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voiceswithoutlips · 4 years

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Sugar - Chapter One

— pairing: Jimin x Reader — genre: College AU, Smut, Fluff, Minor Angst — word count: 2.7K — warnings: none yet

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— chapter summary:

Its a normal day for Y/N, homework, lectures, club meetings and smack in the middle of it lands a hot boy, can Y/N resist him?

— A/N: This is my first time writing smut so I’d really love some feedback <3

“...what you need is some hardcore de-stressing,” Donna whispered in the middle of the lecture. “The kind where you are on your knees and …”

I elbowed her in the ribs before she could continue. Sure I was a little stressed, maybe more than a little but I wasn’t going to have some ‘hardcore destressing’. I stayed as far away from any kind of relationships as possible, even casual ones that came with certain ‘benefits’. Why? Because I didn’t want to fall into a pit of despair again. My last relationship blew up like a balloon with too much helium. It took a really long time for me to pull myself out of depression. So no more relationships, no more men or women. I was going to prioritize my sanity and focus on my studies. At least that’s what I told myself.

“Seriously Donna, I don’t need any kind of de-stressing, I’m fine,” I whispered back. Professor Cameron was talking about Paradise Lost today. He had the unique ability to turn every exciting story into a boring ramble. Something I learned on my first day when he taught Shakespeare as if he was reciting his grocery list. I bet even his grocery list was more exciting.

“Just come with me to the cafe, there's this new barista ...mmm the muscles on that guy. I wouldn’t mind having him with some cream,” she said, licking her lips.

“Eww Donna, keep your dirty mind to yourself,” I shook my head. Donna was the kind of person who enjoyed life to the fullest. She ate when she was hungry, drank when she was stressed and fucked when she was horny. I always envied her simplicity. I grew up learning control, you plan, you strategize and then you make a move. That’s what my parents taught me. I never did anything spontaneous, caution was my base nature.

“...Ms. Y/N do you have something to share with the rest of us?” Professor Cameron was staring daggers at me.

“Uh ..no Professor,” I said sheepishly as everyone in class stared at me. The rest of the class was uneventful, Professor Cameron went on and on with a few sarcastic remarks here and there about ‘undisciplined students’. I swear to god the man was a dinosaur, if it were up to him we’d be using slate and chalk to take notes.

“Thanks for that,” I said as Donna and I collected our bags and left the building.

“Come on, I’ll buy you a coffee to show you how very sorry I am,” her tone was solemn but her eyes held mischief.

“Pfft, you only want to go there to ogle at the hot barista,”

“He is sooo hot. He is a second year dance major, he just transferred here. Man, the way he moves …” Donna was almost drooling.

“Not my type,” I said dismissively. There was something about muscular guys that put me off. Donna loved guys with big muscles, she loved Jocks. Personally I never saw the appeal, I liked my men on the softer side.

“Oh honey, he’s totally your type,” Donna scoffed as we entered the cafe. It wasn’t far from the main building so it was always full of students drinking their sixth coffee of the day so they could stay awake in their next lecture. We were no different, after Cameron’s class I desperately needed a ‘pick me up’ or I’d be too sleepy to assist Professor Min in the next lecture.

The first thing I saw as I entered the cafe was a bunch of girls making heart eyes at the new barista. He wasn’t much taller than I was and man was he hot. Donna was right, he was totally my type. He was muscular but not in a jock kind of way, he reminded me of a panther. He was lithe, his every movement was graceful as if choreographed. His mouth was feminine, plump lips that made me wonder what it’d be like to bite into them. His eyes slightly unfocused as if he was daydreaming about something intense. I wondered what it’d be like to put his tiny wait in a corset.

“Fuck,” the word left my mouth. I knew I was done for. Just looking at him made me hot.

I made my way to one of the corner tables, leaving Donna to get our coffee. Dumping a bunch of books on the table I started working on my assignments. I was determined not to get anywhere near that barista. I had a feeling I wouldn’t be able to resist him. He was totally my type. Destiny was determined to torture me.

“This is my friend Y/N! She’s our resident assistant,” I heard Donna and I lifted my head. My heart stopped. He was standing there, beside Donna, looking at me like I was the sweetest candy in the world.

“Y/N this is Park Jimin, he is moving to our dorm today, can you believe it?!!” I could not. Dear universe, stop torturing me.

“Nice to meet you,” he said offering his hand. His voice was just like the rest of him, a mixture of delicate and sexy.

“Let me know if you need any help,” I said, taking his hand like the good RA that I was. Instead of shaking it, he lifted my hands to lips, sending electricity right down to my core.

“I’m sure I’ll need a lot of help,” I didn’t even realize I was holding my breath until he smirked at me.

I quickly took back my hand. That man was doing things to me. I hadn’t gotten laid since I broke up with Dan months ago, my body was screaming at me. There was just something about Park Jimin that made you want to ride him till he begged for mercy. The thought made me incredibly horny.

Donna was practically bouncing in her seat. She had informed me multiple times that Jimin was staring at me from behind the counter. I just couldn’t make myself turn my head to confirm it, I didn’t want to confirm it. That’d be a terrible idea. He was bringing down my walls like a stick of dynamite and I’d only met him an hour ago. I had to stick to my resolve.

I sipped on coffee as dark as my soul. Donna always made a face whenever we went out. She had a sweet tooth, I hated sugar. Anything sweet was bound to make me nauseous. The only sweet food that I could tolerate was ice cream. Even on my birthday I only ate two bites of the cake before I tapped out, sugar just wasn’t my thing.

“So, what do you do for fun around here,” Jimin said, slipping in the chair beside me. He had taken off his apron. He was wearing a pink turtleneck that hugged his body and tight black jeans that left nothing to the imagination. I was surprised to see him in boots with two inch heels. Dan would’ve scoffed at him for wearing them.

I was hot as a furnace and wet. I was practically leaking, I thanked all the higher powers out there for giving me the brains to wear jeans instead of a skirt. I was two hundred percent sure that he could smell my arousal. The only saving grace that I had was that none of it showed on my face.

“Depends on your definition of fun,” I said as I watched him pour 4 packets of sugar in his coffee, eww.

“Do you like movies? You can join our movie club!” Donna said with puppy eyes.

“Are you in the movie club Y/N?” Jimin asked. I almost didn’t hear him, I was too busy staring at hands as he stirred his coffee. He had the cutest pinkie in the world.

“Pfft, she’s the club president and the RA and she’s also Professor Min’s teaching assistant. Y/N is like super smart,” Donna bragged. I could see the excitement on Donna’s face. This wasn’t the first time she’d tried to set me up with a guy. I knew all her tactics. It started with bragging and then swiftly escalated to Donna setting up dates. I never went to those dates. I wondered if I would go if it was Jimin.

“It’s not that big of a deal,” I mumbled. I was never good with compliments.

“You must be so busy, doesn’t your boyfriend mind?” Jimin asked with a curious look.

“I don’t have a boyfriend,” I knew what he was getting at.

“Good to know,” he smiled. He was cute when he smiled. I mentally kicked myself for staring, in my defense he was gorgeous.

“I should go, I can’t be late for Professor Min’s lecture. He’s really strict,” I apologized as I gathered my stuff. It was true, Professor Min was known for his no-nonsense attitude but that wasn’t the only reason. I desperately needed some release. “It was really nice meeting you Jimin, see you at the dorm I guess,” I gave him a smile and before he could reply practically ran out of the cafe.

I woke up this morning thinking about my thesis, not even in my wildest dreams did I expect a Park Jimin to land right in the middle of it. He was the embodiment of my desires. Just looking at him made me horny, which was very uncharacteristic for me. I was a romantic, I wanted to fall in love and go on silly dates. The first time I had sex with Dan was two months after we started dating. I was the kind of person to take it slow. I’ve never even had a one night stand.

“This is so uncalled for,” I mumbled to no one in particular. I quickly made my way to the women’s locker, thankfully it was empty. I locked myself in one of the stalls, put one foot on the toilet and unceremoniously stuffed my hand in my pants. I sighed as my fingers touched my nub, finally! I rubbed myself in rough circles, pressing down hard. I was biting my lips to stop the moans that threatened to burst out.

I imagined what it’d be like to have Jimin’s fingers inside me, what it’d be like to have him lick the slick off of my dripping pussy. I wondered how his dick would feel stuffed in my folds, it definitely belonged there. Would he slowly make love to me or would he fuck me like some animal in heat?

My pussy was clenching on nothing, I desperately needed something inside me. But the downside of wearing skinny jeans is that there’s not much room to maneuver down there and I didn’t want to take off my pants on the dirty bathroom floor. I had to settle with rubbing my clit as if my life depended on it.

I imagined Jimin's beautiful mouth wet with my juices as he looked up at me from the floor, my hands in his hair, holding him there, on his knees. I was so close...

“Y/N you there?” I almost jumped out of my skin. It was Donna, how the fuck did she find me?

“Yeah,” I said, my voice was breathy. I reluctantly took my hand out of my pants and adjusted my clothes.

“Come on, we’re going to be late for Professor Min’s lecture!” I followed her out. My face was flushed with embarrassment. I was annoyed at Donna, I was so close... I screamed internally, this day just kept getting worse.

After the lectures were over Donna had dragged me around the campus in search of Professor Cameron because she forgot to log her attendance. And then there was the student council meeting that ended with us having a mini party to celebrate the start of the semester. To conclude, I didn’t get a chance to do anything about the wetness in my panties. I was still hot, horny and absolutely frustrated.

“Come on in Y/N,” our dorm supervisor said as I knocked on his door. “We have a new student who needs a buddy, I hope you won’t mind,” he said as soon as I entered.

I internally sighed. There he was, Park Jimin, in all his delicious glory, standing in front of the desk. He gave me a smile as our eyes met. I quickly looked away, I felt guilty, just hours ago I had imagined him doing things to me as I played with myself. If he ever found out what I did, he’d think of me as some creep.

“Of course not, welcome to Drake Hall Jimin!” I tried to sound welcoming but I was still horny and my state was only getting worse the more I looked at him.

“Excellent, it's settled then! Y/N why don’t you show him the dorm,” yep, sure, why not. It’s not like I wanted to jump him then and there, rip his clothes off and ride him like a friggin pogo stick.

It was well past midnight and I was all alone in the study room. I had given Jimin the standard dorm tour and then left him at his room, telling him to call me if he needed anything. I was his buddy after all. I groaned internally. It was like a meteor had hit my safe little planet and now it burned my body like never before.

I slowly slid my hand down to the crotch of my cotton shorts and cupped myself, slightly humping into my hand. The feeling made me gasp but it wasn’t enough. I tugged the fabric to a side, revealing my pussy to the room. Nope, I wasn’t wearing any panties. “Fuck you Park Jimin,” I gasped as I slid two fingers in easily, I was ready for a dick but my fingers would have to suffice. I slowly fucked myself, moving my hips to meet my fingers, trying my best not to make a sound.

“Need some help?” a voice whispered in my ear. I squeaked and tried to get up but he pushed me down on the chair. “So you want to fuck me?” I could hear the smirk in Jimin’s voice.

“Dream on loverboy,” I whispered back. His hand trailed down my arm and he cupped me over my hand. He buried his face in my neck, licking and biting until he heard my moan. He chuckled.

“Tell me, were you imagining what my dick would feel like in this pussy?” he said as he slipped a finger into me. “What it’d be like to be fucked senseless?” another finger. “To be fucked so hard that it’d be impossible for you to walk the next day,” third finger. His voice was breathy, sending vibrations through my body. He refused to move his fingers.

“Stop teasing,” I said through gritted teeth as I forced myself not to hump on his fingers like a bitch in heat.

“So eager, so wet for me,” he bit down on my neck as he finally started moving his fingers at a maddeningly slow pace. He licked and bit, leaving a trail of purple bruises. I desperately wanted to touch my breasts but he trapped my hands in his other hand. Not allowing me to touch myself.

“Faster,” I commanded.

“No,” he chuckled. Why was he so frustrating?

“Please ..” I whined.

“Please what?”

“Please make me cum on your goddamn fingers,” I begged.

“As you wish,” he earnestly started fucking me with his fingers. The room was filled with unholy squelching sounds. I couldn’t move my hands, he was holding them too tight. I couldn’t kiss him because he refused to leave me neck, the only thing I could do was gasp and moan.

I could feel the pressure building in my abdomen as he fucked my mercilessly. He curled his fingers and I came undone. My orgasm exploded through me, literally, I squirted all over his fingers. He kept going, helping me ride out the pleasure. Finally he withdrew his fingers and patted my crotch as I went limp in the chair, all blissed out.

“Good night princess,” he lightly kissed me on the cheek and left.

#bts smut #bts fluff #jimin smut #college au #jimin x reader #jimin x you #pink jimin #bts jimin #jimin fluff #bcc #btscreatorscorner #sugar

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amelialincoln · 3 years

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Could you please do a cute family trip to the beach like a babymoon but with scout or something like that?

Hotel California

“Give it to me.” Link stuck an outstretched palm into her sight of vision. Amelia pulled back as he tried to snatch the phone as a result of not receiving a reply.

“It’s Tom, this patient is critical. He asked for advice.” Amelia leaned away from her frustrated husband.

“Okay, and I’m sure Tom is completely capable of handling it on his own.” Link finally grabbed the phone from her hands, glancing at their conversation. “You’re unbelievable. He didn’t even text you, you were just being controlling and asking for updates.”

“It’s my patient! He should be sending me scans and keeping me informed.”

“Uh no...he should be doing the opposite of that because that’s what I asked him to do.” Link rolled his eyes and leaned back on the beach lounger. “Let it go, Amelia.” She sighed, looking out onto the beach and fixating on Scout who was building a sandcastle a couple meters away.

“He should have sun--”

“I’ve applied it twice in the time that you’ve been obsessing over your phone,” Link teased. “I thought this babymoon was going to destress you but maybe we just should’ve stayed home.” Amelia grinned at him as he beckoned for her to join him on his chair. She interlaced her fingers around the bottom of her bump and slowly moved to sit in his lap. “Man, you’re huge.” Link faked a struggle as she laid back on his chest.

“Shut up,” she laughed. “You're giving your seven month pregnant wife a little too much grief today.”

“Almost eight,” he ran a couple of kisses along her neck as clipped the salty curls out of her face that were getting tangled in the warm breeze. “Did you take your BP this morning?”

“Link,” Amelia groaned. “Can we just relax about everything for a bit?”

“You’re the one checking your phone constantly. The whole reason we’re taking time off from work is to try and get it down.”

“Don’t worry, Carina has made that very clear.” Amelia awkwardly crossed her arms over her swollen stomach and pouted. “It’s weird, I never had a single blood pressure issue with Scout.”

“Probably because you weren’t chasing around a two year old while working full time at the same time as growing a baby.”

“I don’t want to have the conversation about working less again. Mer works full time and she has three kids.”

“Fine,” Link sighed, running a hand through his shaggy hair. “I just want you both to be healthy.” He wrapped his arms around her abdomen, providing a bit of relief by pulling up a bit. “I don’t know how you carry this around all day,” he laughed.

“I haven’t moved from this seat in the last three days,” she leant her head back to meet his eyes. Link didn’t have Amelia’s naturally tanned skin and had gotten quite the sunburn on the first day. It had gotten better but his cheeks were still tainted crimson. Link grinned as her deep, blue eyes stared up at him and pressed a lingering kiss to her swollen lips.

“Maybe we should move to California. I wouldn’t mind seeing you in a bikini all day.”

“Been there done that,” she laughed. “Addie would probably melt if we told her that she could actually see her godson on the daily.”

“Jake’s a nice guy. I wouldn’t mind having them around often,” Link mused, glancing at Scout and giving him a wave.

“Dadda! I made a hospital in the sand!” Scout hollered. “For you and Mommy!”

“Good job, bud!” Link shouted back, shaking his head with amusement. “That boy is your son through and through.” Amelia grinned as she glanced at Scout, who was resembling her brother more and more every day.

“Does it bother you?” She teased.

“Not at all. The next one’s gonna be all me.” He soothed a couple of kicks that were beginning to flutter over her bladder.

