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rapidhighway · 1 year
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I didn’t go to sculpture again……
#please please please I have anxiety I have a mental illness#I can’t make myself go there it’s hell idk why I’m just so nervous every time I make myself feel sick#and then I get another excuse not to go becuase I literally feel like I’m gonna throw up#I’m not going to pass if I don’t start going there…….#and I cannot handle repeating a semester#I live in fear#and it doesn’t help that I have intermedia class later today which is my second greatest enemy and just as dreadful#banging head on the table#I need to be wrapped in a blanket and go to sleep forever#god even if I go there I’m never going to be able to come up to my prof and talk to him about my project I get physically I’ll at the#slightest suggestion from my friends that I should finally do it#everyone’s done it already#I will literally cry if anyone talks to me#the profs just intimidate me so badly I feel like they hate me#and everyone says they’re super nice but I can’t make myself believe ittttt they will eat me alive#but if I never go I won’t pass the class and repeating the semester will cost money#pleas I have the stupid project idea ready but I just can’t do it I’ve thought about just emailing them and doing it all through email but#I couldn’t do that either I’m just in panic mode instantly#so yeah I’m just venting not asking ppl for solutions 😶✌️ I just don’t want to text my friend again bc I’ve been putting way too much on#them#they do practically everything for me anyway bc I can’t do shit by myself#uh ok I just need to put this SOMEWHERE#I’m gonna curl up and draw metal or whatever#ugh I know I’m making things worse by not coming#but I can’t make myself I just cant I’m gonna have an anxiety attack ✌️#no one look at me#I being sensitive and vulnerable here
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I’ve never requested anything before so sorry if this doesn’t make any sense but like lando is at the gym or just out of the house and while hes away we start streaming on his account blah blah we play something and we he comes home he doesnt know your streaming and he comes up to us and wraps his hand round our neck to kiss us and everyone freaks out and we’re shocked (do anthing from this point) thank you so much if you take this request totally okay if you dont
Such Public Affection - LN
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Lando having stuff to do with Quadrant, he does sometimes tell y/n she cane come because he is so easily distracted by her and it works against the productivity.
She takes it as a compliment of her effect on him and just finds other things to do. Though her physical distance isn't enough to stop him calling her every other hour to check in and messaging her between that. The man is clingy to say the least, but she'd never claim to be mad about it.
"Alright, everyone...so I finally figured out how to go live on Lando's set up. I've literally never done this before but I have played on Lando's set up before even though he prefers to be here incase I break something...which has happened before. He does actually let me use all this...stuff, it's just sometimes I don't know what I'm doing. Umm...so let's play something. What should I play chat?" Y/n asks as she flicks between the choice of the games. "I'm thinking...sims. I love sims. I've got a family on here. Lando and I have 17 kids, 12 cats and 4 dogs. Also like 5 ponds of fish."
She ends up spending two hours showing everyone the excessively large Sim family. Telling everyone about the children, pets and showing how she likes to use cheats for extra money and become impossibly rich.
"See...I think we need another room, but like I don't know where-I'll just build a whole new floor." Y/n beams, bright as she nods going ahead with her idea.
Now y/n hasn't actually been thinking to read the chat, because she covered it with a Spotify tab after deciding it was too quiet and she needed music for it.
So she doesn't hear her boyfriend's return and when he walks in, he doesn't assume she's live-streaming. Because she doesn't know how to live stream and there's no chat or evidence to suggest she is.
He moves up behind her snaking his hand around to take a hold of her neck and force her head to tilt back, silencing her with a long, fairly hot kiss that she for certain was not expecting in the slightest. But with a gently squeeze of her throat, he rubs his thumb over her drumming pulse point.
"Hello baby. How's the kids?" Lando jokes while she looks at him still looking shocked and almost apologetic. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?"
"I'm live." Y/n whispers as if it's going to rewind him from being so shamelessly affectionate towards his girlfriend.
"You're live?" Lando frowns making her nod and laugh nervously before clicking to bring the chat that has frozen in the frenzy of too many people trying to comment too quickly.
Lando suddenly turns clicking a few things and turning back to her.
"You're not anymore." He states simply since it's not something he wants to deal with today. "Come on, time to smother you in cuddles and just relax. That photoshoot for the new Quadrant line was tiring."
"But-"
"We can deal with it later." Lando assures her then bending down and picking her up, hiking her legs up around his waist before carrying her to the bedroom and lying down on the bed with her underneath it him.
"Sorry."
"Don't, y/n. I kissed you and you didn't see it coming. I'm sure all the assholes who chase after you are going to say I don't treat you right, but I don't care." Lando grumbles feeling her run her hands back through his hair.
"You treat me very well and we both know it. That's why you put your hand around my neck." Y/n laughs lightly before sighing and reaching for her phone from her pocket. "Oh wow, family and friends are sending me messages about it-oh and people are suspecting you're dismembering my body because you looked super pissed off when you ended the stream."
"Oh yeah, a fit of rage." Lando hums sarcastically while she grins at him and he turns his head to look up at her. "Did you have fun playing sims?"
"Yeah, we had two more babies."
"Wow, 19 kids? Maybe we should finally get to work on making that happen."
"You're hilarious. Actually so funny." Y/n comments with a snort gently pushing his head to the side.
"Mmm...maybe 19 is too many, they make tv shows." Lando nods while she mirrors his actions in agreement. "You looked like you were about to cry after I kissed you. I thought you were upset about it."
"No. I just knew it had been captured for like a few thousand people and you like keeping the kisses away from public eyes." Y/n sighs making him frown.
"Because people make such a big deal about it." Lando frowns then smiling lightly. "I like having you to myself."
"I know you do, that's why I felt bad. Because you didn't even know."
"It's fine." Lando dismisses then shoving himself up her body and catching her in another kiss and in a quick move, he rolls them over so she's on top of him. "I love you."
"I love you too. A lot...which is why the sim versions of us always have unprotected sex and a boat load of kids. One more and we could have enough till fill every seat in the F1 grid." Y/n gasps in excitement. "We'll get them go karts!"
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melminli · 5 months
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phone time
summery - you and satoru have been together for a long time now, like really long. next week marks your nine year anniversary, actually, and your friends think that it's a bit weird that you two are not doing anything special on that day.
contains: fem reader, fluff/crack, utahime being in your business, gossip, meimei hate, suggestive joke at the end
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"we were thinking about going shopping with mei mei this weekend, you want to come with us?" utahime asked you as you stepped into the living room after leaving the kitchen. it took you a second to answer her, as your attention was focused on the tray in your hands. you really didn't want to risk one of the three cups of hot coffee spilling over and doing a mess. as well as getting a third-degree burn.
when the tray finally touched the small table, you got around to answering. "i don't know. i've been spending too much money lately." you admitted, making yourself comfortable on the soft carpet. sitting across from the sofa also helped the conversation flow more smoothly. "i would still come just to hang out with you guys, but you know i don't like meimei that much..."
shoko was about to add something when gojo interrupted her. "you can just take my card, you know. and meimei isn't much of a talker anyway. you should go if you feel like it." he suggested from his position on the pastel pink armchair. "you can also go to starbucks together. they should have pumpkin space latte on the menu again now that it's fall."
you thought about the proposal once more at his argument while holding your cup in your hands. the girls on the other side sent disgusted looks to the man. even though he spoke in their favor, they weren't really interested in hearing his input. "and why are you still here? i thought you told your crusty boyfriend to leave for a few hours." utahime complained to you.
"and i did." you replied and sensed the mean looks he gave you when you didn't correct her after she described him as crusty. you just shook your head to signal him that she didn't know what she was talking about. "weren't you gonna meet up with suguru?" you asked him, looking in his direction.
i can't believe i'm getting kicked out of my own place. he leaned a little deeper in his seat at that thought, but didn't really mind since it was you who asked him to. he wasn't really authorized to participate in girl talk and was, to be honest, a bit butt hurt about it. he would do anything to participate in a session. "we are. that asshole is running late, so i would be very grateful if you ladies could show me some mercy and let me wait inside since it's like two degrees outside."
you raised an eyebrow at his wording and spoke up with a grin after taking a sip. "what's the matter, elsa? can't handle the cold?"
satoru just rolled his eyes. "i can't wait until it starts snowing. doesn't it ever get boring? making the same jokes over and over again."
you pretended to give his question serious thought until you finally answered. "no, not really."
utahime watched the interaction between you with a furrowed brow. "i can't believe you two are a couple." she finally said, abruptly changing the subject. "you just don't act coupley at all."
shoko disagreed. "what does that even mean? they've been together for like forever."
it felt a little strange to gojo that she was kind of supportive of your relationship right now. she wasn't really, but it felt that way to him, and he was happy about it and agreed with her. "exactly. that is a heavy accusations you're throwing in the room, that i'm not going to tolerate. i would literally die for my girlfriend, which is like the bare minimum, i know. but still." he spoke in a completely serious voice.
you hummed in support of him. "yeah, i mean men are meant to die in war anyway, so it's good that you know."
there. you guys were doing it again. "that's what i'm talking about. nothing about how you behave with each other is romantic in the slightest way." she said, a little disappointed. "i've also never seen you kiss or heard that you're going on dates. i mean, do you even have anything planned for your anniversary?" she continued to enumerate, getting seriously worried.
you didn't take her worry serious since you did all these things in private. you just preferred it that way. "we live together, and we spend a lot of quality time together. just because we don't call everything a date doesn't mean we never do anything as a couple." you retorted, and satoru supported what you said with adding period. "i've been a little lazy lately due to it getting so cold again, and i don't feel like doing anything extravagant because it just mentally exhausts me on top with work. so we'll probably just chill and have some phone time in the evening." you answered her question about your anniversary. maybe you would get satoru a little gift like flowers. yeah, he liked getting flowers. you mentally made a note to look on the internet for some with a nice meaning.
shoko repeated questioningly. "phone time?" somehow, she imagined it to be something very strange.
"yeah, you know." satoru began, although the two had no idea what you two were talking about. "lying in bed. scrolling on social media - mostly tiktok. showing funny or stupid videos to each other and laughing about it."
you raised an index finger to add. "or cat videos." you reminisced about some silly trends in the past. "i kind of miss dabloon cat..."
so the two are just some sort of ipad kids.
"that's pretty weird, actually. you two are weird." said utahime in conclusion, not knowing what else to say.
you just rolled your eyes as you took another sip of your coffee. "last time i checked, you were single."
a sigh escaped her at the remark. "well, i can't argue against that. my dating life has been drier than a desert lately..."
at that, a slight giggle escaped satoru's lips, reminding you all that he was indeed still present in the room. "you know what's not dry after i - "
"satoru."
"what? just because she doesn't see us kiss doesn't mean that we don't do it."
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7ndipity · 1 year
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Dating Jungkook headcanons
Jungkook x Reader
Warnings: some swearing, a lil suggestive, I think that's it
A/N: Thank you to the lovely anon who requested this, I've never written a list like this before so it's a little scattered, sorry. Anyway I'm very soft for this man now, goodbye.
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Dating Jungkook is, for lack of a better word, messy. But like in all the best ways.
Late night hangouts when y'all can't sleep and you just end up at the local convenience store, eating snacks or whatever and talking until you notice the sun coming up.
I know I wrote a lil blurb abt it already, but karaoke dates are a regular occurrence. Doesn't matter if you can sing or not, y'all are just having a good time seeing who can hit the highest note(it's him, sorry)
He's one of those people whose friends probably tease cause he says "my s/o is my best friend". But he actually means it, you are his best friend.(I really feel like he would fall for a friend, but that's a discussion for a ot7 reaction I'm working on for next week👀)
Acts really cocky sometimes, but will fold like a house of cards(ha) into the softest boi at the slightest provocation from you.
He's fucking whipped for you, and he knows it.
Was so nervous to kiss you the first time that he legit backed out like three times before it finally happened.
Probably has some kind of nickname for you like "my light" or "my life."
But on the other hand, y'all also tease each other relentlessly, it's like a second love language with him.
Like he will sit there while you're trying to read or smth and poke your cheeks until he gets a reaction out of you.
Will make height jokes, even if you're only like 1in shorter than him.
"Tiny baby." He coos while patting your head. "I'm gonna climb up there and kill you." You warn. "So tiny, so precious."
But if he catches anyone else giving you a hard time about something, God help them.
Possessive(*cough perilla leaf debate)
Gives you his sweatshirts to wear because you look cute in them, but also loves that it's a subtle sign to anybody else that you're his.
This goes both ways though, he loves when you call him yours.
The first time you called him "your boyfriend", he legit short-circuited for a second.
Would probably have matching, macrame type couple bracelets that y'all made together for your second or third month anniversary.
Protective AF
Does that thing where he makes sure you walk on the inner half of the sidewalk when are you're out together, so you're protected from the street?
Not big on Pda exactly, but usually has an arm around you or is holding your hand. He doesn't even realize he's doing it sometimes, it's just kinda become a habit to have you close as much as possible.
He gets so little time with you as it is, so he just wants to make every second count.
When it's just the two of you though, he becomes a fucking koala and will NOT let you go.
Clings to you like his life depends on it.
Begs you to stay over all the time, swears that he can't sleep well unless you're next to him.
At this point, you might as well move in, half of your shit's at his place already anyway.
Looks at you like you're a literal dream.
Like some mornings when neither of you are really awake yet, you look over and he's just staring at you over your coffee mug like🥺
Loves to make you flustered tho
Like, if he notices you have a thing for his arms, he's gonna take every chance he can to roll his sleeves up in front of you just to see your face go red.
Randomly walks up to and gives you these deep, intense kisses and then? just fucking walks away as if nothing happened? Like, nuh-uh, get your ass back here and finish what you started sir!
Talks about your future together with such casual certainty. Like "when we get married, we should get a house like that".
Refers to Bam as your child.
Idk where I'm going with this or how to end it, so I'm just gonna stop here, but yeah. I just think he's neat lol.
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youthguk · 1 year
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Follow the White Rabbit | jjk (m)
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pairing: idol! jungkook x idol! reader
genre: smut, idols au.
words: 8.2k
summary: Jungkook never involves with other idols, valuing his reputation above everything else. That's until he learns about you. But when his attempt to get closer to you falls short because of false rumors, you're determined to make it up to him.
author’s note: all characters are 18+(!); this is a stand alone story. however, i do have some ideas for more parts, so let me know if anyone would be interested in more parts ♡
“Every adventure requires a first step.”
Jungkook was known for his pristine reputation amongst other idols. And that came with certain drawbacks. 
Being an idol meant being watched. Always. He had to learn it the hard way. But he learned his lesson long ago and now no one would ever catch Jungkook’s pretty shiny eyes darting even with the slightest interest in other groups' direction, especially girl groups. He was sick of that and decided to protect his peace by playing by the rules of the idol industry and fans, scrutinizing his every move, and craving to know more about his personal life. 
Jungkook distanced himself from everything that could disturb his peace. Surely, he is showing up to events, music shows, and year-end award shows with his group, eyes only on members and fans. He is here to do his job, and enjoy performance; he is here for music, not for drama. Jungkook is now called “heartless” and “brat” by his peers; every time some newly debuted idols approach him backstage — he politely bows back to them, not willing to maintain a conversation. Jeon Jungkook is pretty content with his reputation, they may call him “arrogant” or even “spoiled maknea”, he is not here to be liked. 
He is not here to make any new friends, he doesn’t need them, it's as simple as that. Jungkook doesn’t remember when was the last time that he even bothered to check the new groups. Well, of course, that was until the popularity of your group “Bunnies” became so big that it was just impossible for him to escape from you. 
“Hyung, what’s the deal with…what was their name…Bunnies?” Finally, Jungkook gives in and decides to refer to Namjoon who, unlike him, always keeps up with new trends and faces in their industry. “Obnoxious name for a group, by the way,” he adds. 
“Are you asking because of ____ ?” Namjoon teases his favorite maknae. 
“What? No…Who’s that?” Jungkook regrets asking as soon as the words flew out of his mouth. He is, insensibly to himself, crossing the line that he drew himself. Of course, he doesn’t care who you are, he was just curious about your group for a moment. 
“Oh, well, she’s the leader of Bunnies,” Jungkook doesn’t know you (and has no desire to get acquainted with you) and yet he can’t help but pity you. Leader of Bunnies. That must be hard for you. He chuckles at his thoughts which don’t go unnoticed by his own leader, “What’s so funny?”
“Sorry, hyung, but the name is ridiculous,” he shrugs and when met with a disapproving stare from his leader, Jungkook compliantly adds, “But hey, good for them, right? They even caught my attention. Well, it was impossible to not notice, I mean, their song was playing in every damn convenience store that I entered this past few months.”
“You should check the credits to the song.”
Jungkook doesn’t ask why and simply follows Namjoon’s suggestion. His eyes wander on his screen, gaze drawn to the same name repeated both in “Lyrics by” and “Composed by”. 
“That’s the leader…You were talking about her, ____, right?” And when Namjoon nods, Jungkook’s eyebrows are drawn together in confusion. “Why did you think I was interested because of her in particular?”
Namjoon heavily sighs, stretching his arms wearily, “Of course, our Jungkookie is all grown-up now and no one deserves his attention,” he playfully pats Jungkook’s head, knowing very well how annoying their golden maknae finds that. “She just mentioned you in one of their interviews and now it went viral, just like everything that Bunnies do.”
Yet again Jungkook cringes at the mention of your group’s name and, for some obscure reason, takes a mental note to check out that interview. 
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You were the oldest in your group and the most experienced one. When agreeing to debut in Bunnies you were promised by the company that you will simply be able to do what you already love the most — writing and composing songs while being able to perform. You never liked the public attention and criticism that comes with the territory, but as your producers and PR agents assured you, all that unwanted public attention will go past you. After all, you were the oldest and not the center of the group. Which was supposed to guarantee you a somewhat calm and untroubled career (as much as it was possible in this case, of course). 
“Welcome Bunnies!” The host of a variety show addresses your group excitedly. Nowadays, it was pure luck for any TV program to get your group to visit them, you were booked and busy. Literally. You don’t remember with what exact mindset you were getting yourself into this and what were you expecting from your group, but this level of success was unexpected, even for your company. 
Thanks to your introverted nature, your beloved members, who in a span of just a few months were all like little sisters to you, took most of the talking responsibility on themselves, leaving you only serious and tricky questions for discussion. 
“So, who would you call your celebrity crush or even ideal type?” The interviewer asks and all the eyes of your members fall on you, pleading for help. 
“Wow, no one has ever asked us that before!” You chuckle as the audience conformably bursts into laughter and you try to stall some more time before you come up with an appropriate and least provoking answer. “Well, I’d say it’s Jeon Jungkook sunbaenim, right?” You turn to your members, looking for support. But you know you already gave the wrong answer when you decided to respond with honesty. “He’s very talented and achieved so much, I always looked up to him, and still after our debut, there’s so much to learn from him.” You blurt it all at once out, not sure why you even went with so many details on your long-term crush on one of the most untouchable idols. You heavily exhale in relief, expecting a change of topic. 
“So, you would date him?” The interviewer decides to not give you an easy time. Surprise. 
“Well, your question was on ideal type,” you flash the audience with your elegant smile which they return with applause and you finally feel free when the next question has nothing to do with crushes and dating. 
That day you come back to your shared dorm with members, tiredly plopping on your favorite couch. 
“How bad was that, be honest,” you almost threaten Rinjea with your discerning stare. 
“It was just fine, stop it, unnie,” you are pretty sure you’ve heard that for the 10th time but it still doesn’t feel like the truth. “Plus, Jungkook is like the most unbothered and arrogant person, he probably will never even hear about this interview.” She brushes you off, again, but this time it works and you loosen up a little. 
The worst that can happen is being made fun of by your friends and that was the last thing on your mind. You scoff to yourself, were you really worried about Jeon Jungkook watching your interview? 
As time goes by, the worries vanish into thin air. Even though your secret crush is not so secret anymore, the general public discusses that with tenderness on how bold you were to confess that. 
Besides, there were no chances of you randomly bumping into Jungkook as BTS stopped performing on music shows. The only place for you to meet him is the upcoming year-end award shows, but by the time you start attending them with your group, your little awkward moment in the interview is long forgotten by you. 
However, the whole “being teased by your peers” thing happens anyway as on one of your very rare days off you find time to finally catch up with your only friend in this industry (besides your members, of course), Harin, who was not only a member of a group that debuted a year before you and a great artist but also a part-time personal provider of gossips on K-pop industry for you. 
“No, but why on earth you mentioned Jeon Jungkook out of all people!” She exclaims and you almost jump in your seat looking around you. It’s a Sunday morning; the cafe that you both decided to meet at is almost empty but you still feel unnerved mentioning any names. 
