#so hey that was a much needed ego boost today

[tapucocoafgc]

Ah yes, I love when I actually get one important thing done but only because it's in the process of procrastinating on another important thing

[mournings-stars]

adam's wings

this is the adam smut i was talking about... it was originally gonna come after a mini fic but i couldn't figure out how to end the fic so yall can have this smut

all you need to know is adam's had a massive crush on the reader (fem!reader) for like 5+ years and in the last extermination her wings get got (poor you)

I'll publish the fic eventually but enjoy this man being pathetic and a switch (also i hardly write male smut so i hope it's good :))

Life without your wings was something you were just going to have to get used to. It was awful, for the most part, and when it wasn’t it was tolerable. Instead of flying, you and Lute walked in the mornings… you had to use stairs, and you had to ask for help getting things that were too high — of course, Adam liked when you asked him to get things. It boosted his already massive ego now that you were spending more time together. 

Instead of a yearly lunch and dinner after extermination with casual work conversation in between, you had lunch once a week and found yourselves talking often. 

Like today; you weren’t expecting anyone, but Adam brought it upon himself to come to your apartment. He appeared on your balcony, knocking on the glass doors impatiently until you opened them, confused. 

“Oh, it’s just you.”

“You could sound a little happier, dude,” he scoffed as he held out a bag. “I brought you food.”

“Sorry knocking at my window freaked me out, dude.” You rolled your eyes as you took the bag. “Are we having lunch together?”

Your excited face made him frown and you quickly understood that no, you were not having lunch because he was always busy doing the job you used to help with. 

“Hey, don’t look so down, angel.” He leaned down to kiss your cheek. “If you’re still up, I’ll stop by for dinner.”

“Just wake me up—“

“No can do, sugar tits,” you rolled your eyes at the nickname. “Doc says you still need rest.”

“Ugh! Fuck the doctor!” You tossed the food on your coffee table, making him yell “hey!” “Sorry.”

“I used my piss break to get you that!”

“I said sorry! I’m sorry. Thank you for the food.” He huffed, looking at the discarded bag. “Don’t be a baby.”

“You’ve been in such a fucking mood, babe.” He brought his hands to your hips, pulling you up against him. “What happened? You were doing fine without…” His hands traveled to your lower back, then further up, making you wince. “Have you been resting?”

“Don’t baby me. I don’t need rest — I need my fucking wings back—“

“Sh, sh, sh,” he cooed, head lowering to your neck. “Watch your fucking mouth.” The cool mouth of his mask grazed your skin as his fingers traced down the line of your spine, making you inhale sharply and arch toward him. He took that opportunity to hold you tighter. “I can make you feel better, angel… Do you want me to?” His lips pressed against your neck, much more tender than he would’ve liked, but he didn’t mind having to ease in. 

“How much longer is your break?”

“Ended five minutes ago, but who gives a shit?” He laughed as his kisses on your neck became more forceful. “I’ll tell them you needed my help… that you begged me to stay… I’ll say I couldn’t fucking resist you…” He licked a stripe up your neck, making you shudder. “I just had to help… It’s the angelic thing to do—“

“Adam.”

“Yeah, baby?” He was biting down on your neck. 

“Bedroom,” was all you had to say for him to suck the darkest fucking hickey onto your skin. 

“Fuck yeah, baby!” Before you could turn away from him, he lifted you up and took you to your room, setting you on the bed before you pulled him on top of you. You got his mask off as quickly as possible, accidentally leaving the horns, but you didn't care. 

“You look kinda sexy with horns,” you said as you pulled him down and pressed your lips to his. 

“Kinda?” He laughed into the kiss.

“Mmm… Really sexy.” He groaned when your hands caressed the horns, gripping them and forcing his head at the angle you wanted. “Yeah. I could get used to this.” 

“Don’t get cocky,” he warned, eagerly pushing his hips up against yours and shoving his tongue in your mouth with so much haste you had to pull back. 

“I don’t want a quickie today—” you started, speaking against his forceful lips. 

“Yeah, sure, angel, whatever you want,” he impatiently got his mouth back on yours, hands pulling you against him harshly.

“Stay with me today… You can work from home, right?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll come up with something. Just shut up.” But then he paused. “Home?” He asked. “With you?”

It was times like these where you remembered he’d been crushing on you for at least five years. You laughed. “Figure of speech, darling—“

“Oh, right, right.” He was quick to get his mouth back on yours. 

“But…” You tried to speak between kisses. “I wouldn’t mind — you — coming home — to me every night — like this—“

“You’re making me hard as fuck. Stop talking.” You did as he asked, but reached your hand down to grope him. Before you could, he grabbed your hand and shook his head. “Not yet,” he said quickly before bringing his mouth back to your neck to suck bruises on to. 

But you wanted to touch him, and as your half-lidded eyes looked at what you could touch, your hands reached for his golden wings. Your fingertips stroked the tops of them, feeling just how delicate they were. They were soft, fragile, and utterly beautiful. Your hands traveled down to the base of them, fingers tracing around the feathers with gentle pressure. 

Adam froze on top of you, cutting off his kisses with a strained moan as he shuddered, hips jerking and eyes fluttering. “F-ah-fuck, oh my… fuck,” he whined as you continued your gentle touches to his wings. His hands gripped you harder, hard enough to bruise, but you didn’t care when you had his head buried in the crook of your neck as he whined in your ear, hips thrusting up against nothing to try and get some kind of relief. “Baby… your gonna — fuck — you gotta stop — it’s — ah, fuck.” He was trying to push your hips down so he could at least grind against you as you tortured him like this, but he couldn’t pull himself together enough to get it right. 

“Shh, baby, I got you… You like that?” He sunk his teeth into your shoulder when you spoke, moaning against you. “Let me help,” you laughed, stopping momentarily to get his and your robes off. 

He couldn’t even give you foreplay if he wanted to right now. He just needed to be inside you. 

That’s exactly what you let him do. You got both your undergarments off as he lazily kissed your shoulder and reached down, guiding him between your legs. You inhaled, moaning when he pushed his cock inside of you, filling you up and making his hips twitch with how wet and ready you were for him. Your legs went around his waist as he rocked his hips and your hands went back to his back. 

As soon as you touched his wings again, his hips were snapping against yours and he was muttering incoherently, “fuck, baby.” “Needa be inside you.” “So good.” “Want you even more.” “Don’t stop.”

When you started whining in his ear as he buried himself inside you just to grind against you, massaging that soft spot just above your cervix and making your cunt tighten around him, he completely lost it. He didn’t hold back on his loud moaning, desperate licking, or harsh biting for anything. He left your neck, shoulders, and collarbones a discolored mess as his hands found your breasts and groped. He pinched your nipples, rolling and twisting harsh enough to get you arching into him, but gentle enough to make sure he didn’t hurt you. 