“I need to get up and walk around or she’s going to get restless,” Amelia sighed, placing a hand over his. “This one is going to be hyperactive for sure.” Link ginned, nodding and picked up the newspaper beside him as Amelia put on a straw hat and sunglasses and strolled over to their son.

“Hi Mama,” Scout babbled, handing her a shell. “I finded this for you.”

“Thanks, baby,” Amelia smiled, opening her palm towards him. “We can add it to the collection.” Scout had insisted on giving Amelia almost every shell he’d found on the beach. The “collection” consisted of almost a hundred pieces of shells, barnacles and sea glass at this point. “Can we go see auntie Addie again tonight?” Scout asked absentmindedly, digging a hole with his pudgy hands.

“No bud, we’re going to visit Charlotte and Cooper this evening. We’ll see your auntie tomorrow though.” Scout let out a large sigh but nodded.

“Okay.”

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“Aw, look at ya!” Charlotte’s outstretched arms greeted the family from the doorway. “Come here.” She pulled Amelia into a gentle hug before kneeling down to Scout’s height and ruffling his dark brown curls. “Hey, mister. Want a popsicle?”

“Charlotte, you’ll ruin his dinner,” Amelia groaned but Scout was already squealing happily as Georgia led him into the kitchen.

“Look at you acting all motherly. I remember you basically smuggling Mason candy every time he came to the practice.”

“Is he here tonight?” Amelia asked.

“Nope, he went with Coop on the trip. They feel bad about not being able to see ya but we had no idea you were even coming.”

“Our bad. It was all very last minute,” Link replied, breathlessly leaning over to give Charlotte an awkward hug while juggling a couple platters of appetizers.

“I wanted to help him bring stuff in.” Amelia rolled her eyes. “Apparently, I’m too fragile.”

“Fragile and Amelia Shepherd aren’t two words I would put together in a sentence often,” Charlotte joked, welcoming the couple into the entryway. “Addison mentioned that y’all were having a bit of a struggle with this pregnancy.”

“Oh, of course she did,” Amelia eyed Link with exasperation. “I’m fine, everyone’s been making such a big deal.” She grabbed one of the plates from Link’s hands spitefully and practically marched into the kitchen.

“Well, isn’t she just a ball of delight,” Charlotte chuckled. “Come on in, Link. It’s nice to see you.”

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Saying their goodbyes was hard as always. Amelia would do anything to try and convince Charlotte to come work at Grey Sloan and Charlotte would do anything to try and get Amelia to move back to California. Finally Scout’s grumpiness, as a result of his bedtime passing, meant that the couple had to leave and Amelia’s poor attempt to hold back tears failed as they finally got into the car.

“Hormones.” Both Link and Amelia said in sync as they met each other's gaze. Amelia craned her neck to peer back at Scout who was fast asleep in his carseat, soft snores coming from his mouth. They pulled into their hotel as the sun disappeared from the horizon. Amelia went to pull Scout out of his carseat out of habit before Link tugged her aside and picked their sleeping son up into his own arms.

“You got the hotel key?” He asked.

“Yeah,” she replied with a yawn.

“Tired, babe?” Link turned to glance back at his wife, who was waddling slowly behind him and tried to hide his amusement. Amelia nodded, catching up to him as Link slowed down. “Sounds like it's bedtime for everyone.”

“Apparently not,” Amelia groaned, rubbing the underside of her belly as the familiar flutters started back up again, receiving a sympathetic look from Link as she unlocked their hotel room. Link placed Scout carefully on the hotel’s king sized bed without a sound and began to fish through their suitcase. “His pjs are in my bag. I wasn’t sure if we were going to put him down at Charlotte’s or not.” She took off the heels that she heavily regretted wearing and rubbed her swollen feet.

“Probably would’ve been smart. Poor guy is exhausted.”

“We can sleep in. Flight’s not until one,” Amelia responded softly, brushing her son’s hair out of his face. Scout didn't even flinch, dead asleep.

“She still kicking?”

“Not as much anymore.” Amelia ghosted a hand over her abdomen. “Had me worried for a sec.”

“Don’t jinx it.” Link grinned, finally finding Scout’s pjs in Amelia’s bag and throwing them at her.

“No kidding.” She pulled their son’s popsicle covered t-shirt off and motioned for Link to run it under water in the sink before taking off the rest. Link came to sit beside her as she finished buttoning up Scout’s dinosaur onesie and rubbed her back gently.

“Can I take your BP now?”

“Link, I just want to go to bed,” Amelia sighed, leaning into his touch and closing her eyes.

“I know, babe. It’ll just take a second.” He grabbed the portable monitor from his suitcase and secured the strap around her arm. Link watched the screen intently as the strap inflated and began to deflate before the final number came up on the screen. “One twenty-nine over eighty.” He bit his nail, glancing up at her. “I mean it’s a bit better.” Amelia looked away, shaking her arm out of the band and trudged into the bathroom. “Amelia,” Link sighed, following her and waiting as she splashed water on her face before picking up her toothbrush.

“One twenty-nine over eighty is crap,” she mumbled, through a mouthful of toothpaste. “This whole thing is stupid. The more that people freak me out about numbers and bad outcome statistics and birth plans the more I get stressed.”

“Who’s talking to you about bad outcome statistics?” Link demanded with a hint of anger in his usually calm voice.

“Addie.” Amelia spat in the sink. “She’s worried about placental abruption. She thinks our best bet is C-section.”

“Okay, well Addie is not our doctor. Carina said that as long as we monitor you closely, a natural birth is completely safe.” Amelia shrugged, turning back into their bedroom. “I thought that’s what you wanted?”

“I want our baby to be safe,” Amelia affirmed. “I think Addie should do it.”

“Carina is perfectly capable of delivering. She’s been through this with us the entire time. She knows your condition better than anyone and Scout turned out okay,” Link pressed, watching Amelia trace a protective hand along her bump absentmindedly. She glanced up at him, seeming to give into exhaustion.

“Can we talk about this tomorrow?” She begged.

“Yeah.” Link nodded, giving in to his tired wife. “Of course we can. Let’s get you to bed.” He unbuttoned her dark blue dress that complimented her eyes perfectly and unclasped her bra before handing her one of his oversized t-shirts.

“My boobs are huge,” she complained, crawling into bed.

“I know. You were in a swimsuit with me all day,” he teased, undressing until he was in his boxers and slipping into bed beside her. “Hey,” he chuckled, as he received a pathetic slap from a pillow. “I wasn’t complaining.”

“My pregnancy with Scout was so easy.” She shook her head, trying to think back to if her ankles were the size of grapefruits back then.

“You were probably just distracted by all the drama,” Link joked. “I remember some good complaints. The braxton hicks were bad.”

“I don’t have anything to compare those to yet,” Amelia nuzzled her head into Scout’s who was lying fast asleep in between the couple and yawned.

“Go to sleep,” Link’s hand found her hair and he ran his fingers along her scalp gently. “My babies all need rest.” Amelia nodded, slowly nodding off to the soothing effect of Link’s fingertips and the crashing of the waves from outside their hotel room.

#amelink #amelia shepherd #atticus link #atticus lincoln #amelink fanfic #amelink fanfiction #greys anatomy

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lenadoyle · 4 years

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Lena has a bad day at the office and Kara has put Kerien to bed all ready. Kara fell asleep on the couch waiting up for Lena. Lena thinks it's safe to smoke on her balcony because everyone is out cold. Then the super smells the smoke and thinks the worse like the house is on fire. She looks around confused,when she sees no fire. She sees that the balcony door is cracked and boom lena is caught. I hope this goes though as tumblr has not been being good about sending my asks.

To put it simply, it had been a day. A day, in an already stressful week, in which Lena finally hit her limit. An endless stream of conference calls and board meetings, where the uptight and still disgruntled members would pick at each and every choice she made, just looking to take her down a peg. Not that she would ever budge, Lena knew where she stood and held her head high, never giving them the chance to see her falter.

She finally did, come Friday evening as she dragged her tired body home at a ridiculously unreasonable time. Kara had understood, when Lena called her earlier in the evening to explain, citing that she wanted to finish the last few things at the office so she could put the week behind her. Kara promised to take care of everything and have dinner saved for her, and no matter how much Lena tried to dissuade her, she promised she would still be up when Lena eventually returned home.

When Lena finally left the office, she decided to walk the few blocks home, hoping the fresh air would calm her. Unwillingly, she found herself itching for some kind of immediate stress relief, belatedly wishing she had called a car home so she could be in the arms of her love quicker. Pausing outside a 24/7 bodega, Lena frowned at herself as she pushed through the door, her feet leading her on autopilot to an old habit from years passed.

She spent the rest of the walk twirling the cigarette packed in her fingers, tapping the corner irritatedly as she tried to fight against the urge. Kara wasn’t a fan of smoking, Lena knew she wouldn’t ever force her not to or something, but she would be disappointed nonetheless.

The walk concluded with the packet still in tact, Lena was proud of herself for that. She took a moment to sag against the front door once it closed behind her. Breathing in the heavenly scent of her home.

“Kar?” Lena tentatively called as she trudged through the apartment.

Her body deflated more when she emerged in the den. The blonde was sprawled on the couch, head thrown back as she slept soundly. As much as Lena was glad Kara was getting some sleep, she had hoped to see her and now didn’t have the heart to wake her. Covering her in a blanket, Lena headed for their sons room, peeking in on him and leaving a lingering kiss on his hair. She inhaled his fresh scent, smiling at the hint of bubblegum shampoo she could smell, weirdo.

So here she was, standing in her quiet living room, once again fiddling with the box in her hand. Biting her lip as her eyes landed on the snoozing reporter, fuck it, she thought. Ripping off the plastic she headed for the balcony, pulling the door over behind her, leaving it open a crack should either of the occupants of the house wake. Slipping the end of the bud between her lips, sparking up her lighter, her body relaxed as she took a heavy drag.

Kara was having the best dream. She was in a cabin in the woods, with her favourite people. Swinging the axe over her head and slicing the log below her, she heard Kieran’s excited whoops coming from the porch. A huge grin covered her face as she looked over, her hands on her hips and chest puffed proudly, loving the smirk covering Lena’s lips where she stood behind him. Turning to grab another log her body froze when her nose picked up a new scent. A scream echoed and Kara spun on the spot, suddenly the cabin was engulfed in flames. Lena and Kieran, now somehow locked inside, could be seen at the window screaming for Kara to help. She couldn’t move. Why couldn’t she move.

Her body jolted, eyes flying open as she tried to get her bearings. Calling for Lena, her throat was coarse and barely made a sound. Sprinting through the apartment, Kara searched for any sort of flame, her body heaving when she finally came to a stop in Kieran’s room. Once she knew he was safe she focused on her breathing, backing out of the room so as to not wake him and she shuffled back to the den. Her brow furrowed, she could still smell smoke. Taking more time to view her surroundings, her tired eyes noticed something she missed in her previous haste. The balcony door, open a crack, and Lena hunched over the railing.

“Lena?” She croaked as she stepped into the cool midnight air, the concrete like ice beneath her feet.

“Hey love,” Lena half turned to give a lopsided smile, her thumb flicking at the nearly burnt out cigarette.

Kara crowded the heiress, letting her sag back into her broad body.

“I didn’t know you smoked.”

“I don’t really, not since before Kieran was born.” Had Lena been more alert she might have noticed how tense the reporter was. “Did I wake you?”

“Uh, kinda,” she cleared her throat, trying to brush it off, “it was the smoke, bad memories, freaked me out.”

Lena paled, she hadn’t even thought, “oh my god, Kara.” Pulling out of her arms she put out the cigarette, trying to wave all the smoke away. Rushing back, her hands cupped Kara’s cheeks, belatedly thinking her hands probably smelled of smoke too. “I’m so sorry darling, it didn’t even occur to me, god I’m terrible.” Her eyes were tearing up now, unable to bear the thought of causing Kara to relive the worst night of her life.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Kara tried to comfort her, knowing she didn’t do it with any ill will, “Lena, look at me.”

Begrudgingly, Lena tilted her head up, her chin shaking as she met the blonde’s eyes.

“It’s okay, I promise. I just wasn’t expecting it. I’ll admit it wasn’t the best way to wake up, but I’m okay. You had a big week, it’s natural for you to need to destress.”

“I’m still sorry,” Lena dropped her forehead to Kara’s chest, mumbling out more apologies.

Kara chuckled, wrapping her arms around the shorter woman, dropping a kiss to her hair. They stayed wrapped together for a few moments, soaking up each other’s presence.

“You really shouldn’t smoke you know,” Kara playful chastised.

“Yeah yeah I know, it’s bad for me,” Lena rolled her eyes.

“Well yeah, but mostly just because I don’t like the taste,” Kara grinned.

“Why would the taste bother yo-“

Kara cut her off, pressing their lips together. She took Lena’s moment of surprise to slip her tongue between cherry red lips, smiling at the moan Lena let out. As relaxed as Lena thought she was, her body sagged even more. Every tense muscle relaxed, her heart slowed and her thoughts quietened.

Kara really was the ultimate stress relief.

#lk cubed series #supercorp #supergirl #sorry if formatting is weird I did it on my phone #dunno about this one #kara danvers #lena luthor #supercorp fic #supergirl fic

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juliettalfacharlie · 3 years

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Day Two: Sole Survivor

CW death...

Since she'd been promoted to assistant chief, Lin hadn't missed a single moment of her scheduled shifts. No late arrivals, and certainly no early departures.

She called off two days in a row, turning into a third.

Aang's health had been on the decline for years, but the previous six months saw him become largely bedridden. Kya had returned then, helping Katara care for him, and Bumi received shore leave three months after that.

Tenzin was grieving, feeling the weight of his legacy more than ever. He swung between suppressing his emotions and imploding, prone to short, intense bursts. It was something Lin had strived to overcome herself, and she did her best to nullify his other stressors. She'd threatened a number of politicians and risen to become a more public figure, diverting media attention from Tenzin and his family.

Still, she'd always been limited to absolving the surrounding issues, not the main ones. Even the combined healing efforts of Katara and Kya couldn't improve Aang's health, as it wasn't possible to reverse his cells' aging.

Kya had said she saw that the first layer of Aang's aura was dim, back when she first arrived. She expressed further concern on Saturday; his seventh layer, which protected the rest of his aura and represented his spirit, also seemed weak, and that's when Lin took off work. She'd remained on Air Temple Island, breaking dormitory customs to sleep beside Tenzin.

Now it was Monday, and she'd awoken with a particularly high energy. She, Bumi, Kya, and Tenzin had taken turns filtering in and out of Aang's quarters, not keen on crowding the small room. Aang spent a portion of the day resting, as was the new normal, but he seemed to be without pain.

Lin received reports and updates from the station, but she spent the majority of her time with one of the three siblings. It was fun to shoot the shit with Bumi, and he helped her destress after Tenzin's withdrawals. He'd been taught to throw knives, axes, and a boomerang, and it was a skill he certainly maintained; in a competition without bending, he beat her in an accuracy contest. She kept him in shape, going hand-to-hand and spotting his lifting.

She sparred a little with Kya too, but the two more-frequently just talked. They liked to visit the sky bison caves, and those jaunts had evolved into general hikes, satiating Kya's drive to explore and Lin's enjoyment of the outdoors. Kya was the easiest to converse with, despite her incessant teasing banter. Lin voiced her concerns about Tenzin, Katara, and her job, topics she was unable to tell anyone else. Kya listened, offering her input when Lin asked and remaining silent when she simply needed someone else to know her thoughts.

Of course, she still spent the majority of her time with Tenzin. He recognized her struggles despite her effort to hide them and expressed his apologies for contributing to them. She'd naturally brushed off his concern, but he made an effort to reach out in times of distress instead of simmering alone. Particularly at night, he now spoke with her about his conflicts, and Lin tried to do the same. She wasn't wholly comfortable speaking about her discomforts, especially with those who caused them, but she wasn't a fan of dishonesty or deception either.