“Why not? I always liked him,” as you say that you are reminded by the disbelief on Harin’s face that you’ve never actually mentioned that to her before. “And nothing controversial about appreciating other musicians’ talent.”
“Talent my ass,” Harin scoffs, shaking her head. “You really know nothing about him, ____? ”
“I don’t understand.”
“Of course, our little naive ____,” she lets out a long sigh of pity, leaving you absolutely puzzled at this whole situation. “Let’s put it that way, he’s known for his promiscuous ways, if you know what I mean.”
“I don’t understand,” you reiterate yourself, drawing your brows together, growing angry with your friend. You never idealized your favorite artists, but this sounded more like some cheap gossip, and you couldn’t stand that. “If anything, I’ve heard the opposite about him and his members.”
“Well, that’s all a facade,” she folds her arms across her chest sensing the lack of trust. “And if I told you that I experienced that first-hand, you wouldn’t believe that either?” She snorts. 
“You’ve slept with Jungkook?” Something between a high-pitched squeal and a whisper leaves your mouth. You could’ve never imagined this conversation would lead to this. And you hate the little prickle of jealousy and disappointment from this unwanted discovery. 
“Hah, he wishes,” your friend scoffs, pure amusement lingering on her face now that you are more invested in this conversation. “He tried to get into my pants, but I totally turned him down. I mean it’s like an indicator of no self-worth if you get involved with dudes like him.” You process Harin’s words wide-eyed, all of that still sounds as if about someone else, but you can’t naively deny that. “I guess they’re just like everyone else, using their status to get to girls and then run their mouths about them, ruining poor naive girls’ reputations.”
And that was your last straw. You knew you didn’t have the right to judge other people’s personal life but if Harin’s words were true, that was terribly disappointing for you. 
“I can’t believe that… that’s atrocious,” this conversation leaves a bitter taste of disappointment on your tongue that you’re not sure will be able to get rid of any time soon. “And I’ve never even heard about it!”
“You’re lucky you know me and can count on me warning you about douchebags like him.”
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Jungkook doesn’t remember when exactly he started falling into that rabbit hole. First, he watched the infamous interview, chuckling to himself smugly. Next, he listened to your group’s debut mini-album, replaying with special attentiveness songs in which you participated in the creation process. 
It’s been two weeks now, and his “for you” page was flooding with you. It was almost unbearable, and Jungkook would gladly get mad at someone if he wasn’t the one to blame. Well, your songs were good, to say the least. And in every performance, his gaze was automatically searching for you. There was something about you that was exceptionally enthralling to Jungkook; maybe it was how poised you always were, carrying yourself with elegance, while your younger members were always wild and loud. They could afford to be reckless and careless, as you were taking a lot of responsibilities on yourself. 
Jungkook was suddenly intrigued by you, wondering what type of person you actually were, as you never gave in any details about yourself except for your love for music and performing. He couldn’t explain it, but he had this confidence that you two would easily get along. 
“I bet our Jungkookie knows all Bunnies’ songs by heart now,” Jimin teases him while taking a break from practicing, noticing the song that is currently on repeat in Jungkook’s headphones. 
Jungkook closes his eyes, trying to ease exhaustion from hours and hours of practice for the upcoming big performance that they’re preparing for the award show. As he immerses into the song in his headphones (which is by pure coincidence written by you), he suddenly lights up with a genius, almost cute, idea (in his opinion). What if he approaches you tomorrow backstage and says hi? It wouldn’t hurt anyone, right? He hasn’t done that since… he can’t even remember, but surely he could try to get to know you and thank you for your kind words and even profess his own new-found love for your music. He is so intrigued by that idea and thrilled with the anticipation of your reaction, that he feels a sudden rush of energy. 
Oh, he can’t wait to see. 
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To Jungkook’s frustration, his plan utterly fails during the first day of the award ceremony; for some reason, you are always out of his sight and when he can finally approach you — your members are right by your side. The same pattern follows the next day, and the day after that. 
Jungkook starts growing impatient with you, even though he knows it’s out of your control — you are a leader, after all, and you can’t let your group be on their own. And you are absolutely oblivious to the fact that Jungkook wants to have a tete-a-tete moment with you. At some point, he even wonders if there’s a chance that you’re deliberately avoiding him, as he can’t catch even a fleeting glance from you. Maybe you’re just shy and careful, he calms himself, and in that case, he must meet you in person and reassure you that everything is fine.
It seems that luck was in his favor this time, as your group members were asked to leave the ceremony early for the reasons unknown to him, leaving you all alone. Jungkook can only pray that all his secretive peeking at you wasn’t captured by any fan cams. And when the ceremony is coming to an end, he notices how you start leaving earlier, not waiting for the usual curtain call where everyone gets on stage and says final goodbyes to the audience. 
Maybe you were anxious about big crowds, especially now, when you were all by yourself. Oh, how Jungkook wishes he would have been able to keep you company. While you walk through the seats, Jungkook manages to steal a glance at you without the usual precautions, as everyone’s attention is on you now anyway. 
You look beautiful, as always, he thinks to himself. Something devilish in that white short dress that you are confidently rocking tonight. He could watch you and the way you elegantly carry yourself all day, attentively studying your enchanting features. Oh, how Jungkook wishes he could stare at you freely but as soon as you walk behind the stage, he forces himself to shift his attention back to the stage, nervously shaking his leg. 
After you, a couple of other idols are following your example, rushing backstage before the official closing of the ceremony and Jungkook deems that’s a perfect opportunity. He throws something about promising to return soon behind him, to his members, and races backstage. His heart frantically hammering against his chest left him wondering when was the last time that he felt so free and alive. 
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You enter the waiting room of your group, but as the girls had to leave earlier, you are left in solitude which you, quite frankly, don’t mind. It’s the last event of this year that you had to attend. December was insanely filled with work; you would have never imagined that this one day could have been your life. You still can’t grasp if debuting was the right decision; it was hard being a trainee and life was getting only harder and harder now. Well, this is just life and work that you chose for yourself. 
While you were caught in your thoughts, the sound of opening a door goes almost unnoticed by you. But then it is followed immediately by some coughing, almost begging for your attention. You frown at the sudden intrusion and turn around. 
There he was. Jeon Jungkook himself awkwardly standing in your group’s waiting room, nervously pulling at the back of his neck. What the hell? You have never seen him this up close, and god was he the most beautiful human being that you’ve ever seen? Easily. You can’t take your eyes off him, mesmerized by the way his in-life beauty makes you think that photos don’t do him justice by failing to capture his true beauty. 
“Hello…I guess?” he’s searching for your eyes but instead, you grant him a respectful bow, which makes him chuckle with a clear disappointed undertone to it. “No need for that, please.”
At first, when his nervousness took over him, you were caught off guard — that wasn’t aligning with all the rumors that you heard about him. Maybe this was his way to charm you? How many girls has he tricked with that slick image of shyness?
You froze at your place, perplexed by his words. Well, what is he here for then? “Sorry, Jungkook sunbaenim.” 
“Just call me Jungkook,” he heavily sighs, eyes wandering around the room. 
“You can take a seat… Jungkook,” you tentatively motion to him; the awkward silence fills the room. 
You try to suppress all your emotions. You can only hope that your stiffness comes across to him as tranquility. It took a lot of self-control, after all, it was still Jeon Jungkook in front of you. It will take some time for you to fully drift his image in your head to the one that adheres to the disappointing reality.
Jungkook scoffs, a little bit irritated with your covert indifference to him. “You weren’t this shy dropping my name in interviews,” he casually states matter-of-factly. 
Your eyes widen at his sudden passive aggression. Whatever he was expecting from you, you disappointed him. But if anything, you believe that you are the one who has a right to be angry at him after discovering frustrating details about his personal life. 
“And I truly meant that,” you habitually slightly bow your head which irritates him a little bit. Yet you still don’t understand what he’s so upset about. 
“Doesn’t seem like that,” he is still standing by the door, now confidently leaning on it. “More like just another attention-seeker, using our group’s name to promote yourself.” 
His cruel and baseless accusation strikes you painfully. 
“I’m sorry but you have no right to blame me like that,” you pause for a second, trying to catch your breath as you hear your voice cracking from despair, “and I don’t understand why you are being so mean.” 
You see Jungkook’s tensed features soften slightly, a look of concern flourishing on his face from your shaky voice. “Fine, sorry, don’t know what’s gotten into me,” his voice now calming and soothing which resembles more his angelic singing voice that you adore so much. “I was very excited to see you in person, couldn’t wait for the right moment… so I decided to not wait any longer.”
His sudden confession and change of tone leave you utterly perplexed, why would Jeon Jungkook want to meet you? If anything, it should’ve been the other way around. “Me?” You point at yourself, still baffled by his words. “Why would you…”
“I somehow became a big fan, I guess,” you quirk an eyebrow at his “somehow” in dismay, but don’t interrupt. “You are a great artist, your songs…can’t stop listening to them,” he blurts it all out at once, a shade of nervousness back in his voice.
You look at him shocked, how is he telling you all these nice words that you dreamed of telling him? The world seems unreal now. 
“I don’t know what to say…I just…thank you very much,” you bow again despite his previous plea. “And I can’t believe that you are saying this because what I said during that interview, I truly meant that. You are one of the reasons why I decided to pursue singing.” 
Professing your gratitude to Jungkook and BTS was one of your dreams and you couldn’t miss this opportunity. However, the familiar tension and awkwardness were back between you two. 
It’s clear to you now how Jungkook was trying to get rid of that, but you were too resistant to talk casually with him. Not only because of respect: whether he liked it or not, he still was your senior and it was not easy to just treat him as your equal. But as much as you tried, Harin’s words about him were getting to your head. If everything Harin’s said was true, then he definitely wasn’t the best person to get close to. You would never want to do anything that could somehow damage your group’s reputation. It wouldn’t be fair to girls. 
Of course, you don’t even assume that he would be interested in you in that way, but that wasn’t particularly your concern. You knew yourself, and you knew very well that if he tried to make a move on you, you simply couldn’t resist him. And that was scaring you the most. So the least you can do is to stop whatever he’s trying to initiate before it’s too late. 
“_____, please, I really appreciate your words but I was hoping we could drop all these formalities,” his lips are lightly curled in a smile and your heart skips a beat at that sight. 
You cast a glance at his lightened up face, his doe eyes sparkling with sincerity. Your heart aches, how could Jungkook standing in front of you be the same person who Harin warned you about? After all, maybe he is genuine with you now and has no ulterior motives.
“If it’s because of the setting,” he points around, “then we could meet in more casual circumstances,” your eyes widen in shock, anticipating his next words. “We can hang out when both of our schedules match,” he suggests innocently and you feel your heart shrinking. Harin was right. 
“You can’t be serious,” you mutter, shaking your head. “I can’t believe that.”
Jungkook looks at you worriedly, taking a step closer to you. “I don’t understand, what’s wrong?”
You chuckle at his deceiving concern, whatever role he’s playing now, he’s too good, you almost feel ashamed for accusing him of having bad intentions, but you have to set aside your naivety and face the truth. “I can’t believe I am a fan of someone like you.”
“What’s wrong, I don’t understand. You said on national TV that you liked me, and now you act like me suggesting to get to know each other is a crime,” he raises his voice, and you can clearly hear that he’s hurt. 
“And you thought it was an open invitation?” You cross your hands. Only a month ago you would give anything for a little conversation with Jungkook, and now, you were arguing with him, fully enraged. “Besides, that was before I learned about your true nature.”
“Oh…that’s interesting,” Jungkook teasingly claims, making himself comfortable while plopping on the only couch in your dressing room. “Tell me more about it,” to your surprise, he became uplifted for no particular reason, his full attention dedicated to you only. 
“I know that you…” you’re startled by his attentive gaze, eyeing you up and down. And how are you supposed to formulate why exactly you’re upset with him? “I know you unabashedly use your status to get to…to use girls and then spread misinformation that ruins their reputation,” you pause to catch a breath. “You’re insane if you think I would ever get involved with someone like you.”
To your astonishment, he starts laughing leaving you dumbfounded. Jungkook leans his head back, not able to contain the laughter. “This one is definitely entertaining.”
“What do you mean ‘this one’?”
“The nonsense that you just told me, was quite amusing. Haven’t heard that type of thing in a long time,” he reproaches you while tilting his head to the side. 
“Nothing funny about treating other people so disgracefully,” you still stand your ground. “I’ve heard it from a reliable source,” you sound ridiculous to yourself but you don’t think it would be wise to say Harin’s name. What if he is actually dangerous?  
“As a fan you surely have little faith in me” he chuckles bitterly. “I shouldn’t have come here,” he mumbles to himself, the disappointment and pain in his voice almost breaking you. He tightens his lips together, jaw clenched. You know confronting him was the right thing to do. But why does it still hurt so badly? 
“If that was your intention all along, then yes. This was a mistake. ”
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The bitter aftertaste of meeting Jungkook doesn’t leave you even after a week. You’re torn inside, feeling both guilty for causing him pain and angry for deceiving you and other millions of fans that he’s a nice person. Of course, he didn't owe anyone anything but it still made you cry yourself to sleep for several nights. You were constantly rewinding your conversation with him before sleep, trying to hold on to every little detail in your memory.
Harin turned out to be right — not that you doubted your friend’s words for a second — but still, Jungkook’s genuine disappointment with you felt more personal than just a guy being turned down from getting laid. And it was driving you insane, making you question your decision more and more. A torturing feeling that there was some missing part to this whole story that you couldn’t get hold of.
You desperately needed to discuss it with someone; your members never found out about what happened that day, and you weren’t ready to reveal his true nature to more people. 
Fortunately, during New Year’s week off, your schedule matched with Harin’s and you decided to invite her to your dorm, making it easier to discuss everything without filtering your conversations. 
“How were your holidays, tell me all about it,” you ask, as you both sit on the floor in your room, a bunch of food and snacks presented in front of you that you barely managed to save from your younger members’ eyes. 
“Well…” Harin starts grinning happily, making you excited for the upcoming story. “Guess who actually got to kiss someone special on Midnight.”
Your eyes widen, finally, some good news to talk about! 
“Girl, good for you!” You nudge your friend teasingly. “But with whom?” 
“Seojun from XTQ1,” she squeals from excitement and you try to seem delighted to match her energy. That name doesn’t ring a bell, and you’re not sure if you have ever heard about that group either. 
“I mean, who would have thought, right?” She continues to introduce you to her love story and you were truly happy for Harin.“Only a week before that I embarrassingly tried to hit on the one and only Jeon Jungkook,” Harin chuckles as if not believing that she actually did that. 
Her little remark doesn’t catch you immediately. And when the meaning of her words finally hits you, your heart sinks to your stomach. “Wait, what?” You almost whisper, eyes reverted on your friend. 
“But everything happens for a reason, see? Seojun is such a nice guy, I’m so lucky,” Harin is quick to appease you. 
“No-no, what you said about Jungkook,” you look at her carefully, scared to hear the truth. “You said he was trying to get to hit on you. What happened to that story?”
“Oh, about that…”Harin’sbody tensed immediately at your question. You see her contemplating in her head, as she presses her lips together. “Sorry, I don’t know why I decided to blatantly lie…” She finally gives in and you're left petrified. This is exactly what’s been troubling you since meeting Jungkook in person. “I guess, my ego got bruised by his rejection so badly that I wanted to put him in a bad light,” a nervous laugh escapes her mouth.
“Harin! But how could you?” You almost scream, looking at your friend bug-eyed. “It’s not just bad-mouthing, you made it sound like it was the absolute truth…it could have caused a lot of trouble if you said that to someone else!”
“I mean, I still wasn’t that careless, right?” She forces a laugh while met with disbelief plastered on your face. “I ranted to you out of all people, because I knew you are not the one to gossip around and you are only friends with me,” she says proudly as if that makes this whole situation better. “My delusional nonsense is always safe with you,” still no hint of remorse in her voice.
Somehow, Harin finds this situation awfully funny and it only makes you even more furious. How could she be so reckless with her words? 
“Oh, come on! Don’t be so angry with me,” your friend pleads, growing impatient with the sudden mood change of your conversation that was threatening to ruin your sleepover. “No one would even believe me, everyone knows these dudes are crazy careful, and wouldn’t approach anyone even at gunpoint to not cause even a little rumor.”
Her words cut you, a wave of guilt and shame taking over you. There’s a prick of betrayal as you realize how easily you trusted your only friend in this industry. And it scares you how naturally she lied to you and how facilely you’ve let that lie take over you and hurt Jungkook’s feelings. Now his reaction was making sense to you. And it breaks your heart to know that it was your reaction to his genuine attempt to get to know you. 
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Jungkook was no stranger to ridiculous rumors and false accusations; both he and his group members have faced that since their careers started taking off. But then you, the person who he was approaching with nothing but sincerity, blamed him for things that he never did, and his heart broke a little. Your disappointment and frustration with him were his last straw. Again, he didn’t know exactly what he was expecting from that meeting with you. Maybe just a nice conversation that could have led to a good friendship and then, maybe, to something more. 
His personal life was almost non-existent at this point. Not only for the sake of maintaining this whole clean and noble reputation. Jungkook was not very fond of one-night stands and was a hopeless romantic, waiting for his one true love. Maybe it was childish but no one could keep him from believing in that. But his relationships could never withstand the crashing waves of his insanely busy schedule and lifestyle. Not something that he could hold against his ex-girlfriends, no matter how many times anyone claimed with their whole chest to be understanding and assuring him that they knew what they were getting into, no one could be prepared for this. He understands that. 
It’s a little bit embarrassing for him to admit to himself that he might have had some hopes for you. He felt like you two could have clicked and understood each other like no one else. Maybe he just fell victim to some idea of you and now he was just feeling the same disappointment as you’ve felt when discovering the stupid rumors about him? 
What’s even worse, Jungkook got reminded, once again, that people liked talking behind his back for no reason, villainizing him at any given chance. After a week, he forced himself to go back to listening to your music. It was still reminding him about sorrowful wasted chances, but he learned to brush it off. After all, it was neither his nor your fault. You didn’t know him personally and weren’t obliged to blindly trust him. 
Just when Jungkook feels like the wound doesn’t hurt him anymore, he receives a strange notice from his manager which invokes a sudden fluttering in his stomach. 
“Her company suggested for you two to film a short collab video with their dance,” his manager stated leaving Jungkook in pure shock. “It was ridiculous how bold they were to even propose this, but then we thought it might be beneficial for everyone. Of course, you don’t need this but Bunnies are super trendy in Korea right now, so it won’t hurt you and your group in general for sure.”
“No, I’m not interested,” Jungkook is quick to answer. He knows this must be your company’s idea, desperately trying to monetize on our innocent statement regarding your ‘crush’ on him. He will spare you with his presence. 
“Right,” his manager nods understandingly. “I actually declined the offer the first time, but the second time their group’s leader, ____, got on the phone herself, convincing me to give her a chance,” the manager shakes his head, remembering your desperate attempt. 
Jungkook freezes at the last words, not believing. And trying his best to not give away his sudden rush of excitement, he’s quick to add. “I think you are right, it won’t hurt me,” and he actually means it. Whatever is the reason behind your unexpected desire to meet with him, it surely can’t make things worse at this point. “Schedule a meeting at my practice room.”
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You fidget on your seat while waiting for Jungkook in the practice room at Hybe’s building. Getting here made a lot of fuss, and your managers did a lot of work to get you permission to enter the building as a guest. You were almost sorry to them adding all that stress to their already heavy workload. But you didn’t see any other way for you to apologize to Jungkook. You were determined to do that in person and this excuse of filming a video seemed handy right now. Maybe he will bring an operator or a manager, it would still give you a chance to stay alone with him for some time. 
The sound of the door being closed brings you out of your thoughts and you flinch at your seat. Jungkook was standing still at the door, reminding you of your first unfortunate encounter with him. It’s fine, you think to yourself. You will do your best to apologize to him. 
You get up from your seat, nervously standing. “Hi,” you raise your hand to wave at him. “Thank you for not turning down this meeting.”
You see him scoff, lips pressed together. He’s hesitant. “I’m just slightly intrigued. Why would you want to meet up with someone like me, again?” He quirked an eyebrow at you. 
“Jungkook, I’m very sorry,” you plead, pulling the palms of your hands together. “I shouldn’t have said such stupid things to you. If I could, I’d take that back.” 
You didn’t want to mention Harin as it still was your own choice to not only believe those rumors but also accuse Jungkook of them while meeting him for the very first time. But as you watch him fold his arms across his wide chest, you start contemplating. Maybe it was still worth mentioning…
“It doesn’t make things any better but, just so you know, I’ve heard that from a very close friend, I just couldn’t imagine that she would straight up lie to me,” you blurted hoping to see any change in him. 
