#ig I'll find out tonight

[forsworned]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀˗ˏˋfailed mission bluesˎˊ˗

꒰ঌa/n໒꒱ this fic was inspired by @ragingbookdragon bc holy shit they are absolutely talented and their writing style and the way they pick out little moments here and there in a chaptered fic kind of way but not quite? just a very casual yet perfect way to write idk if that makes any sense but anyways i just wanted to get out of my writers block and write this

꒰warning(s) ig suggested poly relationship???꒱

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀˗ˏˋrequests are openˎˊ˗

Nobody had anticipated today's events. The mission was a failure. Rare, but it did happen every so often when communications went interrupted, information was falsified and one slip up from one person caused a domino effect. Still, no one was at fault.

"It was bad intel, mate." Kyle softly says to Johnny.

Johnny merely stares at his scotch that had been downed a few moments ago, the ice clattered and seeped at the bottom of the glass.

"I know." He lets out a sharp exhale from his nose.

Price glances over at Johnny before making eye contact with the bartender. "Any chance of a drink sometime this week?"

The bartender chuckled at the playful jab. "Aye, 'll be ready by tomorrow night."

The bartender came over to serve a bottle Stillman's to Price, but he tilted his head in Johnny's direction and the bartender picked up the signal. Johnny's eyes flickered up for a moment and the bartender gives him a kind smile. "On th'house."

The corners of the Scot curl up into a half smile. "Ahh, thanks mate." He murmured. His mind was flooded with distracting thoughts as he watched his glass being filled. He nodded at the bartender and then caught the gaze of Simon, not quite leering, more analyzing than anything but still scrutinizing if only a bit.

Johnny turned away and lifted the glass to his lips. The fiery liquid gave a pleasant burn in his chest. It was quiet save for the sound of Irene Kral crooning over the speakers and the soft pattering of rain against the glass. The bells at the bar entrance rang and the squelching of shoes against the hardwood floors made their ears perk up.

"Hey." She beamed at them, a little glint of light on the gloomy day. Her clothes are drenched as she removed the hood of her rain jacket. Lips glossed, skin dewy and her eyes shining under the dim light. The light frangrance of rosejam and vanilla permeated the air that she stood in.

"Lil late to the party, don't y'think, lass?" Kyle's smooth voice lightened the mood, as if her presence hadn't made them find oxygen once again.

She chuckled. "Yeah, sorry, was--"

"Feedin' that damn cat again, weren't ya?" Simon piped up as he sipped at his scotch and casted a quick glance her.

Her grin grew. "Oh don't be such a--"

He put his hand up to stop her. "'m not drunk enough for this conversation yet."

That earns a laugh from everyone. An impish quip from Simon was nothing that they were a stranger to, although, it happened more often than not when she was around. The mood lifted once more as Price grabbed a barstool and dragged it between him and Simon.

"Hava seat, duck." Price licked his lips as he sipped at his drink and he peered over at the bartender once more as he raised a finger at him.

She smiled at the bartender and waved her hand around and shook her head. "No drink for me tonight, Archie."

Archie raised his brows at her. "The missus doesn't want a drink, t'night?"

"Expectin' a wee one soon." Price larked with a grin as he patted her playfully over her womb.

She laughed and swatted his hand, peering up at Archie. "Not a chance. I'm not in the mood is all."

Archie nodded and went to tend to other patrons that entered the pub. There was a small moment of silence as she huffed a bit and set her bag on the bar. She unzipped her jacket and a pair of hands were on her shoulders.

"I'll take it." Johnny's voice was subdued as he peeled it off her form. She thanked him with a smile and he may have melted at the way she looked up at him with those eyes. He padded over to the other side of the room where the coat hanger was at.

"Taking it a bit hard?" she murmured to Price and Kyle and they gave nods and half smiles.

"Poor thing." She said as Archie brought over a ginger beer, popping open the cap and she laughed. "Thanks."

Another silence as Johnny joined them again. It was a numbing feeling. The feeling of something so grandiose slipping right through your fingers.

Her jaw ticked in annoyance. The sound of molars gritting hard against each other was loud as they glanced over at her. "We were right there."

Johnny hung his head.

"Not your fault, y'know." She fiddled with the cap that was left behind as she sipped at her bottle.

"It's not, Johnny." Simon agreed.

That struck a cord in him. His hand tightened around the glass and he felt a baseball sized lump gathering up in his throat. He decided on keeping his mouth clamped shut.

"Jus' glad you're alive, mate." Kyle clapped the Scot's shoulder.

"Otherwise we'd have to kill ya ourselves." Price chirped up. Another wave of laughter. A small smile adorning Simon's lips as he took another sip of his scotch. The solemn mood overcoming all of them once more as they sat there in silence. Indeed there was nothing they could've done, but the deadened feeling of a failed mission was unmatched.

[charrlote365]

Pumping Gym

Reference Idol: fromis_9 LEE CHAEYOUNG Word Count: 7.160

Tags: Romance, gym, Kpop idol, fromis_9, Lee Chaeyoung

I woke up with the cold touch of the gym floor against my cheek, the imaginary echo of repeated clanking steel dumbbells still ringing in my head. I saw my watch and It's 4 AM now like wtf. "Where is everyone?" "How did I end up lying on the empty gym's floor, naked??". Shit now I remember.

It was our anniversary, and Chaeyoung and I had rented out the entire gym for a private workout celebration. Like it's literally just both us. Nobody else there. I know it sounds weird to celebrate anniversary in a gym but she really loves workout and since its part of her daily routines, there's nothing out of ordinary for the medias to find out our relationship. It's friggin hard to keep our relationship from those dispatch rats. I walked into the gym, ready for our routine workout session. There she was, Chaeyoung, my dearest girlfriend, her body is so fit, her shoulder is wide and filled with muscle. She looks as if she could punch the punching bag into oblivion in one punch. Her usually bright eyes were stormy, and she seemed to be in her own world for the warming up, with her headphones on.

Confused by her cold shoulder on our special day, I tried to match her pace on the stair climber, but she sped up, so I gave up. I realized that she left her phone on the bench, so out of boredom I took it and secretly took a picture of her from behind and posted her sexy buttocks on her IG story. "Oh my gosh, she's gonna kill me for this". She kept on going with the climber. Her butts were moving up and down, my gawd if there's anything I wanted to do was to shove my face into that crack and sniff out her soul out of it. It must have felt great, I thought while losing myself looking at those bouncy heaven.

Not a minute later. Drenched in sweat, she stopped using the equipment and walked to me. She then suddenly grabbed my head with both hands like it was a watermelon on a flash sales and kissed my lips. She stopped for a while and we looked at each other, she's so cute with that begging face of her so I kissed her back, my tongue running over her lips, my hand traveling on her tight gym pants, they're so tight like its part of her skin. my lips brushed her sweaty neck finding a sweet spot "mmrh~" she started making weird sound and she suddenly whispered to my ear, "I'm sorry for being cold today but i'm so horny since this morning, it's so frustrating, so tonight, I'll squeeze you dry until I'm satisfied". "Now, just take them off~" she sighed as I bit her neck. I put my hand into her pants. "Don't rush into it" she whispered, she grabbed my hand and put it on her breast. Her breasts aren't really big, maybe around C cup, but they're super bouncy and heavy, must be because of all of the workouts she's been doing. I slipped off my shirt, throwing it to the side. I leaned forward, kissing her breast through her bra, my hands worked it's way up, slowly pulling her bra up.

My lips teased her breast, biting as she moaned "mmmh~". My hands trailed down her hips, into the pants, going right to her underwear. But wait! there's nothing there. where is the underwear??? "Hmm someone not wearing panties today", I said to slightly teasing her. My hands ran over her thigh, then went back to her big buttocks, pushing on her soft cheeks. "omhh~" she moans. Carefully, I put off all of her clothes, her gym pants, her clothes, bra and everything else. Now naked, I sat down on a chair while she sat on my lap, putting her hands on my shoulder.I ran my hands rubbing and sucking her breasts, then my lips trailing her body. breast, stomach, neck, and feeling the softness of her thighs making me fell deeper into the extacy.

Her pussy is so wet now, the love juice pouring onto my thighs like honey. She stood up so I moved my fingers down. Inserting them into her hole, Two fingers. "Shibaal~" she moaned, as my fingers curled inside of her. She moved her hips down, pushing my fingers deeper into her pussy. my pace quickened as I inserted a third finger. Her walls were closing around them, Her hands pulled my hair causing my head to throb. I did not stop, I kept going, and faster and even faster, her pussy walls continued tightening as her body suddenly shook. She came as more of her pussy juice poured onto the floor like a waterfall. I removed my fingers and licked em to taste her juice. Kinda tasted sour but I liked the yoghurt taste anyways. Now it's time for the main event. We found a gym matress lying on the floor so I lie down on it, with my d1ck standing up hard rock like a flag pole on the moon erected by Neil Armstrong. I'm waiting for her to stab it into her pussy. She squatted down slowly onto my dick. My dick was curving inside her walls, I could feel her warmth, liquid and pussy walls engulfing my dick like it's sucking a lolipop. She moaned loudly and started moving quickly. My balls slapped against her pussy lips as I felt my toes began to curl, "oh my fucking gawd!" I whined loud as her hands were playing on my nipples, she pounded deeper into my body. But then, she suddenly stopped. "Wait, what's happening? don't stop please! I haven't come yet", I begged her. "She then made a grin on her face and took 2 friggin pieces of 10 kg dumbbells. She jammed her pussy back into my dick while carrying 2 10kg dumbbells in her hands. "Can't miss my gym session just because of you, babe". Fuck, since the dumbells were so heavy her pussy jammed even deeper into me like in extra 5 cm deeper. I could even feel her cervix gate bumping on the tip of my dick. I thought the two of us would become as one if she tried to go any deeper. My body tensed up and "Chaeyoung ahhh~ sarang hae!!" I moaned loudly as I came, I felt my vision got blurry as my body got loose. Chaeyoung, who hasn't come yet ignored my moans and kept continuing to jam my dick into her cervix. She was smiling and enjoying her time while lifting the 2 dumbbells, making steel clacking sound as she's bumping her pussy deeper and harder into me. It's so deep that now the tip of my dick was being strangled by her cervix neck. "ffuckkk Chaeyoung ahh~ my dick is still so sensitive, please stopp!!" I yelled. She still didn't listen, I kept begging her to stop as I started losing consciousness and finally, fainted. Although I fainted, for fcking sure, I think she was still using my fainted body as her private dildo until I released cement into her stomach for another 5 rounds by the look of how much of my sperm was on the matress when I woke up.

"Ping", my phone suddenly rang. There's a message from Chaeyoung. She sent a photo of her topless with a message "I'm sorry for the mess last night, It seemed that I enjoyed myself too much. ㅋㅋㅋ. I was going to wake you up after I finished but I realized that I was almost late for my solo flight to Bali today at 5 AM so I just left you there. Hopefully you didnt catch a cold. See you again after I come back to Korea, baby. - xoxo, Chaeyoung." Damn it, I felt like I was pranked. I wanted to have revenge on her for making me fainted last night. Yeah right, let's follow her to Bali and surprise her with a sudden rough sex. Muehehe. -End.

[starsval]

wonderland

remus lupin x reader

summary: you and remus find wonderland, or, you fall in love, even if it's not perfect.

word count: 7,7k

warnings: remus has a mullet because i said so, kissing, mentions of s*x lol, like, it happened, reader is pureblood so the cruciatus curse ig, punching, remus being mean, reader gets called a b*tch, lower case intended, no use of y/n

a/n: this took forever and i don't even think i like it, but still, thanks to @myriadmoons and @aastonishment for helping me writing this, love u<3

btw idk why i called this wonderland, it was originally called dancing with our hands tied but i didn't end up writing someone that fit, and for some reason there were lyrics of wonderland on the top of the document since i've been writing it so yeah

"how's my favourite girl doing?" sirius talks as he puts an arm over your shoulders, just as james takes the book out of your hands. 

"sirius black and james potter talking to me when we're not at a pureblood party? what's happening?"

"don't be mean, you know we love you" james replies, putting the book behind his back, so you wouldn't be able to get it even if sirius let you go. 

"we realised we rarely talk to you, which is sad because you're one of the only pureblood people we actually like" sirius then lets you go to play with your hair as he talks. 

"so, we wanted to invite you to the party we're throwing tonight, at the gryffindor common room" james says, but he quickly looks behind you and his friend. 

"you invite me to a party, so we can talk?" you ask, taking advantage of james' sudden distraction when regulus walks past to take your book back. 

"yes, we want to get to know you" sirius is the one who talks now, unaware of the reason his friend suddenly stopped talking

"okay, i'll see you there" you tell them, walking away. 

"what? really? was it that easy?" sirius asks, shocked. 

"yes, i'll see you there, bye" 

‧₊˚ 🌕⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

"they don't know that you always go to the parties?" lily asks as she puts on her earrings, looking on your mirror. 

"i tend to hide from them" you tell them from your bed. 

"why?" she questions, you shrug, unable to give her an answer.

‧₊˚ 🌕⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

"so, what's your type?" sirius finds you while you were choosing something to drink. 

"what?" you ask him, accepting the drink he recommends you. 

"what kind of person do you like, men, women, tall, short?"

"tall skinny men with messy mullets, when it looks like they'll break if you breathe too hard on them?" sirius' eyes seem to light up with your answer. 

‧₊˚ 🌕⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

"she's just like you, she likes books and stuff, i swear you'll like her" sirius insists, following remus through the hall, heading to the library. 

"books and stuff? that's all you know about me?"

"i'm telling you i found your soulmate and you care about that?"

"yes."

‧₊˚ 🌕⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

you were in the library, focused on your book when three people sat on your table. you look up to find sirius, james and who you know is called remus, maybe your eyes focus on the last one for a bit when sirius talks. 

"we need help" he says, pulling out a book. 

"what?" you ask, uninterested in anything they have to say. 

"we need help, you're like the smartest person we know" this time james is the one who talks. 

"and why would i help you?" 

"because you're a good person?" you don't change your expression "and we'll buy you chocolate the next time we go to hogsmeade"

"help with what?" this time, the boy that caught your eye talks. 

"we need to learn how to do this charm" he points to the book, and maybe you look at his hand before reading the words he's pointing to. you also notice how sirius and james smile when remus talks. 

"why would you need to know how to turn someone's clothes pink, permanently?" you ask, they all look at each other before looking at you. you sigh "why would i know how to do this?" 

"i'd quite fall in love with you if you did" sirius talks. "but you're smart, you'll be able to learn it" you start packing your things. "is that a yes?"

"what do i win?" you ask, already standing. 

"chocolate" you start to walk away, leaving the book there. "we'll give you alcohol at the next pureblood party" you smile before grabbing the book. 

"i'll tell you as soon as i get it"

they all hear you say goodbye to peter before he sits. 

"why did she talk to you?" james asks. 

"we're friends?" peter explains, getting started with his homework. 

"soooo… do you like her?" sirius asks remus, who just rolls his eyes before getting up. 

‧₊˚ 🌕⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

the next time he sees you, you're walking to him, who's reading at the library. you put the book with the charm before him, and quickly sit besides him. 

"i know how to do the charm… " you wait for him to introduce himself. 

"remus, remus lupin" he answers, putting his book aside. 

"remus, right" you talk, like you didn't know his name before. 

you explain how to do it, and after he gets the theory right, all there's left to do is practise it. 

"i'll do one of his socks and you'll do the other one" you point at snape, who has glared at you since you've been here. 

"i didn't expect you to be like this" remus says, smiling, before slowly pulling out his wand. 

"what did you expect?" 

"i don't know, sirius and james don't usually talk about you"

"i wonder why" you smile, before quietly charming one of snape's socks, turning it bright pink. "your turn"

remus copies your actions, successfully turning snape's left sock pink. you look at each other, quietly laughing, and quickly pack your things so you can walk out before he notices. 

you walk next to him in the hallway, though neither of you know where you're going. 

"what do you need the charm for?" you ask him. 

"we're pranking someone" he explains. 

"should i be scared?" you question and he chuckles. 

"no, your clothes will be safe"

‧₊˚ 🌕⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

the next time you talk, he's the one who approaches you. 

"can i sit here?" he points at the chair next to you "i want to study but they're being to loud" you nod, and you talk as he sits. 

"why don't you do a silent charm on them?" he chuckles. 

"they'll find a way to be even louder" 

and that's how it starts, neither of you know why, but since then, we you enter the library, you immediately look for each other. 

‧₊˚ 🌕⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

"you're the one who did that research on werewolves aren't you? teachers don't stop talking about how good it is" some guy asks you as he stands in front of you, the table in between you two. 

"yes" he was one of those pureblood guys, who only cared about their status. 

"you didn't talk about them being bad people" you stare at him, trying to find out why he's telling you that. "i just thought you'd like someone to tell you about your mistake"

"it's not a mistake, they aren't bad people" you tell him. 

"well, then you're wrong, they're obviously bad" he rolls his eyes, like it's obvious that he's right. 

"did you just come here to talk shit about werewolves?" you focus on your homework, mentally aiming in case you have to throw something at him. 

"no, i came here to see if you were a respectable pureblood, but let me guess, you fight for elves' rights too?" he seems upset with you, but he doesn't leave, instead, he looks at you like a challenge. 

"what, you want me to join your cause too and fight for arseholes' rights? maybe we should put your face on the banner so they know how one looks" you smile sarcastically at him. 

"what is wrong with you? i just wanted to let you know that werewolves are bad and you're being a bitch" he seems actually upset, his superior grin gone now. 

"oh, so you were looking out for me? what would I do without people minding my business? now just shut up and maybe look into your prejudices instead of my life" you stop looking at him. 

"how can you think that they aren't bad? i thought you were smart" now he seems offended that you aren't like he imagined, but maybe he thinks that he can change you, because he smiles again. 

"sorry to disappoint you. and, something can be dangerous but good at the same time, just because they have claws doesn't mean they'd stab you, but maybe a girl who’s been bothered by you will" you say, as his eyes go to the pen on your hands.

“did you just threaten me?” he has the audacity to look offended as he talks.

“i don’t know, did i? a bitch like me wouldn’t know” you smile, faking innocence.

"you’re fucking crazy” he mutters as he turns around.

when he leaves -not before insulting you again-, neither of you notice a certain tall guy, with scars on his face and a knitted sweater standing around a bookcase, listening to all the conversation.

‧₊˚ 🌕⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

you don’t know how, but james and sirius convinced you to hang out with the marauders, maybe the mention of some boy with honey eyes and a mullet, but still. you find yourself on the gryffindor common room, listening to them as they tell you about their best pranks.

and remus must’ve sensed that you’re cold, because the next thing you know is that hes handing you his sweater.

“what?” you ask him

"you're cold" he shrugs. 

"but, what about you?" you question, not taking the sweater. 

"i'm fine, just put in on love" you obey, thanking him before looking back at james and peter, acting as you're not noticing sirius' smile. 

when you finally get up to go back to your room, while peter, james and sirius are too distracted talking to frank, you take of the sweater and hand it to remus. 

"what?" he asks, frowning. 

"it's yours" 

"you can give it to me other day"

"but i won't need it"

"love, just let me have an excuse to talk to you" he tells you, and you stop for a moment before answering, not believing him. 

"you don't need an excuse to talk to me" he smiles. 

"keep it anyway" 

"if you insist" he kisses your cheek goodbye, and that night you're only thinking about him. 

‧₊˚ 🌕⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

"please just this once" james asks, and it looks like he's actually going to beg you to help them. 

"i don't have time for pranks" you walk away, and the four marauders immediately follow you. 

"you just need to distract him" sirius talks, walking to stand in front of you. 

"and why would i do that?" you ask, going around him. 

"because you appreciate our friendship?" this time is peter who talks, and you actually think about it for a second. 

"i don't-" before you can finish, remus intervenes. 

"love, just this once, okay? then we won't bother you" and you know it's not true, that they will bother you. but every doubt you had disappeared as soon as he talked. so you nod. 

"where is he?" 

and that's how you find yourself talking to binns, asking him about his class, solving questions you never had. 

then you see remus walking towards you, looking so innocent, and you keep nodding at binns, like you're so interested in what he's saying. 

when he turns around due to the sound of an explosion that you definitely had no idea about, remus walks next to you, grabbing your hand, and suddenly you're running down the hallway next to him. 

‧₊˚ 🌕⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

remus’ face is so close to yours that your noses are practically touching as you giggle.

“why are we hiding?” you ask, a smile not leaving your face and his hand not letting go of yours.

“because, certain friends of ours are bothering me" he closes his eyes, his forehead on yours as he talks. 

"what if they're not bothering me?" you joke, sarcasm in your tone. 

"oh, so you're saying I dragged you into this cupboard?" he pulls away, his hand on his chest as he acts offended. 

"yes, i didn't expect this behaviour from you, lupin" he rolls his eyes at the mention of his last name, as you laugh. 

"then leave" he challenges, but his hand doesn't let go of yours. 

"ok" you say, but you don't move.

when you walk out of the cupboard, both of you hear people talking. 

"do you think they're dating?"

‧₊˚ 🌕⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

you're just peacefully lying on your bed, reading a book remus had lent you when someone opens your door. you assume it's one of your roommates when that someone approaches you, grabs the book from your hands, and turns you so you're on your back. just to lie on top of you. 

"hi" you say, not sure what to do when he puts his head on your chest and closes his eyes. 

"hi love" he replies. and after a while he lifts his head, grabs your hand and puts it on his hair. 

"what are you doing?" you question him. 

"touch my hair" he demands, and you don't, just to mess with him. 

"what if i don't want to?" you smile, and he groans. 

then, when he notices that you're being serious, he puts his head up once again, this time to glare at you. 

he repeats his actions and puts your hand on his hair, and closes his eyes again. 

"don't move"

‧₊˚ 🌕⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

"what did you do?" you ask remus as he sits in your bed. 

"they were talking shit" he says as you go to the bathroom to look for the first aid kit you keep in there. 

"you got into a fight because they were talking shit?" you stand in front of him, in between his legs. 

he doesn't answer, instead, he winces when you start cleaning his face. 

"remus?" you insist, waiting for an answer 

"yes?" he acts oblivious, though it doesn't last much, as you start cleaning his face again, you mutter a quiet sorry before talking again. 

"why the fuck did you get into a fight?"

"they were talking sh-" you glare at him. 

"lupin"

"last name basis?" he tries to smile at you, but you turn his face to the side so you can look at the bruise forming on his cheek. 

"yes, answer" he sighs before talking. 

"i told you, they were talking shit" you keep glaring at him until he talks again "they were talking shit about you"

you stop moving for a second, processing the information. 

"you got into a fight because they were talking shit about me?"

"yes" he stares at you, waiting for a reaction. 

"are you fucking stupid?"

"maybe that wasn't the reaction i expected" he mutters to himself. 

"you are actually stupid" you don't talk again, you just focus on cleaning his face, which means he has a lot of time to talk. 

"what did you want me to do? i just couldn't stand there as he was saying how you were a bitch and shit like that" he groans when you don't answer "i warned them, i said that if they didn't stop i'd punch them"

"oh, you warned them, how nice" you reply, sarcastically. 

"don't be mad at me, please" he wraps his arms around your legs, and puts his head on your stomach. 

"what do you want me to do?" you put your hand on his hair. 

"i don't care, just don't be mad at me"

"oh, so i should just congratulate you? thank you so much remus for defending me, should i kiss you to show my gratitude?" 

"you could kiss me, not because of that, but you could" you don't even acknowledge him as you walk to the bathroom to throw away everything you used to clean his face. 

when you come back, he's in front of you, touching your cheek as he talks. 

"you're not gonna say anything?" he asks, as you try your best to not look away from his eyes. 

"about what?" he chuckles, but doesn't move his hand away from your face. 

"about the fact that i said that you could kiss me" you fail your goal, because your eyes immediately go to his lips. and of course, he notices. 

"what do you want me to say?" you ask, rolling your eyes at his smirk. 

"i think the question is what i want you to do"

"you just got into a fight" you remind him. 

"just because you're mad doesn't mean you can't kiss me"

"i know"

and you really know, so you kiss him. and it starts as a sweet kiss, slow, just to prove that it's real. but then one of his hands goes to the back of your neck and the other cups your jaw. 

your hands go to the back of his neck, finding balance when he pulls you closer to him.

you pull away for a second, breathing heavily as you look at each other's eyes. 

"we shouldn't do this" you remind him. 

"i know" he says, slowly walking so you have to walk back. 

"i'm still mad at you" you tell him, sitting in your bed, looking up at him. 

"i got into a fight because of you and you say that?" he smirks, pushing you so you have no choice but to lie down. 

one of his knees rests in between your legs, his hands on both sides of your head. your hands go to the back of his neck again. 

"you wound me" he tells you, before kissing your neck. 

‧₊˚ 🌕⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

you had plans today, it was friday and you had no classes after lunch, so you were gonna start getting ready and maybe drinking with the girls before going to the party the gryffindor were hosting. 

but those plans got a bit ruined when you got a letter from your family during lunch, which usually meant bad news. 

you don't really remember a lot from the letter, all you know is that you had two choices: marrying barty or getting disowned. 

after reading the letter, all you can do is put it in your pocket and try to stop the tears coming from your eyes. you don't even look at your friends or at the food that remus put on your plate. instead, you think about the words you just read. 

"i have to go" you suddenly get up, grab your things and walk away, not noticing the concerned looks on your friends faces, especially on remus'. 

they all stare at you as you walk out the great hall.

you find an empty hall and sit in one of the windows, finally letting out the tears. you don't long how long you stay like that, but suddenly someone walks next to you. 

"hey, hey, it's okay, it's okay" all you notice are the tears running down your face, and remus' arms around you. as he holds you and tells you that everything is fine. 

once you calm down, he waits a bit to ask

"what happened? do you wanna talk about it?" he asks, and you don't even look at him, not wanting to see the worry in his eyes. 

"no, it's okay" he seems disappointed with your answer, but doesn't stop rubbing your back "thank you" 

"it's nothing" he tries to find something to say, something to comfort you, but before he can even think of anything, you get up. 

"you're going to the party, right?" you look at him, drying your tears. 

"are you gonna go?" he asks, frowning. 

"yes" he seems a bit surprised, because now you're smiling. 

"then yes" you smile even more at his answer. 

"i'll see you there" you give him a quick peck on his cheek before walking away. 

‧₊˚ 🌕⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

the next time remus sees you, you're dancing, lily and marlene next to you.

he stands away for a bit, not in the mood to dance, but when he sees you're gonna refill your cup for the fifth time since he has been there. he decides to approach you. 

"hi" he says, standing next to you.

"hi remus" you smile at him, drinking from your now full cup. 

"how many of those have you had?" he asks. 

"i don't know, seven, maybe eight? who cares" you tell him, holding his hand and dragging him to the dance floor, but he quickly redirects you to one of the sofas. 

"i do, you're gonna pass out if you keep drinking" he says as he tries to get the cup from your hand, but you quickly move your hand away and frown. 

"i'll be okay"

"no you won't"

"i'm not even that drunk"

"you saw sirius and called him reggie" you smile, remembering the horrified look in sirius' eyes. 

"they look alike" you shrug.

"you should stop drinking"

"i'll be okay" he tries to reply, tries to tell you that maybe you won't, but you get up, and before he can even stand up, you get lost among the people. 

the next time he sees you, you're on the couch, head in your hands as you try to stop the tears from your eyes. 

remus sits next to you. a hand on you back as he leans to see your face. 

"are you drunk?" you nod "do you want to go to sleep" you nod, so he gets up and holds your hand, making your way through the crowd. 

once you reach the hall, he doesn't let go of your hand. he notices that something's wrong, he notices that you haven't complained to sirius about being in a pureblood family, like you do each time you receive a letter from them. he notices that you're trying not to cry. he notices that you're barely holding his hand, maybe it's because you're drunk or you're too sad to. 

and he wants to say something, he wants to help. but he decides to wait until you're in your room. he helps you get your makeup off and change into your pjs. he's folding your clothes while you're sitting on the side of your bed when he hears smalls sobs. 

he immediately sits next to you, drying your tears. 

"it's okay, everything will be alright" he hugs you, mentally cursing when you shake your head. 

"you don't get it" you tell him, in between sobs. 

"then explain it to me" he says, wondering if it's the same thing as what happened at lunch. 

"i can't" you sigh, pulling away from him as you dry your tears. 

"yes you can, i want to help you" his hands go to your face, holding you. 

"you can't-" you insist, putting your hands over his. 

"please let me help"

"remus-"

"i don't care if it's hard, i want to help" he insists, staring at your eyes. 

"let's sleep" he knows better than to insist more, so he just lets you sleep. 

when you wake up, you don't talk, you just walk with him to breakfast, and when you're finished, you walk away, not letting him know where you're going. 

‧₊˚ 🌕⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

"i don't know what's happening in between us, but-" you look away from his eyes "i can't do this"

"what?" he asks, praying that he's dreaming, or that it's a bad joke, praying that you're not breaking up with him, even if you're not together. 

"what did i do? what happened?" he tries to find your gaze. 

"you didn't do anything, i just can't" i have to marry someone else. 

"let me fix it, whatever i did, let me fix it, you can hate me but don't go away" 

"i'll probably leave school as soon as i can" you admit, you don't even know why, you just don't want to disappear without explanations. 

"what? no, you can't leave" he panics, he looks around trying to find someone laughing at him. he doesn't. 

"i'm sorry" you talk, unable to look at his eyes. 

"don't, please, don't apologise" he says, grabbing your hands, in case you want to run away. 

"i'm so sorry" you repeat. 

"you don't have to do that" he insists, because he doesn't want to lose you. 

"i don't want to hurt you" you tell him, thinking about the letter your parents just sent you, thinking about your future, which is already decided, not by the stars, but by your family. 

"then stay, stay here, with me" he pulls your hands, so your bodies are closer. 

"you know i can't" you lament, even though he doesn't know that much. 

"yes you can, you just have to try" he suddenly lets your hands go, taking a step away from you. and you try to get mad at him, but you can't, not when he's looking that hurt, hurt by you. 

"remus-" you try to get him to listen, maybe if he gives you a chance, you'll show the letter to him, you'll explain everything to him. how you have no choice but to listen to your parents. 

"are you even sorry? you don't seem to have tried to stay" you know he doesn't mean it, he knows he doesn't mean it. but it's better that way, it'll be easier if he's mad at you. so you don't answer. you just stare at him.

