panties beginning to stick to your wet folds as Jungkook pushed your shirt above your chest, your tits soft and on display for his appraising gaze as you whined, tugging at your restraints in futile attempt to cover yourself.

“Nu uh baby, just relax, I’m gonna take such good care of your pretty cunt sweetheart,” Jungkook hushed you as he leaned down letting his tongue drag against your left nipple forcing a whimper to escape your throat, your hips trying to buck into his as he parted his lips, sucking the bud making a breathy moan escape your lips.

“Mmmhp! Jungkook,” you whined as he cupped your other breast in his hand, squeezing gently as his fingers toyed with your hardening nub while sucking against the other.

Jungkook rewardingly lowered his hips letting you excited buck into them searching for his half hardened cock, pinching your right nipple between his fingers making you squeak as you whined, “P-please…!” Letting his lips popped from your tit Jungkook glanced up at you with a lazy smirk, eyes somewhat delirious as if addicted to your taste, “Please what princess?” Your lips trembled at the way his hand brushed over your neck, wrapping around it delicately, thumb stroking your artery, “Use your words baby.”

Your face was getting hotter by the moment, just as you parted your lips he suddenly squeezed your neck airflow cutting off as a loud moan escaped your mouth, “Mmm fuck,” Jungkook grinded his hips against yours, “You like my hand wrapped around that pretty throat baby? You keep moaning like a little bitch everytime I squeeze.” His smirk became more twisted as he parted your legs, letting his hardening cock run against your covered sticky cunt, your sweatpants beginning to show a wet patch.

Your ears felt like they were on fire as you parted your lips to speak once more only for Jungkook to squeeze against your neck once more, a needier moan escaping as your hips rubbed against his, “Look at my pretty little whore,” Jungkook cooed as you cried out a gurgle as he squeezed his thumbs harsher into your artery, his fully hardened cock swollen and imprinted into his sweatpants as he rubbed it along your clit, “You like being all tied up and left to my mercy babygirl? Made to take what I give? You like being forced to choke on your own words?”

Tears were beginning to spring into your eyes as you whined, another gurgle escaping you as he squeezed your neck holding it longer making a strangled moan leave you as your eyes fluttered shut, “Oh my, someone’s little cunt has made a mess hasn’t it?” Jungkook tutted as he released your throat, “Look at your cunt kitten.”

Your lips were trembling and your eyes watery but you felt your lips twitch and without even realizing it you had let out a pathetic bratty whine, you didn’t want to look at the mess you made.

Jungkook’s brows shot up as a scoff left his lips at your attempt to challenge him, roughly grabbed your hair, a whimper escaped you as he yanked it forcing you to look down at your exposed body, “I said: look at your fucking little slutty cunt princess. Are you trying to disobey me now?”

You sobbed as a whimper escaped your lips as you watched his hand harshly slap your throbbing pussy, “No! I don’t wanna!” You gurgled as you struggled against his tight grip on your hair, whines escaping you as he roughly yanked your hair.

Tears beginning to drip down your cheeks as Jungkook sneered, “Well too fucking bad princess, look at this little wet mess you made, what happened to being my good girl huh?” He snapped as he yanked on your hair, your scalp throbbing in pain as a whine escaped your lips making him growl, “Tell me; who does this cunt belong too huh?”

You let out a loud defiant whine, watery eyes glaring as you struggled against your bonds, your mouth faster than your head as you shot back, “Maybe I should ask Jimin.” Your lips suddenly quivered as if realizing just what you had said as Jungkook’s expression twisted from anger to seething. You had royally fucked up.

Your pants completely ruined and wetness soaking through them as Jungkook’s hand made it’s way back up to your throat, roughly squeezing against it making you wheeze as he snarled, “I’m going to fucking ask you again you dumb bitch since you didn’t get it right the right time; Who does this fucking belong too?” Jungkook growled, his hand spanking harshly against your cunt once more as a sob bubbled in your throat despite the whine of defiance, your pussy throbbing in need of stimulation as he slammed his hand down against it once more, “You’re walking on a fine line you slut, keep fucking acting like a brat I dare you. Who does this fucking belong to? Watch.” Jungkook snarled as he forced your legs wider, tears dripping down your cheeks as you rapidly shook your head, “Make me!”

Sneering Jungkook grabbed you by the hair, “Fine you bratty bitch. Watch.” A shriek left your lips as your scalp burned, yanking your head to look at your soiled pants, forced to watched his hand spank against your cunt once more the pain making your walls clench around nothing in excitement as you sobbed, finally cracking as you cried, “It belongs to daddy. A-ah! My pussy belongs to daddy.” He slammed his hand on your cunt once more, this time cupping it as he let your hips rock into his palm.

“That’s right princess,” Jungkook sneered, anger burning in his gaze that had become harsh and domineering, “Your little cunt belongs to daddy, not too Jimin, not too anyone. Just daddy. You’ve been such a disobedient brat and that calls for punishment.” Your lips quivered and tears blurred your stern view of him as you whined.

Jungkook didn’t soften though as he gritted his teeth, “Look at this fucking mess princess, daddy could just slip his fat cock inside you couldn’t he? How could I punish this bratty cunt into behaving?” You squirmed beneath him at the idea, his thumbs hooking around your pants and panties before tugging them down, throwing them over his head without a single care as you whined, attempting to close your legs.

“Don’t you fucking dare try and hide that pretty cunt from daddy, be a good little bitch and keep your little pussy on display.” Jungkook snapped, grabbing your legs as he pried them open again, a whimper leaving you as he forced your glossy cunt on display as you tugged futilely at your restraints, “Someone’s wanting to be a fucking brat today,” Jungkook sneered, letting his fingers run through your slippery folds as you choked out a moan at his fingertips teasing against your clit, his hand suddenly rearing up and slapping down against your exposed cunt once more making a loud cry leave your lips, “Somehow I think you like pissing daddy off, right kitten? You like watching your pussy get spanked?” Your hips nearly met the strong force of his hand as it throbbed in pain, your eyes watery as you whined.

“N-no daddy…! Please! Don’t want my pussy spanked! I’ll be a good girl!” You cried out as he ignored you letting his hand smack against the sensitive skin once more, “A-ah daddy please!” Jungkook paused as he tutted, grabbing your cheeks as he wiped away the fat tears that trickled down your face, “I’m daddy’s good girl! No punishment please!”

“Then why have you been such a fucking brat?” Jungkook gritted his teeth showing his anger, forcing you to keep his stern gaze as he growled, “Show daddy you’re a good girl and use your words, what do you want?” Jungkook asked, keeping hold on your chin as your lips quivered, eyes beginning to water again.

Couldn’t he tell what you wanted? Why did you have to say it? Jungkook clacked his tongue, suddenly grabbing your waist as he managed to roll you over onto your stomach, “Good girls use their words.” You cried out loudly at his hand suddenly slamming against your ass, the sharp sting making your hips buck into the bed, you weren’t even given a chance to speak as he smacked his hand down against your other cheek this time your body squirming as tears dripped down your face, “If you’d use your words I wouldn’t have to punish you. But someone wants to piss daddy off doesn’t she? You like being a little slut? You want to be punished and used like the fucktoy you are?”

You let out a defiant noise, your face scrunching angrily as you took the next spanking, the sharp sting in your ass had your eyes blurring as you growled defiantly, “I’m not daddy’s fucktoy!”

His hand suddenly grabbed full of your hair, roughly yanking it as you cried out, “Are you gonna say that when daddy uses you like one?” He snarled as he used his other hand to slam down against your ass a loud yelp escaping your lips as a red mark in the shape of his hand was surely imprinted, “Do you think this is a fucking game?” He snarled in your ear, “You like being a fucking brat when daddy was going to spoil you?”

You whimpered at the feel of his fingers suddenly shoving inside you, curling into your g-spot as you cried out, the sudden squeeze of your bladder making your face hot as you squirmed to close your legs. Suddenly backtracking as quickly as possible as apologies spilled from your lips, “Daddy! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! P-please!” You whined apologies left and right as your walls clenched uncomfortably.

Jungkook only gritted his teeth yanking your hair once more as you cried out, forcing a second finger inside you as he spat out, “You’ve missed your opportunity to apologize you spoilt brat, if you wanna be a good girl take your punishment.” Your eyes began to water again as your bladder pulsed in discomfort, your thighs trembling as he continued to curl his fingers into the soft little spongy spot, “D-daddy…! Please…!” Your cheeks were burning in embarrassment as you cried, “I-I need to pee…”

Jungkook paused his movement as he let go of your hair, for a split second you thought he was actually going to listen as he leaned down, letting his lips brush against your ear, “Awh does my little baby need to potty?” He roughly jammed his fingers back into your g-spot, “Too fucking bad you dumb bitch,”

Tears began rapidly dripping down your cheeks as he began to finger fuck you, thrusting his fingers into your g-spot harshly, “What are you gonna do baby? I’m not stopping until you cum all over yourself? Are you gonna be a disgusting little bitch and piss all over yourself? Is my little slut gonna wet all over the bed?” He taunted as he curled his fingers continually into your g-spot making you sob into the pillow as your walls squeezed tightly in discomfort despite the pleasure beginning to well in your body.

“No! Daddy no! Please! Please! Don’t want to! Please I’ll be a good girl! I’ll listen! Daddy stop please! I’m going to pee myself!” You muffled into your pillow cries as his other finger began to rub into your clit making your walls tremble and squeeze as you breathed moans into the fabric.

“You have a safe word for a reason you slut,” Jungkook growled, forcing a third finger into your cunt as you cried harder, legs trembling wildly as your orgasm became impending, “Fucking use it princess, if you need to potty that bad use it.” He snarled, crying into your pillow you let out a defiant whine, though defiant a silent okay that you were fine, this however only made him sneer, “You fucking like this you nasty whore, you like wetting yourself all over the bed? Making a big fucking mess for everyone too see who owns your pussy?”

Your walls were beginning to rapidly clench as you cried out, “Cum! Daddy cum! I’m…! Im…!” Your bladder was squeezing so harshly there was no way you could possibly hold it in, shame was beginning to gloss over your hazy figure as tears welt back into your vision.

“Cum you dumb little bitch, show me what a nasty fucking whore you are, piss all over this goddamn bed, do it you slut.” Jungkook taunted, his fingers jamming into your g-spot and others finding the sweet spot of your clit making a muffled scream escape you as your body snapped harshly, tears falling down your cheeks in humiliation despite the mind blowing pleasure as the liquid began trickling from your body, “See that you disgusting fucking whore?” Jungkook sneered as you cried in humiliation, his hand slapping against your ass, “Keep going, keep making a fucking mess all over the place, do you like peeing all over yourself? Do I need to put my bitch in a cage to potty train her?” 

You had never felt so turned on and humiliated at the same time as the liquid spewed from your hole, his fingers having escaped from inside you but continued rubbing into your clit, your body relieved making your next orgasm spike violently as you cried, “N-no daddy! I’m good girl! I’m daddy’s good girl.” It was cried in defeat before the loud moan escaped you, his fingers digging into your clit as the orgasm ripped through you a thousand times more pleasant then the last as his grip began to soften as he helped you ride out your high, your legs trembling softly as you tears dripped down your cheeks.

“Mmm such a good girl,” Jungkook cooed softly at your trembling figure that weeped softly, “You took your punishment so well babygirl, shhh.” He untied you’re restrained as he scooped you up into his arms, puppy like eyes glancing up at him as you sniffled, “Such a good girl, my good baby, let’s get you cleaned up princess.” You let him carry you all the way to the bathroom, setting you up on the counter as he turned on the shower, warming up the water as you shuffled, cheeks still pulsing as you pulled off your shirt.

Stripping himself you couldn’t help but focus on the sight of his cock standing proudly against his abdominal, his thick bulbous tip was a painful red and precum was rapidly oozing making a mess of his chiseled stomach, “Unless you’re volunteering to help it’s rude to stare baby.” Jungkook clacked his tongue, winking at you playfully as your lips quivered into a shy pout letting him pick you up, legs wrapped around his waist as you set your chin against his shoulder, “Down baby, I can’t wash you if you’re stuck to me like this the whole time.”

You wrapped your legs around him tighter as he groaned, “For someone who just got punished I would’ve thought you’d listen better.” He complained as he grabbed hold of you by the ass, a whine leaving you as he purposely squeezed against the sensitive skin, keeping you steady on one hand as he began running a hand through your hair, “Such a brat.”

“You just had to make me piss myself didn’t you?” He snickered at your dry words, cheeks warming again as you buried into his neck, “Did I get any on you?” You felt even more embarrassed but you had to know. How was that even hot for him? More importantly why was that even hot for you?

“Yeah,” You shuffled against him in a loud whine of objection making him howl out laughing, shifting his grip on you as he peppered your head in kisses, “Oh hush I was the one that made you do it, I mean honestly I thought you’d chicken out and use your safe word to use the bathroom. But I guess my baby has big balls huh? Wanting to prove she can take it? Or does she just like being forced to take it?” You...Maybe he was right, you knew you could have stopped at any moment, but just like Jungkook you could be stubborn in your own way too, you did want to prove you could take it, no matter how embarrassing, “Maybe, but we are never doing that again.”