“You’re all mine,” he panted into your neck, kissing up to your cheek in an effort to find your lips. “No one else can have you… You can’t — ah — you can’t let anyone else touch you. I’d have to fucking kill them,” that, he said clear as day, making you moan his name. “No one’s ever gonna hurt my angel again… Never.” Finally, his mouth found yours and his rough kisses had you gasping for breath as if he’d just threatened you and not the entire world outside of this room. 

His hips didn’t stop, but the more you felt up his wings, the sloppier he got. “Fuck,” he groaned, voice hoarse. “Need more of you.” He brought one hand by your head, pushing himself up and getting your dangerously pleasuring hands away from his wings as his other hand went between you and pulled your hips up. He pulled his hips back before thrusting into you, making your eyes roll back as you turned to the side to bury your face in your pillow. “There it is.” He held you in place, hitting that same spot with each thrust and making you tighten around him. “That's it… That's my girl.” 

You fisted the sheets, moaning loudly into your pillow. Adam grabbed you by the neck, using his fingers to turn your head toward him. “Let me hear you,” he said, voice still whiny from the way you were touching him and making your stomach flutter. “You’ve been feeling me up this whole fucking time, it’s time for my reward, yeah?” You nodded, never breaking eye contact, and he smiled. “Good fucking girl.”

His hand went down to your hips, resting on your lower stomach and pressing down to make you groan. His thumb moved to your clit, pressing down to feel you pulse against him. He laughed. “I knew you fucking needed me. Little attitude’s all fucking gone now, huh?” He circled his thumb, thrusting into you at the same excruciatingly slow pace. “Thought you’d have me like this, didn’t you, angel? All fucking pathetic.”

“Fuck you—“ You whined, trying to sound mad and failing — how he’d completely flipped the situation was beyond you, but you didn’t care when you felt like this. Of course, that wouldn’t stop you from running your mouth. (Or getting him back later).

“Shut up and take it, bitch— oh! Shit, that was kinda mean. Fuck, sorry babe.” He leaned down, kissing you quick and making you laugh as your hands reached up to his face to keep kissing him. “I didn’t mean that.” But when you kept laughing, he quickly told you to, “shut up,” again, then, “you sound really fucking pretty, so don’t actually.”

“Adam,” you warned, hand reaching down toward his wings. “You’re the one that needs to shut up—“

“No fucking way.” He grabbed your hands and pinned them above your head, picking his pace back up and making the bed knock against the wall with how rough he was being. “You and your pretty little hands are dangerous, angel… Gotta put you back in your place.” He brought his hand to the back of your thigh, pushing it up by your side to get even deeper. 

That and so he could watch your cunt taking him. His gaze alone made your legs shake, your moaning picking back up. He got the hint, pushing himself deeper and grinding against you until you were so tight around him that he could hardly move.

But he did anyway, fucking into you harder and faster as his hands held your squirming hips still. He moaned at the way you tightened around him, your hands pushing at his hips to get him to stop overstimulating you as you came, but that did nothing but turn him on as you moaned his name like a fucking prayer, back arching and hips writhing on the sheets as your hands settled to grip his wrists and your eyes shut in pure bliss. 

“Shh, baby, I got you,” he mocked your words from earlier, making your eyes screw shut as you tightened around him again. That made him shudder, his hips twitching as he thrusted sharply, his orgasm filling you up and dripping out of you as his eyes shut and hands moved to grip yours, pinning them to the bed. 

He pulled out slowly, watching his cum spill out of you with a cocky smile. “Fuck, you look good like this,” he said, hands squeezing yours. “How’s it feel having the—“

“If you say anything about your ‘first dick,’ I’ll kill you,” you said breathlessly, cutting him off before he could start and making him roll his eyes. “But… it feels really fucking good—“ “That’s my fucking girl!”

[cinnabunwanda]

We shouldn't be doing this ･ ｡ﾟNatasha Ramnoff

content warning — Smut, Shower Sex, Degration Kink, Mommy Kink, Angst

pairing — Fem Reader X Natasha Romanoff

summary — Steve, an avenger, faces tension with his girlfriend Natasha at a shindig. Wanda suggests they make a great couple, but the protagonist refuses. Natasha admires their friendship, asks to fuck him, and makes him feel vulnerable.

word count — 6.0k

Life as an avenger was a constant rollercoaster of danger and responsibility. One day, we could be on the hunt for an Alien threatening to destroy the world, and the next we could be in a high-level meeting discussing how to utilize our powers and resources for the good of humanity.

But even superheroes needed a break, and when we did get some time off, the team liked to spend it together. Tonight was one of those rare occasions.

"What's on the agenda tonight?" I asked Tony, always the mastermind behind our group outings.

"Well, my dear comrades, I have decided to throw a little shindig for us. Drinks, dancing, games...the whole nine yards," he grinned mischievously at all of us.

"The crew? Are you twelve years old?" Bucky teased him.

"Hey now, don't be boosting his ego too much. He's ancient," Sam chimed in with a sly smile.

"Says the man born in the 20s," Tony retorted playfully.

"Well, if Nat's going then count me in," I declared, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge.

"Actually, Nat won't be joining us tonight. We have a date," Steve announced proudly, looking at his girlfriend with adoration in his eyes.

Natasha looked back at him with confusion written all over her face. Clearly, she had no idea about this so-called date Steve had planned.

Tony shot me a look that said "uh-oh, trouble." I couldn't help but stifle a laugh at his expression, but when everyone turned to look at me, I quickly diverted my attention to my water bottle.

"Nat is a grown woman capable of making her own decisions," I spoke up honestly after disposing of my empty bottle.

I was sick and tired of Steve treating Natasha like he owned her. She was my best friend and under no one's spell. I couldn't understand what she saw in him, especially since they were always bickering, but I admired her for standing up to him. His mind was still stuck in the 20s.

"Stay out of my relationship," Steve snapped at me, his tone harsh and accusatory.

"Don't talk to her like that!" Natasha slammed her hands on the table, her voice filled with frustration.

"What did you just say?" Steve's anger was evident in his eyes.

"You heard me. Don't. Talk. To. Her. Like. That," Natasha spat back at him.

And so it began, another argument between the two of them. Tony, Bucky, and Sam quickly made their escape, and I attempted to do the same, but Natasha called out my name, causing me to pause and turn back towards them.

"Why do you always drag her into our problems? Leave her out of this," Steve shouted at Natasha.

"I'll involve whoever I want to. You don't own me, Steve. I'm sick of this bullshit," Natasha shot back fiercely.

I wanted nothing more than to leave and take a nice hot shower to escape the tension in the room. I speed-walked down the hallway but bumped into Wanda along the way. She smiled sympathetically at me before glancing down the hallway where we could still hear Nat and Steve going at it.

"They're fighting again? What happened now?" Wanda asked in disbelief.

"I know, can you believe it's already the fourth time today? Tony was planning a team get-together and Nat said she would go, but then Steve said she couldn't, and well...you can hear how that turned out," I explained, nodding my head towards the source of the commotion down the hall.

Wanda sighed and shook her head in exasperation before turning back to face me.