"you're not gonna answer?" he asks, tears on the corner of both of your eyes. "i thought you liked me" you swear you can feel your heart break as the words leave his mouth. 

"i do-" he cuts you off. 

"then why don't you stay? is it just a game to you? you wanted to play with me?" he keeps talking, he tries to stop, he wants to, but the hurt in his heart makes him keep going. 

"i didn't, remus, it's not that easy" you tell him, begging him to understand. 

"i never said i wanted things to be easy. especially not with you" he fights the urge to walk away, thinking that maybe there's a chance that you'll change your mind. 

"i don't want to hurt you" you repeat, maybe more to remind you than to him. 

"you're already hurting me" 

"you have to understand"

"when you defended werewolves from that guy you already knew i was one didn't you? maybe he was right and you're a bitch after all, did you tell him that just to shag me?" he doesn't even blink as he talks, pretending he's not mad at himself right now, even more than with you. 

"you don't mean that" you say as the tears fall from your eyes. 

"oh, i do" that's what it takes for him to finally walk away, letting the tears out of his eyes. 

‧₊˚ 🌕⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

you couldn't focus, it was all too much. the pain from the unforgivable curse, the sadness from your own family doing that, the realisation that you could never go back to your house. 

all you could do is try to not pass out as you walk to the potter's mansion. 

once you reach their door, and ring it, you wait. you don't know if it was ten seconds, ten minutes or even ten hours. all you know is that when james opens the door, you practically throw yourself at him, who catches you as he calls for his parents. 

"i'm sorry" you whisper in between sobs. 

"it's okay, you'll be okay, everything's going to be fine" james tries to not show the concern on his voice, he really tries, but everyone must've sense it, because remus, sirius and peter quickly appear, staring at you as effie kneels down next to you. 

when you finally pass out, all you know is that it hurts, everything hurts. 

‧₊˚ 🌕⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

you wake up with effie folding clothes next to you. 

"oh hi sweetie, how are you feeling?" she immediately sits next to you, touching your forehead to check your temperature. 

"good" you answer, quietly. 

"you have clothes here, you can take a shower and i'll make dinner" she walks to the door as you sit up. 

"effie, thank you so much, you don't have to do this, i'll be okay"

"we'll talk later" she doesn't give you room to talk, instead, she leaves after giving you a smile. 

‧₊˚ 🌕⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

effie and fleamont sit in front of you as you eat, staring at you and then at each other.

"we want you to stay here" fleamont is the first to talk as soon as you finish eating. 

"what? no, i can't, i'll find somewhere to stay"

"no, you'll stay here, we have your room ready" effie insists. 

"i can't" 

"sweetie, there's no way to stop this now, the faster you accept it the better" fleamont talks as effie gets up and tells you to follow her to show you your room. 

they leave you a moment to see your room before walking in. 

"thank you so much" you say before they hug you, drying your tears before they fall on your face. 

"it's okay honey, you'll be fine" they assure you before walking out of the room. "and, by the way, the boys are sleeping, we'll tell them to come here when they wake up, they're really worried"

‧₊˚ 🌕⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

he thinks it's unfair, remus thinks that it's unfair that you're talking to peter like nothing happened, that you're playing quidditch with james and sirius like you weren't crying in his arms just a few weeks ago. he thinks it's unfair that you haven't even glanced at him. he thinks it's unfair that you look like nothing ever happened, he hates that you're acting like everything it's okay, like you're not hurt by your family, by his words.

he also thinks he's being selfish, by slightly hoping that you're as hurt as him. that you think of him as much as he thinks of you. he hopes that you also have the urge to go to his room in the middle of the night. he hopes that you're as jealous as he is when someone starts flirting with you at the party james organised at his house. 

but he also thinks that none of it it's possible, that you look way too happy to be thinking of him, that if you're planning on getting drunk, you definitely don't want his help. 

he doesn't know if it was between staring at you as you flirted back with that guy, or when he was searching for you while you were nowhere to be found. but he gets drunk.

and suddenly, all the doubts he had about you disappear, because you're next to him, rubbing his back and asking him if he's drunk. and you wouldn't help him if you hated him would you?. 

he just stares at you as you hold his hand and make your way through the crowd, not so kindly pushing people who didn't move. you help him through the barrier james magically applied on the stairs so no one but his friends could walk upstairs. 

when you reach his room, you help him walk to his bed, which is kinda difficult seeing his stumbling tall figure. once he is in the safety of his mattress, you walk to the door, but his voice stops you. 

"i can't sleep with my shirt on" when you turn around, he's smirking. 

"then take it off" you turn your back to him again. 

"i need help" when you turn around, not before rolling your eyes, he's giving you puppy eyes. 

remus lupin. is. giving. you. puppy eyes. 

"you aren't that drunk" you don't even move from the door. 

"yes i am. you're really gonna leave me here, drunk and defenceless?" he lies back on his bed. 

"are you trying to blackmail me?" you frown, leaning your back onto his closed door. 

"is it working?" he asks, hoping it does. 

"no" he sighs, before leaning on his elbows to look at you. 

"c'mon love, just help me take my shirt off" you don't answer, instead, you just get closer to him, and help him sit up, once he is, he doesn't move, he just looks up at you. 

"you're not gonna put your arms up?" you groan, frustrated, when he just smiles at you. 

after a few minutes of work, due to his boycott, you finally take his shirt off, throwing it aside before walking away. 

or that's what you try, because before you can even turn around, his arms are around you. and you don't know how he's so strong, or why you didn't try to fight back more, maybe it was the alcohol. but before you notice it. you're on the bed next to him, and he's hugging you so tight that you have no choice but to fall asleep. 

when you wake up he's still hugging you, luckily not as strong as last night, so you can get up and slowly walk to the door, quietly closing it and making the way to your room. 

‧₊˚ 🌕⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

remus is almost convinced that it was a dream, he thinks he imagined everything when he wakes up and you're not there, he thinks it was his mind tricking him when you sit next to marlene at breakfast. even though he purposely left the sit next to him free. 

he's basically drowning in his tea when marlene says something that makes him look at you. 

"where were you last night? you left soon" he stares at you, noticing the way your eyes linger at him for a moment before saying that you were tired. and it would be childish for him to admit that it made him happy, that he doesn't even notice the hangover now, that he's smiling so much that even effie asked him about it. 

and it would be even more childish to admit that he's been giving james the idea to throw another party just before holidays end, that he doesn't need to invite anyone, just the group of friends it's okay. and who is james to say no to a party?. 

he spends more time that he wants to admit staring at you. as you talk to lily and mary, as you almost make sirius drop his drink, as you hug james. and especially, as you ignore him. so he does what he knows will make you talk to him, getting drunk. 

it follows the same order as the other night. you approach him, lead him upstairs and help him get ready to bed. 

"why did you leave?" he asks, holding your wrist after you tried to walk to the door. he sees how you think about the answer. and to be honest, he didn't think he was ready to hear it. 

"because that's what a bitch would do" you break free from his grip and walk to the door. he just stays there as you go back downstairs. 

‧₊˚ 🌕⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

the next morning, no one knows why remus looks so miserable, why he's being so grumpy to everyone, except you. why he's putting food on your plate, why he's making everyone put on the movie you want to see. 

they also don't know why you're ignoring him, why you offered the plate to james, why you changed your mind and told marlene to decide what movie to watch. 

but you knew, you knew because you've been listening to him apologise every other minute, you've been listening to him knocking on your door every night. you've been reading his apology letters. 

but that wasn't enough, because just two days before classes start again, he decides that he's had enough, and that he won't leave before giving you a proper apology. so he follows you to the kitchen when everyone is focused on the movie. and he stands on your way to the door so you have no choice but to listen. 

"i didn't mean it, and you know that, you know i'd never think that. and i know it's not an excuse, but it was days before a full moon, and i wanted to hate you, i wanted to hate you for making me love you and then leaving me. and i wanted you to hate me because i wouldn't be able to be around you. and i'm so sorry, i'll do anything to take it back, i need you to understand that i didn't mean it, and that i'm so sorry i ever made you feel bad. there's no day i haven't thought about you, about how much i miss you, about how i ruined everything. so please, give me a second chance, i'll apologise every minute if i have to, i'll do anything for you to forgive me. because i don't think i can stand the thought of what we could've had if i hadn't ruined everything." he takes a deep breath "i'm so so so sorry"

and you know that you shouldn’t, that he’s hurt you as much as you’ve hurt him. but you’re both teenagers, you both make mistakes, and you both miss each other. so you do what everyone would’ve done in this situation, and hug him, breathing him in.

“does that mean you forgive me?” he asks.

“yes, i’m sorry” you close your eyes, your head in his chest.

“you have nothing to apologise for, love”

“yes i do-” he cuts you off by pressing a quick kiss to your lips.

“let’s just go to sleep”

‧₊˚ 🌕⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

you don’t know why james drags you from the kitchen, where you were talking with everyone, to your room, with the suitcase half done on the floor. you don’t know why he slams the door. or why he’s staring at you like you told him you forbade quidditch.

but then he talks.

“did you forgive him?”

and you remember the conversation you had with him after spending a few nights here.

“weren’t you two in love?” you’re on his bed, still not used to your new room, you’re both laying on your backs, him throwing his snitch and catching it.

“who?” you ask, staring at the ceiling.

“remus” he says it like it’s obvious, and it actually is.

“i don’t know” you shrug. 

“what happened?” he asks. 

“i ruined everything” you explain. 

“that’s not true” he frowns. 

“how do you know that?” you chuckle. 

“you wouldn’t ruin anything” he says, so sincere. 

“i was supposed to marry barty” the snitch falls and hits his face.

“what?!” he immediately sits up. 

“so i told him i couldn’t do whatever we were doing" 

"and he just accepted it?" he's frowning even more. 

"he was sad at first, then mad, but he stopped talking to me, so it worked" you shrug again, and he gets closer to you. 

"mad?" 

"it's okay"

"i know how remus gets when he gets mad, did he say something to you?" he looks worried, already thinking about punching remus. 

"nothing to bad, the normal when the person you're in love with and it's in love with you dumps you for no reason" 

"what's the normal?" he questions. 

"james, it's okay"

and with that beautiful flashback, you come back to an angry james in front of you. 

"don't dare to move, i'll talk to you later, let me have a chat with remus first" he tries to get out of the room, but you stop him. 

"james wait" 

“stop trying to defend him, and don’t try to walk away, you won’t move until you tell me everything” he stands in front of you, arms crossed. 

"james let me explain" 

"you want to talk? talk, i'm not leaving until i know everything" he sounds determined, and you know that he won't stop until he knows everything. 

"there's nothing to know, just leave it" you insist. 

"what did he say to you?" he takes at step, so he's closer to you. 

"james-"

"what did he say to you?"

"james, stop"

"now, i won't stop until you tell me what the fuck he told you, and why you're together with him after that"

"because it doesn't matter, it's already over"

"it doesn't matter?! you're saying it doesn't fucking matter? after weeks of seeing you miserable, and because of him?" he pinchs the bridge of his nose. "honestly, if you're not going to tell me what he told you, then don't even bother talking"

he tries to walk away, again, but you stand in front of the door. 

"what's the point? i already forgave him, so, what are you going to do, make me leave him?" you question him, praying that he doesn't actually say yes. 

"you don't know what i'm willing to do for you happiness" he tries to walk past you, but you don't move. 

"please don't be mad at me" 

"then tell me what he said to you" his eyes soften, looking at yours. 

"why? what are you going to do about it?" 

"it depends" he avoids your gaze. 

"james."

"maybe punch him" he looks away. 

"james" 

"please tell me what he said" he asks, this time softer. 

and you don't know why, maybe it's the look on his eyes, or the fact that you know he wouldn't let it go until you did. but you say everything to him, from how you approached him, how you were both almost crying, how he walked away. 

and it takes him a moment to react, he's sitting in your bed, and you immediately get up to stand in front of him. 

"james…" he gets up. 

"i need to have a chat with remus" he tries to walk past you, but you don't let him. 

"james."

"what?"

"please, just, stay here with me. you can help me pack" you give him your best puppy eyes until he agrees, sitting on the floor next to you, passing you clothes as you put them in your suitcase.

‧₊˚ 🌕⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

and it all looked perfect. it seemed like james had already forgotten everything by the time dinner is ready. and it seems like he's really happy when he suggests to watch a movie. 

but then something changes. maybe it was remus' hand on your tight, or the fight scene on the movie. but the next thing you know, is that there's a fist right in remus' face. and that fist belongs to james. 

"you said you wouldn't do anything!" you immediately get up, putting yourself in front of remus, while sirius and marlene pull james back. 

"i had to!" he says. 

"james!" you fight the urge to roll your eyes. 

"i'm sorry! but i couldn't help it! i had to do something about it!" he explains. 

"about what?" lily asks, and you stiffen, looking at james with wary eyes. 

"yes, about what?" james asks you, and you glare at him as mary and peter take care of remus' face. 

"about nothing" you immediately say, backing up as they all stare at you. 

and they're complaining about it as soon as you say it, but remus stops them. 

"about me hurting her" no one knows how to react, you just stare at him as he stretches his neck. 

"you fucking hurt her?" lily talks, walking towards him, and it seemed like she had the intention of repeating james' actions. so you step in front of her. 

"it's all forgotten, there's no reason to punch anyone" you stare at james "especially when you promised you wouldn't"

"i'm sorry-" he tries to apologise. 

"it's okay, i deserved it" remus talks. 

"no you didn't?" you tell him, but he just smiles at you. 

"i'm going to sleep"

you all stare at him as he walks upstairs, and when you turn around they're all staring at you. 

"if i forgave him, you can do it too" you say, especially looking at james. "so, i hope you apologise to him, because he deserves it"

when you get to remus' room, he's looking at himself in the mirror. 

"i'm sorry" you sneak in front of him, hugging him as you put your head in his chest. 

"why" he chuckles, hugging you back. 

"what do you mean why, are you stupid?" you questions him. 

"love, it's not your fault" he smiles as you narrow your eyes at him. "i deserved it" 

"shut up" you immediately pull away from him, storming out of the bathroom. 

he grabs your wrist before you can walk out of the room, and as soon as he gets it his arms are around you. 

"don't be mad at me" he pleads, and when you don't answer, his lips go to your cheek. "please" 

when you don't answer he just keeps kissing you. 

"please"

this time is your other cheek. 

"cmon love"

your forehead. 

"just talk to me"

your nose. 

"please"

your lips

"love" 

your neck. 

and you know that he'll start going lower if you don't stop him. and you know that if he does you won't be mad anymore. so you pull away from him. 

"you're stupid, remus lupin" you glare at him "if you ever say that you deserve any hurt ever again i'll be the one punching you instead of james. and i'll also cry" 

"why would you cry?" he genuinely asks, putting one of his hands on your cheek. 

"because you don't deserve anything bad remus. you're literally an angel" 

"don't say that" you frown at him, and he looks away. 

"remus, i mean it"

"i know" he puts his forehead on yours "that's why i don't want you to say it"

"why?"

"because it's gonna make me love you even more"

before you can answer, he's kissing you again, this time for real, when he pulls away, he stares at you. 

"i know everyone already says that we're dating, but can we make it official?" his hands are on your cheeks, and he thinks that he's never been more nervous in his life. 

"i'd love to" this time, you're the one who kisses him, and you stay like that for a while, in each other's arms. before someone knocks on the door. 

when you open, you find james on the other side, with regret in his eyes. 

"can i talk to remus?" you narrow your eyes at him as remus appears behind you. 

"it's alright love" 

you go to the living room with everyone, and before you know it, james and remus are walking in, talking and laughing. 

everyone stares at them as they get closer to the couch. 

"what?" they ask, staring back at you. 

"everything's… fine?" lily asks, and when they both smile and nod, everyone smiles and cheers, a bit exaggerated. 

remus sits next to you, putting and arm around you and kissing you. 

and if before they were dramatic, now it's like their favourite team won the quidditch world cup.

"what?" this time remus and you ask, staring at them. 

"you just kissed?" mary says, not believing it. 

"yeah?" you answer. 

"why" marlene asks, narrowing her eyes. 

"we're dating" remus says, and the night ends between cheers, screams and hugs. 

sirius and james even cry a bit, hugging each other while saying "finally!" "we did it!" 

[bubybubsters]

Home Late (Azriel x reader)

A/n: something... i will update one day

i was gonna do this with Lucien due to @thelov3lybookworm but I wasn't sure it'd work well with him so... here we are (also back to second person)

wc: 768

⚠️: uh... Az? angst ig but that usually happens

masterlist

*****

You wave goodbye to Jess as he winnows away. You've been gone for hours planning a surprise birthday party for your boyfriend, Azriel. His birthday was next week and he hadn't had a party in his whole century of living. You open the door to your shared townhouse and grin at the memory of the dazzling blue dress you'd picked out. You wave goodbye to Jess as he winnows away. You've been gone for hours planning a surprise birthday party for your boyfriend, Azriel. His birthday was next week and he hadn't had a party in his whole century of living. You open the door to your shared townhouse and grin at the memory of the dazzling blue dress you'd picked out.

"Azzzzz?"

Silence follows your cheerful shout and you head down the hallway with a slight frown. You find Azriel in his study, bent of a pile of papers.

"Hey Azzie!" You smile as you lean against the doorway but your smile quickly drops into a pout when Az ignores you.

"Az?"

He doesn't even blink.

You approach your boyfriend nervously and tap him on the shoulder. You know he sometimes gets into work phases and works for hours on end without food or sleep.

"Azriel? Have you eaten?"

He turns around so sharply that you step back. Your brows furrow. His eyes are hard and steely and show no emotion other than anger.

"No, I haven't eaten! And you know why?" His voice rises to a shout. "I spent hours, hours panicking over where you were! I almost sent out a damned search party to find you!"

"I-"

Az cuts you off. "You were gone for twelve hours!!" He prowls toward you, eyes narrowed in anger.

You pale, stepping back. You've never been afraid of Azriel but.... "I was out with Jess."

His muscles clench. Shit. Wrong thing to say, he hates Jess. "And you didn't bother to tell me?"

"You would have had a shadow follow me." You look down, the floor suddenly very interesting.

"How's that a problem? You've never had a problem with that before!"

"But-"

"But what!!?" His voice rises to a shout.

"But you'd know!"

He stills. "Know what!?"

"Um... it's a surprise." You didn't want to tell him about the surprise party. It is a surprise party after all.

Azriel's voice is resigned and betrayed when he next speaks, "Are you cheating on me?"

Your mouth falls open. "No! I would never!"

"Then what can't I know?" His voice rises again and shadows swirl around him in a frenzy. You step back and your back hits the wall. His eyes glow with a feral emotion that you can't place as he approaches.

"Az..."

He places a hand on either side of you, effectively caging you in. He leans in to whisper in your ear.

"Did you fuck him?"

"I wasn't cheating on you!!" Your voice rises now.

"Then what in the Cauldrens name were you doing??" He pins one of your wrists to the wall when you try to push him away. Azriel brings his face close to yours. "What. Were. You. Doing?"

His grip on your wrist hurt and you know you'll have bruises. "Throwing you a damn surprise party, that's what!!"

Azriel stares at you and his scowl immediately melts off his face. "Oh darling, I'm so fucking sorry." He steps back. A look of shame and pain etched on his face as he stares at the ground.

You step forward hesitantly. "Az..."

He laughs slightly. "I've lost track how many times you've said that. I'm sorry Y/n, I'll go."

"No! Why would you go?"

"I never deserved you." He starts to turn away.

You snatch at his arm, wrapping your arms around him. "I love you Az. Nothing you did tonight can possibly change that. Except for maybe over working."

He chuckles into your hair. "I love you too."

"But you know... if you really want me to forgive you." A smirk decorates your face. "You could sing for me?"

Despite the many times you've asked, begged, and used your puppy eyes to get him to sing. Azriel has never sung.

He groans. "Just like you to guilt trip me."

***

A week later

"You look beautiful!" Morrigan grins as she circles around your body.

"Are you-"

"Yes! Go! Have fun, knock Az of his feet!" She pushes you out the door and locks it behind you.

"Rude." You mutter.

"Y/n..."

You turn around at your boyfriend's voice. "Az!" He stares at you as you run towards him.

You trip over air and start fall. Azriel jumps forward and catches you. "Y/n! Are you alright?"

You look up at him meeting his eyes. "Thanks-"

A snap sounds in you ears and you and Azriel stare at eachother. You follow the golden thread connected to your soul and tug. Azriel jerks towards you. "You- my- mate."

You lean up and kiss him. "My mate. Happy 589th birthday!"

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✧.*Not Friends pt 1*.✧

Paige Bueckers x reader

summary- Paige has a new secret admirer that she can't help but love.

word count- 2.2k

themes:

-drinking

-slight angst ig?

A/N- I'M SO EXCITED FOR THIS FIC BRO. i have really high hopes for this so I'm praying that people enjoy it. I'm gonna try and make a masterlist soon so that its easy to find the different parts to this but we'll see. (i did not spell check btw m lazy)

I usually wasn't head over heels easily but it was very hard to not fall in love with the girl everyone wanted. Especially when you see her at the same party everyone said she wouldn't be at.

It was a couple months after i transferred to UConn and i had already gotten super close with some the girls off of the volleyball team and this girl Nika, who was on the basketball team.

It was a late night after one of Nika's games and she invited me back to her place that she shared with her team. Of course I said yes i mean Nika was practically my best friend. But this was going to be the first time that i meet her entire team other than Azzi and Inês.

While Nika was introducing me to the girls on the team i couldn't help but stare at a certain blonde that was lurking in the corner. Nika held onto my wrist and led me to her.

"Paaigeee, this is the new transfer!" Nika introduced me to the now more noticeably tall blonde.

"Hey i'm Paige" her attention was now on me. The way she held eye contact almost made me fold right on the spot. Her eyes were making me come out so hard i didn't even notice that she was holding her hand out for me to shake.

That night, Nika was going out with everyone to celebrate theyre win and everyone was begging me to at least tag along. Before i could think of an answer i pulled nika to the side and yanked her closer to me.

"Nika i cannot go with tonight. I think i like paige" Nikas eyes widened at my confession. "I don't think i'll be able to go to any parties if she'll be there. you know what'll end up happening if i get drunk around someone i have feelings for"

Nika may not have known me for long but she knew me long enough for me to tell her about what happened with my ex boyfriend at my old college. For a quick summary, i got drunk at a party while i was with my current boyfriend and there was a girl that my eyes couldn't stop staring at. We danced, we made out blah blah blah one thing led to another. My boyfriend dumped me and may have told the college that i was drinking underage so i got kicked out! anyways fuck him i needed to stay away from Paige if she was in the same room as alcohol if i wanted to keep my sanity and reputation clean.

Every time the girls went out i would want to go with but of course i had to ask if Paige would be there. Yes maybe i was taking things a little far but i didn't want anything crazy to happen and ruin my chances with her.

I was resting on my bed when someone knocked on my door. It was a Monday night and i was alone in my dorm so i it would be absurd for someone to come over this late at night. I stood up and opened the door to see Azzi Fudd, Paige's best friend, standing in front of me.

"K I'm gonna make this really quick cause i have to go soon, but don't be mad at Nika or anything Ok?" Azzi said with an enormous about of speed in her words.

I nodded before she continued on.

"Nika told me about the whole situation with Paige and she really wants you to come to the party tonight and Paige wont be there so could you get ready and go with please?"

I was a bit caught off guard, not mad but shocked. It only took me a couple seconds to decide that i would go.

"Sure ill go." i say dragging out my words with annoyance. I shut the door and Azzi leaves. As soon as she left, I started picking out an outfit and putting on some light but noticeable makeup.

Once i was ready, my hair was thrown into a messy sort of no effort but with effort look. I tossed on my jordans along with a tank top and some baggy jeans before leaving my dorm and pulling out my phone for directions.

I unlocked my car and headed towards the address, which was thankfully only 6 minutes away. After i pulled into the driveway i called Nika to let her know that i was there. She quickly ran out of the party and ran up to me. Her arms wrapped around me, hugging me tightly. I laughed a bit at her, clearly tipsy, hug. Finally after she let go of me she grabbed me by the waist and dragged me in. The first thing i could notice were the flashing light and loud music that was playing.

A sick feeling grew upon my stomach seeing and hearing everyone be so comfortable. I knew that it would be hard to go to a party with this many people and this much energy after so long but not this hard. Nika tugged on my waist trying to bring some sense of comfort for me. I quickly forced a smile on my lips and took the drink that was being shoved in my face by Aaliyah. Instead of dancing with most of the girls i decided to sit down at the booth that Caroline and Ice were sitting at. Caroline's mouth shaped into a soft smile as she patted the leather next to her, gesturing for me to sit next to her and Ice. I quickly sat myself next to the girls and tried to start small talk.

I noticed them glancing at each other while the three of us talked. It felt sort of like they felt off about me. I clenched my palms together under the table and blinked for longer periods of time. A deep sigh escaped my lips as they're conversation trailed off onto they're own topic. I quickly took down my drink and set he cup down before leaving the booth to find Nika.

"Nika? Can i go home?" i tried talking to Nika but she was too out of it to even process tat i was next to her. I took a couple more panicked breaths and walked around for a little searching for some other girl to give me a ride until i felt a strong grip against my hips. I didn't even care who it was but i knew they were trying to get something out of me and they weren't getting that.

My hands quickly pushed the hands off of my hips before i turned around to find a random girl standing above me. I thought she looked familiar but i couldn't tell who she was.

"I missed you" she whispered to me, loud enough for me to hear but quiet enough to be hidden by the music.

what. the. fuck. who on earth is this girl? a confused expression was plastered on my face as i slowly backed away. still trying to forget about whatever that was, i made my way back over to Nika and continued to stay with her until i saw Caroline calling me back over to the booth.

"Hey, I got someone to come over and pick you up so don't worry about getting a ride from one of us. your gonna be fine Ok?" She could tell that i was stressed out. She helped me take a couple breaths before i even realized that she probably called someone that was a complete stranger to me. My breath began to pick up a bit more until she pointed to the door.

"Oh there she is." her hand was pointing to the direction of the same basketball player i did not want to be under the influence with. Paige Bueckers. My eyes widened at the sight of her tall figure. I tried to convince myself that Caroline was not pointing to the blonde that i was slowly falling in love with. I took a couple breaths and gave Caroline a quick 'thanks' glance and stood up. There were already a couple drinks in my system so i stumbled a bit walking over to Paige.

"You good there?" she held her arm out for me to grab onto. We walked back out to her car and she helped me in. i tried to stay quiet for the drive but i couldn't resist from making a little bit of conversation.

"so....why did Caroline call you to pick me up? we barely know each other" Paige kept her eyes on the road but it felt like everything was still.

"i don't know ask Caroline? i guess i was just the only person that wasn't drunk ya know?" she laughed a little then turns her head towards me for a second. I set down my purse on the floor of her car. I glance to the side and find a pair of lashes.

I made not have know Paige very well but i knew for a fact that she is not the girl to wear fake lashes. Which meant there was probably another girl in her car. It could've been recent or she could've just forgot about it before. Either way i started to think that i had a chance with her.

It was silent for a little bit until Paige turned on some music. It sounded like The Weeknd but i honestly couldn't tell the difference between the music and the conclusions i was jumping to in my head.

As the music filled up all the silence that was in the car i tried to distract myself by counting every time Abel said 'yeah' in one of his songs. Next thing i knew i was day dreaming about Paige while she was right next to me. The image of her making moves on me couldn't get out of my head. That's when i realized that we were finally at our destination. Except it wasn't the college campus. It was her apartment that she shared with the entire team. As far as i knew, the whole team was at the party so the entire apartment was empty until me and Paige walked in.

The entire place was pretty much clean except for a couple dishes and papers here and there. the only other time I've been in here was to meet the entire team and now here i was alone with the one girl i wanted to kiss since i met her. A couple chills ran down my spine as Paige tapped my back to get me to walk through the door. I guess i couldn't notice that i was just standing int he doorway staring at the living room.

The blonde put her keys on a little hook that was attached to the wall. I carried my purse around not knowing where to sit. I really thought i was being taken back to my own dorm. Guess not. Paige put a couple dishes in the sink to try and clean up a bit. As i stood there obliviously, she went down the hallway into her own room that im guessing she shared with Azzi.

"You coming?" paige called out from the hallway. I quickly rushed to her and went into her room. It was honestly messy but i kinda liked that she wasnt a clean freak. She sat down on her bed and kicked off her shoes. I couldnt help but stare at her features. Her blazing eyes. The way her nose hooked up. Her cheeks which were flushed with a light pink color, but i think thats because it was so hot in the car. And her lips were a brighter pink color. God how i wanted her lips against mine. It was hard to pull my eyes off her but when we looked at mine i quickly looked away.

Paige chuckled and leaned back on her bed. "come sit down" she motioned her hand next to her. I sat down on the empty space beside her. This was so awkward. I felt so out of place like Paige was forced to have me there. As i kept getting lost in my feelings i felt her hand push against my chest, dragging me to lay down in the same position as her. A gasp escaped my lips as she pushed me down but i kind of liked it. Now that we were right next to each other i felt a bit better and more comfortable.

There was only silence for a little while before Paige broke it. "do you like me?" It went silent again. I couldn't even process an answer let alone a reaction.

"what?no why would you think that?what?" i panicked and sat up quickly looking down at her. there was a smirk on her lips as she watched me panic. i guess i was making it obvious then.

Paige laughed a little and held onto my shoulder, pushing me down on the bed again. "its fine i swear. just try to keep this a secret k?" what did she mean by that?

I nodded and turned away to face the wall. "hey." Paige said softly. i turned back around to find her lips on mine.

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Unrequited - Chapter 1 - Tsu'tey x Omatikaya!Reader

prologue (technically you can skip it, but i recommend checking it out for the backstory)

summary: y/n had been in love with tsu'tey since they were kids, watching him get his heart broken over and over, until he became hardened. on one particular night, she offers him intimacy with no expectations in return, which sparks up a complex relationship between them. they grapple with guilt, unrequited love, and newfound intimacy, as y/n and tsu'tey navigate the depths of their feelings for each other

wc: 5.1k

contains: one-sided love, angst, smut, friends with benefits (ig), smut in this chapter!

note: the events take place in correspondence to the first movie, right after the final battle with the sky people

a/n: you guys asked for continuation, so i decided to turn it into series. i don't know how many chapters i'm planning to write but i do have a structure that i'll be following, so we'll figure it out together, as we go. i really hope you enjoy it. nothing else to say, just thank you if you reblog or comment ♡

unrequited masterlist | general masterlist

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The aftermath of the war between the Na'vi and the RDA was a somber and devastating sight to look at. The once peaceful and serene landscape of your home was now just as scarred and disturbed as your own mind. When you looked at the scorched earth underneath, and the sorrowful faces around you, your thoughts involuntarily raced back to Tsu’tey. Guilt consumed you for allowing yourself to care about him at a time like this, for recalling the night you had shared with him in the clearing, when you had offered him a piece of you, expecting nothing in return. And yet, despite Tsu’tey’s cautious words, deeper in your heart there was still a longing for more. 

