#knowing his cocky attitude n stuff it took me SO off guard to see him react to a threat like that??? christ dude

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hiiiiii i just finished khdr. What The Fuck

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josuke x gender neutral reader who is really clingy and wants attention while he's playing video games lmao?

Attention Seeker (Josuke x Clingy! Reader)

Y/N has to resort to drastic measures for attention from their boyfriend.

It was finally the weekend and you were bouncing by the time you arrived at your boyfriend's house, sleepover essentials in hand. You knocked on the door and wasted no time throwing your arms around Josuke when he greeted you. "Hey babe! You ready for tonight?" He stepped aside to let you in. "Of course! I wouldn't miss a chance to be with you. What're the plans anyway" Josuke went to drop your stuff off in his room and he thought about it for a second. "I'm not sure...Oh! I got this new game the other day, wanna play with me?"

It took you a minute to think about it. "No thanks Josuke, I like watching you play anyways." Within that minute were actually thinking back to all those times you played F-Mega with him, acting cocky until it's revealed you ended up in last place. He shrugged it off and sat down in front of the TV, patting the space next to him. You immediately cuddled up to him, but mindful that it wouldn't bother him gaming.

The game was pretty simple. Every time he cleared a round you would lightly cheer for him and he would give you a celebratory kiss on the cheek. It was a 50/50 division of his attention and you, which you were content with it. It wasn't until he passed the first couple of boss battles his eyebrows started to scrunch up in concentration, tongue sticking out a bit. Round after round, Josuke couldn't get passed the level. The equal attention between you and the game began decreasing by each minute.

Someone would be a fool if they thought that you didn't notice the lack of happy kisses. "Josukeeee" You whined, looking at him with the best puppy dog eyes you could. "Hold on Y/N, I'm so close to finishing this stage!" Oh you couldn't believe it, but you brushed it off, he really did look like he was almost successful...until he got killed by the enemy again.

Time and time again he lost while you tried everything in your book: waving your hand in front of him, lightly shoving him, and even giving him kisses along his face and neck. But it seemed to do nothing more than make him more frustrated and lose again (although it was funny seeing him turn red at the last tactic.) With a huff, you looked over at your ever so rude boyfriend and decided that you have to go to your last idea.

Desperate times call for desperate measures. You quickly got up, using the excuse that you're thirsty and walked to the kitchen. Once you filled up the glass of water, you stared at the pompadoured teen who celebrated passing a level and quickly moving on. You took in a deep breath and made your way in front of the TV, oh so conveniently placed over the iconic. "Y/N, can you move?" Josuke huffed as the taunting "Game over" screen came on, although his attitude was quickly wiped away when he saw the threat above his head. "H-hey babe, what're doing?" Josuke nervously laughed.

In all honestly, if it were anyone else pulling this scene, Josuke would quickly be on guard and ready to bring out his stand . But you aren't everyone else, you're his lover, and he couldn't bring himself to legitimately threaten you back. You looked down at him and with a stern voice, you told him "Josuke, turn off the video game. It's been making you frustrated and it's like you forgot that I was even here." The 'or else' was clearly present, you were one to not hesitate when it came to anything. And that includes washing away the cherished hairstyle that takes him over an hour to do.

Josuke's eyes widened a little. He knows that you're the clingy type and he loves that aspect about you; he feels bad for neglecting you for a video game he got from the discount bin. He scooted around you to turn off the console and stood up. "Y/N, I'm so sorry for not paying attention to you, what can I do to make up for it?"

You smiled widely "I brought some blankets with me, can we just cuddle up and watch a movie together? You choose the movie though, to make up for the hair threat." Josuke nodded and gave up a soft peck on the lips, "Sounds great Y/N! I'll make sure to pick something you like too."

[fabricated-misslieness]

♡〜Can you write an enemies to lovers one shot with Sam Wilson pls? 👉👈💖-anon〜♡

Sam Wilson x gender neutral reader

I don’t know much about Sam but I’ll try my best. I haven’t watched FATWS, and I have no idea what exactly the Sokovia Accords do.

Not very satisfied with this

Requested: Yes

Word Count: 1603

Warnings: swearing

Even before the Sokovia Accords, you and Sam had a bit of a rivalry. 

He was too cocky, too brazen, took nothing seriously. One day, his joking nature would kill him. There’s nothing good about a wasted life. You know he’s skilled; even if his attitude got taken advantage of, he could handle the situation. That said, no prediction in life is 100% for sure. One moment, you’re having the time of your life; the next, you got nothing.

Though in reality, his humour only spiked up around you because he enjoyed seeing you annoyed. There was something about you becoming so easily pissed that made it so goddamn amusing. He liked having a leverage over you, especially when you were so damn serious about every single nitpicking thing. This didn’t mean you didn’t anger him, you were so called enemies for a reason. There’s certain things you do that are so infuriating. Things you do that everybody else does yet they’re so irritating when you do them.

He was always trying to show you up, and even if you knew that training wasn’t a competition or that you shouldn’t be arguing over senseless topics, you really wanted to wipe that shit eating grin off his face.

You couldn’t even stand in the same room together.

Signing the Sokovia Accords gave you a reason to beat the attitude out of him, and you’d gladly take it.

Although, that kid, Peter, apparently had it covered. The teenager fought against the two adults easily, to the point that you really didn’t need to interfere. Granted, that did mean you didn’t get to punch your rival in the face, but it was amusing enough to see him humiliated.

Besides, you had other things to do, something like deal with a ginormous ‘ant-man’.

After the fight and after Cap’s team became free fugitives, you’d received an anonymous call. Not one to be scared, you answered it.

“(y/n)!” The caller said with a familiar joking tone.

“Ugh,” You groan. “Sam.”

“Meet me at the cafe down the road from the tower. I’d like to catch up with you.”

“Who says I can’t arrest you?”

“I know you wouldn’t.” And with that, he hung up on you.

You thought you’d never have to deal with him again. Surely he would’ve kept his distance, surely he would’ve gone underground or something. But nooo, he just had to contact you, didn’t he?

“Sam.” You greet with an obviously annoyed tone.

“Well if it isn’t my favorite friend, (y/n)! This is your usual, right?” He gestures to the untouched plastic cup on the table. It is your favorite, how he knows that, you don’t know.

“Is this a date or something?” You ask, taking a seat.

“Who’s to say it isn’t?” His words shock you, though you don’t let it show. “Aww, come on, don’t look at me like that.”

Furrowed eyebrows and a deep frown decorate your face. You will yourself to ease, but you keep your guard up. “Spit it out, Wilson. What do you need me here for?”

“Now, why would you think I’m scheming something?” He stirs his drink with its straw absentmindedly, sending you a playful stare. He’s being oh so friendly, there has to be something he’s planning.

You scoff, and god does it infuriate him. He’d called you on impulse, he had no idea why and no idea why he even wanted to, but here you were. He had absolutely no plan. “Always pushing my buttons.” He mutters to himself. After clearing his throat, he speaks up again, “I only wanted to talk.”

You raise a brow, one that he really wants to punch off your face.

“You think I can’t do anything nice?”

“I think you’re extremely incapable of doing so.” You and your fancy vocabulary. He wanted you to whisper all your hatred towards him in words he couldn’t understand, just so he could make fun of them; or at least, he hoped. It certainly felt like he wanted it all for another reason.

“But, thanks for the drink.. I guess.” You weren’t raised just to have no manners.

“By the way you owe me-” You cut him off with a familiar glare. “Alright, alright, nothing.”

Suddenly you stand, taking your cup with you. “I have to get going.” For absolutely hating his guts, you look ashamed to leave. “Unlike you, I’m not a fugitive. I have a job to do.”

“Nice seeing you.” He says spontaneously.

“Yeah.”

For a supposed fugitive, you saw him around often. Each time he was nicer and kinder, even if he had even more of a reason to make you his enemy.

Even so, just like always, it was passive aggressive. But there was something new in it; as much as you didn’t want to admit it, the air would be filled with sexual tension.

Everytime you want to see him smirk, you want to both punch and kiss it off his face.

And, it’s only after that you stop seeing him on a regular basis that you realize that he brings out your playful attitude.

Out of all the people in the world, Sam Wilson was not who you wanted to be in a relationship with. Yet the world wanted to be cruel to you and tell you otherwise. 

“How’ve the Sokovia Accords been treating you?” You had a ‘date’ at the cafe every week. Sometimes you dreaded it, other times you looked forward to it.

“Horrible,” You say, absentmindedly staring at the abandoned Stark Tower. “They don’t let us go on missions anymore. I’m glad Tony keeps me around, at least. Don’t know what I’d do without him.”

Sam chuckles, god, you hated his laugh. He seemed to laugh at times where he - no, nobody should be laughing. “You’d need to get a civilian job.”

He relishes in the way you scrunch your face in disgust, laughing heartily. You hated the fact that each time you heard his lively sounds of amusement your chest would warm up. It was as if you enjoyed it.

You scoff, turning to look at him with a glare. He doesn’t seem to hate it as much these days. “What do you even do?”

“Oh, various things.” He shoots you a playful look. “I obviously can’t tell you.”

“Are they harder than beating a teenager?” You refer to his battle at the airport versus Spider-Man.

“I told you to drop that.” 

You roll your eyes, turning back to the tower. The conversation goes stale for a while. The silence between you is insufferable, especially because the people around you talk so enthusiastically.

Sam takes the last sip of his drink before looking at you. “Hey,” as he reaches to tap you on the shoulder, you turn to him again. He freezes for a second then quickly pulls back his hand. He sends you a smile, awkward and seemingly nervous, “I gotta go.”