Snorting Jungkook smacked your ass making you jump, successfully getting you to jump off him, “So she says until next time she has to pee during punishment. Clean that pussy princess.” You glared at him turning around to face the hot water as you began cleaning yourself up, “Blame Rosé okay? She’s the one that insisted we get venti size from Starbucks while you guys were getting us a taxi.” It was true, apparently they had different flavors in America and Rosé had bought for you both, you didn’t realize Jungkook was gonna try and jump on your vagina as soon as you got in. Or else you would have made a point to use the bathroom as soon as you checked into the hotel.

“Or you could just owe up to the fact that you thought being humiliated into pissing yourself was hot...But hey whatever something’s are better left in denial,” Jungkook shrugged casually as you whipped around glaring at his cheeky expression, “What? Don’t give me that look, you’re too hot when you’re pissed off.” You groaned as you rubbed your forehead, eyes peeking down only to see his raging boner looking all the more irritated, you thought for sure he’d be half softened by now.

“...Are you sure you don’t need help?” You felt a little bad watching his cock throb and bob as if seeking friction, in fact, it was a miracle he wasn’t stroking off in front of you. Your thoughts had came too soon though as you watched Jungkook smirk, his gaze dropping to his hardened dick before gripping the base, you felt yourself swallowing thickly as you watched his hand slowly pump up to his tip that was a deeper shade of red, precum instantly dripping from his slit, “Is that an invitation?” Jungkook purred, making your lips tug into a pout, “Don’t be shy on me now babygirl, I’m stroking my nice fat cock just for you sense you’re so concerned. Don’t you wanna get on your knees and worship it?”

You felt like something was stuck in your throat at the way his hand pumped himself with such ease, his body relaxing at the way your lips pressed against his skin, eyes fluttering shut as he kept a steady rhythm against his cock, your kisses fluttered down his chest as you slowly began to kneel, letting your tongue drag down his v line as the soft moan escaped his lips. His cock throbbing in excitement as his lidded gaze opened to the sight of you kneeled and naked before him, “Go on princess, suck that cock, wanna cum all over that pretty face.” You jumped a little as he smacked your cheek with its thick shaft, “C’mon open that little mouth.”

Meekly you’re parted your lips, letting him push his tip inside your mouth as he sighed a moan, letting his head drop back and his hand rest against your head, letting thread your head as he stroked your hair, “Fuck...that’s my pretty little girl, keep going sweetheart. I know you love this cock, always so willing to get on your knees for me. How much do you love my cock baby?” Your hands wrapped around his base as you began pumping him, letting your lips pop from his tip as you felt your eyes blurring though unsure if it was from the shower, “Love your cock, wanna make daddy cum, wanna make him feel good.” You babbled out as you took him back into your mouth.

You gave a muffled whine as you felt his hand gently begin to push you further to take more of his cock, “Such a good fucking girl for daddy aren’t you kitten? You love worshipping daddy’s cock don’t you babygirl? So willing to get on your knees for him- mmm fuck,” he kept his eyes shut as you hollowed your cheeks, carefully taking him down your throat despite your jaw aching and your throat harshly burning, “And you know what good girls get? Rewards. Mmm my good little princess, gonna eat the soul from that cute tiny pussy just you wait sweetheart.” His encouragement was making you bob your head, preening under his praise as he let out another breathy moan, “Jesus fuck babydoll, just like that.”

You pulled off him as you gasped for air, whining at his thick cock suddenly smacking your cheek again, “Who said you could stop sucking princess?” Jungkook grabbed you by your cheeks, squishing them in your hands as the lip tugged on your lips, he looked like he was trying his best to keep a scornful expression but was failing due to your cute squished face, “Is daddy’s big cock too much for my baby? Thought you wanted to make me cum? Make daddy feel good?”

Jungkook let his lips tug into a smirk as his eyes lidded, grabbing his cock as he smacked your cheek with it again, “I guess you aren’t that good of a girl baby…” he chuckled at your whine as you opened your lips once more, letting you take him back in your mouth more determined this time as you hollowed your cheeks once more, taking him until your nose nuzzled against his pubic bone. The noises you made had to be unattractive at this point as you bobbed his throbbing cock, his grip against your head loosened and his breath hitches letting you know he was close, “Mmm fuck, fuck, fuck babygirl, you treat me so fucking well princess, be a good girl and keep going.”

He could barely get his words out before he suddenly bucked his length back down your throat a gag escaping you as your eyes blurred once more, a growled moan escaping his lips at the way your little throat strained around him as he released, not even being given a choice to spit out his cum as you felt the warm salty substance trickle down your throat.

You stilled for a moment as his breathes heaved, running a hand through his wet hair as you gently pulled him of out of your mouth, coughing slightly as you rubbed your face. After another moment Jungkook pulled himself together as he offered a hand to you, pulling you up before pecking your nose, “Thank you babygirl.” You suddenly felt bashful at his sincerity, turning around sheepishly to face the shower once more.

Chuckling at your shyness Jungkook hugged you from behind peppering kisses along your shoulder as he helped you get cleaned up.

He was attentive in making sure to dry you off too, rather than get you new clothes however you nearly yelped at your towel suddenly being tugged off and pushed onto the front of the bed, “J-Jungkook! What…! Ah! What are you doing!?” You cried out barely able to fumble your words as he spread your legs, hauling them over his shoulders as he began planting wet kisses against your inner thighs, a whole new level of arousal awakening in you as you whined, “Koo! I’m tired…”

Letting his tongue drag closer to your cunt that was easily beginning to stir Jungkook paused his movements, “I told you I was gonna eat the soul from this little pussy, you’ve only came twice babydoll, don’t act all put out.” Your cheeks were beginning to throb as your lips quivered at his words, talking about two orgasm as if that was nowhere near enough for him, “Just relax babydoll, no more being mean I swear,” He teased lightly as he pressed little kisses against your pubic bone.

 “I just wanna be buried in my babygirl’s cunt for the rest of the day making you cum again and again. Just lay back and relax sweetheart,” he nudged your thigh with his nose, “I’m going to make you feel so good,” he parted his lips as he licked a bold stripe up your cunt, a whine escaping you as his hot wet tongue teased past your sensitive clit, a small whine bubbled in your mouth, your thighs shaky as they pressed against his head.

“Mmm you’re so fucking pretty you know that babygirl?” Jungkook cooed softly, setting your thighs down from his shoulders as pulled up to kiss your nose against, letting his lips pepper down your neck as he hummed, “So fucking pretty,” he nibbled against your collarbones making you squirm beneath him with another whimper, “I know I shouldn’t be jealous,” He growled against your skin, “But I can’t stop fucking thinking about this weekend, about how many people are going to...touch you...how many people will get to see your body, I know I shouldn’t be but I am.”

He squeezed your waist for emphasis as he kissed down your stomach, “I can’t fucking stand it babygirl, I don’t wanna share this sight with anyone and it drives me so fucking insane, if anything happens- and I mean anything you call me.” Jungkook kneeled down as he parted your legs, kissing against your clit making your legs kick as you moaned, cheeks throbbing at his confession as he continually kissed it, “I don’t care how little of a problem it is, you fucking call me.” He growled, taking your clit into his mouth as he lathed against it, a sharp cry escaping your lips as you moaned his name, “Mmph! Jungkook!”

Hands grabbing at his soft wet hair as you tugged against it, “If anyone- anyone hurts my babygirl I swear to god,” You could feel your impending orgasm getting closer and closer, something about his jealousy turning you on even more as your back began to arch, “I’ll crush them,” He released your delicate bundle of nerves from his mouth before letting his tongue lap around it swirling until he hit your sweet spot sending another sharp cry from your lips, “I’ll feed them their own fucking teeth babygirl, you are so goddamn precious to me, I don’t know what I’d do if someone hurt you.” 

Sucking harshly against your clit your legs were shaking as Jungkook pulled your legs over his shoulder, completely devouring you as your breath hitches and whined escaped you, your back arching and tugging his hair as you a soundless cry left your lip.

Your orgasm was so close you could feel it, and just as it was about to rip through your body the loud knock on the door jolted you both, a whimper escaping you as you rapidly squirmed beneath Jungkook, “Hey, hey, hey shhh,” Immediately noticing your panic at being so exposed Jungkook covered you with his body, calming you down as he pressed little kisses into your neck, “Shhh you’re safe baby,” grabbing the fresh shirt he had set on the bed from before he tugged it over your head, your body still trembling and whines escaping you at his lack of closeness.

The door knocking again making you jump as your eyes started tearing up, “Oh baby shhh,” Jungkook cooed, pulling the shirt down to cover your body before gently thumbing your cheeks, “In a minute,” He shouted turning to glare at the door unappreciative to whoever was being demanding, “Asshole.” Jungkook muttered under his breath as he pressed a kiss against your forehead, straightening up as you whined, frantically trying to grab onto his shirt to keep him close, “Baby, sweetheart hey,” Jungkook kneeled down again at the little tears trickling down your cheeks, ignoring the knock on the door once more as he cupped your cheeks, pushing the tears away as he cooed softly, “I’m not going anywhere princess, I just need to answer the door, I’ll be right here, okay?”

“Okay.” You bubbled, a few more stray tears trickling down your cheeks as pressed another kiss against your forehead before standing up, quickly slipping on clothes as he walked to the door before opening it slightly. Wiping your eyes you took a deep breath, forcing yourself to calm down from your emotional high you always reached after being in such a sexual state for so long.

You could only see Jungkook’s back and part of his side profile but you could spot his brooding shoulders and irritation from a mile away, “Yeah she’s here, why?” You could tell his posture was becoming more defensive by the moment as your attention perked up, rubbing your eyes as you wobbled towards the nightstand, your cheeks warming at the sight of the venti sized stain in the sheets. You were going to kill this man.

Taking a sip of water before setting the bottle down, you carefully wobbled your way over to Jungkook, the only ‘her’ in this room was you, which meant somebody Jungkook wasn’t familiar with was asking for you. And given his confession just a few seconds prior of not wanting to share you, his expression was nearly a sneer by the time you wobbled up to him. Peering from behind his broad back you recognized the figure immediately Diego Friar, the son of the client who held Seasonella.

“Oh….um...hi?” You were still trying to recover from your emotional state of mind as you timidly dropped gaze, tugging at your shirt, suddenly noticing the marks from the bondage you had been previously tied up too still prominently stained into your skin, feeling slightly self conscious your lips quivered a little, Jungkook immediately noticed your outer shy demeanor, huddling back against you with his broad figure once more protectively.

Despite Jungkook’s annoyance at being interrupted during a private moment with you, one he wanted to relish in for as long as physically possible before he’d have to part with you later Diego only seemed to ignore Jungkook’s expression as he glanced at you, delighted to see your face, “Ah! I was hoping to talk to you, doll.” He gave you a charming smile.

Jungkook gritted his teeth, sneering at the pet name but Diego decisively ignored him in place of staring at you instead, you looked nothing like you did the night you had lap danced him and you were well aware of this. Hair frizzy and still wet, wearing literally nothing but Jungkook’s shirt as you shuffled closer to his warm body, Diego’s gaze only brief- but sharply glanced at Jungkook in annoyance as he clarified, “Alone.”

Jungkook glared back in return making you shuffle uneasy. Oh great! This was just perfect! Jungkook was many things, but he was not above beating the shit out of one of Cherry Bombs biggest clients' sons.

After he just confessed his own jealousy at you having to perform you really wouldn’t put it past him right now. Jungkook was pumping testosterone at the moment and every sense in his body was saying to protect and defend you from any outside forces.

Nibbling against your lip you shuffled a little away from Jungkook’s brooding figure as you attempted to do damage control, “Well if we’re talking business it would be best if my mentor stays present, I’m still fairly new to the business.” Jungkook’s demeanor didn’t lighten up but it didn’t get any worse and you’d take that as a win.

You could tell Diego Friar however, was a man who had the world served to him on a silver platter, and if he wanted something he was going to get it. And that something was currently you, chuckling he only shook his head, “Easy doll, so presumable. I just wanna have a little chat. One on one. You made quite the impression earlier…”

You did your best to keep your expression neutral, noting that Jungkook stayed quiet to let you speak, debating your options you reserved for a small shrug, “Well sure, just give me a minute to get changed.” You could barely finish your sentence before the door slammed in Diego’s face making you sigh.

“He’s such an egotistical jerk, just talk my ass.” Jungkook sneered at the door quietly, running a hand through his hair as he sighed, “C’mon baby, let’s go back to bed.” He grabbed your wrist gently, giving it a little tug to lead you back to the bed but you stopped making him pause, groaning Jungkook let go of you, “Y/n I promise whatever he has to say isn't worth hearing.”

You were already walking over to your suitcase as you sighed, “Maybe, but we don’t know that Jungkook, look I’ll be fine. You know I can’t just stand up the clients son,” His expression flickered into a scowl at the floor, looking somewhat childish because he knew your words were true, buttoning up your jeans you sighed as you tucked in his shirt, “Jungkook…” You murmured softly as you walked back over to him, his hair dusting over his eyes the way it always did when he was brooding.

“Baby, look at me.” You frowned a little as you cupped his cheeks, his jaw was incredibly tense but relaxed a little under your grip as his hesitant gaze found yours, “It’s fine, it’s just for a few minutes and then I’m all yours the rest of the day. Five minutes and any longer you can stomp out and drag me back, okay?”