But he only sneers at you, nibbling at his lower lip. “Well, maybe it was all true, then what?” 
You are startled by his question but still, make a step towards him. “I know none of that is true, I’m sorry,” you try to emphasize each of your words. 
“What if some of it was true?” Jungkook makes several steps forward, reducing the distance between you two drastically.
“What do you mean? I know it’s not,” puzzled with his determination to prove you wrong, you search for his eyes. His gaze now has darkened, doe eyes filled with blazing anticipation. 
“What if I told you that your stupid and untrustworthy friend was right about one thing?” He steps forward again, your bodies suddenly at a dangerously short distance from each other. 
You sigh feeling the overflowing warmth of his body. What was he doing now? Is this some wicked way of trying to scare you off? You try to retreat, taking a step back but you almost tumble on the sofa behind you but Jungkook quickly catches you, grabbing your forearms. 
You feel the heat rushing to your cheeks, hating that it must be so obvious to him how nervous you’re. And well, almost falling on the couch (that you were very well aware of) is probably not making you look confident either. 
“Are you scared now?” He smirks, hands still on your arms even though you’re not planning to fall anymore 
“Stop asking so many questions,” you snap at him to your own surprise. “I came to apologize but now you decide to live up to my stupid accusation? This is ridiculous.” 
“Oh, look how brave you are now,” he dramatically sighs in amusement. “But I said there was one truth to your claims. Can you guess it?” He leans down to you, making it impossible for you to escape his warmth. 
“No,” you say blinking up at him, head not thinking straight anymore. “I have no idea what you’re insinuating,” you say honestly. Of course, there’s a stupid hope growing inside of you that he’s interested in you but you try to not let it get to your head. Jeon Jungkook is interested in you? It even sounds ridiculous. 
“You were right. I wanted to get to know you because I liked you,” the sharpness of his gaze cuts through the electricity filling the room. You raise your eyebrows, unable to look away from him. “Does that scare you?” His honey-laced voice is like music to your ears, how could you resist?
“No,” you are startled by the firmness in your own voice. He's taken aback by your response just as much as you are, searching for a hint of doubt in your eyes. And you know that there’s none when you feel his thumb caressing your arm; a simple gesture to which you feel your stomach tightening. 
“Really?” He raises an eyebrow at you, but you know he doesn’t need an answer anymore. “Is that because now you know that it all was only for you?” He leans closer to your face, his warm breath brushing your skin making you crave more. “That I only got my eyes on you?” He looks at you one more time, a smug grin plastered on his enthralling lips. 
You nod, biting on your lower lip, having no idea where this whole situation is leading to. “Yes.” 
Jungkook’s lips finally meet the skin of your jaw, and you let out a sigh from this long-awaited closeness. His hands fall on your hips while his lips leave a trail of kisses from your jaw to your neck. You lean your head back trying to give him more space at which he chuckles satisfied. “Good girl,” his whisper hits your neck and you feel warmth flooding your body. Your hands slide around his neck, pulling him closer as you desperately need more of him. 
Jungkook doesn’t need to be asked twice and he buries his face in your neck, leaving wet kisses making you close your eyes in pleasure. 
“Jungkook, please,” you whimper, needing to finally feel him on your lips. “Kiss me,” you beg him.
Your eyes shut open when you’re hit with coldness after his lips leave your neck. But then you are met with Jungkook’s eyes, looking at you in anticipation. You can see he’s needy just like you, licking his lower lip. 
“Come here,” he rasps and you finally feel his breath hitting your lips while his fingers dig deeper into your hips. 
You never even dared to imagine what it would be like to kiss Jungkook, but when his lips meet yours you feel an unknown sensational feeling filling every inch of your body. How is he so good? You let out a quiet moan as his soft tongue pokes out, desperately entering your mouth. 
Kissing Jungkook felt natural, so perfect, you weren’t sure you could ever get enough of that. He was taking his time exploring you, attentive to every response of your body to his actions. 
You brush your hand through his silky hair, pulling him even closer to you, needing to dive deeper into the kiss. Jungkook groans into your mouth, feeling your confident touches on him. His hands start traveling up from your hips, discovering every curve of your body. You arch your back towards his touches, hands on his chest. 
Your body tenses as you feel him beckoning you to the couch behind you, still not breaking the kiss. You are both nervous and thrilled at this. Are you really doing this with Jungkook at his workplace? You must be out of your mind, for sure. But it was hard to be your usual restrained self around Jungkook. 
When he carefully places you on the sofa, you almost whimper in despair as he breaks the kiss to stand up. But then you see him teasingly smile at you as he reaches for your shorts, sliding them down your legs, every touch of his hands with your body sends shivers down your spine. You start feeling an unbearable pulsation between your legs when Jungkook, hovering above you, studies every part of your body that’s exposed to him now. His hungry gaze traveled up and down, teeth biting down on his lips. 
He reaches for the hem of your shirt, determined to get rid of it as well. But you put your hand over his, stopping him. You’re frustrated with that as much as he is, but it’s probably the last remnant of consciousness kicking in now. 
“Next time?” He arches an eyebrow at you. Is there gonna be  next time? But you just nod, questions later. 
Jungkook seems content with the deal as his hand immediately trails down, leaving his attempt to take off your shirt. Finally, he dives back to you, your lips meeting again, in a more passionate and needy kiss, mouths melting together. When Jungkook places himself between your legs, you feel the weight of his body perfectly pressed against yours. 
“I want to feel you, Jungkook,” he catches the moan escaping your lips. You frown, angry at the clothes separating you from feeling the warmth of his skin fully. But not here, next time, you remind yourself. 
“Oh, don’t worry about that, baby,” he grants you a mischievous smile. And then his hand slides down, reaching your wetness. Jungkook’s gaze fixed on you, enjoying how your eyelids flutter closed. 
You feel Jungkook’s body shudder as he dips his fingers inside of you and you squeeze your eyes shut, groaning. “So wet, and it’s all for me, baby?” 
“Yes, for you, Jungkook,” you whine as he goes back to your neck, leaving there wet kisses as he continues to slide his fingers inside you all the way in and back out a few times, taking his time with his long strokes. You hear his raspy growl as he’s getting used to how tight and soft your pussy is.
You arch your back, rolling your hips towards him, trying to meet him and get deeper and deeper. Jungkook moves his fingers up, rubbing your clit. 
“Jungkook, I can’t,” you let out a whimper, wanting more of him, spreading your legs wider for him. 
“Oh, baby, but you can, you are perfectly made for this,” his low voice makes you shiver around his fingers. Jungkook doesn’t intend to slow down, as his fingers continue to pump you in a deep and steady pace, coming out only to swirl around your clit. 
“I want to feel you, please,” you pant lustfully. Since when you were so brave?  
You don’t expect Jungkook to obey your words immediately, but this time he doesn’t make you suffer any longer. You watch as he rises up, reaching for the backpack right next to the sofa, fumbling in the pocket. He starts to grow impatient as he can’t seemingly find what he’s looking for, which also kills you. And then he finally pulls out a condom, tearing it open with his teeth. You watch him in awe, turned on by his eagerness. 
He lowers his sweatpants and you heavily sigh as he pulls out his big and hard cock. Your heart pounders against your chest as you watch him roll the condom on. Jungkook breathes hard, and you feel his body finally back on yours. He pushes aside your panties, rubbing his tip against you and you throw your head back, not sure how you’ll be able to wait any longer for him. Your pussy throbbing as he reaches for your lips again in a kiss, only to break it again a moment later, to watch your face when he places his cock between your legs. 
He slowly enters you, watching how you let out a moan. He’s thrusting his hips steadily, and you stretch around him. Jungkook sinks deeper into you, twisting his arm around your waist. You feel your nipples harden against the fabric of your bra and curse to yourself again for not taking it off earlier. 
Jungkook frowns as he buries himself deeper and deeper into you. “Fuck, ____,” he mumbles to your ears and you spread your legs wider, letting him pull out his full length and thrust back in, stretching you. 
You gasp at the feeling of his cock filling you, rolling your hips towards him each time, craving for more and more. “Jungkook, it’s so good,” you lick his neck, trailing it with kisses while your body shivers under him. 
Jungkook starts fastening his pace and you close your eyes shut, sliding your hands down his thighs, gripping his ass, and pressing him even closer to you as he thrusts harder and rougher now. 
You feel his hand behind your back, cupping your ass to nestle in his dick deeper, you hear him panting as he quickens his thrusts, and lewd noises shamelessly filling the practice room. His cock nudges you deep inside and you cry out, pussy clenching around Jungkook as you break loose. 
“Oh, God, Jungkook!” You throw your head back, pulling Jungkook into a deep, passionate kiss as he continues to fuck you faster. 
Jungkook watches how you drown in pleasure, your body trembling under him. He pushes in and out one more time and you see how he shuts his eyes, groaning in your mouth as he stops, body shuddering. He relaxes on top of you, as you trail your hands up and down his back, both of you heavy breathing. 
You lay like that for some time more, both of you adamant to let go of each other. Why would you ever want to leave his arms when it felt so right, so perfect to be cuddled with each other? 
Jungkook places small kisses on your face and you let out jolly giggles and then reality hits you. You froze, eyes glaring at him horrified. “ What if someone heard us? Fuck, I totally forgot about that!”
You pushed him from yourself, forcing him to stand up. Jungkook watches you hurriedly put on your shorts, brushing your hair while looking at the mirror, hoping to make yourself presentable again. He drawly pulls back his sweatpants. “Come on, it’s a practice room. It has some soundproof thing to it, don’t worry.”
“Gosh, Jungkook, we didn’t even bother to put on some music,” you sigh desperately, grabbing your head, thinking back to everything that happened. 
“Well, we obviously had more important things to worry about, right?” Jungkook smirks, approaching from behind, giving you a back hug, hands firmly on your waist. 
You look at both of your reflections in the mirror and almost gasp. Who would have thought that you would end up like this? 
You have no time to rack your brain on that any longer as you hear loud raps on the door. You look back at both of you, to make sure you both look decent. Well, your hair is a mess, your cheeks are blazing red, and Jungkook is not any better. 
You stare in panic at Jungkook but he just smiles, calmly opening the door and letting in the intruder. Well, at least, it seems like the door was locked, you think to yourself as your blood runs cold realizing that you didn’t even worry about shutting the door before getting on the couch with Jungkook. 
“Are you done with the dancing video?” A man enters the room and you recognize his voice. You talked with him on the phone, begging him to let you come here. 
“Yes!” You scream, surprising both Jungkook and his manager. “I believe we are done,” you say calmly, lowering your voice. 
“Are you sure you've finished?” Jungkook looks at you innocently, and you feel your cheeks burning red again. “I’m sure we can still make better takes, don’t you think so, ____ ?” 
Oh, right. The dancing video, the reason why you came here in the first place. You almost forgot about your excuse. You breathe out in relief but then met with Jungkook’s hazed eyes and a cocky grin, you realize his question isn’t so innocent after all. 
“Yeah, you’re right. We can definitely do some more takes.”
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your wife | yoonseok + you
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summary: your husband want to try something new and yoongi didn't mind to help.
pairing: min yoongi x f! reader x jung hoseok
warnings: eighteen+ content, porn with plot, dark, fingering, threesome, (m) masterbating, slight degradation, undertones of manipulation.
author note: it's not proof read and the grammar is not great nether ಥ⁠_⁠ಥ i wrote it when I was simping over sope and thought i should publish it . Btw we have a little bit of sub yoongi here.
i do not give anyone permission to translate or repost my work, please be respectful - if you enjoyed please comment or reblog!
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yoongi is disgusted with his behavior.
he hates that every interaction with you, his best friend’s wife, results in his cock straining against the fabric of his pants. all alone in his bedroom, he slips his hand underneath his boxers to do everything he can to relieve himself, and he whimpers pathetically from the slightest contact.
the walls of his shared apartment with Hoseok are way too thin.
he can hear your muffled moans, the sound of your whines feeding his heated state as he pumps even faster.
when he closes his eyes he thinks about how Hoseok fucks you, pictures how pliable you look underneath his large frame, and tries to imagine the squelching sound your pussy makes as Hoseok pounds into your cunt. 
he cums all over himself, sinking his teeth into his pillowcase as a single tear trickles down his blushing face. 
he swears he’s going to stop, that he would finally get a grip on these urges but he’s caught in a vicious circle.
it’s a dirty little secret he conceals - but the guilt wraps around his neck like a noose whenever you or hobi smile in his direction.
you love how much you’ve integrated yourself into Hoseok’s life, especially when it came to his cherished friendship with yoongi.
he always spoke so fondly of yoongi - and sometimes you wonder just how close they were before you were married to Hoseok.
you only recently began noticing a slight shift in Yoongi’s behavior.
you tried not to dwell on it at first and merely assumed that he was just going through something but one night, when you snuck away from Hoseok’s bed to use the bathroom, you approached the door and noticed a strip of light peeking out from underneath the frame.
you could hear low grunts coming from the other side, and your stomach coiled because you immediately picked up on what was happening. yoongi was moaning softly to himself, cursing under his breath until your name left him like a broken plea.
you quickly turned on your heel, marching straight back to your husband’s bedroom in utter shock. hook laughs when you tell him the story.
you were anxious and worried, but your boyfriend merely chuckled to himself with indifference. 
“poor guy. he hates being alone. he must be getting frustrated, and it looks like he isn’t getting any action,” he explained with genuine sympathy, before proceeding to point out that he was the only reason why yoongi managed to get laid in the first place. 
“I've been neglecting my duties since we got serious,” he pointed out with a shrug. you were surprised that he wasn’t more alarmed about the situation, but Hoseok reassures you that yoongi wouldn’t cross any lines.
at this point, you wanted to satisfy your curiosities and you boldly asked Hoseok if he’s ever helped out yoongi when he was this desperate. 
“it’s happened a few times,” your husband honestly replies, “But Hyung and I know it doesn’t mean anything...” 
the heavy silence is only broken when you shock Hoseok with a suggestion, by stating that maybe the two of you can assist yoongi in his current predicament.
your pretty hobi’s eyes glimmer with excitement and he can’t help but think what this could mean for the three of you in the future. 
“Is this better, yoongi?” hobi murmurs, his thumb tracing over Yoongi’s throat as he looks down at him. 
he’s standing next to the edge of the bed, while yoongi ays out flat across the mattress. his best friend nods his head, panting heavily as his slender fingers press into the meat of your thighs. he’s watching you grind your hips back and forth with hooded eyes.
his abdominals sink when you drag your nails across his torso, and you can’t help but smile over how pretty he looks melting beneath you.
“fuck, she f-feels...she feels amazing...ugh, you’re so perfect...” he cries, choking out a sob as you slowly raise your hips before dropping your weight back down over his length. 
hoseok raises his brow with approval and tucks his bottom lip between his teeth as he eyes you hungrily before flashing you a tender smile.
“she is...” 
his fingers curl underneath Yoongi’s minty locks, and he lightly massages his scalp.
“you act like such a needy brat when you don’t get what you want...” he huffs, bringing the tip of his leaky cock against Yoongi’s lips.
“now be a good boy and show me how thankful you are.”
fuck this is gonna be intense. 
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sydsaint · 4 months
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Daddy's Home!!!!!!
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Summary: Things are looking bleak for the reader when she's facing The Bloodline alone. Luckily for her, a certain someone is about to make a comeback. And he's looking for allies against The Bloodline.
Another week on Raw and another week struggling to keep afloat with The Bloodline constantly trying to force you into their group.
"Bayley wait! Come on, don't leave me out here!" You plead with your opponent who's just pulled a win from out under you.
"Sorry, Y/N." Bayley shrugs as she passes you. "But I'm not getting involved in this." She purses her lips into a line and walks off.
You pull yourself off the mat, body shaking from being overexerted in your match. You huff out quick breaths and struggle to your feet, knowing that Jimmy and Solo will soon show up.
Sure enough, Jimmy's music hits and he descends the ramp with Solo at his side. You make it to your feet but have to force yourself to stop and catch your breath.
"Y/N! Tough loss, baby." Jimmy hops onto the apron cooing at you. "See, this is why you need us! We can make sure you ain't ever lose again." He insists as he passes through the ropes.
"How many times do I have to tell you no?" You growl, still leaning on the ring ropes for support.
Jimmy makes his way across the ring toward you while Solo comes around to stand on the floor below you. You're trapped once again. 
"Simple, shorty. Until you decide to join us, we always gonna be here for you." Jimmy explains with a grin. "It's up to you how long this goes on for." 
You groan and prepare for another tiring 10-minute argument. Your body aches from your match with Bayley and finally giving in crosses your mind for a split second. Working for Roman can't be that bad right? 
Just when you're about to maybe give in and agree to Roman's terms, Randy Orton's music blasts through the arena speakers. You knew that Orton made a comeback over the weekend. But why the in hell he's out here now, you don't know. 
Jimmy turns around sharply as Randy makes a B-line for the ring. Randy disposes of Jimmy with ease and sends him packing. Solo retreats for the moment and joins Jimmy at the top of the ramp. 
"Hey, you alright?" Randy walks over to you once Jimmy and Solo are gone. 
"Yeah, thanks." You nod, slowly regaining your strength. "Sorry, do you mind parting the ring ropes for me? My knees are killing me." You ask sheepishly.
Randy nods and parts the ring ropes for you. You carefully slip through them and head down the stairs and up the ramp. Randy hops down from the apron and walks backstage with you. 
"So, what are Jimmy and Solo so interested in you for?" Randy casually asks as you walk with him. "Old boyfriend or something?" 
"No, nothing like that." You sneer at the idea. "Roman wants someone female to join his idiotic little group. And apparently, I'm his prime candidate." You explain. 
Randy nods and directs you over to where a couple of trainers are waiting to check you out. "Right. And I'm assuming that you don't want anything to do with them?" He asks you. 
"Not in the slightest." You shake your head. "Why?" You turn to him curiously. 
Randy shrugs and steps back a bit so the trainers can get to your side. "We can talk more about it later. You should go ahead and get looked at." He gestures to the trainers. "How about we meet up after the show?" He suggests. 
"Yeah, okay." You nod. "I'll meet up with you backstage later." 
Randy nods and walks off so you are alone with the trainers. They look you over and determine that you tweaked your knee during your match with Bayley. But other than that and some general fatigue, you're in perfect health. You head back to your locker room for a quick rinse and change. 
When you get back to your locker room Shotzi is there waiting for you. 
"Hey, Shotzi." You greet your odd friend as you come through the door. 
"Y/N! I am so sorry I didn't come out to help you!" Shotzi jumps up and attacks you in a hug. "I was in a photoshoot and didn't find out until like 5 minutes ago." She explains. 
You smile and hug her back tightly before pushing her off you. "It's alright, Shotzi." You assure her. "I actually got some help from someone else." A small grin plays on your face. 
"I know!" Shotzi squeals. "Randy Orton helping you out with Jimmy and Solo? What was that all about?" She teases you. 
"I have no clue." You shrug. "But he asked to meet up with me after the show." You add. "Which is why I so need to shower." 
Shotzi's mouth hangs open as she's being her usual over-the-top self. "Oh my gosh! Y/N, girl. What is with you and attracting all the dllfs around here?" She asks you. "I mean, Roman? Then I so saw LA Knight checking you out at the airport earlier today. And now, Randy Orton?" 
"I have no idea." You shrug. "Maybe I'm just that irresistible." You joke with a laugh before disappearing to shower.    You have a quick shower and find Shotzi gone when you come back out to the locker room. Assuming that she had something else to do and you'll see her again at the hotel later, you get changed and head out. 
You barely make it to the backstage area when you spot Randy hanging out waiting for you. Slinging your back over your shoulder, you make your way over to him. 
"Hey, Randy." You wave to Orton nervously. 
"Y/N, hey. Thanks for meeting me." Randy waves back at you. "How are you? Everything goes alright with the trainers?" He asks you. 
You nod and blush over the fact that Orton is taking an interest in your well-being. "Yeah, just a tweaked knee is all." You assure him. "So, what did you want to talk about?" You ask him. 
"It's about The Bloodline." Randy briefly explains. "I'm sure you probably know that it was them who put me out for so long?" He asks you. 
"Yeah, I remember." You nod. "It was brutal, man." 
Randy's jaw twitches at the memory and he nods. "Well, I'm back now. And It's time that I took some revenge." He explains in a stern tone. "And I'd like your help. If you're willing." He adds. 
"You want my help?" You point to yourself in surprise. "Why me?" You can't help but ask. 