You nod. He takes his leave, walking quicker than you’ve ever seen him go. As you stare at his retreating form, your hand subconsciously rubs the place his was going to be. Your shoulder burns at the touch, as if it was denying your hand and calling for his.

Fucking Falcon.

“Hey, would you want to join…” Sam gulps, looking at everything but you. He’s nervous, has been for the past week. He refused to tell you why. “Me, Cap’ and the crew?”

You raise an eyebrow. “Sam, this is what you call me for, at the middle of the night? What does that even mean?”

“Well, we do some vigilante stuff, make sure nobody knows it’s us. I was wondering if you wanted to join us.” Without giving it so much as a thought, you scoff. The sound disappoints him, of course you didn’t want to join him. What was he even thinking about?

“You think I would join you?”

But he saw how painful it was for you to sign the Sokovia Accords, your remorse as you fought them… you were a good person, he knew that. 

“Then what are you going to do?” He groans, “The accords prohibit you from doing anything at all. The Avengers grouped together to save people. Even if they try to stop us, we have to keep going. We risk our lives for the people, not to appease the government!”

“But all of this happened because of our mistake! The Sokkovia Accords only-” You keep going on and on, to the point where you’re only spouting nonsense. Sam knows you, even if he’s been your rival the entire time you’ve known each other; as your former ally, he knows everything about your morals. 

He knows you don’t mean this shit, he knows that you’re lying to yourself, and he knows that you regret signing. He can tell that much from the moments you’ve been spending together.

“(y/n), listen to me.” He puts his hands on your shoulders, stopping you from ranting any longer. “You’re lying to yourself.”

“You wouldn’t know that.” You scoff, despite the longing sensation he leaves on your shoulders. You try to push him away, but he doesn’t let you. “You-”

He interrupts you with a kiss and it’s everything you’ve been waiting for. It’s rough but it certainly wakes you up. 

“You’re lying to yourself.” He repeats. 

You take a deep breath, regaining your composure. “You’re right.”

“Come with me, please.” Sam pleads, trailing his hand up to your face and cupping your cheeks. “I miss having you on my side.”

You give in to his touch, moving into his arms for an embrace. “Alright.”

[ma3fiore]

Just A Black Coffee - Ch.2

Warning(s) ⇾ profanity 

Pairing ⇾ Kuroo x!Reader

Genre ⇾ fluff and slight angst, college au,  mini-series

WC ⇾ 3.1k

Summary ⇾ You just got out of a toxic relationship and now you need a new place to stay. Your friend just so happens to know someone who’s looking for a roommate who can help out with the rent for the apartment.

AN ⇾ Idc if some things are cliché, let me write what I want :D 

j.a.b.c master list || previous chapter  || next chapter

Chapter 2: Moving In 

After the meeting with Kuroo, he agreed to you being his new roommate. His demeanor was not what you expected at all. You were afraid that he wouldn’t accept you, but thankfully he did. You were now sitting in the living room with Abby packing the few things you had. Kuroo had told you that the apartment was only halfway furnished. Abby had offered to go furniture shopping with you after checking the place out. You hear a knock on the door and assume that it was Bokuto. You open the door to let him in. “Hey hey hey, we all ready?” he asks excitedly. “You seem more excited to see the place than I am.” He goes over to Abby and gives her a quick peck on the cheek. “Well I have been wanting to come over, but he says the place isn’t ready yet so this is my excuse.” You put in the last few things in your suitcase and zip it up.

“Alright, I’m all set.” “Great let’s head out,” Abby says. All of you make your way to Bo’s car. He picks up your suitcase and puts it in the trunk. You get in the back seat and Abby hands you Bo’s phone to put in the address. “So how was the meeting?” Bo asks once he steps into the car. “It was...interesting,” you say hesitantly. “Interesting  how?” Abby questions. “Oh, you’ll see.” She looks at you through the front view mirror with curiosity. The rest of the car ride you listened to music while the couple in front had their little conversation. 

After a twenty-minute drive, you arrived at the address. You grab your suitcase out of the trunk and make your way into the building. You all head into the elevator and head up to the fifth floor. When you reached the floor, you walked over to the correct door and pulled out the keys Kuroo gave you. Unlocking the door you were unexpectedly met with a half-naked Kuroo and a towel barely hanging on. You stood there mouth agape. “I didn’t know my roomy was a perv,” he says in a teasing manner.  “Didn’t know my roommate couldn’t afford clothes,” you snap back. “Whoa, what’s with all this tension,” Bokuto jokes. Abby slaps Bo on his arm and he pouts. Kuroo walks to his room to get dressed while the rest of you walk in. 

“Now I see what you mean by interesting,” Abby comments. After regaining your composure, you decide to go look at your room to see how much space there was. It was a decently sized room. You noticed that there was a futon placed in the center of the room. “I placed it there so you could have something to sleep on until you get the furniture you need.” You jumped hearing a voice behind you. “Oh, thanks.” You walk back out to the kitchen to meet with the others. “Kuroo, this is Abby, my girlfriend, and y/n’s friend.” Abby walks up to introduce herself. “Hey I’m Abby and if you’re a bitch to y/n your dead to me,” she says with a grin. He chuckles at her intimidating warning. “I will keep that in mind.” 

“So when are you gonna get this place some furniture?” Bokuto asks. “I don’t know, I’ve been putting it off because I don’t know what to get.” You made eye contact with Abby and could see the mischievous look in her eye. “Why don’t you go with y/n? She was going to go look for some things today.” You look at her in disbelief, how dare she abandon you like that. “Wait babe I thou--” she elbows Bo making him go quiet. “That way you two can get to know each other better and get things you need for the apartment.” You sand there, silently shaking your head at your best friend. “Doesn’t sound bad, right?” Kuroo says as he turns to you. You look at him, eyes slightly wide, “Yeah...sure.” 

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      You arrived at Ikea, looking at different things for your room. Both of you decided on splitting the costs for the furniture in the living room. While Kuroo went to pick out the living room furniture, you looked for different bed frames and mattresses. Because you didn’t want to spend all your money, you opted for the cheapest options. You then went to look at the desks and other necessities for your room. Once you finished getting everything you needed, you texted Kuroo to see where he was to meet up.

Kuroo Tetsurō: “I’m in the couch section still trying to pick one out.”

You quickly make your way to the couches to help out Kuroo. “Dang, quite a lot of stuff you got,” he says as you walk up to him. “Obviously,” you roll your eyes. “Which ones did you have in mind?” you ask. After some careful consideration, you opted for the L-shaped couch and moved along. “Last thing we need is a coffee table and then we’re good to go.” You nod as you move your way to the tables. At the corner of your eye, a familiar figure, making you quickly turn around. 

“Uhh why don’t we look around for other things first?” you ask. “But we’re already here. We can look around after we pick a table,” he says walking past. You mentally sigh. You hoped your ex wouldn’t notice you. Even though a few weeks had already passed, you were still trying to heal. You walk up to Kuroo, trying to hide while helping him to choose a table. “What about this one?” You look at it for a second and quickly nod your head yes. “Great we have everything, let’s--” you were cut off by someone calling out Kuroo’s name. 

“Hey, Kuroo!” a familiar voice said. “Damn it is you. I haven’t seen you since high school.” ‘They know each other?’ you thought. You tried to hide behind Kuroo so that Daisho wouldn’t see you, but once he got closer he immediately took notice of your presence. “Oh...hey y/n…” You don’t lift your head from the ground, afraid to see his face. “Yea, hi.” Kuroo was confused about how you two know each other but doesn’t say anything. “Uhm...how ya been?” he asks you, forgetting about Kuroo. You take a deep breath and lift your head to meet his gaze. “I’ve been fine,” you say with a straight face. He nods and turns back to Kuroo. “How bout you, how have you been?” “Yea I’ve been good, uh how do you two know each other?” Kuroo asks curiously. “We were friends,” you say nonchalantly. Daisho was caught off guard by your response. “Just friends huh?” he smirks. “Well, then you shouldn’t have gotten all mad when I cheated on you then.” You were appalled by what he said. You watched as he turned his back and walked away. “Nice runnin’ into ya both.” he waves without looking back. A mix of anger and disgust could be seen on your face. You didn’t realize your hands were in fists before Kuroo tapped your shoulder. “You good?” he asks in a concerned tone. You look him in the eyes and say, “Yea I’m fine,” before turning around and walking away to the checkout area. 

After you both finished paying for everything, you loaded everything into the trunk of the truck that Kuroo had rented. The both of you were silent during the entire ride. You were visibly upset, but Kuroo didn’t know what to say. He too was surprised by Daisho’s appearance. “He was always full of himself during high school. Acting as if he could ever beat me and my amazing volleyball team,” he brags. A light chuckle escapes your lips hearing his attempt to cheer you up. “You sure you aren’t full of yourself?” He shakes his head while grinning. “I guess I have a habit of attracting guys with cocky attitudes,” you say as you fiddle with your fingers. “How dare you lump me in with him,” he jokes. You both start laughing. “All seriousness though, good call on dropping him.” You look at him and just nod in agreement. The rest of the ride home was spent in comfortable silence. 

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When you arrived back at the apartment, you text Abby telling her to get Bo to help bring the furniture up. They decided to stay at the apartment and make lunch, while you and Kuroo went shopping. “Damn you guys bought a lot,” Bo says as Kuroo opens the truck. All of you made multiple trips bringing things up to the apartment. Once that was done, you all sat in the kitchen to eat lunch. 