"You and Nat would make a great couple, you know," she shrugged nonchalantly.

"Excuse me? Me and Nat? No way. She's Nat, and besides, she's my best friend," I laughed off the suggestion.

"Y/n, your thoughts are too loud to hide from me. Just something to think about," Wanda said with a knowing smile before walking away.

As I continued on my way to the shower, I couldn't help but wonder if Wanda was right. Maybe there was more to my feelings for Natasha than just friendship. But for now, all I wanted was a peaceful evening without any drama or arguments.

As I walked away from her, a thin smile graced my lips in response to her comment about my secrets. With each step, the sound of my feet hitting the ground echoed through the hallway. Suddenly, I heard her voice ring out behind me.

"I KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT EVERYONE, DON'T WORRY!" she shouted after me.

Ignoring her, I sent her a defiant middle finger and continued on my way to my room. Once inside, I quickly gathered all of my shower essentials and headed into the bathroom. Stripping off my clothes and tossing them carelessly into a corner, I was interrupted by the sudden intrusion of someone barging into my room.

"Ugh, this better be important. I'm about to take a shower," I called out irritably.

To my surprise, it was Natasha standing in front of me with a weight seemingly lifted off her shoulders. Concerned, I wrapped a towel around my body and stepped out into my room to face her.

"Hey, are you okay?" I asked gently.

Without hesitation, she scanned me up and down with clear admiration in her eyes. Our friendship had always been like this - playful flirtation and pretending to be each other's girlfriends to ward off unwanted advances from guys.

"Eyes up here, Romanoff," I warned as her gaze lingered on my chest.

"Kiss me," she stated bluntly.

I hesitated for a moment, knowing that she had a boyfriend and not wanting to complicate things between us.

"Nat...as much as I would love for you to...you know...fuck me...you have a boyfriend and I don't want to-"

"Y/n, listen. Steve and I aren't together anymore. So please just let me fuck you until you can't walk," she said earnestly, looking directly into my eyes.

I couldn't help but feel conflicted as she leaned in and pressed her lips against mine. They were just as soft and inviting as I remembered, and I couldn't resist kissing her back. Lost in the moment, we stumbled towards the bathroom, our hands desperately tugging at each other's clothes.

Once inside, Natasha pulled away from me with a mischievous smirk on her face.

"Let's get rid of these," she said playfully, gesturing to my towel.

"I like them where they are," I teased back, unable to take my eyes off of her.

"Baby, I thought you wanted me to fuck you," she pouted, running her fingers along my jawline.

"I do," I whined, feeling more turned on by the second.

"Well then, let's remove this obstacle," she whispered seductively before nibbling on my ear as she tugged on my towel.

"Mmmh, I think you're right, Natty," I replied breathlessly.

In one swift motion, she pulled down my towel so that I was standing fully naked in front of her. Her eyes roamed over my body with hunger and desire, making me feel small and vulnerable under her intense gaze.

"You are going to be so much fun," she murmured, tracing her finger lightly over my chest before pushing me into the shower.

As the warm water cascaded over my body, I couldn't help but let out a slight moan. Natasha stepped in behind me and pressed her body against mine, her lips crashing onto mine once again. As our tongues tangled and hands roamed freely over each other's bodies, I couldn't believe what was happening. And as she pinned me against the wall of the shower and continued to ravish me with kisses and touches, I knew that this would be a night to remember.

The hot steamy shower added so much passion into our little hookup. It made everything way more hotter than normal. The way Natasha's red hair looked as the water trickled down her body was a sight I will never forget.

She placed her hands on my thighs and tapped on them. She picked me up and I wrapped myself around her waist. I began to try and grind myself to try get some sort of friction which worked for a minute as I grinded myself on her abs but when she realised what I was doing she stopped me

"Such a desperate little whore aren't you? Look at you so pathetic trying to get yourself off by using my abs" she degraded me

I could feel myself get wet at her choice of words. I was dumbfounded and my moth couldn't even form words.

"You like that? You like it when I call you a whore baby?" She smiled evilly at me

There definitely was a pool between my legs at this point. She kept staring into my eyes when she spoke to me which made it harder to keep eye contact when she was saying these hypnotising things

"Answer me slut" she snarled

"Ye-yes mommy I do" I replied with a smirk once I pulled myself together

She wore her famous smirk on her face as she stared into my eyes. "Mommy? God I love that" she smirked

She began to attack my body with kisses. Sucking,biting and leaving marks all along my neck,chest shoulders you name it she marked it. She slammed us against the wall and I slowly got off her waist moaning quietly at her marking my body

She placed her knee between my thighs so my pussy was resting on her knee. She pushed it up hard causing me to moan loudly and my moan echoed around the room I quickly covered my mouth but Nat grabbed my wrist and removed my hand from my mouth

"I want to hear those pretty moans, go on scream shout let everyone know that Starks golden child is being fucked by the black widow" she said with lust in her eyes and voice

She gripped both of her hands on my waist and began to harshly push my hips into her knee. The pleasure shot through my body sending shivers down my spine.

"GOD NAT" I moaned loudly

She smirked wildly at me and began to slow down. Which was horrible I needed a release the knot that once was in my stomach had disappeared. My head was resting on Natasha's shoulder.

"Ple-please Nat I NEED you" i panted

"What, you have me what more could you want" she slowed down even more

"Mommy please your killing me" I breathed out

"Such a little slut aren't we? Be a good girl and beg for it" she instructed me

"Please please mommy let me finish all over your knee, I will be a good girl-please mommy" I begged

"Go on get yourself off I want to watch you" she smirked at me

She let go of my hips and I began to grind myself down onto her knee. It felt so good, moans began to fall out of my mouth. I picked up the paste and I could feel my tits bouncing as I moved up and down on her. I had my eyes shut and I threw my head back in pleasure when she flexed her leg.

I opened my eyes and seen Natasha was fingering herself. God it was hot. I shoved 3 of my fingers in her and she moaned

"YES Y/N RIGHT THERE" I picked up the pace

I could feel the knot in my stomach again. I was so close. I could tell Natasha was too by the way she was pulsing on my fingers.

"I'm so close mommy" I moaned

Natasha's moans echoed through the bathroom as I thrust a fourth finger inside of her without warning. Her legs flexed and she threw her head back, lost in pleasure. I quickened my pace, my body on the verge of climaxing.

"PLEASE NAT, I CAN'T HOLD IT!" I cried out, overcome with desire. "Cum on me," she moaned in response.

The sound of our passionate encounter filled the small bathroom, but in that moment, we didn't care who could hear us. My fingers continued to move inside of Natasha as she reached her peak, her release coating my hand.

We collapsed against each other, panting and exhausted. I rested my head against her neck and she nestled hers into mine, peppering light kisses along my skin.

"Holy- fuck," she panted between breaths. "That was...the best shower of my life."

I breathed out a laugh and nodded in agreement. But just as we were starting to relax and catch our breath, Natasha reminded me that we had plans for the evening.