“Five minutes?” His gaze dropped back to the floor as his shoulders began to deflate in defeat. Letting your foreheads press together Jungkook let his nose rub against yours as he closed his eyes, leaning into your soft touch as his hands encased yours as if not wanting you to let go as he sighed. Pulling away a little you pecked his nose with a tiny kiss as you have a nod, “Five minutes.” You let go of him despite the little cute noise of disapproval from him, smiling softly you shook your head before opening the door.

Closing it behind you as you ran a hand through your hair, keeping a more professional demeanor then you had a few minutes earlier as you greeted Diego once more, “So what can I do for you?” You asked, taking a step closer. If there was one thing you had learned in stripping, it was that you couldn’t afford to be timid and pushed around by clients, especially on your own.

Diego gave another charming smile, loosening the tie against his dress shirt as he confidently answered, “Well it’s more of what I can do for you doll, you have some talent. But here’s the thing,” You tilted your head, not understanding where he was going with this, “You’re such a pretty little thing, it’s a shame you chose stripping for a career, how’d you get into such an ugly business babydoll?”

It took every fiber in your being to not outright cringe. Pet names that came from anyone else’s lips besides Jungkook just never sat right with you anymore. Besides the point you also couldn’t count how many times you got asked this question, trying to hold in your sigh you replied, “Oh...well...Umm I just...needed a job? My friend was the one who originally went to the audition but Jungkook wanted me as a trainee, the rest is history.”

You usually glossed over all the details to a much more vague version but you got the sense that Diego was well versed in Cherry Bomb’s strippers, or atleast that’s the impression he gave off. Chuckling he almost seemed amused by your cuteness which you didn’t think was cute at all, a slight irritation surging in you as he replied, “Cute, but that’s not what I meant honey. Let me guess, you’re a broke college student, or maybe you’re wanting to study and you don’t have the funds right? You come from a broken background with divorced parents and lived on the bad side of town? Took to stripping because it was a last resort and now here you are.”

If you weren’t irritated before. You were now. Your lips parted before swallowing down all of the less than pleasant words you were wanting to say. How dare he presume your background! In which most was very wrong! “See, I could change that babydoll,” He stepped into your personal space as you leered back a little, a smirk that you assumed was supposed to woo you twisting on his lips, “You’re just what I’m looking for, all cute and dainty but sexy and confident. I’m not free of course,” He laughed as if he told a funny dinner table joke, as if you were the one who should be honored by his offer, “But given your work ethnic I’m sure you wouldn’t mind the charge.” He sent you a wink as if sure that would seal the deal.

...What a fucking prick! Not only did this man just assume your background but he assumed you were an easy lay all because you were a stripper! You couldn’t stop the laugh from escaping you, your expression struggling to not curl incredulously as your brows furrowed, “Thanks for the offer- but I’m actually from a very stable background with two parents who are very much still together- and no I didn’t come from the poor side of town! In fact Mr Friar,” Your smile sharpened as you raised your brows, “Given my work ethnic I’m just fine on my own, have a good day!”

You didn’t stop to hear his words as you shut the door behind you, nearly knocking into Jungkook’s chest who had been shamelessly listening in as best he could to the conversation, he immediately wrapped his arms around you as he buried his nose into your neck, “Fucking cunt, I told you his crusty ass had nothing good to say.”

You snorted a laugh as you wrapped your arms around his neck, “Alright you baby you were right! But atleast it’s dealt with, now I’m all yours. No more sharing the rest of the day.” You leaned away little only to press your forehead back against his.

Jungkook’s previously huffy expression softened considerably at your words, his body relaxing as his hands stroked against your waist, “All mine huh? You got one thing right baby, I’m not sharing you with anyone the rest of the day. I just got a text from Jimin saying they’re going out tonight but we aren’t going.” You snorted again at his emphasis on we.

Letting your fingers thumb against his neck you raised your brows a little, “Oh? Are you telling me the party animal doesn’t wanna go clubbing for once? That’s a first.” Jungkook looked a little bashful at your words as you laughed, letting his hand come up to stroke your hair as he tugged gently against a few strands before softly defending his words, “Well I was thinking,”

“Oh?” You endeared raising your brows making him scowl slightly as he jabbed your stomach making a giggle escape your lips, nipping at your nose playfully he shook his head, trying to huff but unable to keep the smile off his face, “I was thinking; you and me tonight, just us. It’s not my first time in Vegas and I want to show you all the sights,” you curled up into his arms, nuzzling your nose into his neck with a yawn as he wrapped his arms around you, “Mmm that does sound nice.” You felt all warm and fuzzy inside admittedly, he really wanted to take you out to sight see?

Jungkook only chuckled at your sleepy figure as he led you to bed for a well deserved nap, “Then it’s a date babygirl.” You felt your heart skip a beat at his words. Noting the bedspread has been discarded where the clean sheets beneath stayed he laid you down as you snuggled in close, unable to keep the giddy smile on your face as you nudged against his neck, “It’s a date.” You confirmed, feeling all mushy and excited on the inside.

A date sounded really nice.

Note: This has felt like the LONGEST two weeks ever but! I hope it was worth the wait ~~ 

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Unexpected

Prompt: “what happened to your clothes?”  “I think i’m falling in love with you.” “I think ive always known, deep down, i think i’ve always loved you.” 

Dean x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, somewhat detailed sex scene, iunno not much really. 

A/N: Sorry it’s so long, i had this idea and thought it’d be a fun read. Enjoy :)

Dean sat on your bed, mindlessly watching and waiting as you hid in your closet, dress after dress, skirt after skirt flying out, one almost hitting him in the face. He caught it mid air before tossing it down next to him. 

“I don’t know why you’re getting so worked up, its just a few drinks at the bar, Max already knows you, you dont need to impress him, he already likes you.” Dean spoke, watching as you popped out from your closet, three different shirts in your hands.

Dean was your best friend, you had met him and Sam as a child, your fathers had been hunting partners for a few years, always leaving you and the boys at bobby’s to cause trouble for the old man. You could still hear bobby’s voice sometimes, demanding Dean stop influencing you with his schemes. 

His buddy Max had run into him at the bar last week while you guys had stopped in during a hunt and they had caught up for hours, you had connected with Max off the bat, and when he’d asked you out, you were skeptical, see deep down you always knew Dean was your guy, your never ending crush on him had turned into deeper feelings years ago, you tried to deny it for years, and definitely never told him, but when Dean had convinced you to give it a shot, go out on ONE date with a guy he knew and liked, you gave in, never being able to say no to him, i mean, to be fair you hadn’t been with a man in over 2 years and you could use a night out, maybe even some quality time in bed with a good looking guy, plus, Dean trusted him, and that was enough.

“Dean, i haven’t been out with a guy in 2 years, i’m not going out with a guy looking like a swamp monster, first dates are everything, and looking your best can make or break the date.” You huffed, holding out a shirt to him for an opinion, he shook his head, grimacing. 

“First, you never look like a swamp monster, you’re stunning no matter what, you hardly have to work at that, secondly, that’s an old ratty tshirt you stole from me, really?” He pointed at it, now realizing he was right, why the hell you were even suggesting this. It was time to pull out the big guns. You sighed, hiding back into your closet, you had to have something date worthy. 

Dean had popped away, grabbing himself a beer, giving himself a break from outfit advice. You were his best friend and he wanted nothing more than to see you happy, even if it meant trusting Max to take you out on a date. It was one date, it’s not like he was stealing you away forever. He had always had a soft spot for you, you were his first kiss as a kid and he’d looked out for you ever since, and even though he trusted Max, seeing you get all worked up over a guy that wasn’t him still didn’t settle well with him, but he shoved his feelings down and tried to be as supportive as he could. 

He walked back into your room, realizing you were finally working on your makeup, you were slightly bent over your bathroom sink, reaching closer to the mirror as you did your eyeliner, truth be told, he loved when you did that black wing thing, it enhanced your big E/C eyes and drove him nuts everytime. He looked you over, realizing what you finally had chosen to put on, a shorter than he’d like black leather mini skirt, a matching leather shirt thing that looked similar to a bra more than anything. He cleared his throat. 

“What happened to your clothes?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at you.

You finish your eyeliner before walking past him, fetching lipstick out of your little makeup bag before making your way back to your bathroom, “What do you mean? Theyre fine.” You spoke, applying your lipstick as he piped up.

“I mean like, where’s the rest of it?” he sassed and you rolled your eyes as you walked back into the room. “It’s not that bad is it? It’s literally all i can find that isn’t covered in holes, old blood or stained monster guts.” You looked down at yourself, smoothing out your skirt. Dean cleared his throat as he eyed you properly, trying hard to calm his way out of a boner. 

“Uh, no, no i’m just teasing, you look incredible.” He smiled, nodding, you shoot him a innocent smile, “Better, Winchester. Much better, right answer.” You shoot him a small wink and he chuckles. He had come a long way on talking to women because of her, she helped him realize as a teenager and a young man that he didn’t need to be vulgar or gross to pick up women and he’d learned a long time ago thanks to her that chivarly was key.

He watched as she put on her coat, Max waiting by the door to take her out, she gave him a little wave as she told him not to wait up, she’d be fine. 

“Be safe, have fun.” He smiled as she walked out the door, his internal groan coming out of his mouth and he kicked himself for being too scared to ever make a move himself. He’d liked her since they were teenagers, but he was too stubborn to do anything, his fathers voice telling him hunter relationships never worked. 

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The night had been a blast so far, you and Max were having a great time chatting, dancing and enjoying each others company at the bar, he was sweet, nice and had a good view on life and hunting. He told you entertaning stories, some even involved moments he and Dean shared as young teenagers hunting together, being boys and trying to get girls, Max pranking Dean. They had a good friendship and you were happy Dean had someone besides you and Sam he could pal around with. 

You had moved to his truck a while ago, the mix of alcohol and pure need affecting you both as you made out like teenagers, the windows began steaming up, it was an unusually warm evening in lebanon and you were thankful you wore this outfit or would have soaked right through it from the heat. 

His hand moved freely on your thigh and you straddled him, his back against the backseat of his pick up with you on his lap, dry humping him like some silly teenage girl who hadn’t had sex yet, you made the first move, desperate to feel a mans touch, it had been so long. 

You yank your top off, nothing but some nipple covers to cover your exposed breasts, Max lets out a soft moan, “Beautiful,” he mumbles while he kisses softly around your skin, he slowly peels off the covers off you and his mouth lands on your nipple and you let out a louder Moan than you want to but it doesn’t seem to bother him. 

Before you know it, your both down to nothing but your underwear, you reach down and pull down his boxers, reaching a hand in and grabbing him and placing him at your entrance, you’re already so turned on you don’t need foreplay tonight, not when you’re this sexually frustrated. 

You sink down on him slowly, and you both moan out, yours comes out as more of a shout, and you begin to move, slowly at first before changing into a soft but faster bounce, he’s making sounds, you know that for fact but you’re so distracted by the feeling of pure pleasure you haven’t felt in so long you aren’t even fully aware of what’s happening, you let out a shout, and before you know what’s happening, it all suddenly just stops.

You come back to reality and notice Max has pushed you off, he’s pulling his pants back on and avoiding your eye. Oh for fuck sakes, you haven’t even came close to your release and Dean set you up with a 2 minute one pump chump. You were going to kick his ass. 

“What’s wrong? are you done already?” you ask, his looks at you, letting out an exasperated huff before licking his lips and shaking his head. “I’m sorry Y/n, i don’t think this is going to work out, besides, you shouldn’t really sleep with a guy if you’re not going to rememember his name.” He scolds, glaring at you before he shoves his shirt on and climbs out the back, you put your skirt and shirt back on, deciding to skip the panties all together.

“Hey! I do remember your name, it’s Max, i’m not stupid!” You yell at him, angry now that he would even suggest that. Max turns to you, glaring, “Oh yeah, then next time maybe you should try screaming my name out and not Dean’s, jesus christ y/n, if you want him that bad just go fuck him, i doubt he’ll say no!” He shouts and you stand frozen. 

“What? Dean?, i didn’t...I don’t-” you stutter, he cuts you off. “It’s kind of obvious y/n, you screamed his name for a reason, you obviously have lingering feelings for him, and im not going to be your pitty fuck.” He sighs, he ushers you into the passenger seat, offering to drive you home in what is the most uncomfortabe, quiet, embrassing drive home ever. 

You slam the bunker door closed, worst date ever. You make your way past Dean and Sam in the library as you try your hardest to avoid them, especially Dean, you were embarassed enough, you didn’t need to face him right now, and you sure as hell hoped Max kept his mouth shut about it too.

“Y/N? That you? “ You hear Dean call out but you avoid answering, flying past them to your room before slamming the door shut. 

Dean’s eyebrows furrow.

“I guess the date didn’t go well then.” Sam speaks out, looking over at Dean. He shrugs, before getting up and walking towards your room

He knocks on the door softly, “Y/n, you okay? did Max do something cause if he did i’ll beat the living crap outta him.” He calls out, he can hear your sniffle, he sighs, before softly opening your door. You’re cuddled up in bed, watching your favorite episode of golden girls as you cry softly. He sighs and heads over, sitting on your bed. 