“Bo, guess you won’t believe who I ran into,” Kuroo starts. He looks up from his food, “Who?” Before he responds, he looks over to you, as if he was asking for your permission to speak. You give him a reassuring smile, signaling that it would be fine. “I ran into Daisho, from Nohebi.” Abby’s eyes go wide after hearing that. “Omg, what!” she exclaims. “What’d he say to you? I swear if he said some dumb shit--” “We just said hi,” you cut her off. “We wished him well and continued with our day.” You didn’t want to tell Abby what he said because you know she’d be livid. She would have called him and gone off on him if she knew what happened. ‘Ugh, that man, no boy, just pisses me off,” she pauses, “A man wouldn’t act like such a bitch.” You sigh, “Couldn’t agree more.”

After you all finish lunch, you and Abby go to set up the furniture in your room while the guys set up the living room. “Are you sure nothing else happened when you met Daisho?” she inquires. “Because the way you looked after, told me otherwise.” “I was just shocked to see him. It’s only been two weeks and I guess I’m still hurting.” However, you were hurting even more now since the whole run-in at Ikea. That whole situation made you think. How did you never notice how much of a douche he was? Were you so blinded by infatuation that you chose to ignore it? Or did you believe that you would be the one to ‘change’ him? Could you even call what you had with him a relationship? So many thoughts ran through your head. “Y/n!” Abby screams. “Can you hand me the instructions so we can build your bed?” You look at her and then grab the piece of paper and hand it to her. “You’re gonna have to stop daydreaming for a while so we can get your room set up before we become eighty,” she jokes. You shake the thoughts from your mind and focus on the task at hand. If you were gonna overthink, might as well do it in a comfortable space. 

It was now 5 pm, Abby and Bokuto had left after you all finished setting up the furniture. You were all extremely exhausted. At least now you have a bed to sleep on. You were gathering all the boxes in your room to go and throw them out. “Hey, are there any boxes you want me to throw out?” you ask Kuroo who’s sprawled out on the new couch. “Yea they’re over there by the doorway,” he replies. You pick them up and attempt to open the door. As Kuroo sits up he sees you struggling to try to carry all the boxes. “If you need my help you could just ask sweetheart,” he smirks to himself. “Haha, I’m perfectly capable of throwing out a couple of boxes,” you say trying to push the door open. He decided to play with you a little more. “Oh, well then if you don’t mind, could you throw out these other boxes from my room?” You turn your head and glare at him. “Why not take care of your own shit?” you question. “Well, just a minute ago you asked if I had boxes to throw out so…” You scowl at him. “You can be annoying at times,” you say as you walk out, hands full of cardboard. “You’ll learn to love me,” he calls out. 

When you return to the apartment you see Kuroo standing by the kitchen counter with a bunch of takeout menus spread around. “What are you doing?” you ask. “Trying to figure out what dinner should be.” You stand next to him and stare at the options. “Rock paper scissors to see who pays?” He looks at you and smirks, “Heh, oh you’re for sure paying.” You raise your eyebrows, “What’s got you so confident?” He shrugs, “Just cuz.” You roll your eyes. “Rock, paper scissors, shoot!” You threw up paper while he threw up scissors. You groan at your defeat. “Hah, better luck next time.” He grabs the pizza menu and calls the number to order. “I’m going to go broke.” Twenty minutes passed and you heard the doorbell ring. You got up from your desk and went to open the door. “Delivery for Kur-” The delivery guy looks up at you and stares in awe. “Uh- uhm..delivery for Kuroo?” “Yep, here you go,” you say, handing him the money. He puts the pizza in one hand and takes the money with the other. “This pizza’s a great choice,” he says. He hands you the pizza and you thank him with a smile. “Geez what took so long?” Kuroo asks. You set the pizza on the counter and went to grab the paper plates in the cupboard. As Kuroo went to open the pizza box, he noticed that the receipt had a number on it. 

“Hey what’s this?” he asks, holding up the receipt. You turned around and took the piece of paper from his hand to see what he was talking about. As you saw the number a little smile grew on your face and you let out a small chuckle. “No wonder he was so talkative.” You put the receipt in your pocket and bring the plates to the island. “Are you actually going to text him?” You smirk and shrug at his question. “Maybe, who knows. I might text him if I want some fun.” You tease grabbing a slice of pizza and leaving him there in the kitchen. Your response irked him for some reason. The thought of you texting that guy made him irritated, but he didn’t understand why. He brushed it off and sat in the living room to eat and turned on the T.V. 

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“Omg what!” your best friend screams through the phone. You decided to call Abby to tell her about what just happened with the pizza guy. 

“Jeez, you don’t have to yell,” you laugh. 

“So are you going to text him? Hold on, was he even cute?” 

“I am not texting him,” you reply, “and yea I guess.”

 You hear her gasp. “Why not?” You furrow your brows. “Gee I don’t know, maybe because I just got out of a  horrible relationship and I don’t want to jump into another one?”

 “Ok, but no one said you couldn’t have a friend with benefits” You shake your head at her comment. “Yea how about no.”

 “Ooo what did Kuroo think?” You tilt your head to the side, “What do you mean?” 

“Like did he seem bothered when he saw the number?” “Why would he be bothered if some random pizza guy gave me his number?”

 You can hear her holding back a chuckle. “J-E-A-L-O-U-S-Y,” she spells out.

 “Why would he be jealous? We’ve known each other for about a week and even then we barely talked to each other ‘till now.” 

“Maybe he developed feelings when you first met and doesn’t want to admit them yet,” she teases.

“Yea, I’m sure that totally happened.” 

“Okay well, I gotta go. Tell me how your budding romance with Kuroo goes.” 

As you hang up the call you lean back in your chair and rub your eyes. You ponder on the thought of you and Kuroo being in a relationship. ‘Yea right, we just got to know each other.’ you thought. You couldn’t see yourself being with him. Yes, he was attractive, but his mischievous personality and cocky attitude were not something you admired. You shake the thought away, not wanting to get too deep into it. You grab your empty plate to throw it away and went to go brush your teeth. As you enter the main room, you see Kuroo passed out on the couch. ‘Damn he must’ve been really tired to pass out at 9.’ You move to the coffee table to pick up his plate to throw it away. You go back to wake Kuroo and to tell him to sleep in his room.

“Psst, Kuroo. Heyy wake up.”

You nudge his arm to try and shake him awake. ‘He’s a deep sleeper’ “Kuroo, c’mon go sleep in your room.” Just as you were about to give up, you feel his hand wrap around your wrist and he tugs you toward him. You hear him mumble something. You lean in a little closer to hear what it was. In doing so, you accidentally slip, causing you to fall and jolting him awake. 

“Trying to take advantage of me hun? He snickers. You got back up and sneered at him. “No, I was trying to wake you up so you could go to your room.”

“Aww, no need to be embarrassed about it. If you wanted to be with me shoulda just said so,” he teases. 

You tilt your head to the side and cross your arms. “You are unbelievable.” You turn away and make your way to the bathroom to do your night routine. You could already feel the stress build up in you with his constant provocation. 

As you get out of the bathroom, Kuroo walks up to you. “Can I see the receipt real quick?” he asks. “Why?” He shrugs, “Just wanna see how much the pizza was.” You were skeptical, but you pulled the paper out of your pocket. Without a second’s warning, he yanks the receipt from your hand and goes to the kitchen. 

“Okay didn’t know you were so eager to see the price,” you gawk. You follow him to see what he was going to do with it. He dashes into his room and slams the door shut.“What the- I thought you were just gonna look at it?” “I’m too tired to look at right now. Night roomie!” You stand outside his door, baffled by his actions. ‘Weird’

Living with him was definitely not going to be boring.

[vsquadgoals]

Frat!Ethan

Y/n Y/l/n is a nursing major at UCLA and one of the biggest party girls in her friend group. It was a friday night and she was practically on her hands and knees begging her best friend Selena to come with her to a frat party that her friend had invited her to, she often went to frat parties and stuff like that but this was the first time she was going to a party at this particular one. “Lena, PLEASE! I’ll do anything!” she says holding her friend’s hand against her cheek.  Selena sighed and rolled her eyes at her very dramatic friend. “You have to get me breakfast and coffee for a full week.” She says to her smirking a little, Y/n jumped up and squealed. “DEAL!” She pulled her friend into a hug smiling wide. The girls didn’t waste time starting to get ready and pregame while they blasted music singing and dancing around their dorm room. They both put on pretty decently slutty outfits but nothing too crazy, they each took at least two shots before they left their dorm and headed outside to get their uber that was now waiting.  

“So which house is it?” Selena asks her friend while they both are scrolling through their phones texting friends to see who else was going. “Sigma Chi.” Y/n says nonchalantly making her friends eyes widen and look at her. “Y/n... You realize this is the top frat and the frat that Ethan and Grayson Dolan are head brothers at, right?” Selena says eyes still wide. Y/n shrugs finally looking at her friend. “I didn’t really think about it. Who cares?” She says making Selena roll her eyes. “Everyone Y/n they’re the most popular guys in our school.” “Well I just know that they throw the best raggers and that’s honestly all I care about; I’m finally done with most of my nursing exams and I need to get fucked up.” Y/n tells her friend practically forgetting the stranger sitting in the front seat driving the car. Selena chuckles and shakes her head.  