Randy shrugs again, his gaze falling on you rather than darting randomly around the room like it has been. "You've already got a problem with them." He reminds you. "Plus I've seen you in the ring before. You're one hell of a competitor. Which is probably why Roman is so adamant about recruiting you." He adds. 
"Thanks." You bite the inside of your lip. 
"I'm going to need backup if I'm going to do this," Randy explains further. "And you seemed like the best choice. So, what do you think, Y/N? You in?" He asks you. 
You remain silent for a moment and mull over your options. You can almost hear Shotzi screaming at you to take the offer. And frankly, you'd be delusional to turn it down. 
"Yeah, I'm in." You take a deep breath for giving Randy an answer. 
Randy nods and retrieves his phone from his pocket. You watch him unlock it before handing it to you. "Great. Put your number in there and we'll talk more later." He explains. "Right now I've got some work stuff to do. But we'll catch up soon, alright?"
"Yeah, alright." You nod and put your number into Randy's phone. 
Randy takes his phone back and walks off. You remain in place and try to process everything that's just happened to you. One thing you do know for sure though. Shotzi is going to FREAK when you tell her. 
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leviathans-watching · 2 years
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I hope you plan on adding the dateables to the "kissing the prettiest person in the room" thing! \ (•o•) /
"kiss the prettiest person in the room" with the dateables
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includes: the dateables x gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)
wc: 1.2k | rated t | m.list | pt 1 | pt 2 | pt 4
a/n: the long-awaited series finale!! thank you for requesting and i hope you enjoy!! my inbox is open to chat, req, or leave feedback, so come say hi!!
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diavolo is holding another sleepover, and you’re all crammed into one of his living rooms, sitting in a rough circle, with some on the couches, some in chairs, and some on the floor
you’re on one of the smaller couches, sharing it with solomon and when the sorcerer gets this glint in his eyes you know he had something up his sleeve
“let’s play truth or dare,” he suggests, and though you suspect the game will devolve into chaos, many of the brothers are quickly on board
the game goes a few rounds before solomon calls on you. “mc, truth or dare?”
you balk; the dare will no doubt be something intense and possibly humiliating, but choosing truth would probably be much worse. “dare,” you say, as confidently as you can
solomon grins wickedly. “kiss the prettiest person in this room.”
you gape at him even as various protests are raised around the room.
“no, mc does it or gets punished for chickening out,” solomon insists, and you recall the punishment, which is to buy a dinner next time you’re all out, something your poor wallet really can’t handle.
“i’ll do it,” you say, and a hush falls over the room as they all wait for you to pick.
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diavolo has never played a game like this before, so he hadn’t even known such a dare was allowed! he watches you closely to make sure you seem okay with it- he really wouldn’t mind paying for the meal for you if you do decide to back out, but you seem intent on accepting.
around him, everyone stiffens in anticipation, and diavolo can’t help but be on edge too, wondering who you’ll pick. lucifer, of course, is a top contender, as is mammon, but you seem to pass over them, slowly looking around the room in his direction.
you finally make eye contact with him and he perks up, giving you a grin. would this be his chance to kiss you? he’s liked you for a long time, but has never initiated anything due to the power imbalance. but if you were the one initiating…
you stand, walking over to him.
“lord diavolo,” you say, extending a hand, “may i kiss you?”
despite himself, diavolo can feel his cheeks flushing, heat going from the tips of his ears down to his neck. he’s nervous- and excited. “you may,” he answers, hoping his voice doesn’t betray his sudden nerves. you help him stand, then lean forward.
diavolo’s eyes fall shut, and he waits, blood rushing and heart pounding. he can’t help but flinch slightly when you finally do kiss him, but before you can move away, he wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer. you pull back some time later, eyes bright, and diavolo can’t help but wear what is, undoubtedly, a dopey smile.
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barbatos has never wished so intently to know the future as he does now. but alas, he needs diavolo’s permission, something he doesn’t have.
he knows you won’t pick him- he’s long resigned himself to being a side character in your life, moral support for when you have an issue with one of the actual main characters. and he’s okay with it. serving diavolo, baking with luke, being your friend… it’s more than enough for him.
it’s more than enough for him, so why are you approaching him, looking nervous yet determined?
“the dare was to kiss the prettiest person in the room,” you say sheepishly, stopping a fair distance away from him, gaze pinned to his, “but if you’re uncomfortable i suppose i could pick the second prettiest.” your eyes dart back to solomon, who looks supremely pleased with himself.
barbatos realizes then that no one actually expects him to accept. in his eyes, he’s not a threat, not even in the slightest. maybe he should remind them that he too is capable of going after your heart.
“no, no,” he says smoothly, reaching out and pulling you closer to him. “it’s just a dare, isn’t it?”
“yes,” you say, biting your lip. you take a deep breath then lean down to him, pressing your lips to his. he wraps his arms around you, relishing the small shudder of surprise you let out, making sure to give you a kiss you’ll never forget.
you pull away from him, dazed, and barbatos can’t help but lick his lips, satisfied with the glares he’s receiving from the rest of the group. you’d picked him, so they were powerless to actually get mad at him.
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simeon watches how solomon grins, sure he’s got you beat. he’d confided to simeon earlier how his plan was to get you to chicken out, and while simeon hadn’t really cared about it before, he now can’t help but feel like the dare’s a little much.
but you accept, leaving everyone stunned. and waiting.
simeon knows there’s a high possibility that you’ll pick him. he’s a safe choice, for one, and angels are inherently beautiful, but whatever your reasons are, he’ll gladly accept you if you do choose him.
and it looks like you’re going to, if the way that you’re glancing at him is any indication. “simeon,” you call, “can i kiss you?”
“by all means,” he says, and you stand, walking past solomon, who’s still gaping, to him. he stands to meet you, giving you a warm smile. you smile back, looking to all the world as if you were completely at ease.
the kiss is short and impersonal, but you seem to enjoy it regardless, and simeon wonders if he can get you to redo it some other time, when you both can show less restraint. you seem to know where his thoughts are, because you wink, before turning to solomon with a challenging grin, leaving him to flop back into his seat, trying to figure out how soon he can get you alone so you can redo the kiss for real.
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solomon doesn’t really think you’ll take him up on the offer, so when you do, it takes everything in him to hide his surprise. well, even if he didn’t get a free meal out of the dare, at least now he can watch you attempt to pick someone while all of the brothers try - and fail - to hide their need to be picked.
you look around, as if considering your options, and to his surprise, stay seated, giving him a good, thorough look.
“i’ll do it,” you repeat, smiling almost smugly, “but will you?”
“me?” solomon echoes, amused. “you think i’m the prettiest person in the room?”
“well, yeah,” you shrug. “so are you going to chicken out?”
his eyes narrow. “not a chance.” he scoots closer to you, intent on seeing this through to the end, and you reciprocate until the both of you are a few scant centimeters apart, thighs almost touching.
“pucker up, buttercup,” you say, and solomon does as he’s told. even though you’d shown no signs of backing down, it’s still a surprise when you actually kiss him, comandeering his lips in a way that no ones ever done before. you pull away just as he’s about to get over his shock and really kiss you back, and the look in your eyes says you know you’ve won.
“i’ll get you back for that,” solomon says threateningly, and you laugh, moving back away form him as if it were nothing.
“looking forward to it, pretty boy.”
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Hello again :3 I hope you gave calmed down from earlier if you know what I mean AHAHA😩 Anyway, this came to mind when I was drinking my choccy milk, but remember that one-shot where Mui gets jealous when the reader is around another Hashira? And how the Hashira that took care of the reader was Iguro? What if you make a one-shot on what actually happened while the reader was on the mission? That would be so cool considering how popular that other one got lol🤭 Take your time and take care if yourself :D
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Obanai tends to your injuries.
This is sort of a part two for the Muichiro Jealousy fic. I’ll link it here~
Muichiro gets jealous when another Hashira looks after you.
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The demon in front of you took a heavy slice out of your arm. Jumping back to get some space you prepared to use a breathing technique and go in for the final strike. Just as you took a breath, what appeared to be a giant snake crashed through, separating the demon's head from its body.
You didn't need to look twice to know it was Obanai the Serpent Hashira that attacked.
"Hi Iguro! I had that under control you know," You said teasingly.
"Hm- is that why you got injured?" He retorted.
You crossed your arms and let out an overdramatic puff of air at the Hashria's comeback.
"You better let me look at that," Obanai recommended.
"No need, it's just a scratch," You said, brushing off your injury. Obanai was not swayed in the slightest by your words. He pulled your arm from you and pushed up your sleeve to inspect your cut.
"It doesn't look that serious-" he concluded.
"See! I told you," you said childishly.
"I wasn't finished," he hissed out. "It's not serious, but you should let me wrap it so it doesn't get infected."
"Fine-" You said stubbornly, causing Obanai to let out a sigh.
"I can tell your Tokito's Tsuguko," He said, pulling out some wraps and carefully placing them around your injury.
"What does that mean?" You asked defensively.
"Your lack of tact," He chuckled.
"Mhm sure- pretend you don't like it," you said playfully as he finished tying off the wraps snuggly around your arm.
Obanai ignored your remark, putting away his supplies. "I'm headed to a Wisteria House, I have a long journey to go from there after some rest. It's best you come too before you make the journey back to Tokito's," he recommended after noticing how exhausted you were from your previous battle.
"Well who am I to argue with a Hashria's suggestion," you said as you inspected the wrap on your arm. "Thank you Iguro."
Obanai nodded in acknowledgment. "Always make sure to tie it snug enough to support the slowing of bleeding but not enough to cut off circulation, got it?"
"Understood," you said, playfully giving him a salute. Obanai rolled his eyes at you pretending to hate your quirkiness. Secretly, he admired your ability to remain playful given the harsh life of a demon slayer. Something about it made him feel as if he was living an atypical life, if only for a moment.
"Come on it's this way," He motioned for you to follow him.
It didn't take long for you both to arrive at the mansion. Obanai would never admit it but you did a decent job at keeping up with him. He was noticing your improvements already from the training Muichiro was giving you.
"Good to see you Mr. Iguro, oh and you brought a friend!" The head of the Wisteria House welcomed you both.
"Yes I have another corps member with me tonight," He explained.
"Well do come in, your usual room is ready, but I'll have to bring in some more accommodations," they explained, bowing their head and then leaving.
"You usually come here?" You asked Obanai.
"Yes, this house is in my designated area to patrol so I come through often."
It wasn't long before the head of the house showed you both to the room kept designated for passing through demon slayers. The room had two tatami beds on opposite ends of the room.
"I hope this will do for tonight, please let us know if you need anything," the head of the house said before bowing their head once more and leaving.
Obanai made his way to one of the beds and sat down. You made your way to the other and upon sitting down felt your eyes immediately begin to get heavy.
"I guess I didn't realize how tired I was," You said lying down on the bed yawning.
"Mhm- you're welcome," Obanai spoke sarcastically.
"Ah look at you being playful all of the sudden," You giggled.
"How is your arm?" He asked, ignoring your remark.
"I don't even feel it, you did a great job," You responded.
Obanai laid down upon deciding he didn't need to tend to your injury any further. Kaburamaru slithered off of his neck and seemed to inspect the room.
"How is Tokito?" He asked you while staring up at the ceiling.
You were only slightly taken aback by Obanai's question. Many lower ranks made him out to be some strict scary Hashira, but in every encounter you had with him he was caring and overprotective. Given that might be because you were higher up than most being a Tsuguko.
"He is great!" You said, too excited to talk about Muichiro. It had only been a few days but you missed him dearly already.
"And being his Tsuguko? How is that?" Obanai questioned further.
"Um-" You paused, unsure of how truthful to be with Obanai. Kaburamaru slithered his way over to you and peeked his head at you as if he was curious as well. You reached out your fingers and the snake gave them a gentle lick.
"You can tell me you know," Obanai encouraged you.
"Well, it was hard at first... I even thought he regretted taking me in for a time. It's so much different now though! Our relationship has really changed and he even smiles from time to time now," you giggled.
"I see, it seems you two have grown rather close," Obanai concluded. You blushed, unsure if you gave too much away about the nature of your relationship with Muichiro.
"How are you Iguro?" you asked. Obanai stayed silent for some time. Kaburamaru even turned to look at him.
"I'm fine." Was all the Hashira eventually said.
"Wow... that was super convincing," You joked. Obanai did not respond to your playfulness. Kaburamaru turned to you as if encouraging you to keep pressing the Hashira. "Well, I hope you're allowing yourself to be happy. You deserve it, you work so hard, Iguro."
Obanai didn't say anything yet again but turned his head to look at you as if to analyze any sarcasm in your tone. Instead, all he saw was genuine concern and well-wishes for him in your gaze.
"You don't need to waste those sentiments on me," Obanai retorted.
You scoffed, "Yeah yeah whatever. Just promise me to go easy on yourself and take breaks. If there's anything you enjoy at all make sure to take time to do it. You owe that to yourself. At the very least, do it because it makes you a more rested Hashria to fight even harder. You work so hard to protect people, don't act like you don't deserve to be happy." You said.
Obanai felt his eyes getting heavy during your lecture, half dosed he digested your words. The hands of his past holding him down seemed to be weaker today, as instead, he held on to your well-wishes and praises.
You turned to look over at the Hashria after some time had passed to see he had fallen asleep. You watched as he lightly breathed in his sleep and felt a giggle escape your lips.
As threatening as Obanai was awake, he looked just like any young man when asleep.
Morning seemed to come too quickly and you were shocked by the sight of Kaburamaru curled up on your pillow next to you.
Obanai was just awakening himself, he scanned the room for Kaburamaru and also seemed to be shocked to see him next to you. However, he made no comment about it.
"Ready?" He asked. You nodded sleepily and followed him out of the house.
"Well this is where we split ways, have a safe journey back to Tokito," He said.
"Thank you, and you stay safe too!" You said smiling at the Hashira.
Obanai nodded," If you and Tokito ever need anything don't be afraid to send me a crow," He stated, about to head out but you surprised the Hashria by wrapping your arms around him.
Obanai stayed limp, not responding to your sudden affection.
"People say you're so intimidating, but you're actually a big softie, you know that?" You said giggling into the Hashira's chest.
Obanai reluctantly placed his arms around you for only a split second. You let the Hashira go amused by his uncomfortableness.
He didn't say another word but nodded then vanished.
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Thank you for requesting this! It was fun to come up with what happened in the mission~ I hope you enjoyed it!… and yes I’ve calmed down hehe
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Being best friends with jennifer check and one day she suggests you practice kissing on each other "just for fun" until you slowly realize you're falling in love 💓💓
this is the kind of Jen content we need more of honestly 💖
Practice Makes Perfect (Jennifer Check x reader)
Warnings: (almost) friends to lovers, kissing (duh), swearing/salty language, slightly suggestive, could be seen as coersion as reader isn't entirely sure to kissing at first
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Jennifer had invited you over to her house for what was supposed to be a study session, but it ended up being more of a hang out than anything else. The two of you were lounging on her bed, Ayesha Erotica playing faintly on her MP3 player in the background.
You were just about to ask if she could change the music to something less vulgar when she dropped a major bomb on you.
"We should kiss," she suggested in a way that was much too casual for your liking as she filed her pristine nails, not even bothering to look up. "You know, for practice. In case either of us meets someone and we need to know how."
You choked on the soda you were drinking, which led to a good two or three minute coughing fit before you were finally able to respond. "What?" You asked incredulously, a look of shock evident on your face.
"I said," she began with an eye roll, speaking slow and condescendingly. "We. Should. Kiss. What's the matter, scared you might like it?" She taunted with a smirk.
You scoffed at her question as if it was the most ridiculous thing in the world. Truth be told, you were a little afraid of liking it, but more than that you were worried about her making fun of you for being inexperienced.
"No, that's not it. I just- I wouldn't want to ruin your lipgloss, is all." A lame excuse, even by your standards, and one that she could surely see through, but it was better than nothing.
It was now her turn to scoff at you. "Oh, please. Don't be such a pussy." She moved over to where you were sitting on the bed, reaching her arms out to wrap around your neck before you could stop her.
"Wha- you-" You tried to speak, but your words got caught in your throat. It didn't help that the close proximity was making it damn near impossible for you to think straight.
"Are you telling me that you don't want to kiss me at all? Not even in the slightest?" She asked in a tone full of false offense and hurt, sticking her bottom lip out as she pouted at you.
"N- No, that's not- that's not what I'm saying, Jen..." your voice trailed off as she leaned in close, the scent of her perfume filling your nostrils.
"Then kiss me." She said in an uncharacteristically soft tone, doing her best to look as innocent as possible. "Please?"
Your resolve weakened and you finally nodded your head before closing the distance between you and pressing your lips to hers. She tasted like her strawberry lipgloss and felt like a dream come true.
She pulled you down on top of her on the bed as you kissed, but you barely noticed. Until you heard her let out a soft moan, that is.
You quickly shot back up, feeling your face grow warm as you realized what just happened. Jennifer merely giggled as she looked up at you from where she was still laying down, her legs spread slightly.
"Oh, come on. Don't leave me hanging," she teased as you shuffled away from her, going to sit on the opposite end of the bed. She sat up and slowly crawled over to you, smirking before giving you another kiss.
"We should do this more often," she murmured suggestively, her lips still close to yours. "After all, practice makes perfect."
You didn't say anything in response, instead choosing just to kiss her again. After all, what do you say to your best friend when you realize you might be falling in love with her after one stupid kiss?
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Laughing while kissing for the soft prompt pretty please my love 💖
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Shut Up and Kiss Me
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Buck isn’t really sure how he and Eddie ended up here. Ok, maybe that’s not quite true.
The night had started just like every other time they hung out when it was just the two of them. Banter in the Diaz kitchen while they made popcorn, sipped their beers, and waited on the pizza to be delivered. Then it was time to choose the first movie. Yes, first, because they always watched at least two on nights like this, each of them picking one beforehand and deciding the order later. Buck had lobbied for a new action thriller, usually something Eddie didn’t complain about, but tonight Eddie had argued in favor of a new rom-com he’d found. Rom-coms were usually Buck’s territory. In fact, Eddie had teased Buck endlessly the last time he had chosen one as his movie. To say that Buck was a little shocked would be more than fair. Still, he’s never been good at denying Eddie anything. So, here they are, watching as the main guy gives his speech to get the girl.
Buck has been stealing glances at Eddie through the whole movie, something else he normally does on these occasions, even when it’s his movie playing. He just can’t help it, especially not tonight. Eddie looks so comfortable and relaxed in his sweats, old army t-shirt, and hair sticking up in different places from where he’s rubbed it against the back of the couch while slouching. It’s a fairly standard look for Eddie during nights when they stay in together, for both of them actually. Why not be as cozy as possible while in the comfort of your own home? And as much as Buck tries not to focus on that feeling, it’s true. This is his home, here with Eddie and Chris. No other place has ever come close. Buck manages to focus back on the screen in time to catch the characters kissing and the credits begin to roll. Buck looks back to Eddie, ready to suggest a break to replenish the snacks and beers before they watch the next movie, but is silenced by the fact that Eddie is already staring at him. Or maybe it’s the look in Eddie’s eyes, something unreadable there. That doesn’t happen very often between them anymore.
Eddie is biting his lip and still staring at Buck when he takes a deep breath, says “Screw it,” and moves from his place beside Buck. Suddenly, Buck has a lap full of Eddie and not a clue what to do about it. He knows what he wants to do, but he feels like he should let Eddie continue steering for now. Eddie, whose hands have found a resting place on Buck’s shoulders, thumbs just above his collarbone, as he straddles Buck. Eddie breathes deeply, inhaling and exhaling a few times, looking nervous and like he might recoil at the slightest movement. Buck absolutely cannot have that, so he finally moves his own hands to rest on the outside of Eddie’s thighs, not gripping, just holding, grounding. Eddie’s breath hitches and he swallows once before opening his mouth to speak.
“I really hope I’m not wrong about this, but I’ve been trying to gain the nerve to tell you the whole movie and I can’t wait another minute, or I’ll completely lose it again. So, here goes nothing.” Eddie forces out a breath while Buck holds his own. “I love you. I really love you. And not just as a friend, ok? I love you in the most romantic way possible. I am in love with you. And I’m really hoping you love me too. I understand if you don’t though, we can go back to how we were and I’ll try to move pa- ”
Buck’s hands are moving before Eddie’s even finished his speech. It may be a little rude to cut the love of your life off, but Buck thinks this is a perfectly valid reason. He doesn’t want to hear Eddie offer to take any of it back. So, he wraps his hands around Eddie, one covering the back of his neck, the other cupping his jaw, as he brings Eddie into a kiss. It’s soft and sweet and full of all the longing from the last five years. Eddie responds by bringing one of his own hands up to the back of Buck’s head, deepening the kiss until the shared breath between them is no longer enough for their lungs, and they’re forced to separate.