“Bad date?” He asks and you shrug, “Something like that.” He gives you a soft smile. “Want to talk about it?” He asks and you shake your head. “No, i just wanna forget it.” You speak, he notices you never meet his eye. He nods and agrees to leave it alone, he joins you quietly, watching tv with you but giving you your space. When you finally fall asleep, he goes to bed himself, but not before shooting Max a text. 

“Whatever the fuck you did man, she’s upset, and if i find out you hurt her, i’ll kill you.” 

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It’s two weeks later when things finally come out, you haven’t spoken to Max since that night of your date. The bar is busier than usual, a few more college kids then there usually is but it is spring break, most of them are probably home for the much needed time away from school work. 

Dean is at the pool tables, hussling some airhead jock out of pool money. You watch and laugh when he heads over to you, cash in hand. 

“Ha ha, stupid brainless jocks. Always so much fun seeing how much of daddy’s money i can get out of them.” He chuckles, setting the money back in his pocket. You roll your eyes but smile. Why did you put up with this dork. 

Before you know it, someone is calling out for Dean. “Yo, Dean!” You both turn to spot Max, waving Dean over for a game. You swallow, nervous that the details of your date will come out, you still weren’t fully over it, and you dreaded Dean ever finding out, he’d never let you live it down and he really didn’t need a bigger ego. Luckily Max hadn’t noticed you yet. 

Dean motions he’ll play one round and be right back and you try to give him a smile, dreading this inside. Just don’t ask him about the date, you interally tell him, even though he’s long gone and can’t hear it. 

You sip your drink, asking for another one and you try to keep your cool at those two being in the same room all of a sudden. 

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One game had turned into 4 and before you knew it, the two guys had captured a crowd, some betting on Max and some on Dean. It was becoming a friendly competition between the two boys. 

“Aw come on Max, don’t be a sore loser, i’m sure you can come back from that.” Dean teases, watching as Max lines up his next shot. 

“Easy for you to say Winchester, tell me, do you ever get sick of being a pompous prick?” Max winks at him and Dean smiles, “Eh, Sometimes, but then i remember how fun it is to watch you lose and its all worth it.” Dean chuckles, Max suddenly isn’t in a joking mood and he shoots, it goes in, he gets a few more and Dean’s actually surprised. 

“Not bad, man. You’re getting better.” Dean smirks, “Still no match for me though, i always win.” Dean leans in, takes a shot and gets his last three balls in, He lines up with the 8 ball, looks up at Max, and smirks, then his eyes find you, sitting behind Max a few tables down and he shoots you a wink, before sinking in his ball. Game over. 

Max turns around, realizing who Dean winked at, he turns back around, slamming his pool stick down. “Good game, I’m done, guess you won Dean, you got the money, and the one girl i’ve liked in a really long time, guess you always do win, huh?” He spits out, a bitter tinge to his voice. He scoffs and walks away.

Dean’s suddenly confused, what the hell was he talking about. He looks over at you, you’re watching the television over the bar, no clue what had just happened, he follows Max outside catching him before he reaches his truck.

“Hey! I didn’t get anything, if this is about y/n, you screwed that up on your own, okay? I had nothing to do with that!” Dean shouts. Max laughs and turns to face him. “Oh bullshit Dee, you have everything to do with it!” He sneers, “I really liked her man, she was cool, but like always, Dean Winchester always gets the girl!” He scoffs, making Dean frown, confused. 

“Y/n isn’t mine! she’s my friend, whatever you did to piss her off on your date was your problem, she didn’t tell me what you did but if you wanted her that bad, you had the chance to fix it!”

“REALLY DEE? Tell me, how the fuck would you fix the girl you like screaming your best friends name in bed when shes with you? Huh? How the fuck do i fix her thinkng about you while she’s fucking me?” He swallows, “Man, forget it, you wouldn’t understand, god forbid that ever happened to you.” He spits, before he’s in his truck, driving away. Dean’s still standing there, more confused than ever.

He finally makes it back inside, his eyes roaming around for you. He finds you in the same spot, the female bar tender chatting with you and making you laugh. Your eyes find him, beckoning him over and he moves.

He finally reaches you and you smile, “I got you another beer. How did the game go? You disappeared.” You ask, and he stares at you, he finally pipes up, and your heart sinks. Oh no. Please no.

“Max seemed very upset when he saw you, what happened on your date again? Why didn’t you ever go out with him again?” He asks, you take a sip of your beer and shrug. “I dunno, he wasn’t my type, just didn’t work out.” You bite your lip, hoping to god he lets this go, you don’t need to relive that embarassing moment. 

He nods, taking a drink of his own beer, “Okay, so he just wasn’t your type, that’s all? It had nothing to do with you screaming my name in the middle of sex?” He calmly points out and you nearly choke on your beer, spitting beer across the bar table, everyone close by stares at you, you turn red, apologizing and grabbing napkins to clean up your mess. 

You turn and face Dean, “He fucking told you!” Dean raises an eyebrow, “In a not so nice way, so it’s true? You really did?” He smirks and you bury your face in your hands, “Oh god...” You call out and when you look back up Dean’s cheesy grin is staring back at you, “Actually, apparently it’s Oh Dean.”

You throw a nice solid punch into his shoulder before you run out of the bar, “Y/n...y/n wait!” Dean calls out but you’re already half way across the bar and out the door. He throws down some cash and chases after you, catching you half way down the road.

“Y/n...” He calls out, “Just leave me alone Dean, i knew you would use this against me, i knew it. You’re a jerk.” You wipe away a tear, he finally reaches you and grabs your arm, turning you to face him. 

“Hey, i didn’t mean to upset you, i’m sorry, i just, i was surprised, that’s all.” He sighs, “Why didn’t you just tell me? I thought Max was the one who hurt you or something.” He speaks softly and you sniffle. 

“it’s embarassing, i didn’t even know i did it, i was so into it and then he just stopped, for a second i thought he’d already, you know, i was disappointed then we got into an argument about it and he took me home.” You shrugged. 

Dean nodded, he was quiet for a while, and then he spoke, revealing something that made even you question if you were drunk.

“I uh, i guess i wasn’t expecting to hear that, and i guess i got a little excited cause iunno i just, i think i’m falling in love with you, and when Max told me i just uh, i guess i was hopeful that maybe it meant you felt the same.” He swallows before going quiet, watching your reaction carefully. 

You nodded, frowning as you realised you weren’t dreaming, Dean loved you, Dean Winchester loved you.

“I think i’ve always known, Deep down, i think i’ve always loved you.” You shrug, “Every since we shared our first kiss, i think part of me has loved you ever since.” You smile, finally meeting Dean’s eyes, the grin on his face tells you all you need to know, this man is crazy about you, always has been.

“oh yeah?” He smiles, reaching out to grab you, you chuckle, leaning up and placing a slow, deep kiss on his lips.

“Yeah, what can i say, you’re just my type.” You smirk and Dean laughs. 

“Well then, why don’t we get back home and i’ll give you a real reason to scream my name.” He smirks, leaning down quite a bit to place wet warm kisses along your exposed neck. 

“You’re never going to let me live that down are you?” You roll your eyes, he meets them and a sexy grin appears on his face. 

“Not a chance.” 

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Not All Heroes Wear Capes, But Mine Sure Does

Draco Malfoy, Editor in Chief of Witch Weekly Magazine, eyes his watch and then the stack of paperwork on his desk. He knows he should stay and get through at least half the pile before lunch, but there is also a photoshoot going on in Studio B right this very second that he wouldn’t mind overseeing. Only because the photoshoot is such an important project for the magazine. Not because of the presence of a certain someone at said photoshoot, not at all.

I’m the Editor in Chief of the damn magazine and I can go wherever I like, he decides. He nods his head as if confirming his own thoughts and exits his office to head towards the studio.

Draco had begun working at the offices of Witch Weekly soon after he finished his community service sentence. Starting as a lowly clerk, his ability to charm and enamour as needed, had him slowly but surely climbing the ranks.

Now, at twenty-five, Draco is the youngest Editor in Chief in the history of Witch Weekly. Soon after his promotion, he had recruited Pansy as a columnist and Blaise as a photographer, both of whom are involved in today’s shoot.

And what a shoot it is, Draco thinks with more than a little satisfaction. Featuring the Golden Trio, the rest of the Weasley clan minus Percy who was “just too busy to make it”, Seamus Finnegan, Dean Thomas, Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood, the Patil twins, and Lavender Brown, it’s going to be printed as a special edition with all proceeds going to the War Orphan’s Trust. Incidentally, it’s also one of the most— if not the most— star-studded spread in the magazine’s history. Blaise will photograph all the volunteers in various costumes and get-ups, while Pansy will interview them on the side.

When the idea was first proposed, Draco had been sceptical. While the others were less recalcitrant, Potter was well-known for his dislike of modelling of any kind. He hated being in front of a camera, and everybody in the press corps knew it. Without Potter, the venture wouldn’t necessarily fail, but it would definitely not generate as much profit. Draco had meant to ask formally, perhaps through an official letter bearing the magazine’s seal. Instead, he found himself asking Potter at the weekly inter-house pub night, a tradition started in eighth year that— inexplicably— continued well past Hogwarts. Surprisingly, Potter had agreed with minimal fuss. He wasn’t happy about it, but he had agreed nonetheless.

Reaching the studio door, Draco takes a moment to brush non-existent dirt off his suit jacket and straighten his already straight tie, before pushing open the door. There are a fair amount of people milling around, talking and laughing. He can see Weasley, Finnegan and Thomas near the refreshments table. Charlie Weasley is talking animatedly with Luna while Longbottom listens with a bemused expression. Ginerva and George are slowly turning singular strands of Hermione’s hair purple as she talks passionately with Lavender. The Patil twins are having their makeup done, and Bill Weasley is being interviewed by Pansy.

Draco takes all this in with a cursory glance, his attention instantly drawn towards the man currently posing for the camera, like a compass finding true north.

Harry Potter stands in front of the camera, wearing a gladiator’s skirt cinched with a belt adorned with a golden lion, a red cape adorning his broad shoulders. A sheathed sword hangs at his waist. On his feet are black leather sandals, the straps of which rope around his muscular calves. Without his trademark glasses, his eyes look impossibly brighter. His bronze skin practically gleams under the lights. Presumably, someone had applied oil on him at some point. Draco hastily pushes away all thoughts of hands and oil and Potter out of his mind. Potter’s hair looks artfully tousled instead of its usual mess— a near-miraculous feat if you ask Draco. He makes a mental note to jot down the name of the hair stylist for future photoshoots. The thought is there and then gone because just then, Potter draws the sword hanging at his waist, and Merlin and Morgana, Draco was not prepared to see Harry bloody Potter looking like a hero out of a Greek legend.

Draco lets out an involuntary whimper.

“Hello, Draco.”

Draco quickly snaps his gaze away from Potter to find Hermione looking at him with an amused expression. The purple streaks are gone from her hair— she’d probably known what Ginerva and George were up to the whole time. Meanwhile, Draco had been so busy ogling Potter, he hadn’t even seen Hermione approach him. He flushes faintly and attempts to sound like the Editor in Chief of a major publication rather than what he actually feels like— a schoolboy with a pash. “Hello, Hermione. I hope everything is going smoothly?”

Hermione grins. “Yes, it’s all been rather fun actually. Reminds me a bit of Sunday lunch at the Burrow, what with so many people around.”

“Good, that’s good to hear,” Draco says distractedly, attention already straying back to Potter.

“Harry’s looking rather good, isn’t he?” Hermione asks nonchalantly, following Draco’s gaze.

“What? Oh, yes, yes of course. Now that you mention it, he is. That is, I mean, the stylists did a brilliant job. Especially with his hair, it usually looks like a bird's nest,” Draco lets out a strained chuckle, his cheeks burning. He never should have come down here. Merlin.

Hermione presses her lips together, her eyes bright with amusement. “You should tell him that yourself, he’ll like it,” she gestures behind Draco.

Draco turns, and sure enough, Potter’s coming off the set towards them. He doesn’t even stop to change into regular clothes, for fucks sake. How is one supposed to hold a conversation with him looking like that?

“I’ll leave you two to it then, got some catching up to do with Parvati,” Hermione says, grinning wickedly. Before Draco can say another word, she’s already gone.

Cursing internally, he turns to face Potter, determined to keep his attention on Potter’s face and his face only. Not that that’s not distracting enough. Pushing the unhelpful thought away, Draco opens his mouth to greet Potter. What comes out is, “That’s quite a get-up you’ve got going on.”

Oh joy, already off to an excellent start. Draco cringes internally but forces himself to smile in what he hopes is a pleasant manner.

Potter laughs sheepishly. “Yeah, I do feel pretty ridiculous in all this. They’ve even strapped a bloody sword on me. I barely know how to handle it.”

“Looked like you were doing alright, actually,” Draco says before his mind can catch up with his mouth.

“Oh, er, thanks Draco,” Potter smiles bashfully, bringing his hand up to ruffle his hair. Draco’s eyes helplessly follow the flex of his bicep.

Snapping back to attention, he grasps for something other than Potter’s sword-wielding skills to talk about.

"I have to say though, I was quite surprised when you agreed to this. It's no secret you dislike photoshoots immensely," is what he lands on. It’s something he’s been wondering about and he wouldn’t mind knowing what made Potter agree to do this.