He and Lin went gliding that afternoon, and they both had an amazing few hours. Afterwards, the four kids brought dinner out to the pavilion, taking advantage of the beautiful weather after nearly a week of gloominess.

Lin sat against Tenzin while Bumi played his flute. Kya had brought a drum, obviously having coordinated, and her voice was strong and soothing. Lin let herself relax, unable to remember the last time she'd loafed around listening to music.

The sun had just begun to set when Aang appeared, leaning on Katara for support. He'd been unable to sit up in bed just yesterday, so the sight was startling.

"Dad!" Kya explained, the first to notice. Lin's eyes snapped open and she pushed off of Tenzin's chest, blinking at the sight of the Avatar.

He smiled, though it did little to soften his features with his face so gaunt. "Don't stop on my account, sweetheart. I just came to listen." he said, voice scratchy. His steps were slow but stable, and he carefully kneeled down just by the top of the steps. His back rested against a pillar, and Katara was at his side.

Bumi and Kya shared worried glances, but the eldest obediently raised his instrument back to his lips. He began to play a mellow tune, likely inspired by something he'd heard in his travels, and Kya improvised with a quiet beat.

Aang had closed his eyes, focusing on the melody from his son's flute. Katara held his hand, gaze sweeping over her children.

Kya and Bumi continued to play, eyeing one another for cues. After fifteen minutes Bumi slowed his tempo, unable to improvise another unique verse.

Kya looked back at her father, who wore a content smile on his face. She gasped as his aura darkened, his features slowly relaxing.

Katara gave her daughter a short nod, eyes focused on her husband's weathered features. Silence seemingly fell over the island; Kya grasped Bumi's hand, and Lin clung to Tenzin.

It was the night of the new moon, and the end of the Air Nomad month. While there could be no correct day to lose your loved one, especially when he was so young, it seemed like a fitting end for Aang. Surrounded by those he cared for, in the outdoors, able to see the city he'd built. In Air Nomad culture, death wasn't solely a sad thing, and funerals were held to celebrate one's life instead of mourn their loss.

No tears were spilt then, though they'd surely come in the following days. For the time being, the family was quiet. No words were exchanged but the two musicians began another tune, hoping it would soothe Aang's spirit travelling along its final journey.

Just after they got into bed, Tenzin finally spoke, "I'm the last of the airbenders now." His voice was strained, forced past the knot in his throat. He wrapped an arm around Lin's middle, forehead pressed against her shoulder.

"You're not alone in this, Tenzin, just as Aang wasn't. You have Bumi and Kya, and Katara. You have me." she said, insides twisting in guilt. Tenzin had never tried to convince her to have children, nor had he expressed any disappointment, but she knew it was something he needed.

A fraction of her, the part not driven in her job, and not terrified of raising a child that doubted every aspect of his or herself, almost wanted to give in.

Tenzin's palm was flat against her abdomen. While it was not an unusual position, tonight she felt it bind her.

"I know, thank you," he responded, thumb rubbing against her skin, "It's just terrifying not having him here anymore. My father's gone." he shuddered, pulling her closer.

Lin put a hand atop his, illness rising in her chest. What kind of girlfriend was she if she didn't even try to help him?

The fleeting thought of motherhood made her more anxious, and she felt fucking terrible for it. Why couldn't she do this? For Tenzin and for Aang?

#linzin #angstpril #cw mental health #lin beifong #tenzin #kya lok #bumi lok #aang #katara

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utterlyinevitable · 4 years

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Please can you continue the angst and do Bryce and MC breaking up after OHSY?

OK but... why would anyone break up with Bryce Lahela?????

Bryce and MC (Becca) OHSY/OH3 Breakup

Bryce and Becca’s relationship has always been easy. Everything flowed - their bodies fit together divinely. It was natural.

So natural that they didn’t need to verbally define anything. They didn’t need to.

Now that Keiki was at boarding school Becca could stay over more freely and more often. Nothing could have been better than evenings curled up on his couch with the duvet and a bucket of kettle popcorn.

As soon as they got the official letter that Edenbrook would not be operating any longer, Bryce put in for a transfer at Mass Kenmore. He’d applied to other places but Boston is where he needed to be. He has his apartment and needed to be close to Keiki.

He was happy and a weight lifted off his shoulders when he got his acceptance letter.

He kept the news mostly to himself, only casually dropping the info one night when he was grilled about his plans by the gang.

He was attacked with a hug. Everyone was so happy for him. They celebrated with shots and then the afterparty in Becca’s room was slow and sweet. Savoring.

For purely selfish reasons Becca would not apply to MK. She did not fit in with the likes of Tobias, June and Landry and really couldn’t trust a hospital that did. The idea of working beside them made her skin crawl.

But she didn’t want to be too far away from the life she built in Boston.

So she applied everywhere within a 3-hour drive.

Nothing.

No responses from anywhere, or bland rejections to try again next term.

So she threw caution to the wind and applied to other cities: LA, Miami, Dallas, San Fran, Phoenix, New York.

Still, she hadn’t heard back from a single one.

In the office one night, while reassigning paperwork, she spoke of the issues with Ethan.

He considered things and offered to reach out to Chief Fredricks at Weill in NYC.

She wasn’t thrilled about moving back home, but she accepted the gesture nonetheless.

The next week, she had a truly competitive offer from Weill.

The salary package and benefits were astounding. She couldn’t believe it. This opportunity was too good to be true.

She called Bryce immediately. “No way! That’s awesome, Becks!” “I know! And it’s not too far either, we can still spend long weekends together” “Totally. Look at us getting our lives together!”

Then, unexpectedly, Edenbrook was saved and Ethan offered her her position back.

She wanted to accept. Oh, man, did she want to stay. But the Weill gig was too good. Edenbrook could never match that. She’d be a fool to throw this opportunity away.

She declined and Ethan told her the position will still be available whenever she wants it. “You’re one hell of a doctor, Lao. When you’re ready, we’ll be here.”

She thanked him and promised to revert back after her final year. “We’ll be on the same level then, you ready for that?” “No,” he huffed with a smirk. “You’ll always be a rookie in comparison.”

Later that evening, Bryce was waiting for Becca at her apartment. Every staff member at Edenbrook got the same email about their jobs being reinstated should they want them back.

He was miffed she didn’t take the Edenbrook job.

He understands her issue with the MK internal team but... her old job was safe. Nothing has to change for her.

That was the start of the longest goodbye.

They still made the best of their moments together.

He packed up all her things and they took a road trip down to move her in. She stayed in a family-owned apartment in Brooklyn and was lucky enough to save money that way.

It was a cute one bedroom. They christened it immediately.

As they settled further into their residencies and the weeks turned into months. The weekend meetings became less and less.

Becca made a whole new group of friends and even ran into a few from her youth. She had a new local bar and 24/7 eatery. New parks and food trucks and cocky colleagues to help her destress after an egregious shift.

Bryce couldn’t stand some of the MK doctors - they were arrogant and cocky, and not in the wholesome way he is. He tried to see the gang as much as possible. But Donahue’s was a bit farther now.

He spent most nights commuting home and leaving Becca video messages about his day when she’s unable to pick up his call.

Bryce never really noticed how lonely he was before Becca and Keiki made his apartment a home.

They’ve spent 4 weekends together before the distancing feelings started settling in.

They were growing apart.

For their 5th weekend, Becca had to cut it short one day because of a case and then two hours before leaving Bryce was called into emergency surgery. Besides Tanaka, he was the only one available that knew the procedure forwards and backwards.

Instead, they had a video chat date. They got in their pajamas and snuggled on their respective beds with a snack, some beer and started watching Deadpool 2 together.

“I was thinking of coming back to Edenbrook next year,” she said randomly during the movie. That week was one of the toughest she’s ever had and all she wanted was the comfort she found in Boston. “That’s the best news I’ve heard in months!” “Better than when that hair product company sent you a free gift basket?” “100%. Without a doubt. I can’t cuddle my hair gel every night and leave kisses all over it’s body. I mean... I could but it’d be weird as hell.”

They talked about what that would be like and how fun living together for real would be.

Everything seemed good.

They seemed happy.

They seemed like they were planning a forever.

Well, one of them was.

Three months later Bryce finally made it down to see her. Their last few trips had been rescheduled again and again and again and it was finally here.

He ran out of MK so fast no one dared to stop him.

Becca planned a very lowkey date night for them in Williamsburg. They had Tacos at a pop up and drinks at an improv studio. Nothing seemed to be different. They held hands over the table at dinner, she rested her head in the crook of his neck perfectly carved to fit her. They joked and laughed as they walked arm in arm back to her place.

Then why did they feel so distance?

Why was she having trouble look him in the eye?

Why did the edges of her lips curl down when she smiled now?

He held her in his arms, folded her around him as they snuggled on her couch.

That’s when she told him. A mumble into the heat of his skin.

“I thought you were coming to Boston when you’re done?” Bryce was stunned.

He thought they had settled on a plan weeks ago that she’d be back in Boston and they’d share his apartment and they’d start their lives together.

“I was. But they offered me an opportunity of a lifetime, B. And it’s kinda nice being close to my family... I didn’t realize how much I was missing out on..”

He said the next words so quickly and full of honest intentions: “Do you want me to move?”

She didn’t expect him to offer that. He knows how important his career is to him.

“I couldn’t ask you to do that.” “Sure you could. I still have three years left of residency. Could transfer nearby.” “Another transfer? Don’t you think that’ll put you behind?” “I’m the top resident at MK and was at Edenbrook. Didn’t you know?”

He tried to joke but the way she wouldn’t look him in eye has his chest constricting.

“Do.. do you not want me to move?”

Tbh she hadn’t given much thought to her relationship or goals in months. It was all just wishful thinking when she spoke of things with Bryce.

She had her eyes on the prize and that was becoming the best doctor of her generation. She’d been much too busy fabricating her new life.

“I don’t know.”

Bryce sat back. He thought she was the one. “What are we doing, Rebecca?”

She gave a confused furrow of her brows.

“Are we end game?” he clarified, trying to keep his calm.

Her jaw opened and closed, trying and failing to find all the words she needed him to hear; “I don’t know.” “Okay. I’ll tell you what I DO know. I love you and want to spend the rest of my life making you snort and smile. I can transfer residency and move here for you. All I’m asking, is if you feel the same way.”

There was a wall of silence between them towering so high.

“I love you so much, Bryce.”

It was said so softly he might’ve missed it if he kept talking.

The sadness etched on her face and the light reflecting off the glistening in her eyes told him she wasn’t ready to commit.

She wasn’t going to commit.

Bryce grabbed his bag, snatched his keys and wallet from the table, and walked out the door.

#Anonymous #asked #open heart #open heart headcanons #bryce x mc #bryce lahela #hc

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adonis-koo · 5 years

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

↳ Pairing: Stripper!Jungkook/Reader

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

Word count: 9.4K

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Tags: dry humping disguised as a lapdance, heavy sub/dom overtones. MC is still thirsting over guk

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

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If there was one thing that stayed consistent in your life, it was the constant theme of you not wanting to do something and somehow still doing it anyways. You were fidgeting at the door of Cherry Bomb regretting ever being born as you fiddled with the black mini skirt you wore, wishing it had been a tad bit longer then it was.

The cropped bustier top was also a poor choice in hindsight but this was a strip club and you weren’t about to stick out like a sore thumb, even if it was at the cost of your personal comfort.

You had been pacing outside of the door for a good ten minutes, checking your phone again before groaning altogether, his performance would be starting soon and you were positive if you didn’t go in now there was no way in hell you would when he started. Just the idea of him on stage had you red in the face and ready to melt.

Could you seriously face him while he did that? How could anyone have such confidence? Couldn’t he just invite to see him after he performed? Why did you have to watch and then see him?

You almost let out a whine as you stamp your feet, gaining some attention by passing by club goers, making your face all the more red. You must’ve looked like such a dumbass. Forcing yourself to swallow hard before forcing your feet towards the club, opening the door before letting the neon lit atmosphere sweep you away.

You had never been clubbing on your own, let alone something as scandalous as a strip club. But Korea still had strict laws when it came to prostituation and naturally, stripping went hand in hand, that didn’t stripping illegal obviously. But you were well aware it was still more conservative here. Or at least at Cherry Bomb. If dicks were whipped out it would be a cold day in hell before you ever stepped foot in this strip club.

It was an insanely crowded night in Cherry Bomb and there was barely in tables open and most single seats taken, there was no way all of these girls could be here for Jungkook, right? That’s when you noticed workers on the floor, Hoseok being one of them sitting at a table of five women, smiling brightly as he eagerly talked to them all. There were a few other workers as well but you didn’t recognize them.

The first place you had went though, was the bar. You’d need something strong to survive this performance and then be able to form a decent conversation with Jungkook afterwards. Your stomach was already working up a nasty pit and you felt extremely nauseous despite having not ate before coming. The only solution you could pray would work is a mixed whiskey.

“Damn he’s determined I’ll give him that.” Taehyung spotted you with a laugh as you groaned, sitting down on the bar stool as you pressed your hands against your face. Both in embarrassment and exasperation, “Want something to drink?”

“Coke and whiskey please.” You almost pleaded with a pout, red cheeks and all as you rubbed your eyes with another sigh making him laugh. He went to work deftly on your drink, his speed and delicacy almost mesmerizing and just enough of a distraction to keep you from thinking about what you were about to witness.

How did girls come here to destress? You had never felt so stressed in your life because of this place, “Is this Jungkook’s muse?”

Your head shot up to the sound of a more gravelly voice as you furrowed your brows, the other bartender had made his way over with an amused look as Taehyung laughed, handing you your drink as he answered, “Yeah that’s her.”

His muse? Your face was already hot as it was, did they really have to go around and say that too?

“Oh wow you weren’t kidding, she’s completely out red.” The other bartender snorted out a laugh at your endearingly embarrassed face, furthering as you groaned. Why did god torment you like this?

“This is Yoongi,” Taehyung waved a hand towards him as he laughed along with him, “If you end up taking the job you’ll get acquainted with us quickly.”

You feel the uneasiness taking over your body as you set your drink down. Everyone seemed to be really sold on you taking the job. Did they really think you could do it? You pressed your lips together as you glanced between them hesitantly before sighing altogether, “Does he really think I can do it?”

Taehyung gave you a sympathetic smile as he plucked the cup up from beside you, pouring out it’s contents in the sink as he began washing it, “Look, I’ve known Jungkook since he was a trainee, he’s never took on a trainee of his own before, so if he says you can...Well I'd be willing to bet he’s onto something.”

Despite his words you still had a hard time believing it. You said no more as you grabbed your drink, swiveling around in your chair to face the stage again, letting Taehyung’s words linger in your mind. He had never took on a trainee before? You weren’t going to pretend you knew a single thing on how the strip industry worked and how strippers were trained. In fact, you didn’t even realize they took on trainee’s but you supposed it made sense.

Taehyung made it sound like a big deal that he had choose you, you didn’t understand why outside of him being the main attraction here but you’d just have to go on his word for now. Standing up you began to look for a seat as the lights dimmed. His show should be starting any minute now.

Spotting an empty table more towards the back you made your way over, setting your glass down as you fiddled with you skirt. Sitting down in the plush seat as you continued to wiggle to try and get comfortable, but no matter how much you moved your nerves were too on edge to be truly relaxed.

Your stomach had instantly dropped into a pit when the stage relit and thats when you saw him, and just like the previous month, Jungkook had been clad in a white button up and slacks, his tie already loose and hair styled, he practically dripped with sex appeal. The music had already started up but he hadn’t moved, all eyes on him with bated breath.

All it took was one smirk and the screams of the girls in the crowd heightened, he owned this stage and he knew it. His movement was so smooth and captivating as he began the routine, or was it all freeform?

You weren’t sure, but what you did know was the way his body moved so sensually, the way those long nimble fingers glided against the buttons of his shirt. Your face was hot red and it was difficult to not look away at this point.

Jungkook wasn’t in any hurry though despite the roar of the crowd, that amused, sultry smirk on his face clearly eating up every reaction from the crowd. His eyes though...that’s what caught your attention the most, they looked like they were sweeping the crowd in search of something.