“I love you. I’m in love with you, too. Have been for a while. So, please just, just kiss me. We’ll figure out the rest later, but right now I just need you to kiss me again.” Buck can hear how breathless and wrecked he sounds already. Eddie doesn’t seem deterred though. Instead, he smiles and leans into Buck, sealing their lips together once more.
The kiss doesn’t last as long as Buck had hoped, Eddie breaking into another smile and effectively ending any kind of connection their lips shared. Then Eddie tucks his head into the crook of Buck’s neck and Buck can feel him begin to laugh. Buck is a little confused by Eddie’s reaction, but he decides now is the perfect time to let his hands wander and explore as much as possible in their current position. After no more than a minute, Eddie settles enough to right himself to his previous position and look at Buck again.
“You ok?” Buck can’t help but ask, needing to reassure himself despite having felt the laughter throughout Eddie’s entire body.
“Yeah, yeah I’m good. The best, actually.” Eddie smiles again, radiant and beautiful. “I just can’t believe this is how I finally told you. I literally jumped you, climbed into your lap, and confessed my undying love.”
“Mmm, I don’t recall the word “undying” being used anywhere in your very wonderful speech.”
Eddie shoves Buck’s shoulder once lightly, “Shut up. It was implied and you know it.”
“Yeah, I do. And I feel the same.” Buck brings Eddie back in to pick up where they left off. Or, at least, he tries to. The moment Eddie’s lips touch his, Eddie is laughing again, and it seems to be contagious now that Buck knows the reason. Buck isn’t sure what they’re doing can even be classified as actual kissing at this point, but he’s determined to try.
“I – love – you – so – much.” Buck punctuates each word with a tiny kiss anywhere he can reach on Eddie’s face, leaving him giggling by the time Buck is done.
Eddie returns the favor immediately, “I – love – you – too – baby.”
The combination of the face kisses and the pet name has Buck giggling now. They keep trying for a while to regroup and get back to a real make-out session, but it doesn’t seem to be working.
“Ok, how about”, Buck steals another quick kiss from a smiling Eddie, “we get everything ready and then get more comfortable so we can cuddle during the next movie. Since this obviously isn’t going any further until we can get all of our emotions under control.”
“Mmhmm, that sounds like a great idea.”
“You know that means you have to get off of me, right?” Buck can’t help but chuckle at Eddie’s small pout. He steals a few more kisses before he does get up and heads for the kitchen.
After they make sure the popcorn and beers are restocked, Buck lays down across the couch and makes a “come here” gesture to Eddie. And Eddie does so immediately, settling himself half on top of Buck, who spreads his legs to give Eddie room to get comfortable however he likes. If Buck thought having Eddie in his lap was overwhelming, he obviously didn’t consider this option. Being surrounded and anchored by Eddie might be his favorite feeling in the world. Eddie leans up to share another kiss, this one just as sweet as the first, and Buck knows without a doubt that this is his favorite feeling he’s ever experienced.  
They’re still giddy and vibrating with excitement and a million other emotions as Buck presses play on the movie he’d chosen. They aren’t laughing as hard as earlier, but by the time Eddie pulls Buck up from the couch and to his bedroom to sleep, the giggles still haven’t completely been banished.
“I love you.” Buck presses a quick kiss to Eddie’s forehead, the one place he can reach easily with how Eddie has wrapped himself around him. That, of course, makes Eddie chuckle again as he presses a kiss of his own to Buck’s throat.
“I love you, too.”
And, well, as Buck is drifting off, he has the fleeting thought that he’s looking forward to a million kisses being broken by their shared laughter.
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acaaai-t · 10 months
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[gn! reader x modern au! scaramouche]
✧ cw: fluff, mentions of alcohol, kissing, tiny bit suggestive, not proofread
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“I like you.”
Such a simple statement, yet he somehow couldn’t bring himself to say it. He felt his heart erratically race at the mere though of confessing— confessing his feelings for you. His harbored feelings, ones that he thought he had planted and buried deep, was now sprouting.
You were slumped up between his legs, head nestled upon his collarbone as you silently dozed off, chest rising every once in a while. He swallowed a lump in his throat and stole a quick glance at your sleeping form. The feeling of you on him, the fact that you’re between his lap— it was driving him insane.
He felt you stir in your sleep and instinctively, he found his arms wrapped around you, holding you closer to him. You brought your hands up and rubbed your eyes, the nagging feeling of sleep still clinging on.
“Scara?” you mumbled, voice slightly cracking.
He was quick to reply, his voice soft. “Yes?”
“Where arewe?” your words were slurred together, perhaps it was because you haven’t slept the effect of alcohol off yet.
“On the hills of Starfell Park.”
You pushed yourself up, a black jacket slipping down from your shoulders. “How… how long was I out for?”
“A hour, maybe a little more.”
You groaned. “I’m never drinking again.”
He grinned. “You should actually. Seeing you drunk was funny.”
You swatted at him, cheeks dusting pink. “Don’t remind me. Last time I drank I woke up in the sewer system.”
Scaramouche laughed, something that you rarely hear.
You rolled your eyes. “I didn’t do anything embarrassing this time, did I?”
His laughter slowly died down. “Well, you it depends if you consider it embarrassing or not.”
Scaramouche was dragging you out from the party, your slumped figure babbling nonsense. He was glad that he hadn’t drank a single bit, seeing now that you can’t even recognize who he is.
You giggled, lightly tugging on his hair. “You’re so pretty, you know?”
His heart raced at your words.
“Aw look at youuu, you’re blushing,” you said, a lopsided smile adorning your features.
Scaramouche looped into Starfell Park and took a seat in the clearings with you still clinging onto him. Drunken you really is a whole different person, he muses. No shame in what you do or say.
“Hey…” you mumbled, leaning your head against his chest.
“Hm?”
“Do you know this guy? He’s my best friend. Very short, dark purple hair…” you said. “And he’s really pretty too.”
Scaramouche froze. Your insult to his height completely flew over his head. “You… think he’s pretty?”
“Now that I think about it, you look kind of similar to him,” you shifted your body to face Scaramouche, noses nearly touching. “Are you him?”
“No?”
”Liar,” you whispered.
“Lia—“ he hadn’t even gotten the chance to finish his sentence before your lips captured his, effectively silencing him.
It caught him by surprise. You kissing him out of the blue was not something he had planned for the night.
Your lips tasted of strawberries— and there was also the slight bitter taste from the alcohol, he noted. One arm snaked around your waist and pulled you closer— the other tussling through your hair, pulling you deeper into the kiss.
Euphoria. Pure bliss. Nothing could explain how he was feeling right now. Holy fuck.
Scaramouche was out of breath by the time the two of you finally pull apart. Though he wasn’t given much time to catch his breath before you slammed your lips onto his once again, pushing him down on the grass— your body pressed tightly against his.
He flinched just the slightest bit when you bit down on his lips. Your hands resting upon his chest, the wind tickling your exposed skin.
This was no longer a simple kiss. The two of you were full on making-out.
Part of Scaramouche felt bad for taking advantage of you in your drunken state, but then again, he just couldn’t help it. He had liked you for so long— dropped so many hints, yet you just never seem to pick up on any of his affection towards you.
Maybe finally he’ll be able to tell you how he felt.
“Scara?” you looked up at him, worried. “Why are you so red? You aren’t sick are you?”
“Do you want to know what you did?”
“What?”
“Do you,” he repeated each word slowly, eyes staring into yours. “Want to know… what you did?”
You chuckled nervously, unsure what to answer. “Um, yes?”
Just as you had done before, he leaned down closer to your face, noses brushing against each other. “Are you sure?” he whispered.
Now you’re really nervous. Just what had you done while you were drunk? Surely you didn’t accidentally hit a pedestrian with your car again…
“Yes..” your answer was hesitant, eyes adverted away from his piercing gaze.
“Then allow me,” he breathed out, dipping his head.
You didn’t really know what to expect, but Scaramouche kissing you out of nowhere was something you had not been able to predict. He felt warm against you, worryingly warm.
You didn’t push away, instead closing your eyes and leaning in. When Scaramouche broke the kiss, you suddenly felt yourself wanting more, yet you didn’t dare make a move. Your heart drummed against your chest, beating in an arbitrary rhythm.
The sun had begun to rise, touching the clouds in a tinted orange and red. Scaramouche sat in front of you, gaze adverted. You stared at him, unable to formulate any words.
It felt painfully awkward sitting in silence. You reflected.
He kissed me… OH MY GOD HE KISSED ME.
The realization hits harder than you expected. You felt your face heat up.
“Um,” you broke the stillness, a smile tugging at your lips. “That wasn’t what I had thought would happen.”
Scaramouche visibly relaxed at your lighthearted demeanor. “I’m sorry about that…” he muttered.
You shook your head. “It’s fine.”
“…”
“Scara, look at me,” you whispered.
He did so, very slowly. His eyes were focused on everything else but you.
“Scara…” you cupped his cheeks. “In the eye.”
Seeing that he had opted to squeeze his eyes shut instead, you could only sigh. Bringing his face closer to you, you pressed a light kiss to the corner of his lips. “You don’t need to apologize when you’ve done nothing wrong,” you muttered quietly.
You didn’t know why you had kissed him again, but it felt like the right thing to do.
The radiance of the ascending sun basked Scaramouche in an ethereal glow. Your heart thumped just a little faster. He opened his eyes, strikingly purple— a close resemblance to heliotropes, boring into yours. A furious blush painted his cheeks in a light shade of red.
“You—” he spluttered over his words. “Me… no, why?—”
“Why?” you echoed his question. “Maybe because I’ve been pinning for you for so long but you just never seem to notice? This is the perfect chance, the only chance I’ll get, Scara. Of course I’ll take this opportunity.”
A half confession.
“Wait so you—”
“I do, you idiot.”
“…Oh.”
“Yeah.”
“…”
“…”
“Hey,” you scooted closer to Scaramouche, brushing away the blanket of tranquility again. “Did I really do that while I was drunk? Or was it just an excuse to kiss me?”
Scaramouche pinched the bridge of his nose, far too embarrassed even at the mere thought of the events that transcended in one night. You giggled, seeing the tip of his ears flushed red.
“I see,” you tried your best to stifle a laugh, but ultimately failed.
“… I hate you,” he grumbled.
“I love you too.”
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— two fics within a week??? 😨😨😨 anyways this’ll hopefully put a bandage over the previous angst I posted 🙏🙏 enjoy (I swear I’ll get chapter two of resurface, my love done soon after I finish all of my regents)
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Ratchet - Jay Park
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Pairing: Enhypen Jay x fem!reader
Genre: Enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, suggestiveness
Warnings: blood, abuse, rival enemies
Word count: 6.7k
Synopsis: Y/n a highschool girl who grew up in and enjoys her parents garage, is met with an abused rich popular boy, Jay, who's made her life a living hell, what happens when the two of them discover that their rivalry had something else behind it and they aren't as mad about as they thought?
Dirty concrete flooring and the smell of oil filled your nostrils the moment you stepped into your family's car garage. A few older run-down cars sat in the back of the workshop, their only use being that for spare parts and scrap metal. The sound of a compressor releasing air and a blow torch firing up drew your attention to where there might be people. Hauling your backpack back onto your shoulder into a better position reminded you why you were in here.
"Dad?" you called. When there was no response, you had to step off the two steps up into the retail portion of the building and down on to the garage floor. With an experienced step in moving your way around cars and over them, you made your way to where the people were. "Dad?" you called again.
"He's working on the Mercades, Kiddo!" answered one of the mechanics, more specifically the one controlling the air compressor.
With the new information, you left the garage and went back to the garage specifically for cars owned by the rich. It wasn't as hard to find and maneuver yourself around this garage considering your dad only worked on a handful of expensively owned cars. And just like you were told, your dad was in there, standing under the raised car, working on the steering wheel system. 
"Dad!" you called to him. He fixed his attention from the pipes he was working on over to you. 
A smile lit up his lips at the sight of you, "Hey, there's my girl!" 
"Dad," you said, coming up next to him. "Have you seen the keys to my car? I'm running late for school and the last place I remember putting them was on the counter in the back storage room."
"Oh, you won't be needing those keys anymore." 
"What do you mean?" you gave him an inquisitive look to match his pointed one. After a few more seconds, you understood what he was getting at. Excitement rushed through you as you bounded over for the other side of the garage to look at the car you'd been working on since you were little. The 1970s Cadillac convertible sat all cleaned up and glittering under the rising sun with its fresh vanilla cream-colored paint.
"You should take it to school this morning. After all it's the first day back after break." your dad held out the keys for you to take. Laughter erupted from his chest as you wrapped your arms around his neck and jumped into his embrace. He held you against him tightly and spun you around once. Once he realized the hug had lasted a little too long and he was keeping you from school, he set you down and handed you the keys. 
"Thank you," you sighed out against him in one final hug. He warned you to not get dirty right before school, but you didn't care in the slightest. 
The roaring sound of the engine purred underneath you as you glided your palms over the soft leather of the steering wheel, getting a feel of her for the first time running alive. Another rush of excitement pulsed through you before you backed her out of the garage and with one last wave to your dad, drove to school with ten minutes left to spare.
Once you were at school, dread filled you. The sight of your arch nemesis parked in your usual spot did not sit well with you considering you paid for that parking spot for the year. Due to the time, you had to pull into a non-paid parking spot and settle for that until after school. You did not miss the surprise on his face at your new ride and the words he shared with his friends, who for once seemed to be interested in what he had to say regarding you.
"Jay Park!" 
"Well, well," he drew out his words when you walked up. The sight of your arms crossed and a scowl on your face lit a spark inside him. It gave him a buzz for his next words, "If it isn't the infamous car thief."
You dismissed his lame roast and looked behind you at his car. "Your sorry excuse for a ride is in my paid parking spot."
"Sorry excuse?" he repeated, faking shocked offense. His gray colored Bugatti was not under your belt of favored cars considering you didn't like the style of them, and they looked like a rich person who squanders those around them. "I don't remember asking for your unprofessional opinion."
"I will have it towed." you threatened seriously, hearing the bell in the distance ring. Great, now you were going to be written up for a tardy. Jay laughed harshly, glancing back at the popular kids of his group as if to say he didn't believe you one bit. 
"I dare you," he challenged. He took slow steps until he was in front of you, leaning down to your height to belittle you even further. The sour feeling in your stomach didn't go unnoticed by you as he glared down at you, "If you tow my car, I will personally make your life a living hell. So, I dare you. Go ahead and tow my car, or even better, why don't you tow it yourself."
The hushed o's came flooding from behind him as a proud smirk lit up his face. 
A little backstory on your relationship with Jay Park. Back when you were a freshman, you met Jay in a math class. He was very shy and closed off then which is why you were drawn to him in the first place. Maybe you would've gotten close if the two of you weren't so shy at that age.  
Differences and insecurities pushed him away from you right as you started to peek from your shell. When he hit puberty and became known as one of the boys at school with the most stunning visuals, he was snatched by the popular group. They fed him lies about everyone around him, including you. He became mean after only being with them for one semester. His behavior worsened when you started to care about how you looked and began to look beautiful. All the boys drooled over you, including himself, but you didn't let that fly.
One day during that year, he cornered you in the hallway to ask you out. He remembers the scoff you gave him and the roll of your eyes. 
"Are you serious?" you deadpanned not believing the situation you were in.
Jay, trying his best to convince you, placed his forearm on the wall, trapping you slightly under his gaze and body. Your breath hitched softly not because your heart was throbbing for him, but because you were uncomfortable in this position. The strong scent of his cologne filled your senses. For every other female in your school, it would cloud their head and dull their senses while their brains tried to register that the Jay Park was standing in front of them, wanting them. For you, it woke you up and sharpened your senses, pushing you away from his unwanted attention.
"Say yes," he practically begged. Suddenly, he was looking at you as if he was a different person trapped inside the monster popularity made him into. Eyes gentle and patient. Maybe his old self was still in there and being snuffed out by those around him. Your heart almost said yes but that was right before you remembered what he said to you this morning on a note you found on your desk.
As soon as you placed your hand on his chest and pushed him off of you, Jay knew he'd lost. To level your calm, you took a deep breath. You almost didn't say anything, opting to leave him standing in the hallway alone. But those eyes...
"Jay," you looked at him, seeing his eyes harden ever so slightly. "You can't compare me to a junkyard in the morning and tell me I'm the most beautiful creature you've ever laid eyes on in the afternoon. That's not how this works. So just drop it."
In desperation, he grabbed your wrist to stop you from walking away. Jay overestimated you as you yanked your hand free of his grip the next second.
You were now staring daggers into him, "Leave me alone, Jay."
Now he stood in front of you with hatred in his heart for wounding his pride and confidence from so long ago and also due to the lies he's been fed. What Jay seemed to forget about you was how you were determined to make things right if they were wrong. So, when he came out of school once the day was over and found that his car was gone, a rage he's never felt overcame him.
"Well," Jake, one of Jay's better friends, began awkwardly, reaching up to rub the back of his neck. "She's bold, I'll give her that."
"Shut up," Jay grumbled darkly, looking around the parking lot to see if he could spot you. When he realized your car was gone, he knew he just missed you. His insides turned over at the thought of having to go get his car back. To most it wasn't that big of a deal, but Jay would have to deal with domestic consequences. More than anything, that terrified him. He didn't even know where his car had been towed. 
"Hey," Sunghoon, another good friend, called out from his Bronco. Jay looked over at him to see him holding up a note. With a quick step, Jay was in front of Sunghoon with the note in his own hands.
I towed it myself. 
"She actually towed it?" Heeseung, the last friend, asked, referring to the note in Jay's hand. The boys waited for Jay to answer but got no response as he simply crumpled the note and threw it on the ground. Sunghoon, Heeseung, and Jake watched him get in the passenger side of Sunghoon's Bronco and slam the door shut. 
"I guess we'll see you later." Sunghoon said to Heeseung and Jake who nodded a goodbye before making their way over to Jake's car. Sunghoon wordlessly got into the driver's side and put his seatbelt on. When he looked over at Jay, the boy was staring down at his phone with anger radiating off of him. "Why do you do it?"
"Do what?" Jay snapped; eyes glued to his phone as he brainlessly scrolled through his socials.
"Build yourself up in an ugly way in front of her and be little her? Obviously, she's not afraid to challenge you. If you have an issue with her just talk to her about it." 
"Oh whatever," Jay grunted. He turned his phone off and buckled himself into the seat. "She's just stepping up her game."
Sunghoon stared at him blankly. Silence passed for about thirty seconds before Jay looked at Sunghoon once more. He raised his eyebrows silently asking him why he was just staring at him. Sunghoon shook his head at the boy and turned on the car. 
"So where did she tow it?"
Jay shifted uncomfortably. "Her parent's garage."
Later that evening, you were settled up on changing car brakes. The garage was getting ready to close and those who worked during the day had gone home. It was just you and your dad that stayed behind to work on a few extra things during the last few hours of opening. Sometimes even after the sun had disappeared behind the horizon, you stayed into the late hours of the night, working on older cars for fun. Most kids your age would be out partying or watching movies into late hours of the night, but you liked to keep busy in the silence of the garage. 
Though today, you weren't here because you wanted to be. You were waiting to see if Jay would show up. If he didn't show up to get his car you knew his parents would find out and there would be serious consequences. You knew something happened at home, something bad. Some days he would show up to school with bruises and scratches on his face.
You didn't care if he chose the consequences. If he wanted to act all high and mighty while walking on you then he could it.
A soft ring from the bell in the store caught your ear. The sound of your dad's voice greeted whoever had walked in and laughter was shared. You recognized the laugh belonging to Jake, Jay's friend. You stopped twisting your C wrench that was clamped down on the caliper, which had expanded slowly as the brake pad became thinner through use, to push the brake fluid back through the pipes and listened. When you heard footsteps coming to the back and into the garage, you ducked back down and went back to what you had been doing. 
"Just right over here," you heard your dad say. It prompted you to peek in their direction knowing Jake was here but not knowing if Jay was with him. His eyes were boring holes into you the instant you caught his eyes. Since your dad didn't know about your relationship with Jay, he walked the two boys through the garage and over to where Jay's car was parked.
"Thank you," Jake said kindly, handing the keys to Jay who took them. Anyone who didn't know Jay would not have seen the aggression when he took the keys from Jake, but you most certainly did. It made you chuckle inside and your heart spark with a flame. 