Ethan and Grayson Dolan the hottest twins you will ever lay your eyes on, they were the head brothers at their frat Sigma Chi, all the two really cared about was partying and having a good time. Of course, the two kept their grades up but it wasn’t something they had to try hard to do, they were extremely smart, which you would never expect considering their reputation and carefree attitude. They had a reputation for being total fuckboys and only doing hookups but that didn’t stop every girl at UCLA from wanting to sleep with them, expect Y/n. Of course, she thought the twins were total babes and she wouldn’t mind them running a train on her, but she also wasn’t the type of girl to chase down guys, they always came to her and she wasn’t going to start now. It also was very rare for Y/n to actually hook up with someone or have a one-night stand; she would sometimes have her random hook ups, but they were few and far in between which was the way she liked it. People may perceive her to be a certain type of girl, but she didn’t find satisfaction in hooking up with a different dude every weekend. Y/n also had a friend that she would hook up with if she was desperate, her friend Mason who she had met her first year at UCLA in one of her classes; they were just friends that liked to fuck and that was it.  

The car coming to a sudden stop pulled Y/n’s gaze away from her phone. “Thank you.” The girls said in unison while Y/n sent the driver a tip on her app. There were already drunk students flooding out of the front of the frat house that the two girls had to push past in order to make their way to the kitchen to make themselves a drink and meet up with their friends. The Dolan’s definitely lived up to their reputation, the party was incredible, Y/n and her girlfriends were having so much fun and they were definitely feeling their drinks. Y/n was caught off guard by a pair of stong hands on her waist, she turned to see the tall figure of Mason standing over her, she smirked and kissed his cheek. “Hey stranger.” She said into his ear so that he could hear her over the music. Mason smirked and looked her up and down. “Hey Y/n/n.” he said before she turned around and started dancing with her friends again. After what felt like forever of dancing, she told her friends she was going to get a drink leaving the girls on the makeshift dance floor they had in the living room. Mason had already disappeared to go with his own group.  

Y/n was in the kitchen making herself a drink and humming along to the music swaying her hips absentmindedly as she did so. Y/n sipped her drink checking to make sure it wasn’t too strong which was highly unlikely at this point in the night. Y/n was checking her phone notifications continuing to sway her hips when she felt someone's eyes on her, she looked up to see the one and only Ethan Dolan leaning against a wall staring at her while he some of his frat brothers surrounded him talking to him. When their eyes met Ethan’s lips turned up into a cocky smirk, they stared at each other for a while seeing who would break eye contact first when suddenly Grayson is standing in front of Ethan making Y/n giggle a little. She grabbed her drink and made her way out the backdoor to get some fresh air, the house was so packed it felt like they were in a sauna, she leaned against the house enjoying the cool air on her warm skin as she sipped her drink.  

Ethan’s eyes were tracing the crowd at the party as he leaned against the wall half listening to his frat brothers talk about some bullshit, that’s when he saw her, Y/n Y/l/n standing by herself in the kitchen drink in hand and hips moving along with the music in the background. Fuck, what he wouldn’t give to watch her hips move like that against him, he took a sip of his beer while he watched her. It wasn’t too long before she looked up and her big beautiful y/c/e eyes looking into his, normally he would look away, playing hard to get but he couldn’t look away from her, she was too damn beautiful. Ethan was convinced her would win the staring contest until his dumbass twin walked right in front of him completely blocking his view. Ethan sighed and rolled his eyes before looking at Grayson who was apparently talking to him. “What?” Ethan asks clearly annoyed making Grayson sigh. “I said ‘I need the card to go get more booze.” Ethan rolled his eyes again before taking out his wallet and handing his brother their credit card and shooing him away but unfortunately when Grayson finally moved away from him, he looked around the room where he had saw Y/n for her to no longer be there. He chugged the rest of his beer before shaking the empty bottle at the guys surrounding him before walking away and grabbing another one from the fridge and deciding to go outside for a smoke. Ethan didn’t usually smoke cigarettes, but he would occasionally when he was bored at a party when he was drinking.  

Ethan already had the cigarette in between his lips and lit when he walked out the back door shoving the pack and lighter into his back picking. Y/n was leaning against the wall still, now talking to a tipsy Mason who was asking her to come back to his dorm with him tonight, but she honestly wasn’t in the mood for him tonight; the person’s bed she really wanted to be in tonight was now sitting on a chair on the deck watching her talk to her friend with a lit cigarette in between his fingers. Mason finally got the hint and headed back into the house to find god only knows who. Y/n sits on the steps on the back deck running her fingers through her hair before she finishes yet another drink. She’s caught by surprise when she sees Ethan sit down next to her a smirk on his face. “Hey.” he says before offering her a drag which she gladly accepts taking the cigarette in between her slim fingers and bringing it up to her lips taking a long drag slowly exhaling releasing the smoke from her lungs. Ethan watches the skinny stick as she takes it between her pink plump lips making him wonder what they would feel like against his. Y/n hands him back the cigarette and smiles at him. “So, are you enjoying the party?” he asks before taking a sip of his beer, Y/n nods. “Yeah, I am, how about you?” Ethan smirks at her and nods. “A much better time now.” he says making her cheeks blush a bit. Was he seriously flirting with her? Ethan takes a long drag before offering it to her again and she shakes her head, he blows the smoke out threw his nose before tossing the cigarette at his feet and putting it out with his boot.  

Ethan took another sip of his beer before turning his full attention to the girl next to him. “So I’ve never seen you at our parties before is it your first one?” he asks her, it may be his first time seeing her in the house but he knew exactly who Y/n was, he’d been crushing on her since he first saw her in one of the classes they shared together last semester. She nodded and followed his action turning to face him. “Yeah it’s my first time here, I’m usually at different frats. My friend Mason invited me and my friends.” She told him and he nodded never breaking eye contact. “Well I’m glad he did.” He says smirking at her, before she could say anything Selena was wrapping her arms around her neck from behind. “Where the hell have you been?” She slurs to her friend not noticing Ethan sitting next to Y/n. Y/n giggles and turns around to face her friend after looking at Ethan with an apologetic smile. “I got a drink and needed some air, and then I was talking to Ethan.” She says making Selena’s eyes widen and she finally notices the tall, broad, drop dead gorgeous Dolan brother sitting next to her friend. Selena blushes and bites her lip. “Sorry. I didn’t see you.” She says turning her attention toward him. Ethan chuckles at the drunk girl and shakes his head. “No worries.” He says smirking at her, y/n smirks at him before she stands and grabs her friends hand. “It was nice talking to you Dolan, I’ll see you around.” Y/n says winking at him before she pulls Selena into the house with her. Selena looks at Y/n once the were inside and frowns. “I’m so sorry y/n I didn’t realize! The rest of the girls left me so I came looking for you. I never would’ve interrupted if I knew you were talking to Ethan.” Y/n shook her head and smiled at her best friend. “Don’t be sorry. Do you wanna leave?” She asks her. Of course she was a little disappointed that she couldn’t talk to Ethan more but her friends came first and Selena was too drunk to be alone. Selena frowned before she nodded, she wasn’t too drunk but y/n didn’t want her to get any worst because she would be struggling to take care of her later. She smiled and took out her phone ordering an Uber for the two of them. Y/n grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and handed it to Selena  who gladly took it and sipped from it.  

Once they were back in their dorm Y/n helped Selena get into bed before she went into the bathroom to shower and take off her make up. As she dried her hair in a towel, she looked at her phone confused when a number she didn’t recognize texted her. She wrapped the towel snugly around her torso before she picked up her phone and opened the text.

:left so soon? 🤔🤔  

Y/n wrinkled her brow trying to think who it could be and the only name that came to mind was Ethan but how did he get her number?  

Y/n: who is this exactly 😂

She threw her phone onto her bed after sending the message and threw on an oversized t shirt and a pair of panties before she got into her bed sighing, the warm shower definitely made her more tired then she was when they got home. She felt her phone vibrate against her leg as she threw the covers over herself.  

Ethan: Ethan, I managed to persuade a very drunk Mason to give me your number. 😁

Y/n wasn’t surprised it was Ethan, but she did have to say she was surprised that Mason gave it to him considering before she left he was telling her all the things he wanted to do to her tonight.  

Y/n: well I do have to say I’m surprised that he gave it to you.  

Ethan: well I can be pretty persuasive it comes to getting something that I really want. 😉

Y/n bit her lip trying not to smirk as she read the text. Before she could answer him he had sent another text. Ethan Dolan… she didn’t take him for the type of guy to double text.  

Ethan: so… why did you leave? I was hoping to talk a little more.  

Y/n: Selena was a little too drunk. I had to take her back to our dorm then while she could still walk or else I would be carrying her over my shoulder if we stayed later. 😂

Ethan had separated himself from the party when he realized that Y/n had left, he wasn’t interested in anyone else there. When he did notice he went to find Mason, they had a few classes together and he was always hanging around the house, so he knew of him and had talked to him a hand full of times. “Mason, just the man I was looking for.” Ethan said placing a firm hand on the slightly shorter man's shoulder. Mason looked at Ethan a little confused and definitely drunk. “What’s up Dolan?” He asks before sipping his beer. “I need you to give me Y/n’s phone number.” He says to him smirking, everyone pretty much knew about Y/n and Mason’s ‘situation’ and frankly Ethan didn’t give a fuck because if it was up to him it won’t be that way for much longer. Mason’s eyebrows wrinkled together as he looked at Ethan confused. “Why?” Ethan sighed and looked at him shaking his head. “Ya know, I don’t think that’s any of your business. Plus I would hate to have to tell her about the way you brag about fucking her to all the guys here.” Mason’s eyes widen and he’s quickly taking his phone from his pocket and texting Ethan Y/n’s phone number making Ethan smirk. “I knew you were a smart guy Mason.” He says patting his shoulder blade before taking his phone out of his pocket and walking away texting her immediately. Now he was sitting in his room with another beer in his hand while texting her.  