"We should get ready for tonight. That is, if you're still going..." I told her hesitantly.

"Y/n, if you're going, I am going," she said with a smile.

I bit my lip nervously and flashed a shy smile in return. We exited the shower and wrapped towels around our bodies before parting ways to get dressed. As I put on my favorite red dress, revealing just enough cleavage to make it daring yet elegant, Wanda burst into my room with excitement.

"Oh my God!" she squealed. "Natasha and Steve broke up!"

My acting skills came into play as I pretended to be shocked and happy by this news. Wanda bought it completely.

"No way! Really? You're not joking with me?" I exclaimed.

"I wouldn't do that to you!" She laughed. "How did you find out?"

"I overheard Steve telling Bucky," she informed me.

"I thought Natasha and I were the spies here, not you witchy," I teased her.

"That's not the only thing you and Natasha are," she smirked.

"What are we, Wanda?" I turned to face her.

"Each other's future wives," she smirked again.

I rolled my eyes playfully while trying to hide my blush. But Wanda was right, there was definitely something special between Natasha and me.

"You look beautiful, by the way. Is that for Vision?" I joked with a wink.

"Shut up, I can dress up for myself, you know!" Wanda shook her head in mock annoyance.

"Mmhm, yeah, but that dress is new and I know you wouldn't wear it unless you were planning to impress him," I teased as we linked arms and made our way down the hallway.

"Well, I could say the same. We both know a certain spy's favorite color is red," Wanda joked back as we walked.

"But how do you know I'm not trying to impress you? Your favorite color is red too," I responded with a sly smile.

"Well, if that's the case..." she smiled mischievously and we both burst out laughing.

As we entered the main room, still giggling about our love lives, we noticed that it was practically empty except for Tony, Maria, Steve, Vision, and Natasha.

"Well, isn't this quite the party," Wanda quipped at Tony as we approached the small group.

My laughter echoed through the spacious room as I stood with Wanda, trying to decide who to talk to first. There were so many people to choose from in this tower, and we were all gathered here for some unknown reason. "You two give it up," Tony commented, rolling his eyes. "People are coming, unlike you two. Some of us have lives outside of this tower." Maria smirked at me, her gaze lingering on my face. "Well, Y/n certainly does," she said suggestively. "What are you on about, Ms. Hill?" Vision asked curiously. "From the looks of it, Y/n has had some fun recently," Maria grinned, gesturing towards my neck.

Suddenly, everyone's attention turned to me. What was Maria talking about? Wanda slapped my arm playfully. "Miss Y/L/N! What is that on your neck?" she gasped. "It appears to be a hickey, I believe," Vision stated loudly. "WHO HAS A HICKEY?!" Sam's voice boomed as he and the rest of the group descended down the stairs. "Y/N!" Maria exclaimed, causing everyone to focus their attention on me.

I blushed furiously as they began to bombard me with questions. "When did this happen?" Bucky smirked mischievously. "Doesn't matter, it's none of anyone's business," I replied coolly as I sat down on the couch and grabbed a beer from the cooler.

"Okay, so it had to be recently, like in the last 2-3 days," Carol calculated, her eyes scanning my appearance. Tony looked disgusted while Bruce seemed uncomfortable and kept shifting in his seat.

"But Y/n doesn't leave the compound," Wanda announced defensively. "I do too!" I defended myself, feeling slightly hurt by their disbelief.

"I mean, she clearly does," Rhodes pointed at my neck accusingly. "Can we stop talking about this?" I asked, feeling embarrassed and uncomfortable.

"Yeah, please, can we?" Tony pleaded, looking like he was about to have a heart attack. "But-" Vision started to say.

"Yes, Vis?" Wanda interrupted him. "If Y/n went out and had intercourse with another person...well, that's impossible," Vision stated matter-of-factly.

"How is it impossible?" I asked, confused by his statement. "You haven't left the compound in 4 days apart from that mission, and unless you slept with someone from Hydra 4 days ago, plus the fact that those hickeys look somewhat fresh...it's impossible that you had intercourse elsewhere...plus-" Vision was suddenly cut off by a loud outburst from Tony.

"STOP! STOP! THAT'S ENOUGH!" Tony yelled, causing everyone to turn their attention towards him. I could see the shock on Rhodey's face as he exclaimed, "Stark, seriously?! She's half your age!"

My eyes went wide as I realized what they were all hinting at. "Ewww, no! No, we didn't," Tony defended himself quickly.

"Stop it now, please," I begged as I placed my hands over my face in embarrassment.

Tony stood up abruptly and walked over to the bar, while Natasha sat smirking and sipping her beer. Bruce also seemed preoccupied with Nat, which wasn't unusual since they were close friends. "Wait, so Y/n brought someone to her room and slept with them?" Carol looked around at the group.

"It isn't anyone here," I said quickly, trying to deflect the attention away from myself.

"I'm going to join Tony at the bar," Bruce announced suddenly, trying to make a quick escape. But Carol and Maria stopped him. "You know something, Brucey. What is it?" Maria interrogated him.

"Leave the poor guy alone," Nat defended him, giving Bruce a reassuring glance.

"Come on, aren't you dying to find out who she slept with?" Carol asked Nat eagerly.

"Of course I am, but we all know Mr. Anger over here gets uncomfortable easily," Nat teased back, causing Maria and Wanda to laugh.

"Oh, Witchy Witchy," Maria smirked at Wanda, who responded with an equally mischievous grin as she slowly walked over to Bruce.

I could see the worry in Bruce's eyes as he sent a quick glance my way. Fuck, he must have overheard something. I gave him a questioning look, hoping he knew something that could explain this situation. He looked away, his expression filled with concern. Damn, he definitely heard something.

With a sudden burst of energy, Sam practically leapt 6 feet in the air, exclaiming, "HE KNOWS WHO IT IS!"

"NO- GUYS I DONT," he quickly defended himself as everyone turned to look at him.

"DO IT NOW WANDA," Bucky smirked at her, urging her to reveal the identity.

I glanced at Nat and Bucky, who were sitting closely beside each other. Dread filled me as I realized that soon everyone would know.

"Guys, who actually cares who she slept with?" Steve groaned, clearly annoyed by the situation.

"Everyone apparently," Nat shot back, glaring at him. "Well Tony doesn't, nor do I," he began to walk away.

"Well you would care," Bruce murmured quietly under his breath.

"What was that Brucey?" Wanda smirked playfully. "Hmmmmm?" He acted dumb, but we all knew what he had said.

"Let him go guys please, this is embarrassing for me. It's my life, not yours," I pleaded with them, trying to diffuse the tension.

But my efforts were in vain as Wanda's smirk grew wider and red wisps of energy emanated from her hands. She was reading Bruce's mind. Suddenly, she gasped and Bruce quickly ran to Tony, apologizing frantically.

"I'M SO SORRY Y/N!" he shouted over his shoulder as he rushed away.

"OH MY GOD," Wanda smirked at me, her eyes glinting mischievously. "WHO IS IT?"