"Let me know if there's anything else we can do for you." your dad smiled, walking Jay over the raised garage door and out into the parking lot after Jay drove his car out. Jake responded kindly and got into his own car to follow Jay out and back where they came from. A throat clearing made you look up. Your dad was peering down at you. "I almost asked to take a ride in his Bugatti."
You only smiled at him as he walked back into the store to help someone else who came in while he was otherwise occupied. 
The next morning in your very first class, you saw it. The darkening bruise on the right side of his jaw accompanied by a wound on the outer edge of his lip. Nothing else was wounded on Jay's face, however that didn't mean that underneath his leather jacket there weren't more wounds. When he sat down carefully with calculated moves you knew immediately that he was injured. 
A small voice deep inside you scoffed and the devil angel on your shoulder said slyly, "Serves him right." but the angel on your other shoulder felt a little guilty. Guilty for the surprise waiting in his locker. 
You knew when it happened too. Practically the entire student body was standing in the hallway when it happened. Gasps followed by different levels of laughter broke out in the hallway after witnessing Jay's front get splattered with oil. The shock on his face made another spark ignite in you. Sure, the act was childish, but if Jay wanted to act like a middle school bully, then so be it.
Two for you. One for Jay.
"Woah!" Jake cried when the oil sprayed out, receiving a small amount of the oil on him as well. Jake's eyes scanned the oil from under Jay's jaw, down his front, and on the floor. Jay glanced around at the students walking by as embarrassment flooding his body. Then his eyes locked on you and the towel in your hand. He caught it when you threw it at him.
"You have a little something on you," you said, walking by him with a smirk on your face.
Rage filled him and he snatched you by your bicep and dragged you through the sea of students down the hall and into the boy's bathroom where he slammed you up against the wall just inside the door. For someone who'd just been beaten the night previous, he seemed to still have his strength. You couldn't tell if his clenched jaw was to bite back a groan of pain or to show how mad he was.
"You've got a lot of nerve," his voice was laced with poison to match his death grip on your shoulders. His eyes almost looked like they were glowing red adorned with his furrowed eyebrows. It scared you slightly since he's never been this rough with you before. Despite his feelings never changing on how beautiful you were to him, your attitude sure made up for it. 
"Don't act like you didn't see this coming," you fired back with a bite to your words. "I'm not going to let you walk all over me as if I'm dust!"
Jay pulled you back and slammed you against the wall again, "You don't get to humiliate me!"
"That hurts!" you screamed in his face. 
"Good!" he screamed back. Raging anger made you snake your arms between the two of you and shove his arms outward to rid his hold on you. Once his hold on you was gone you shoved him back as hard as you could, watching him hit the wall behind him with a groan. 
"What did I ever do to you? Are you still butt hurt over the fact that I rejected you? Maybe we should go over why you target me for absolutely no reason!"
"Absolutely no reason? Everyone was right about you!" Jay barked out getting up in your face. He was changing the subject, so he didn't break in front of you. What if you found out he still wanted you? You'd never let him live for it. "You're a piece of trash, Y/n!"
Lies.
Your heart was beating so rapidly that you felt your blood pressure rising at a dangerous pace. Jay saw the fire in your eyes and was provoked by it even more. You jabbed a finger into his chest hard, "No, you are the trash, Jay! I was wrong to think you were an innocent kid! No, your true self is an angry monster who bullies people to make him feel better about himself and his miserable life. You belittle me because that's all you feel at home!"
Now you were pressed up against the wall again, this time with his nails digging into your skin. His voice was so low, you stopped talking, "Don't. You. Dare. Talk about what my life is like at home. You know nothing. Your little stunt yesterday gave me a trip to hell, and you think you have the unmitigated gall to act as if you know my life?" 
"Jay, let go," you told him, afraid of what he might do. Since you've never seen Jay this angry and had no way of knowing how unpredictable he could be when raging like this, it was best for the two of you to step back. 
His eyes were clouded over and his grip tightened slightly. Jagged breaths escaped him while you waited for him to calm down. In seconds, his eyes unclouded and he looked down at his nails digging into your arms.
Instantly he released you, not meeting your eyes. "Sorry."
"Look," you sighed out, rubbing the area he irritated with his nails to soothe the skin. "It's not fair that you've made your own impression of me based off of what other people have told you. I have never done anything to you. Have I ever given you a good reason to hate me?"
Jay kept his gaze to the floor. 
"Have I ever?" you repeated. Jay shook his head after a moment. You never lied to him about who you were and how you acted. Not once.
Another sigh escaped you. You gathered your forgotten bag on the floor a ways from you and peeked over your shoulder at him to see he was still staring at the floor with a blank face, the oil on his clothes now stained. Without another word, you opened the door into an empty hall and left him there with his thoughts.
As the weeks carried on, Jay hadn't bothered you since your encounter in the bathroom. He even stopped some of his other friends from throwing snarky comments at you. Not to get on your good side but because he realized how wrong he was treating you. And more so the realization he had in himself when he attacked you with blind anger like his dad often did to him. That was the last thing he wanted. He still hated you, just silently. 
One day when you were walking across the athletic field to get to the parking lot from your last class, you noticed a group off in one of the corners. As you grew closer you recognized some of them. Heeseung, and Jake were among the group, and they had noticed you before anyone else. 
"Hey," one of the other boys spoke. "Isn't that the loser Jay hates?"
They were startled when you stopped and turned to them. Heeseung and Jake spared each other glances, knowing your spunk. They saw it coming before anyone else did. Everyone was even more startled when you changed your course and started to walk over to them. They watched you walk all the way over, crossing your arms over your chest with eyebrows raised. 
"What did you call me?" you said as if you were daring them to say it again. They shared surprised looks, wondering just exactly who you were to be challenging them. Nobody at school dared to have an attitude or speak to them without being spoke to. 
"Does that hurt your feelings?" one of them challenge with a sappy mocking whine. The sound of him made you scoff. Then you dropped your bag down to the bright green grass of the football field. Heeseung and Jake watched with more surprised and horror, not wanting to see where this went. Certain popular kids weren't to be messed with. Everyone knew that. You did too, but you weren't afraid even if they could hurt you. 
"How bout I hurt your face," you snapped back, shoving him out of your face. One thing your dad taught you was to not take anyone's crap. Especially if they were treating you less than you deserved. 
"You asked for it," he scoffed, raising a hand to beat you over the face, but before you could stop him someone appeared in front of you catching the other boy's hand. Jay.
Jay was merely inches away from you with his back to you. He was only staring at your attacker blocking them from hurting you. It's as if he was challenging him to take another hit. After so many years, he finally saw how wrong they were treating everyone, and he was done being a puppet. Jake and Heeseung stepped forward a bit, shaking their head at Jay to walk away. 
"Go," Jay looked back at you. When you didn't move, he repeated it more firmly, "Y/n, go!"
His tone has your feet moving before your head realizes what's happening. You expected to defend yourself and get them to stop talking about you, that's why you walked over there in the first place. They didn't know of the wrench in your backpack.  But when Jay stepped in, you did not expect him to defend you. It's like he knew something you didn't and stepped in before things got bad. You almost wanted to wait and make sure he was okay, but you decided against it and got in your car to drive to the garage. 
The thoughts of the afternoon carried with you while you were working and into the late night. You were under your third car, cleaning some pipes when the thoughts came back into your head. A sigh left you as you dropped your arms to allow the thoughts to flow. You'd been fighting them for a while, trying to not feed into them. 
"It's not like I can text him," you said to yourself aloud. "That'd be weird."
After a few more minutes of thinking you went back to scrubbing the pipes. Normally you wouldn't be doing this, but it was on somebody's expensive car, and they wanted it in top condition when they came to pick it up in the morning. The garage was empty at this hour leading very late into the night. All you wanted to do was go home and sleep. Not wiping pipes that should be dirty. It's a car for crying out loud. 
Just as you lowered your arms for the fifth time, the sound of something banging rapidly on one of the garage doors scared you to your core. With a fast pace you rolled out from under the vehicle and stared at the garage doors, terrified. Thinking it was someone just trying to get late business, you ignored it still paralyzed in place. 
Bang, bang, bang!
Maybe it was your dad. Cautiously, you got up and went over to the door that was shaking and grabbed the hook at the bottom of the door to pull it up. You pulled it up until you felt it get too tall for your extended arm, revealing the person on the other side. 
You gasped, "Oh my–"  
Jay held his finger up to his lips to silence you, pushing you inside the garage and pulling the door back down to hide the both of you. He was bleeding on his forehead near his hairline, his nose, cheek, and out of his ears. His body was tense as his muscles spasmed to take pressure off injured areas.
"Jay–"
"Do you have a first aid kit?" he brokenly asked cutting you off again. His eyes were asking you desperately. Without a word you dashed off to grab the first aid kit from the back of the store. When you came back Jay was leaning against the wall on his left shoulder trying to stay up right. 
"Come here," you said to him. He let you guide him over to one of the cars. He shook his head when you asked him to sit on the hood. "Sit."
"No," Jay declined, grunting at the pain. "My back hurts too much."
With a defeated sigh, you hopped up on the hood of the car to give you some height. Jay leaned against the car to keep him up right while you got to work on cleaning the blood up under his ears. He turned to the side to let you get the blood running down his neck. He was fighting hard to stay upright. 
"Are you going to tell me what happened?" your tone was gentle, not pushing him to say anything. Jay only stayed quiet. He looked into your eyes when you gently placed a hand on his jaw to turn him back to face you. Only when you started working on his left eyebrow did you return the eye contact. 
"I didn't know where else to go," he murmured. You faltered slightly in dabbing his eyebrow. It strangely made you feel warm inside that he thought to come to you. No matter how warm it felt, you shouldn't be feeling it with your arch nemesis. 
"Close your eyes."
He listened, shutting his eyes so you could clean up underneath his other eyebrow. With his eyes closed, he felt you dab and smooth over creams and ointments. He felt your legs caging his hips, the feeling of your outer thighs against his wrists as he propped himself upright with the help of the car. The feeling of a caring light touch brought tears to his eyes. He cursed himself internally when a tear slipped out from underneath his closed eye. It didn't go unnoticed, but you didn't say anything.
Jay opened his eyes at your request when you were finished, another tear falling, (which he caught this time) and watched as you were prepping more cotton. Next you mended his knuckles which you assumed were injured because he fought back against his attacker. 
"I'm sorry for bothering you," Jay said suddenly. The words came out soft, his eyes staring down at your lap. His sudden apology had you confused and warmed you up even more. Why was this happening? Why were you feeling this way over the boy who'd made your life a living hell for the last three years. More importantly, why were you helping him?
You heaved a sigh, "I'll be honest, I'm confused as to what you're getting at here."
Jay pulled his hands away from you and straightened up. HIs body was back to being close off and his eyes were cold. That's when you regretted your words.
"Truth be told, I'm not getting at anything." Jay replied bluntly. Now he remembered why you got on his nerves so much. Why did he defend you on the field in the first place? The two of you weren't meant to live peacefully alongside each other. But somewhere deep inside him, did he truly want that? Is that why he came to you during his vulnerable state?
When he wouldn't give you his hands to continue your cleaning, you dropped your arms into your lap and stared at him. Jay was different from any person you knew, and that's what drove you crazy. You thought he was a shy innocent kid like you, but he wasn't. What drove you even crazier was despite him being different you couldn't figure him out. All you knew was when to spot his good mood and bad mood. When to strike and when to lay back. 
"I shouldn't have come here," he said more to himself. Instantly, you snatched his wrist to stop him from leaving.
"Jay, stop," you pleaded, apologetically loosening your grip on his arm after he grunted in pain. "That's not what I meant."
"Then what did you mean?" 
"I don't know. I guess I'm just surprised is all. I mean, you did defend me today from being hit, and now you're here with me, alone, in this garage, letting me bandage up your wounds. It's a little shocking coming from you," a sigh heaved from his chest as he looked down, not wanting to look at you. "I'm just not used to the feeling of you caring. I'm not used to the feeling inside my chest that's the exact opposite of hatred."
"So, you do or do not hate me?" Jay was still looking down. Inside you wanted to scream and rip your hair out at his stubbornness. He really did get under your skin. How could he be likeable and dislikeable all at once? It was a great talent of his. 
"Not currently," came your reply. Now he was looking at you, and the look he was giving you was making your legs shake and your heart squeeze. Your stomach did a flip as his hands came up to cup right under your jawline before he pressed his lips against yours in a short peck. Now your heart was beating at the speed of light. 
"How about now?" he whispered, pulling back ever so slightly to look into your eyes. It's as if your body had a mind of its own as you leaned up and pecked his lips, wanting to feel that feeling again. The feeling of your heart jumping to your throat and your skin lighting ablaze. The second you pulled back; his lips were on yours again. He didn't care about the pain in his lips or back, screaming at him to halt. All he cared about was you against him and the euphoria it brought him. 
Neither of you remembered the horrible words you'd said to each other or the actions and humiliation you both suffered at the hands of each other. All you could think about was how good it felt. How good his lips felt against yours, how good the feeling of his hands on your body made you feel, how he was lighting your body on fire. And Jay could say the same. Your hands in his hair with your legs wrapped around his hips so you could press your front into his, desperately trying to get closer, to feel the burn. 
His lips pulled off of yours, instead tracing down your neck and front, leaning you back so he could kiss your collarbones tenderly, slowly, dragging out the moment a bit longer. Once he was finished at your collarbones, he came back up to your lips and kissed you, hard. Soaking into your lips like it was his new addiction, his want, his need. When you needed air, you pulled back, letting him trail back down your neck. Unconsciously, your body rose up higher with every kiss, wanting him to be close, wanting to give him all of you.
"Jay," you whispered into his ear with your hands still in his hair. He hummed deeply against your throat, peppering light kisses on your skin before he pulled back, giving you his full attention, "You're hurt, let's not take it too far."
His heart didn't want to, but his head nodded, untangling himself from your hold. Still in a haze, you leaned up again and pecked his lips to give him some assurance. When he pulled away and stepped back a few paces with a smile on his face, you knew. He still had feelings for you, even after you rejected him. Now what were you going to say? You made out with him quite heatedly making you wonder just how long you had liked him back. 
"Now that we've broken ties," Jay began to say with a smirk on his face. His arms wrapped around your waist as he endearingly looked into your eyes. They flashed with vulnerability with his next words, "Will you work on my back?"
A small smile was all he gave you as he turned around and took off his leather jacket. Deep dark blood stains in the shapes of slashes covered his back. Fear overcame you at the sight. Who had done this? This wasn't the Victorian Age. 
Slowly, you helped him out of his bloodied shirt and instead, went to go grab some chairs from the office. He needed to sit down while you attempted to clean these wounds. Jay sat with his back facing you, and you had to be honest, you were scared. Scared to hurt him, scared for him, scared he'd been in more danger even after you bandaged the wounds. Through your touches he could feel that you were more apprehensive. 
"I was surprised with how creative they got," Jay mumbled while you worked. You listened intently, wanting to know how he came to be in this state. "I didn't even know you could get a flogging whip so easily. I would have had less slashes, but I couldn't let them hurt Heeseung and Jake."
Jay still remembers his friends shouts and cries. Their voices breaking as they screamed his name, screaming for him to fight back and yelling to be released to help him. Especially from Heeseung who put up a good fight to try and save Jay. 
"So you took all of the beatings for them?" your voice was barely above a whisper. Jay's body rose and fell gently with every breath and his skin reacted to each touch you gave him.
"And you."
His words made you stop altogether. Jay glanced behind his left shoulder to see why you had stopped. When he saw that you paused halfway into applying some ointment, he turned back and stared at the floor. Maybe he shouldn't have said that. After all this moment for the two of you was proving to be overwhelming already. He wondered if you liked him like he did you. Jay only realized he still liked you a lot after the bathroom incident. 
Instead of chewing him out for being selfless enough to take away others pain, you laid a small kiss to his left shoulder, "Thank you, Jay."
After about two more hours, Jay left to go home. The two of you parted with one more long kiss and a smile. You hoped to see him in the morning for school, but deep down you worried that things would be different. After all, no one else had just witness the change in your relationship. 
The next morning, Jay only popped into school to pick up his work for the week. Because he was attacked, he chose to visit the doctor the next morning and was put on bed rest while he healed. Heeseung accompanied him to help carry everything. 
"Y/n!" Jay called your name from down the hall. Glances went to you, wondering what he had up his sleeve to tick you off today. Little did they know. They were beyond shocked but not from the usual banter.
You returned the kiss he planted on your lips before continuing to shuffle through your locker. Things were changing for the two of you. There had been no reason to think otherwise. Even Heeseung was slightly surprised. Though he already listened to everything from Jay. Every ounce of lovesickness radiating from his friend. It's still shocked him though. 
"Hi," you smiled, closing your locker and leaning against it. He smiled back at you, placing his hands on your waist. His heart flipped when your hands came up to rest on his neck, still mindful of his wounds. He would never get over the fact that you would let him hold you now. "Are you feeling better?"
"I am now after seeing your smile," he mumbled lowly. His lips came down to caress yours softly shocking everyone even more. This would be the talk for years to come. Two rival enemies turned to lovers overnight. The sheer thought of it was astounding to everyone. Though maybe they loved each other longer than they thought. 
"Be mine," he said against your lips. Heeseung awkwardly moved away, turned around to look elsewhere. He could feel his cheeks burning. Okay so maybe he was having a hard time accepting the change, he was still happy for Jay. 
"Are you asking me out?" you inquired, quirking and eyebrow at him. Jay only slipped his arms around your waist and pulled you against him, his smile still plastered on his face. It's exactly what he was asking. 
"Say yes," he repeated his words from so long ago. This time your answer was different from before, and you liked it much better. Jay was like a wrench. Twisting, turning, and screwing your heart around in circles. Hopefully he'd keep it tight this time and not let go of you. 
"No," you said, shocking him. When he realized you were teasing him, he squeezed your waist harder and pressed his lips into a line with his eyebrows furrowing. The reaction made you laugh, blessing Jay's ears with the sound. "Jay, you don't even have to ask." 
"OKAY!" Heeseung cried out with desperation seconds after Jay kissed you deeply as if to say thank you for giving him a chance. "We get it! You're together! For the love of my sanity, tone down the PDA! I'm practically going into shock."
All he got in return was a binder thrown at him.
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just-a-strange-boy · 10 months
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experimenting for friends
part 2 - hair-pulling
part 1
Sherlock Holmes is a man prone to addiction. In means of trying to finally set an end to his substance abuse by finding something equally stimulating, he is eager to do his share of research - and of course, it's your help he's requesting. Another experiment entails.
Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Reader (GN)
Warnings: 18+ (Minors DNI), mentions of drug abuse/addiction, mentions of relapse, penetrative sex, mentions inexperienced/virgin Sherlock, questionable sexual favours, fwb (?)
A/N: this is definitely not how you (should) treat substance abuse, but hey... it's Sherlock
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"I have a request."
You were just sorting through some paperwork, a whole clutter of important documents you figured he should keep, neatly organizing them in binders and folders, something Sherlock thought was too mundane and boring to do, when the detective came to approach you, downright startling you with one of his spontaneous verbal outbursts.
"Fire away", you had said, looking up from the piles of paper to find him standing in the doorway, hoping that he wasn't just going to ask for another walk so he could have yet another cigarette. You'd managed to get him down to three a day, which was a huge success, considering he had only relapsed recently, heavily abusing substances far worse than nicotine. It had been your agreement from the get go – you'd turn a blind eye to Sherlock smoking a limited amount of cigarettes as long as he stopped using otherwise.
However, it wasn't a cigarette he was asking for.
"Obviously my desire for substances mostly stems from how they affect the release of chemicals within my brain, chemicals that stimulate and influence the way I process my thoughts. They minimize the often overwhelming sensations I experience and are inhibiting my natural urge to deduce everything. They manage to calm my mind, a rather positive effect, which is why I have always relied on getting high if I needed a moment of peace. Can you follow me?"
Sherlock was speaking as rapidly as you were used to, not even allowing you the slightest opportunity of uttering a single word, "Of course you can follow me. You're not an idiot. I know you've done your research and I explained it to you plenty. My point is that I have been researching with the intention of finding something that will have a similar positive effect, in order to...not having to use."
"Let me guess", you replied with a sigh, processing what he was telling you, figuring quickly why he came forward with a request, "You're suggesting another experiment that I will have to be part of? To research and find out whether any theory you have might be correct?"
The detective nodded, striding over until he was standing next to the table, gaze drifting over what you were currently sorting, before giving it a dismissive look and focusing back on you.