Ethan: ya know that’s a shame. You looked amazing tonight by the way.  

Y/n: Dolan, are you flirting with me? 😉😉

Ethan smirked and shook his head. Y/n wasn’t like the other girls he’s talked to, she didn’t chase after him like every other girl does or throw herself at him, it was refreshing, it also helped that she has an amazing sense of humor and knows how to joke around.  

Ethan: so what if I am? Like I said I can be pretty persuasive when I want something 😉

Y/n shook her head and smirked but as much as she wanted to continue this banter with one of the hottest guys in her entire college her eyes were feeling heavy and she was exhausted.  

Y/n: goodnight Ethan. Go enjoy the rest of your party 😉😙

Ethan sighed a little disappointed she was going to sleep but she was right. It was his party and it was a shame he was missing it.  

Ethan: goodnight beautiful  

He shoved his phone back into his pocket before heading back to the party and running into his brother “E, where have you been?” Grayson questioned making Ethan shrug. “Just needed a second away, important phone call.” Grayson looked at him suspicious before shrugging it off. “Well come on we’re gonna go smoke out back.” Ethan follows his brother to the back yard on the deck and sits in his usual chair. Grayson took the blunt from his pocket and lit it taking a long hit before handing it off the Ethan who gladly excepted it following his brother but taking a long hit and holding the smoke in his lungs as he passed it around the circle of his brothers. “E, we saw you talking to y/n.” One of his brothers said wiggling his eyebrows at him making Ethan rolls his eyes. “Why are you watching what I’m doing?” He asks taking a sip of his beer that he grabbed before coming outside. Luke shrugged and passed the blunt back to Grayson. “I just happened to notice.” Luke said and Ethan shot him a look “well mind your business.” He said taking the blunt from Grayson and taking another long hit before passing it along. They stayed like this until it was too short for them to hold and it burned out. At this point there were a few girls hanging around them now trying to flirt with the guys. Most of them were going along with-it including Grayson but Ethan wasn’t interested, the only girl he wanted in his bed was her.  

Y/n was woken up by a very hungover Selena throwing up in the bathroom, she sighed burying her face into her pillow knowing she would have to get out of bed soon so she could go get coffee and breakfast for the two of them. She finally rolled out of bed when she heard the toilet flush and the sinking going. Y/n put on a long oversized t shirt that fell just above her knees with a pair of black biker shorts and her air force one sneakers. Selena finally came out of the bathroom and smiled shyly at her best friend “sorry about last night.” She almost groaned as she sat on her bed. Y/n giggled and shook her head. “You have nothing to be sorry for. We both had a good time.” She went into the bathroom and brushed her teeth and hair. “Yeah but the whole thing with Ethan.” Y/n smirked and shook her head again when she came out of the bathroom “Lena, you have nothing to be sorry for.” She said giggling before grabbing her purse. “I’m gonna go get us the strongest coffee on campus and the greasiest breakfast.” She hands her Tylenol before kissing the top of her head. “Thank you.” Selena says before taking the medicine and curling but under her blankets.  

Y/n sat at the breakfast bar of their favorite café on campus and twirled  her hair around her finger mindlessly as she waited for their order. It was still pretty early so she was surprised when she heard Ethan and Grayson Dolan’s voices come through the door. She looked over her shoulder as the two approached the counter and smirked to herself before looking forward again. Ethan noticed her from outside the café through the window before they walked in, she looked adorable sitting there her hair wrapping around her slender fingers over and over again while she stared off into space. Once he got to the counter he put his hand on her lower back smirking when she didn’t flinch meaning she saw him come in. “Good morning stranger.” He said making her roll her eyes and smile before turning and looking at him. “Oh Ethan. Hey.” Y/n said innocently before looking at Grayson and smiling “Hi Grayson.” Grayson returned the smile and greeting before ordering their coffees and breakfast. “So what are you doing here all alone?” He asks as her eyes look from his beautiful hazel eyes to his plump pink lips. “Well I promised Selena that I would get her breakfast for a week if she went with me last night. She also desperately needs a hangover cure.” Ethan nods and reaches up tucking a piece of hair behind her ear once she finishes talking. “Well thank god for that. Let me take you to dinner tonight.” He says as his thumb caresses her cheek gently. Ethan has to admit he almost lost it when she took her pretty pink bottom lip in between her teeth before nodding. “Perfect. I’ll pick you up at 7:30.” He says just before the waitress calls her name making Ethan drop his hand and her finally look away from his eyes. She stands from the stool and take the bag and tray with their coffees. “I’ll see you later.” She says before looking at Grayson and smiling “Bye Grayson, good to see you.” Grayson chuckles and resists the urge to roll his eyes. “Bye Y/n” he says as the two of them watch her walk out the door.  

Ethan avoids his brother’s taunting gaze as they wait for their order. “Can you just say it and get it over with.” Ethan huffs finally looking at his twin. Grayson smirks and shrugs. “I just didn’t know that Ethan Dolan took girls on dates.” He says chuckling. Ethan rolls his eyes at his brother. “There’s a first time for everything I guess.”  

[sukarabia]

Sereia x Leona - A disastrous first meeting

Disclaimer: Sereia is @kirseduwu‘s OC! Mary-Ann is one of my (still unrevealed) OCs, and they’re both 1st years at the time of this drabble. I’m sorry this took so long, and sorry if Sereia is OOC, I tried working with the character sheet you provided me T_T Regardless, I hope you like it! <3

“... You’re seriously weird, you know.”

Sereia stopped in her tracks. That voice- it was unmistakable. Swift as thunder, she turned around.

“.. Ara, if it isn’t Leona-san. Is there anything I could help you with?” She titled her head, softly smiling at him.

“There you go again. Seriously, aren’t you tired?”

Dusk was slowly setting on the courtyard, yet the light seemed almost blinding to Sereia as she processed what Leona had said. She responded, as imperturbable as ever, a fake smile plastered on her face.

“I’m afraid I don’t follow, Leona-san. I am just putting away the practice material, after all. Is there anything wrong with that?”

“... Ha, look at you, with that fake smile n’ all. Don’t you know your eyes ain’t even smiling when you’re grinning like that?”

She had to resist the urge to bit her lower lip as she fought the growing uneasiness swelling inside of her.

“’A fake smile’? You must be mistaken, Leona-san. Why would I pretend about anything?”

Somehow, her voice had faltered a bit. And when Sereia looked up to meet Leona’s gaze, she understood that he had noticed. Shit. Why did this guy have to butt in? He threw his head back, looking down at her with a cocky expression.

“Hah, so I was right. Seems like our lil’ mermaid can reach her limits, too. Must be tiring, smiling around those idiots all day and pretendin’ you care. Kinda admire you, in a sense.” He paused, and his expression got colder. “... But man, you seriously creep me out.”

--

“You seriously creep me out”.

As much as she wanted to play it cool, Leona’s words rang in her head. Seriously- what did that jerk even want anyway? He barely showed up for class, despite being held back once already. He barely interacted with his classmates, scoffing whenever anyone would talk to him, and purposefully skipping on any social activities. What even was he up to? Who knows, but Sereia knew what she wanted- to have a smooth high school career, both academically and socially, in order to land a nice job post-graduation and finally become a person who matters. Which, obviously, a spoiled royal like Leona would never understand.

“Se~re~ia~-chan~”

Absent-mindedly, Sereia tapped on her pencil. Did he figure her out? Well, not that it mattered, or that she was in the wrong. For someone like her, it’s important to keep on a façade- because unlike Leona, she has to be liked. Because no one is going to fold their back for a rootless orphan- she had to be the one to appeal to people. She was going to erase the scars of the past. She was sure of it.

“-ia-chan?”

But man.... regardless, she was irked. It was her adage to avoid troublesome matters- but trouble had just found her. She just couldn’t understand- why would he purposefully go out of his way to tell her that she creeped him out? When he is such an aloof person by nature?

“Heeeey....”

Sereia jolted up as she felt something cold on her cheek. Startled, she looked up to see her classmate Mary-Ann handing her a soda can, pouting.

“Oi, Sereia-chan, you just ignored me for a good 5 minutes y’know? Seriously, after I go all the way to the cafeteria to bring you something to drink? How mean ~”

“... Ara, Mary-Ann-san, I didn’t see you. My apologies.” Sereia smiled as she took the can from her hand.

“‘Didn’t see me’? That ain’t not seeing me, that’s straight up ignoring!!” Mary-Ann sat down next to Sereia, sighing.

I didn’t even offer for her to sit.... was Sereia’s first reaction. Ah, seriously, we don’t match. Mary-Ann was extroverted and exuberant, the type of person that anyone could figure out at first sight. The very opposite of Sereia- yet when they met on the first day, Mary-Ann suddenly decided they’d become best buddies, and tagged along wherever Sereia went. She wasn’t a bad person, but she was way too simple-minded.

“So, what’s up with you?”

“Huh?” Sereia looked at her. “Ah... Nothing much. I was just thinking.”

“Nah, no way, you literally look like you swallowed salt.” Mary-Ann put her chin in the palm of her hand. “Is it Leona-san?”

For a split second, Sereia couldn’t control her expression of surprise. How did she even figure that out?