"WITCHY TELL US!" Maria exclaimed, unable to contain her excitement.

Wanda paused for a moment before announcing with a sly smile, "It's someone in this room."

The group erupted into a frenzy of questions, desperate to uncover the truth. Maria gasped in shock while Carol couldn't hide her curiosity.

"Okay, who was getting it on with Y/n?" Sam's wide smirk displayed his eagerness to know.

"It could be a girl," Natasha pretended it wasn't her and shrugged nonchalantly.

"That's funny," Steve commented, clearly uncomfortable with the topic.

"So what if it is a girl, Steve? It's my body, not yours," I deflected his judgmental comment.

"Well, it's wrong," he argued back, causing me to roll my eyes in frustration.

"Wanda..." Maria turned to her, hoping she would reveal more information.

I gave Wanda a pleading look, but she shook her head at me. Little witch.

"I'll give you all a hint: their favorite color is red," Wanda began, enjoying the power she held over everyone's thoughts.

"Okay, so that rules out Sam and Nat. Plus, we already established that it isn't Tony or Natasha," Maria listed off potential suspects in the room.

Vision looked relieved at being cleared as a suspect, and I couldn't help but find it cute in that moment. But then reality hit once again.

"Okay, to cut ties. Sam had no clue, so that's him out," Clint suggested logically. "And let's be real, we all know he wouldn't be able to pull Y/n anyway."

Sam was highly offended by this insinuation and tried to argue his case, but I quickly shut him down. Natasha smirked at me for turning him down while the rest of the group joined in on teasing him.

"Well then that leaves two possibilities: Bucky's exes Nat and Steve," Bucky stated matter-of-factly. My heart sank at the thought of either of them being involved.

Steve was busy chatting with Tony and Bruce at the bar, completely unaware of the conversation happening right next to them.

"Well, it has to be one of them. Maybe they used Y/n as a rebound since they just broke up," Carol suggested, causing me to feel even more upset.

"I'm not some lousy one night stand," I interjected, feeling hurt by the words being thrown around.

"Are we correct that it is one of them, Wanda?" Vision asked politely, trying to move the conversation along.

"Yes, you are," she confirmed with a mischievous smirk.

"Well, I could be right then," Carol shrugged her shoulders confidently.

"You really think that?" I asked sadly.

"Well, I mean, it is strange that they broke up and whoever it is ran to you. Maybe they did it as a way to get back at Steve for something," Carol said without thinking.

I sat there in shock as Maria slapped her on the arm for her insensitivity.

"My money is on Steve. He's always had a thing against Y/n and it would make sense if it was an enemies-to-lovers situation," Sam boomed confidently.

"Nah, I think it has to be Nat. If we're going off of what Carol said, she would want to get under Steve's skin by sleeping with his best friend who he dislikes," Thor chimed in with his own theory.

Everyone began agreeing with Thor and even I couldn't help but consider their theories. After all, Nat and Steve were always on-again-off-again. But the thought of either one of them using me as a pawn in their love triangle made my stomach churn.

As I looked at her, my heart ached and tears began to fill my eyes. She was about to say something before she was stopped by Tony's outburst.

"STOP IT! Can't you all see what this is doing to her? Look at her, she is on the verge of tears. You are all making her feel like a piece of shit, like some cheap hooker," Tony defended me passionately.

I looked up and saw Bruce standing next to him, offering his support. Tony protectively placed his hands on my shoulders while Bruce sat beside me, gently placing his hand on my knee in an attempt to comfort me.

"You should all be ashamed of yourselves. We have all gone to Y/n with our secrets at one point or another, and she has never said a word. Is this how you want to repay her? By speaking about her personal life with such lack of empathy?" Bruce's tone was harsh as he scolded the group.

A tear streamed down my face, which I quickly wiped away as everyone's eyes turned to me. I could feel their gaze, but some were shamefully looking at the ground. Without warning, I felt someone wrap their arms around me from behind - it was Natasha.

"Well, I'm telling you now it wasn't me," Wanda spoke up with a smile.

I wrapped my arms around her, taking in her comforting scent. She truly gave the best hugs. As I cried softly into her shoulder, all the hurtful thoughts and accusations that had been swirling in my mind disappeared.

"It's okay, you're okay," she whispered softly to me.

But suddenly, everything came flooding back as I remembered what they had done. "No, please get off of me," I pushed Wanda away and stood up.

Feeling disgusted and betrayed, I walked away from the group. Carol was right; Natasha had used me to get under Steve's skin, and he watched me leave with a smug grin on his face - I could see it from a mile away.

From Natasha's point of view, Y/n had just stormed out of the main hall. As she looked at the rest of the group, they all wore expressions of guilt. Anger rose up in Natasha like never before.

"Baby, did you do this to make me jealous?" Steve approached her.

"Don't fucking call me that," Natasha snapped at him.

"In fact, I don't want any of you to even call me your friend anymore. None of you are my friends after what you did tonight. The only people who I consider friends are Tony and Bruce. The rest of you are just horrible colleagues that I have to put up with," she yelled at them.

"Nat, we're sorry. We didn't think she would..." Wanda started to apologize, but Natasha cut her off.

"Out of all the people, you were the last person I expected to do this to her - to us," Natasha said, disappointment evident in her voice.

"Actually, no, scratch that. I didn't think any of you would be so cruel. But here we are. So since you all are dying to know - YES, I slept with Y/n. And NO, Carol, it wasn't to get back at Steve. It was because I genuinely love her with every piece of my body, and I would die for her. It was the best experience I've ever had because I was with someone who truly cares not only for me but for everyone around her. Y/n would go to hell and back for any one of you. So fuck you all," Natasha stormed out.

She went to her room and slammed the door shut behind her. Frantically changing into her comfortable pajamas, she grabbed Y/n's favorite hoodie which always goes missing when she's away on missions. Determined to fight for her and prove her love, Natasha left her room and went down to find Y/n's room. She had to show her girl that she was willing to go to great lengths for their love.

Your POV

The weight of disappointment and hurt settled heavily on my chest. With a heavy heart, I trudged to my room, eager to shed the facade of happiness that I had worn all day. Taking comfort in soft, loose clothes, I wiped away the thick layer of makeup and let myself succumb to tears.

As I lay in bed, memories of Natasha and the events of the day flooded my mind. How could I have been so naive? Of course she slept with me as a way to get back at Steve. The realization stung like a fresh wound.

But amidst the pain and betrayal, one moment stood out - our encounter in the shower. For a brief moment, she had smiled at me with genuine affection before kissing me again. Was it all just a ploy to manipulate me?

My thoughts spiraled into self-doubt and anger towards my friends, especially Wanda for exposing my vulnerability and feelings for Natasha.

"Why did I trust her?" I cried to myself.

A knock on my door interrupted my thoughts, but I ignored it. Using my powers to lock the door, I refused to let anyone in unless it was Bruce or Tony. But they persisted and eventually picked the lock.