It didn’t disrupt his performance though as he finally let the button up drop from his shoulders.

His chiseled upperbody on display, that slim waist complimenting his broad, muscular shoulders that would’ve felt so good stretching against.

Your hands almost slapped your face in horror at the idea that had so rudely popped into your head, but once it was there you couldn’t get it to leave. The idea of being underneath him. You’d be squirming to close your thighs from the pure embarrassment, but he wouldn’t let you....Groaning you sank further into your seat, face burning up at the idea and your face wasn’t the only thing hot and bothered now.

His hand’s, fuck his hands...they had just popped the button of his slacks, were they warm at the moment? Would he have a tight grip on your thighs while prying them open?

You tightly crossed your legs at the idea as you grabbed your glass, knocking back a large mouthful as your throat burned from the twinge of vanilla that had tinged the whiskey.

Your head beginning to feel a little lighter and less embarrassed but your mind was beginning to fog and thoughts of Jungkook in less than appropriate ways began to invade your thoughts. Seeing him push down his slacks though made your eyes wide and that’s when you realized what he had been looking for in the crowd. You.

You had only met his eyes briefly before they dropped to the ground, your mind sobering as you almost let out a whine.

Why? Why? Why? Did you have to be like this? Your thighs kept rubbing together in need of friction though and your mind was still spiraling at the briefest glance of those thick thighs, you could almost feel his hot skin against your core, how wet you’d be riding those taut thick muscles. Fuck.

You weren’t sure when he had gotten off stage, but seeing those thighs right in front of you had you panicking. Jungkook had gave you the worlds biggest smirk, drinking up those red cheeks and your flustered eyes as he made himself comfortable against your hips. Rolling into yours agonizingly slow as you squirmed beneath him, “Like that babygirl? I saw you working yourself up from the stage.”

You almost strangled out a whimper at his words, your knuckles were beginning to turn white at the feeling of his hardened length strapped tight in the confines of his Calvin Klein’s rubbing hard against your thigh, “What were you thinking in that pretty little head of yours, huh?”

“I-is this how you were gonna convince me?” You managed to fumble out, trying to keep his husky voice from invading your mind further while struggling to keep your hips from needily bucking into his.

You could hear him laugh against your ear, his voice like liquid velvet, smooth and deep as he murmured, “No actually, but fuck. You look too cute sitting here like a good little girl ready to get on your knees for me.”

Your hands shot to your face, covering your eyes as best you could despite your body temperature flaring at his words, you had never even heard someone come close to talking so much filth in your ear. Having it slam dunk it self so abruptly on you had you reeling and Jungkook laughing again at your expression, “Fuck- is this at least working to convince you?”

“No.”

“I figured as much,” Jungkook flashed a smug grin at your figure, giving one last thrust to your hips, his length hitting against your sensitive clit making you breath out an embarrassing squeak, “Meet me in my dressing room okay? We’ll talk there.”

It wasn’t until he got off you that you were able to breath properly, sighing in relief as he made his way to collect the money on stage before heading towards the staff door. Oh my god. You grabbed your glass before harshly chugging the rest.

You’d need it for whatever happened through that door, your body was hot and embarrassingly wet and he had barely even did anything. Maybe taking this job wasn’t a good idea. You shuffled in your seat for a moment, debating on just calling it a day and going home.

But it had took you so long to work up the courage to come into the club, it would be a waste to not at least get the full rundown on what stripping would ensue. And you’d be lying to say you weren’t interested…curious in Jungkook. You facepalmed in shame, images of your boyfriend running through your mind, you loved Hanjae….right? You gnawed on your lower lip before standing up. He’d kill you if he ever found out you stepped foot into Cherry Bomb on your own, let alone for the proposition of becoming a stripper yourself.

One step became two and eventually you found yourself reluctantly pushing the staff door open to see a flurry of people. Strippers to be exact, running around half dressed or getting dressed while making their way to and fro. You fidgeted for a moment unsure of where to go in the maze of hallways. Where would Jungkook’s dressing room be in all of this?

Noticing two of the workers talking animatedly you timidly walked over, coughing a little to gain their attention as you asked meekly, “Um...I’m looking for Jungkook…”

They both shared looks before you got the quick impression that your presence was unwanted, the one on the right rolling her eyes before they narrowed into a pointed glare, “Clients aren’t allowed back here princess. What are you an airhead?” Your lips parted in surprise at how rudely she scoffed before waving her hand, “Y’know what? Whatever, probably just one of his daily deepthroat sessions- down the hall make a right and go all the way down, his is the last door on the left.”

You nodded before quickly lowering your gaze, a daily deepthroat session? Your lips quivered slightly before forcing yourself to keep going. Trying to ignore the stares you received as you followed the workers directions. The plaque on the door let you know this must’ve been his dressing room, labelled ‘Jeon Jungkook’

Your hand was shaky but you forced it to rap against the door before fidgeting once more, he didn’t lure you here just to shove his dick down your throat, right?

Thoughts raced through your mind left and right as your nervousness began to take over, just as you were about to bail the door opened to reveal Jungkook, a million dollar smile on his face at the sight of you, “Good to see I didn’t scare you off babygirl, come in.”

He signaled you in while stepping back. You gave a small sigh of relief to see he had meanwhile changed into a pair of sweatpants and a loose shirt, his hair looked rather wet and messy from running his hand through it but at least he was fully dressed. Swallowing you stepped in with a nervous smile as you shut the door, “You almost did.”

Jungkook turned over his shoulder, a cocky smile placing on his lips as he raised his brows, letting out a hum as he asked, “Then why are you here? Hm?”

Why were you here? You knew it was just a teasing comment, but you had thought about his words for a moment because honestly, you didn’t know yourself. Wrapping your arms around yourself you glanced away from him before shrugging reserved, “Well I dropped my old job a few weeks ago and bills won’t pay themselves…”

“Yeah but anyone who actually goes into this business thinking they’re gonna get rich is a dumbass,” Jungkook replied promptly, stepping closer as he peered down at you, “And correct me if I’m wrong but- you don’t look like someone with that ideal in mind.”

Rubbing the back of your neck you began to feel your face, that had onced calmed down, begin to flair again as you sighed, looking back towards him as your lips threatened to tilt into an apprehensive frown. He was right, you didn’t want this job because you thought you’d get rich, “...Do you really think I’d be a good stripper?” You wanted the job because for the first time in your life, someone saw sexual worth in you. And it wasn’t just sexual worth, it was worthy enough to put time and effort into, something no one in your life had ever truly done.

You were drawn to him in that aspect, it felt like Jungkook could help cultivate some much needed confidence that you knew you lacked. You were standing in this room because you wanted to see for yourself, if he was actually right. If you could actually be desirable enough, confident enough to become a successful stripper.

“I think you’d be a hell of a stripper.” Jungkook leaned in, his voice quieter, huskier as he answered his eyes burning with fact that you didn’t dare debate. Backing off he stepped back before shrugging, “But that’s if you’re willing to learn. I’m an upfront guy Y/n I’m sure you figured that much out, so I’m gonna be honest with you.” Jungkook sat down in his pulled out chair at his vanity table, legs spread comfortably as he continued, “I’m not gonna go easy on you, I don’t deal with divas, slackers or smart asses. No exceptions. I don’t like my time wasted so if you aren’t in this one hundred percent its not gonna work.”

You nibbled against your lower lip in thought before frowning, you had expected as much. Given all the talk around Jungkook it had to be part of the explanation on why he didn’t do trainee’s, and being a dance major in college had given you surprisingly tough skin when it came to actual work.

It wasn’t that you’d give him any problems in that realm, you had only one hesitation, one you couldn’t sign those papers without being answered, “Why me?” you finally threw up your hands with a huff, looking him directly in the eyes, feeling somewhat fed up for reasons unknown as you repeated, “Why me? Out of all the girls, you and I both know there was plenty more than capable of working with you.”

Jungkook lifted his chin slightly, as if taking your challenge as he stood up again stepping towards you, ultimately making you shrink back slightly at his tall height, licking his plump lips as he curved a brow, “Because I only take who I think have potential to become the best. Anything else isn’t worth my time. Yeah they were good, but they aren’t going to go anywhere Y/n,” he gave a short incredulous laugh, “They aren’t gonna become soloists, or gain Cherry Bomb any profit. They won’t actually make a name for themselves. But you? Sweetheart you have the ability for that and then some,” Jungkook pressed his lips together before concluding, “If you can’t trust yourself, trust me.”

It was quiet for a moment as you both stared at each other. Wordlessly you broke his intense gaze before sighing, you weren’t sure what it was about him. But you wanted to believe him, his eyes were so bright and they burned so deeply almost pleading for you to just take the leap of faith in him, in a stranger and fall into this strange life, “...Okay…”

...

That was how you found yourself sitting on the couch, the contract papers set out on the coffee table and a pen in hand as Jungkook eagerly peered over your shoulder, jumping in anytime you had a question and freely talking and explaining the whole time as you filled it out, “Does everyone start out as a trainee?”

“Yeah pretty much,” Jungkook nodded, leaning back in his seat as he hummed, “Unless they have previous experience in stripping, if that was the case we’d set them up as a filler- the girls who dance between soloist shows. But Cherry Bomb is open to trainee’s so we usually get workers without any background.”

He was, at the very least, extremely informed on how things worked in Cherry Bomb and you couldn’t say you were surprised when he was its main show. But you were still grateful, if Jungkook was going to be mentoring you, you were glad it was him. You both seemed to naturally get along really well outside of all the sexual innuendos he made sure to stick into the conversation.

“Then what’s the difference between a trainee and a filler?” You turned towards him with furrowed confused brows, didn’t everyone dance regardless? Or was that not how that worked?

Jungkook laughed at your expression as he replied, “Well filler’s actually dance. Trainee’s are usually started out with just working on form, choreography, sensuality, and of course the stripping aspect. If you aren’t comfortable in front of your coworkers, your not gonna be comfortable in front of a crowd.”

You had already turned back to the contract, signing down for direct deposit on a weekly check as you hummed to signal you were still listening. Going down to the next line is when you paused, cheeks began to glow as you sighed, facepalming which gained his attention, “What’s up baby?”

“Why is contraceptives on the contract form?” You glowered in embarrassment as you peaked out from your covered face, only to see Jungkook snorting out a laugh as you groaned. Burying yourself back in your hands as he grabbed the paper from the table.

Reading over the line before answering, “Well it’s pretty well known even though prostitution is illegal that doesn’t stop a lot of strip workers from using it as a side hustle. We don’t really want any pregnancies or possibility a lawsuit on our hands if one of the girls got knocked up. You don’t have to be on birth control if it’s for medical purposes, but generally that’s the policy for the girls to just avoid that mess altogether.”

“Oh so you can just knock up whoever you want and get away with it.” You huffed rolling your eyes before snatching the paper back from him, setting it down on the table once more as you gave your signature on taking birth control before writing off further that you were already on it and what you used.

“By definition yeah but I’m pretty sure Sejin would kill us if he found out any of the male strippers got a girl pregnant from the job,” Jungkook leaned back in his seat again as answered, a smirk tugging on his lips as he continued, “My motto: keep it wrapped and you won't get your neck snapped. Cherry Bomb is extremely picky on making sure safe sex is a thing at all times whether it’s between the workers or with clients.”

He started cackling though when you facepalmed, you were really in a strippers dressing room, signing a paper to be mentored under this guy. Hell really must’ve froze over. Flipping over to the next page, “They’re thorough I’ll give them that.” You replied before finishing up the paperwork.

Leaning back in your seat finally as you handed the contract over to Jungkook as you hummed, “When do we start?”

“Tomorrow first thing in the morning,” Jungkook chirped as he stood up, briefly glancing over to make sure you hadn’t left anything out, “Oh give me your phone so I can put my number in, I’ll text you the schedule when I get off work tonight.”

Nodding you unlocked your phone before handing it over to him, watching him furrow his brows slightly as he typed in his phone number, handing it back over to you once he had finished, “Oh shouldn’t I give you mine?” You remembered before asking, it wasn’t that you hated texting first, it just felt a little awkward, or did it?

“Oh your friend already gave me it.” Jungkook replied dismissively as your expression dropped for two reasons, the first being holy shit you hoped Seulgi had got the job and two, she gave him your number? Why didn’t she tell you?

“She did…?” You murmured out with a frown.

Jungkook shrugged before setting your contract down on his vanity, “Well....I mean technically I asked her for it at the audition since you were on the phone, but it was strictly for professional purposes at first.”

“At first.” You qouted, unable to keep that amused smile off your face at his sheepish expression, “What were you gonna do with it if I hadn't said yes to meeting you here?”

It was Jungkook’s turn to smile, cocky and confident as he leaned down slightly while replying, “Well then I would’ve settled on just asking you out, but congrats baby, you get to see me daily now.”

You cocked your head away from him, the pouty glare covering your expression as you felt your face heat up at his words. He really thought he could get into your pants that easily, and he was one hundred percent correct but, boyfriend.

Fuck boyfriend! What were you gonna do with Hanjae? You couldn’t just tell him you accidentally became a stripper, “What’s up baby? Why the stressed look?” Jungkook’s expression had instantly shifted into one of concern as he pushed his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants.

“Well….” You glanced away from him, taking a hesitant step back making him frown, “...I just...don’t know how to break my new job to my boyfriend…”

“Boyfriend?” Jungkook hadn’t meant to let the scoff escape his lips, making you raise your brows with the wrong idea as he asked, “You have a boyfriend?”

“Is that difficult to believe?” You curled away with unappreciative look, you didn’t fare well to people assuming so much about you. No matter how good looking he was, you were admittedly sensitive to judgement, which you supposed went hand in hand with your lack of confidence.

Jungkook's pupils dilated slightly as if realizing his mistake, quickly shaking his head as he gave a slight cough, “No! I’m actually not surprised at all,” You noticed his eyes seemed to dim a little at his own words as he continued, “You just never mentioned a boyfriend before.”

“Well yeah... but this is also the first time I’ve gotten to properly talk to you,” You hummed out, crossing your arms defensively at his words. He was right though, you could’ve cut him off even at the audition, maybe even before that when you first met if you wanted to go the extra mile.

But you hadn’t and admittedly...you didn’t really want to tell him. Guilt gnawed in your stomach at the idea and briefly it made you wonder why you were in a relationship if you couldn’t proudly flaunt it.

There was a quiet tense moment though you were struggling to figure out where the tension was coming from, it wasn’t based sexually. Jungkook cleared his throat as he glanced away from you, expression unreadable before it bounced back to a more familiar one, “Anyways...just tell him you work nightshift at retail, it usually does the trick. Bigger question, why does it matter?”

You almost sputtered a laugh at his question, raising your own brows as you answered, “Why does it matter? He’s my boyfriend, he didn’t even want me going to the audition for Cherry Bomb let alone becoming a stripper here. Of course it matters. What kind of boyfriend wouldn’t mind his girlfriend being a stripper?”

“Well I mean…” Jungkook pressed his lips together as he trailed off, making a point to not continue his sentence at your unappreciative glare.

Would Jungkook not care? Of course he wouldn’t, not when he was also a stripper. That didn’t matter though, Hanjae wasn’t a stripper and he definitely wouldn’t be a fan of you being a stripper, “Like I said, night shift always does the trick.”

“And that actually works?” You curved a brow expectantly as you crossed your arms. Did people actually believe it that easily? It wasn’t like you’d go around telling people where you worked all the time, but it was going to come up in conversation with friends and family...family, oh god. Oh god your family. What were you gonna tell them?

“No...well yes but no. I doubt anyone believes it but nobody is gonna question you about it.” Jungkook shrugged while walking over to his vanity, glancing at the clock on the wall briefly as he grabbed what looked to be a change of clothes, “Trust me baby it’ll be fine- and if your boyfriend really gives you a problem about it, just tell me, I’ll sort it out. Anyway’s I have a few more performances before I head home, you’re gonna stay right?”

You were reeling from so many different changes in his voice, first of all, why would you go to him if your boyfriend gave you a problem? And furthermore that was sending you all kinds of different mixed signals, both from him and yourself.