“Eheh, hit the nail on the head ~” She laughed as Sereia stared at her with a suspicious expression. “- Oi, what’s up with your face? Swear I didn’t spy, but I saw you both talking when I was putting stuff back after Vargas’ class.” She grasped Sereia’s arm, her face way too close for the blue-haired girl. “Soooo, what happened?”

“Mary-Ann-san, you’re misunderstanding, nothing happened.” Sereia clarified as she wriggled her arm out of Mary-Ann’s embrace. “Leona-san just had things he wanted to talk about, that’s all.”

“Leona-san? Talking to anyone? As if. Plus, judging by your face, he was totally being a jerk, wasn’t he?”

... Maybe Sereia misjudged her, and she wasn’t as oblivious as she thought.

“Aaaah, seriously, that guy pisses me off ~ He doesn’t talk to anyone in class at all, and then he comes around and insults you? You’re like, the kindest person in the class!”

.... Or maybe not.

“Ara, I really am not.” Swift as thunder, Sereia feigned a smile. “I guess I must have irked him the wrong way....”

Mary-Ann suddenly got up, startling Sereia. The blonde girl clapped her hands, a grin on her face. What is she up to....

“Well, you don’t wanna keep a misunderstanding around for too long, right? That Leona guy definitely doesn’t have any reason to hate you, so you should clarify things with him!”

“He leaves straight after class, so-”

“Aaand that’s where I come in! I’m on classroom cleaning penal- ahem, I meant duty with him today, so if you cover my shift tonight, you’ll get to talk to him!”

“.... Mary-Ann-san. Surely, you aren’t just trying to escape your cleaning duties?”

“Eh-? Ahah, no, I would... never do that...” Letting a nervous laughter out, she waved her hands. “And I’ll like, totally pay you back by covering your shift when you’re paired with a hot guy, m’kay?~”

Sereia sighed. That just sounded like trouble, but... she felt as if she had to clarify things with him. She was used to contempt and scoffs- but for some reason, Leona’s words made her heart ache.

“.... Alright. Thank you, Mary-Ann-san.”

--

Sereia regretted agreeing almost as soon as she entered the empty classroom. Leona was napping on a desk, obviously not intending on helping out at all. Sereia cleared her throat.

“... Is this how you clean?”

Surprised, the Savanaclaw student removed the book he was using to block the light. He slightly raised his head to peer at the young girl in front of him.

“Well, if it isn’t our lil’ mermaid. What are you doing here? I thought I was on cleaning duty with that blonde chick?”

“She isn’t ‘that blonde chick’, that’s Mary-Ann-san.” Sereia sighed. “I’m covering her shift for her, so please start cleaning already.”

“... Well, would you look at that, ever-so-kind.” Leona grinned, resting his head on his arms. “Do you get some brownie points for that?”

Irked, Sereia turned around.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Now, if you would please start cleaning.”

“And what do I get for it?”

Sereia turned around once more. Upon seeing her face, Leona’s grin disappeared. Her eyes had turned cold. Interesting, he thought.

“Leona-san. I assume as a royal heir, you haven’t had the opportunity to clean after yourself, never mind after others, am I correct? Well, now that we are both Night Raven College Students, please understand that you are to do as us plebeians do.” Sereia’s voice came out as colder than she had intended. But for some reason, Leona’s arrogance really brought out the side of her she’d rather hide.

“Ha, what a quick change of attitude. How creepy.”

“- Would you please stop saying that.”

The tone of Sereia’s voice perked Leona’s interest, as he raised himself up with a big yawn. His gaze met Sereia, and the intensity of his predator eyes caught Sereia off-guard.

“... You’re an interesting one, you know.”

“If I’m not mistaken, you said I was ‘creepy’ a few seconds ago. Talk about a change of attitude.” Sereia tried her best to keep her composure, but the air seemed to grow heavier as Leona shifted towards her.

“All those lil’ herbivores ain’t worth my time, but you...” He stood up, and stopped right in front of Sereia. “.. You seem to have some fight in you, y’know. The way I see it, you can’t stand those idiots either, but why do you go around pretendin’ you do? What are you trying to get out of them?”

Sereia took a step back, only to be met with the wall behind her. Shit, she thought. The tension made her feel like her legs could give in at any moment- yet she couldn’t turn her eyes away from Leona’s gaze.

“... I already told you, I’m afraid you’re mistaken about this.”

Leona let out a chuckle as he placed his arm above her head, hovering over her.

“You’re still going on about that even in this situation? Hah, my instincts didn’t fail me- you’re intriguing. Y’know, I can’t stand those innocent, goody-two-shoes types, but you....”

The setting sun made Leona’s eyes shine even more in the dusk-coloured classroom. Sereia gulped, almost enchanted by the sight in front of her.

“... Something tells me you might be the one to make this pretentious school less boring.”

[marbledaesthetics]

Only on Principal | afi | part i

pairing: ashton x ofc

warnings: angst, fake (semi-coerced?) relationships, pining, swearing, slow burn, sexualization (kind of?)

word count: 1.7k

a/n: i’ve actually been holding on to this piece for awhile because i didn’t know if i was going to publish in it parts or as one long fic, but decided that i should really post something, so here it is. updates will probably be irregular, because i don’t have the next part finished or edited, but i promise that updates will come!  also, getting this moodboard was a bitch because i kept screwing up the file type

part ii

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“Why are we doing this again?” Ashton was slouched in his chair, a hand tugging on the back of his hair. He didn’t even try to hide the annoyance in his voice anymore, the management had set the arrangement in stone, and he wasn’t happy about it.

"We gave you a chance to throw the paps something fresh, something to bring in new people, and you refused.” The man’s voice was tight, trying to remain patient with Ashton’s brash attitude. “This is the compromise.” 

Ashton scoffed harshly at the word, rolling his eyes as he sat up properly in his chair. “Compromise? Pretending to be in love with a person I’ve never met? That’s the compromise?”

“Like, I said you had options. You don’t need to assume that you are going to absolutely despise her, she’s not that bad.” This man, taking over for the other, was speaking casually, returning Ashton’s annoyance with ease. 

“‘Not that bad?’ You’ve paired me with ‘not that bad?’”

The man groaned, turning so he was directly facing Ashton. “Personally, I’m not a fan of her, but believe it or not, we chose someone whose company you would actually tolerate while doing the press stuff. I think you are going to really enjoy spending time with her, so please, be nice, the last thing we need is you scaring her away.” He gripped the edge of the table harshly and spoke with a tone of finality that almost made Ashton want to back down.

The two men held each other's gaze for a moment before Ashton sighed, kicking the table leg childishly. “I’ll play nice, but I’m not gonna promise that I’ll like her.”

“Great, because she’s waiting in the lobby for you to stop throwing yourself this pity party, so we can explain everything to the two of you.”

“Of course she is,” he mumbled to himself, straightening up to the table and running a heavy hand over his face.

He had thought up what the girl they would want him with would be like, already thinking up things he would hate about her. She would probably be short and platinum blonde, so perky that even he couldn’t handle it before 11 am. An innocent type, he thought, someone who embodies the management in a naggy, girlfriend-shaped package.

When the door opened, Ashton’s first thought was don’t judge a book by its cover. She looked like almost everything that he assumed she wouldn’t be, but he was still sure that nothing about this endeavor would be enjoyable. 

She was taller than he had imagined— he probably didn’t have more than two or three inches on her, and her dark locks were swept back to expose a small tattoo just behind her ear. She grabbed an open chair near Ashton, not too close, but close enough that the management could address them at the same time easily.

Ashton tore his gaze from her, looking back to the team, refusing to give them the satisfaction of showing interest in the girl they had chosen. 

They held each other’s gazes expectantly before the girl to his left cleared her throat softly and said, “Well, I’m Hylla. So, hello?” She wasn’t entirely sure how to respond to the situation, but was sure that long, tense silences weren’t going to help anyone.

Ashton looked back at her, taking in the uncertainty in her features. Her demeanor makes him want to drop his guard, but he remains strong, keeping every ounce of his attraction out of his voice. “I’m Ashton, but I’m sure you already knew that.” 

Hylla resisted the urge to flinch at his harsh tone and merely rolled her eyes, shifting back to face the team before them. “Are we gonna go over everything now?”

“Yes, so here are the contracts,” said the man sitting across from them, passing them the thick packets. “I know you’ve both already signed them but I want to remind you of a few things. So first is the time frame: this contract covers eight months, but we may extend depending on how everyone reacts to this. During that time, you absolutely cannot have any sexual or romantic relationships with other people. The last thing we’ll need is the media getting their hands on a cheating scandal.”

“I thought feeding the vultures was the point.” 

The man looked as though he wanted to strangle the smirk Ashton wore off his face, but managed to remain calm enough to continue. “Ashton, if you dare, you will be in some deep shit. This is for the good of your career, not some scheme for us to ruin your life.” He clipped his words, taking a deep breath before continuing. “Anyway, similarly to what I said before, no one outside of this group can know about this. If anyone accuses you about this being for PR, you ignore it. If you get too defensive, it will set people off.”

Hylla, who—much to Ashton’s annoyance—was actually paying attention, nodded along, thumbing through the contract as she took in the information. He couldn’t help but think that she looked kinda cute when she was concentrating. He didn’t even bother to look away when she noticed his gaze, continuing to study her even as she looked back to the man speaking.

“You two will make your first public appearance next week, after you guys know each other a little better. After that we’ll make sure you two will be in the public eye a few times a month, depending on how much exposure each outing gives us. You’re going to need to make sure the paps see you, but don’t make it obvious that you want their attention.”