"Yes. Exactly. I knew you would get it. I have... reconsidered that time when we... um...uh", he began almost awkwardly, all the sudden stuttering in a way very unlike him, "...when you touched me and when we were close... I felt good. In a way that might be comparable to a high. But I need to figure out what kind of effects it has on me from an analytical point of view to make sure I am right about my assumption."
So very clearly, Sherlock was suggesting you gave him another sexual favour – like once before in an experimental setting, needing to gather 'information' before he could confirm his assumption.
You had no doubt that a sexual high could be comparable to a drug high in some way – you wouldn't know though – and you would have liked to help him, but also considered it risky.
As much as you would have wanted him to find something, anything, to stop him from using ever again, you didn't know whether that would be the right way.
Leading Sherlock to another kind of addiction was risky, considering he was definitely prone to developing them, may it be his evident addiction to the thrill of his work, trying to keep up with and challenge the dangerous minds of criminals, or the substance abuse itself.
Besides that, you didn't want to put your friendship at risk and you were also not going to be some object for Sherlock to figure out whether sex could make him feel similar as a high on drugs.
The man sensed your initial reluctance, continuing his lengthy explanations, so typically like him, so casually like only Sherlock could as he seemed to have found his grip again.
"But at the same time I know it wouldn't be fair of me to continue requesting those things for my own gain. You are your own person and I would never try to guilt-trip you into something that could possibly set an end to my habitual substance abuse. I am very aware that I am the one owing you a favour for your help in the first place. I do not want to further strain our friendship with my demands, but I need you to know that... if I can share and research this with anyone, I would want it to be you."
You sighed. It was ridiculous. Ridiculous that you were even considering this in the first place.
Could you have refused Sherlock? Possibly. That's what you should have done anyway.
Did you want to refuse him? Certainly not.
Last time you had decided to work on an experiment with him, you had gotten to see a very different side of Sherlock, soft and submissive and gorgeous. You had kissed him, touched him, not to mention you had absolutely jerked him off too. You had praised and cherished him. Sherlock had sounded wonderful, looked beautiful, so raw and open and honest – you had definitely not forgotten the sight. And yes, you might have masturbated to the memory itself too.
The instance had been hard to forget.
But ever since then nothing else had happened between you two. For good reasons.
Sure, you had sought out his presence like you usually did. You were friends, comfortable around each other, spend time with one another, though Sherlock wasn't necessarily an affectionate person. He didn't hug, didn't cuddle. He certainly wasn't interested in being anything but friends.
So you had figured that first time was just going to be a one time thing, just an experiment for research, and tried your hardest to get over the fact that Sherlock didn't harvest feelings for you other than appreciation for the friendship you offered. Romantic and sexual attraction were a rarity for him, so you knew, and you had never pretended you might be the exception.
Nevertheless you couldn't help your own feelings. You liked Sherlock a lot.
It pained you to see the detective on edge and all sombre, to see him lost in drug addiction and throwing himself into dangerous case work, just to escape from his own mind for a moment. You hated to see him hurt and so bloody lonely.
Of course it also made your heart ache to know you were nothing more than a friend to Sherlock, so you should have been wiser, refusing to partake in the experiment, because you indeed weren't some test subject and this was a recipe for disaster, something that would likely hurt you and potentially harm him in the end – which you did not want.
But the idea of being close to him again, of being able to potentially help Sherlock get his mind off the drugs, to ensure he would be feeling good and okay, even if just for a little while. You couldn't quite escape your own track of thoughts, your own wants, your own conviction that you might the person meant to save Sherlock Holmes from himself.
"Do you want me to... uhh... you know?", you asked, followed by a very specific hand gesture, unable to ignore the certain awkwardness, you sitting there, Sherlock standing there, a mess of case and paper work all around, as you kept looking at each other.
There was no distinct expression on the detective's face save for slight expectation and a bit of redness on his cheeks, blushing as you suggested giving him another handjob.
"I have not determined any specifics", Sherlock admitted to you, though not in refusing, "Meaning... I don't know what I would want, what would work. The things you offered me last time have had a positive effect on me. I know that I want to be close to you. I don't know what would suffice."
You contemplated, gnawing on your lips like you always did when you were a bit nervous, breaking his gaze for a moment as your glance fleeted over the table, even though your head was undeniably full of Sherlock.
You were both only human. While the detective craved something to ease his mind, you craved the physical intimacy and emotional connection to him. Neither of you should have taken use of the other, but since you were both consenting adults, you allowed yourself to be weak and stupid.
"We'll try to figure it out then", you agreed, "Let me finish this first?"
"Of course", Sherlock nodded, "Don't be too long, Mrs Hudson has invited us downstairs for dinner and I was suggesting we watch an episode of that ridiculous show you like afterwards. Before we... um... do anything?"
Evident surprise must have crossed your face and for a moment you had a hard time searching for the right words, not knowing what to think. It was kind of him to suggest, almost domestic.
Of course, having dinner at Mrs Hudson's wouldn't be like dinner at an actual restaurant, but Sherlock didn't want to go anywhere public in his current state of body and mind, so soon after his relapse. His landlady made impeccable food and she was even went out of her way to make it for the two of you, so you were amenable.
"Yes to dinner. We don't have to necessarily watch the show though", was all you replied, "You'd never be able to shut your mouth during the episode anyway, making comments about it the entire time. That's why we never watch TV together, Sherlock.”
"I comment on everything and you usually don't seem to mind", Sherlock stated and the slightest sign of a smile snook onto his lips.
And you smiled right back at him, not needing to have the last word and returning to your paperwork, while Sherlock continued his usual pacing and casework.
Needless to say, any attempt of continuing this work was useless anyway, since you were entirely incapable of focusing on the stack of files before you, unable to shrug off your nervousness as your thoughts went spiralling about what you had just agreed on.
You eventually came to the conclusion, while you were brooding over payment checks from clients, this might actually make for a nice time together.
Having dinner with Mrs Hudson was nothing unusual for you two and always made for an enjoyable time. Sharing a bed wouldn't be weird, as you had done so before, if only for a couple of danger nights, with a distance appropriate for friends between you.
What was appropriate for friends by definition anyway? Hadn't that line already been crossed by the one sexual favour you had given him? If you followed through with this today, closing that distance between you once again and going even further than last time, every possible line you could think of was going to be blurred forever.
It was very hard to not think about the possibilities, not the consequences, but how far Sherlock would be willing to go with you, what he would allow and ask for.
You wondered whether Sherlock would want to kiss you again, whether he would want to give as much as receive, whether you would actually have sex and how it was going to be, whether he would ask you to stay afterwards and share the bed with you.
Even thinking about what your evening would entail made you a little nervous.
Thus you were more than grateful for having dinner beforehand, considering it was so much easier to keep your doubts at bay and just stop thinking so damn much as Mrs Hudson was bustling around the two of you. She was as chatty as always, kept you entertained with stories from her past and her good food was a welcome distraction. Once again, she expressed her gratitude over you getting Sherlock back on his feet and voiced how glad she was that her tenant was doing much better with your assistance, going on about how happy she was he had found an actual friend, even though she still heavily insinuated your romantic involvement with each other.
You neither denied nor confirmed the idea in the moment, finding it rather amusing how flustered Sherlock got at the mention, though not bothering to say a word about it either, and after helping Mrs Hudson with the dishes, the two of you eventually headed upstairs together again.
It was fair that she had her suspicions. Probably many people had.
After that last experiment and tonight, rightfully so.
You ended up taking turns in the bathroom.
Admittedly, you were more anxious than expected while in the shower, scrubbing yourself clean everywhere, not knowing what to expect, what you were going to do, if Sherlock would even want to touch your body or if he just required you to touch him – and you were just as nervous while Sherlock was in the shower, sitting on the bed, fidgeting with your glasses, scrolling mindlessly through your phone as you kept thinking about what you wanted the man to do to you and more so how you were planning on bringing him pleasure.
If he'd let you.
You had dressed down to what you usually wore to bed, a loose t-shirt and sweatpants, being so bold as to forgo underwear altogether, curious how Sherlock would react to such a clear proposal, if he took note of it at all. Glasses still perched atop your nose, you turned your head when you heard the door to the bathroom open again, eyes following Sherlock as he came back out to join you on the bed, shrugging off his housecoat to reveal his choice of pyjamas, not so different from what you had decided on wearing.
"So, what did you have on your mind?", you dared to ask again, courageously, placing your phone on the bedside table, before turning further to Sherlock, who was now just sitting there, right next to you, neither seeming expectant nor nervous by any means, "I know you said specifics weren't clear, but I'm sure you have a fair amount of imagination."
"That is correct", the detective agreed, "I came to the conclusion that perhaps it would be wise to... begin like we did last time."
You shot him a smile. "So, you'd like to kiss me?", you asked, arching your eyebrows at him, hoping that Sherlock would take the bait and just go for it. There was nothing he could've done wrong. The thought of getting to kiss him again made you awfully excited.
"I'd like you to kiss me, yes." Though seeming slightly reluctant and reserved, his words were clear. He wanted you to kiss him.
And you definitely were going to kiss him, but most importantly you wanted to give it time. There was no need to rush and hopefully, neither of you were going anywhere any time soon.
So you reached out and grabbed Sherlock's hand. Instead of climbing him like a tree and slipping onto his lap right away, kissing him like your life depended on it, you were deciding for the two of you to take this slow, beginning with something as simple and innocent as touch.
Perhaps this would allow Sherlock to gather information better, how he responded to affection, how he responded to you initiating, how the simplest things would influence him or perhaps how they wouldn't. Whether it would leave him hungry for more, driving him mad with anticipation, or whether it wouldn't do anything for him at all.
This was an experiment after all. Might as well just do some experimenting.
You slotted your fingers together, marvelling how your hand fit into his so smoothly, so perfectly, and pulled them apart again, letting your fingertips dance over the expanse of his hand, tracing those long, skilled fingers with simple fascination. Fingers you had watched so often, whether it was them dancing over the fret of his violin, preparing samples for his microscope, picking up evidence at a crime scene. Wonderful and careful hands.
Eventually linking them into one another again, you gave his hand a gentle squeeze and looked at him, finding him glancing back at you. Of course you tried to read Sherlock's expression right away. There was some curiosity, he seemed attentive and receptive, the grip of his hand tightening instinctively, a response. He was just looking at you, observing, perhaps contemplating.
Your own heart was beating a little faster, sensations heightened by the sheer intimacy of the moment, time seemingly standing still all around you, so you couldn't exactly pinpoint the moment when you decided to move further. Perhaps it was the synapses in your brain finally snapping, perhaps it was just the need to break the tension that had come up between the two of you, perhaps it was a mutual silent agreement to do this all of the sudden.
Whatever it was, you leant into Sherlock, who met you halfway, pressing your lips together, responding to one another immediately.
As your mouths slotted together, a rather gentle brush of lips at first, you could feel how the grip on your hand was instinctively tightening, holding onto you more, in fear you might be slipping away any second again. But you certainly did not, would not, wrapped up in Sherlock's taste and warmth and his smell, licking along the seam of his lips, sliding your tongues together as he let you claim his mouth, as you let him explore.
You didn't know what had gotten you so hungry all of the sudden, but you knew you needed more of Sherlock. Speaking of addiction. So you decided to get more of him, who seemed compliant to your every move, absorbing every little bit, every touch, you allowed him.
Even those moments apart, when both of you had to catch your breaths, small gasps of air between you, he was quiet and observant. He let you shift around, slipping onto his lap again, greeting you with another sweet kiss after having you perched on his thighs.
Reaching up, you gently cupped Sherlock's face in your hands, tracing his jawline, those high cheekbones, before sliding them all the way up into his dark curls, tugging on his hair.
The reaction was imminent, the kiss broken immediately, a groan slipping from Sherlock's mouth, leaving the two of you a bit startled at the sudden response.
"I need you to do the exact thing again", the detective requested then, his tone demanding and firm, before smacking your mouths together again, a kiss hot and downright desperate for more, and you gladly obliged, fingers tangled in his locks, giving them another pull, which caused a reaction not so different from the first time.
Apparently praising wasn't the only thing that got Sherlock going.
So you continued your eager advances, seeing how far you could take this, brushing through his curls before gently tugging on them again, letting Sherlock's moan break the kiss, tilting his head back by his hair and baring his throat.
"How are you doing this?", the man groaned, almost hissed when you began mouthing at his neck, "I don't understand how you can have this effect on me."
But there was no explanation you could have possibly given him. Perhaps you just clicked with Sherlock and that was why.
You only knew how addicted you already were, how you couldn't get enough of the man's taste, the warmth of his body, the sweet noises from his throat and the thought that perhaps he really wanted you too.
Making sure to not bruise the skin, you kept nipping at the expanse of his throat, pulling on his hair times and times again, dragging more moans out of him. Your name passed his lips after a while, the softest sound, then a "Can we stop for a moment?"
Raising you head again to look at Sherlock – a delectable sight, slight blush on his cheek, lips swollen red from kissing, pupils dilated with need, a dreamy expression on his face – and waited for however long was necessary.
"Are you okay, Sherl?", you asked immediately, hoping you hadn't made him uncomfortable.
Apparently he just wanted to elaborate though.
"I am more than okay. I just need to tell you something", Sherlock replied, holding onto you by your hips, a steady grip, "As you have... um... figured, I respond quite heavily to your advances. I am puzzled by the effect you have on me, because I was always very convinced that I simply was not interested in things of a more physical nature. But you keep kissing and touching me and I'm not entirely sure what it means that my body reacts like this."
Quite passively, you continued to stroke the back of his head, listening to him as attentively as you could, trying to ignore your own arousal. You were going to work through this with Sherlock, not questioning his worries or uncertainty for a single moment, allowing him to take the time he needed in order to understand himself and what he wanted and most of all, why he did.
Of course, you had wondered before and you were still asking yourself the same question now. Had Sherlock even had sex with anyone ever? Everything about his words and his behaviour was indicating he hadn't. But he didn't seem to be all too nervous, instead content and collected.
Maybe you were even more nervous than him.
"You're turned on, if I had to guess. Which I find really flattering. And it's more than okay that you're feeling like this. I want you to enjoy this experience, so please don't let the unknown hold you back", you advised with a soft smile, "I like you, Sherlock. I enjoy being around you and doing this with you... it turns me on too."
"You know I don't experience and approach things like most would do. Sex has never been the focus of my interest, so I... I have never done this. I have done research, but I'm not going to know exactly what to do", Sherlock admitted, eyes flicking over your face, the look of consideration, as if he were searching for the right words, "You're... absolutely endearing. It's nice to have you around and I trust you. And I want to do this with you."
"So do I", you responded, unable to stop the smile slipping to your lips, thinking it was lovely how Sherlock entrusted you with his mind and body, how he wanted to share this moment with you and no one else. "We can sure figure out what you like best", you added, "Would you want me to take the lead?"
The man seemed to consider your question, although you were partially convinced that he was more so enjoying the quiet of the moment, your fingers brushing over his scalp, basking in the closeness, though simple affection usually was something Sherlock didn't like. Not with anyone other than you apparently.
"Would you want to participate in penetration? If so, I suppose I have no clear knowledge of which position would serve best, but I am interested in learning. Since you are the one with more experience, I find it only logical you are the leading part", he spoke up eventually.
"Fine with me", you hummed, "I have no preference either, but I find it quite comfortable on your lap, so perhaps we can work around that?"
Admittedly, your wet dreams always tended to drift in a direction similar to this. There was something submissive about Sherlock, something that made you want to take him apart, lay him out on the bed, mount him and fuck him silly until he was a desperate mess begging to come, and you were sure it would have been a beautiful sight to have him this way.
Since you were already sitting on his lap, your crotches pressed together, hands tangled in his hair, seconds away from bringing your lips to his throat again, you wouldn't mind it sweet and gentle either, letting him explore all you had, letting him consume all you offered, letting him take his time to harvest the information he needed.
Maybe one day he would like to take the reins, but you couldn't really imagine him as the dominant part just yet.
You knew exactly how you would take the lead, how you would ride Sherlock all the way to ecstasy, until the brilliant and smart detective would fail to find the proper words and fall apart under you. Oh, how you wanted to hold him close, wanted your bodies entangled and conjoined, wanted to be able to sense and enjoy all of him.
It was a silent and natural agreement between you, so you figured as Sherlock's skilled hands sought out the hem of your shirt.
"I'm afraid you have to stop touching me for a moment", he mused and went on to gently pry the thin shirt off your body as you complied. After all you had been together for all kinds of weird occasions and sharing rooms, you had been close to him before but never quite so exposed, not in a way like this. Never undressed for him to see or touch.
In comparison, you had seen Sherlock bare plenty of times before, naked and vulnerable, so stripping him out of his shirt in return was by no means unfamiliar. There was something about this level of intimacy though, the sensuality of his touch on your skin that already made you shudder with need, winding you up with anticipation.
It was Sherlock then, who so carefully let his lips ghost over the expanse of your neck, exploring bit by bit, spreading gentle kisses, teeth grazing the skin and you supposed he was not entirely distracted from making deductions just yet – how else would he have possibly figured how to strike a nerve within you?
Your hands wound up in the dark curls again, playing with strands of hair, tugging on them, using them to pull Sherlock's head backwards as the advances on your sensitive skin were too much to handle. You too were soon moaning, panting hard, a pretty rosy colour to your cheeks.
"I find it very enjoyable when you pull on my hair", Sherlock admitted to you and while he had previously held his hands very still, he couldn't continue to resist and began touching you more, exploring your body with diligence. He had never touched you or potentially any other person like this, so excessively. If you thought about it, no one ever really had been so thorough as him, trying to map out every inch, every crease, every little mark. It was as if he was memorizing you, cataloguing. Careful with you. Mesmerized by you.
You didn't mind his advances, had never been on the self-conscious side but under the impression you weren't really sporting an exceptionally beauty. If anything you were ordinary, and still... this man looked at you, touched you with utmost adoration, curiosity, interest. Like he couldn't simply get enough from you. Like he didn't want to ever stop again.
"I find most of you very enjoyable", he added.
"Likewise", you smiled at him, hands busy stroking his nape, his upper back, pale shoulders, skin flush with heat under your touch, "I suppose you figured out what's getting me going."
"I think it's fascinating", Sherlock mused, "Because I could feel your pulse quickening and your body tensing up when I began kissing your neck. I imagine these are the exact responses you could notice on me when you tug on my hair. It's fascinating how our bodies respond so impulsively to a variety of triggers in such different ways and..."
Not wanting to be rude, but also not wanting to let Sherlock ramble about the creation of personal preferences, you quickly shut him up with another kiss, sealing your lips together promptly, giving a sharp tug to his curls. It certainly earned you a moan of surprise and Sherlock seemed not entirely displeased about your decision, hands returning to your waist to keep you steady, maybe wanting to prevent you from slipping away, afraid of losing what he was just learning to enjoy, kissing hungrily and with the kind of fervour one didn't really expect him to have, every bit of what he had wanted to say forgotten.
Your mind ran quite blank too. You knew that you wanted and desired Sherlock, pressing further up to him, could feel heat pooling in your groin and knew that you were already aching for him within the restraints of your sweatpants, becoming painfully very aware of how you had decided to forego underwear altogether, meaning it was just a bit of fabric between you.
Starting to rock your hips atop Sherlock's lap, because you couldn't hold yourself back anymore, you figured you weren't the only one getting aroused, feeling his hardness trapped beneath the remaining clothing, soft groans leaving both your mouths as you ground down on his bulge, creating a friction that left neither of you unaffected.
"I need you, Sherl", you moaned against his lips, throwing the decision to take this slow out the window, too far gone at this point, wanting nothing more than to feel the man inside of you and ride him to the breaking point. You were so horny you almost whined as you moved atop of him and your obvious neediness seemed to render Sherlock speechless altogether, his gaze just as clouded with lust as he simply stared at you and you lost yourselves into each other, chests heaving hard, bodies melting together.
All he gave was a nod of consent and you started beaming with unrestrained joy, slipping off Sherlock's lap to come kneel on the bed, hands drifting up to the waistband of his pants. "Are you sure this is okay with you?", you still decided to ask. Even though the man had seemed consenting before, you'd rather have him be comfortable too.
Whereas you would have expected a snappy comment or an entire mass of words breaking loose over you, Sherlock remained rather quiet, nodding, the smallest 'Yes' slipping past his lips.
He seemed entirely enticed and you made sure to keep on looking at him, pulling the soft material down by the waistband and stripping him bare, carelessly throwing the clothing aside, once you had wrestled it down his legs.
To have him so exposed and naked before you was a sight to take in, letting yourself simply look at him for just a moment, your hands rubbing over those lean thighs.