You didn’t want to ask, and he probably wouldn’t tell, so you decided to just focus on the easiest part of his reply, “So you can dry hump me again?”

Not the best response…

“Oh, like you didn’t enjoy it.” Jungkook’s voice deepened as he stepped closer, a smirk coiled on his lips and his eyes already glazing with lust, “I heard those little needy whimpers babygirl,” you swallowed thickly, feeling your body pang with heat you knew you wouldn’t be able to take care of yourself, “Hope that boyfriend of yours can take care of such a good little girl, I know I would.”

You watched him lick his lips feverishly and you knew all sorts of thoughts were running through his mind. But his words effectively on their own were what made you finally crumble, pressing your hands into your red, flustered face. Unable to even look at him.

Your body was too hot and your mind beginning to become too fuzzy to stay any longer without things getting out of hand, “...I’ll see you tomorrow.”

It was all you could mutter out from underneath your hands as you heard him laugh.

“See you in the morning babygirl.”

----

What kind of establishment made their workers arrive at 7AM when they had just clocked out fewer hours before? Was this secretly some sort of sadistic cult?

Did they enjoy depriving their dancers of sleep? How did Jungkook stay so chipper on such little sleep?

You were groaning with a coffee in hand and dance bag on shoulder as you sluggishly walked up to the familiar doors of Cherry Bomb, it was closed except for all the life of the workers inside. The large crowd of, what you assumed, must’ve been the fillers Jungkook was talking about in the main room.

Plenty sprawled out on the floor while some were up on staging rehearsing.

You had texted Seulgi the night before, asking if she ever got a call. Mainly for your own sake because if you had landed this and she hadn’t...you didn’t even want to think about it, But furthermore there was no telling what hellfire she’d endure if you had to do this alone. Luckily she did in fact get the call, but it made you wonder. Why hadn’t she told you?

You decided to not give it any more thought then a brief wonder, Seulgi on the other hand seemed shocked that you had actually signed the contract.

Biting your lip you sighed, you supposed it was out of character for you to be doing this but...there was something so reassuring about Jungkook, you couldn’t really place why you decided to trust him.

He just seemed so genuine in his desire for you to succeed, it almost made you feel the need to be cautious, nobody was that genuine, right?

You stepped further inside despite the blaring sound from the speakers, a few of the dancers using the vacant poles to grind against.

You had come fifteen minutes early mainly due to the fact that you weren’t sure what protocol was for stripping, there was a saying in the dance industry though, that if you were on time, you were late.

You had always followed that rule, constantly making sure to arrive early to get warmed up. Albeit this wasn’t for dancing, at least not what you were used too.

What did training really mean though? Jungkook had explained briefly the night before but he didn’t dive into it all that much.

“You’re early.” You jumped at the voice that was beginning to become familiar as you snapped around to see Jungkook leaned against the bar counter from the other side, a can of soda in hand.

Who the fuck drank soda this early in the morning? Your stomach was beginning to churn at just the idea of the bubbly, sugar ridden substance in his hand, “Good, take a seat we have a few things to go over before we start.”

Jungkook gestured a hand towards the seat that sat across from where he stood, shrugging you did as told before raising a brow, “Whats up?” he did cover quite a few basics with you the night before, but you supposed just as you were beginning to find out, stripping was a lot more complicated than you anticipated.

“Well lets go over your work schedule first, you aren’t actually going to be put on the stage until this coming Saturday, so we have a whole week until then. There’s two jobs as a stripper, you’re either on stage or you’re working the floor entertaining clients. That’s what you’ll be doing until Saturday. Since you’re a trainee you’ll be accompanying me the first week until you get the hang of it.” Jungkook began to explain, running a hand through his hair as he took another drink from his can.

It felt weird seeing him in such a casual state after last night, the sweatpants he adorned similar but his white shirt was big, fitting more around his shoulders before loosening at his waist, his hair messy like he had just rolled out of bed. In fact. He probably had and you couldn’t blame him.

“What do you mean entertaining? How does that work?” You furrowed your brows in confusion. You supposed it made sense, at least it explained seeing some of the workers out in the crowd sitting with the clients that was. But what purpose did it serve?

Jungkook couldn’t help but give an amused smile at your words, “Talk to them, make conversation, it’s a good way to build a name for yourself in the beginning. If people like you, they’ll come back to see you again. It’s like the connection builder for strippers. If people are bored of what’s on stage we come in, sit down with them and give them something to drool over. Helps crowd control and keeping things alive, not to mention if a soloist is working the floor, lots of people come just in hopes of getting to talk to us. You mentioned you have a hard time with people so you’ll stay with me the first few days when I work the floor, it’ll help keep pressure off of you until you get the hang of it.”

Biting against your lower lip you gave a hum as you leaned down to rest your chin against your hand, how much thought had he put into this in so little time? Regardless you were thankful for it, you weren’t going to lie in saying you wouldn’t be nervous, even working the floor seemed intimidating but at least he’d be with you to give you pointers.

“That being said,” Jungkook paused before glancing out over the main floor before continuing, “You’ll be put more on the floor in the beginning then on stage. Solo shows, all the money and recognition, you don’t get any of that right now so don’t let that pretty little head get ahead of itself okay? You’re what the fillers call…” Jungkook sighed before rolling his eyes, “A bottom feeder. You’re taking scraps at the moment and I’m gonna warn you, everyone is gonna give you shit for it. Right now you have to prove yourself and it’s not gonna be easy. The fillers are going to be especially brutal on you, so just ignore them.”

His words were beginning to stress you out, everyone was going to put you through the grinder just because you were new? You got it in a way, it was like that in the dance world but even then, it wasn’t that harsh.

Why was everyone so cold here? You understood business was business but still, “Hey,” Jungkook gave a hushed coo at your stressed expression, you jolted at the feeling of his warm, larger hand folding into yours to bring you out of your thoughts as he lifted it up, squeezing it gently as he hummed, “Don’t worry about it okay baby? Like I said before, if you work with me you won’t have a problem proving yourself here, just you wait.”

Your lips quivered slightly, threatening to frown as you glanced at him sullen before you let your eyes flickering to your hand, his fingers tangling into yours. The pads of his fingertips and palms were calloused making you wonder, did he dabble in pole dancing too?

Was it from an instrument he played in his off time? His fingers were much longer than yours, and much warmer. But it wasn’t heat, it was like electricity shooting through your skin at every little movement of his fingers against yours. His touch felt so familiar for a stranger it almost made you feel intimidated.

“Okay…” You murmured finally, letting your fingers slip from his as you pulled away, unsure if you were comfortable with such an intimate gesture. But it really wasn’t intimate at all, it was just Jungkook, making it feel that way. What a weird sensation.

“Now that we have that out of the way, there’s one last thing we have to talk about,” Jungkook’s expression hardened a little making you nervous, he looked more serious than before, “I know we just met and it’s asking a lot, but it’s extremely important that you trust me completely, as your mentor It’s my job to make sure you’re prepared to step into the world of stripping, that your safe and comfortable at all times with whatever we’re doing. I get it, this is new, it’s scary, but that’s what I’m here for. If someone bothers you, if a client makes you uncomfortable, if anything happens you need to tell me, okay?”

Now you felt utterly exposed, his gaze so earnest and genuine you wanted to melt into a puddle, but it was also so reassuring, so warm, for a moment it made you remember why you had signed on for this in the first place. Jungkook wouldn’t let anything happen to you.

Nodding you murmured, “Okay.”

Clasping his hands together Jungkook stood up straight as he gave you a confident smile, “Alright now that that’s out of the way, let’s get started. We’ll be working in one of the private rooms us soloists use to work in. You’ll be able to focus properly there and I know all of them personally, they’re nice so don’t worry.” Jungkook had made his way around the bar before gesturing you to follow.

You had followed behind quickly as he began to head down a hallway, you had seen this one before but always assumed it lead to the restroom.

The hallway looked a lot different under standard lighting then it did at night and then it made sense as you asked aloud, “Cherry Bomb offers private shows?”

“Mhm, for anyone who has the money. Sometimes it's just an exclusive client or others it could be a full party. Generally it’s used for someone who wants to see their favorite dancer. If you get lucky Saturday you might score a client.” Jungkook sent a wink your way making you flush in the face as you looked away.

“I severely doubt that happens,” You pinched the bridge of your nose, feeling your nerves rile up at just the idea of dancing for someone privately, “What’s the benefits?”

“Well it’s extra money for one. The more detail the client puts into it the more you make, if they want a specific song, costume, choreography, it racks up in your favor. Private shows are how you’re gonna make most of your money in the beginning so take advantage of it while it lasts.” Jungkook answered, an amused look on his face as your flustered expression, refusing to meet his gaze.

You paused in front of the door though, furrowing your brows in confusion at his words, “What do you mean, while it lasts? Wouldn’t you give lots of private shows?” It only made sense with him being the most popular stripper, right?

Jungkook suddenly ruffled your hair making your squirm, face heating up while you let out a whine making him laugh, “If I wasn’t so expensive sure. Soloist’s get pricey so the average client isn’t gonna be able to afford us, me above all else given my title,”

Opening the door Jungkook placed a delicate hand around you waist guiding you in as he hummed, “It’s worth it when I get a client but that doesn’t happen often so take advantage of it while you’re still cheap, it’s when you get the most clients.”

You nodded despite the nervousness you felt at the idea. It made sense but putting his advice to use was a whole different ball game. You supposed you’d just have to see how the week went before wanting to dive into private dancing so quickly and you assumed Jungkook probably felt the same given your timid demeanor.

“Oh my god she’s so pretty!”

You jumped at the sound of a loud squeal, the girl had practically pounced to view a smile bright enough to light the whole room, her hair long and silky and face sharp and fox like, she was absolutely stunning, “Is this your little muse Gukkie? She’s so pretty no wonder you like her so much!”

Your face was bright red as she gently clasped your cheeks, inspecting your face thoroughly making your face hotter by the second, “Oh she’s so shy! What a cutie.”

You were suddenly tugged away from her grip as Jungkook glared at her unappreciative, a hand tightly gripped against your waist as he huffed, “Yes she’s my trainee, Y/n this is Rosè our main girl.”

You were hyper aware of every touch of Jungkook’s hot skin against your own, your face even worse than before at being so close to him now despite his introduction to the cheeky girl.

She gave a teasing smile to Jungkook as her eyes flickered from the arm he had tightly wrapped around you back to your expression, “Welcome to the team sweetheart! I’m excited to see you dance, Jungkook was practically gushing.”

You gave a nervous smile at her words, had Jungkook really talked you up that much to all of his coworkers? You really hoped he hadn’t, “Oh...well I hope I don’t disappoint you then.” You gave a nervous laugh.

Jungkook sighed exasperatedly, shifting his grip against you as he shot his friend a look, “Didn’t I explicitly tell you to not scare her?”

You had been pressed so close against him you might as well have been in a hug, the faint scent of his cologne was becoming strong and beginning to make your head dizzy.

Was he always this touchy? You weren’t going to last a week if he was going to be up in your business like this constantly.

“She’s not scared Guk! She’s just timid, there’s nothing wrong with that,” Rosè practically cooed out her words gently, a warm smile being sent your way only furthering your sheepishness, “Word of advice, confidence can go a long ways on stage, even if you freeze or mess up the crowd won’t notice.”

You nodded eagerly at her words, the same rule applied for dancing. But you were able to dance confidently any day of the week, it was familiar and you were good at it, you were really good at it. This, you supposed it could be labeled similar but it was still something very new, and very intimidating.

“Well good news,” Jungkook had already begun to pull you away from Rosè much to her amusement as she began laughing, “I’m not just gonna throw you on stage Saturday and expect you to be amazing, we have a few starting points we need to work on.”

Pulling you away from the small group of people and off to the side of the room Jungkook had finally released your arm.

Giving a sigh of relief as you breathed in a large amount of air that wasn’t intoxicated by his scent as he continued, not even noticing, or maybe just already getting use to your constant flustered state, “Alright babygirl let’s get to work.”

He took a few steps and that’s when you noticed the switch in his demeanor, right now he was in mentor mode. At least he’d leave you alone to brood, on the bright side.

----

The entire morning was spent doing the most outlandish things you had never even took into account for stripping. Everything from how you should look expression wise, where you placed your hands, hell even the way you walked was apparently ‘too sharp’.

But this? You knew it was going to be addressed eventually, but for him to jump you so soon? It was appalling to your shy nature.

“Y/n…”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No!” You cried out, squirming from underneath him your hands plastered against your face, cheeks undeniably red and to be fair- he hadn’t even done anything.

This wasn’t any sort of lap dance exercise, Jungkook had mainly got on top of you, to try and work on eye contact. Something you just couldn’t do.

There was something about it that just so intimidating and you felt so exposed and vulnerable from it.

“Y/n don’t be a brat.” Jungkook growled out in frustration, pressing his weight further on top of you and there was a note in his voice hard to argue with.

Every sense in your body wanting to obey his every command but it went against your nature, making you too shy to want and do so, “If you can’t look me in the eyes what makes you think you’ll be able to for a client? Now don’t make me say it again; eyes.”

You let out a whine at his words, forcing your hands away from your face as you set them down, your chin was jutted to the side to try and stay away from his intense gaze but he wasn’t having it.

Clasping your chin between his fingers Jungkook forced your eyes to meet his, “I-I’m not a dominant person Jungkook I..I can’t just- wait no, no, no that- that came out wrong...!” You hands practically flew up to your face again as you let out another embarrassed whine, why did you have to be like this? Seriously? Who says they aren’t dominant in open conversation?

Jungkook wasn’t lying when he said he wasn’t going to go easy on you, and this wasn’t an exception as he refused to let you wallow in misery while everyone who was laid out in the group of soloists were all laughing at the train wreck, which was you.

Jungkook had suddenly grabbed both of your wrists in his hand, forcing them above your head as his jaw clenched in irritation, his other hand coiling under your chin to force you to look at him as he leaned in, “You think I’m not aware of that babygirl? This isn’t about dominance or submission, you aren’t going to be jumping in a clients beds anytime soon. This is about confidence in eye contact, this extends both on and off the stage.”

You sported the worlds biggest pout as he explained the purpose but you already understood why he was doing it, you just naturally weren’t inclined to follow. Jungkook was initially right, you both worked well together in just about every other aspect, but as of now he was on top of you, radiating a strong, commanding presence and with your mind spiralling into the gutter, your first reaction...was to submit.

Maybe that was a toss up to put the blame on him for your obstinance but that was how you felt.

After one more second of being devoured alive by his dark burning gaze he finally let go off you while sighing, his dominant aura wearing off as sat down across from your laid out figure, “It’s a start.”

You groaned at his words before rolling onto your side, curling into yourself wanting nothing more than the sweet embrace of death, your cheeks still glowing red and your body too hot to be acceptable at the moment.

“You’re being too hard on her Jungkook, it’s her first day.” Rosè pouted her pretty plump lips with a frown, curving a brow despite the amused glint in her eyes and embarrassingly all it took was a single pat on the ground for you crawl your way over to sit by her.

“She obviously isn’t use to anything as intimate as lapdancing- you aren’t a virgin are you?” It looked as if the question just occurred to her making you flush in the face.

Facepalming you murmured a soft, “No…” you probably looked like one though at this point.

Wrapping a comforting arm around you Rosè gave it a soothing squeeze, a calming aura about her you couldn’t quite place, “That’s good! Being well versed in sex isn’t neccasary but it’s going to help you become a lot more comfortable a lot quicker in stripping.”

Jungkook had made his way over on the other side of the broken circle, sitting down with his hands supporting him from behind, looking between you and Rosè both before his eyes landed on her arm wrapped around you, “You sure you don’t just want to sleep with her?”

“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t,” Rosè shot back much to your mortification, face brightening as you sighed, pressing your hands back against your face, all of these attractive people were going to be the death of you, “Not like you’re one to talk Jungkook you’ve been all over her all morning long.”

“She’s my trainee.” Jungkook defended as his eyes squinted, not enjoying so much teasing all at once.