“Yeah, I don’t much like being treated as if I’m some celebrity and I’ve never been good in front of a camera. I would have said no but well…” he trails off, looking at Draco intently. “You’re the one who asked, so,” Potter shrugs as if that clears everything up.

Draco blinks. In a dazzling display of eloquence, he says, "What?"

Potter flushes, but he looks determined. "I agreed to do this because I know this photoshoot is important to you. Not just this shoot, the magazine as a whole. I know that you’ve worked hard to make it into something much more than just another gossip rag. So, um, you know, I did it for you,” he rubs the back of his neck, his face flushed crimson. “It also helps that it’s for charity,” he adds, chuckling awkwardly.

Draco gapes. “But...why?” he manages, bewildered.

“Draco,” Potter huffs. “Because I care about you. As in, I have feelings for you. I thought you would have guessed by now, it’s not like I’m great at subtlety. Pretty much everyone else knows,” he smiles nervously.

 Oh. Oh.  

“You have feelings for— wait, everyone knows?” Draco demands. “And no one thought to tell me?” He hates his friends, really truly despises them all.

Potter’s eyes crinkle with the force of his smile. “Wait so, what are you saying?”

Draco rolls his eyes, attempting to sound cool and collected even though he feels practically giddy. “I’m saying, Potter, that I have had “feelings for you” as you put it, for an embarrassingly long time. And everyone knows,” he says, cheeks pinking. “Well, everyone except you, apparently,” he amends.

Potter laughs delightedly. “To be fair, you didn’t catch on to my feelings for you either.”

“We’re rather ridiculous, aren’t we?” Draco says, laughing ruefully.

“Well, we’re both in the know now, so how about we go for a celebratory dinner?” Potter asks, eyes bright.

“Good idea,” Draco says, attempting— and failing— to keep a straight face.

“Potter!” Pansy’s voice cuts across the room.

“Time for your interview it seems,” Draco says.

“Yeah, although I do have some questions for her myself,” Potter says, squinting at Pansy.

“Oh, I will absolutely be having words with her. And Hermione,” Draco huffs.

Potter smiles at him, and it’s such a wide, unrestrained thing, Draco’s heart misses a beat. “I’ll see you after, then?” he asks.

Draco nods, smile softening. “Pick me up at seven, you already know the address.”

Potter flashes him one last smile before walking towards Pansy’s corner.

Draco watches him go with what is most definitely a besotted smile on his face before turning around to leave. His steps falter when he sees all of their friends staring at him, expressions torn between unbridled glee and despair. He frowns— until he catches sight of Ron glumly handing over a handful of Galleons to a triumphant George.

“You absolute pillocks, did you place bets on Harry and me?” he asks in disbelief.

“It’s a lucrative business,” George winks.

“Sorry Draco,” Lavender says, not looking sorry at all as she pockets the coins Padma grudgingly hands her.

“I hate you all,” Draco informs them cheerfully as he heads towards the hallway, professionalism be damned. He hears them laughing as he steps into the hallway, but he’s too elated to be properly pissed off at their machinations. He’ll get back at all of them soon enough, but for now he has a stack of paperwork to finish— he can’t be late for his date after all.

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𝘫𝘢𝘯𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶

𝙟𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙬𝙤𝙤 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝙜𝙞𝙛 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚, 𝙖𝙡𝙘𝙤𝙝𝙤𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙖 𝙗𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙜𝙤𝙧𝙚 (𝙣𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜), 𝙨𝙚𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙨 (𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩)

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 7𝙠

𝙄 𝙨𝙖𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙄 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙖 𝙟𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙬𝙤𝙤 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩. 𝙋𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙎𝙖𝙙. 𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩. 𝘽𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙞𝙩. 𝙃𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙙𝙖𝙮:’)

𝘫𝘢𝘯𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶

𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥

𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘺

january 9th 20XX

it's the day you met jungwoo and you have longed for snowflakes ever since.

you two have known each other for 6 years, after you moved houses when you were 15 and jungwoo was 16. and you think you've been in love with him for all 6.

january 19th present day

it’s the day you confessed your feelings to him and since that day, things haven't been the same.

(...)

so here you are, 21 now, on his bed listening to the older beg you to go out for drinks with their friends.

“baby cheeks, please! it won’t be any fun without you!,” he pouts.

baby cheeks. you love the nickname he gave you time ago. and you can't say no when he pouts.

“okay, okay. i’ll come if you shut up,” you comply.

a small, fond smile passing over his face as he ruffles your hair. "awesome! tonight’s going to be so much fun! i'm gonna text heejin you're coming. ” he grabs his phone

you frown. "who's heejin?"

"oh, didn't i tell you about her?" jungwoo asks, typing on his phone. you shake your head. "she's my... girlfriend-to-be?"

that hurt. you feel your heart drop.

"i didn't know you had a girlfriend," you almost choke on the words.

"we're not dating officially yet, but she will be," he smiles. "you're gonna love her and she's excited to meet you."

forcing yourself to smile even wider, you think you feel something crack as you say, "i'm so happy for you! and yeah, i'd love to meet her."

(...)

heejin laughs, separating herself from jungwoo and looping her arm through yours. "i like you. i have a feeling we're going to be good friends."

you groan to yourself. why do you have to be nice? why can't you be mean and bratty?

you're at the local bar you always go to with jungwoo and your friends sooyoung, yuta, jaehyun and donghyuck. and his soon-to-be girlfriend heejin. you aren't sure how much longer you can go without tearing up, so you excuse yourself and go to the restroom. you haven't told anyone about it, not even sooyoung who you've known since you were 6. sliding down the wall, you bury your face in your knees and take deep breaths until you can't fight it anymore. letting the sobs take over, you aren't sure how long you can sit there, but it feels like hours.

by the time you calm down, you decide you can't face jungwoo again and leave the restroom without being noticed. you text him telling him you felt sick and you need to go to your place.

when you arrive at your place, you take a look at yourself: puffy eyes, red eyes and messed up hair. you go into your room, lying on your bed and staring at the ceiling until you fall asleep.

after waking up, you check your phone and find 8 texts, 5 from jungwoo asking if you felt better.

ɪ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴀ ɴᴀᴘ. ɪ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ɴᴏᴡ.

ᴊᴡᴏᴏ🐶✨: ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ᴏᴠᴇʀ?

ɴᴏ, ɪᴛ'ꜱ ꜰɪɴᴇ. ɪ'ʟʟ ꜱᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ.

ᴊᴡᴏᴏ🐶✨: ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴜʀᴇ? :(

ʏᴇᴀʜ ɪ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘ ᴍᴏʀᴇ.

ʙᴇꜱɪᴅᴇꜱ, ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ɢꜰ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ɴᴏᴡ? ʟᴍᴀᴏ

ᴊᴡᴏᴏ🐶✨: ᴏᴋᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇɴ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘ. ɪ'ʟʟ ꜱᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ

ᴊᴡᴏᴏ🐶✨: ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ɪꜰ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ɢꜰ ɴᴏᴡ. ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ɪ'ʟʟ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ɪᴛ...

you shut off your phone and bury your face in your pillow. why is this so hard? you need to get over him.

jungwoo is an engineering major student and is in his final year, while you're a political science student.

on monday, you show up to your administrative law class and sit next to jaehyun who is majoring in the same thing as you. he gives you a look. "you don't look sick."

you glance at him and shrug. "meds were invented for something."

jaehyun tilts his head, looking at you. "is your disease called perhaps 'jungwoo having a girlfriend'?"

you roll your eyes. "i don't give a shit about his soon-to-be girlfriend."

"not his soon-to-be girlfriend. they went official yesterday," jaehyun opens his instagram app and shows you a pic jungwoo posted with her.

you feel sick again and you can feel your heart breaking into million pieces. you put on your fakest smile. "i'm happy for him, she's nice."

jaehyun places a hand on your back. "you're a terrible liar. thank god you're majoring in political science because you would starve being an actress."

you laugh, holding your tears up. "shut up, i don't wanna cry in the middle of the classroom."

he sighs and starts rubbing your back gently with the palm of his hand. "if you need a shoulder to cry on, i happen to have two."

after the class is done, you and jaehyun go to his car where you cry like a mad person. he doesn't say a single word, doesn't make a single noise, as you cry on his shoulder. he wraps his arms around you.

“why am i not good enough?” your head whips upwards, eyes dripping eyeliner and bloodshot. jaehyun stares.

“hey, no. you’re good enough. you're way too good–” he tries rattling off more but you furiously shake your head, hands moving to cling onto his shirt front. the watery, red eyes stare up at jaehyun and he can feel the pain in them so much that his chest aches.

“he'll never look at me the way i do,” you manage, your voice low, raising to a wracking sob, and then ending in a gasping breath. you drop your face into his chest.

“trust me, you’re not the problem. he is just... blind.”

"yeah, sure.” you lean back and start wiping your own face with both hands. “i've fucked guys to get him out of my mind but i can't.”

he sighs. "yeah. i get you."

you look at him. "who is it?"

he glances at you, doubtful. "sooyoung."

you cry again. because he understands how you feel. sooyoung is your best friend, therefore you know everything about her and you know she will never be interested in jaehyun.

he laughs watching you cry because he knows you have stopped crying over jungwoo. he throws gently your hair over your shoulder. "we're not a lost cause. we can still meet someone that erases our feelings for them."

"i've been in love with him for 6 years," you sigh and lower your head. "i wanna hate him but i can't."

"you'll be okay," he plants a kiss on your forehead.

"i wish i was in love with you," you say.

he chuckles. "we'd be so chaotic. c'mon, let's have lunch. it's on me."

jungwoo enters the cafeteria holding hands with heejin. as they're finding a clear table, he spots you having lunch with jaehyun. nothing weird, you two met through him and are friends.

as he's walking with heejin towards where you are with jaehyun, he feels a weird feeling when jaehyun leans too close to you to remove something from your face. you laugh at something he says and jaehyun ruffles your hair like he does. a pinch to his stomach. that is what he feels.

that is when jungwoo realizes he doesn't like sharing, especially the thing he loves the most. you. his best friend.

"why can't we sit just the two of us?" heejin pouts. "i didn't get to see you today all morning."

jungwoo shakes his head and looks at his girlfriend. she's right. "okay. let's find a table."

they pass next to jaehyun and you and they greet you waving their hands off. you fake a smile to them and when they're far enough, you roll your eyes. "does it make me a bad person that i wanna punch them in the face?"

jaehyun shrugs. "i wanted to punch johhny everyday when he was dating sooyoung."

"i guess we're bad people," you scrunch your nose and jaehyun chuckles.

ʏɴᴋᴍᴏᴛᴏ😺: ʏᴏ ɢᴜʏꜱ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ꜰʀɪᴅᴀʏ ɴɪɢʜᴛ, ᴀʀᴇ ᴜ ꜰʀᴇᴇ?

ᴊᴀᴇᴊᴀᴇ🤠: ʏᴇᴀʜ

ᴊᴡᴏᴏ🐶✨: ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ. ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍʏ ɢɪʀʟ

ʜʏᴜᴄᴋ☀️: ᴇᴡ. ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴀᴍ ꜰʀᴇᴇ

ꜱᴏᴏ😻: ʏᴜᴘ. ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴀɴ?

ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴜ ꜱᴀʏ

ʏɴᴋᴍᴏᴛᴏ😺: ᴜ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇᴡ ʙᴀʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴏᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ 3 ᴡᴇᴇᴋꜱ ᴀɢᴏ? ᴡᴇʟʟ, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ᴀ ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴅᴊ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ɢᴏᴛ ᴜꜱ ɪɴ.

ʜʏᴜᴄᴋ☀️: ᴅᴜᴅᴇ ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴋɪꜱꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ ᴏᴍꜰɢ

ꜱᴏᴏ😻: ʜᴏʟʏ ꜱʜɪᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ. ɪᴍ ᴅᴏᴡɴ

ꜱʜɪᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ. ɪ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴡᴀꜱᴛᴇᴇᴇᴇᴇᴇᴅ

ᴊᴀᴇᴊᴀᴇ🤠: ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴜ ʏᴜᴛᴀ

ᴊᴡᴏᴏ🐶✨:  ɢᴜʏꜱ :/

ʜʏᴜᴄᴋ☀️: ꜱʜᴜᴛ ᴜᴘ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴜʀɴ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ʙᴏʀɪɴɢ ɢʀᴀɴᴅᴘᴀ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ʜᴇᴇᴊɪɴ

ʟᴏʟ. ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏꜱ, ᴀᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴅᴏ ᴡᴇ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ?

ʏɴᴋᴍᴏᴛᴏ😺: 9 ᴘᴍ !!!

heejin ends up cancelling her movie date with jungwoo since she was feeling a bit under the weather. jungwoo, after spending an amount of time with her, he decides to leave so she can rest and drive to the club where his friends and you are.

january 19th present day

it's midnight already but he thinks he can still have fun.

walking into the bar dressed down in jeans and a white shirt he has certainly not expected you to be dancing on a table in a mini skirt.

you are shrieking out the lyrics to ‘gimme more’ by britney spears dancing in high heels dangerously on a wobbly table. for a moment all jungwoo can do is stare in astonishment at the sight. he knows that you are drunk. wasted.

there are boys below cheering you on and smacking your ass. he looks for his friends and he sees them in a worse state than you. jaehyun takes sooyoung in his arms and looks at him. "take care of y/n?"

he nods. jungwoo needs to take you out of here.