Tsu’tey made it clear that his heart would always belong solely to Silwanin, his true and only love. And as you watched him suffer through the endless loss and heartache, you came to a painful realization that there would be no place for you in his life. He had become so hardened to reality, that he no longer cared for his own happiness, the duty of protecting his people becoming the only will to live. That night, when he became aware of your feelings for him, he pitied you for choosing to love someone as damaged as he was.

Watching the clan rebuild and heal from the wounds inflicted by the war, you were convinced to follow the same route. Instead of dwelling on the aftermath, you had approached Mo’at to join the other healers, as soon as the clan returned back into the forest. For the first few days, as warriors brought back injured Na’vi, you followed Mo’at, assisting her in treating the wounded. You silently prayed to Eywa that Tsu’tey wouldn’t be among the wounded, or even worse.

It was on the fourth day that you finally saw him. When Tsu’tey stepped into the healing tent, close to midnight, his eyes widened at the sight of you. He clearly did not expect to find you there instead of Mo’at. Your gaze traveled from his face to his left arm, predicting that he had suffered a broken bone. It was wrapped tightly in big dried leaves that mimicked the shape of his muscles and fixed his elbow in a flexed position. Flat pieces of wood were pressed alongside his bones, tied with smaller strings around his skin. Another thicker string supported his arm in the air, going around his neck.

For a moment, the broken arm offered you a momentary distraction from Tsu’tey's piercing gaze, but the knots in your stomach tightened nonetheless. The tension left from that night still lingered uncomfortably between you.

“Y/N,” he cleared his throat, “Is Tsahik out?”

“She is keeping watch over Atwäm tonight, he’s gotten worse,” you answered with a heavy sigh, recalling the said warrior’s severe state. Mo'at had predicted that the end of his suffering was drawing near. “What happened to your arm?”

“Nothing, I got thrown off my ikran and landed on my arm,” Tsu’tey shrugged his shoulders dismissively, “Mo’at told me she’d change my dressing, but I’ll come back when she’s here.”

“No need, I can help,” you said softly, earning his surprised look.

“Do you know how?”

“Yes. Sit.”

Without waiting for his response, you turned your back to Tsu’tey and began carefully selecting the supplies needed for his treatment. Refreshing his cast didn't make you nervous since you had already assisted Mo'at with a similar task just the day before. Moreover, it was surprising that you were able to maintain your composure around him, even though the last time you saw him, you were almost choking on his member. That vulgar image left emptiness inside you.

Tsu’tey hesitated for a moment before slowly lowering himself to the ground, watching you move around with ease, like a fish in the water. He felt a ping of guilt for not knowing this about you, truthfully, he had no idea that you were even interested in healing, let alone that you have been helping out the other healers for the past few days. 

When you returned to him with the supplies, you took a seat beside him, quietly beginning to untie the string holding up his arm. You instructed him to keep it in the same position for you, and Tsu’tey obeyed, trying his best not to move. Your hands worked with precision and care, peeling away the dry leaves, and the flat pieces of wood that you put aside to reuse. You could feel Tsu'tey’s eyes on you the entire time, sensing that he had something to say but was holding back.

“I am sorry that I haven’t spoken to you since the duel,” his voice was hoarse. You shifted uncomfortably, trying your best to concentrate on your work. 

“You don’t have to apologize. There was a battle far more important.”

“Still, I can accept it if you think of me as an unreputable man because of what I did. But I do not wish for you to believe that I avoided you on purpose.”

“I don’t think either of those things about you, Tsu’tey,” you finally looked up at him, “Would you consider me an unreputable woman?”

He shook his head, validating some of the doubts in your head. If anyone found out about the intimacy you shared with another man without mating before Eywa, it could have stumped your chances of mating with anybody else. Of course, bonds were sometimes made and broken by the guidance of the Great Mother, but you did not think about it. Frankly, you weren’t sure if you could give yourself to anyone else but Tsu’tey, even if Eywa had surrounded you with signs. It was something you figured out a long time ago, ever since Tsu’tey had mated with Silwanin and you knew that you didn’t stand a chance, yet your heart still yearned for him. No amount of attention and courting you received made your heart flutter the way it did when his eyes would land on you even for a second. You had gotten used to the idea of either ending up with someone you did not love, or remaining alone and dedicating yourself to your studies.

“I feel like I betrayed you,” he shook his head, unable to express the depth of his guilt. 

“Why?” you frowned in confusion.

“I promised to always protect you when we were kids. And then I took something from you, and you can’t get it back.”

A lump of shame gathered in your throat, making it harder to breathe. Did he really think you were broken now because of what happened between you two?

“I do not regret it,” you lifted your chin up, “I would rather give a part of myself to a man I love, rather than give nothing to anyone.” 

Love. Tsu’tey’s heart clenched at the obvious nature of your feelings for him. He hated himself for not being able to reciprocate your love, for torturing you.

“I gathered the leaves this morning, so your bandage should last longer,” you commented, diverting the conversation.

As you applied the sticky paste, followed by a clump of leaves, you pressed them firmly onto his skin, shaping it like a protective armor. He hummed, trusting your words, as you worked in silence. When you leaned in closer to reach the tie over his neck, his breath ghosted over your skin, and your heart raced in your chest. Tsu’tey’s hand instinctively reached out to support you by your waist, and you cursed inwardly at the rush of sensation that flooded your body.

Despite the awkwardness and discomfort both of you felt, your thoughts still drifted back to the night when you heard him whimper under the touch of your lips. The way his skin shuddered, when you pressed wet kisses against it, feeling just as nervous and excited to hear his satisfied moans. With trembling hands, you quickly tied the string into a tight knot around his arm, before pulling away, desperate to put some distance between you.

“Thank you.”

“You need to come back for a new bandage, once the leaves dry out.”

“Again?” Tsu’tey frowned, clearly dissatisfied with your instructions.

“As many times as it takes until the bone heals fully.”

“I hate this,” he huffed, “It is itchy and uncomfortable. I cannot fight like this.”

“Fight? The battle is over, Tsu’tey,” you rolled your eyes at him, “Eywa must forgive you for your ungratefulness. The worst of your worries is the itch on your skin that you cannot tend to, instead of losing an arm like Tsay'ä.”

Tsu’tey’s eyes narrowed at your remark, recognizing that sassy tone you used to reserve for Neytiri during your playful arguments. You had rarely used it with him, always contained and reserved, whenever he was around. Tsu’tey realized how different you seemed now, no longer a kid who needed his protection. There used to be a time before Silwanin’s death, when he would see you almost every day, given that you were inseparable from Neytiri. He wondered how much he had missed out on in the past few years, since you weren’t hanging around them anymore. He felt a pang of guilt for not noticing you slowly drifting away from your group.

As you gathered to stand up, Tsu’tey reached for your wrist, pulling you to a stop. You peered down at him confused. 

“What?”

“What are you doing tomorrow morning?” he asked with a slight excitement evident in his voice. 

“Resting before Mo'at's ceremony,” you answered, frowning at his sudden interest in your plans.

The past few days had been a whirlwind for the clan. But now, as the work began to taper off, you were preparing for the grieving ceremony. The final battle with the Sky People had been devastating, and many families in the clan had lost their sons and daughters. And while their bodies had already been given to Eywa, Mo’at decided to hold a final ceremony to pray for the lost souls before the Mother Tree.

“Could you help me with something before that?” Tsu’tey asked.

“Sure,” you nodded.

Tsu'tey felt a twinge of surprise at how readily you agreed without asking for a reason. You barely needed one, your heart would follow Tsu’tey wherever he wanted it to. He released your wrist, and quietly slipped out of the tent.

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You walked past the Well of Souls, eyes catching a sight of the softly glowing Mother Tree, where the ceremony would take place later. The aftermath of the battle still lingered in the air, and you struggled to focus on Tsu’tey’s back instead. He walked in front of you, occasionally glancing back to ensure you were keeping up. As he pushed through thick bushes, you heard strange noises from the depths of the rainforest.

“What is that?” you asked, but Tsu’tey only threw a soft smile over his shoulder, like there was nothing to be scared of.

When he came to a stop, you saw it: a big, armored head peeked out from behind the tall bushes. Your heart skipped a beat, as you recognized the creature as a palulukan, piercing through you with its green eyes. You stepped back in fear, as the palulukan revealed itself, coming into your full view. Judging by the size, it was still a youngling, no older than a few days. Still, it was quite large and could easily harm both you and Tsu’tey.

“Don’t be scared, it is still a baby,” Tsu’tey said, holding up his palm. The palulukan cautiously and slowly moved towards him.

“Tsu’tey, do you have a death wish?” you gritted through your teeth, taking a few careful steps back.

“It’s alright, it won’t harm you,” he said calmly. 

He remained unhinged when the palulukan nuzzled its head into his palm. You froze, watching in awe, as Tsu’tey continued petting the animal. The fearsome palulukan became gentler under his touch, tail swishing from side to side. Tsu’tey turned his face to you and chuckled at your expression.

“Come closer, Y/N.”

“Have you lost your mind?” your voice trembled with fear.

It was a rare sight to see a Na’vi man get along with a palulukan. Although you knew of a clan that was skilled at taming the creatures, amongst your own, the Omatikaya, surviving an interaction with a palulukan was considered a blessing from Eywa. 

“You said you would help,” Tsu’tey reminded you, his voice firm.

He lowered his palm and turned to face you, his eyes fixed on yours. The trust he had in the cub was palpable, but your panic continued to rise, eyes jumping between him and the palulukan. 

“Why do you need my help?” you swallowed hard.

“She limps,” Tsu’tey answered, nodding towards the cub.

“We shouldn’t intervene with the laws of Eywa. Where is the mother?” you asked, your voice tinged with concern.

“The mother was probably killed. The cub was all alone when I found it,” Tsu’tey explained, “I felt too ashamed to burden the other healers when they were busy helping our people. So, I tried moving her back to the valley, where she belongs, but like I said, she can’t walk far because of her paw.”

You threw another glance at the palulukan, who seemed to pay you no mind, lazily swishing its tail from side to side. Your mind calmed slightly, feeling a little sorry for the cub. You took a hesitant step forward.

“Something with the back paw. I’m not very helpful with all this,” Tsu’tey gestured to his broken arm.

You took a deep breath, steeling yourself, before approaching the animal. With a steady hand, Tsu’tey petted the cub, coaxing it into a sitting position, so that you felt less intimidated. You prayed to Eywa to keep you safe as you reached for the injured paw, finding a small piece of demon-metal lodged between its toes. You pulled it slightly, causing the palulukan let out a screech. But Tsu’tey somehow managed to calm her down.

“It can’t stay here any longer,” you threw a quick glance at Tsu’tey, pulling the metal piece as quickly and carefully as you could, “It's too close to the Mother Tree, and there is a ceremony soon.”

“Do not worry, I will lure it to the valley,” Tsu’tey replied, still patting the cub on its head.

“Not in that state, you can’t go alone,” you protested, nodding to his injured arm. “I will come with you.”

Tsu’tey let out a low growl of annoyance, partly at your stubbornness and partly at his own injury. He decided to remain silent and watched as you finally removed the metal chip. The palulukan let out another screech, wiggling its paw out of your hands and bringing it to his snout to lick the wound. Tsu’tey stepped back, observing the animal with a small smile, and you found yourself smiling at Tsu’tey.

You could never stop loving him. Even if you tried, Tsu’tey would always find a way back into your heart. Of course, only he would manage to handle a palulukan without getting eaten alive. You shook your head in disbelief of the man in front of you.

The palulukan stood up with a low growl, sniffing your feet before raising its snout toward your face. You froze, afraid that it might attack you for causing it pain, but the creature only studied you briefly with its big green eyes. You slowly extended your hand to the cub, before taking a step towards the valley. To your surprise, the cub climbed up, limping on its paw, and following you as you started to walk. Some time later, along with Tsu’tey, you led it towards the valley, letting it wander off at the outskirts.

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As the two of you began your walk back home, you felt a rush of joy spreading through you.

“I thank Eywa for letting me pet a palulukan without getting eaten alive,” you grinned at Tsu’tey.

His ears perked up at your satisfied expression but he pretended to be annoyed with you.

“I wouldn’t have let you near it if there was a chance of getting eaten.”

“But still, Tsu’tey,” you stopped in your tracks, taking his hand in yours, “Eywa has blessed you. You made a friend out of a palulukan. Not many get to say that.”

Tsu’tey looked down at your hands, feeling a ping of excitement at the contact. Since that night in the clearing, he often found himself yearning for your touch and the solace it brought him. And he despised himself for it. 

Tsu’tey mumbled a thanks and squeezed your hand in his, his eyes lingering on yours for longer than necessary. Your heart raced, and something uglier began to spread in the pit of your stomach. You had been consumed by lustful thoughts of him, yet you couldn't admit it to yourself. All you craved was confirmation that he had felt it too.

Like in some sort of trance, you lifted yourself up on your toes, drawn towards Tsu’tey's face. Your hand rested gently on his chest, careful to avoid the bandaged arm. You expected him to pull away, to reject your advances, but instead he watched you with a heated gaze. Tsu’tey knew that it was wrong to give into the temptation, that the aftermath wouldn’t be worth it, but he just needed to taste your lips. 

Scared to your core, you tested the waters first by tentatively nuzzling your nose against his cheek. Tsu’tey released your hand out of his, but instead of pushing you away, he cupped your face roughly, pulling you into a kiss. His hunger to taste you consumed you, and you almost grew dizzy from the intensity of his lips.

As your lips parted, Tsu’tey pulled away, his eyes closed, breathing ragged. You tried to speak, to say something, anything, but your voice caught in your throat. You both stood there, silent, for what felt like an eternity until he spoke.

“I shouldn’t have done that,” he said, his voice low, “I’m sorry.”

“You did nothing wrong, Tsu’tey,” you whispered, staring into his eyes.

He was distraught but his hand was still gently caressing your cheek. In his eyes, you could see an internal struggle: his mind was telling him to stop, but his body was craving more. 

His eyes widened before closing in a relaxing manner when you crashed your lips against his again. You were eager to satisfy your hunger for him, like an annoying itch that needed to be scratched.

Tsu’tey’s hand pulled you close by the nape of your neck, signaling you to keep going. Your stomach turned in a pleasant pain, when he groaned into your mouth. A few sloppy kisses were exchanged before you were pushing him back into a tree.

Tsu'tey couldn't resist you any longer, the passion that had been building up inside him finally erupting as he kissed you with all the desire he had been trying to suppress. His free hand roamed over your body, pulling you into him, not caring about the pain he felt in his injured arm.

But as the intensity of the moment grew, so did the guilt that Tsu'tey felt. He knew that what he was doing was wrong, that he could never give you more than this, no matter how much he wanted to.

“Y/N,” he pulled away, breathless, “I can’t do this to you.”

“It’s okay,” your voice hitched, his pitiful gaze on you, “I’m okay.”

Tsu’tey pursed his lips, his eyes slowly tracing your features. He had never before noticed the intricate pattern of stripes on your forehead, which formed a unique shape right in the center.   He had never paid attention to the way your freckles glowed like stars in the night sky, something he had always loved to admire before drifting off to sleep. And the way your eyes glistened with a threat of tears, as you feared rejection.

“Please,” you pleaded with him, “Don’t pity me.”

He took a deep breath and let it out before slowly leaning into you. Your heart raced, as he nuzzled into your neck, his eyes shutting in surrender. Tsu’tey then pressed a soft kiss to the crook of your neck, hand grazing your back. Your heat felt uncomfortably abandoned under his touch, and you pressed your thighs together, attempting to get some sense of relief. The movement caught Tsu’tey’s attention, and he frowned, pulling away to observe you. But it wasn’t long till you distracted him with another kiss, scared of him changing his mind.

The sharp pain reminded him of his injury the second he tried to reach for you with his left arm. Tsu’tey suddenly realized that despite the lust he felt, he was too weak, too restricted to give in fully. So, when your hands reached for his loincloth, he swatted them away, gently pushing you off. 

“What’s wrong?” you asked softly.

“I want to take care of you,” he admitted, his hand finding its way to your waist. It was his turn to make you feel good.

It was embarrassing how effortlessly Tsu’tey made you forget to breathe. He played a game of cat and mouse with you, giving in one moment and then changing his mind the next. But you desired him so intensely that you simply nodded, letting him turn you around and lower you on the ground. You didn't resist as Tsu’tey settled in behind you, his back pressed against the tree.

“Sit here,” he ordered, pointing to the spot between his legs.

You scooched back quietly, leaning your back against him. Tsu’tey shifted slightly to adjust to his broken arm, before pressing a kiss to your temple. You relaxed, eyes closing, as his fingers gently caressed the skin under your skimpy top, grazing the already hardened nipples. Tsu’tey continued planting kisses to the side of your face, when his hand moved in between your thighs and parted them. He untied your loincloth, exposing your cunt to the cold air. 

“Tsu’tey,” your voice hitched at the anticipation of his next move.

His hand quickly left your thighs, now turning your face to him, so he could press a kiss to your lips. When your mouth opened immediately, welcoming him in, you felt his finger pushed down on your button. Tsu’tey caught your muffled groan into his mouth, and pressed down on you, as you tried to wiggle away from the sensation. A low growl vibrated through him as a warning before he gently glided his fingers over your slit, slowly massaging your folds. His palm brushed over your sensitive bundle of nerves, forcing a low moan out of you. Tsu’tey felt his member harden at the sound, almost in disbelief at how sensitive you were to his touch.

The flat of his palm circled slowly against your clit, rubbing lazily against it. You gasped his name, hips unintentionally bucking up into his touch, seeking a rhythm. But Tsu’tey enjoyed the sounds that you made a little too much to give in right away. His touch left you for a second, as he wetted his fingers and brought them back to your clit, starting to flick it. You groaned and moaned, as he kept going, occasionally switching to his palm to rub against your sensitive spot. 

“More,” you pleaded, choking on your own breathing.

Tsu’tey hummed, not rushing to comply with your request, as his lips found their way to your neck again, trailing wet kisses. His hand continued to tease your clit in tight circles, and you felt him smear around some of your wetness. Your moans grew louder, when Tsu’tey pressed two fingers against your bud and started stroking it from side to side, picking up a rhythm. Shivers ran down your spine, and you whined at the overwhelming feeling in your stomach but before you could give into it, his digits pulled away, teasing you down your slit. 

You were growing impatient, desperately wanting to chase the sensation by squeezing your thighs, but Tsu’tey did not like that. He parted your thighs again, throwing his legs over yours and restricting your movements. He meddled with the idea of punishing you for moving before brushing past your swollen folds and lightly slapping them. You whined at the sudden ache, and Tsu’tey had to stifle a chuckle at your reaction. He felt an urge to slap your heat harder this time, to force a louder yelp. By the sound of your painful cry, he knew he had succeeded, when he raised his hand higher and slapped against your folds with more force. A mixture of pain and pleasure started to blur your vision, as Tsu’tey slapped your heat over and over again, making your body convulse. You were panting heavily, when he stopped, and his finger teased your entrance before slipping in, not giving you time to adjust. Your eyes widened at the sensation, and he pushed it further into your tight walls, all the way to the last knuckle.

“Tsu’tey,” you exhaled in a slight discomfort. You had never felt anything inside you like that.

“”S okay, relax, syulang” he said with a husky voice.

Tsu’tey moved his finger, making you clench around him. But it was too tight, so much that he couldn’t help but groan at the sensation, wondering what it would feel like to have you around his penis instead. He pulled his finger out, palm rubbing against your nub, before slipping it back into your hole and pushing as far as he could. You started to whimper, your walls clamping down on him, as Tsu’tey slowly thrusted his digit in and out of you, accompanied by squelching sounds.

You tried to tell him that it was getting too much but your words came out in a sloppy jumble instead, making no sense. Tsu’tey picked up on a faster rhythm with quick sloppy motions, filling the air around you with a mixture of wet squelching sounds and your panting. He was running short of our breath too, violently thrusting his finger into you a few more times, before pulling it out.

“Please…don’t stop,” you whined at the absence of his touch, buckling back. You pressed your bottom into his crotch, as if pleading him to continue. 

“Don’t-don’t do that, sweetheart,” Tsu’tey breathed out heavily.

You struggled to fight the fuzziness in your mind, as you suddenly felt the need to check on him. You turned to look at him through your hooded lids.

“Did I hurt you?”

Tsu’tey shook his head with a low chuckle. He couldn’t contain his amusement at the fact that you were checking on him. It was an unexpected situation anyway, but even stranger, considering that it happened in the middle of such intimate act. He suddenly felt the need to reward you for your worrying.

As you held his gaze, searching for a sign of pain, Tsu’tey caught your lips with his, hungrily sucking and pulling at your bottom lip. Your mind got clouded with the hotness of his skin, which was exactly how Tsu’tey distracted you again. His hand caressed your thighs and sneaked back to your clit, beginning to draw tight circles around it. He enjoyed the way you bucked your hips up into his touch, chasing that sweet taste of pleasure.

As you buckled up again, Tsu’tey rubbed your swollen bud with a force, then picked up on a steady rhythm. It wasn’t long till you felt the tension building up in your pit again, and you pressed the side of your face into his chest, feeling hot in your cheeks. His fingers were expertly fiddling with your nub, his motions speeding up. Small whimpers were escaping from your mouth, and Tsu’tey couldn’t help but groan at the sight of you nearing your release. His penis was pulsating, as he started rubbing your button more roughly.

“Need you,” you trembled, gripping his thighs with your hand.

Your hips were jerking out of control, chasing that feeling building inside you, your body tensing up, with in a sharp intake of air. The painful tension broke down into a wave of pleasure, spreading from your heat to the knots in your fingers and toes. 

You held your breath, squeezing your eyes shut at the immense sensation. Tsu’tey exhaled behind you, feeling the way you shivered underneath his touch. He rubbed your oversensitive clit again, pushing you over the edge, and you whined, squirming under him. It was too overwhelming, almost painful. You tried to squeeze your thighs, your hole clenching and pulsing around nothing, juice flowing out of it like a nectar.

“Stop, Tsu’tey…stop,” you gasped, as he slowed his motions on your sensitive spot.

Your hand swatted at his, and Tsu’tey chuckled before finally pulling it away. Your chest sank in big heavy pants, and his lips were on you again, hand caressing the soft skin of your tummy, and moving up to your chest. You breathed heavily, when he squeezed your breast in his palm, a satisfied smirk finding a way to your lips. When he kissed the side of your face again, you turned your face to capture his lips. Tsu’tey hummed in satisfaction.

“I need you to-” you pulled away from him, still a little breathless, “I need you to relax too.”

You wiggled your legs from underneath his, and shifted to sit sideways. Before your hands could even reach for the ties of his loincloth, Tsu’tey stopped you.

“Not now,” he shook his head.

“Then when?” you raised your eyebrows, “When you’re healed?”

He chuckled at your desperation. Tsu’tey couldn’t deny or hide his arousal from you but it was amusing to watch you figure out the reason for his rejection.

“Maybe.”

You let out a small sigh, your lips settling into a contented smile. But as you remembered the upcoming ceremony, you quickly rose to your feet, hastily tying your loincloth. Tsu’tey watched you shamelessly, feeling at ease with the knowledge that you now had a piece of him too. Even if it wasn’t going to be permanent. 

“We should head back now to make it in time for the ceremony,” you mumbled, “I promised to help.”

Tsu’tey nodded, standing up too. But there was something different about it when he met your gaze. No words were exchanged as he followed your lead, back into the cove. You couldn’t shake off the feeling that this wasn’t the end yet.

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chapter 2

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From one of the Team. The identity of the mystery brunette walking hand in hand with Sam Heughan in London on May 29, 2024 has been revealed!

Remember the pics we got from Just Jared of Sam Heughan and mystery brunette from May 29, 2024. 👇

Well, I've been told by one of the Team that her name is Lauren Marie. Age 29ish. Here is her IG account. 👇

Definite match.

She's American. Some are saying she's an escort. But as we saw with other women Sam has dated, lots of models get put on x rated sites but it's only their pics used. Even Cait has had this happen to her. I showed this in my posts when Sam dated Gia. She was featured on an escort site but it wasn't her, they were just using her picture. I don't know if that's the case here. I will investigate tonight when I'm done with work. And I'll post what I find. Let's not jump to any conclusions. And let's not badmouth Sam or Lauren. If you want to do that, there are other accounts for that.

So, my peeps, go check out her IG and she's also on TikTok. 👇

I'll be back later with more...

[fadedncity]

if you let me

talk to my skin (part 1)

wc: 18.6k

pairing: jaemin x fem!reader

cw: smut, fwb!au, friends to lovers (fr this time!), non idol au, college au, softdom!jaem, alcohol consumption, use of marijuana, use of psychedelics (lsd), lil possessiveness, teasing, fingering, biting, oral sex (giving/receiving), face sitting, morning sex, period sex, shower sex, mentions of masturbation, semi public/car sex, somnophilia, dirty talk, pet names, praise kink (!!), lil degrading, multiple orgasms, creampie, cum eating, overstimulation, unprotected sex, consensual sex while under the influence, mentions of other idols, porn with way too much plot 

a/n: i didn’t expect this to be as long as it is and I didn’t expect to take as long to write as it did 😭 but i hope y’all enjoy it as much as i had fun writing it! <33

[2:38 PM] FRIDAY

"What are we doing about drinks tonight?" Rina asks.

"Eunji got a bottle of vodka," Meera tells her.

"You think Jeno still has that bottle of patron? Ask your man if he does," Rina nudges you. 

"You have his number, you ask him," you scoff, "And he's not my man," you grumble.

"How do you even know who I was referring to?" Rina asks with a smirk.

You lightly shove her, rolling her seat away before you pick up your phone to see the notification you received. 

[2:42 PM] jaem:  you still in class 

[2:42 PM] you:  sadly yes  this has quite literally been the longest day of my life 😖

[2:43 PM] jaem:  once it's over you should come over and maybe sit on my face to make you feel better 😇

Your stomach somersaulted, and you put your phone down, taking a breath before picking it back up.

[2:45 PM] you:  jaemin i stg  i hate you 

[2:46 PM] jaem:  no you don't 

[2:47 PM] you:  now why's that 🤔

[2:48 PM] jaem:  cause i just got more of that blue coffee strain that i've been waiting to smoke just with you 🙄

You can't fight the smile that comes to your face.

[2:49 PM] you:  ig i'll be over in 20 🙄

"I'll see you guys later," you tell Meera and Rina as the three of you reach the student parking lot.

"Where are you going?" Rina asks before you begin to depart from them.

"To see her man," Meera teases, resulting in you flipping them off as you walk in the opposite direction, towards Jaemin's.

[3:04 PM] 

The door to the house swung open before you could even raise your fist to knock. Jeno stands in the doorway, looking like he's on his way out. 

"Hey, Jen," you greet him.

"Hey," he smiles at you. 

"You going out?" you ask. 

"Yeah, I'm heading to the gym with Hyunjin and Bomin," Jeno answers, "Everyone else is already out and probably won't be back until later, so..." he looks you up and down, and smirks, "You two have the place to yourselves for a bit. I'll see you later."

"I'll see you, Jeno," you say, looking at the Taurus suspiciously as he walks to his car.

Just as you're about to walk into the house, Jaemin appears in the doorway.

"What's wrong?" Jaemin asks, seeing your expression.

"Jeno. He was being weird," you say as you enter.

Jaemin shrugs.

"Did you tell him?" you ask, following him into the kitchen.

"Tell him what?"

"About this—Us?"

"No," Jaemin says. "But I mean it's not like we're being the most discreet. So if he were to notice something and ask me about it, I wouldn't lie to him."

"Jaemin," you whine.

"What?" he mocks your tone. He sweetly smiles as he grabs your hands, "You're telling me Rina and the rest of the council don't already know?" he asks.

"Their nosy asses pried the information from me," you mumble. but if we all recall correctly, there was no real prying involved. 

"It's not like we're doing something wrong. We're both consenting adults. What's the point in having this terribly kept secret?" he says, placing a kiss below your jaw.

"Because.." you can't find the words, "It could make things weird."

"How?"

"We're friends, Jaem," you try not to let a moan interrupt you.

"And?"

"This isn't exactly what friends should be doing,"

"I mean, it can't be too bad, if it feels so good," he says in your ear. "But if you don't wanna-" he begins to pull away from you.

"No, no," you tug on his shirt, pulling him back to you, bringing a smile to his face, "Never said that." You press your lips to Jaemin's before he leads you to his room.

[5:27 PM]

You stir in your sleep, grumbling when you feel the pain in your shoulder from lying on it for too long.

Registering the soft beat of the music playing in the room, you begin to blink your eyes open, remembering this isn't your room.

You find Jaemin with his back to you, sitting a little further down the bed, his laptop in front of him.

"Whatcha working on?" you ask, alerting him you're awake.

Jaemin lowers his laptop screen as you try to peek over his shoulder but only get a glimpse of the pictures he was editing. 

"Hey!" you frown.

"It's a surprise," Jaemin tells you.

"Jaemin," you pout.

"Two weeks isn't that long, sweetheart. You can wait," he shrugs.

"Booooo. You're no fun," you roll your eyes.

Jaemin stands to place his laptop on his desk. He shoves his hands in his pocket as he walks back over to the bed but only stops at the foot, silently staring at you. 

"What?" you ask, worried you had smudged mascara under your eyes or something.

"Nothing. I just like looking at you," the corners of Jaemin's lips curl up. 

"What, you think half my makeup on your pillow and bed head is hot?" you joke, suddenly nervous, feeling like he's looking into your soul.

"Yeah, cause you're hot," he grins.

"Shut up, Jaemin," you turn your back to him. 

"No," he grabs your hip, rolls you onto your back, and hovers over you, "I like getting you all like this," he grins, "All embarrassed and flustered. It's adorable." 