Rosè clacked her tongue as her eyebrows shot up, but it wasn’t her who spoke next. It was the predatory blonde- Jimin, if you remembered correctly who sat a little ways from you both, “You don’t see any of us grinding on our trainee’s, so what’s the difference Guk, hm?”

Your lips parted at his words slightly, was he insinuating this wasn’t normal?

If it wasn’t normal what kind of training was Seulgi receiving at the moment and how could you get in on it? Jungkook’s brows furrowed and it looked like everyone was trying to not burst out laughing at his souriness, “Teaching style asshat,” his eyes shot over to Rosè before continuing, “And whether I want to sleep with her or not isn’t getting in the way of our training.”

“I’ll give you that,” Rose gave a nod before humming, “But you can’t deny she’d be the sweetest little sub-”

“What the fuck?” You almost cried out pulling out of her grip as you let out a whine while covering your ears, but your objection didn’t stop her.

“Could you imagine eating her out? I bet she’d be loud-” Rose paused her wild imagination before suddenly snorting a laugh in your direction, “Look at her! God she’s so adorable!”

You might as well have been curled into yourself, your knee’s hugging against your chest as you glanced up in towards Jungkook for help, but what you found instead was his feverish gaze while licking his lips as if imagining that exact scenario in his head.

“Don’t look at me like that!” You cried out in embarrassment covering your head over your arms as you hugged further against your knees making everyone laugh. You were about to chastise him further but hearing the familiar sound of your phone go off made your attention drawn to it.

“I can’t help it babygirl, you look- what’s wrong?” Whatever Jungkook was going to say had dropped altogether when he noticed your tense, annoyed expression. But it was aimed at your phone with a tight knuckled grip.

“Nothing....” You snapped your eyes shut as you forced a breath out while curving a brow.

‘Hey angel, you free right now? Could really use your help 😏🍆👅’

That seemed to gain everyone's attention as you closed your phone, sighing as you ran a hand through your hair muttering more to yourself then to them, “Nothing, it’s just my boyfriend.”

You didn’t want to be like this, but you knew what was going to happen. You knew you wouldn’t be rewarded or pleasured yourself.

And after working all morning long all you wanted was a pile of pancakes to swallow, not a dick.

“Oooh boyfriend? What’s he saying?” Rosè peered over to you closely, a teasing smile on her face despite your frown.

You awkwardly glanced between her and your phone, feeling your cheeks glow again at the idea of spilling your sex life to them, but they seemed extremely close.

Closer then you had ever been with anyone, usually your sex life was on lockdown when it came to discussion, “Well...uh- I don’t know,” You muttered flusteredly, “Asking for a blowjob, I guess.” Your hands met with your warm cheeks as you sighed.

Jimin let out a whistle as he leaned back on his hands, “I’ve never seen a girl so unaroused in my life, is he that bad?”

You must’ve not gave a strong case otherwise for him to already be giving the correct guess.

But you didn’t just want to throw Hanjae under the bus, even if he wasn’t great in bed he was still your boyfriend and you still wanted to serve him, you just wished he’d be a little more flexible when it came to your needs.

You could only force an awkward smile, not wanting to lie or gas your partner up when you knew very well what the truth was.

Ultimately you gave your phone one last look before sighing, standing up as you hummed, “Well, It’s not gonna suck itself, I guess I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” You had grabbed your bag from the floor before making your way towards the door, it was already ten and practice was pretty much over.

While you wanted to go get something to eat you knew if you ignored him you’d never hear the end of it later. Maybe you’d be able to convince Hanjae to take you out afterwards. If you couldn’t be rewarded in orgasm, food was the next best thing, right?

Just as you reached for the door you were pulled back by a sudden grip on your forearm, not strained but firm enough to keep you in place as you turned around.

Confused at the sight of Jungkook’s tense expression, ‘You don’t look like you really want to go.”

Your eyes flickered towards his grip on your arm before meeting his eyes again, keeping your expression neutral before letting an awkward smile pull on your lips, “I don’t...but what kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn’t?

His gaze glossed over you before scoffing, letting go off your arm as he turned back to walk towards the other soloists, “You shouldn’t feel obligated to give him a pity blowjob, y’know if he was any good you’d want too.”

Your expression dropped with parted lips as your tongue tucked into your cheek, trying to keep yourself from smiling at the audacity of this guy, what was his goal in saying that? Your sex life wasn’t any of his business.

“Are you suggesting you’d be better…?” You knew out of everything that was the biggest thing you shouldn’t have said, but your morbid curiosity was eating away inside you.

But Jungkook had paused before turning over his shoulder, a confident smirk coiling on his lips as if he had been hoping you’d say that, “Oh I am better babygirl there’s no debate there. If you want someone who can really take care of you,” Jungkook licked his lips, that cocky expression not faltering once on his face, “You know exactly where to find me.”

Your face was hot red at his words as you watched him turn back around strolling towards the others as you swallowed thickly. Was it bad that deep down, you were actually going to keep his words in mind?

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Note: and i oop- lowkey fucked up the tags and made the whole thing delete itself? so sorry for the lmao taglist will be smaller because some have already read and i wont wanna double ping, if u still got double pinged i am sorry :( carry on with the kook thirst tho! ~

Taglist: @loveherpersona @pearlneedstosleep @sincerelyjeohn @jungkookies-golden-noona @epiphany-playingwithfire @maboiisuga @kookphoria91 @taehyungiev13 @134340ismybitch @lurkerarmy

#bts #bangtan #jeon jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook x reader smut #jungkook imagine #bts imagine #bts au

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just-dreaming-marvel · 4 years

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NINETY SIX - RUN THROUGH THE PARK

LEGACY: A Tony Stark Daughter Story

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Word Count: 1,475ish

Summary: Tony, Pepper, and Bailey are taking their normal run through the park when they get stopped by an unfamiliar face.

Tony, Pepper, and I were doing our usual morning run through Central Park the day everything changed. Tony was talking Pepper’s ear off about something that wasn’t quite making sense. I tried my best to ignore their banter, focusing on my run and clearing my head.

“Slow down,” Tony’s voice broke through my thoughts, mainly talking to Pepper.

“Honey,” Pepper responded, sounding a bit done.

“Slow down, slow down. I’ll spell it out for you."

“You’re totally rambling,” Pepper spoke over him as the three of us slowed down but kept walking on.

“No, I’m not,” he stated.

“You lost me,” I interjected. Admittedly, I wasn’t really listening but he had still lost me.

“Look, you know how you’re having a dream, and in the dream you gotta pee?” Tony asked.

“Yeah,” Pepper and I both responded, nodding our heads. This was going to be interesting.

“Okay, and then you’re like, ‘Oh my god, there’s no bathroom, what am I gonna do?’ ‘Oh! Someone’s watching.’”

“Right,” Pepper said.

“‘I’m gonna go in my pants’,” Tony continued.

“And then you wake up, and in real life you actually have to pee.” Pepper stated.

“Yes.” Tony excitedly agreed, thinking that Pepper was finally understanding and turning around to walk backwards.

“Yeah,” Pepper said. “Everybody has that."

“Right! That’s the point I’m trying to make.” Tony said, stopping in front of Pepper. I stood to the side, watching this play out. I was really confused at what he was trying to get at. “Apropos of that, last night I dreamt we had another kid. So real.”

“We named him after your eccentric uncle. Uh, what was his name?”

“Right.” Pepper nodded in understanding. Tony had been bugging Pepper a lot more lately about having another kid. It was really funny and endearing.

“Morgan! Morgan.”

“So you woke up…”

“Naturally.”

“And thought that we were…”

“Expecting.”

“Yeah.”

“Yes?” I could feel Tony’s excitement increase.

“No.” Pepper shook her head. I felt something off about her answer, but I waved it off as Tony’s strong emotions.

“Please. Maybe?”

Pepper grabbed onto Tony’s arms. “We don’t even have a wedding date yet.”

“You set August 27th…” Pepper let go of him.

“That’s the decoy date,” I interrupted, rolling my eyes. I don’t remember how many times we’ve been over this whole decoy date thing with him. I thought he was suppose to be a genius or something.

“So we have to get married before that date?” Tony continued as Happy drove up behind him in a golf cart.

“No, after that date,” Pepper said.

Happy stopped the cart. “You know you two should just elope,” he stated. Tony, Pepper, and I turned to look at Happy.

“Because this media circus that’s going on,” Happy motioned all around him, “is driving me crazy.”

“Okay.” Tony nodded as he listened to his old friend ramble.

“This is me on edge,” Happy said. I nodded in agreement, feeling his anxiety.

“I’m sorry.” Tony set his hands on the cart’s seat and leaned into it.

“Because I’m trying to keep all the pictures out of the paper and off the internet so your wedding’s not ruined.”

“No one’s working harder than you.”

“Do you remember that kid from TMZ that you had me trade paint with on the FDR drive? Well, I got a case against me now.”

“That’s my fault?”

“Yeah, it’s your fault! ‘Lose ‘em, Hap. Lose ‘em, Hap,’ like The Godfather.” Happy waved his hands around. “It’s really funny. Now I gotta go to court.”

“That’s why we want you to get out of the cart and just destress, just walk with us.”

“Yeah, Happy,” I joined in. “It would be fun. Plus, all your stress is starting to get to me.”

Before Happy could respond, something caught his attention. He whipped his head to the side and started shouting. “Burt! I see you, Burt!” He nodded and then pointed over to some bushes. We looked over to see a man hiding there with a giant camera. “Hold on.” Happy started up the cart again. “Burt, you son of a bitch.” He started driving off. “Come here, Burt! Come here!” The three of us began to walk again.

“Man, we gotta get him a girlfriend,” Tony stated. Tony turned around to look at us. “You know anyone? Anyone come to mind?” Pepper stopped walking and chuckled as she shook her head. “What?”

“How about May? May Parker? Peter’s aunt?” I suggested.

Tony walked back towards us. “Not a bad idea, kid. Now.. where were we?” He thought for a second. “Oh, yes!” He snapped his fingers as he remembered. “Us expecting… I had a dream about it. It was so real.”

“If you wanted to have a kid,” Pepper untied Tony’s jacket sleeves that were keeping his jacket on his shoulders and tapped the chest piece. “You wouldn’t have done that.”

“I’m glad you brought this up,” he also pointed to the chest piece, “Cause it’s nothing. It’s just a housing unit for nano particles.”

“He’s right, Pep,” I broke in. “But we’ve already explained this.”

“Well, it’s not helping his case, okay?” She said.

“No, no, it’s an attachment, it’s not a—“ He tried to continue.

“You don’t need that,” she insisted.

“I know. I had the surgery. I’m just trying to protect us.” He motioned to the three of us. “The future uses,” he motioned to the two of them, “and that’s it. Just in case there’s a monster in the closet, instead of you know…”

“Shirts?”

“You know me so well. You finish all my sentences.”

“You should have shirts in your closet.”

“Yeah. You know what there should be? No more surprises.”

“That’s funny,” I scoffed.

“We’re gonna have a nice dinner tonight,” Tony ignored me. “Show off this Harry Winston. Right? And we should have no more surprises. Ever. I should promise you.”

“Yes.”

“I will.” Tony then kissed Pepper.

“Thank you,” Pepper mumbled as they kissed.

I watched on as they continued and an orange circle appeared in front of us. A tall man walked out of it. He was wearing all blue, a red cape, a weird eye shaped necklace, and had similar facial hair to Tony’s.

“Tony Stark,” the man said in a demanding voice. They broke away, shocked and confused. I stepped closer to them. “I’m Doctor Stephen Strange. I need you to come with me.”

Tony grabbed onto Pepper’s shoulder and she quickly grabbed onto his arm. I felt his fear and anxiety began to rise, as well as my own. I stepped to the other side of him and grabbed his free hand, trying to calm his emotions a bit so that he could focus. He gave my hand a gentle squeeze as a thanks when I sent a wave of calm through him.

“Oh, uh, congratulations on the wedding by-the-way,” Doctor Strange continued.

“I’m sorry, you giving out tickets to something?” Tony harshly asked.

“We need your help,” the man answered. “It’s not overselling it to say that the fate of the universe is at stake.”

“And who’s ‘we’?”

And then the last person I had thought we’d see emerged from behind the Doctor Strange guy. Bruce Banner. It had been three years since anyone had last seen or heard from him. Three long and eventful years. Where had he been all this time? And why was he just now showing up? And why was he wearing Tony’s clothes?

“Hey, Tony,” Bruce nervously greeted.

“Bruce,” Tony said, surprised.

“Pepper. Bailey.” He slightly nodded at us.

“Hi,” Pepper responded.

“You okay?” Tony quickly asked Bruce.

Bruce quickly gave Tony a desperate hug, not answering the question. Tony grabbed onto Bruce, Pepper and I both stabling him as Bruce collapsed into him. As my hand made contact with Bruce, many of my questions were answered. I saw everything that him and Thor had been through and what he had just come to warn us about.

I gasped loudly, trying to stop the tears that threatened to escape my eyes, as I dropped my hand and stepped back. A fear and dread came over me that I had never felt before.

“Bailey?” Tony questioned. “What did you see?” Bruce turned to me, confused. That poor man had missed so much, yet had been through his so many of his own issues as well.

“Oh Thor…” I whispered to myself, looking down at my feet. “I’m so sorry Bruce.” I looked up at him. “I didn’t try to get into your mind. It just happens sometimes. I can’t always control it… I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, Bailey.” He took a careful step towards me, putting a gentle hand on my arm. “So I take it that you’ve seen it all?” I nodded. “Then we’re going to need your help as well.”

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ohblackdiamond · 4 years

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liner notes/unused joke summaries for kiss fics (part iv)

Despite what my general dislike of the shift key and my tendency to mock all that I love might imply, I actually overthink everything I write to a great extent. I make no claims to these explanations being in any way enjoyable, but if you wanted to know what I was thinking while writing KISS fic… now you do. Part one can be found here. Part two is here. Part three is here.

little t&a --If Paul had boobs, they would be big and Gene would want to grab them.

>>Title from a Rolling Stones song of the same name; most of the chapter titles are from another Stones song, “The Spider and the Fly.” I started it during quarantine as a means to occupy myself and destress, and didn’t initially plan on posting it at all. Once I’d written five chapters without having posted it or mentioned it to anyone, I figured, well, I guess this might as well go somewhere, so I put it up. I had the hope that it’d give me something to strive for during the stress of lockdown, and I’d assumed that I wouldn’t ever have that much time to devote to a story again.

There were a couple of things that really inspired me. I’ve always enjoyed sexswaps as a bit of a guilty pleasure, but wanted to do a different take on them-- there’s this tendency for sexswaps to either be wacky hijinks or an excuse to write particularly brutal noncon. There’s also a tendency for the sexswapped character to almost automatically start adopting stereotypically feminine traits he didn’t have prior, with no real reason for it. I wanted to try and avoid all that as much as possible.

... There’s also another tendency for the sexswapped character never getting back to normal, and I wanted to avoid that, too. I mean, c’mon, KISS is supposed to start the Love Gun tour a month after the fic. Paul can’t exactly pull the trigger of a love taco. (Maybe gently brush it a bit...)

I had Paul already cursed for five days at the start of the fic because I thought it would make things easier and allow the plot to advance more quickly. I also felt like it would give him more autonomy-- prior to Gene showing up, he has tried (albeit in small ways) to get a handle on what’s happened to him, and while he’s hermited it up, he hasn’t given up. Autonomy in general was pretty important for me re: Paul. (Incidentally, probably one of my favorite things about this fic is that Paul’s made that poor twelve-year-old kid on his bike buy him sanitary napkins.)

I wanted to explore a couple of other things, too, mostly rock and roll’s (and KISS’ in particular) pretty heinous treatment of women. Gene and Paul argue in the eighties that groupies know the score from the beginning, and even postulates that those relationships are more “honest” than just taking a girl out to dinner. They’re not alone in this (and, of course, as married men, these days they try not to discuss those times at all); almost every band/artist from around that time period will give you the same answer. “The girls know what they’re doing.” I think many of them did know. I also think many of them came into those hotel rooms expecting a lot more than they ever received, and I think plenty of girls ended up at the very least disappointed by their encounters, if not humiliated or worse.