The meeting drags on longer than Ashton bothers to pay attention for, and he is mildly surprised when it ends, the management team getting up and telling them to hang around the studio, get to know each other before they go public.

Once they’ve gone, Ashton makes a move to leave as well, but is cut off by Hylla.

“Where are you going?” The question doesn’t sound accusatory, but it bothers Ashton nonetheless.

“The writing room. I’m not doing this in here.” His words are curt, making him feel almost bad for the girl as he brushes past her, heading through the winding hallways of the studio.

Hylla matches his brisk pace, muttering softly in an annoyed tone until he stops, holding the door for her in such a manner that it seemed almost sarcastic. 

She entered the room, standing near the door until Ashton sat, not wanting to worsen his already sour mood. He chooses a spot on the far end of a couch, leaning back and twirling a pen he had snatched off the table in front of them between his fingers.

Hylla plops down on the opposite end of his couch, tucking one leg beneath her and propping her elbow on the armrest. Ashton’s eyes follow her, taking the time to take even more of her in. Her hair is a deep chestnut, dyed deep red at the tips, and stick straight. Now that she’s taken off the leather jacket she had been wearing, he could see her ear was just one of several tattoos that adorned her skin, and she wore a worn pair of Docs with faded yellow laces. She radiated confidence, never flinching as she waited for Ashton to finish checking her out.

“Enjoying the scenery?” Her grin was cocky, teasing him as though they had been friends for years. 

“Something needs to make this arrangement bearable.” Despite his sullen mood, he returned her grin, joking with her. “So who are you? If I need to be madly in love with you in a week, I’m gonna need to know something about you.”

“What do you want to know?” She smiles easily, raking her hand back in her hair just far enough to prop her head on her hand. “There’s a lot about me.”

“Start with the basic things, how old are you, what’s your full name, your favorite color.”

“Well, my name is Hylla Rae Narvaez. I’m 24, and probably red.”

“Hylla Rae Narvaez. A name like that’s gotta have a story behind it.” His grin is teasing, curious as to how she’d react.

“It does sound a bit pretentious, doesn’t it? Queen-like is how most people describe it,” she replies, chuckling along with him. “My dad wanted a Puerto Rican name, and my mom wanted a Greek one, so this was the compromise. What else do you want to know?”

“What do you do for a living? Other than date celebrities, of course.” The jab is teasing, but Hylla stiffens for a moment anyway.

“I’m a tattoo artist, and I do commissioned art on the side.” She speaks a little softer than before, pulling the leg that had been on the ground to her chest.

“Should’ve guessed, with all the ink. You seem like the artsy type.” His words are kind, reaching out to squeeze her knee gently. “I’m sorry I was so pissy before. I just hate that they’re forcing me into this whole thing, you know? It’s nothing personal.”

“Ahh, so you only hate me in theory?” She teases, readopting her carefree demeanor.

Ashton giggles, his eyes bright. “Something like that. It’s the principal of the thing.”

They continued to make small talk, and the easiness of the conversation was surprising to Ashton, as though they were old friends just catching up. He was shocked when he checked the time to find that they had been there for hours, just chatting. Deciding they should both go home, they bid their farewells, Ashton allowing Hylla to leave first to avoid being seen before they were supposed to.

He spent the ride home lost in thought, terrified of how easily this girl he was supposed to hate was breaking down his walls, crawling into the cracks and making herself at home.