“y/n!” jungwoo calls out, not wanting any of these idiots to know your name.

you obviously don't hear him. so pushing himself through the crowd calls out again.

“y/n! for god’s sake get down!” he shouts.

“hellosir,” you slur obviously drunk

“hey move over!” one of the older men tries to shove him over but he doesn't budge

“y/n let me take you home.”

“why would i want to go home, when i’m having so much fun here? come up here and help me dance.” you grab his shirt and pull him up to you pulling him closer.

“y/n…” he stiffens not wanting to know what on earth is going through your head

“have a bit of fun!” pulling him closer he notices what you are wearing.

of rather what you aren't really wearing. a sweater with just two bottoms, one of them slightly open and he can see your stomach and your spilling out breasts and your skirt is so short it only just covers your ass showing off your long legs. and your heels are ridiculously high making you just as tall as him.

“y/n just come with me.”

suddenly you place your hands on his shoulder and kiss his lips, leading cheers from the whole crowd. jungwoo hears some murmuring going on.

“god she would be good to fuck.” his inner voice is growling at them

but right now he is more worried about what you are doing.

“hey move over!”

“yeah let us have our share!” the calls from the crowd really makes him growl this time

“no one touches her.” his voice is dangerously low only making a few of them back away.

suddenly one of the bigger men comes out.

“let us have her or you’re going to regret it.” he commands trying to grab a reeling you from his clasp

“not going to happen. move away so i can take her home.” he tries to steady you who is trying to stand up

suddenly he is in the middle of a fight. This person is pretty pathetic just lashing out, no style, no training. it doesn't take much before he is on the ground his nose bleeding gushing out some pretty nasty bruises all over him. looking up in horror he backs away.

“anyone else want to try?” jungwoo growls down low seeing terror in everyone’s eyes there is no scratch on him, no bruises, no nothing.

seeing that no one else is going to try and put his grubby hands on you, he bends down and picks you up in his arms and walks out. he is half-way to his car when you start talking at first nonsense but something makes him stop.

“that’s why i love you, jungwoo.” he hears  you mumble.

he feels numb not knowing what to think. he wants to believe that it is just the alcohol.

“drunk confessions are something i could do without.” jungwoo mumbles gently, putting you into the back of the car strapping you in and driving as fast as he dares to get your apartment. as soon as he gets there he notices that you are barely awake still mumbling nonsense about jimmy fallon looking hot? he laughs.

carrying you to your apartment, he decided just to put you into bed with a bucket by your side. jungwoo slips you under the covers hoping that you will be warm enough.

“i sometimes dont think youre real, you're so handsome and i love you and i can't believe you're da-” you never finish your drunk sentence vomiting into the bucket that jungwoo grabbed.

he runs to you and holds your hair in a bun. after a few thrusts, you finish throwing up and throw yourself to the bed, laying on your back. jungwoo sighs. “i’ll get you some water, okay?”

you nod, almost falling asleep. jungwoo goes to the kitchen and grabs a glass pouring some water on it. he returns to your room just to find you sleeping. he leaves the glass on your  nightstand because he's sure you're gonna wake up sometime during what's night thirsty.

jungwoo is about to leave your room when you sit on your bed. he leans against the doorframe and looks at you, almost laughing. “what's up with you?”

you pout. “jungwoo”

“what do you need?” he walks to you.

“you. i love you.”

“i know. i love you, too, baby cheeks.”

“no,” you groan and grab his shirt. “i love you. romantically. i’m truly, madly and deeply in love with you.”

jungwoo sighs and removes your hand from his shirt. “no, you don't y/n. go to sleep.”

“i am in love with you, jungwoo,” you cry, wrapping your arms around his waist. “i have always been in love with you. can i kiss you? please.”

jungwoo closes his eyes and yanks himself off free. “i’m sorry, y/n. i’m with heejin now. respect that.”

“fuck her,” you growl. “she doest deserve you. i do. fuck her.”

“y/n…”

“fine. go with her. fuck you two.”

“you know it doesn't have to be this way,” jungwoo looks at you.

“get out!” you throw him a pillow he manages to dolge. “get the fuck out!”

as expected, you do remember everything that happened last night. you know you fucked up by telling jungwoo your feelings towards him and you confirm he has never and will never have feelings for you.

you cry when you take a shower, having a really bad headache and your heartbroken. you don't know what to do to fix things. you know it will never be the same again.

"i thought you might need this.” jaehyun comes walking through holding a glass of water and an aspirin.

you're at jaehyun's apartment. his roommate sicheng is out to get some groceries. you sit up. "will this erase my memory?" you take the glass and the aspirin.

"i don't think so," he scrunches his nose.

you sigh and take the medicine. "why did you even let him take me home? i was a threat."

"sooyoung was in a worse state than you, yuta was hooking up with some girl in the restroom and donghyuck was high as hell," he sits next to you.

"i thought he wasn't going to go," you groan.

"so did i," he puts an arm on the sofa's back. "at least he knows how you feel."

"like it's worth it," you rest your head on his shoulder. "i wanna cry again but i cried the whole morning and my head is killing me."

"i'll tell you what," he leans forward and looks at you. "we're gonna forget sooyoung and jungwoo. we need to move on, we have no hope with them. why do we need to be the ones crying over them?"

you bite your lip and nod. he's right. fuck them.

you don't know when it happens, but at some point jungwoo has stopped talking to you and the rest of the guys. he’s always with heejin, doing this and doing that. always excusing himself saying he has no time and he's busy with college and his girlfriend. you text him but never get a reply. there's a time when your messages don't get delivered and you can tell he has blocked you.

great. thanks for nothing. you think.

on the other hand, jaehyun and you grow closer. you're always at his place or he's always at yours.

it's been months since the last time you and jungwoo talked. he seems happy with heejin and they are always together. you’re still in love with jungwoo, but you’re doing your best to move on.

it’s clear to you jungwoo don't wanna be your friend anymore and it hurts you the way he just disappeared from your life. after many years of friendship.

by summer, everyone leaves on vacation but you stay since your parents decide to go on a cruise to celebrate their 23rd anniversary and you’re happy they can take time to spend time together. and you wish you can ever have that.

jaehyun comes back from paris and he’s eager to see you. and so are you. after he planes land in town, he takes a cab to your place and the moment you open the door, he hugs you and lifts you up.

"bon retour," you tease, hugging him.

he chuckles and kisses your cheek. "god, i just wanted the plane to land so i could see you."

"it seems to me you missed me," you say and you shut the door.

"i did," he nods and places his backpack next to the door. "how are you?"

"i'm great, i'm getting a jump on next semester's work," you smile. "you want something to drink or eat?"

"that's good," he smiles back at you. "i was actually thinking of taking you out."

you cock an eyebrow. "taking me out?"

he nods and giggles nervously. "i uhm... want to talk to you about something."

you know what he is going to say. you want it too. but you thought you were just being delusional. turns out you're not.

"okay... then i'm gonna put on decent clothes," you smirk.

"i'll wait... here," he points out your couch.

he doesn't know why he's feeling nervous. maybe because you might say no and he can't get his heartbroken again. but he's gonna take the chance again.

you take a deep breath and check your reflection for the last more time. you look good. you run your fingers through your hair and pull it into a loose ponytail, just enough to keep it out of your eyes.

“this place is amazing,” you marvel at the subtle beauty of the room.

jaehyun smirks. "i wanted to bring you here before, but school was kicking our butts."

“and then you left to paris,” you say, scooping up a bit of a vegetable and chewing delightedly.

“yeah i know, but i did miss you so bad,” he pouts.

"a month without me, that's what it causes," you shrug, smiling.

he chuckles, nodding. then he goes quiet for almost a minute. "i… the real reason why i brought you here is to confess something.”

you look at him. jaehyun tries to slow his racing heart and looks you in the eye. “i don't know how it happened, but i haven’t been able to get you off my mind." your cheeks turn pink. “i know saying this will probably ruin our friendship, but i wanted to say I love you, y/n." he exhales heavily and waits for you to say something.

you already knew it, but still, your jaw drops and your face flushes pinker than a rose. “do you mean it?”you whisper. jaehyun nods and takes your hand in his own. “with all your heart?”

“with all my heart.”

you sigh and rest your forehead against his. "i love you, too."

"ew, you two are being gross right now. get a room," donghyuck says as you and jaehyun share a kiss.

you return the favour with your middle finger. donghyuck laughs. "the library has a nice spot where you two can fuck, you know?"

"hyuck, go away," jaehyun groans.

"fine, as if i want to see you two making out," donghyuck stands up. "ooo, jungwoo's coming. bye."

he flees the scene leaving you two alone with jungwoo walking surprisingly alone. your heart skips a beat for a minute and you wish he could greet you, at least give you a smile but he ignores you two when he passes next to your table.

asshole.

it's true. you have been with jaehyun for a month but it doesn't mean you don't love jungwoo anymore. in fact, you still wish he loved you back.

jaehyun sighs, placing his hands on his tights. he knows it's hard for you but sometimes he wishes you weren't that obvious.

you stare at him. "sorry."

"it's okay," he gives you a gentle smile. "we should go, we have class in 10 minutes."

you whine. "i hate finances."

"so do i. cmon, baby," he takes your hand standing up.

jungwoo has pretty much everything he always wanted. rich, attending one of the greatest universities so close to graduate and currently top of his class in rankings. still, life had been hard on him recently. it all started when you confessed your feelings to him. why did his heart start jumping like a middle school boy?

jungwoo knows he's a total dickhead. you confessed him your feelings and he just ran away as if you have confessed you committed a murder. the idea of you two together showed up in his mind and his heart melted. why? he didn't understand and he didn't want to.

but he got scared. he never thought of you like that and got even more scared because he didn't mind it at all.

no. he’s in love with heejin. he loves heejin. they have been together for 8 months now and he's the happiest he's ever been.

right? of course..

then why seeing you with jaehyun makes him so angry? and why does he want to punch him when he kisses you?

he groans to himself. he's being ridiculous.

you can date whoever you want to. he doesn't care.

(...)

“i don't understand why you are being a bitch to me,” you frown, looking at sooyoung.

“maybe because you are a bitch,” she states, placing her hands on her waist.

“excuse me? what did i even do to you to speak to me like that?”

“you know jaehyun was into me, and yet you're dating him!” sooyoung crosses her arms on her chest.

you tilt your head in surprise. “you didn't even like him!”

“i didn't back then, but i do now!”

you're speechless. you know sooyoung can be sometimes selfish, but this time she reached a new type of selfishness. it’s not fair.

“are you even listening to yourself?” you give her a questioning look. “you rejected him many times, breaking his heart and now he has finally moved on, you suddenly like him? you’re incredible, sooyoung.”

“no. this is what you do, y/n.” she laughs, bitterly. “you jump from guy to guy trying to call their attention and this time you couldn't get jungwoo you got into jaehyun’s pants. have some loveself. please.”

“fuck you, sooyoung.” you stare at her. “i’m so glad you never got together because you would’ve ruined him.”

“you bitch,” sooyoung throws herself to you, pulling your hair.

“sooyoung!” you bark out, trying to pull her away from you, but she grabs your jaw squeezing it. “fuck off!”

“i fucking hate you, you stupid bitch!” she slaps you in the face.

“back the fuck off, sooyoung,” you hiss, pushing her away.

“you always play the victim when you're nothing but an asshole!” she pushes you.

“stop. i don't wanna hurt you,” you warn her.

she laughs. “please. you’re nothing.”

sooyoung approaches you and pushes you again. “whore.”

you press your lips together, trying to keep your shit together. she pushes you again, making you stumble. that's it. you've lost your patience. you punch her in the nose. sooyoung growls and reaches up her hand to catch a few drops of blood. “youre a fucking animal.”

“i warned you,” you look at her.

jaehyun and yuta who are approaching you two see the scene and run towards you.

then, you feel sooyoung’s fist in your lips. it hurt a lot. soon you have blood dripping from it. you're about to throw a second punch when you feel someone’s arm wrapping around your waist. “that’s enough, y/n.”

it’s jaehyun. you see yuta taking sooyoung away, kicking in the air. you don't realise your jaw is clenched until you exhale heavily. when you're calmed, jaehyun yanks yourself free and you turn around. you sigh and lower your head, ashamed. “i’m sorry you had to see that.”

“what the hell was that, y/n? you assaulted, sooyoung.” he stares at you.

you open your mouth, almost choking on your words. “i did not! i begged her to step back and she pushed me. twice!”

“you literally behaved like a prostitute.” he shakes his head. “i really hope she's okay.”

“fuck you, jaehyun,” you push him. “why don't you go and make sure she's okay?”

“i will,” he looks at you and walks away.

maybe punching sooyoung is not the way to find a solution, but you dont regret it. she deserved it. but because of that, jaehyun is upset at you and you don't understand why. he should be the one upset at sooyoung, but he doesn't know all the crap she talked about you and jaehyun. he didn't even let you explain.

the next day you call jaehyun and he shows up at your place. you hug him, to which he doesn't hug you back. he is still mad.