I don’t know if this was successful, but I also wanted to at least try to poke a few holes in celebrity/idol worship as well. Carol’s scathing comments to Paul-- “they [fans] think there’s something you’ve got that they can get at, but there’s not” pretty heavily exemplify behavior I’ve seen at conventions, fan meet-ups, etc. At the end of the day, well, there’s no point in putting them on much of a pedestal. I dunno. I’ve seen some weird crap in the name of fan worship, in and outside of RPS. Keith Richards talks about it in his book-- girls urinating on themselves out of sheer nerves/excitement just at seeing the band, etc., which, while disturbing, had to have given them a sense of being something beyond ordinary (and act accordingly, of course).

I don’t know. I like them a lot, but I can’t hero-worship these guys; they don’t live in the real world. They’re not, ultimately, relatable or accessible despite the billions of photos, the twitter posts, the meet and greets-- any more than they were 40-odd years ago. I think there can be a real danger in thinking they are. I wanted to show that, too, but again, I don’t know if it came across properly.

One of the aspects I really struggled with was getting a good handle on Paul’s innately slippery sense of identity without it overtaking the story entirely. Gene’s very stable identity was a good foil, and it helped that most of “t&a” is from his point of view, rather than Paul’s.

Another place I faltered with was Paul’s outing alone at CBGB. The first draft had the guy in the club slip quaaludes into his drink, but I really didn’t like that at all and felt it took too much control away from Paul/punished him for going out on his own. I thought it’d be more interesting if Paul deliberately took what he knew was a dangerous combination (alcohol + quaaludes) in the hopes that would make him feel better about sleeping with someone he didn’t care about.

Unfortunately, or fortunately, having him do that (and the way the scene with the guy at the club ends) also meant that I couldn’t have him hop right into bed with Gene that night, either, so that accounts for some of the delaying. I was also really wanting to make sure in general that when Gene and Paul finally did go all the way, there wasn’t any feeling of being coerced or pressured. Not that Gene would do either of those things, but I didn’t want him or Paul to be doing it out of any feeling of obligation or hurry; I wanted it to be as natural as possible, under the circumstances. And I wanted, again, Paul’s dubious sense of self and Gene’s ambiguous feelings about Paul(’s boobs) to come into play-- yes, Paul, now you, too, can take Gene on the amazing technicolor dreamdate you’ve been fantasizing about for the last seven years! Or, you know, not. Overall, there are some pacing issues and the story slows down considerably after Gene takes Paul home from CBGB, but I like to hope that most of the scenes add something.

There were a couple of secondary plotlines that got scrapped because I couldn’t get them to fit well enough with the narrative. One of them was Paul’s very troubled relationship with his sister, Julia. There’s a fair amount of references to her scattered throughout, and Paul brings her up on several occasions, generally without much provocation, and generally at mildly odd moments (at Central Park and immediately after getting drawn by Gene being the standouts). There was an initial draft of the chapter in which Ace calls Paul, where Julia’s the one calling Paul instead (after having gotten his number from their parents). I wanted to at least get the start of a reconciliation going between them. Ultimately I scrapped it because I couldn’t get it to flow with the main plot and never felt like I’d ever explored it thoroughly enough for it to be worth a detour.

The comparison between Paul and Carol is pretty blatantly obvious, even in the narrative. Paul and Gene both recognize it (Gene, initially, when he notes that Carol doesn’t seem to belong at 54 any more than Paul does), and it makes them highly uncomfortable. (Mary-Anne, Carol’s friend, also notices it-- “she [Paul] reminds me of Carol. Just pitiful.”) They’re both very shy, insecure people that have thrust themselves into a world they’re not naturally suited for (show business) in order to achieve their own ends. They’ve both put great stock in a single person who helped them (inadvertently or not) during a dark time, and are driven by those feelings, despite knowing that person is out of reach.

Physically, they’re intentionally mostly opposite (Carol’s short, with a slight build, lighter hair, blue eyes, vs. Paul being, well, Paul-- tall, fuller build, black hair, brown eyes). But narratively speaking, neither of them are described as beautiful; “cute” and “kind of pretty,” sure, but nothing past that (except when Gene says it towards the end). That was important, too, for a couple of reasons. One, I wanted to further the comparison between them; two, I wanted to at least try and dispel the idea that all groupies were glamorous; many of them were rather ordinary-looking.

Paul not being “playboy material as a girl” was very deliberate. I feel like a lot of sexswaps tend to make the guy in question end up a ridiculously hot babe, which didn’t quite jive with what I was going for (not that I wanted Paul to end up awful-looking, but...). ... He’s probably hotter than he thinks he is though; at least, Gene didn’t mind at all, and Pete thought he was pretty. I wanted him to be recognizable if one knew where to look (face, body language). I didn’t want him to end up a tiny, frail-looking waif-- given what he looks like as a dude, that didn’t make sense to me. So this meant the less perfect attributes had to stay and carry over to a female body. He ended up with big boobs because... well, honestly because if he wasn’t going to end up with a great figure overall, he might as well have great boobs. And I mean, really, his chest’s already pretty all right as-is.

I didn’t want there to be a love triangle, but I did want it obvious, at least in an offhand way, that Peter and Paul had had sex (Ace mentions it in the car with Peter, with his “how long did it take you”). I wanted to incorporate Ace and Peter to as great an extent as possible in general.

Marbas is an actual demon from The Lesser Key of Solomon, although other than the few sentences Paul reads off from that grimoire, there’s not much more information on him to be found.

#kiss fanfiction #liner notes #gene simmons x paul stanley

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silverlightqueen · 5 years

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Baby Club

(poly!bts x reader - tons and tons of fluff, you’ve been warned)

Word Count - 5.3k+

Summary - You have a terrible day at work, but don’t worry; Baby Club can make it better...

Warnings - none really, just very fluffy, established dom & sub relationships, mentions of sex, non-sexual nudity, polyamory (don’t read if you’re not into that)

a/n: I was in the mood to write a really fluffy fic but I couldn’t decide which member... so I did all of them lmao. unedited as usual but enjoy x

@keylowmonie @khaoticamour I think y’all will like this xx

I open the door gently and trudge through the gap, sliding off my heels and discard my sopping-wet bag besides the shoe rack, shutting the door behind me. The apartment is quiet; the only noises I can hear are the gun sounds coming from the living room where the boys are presumably playing the video games they so love.

‘Hey, y/n!’ I hear a couple of the boys chorus over the TV, and I’m not paying well enough attention to tell which of them it is. ‘Hey,’ I reply back as cheerily as I can, not wanting to alert them to my absolutely foul mood. All I thought on my way home were self-deprecating and vindictive thoughts about myself, because of course I’d royally fuck up, of course I’d be such a bitch, of course things would go so badly for me; I deserve to have had such a shit day.

I plan to just head straight upstairs to Seokjin’s room, but then I realise he may be in the living room, so I pop my head around the corner to see the three youngest, Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook, sat together on one sofa, facing away from me and hunched forward, finger clicking furiously on their controllers.

‘Where’s Seokjin oppa?’ I ask them, and without looking, Taehyung replies, ‘in his room, with the other hyungs. They’re watching a film.’ ‘Thank you,’ I reply shortly, and turn away before they can say anything else, practically scampering down the corridor. When I reach Jin’s door, I knock tentatively, and hear the TV in there pause, before Jin calls, ‘come in.’

I open the door slowly, peering around the corner, to see the four eldest members of the group looking up at me. Namjoon and Jin are sat on the bed, leaning against the headboard, Hoseok sprawled out at the foot, and Yoongi sat in an armchair beside the bed. As soon as my eyes land on them, I feel my eyes fill with tears and I enter subspace almost immediately.

‘Baby, what’s the matter?’ Hobi says gently, reaching a hand out to me, and I don’t take it, knowing I don’t deserve it, and he raises an eyebrow at me. I know it’s irrational, know it’s not my fault that things went so badly today, but the old me, the young me, who hated myself, can’t help but make a reappearance. ‘Stop with trying to get yourself a punishment, baby, because you know you don’t deserve one,’ he says, and I give in, letting him pull me into the room. He presses his lips to my hand as he reaches out a leg and kicks the door closed, and I feel sobs beginning to force their way up my throat.

‘Come here, baby, come cuddle,’ Joon says, pulling me towards him, and he practically lifts me over himself, putting me down in the gap between him and Jin. I instantly curl into Jin, my inner sub always seeking comfort in the eldest, and he lets out a gentle chuckle, pulling me into his arms so my head rests on his chest and my legs are slung over his.

‘Cry it out, baby, it’s okay, cry it all out,’ he says soothingly, stroking my hair gently, and I let myself do so, sobs wracking my entire body as he cradles me. One by one, the other three boys begin to comfort me too, Namjoon cuddling up against me from behind, Yoongi pulling his chair closer to the bed so he can hold my hand, and Hoseok moving further up the bed to rest his head in my lap, all of them knowing that physical contact soothes me immensely.

All I can think the whole time is how I don’t deserve them being so nice to me, I deserve to be punished for having such a bad day. When my sobs begin to die down into hiccups and the tears stop flooding down my face, I sit up against the headboard, still with Joon and Jin’s arms around me, still with Yoongi’s hand in mine and still with Hobi’s head in my lap.

‘What happened, baby girl? You wanna tell us what’s got you so upset?’ Hobi says gently, and I take a few deep breaths, trying to compose myself before I speak, now well into subspace so I know I won’t be able to form proper full sentences. As soon as I open my mouth to talk, I hiccup, coaxing gentle laughs from the boys.

‘Take your time, baby, there’s no rush,’ Jin says softly, and I nod. ‘Remember, baby, you don’t have to talk if you don’t want to,’ Yoongi says, and I give him a soft smile, receiving a big gummy smile that warms my heart in return.

‘Really bad day,’ I say, and they all smile at the fact I’ve finally spoken. ‘Oh, baby, what happened?’ Namjoon asks. ‘Car broke down,’ I say, and they all let out gentle sighs. ‘Where is it now, baby? Do we need to go get it?’ Yoongi asks, and I shake my head, not wanting them to go. ‘Shopping centre car park. Safe,’ I say, and they all nod, visibly relaxing.

‘So you walked it back in this pouring rain?’ Hobi asks, and I nod, the boy giving me a sympathetic pout. ‘In your heels?’ Jin asks, and I nod again. ‘Why didn’t you call for us to pick you up? Didn’t you have your phone?’ Joon asks. ‘Dead,’ I reply, and they all look even more sympathetic.

‘What about the rest of your day? Was that just as bad?’ Jin asks, and I nod. ‘Big deal fell through. Made a mistake in a big presentation. Shouted at my assistant for no reason,’ I list off, my words quickening as I talk, and my heart rate begins to increase again. ‘Slow down, baby, you’re gonna set yourself off again,’ Jin says, and I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself.

‘Baby, it’s okay. It doesn’t matter if a big deal fell through, you’ll have more big deals in the future. It may be a now problem, but it’s not gonna be affecting you in two months’ time, is it?’ Joon asks, and I shake my head.

‘And you’re allowed to make mistakes, y/n, it’s human nature, baby. I’m sure they weren’t too bad, and I bet they didn’t even notice. Did anyone laugh?’ Yoongi asks, and I shake my head. ‘There you go, I doubt anyone clocked, y/n, don’t worry about it,’ he says, and I nod.

‘And I’m sure your assistant won’t be too upset over it, y/n. It’s not like you’re a bad boss, and you did it all the time. You’d just had a bad day, and you were a little stressed. That’s okay, even CEOs can get stressed sometimes, okay, baby? Just apologise to your assistant on Monday, or text her later,’ Hoseok says.

‘Him,’ I correct him, and they all tense slightly. ‘You’ve got a new assistant, y/n? Since when?’ Jin asks. ‘Two months. Told you when it happened. Don’t pay attention,’ I mumble, snuggling into Jin and Joon even more. ‘What’s he like?’ Hobi asks. ‘Gay,’ I reply, telling them the only thing that they’ll really care about, and I almost laugh when they all relax.

‘Was that it, baby? Did anything else happen?’ Namjoon asks, and I pout. ‘No caramel at Starbucks,’ I mutter, and they all let out low laughs. ‘Oh, baby, we’ll get you your caramel hot chocolate tomorrow, okay?’ Yoongi chuckles, and I nod, smiling slightly.

‘Listen, baby, it’s not your fault, okay? We know you’re blaming yourself, but you shouldn’t. Everyone has bad days sometimes, things go wrong sometimes, and that’s okay. It doesn’t mean that it’s your fault, or that you deserve to be punished,’ Jin says, and I smile up at him, so thankful that he knows exactly what to say.

‘You’re okay now, baby, just relax. Put today behind you, and you can fix everything on Monday, okay? Just take this weekend to chill out and destress. Got it?’ Hobi asks, and I nod, smiling down at him. ‘We love you so much, baby, hate seeing you all worked up like this,’ Joon says gently, lips moving against the side of my head, and I curl even further into his side.

‘Let’s get you out of these clothes, baby,’ Jin says, and I let out a gentle whine, not wanting to move from here. ‘Nuh uh, baby, you can’t stay in these wet clothes, you’ll get a cold. I’ll be surprised if you don’t already have one. Come on,’ Jin says, and I shake my head, pouting as I push myself further into the bed, really not wanting to get up.

‘How about this? I’ll go make you some food, Hobi can give you a nice warm bath and help you get changed after, and Namjoon and Yoongi can go get your car. And then you can get back into my bed, and we’ll watch some films together, okay?’ Jin suggests, and I shake my head again, still not wanting to get out of bed. Then he gets an idea, giving me a thoughtful smile, before speaking, ‘what about baby club? If you have a bath and get changed now, you can have baby club in my bed.’

He already knows he’s won me over by the way my eyes light up unconsciously, and he grins. I let out a little sigh, cuddling into Joon, before replying, ‘don’t call it baby club.’ ‘Is that a yes, baby?’ he asks, and I wait a few seconds before nodding, the boys all letting out gentle laughs. ‘Our y/n loves her baby club,’ Yoongi says, and I whine. ‘Sorry, baby, we’ll stop calling it baby club,’ he says, and I already know it’s a lie, not having enough energy in me to reply.

They all begin to get up from the bed (and Yoongi from his armchair), and I curl in on myself. ‘Come on, baby, don’t make this hard for me,’ Hobi says playfully before reaching out and scooping me into his arms effortlessly, carrying me bridal style. ‘We’ll see you in a little bit, baby, be good for Hobi, okay?’ Yoongi says, pressing his lips to my forehead gently, and I smile, nodding. Namjoon and Jin do the same, making me feel warm and hazy from all the love.

Hoseok carried me into Jin’s en suite bathroom and puts me down on the little chair that Jin has in there. I watch as he plugs the bath and begins to fill it up, checking the water temperature every few seconds and putting in a little bit of bubble bath, which I smile widely at. My eyes cling to Hobi’s every move, my inner sub always completely infatuated with the boys and everything they do.

My relationship with the boys is a somewhat unique one. We’re not established as a polyamorous relationship, but that’s kinda what it is. We started off as good friends, until we all started sleeping with each other. With their idol lifestyle, it’s hard to fully commit when they’re away for months at a time so, as my doms, they give me permission to sleep with others whilst they’re gone. If they’re here though, no one else can lay a finger on me. The elder four of the group are the proper doms, and the younger three are my doms, but the other boys’ subs.

Our dom-sub relationships started to spill over into our non-sexual relationships after a while; when any one of the hyungs were around, they’d baby us and spoil us, and if it was just the younger three, they’d baby me and spoil me. The doms look after the subs in a more parental and protective way, but the subs comfort and soothe the doms in a more subtle way. It could be seen as fucked up and weird, but it works for us so none of us complain.