"Now you're just teasing."

"I thought you liked it when I teased you."

Your face grows warm as he smiles at your flustered state.

Jaemin leans down and kisses you, your hands instantly finding his hair. One of his hands travels down your body and reaches under your shirt, the feeling of his fingers trailing up your torso sending goosebumps all over your skin. Jaemin hums approvingly when he finds you wearing no bra and cups your breast in his hand. You give up the fight for dominance, letting Jaemin's tongue slip past your lips. He lightly traces his finger around your areola, slowly circling the perky bud. He teasingly pinches your nipple between two fingers allowing a moan to slip out of your mouth.

"Do you want me to stop teasing you now?" Jaemin asks.

"No. Please keep going."

"Look at you, baby. Already so desperate for more."

Jaemin slowly trails his finger down your stomach toward the waistband of your sweatpants. He moves his hand to your thighs, softly squeezing them while pulling them apart. Jaemin's hands purposely take their time as he traces the apex of your thigh before cupping your sex over your clothes. He watches your reactions as he runs his finger along your slit, making you feel how uncomfortably wet your underwear has gotten.

A whimper from you brings a dangerous smirk to Jaemin's face.

"Jaem, please no more."

"No more what?"

"Teasing. Please just touch me."

"Like this?" he slips his hand into your pants, softly petting your clit.

"Yes, please just like that," you tell him.

Jaemin hums, feeling the wetness between your legs, easily slipping a finger in before adding another.

Your soft whimpers start to grow louder. Jaemin quiets you with a finger to your lips.

"Shh, some of the boys are back," he tells you, "So if you don't want them to hear you, you're gonna have to be quiet, okay, bunny?"

Unable to produce any sounds other than moans, you just nod. Your eyes roll back when the heel of Jaemin's palm rubs against your clit while curling his fingers expertly. Your fingernails dig into his bicep as you feel the pleasure coursing through your veins.

Jaemin enters a third finger, loving the feeling of your soft walls pulsing around his digits.

You bury your head into Jaemin's neck, trying to muffle your moans with his shirt, resorting to biting down on his shoulder when that doesn't seem to work.

Jaemin groans, feeling the way your body reacts to him, "Fuck, baby, you gonna cum for me already?"

You just nod, holding onto Jaemin as that coil in your stomach grows tighter. Jaemin hears your muffled pleas, your body unable to hold back from squirming as you feel your orgasm approaching.

Your legs close around Jaemin's hand, his fingers still wiggling inside of you as you cum. You curl yourself into Jaemin, letting yourself revel in the high and come back down.

Feeling Jaemin press kisses to your temple brought your face out of his neck to let him kiss your lips instead. You whine into his mouth as he slowly moves his hand away from your sensitive pussy.

"Did so good for me, angel," he says, looking at his fingers, glistening with your slick before taking them into his mouth.

Such a sight shouldn't turn you on as much as it does.

You grab his face and bring his lips back to yours. You feel his body pressed against yours but still want him impossibly closer. You almost don't hear the knock on the door, too preoccupied with thinking about his dick growing hard against your thigh.

With an annoyed grumble, Jaemin stops kissing you and purposely pulls your legs over his lap when he tells whoever's on the other side of the door to come in.

"Renjun wants to know if you're throwing for drinks," Chenle enters without looking up from his phone.

"How much?" Jaemin asks.

"$10," he replies.

Jaemin reaches into his pocket and gives Chenle the cash.

"What about you?" Chenle then asks you.

"What about me? This isn't my party. I don't live here."

"You might as well. You eat our food and smoke our weed." 

"Our?" Jaemin furrows his eyebrows.

"Come on, Chenle, don't act like you don't love seeing my pretty face all the time," you grin.

Chenle rolls his eyes, "I don't know how you put up with her," he says to Jaemin before leaving.

"You love me, Lele!" you yell after him.

Once the door shut, Jaemin turns back to you, cupping your jaw. But just as he was about to kiss you, your phone rang.

"Hello?" you answer.

"I'm here," Meera says.

"Okay, I'm-" you're cut off.

"Hi, Meera," Jaemin says, taking the phone from you.

"Hi, Jaemin. You kids have fun?"

"Yeah. Only smoked a little, then was able to get some edits done since someone decided to take a nap," Jaemin teasingly pokes your sides. 

"Was she snoring?" you hear Meera ask.

"Excuse you. I do not snore," you defend.

"No, but you talk in your sleep sometimes," Jaemin tells you. You gasp, shocked at this new information. "Don't worry, baby, it's cute." he kisses you.

Meera gags from the other end. "Alright, I'm hanging up now. Tell her to hurry up!" she says before ending the call.

"Wait, you're leaving me?" Jaemin whines with a pout.

"Uh, did you think I was wearing this tonight?" you motion to your shirt and sweatpants.

"I don't see anything wrong with this," Jaemin shrugs.

You roll your eyes, "It won't even be that long. I'll be back here in two hours tops," you kiss the pout on his lips before leaving, and meeting Meera outside. 

You had barely just gotten into the car when Meera recites, "'Don't worry, baby, it's cute.'"

"Don't start," you warn her.

[10:35 PM]

Now when you said two hours, you probably should have clarified that that would be how long it would take you to get ready. But considering your best friends tend to lose track of time when alcohol is involved, taking a few shots before heading out should have been the first indicator that the night would start later than you originally anticipated.  

Before you even entered the house, you were worried the boys would get a noise complaint, but none of them seemed to share your concerns, as most of them were well beyond gone by this point.

It doesn't take you long to find Jaemin since he's seated in front of the TV in the living room, playing Mario Kart with Jisung, Haechan, and a few others.

Jaemin glances at you before taking a double take as Rina drags you along to the kitchen. You smirk, winking at him as well.

"Dude, come on, we're waiting on you," Haechan nudges Jaemin, breaking him out of his daze.

"Give me a second," Jaemin quickly stands from the couch and makes a beeline for the kitchen.

Jaemin finds you, along with Rina, pouring a mix of things on the counter into plastic red solos.

You down most of what's in your cup, thankful you can't taste the alcohol, and actually enjoy the drink before turning around and almost crashing into Jaemin.

"Hi," he cages you against the counter.

"Hello," you smile, holding onto his shoulders and balancing yourself. 

Jaemin can tell by your bubbliness and grin on your face, you're further on the tipsy side.

"I think it's been longer than two hours you've had me waiting, pretty girl," Jaemin tilts your chin up toward him before letting his eyes fall down the rest of your body, taking in your outfit.

"I'm sorry," you say sweetly, "Someone couldn't decide on which shoes went with her dress," you look over at Rina.

"Look, if I wasn't satisfied with my outfit, I would've made it everyone's problem tonight," Rina says before knocking back a shot and wandering off to socialize.

Jaemin can't take his eyes off you. The haze from smoking just minutes before you arrived now has his mind clouded with nothing but thoughts of you. "Couldn't even be mad if I tried," he brings his lips closer to yours, "Not when you look this fucking good. All I wanna do is-"

"Jaemin, get your ass in here before we start without you!" you hear Minjeong's voice yell from the living room.

"We aren't finished," Jaemin says to you.

"I'm not going anywhere," you tell him.

. . . 

You had lost track of time about three drinks and two spliffs ago. 

Smoke filled the kitchen, the one window open all the way, doing next to nothing to actually air out the room. You could feel yourself getting higher with every passing second you stayed in there.

You're brought out of your daze when Kayla approaches your corner, "Hey, have you seen Jaemin?" 

"I think he went to get more drinks out of Jeno's car," Eunji answers. 

"Why?" Rina jumps in to ask. 

"Nothing urgent. He just owes me a rematch," Kayla answers with a smile before walking off.

Rina nods suspiciously, eyeing the girl as she floats around the kitchen. 

"Is she trying to make a pass at your man?"

"What? No, he's not even—Wait," suddenly, a sick feeling rises in your stomach, and you doubt its from the alcohol, "No way she is-"

"You remember freshmen year?" Eunji asks. 

"Her and Jaemin freshmen year?" Rina emphasizes. 

"Okay, but that was years ago," you say. 

"And I hear she still doesn't stop boasting about hooking up with Jaemin. Like she was the one to discover the eighth wonder of the world or something," Aeri tells you.

You laugh, "I mean, it is that good-" Rina pinches you, disparaging your joke, wanting you to be more serious about this. "Ow! What!? You really think I'm worried? I trust Jaemin already has in mind who'll end up in his bed by the end of the night anyway," you smirk as you finish the rest of your drink. 

"Yeah, but Kayla doesn't think there's anything to stop her from restaking claim on that eighth wonder." 

"Enough with that fucking analogy," you hop off the counter, now clearly annoyed. 

You were not jealous. No, no, never that. But you couldn't admit out loud that your friends' words helped stir the feeling of possessiveness boiling inside of you. 

Jaemin enters the kitchen with cases of beer, settling them on the table before his eyes scan the room. Once they find you, he smiles.

In your peripheral, you see Kayla approaching Jaemin, and you're already moving across the tiled floor to Jaemin before you can even think about it. 

Neither Jaemin or Kayla have the chance to say anything as you kiss Jaemin, catching him and everyone else off guard. But shock quickly leaves Jaemin's body when he feels your lips against his, and kisses you back, grabbing your waist.

You circle your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss and letting Jaemin's tongue slip into your mouth. The both of you are too caught up in the heat of it to care for all the people witnessing the entire thing.

Coming back to reality, you pull away with his bottom lip between your teeth, making him slightly groan. Jaemin looks at you with a dark gaze before you slip out of his arms. 

You wipe off your lipgloss from the corner of his mouth, turning to Kayla, "You said you were looking for him for something?" you ask before walking away, leaving her and Jaemin both speechless.

Returning to your friends' corner of the kitchen, you quickly search for another drink. Aeri immediately hands you hers, and you knock back the liquor. 

"That was…" Jisung's at a loss for words.

"Unexpected," Yangyang finishes.

"Hot," Eunji says.

"Unexpectedly hot," Rina partially jokes.

You don't hear Jaemin approaching you from behind and jump when you feel his chest against your back.

"Come to my room in five minutes," he says in your ear.

By the time you turn around, Jaemin's already walking away, shooting you a wink as he makes his way up the stairs.

"There's no way you actually believe that. Rise of the Skywalker doesn't have shit on Rogue One!" Minjeong continues.

You used the heat of Minjeong's Star Wars debate with Keeho to unnoticeably slip away from the party.

You follow the familiar path to Jaemin's room to be quickly pulled inside before you can even reach for the doorknob. Jaemin's door slams shut with your body pinned against it. You can feel your pulse rapidly beating the closer Jaemin's face got to yours, his lips only a breath away from yours.

"You really thought you could do something like that and just walk away like it was nothing?" Jaemin asks lowly. 

"Kayla seemed like she had something important to tell you," you shrug, "What'd she have to say, anyway?"

"Wanted a rematch in Mario Kart," he says. 

"So why are you in here with me and not out there giving her what she wants?" you ask. 

"Cause I already know what she wants. But I've made it very clear that me and her are just friends."

"So are we," you say. 

"But this—you and I—is different," Jaemin says.

"How?"

"Because it was freshmen year, and Kayla and I were never really seeing each other. Just fucking."

"Ah, yes. Just good, meaningless, hot sex," you nod.

"Exactly. Meaningless," Jaemin made sure to enunciate every syllable of the last word.

"Are you saying this means something?"

"Yeah, it can," Jaemin's gaze drops to the floor for a second, "If you want it to," he sheepishly smiles at you.

You smile as you slide your hands up to Jaemin's shoulders and kiss him. The loud music playing and noisy people in the house all fade into oblivion with Jaemin's lips pressed sensually against yours.

Jaemin brings you to his bed, sitting on the edge before pulling you into his lap. Jaemin roughly grabs your thighs in his hands, sliding up your skin higher and higher. Your fingers tangle in his hair, bringing him impossibly closer. He cups your jaw, pushing his tongue past your lips, tasting the mix of juice and alcohol lingering with a hint of smoke on your own.

"Gotta admit, though, you're even hotter when you're jealous," he grins. When Jaemin leans in to kiss you, he finds himself chasing after your lips.

"Jealous??" you raise your brows, "Nah ah, I don't do jealous. Possessive, I'll take, but jealous??" you scoff.

"Well, whatever you wanna call it, angel," Jaemin slowly guides your hand down his body, "Just know that it's all you—only you who's doing this to me," your hand lands right over the zipper of his jeans, allowing you to feel the outline of his cock, growing hard.

A grin breaks out on your face, and you grab Jaemin's neck, pulling him back in, roughly kissing him. 

He falls back onto the bed with his lips still on yours. Jaemin slips his hand between your bodies, feeling your wetness through the thin layer of cotton.

"Already such a mess for me, angel," he teases.

"S'all just for you."

Jaemin pulls your panties to the side, satisfied with the warm slick he feels on his fingers. Your breath grows uneven when he slowly circles his thumb around your clit.

"Want me to do something about that?" Jaemin asks.

"You can do whatever you want," you try to keep yourself together.

"I want you to sit on my face," Jaemin says between kisses.

You freeze and pull away from him. You don't know how to react other than to burst out into laughter. Jaemin only smiles when he hears your laugh, but the look in his eyes tells you he isn't just saying some stupid shit cause he's high.

"You're serious?" you stop laughing.

"I was pretty serious earlier, and I still am now. Besides, when have I ever said something didn't mean," Jaemin tells you while rubbing his hand up and down your back.

You tug your lip between your teeth, growing excited at the thought; your underwear definitely ruined at this point.

All you can do is say, "Okay," with a nod.

Jaemin's hands that were previously toying with the material of your skirt are now bunching up the fabric, pushing it up your hips.

You slide your underwear down your legs without breaking eye contact with him, dropping them somewhere on the floor.

Jaemin places his hands on your hips once you crawl your way up his body. He smirks, licking his lips, about to direct you onto his mouth before you stop him. "Wait."

"What?" 

"I've never done this before," you tell him, sitting back on his chest.

"Do you want to?" he asks, softly running his hands over your thighs.

"I mean, yeah."

"Then, come on and take your seat, princess," Jaemin grins. 

"What if I hurt you?"

"You're not gonna," he softly smiles, "But even if you do, I wouldn't mind suffocating by these thighs," he kisses your inner thigh. 

"Jaemin," you whine. 

"I'm just kidding...partially." 

"You better start kicking and screaming if something's wrong," you tell him sternly.

"I will. I promise." 

You begin to lower yourself onto Jaemin's face, but then he wraps his arms around your thighs, bringing you down onto his tongue. You moan loudly, feeling the wet muscle lick between your folds, and Jaemin moans too. The taste of you flowing into his mouth like a never-ending fountain. 

"Jaemin—ah," you grab onto his hair, "that feels so fucking good." 

Jaemin hums in response, swirling his tongue around your clit. You throw your head back, and your hips start mindlessly rocking against Jaemin's tongue. You hear a muffled groan from the man beneath you, and you lift yourself off his face. 

Jaemin has a drunken grin on his face while his mouth and chin are wet with your juices, his hair stuck up in different directions from you pulling on it. 

"Why'd you stop?" he asks, breathless. 

"I don't know, I got scared. I thought you couldn't breathe," you said. 

"Baby, I'm fine. Don't worry about me," Jaemin says, eager to get you back on his mouth. "You're thinking about it too much again."  

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. Just focus on me," Jaemin tells you before lowering you back onto his mouth. 

You sink your teeth into your bottom lip as Jaemin captures your clit between his lips. Jaemin never takes his eyes away from your face, watching the worry melt into bliss. You can't help your hips from moving on their own accord, riding Jaemin's face as you chase your orgasm. 

Teasing your slit with the tip of his tongue, you feel the vibrations from beneath from Jaemin laughing at your protests against his antics. The wet muscle slips inside of you, feeling your soft walls pulsing. 

"Yes-fuck, Jaemin," you screw your eyes shut and throw your head back, "Please, don't stop," you move your hips faster. 

But then Jaemin locks his arms around your thighs, keeping you from moving.

Because of how laid back he usually is, it becomes easy for you to forget that Jaemin is no stranger to the gym and frequently visits along with his best friend. A broken moan rips from your throat, feeling Jaemin use his strength to restrict your movements and keep you right where he wants you. 

"Cum for me, angel," he says, briefly coming up for air.

Your fist in Jaemin's hair roughly grabs at his roots, causing him to moan against your clit, the euphoria shooting up your spine like an electric shock. You can feel his arms flexing around you to keep you from crushing his head as he laps at your folds.

It wasn't until Jaemin felt your body trembling and your hips attempting to pull away from his mouth, did he free you from his hold. You exhaustedly collapse onto the bed next to him.

"Oh my fucking god, Jaemin," you pant, your eyes fluttering shut.

Jaemin laughs, rolling over to face you. He cages you in with his arms and studies your fucked out state from your hazy eyes to your thighs slightly twitching, still reeling from the intensity of your orgasm. He lowers himself to kiss your face.

"You feeling okay?" Jaemin asks.

"Much better than okay," you tell him.

"Good," he kisses you, "Come on," he then moves off you.

"Wha- Where are we going?" you sit up.

"Back to the party?" he says.

Your eyes fall to the bulge in his pants before flicking back to his face.

"I'll be fine. We've been missing for too long anyway," Jaemin began straightening out his clothes.

"Jaemin," you pout, grabbing his hand.

"Aht, don't worry about me, angel," he tells you, "I definitely got what I came for," he says with a kiss.

You grumble, knowing his ass is just as stubborn as you. It's become abundantly clear that he enjoys giving more than receiving, but you can't help that it makes you want to give just as much if only he would let you.

Jaemin watches you start the search for your underwear before stopping you, "Leave them," Jaemin says, "They'll only be coming off again later," he smirks.

You look at him with your mouth slightly open, already feeling the heat pooling in your lower stomach all over again. He gives you a second to pull yourself together before taking your hand and leading you back out to the party. 

"Did your room somehow move across the city? The fuck took you so long?" Ningning asks the second you and Jaemin enter the living room, snatching the rolling papers out of Jaemin's hands.

"Sorry, got sidetracked," Jaemin says, sitting on the couch.

"Sidetracked fucking-" Haechan starts before Meera slaps his arm.

"Leave them alone," Meera scolds her boyfriend.

Jaemin didn't give you a chance to think before pulling you down into the spot next to him, keeping his arm around you.

For the remainder of the party, Jaemin mostly stayed at your side, keeping you within arms reach until he could have you to himself for the rest of the night.

[9:51 AM] SATURDAY

When Jaemin woke up, he knew he was fucked.

You were peacefully sleeping beside him, your chest slowly rising and falling with every breath you took. Goosebumps appear over your arms and legs as the AC kicks on, and your hardened nipples poke through the t-shirt Jaemin gave you to sleep in. 

"Fuck," he lowly curses to himself, desperately willing away the boner growing in his underwear. 

Jaemin could take care of it on his own. It's not like he's unfamiliar with having to slip away from you to take care of an issue that was indirectly caused by you. The first instance being all those months ago, when you first started messing around before you made it clear you were just as open to giving as you were receiving.

Now would be no different, except Jaemin can already imagine the pout forming on your face if you were to know he did so himself instead of letting you. But Jaemin couldn't find it within himself to wake you, knowing how quickly you knocked out last night after he completely wore you out. So a solo quickie in the bathroom is what it's gonna have to be for now.

One problem, though, is you're lying on one of his arms. 

Trying his hardest not to wake you, Jaemin tries first, slowly moving away from you toward the edge of the bed so he can quickly take back his arm.

Jaemin starts to hear soft murmurs fall from your lips as you begin to stir, and he stops moving. Once he confirms you're still asleep, Jaemin tries again, almost getting his arm completely free. 

But as a chill runs through you, you move back, seeking the warmth of his body again, putting Jaemin back at square one. 

With all the sudden movement, your eyes flutter open, and you look over your shoulder at Jaemin. 

"Good morning," you smile, seeing he's already awake.

"Morning," Jaemin tries not to focus on the fact that your ass is flush against his erection, "Sleep well?" he asks. 

"Uh huh," you nod through a yawn before stretching, causing your ass to rub against Jaemin's crotch. "Seems like you did, too," you raise an eyebrow, now, very much aware of his hard cock resting against your backside. 

"Would've taken care of it if you weren't holding my arm hostage," he tells you. 

"What would you need to do that for when I'm right here?" you twist your torso, even more, to look at him. 

"Didn't wanna wake you," he says. 

"Would've been the best way to wake me," you press your lips to his.

You slip your hand between your bodies, finding his clothed cock and palming him over his boxers.

Jaemin groans into your mouth, tugging your bottom lip between his teeth as he ruts his hips into your hand. You push the waistband of Jaemin's boxers down far enough to let his length spring free, grasping his throbbing cock in your hand.

"Fuck, angel," he groans as you twist your wrist, slowly jerking him.

Jaemin's free hand trails up the backs of your thighs before sneaking between them to discover you must've had a dream as good as Jaemin's, considering how wet you already are and he hasn't even done anything to you yet.

"Dream sweet dreams of me, bunny?" Jaemin teases.

"Uh huh," you mumble against his lips.

"I make you feel this good in your dreams?" he asks, moving your panties to the side and rubbing your clit. 

"No, this is so much better."

A moan bubbles in Jaemin's throat, feeling you squeeze the base of his cock. You try not to lose concentration and swipe your thumb over his slit leaking with beads of precum, and a raspy curse falls from Jaemin's lips.

"Fuck, sweetheart, you're gonna be the death of me," he says.

"Jaemin, please."

"What, pretty girl?" he asks, "You know if you want something, all you gotta do is ask for it."

You whine, hating that Jaemin loves putting you on the spot like this because he enjoys seeing you all flustered.

"I want you."

"I'm right here, baby," Jaemin says softly, "You want me to do something to you?" he asks, teasingly tracing the seam of your lower lips. 

"Yes."

"You wanna feel me inside?"

You nod.

"Like this?" he asks, sinking two fingers into your pussy.

You hum, your eyes fluttering shut; Jaemin all too well-versed in knowing how to play your body like a fiddle.

"More," you tell him.

"You want my cock, angel?"

"Yes," you nod, "Please." 

Jaemin wastes no more time with your panties, pulling them to the side and lining his cock up with your entrance.

The raw feeling of skin against skin without the latex barrier causes you to become more and more grateful for the conversation you and Jaemin had a few weeks ago about using condoms, knowing neither of you are sleeping with anyone else, and you completely trust Jaemin. Because the feeling of him entirely—every ridge, curve, and vein—buried deep inside you had your head spinning.

You sharply gasp, arching your back as Jaemin slides into you. He buries his head into your neck, sinking his teeth into your skin. Your eyes roll back, and you try to grab onto whatever you can.

Resting his hand on your hip, Jaemin slowly slips out of your pussy before filling you right back up.

"Jaemin~" you mewl.

"You like that, princess? Is this what you wanted?" he asks.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes—thank you, Jaemin," you screw your eyes shut and grab onto his arm.

"Anything for my angel," he kisses you.

Once Jaemin finds a steady rhythm to work at, he grabs your leg, pulling your knee toward your chest. The new position allows you to feel the delicious drag of his cock against your walls. Your shallow breaths quickly melt into small whimpers and moans as Jaemin toys with your clit. Reaching behind you, you grab his hair, your lips meeting in a sloppy, desperate kiss. Jaemin angles his hips, hitting your sweet spot with precision, making you moan.

"Jaemin, oh my god-"

"I know, sweetheart, I know," he slows down, "But if we don't wanna wake anyone, you gotta be quiet for me," he tells you.

You bit down on your lip, suppressing the noises threatening to spill from your lips. You could hear how uneven Jaemin's breathing had become as your walls pulsed around him.

"You're doing so good for me, baby," he kisses your cheek, "You gonna cum?"

Untrusting of your voice, you only nod.

"You feel so good—fuck. So fucking tight and wet," Jaemin rasps in your ear while working your clit with his thumb.

You force your face into the pillow, muffling your cries as you cum around Jaemin's cock.

You can hear the heavy breathing and grunts from the man behind you, feeling your pussy choke his cock in a vice grip.

"Shit," Jaemin hisses, slipping out of your overstimulated cunt.

You quickly replace Jaemin's hand with yours, curling your fingers around his shaft. You move to situate yourself between his legs, taking his dick into your mouth without a second thought.

"Fuck, angel," Jaemin runs a hand through his hair, "You're so fucking good for me," he throws his head back against the headboard. 

You flicker your eyes up toward him, taking in the way his brows furrow and abs contract with every slow movement of his hips.

"You're gonna make me cum," he warns, stroking the back of your head.

You moan, taking more of him down your throat until tears are pricking at your eyes. You use your hand to squeeze the base of his cock while you hollow your cheeks around the rest of what you can fit in your mouth. Jaemin lifts his head, looking down at you, lost in your own little world, seemingly enjoying this as much as he is. 

That was enough for Jaemin to shoot warm ropes of cum down your throat.

Jaemin's sensitive cock twitches against your tongue, watching your pretty lips slide off his dick, licking the drops of his cum off the corners of your mouth before swallowing.

"Since when were you such a morning person?" Jaemin asks, catching his breath.

Sitting up on your knees, you crawl into his lap. "I'm not. Just a really horny one," you wrap your arms around his neck.

Jaemin laughs against your lips, holding your hips.

A knock on the door startles you, pulling you away from Jaemin. "If you two are done fucking, breakfast is ready," you hear Rina's voice.

"Oh my god," your eyes widen, "I wasn't even that loud, was I?" you ask in horror.

"You weren't exactly quiet," Jaemin says.

"Yeah, no thanks to you," you roll your eyes.

"So now this is my fault?"

"Yes," you answer, getting off him.

You stand and suddenly become aware of the ache in your legs. Jaemin places his hands on your hips to steady you, ready to follow you out.

As you make your way downstairs, the smell of weed hangs heavily in the air, and you can hear some sort of disagreement in the living room over the music playing from the kitchen, letting you know almost everyone is awake.

Great.

"Good morning," you enter the kitchen with Jaemin close behind you.

"Must've been a good morning for you indeed," Meera says, and you pinch her as you pass by her.

"Save me a seat," Jaemin whispers, kissing your cheek and lightly tapping your ass before joining the wake and bake sesh going on in the living room. 

You can feel the eyes on you as you move around the kitchen, making yourself a plate of food. Rina, Meera, and Kali all wait until you sit down before they begin.

"So, last night was…interesting," Meera starts.

"What makes you say so?" you ask.

"For starters, you missed everything with Kali and Chenle last night-" Rina begins. 

"Aht, aht, this wasn't even supposed to be about me, and there's nothing to even tell," Kali cut her off. 

"That game of truth or dare said otherwise..." Meera mumbles behind her coffee mug. 

"It was your idiot boyfriend's idea to play that stupid game," Kali spits back defensively.  

"Well, it certainly is surprising to still see you're here this morning. And that shirt is looking vaguely familiar. I'm pretty sure I remember seeing Chenle wearing it when I was here yesterday," you tease Kali.

"I was too fucked up to go home last night, and he let me borrow it so I wouldn't have to sleep in my dress," Kali explains.

"Sounding familiar?" you ask Meera.

"Just a little," Meera nods. 

"Anyway, what we're actually here to discuss is whatever almost went down last night between you and Kayla," Kali says.

"Oh my god," you roll your eyes, "Whatever over-exaggeration Rina already told you, just imagine that but ten times less dramatic."

"Oh, come on. The look you had on your face, if Kayla had been two seconds faster, her ass would've ended up knocked out right in that spot," Rina says, pointing to almost the exact same spot you kissed Jaemin last night. 

You laugh before flinging a piece of bacon at Rina.

"That is so, not what would have happened," you shake your head, "But it doesn't matter now anyway since Jaemin made it very clear, they are nothing but a memory in the past." 

"How clear?" Meera asks. 

"Clear enough, I forgot why I was even bothered by the third time he made me cum last night," you grin as the memories flash back in your mind. 

[4:26 PM] TUESDAY

A soft knock on your door brings you out of your slumber. You mumble a response to whoever's on the other side of the door, telling them to come in.

Jaemin's voice fills your ears as he calls your name, and you lift your head to look at him.

"Jaemin?" you rub the sleep out of your eyes.

"Hi, sweetheart," he sweetly smiles at you.

"What are you doing here?" you ask, afraid you forgot plans you made with him.

"Eunji said you weren't feeling good, so I came to check on you," Jaemin says, and before you can ask, he tells you, "I caught Rina on her way out and she let me in."

"You didn't have to come all the way over here, Jaem," you smile at him, "I'm fine," you say before groaning as your muscles contracted, "This shit ain't nothing I'm not used to," you bury your face into your pillow, wishing the pain would quickly pass.

Spotting the bottle of Motrin on your nightstand, Jaemin asks, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"No, not really," you finally feel the tension ease up.

"You sure, baby?" Jaemin rubs your leg soothingly. 

"Unless you have something in mind, Nana," you smirk. 

Jaemin grins as he pulls your legs apart, situating himself between them, and hovers over you. He lowers himself to plant a soft kiss on your lips. The quick little pecks quickly escalate into a full-on makeout, your legs locking around his waist as he grips your thigh.

"Someone's eager, huh?" 

"Maybe I'm just a little needier today," you tell him. 

"Not an issue for me at all," he says, slipping his hands under your hoodie.

Goosebumps rise on your skin, feeling his fingertips softly brush your sides, sliding your hoodie up your torso. Jaemin starts kissing down your body, beginning to reposition himself between your legs.

"Jaemin, wait," you stop him, and he snaps his head up at you,

"What? What's wrong?" he asks, concerned.

"I'm on my period," you tell him.

Jaemin nods, "I know. I figured that much when Eunji said you could barely get out of bed today because how bad your cramps were," he kisses your lower stomach. 

Compared to your previous hookups, Jaemin had already exceeded your standards, and even now, he continues to raise them.

Wow, the bar really is in hell.

But as you stay quiet, still taken aback by his response, Jaemin pulls away from you.

"But, obviously, if you don't want to, I understand, baby," he kisses your hand.

"No, I do. It's just…"

"What?"

"I don't know. Other guys made me feel weird about it. So I guess I wasn't expecting you to not care."

"Of course I care," he softly kneads your thigh, "that's why I want to."

"What about the mess?" you pout.

"You really think a little blood bothers me?"

"Evidently not," you say, "But I just put these sheets down," you whine. Now it seemed like you were the one making up excuses. 