“i’m sorry,” you sigh. “how many times do i need to apologise?”

he doesn't say anything. he just stares and stares at you. you notice his eyes are watering. “what's wrong?”

“i slept with sooyoung.”

you cry.

you cry again. he tries to apologise and hugs you but you can't see him. you push him out of your place and you don't want to see him again.

ever.

everything in your life is going down. your grades have gotten worse. sooyoung made sure yuta won't talk to you again. jaehyun cheated on you and. donghyuck is too busy with the hockey team. jungwoo doest even remember your existence.  

fuck.

a fews days later, you wake up feeling sore. very sore. and with the worst hangover you've ever had. you roll on the bed and you startle when you see a black haired man next to you. this is not your bed and this is definitely your room.

you're naked beneath the sheets and your curse at yourself.

fuck fuck fuck. that's why youre feeling sore.

you get up from the bed and get dressed and leave the stranger’s apartament. what was his name? john? joe? fuck. you don't remember.

you fucked with someone else and you don't even remember his name. you do remember how it happened: you were dancing and drinking alone. that's pretty much what you have been doing the past two weekends.

you don't even know in which part of the city you are. your phone’s dead. you sigh, defeated. you're gonna walk to the closest metro station.

people stare at you and you can tell they know about your whereabouts last night. you don't give a shit.

january 9th. present day.

it's been 7 years since you met jungwoo. but this year is different. hes not around. none of your friends are around.

you wake up hungover, again as you've been doing for months in someone’s bed. you turn and see the handsome jackson wang sleeping peacefully. you usually don't repeat one night stands, but you do an exception with him since he always fucks you senseless making you forget everything. and everyone.

no feelings involved and you're okay with it. the last thing you need is to get your heart broken again.

you get up, stretching your body. you get dressed and when you're about to leave, you see jackson leaning against the headboard. hes awake. “you always leave without saying goodbye. i feel used.”

“i use you,” you smirk.

he smiles and puts his arm on the back of his head. “will i see you tonight?”

“yeah,” you grab your jacket. “see you later.”

he nods. you leave his place. when you arrive at your place, check your mail and see a letter from your university. you open it up and your mouth drops to the floor. you will be expelled if you don't improve your grades.

your parents will kill you if they find out about this.

so the next morning, you’re on your way to the campus offices. at the door entrance, you run into jungwoo. he greets you with a shy smile and opens the door for you. you thank him. as you two wait to be attended, you pretend youre reading a magazine and he's scrolling on his phone, looking at nothing.

they call your name and you walk to the front desk. “mr. kang can't see you right now, but he told me that the letter pretty much says your situation. if you don't get your grades up you will be expelled and wont graduate this summer.”

you sigh. “how am i supposed to get my grades up in 5 months?”

the lady at the front desk shrugs. “that's not my problem. you should've thought about that before start skipping your classes.”

you sigh. you turn to leave the office and you see jungwoo staring at you. you pass next to him and leave the office.

your life's a mess and you don't know what to do to fix it.

as you walk down the campus, you spot jaehyun walking next to yuta. he waves at you and you ignore him.

you pull your phone out of your pocket and text jackson.

ᴜ ʙᴜꜱʏ?

ᴊᴡᴀɴɢ: ɴᴏ. ᴡʜʏ?

ᴄᴀɴ ɪ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴏᴠᴇʀ?

ᴅᴀᴍɴ ɪᴛꜱ 8 ᴀᴍ

ᴄᴀɴ ɪ ᴏʀ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ɪ ᴛᴇxᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟꜱᴇ?

ᴊᴡᴀɴɢ: ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋᴇʏᴄᴏᴅᴇ.

ɪ’ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪɴ 15

and you're at jackson’s place in 15 minutes. thank god and his sex skills. you’re panting, laying on your stomach and he falls next to you on his back.

“who’s jungwoo?” he questions.

“no one,” you say.

“do you think of him when i’m fucking you?”

“sometimes,” you reply.

he laughs. “why don't you just go to him?”

you sigh. “it’s not that simple.”

“why?”

“why do you wanna know?” you bury your face on his pillow.

“maybe i can help,” jackson shrugs.

you shake your head. “can i be on top now?”

jackson squints his eyes and then grabs your chin with his thumb. “whatever you want, hottie.”

the next following days, you've been locked in your place studying and doing delayed homeworks and studying for the upcoming tests. you're decided to save your school year.

you see jaehyun in some of your classes and he offers himself to help you to catch up with what they've been doing lately. you say no. you ask someone else and they nicely say yes.

you stop seeing jackson to focus on your studies again and you also stop partying and getting drunk. you and your body need a break.

“are you sure?” he questions.

“yeah. i gotta go now, i still have lots of things to do.”

and that's how the week goes: you barely have any sleep and eating what it's easier to get.

"...and that's why i'm never going back there again."

you laugh. "i'm not surprised after all that!"

you're having lunch at the campus cafeteria with one of your classmates: kun. he's nice and he's a exchange student.

"i can't believe there's decent food today, it smells nice," he says.

"right? this chicken looks nice."

"oh, i didn't bring napkins,"he sighs.

"i'll get them. I forgot my drink. i'll be right back," you stand up.

you feel something is wrong as soon as you stand up.

y/n?"

you feel yourself swaying. why are you swaying? maybe it's because you haven't eaten all day, but you have gone days like that.

you can feel yourself getting light-headed. you desperately try to fight it, feebly grasping at the side of the table, kun's voice sounding far away. the horrible sensation in you is everywhere, consuming you.

"i think i'm going to-"

kun watches in horror as all the colors drain from your face, your eyes rolling back and fluttering closed.

"y/n!"

he tries to manage to break your fall before you can do any damage to your head, but he doesn't get you and you hit your head on the floor.

(...)

you can feel yourself experiencing the ghost of a dream as you come to. the echoes of conversations are confusing yet audible, the visuals clouded by fuzziness.

you see the ceiling first as your vision clears and your brain starts to kick back into gear.

"hey..."

you become aware of jungwoo in your line of vision, pushing back stray strands of your hair from your face. his voice is soft, a gentle smile gracing his own features.

"jungwoo?" you frown. "what happened?"

"you fainted."

you are warm, clammy, sweat clinging to you. shaky too. it feels horrible.

"i fainted...?"

using your hands, you attempt to push yourself up to a sitting position, but jungwoo's arms are on your shoulders in an instant, returning you to your original position on the stretcher.

"don't get up, just stay lying down for now, alright? you hit your head pretty bad, the doctor is making sure nothing's wrong."

you don't really have the strength to argue, so you simply nod in understanding.

jungwoo is so thankful for the first time the the campus has a doctor for cases like this.

"who told you I was here?" you suddenly ask.

"i saw you when you fainted at the cafeteria," he says. "i didnt even think twice, i just took you in my arms and ran here."

he still cares about you.

"thank you."

the doctor comes into the small room with a tablet on his hand. "y/n y/l/n. I have good and bad news. the good news is that you have a minor contusion. take some tylenol if it's still hurting today. the bad news is that you are dehydrated and have low blood sugar.”

you sigh and run a hand through your hair. “have you been eating?” the doctor asks.

you shake your head. “maybe just once a day.”

“not good,” he states. “you need to rest and don't skip your meals anymore. you can go home after the crystalloid is empty.”

“thank you, doctor.” you say.

the doctor leaves the room and you look at jungwoo. “you can go now. i’m fine.”

jungwoo shakes his head. “i’m gonna take you home. i need to make sure you get some rest.”

jungwoo takes you home and leaves you on your bed. he hasn't been to your place since the night you confessed your feelings. you feel your heart squeezing. you hug a pillow. “you can go now. i’m fine.”

“close your eyes,” he says and he sits on the edge of the bed.

you do as he says. but you know you won't be able to sleep if he stays. “do you need another blanket?”

you shake your head, with your eyes still closed. “how am i supposed to sleep if you keep talking?”

jungwoo giggles. “right. sorry.”

you giggle too. his phone rings and he ignores it. then it rings again. “you should go. really. i’m fine.”

“i told you i’m gonna stay,” he puts his phone away.

“your girlfriend will get upset,” you warn.

“as far as i remember i don't have a girlfriend,” he takes off his shoes.

you open your eyes. “what?”

he smiles. “close them again.”

“since when?” you inquiry.

“since september. now, get some sleep.”

it’s january.

he's been single for 4 months.

“why did you break up?”

he lays next to you and reaches his hand up to your eyes level, making you close them. “i don't love her anymore.”

he doesn't love her anymore.

you can't help but feel a bit of hope.

you look at him. oh god. he’s beautiful. and you missed him so bad.

“you will never listen to me, will you?” he cocks an eyebrow.

“you're acting as if you met me yesterday,” you mock him.

“a week ago was january 9th,” he says softly. “i missed you. i miss you.”

you sigh, unable to look him in the eye. “i’m sorry.”

jungwoo frowns. “why?”

“i should have never said what i said. i ruined everything,” you bite your lip. “so i’m sorry.”

jungwoo cups your face with his hands. you look at him. “if there's someone that should be apologizing it's me. i freaked out and pushed you away because i got terrified of how those words made me feel.”

“am i that bad?” you joke. he laughs a bit.

“you're everything but bad,” he pushes back stray strands of your hair from your face, putting it behind your ear. “i’m sorry. i’m so, so sorry, y/n. i got away and wasn't there when you needed me the most. i’m the worst i know, and i’m not expecting you to forgive me but i just wanted you to know that i’m willing to get your friendship back, even if it means we have to start over.”

“jungwoo,” you look at him. “i don't want to start over.”

“oh…” he lowers his head, “okay. i understand.”

you chuckle and he stares at you, confused. “i don't want to start over again because we don't need to. just promise me you wont even turn into a dick ever again.”

he nods. “i promise. i swear to god that won't happen again.”

that night you sleep in his arms and sleep like a baby. like you haven't slept in months .

january 30th present day.

it’s 20:32 and you are standing at a corner in your old house. the street is illuminated by the houses that have christmas decorations all over them. you were waiting for someone.

seoul has been wet for the past few days and it is unusually cold tonight, the temperature dropping to -8.5℃. you are dressed warm enough but your clothes were no match for the cold january breeze that slap you softly across your face. the rain that has turned into snow isn’t helping but that’s fine.

you feel someone wrapping their gloved hands around yours. you smile and squeeze their hand. "you're late."

"sorry," jungwoo apologizes. "i couldn't find my keys."

"jungwoo things," you mock him.

"ah," he chuckles. "baby cheeks back at it again."

you turn to look at him and your hands shake. you lick your lips nervously. jungwoo is so, so indescribably pretty. you have trouble speaking sometimes. he looks at me and he gently puts his finger underneath your chin, and lifts so your eyes meet his.

jungwoo leans in and meets your soft slightly scented lips with his own. it feels good. it feels right; like a puzzle piece has just slotted itself into place.

one hand drifts up and gently brushes some stray hairs away, fingers curling around your ear to trail down the nape of your neck.

slowly, jungwoo lowers his head and you watch as a tongue dart out to wet his lips. you mimic the action, teeth biting gently on his lower lip. jungwoo smiles wrapping you by the waist. "is this a way to tell me you like me?"

"wasn't I very clear?" you rest your hands on his chest.

"uhm no. please do it again," he smiles staring at your lips.

and you kiss him again.

january 9th 20XX. future.

“by the power vested in me by the city, i now pronounce you man and wife. you may now kiss the bride.”

jungwoo smiles down at you his hands gripping yours. he leans down and before he kisses you, he whispers, “i love you so much.”

“ladies and gentlemen, i now give you for the very first time, Mr. and Mrs. Kim.”

whistles and claps ring out through the church as jungwoo and you still continued to kiss.

"let the girl breathe, loser!,” donghyuck whistles bringing chuckles from the guests.

jungwoo pulls away grinning and winks at you. "now you'll never get rid of me."

"i'm not planning to," you smile at him.

[comfortwriting]

A Summer Secret Part 4 - F.W

Masterlist, Requesting Rules, Writing Prompt Masterlist

Fred Weasley x Fem Reader

Part 4 of my mini-series 'a summer secret', please read parts 1, 2, and 3 - want to be tagged? Let me know!

Warnings: 18+, swearing, eating, mention of food.

Gideon and Fabian lifted your body into their arms, the loose bedsheet covering your breasts and sex, taking you to your room, they set you down on the bed and pulled the covers over you, waiting eagerly for you to wake up and tell them everything.

George stared at his older brother glaring at him, his patience wearing thin for him to wake up, he felt pissed off, embarrassed, concerned, how could he do this to you?

Fred's eye fluttered open, he yawned and rubbed his eyes, still expecting you to be there despite the bed being much cooler on your side.

"What the fuck were you thinking, Freddie?" George growled lowly.

Fred jumped up and pulled the covers over his bare chest, "George I-"

"Are you out of your bloody mind! She's eighteen! My sons best friend, you surely cannot think that pursuing a girl this young to be a good idea!"

"I-I, George we never meant to - it's nothing serious." Fred stuttered, finding it hard to pull himself together.

"Well, it's a good job she's off back home tomorrow! It will do her good to be away from you!"

Fred's heart jolted at the thought of you going back home to your parents who wanted nothing more than to send you off to Scorpius to get married - Fred didn't know why, but the thought of you with someone else made him slightly jealous, but why? You aren't exactly his...