After he was home, he meditated to sort out his thoughts, and eventually resigning with a reminder to himself to take things slowly, allowing the whole thing to work itself out. He was in this for the long haul, whether he wanted to be or not, so he couldn’t let himself fuck it up from the start.

~~~

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Lap Dance (Lee Minho)

Minho Stripper! Au

Words: 1628

People: Minho x (fem) reader

WARNING: kinda smutty? Like no sex or foreplay or anything, just a lot of touching and grinding.

A/N: Hello and welcome to my tumblr! My name is venus and this is my first pic I’ll be posting on here. I already have stuff lined up to post, however, I am also open to requests as well, I really encourage them! So yeah that’s all from me, I hope you enjoy! 

Let me know if I should do a part two for this!

It was a typical Saturday night. You waiting backstage, doing your makeup, waiting for your set. Even though your job was out of the ordinary, and some people in your life were not supportive of it, nothing could stop you when you were up on that stage. Twirling, spinning, grinding, you name it, on that pole. Being a stripper was your passion. Fuck what other people thought.

You were the last performer of the night. Of course, you had to do private sessions with old, sleazy men and women, however, you complained nevertheless.

“Y/n, you’re up,’ the manager called. You nodded, completing the last finishing touches on yourself, before looking in the mirror one more time, getting up, and proceeding to the curtain backstage, waiting to be called for your time to shine.

“ANDDD NOW, THE MOMENT YOU HAVE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR! SHE’S THE BRILLIANT, SEXY, GORGEOUS, MESMERISING WOMAN ON THE NIGHT! Y/N STRIPPER NAME!”

Loud roars, cheers and whistles came about in the room once your ‘name’ was called. You began, slow struts down the runway, a combination of $1, $5 and $10 bills being thrown at you. Ignoring them, you bent down, leaving your whole backside exposed to the right side of the room.

“OOO DAMN BABY, YOU HAVE TO SIT ON MY FACE LATER!” some crust man yelled out, however, like usual, your disregarded them. Little did they know, this was your strategy to scan the room, check who was here. On the very rare occasion, there was a couple of hot guys that walked in here and there, but you were so surprised to see probably one of the most beautiful men that had ever stepped foot into here. He was leaning against the bar, cooly sipping his alcoholic beverage, when you made eye contact. His eyes were so dark, they almost took you off guard for a second, forgetting your surroundings and your performance. He quickly whispered something to his friend, pouting to you as he spoke.

‘Let’s have some real fun,’ you thought to yourself. You smirked at him, before standing back up, body rolling and flipping your long hair. You proceeded to the pole, refusing to break eye contact with this mysterious, but extremely sexy man. You sent him a week, before doing a 360 spin on the pole, legs wide open and in the air. Usually, a lot of jaw would drop to floor, amazed by your capabilities, and they did, but it wasn’t the one jaw you wanted. Instead, the man nodded, lefties his glass up to you and had a drink, looking only slightly impressed by your skill.

Determined to wow this man over, you brought out your most top notch and advanced skills you could do. Flips, tumbles, even stepping away from the poll and moving and just dancing freely. Thrusting your pelvis hard, flipping your hair over and over again, doing set choreography. The money bills, cheers and overall support was consistent, everybody was really enjoying your performance, except for him. He just had that sly smirk on his face for the whole time. It was about to drive you insane.

Losing track of time trying to win this hard to impress man, the music stopped, and your age was over. You smiled, bowed down in appreciation, before sending one more wink his way. Strutting of the stage, nothing but frustration filled you when you sat down. Was it him? Was it you? was the performance sloppy? You simply could not put your finger on it.

“Damn Y/n, that was literally one of your best performances. I’ve never seen so much money thrown on the stage for a solo performer. Not in the mood to talk, you smiled, gave a quick thank you, and checked your phone, waiting for the manager to let you know if you were asked for any private sessions tonight.

“Y/n, surprisingly after that performance, you only have one man that wants a private session tonight, then you are free to go home. Be ready in 10 mins.” You nod at him as he walks back outside. A sigh fo frustration, you text your boyfriend, telling him that you will be home a bit later than usual. You give your a hair a quick brush, touch up your makeup and move to the private room, waiting for your usual sleaze bag appointment. You walk in, scan the room, your hopes slightly up with the chance of seeing the suave man from earlier. But your hopes are crushed when there is no sight of him. Your manager comes into the roo, tells you what area you will be working in, but you look over to see no one, therefore, leaving you to sit and wait.

“Hey sweet cheeks,” a low, raspy and husky voice fills your ears. You look up, eye slightly widening when you realised who it was. It was him. The mysterious, hard to impress, suave man. He was good looking from a distance, but holy shit was he even more attractive up closed personal. You felt a little uneasy, knowing that never had of your clients had such an effect on you. However, you had to keep your character, not wanting to show the man how much of an effect he really had on you.

“Well, well, well,” you got up, grabbing his tie all the way up to the base, almost choking him lightly, “what’s your name sweetheart?” you ask, swirling your tongue around the front of top teeth.

“The names Minho, Lee Minho, but that doesn’t mean much to you, does it?”

The hint of arrogance in his voice slightly annoyed you, but also intrigued your curiosity about him. Who was he really?

Acting like you did not like his attitude, you swayed his tie, forcing him to roughly sit down on the couch behind both of you.

“Oh we have cocky one do we?” You ask, jumping onto his lap, his legs in-between yours. You begin a light straddle, a little bit of pleasure running through you every time your core slightly brushed over his own. You could feel him shover a little at your touch, a smirk appearing on your face, knowing you had such an immediate effect on him.

“Cocky enough to know that you couldn’t keep your eyes off of me the whole stage.” He looks up at you, bringing his lip between his teeth, lazily placing his hands on your hips to guide you over him. Annoyed that he was onto you, you turn around, your back facing him. Frustrated, you grabbed his inner thighs, grinding at the same speed, but with more force moving down on him. Even though you couldn’t see his face, you knew he was enjoying it, especially from the sibling moans that were leaving his mouth every few seconds.

Arching your back, you kept your pace, snaking an arm around the back of his neck, leaning most of your body weight abasing him. You cock your head to the side, moving towards his ear.

“Did you enjoy it?”

A seductive whisper escapes your mouth. Minho chuckles deeply, a deep huskiness filling your ears.

“So it was for me then?”

He gives your hips a quick squeeze, then moves his hands down to the sides your rear.

“May I?”

There was usually a rule: dancers can touch guests, but guests don’t touch the dancers. However, you wanted nothing more than him to grab your ass, smack it, pull your hair, get his finger inside of you. You had no idea why, but there was something about Minho that drove you wild. You wanted, no, you needed him.

You nod,  making sure the manager doesn’t see. You feel his calloused, deeply textured hands up against your skin. The tips of his rough fingers move up and down you, almost cooling down from the rising heat and sexual tension between you two. Sure, every time you did this, there was sexual tension, its inevitable. However, you never felt it. They were usually not exciting or sexual for you at all. It was different this time though. The more he touched you, the more you wanted to give into those desires.

“OOO, damn, you really know how to move.” Minho whines, followed by a string of curse words. Feeling risky, you move your hand down towards his throbbing cock. You moved your hand around his clothed member, light circling your thumb around his tip.

“Wow, you’re so hard for me, baby,” you accidentally moan, “am I making you fell good?”

You turn around, putting your arms around his neck, leaning your head back, giving him as much possible access to your chest as possible.

“I’m impressed. Fuck, you feel so good against me.” A deep groan is released from his mouth.

Without asking this time, his hands move towards your breasts. He cupped them for a moment, before seeing your hardened nipples through your limited clothing. You roll your head back when he pinches one. Your sensitivity at an all time high.

“What’s your name?” He mutters out, barely being able to speak from the immense pleasure that was building up in him from your touch. Disappointment fills you when you realise that your time is up. You stopped moving against him. Instead leaving like usual, your sat there, moving one hands up under his shirt. Your mouth almost watered when you felt his well-well-defined stomach muscles.

“That’s for me to know, you to find out.” You whisper in his ear, pressing a small kiss to his lobe before getting up and walking back to the dressing room.

Lee Minho. Who was he? You had no idea, but you sure as hell wished that you would be seeing him again, and fast.

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CYPHER [Chapter 2]

Characters: Namjoon [ft. Rap line] x Reader

Genre: smut [M]

Summary: After making their little agreement on the first day of filming, Namjoon is the first of the males to try and woo you. Of course, you had no way of knowing that this was only the beginning..

Soon enough, the 2nd day of recording for ‘Cypher pt.5’ had come around, and you were meeting with the rap line in the studio once again. You waited for the producers, oblivious to the smug smirks and competitive looks they were shooting each other as you glanced around the room.

The producers came in and discussed the track after listening over it, they gave you all the usual feedback that you’d need and did the same for the other rappers, basic things like tone, flow. Everybody responded calmly to the feedback and corrections were being made, some people re-recording their whole verse and others only fixing specific parts. Although this lead to the same issue as yesterday, an issue that should be expected from taking 4 almost painfully sexy rappers and putting them in a song together. Honestly the army would explode at this cypher, especially with the provocative lyrics, having much too many meanings for a dirty minded person to handle.

Almost as soon as it had began, the work day came to an end. The rappers were all leaving the studio with ideas in mind, and you’d figured you were the last to leave, but obviously not as a hand reaching around yours stopped you from grabbing the door handle to open it and exit. “Not so fast, hot stuff <3” a deep voice smirked in your ear, hot breath hitting the skin and making you tense up. You tried to turn to hear the source, but were stopped by the hands moving up to either side of your face to hold it still with a playful “Uh uh~..”

You could only blink in confusion, you weren’t sure how to feel, but you knew excited wasn’t it, yet you couldn’t help the little thrill building in your core or your tense muscles complying much too easily with the male behind you’s touch. Your eyes were locked on the door as you felt movement from behind, darkness soon covering your vision thanks to a soft fabric covering your eyes. You felt your lips crook up into a smirk and you weren’t too sure why you weren’t opposing to the situation or making some form of complaint, instead just giving a smug comment. “A blindfold, eh?” you noted as you felt your shirt slowly unbuttoning; another thing that you really should mind but honestly didn’t. “Don’t want me to see your face or something?”.

The movement stopped, your cocky attitude being matched if not played up by the musician with his hands on you. “Oh no, not that at all~” he spoke with an air of calm and confidence. You were pulled backwards, gasping as you felt your back press against a firm chest and a hand quickly sliding into your exposed bra, grabbing onto your breast and letting a surprised moan escape your lips.

“Blindfolds make the body much more sensitive~”

The tone of his voice alone was enough to make you shiver, the owner of it having given up on undressing you and now using his rough hands to play with and tease your breasts, causing you to bite down hard on your lip and squirm a little at the pleasure, legs rubbing together needily. You felt warmth building in your core, ignited by his touch and only getting hungrier for more as his hand slid from your breasts to rip off your bra, carelessly popping the clasps and earning a surprised yell at the sound of it breaking. “Hey! That was a good bra!”.

“You can fix it~”

“Tch..”

Although, every time you tried to scold him he’d always end up distracting you, the smooth hands now making their way down your stomach, slipping into your jeans and rubbing your core through your panties, somehow seeming to constantly catch you off guard and earning moans from you that you wouldn’t normally give so easily. You pressed yourself back against him, trying to bite your lip and silence yourself, only to feel his fingers start to play with your clit and cause you to buck your hips up with a sudden whine. “H-Hey, no fair~” you half whined, half pouted in his grip, only earning an amused laugh and a widened smirk from him.

“All’s fair in love and war~”

“What does that even mean?”

“It means, either take control or put up. And I doubt you’ll take control any time soon.”

His finger was now circling over your clit, with a firm pressure that you didn’t think could even be legal as you were whimpering beneath him, he hadn’t even entered you yet and you were already going insane at his perfect, yet sinful touch. You couldn’t endure it for much longer before your voice was calling out again, this time much more desperate.

“God, please, just fuck me already!”

Even you were shocked at the words that just left your lips, but the intoxicating ways of this perfect stranger left you needy and worked up in ways you could never imagine yourself being, he drove you to your breaking point with ease and you could tell he was only just getting started as he slowly moved his hand away, pulling it from within your panties to leave you rubbing your thighs together in need of friction, basically soaked through at this point. He left you waiting in silence, blind and hungry for his touch for a good minute or so before his hot and deep voice snickered yet again.

“Well, since you asked so nicely..”

He was now popping the buttons of your jeans with ease, when you realised what he was up to you were quick to help as you both slipped your form out of the tight fitting bottoms, your breathing then hitched as his fingers laced into your panties once more, tugging them off calmly but roughly in a way that had you gasping. He held you more tightly against him, and with the removed layers you could feel his hardness pressing against your behind almost comfortably. You were so distracted by the feeling that it took you a few minutes to realise his stubborn pulling of your shirt, signalling you to eventually raise your arms and allow it to be pulled over your head, your broken bra falling to the ground after it. The cool air of the studio bit at your skin, goosebumps appearing all over you just like this man’s ghostly hands.

Soon, you heard the noise of a zip and your smirk was quick to return, biting your lip in anticipation as you heard him undressing against you. Your body was left chilly, wanting and neglected for what you considered too long before you felt his hard, bare cock press against you, making you jolt. “Hey, give a girl a warning next time!”

“You didn’t need one earlier”

“..That’s not the point!”

You were too frustrated and needy by now to give a proper argument, just wanting him to fill you and relieve the clutching desperation in your gut, so badly that you subconsciously pressed your behind against him, causing him to cock his brow and smirk as he took a rough hold of your hips. “Slow down there, miss. I’m in control here.”

You could only huff at his smug words, knowing that you were in no position to interfere.

He took his sweet time drifting his hands over your body and exploring your curves once more, causing you to bite your lip at his blatant teasing. It felt like forever had passed before you suddenly felt his member rub against your entrance, earning a soft moan to escape your lips, much to his amusement. He continued this rubbing for a while before pushing his head into you, your back arching as you clutched onto his hands, craving some stability in preparation for him to rock your world. He’d barely entered you and you already felt amazing, so when he began pushing back and forth, filling you with more and more of himself with each thrust, you could feel yourself going crazy from the pleasure, sinful moans piercing the silence of the room from both you and him, although you’d admit that yours were much louder.

He picked up the pace, getting rougher and faster with your body as he felt his own need rising as well as yours, you could feel a knot tying in your stomach, a heat in your core building and building as you were right on the edge of release. You were trying so hard to hang on when smooth breath on your ear pushed you over the top. “Come on baby, cum for me~” he purred, practically making you melt with a loud whine as you came over his member. With a few more bucks of his hip he was also reaching his climax, bucking deep into you and blowing his load, filling you with a second warmth after the initial one caused by yourself. You were a sweaty, panting, stunned mess, coming down from your high with your hands tightly clutched to his. You took a while to catch your breath after he had pulled out and was doing the same, but soon enough managed to get your words out. “Damn, that was good… but who are you?” you had questioned, admittedly a little late.

For a minute you could only hear his shallow breathing, until you felt his hands leaving your body and a smooth voice destroying your sanity once again.

“Rap Monster baby, remember the name~”

And with that, the door opened, then slowly closed. He’d left you with your thoughts, your torn up clothes, and the best fuck of your life.

None of which you expected from a rap collab…

//A/N: I’M SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG AHH IM A BUSY BEE

ALSO ‘JACKIE052500′ ASKED FOR JOONIE FIRST SO HERE YA GO LOVELY!

Holla with who you want next guys, JHope or Suga~ ;*

~Kitty ~~(03<)~~