Ready to defend myself with my magic, I sat up on the bed as they entered. To my surprise, it was Natasha who walked in with a gentle expression on her face.

"Did you not hear me? Last time I checked, you're not Tony or Bruce," I sniffled, trying to regain composure.

"I may not have a clean record like them, but I promise you, I'm not here to hurt you," she spoke softly as she approached me.

"Nat, please just go away," I pleaded.

"You'll have to make me if you want that to happen," she challenged with determination in her eyes.

I braced myself, ready to use my powers against her despite my reluctance to do so. But her words and gaze softened me, and I slowly dissipated the energy ball in my hands.

"That's it, Natasha. It's just me," she whispered, sitting at the end of my bed with a familiar hoodie in her hand - my favorite one.

But even the comfort of my cherished item couldn't ease the disgust I felt towards myself. "Giving me this hoodie won't change how I feel about what happened," I told her bitterly.

Her face fell at my harsh words, and for a moment, I regretted lashing out. But I pushed away any guilt and continued, "Why wouldn't I be disgusted? You slept with me to spite Steve, and now everyone sees me as a cheap whore you use when you need a boost."

Tears welled up in her eyes as she asked softly, "Is that how little you think of me?"

I paused, realizing I had let my hurt and anger cloud my judgment. "You're not denying it, so yes, I did think that lowly of you – no, wait, that's not true." My voice cracked with emotion. "I don't want to believe that about you."

"Y/n, listen to me. I didn't sleep with you to get back at Steve. I don't care about his opinion. But I care about yours," she pleaded with sincerity etched on her features.

She gazed into my eyes, her expression filled with sincerity and love. "You're not some cheap hooker or a whore, Y/n. I slept with you because I have real feelings for you. I couldn't resist acting on them the first chance I got," she confessed to me.

I felt a lump form in my throat as her words touched my heart. I was about to respond when she silenced me with a gentle kiss. My body responded instantly, melting into her touch. She pulled away after a few seconds, leaving tears in my eyes.

"Why the tears?" she asked, cupping my face in her hands.

"I'm sorry for what I said earlier, Nat. It wasn't fair of me to judge you like that," I apologized, my voice trembling with emotion.

"Don't worry about that. I'm okay. Let's talk about it and I'll help you through it, if you want me to," she reassured me, rubbing my cheek tenderly.

I couldn't shake off the looks of judgement from everyone at the party. They made me feel dirty and ashamed. I know some of it may have been in my head, but Carol's words really got to me and made sense. I had been suppressing my feelings for Nat for so long, thinking they were wrong and that no one would accept us. But then we shared that moment in the shower and it felt right, until Carol's words brought all my doubts rushing back.

"Fuck it. I'm so in love with you," I blurted out, tears streaming down my face now.

Nat looked at me with so much love in her eyes that it made my heart swell with emotion. I wrapped my arms around her tightly and buried my head in her shoulder while she drew soothing patterns on my back.

"Thank you for listening to me," I mumbled against her.

"Hey, it's what I'm here for," she replied sweetly.

We pulled away and I took the jumper from her lap and put it on. She chuckled at me and I pulled her into my bed, pulling the covers over us. We both decided to keep our relationship private, but not a secret.

"You looked breathtaking tonight," Nat complimented me, her eyes filled with admiration.

"Thank you. The dress was for you," I blushed, feeling suddenly self-conscious.

"But I have to say, you are effortlessly gorgeous," she said with a smile.

"That's not true," I shook my head.

"Yes, it is. Even right now, lying here next to me. You are perfect in every way," I whispered softly.

"I'm not perfect, Y/n. Trust me," she said honestly.

"ты всегда будешь идеальной в моих глазах Наталья Романова," I whispered against her lips, reminding her of how perfect she will always be in my eyes.

She smiled into the kiss and lightly held onto my waist as I gently ran my fingers through her red hair.

"Не важно что," I mumbled against her lips, reaffirming that nothing else mattered to me.

"When did you learn Russian?" she asked with a curious smile.

"I learned it for you a while ago. I'm now fluent," I bragged a little, feeling proud of myself.

"How come you never spoke it before?" she questioned playfully.

"I was learning it to ask you out, but then you started dating Steve and all I knew how to say at the time was 'Natasha Romanoff, will you go out with me?' and 'I love you'," I laughed a little at the memory.

"Stop, please tell me you're lying," she groaned, burying her head into my chest in embarrassment.

"Unfortunately, no. But I continued to learn it so I could say things to you without the team knowing," I smiled softly at her.

Nat's eyes sparkled with love and adoration as she leaned in for another kiss, grateful for our secret language that only we shared.

My heart skipped a beat as her beautiful smile lit up her face. "Wait, you learned how to say 'I love you'?" she asked, looking up at me with shining eyes. "Yeah, it was one of the first things my teacher taught me," I replied, a fond smile tugging at my lips.

"Say it in Russian for me," she requested, her smile growing wider.

"But you already know how to say it in Russian," I said, confused by her request.

"Amuse me," she replied with a playful glint in her eyes.

My heart swelled with adoration as I spoke the words in Russian: "Я люблю вас."

Her smile softened and she echoed the words back to me: "я тоже тебя люблю, Y/N." It felt like an exchange of promises, a declaration of our feelings for each other.

She leaned in and kissed me, and I eagerly returned the gesture. In that moment, as we stood there with our arms wrapped around each other, I knew that I never wanted to be anywhere without her. She had tricked me into saying those three little words, but they were more than just words. They were a reflection of what we both felt deep in our hearts - love.

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[selfloverrrrrr]

can i request some noncon satosugu x reader where they used to bully her in highschool and a couple years later they bump into her outside of a bar and carry her into a dark alleyway to show her how much they missed making her scream and cry

Remember us?

Warnings : smut , heavy smut, unprotected sex, Noncon, Kidnapping, physically and emotional abuse, biting, torture, size difference, threesom, blood, killing someone....

( All characters are aged up/18+)

Minors Do Not Interact

Read the warnings carefully....if you don't like my stories block me not report

Little back story

Y/n's POV

I'm a old student of jujutsu high. I graduated from that school ten years ago. Now I'm leaving my life as I want. I didn't even have connection with my old friends. In high school there were two famous boys Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru. They are the strongest sorcerers. They were my bullies. I always feared curses. Geto knew curse manipulation. He always scared me with curses. And while I cried for help Gojo always tied my hands and pushed me towards the curse. I cried and begged them to stop the bullying. But they always just watched me helpless and laughed. Which boosted their strong ego. That's another reason I didn't accept the offer to continue jujutsu high work. That's old stories now.

End of back story

Still y/n's POV...

After a whole two months I finally got a day off. So I decided to go to the bar and spend the time there. I need to relax too. I took a mini party wear dress from my wardrobe and wore it. "Yeah... look fine for a dumb day" I said standing in front of the mirror and laughed.