Jaemin laughs, "I could always go grab that towel from my car," he says, "Or better yet…" he gets off you and disappears into your bathroom. You hear the shower turn on before Jaemin comes back. Sitting up on your elbows, you watch as he grabs the back of his shirt, tearing it over his head. "Come get in the shower with me," he instructs before dropping his pants, leaving himself naked in front of you.

Jaemin smiles as you gawk over his figure before he leaves your sight, going into the bathroom. You rise from the bed and begin undressing as you follow his steps.

Entering the bathroom, you feel the humidity clinging to your skin as you close the door. Jaemin stands under the shower head, letting the water run down his body as he watches you through the glass door, undressing yourself the rest of the way. More steam pours out as you open the door and step into the shower. Wet strands of hair hang over Jaemin's eyes as he stares at you through his lashes. 

Watching the water roll down the contours of his body has you pressing your thighs together.

"It's rude to stare, angel."

"Sorry," you snap out of it, shaking your head.

Softly smiling at how cute you are, Jaemin holds his arms out for you, "Come here."

Shortening the already small distance between you, you walk into his arms and let him embrace you. Water dripping from the ends of his hair land on your nose and cheeks with how close you are to him.

You grab Jaemin's face as he circles his arms around you. You bite down on his lip with a squeal, feeling the water hitting your back when he switches spots with you, putting you under the stream of water. Jaemin laughs as he directs you to turn away from him and pull your back against his chest.

"I've got you, sweetheart. Just relax for me," Jaemin kisses the side of your neck.

You let the warm water cascade over you, seemingly easing your tense muscles as Jaemin kisses your skin.

You lean against Jaemin's firm chest as he snakes his arms around you. His hands slowly move from your hips, sliding up your torso to cup your breasts. You begin softly mewling as Jaemin kneads the tender flesh. He feels your hardened nipples under his touch and softly tweaks them between his fingers, making you moan and arch into his hand.

"Oh, baby," he coos, "You're so sensitive," you felt him smile against your ear.

"Feels good," you crane your neck to look at him.

"Yeah, want me to keep making you feel better?"

"Please," you nod at him.

Jaemin presses his lips to yours as one of his hands slips between your thighs. You whimper, shuddering in his arms, feeling his middle finger softly stroke your swollen clit.

You grab Jaemin's hair, deepening the kiss as you roll your hips against his hand. He smiles against your lips, swallowing your moans when he sinks one of his fingers into your warm cunt.

"Yeah?" Jaemin asks, watching your brows furrow as your mouth drops open, silently moaning.

"Yes, Nana, please give me more."

"As you wish, sweetheart."

Jaemin adds two more fingers at the same time, your pussy sucking in his three digits. Your back arches away from his chest, and Jaemin flexes his arms, keeping you flush against his body.

The pain in your lower abdomen subsided, quickly replaced by the coil in your stomach tightening.

Jaemin ignores the fatigue in his arm, still curling his fingers against your gummy walls, repeatedly hitting your sweet spot. He uses his other hand to focus on your clit, pressing his fingers to the stimulated bundle of nerves and rubbing calculated circles.

"Jaemin, please, oh my god-"

"Gonna cum for Nana?"

"Mhm—I'm so close."

"Go on, baby, let go for me."

Jaemin lets you rest all your weight on him as you slump against his chest, letting your orgasm wrack through your body. He kisses your shoulder, easing you through your come down.

Turning your head to find Jaemin's lips, you slip your tongue into his mouth. He softly wraps his hand around your neck to keep you there, tangling his tongue with yours. You rest your hand over his, holding your throat, saying, "Please, fuck me," you whisper against his lips.

"I love how pretty you sound begging for me."

"Please, Nana, I need you so fucking bad." With how unpredictable your emotions have been all day, you thought tears might actually start falling from your eyes if he kept teasing you like this.

"It's okay, bunny. I'm right here."

Jaemin has no trouble guiding his cock into your pussy as he holds eye contact with you, watching your face melt into bliss. A low growl-like sound emits from Jaemin's chest as he buries himself inside you.

"Holy fuck, princess, you feel so fucking good. I could keep your pretty little pussy wrapped around me all night."

The thought alone causes a new wave of arousal to flood between your legs, and you're thankful for already being in the shower.

"Jaemin," you moan.

"Not if you keep saying my name like that, though," he groans, slowly adjusting his hips. "But that's okay, baby. You can cockwarm me another time," he says, and your walls flutter around him, "Of course, you'd like that," he smiles.

Anything you had thought of saying is erased from the forefront of your mind, feeling Jaemin draw his hips back before pulling you back onto his cock. Fully sheathed inside you, it feels like he's impossibly deep inside your guts. Beyond the running water and yourself, you could hear wet skin hitting against each other as Jaemin pounded into you from behind. You don't have much to ground yourself with, holding onto the tiled wall.

"How're you feeling, bunny?" Jaemin asks against your neck.

"Good. So fucking good," you cry, "T-Thank you…thank you, Nana," you stutter as he slows down, the tip of his cock softly stroking your sweet spot.

"Nana's got to make sure his princess is all taken care of," Jaemin kisses your temple.

"Nana, please," you pant.

Jaemin smirks, watching your eyes roll back when his hand returns to your neck. This time gently squeezing the sides of your throat.

"You close again, angel?" he asks in your ear. 

"Please," you beg.

"Touch yourself for me."

"Jaem-"

"You wanna cum, don't you?" he asks. You nod, and Jaemin guides one of your hands to your core, "Then let me feel you make your pretty little pussy cum on my cock."

It was hard enough to stand on your own, let alone focus on touching yourself. In contrast to Jaemin, your fingers weakly rubbed your clit with sloppily uncoordinated circles.

"That's my good girl," Jaemin hums, feeling the way your pussy chokes his dick as he thrusts into you. "Cum for Nana," he tells you.

"Jaem!" You desperately reach for him, one hand tangled in his hair while the other left red scratches down his forearm. 

With your legs shaking from the intensity of your orgasm, Jaemin secures his firm hold to keep you upright. His soft grunts fill your ears as your pussy pulses around his cock, making it harder to resist the urge to cum inside you. You feel Jaemin's cock twitch against your walls, brushing your abused g-spot when he quickly slips out of your cunt. You hear Jaemin's breathy moans as he jerks himself in his hand, cumming on your lower back.

"Fuck," you tiredly fall against the tiled wall.

"How are you feeling now?" Jaemin asks, pulling you away from the wall and turning you to him.

"So much better," you say through shallow breaths. "Thank you, Jaemin."

He kisses your forehead, "Now let's actually get you cleaned up."

[6:42 PM] SUNDAY

"Ow! You just pricked me!" Haechan exclaims. 

"If you weren't moving, I wouldn't have," Rina grits through her teeth. 

"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" Haechan asks.

"Of course I fucking do. This is my major!" Rina now purposely pricks Haechan's arm with a sewing needle, "Mimi, I swear to god, I'm going to sew your boyfriend's mouth shut," she turns to Meera on the couch. 

"I'd really appreciate it if you didn't. Hyuck's real good at using that mouth for more than just talking," Meera smiles proudly.

"Oh my god, please stop," you cover your ears and roll off the couch. 

Not wanting to hear what Haechan could have possibly said back to his girlfriend, you go down the hall to bother Kali and Jaemin.

You peer your head into the bathroom to see Jaemin leaning over the side of the tub while Kali washes the dye out of his hair with the detachable showerhead. 

"Hey, pass me that towel," Kali points to the towel hanging on the door.

Handing her the towel, you ask, "How're you doing, Jaem?"

"None of my hair has fallen out yet, so that's a good sign," Jaemin replies. 

Once Kali rings all the water out of Jaemin's hair, she securely wraps the towel around his head and allows him to stand to his full height. 

"Can I see?" you ask like an impatient child. 

Kali pulls the towel off Jaemin's head, ruffling his hair to get the rest of the water out. 

"Oh my god," your eyes widen. 

"What do you think?" Kali asks. 

"You like?" Jaemin asks, wiggling his eyebrows. 

"I love," you nod, fighting very hard to resist the urge to run your fingers through his vibrant pink hair yourself.  

Throwing the towel back on his head, Jaemin follows you down the hallway back to the living room.

"Jaemin, please tell me you're done," Rina sighs.

"Kali still needs to cut and blow dry my hair," Jaemin answers. 

"Damn it. Where's Jeno when you need him? What about Renjun? Is he still studying?" Rina asks.

"I'm not even here," Renjun quickly passes through to the kitchen. 

"I'm still right here, you know," Haechan places his hand on his hip. 

"Can I get confirmation from all of you you're coming up to lake house this weekend?" Chenle says the moment he enters the house.

"We're doing that this weekend?" Rina stops hemming Haechan's pants. 

"This is the last week of the semester. Did we not agree this weekend after Jaemin's exhibit?" Renjun asks. 

"That's this week too??" Rina stands up. 

"Yup," Jaemin nods, ringing the water out of his ears. 

"Oh my god, I don't have anything to wear for any of this," Rina frustratedly ran her hands through her hair.

"This might be a crazy idea, but you could always make something," Chenle says. 

"With what time? I still have to finish this and three other outfits for this final project by Wednesday," Rina says. 

"Don't you also have to finish my dress for Thursday?" you wonder out loud. 

"Fuck!" Rina stomped her foot. 

"Hyuck, take off your clothes," Meera stands from the couch. 

"Right here in front of all of them, baby? You know I'm not opposed to putting on a show as long as everyone else is okay with it." Haechan says, reaching for his girlfriend. 

"No, dummy," she lightly pushes him away, "Take off these clothes and go put some of your own back on, so Rina can take a break," Meera says. 

Rina sighed, "I can't-" 

"You need to take a break before you stress yourself out more than you already have. I'm not too bad with a thread and needle so I'll help you with whatever, okay?" Meera offers.

After Rina agrees to taking a brief break, a joint magically appears with the words, "Don't say I never do anything for you," from Chenle.

"Shit, I really needed this," Rina drops her head to the back of the couch as she expels the smoke from her lips. "Jaem, you want?" she asks as she passes the joint off to you. 

"You know I could never say no," he replies. Joining the rest of you in the living room, Jaemin comes over to you and moves your legs out of the way, making room for himself on the couch, and you hand him the spliff. 

"Thank you, beautiful," he takes the joint from you.

Your eyes find themselves glued to Jaemin, watching him take a long drag, letting the cherry burn bright orange for a few seconds. You take in the way the pink fringes of hair frame his face, the new color and cut complimenting him well.

But you're torn out of your thoughts when the front door opens, and Rina jumps to her feet, "Jeno, thank god! Please, I need you, please!" she begs.

"Didn't think she'd be so impetuous when she confessed this," Meera mutters before being met with a pillow to her face, thrown by Rina. 

"Uh..yeah sure. What do you need?" Jeno asks. 

"First, your measurements," she spins him around and starts measuring his shoulders.

Jaemin makes himself comfortable, draping himself on top of you. 

"I've missed you," Jaemin mumbles into your neck. 

You laugh, softly threading your fingers through his damp hair, "How? I've been here for the past four hours."

Jaemin lifts his head, "Yeah but I couldn't give you much of my attention. I'm sorry," he pouts.

"Babe, what are you sorry for? I'm fine, not upset," you reassuringly smile at him. 

"Still, four hours I spent not really with you...Not touching you," you notice his eyes fall to your lips, "Drove me to near insanity." 

You press your lips to his, and Jaemin hums, satisfied into your mouth. 

Jaemin only stops kissing you when he's hit in the back of his head with another pillow thrown by Rina, "If you two are not going to be of any help please exit my workspace and go get a room," she says.

"Gladly," Jaemin gets off the couch, grabs your hand, and leads you to his room. 

"Wait, Jaem, I still need to give you a blowout," Kali called after him.

"Don't worry Kal, I think I have that covered," you wink as you follow Jaemin up the steps.

"Oh my god, you guys are so gross!"

[7:36 PM] THURSDAY

"How late are we?" you ask as you exit Eunji's car. 

"Only a few minutes, but we look good, so there's nothing wrong with being a little fashionably late," Eunji says. 

"Especially you," Eunseong says to you, "Rin, you absolutely outdid yourself. And when the fuck can I get one of these?"

"Please give me at least a week before I can make anything else with these hands," Rina said as you all entered the art gallery. 

"Did we miss anything?" Eunji asks when you all find Meera and Haechan first. 

"Just some rich white woman's speech," Meera answers. 

"Perfect, so we missed nothing," Ningning laughed. 

"Where's Jaemin and the rest?" you ask.

"Last we saw Jaem, he was over there. Everyone else is everywhere else," Haechan tells you. 

The other three stay back to keep talking with Meera and Haechan as you break off from them to find Jaemin. You tried prioritizing your search for him but couldn't but get distracted by the exhibits around you. The sculptures, paintings, photographs, and drawings displayed all over the gallery had you in awe of the work created by your fellow classmates.

Your eyes land on a picture that seems familiar to you. Getting a closer look, you realize it's a picture of Haechan and Meera from a few months ago when you all went to a music festival. You remember that day vividly. It had only been the second day of the festival, and half of you were struggling to cure hangovers from the previous night. Meera and Hyuck seemed to be the only ones sober enough to actually enjoy the performances as they sang and danced with one another. It was the intense passion the two have for one another that you could feel through the picture. Jaemin makes the point to emphasize the emotions in the photo with everything out of focus, your two friends being the center of it all. 

You continued looking at the rest of Jaemin's work and noticed your appearance in the photos becoming more frequent as you moved in what you assume is the chronological order of when the pictures were taken. 

Jaemin sees you as he speaks with a few sponsors and swiftly excuses himself. He tries to push every inappropriate thought he has, seeing the high slit in the dress and material accentuate every curve of your body.

"He's got a good eye, don't you think?" Jaemin asks you.

"He does," You turn to him and smile. "I'm curious, though, why us?"

"We had to choose an emotion we see every day; happiness, anger, sadness, frustration, fear, love," Jaemin tells you, "I know none of us would put up with one another if we didn't like each other on some basis, but I think the way we express our love to one another is comical, but I also think it's beautiful."

"I love that," you smile. 

"Can I show you my favorite one?" he holds his hand out for you.

Taking his hand, you let Jaemin lead you through the rest of his collection until he stops in front of one of the pictures. It was a photo of you. It was big enough that it would take up most of your bedroom wall. You know it was taken not that long ago, remembering that outfit and the party you wore it to. With everyone else dancing, smoking, and drinking around you, you had been the only thing in focus. You can even bet you knew what song you were dancing to by the smile on your face. 

"Jaem, when did you take this?" you ask him. 

Jaemin smiles, "You and Aeri were too far into the song to even notice," he shrugs, "I don't know, I just couldn't take my eyes off you and just took this on my phone."

This is quite literally the most beautiful picture of you ever taken, and Jaemin just snapped it on his phone amid the chaos you remember of Eric's party while most definitely not sober. 

"Why include this picture?" you ask. 

"It's my way of showing everyone else the way I see you," he said. 

Oh….Oh?

You have no chance to say anything as an older woman approaches the both of you, "Jaemin, I'm still finding it hard to believe these weren't done by a licensed professional with this level of artistry," she says, looking around at his work before leaning into Jaemin and speaking lowly, "I'm not really supposed to say anything now," she looks around, "But that summer internship is practically yours already." 

"Wow, that's so great to hear, Mrs. Walters," Jaemin smiles as he shakes her hand before she turns to you. 

"Oh, and I recognize you from most of the photographs. Is this your girlfriend?" she asks. 

You look at Jaemin, and he looks at you before smiling and squeezing your hand. 

"Yeah, she's my girlfriend," Jaemin says. 

"How wonderful. Such a beautiful couple," Mrs. Walters smiles at you. 

You both thanked her before she was called away, "Again, amazing work, Jaemin. Can't wait to work with you this summer. And lovely meeting you, sweetie." 

You nod, barely hearing anything that had just come out of her mouth, still hung up on what had come out of Jaemin's 

He just called you his girlfriend?? Jaemin? Girlfriend? You?…Jaemin's girlfriend. 

You thought you might possibly explode from the sheer happiness boiling inside you. 

You don't realize you've been smiling at Jaemin for quite a minute until your cheeks start hurting. You need to tell someone right now before you absolutely lose it in front of Jaemin and everyone else. You attempt to walk away until Jaemin pulls you back to him instead of letting your hand go. 

"Girlfriend—You just…called me your girlfriend," you stumble over your words.

"I did," Jaemin nods, "Was that okay?"

"Say it just one more time for me."

"My beautiful, gorgeous girlfriend."

"I love it," you kiss him, "Now please let me go scream about it in the bathroom." 

Jaemin laughs, kissing you one last time before letting you go. 

You immediately find Rina by a sculpture that very closely resembles Jeno. How many side gigs does this man have? But you waste no time asking questions about it right now and link Rina's arm, taking her to the bathroom. As you pass Eunji talking to Kara by the bar, Rina snatches Eunji, bringing her along.

"What happened? What's wrong?" Eunji asks as you start pacing around the bathroom.

You stop in your tracks, "Jaemin just called me his girlfriend," you tell them.

Rina's eyes widen before she screams, inducing you and Eunji to scream as well.

The acoustics in the bathroom make the three of you sound like a party of twelve until you realize that you three aren't alone as Meera and Kali exit the big stall, followed by a cloud of smoke. 

"Congratulations, babe. I'm so happy for you," Meera throws her arms around you. 

"Jeno said people can hear us out there," Rina reads the text he sent, "But who cares cause my baby is finally boo'd up!" she grabs your face and kisses your cheek. 

"Okay, guys, I just needed to get out there before I literally passed out but I'm good now so we should get back out there," you say. 

"Anyone want a hit before we go?" Kali takes her cart out of her bag.  

"Don't mind if I do," Rina takes the pen.

"Where'd this come from?" you ask before taking a hit. 

"…Chenle gave it to me," Kali answers. 

"And the pieces fall into place," Meera mumbles.

"What??" Everyone snaps their attention to her.

Meera brushes it off, "Nothing." 

. . . 

You made sure you didn't get too high, considering you're still out in public at a somewhat formal event. You returned to Jaemin and stayed by his side the rest of the night, your hand in his.

As you all exit the gallery and fill out into the parking lot, Jaemin asks, "Can I drive you home?" 

"Yeah," you nod and start walking to Jaemin's car. 

"Hey! You two, we have an early morning tomorrow, so you better-" Eunji yells after you. 

"He's only driving me home!" you yell back. 

As he drives, Jaemin rests his hand on your thigh, keeping the other steady on the wheel. You can't tell if he's doing it purposely or not, but with each soft squeeze or subtle inch he moves his hand up higher you bite your lip harder attempting to keep your composure. You can feel your insides quivering as you refrain from pressing your thighs together. You look over at him and already regret that decision with how fine he looks in the light of each passing streetlamp. 

Stopping at a red light, Jaemin turns his head to see you already looking at him. He softly smiles at you and takes your hand from your lap, interlacing his fingers with yours. He kisses the back of your hand, keeping his hand in yours as the light turns green. 

Jaemin reaches your street and parks a few houses down from yours. 

"Thank you for coming tonight," Jaemin says. 

"Baby, you know I wouldn't have missed this for anything," you say before kissing him. "Too bad you can't come up. Eunji's making us clean the whole house before the trip."

"And I'm driving tomorrow, so I really should go home and get some sleep," Jaemin says but makes no move to leave you.

You kiss him and unbuckle your seatbelt. But before you can exit the car, Jaemin locks the door.

You laugh, "Jaemin."

"Don't go just yet."

"Okay."

He leans over the console and grabs the back of your neck, crashing his lips into yours. 

Jaemin lowly curses, pulling away from your lips, "Guess if I can't bring you home with me, I'll just have to take you in here," he licks his lips, "Get in the backseat."

"Unlock the door," you tell him. 

He unlocks the doors, and you exit the passenger's seat. Jaemin comes around to your side of the car and grabs your waist before you get into the back.

"Wait, let me look at you for a minute," he practically undresses you with his eyes, "Really regretting not following you into the bathroom instead. Would've loved the chance to fuck you in this dress tonight. Goddamn," Jaemin rasped, and you could feel yourself getting wetter with each of his words, "And Rina made this?"

You nod, smoothing out the dress, "Perfection, ain't it," you sway.

"You certainly are," Jaemin kisses you, "Remind me to thank Rina," he kisses your neck, "And possibly apologize for when the day comes and I tear this thing off you," he firmly grabs your ass, "Too bad it can't be today," he pouts.

Jaemin follows you into the backseat of his car, closing the door behind him. You push his jacket off his shoulders, tossing it to the front seat to keep it out of the way.

Jaemin cradles the back of your head as you lean against the window, keeping you from hitting it as you're too distracted with kissing him. You wrap your arms around his neck while sucking his bottom lip into your mouth. He pulls away, and you tug on his lip with your teeth lightly before letting go.

"Allow me the pleasure of making you cum at least once tonight," Jaemin says, rubbing his hand up and down your bare thigh.

You all but moan at his words. Nodding, you say, "Please, Jaemin."

Eager with anticipation, you watch Jaemin's hand slowly glide up your inner thigh, gently guiding your legs apart. His hand disappears beneath your dress, inching closer to where you desperately need him.

Jaemin inquisitively hums when his fingers brush your slick-covered folds, making you shudder.

"No panties, angel?" Jaemin asks. 

"The lines would've ruined the dress," you say, trying to keep your hips from chasing after his hand.

Jaemin groans, clenching his jaw, "I really should have fucked you in that bathroom," he says. As he feels your slick dripping onto his hand, Jaemin continues to egg you on with his words, "Would have bent you over that countertop, fucked you from behind. Make you look at your pretty face while I ruin your pretty little pussy." 

You let out a pathetic whimper as your legs shut with Jaemin's hand still between them, using the pressure of his fingers against your clit to provide yourself with some sort of relief. 

"Oh, you really would have enjoyed that, wouldn't you?" Jaemin smiles, pulling your legs apart. "If only all those people knew my pretty angel was such a slut," he says, sliding a finger into you. 

You moan, throwing your head back, and Jaemin's lips attack your neck. He sinks his teeth into the sweet spot below your ear, and you arch into his touch, grabbing his hair.

Kissing his way back up your throat, Jaemin studies your face as your expression twists with pleasure.

"This is definitely a sight I can't get tired of," Jaemin kisses your jaw. "My baby taking my fingers so well," he adds a second before adding a third.

"Jaemin—fuck, please don't stop," You bury your face into Jaemin's neck as you grind your hips against his hand.

"I would never, bunny," Jaemin quickens the pace of his fingers while keeping your clit stimulated with his thumb. You reach for Jaemin's wrist to ground yourself and can feel the muscles flexing in his forearm as he feverishly finger fucked you.

"Please-oh my god, I'm so close," you gasp.

"Yeah, baby? Cum for Nana." 

You cum with a cry of curses, and your entire body feels white hot. Jaemin continues to finger you, and you can hear the obscene squelching of his fingers pumping into your sopping pussy as you cum on his hand. You start to toe to the border of overstimulation as your body shakes, and you push Jaemin's hand away from your pussy.

"Okay, it's okay, angel," he says, snaking his arm around your waist and pulling you fully into his lap. You keep your head buried in his neck, securely curling your arms around him. Jaemin hugs you tightly, softly rubbing his hand up and down your back.

You finally lift your head and rest your forehead against his.

"You okay, baby?" he nudges your nose with his.

"Yeah," you smile. You grab Jaemin's jaw and kiss him passionately. "But I should probably get going before Eunji sends out an APB for me," you joke.

"I know," Jaemin laughs, "I'll walk you to the door."

He holds your hand the entire five-second walk to your front door. 

"Goodnight, Jaemin," you kiss him. 

"Goodnight. I'll see you tomorrow," he kisses you one last time before heading back to his car. "You're also riding with me, by the way, if that wasn't clear already," he points at you. 

"I didn't think you'd have it any other way." 

"Goodnight, angel," Jaemin winks as you turn your key in the door. 

You're met with Rina and Eunji in the living room, sorting their freshly cleaned clothes as they pack their bags. 

"Did you two get lost or end up taking the long way home?" Rina asks. 

"Jaem must've missed the exit," you say.

"You left before us," Eunji narrowed her eyes.

"Must've missed a few exits," you shrug, "Jaemin loves the dress by the way," you say as you head to your room. 

"I knew he would," Rina grins. 

[8:12 AM] FRIDAY

Having been awake for the past hour and a half, courtesy of your beloved roommate, you, Rina, and Eunji are running on schedule for once and had all your things downstairs, waiting for Jaemin, Haechan, and Chenle to arrive with the rest of your friends. But with it being so early and having to wait for everyone else to get picked up before you three do, you end up falling asleep on the couch, vowing to only close your eyes for a few seconds. 

30 minutes later, you wake up to the sound of a car horn honking outside before Rina has the chance to let you know herself that everyone's outside.

You grumble, rising from your nap, "That better not be-" 

"You already know it is," Rina says as you follow her outside with your things to greet your friends. 

"Hyuck, unless you've mastered how to drive with only one hand, I suggest you take that one off the horn before you lose it," you say, annoyed as you roll your suitcase towards Jaemin's car

The Gemini sticks his tongue out at you, and you flip him off. 

"Come on, baby, play nice," Jaemin says, picking up your things and packing them into his trunk.

"It's too early in the morning for his shit," you scoff. 

Jaemin's able to remove to scowl from your face with a kiss to your lips before you're startled by another car honk. 

"Sorry, hand slipped," Haechan smiles as you narrow your eyes. 

"Jesus, Rina, what the hell do you have in here? We're only staying for five days, not three weeks," Jeno says as he carries her bag to the back of Jaemin's car.

"Not even that much. You know, the essentials; clothes, toiletries, makeup, my rolling tray, my bong-" Rina starts listing off before Kali interrupts. 

"Wait, where's Eunji?" Kali asks, sticking her head out of Chenle's car. 

That is a great question. 

"Why do things with us always have to be like herding sheep," Renjun shakes his head, slumping against Haechan's car. 

He's right. It's like a class field trip, even with only the fourteen of you, always bound to lose track of at least one person. 

Just as Meera starts taking a head count, Eunji reappears with a coffee in hand. 

"Are we waiting for something?" Eunji asks. 

"Yeah, you," Yangyang says. 

"Well, I'm here now. We can go," Eunji smiles once Jisung helps pack her duffel into Chenle's car. 

"Let's make sure we have everyone first." 

After you count the five heads in Chenle's car, four in Haechan's, and the last five, including yourself, in Jaemin's, you climb into Jaemin's passenger seat. 

"Hey, I thought you said I could have shotgun," Jeno says. 

"I said you could have shotgun on the way over here. I already promised it's hers for the next few hours," Jaemin tells his best friend. 

"Sorry. Girlfriend rules," you tease Jeno with a wink. 

"Girlfriend rules," Jaemin shrugs.

Jeno shakes his head with a laugh and closes your door before getting into the car next to Rina in the seat behind you. In the furthest backseat, Eunseong finally wakes up when Jeno slams his door a little too hard. 

"We there yet?" Eunseong groggily asks. 

"We're just about to leave now, babe," Rina looks over her shoulder at Eunseong. 

She nods and lies back down, "Wake me when we get there," she quickly falls back asleep. 

[1:52 PM]

Chenle takes out the keys to his uncle's lakehouse and enters, all of you following in behind him. 

"We've already agreed that the drivers get their own rooms. But the rest of you guys have the other five to choose from-" Before Chenle can finish, Rina grabs your hand and pulls you up the stairs to look for a room. "The biggest one is mine!" Chenle yells after you two.  

You trail behind Rina as she looks through each room you pass before finding one with a good view of the water.

"This one is definitely ours!"

Rina was quick to stake her claim on this room, unpacking her things as soon as she decided. 

A knock from the other side of the door, followed by your name, catches both of your attention. 

"I wasn't sure where you wanted me to bring your bags, so I'm just gonna leave them out here, okay?" Jaemin says. 

"Okay, thank you!" you yell back to him. 

"Oh, shit, I totally forgot about you and Jaemin," Rina says. 

"I already agreed to room with you, it's fine," you tell her. 

"But that was before he was your boyfriend," she says with a smile, "So it's fine, go stay in his room and leave me here all by my lonesome," she dramatically sighed. 

"Shut up, Rin, I'll stay if you really want me to," you say, and she victoriously hugs you, "But I can't promise I'll be actually sleeping in here much," you tell her honestly. 

"That's fair." 

As everyone else claimed their rooms and began unpacking their things, you wandered around the house looking for Jaemin. You reached a room a few doors down from yours, which was slightly open, and peered your head in.

"Jaemin?" you call out to him. 

"Mhm?" you hear him respond.

You enter the room and find him lying on the bed with his eyes closed. You quietly tiptoe over to him and gently climb onto the bed.

"Tired, baby?" you ask. 

"Just a little. Nothing a quick nap can fix," Jaemin says.

"Do you want me to go?"

"Now, why would I want that," he wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer to him. "Did you come to apologize for leaving me for Rina?"

You whine, burying your head in his chest, "Oh my god, don't you do this to me too. I already feel bad enough as it is."

"I'm just kidding, baby," Jaemin rubs your arm, "It's fine, seriously."

"Well, Rina's fine with compromising and giving me up for a few nights if you'd still have me."

"I'd take you any and every way I possibly could," he says suggestively. 

"I thought you were tired," you say. 

"Mhmm…" Jaemin rolls over, lying on top of you, "I'm confident enough in my abilities to make you cum at least once without exerting too much of my energy."

"I'd like to see you try."

[9:20 PM]

"Hey, Ji, where'd you put that bottle of pink whitney?" Eunseong asks. 

Jisung wordlessly moves across the kitchen to the cabinets and reaches to the highest shelf to grab the bottle. 

"You little shit..." Eunseong narrows her eyes 

"It was Renjun who said to keep it as far away from you as possible," Jisung says. 

"That bitch!" she snatches the bottle from Jisung before searching for Renjun. 

You grab your drink and follow everyone else back outside. Stepping out onto the porch, you find Jaemin right where you left him with Rina, Yangyang, and Ningning. 

"Is that what I think it is?" you ask, inserting yourself into the conversation as you sit on Jaemin's lap. 

"If you're thinking tabs of LSD, then yes, it is," Yangyang holds up the baggie of illicit substances.

Jaemin smiles adoringly, watching your eyes widen.

You gasp, "I'm not gonna lie, I've always wanted to try them."