Once the Hobi’s done running the bath, he holds out a hand, which I take, allowing him to pull me up from the seat. ‘Can I?’ he asks, putting his hands on my belt, and I nod, preferring to let him do everything for me. I watch as his long fingers make quick work of my belt, pulling it out of the belt loops and discarding it to one side, before his fingers land on my trouser buttons, his gaze shifting to mine to see if I’m still okay with it. I nod, and he unbuttons my trousers, pushing them down my legs and allowing me to step out of them before kicking them to where my belt is sat. He checks if I’m okay with him taking off my top, and I nod again, watching as it joins my trousers and belt, leaving me in just my underwear.

It comforts me to see that the look in Hoseok’s eyes doesn’t shift to lustful or desiring, still looking at me with love and care. He turns me around, slowly and gently unclasping my bra, before he pushes my panties down my legs, throwing both garments to the side, leaving me stood completely naked. I don’t feel embarrassed or exposed in the slightest, knowing I’m completely safe with him right now.

‘Come on, baby, get in before it starts getting cold,’ he says gently, guiding me towards the bath and helping me to climb in. The water comes up to just above my shoulders, the rest of my body submerged in the warm water and bubbles, the temperature just perfect, soothing my skin and relaxing me completely.

Hoseok just talks at me, distracting me with chatter about his day recording with the boys, telling me some funny stories to coax laughter out of me, and I couldn’t be more grateful that he doesn’t try to get me to speak too much. After around twenty minutes, he moves his chair to behind the bath so that my back is to him.

He squeezes some coconut shampoo into his hands, gently massaging it into my tense scalp, and it feels like heaven, my eyes fluttering shut at the feeling. ‘Am I doing it okay, baby? Not too rough, am I?’ he asks, and I smile to myself. This is the first time Hoseok’s ever given me a bath, the job usually falling to Yoongi or Jin, occasionally Namjoon, and I can sense that he’s slightly apprehensive about upsetting or hurting me. ‘Perfect, oppa,’ I mumble, my words slurring due to my comfort, and I can almost sense him smile.

He gets a jug and fills it up with warm water, making me tip my head back before pouring it slowly over my hair, rinsing out the shampoo. It’s the best feeling in the world, being babied like this by someone you love so much, feeling the affection and love they have for you in every featherlight comforting touch they give you.

He conditions my hair next, the conditioner coconut scented too, pads of his fingers working it into my locks, before he moves his chair around to the side of the tub. ‘Can you stand up for me, baby, so I can wash your body?’ he asks, and I nod, carefully standing up in the tub, only my knees and below now in the water, having me shivering.

‘I’ll be quick, baby girl,’ Hobi says gently, getting a cloth and squeezing a generous amount of lavender and camomile body wash onto it. He lathers my body up, making me lean on him and lift up my feet one at a time so he can clean those too, and I watch carefully to see if his eyes linger too long on any of my body parts, but am satisfied to see that his eyes don’t stray from where his hands are, thoroughly cleaning me.

Once he’s done, he gets the jug again, rinses my body off and washes the conditioner out of my hair, before pulling the plug out of the tub, letting the water drain out. He grabs a clean towel from the cupboard and wraps it around me before helping me out onto the bath mat so I can dry my feet. ‘Come on, baby,’ he says, lifting me up again and carrying me back into Jin’s bedroom.

The sheets have been changed, presumably because of me being on them in my wet clothes, to fresh new ones, the clean smell of washing powder making me inhale deeply, the scent so relaxing and refreshing. A pair of my pyjamas is laid out on the bed too, with clean underwear, fluffy socks, my hairbrush, my lotion, my face cream and my deodorant, and Hobi puts me down onto the bed beside them.

Yoongi comes in then with a smile, my eyes lighting up at the sight of him. ‘Nice bath, baby?’ he asks, and I nod, smiling lazily at him. ‘Jin hyung made kimchi jjigae, and me and Joon brought back a couple pizzas. Is that okay?’ he asks, and I nod again, my words having completely left me. ‘Do you wanna dry her and get her changed now, hyung? I feel like I’ve been hogging her,’ Hobi offers, and Yoongi instantly nods, grinning at me.

‘Can you go give Jin hyung a hand with getting baby club stuff ready?’ Yoongi asks and Hobi nods, neither of them noticing me pouting at the use of ‘baby club’ again. Hobi leaves with a kiss on my forehead, and Yoongi grins at me. He pulls me up from the bed, unwrapping me from the towel, and gently dries my body.

He helps me pull my panties on before putting the deodorant on my underarms and pulling my loose pink silk pyjama vest over my top. He squirts the lotion into his hand and rubs it in gently all over my body, being careful not to leave a single spot, before helping me pull my pink silk pyjama shorts and pink fluffy socks on. He then rubs my moisturiser onto my face, having me close my eyes as he does so.

‘Mmm, you smell so yummy. I could just eat you up,’ Yoongi says, pretending to nip at my neck whilst his vascular hands tickle at my sides, having me giggling uncontrollably, squirming around on the bed sheets. When he finally lets up, he drapes a fresh towel across my shoulders and gets me to sit cross-legged on the bed. As he’s about to start brushing through my damp locks, Namjoon walks in and I smile up at him, earning a smile that makes me warm in return.

‘How you feeling, baby?’ he asks. ‘Happy,’ I reply, and he grins. ‘Do you wanna brush her hair? You can have a turn babying her too,’ Yoongi offers, and Namjoon agrees immediately. ‘I’ll see you in a few, baby,’ Yoongi says, giving me another forehead kiss before he leaves.

Namjoon moves to sit cross-legged behind me and I hear him tapping away at his phone for a few seconds before Magic Shop starts to play quietly from the speaker on Jin’s bedside table. I instantly feel all remaining tension disappear from my body as I listen to the voices of the boys I love so much, telling me they’ll comfort me.

He begins to brush through my hair gently and slowly, getting all tangles and knots out, both of us singing along gently. Once he’s done brushing it through, he braids it into two French braids (just like I taught him so long along), so that it’ll be a bit wavy when I take them out.

‘Thank you, oppa,’ I whisper, cuddling back into him, and his big arms come around me. There’s just something about Joon that makes me want to sit in his lap or put his arms around me all the time; whether it be his big frame or his gentle giant demeanour, I just feel safe when he’s holding me.

‘Aren’t you cold in these ‘jamas, baby?’ he asks, and I whine, not wanting him to make me change out of them. ‘No, I know they’re your favourites, so I won’t make you change, baby, I was just gonna ask if you wanted my hoodie?’ he asks, and I’m nodding before he’s even finished talking. He laughs lowly, pulling the pale pink hoodie over his head and helping me to put it on. It feels like a hug from Joon; warm and big and smells just like him. It has me beaming endlessly, and he chuckles when he sees how happy I am.

‘Ready for baby club?’ he asks, and I don’t even have the energy to pout or whine again, just nodding. ‘I’ll go get them, okay, you just wait here, baby, get comfy,’ he says as he gets up off the bed, and I look up at him with wide eyes, not wanting to be left alone. ‘I’ll leave the door open, okay, one of us will here if you call for us, don’t worry, baby,’ he says, and I feel slightly more relaxed.

He leaves with another forehead kiss (god, I’m being spoiled today) and I crawl up the bed, climbing underneath the duvet and curling up amongst the sheets, listening to my boys’ beautiful voices floating quietly through the speaker, the song now having changed to Mikrokosmos. I feel happy, tired, young and loved, completely lost in subspace after all the amazing treatment the boys have been giving me.

Just as my eyes are beginning to droop with exhaustion, someone appears at the door, and my eyes light up when I realise who it is. ‘Minnie!’ I exclaim, and he smiles widely at me, beautiful eyes disappearing behind their lids. ‘y/nie!’ he exclaims in return, almost bounding over to the bed.

He’s dressed in his pyjamas too, black boxers and a black hoodie, his face bare of makeup and his brown hair flat and un-styled. He looks perfect, just how I like him; cuddly, soft, and Jimin. He holds a Chimmy cuddly toy in his arms and hands it to me before climbing onto the bed, practically laying on top of me as he smothers me in a hug.

‘Hyungs said you had a bad day,’ he says, looking up at me, eyes big with curiosity, and I nod. ‘Really bad, Minnie,’ I reply, and he pouts, cuddling into me again. ‘Hyungs said we’re having baby club to make you feel better,’ he says, and I nod again, my heart warming at the smile that breaks across his face.

Baby club is something that started quite a while ago, when Jimin and Jungkook were both injured at the same time. They were both moping around the house, angry at everyone and everything, and it wasn’t until they both got punished that they started being nicer to Tae and myself, the other two subs. I suggested we have a night for just us subs, just to watch kids’ films and eat junk and cuddle in bed in our pyjamas.

Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook practically jumped at the idea, and the name ‘baby club’ was born from Jin asking where we all were and Yoongi replying with, ‘they’re all in your room, having a little baby club.’ Now we have baby clubs whenever one of us four is sad or upset, because there’s just something about baby club that makes you feel better, makes you feel happy again. It’s just one big soft and warm and cuddly subspace.

Jimin manoeuvres me so that he sits in the middle of the bed, back against the headboard, with me in between his legs, head under his chin and back against his chest, Chimmy clutched in my arms. ‘Where’s Taetae, and Babyguk?’ I mumble, wondering where the other half of our club is.

Another part of baby club is that we all have to have different names. When we’re in normal subspace, it’s Jiminie, Taehyungie and Kookie, but when we’re in baby club, it’s Minnie, Taetae and Babyguk.

‘Hobi hyung’s getting Taetae ready, and Joonie hyung’s getting Babyguk ready,’ Jimin says, and I nod, smiling at the thought of the other subs getting spoiled too, so that all the attention isn’t just on me. Tae appears at the door then, both Jimin and I saying his name in excitement, and we’re treated to his beautiful boxy smile.

He too is in pyjamas, his blue and white striped Tata ones he so loves, clutching a Tata cuddly toy, and his face is bare, beautiful brown mullet curling at his neck. He looks so warm and fluffy, just an aura of softness radiating around him, that I can’t help but beam when he crawls up onto the bed to join us too, curling in on Jimin’s left, slinging his legs over mine and Jimin’s.

‘Don’t be sad, y/nie,’ he says, and I beam at him. ‘Can’t be sad with baby club,’ I reply, and he grins up at me, pushing the sleeve of Joonie’s hoodie up and holding my left arm to his mouth, pressing gentle kisses to the now soft and moisturised skin. He hands me Tata, still giving me kisses, and I sit the two toys on my thighs, my right arm wrapped around them, Jimin’s hand interlaced with my right hand.

And then the final member of baby club appears, greeted with a warm welcome of ‘Babyguk!’ from the three of us. He smiles his little bunny smile at us, eyes crinkling with happiness, and my heart feels warm at the sight of him. He too wears his BT21 pyjamas, the pink and white striped Cooky ones, and clutches his little Cooky to his chest with his strong arms, face bare and showing his cute little acne scars that make him so beautiful, his soft brown hair covering his forehead completely.

He climbs into bed with us, on Jimin’s right, and rests his head on Jimin’s shoulder, body curled into mine and legs tangled up with Tae’s. ‘Why are you sad, y/nie?’ he asks, pouting a little, and I smile. ‘Had a bad day, but not bad anymore, Babyguk. It’s baby club,’ I say contentedly, Kook’s warm smile making my heart soften.

The elder four appear at the door then, holding plates and boxes of food. ‘Ready to eat?’ Jin asks, smiling down at the four of us, all of us nodding with big smiles. They lay out the food across the bed, the eight of us getting into a comfortable circle.

‘Do you want feeding, Min?’ Yoongi asks Jimin, who shakes his head with a smile. ‘It’s okay, hyung, I’ll feed myself,’ he says. ‘What about you, Taetae?’ Hobi asks Taehyung, who also shakes his head with a cute refusal. ‘Babyguk?’ Namjoon asks Jungkook, who also refuses, and then I feel all eyes turn to me.

‘y/nie, do you want feeding, baby?’ Jin asks me, and I hesitate, wanting to say yes, but also wanting not wanting to be the only one to do so. ‘I think that’s a yes, hyung,’ Hobi grins, laughter in all the boys’ eyes, and a smile breaks across my face slowly as I nod in agreement.

For the next half an hour, we sit in our little circle, eating (or being fed), Mikrokosmos, 2! 3!, Heartbeat and Magic Shop playing in the background as the hyungs make conversation, the other three boys inputting every now and then. I’m content to just sit here and listen though, content on being wrapped up in my own little world with them.

Once all the food’s finished, the elder four clear away all the boxes, plates and cutlery, Jin putting on Monsters Inc. for us to watch. By the time it gets to the part where we first see Boo, the four of us are tangled up again, the way we were before eating, Cooky now sat on my lap too.

Namjoon enters the room then, holding a couple bags of chocolates. Taehyung makes grabby hands, making Namjoon laugh, and he leaves after handing us the begs and giving us all forehead kisses. Because of both my hands being occupied (one being held by Jungkook and kissed by Tae, and the other clasped firmly in Jimin’s), they all feed me whilst eating themselves, the bags finished within minutes.

A little while later, Yoongi comes in with cupcakes, and, just as Namjoon had, hands them to Tae and gives us forehead kisses before leaving. Jungkook feeds me a cupcake whilst eating his own, Jimin eating his whilst being careful not to drop any crumbs on me, and Tae eats his slowly, his kisses on my arm and hand being momentarily stopped.

Around an hour later, Cooky, Tata and Chimmy are sat at the end of the bed, Tae’s head is on my stomach and one of my hands is resting on his little tummy, I’m still enveloped in Jimin’s legs, back against his front, and Jungkook rests his head against Jimin’s shoulder, one of his hands being clasped by Jimin, the other by Tae, Jimin’s other hand still clutching onto mine.

Hobi comes in just as the film finishes, bringing us popcorn and putting on Monsters University, leaving us with more forehead kisses. We continue eating, getting more and more full and tired and hazy. By the time Jin comes in, we’re all nearly dozing off. ‘I made caramel hot chocolate,’ he says gently, and I brighten up at the mention of it. We all sit up, shoulder to shoulder leaning against the headboard, and get more forehead kisses when Jin leaves. For the next twenty minutes or so, we sip on our hot chocolates, finishing just as the film ends.

‘Should I go get the hyungs?’ Jungkook asks, his little lisp coming out. ‘I’ll go Babyguk, you stay,’ Taehyung says, and Jimin stops him. ‘Let me go, Taetae,’ he says, climbing out of the bed. He ventures out into corridor and disappears in the direction of the living room. ‘Baby club’s the best,’ Jungkook says contentedly, leaning his head against my shoulder, and both Tae and I nod in agreement.

‘I missed baby club when we were on tour,’ Taehyung says, and I nod. ‘Me too. I missed my Minnie and my Taetae and my Babyguk,’ I say, the two boys smiling tiredly at me. I can feel that aura now, the tired and warm and soft feeling, completely enveloping all of us. We’re all ready to cuddle up and go to sleep now.

Jimin comes back with the hyungs then, who give us warm and big smiles. ‘Right, come on. Just gotta brush teeth and then sleepy time,’ Jin says, a collective whine between the four of us occurring. ‘Nope, stop it, I don’t want to hear it. We’ve been good to you four this evening, okay? You’ve been eating all sorts of sweet food, so you need to brush your teeth. Two minutes, and then we can all cuddle up in y/n’s bed and sleep together. Okay?’ Jin says, all four of us perking up at the sound of the eight of us sleeping together.

Each of us let our respective dom get us out of the bed and lead us to our own en suite bathrooms. Jin lifts me up onto the surface beside the sink and brushes my teeth for me, giving me little shakes here and there when my eyes begin to flutter shut from exhaustion. Once he’s done, I rinse out my mouth and he carries me back into my bedroom where Tae and Hobi already lie down. Tae’s the least bratty sub out of all of us, so he and Hobi are always first to get these things done.

Less than two minutes later, Yoongi, Jimin, Namjoon and Jungkook have joined us four, the eight of us squished up in my bed. Luckily, I got the biggest bedroom in the apartment, and so have a custom made bed, more than big enough to host the eight of us. The boys all give me goodnight kisses and I fall asleep, wrapped up in the arms of the eldest and the youngest, thinking in my head that there’s no place I’d rather be.

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