I went to the bar, spending time, drinking, vibing to the song... everything was going okay. "Hello" someone said. I looked in the direction. There was a guy. "Hello...?" I replied. "Are you alone here?" He asked. "Can you see any other humans here?" I said knowing where this is going.

"oh...a rude one" he said. "I'm alone too....saw you when you entered... I think you're pretty" he said. "Thank you for the compliment and no" I replied. "No? What no?" He asked. "That was the reply of the intention you came here...my time is over... I'm going home now" I said and went up from there and started walking towards the exit. I heard the guy sighing.

I was looking at my phone searching for a cab. Suddenly bumped into someone. "Oh I'm sorry... I didn't-" I was saying then I saw the guy's face. Am I seeing right? Is it Geto. "Y/n?" Gojo said beside him. He's here too? Fuck why am I fearing them? We're grown up now... we're not high schoolers anymore!

Then there's nothing to fear about right? "Oh..hey" I said. "Seeing you after a long time" Geto said. "Yeah... after ten years...you were at the bar?" Gojo asked. "Yes... today was my day off... that's why" I replied. "I see... you joined any company?" Geto asked.

I've never talked with them like this before. This is feeling weird. "Yeah I did... how are you doing?" I asked. They were asking too many questions it would be weird if I didn't ask anything. "We are doing good" Geto said. "Wanna know a news?... Suguru and I, are married now" Gojo said leaning towards me.

"that's great... congratulations to you two" I said. "Well, thank you" Geto said. I felt Gojo eyes scanned my whole body. "Are you going home?" Gojo asked. "Yeah... looking for the cab" I replied. "Come with us... we're going home too... we'll drop you" Gojo said.

"no it's fine... I'll wait for the cab" I said. "Darling?...are you still scared of us?" Geto asked. A smirk played on both of their lips. "N-No... I-It's not like that" I replied. "Then come with us.... we're not a kid anymore" Gojo said. Then I agreed. Maybe that was the biggest mistake!

We're in Gojo's car. His driver was driving the car. We three were sitting in the back seat. Suddenly Gojo told his driver to stop the car. When I looked outside it was a dark road. Gojo went out of the car. "What happened sir? Is there anything wrong?" The driver asked. "Come out " Gojo said.

As the driver went out of the car Gojo immediately used a reversal red on him. I screamed as he did. "You were talking too much" Gojo said looking at the dead body. I didn't realise when I went on Geto's lap. "Satoru...she still fears us" Geto chuckled. Then I realised and went down from his lap.

Gojo was coming inside the car again. "Yeah I can see" Gojo said. "Suguru...feed your dragon the dead body" Gojo said . No no no...not curses! Geto let out his dragon and that went to eat the dead body. Gojo closed the car door.

I was so scared tears started forming in my eyes. "Please let me go" I begged. "Let you go?... But there's a curse outside... and you're afraid of curses, right?" Gojo said with a smirk. That was right! I am afraid of curses! "I wanna go home" I started crying.

Gojo and Geto chuckled. Gojo's hand was going upwards on my thigh. "Please let me go" I cried and begged. "Darling, you are afraid of spiders too... right?" Geto whispered in my ear. I looked at him with scared eyes.

"look at the front seat" Geto said with a smirk. I looked at the front seat. No no no! There's a huge spider! That's not a normal spider... that's a curse... I can feel the cursed energy. That was almost the size of a human. "No!!!! No!!!! Let me go! Let me go please!!!!" I screamed and struggled in the back seat.

Gojo laughed. "There... those screams again" he said. "darling... don't worry it won't do anything unless I say so....so obey us and you'll be safe" Geto said. I silently cried. Suddenly the spider started moving. "NO NO NO!!!! I'll obey you... please " I cried. The spider stopped again.

"good girl" Gojo said with a smirk. "Now take off your clothes" Gojo said. "W-what?" I said. "Do I have to repeat?" Gojo said then looked at the spider curse. "No no... I'll" I said. I took off the dress. Geto pulled me on his lap. "You become so sexy... Darling" Geto whispered in my ear.

"I was thinking that from the moment we met" Gojo said. I saw Gojo raising his hips up. Then I realised he was taking off his pants. He took out his dick and started stroking it. How much shameless can he be? But I had to admit... that dick was big... I've never seen a dick that big before.

"Satoru, you have no patience" Geto said. Gojo laughed. "What are you doing? Take off the rest... take off your bra and pantie" Gojo said. I sobbed and did as he said. Had no other options. Gojo grabbed my knees and spread them apart. Geto rubbed his hand on my clit.

"she's wet... maybe watching your dick made her wet, Satoru" Geto said. Gojo smirked. "Then why should we wait?" Gojo said and pulled me on his lap from Geto's lap. He pressed me on his lap and my clit was rubbing against his dick. A slight moan escaped my mouth.

When I looked at Geto again. He already had taken off his pants. Fuck! His dick was big too. slightly smaller than Gojo's but thicker. "How should we start? Single or double?" Geto asked. "Of course double!" Gojo said. "Do you think she can take both together?" Geto asked. "Hell yeah she can... you can right y/n?" Gojo said.

My eyes widened when I realised what they were talking about. "No no no...I can't please" I said. "Shut up... you can!" Gojo said.Gojo's smirk widened and he crashed his mouth on my boob sucking hurshly. I moaned loudly.

They both lined up with me. Fear grabbed me by my neck. " Gojo no no no... P-please no...Geto please s-stop" I begged but they didn't even listen to me and slammed their whole dick inside me in one slide. I screamed. They didn't even give me time to adjust his size and started thrusting in and out roughly. It was too much...they both were big and thick....it was giving too much pain.

I was through my legs with pain and begging them to stop. And they liked it so much. Their thrust became harder and harder. I clenched around them tightly and he moaned loudly " ughhhhhh....ahhh s-so...ahhhh.... f-fuck...it's so tight " Geto moaned. "I know" Gojo said between moans and started rubbing my clit with his thumb and I bit his shoulder and scratched his back to control myself.

With a few more thrust I came. They were still thrusting roughly. I felt their cock pulsing inside me. I tried to push him away with all of my strength. "Do you even know how much we missed you...how much we missed your screams...your begging... fuck " Gojo whispered. They both moaned loudly. Within a minute they came inside me I could feel their seed inside me. Then God knows how many rounds they did... switching positions.

"What do you say,Suguru?... Should we make her the one to give birth to our child?" Gojo asked looking at my unconscious body. "No one would be better you know" Geto replied which made Gojo chuckle.

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[moonydustx]

first: wow! I didn't expect so many comments in the last part, it was so cool to see you engaged! thank you thank you and thank you a thousand times

no excuses for the delay. I moved from my house and the move was a lot of work, that's it.

But let's get to the point?

How Does Work? (or at least, we try?)

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

warnings: finally the real deal!!!! smut. Friends with benefits (but they both want more than the benefits, they just don't realize it yet), oral (f! and m!receiving), kinda orgasm denial, at some point they don't use condom. If I missed any warning, let me know

MDNI | MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

How could a few minutes sink so deeply into a mind that was far from empty?