"You wanna trip with me?" Ningning asks, excited. 

"Tonight?"

Before anyone can answer you, Kali and Eunji drunkenly run out of the house; Eunji with the bottle of alcohol in her hand. 

"Nah, tomorrow night. I think some of us have already reached our limit," Yangyang says with a laugh, watching the girls stumble over their own feet as they neared the shoreline. 

"Oh god, what are those two doing?" you ask, concerned for your friends. 

"You guys broke out the pink whitney without me!?" Rina exclaims, standing from her seat and following them toward the bonfire, bringing Ningning in the process before Yangyang trails behind as well. 

Being left alone, Jaemin takes this as an opportunity. He brings your attention to him, softly bouncing his leg beneath you. 

You smile, turning to him before you lean in and kiss his lips, cupping his face. You taste the smoke still on his tongue mixed with the bitterness of the beer he's been drinking. Jaemin slides his hand on your lower back down to grab your ass, making you moan into his mouth. You feel Jaemin's other hand on your leg slip beneath your skirt, firmly gripping your upper thigh. 

But before things can escalate even further, Eunseong runs out of the house. Spotting the two of you away from everyone else, she nudges you before slurring, "You two better get your pretty asses up and join us."

"For what?" you ask.

"Skinny dipping!" Eunseong sprints towards the lake. 

Watching your friends leave trails of clothes along the shoreline and hearing them laugh and splash around leads you to stand from Jaemin's lap and step off the porch. You turn back to him before pulling your shirt off, revealing your bra. 

"You coming, Nana?" you smirk teasingly. 

Jaemin rises from his seat, stalking after you as he takes off his shirt. Once he starts following you, you continue to strip, leading him toward the water where the rest of your friends are. 

[11:16 AM] SATURDAY 

Jaemin watches as your chest rises and falls slowly with each gentle breath you take. His eyes scan the rest of your body, suddenly finding it hard to resist his urges.

The first time the topic came up, Jaemin wasn't sure if you were serious. But when Jaemin brought it up again a few days later, you confirmed the truth with him.

"Would you actually be into being fucked awake?" Jaemin asked. 

You looked up from your phone and then around the room, not knowing where this was coming from. 

"Yeah…" you answered, "I've obviously never tried it but I don't know, the thought alone kinda excites me," you told Jaemin, "Why?" 

"I mean, if you ever do wanna try-" 

"Yes," you didn't even let him finish. 

Jaemin laughed, putting his arm around you, "Okay, princess, I'll keep it in mind." 

Still asleep, you kick the covers off you and move into a more comfortable position as you hug Jaemin's pillow closer to you. The innocent thoughts of how adorable you look were quickly interrupted by sinful ones as a shirt you stole out of Jaemin's suitcase rose up your hips, uncovering your bare lower half.

After your late night swim, the two of you jumped into the shower together before heading to bed, and you had only threw on one of Jaemin's shirts to go to sleep, not feeling the necessity to cover much more of yourself.

As Jaemin rises from the chair to near the bed, your words replay in his head. Just as he's about to climb onto the mattress, he freezes when you roll onto your back, still asleep.

Perfect.

Jaemin gently parts your legs even wider to make space for himself between them. He slowly kisses his way up your thighs, carefully placing your legs over his shoulders so he doesn't wake you yet. Jaemin smiles to himself, seeing your folds already glistening with the morning sunlight entering through the window.

Jaemin uses two of his fingers to part your folds and gives an experimental lick to your clit. Flitting his eyes back up to your face and seeing your eyes still closed, Jaemin resumes, flattening his tongue against your slit, He softly sucks your clit into his mouth, and your breathing becomes shallow. Your thigh twitches, and Jaemin rubs your leg as he teases your hole with the tip of his tongue. Tasting your essence on his buds leads Jaemin to slide his tongue inside you.

Your hips start subtly moving against his face, but he can tell you're not awake yet with how relatively quiet and motionless you still are.

"Nana," you murmur. Oh, so you definitely are dreaming about him. "Please," you whisper.

Jaemin circles his arms around your thighs, pulling you closer to his face, pushing his tongue deeper inside you, wiggling the muscle against your velvety walls. Your back arches, and you start to squirm.

He doesn't care about not waking you anymore, already feeling the way your pussy gushes around his tongue.

Your eyes finally flutter open, and it registers that Jaemin really has his head between your thighs, and you're really waking up to him eating you out right now. You almost cum from the sight alone.

"Oh my god, Jaemin," you throw your head back.

Jaemin moans into your pussy, the vibrations from his mouth sending shocks of electricity up your spine, and your hand flies to his hair, roughly tugging at his roots.

Your legs became restless, yearning desperately to cum on Jaemin's tongue. He pushed your knees to your chest, digging his fingers into the soft plush of your thighs.

"Please, Nana, m'so close," you mewl.

"Cum for me, bunny," Jaemin mumbles against your folds before delving his tongue back in.

Jaemin holds your legs as they start shaking, unable to hold yourself together any longer as your orgasm hits you.

Your hips thrashed against Jaemin's mouth, dragging out the high of cumming on his tongue as long as you could before oversensitivity took over you.

"Holy fuck, Jaemin," you huff, trying to catch your breath.

"Best way to wake you, huh," Jaemin kisses your lips.

"Definitely was," you nod.

[7:09 PM]

After getting ready in your partially shared room with Rina, you both head downstairs, along with Eunji. Jaemin welcomely invites you into his space when you sit next to him, and he snakes his arm around you. 

"Are we all taking some?" Renjun asks. 

"No, not everyone wants to, but even if they did, I don't think we'd have enough anyway," Yangyang answers. 

"How much is this supposed to be?" you ask, taking a tab.

"Less than 15 mcg. Just a microdose," Kali answers. 

"I'm surprised you're sitting this one out. Thought you'd be the first one to want to try acid," Meera says.

"I'm fine being a trip sitter this time. I've already tried it," Kali says.

"When??" Ningning asks. 

"Few weeks ago, me, Yangyang, and Lele had our first trip."

"Lele," you and Meera gave each other a look. 

"Don't start," Kali scolds the both of you. 

"Are you ready?" Jaemin asks, holding his finger up with the tab.

"Yeah," you excitedly smile.

You both place the tab under your tongue and let it dissolve, everyone else doing the same shortly after.

"Okay, now what?" Eunji asks.

"We wait."

. . . 

"Are you okay?" Rina asks you.

You aren't sure exactly when it started to hit, but since you had just been staring at the pattern of Jisung's hoodie because the lines started shifting and warping, you know it's starting to take effect.

You snap out of your daze and bring your focus to Rina, returning to reality with a giggle.

"Yeah, I'm great," you nod, taking a sip of water.

"Yeah?"

"I promise, Rina," you pull her in for a hug, "You know I love you, though, right."

"Of course, and I love your crazy ass just as much," she leaves a smooch on your cheek.

Jaemin enters the kitchen finding you and Rina having your moment in the corner. "Everything okay?" he asks.

"Yeah," you answer, "Are you?" you break the hug, suddenly concerned about him.

"Yeah," Jaemin softly smiles before pulling you into him, "I was just missing you."

"Aww," you gush, kissing his cheek.

"Alright and I'll take that as my cue," Rina reassuringly squeezes your hand before heading back into the living room.

"How are you feeling?" Jaemin asks you.

"Good. I just feel so…good," you sway in Jaemin's arms, your body seemingly unable to stay still.

"Yeah, me too," he nods.

Jaemin wordlessly stares back at you with his dilated pupils as you study him entirely. You can't get your eyes to stay focused on one thing. From the locks of hair flopping back over his forehead as Jaemin runs his hand through it, to the shade of pink his lips have turned as a result of him mindlessly tugging them between his teeth.

"You look really pretty, baby," he tells you.

"Do I not always?" you ask teasingly, leaning against the counter.

"You already know you do," Jaemin nods, "I just can't get over this skirt," he ghosts his fingertips up your bare skin before softly squeezing your thigh.

"Don't start unless you're gonna do something about it, Nana," you smirk suggestively, placing your hand on his chest.

Before Jaemin can respond, Eunseong finally figures out how to connect her phone to Chenle's sound system, and you hear music playing from the living room.

You gasp as the first beat drops, "We need to go, I love this song," you grab his hand and lead him back into the living room.

You couldn't possibly describe the way your body feels right now, with yourself pressed so close to Jaemin's right now as the music and lsd continue to course through your veins. During the transition to the next song, you turn to face Jaemin and wrap your arms around his neck.

You continue to dance in his arms as you subtly break away from the group, Jaemin pulling you aside.

"What?" you ask him.

"You were the one staring at me," Jaemin says.

"Cause you were doing it first," you retort.

"I like looking at you," he smiles.

A beat of silence passes between you two as you stare at your boyfriend. You can't seem to focus on only one feature of his face, "Jaemin."

"Yes, baby?"

"You're very pretty too," you tell him.

"Thank you, sweetheart."

"And I really wanna kiss you."

"Right here in front of everyone, baby?" he asks jokingly. 

"Who cares. It's not like it's anything they haven't seen before," you say.

Jaemin only keeps smiling as he cups your jaw and pulls you in for a kiss. It feels like a jolt of electricity surging through your body, Jaemin's lips on yours.

You moan into his mouth and curl your fingers into his hair, deepening the kiss. As Jaemin's tongue swipes the seam of your lips, he reaches his hand down to grab your ass, and you can already feel warmth pooling in your lower stomach.

"Hey, if you two are gonna start this take it somewhere else. We have children in the room!" Eunji says, covering Ningning's eyes as she giggles, peeking through Eunji's fingers.

"Don't gotta tell me twice," you intertwine your fingers with Jaemin's and make your way upstairs to his room.

You can still hear your friends' laughter and the music from downstairs as the door closes behind you. You moan around Jaemin's tongue when he pushes his knee between your legs, and you grind your hip against his thigh.

"Fuck," Jaemin rasps, "I wanna fuck you so bad."

"Nana," you whine.

He laughs, "What, angel? You know I need to hear you say it."

"I want you to fuck me. So bad, please, Jaem."

Jaemin hums, watching you crane your neck as he tilts your chin upward, "Gonna let me touch you?" he kisses your neck, "Taste you?" he glides his tongue over your skin, "Fuck you?" he says in your ear, leaving you completely soaked.

"Oh my god, please, Jaemin," you desperately drag your hips against his denim-clad leg.

"Love the way my pretty girl begs," Jaemin flexes his thigh to make you shudder, "Get on the bed for me, sweetheart," he tells you. 

Jaemin watches you make your way over to the bed. You teasingly crawl sensually toward the pillows, purposefully swaying your hips, causing your skirt to rise up over your ass a bit. 

You playfully yelp when you feel Jaemin grab your ankles and pull you back toward the edge of the bed. Jaemin pushes your skirt up to your hips and hooks his fingers in the band on your underwear, pulling them down your legs and tossing them to the floor. 

You push your hips back toward him, silently begging him to do something. All the while, Jaemin's eyes were trained on your drooling pussy, leaking with arousal, yearning to be touched. 

Jaemin's thumb runs up your slit collecting your juices on his finger before rubbing your clit. You whine, and it brings a smile to Jaemin's face. He teasingly circles your entrance with the tip of his middle finger before he slips the digit inside of you. Your arms no longer support your upper body, and you drop your head to the mattress, deepening your arch as you feel two of his fingers scissor against your velvety walls. Jaemin watches, entranced with the way your slick coats his fingers as your pussy sucks them in farther. He thinks he can stand here and play with you all night if you'd let him, but the more he hears your desperate pleas of his name, the more Jaemin's resolve weakens. He takes his hand away, and you frustratedly huff. But before you can complain any further, you feel Jaemin's tongue licking a fat stripe from your clit to your slit. 

"Fuck, Jaemin," you grab onto the sheets to brace yourself. 

His fingernails leave little crescent shape indentations on your skin as he firmly grips the plush of your ass. Jaemin traces the outline of your labia with his tongue before weaseling the wet muscle into your pussy. You push your hips back even further against his face, allowing Jaemin's tongue to reach deeper inside you than before. 

You bite down on your forearm, needing to sink your teeth into something. You're unable to keep your body still, so deeply immersed in euphoria. Jaemin roughly brings one of his hands down on your ass, making you moan louder from the pleasurable pain before it fades away. He smirks against your skin, slapping your other cheek, and you cry Jaemin's name.

"Feeling good, sweetheart?" Jaemin asks, replacing his mouth with his hand to speak in your ear.

"Yes, Nana. You're making me feel so good," you arch your back against his chest as he curls his fingers inside you.

"That's what I love to hear. It's all I want; to make you feel good."

"You do, Jaem. Like no one else. You're too good to me," you roll your hips into his hand.

"Too good, mhm?" Jaemin kisses your jaw, "I'm only giving you what you deserve, princess. It's pathetic no one else has ever been capable enough to receive the pleasure of doing this to you—make you scream, make you cry, make you shake." he chuckles as he curls his fingers, massaging your sweet spot, "And they definitely never will now."

"Jaemin, please," you gasp, "I'm so close."

"Is that right? Gonna cum for me, pretty?" he asks, and you frantically nod.

He then drops to his knees and shoves his face back into your pussy.

So close, on the verge of tears, you claw at the sheets, your spine extending even further to move your hips as your grind against Jaemin's tongue. You can feel a mess of fluids slowly making its way down your inner thighs, but Jaemin couldn't care less about his saliva mixed with your juices, dripping down to his face. He spreads your lips and continues flicking his tongue against your clit.

"Fuck, right there," your eyes roll back.

Jaemin firmly wraps his hands around your thighs to hold you as still as possible as he makes you cum. Your toes curl, and you bury your face into the sheets, cumming on Jaemin's tongue.

You think you're going to sink into the mattress beneath. Your thighs shake and attempt to free out of Jaemin's hold once you begin to feel overstimulated. Jaemin leaves one last kiss on your clit before letting your body tiredly collapse onto the bed.

"Aww, come on, sweetheart," Jaemin rubs your thigh, "You're not tapping out on me already are you?"

"Fuck no," you hiccup, "Just catching my breath."

"Good. Cause I'm far from done with you," Jaemin says, joining you on the bed.

You straddle his lap while working to get his shirt off. You tug your lip between your teeth, letting your eyes ogle over his muscular form. Your thighs quiver just from thinking of the things you want him to do to you and the things you want to do to him.

"You're so hot, Jaem," you run a hand down his chest, "It drives me fucking insane."

"I can tell you the feeling's definitely mutual," He cups your ass.

You thread your fingers through the short pink hairs at the nape of his neck, pressing your lips to his passionately. Jaemin moans with a grin when you pull his hair, tugging his head back and giving yourself access to his neck. While you're marking up the side of his neck, you feel Jaemin's hands on your waist, fumbling with the zipper of your skirt.

Kicking off your skirt, you reposition yourself between his legs and leave a trail of kisses down his abdomen. Jaemin watches as you unbutton his jeans and slip your hand into his pants, grasping his cock in your hand. He groans when your squeeze the base before freeing him from his confines, dropping the rest of his clothes to the floor along with yours.

You begin slowly stroking his dick, smearing the beads of precum leaking from the tip along his length. Flickering your eyes up to his face, the corners of your lips turn up as you slide his cock into your mouth.

"Holy shit, sweetheart," Jaemin's lids flutter shut.

You hum, taking more of him into your mouth. Bobbing your head up and down, you twist your wrist, using your hand to cover the rest you can't fit in your mouth. You feel your spit pooling from the corners of your mouth and the fatigue in your jaw, but ignore it for the sake of feeling his dick grow heavier against your tongue.

You feel Jaemin's fingers tangle in your hair, pulling your head back. You release his cock from your mouth with a wet pop, letting it spring back against his lower stomach before standing at full attention. Jaemin pulls your top off you, dropping the last article of clothing between you to the floor.

You take your seat back in his lap while Jaemin's hand finds its way back between your thighs.

"You ready for me, bunny?" Jaemin asks, crooking two of his fingers against your gummy walls.

"God, yes please, Jaem. Need to feel you filling me up so bad," you curl your arms around his neck.

Jaemin hums before taking his fingers away and using your slick on his hand to pump his cock a few times. You lift yourself out of his lap to assist him in guiding his cockhead to your pussy.

Your jaw drops, silently moaning as you sink down onto his dick, letting him stretch you open.

"Oh my god."

"How's that, princess?"

"So good. M'feel so good…n'so full," you slur.

You raise your hips just to sink right back down, to be filled right back up to the hilt. You can't tell if it was the new position or the fact that you're still tripping, but regardless of what it was, you felt like you were on cloud nine.

"God, what a sight you are," Jaemin's hands roamed all over your body. He kneads your breast in his large hands, tweaking both your nipples between his fingers to get a reaction from you. You sharply moan and drag your hips against his.

"Fuck, Jaemin."

"What, baby?"

"Take me," you whisper against his lips.

Jaemin quickly gets you on your back, stroking deeper inside of you before kissing your lips. The kiss is soft and sweet, a great contrast to his next actions. Jaemin pulls out of you, leaving you empty before manhandling you onto your front and pulling your hips into the air. Always being told how much Jaemin loves seeing your face when he makes you cum, you wondered what changed his mind. But it isn't until you lift your head to be met with the sight of you and Jaemin on the bed in the mirror's reflection.

You smirk and lower your upper body to the mattress, arching your back even further to wiggle your ass toward Jaemin. Your eyes meet his in the reflection, and your excitement reaches its peak. Your body jolts forward as a moan slips from your lips when Jaemin smacks your ass before he fills you up again.

You try your hardest to keep your eyes on the mirror, seeing as Jaemin has not taken his eyes away, watching you completely falling apart.

"Nana, please," you bury your face into the sheets.

"You know I'll do anything for you. But you gotta keep your eyes on the mirror for me. Need my angel to see how pretty she is while I ruin her."

"Nana.."

"Can you do that for me?"

"Yes."

"Good girl," he slaps your ass.

Jaemin slides his cock almost all the way out, only leaving the tip before slamming back into you.

Jaemin pulls you back against his chest, and you try to keep your eyes open, feeling how much deeper his cock reaches at this angle. Jaemin slides his fingers into your mouth, and you moan around his digits before he takes them away to rub your clit.

You cry out for your boyfriend, reaching your arm behind and grabbing his hair. Your head rolls back against his shoulder, and your hips start moving in sync with Jaemin's, sinking down every time he raises them, allowing him to hit your sweet spot with precision.

"Please, Jaemin, please, please. Can I please cum?"

"Of course, bunny," he smiles, "Let me see your pretty face when you cum," he cups your jaw, turning your face forward to look at your reflection in the mirror.

The image in front of you is one you would never forget. Strands of Jaemin's rose-pink hair were darkened by the sweat that ran along his hairline. His muscles bulged from holding you up and working his fingers on your clit. Aside from that, you didn't think watching yourself get fucked would turn you on even more. But seeing how your body twitches in his arms, your thighs shaking, and your back arching away from his chest, you find yourself stumbling closer to the edge.

Jaemin watches as the smile stretches across your face, noticing how intently you're staring into the mirror.

"See how beautiful you are," he brings his hand to your neck to watch your eyes roll back, "Taking my cock like a good girl."

You bite your lip with a smile as your pussy flutters around Jaemin's dick.

"Yes, yes, m'your good girl, Nana,"

"Yes you are," he kisses your temple, "Now cum for me," he says in your ear.

With a few more deep thrusts and flicks on your sensitive nub, you cum, keeping your eyes locked with Jaemin in the mirror as you do. Jaemin's fingernails dig into your hips, trying his hardest not to cum just yet.

Your body falls forward, and Jaemin quickly slips his cock out of your pussy, starting to slowly stroke his length.

Once you catch your breath, you roll onto your back to see Jaemin touching himself. You wrap your hand around his dick, taking over for him, seductively looking up at him through your lashes.

"You really want more?" he asks.

"Of course. Especially if you're the one giving it to me."

Jaemin grabs your hips to readjust your body in a better position for the both of you. You direct his cock to your pussy, easily able to slide into you with assistance from your previous orgasms.

You grab the back of Jaemin's neck and kiss him as he bottoms out. You delightedly hum into his mouth, feeling him fill you up again.

"Fuck. You feel so good," Jaemin drops his forehead to yours. 

"Please cum with me," you whisper against his lips. "Cum inside me."

Jaemin raises his head to look at you. "y/n," you know he's being earnest right now, but his tone really couldn't have turned you on even more. "Are you serious?" he asks. 

"Yes," you nod. "Want you to fill me up so bad," you cup Jaemin's face.

Jaemin's cock twitches against your walls, and he groans, his eyes seemingly becoming impossibly darker. He grabs your jaw and crashes his lips into yours.

"You close, angel?"

"Yes."

"You gonna take it like a good girl."

"Yes! Please, Nana, please."

You choke on a moan as your body is hit by the wave of ecstasy. Your legs lock around Jaemin's waist, and he ruts into your heat, chasing his own release.

"Fuck," Jaemin rasps. His hips stutter, and warm ropes of his cum coat your walls.

You pull Jaemin closer and kiss his lips. The both of you struggle to catch your breath for a second, but once Jaemin's cock goes soft, a bit of clarity returns to the both of you.

"How are you?" Jaemin asks.

"So good. So fucking good," you nod at him.

He pulled out of you, and his cum immediately started leaking out of your pussy. You bite your lip to stifle a moan when Jaemin brings his hand to your cunt and spreads your lips apart to watch your pussy clench around nothing and force more of his cum to drip down to your puckered hole. Jaemin uses his fingers to swipe up the mess he helped create between your thighs and brings his cum coated digits to your lips. You eagerly took his fingers into your mouth, sucking off his cum mixed with yours. You moan when he takes his fingers away, leaving a string of spit connecting from your mouth to his hand.

"I'm so proud of you, baby. You did so good for me."

"I can't thank you enough, Jaemin, for everything."

"Oh, angel, come on-"

"I'm serious. You have given me so much, Jaemin. And I don't know how else to tell you I'm truly grateful for everything you've done for me."

"You make me indescribably happy, y/n. Genuinely, I cannot put into words how much you mean to me and how much I want to be yours."

"I thought it was made very clear when you became my boyfriend that you are very much mine. As I am yours."

Jaemin smiles and your heart flutters. Cupping his face you kiss him again, holding him close as if he would just fade away if you didn't.

But as much as you don't want to, you pull away from him.

"I'll be right back," you say against his lips.

Jaemin whines, "Don't leave me."

"I'm gonna be right back, love. Just let me go to the bathroom."

"Fine," Jaemin kisses his teeth.

Flickering in the bathroom light, you gasp, seeing your reflection. Now being in good lighting, you can see how badly your makeup has been ruined—what was left of it at least. Mascara and eyeshadow smudged around your eyes, your blush completely gone, and splotches of your lipgloss in places all other than your lips.

When you come back out of the bathroom, Jaemin watches you move around the room, quickly redressing yourself in the first clothes you can find.

"What are you doing?" Jaemin asks as you slip your underwear back on.

"I'm tired of all this back and forth. I'm getting my shit from Rina's," you say, throwing on Jaemin's shirt.

"Fine, but don't take too long."

"Don't tell me what to do," you playfully wink at Jaemin as you leave the room.

You hadn't had the chance to check your phone, having lost track of it just as you had lost track of time. But you think it's late enough that Rina had gone to bed since you found her door closed.

You softly knock before turning the handle.

"Rina, you sleeping? I'm just taking my shit to Jaemin's-" You're cut off when the door pushes back and slams on you.

Your jaw drops as you hear voices behind the door.

"Now, I know damn well-"

"Hey, what's up?" Rina partially opens the door, slightly out of breath.

"Everything okay?" you ask her.

"Yeah. Are you okay? Do you need anything?" she asks.

"I'm fine. I just wanna bring my things to Jaemin's room."

"Oh, okay," she widens the door, moving aside to let you in.

You suspiciously eye her as you walk into the room and start collecting your things.

"Were you watching something?" you ask, seeing her laptop open on the bed with snacks scattered around.

"Yeah, just put something on to go to sleep."

Being your usual nosy self, you peer at the screen, "Jujutsu Kaisen 0, huh? Jeno put you on?"

"Yeah, he was telling me all about it the car ride up here. Thought I'd check it out."

"Mhm," you nod. Then your eyes land on a shirt that was peeking out from under the bed. "This is Jaemin's," you pick it up.

"You must've left it when you were changing earlier," Rina says. 

You shake your head, "I would remember if it was this one, cause it's one of my favorites. But I haven't been able to find it because his best friend, Jeno Lee, has been holding it hostage." you say before eyeing the closet.

Rina attempts to keep you from opening it but you were faster than she was.

"Hi, Jen," you smile, opening the closet.

"Hi, y/n," Jeno apologetically smiles. 

"You mind just passing me that," you point to your suitcase by his feet, "Then I'll let you two get back to...your movie." Gathering everything you could carry you head out of the room. "Goodnight, you two. And uh if you need it, Meera has a huge ass box of condoms, pretty sure she'd spare a few for you."

"Get out!" Rina rushes you out. 

Just as you get out to the hallway, you meet Kali, coming from the direction of a room that is not hers. 

"Uh oh," Kali freezes. 

"Isn't your room—And Chenle's room…What the fuck is in the water?" you question aloud. 

"Please don't say anyth-"

"For tonight, I won't. But if you're up here and those two are—who's trip sitting the others?"

"I left Meera and Hyuck in their room watching some documentary but Jisung and Eunseong are still down there with Eunji Yangyang, Renjun, and Ningning."

"Oh okay. Well I got my own man to get back to so you enjoy the rest of your night wherever that may be But tomorrow we are definitely debriefing," you pointedly tell Kali before heading back to Jaemin.

You return to your room and immediately start telling Jaemin about what happened.

"Babe, you will not believe what just happened," you say, entering. But before you can continue, you find Jaemin half-dressed at the desk, with his rolling tray out, "Na Jaemin, what do you think you're doing?" you ask, placing your hand on your hip.

"God, you sound so sexy saying my name all authoritative and shit," Jaemin says, turning to you as he wets the ends of the papers with his tongue, "What?" he throws up his hands innocently, "A little post-sex spliff with my baby ain't gonna hurt no one."

[3:37 PM] SUNDAY

"What time did you guys end up sleeping?" you ask Meera as you head over to your seat at the dining table, only to have Jaemin pull you down into his lap instead. 

"Around 9 this morning," Meera answers. 

"Anyone know where Eunji and Yangyang are?" Rina asks, taking a seat. 

"They're still asleep on the couch. Eunseong said they didn't start to come down until a few hours ago," Haechan answers, "When did you guys finally crash?" he asks you and Jaemin.

"Sometime after 10 this morning. I could still feel the buzz but my body was fucking exhausted," you say, and Jaemin laughs beside you before you elbow him in the ribs. 

"I wonder why," Haechan snickers. 

"I'll tell you, Donghyuck," you start, "Because I spent hours wth my boyfriend in his room fucking until the sun came up."

"At the table?? Really?" Rina raises her brows. 

"He wanted to know why. Do you wanna tell him why going back to your room wasn't even an option?" you ask Rina. 

Briefly disregarding your last comment, Haechan's still hanging onto what you had already said, "Wha-How did we all just move past what you just said," he asks, "You two are-He's your-She's your-

"Just spit it out, dude. Cause yeah, she's my girlfriend."

"Wow. Things are moving along a lot faster than I expected," Haechan says to Meera. 

"Okay, what the fuck do you two keep going on about with that?" Rina points at the couple. 

"Nothing. It's just we kinda have a little bet on who else in the group would get together and how long it would take them." Meera says.

"And?" Jaemin asks. 

"I at least expected you to be single longer than Jeno," Haechan says. 

"I don't think you'll have to worry about that for much longer," you say, smirking at Rina from across the table. 

"Oh my god," Rina throws her head into her hands, "Was I really this annoying with you?"

"No," you smile, "Which is why I'm going to be so much worse." 

a/n: i honestly wasn’t planning on writing a second part which is probably why it took so long but i seriously wanna thank y’all who waited patiently 🫶🏽🫶🏽 thank you for reading. feedback is appreciated <33

tagged <33: @youryuno @aliceinwhateverland @scarletsknight @thethreekims @its-not-sof-recs

[fluffylino]

who is who?

(minors please do not interact, reblogging and leaving feedback is highly appreciated <3)

wc: 734

summary: you come home to find your boyfriend lazing on the couch. but that can't be him if you'd just eaten dinner together at a restaurant.

prompt: alter ego ig

wrote this cause who isn't horny for minho? and two minhos?!

imp:

bold = boyfriend minho

italic = altered minho

enjoy ♡

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your mind went blank upon seeing another minho sitting on the couch. he looked exactly like your boyfriend but something was off.

his vibe was different. almost a bit terrifying.

his clothes were different and his hair was a shade of purple. a golf club was resting in his hand and empty cans were scattered all over the floor.

he was in a sitting-sleeping position. feet covered with what looked like extensively used boots.

"w-who are you?" you stuttered, instinctively hiding behind the real minho. the minho you knew.

"so you're dating this one?" the other mumbled. there was an unusual amount of sharpness in his tone and annoyance in his eyes. it pissed you off.

"shut up"

"baby, i can explain..?" you looked at your boyfriend with a bewildered expression. so he knew whatever the fuck was going on right now. who would've thought that on a random saturday night, you'd be facing two minhos.

"this is well...me, he's my alter ego i think."

"you think?"

"look, i found him a couple of months back and he kept pestering me about the life i lived"

"he's a criminal. a big fucking one. pretty rich too and so very laid back that i want to kick his ass"

"you do know i'm right here. just fucking talking shit about me like-"

"don't curse at minho or i'll ring your neck" it didn't mean to come out like that but you were scared, confused and honestly a little turned on.

it felt so wrong. seeing the man who treated you like royalty and the same man who was literally a crime lord.

"Don't fucking talk back to me" the purple haired minho hissed out, standing up amd walking to where the two of y'all stood. the coldness of the golf club under your chin made you shiver.

"And you don't talk to her like that."

he rolled his eyes and soon focused on you. a fire burning bright in his eyes.

"be content i haven't split you open"

you really hate your brain. like really. this shouldn't be the time to crack dirty jokes or think dirty thoughts but how could you not?

so before minho can even go any further, you're pulling him in by the strings of his robe.

"so then do it sir"

"split me open with your cock" to add to the effect you add a whiny please~

he pulls back. blinks and then blinks again before looking at the other.