"Home?!" Fred freaked "She can't go home!"

"Yes! She isn't staying under this roof with you! And until your plumber gets his shit together, you won't be going anywhere!"

You too were scared, holding the bed covers over you, Gideon and Fabian staring at you with grins on their faces.

"Go on," Fabian started "tell us everything."

You sighed, trying to swallow down the nerves with some water "we just, it just, it just happened out of nowhere, I didn't realise until after..."

You couldn't deny how painful it was to go through the memories, each intimate one of you dancing with him in little to no clothing, flour all over the kitchen floor, taking showers together, the nights you shared cuddling up on the sofa...

"But it's nothing serious," you reminded them, and yourself "just a summer fling."

Gideon smirked "I can't believe you were sleeping with our uncle! Ha!"

"And to think you were going to marry a Malfoy!" laughed Fabian.

Leaving George's and Angelina's manor left you in two minds, one: I'm going to miss Freddie, and two: I'm finally able to get my life together, and my head on straight.

Luckily enough, your impressive job application and CV landed you an apprenticeship at the ministry and you were earning enough to rent an apartment above one of the new pubs in Diagon Alley. The only downside, you found yourself passing Weasley's Wizard Wheezes every day, quickly peeking in the shop window to try and catch a glimpse of the man you fell head over heels for.

After a stressful day at work, you flunked yourself down on your bed, staring up at the plain magnolia ceiling, listening to the loud chatter and cheers from the drunks downstairs enjoying a pint or two. Your owl glided through the window, landing on the foot of your bed, dropping an orange envelope before flying over to your wardrobe, perching on top, watching you.

"Thank you," you sighed, sitting up and reaching for the envelope, slowly opening it.

You froze but continued to read on.

Dear Y/N,

I see you every morning and evening peeking in my window, I still can't figure out why you haven't popped in to say hello - next time, come on in.

Percy mentioned you are working alongside him at the ministry now, I apologise on his behalf because he's annoying and incredibly obnoxious.

I miss you, it's strange cooking without you, my house is silent and dancing to music alone gets lonely - so I thought I'd shoot my shot.

My place, tomorrow night, 9 pm?

Let me know,

see you soon.

- F.W

'I miss you' your fingers traced the words, you felt a smile creep up on your face, your heart pumping enthusiastically, but your head screaming at you, after all, summer is over.

Your heart sunk.

This isn't just a summer fling. Not anymore, and without a care in the world, you took him up on the offer, going against your minds desire.

Meeting Fred felt like the first time all over again, it was as if you never left - you spent most nights with him, and when you had to work overtime and miss out on his company, he would send you letters, your fingers tracing more words of passion and need.

Fred couldn't hide his feelings for you anymore, he couldn't lie to himself, he tossed and turned night after night, feeling lost, not knowing what to do, George's stern lecture replaying in his head.

"Are you out of your bloody mind! She's eighteen! My sons best friend, you surely cannot think that pursuing a girl this young to be a good idea!"

You stared at yourself in the mirror, putting on the burnt amber lipstick you knew Fred loved, hearing him apparate outside, you bid goodnight to your owl and hurried down the stairs, breaking out into the cold night.

George and Angelina were hosting this years Christmas dinner, they invited everyone - including you, and this was the perfect opportunity for you to come clean to Fred, to put all your cards on the table and finally take the next step in your relationship, after all, you were both on the same page, right?

"You look beautiful," Fred smiled, his eyes taking in your skirt, your turtleneck, makeup and hair.

You blushed "Thanks Freddie, shall we get going?"

Out of breath and feeling slightly travel sick, you hunched over in the front garden down the path, trying to catch your breath before a long evening of eating, drinking, and conversation.

Fred waited with you, stroking your back gently, the cold air nibbling at his cheeks, turning them pink and numb.

Standing up, Fred decided to walk down the path but you grabbed him by the arm and pulled him back slowly.

"Wait - Freddie," you breathed out.

"What is it?" he asked, staring into your eyes.

"Well," you sighed "we're turning up here together, and..." you paused "obviously this isn't just a fling, we agreed just for the summer and it's Christmas day, surely we ought to-"

Fred's face dropped "Y/N, I understand what you're trying to say but no - we can't."

'I miss you'

but I don't want you.

'Stay the night, I don't want to be alone'

but you aren't good enough to be with me all the time.

"What?!" you choked out, "Fred, you told me-"

"I know what I told you," he snapped "but this isn't right."

Tears filled your eyes, your voice wobbly, your throat tight "Why? I don't understand-"

Fred became impatient, rolling his eyes at you "You're too young for me, Y/N, it's wrong for us to be seeing each other like this -"

You clenched your fists "So what the fuck are we doing then?" you snapped back "You told me you missed me, that you had feelings for me, you wanted me to stay the night after we had sex, and now you don't want to be with me?"

"I'm allowed to express what I want, Y/N."

You scoffed "I know that Fred, but you're leading me on..." the lump in your throat expanded in size, realising what you had just said, "How dare you, Fred Weasley!"

You stormed away from Fred, inching closer and closer to the house.

"I'm not leading you on, Y/N!" Fred muttered, following behind.

You stopped in your tracks, turning to face him "So what is it, then?"

Fred didn't answer.

Molly eager to meet you and see her son became impatient, walking over to the window she spotted the two of you, anger and hurt spread across your faces, the two of you arguing, pointing fingers and shaking your heads.

George noticed his mother withdrawing from the conversation, he slowly approached her and before he could ask what was wrong, he too noticed you and Fred arguing, you crying and Fred standing there, breaking your heart piece by piece.

"I warned him," George grumbled, starting to sweat in his Christmas jumper.

Molly turned around to face him, "what are you talking about, George?"

"Nothing," he sighed "Let's set the table..."

Your cold cheeks felt warm stripes of tears roll down, stripping away your mascara and powder, "Do you want to be with me or what?" you demanded.

Fred swallowed the lump of his own, his palms itching, he knew what he wanted - you - but he also remembered what his brother told him, and the guilt was eating him alive.

"Y/N, we can't-"

"Then never talk to me again," you hissed "I refuse to be used for a shag!"

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Checkered Skirt

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 1330 words

Warning: Sub!Hendery, Dom!Reader, Spanking, Cross-dressing, Use of pet names, Oral sex (male receiving), Pegging, Overstimulation, Sexting at work, Hendery is whiny and horny

A/N: This fic is based on an ask as well as this pic (tho slightly altered). Originally planned to make this a brief drabble but I went overboard again, anyways I hope sub!Hendery feeds the lust of the sub!idol community and mine. 

  When is Mistress coming home to take care of her needy pup’s problems?🐶

  A message from Hendery popped up on your phone screen while you are still bombarded by tedious paperwork you just want to rip through, exactly like how much you want to rip off your boyfriend’s clothes, and his whiny messages certainly aren’t helping.

  Be back in half an hour. Stay put. You warn

  😣😣😣. Came Hendery’s immediate reply. How about this?

  A sinful photo then leaps into your screen, in which Hendery posed in front of the mirror in his black leather collar with “Y/N’s pup” inscribed on it, and he is dressed up in a dark checkered shirt with a matching mini skirt barely covering his crotch, not to mention his hard-on. A pair of black knee-highs accentuated his lean figure wickedly perfectly, and the fact that he is kneeling on the around with his slender legs spread wide open, his hand around his clothed shaft, just fuels your frustration even more.

  Fuck you. You reply, irritated by the provoking sight.

  Language 😜. You feel as if you can hear his mischievous laugh even you are a screen apart. You always disciplined me for this, so why are you breaking your own rule?

  I follow no fucking rules in my house, pet. You sharply retort. But you’re right, you’re so getting properly disciplined again for this. You’d better be in your position once I am home. Understand?

  You then ignore his message affirming your order since you are in fervent need of getting your work done as quickly as possible now, and you swear your fingers have never worked this hastily on your keyboard before. Soon you find a shortcut to complete your workload, and in no time you are at your doorstep, satisfied by the sight in front of you.

  Hendery is on his hands and knees, his barely clad butt poking out as he’s gazing up at you with a naughty glint in those large piercing eyes, as well as a paddle between his grinning lips, his cock glistening with need.

  “Well, well, well.” You crouch down to his level. “Whose pretty puppy is this hmm?” You coo as you take the paddle out of his mouth, grazing his jawline with it.

  Before he can respond, you give a harsh yank on his hair, taking no time to force him up, dragging him to bedside table and quickly bending him over, before securing his torso onto it.

  “You don’t whore up while I am at work.” You hiss into his ear before landing a smack on his skirt-covered flesh with the paddle, the fabric buffering the sensation before he gets the taste of the real deal you’re up to, teasing his senses as well.

  “You don’t talk back to me like you know better than I do.” You chastise in between rough fervent spanks. “Last, “ You lift up his skirt, toying with the hem while caressing his freshly beaten flesh. “your Mistress follows no rules since I am just superior by nature, get it, slut?”

  “Ow-! Y-yes, Mistress-ah!” Hendery’s reply is interrupted by another sharp smack plus a lick on his buttock, as you proceed to suck and nibble on the supple flesh as if you’re enjoying your favorite meal, while your boyfriend is already a moaning squirming mess at the humiliating yet intimate feeling.

  “Mistress hnnnghh you feel so good…ahh...”  

  “Really?” You breath on the back of his cock. “But do puppy whores like you deserve to feel good hmm?” You inquire before lashing out with your paddle again.

  “Ah-no! Ahhhhh...I don’t deserve...ahhhhhh!” 

  “Care to explain why you don’t deserve to be pleasured?” You purr while caressing his hot skin, pinching his inner thigh from time to time, earning grunts from your sensitive boyfriend.

  “B-because I...I’ve been so bad…”

  “Bad is an understatement.”

  “Hahh...cuz I’ve been a horny pup wanking in heat...mmmm” His voice trails off into incoherent noises once you muffle him with a deep kiss, your palm lightly and sensually spanking him as he erotically moans along with each slap.

  “Such a depraved little pup…” You lovingly peck him before untying him and flipping him over on the table. “I’m gonna destroy you until those pretty doggy eyes of yours are all glossy and hazy...crying out to your Mistress for mercy…”

  “Destroy me then. Mistress.”

  You then bend down to moisten his shaft with your tongue, with your fingers busy lubricating his entrance before gradually adding them to stretch him. Hendery’s mesmerized, moaning loudly as he’s both serviced and humiliatingly intruded.

  When you finally reach up to unbutton his shirt, he attempted to take off his skirt. “No, keep that on, I prefer you partially nude, looking so disheveled and vitiated…” You continue as you exposed his nipples, planting sloppy kisses on them with one hand caressing the region still covered by the skirt, toying and pulling with the fabric, while the other hand is still busy fucking him deep and slow.

  Soon you are fully equipped with your strap, driving deep into his prostate with your free hand tangled in his silky strands, pounding into him hard and fast. 

  “F-ffuck puppy harder pleeaase…” Hendery pants as he pleads, fueling your pent-up lust even more as you pick up your pace, causing him to moan out even more lewdly. When he’s closer and closer to his peak, not only did he clench tighter against your ruthless cock, but also his sock-clad legs are wrapped closely around you, the smooth fabric turning you on as you can’t help but compliment how pretty he looks right now.

  “Such a beautiful fucked-out pup…” You lock your gaze with his, watching his expressions that are overwhelmed by extreme pleasure, before diving in for another round of wet sloppy kisses again. Sounds of contacting lips and entwining hips are interspersed by a few smacks on his ass, driving both of you insane and nearing your edge.

  Shoots of hot white liquid are followed by a series of broken cries, but you still relentlessly drill into him like a hungry beast ravishing its first ever meal in days. Hendery’s teary but also surprised gaze locks into yours, yet he can do nothing but indulge in the building pleasure over and over again as he cums twice in the next few minutes.

  “Please...please Mistress I can’t take it anymore...you are too good…”

  “I thought that’s what my filthy pup wanted hmm? Getting its insatiable needs completely filled…” You say as you wickedly pump his now ultra-sensitive dick.

  “Ahh-no! Please Mistress I-I am s-sorry for... riling you up earlier pleeaasee…stoppp” Hendery’s pain is evident in his struggle with words.

  “Really? Isn’t it my puppy who begged me to destroy him?”

  “Y-yes I was a s-slutty pup...but now Mistress please spare me I can’t take no more…” Hendery begs with tears that threaten to fall

  Satisfied with his realization of his proper place, you release your grip on his cock and replace it with soft, reassuring kisses all over his body, before wiping away the excess fluids on his belly as well as his tears, then you go on to remove his cum-stained clothing.

  “This is a reminder that you should never wear skirts again unless you want it wild and rough just like today…” You smirk as you present the dirtied spots on the checkered skirt to him.

  “You’re such an insufferable pervert.”

  “Look who’s talking!” You fail to hide your triumph behind your feigned indignation in your tone, before ditching those clothings in the laundry bin and returning to cuddle with Hendery back on the bed.

  Though there is total silence between you, your now tired boy’s arm is wrapped around your waist the whole time before he finally drifts off to sleep, leaving you mesmerised in thoughts of how lucky you are to have a man that is so compatible with you as your boyfriend.