"Fuck, you're gorgeous", you uttered, fingers gliding along the inner sides, brushing over wisps of hair, all the way up to his crotch, the hardening cock, taking the member into your hand, watching him twitch and grow in size. You would be lying if you said you hadn't thought about his cock after the first time, never been able to forget the sight, wishing to feel all of him inside.
"I...um... how do we do this?", Sherlock quietly asked, redness burning on his cheeks as his eyes were fixed on the sight before him, "How would you want me?"
"You lay down on your back, get comfortable and let me do the work", you advised and gave him a quick wink, watching Sherlock settle down almost immediately after your advise, more than eager. And wasn't it just the most perfect sight, his lean body atop the sheets, skin reddened with small blotches, traces of his arousal, his cock raging hard in the grasp of your hand, dark curls bedded on the pillow, dreamy look in his eyes as you looked at one another.
"There's... uh... lube and condoms in the bedside drawer", Sherlock muttered, like he didn't quite want to admit to it.
You shot him a pleased, but surprised expression. "Did you plan for this?", you wondered, reaching over to fetch anything you'd need from the drawer, "Or do you just keep them in your bedroom all the time?"
"I was certain that I had at least a seventy-eight percent chance you wouldn't refuse and since I have considered all possibilities that almost meant including the accomplishment of a sexual encounter, I thought it was best to be prepared just in case. As I have however opened up to you that I have no experience with sexual interactions, so no, I don't keep them here all the time, I've purchased them for this purpose... recently", Sherlock answered, his nervousness evidently easing again as he managed to speak mostly unaffected as he always did, the kind of rationality not unusual by any means.
"78 percent? You did the math and all, didn't you?", you grinned, using the moment to slide your own sweatpants off your hips, revealing your full nakedness to the man, whose eyes remained on you, widening, darkening, looking up and down your body, trying to seemingly capture every single little detail of you, lips parted and his pink tongue slipping through as he admired you.
At a lack for words, Sherlock just nodded, watching you return to him and slump down atop his lap again. You gave him a reassuring smile, reaching for those fine and skilled hands, placing them on your body as Sherlock remained a little taken aback, probably slightly overwhelmed with the sight and sensations alone. Though once he dared to begin touching you again, he got this look of fascination on his face, a spark in his eyes, tender touches on your thighs.
"Would you like to help me prepare?", you asked, knowing full well that with a curiosity like Sherlock's he would likely not refuse.
"I understand that it will make this more pleasurable for you, so yes, I think I'd like to", he agreed and you canted your hips forward, towards him, allowing Sherlock to reach out to you, trailing his fingers down your body, lower, across the expanse of your belly before slipping between your thighs, no doubt finding what they were searching for.
A heavy shudder surged through your body when he did, breath hitching in your throat as you felt fingertips circle your entrance. You knew the breach would initially feel unusual, not having had a partner in a long time and not being an avid user of sex toys either, but god, how you ached for him to touch you, how you wanted to just feel him. After adjusting his hand into a comfortable position for the both of you and slicking fingers up with lube, Sherlock slid one into you so easily that all worries were just leaving you at once.
You couldn't stop a moan from leaving your lips, even just one finger in, and wondered how much research Sherlock had actually done as you found yourself arching into his touch. It wasn't clumsy by any means, if a little more careful.
There was a pleasant tingle pooling low in your stomach, your arousal rising to indescribable heights in thorough interest of getting fucked, and your mind went blank when he pushed another finger into you, gently spreading you open with a passion.
"Fuck, Sherl, feels so good", you groaned, looking down at the man, who so gently and kindly fingered you open, like he wasn't doing this for the first time, like he wasn't a stranger to this at all, "Can't wait to have your cock inside of me."
While Sherlock did not seem to be one for dirty talk, remaining mostly quiet and fixed on you, he definitely seemed pleased with your reaction, urged on to continue his advances, fingers already sinking in deep and lord, he had these long and wonderfully skilled fingers that were certainly capable of finding the sweet spot. If you let him continue, he was no doubt going to make you cum like this. You were so obsessed with the feel of him already, bloody hell, his fingers alone, pressing further into his touch and technically begging to be fucked.
Trying to keep your right mind though, you thought it was best to request Sherlock to stop, knowing that as soon as you were going to ride his dick, it would all be over for you anyway.
The small break did you well as he withdrew his fingers again, not leaving you out of his sight for a moment. You shuffled back down on the man's lap, making sure to prepare Sherlock just as much, rolling a condom over his raging arousal, before drizzling a bit of lube on him, coaxing another grunt from him as you rubbed him up and down.
You weren't sure who was more gone on the other – yourself, cock-hungry and needy, positioning the tip of his hardness against your hole, already going crazy at the slightest nudge, or Sherlock, watching you with a dreamy and blissful look on his face, blushing hard, lips parted and breath stuck in his throat in anticipation as you eventually sank down on his cock, taking him all in, slowly.
Bodies combined, becoming one, groans and panting immediately merged into one as well.
"God, Sherl...", you mewled, filled out so sweetly. It felt just right. You began moving once used to the stretch of his length, fully sheathed within you, and tried to keep your gazes locked, save for taking in the entire sight of Sherlock once in a while – skin flush from arousal and the heat of the moment, his eyes attentive and almost adoring, full blown with desire, his chest heaving and sinking hard, hands almost trembling as he let them skim over your waist, your thighs and all he could reach.
"This feels very good", the detective acknowledged, only occasionally and shyly rocking his hips in time with your movements, seeming unsure and perhaps a bit overwhelmed with the sensations, "You feel very good."
You couldn't quite respond anything that would make sense and at a loss for words simply continued to move atop him, supporting your slow motions with hands perched flat against the man's stomach.
There was no need to talk about what was going on, neither for you nor for Sherlock, as unspoken truths were shared between you two, how well your bodies fit together, how good you felt and how much admiration you had for each other. You hadn't expected it to be like that, so intimate and fulfilling – to be honest, you hadn't even had expectations when it came to Sherlock anymore.
There was always this element of surprise about him, something unpredictable, and fairly said you hadn't even expected to get into this situation with him in the first place.
But there was this amount of comfort and trust that exuded Sherlock in the moment, being vulnerable with you, submitting to you, an unusual innocence sticking to him. It made you feel possessive of him and even more so, protective.
Though he never failed to surprise you.
While he had previously held back moving too much under you or daring to explore your body with more bold touches, he seemed to warm up to the idea of intimacy and sex, for that matter. Astonished by the suddenness of his motion, you couldn't hold back a gasp when Sherlock pushed himself into a seating position, sliding his arms around your waist to keep you steady on his lap, his cerulean eyes fixed onto you with curiosity as he observed your reaction, as you continued to ride him with long and deep strokes, one hand shooting up to support yourself on Sherlock's shoulder, the other drifting into his hair.
You swore you could hear him cuss under his breath, once tugging on his dark curls again, but since you were entirely overcome with a mass of different sensations and emotions, it really could have been anything he muttered. And all the same, you found it didn't matter.
Your mouths slid together again, tongues finding each other once more, and you rocked even harder into him, pulling on his hair over and over, wanting to elicit more sweet sounds from him, being rewarded with the most desperate whimper.
You were completely lost in one another, something you hadn't quite awaited, but very well welcomed. That was the thing about Sherlock, always seeming so put together, so closed off and shielded from the outside world, so focused on facts and information and logic - and yet he was far from all that. You only knew all that because he let you see.
Sherlock was sensitive, could be pried apart as easily as made whole again, he lost himself in the smallest things so quickly, searching for things to ease his thoughts and mind, prone to getting addicted to them. Emotions overwhelmed him and that's why he refused most human interaction.
But he wasn't refusing this, wasn't refusing you, because there was an unspoken trust between you. You didn't know where that trust stemmed from or how Sherlock truly felt about you, but this wouldn't be happening if he weren't convinced of you being trustworthy.
On the cusp of pleasure, you were both entirely gone, and all that mattered were the raw sensations, bodies sliding together, obvious heightened emotions pouring out between you.
Head buried in the crook of your neck, Sherlock was breathing hard, moaning into you skin, shaking in your hold as you continued to tug on his hair, causing him to twitch and whine and crumble apart under you.
You spoke the sweetest praises, words mangled with your own moans, your thighs trembling but still riding him with fervour, though you could sense your stamina failing you, could feel yourself being so close to the edge by the way your nerves tingled within your core, the way pleasure heightened immensely with each thrust, something building up, and yet you were only able to let go as Sherlock himself toppled over.
His entire body went tense, not to say rigid, tightening his hold on you like he was afraid of losing you altogether, a moaning and twitching mess as he was overcome by his own pleasure.
"You're doing so good, Sherl, so good for me", you found yourself whispering and it must have been a combination of all things going on, Sherlock falling apart and pulsating inside of you, keeping you seated on his cock with a tight hold, and being on the absolute verge of sexual excitement, that made your own orgasm hit, causing you take him exceptionally deep with one last thrust, rocking out waves of pleasure and arousal.
"Oh, Sherl, my Sherlock", you let out a heavy sigh, coming back to your senses fast, while the man still seemed a little absent, clutching onto you tightly, face pressed to your shoulder, where you could feel laboured breathing and an unexpected wetness against his skin.
You knew they were tears, but didn't mention it, stroking the back of his head with the comfort that Sherlock just needed, comfort that he often refused or wouldn't allow himself to get. Perhaps it wasn't even sadness, but relief washing over him, the sudden overwhelming feel of orgasming.
While his previous responsiveness to affections and especially praising had fired up a curiosity within you, it was this specific moment, just holding Sherlock so close and having him so vulnerable after just having sex with him, that caused your heart to swell as well as ache, mind heavy and clouded with so many thoughts and sensations rushing in.
You couldn't help but feel for him. For his sadness and loneliness and desperation, all things Sherlock would never admit to having, but all deeply rooted within him.
And you couldn't help but feel love. A love that shouldn't be, because that was not what you were to Sherlock. It was not the point of your care for Sherlock, it was not what his older brother was paying you for. It should not be the reason behind your thorough protectiveness of the man, behind you caring, behind... this and all you did for him. But it was. You couldn't shut it off.
Yes, you were Sherlock's caretaker and this shouldn't be happening.
You had already crossed the line of sentimentality and any professionalism by becoming his friend so early on. Any decision you had ever made for Sherlock's sake was painted by your friendship to him and therefore not logical but emotional.
It would be surprising to none that you had developed this love for the man and everything he was. Feelings couldn't be helped, of course not, and you doubted people close to the two of you were unaware of how much you actually liked him.
In the end, it wouldn't matter anyway.
Sherlock didn't feel and love like most people did, not to say that he couldn't, but the way he was and would always be simply differed from the mass – so it would be wise of you to expect nothing and accept things as they were.
And whether Sherlock Holmes could ever feel the same or something similar as you did for him, would perhaps forever remain a question unanswered.
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PAIRING: Idia Shroud x reader
SUMMARY: Recently your friends have found you seemingly more distracted- you payed more attention to your phone and would always sneak out at night to go who knows where- eventually, ( Ace) they all jumped to the conclusion that you were seeing someone. Now for the real question, who exactly was your partner??
INCLUDES; First years shenanigans, gender neutral reader, established relationship, 2nd Person POV, SFW, Crack-ish fluff
Additional Notes: Here's my part of the writing collab @dulcesiabits has hosted! this was tons of fun!!!
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"'s- all of this-" he gestured towards the chart
"- really necessary???" Epel questioned, raising his brow doubtfully at the redhead in question, the chart currently in front of them marking everyone at nrc who the prefect knows and has talked to.
"Hah?! What do you mean by that?! Of course it is!!" Ace huffed out, annoyed that none of them was getting it. "Y'know it's none of our business right?" Epel shot back, still skeptical about it all.
"-and besides, they would have told us if they were seeing anyone." Jack shrugged, finally voicing out his skepticism about the current situation at hand. Sebek nodded, along with deuce, all mutually agreeing that this was pointless, to Ace's dismay.
Ace let out a groan "Cmon guys! Why else would they be going out so often huh???? They barely even look at us anymore! they're always on their phone smiling!" He cried out, pointing to the chart, a determined frown on his face.
The rest of the group had started to look at each other, defeaning silence falling upon the once loud room.
"..."
"...."
"......"
"Well-...." the half fae started, his usual defeaning voice wavering. "I suppose...you are correct on that one, human. They did skip lunch with us today-" Sebek stated, trying to act unbothered, but it was evident on his face that he did miss your presence, even if just a bit.
"-And the day before that.." Deuce added, furrowing his eyebrows, pouting slightly.
"See?! And worst of all! they didn't tell us about it! I mean! We're their best friends! we should know this!" Ace yelled out, eyeing his two other friends Epel and Jack, who weren't as convinced.
"Well...I guess??? They have been on their phone more..." Epel mumbled under his breath.
Jack, (being the only sensible one) shook his head sighing.
"Well then, why not just ask them directly instead of-"
"No!!" Ace interrupted, a mischevious look on his face, pointing to the chart that he had prepared. "We'll snipe out everyone who had been talking to them more recently!" he concluded, snickering at his 'oh so genius plan'.
Jack grumbled, 'of course.' he thought to himself, an exasperated expression on his features.
Focusing at the chart in question, they all had started to discuss your potential partner, all sharing their theories and thoughts.
"..Riddle maybe..???" Deuce said, unsure of his own thoughts. You have been spending more time with him, he thought, counting back to all of the unbirthday parties you've personally helped him with, and how you two would study together sometimes.
"Ew!! no! Riddle??? Our housewarden?? No way." Ace grimaced, shuddering at the thought of you getting together with Riddle of all people. "Besides, they act like siblings! That'd be weird." He finished, shaking his head at even the slightest possibility of Riddle being your partner.
Epel sighed, marking an "x" on riddles face with a red sharpie. "That marks him out then" He said, looking at all of the people at nrc left.
Oh boy. This is gonna take a long while.
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A long, long hour has passed since their little investigation had started, all of them equally tired.
"Ugh- this is pointless!" Ace cried out, looking at the chart in front of them, various red marks scattered all over the list of people. "At this rate we should've just asked them!!" he sighed, his frown deepening.
"Geez- it's like...That wasn't what Jack suggested from the very beginning" Epel deadpanned, an exhausted look on his face, a headache forming from all of this romance-nonsense.
"Shush! Anyways- all we need to do is follow them till they lead us to the culprit!"
"Stop talking like they're datin' some criminal!"
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"...This is a bad idea..." Jack grumbled under his breath, ears drooping down as he frowned. "Shh! quiet down! they're gonna hear us!" Ace hissed in a hushed tone. Before the two could start bickering, they quieted down when they heard your voice accompanied with Grims cheers, now listening intently to the two of you.
"Nyahaha! I told ya he'd beat ya at that game! your artifacts 're nothing compared to him!"
Grim cheered, laughing at your loss as you
glared at him. "Aren't you supposed to be cheering me on?! You were even freaking out when I told you we were together!!" You cried out, exasperated by your friends behaviour. "Hmmm,, well! Yeah...But," He stroked his chin as if deep in thought and pointed his finger at you. "-He promised me he'd buy me tuna if he won! So I approve of him now!" He finished, snickering as you look at him as if you were about to commit murder.
Sighing, you defeatedly pulled out your phone when you heard your notifs go off.
Ping!
"You can always win next time ;) But your artifacts are just...sad,,,I can come there to get you better ones k?"
Ping!
"..I mean- given its only you and Grim there..Right????"
You read the message, a smile forming your features as you imagined Idia fumbling over his messages with a flustered look, laughing quietly you sent your boyfriend a response.
"Yep yep!! I'll set up the game rn!"
Read: 5:56PM
Putting your phone down, you were about to set up the equipment when you were interrupted by a loud voice.
"AHA!!!"
Ace was the first one to yell out, appearing suddenly inside your room as the others showed themselves as well. Causing you (and Grim) to shriek in terror.
"Ace?!!" You and Grim simultaneously yelled out as your clutched your shirt in an attempt to make your heart beat calm down.
"-And everyone else?! What are you even doing here??!" You questioned, the unexpected guests in your room now looking at each other with a guilty look on their face as you waited impaitently for an answer.
"Hah?? Shouldn't we be the one asking questions????" Ace narrowed his eyes at you, a betrayed expression painted on his face.
"Ehhh? what are you on about?" Grim shot back, confused (and annoyed) by his friends sudden appearance.
"You didn't tell us you had a boyfriend!" He replied offended, pointing his finger at you. Your eyes widened at the reply, making a silent "oh" with your mouth with Grim snickering at their reasoning.
"..Oh- I uh- never told you..???" You said sheepishly, looking at your friend group with a guilty expression. Ace nodded frantically as the others did as well. "Uh yeah! you've been skipping lunch with us- and ditching our hangouts, and worst of all you didn't even tell us why!" He cried out
"Wh- hey!! I did tell you guys!" You offendedly shot back at him
"Well..-You did say you were with a friend.." Deuce muttered, "Which was a lie!" Ace finished, refusing to look at you. Shaking your head at his antics, you simply stated that you were friends, until recently so. Causing him to gaze at your direction again. "Oh." Was all he said as the others glared at him. "Yeah- "oh." Now- was that all you wanted to talk about? I kinda have a-"
"Wait! you never told us who it was!" Deuce suddenly yelled, as Ace nodded his head approvingly. "We've sorta been guessin' for an hour now." Epel stated, embarrassed to admit what they've been doing for the past hour. Sebek was the one to yell out this time. "Human! You have yet to tell us who is courting you! I bet they aren't even worthy of you! Unless, of course they're Lord Malleus..B-but even so!"
Jack, being the only sensible one calmly asked
"Who are you dating, prefect?" He raised his brow, anticipating your answer.
"Oh- It's actually-"
Hearing the door open behind you, followed by a confused scream, everyone immediately turn their heads towards the person in question.
"Ah! Idia!! you're here!" You greeted him, apologizing for your friends sudden visit, knowing he likes being alone.
Grabbing his hand gently, you finished your sentence. "It's Idia!" You proudly stated, earning a confused "huh?!" from everyone as your boyfriend in question had melted from the intense glares of disbelief of your friends, now hiding behind you, his hair tinted in a shade of pink., overwhelmed by the chaos surrounding him.
"IT'S IDIA?!????"
They all yelled in unison as Ace slid to the ground, followed by Sebek shaking his head disaprovingly, Epel currently questioning your taste in men, Deuce congratulating you (even if he's still shocked) and Jack sighing exasperatedly at everyone.
Shaking your head at their antics, you return your focus onto Idia, who could only mutter out one thing;
"Idia.exe has malfunctioned."
"H-huh? Idia are yo-IDIA PASSED OUT!!!"
"MYAHHH!! THEY KILLED MY TUNA SUPPLIER!!!"
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Author's Notes: Man I thought writing for idia would be easy since I kin him sobs; I do love Idia vv much- Our local shut in deserves some love too! though I did get writers block halfway through, so I hope this is still a good read despite that!
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I have this AU that's been bouncing around in my head for weeks and I need opinions on it so. Yeah. Tell me what you think.
Also, for context, they're all about 17-20 in this AU. Details will come later if I decide to do anything with the idea.
Spock is a prince on Vulcan; their society is fairly similar to how it is in canon but certain elements of the pre-reform society remain, so it's more spiritual and there's a monarchy in place. Spock has accepted his role as heir to the throne after his brother's disappearance-- but he's always felt out of place. The monarchy carefully hides his half-human identity from the public, and every aspect of his life is intricately controlled. He's suffering, really, but in his mind it's for the good of his people.
Meanwhile, James Tiberius Kirk is a pirate living on a busted old space craft, having fun, sailing through the galaxy with his stressed best friend Leonard McCoy who regrets receiving military medical training every day of his life, their constantly high engineer buddy Montgomery Scott who keeps the ship from falling apart with duct tape and prayers, Hikaru Sulu who has hit on every person on the ship and slept with every alien they've come across, Pavel Chekov who is Sulu's very tired boyfriend who doesn't really do much but any suggestions that he should leave would be met with someone getting stabbed (they're in an open relationship for context dw Chekov is a manwhore too), and finally Nyota Uhura who was mostly just here to get a ride one time but she realized these stupid fucks needed a Lesbian with some braincells on board so she handles the logistics of their crimes.
The night before Spock is scheduled to marry a barely known noble girl named T'Pring, Kirk and his crew kidnap him for ransom, assuming it will just be another job. But, alas, Jim falls in love and won't let Spock go, not caring in the slightest that he has caused an interplanetary crisis mostly for his own amusement.
Tldr the dumbasses are dumb and I love them
Edit: The fic has been written!! See my pinned for the link :D
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