"she's a total brat didn't i tell you? i told you she'd feed off you being mean to her"

Oh, so this was a test? A game?

your heart skips a beat when you feel four eyes on you. one filled with a mixture of satisfaction and the other filled with amusement.

"not even satisfied with his cock? i bet I can make you see stars" he mumbles and you've never wanted to drop down on your knees so fast.

"we're literally the same person, you bitch" your boyfriend says to himself.

he looks mad. you like when he looks like he could rail you right into oblivion.

"im guessing, you like being called kitten" you nod so quick, its embarassing. he laughs. and then looks at minho.

"she's really everything we ever dreamed off, aren't you beautiful hm?"

"get ready then, you're taking the two of us tonight"

"and we're not stopping until we've ruined you"

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the end.

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Gamer fun

Warnings⚠️: MDNI !!!!! NSFW!!! doggie style, biting, mentions of getting high and drinking, spitting, choking, fingering ,aggressive fucking, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), spanking, degradtion and hair pulling

Summery ✏️: You and Han are gamer buddies, they get super high and faded, and they end up saying "stuff" about each other and stuff ends up getting intense 😀 (friends to lovers ig ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯).

POV: 1st point of view readers pov 😝

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It's currently 12:03 on a hot summer night, it was so humid that no amount of air conditioning could help. The air felt sticky and smelled of sex, the neighbors were going at it again, but we didn't care, our top priority at the moment was getting faded and killing our enemies on Call of Duty.

Han had recently got out of the shower, so his hair was still damp, hell, there were still droplets dripping from it, but if anything, seeing how focused he was on the game made me so fucking horny .

"Han, why don't we take a small break, and drink some soju ?" I asked , without a care in the world, the week obviously affecting my , normally, clear thinking.

Han looked at me and raised an eyebrow, because he knew I wasn't much of a drinker. He just shrugged, sat down his controller and stood up, and ,of course, I followed. We went to his kitchen to search for soju, he didn't have any, but he did have vodka .

"Be careful, this stuff is strong," he said while pouring and handing me a vodka filled shot glass. I nod and then downed the alcohol, the burn it provided caused me to cough a little before putting the ,now , empty shot glass down ,only to find Han handing me a blunt he just rolled. "Do you want the first hit, Tits?"

"Of course I do, " I take the blunt from him and lit it, "also ,i thought i told you to stop calling Tits?" I took a long hit of the burning weed, while looking at him playfully.

"Can't help it when you have tits that good ,baby" he said, an obvious seduction in his tone. "I mean come on ," he scoffs, "you have the best boobs in town, and I mean hey, at least I'm not calling you 'slut' or 'whore'"

I rolled my eyes playfully and handed him the blunt for him to puff, " Jokes on you i find being called that hot, and if you keep calling me 'tits' ,I might just have to call you 'dick master' or some shit" I laughed

"At least I'd live up to the name" he smirks and I scoff.

"don't be such a dickhead, I doubt you're that good in bed. " I said sarcastically

"Don't believe me , Tits? Then I guess, I'll just have to show you. Ya up for it? I'll show you why you should call me that, baby" he said as he leaned closer to us, the smell of vodka and weed on his breath , heavily intoxicating. I couldn't help but press my thighs together, as the vodka and weed mix started to take over my mind.

"Fine, show me. Show me how 'good ' you are in bed.....but if you don't live up to your words, you have to buy me, new Call of Duty skins" I smirk, confident in my words.

"Okay, bet" Han had let out a gowl and pulled me by the arm and kissed me roughly. The wetness between my legs intensifies, and my clit started to throb with neediness, "fucking slut, I bet this is the only reason you came over tonight — all for little bit of cock? Fucking pathetic," he bends me over the island counter ,lifted my skirt and slapped my ass so hard that there was a red spot.

"Fuck!" I moaned ,I tried to bury my face into my arms but Han grabs me by the hair and lifted my head up and forced my mouth open, he spit in my mouth and it caused my pussy to gush with arousal.

"Swallow it , c'mon show me how much of a good girl you are Tits" he smirks sadistically, as i swallowed his spit before forcing my head onto the counter and ripping my panties off of my body. "Look at this sight," he coo'd " such a juicy fucking pussy, all this for me?" He licks his lips at the sight of my arousal dripping down my thighs.

" Yes, it's all for you, Han, just for you," I sighed out as he started to rub my clit, collecting my slick onto his finger and gently pushing one inside my awaiting hole.

"Such a tight pussy, baby— who knew a slut could be so tight? Lucky me" he says as he adds another finger to double my pleasure, my eyes rolled back as strained moans flew from my mouth with each curl of his fingers into my g-spot. A whine came from my throat as I inched closer to my orgasm, only for it to be ruined by him removing his fingers.

"W-why?! Please, p-please keep going, I-i was so close , Hannie!" I throw a little tantrum, as the knot in my stomach started to loosen.

"if you keep being a brat, then you won't cum at all, got it? " Han growled into my ear, and soon came the sound of clothes ruffling, and the sound of it hitting the floor.

"H-han? W-what are you —" he interrupts me by sliding inside me, fully bottoming out, his tip pressed against my cervix, "fuck!" I moaned in pleasure.

"fuuckk, even when I finger fucked you you're still so fuck'n tight" Han groans and started to gently grind his dick into, trying to get used to the vice like grip I have on him before pulling all the way out and slamming back in, gripping my neck with his hands as I let out strangled moans of pure pleasure with each hard thrust.

"H-han, fuck , you're cock— so b-big, big, oh my God!" Each thrust was so hard that the sound of his balls slapping against me filled the room, my eyes rolled back and drool started to drip from my mouth as he moves his hand from my neck back to my hair, he gripped my locks and pulled me back into him, my back arching, my lungs breathless, as his cock bullies my pussy .

"Yeah —fuck, I told you , you'd like it slut, going cock dumb on her friends dick, shit, this pussy is so good, i think i might just have to fill you up" he teases, his pace reaching an animalistic one, I tighten on him, my pussy trying to milk him for all he's got.

"Han, fuck, H-han, please, c-can't hold it back anymore, g-gotta cum ,please, please" I begged as tears of pleasure filled my eyes as the knot in my stomach grew tighter and tighter as his cock slammed into my cervix.

"Fuck, who would've thought my friend was such a a whore for cock — g-god mh— I'm gonna cum, fuck, where do you want it ,Tits?" Han asked while his cock started to twitch. His hand tightens in my hair, causing me to let out a breathless moan of pleasure.

"I-inside , fuck— please, please cum inside, I'm begging you please,* I moaned a slick drips down his cock and my thighs, "please, I-i'll be such a good girl for you" i moaned out.

Han groaned and with a few more harsh thrusts his hips stilled, "Fucking take it slut, take it all like the dirty bitch you are!" he moaned as he spills his load. The feeling of his warmth filling me caused me to cum, squeezing his cock hard, trying to milk as much of his cum as I could for my greedy pussy.

" Fuck that was amazing," Han moaned as he came down from his explosive high, "wanna go again?".

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@hyunsvngs , @changbunnies & @felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna I wanna know your opinion on it and if I did good ☺️

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[redtsundere-writes]

Jinx | Sukuna Ryomen

mma fighter!sukuna ryomen x femalecoach!reader

Part 9. Don't Know

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Synopsis: Sukuna is a world champion with anger issues. It's believed by many that he is untrainable. Yeah, you can't train him, but you can dominate him. Contents: Fighting. Sukuna being Sukuna. Female reader being dom. Jinx AU (the BL, not the character from lol) Warnings: Cursed words. Fighting. Sexual harassment. I only read it once, lmao Word count: 2722 words. A/N: Shoutout to @ghosts-girl_ on IG for sending me a Sukuna fanart that was inspired by this fic! Tysm <3!

Btw I made a PLAYLIST

Going back to the hospital always scared me. I always enter the doctor’s office with sweaty hands while imagining the worst in my mind. The white and neat walls, decorated with informative posters about the importance of exercising regularly. The light gray floor was freshly waxed, I could see my scared face reflected in it. There were a few fake plants around to make the place look less intimidating.

The doctor was asking me questions about my lifestyle over the past six months while typing incessantly on the computer perched in the middle of the large desk. The doctor took out the new x"ray that had been taken of my neck and inspected it in front of the light screen. He didn't say anything, he just analyzed her very carefully to not make a wrong diagnosis. My manager, Mei Mei, came with me this time for support despite having a tight schedule. She noticed I was nervous, so she patted me on the back to calm me down.

“Do you think she can fight soon, Doc?" Mei Mei asked him my biggest concern.

“Her neck has completely healed, if she wanted, she could fight tonight,” the doctor answered with a smile.

A sigh of relief escaped my lips at the wonderful news I had awaited for so long. 3 years to be precise. I was out of the octagon for 3 years on medical recommendation so that my neck would heal completely and avoid future injuries. My face was about to cry with joy, so I hid it in my hands. I was about to reborn, I already wanted to return to the gym with my team to train like in the old days. Start again, conquer the battlefield and recover the title that was taken from me.

Mei Mei and I left the office to meet my friend and training partner, Nobara, who was waiting for us along with Mei Mei's younger brother, Ui Ui. I told her the good news, and she hugged me happily. We used to do everything together before I was injured, now we could go back to our routine as if nothing had happened.

“Everyone will be very happy when they see you back at the gym,” Nobara said excitedly.

“Finally,” I sighed heavily jokingly. “Mei Mei, shall I ask you to gather the team?” I asked her nicely.

Mei Mei was in charge of ensuring that my schedule was met without delays. She was the one who organizes my fights, gathers athletes for special training, hires doctors, etc. She was always busy, but she never let me out of her sight. Not only that, but she always took care of my my needs even though Team Black gives me everything I need. I told her not to worry so much in several occasions, but she always responded with “you never know.”

"I'm already on it, darling. Also, since your appearances with Ryomen, there are several sponsors interested in you,” Mei Mei reminded me of the unexpected kiss Sukuna gave me after his crushing victory against Naoya a couple of weeks ago. "Your life will return to normal in no time."

"When do you plan to come back?” Nobara asked me excitedly.

"I don't know yet, I have to talk to Sukuna's manager to agree on a release date and find a replacement,” I replied.

"When you have the date, let me know,” Mei Mei asked me without taking her eyes off her phone.

"When you return, could you bring me something signed by the King of the Ring?". Ui Ui asked excitedly.

"I'll see what I can do,” I answered honestly.

Mei Mei and Ui Ui left after that. Once we lost sight of them, Nobara took my hands to approach my face curiously. I moved away from her face at the unexpected proximity. When I saw her eyes sparkling from excitement, I could imagine what she wanted.

"So… You and Sukuna, huh?" she asked excitedly.

Since living with him, I have noticed that our relationship had improved, but only as a coach-athlete relationship. I haven't noticed that he treats me sweeter, that he gives me flirtatious glances or that he gets nervous when I am around. He continues to act as the same fearsome Sukuna as always.

My feelings towards him have also increased. When I have to watch him to make sure he does the exercises, my mind travels back to the passionate nights we've had together. I can no longer see his hands without thinking about how he holds me by the waist or his face without imagining him moaning my name. He made me blush without even trying, I was fed up. It was so frustrating not being able to do my job well.

"There’s nothing between me and Sukuna,” I answered, removing my hands from the grip.

"Don’t lie to me! Everyone saw that passionate kiss he gave you!" Nobara scolded while pretending to make out with herself.

"Sukuna only did it to annoy Naoya," I answered, trying to downplay it…

…but I couldn't ignore it. After that night, my perspective on Sukuna had completely changed. I wasn't surprised that I fell in love with him, I mean, I have a reputation for choosing the worst possible men. I had to get rid of this feeling as soon as I could. If I could do it while I lived with him, great, but I knew perfectly well that after asking for my resignation, Sukuna would throw me out and this feeling would go away on its own like a cold.

"And how are you so sure that he doesn't like you?" Nobara asked me.

The idea that Sukuna was interested in me in that way was tempting. It wasn't crazy considering we've already slept together twice, and he kissed me on international television, but I highly doubted that was the case. Yuuji had told me that Sukuna wasn't interested in having a girlfriend and I doubt that will change anytime soon.

“Impossible,” I answered without further ado.

"Oh, come on! Men never kiss woman just because,” Nobara argued.

"What do you know know about men? You're a lesbian,” I joked.

"I know how they behave when they like a girl, it's what we have in common," she challenged me.

My heart wanted to believe her, but my mind warned me with red flags that I shouldn't. Being in love is complicated.

At first, I had a hard time adjusting to living with Sukuna. I lived alone for so long that I forgot how it was living with someone. Quickly, I could adapt to his cold attitude in the morning, seeing him walk around the house wet and with a towel wrapped around his slutty waist, and listening to his complaints when we left the gym. Sukuna is the one who pays for everything, the only thing I could contribute to the house was to cook for him from time to time if the cook was not available. I couldn't help but feel like a sugar baby, but that feeling went away every time I used the magnificent indoor pool.

The microwave announcing that my popcorn was ready brought me out of my thoughts. I was preparing myself some popcorn as tonight's fights began. The schedule was not very exciting, except for the main fight. The fight for the heavyweight division championship between Toji Fushiguro and Aoi Todo. A battle between two powerful giants of the UFC.

I returned to the kitchen to prepare the popcorn to my liking in a bowl. I opened the refrigerator to look for the juice I had bought before I got home. Being a high-performance athlete, Sukuna's smart refrigerator only served to store large amounts of chicken breast, vegetables, and sparkling water. If I wanted something with sugar or “chemicals”, I had to buy it myself and hide it so as not to tempt Sukuna's appetite. As I closed the door, I noticed the new dietary regimen that Sukuna's nutritionist had asked hm to follow.

"Chicken, rice, and broccoli for 4 days straight? No wonder he's always so angry,” I thought out loud as I quickly scanned the sheet of paper.

No sugar. Do not eat carbs after 6 pm. Just an egg without yolk in the morning. I knew that Sukuna was a highly disciplined athlete, but going on such a demanding diet was ridiculous. If a nutritionist asked me to follow this regimen like a soldier, I would fire her in no time.

There were so many things I wanted to change about his extreme lifestyle, but I was sure I wouldn't be able to figure it out before my last day. Furthermore, I had to tell him that I would no longer be his coach and that someone else was going to take my place. I didn't know how he would even take the news. I just had to make sure to tell him when he is in a good mood. Who am I kidding? He is never in a good mood, that goes against his personality.

"Fuck this shit!" Sukuna yelled as he reluctantly entered the house. Now was not the right time to tell him.

He tossed his backpack onto the small stool at the entrance, where we kept our shoes and had a mirror for finishing touches. Sukuna slammed the door shut which offended my ears. I just watched him confused while I ate my popcorn.

"Things didn’t go well with the Olympian?" I asked, trying to understand where his anger was coming from.

While I was at the doctor, Sukuna went to the Olympic stadium to have an exclusive sparring with a boxing gold medalist. He insisted that I cancel my appointment to come with him, but I told him that even if I did that, I wouldn't be much help. My specialty is jujitsu, not boxing. I told him that Gojo knows more than me, and he stopped annoying me.

"That idiot asked for a break on the fifth round. Can you fucking believe that?! The best boxer in the nation?! My balls can last longer than that!” He exclaimed in annoyance as he ran his fingers through his hair in exasperation.

"Could it be because it was training and not a real fight?" I asked before putting a popcorn in my mouth, staying calm. If I got down to his level, he would only get more upset.

"If I had wanted to waste my time, I would have trained with one of the gym's rookies,"Sukuna mumbled.

He sat on the stool and sighed heavily as he unlaced his shoes to enter the house. I could see the helplessness in his eyes at not having the demanding training he wanted. Having a perfect streak of 28 overwhelming victories, he hasn't had a rival who can match his level in years. Always being the winner means that you are not learning, and you are staying stagnant while others moved forward, Sukuna was afraid of being left behind.

I sighed as I understood his anger, putting the bowl aside to approach him. I took advantage of the fact that he was at my level to gently massage his shoulders. Even though I didn't do it with a romantic intention, touching him like that after weeks felt like drinking water in the middle of the Sahara. A temporary pleasure that I had to take advantage as much as I could.

"Do you know what it means that he didn't last more than 5 rounds?" I asked him while massaging his neck.

"I'm not in the mood for your shit," he mumbled, focused on his shoes.

"Let me finish!" I barked. "It means you're better than an Olympic medalist," he looked at me again, calmer now.

"You think?" he asked me, looking at me to deduce if I was saying it out of pity or not.

"Of course! You are the king of the ring, not just in the UFC!" I cheered, giving him a friendly pat on the arm.

"Not everyone can go against the king," he said with an evil smile.

It was one of those few times I've seen him smile like that. I'm glad to know that I could be of use to him outside the gym. I wanted to be the cause for him to smile more often, even if it meant he didn't feel the same way about me. A reality that I was willing to accept for the sake of both of us.

The fight between Aoi Todo and Toji Fushiguro was about to start. The current champion, Toji, entered shining his glorious belt with Welcome To The Jungle by Guns N' Roses in the background while the commentators read his statistics. Aoi, the challenger, Todo looked forward to the fight from the octagon. The crowd was excited, music was blaring from the speakers, and commentators were debating who would take home the belt. It was an important fight that deserved to be seen on the room's beautiful 80"inch screen.

"That son of a bitch," Sukuna snorted behind me, referring to Toji. He was in my robe as always before going to sleep.

"A talented son of a bitch," I joked. "Sit down and watch it with me."

"I'll watch it until I get sleepy," Sukuna scoffed as he sat next to me on the couch.

After formal introductions and the referee's instructions, the first round took place. The two mastodons faced each other face to face in a rain of punches and jabs that seemed to have no end. They were like two bulls striking each other with their sharp horns, making the plaza resonate with the power of their tackles. It was clear that Aoi Todo was a born boxer who did not allow himself to be intimidated by the enormous presence of Fushiguro with those beastly hits. Before Toji could take him to the ground, like he had done in the fight against Sukuna, the bell rang.

“Who are you rooting to?” I asked Sukuna excitedly.

"I do not know, and I do not care." he answered with a yawn. That answer deserved me to throw my empty popcorn bowl at him.

"It's a very important fight! You should know!" I scolded him as the TV went to commercial break. "Todo and Fushiguro have been fighting for the division title for 2 years. Both have won twice simultaneously. This is their fifth fight. It's the fight for 3 out of 3!” I explained. Sukuna shrugged his shoulders, downplaying it the importance it deserved.

"And who are you rooting for?" He asked me to make conversation as they returned to the fight.

"Aoi Todo is a magnificent boxer like you…". At the comparison, Sukuna gave me a killer glance. "Obviously, you are the best," I corrected before he killed me.

"That is what I thought."

"But Toji is a complete fighter, I am team Toji for life," I replied with a proud smile. Sukuna gave me another killing look, this time it was more stern. I really don't learn from my mistakes, huh? "Obviously I'm Team Black before that," I said with a guilty smile.

The champion threw a quick jab, but the challenger easily dodged it. Aoi responded with a combination of quick strikes that made Fushiguro flinched. He stumbled back, but stayed upright. He threw a wild right hand, but the challenger blocked it with his forearm. The challenger took the opportunity to launch a flurry of jabs that Toji dodged like a master. Aoi continued entering her field, causing Toji's back to hit the fence. He threw one last desperate right hand, but Todo dodged it and responded with a left hook that sent the champion to the ground.

"¡No!" I exclaimed upon seeing the knockout.

"Too bad…" Sukuna mocked me.

After my champion couldn't get up easily, the referee ended the fight. The challenger had won the fight with a monstrous knockout. The crowd roared and Todo raised his arms in victory as he ran around the octagon. He had defeated his legendary opponent and became the new champion of the heavyweight division.

"First words after defeating such an important rival?". The interviewer asked Todo as he celebrated with his team supporting him behind him.

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IDIOT matt sturniolo

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓁𝓎, dwntwn-strnlo.

↳ 𝐀/𝐍. i love spider man

↳ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. spider-man!matthew sturniolo x reader

↳ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. cleaning spider-man's cuts 🫡

↳ 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃? no!

↳ 𝐂𝐖! mentions of blood/wounds, language, ig kind of angsty?

"this is so fucking idiotic, matt. the day you get your head screwed on right and no longer do this bullshit is the day heaven rains down on earth."

hearing a knock on your window, you're more unfazed then you should be considering the fact that you live on the ninth floor. a few months ago you would've freaked out, but not so much anymore.

placing your book down, you stand up and walk over to the window. quietly sliding the curtains to the side to find your distressed boyfriend, clutching his hand tightly to his torso.

mumbling a string of profanities under your breath, you lift the glass, opening it so the cold midnight wind pours into your bedroom. "fuck, matt." you murmur, helping him climb inside.

blood drips from his skin, his suit ripped open in three long streaks. you frown, pulling him over to your bed. reminding him to stay quiet just in case someone's still awake.

he plops down on your bed, pulling his mask off to reveal the heap of chocolate hair on top of his head, staring apologetically into your eyes. tears and guilt swirling over the light blue you've learned to love so much. "i'm sorry," he whispers, reaching out to take your hands in his. "i know i promised you that i'd be careful, and i tried. i tried so hard but today was different i guess."

you look away, dropping his hands before walking into your bathroom without a word. stepping back into your room, you have a series of things you want to scream at the boy, but you refrain and tone it down.

"this is so fucking idiotic, matt." you huff, sitting down in front of him on the bed. "the day you get your head screwed on right and no longer do this bullshit is the day heaven rains down on earth."

he stays silent, closing his eyes for several long seconds before meeting yours once more. not finding the words, he just lightly nods.

"this is gonna sting," you mumble, taking a cotton swab soaked in rubbing alcohol to his torso. doing your best to rub away the dried blood without hurting him.

unto to your surprise, he flinches under your touch. biting down on his lower lip to keep a long list of harsh words locked away on his tongue.

setting down the cotton swab, you stand up, grabbing a pair of sweats and a t-shirt of his that he's been meaning to get back for a while now. tossing them in front of him. "put these on and then i'll wrap that up."

he nods, standing up as you step into your bathroom. looking into your mirror, you run your hands down your face. basically on the brink from steaming at the ears. you're so unbelievably pissed at matt right now, but you know no matter how much you beg him to throw the suit away, he's going to resist and ignore you.

matt walks into the bathroom, wrapping his arms around you and dropping his nose to your shoulder. "i'm sorry, i really am." he whispers.

you turn around, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "i know you are, honey. i'm sorry for snapping at you."

he shakes his head, "please don't apologize. its my fault." he pleads. "there was this little girl who was about to-" his breath catches, "it almost got her and i couldn't stand to watch it and so i left the family i was tending to and so i got in the way and i-"

pressing your lips against his, you temporarily shut him up. "its okay, matt." you hushed, running your hands gently through his coffee-colored hair. "you don't have to explain yourself."

releasing a tight breath of air, he nods before looking down at his feet.

gently taking his hand in yours, you drag him back to your bed to wrap the gauze around his waist. letting him tell you all about what happened tonight and how heroic he felt after stopping whatever villain was out there this time.

letting him hug you tighter, you mumble a sweet goodnight before he falls into a soft slumber in your arms.

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03/29/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Cast & Crew Sightings; David Jenkins; Rhys Darby; Taika/Rachel; Con O'neill; Will Arnett; Trans Day of Visibility; Cool Pirates; Fan Spotlight; Love Notes; Daily Darby/Tonight's Taika;

Hey lovelies, I'm late again, but I got some good sleep. I'm finding it's much easier to write love notes after I wake up so I'm debating how I wanna go about moving forward :) I'll keep you posted. Hope you have a good day <3

= David Jenkins =

Chaos Dad just poking his head out to weigh in on the milk debate. Src: @Soupbeech on twitter

= Rhys Darby =

Just a little sing along with our favorite captain.

The Edge Podcast: Apple / Spotify Source: EdgeAfternoons Instagram

= Taika Waititi =

Taika is spreading the word on Rachel House's new movie The Mountain! Src: Taika's IG

= Con O'Neill =

Con O'Neill just out in Dublin feeling cute. Src: Con's IG

= Will Arnet =

Will Arnett is just hanging with a few... Former Presidents of the United States?! SRC: Will Arnett's IG

= Samba Schutte =

== Trans Day of Visibility: Cool Pirates ==

#CoolPirates from the crew side: Jes Tom! @jesthekid 💛🤍💜🖤 🏳️‍⚧️ Instagram / Tumblr

== Fan Spotlight ==

Yes! And how could we forget, CHICKEN HAT MAN, Ted Barton! Thank you @melvisik!!

= Big Gay Energy Podcast =

Another reaction episode of Big Gay Energy Podcast is out!

== Love Notes ==

Can I just take a moment to tell you all how much you mean to me? I have been on the internet for a long time, since the olden days of AOL, Dial Up Internet, yelling at your family to get off the phone so you can log on, and when google image search had only like 3 pictures when you did a search on it (my first image search was Harrison Ford by the way).

And never in my many years of fandoms, and being online have I ever met such a wonderfully welcoming group of people. I spent a lot of years being anxious, and even now, when my confidence has grown, it was hard at first to want to just jump into the fandom. But you know what? I took a leap, and all you wonderful people just welcomed me, and every other person with open arms. You were kind, and supportive, and continue to be every single day.

I see so many folks mention that they were afraid to use tumblr or to engage and then some kind person in the fandom made them feel safe and welcome, and now we have another lovely, talented, kind, beautiful member of our crew.

This fandom really is second to none, and I want you to know just how much a positive impact on the world you have, because it's huge. And sure, we do some other cool stuff like raise money and things but like, on a day to day scale, you make people feel safe. Our crew gets to go throughout there day with a positive experience they didnt have prior... they can take that positivity and spread it to others because they might have one more spoon today because of all of you.

I just want you to know you make such a wonderful impact on this world, so if you're ever struggling and wondering where to go from here, poke your head back into this fandom and see all the love we have for you.

Hope you have a lovely day/night m'dears, get some rest this weekend <3

== Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika ==

Today's theme is Silly!

Darby gif courtesy of @thunderwingdoomslayer

Taika gift courtesy of @mxmollusca

[bellaturner]

I Wanna Be Yours - pt 2

Contains smut (and some fluff ig?)

Summary: You and Alex reconcile with your brother, Matt, after he accidentally walked in on the two of you kissing.

Warnings: Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it irl).

3,1k words

Part 1 ✧ Masterlist

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"What the fuck is going on here?" Matt's voice was filled with disbelief.

Alex's hands were still entwined in your hair, his warm breath dancing across your lips.

Heat surged to your cheeks as you wished for this surreal dream turned into a nightmare to end. Shutting your eyes tight, you hoped for a sudden awakening, yet reality persisted when you opened them, locking gazes with Matt.

"Big bear, let me explain," you approached him, your words barely audible. The pain etched on his face cut deep, knowing you were the cause.

"Don't bother. Bringing you along was a damn mistake." He turned to go, frustration thick in his voice. "I get it, you're in your 'rockstar phase,' but seriously? My fucking sister? Can't believe it." The door slammed shut behind him.

"Shit," you muttered under your breath, rushing towards the door, but Alex's grip halted you.

"Don't," he said firmly, his touch easing from your arm.

"We fucked up, Alex," you admitted, tears streaming down your cheeks.

"It'll be alright, sweetheart," he murmured, his arms enveloping you, his nose nestled atop your head. "I'll talk to him. We'll sort this out," his promise accompanied a tender kiss on your forehead.

The room felt heavy with regret and tension, and you couldn't shake off the guilt that had settled in your chest.

"He's right, Alex," you murmured, your voice trembling. "I should have thought about the consequences before we let things escalate."

Alex's fingers gently brushed against your hair as he held you, his touch a reassuring anchor in the storm of emotions. "We both made a mistake," he admitted softly. "But we'll find a way to make things right."

Tears continued to flow down your cheeks as you clung to him, your heart aching for the pain you had caused your brother and the mess you found yourself in. "I never wanted to hurt him like this," you whispered, your voice laced with remorse.

"I know, babygirl," Alex whispered back, caressing your hair.

With a heavy sigh, you leaned back slightly, looking up at him with teary eyes. "Do you think he'll ever forgive us?"

Alex's gaze softened as he cupped your face, wiping away your tears with his thumbs. "I'll talk to him."

You nodded, taking a deep breath to steady your emotions. "I'll apologize too, Alex. I need him to know how truly sorry I am."

The road trip to the next concert location was somewhat awkward. Nick and Jamie could sense that something was wrong, and it was clear to anyone on the tour bus. Alex spent the whole time pretending to compose something, avoiding eye contact with you and Matt. Your brother had his annoyed poker face on, and your eyes were swollen and red from all the crying.

"So," Jamie started, trying to test the waters, "Do you guys have any plans for tonight?" he asked, his gaze alternating between Alex and Matt.

There was silence, and it seemed like no one wanted to address the elephant in the room.

"I guess we could all go out for a drink," Alex finally murmured, raising his eyes to look at Matt for the first time since the incident.

Matt considered the suggestion for a moment, his expression still tense. "Fine," he replied, his voice tinged with irritation.

The tension in the air was palpable, and it was clear that this was going to be one of those nights where the group dynamic was strained.

After what felt like forever but had only been about four hours, the tour bus finally pulled up at the hotel where you'd be staying for the next couple of days. Matt, who usually helped you get off the bus, left before everyone else.

"Bear," you called after him, but he was already gone.

You sighed and got up, heading down the few steps to leave the bus. Alex reached out to help, but you declined, not wanting to call unnecessary attention to yourselves.

You grabbed your luggage from under the bus and went to the hotel reception to check in. A single tear welled up in your eye; though you could do it yourself, Matt always handled this task. Unfortunately, he was nowhere to be found.

With your room key in hand, you headed absentmindedly to the elevator, with Alex and the band members close behind. You'd all be staying on the same floor.

"YN, is everything alright with Matt?" Nick asked, concerned. Lost in thought, you didn't respond; your mind was elsewhere, and you hadn't even heard his question.

Alex discreetly touched the small of your back, snapping you back to reality. You realized that all eyes were on you.

"I'm sorry, could you repeat that? I wasn't paying attention," you stammered, feeling your face flush. Nick repeated his question, but fortunately, the elevator stopped just before you had to answer. You simply shrugged and nodded in response, exiting without saying your goodbyes to the band. You figured you'd catch up with them in a few hours, anyway.

Once inside the room, you tossed your stuff around, searching for your favorite jumper – the one that always comforted you when you felt down. Deciding a shower would help you unwind and give Matt some space, you made a silent promise to talk to him later.

As soon as you steppes out of the bathroom, you heard a faint knock. Quickly put on a robe you opened the door cautiously, revealing Alex standing in the corridor, concern etched across his face.

"Hey," he said softly, his eyes searching yours for answers.

"Hey," you replied, your voice tinged with exhaustion.

He stepped inside your room, and you closed the door behind him. He glanced around, running a hand through his hair and taking in the scattered luggage and the aftermath of the emotional storm that had just passed.

"Is everything okay?" he asked, his concern deepening. He knew that you scatter your things around when changing, but the state of your room was like nothing Alex had ever seen before.

You let out a heavy sigh and sank onto the edge of the bed, mimicking him by running a hand through your disheveled hair. "Honestly, Alex, I don't even know anymore. Everything just got so messed up, and I don't want to hurt Matt, but..."

"May I?" Alex asked as he moved closer, pointing toward the spot beside you on the bed.

You nodded, and he took a seat beside you. You rested your head on his shoulder, silence filled the room.

"This is weird, you know," you said faintly, lifting your head to look Alex in the eyes "I've had a crush on you for as long as I can remember."

Al's lips curled into a gentle smile, his accent adding a touch of charm to his words. "Oh darling, you have no clue how many times I've fantasized about you."

His eyes held a mix of desire and affection as he cupped your face, his lips meeting yours in a soft, lingering kiss. The connection between you two was undeniable.

Breaking the kiss, you leaned your forehead against his, your breaths mingling as you tried to make sense of the chaos around you. "Alex, what are we going to do about Matt?"

He let out a sigh, his fingers tracing soothing patterns on your back. "We'll talk to him together. I'll make him understand how much you mean to me."

"Do I mean something to you?" you asked, your voice quivering as you closed your eyes tightly, anxious about his response.

His hands lightly touched your chin, prompting you to raise your head and open your eyes. Alex's gaze held yours, his tone gentle and sincere. "More than you know, YN. You're not just a hook-up. You're someone I care deeply about. I always did, in my own fucked up way."

Tears welled up in your eyes as his words sank in. "I care about you too, Alex. But I don't want to lose my brother over this."

"We won't," he reassured you, his thumb brushing away a tear. He then cast an appreciative gaze over your body, a mischievous smile forming on his lips. "Now, as much as I want to be the one to take that robe off," he said, studying your attire, "You should go get dressed so we can go talk to Matt, and figure this out together."

A faint smile crossed your lips as you let out a soft laugh. You made your way to the bathroom, and a couple of minutes later, you emerged fully dressed.

"You look-" Alex started, but you didn't let him finish.

"Oh, don't even, Al." you exclaimed "I'm upset and I dressed comfortably, not stylishly."

"I know that hoodie," he said with a sad smile on his face "Are you that upset?" he inquired, approaching you with his arms open, hugging you.

You nodded against his chest. You stayed like this for a couple minutes, just listening to Alex's heartbeat and taking deep breaths, his hands holding you tightly.

"Let's go talk to Matt" you said, taking a deep breath.

The short walk to your brother's room felt like an eternity as your heart raced with anticipation and anxiety.

Alex knocked softly on Matt's door, and you both waited in tense silence. After what seemed like an eternity, the door creaked open, revealing Matt standing there, his expression a mix of anger, hurt, and confusion.

"What do you two want?" Matt's voice was sharp, his eyes narrowing as he looked at you and then at Alex.

You took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the situation pressing on your chest. "Matt, we need to talk," you began, your voice steady despite the nervousness that gnawed at you.

Alex chimed in, his accent carrying a soothing tone. "Yeah, mate, we messed up, and we want to make things right."

Matt's gaze shifted between the two of you, his arms folded defensively across his chest. "Make things right? You slept with my sister, Alex. How the hell are you going to make that right?"

"Woah, hold up, Big Bear," you said, raising your hands defensively. "We didn't sleep together," you clarified, making sure to emphasize that point. "Can we come in, Matt, please?" you added, your gaze locked onto his.

Matt stepped aside, allowing you and Alex to enter his room. You both took seats on the sofa near the entrance, ready to continue the conversation.

You glanced at Alex, who gave you an encouraging nod. Taking a deep breath, you began, "Matt, I need you to listen to us, okay? I know what you saw back there was... well, it looked bad, but it's not what you think."

"YN, love, you don't know Alex," Matt began with concern in his voice. "I've been his friend since we were six, okay? And I've been touring with him from the beginning. Only God knows how many hearts he's broken by now."

"Thanks, mate," Alex muttered, earning a side-eye from you that conveyed a clear 'shut up' message.

You spoke up, meeting Matt's gaze. "I've known Alex for just as long as you have, Matt."

Your brother sighed deeply, his brow furrowing in thought. After a moment, he said, "YN, can I have a moment alone with Alex?"

"Yes, sure," you replied, getting out of your seat and walking towards the room. Closing the door behind you, you sat at the edge of your brother's bed, your heart pounding in your chest. The muffled sounds of Alex and Matt's voices arguing made your stomach churn. The fear that Matt might never forgive you invaded your thoughts.

Just when you were about to reach your breaking point, Matt opened the door and asked you to join them.

You entered the room and found Matt and Alex both sitting on the sofa, their expressions tense. It was clear that they had exchanged some heated words during their private conversation. You took a deep breath, ready to face whatever was coming.

Matt glanced at you, his frustration still evident, but he seemed somewhat calmer now. "Look, YN," he began, his tone more composed, "I've had some time to talk with Alex, and we've had a… frank discussion."

Alex nodded in agreement, his usual confidence replaced by a more serious demeanor. "We've hashed things out," he added, giving you a reassuring nod.

You nodded back, relieved that they had talked things through, but still anxious about the outcome. "So, where do we go from here?" you asked, your voice trembling slightly.

"I'm your brother, not your boss or anything, so I can't forbid you from living your life," Matt said with a genuine smile. "And Alex promised me that he'd take good care of you."

Feeling grateful and emotional, you jumped out of your seat and hugged him tightly. "Thank you, Matt," you replied, your voice filled with sincerity. "I promise we'll always be honest with you, and I really appreciate your trust in us."

"You're my little sister, YN. I just want you to be happy," Matt said as he held you. "So," he continued, letting go and getting up with a playful grin, "shall we go out? Jamie and Nick must be waiting."

Matt and Alex exchanged a friendly smile and a hug. "I promise not to hurt her, Matt," Alex reassured him.

"You better," Matt replied, his tone light but firm, "or I'll kill you."

The three of you joined Jamie and Nick, who were sitting in the hotel's lounge area. Their expressions shifted from curiosity to relief as they saw you approach, seemingly in good spirits.

"Everything alright?" Jamie asked cautiously, glancing at each of you.

Matt put his arm around your shoulders and squeezed gently. "Yeah, everything's fine," he assured them with a reassuring smile.

Nick raised an eyebrow, clearly wanting more details but deciding not to press further. "Great. I heard there's a good bar around the corner" he suggested.

"Yeah, that sounds good!" you exclaimed, hugging Alex.

He hugged you back, and you dared to share a quick kiss, which left Jamie and Nick momentarily stunned, unsure of how to react.

When you opened your eyes, you saw Nick passing Jamie a $10 bill.

"Did you dickheads bet on my sister?" Matt exclaimed, a mix of surprise and irritation in his voice.

"Pfff," Alex mocked. "Only 10 bucks?" he joked, earning a playful slap on his arm.

The evening at the bar continued, filled with shared stories, laughter, and even a bit of dancing. You couldn't help but notice how Alex's eyes never left you for long, and every touch and smile exchanged between you felt a dream.

As the hours passed, the atmosphere became more relaxed, and it seemed that the initial tension had completely dissipated. You found yourself enjoying the night, basking in the happiness of the moment.

Eventually, as the clock neared closing time, you all decided it was time to head back to the hotel. The group walked back together, arm in arm. Once you reached the hotel, you exchanged goodnight wishes with everyone and headed to your room. The day had taken an emotional toll on you, and you eagerly anticipated some much-needed rest.

Just as you were about so lay down, you heard a knock. A broad smile graced Alex's face as you opened it. "Tonight turned out better than I could have hoped," he said, enfolding you in a warm embrace.

You snuggled against him, closing the door and finding comfort and contentment in his arms. "Yes, it did," you replied, gazing up at him with a gentle smile. "Thank you for being here, Alex."

He leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a lingering kiss. "Always, princess," he whispered gently against your mouth, "I'll always be here for you." His kiss intensified, evoking a moan from you that left both of you breathless. "I'm going to use your body now, pumpkin," he murmured with desire, his voice filled with lust. He grasped a handful of your hair, revealing your neck, and covered it with passionate, open-mouthed kisses.

"Fuck, Alex," you let out a soft whimper as he trailed kisses down to your breasts, guiding you both towards the bed.

"Do you want me to stop, darling?" he asked, gently pushing you onto the mattress.

"I don't." you replied.

"Good, then shut up and let me please you," he whispered against your skin, his hot breath sending shivers all the way down to your core.

He sucked one of your nipples while playing with the other, making you moan loudly. "Shhh, baby, it's okay," he soothed you, but it only made you want him even more.

It was ridiculous how quickly Alex could build you up. He had barely touched you and you were already pooling in your panties for him. "Alex, I need you to fuck me, please," you begged him.

He promptly got up and removed his clothes, while you took your pants off. The sight of him naked was enough to bring you to the edge, and you definitely felt like jumping.

He stroked himself lightly, making you exhale in anticipation. "Alex, can i suck you, please?" you asked shyly, feeling your face turn red.

"Oh, babydoll, as much as I want it, I'm about to explode and I want to do so inside you little cunt," he said in a voice so erotic it melted you. He placed himself on top of you and without a warning he completely filled you up, eliciting a loud moan.

"Oh fuck, Al," your voice was light and breathy, and your vision was filled with stars. He picked up his pace, reaching of G-spot over and over again. "Shit, Alex, slow down, I'm don't want to come just yet," You could feel the sweet release of an orgasm approaching, but you wanted to savor the moment a little more.

"I'm right there with you, pup," he muttered. "Come for me, baby," he asked and you have no choice but to give him what he wanted. His lips crashed against yours as you enjoyed the high, his following shortly after.

Alex sprawled out on top of you, both of you breathing heavily and working to catch your breath after the intense moment you'd just shared.

"I can't believe we've never done that before," Alex whispered between breaths, and a soft chuckle escaped your lips in response.

The last thing you recall is Alex's fingers tracing soothing patterns on your back, and his steady heartbeat beneath your ear offering a comforting rhythm. Shortly after, you both drifted into peaceful sleep, and you couldn't remember the last time you felt so happy.

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AFTER ALMOST THREE MONTHS, IT'S FINALLY HERE!!!!

I promise you I'm trying my bestto write fics, but it's med school admission test season and I'm just so stressed with it 😩

BUT, iwby part 2 is finally here and I wanted to thank @malina-33 for the amazing suggestions, I hope you enjoy it, Mal 💕

Oh, this is not proof read (and I'm pretty drunk right now) so please excuse any grammar mistakes and typos (I'm the queen of typos even when I'm sober fml).

Anyways, thanks for reading💕💕

~ Bella

[louisupdates]

London, how're we doing? This is the part of the show where we go fucking big for my two incredible supports. Wait, wait, wait... Give it up for The Academic! Give it up for Sea Girls! Go BIG!

Ohhhh, this is fucking crazy. This is crazy. I'm trying to find the right words, but honestly, every song I'm just in awe of what we've fucking created. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I don't really have any other words other than thank you very much. This is... Now let me try. I should try a bit harder. This is my time at the O2, I'll give it a go. [Deep breath]

It felt like it took me— Let me just calm my nerves... [Crouches down] It felt like it took me a long time to get here, a long time to get here. And uh, even when I dreamt— and I mean this wholeheartedly— even when I dreamt about what touring might look like, never in a million fucking years did I think I'd play here. NEVER. And I spent like the first three or four songs of this gig, like... I'm always like this, it's fucking annoying… Likes, after every lyric, every moment, I'm cross-referencing in my head 'How was that?', 'How was that?'. Fuck that tonight. FUCK that tonight. I hope you all feel as proud as I do on stage tonight. Alright, before I fucking choke up. Right, this Copy of a Copy of a Copy.”

- Louis Tomlinson talking in front of a sold out audience at The O2 Arena, London [17.11.2023] text via LouisT91Updates, video via elillyats IG story

[its-an-obsession]

Cingulomania

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A/N: I saw this tiktok about 'Cingulomania' and thought it would be a great imagine! I struggled with picking a character, but this one fits since I'm back in my Steve Harrington era, although I've always been in my Steve Harrington era.

Summary: Like most college students, relationships were crucial to having a good time. That was until you decided that dating was getting tiring. You had been on so many bad dates, but none of them seemed to work out like you hoped. It wasn't until one shift at Family Video did you realize what was going on. You were focused on being in someone else's arms rather than the random dates'.

Notes:

Y/N/N: Your Nick Name

Y/F/M: Your Favorite Meal

Cingulomania - the desire to be in someone else's arms.

Takes place in season four (no spoilers)

Warnings:

Long imagine

Steve Harrington x-reader

I handed a woman a copy of The Breakfast Club. She smiled at me and took the bag from the counter. The bell of the door rang when she exited, and a few people stepped in. Robin greeted the new customers, going back to organizing a shelf. "Question," she walked over to me.

I looked up from the agenda of the day. My friend joined me with two movies in hand. "Which one is better, Tron or The Karate Kid?" she asked. I looked at each movie, tapping my chin in thought. Every Friday, Steve and Robin would come over to my apartment and watch a movie.

"The Karate Kid," I said. She nodded and hid it behind the counter so nobody would take it. The customers from earlier came over to rent out their movies.

Robin took care of the small group while I fixed the agenda. Keith wanted us to do a lot of projects today, but knowing Robin and I, we wouldn't get half of them done. We'd usually blame it on how busy the store was, which wasn't a total lie. "Have a great rest of your day," Robin said, waving them goodbye.

She turned to me with her arms resting on the countertop. "I totally forgot I have that date with Sam tonight," I said. Robin's shoulders dropped. "Another date?" she said with a raised brow. I nodded and closed the journal.

I set it below the register, putting the pen on top. I hadn't been going out that frequently. "I promised Sam that we'd eat dinner together," I said. Sam was in my Geometry course.

The two of us had been partners on a project which led to him asking me out. I would've said no, but Sam was nice, and why not? "Is this the Sam with the weird ears or the one that has that snorting laugh?" Robin asked. She pointed to her own ears.

"The one with the snorting laugh," I answered. She laughed herself, covering her mouth to try and suppress her reaction. "Sam is nice, and I'm actually excited for once," I said. Robin smiled and pat me on the shoulder. "At least you're better than Steve," she commented.

Now it was my turn to laugh. She turned back to the outside of the store, watching as some cars drove in and out of the small parking lot. "Don't you get tired of it? I feel like this is your fifth date this month," she said. "It's not a whole lot," I shrugged, "I mean, all four dates have been fails, but I'm confident that I'll find someone."

I always thought it must've been something wrong with me. But Steve would always say that it wasn't my fault, just the guys I was going on dates with. Robin often commented on how the main reason why I couldn't find someone was because I already had someone in my life who was head over heels for me.

And no, she wasn't talking about Keith. At least, I hope she wasn't. Keith never had a good rep when it came to asking people out. "I just don't see you and Sam working out," Robin sighed. "Thank you, Robin, for the encouragement," I remarked.

She rolled her eyes at my response. She hopped over the counter to grab a pencil that had fallen. Robin set it back into the jar next to the computer. "I'm just saying," she put her hands up, "You have the perfect person in your life, and you just can't see it." She ignored my confused expression and continued speaking.

"Steve. Y/N, I'm talking about Steve."

"What?"

"Steve. I'm talking about him," she repeated. "Yeah, I heard you the first time," I responded. I shook my head in disagreement, moving over to the computer to type in today's rentals. Robin walked around to join my side.

She set a hand on top of mine, pulling my hand away from the keyboard. "Cingulomania," she said. Now I was really freaking confused. She let out a long, heavy sigh. "The desire to be held in someone's arms," Robin continued. "Huh?" I replied.

"Oh my god. You and Steve are really the same," Robin said. She reached over the computer to turn it off. Before I could stop her, Robin grabbed the notebook and pen and chucked it over the counter. She stared at me with crossed arms. "Cingulomania. It means the desire to be held in someone's arms," Robin repeated.

I turned to her in the office chair, my own arms crossed. Now I know why Robin told Keith that she could cover Steve's shift. "The reason why your dates have failed is because that little part of your brain is telling you not to move forward," Robin explained. "Are you telling me that I'm self-sabotaging my dating life?" I said.

"That is exactly what I'm saying," Robin said. She leaned to the side, so she rested against the counter again. "Why in the hell would I do that?" I said. "Because you don't want to think about how many times you could've been with Steve," Robin clarified, "I know the two of you like the back of my hand. You're extremely the same."

Robin stood up straight to continue speaking her point. "When the both of you make eye contact, it's like there's a conversation going on without the talking aspect. Whenever we have movie nights, there is no hesitation when it comes to holding each other's hands," Robin explained, "And I see the way you blush when Steve puts his arms around you. Same with him." She put her hands on her hips.

I could tell she was very proud of herself. I stood up from the desk to retrieve the notebook and pen that she threw. "Dustin sees it. Lucas, Mike, and Max all see it. You and Steve are just too blind to see it," Robin said. "You're delusional," I retorted.

"No. You're delusional for not using your smart-ass brain to see," Robin said. I stared at her for a few seconds before putting the book down. I pinched the area between my brows, realizing that Robin was right. "Okay, but I'm still going on the date tonight," I said.

Robin's mouth fell open at the sound of my statement. She followed me as I walked over to another shelf that had been messed up. "Did everything I just tell you not reach your ears?" Robin said. "No, it did," I replied, "I've already canceled once on Sam, I don't want to cancel last minute." Robin groaned, tilting her head back. "Why are you so nice to people?" she said.

I shrugged and went back to organized. She kept her eyes on for a split second before walking over to the front of the store to start on some more chores. For the rest of our shift, I couldn't stop thinking about what Robin said.

Sometimes I try to not let the things she says get to my head. But this one really stuck with me. Maybe she was right. Maybe I am self-sabotaging without even realizing it.

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(Later that night)

"And so, I told him I wasn't going to buy the truck because it was a waste of money," Sam shrugged, "I mean, you know how much I just love my cars. This guy was really trying to sell me something that would just fall apart." I smiled, nodding along. I should've stuck with what Robin said.

This date was going terribly. All Sam had been talking about was the cars he or his dad had. And all I had been thinking about was how I wish I could be at my apartment with my friends, primarily Steve. While in thought, I hadn't realized Sam had asked me what color he should paint his Corvette.

I cleared my throat and went back to eating my dinner. Sam waited impatiently for my response. "What about red?" I suggested. "Nah. I've already got two red cars," he replied. My lips pressed in a thin one as I nodded in reply. He grinned, taking a sip of his drink. Molly, our waitress, came over and asked how we were doing.

Sam quickly replied that we were doing wonderful. Molly glanced at me. "Great. The food is great, thank you," I said. She looked at me questionably before leaving me and my date to ourselves. Thankfully, Sam hadn't caught the glance. "So, what're you doing for spring break?" Sam asked.

He cut up his steak, pouring a ridiculous amount of sauce on the pieces. "Not much. I think my friends and I might stay at Lovers Lake for a few days," I answered. Sam nodded and then drenched the rest of his steak in the sauce. "Where are you going?" I asked. "Cape Cod, my grandparents have a nice house right on the shore," he answered.

The more the date continued, the more I realized that Sam was just like the other guys. I looked around the restaurant discreetly to find our waitress. "You should see the view," Sam quickly added. He went on and on about the house and, what do you know, his cars. This wasn't anything like our first date.

I finished my Y/F/M and set my fork on the side of the plate. "My father is having an opening ceremony for his work this Monday. I was wondering if you could be my plus one," Sam said, "There will be a great Jazz band. Wonderful food. And you'll get to meet some of my father's successful coworkers."

Molly came over with a pitcher of water, pouring some into my glass. I smiled at her and took a sip. "Um," I began but was interrupted. "Great. It is black-tie attire. You can wear that black dress you wore for your Speech class," Sam interjected. "Sam, I never said yes," I shook my head.

My date look at me, very confused. He pushed his plate to the side, giving me his full attention. "Why wouldn't you say yes? It will be a great party. You'll meet wonderful people, and-" Sam said. Molly walked over to the table, preventing Sam from speaking any further. "So sorry to interrupt," she said.

Our waitress pulled her blonde hair away from her face, her arms behind her back. "Y/N is it?" she asked me. I nodded in response. "I think we went to high school together," Molly said. She winked at me and covertly tilted her head to Sam. I soon took the hint when I noticed Sam's focus on downing the rest of his water.

"Oh, yes. We had Biology together, didn't we?" I said.

"We sure did. Mr. Harris' class," Molly smiled, pulling an act. I smiled in a thankful manner. She then turned to Sam, who looked up from his now empty plate. "Sir, if you'd like to go ahead and pay where you walked in, that would be great," Molly said. I lowered my head, acting like I was fixing the sleeve of my dress.

Sam glanced at Molly and then at me. Molly stood there, smiling. He sighed and stood up from the table. "Just over there, sir," the waitress pointed to the wooden podium. He never thanked her and walked to the front. I watched him as he pulled out his wallet. "Thank you," I said to Molly.

She smiled and set a hand on my shoulder. "Of course. I could tell that he wasn't being very gentlemen-like," Molly said. I thanked her one more time before meeting Sam at the front of the fancy restaurant. It was quiet on the way over to Sam's convertible. Sam hadn't even opened up the door like he did when he picked me up.

And it was quiet on the way to my apartment. I leaned my head against the back of the seat, watching as the trees and light posts flew past. Sam pulled up into the parking lot of my apartment complex. "Thank you," I said as he stopped the car. Sam nodded. He didn't say anything.

I took my purse from the spot in front of my feet. Sam pulled away as soon as I got out of his car. "Well, that went great," I said. I grabbed my keys from the pocket of my purse. The lights were still on when I unlocked the front door, same with the tv. "Your home!" Robin exclaimed, jumping up from the living room couch.

She grinned with her arms up in the air. I took off my shoes, setting them into the basket on the side. "How did you get in here?" I asked. "Extra key," Steve said, walking into the living room from the kitchen. I rolled my eyes and shrugged off my jean jacket. The two of them sat on the couch with a bowl of popcorn sitting on the coffee table.

"And I see you've also raided my pantry," I commented. I noticed that there were a few bags of chips sitting on the island. Steve put up a thumbs up. "How was the date?" he asked, tilting his head back so he could look at me. "It was definitely a date," I answered. Both of them look at me with furrowed brows.

It was nice to get changed out of my dress and into a comfy pair of pajamas. Steve and Robin were still watching their movie when I stepped out of my room. "So, another failed date?" Robin said. I nodded and grabbed a drink from the fridge. "What was it this time?" Steve asked.

Once I had my drink, I sat down on the couch. "All he had to talk about was what car he should drive next to school. Or trying to decide where he wants to go on vacation," I explained, "And don't get me started on how much he wants everyone to know how wealthy his family is."

Robin handed me the bowl of snacks. I smiled at her. "I take it that the date didn't go well then," Steve said. "Yeah. We had this really sweet waitress named Molly. She knew right away how I felt about Sam," I added. I noticed that the two of them were watching the Karate Kid without me.

"I can't believe you guys didn't wait for me. I thought we were friends," I said, handing the snack bowl back to Robin. "You were taking too long," Robin sighed. She leaned back on the couch and pulled the knitted blanket to her chin. I rolled my eyes. Steve took the blanket he was using and draped one end over me.

I thanked him with a smile and put my head on his shoulder. Steve reached for my hand, lacing my fingers with his. Robin glimpsed at me for a second. She winked and brought her focus back to the television.

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(The Next Day - A Shift at Family Video)

"What about this one?" Steve said, showing me another movie suggestion. It was Saturday, and the store was surprisingly slow today. I yawned and shrugged my shoulders. "The Goonies?" Steve suggested again. "Oh, Josh Brolin," I said.

I reached for the tape, but Steve pulled his hand away. "Oop, never mind," he said. He leaned over to put the movie back into the pile. "What? What's wrong with Josh Brolin?" I said, turning so I faced him.

He looked at me with raised brows like I had just asked something absurd. "Nothing is wrong with Josh Brolin. The guy is great. But if I have to see Robin make googley eyes at Kerri Green one more time, I'm banning The Goonies from our movie list," Steve said.

I nodded and told him to look through the stack of movies again. He sighed, bringing the pile over to the two of us. Steve leaned back with a hand at the top of the shelf. I looked through the stack, trying to find one that we haven't seen. "Okay. We've got...." my sentence trailed.

We had at least four or five other options, but I still wanted to watch The Goonies. I held up the movie and waved it around to try and convince him. "C'mon...." I said. Steve sighed. "Yeah, sure," Steve replied (GIF Above). I cheered to myself and walked over to behind the register.

Steve set the basket back onto the cart to put them away later. He leaned against the counter, his arms crossed. Steve looked at me as I logged into the computer. "What?" I said, not glancing away from the screen. "Nothing," he shrugged. I looked at him with narrowed eyes.

I finished logging the movie into our store's system. Steve followed me with his eyes as I walked around the register to grab my water bottle from the cart. "Can I ask you a question?" he asked. "Depends on what the question is," I responded, taking a sip of my water and leaning against the side of an aisle.

He smirked and stood beside me, his shoulder against mine. "Do you know what cingulomania means? Robin mentioned it yesterday," Steve spoke, "Sometimes I feel like she just makes up random words to confuse me. Which, if she is, it's working."

[Flashback to the day before. Third-Person View]

Robin and Steve walked through the front door of Y/N's apartment, using the key that Y/N had given them. Robin took her Converse off and dropped them into the basket beside the door. She immediately put the movie in and hopped onto the couch.

She ignored the pillows that fell onto the ground when she settled in. Steve grabbed some popcorn from the top shelf in the kitchen, putting it into the microwave. He glanced at the clock, trying to guess when Y/N would get home from work.

Despite Steve's growing feelings for Y/N, he was eager to hear how her date went. He didn't like to admit that part of him was happy she didn't have a successful date. Steve, too, suffered from cingulomania even though he had no idea what that word meant.

Robin had tried explaining on the way over, but Steve was so confused that she didn't even bother to continue. "You really don't know what cingulomania means?" Robin said. She looked over the top of the couch to see Steve. He shook his head and took out a large bowl from the kitchen island.

She rolled her eyes and turned the volume down on the television. Robin had been looking forward to watching a movie with her friends. She was also hoping Y/N would get home soon so they could finish it together.

"How come I've never heard of it?" Steve said, pouring the snack into a bowl. "Because you're an idiot," Robin corrected. "Wow, how kind of you," Steve remarked. He joined his best friend in the living room. Robin took the bowl from him, shoving the popcorn into her mouth.

Steve picked up the pillows that fell, resting them on the recliner beside the television. He took a blanket from the basket and sat back down. "To put it in simpler terms for your small-minded brain," Robin tapped his head. Steve brought his hands up and fixed his hair. "It basically means that you want to be in her arms, or you want her to be in your arms," Robin said.

Now, Steve was even more confused about how Robin could possibly know about his feelings. "You're not very good at hiding it," Robin said. "Well, I must be. Because Y/N hasn't said a thing," Steve replied, eating the popcorn. She never responded to his reply. Instead, she looked at him with raised brows.

She took the bowl from him and put it on the coffee table. Robin turned down the volume, trying to get her friend's attention. "Steve, you need to make a move or something because it's starting to get exhausting watching you two love each other from afar," Robin said.

Steve sighed and looked back at the movie, pulling the blanket so it covered his arms. "I'll do it," he claimed. "When? Because I talked to Y/N today, and - by the way, you two are creepily right for each other," Robin said, changing the subject mid-sentence. Steve thought to himself, rethinking everything he's done for Y/N and what he's said.

Robin set a hand on his shoulder. "You know her. And you should know that she'll like you no matter what," Robin said, "Plus if it works out for you and Y/N. I could totally add Matchmaker to my resume." Steve looked at her, confused. Robin disregarded Steve's expression and leaned back with a smile on her face.

[Present Day. Y/N's Point of View]

I looked up from my water bottle, remembering what Robin said to me yesterday. 'Cingulomania. It means the desire to be held in someone's arms,' Robin's words popped into my head. "I don't know. What does it mean?" I question, going along.

Steve crossed his arms, playing with the loose thread from his green vest. "The desire to be held in someone's arms," he responded. "Oh," I said, nodding. He nodded as well. "I do think Robin mentioned it to be, then," I said. Steve glanced at me.

"Robin made a comment or two about my dating life. And, how there is a possibility that I am self-sabotaging these dates without realizing it," I answered, "Which I don't think is possible because I've had fun....at least I think I've had fun."

He nodded as I spoke. I felt his hand brush mine. "So, then Robs said the word 'Cingulomania,' to which she followed with, 'You have the perfect person in your life, and you just can't see it'," I paused for a brief moment but was cut short when Steve spoke.

"Who's the guy?"

Steve fixed his position, his shoulder against the wooden side of the shelf. His arms laid at his sides rather than crossed over his chest. "You," I said, "Which I thought was completely wrong, but then I thought about how much I want to be with you at all times and not with those stupid dates who, clearly, have no interest in me."

"So, yes, maybe I suffer from whatever the wor-"

"Cingulomania."

"Yes, that," I pointed at him, "And, so what if sometimes I want to hold your hand or feel what's like to be in your arms. Or, I don't know."

Steve brought a hand out and lowered my arms. I guess I had taken after Robin by waving my hands around when speaking. "I think you're hanging out with Robin too much because you almost poked my eye," Steve joked. I chuckled, feeling my cheeks turn to a light shade of pink.

He laced his hand with mine and kissed the top of my hand. "You don't have another date soon, right?" Steve said. "Nope," I shook my head while speaking. He smirked, leaning his head down to kiss me.

He pulled me closer by the waist, my grip on my water bottle slipping. Steve caught it before it fell on my foot. I felt him smirk against my lips and set the water bottle on the rickety cart behind me. Steve pulled away first, the smile on his freckled face never leaving.

"I don't think I suffer from cingulomania anymore," I said. "Good, that's good," he nodded, leaning down to kiss me again.

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