How could sounds he rarely heard be present when Law closed his eyes?

The night that had happened - or at least almost - had become a martyrdom for the captain of the Heart Pirates. Your shy smile every time they passed each other in a hallway did nothing less to rid him of such thoughts.

He wanted to be able to think about other things, he wanted to at least listen to the sane side of him that insisted on reminding him that he could be speeding things up too much. But damn, it was too difficult to hear that side when your presence was still present in his dreams.

You wish you could say that you are in a different situation, that your roles, that your friends, that even the choppy waves of the sea against Polar Tang were enough to shake Law's presence from your mind. What didn't help much was that he was your captain.

Awkward shoulder touches, hands that insisted on sometimes intertwining under a table, hot kisses exchanged in an empty corridor. Despite the uncertainties that plagued both your mind and his, it was difficult to keep your distance.

The big problem was: it had been almost two weeks and that was all the two of you had.

"Hey, are you still with us?" Penguin shook his hand a few times in front of you, realizing that you were rambling inside your own mind. "What's going on?"

"Nothing." you tried to shake the thoughts away with a brief smile. "What do you need?"

"Today is your day to get the grouch out of there. Seriously, the captain's watch is yours"

Ah, captain's watch.

You and your crewmates knew about Law's bad habit of occasionally focusing on the job and forgetting about everything around him - socializing, eating, drinking water, anything that took his focus away. That's why you created the captain's watch, when he showed signs that he was going to disappear, one by one you would try to pull Law out of the dome in which he was placed. In today's case, you were docked on a small island, which barely interfered with the log pose. It would just be a night to breathe before continuing on the journey.

Already ready to leave, like the others, you decided to gather up the courage you had and go to Law. Two knocks on the door - almost softened by the sweat that accumulated on your hands - and a low murmur asking you to come in.

"Hey captain." your voice practically lifted him from the papers he was analyzing. "Sorry to interrupt."

"Don't apologize for that." trying to avoid boosting your ego, you could notice that Law seemed more relaxed as soon as he looked at you. "How can I help you?"

"I came to try and pull you out of this little dome, captain."

"This color really suits you." Law moved the chair away, creating a gap that allowed him to look at you from top to bottom.

"That's not what I said."

"But it's the truth, you really suited this dress." he insisted, knowing that your cheeks were probably burning with shyness.

"Is this your way of saying I look pretty?"automatically, your feet seemed to guide you in the direction where he was.

"What are your plans for today?" like a predator watching its prey, Law analyzed every step you took towards him. However, your walk stopped at the time of his month, where you leaned back, face to face with the man.

"We'll go out to dinner, enjoy the little time we have free on the island. I just came here to ask you if you want to accompany us?"

"Does that mean everyone is going to leave, including you?" it was hard to contain the laughter when you saw Law practically pouting.

"It's dinner, captain."

"I can take you to dinner." he sounded almost offended, standing up and stopping in front of you. One of his hands slid down your arm, moving up slightly. "And then, after dinner…"

"Stop being a pervert!" facetiously, you complained. However, instead of moving away, both of his hands attached themselves to your waist.

"You come here, all pretty, in a nice short dress and tell me you're going to leave me here alone? I have the right to be a little perverted." his torso, which was still a few millimeters away from yours, stuck to your skin. His fresh breath millimeters from yours. "What did you do to me?"

"What do you mean captain?" the name came out in a provocative tone from your lips.

Law thought about saying that during the last two weeks you had been his frequent thought. About him thinking about what moments would be opportune for him to steal some of your attention. But that might sound strange. Sounding in a way that was still difficult for even him to understand.

Instead, he decided to capture your lips with his, the taste of the sweet cherry gloss making him even more intoxicated than your presence was capable of.

He could have thought of having you there, on his desk and using the little time they had until someone suspected your disappearance. He could let one of his hands sneak where he wanted and capture some of your nectar to remind him how good it felt. But no. Your lips were enough to leave him lost.

"Law…" you pulled away enough for the air to return to your lungs.

"You still have time to give up on that dinner." he asked and saw you laugh lightly, denying his request. "It's okay. Go, enjoy the night." He stole some more from your lips and freed himself from your arms, watching you head towards the door.

"Maybe I'll make time to come back early." you warned before leaving and laughed when you saw him cross his fingers.

As soon as the door closed, you needed to catch your breath until you returned to your friends.

As soon as the door closed, Law collapsed into the chair again. The warm body and a not so familiar sensation. Was what he was doing right? Was what he was feeling right?

The night seemed pleasant, a lot of chatter wasted, bottles of drinks were piling up. But even so, your mind wandered to a certain submarine in the nearest port and you knew you wouldn't stay there for long at that dinner. And of course, drinking and talking resulted in some topic that would make you embarrassed, it was no surprise that the topic came back your way.

"I have a point to state." Ikkaku began, throwing one of her arms over your shoulders. "Someone here has been very happy, very mysterious. Even your skin is the best my dear friend. Tell us, what have you been doing?"

"You ask as if your distrust wasn't sex." you replied, cynically throwing her arm away.

"So… What are you waiting to tell us?" Shachi leaned on his hands, feigning heightened interest. "Finally someone took good care of you know what."

"Perhaps." there was no point in lying, you were terrible at it. In this case, you would try to control the damage and omit what was possible.

"The question is: your own fingers or someone else's fingers?"

If you were still drinking something, you would have choked for sure. Your memories dragging you directly to the first contact you and Law had.

"This is confidential." you replied to Penguin, who groaned.

"Don't be boring! It's rare to have new gossip, I want to know the details." Ikkaku pointed out, seeing you roll your eyes. "Was it someone we know? Someone from here?"

"No!" You immediately denied it. "N-no. It was on the last island we visited. It was a date at a bar and that was it, nothing more to explain." not that there were many lies left in your stock.

"What's his name?"

"La- Laos!" you stuttered. "He's been taking the same route as us, so we'll meet up today." you lied, already anticipating an excuse you intended to use.

"Laos, interesting name." Ikkaku commented and you could see the malice in her words. "And today, are you going to have another nighttime adventure too?"

"I don't know, it's up to him." you shrugged, wanting the topic to drop.

"Hey, I know you're not a saint or a spotless virgin." Ikkaku spoke in a more serious tone, ignoring the jokes the others made. "But some guys might want you just for you know what. And you're too pretty and cool to subject yourself to that."

"Serious?"

"Some men have sex just to prove a point: that they can do it, that it has to be their way, anyway. But if it's something you want too, I don't see a problem."

The topic slowly died down and in the first gap you found, you slipped out and hoped that none of them had thought of following you.

Some guys might want you just for you know what. Even with the joking tone, Ikkaku's words stuck in your mind. Well, you and Law hadn't had a complete relationship, but was that what he wanted? And wasn't that what you wanted too?

Immersed in your thoughts, the path to Polar Tang was faster than you expected. As you suspected, the submarine was practically empty. Those who hadn't left were too busy with their tasks.

Two knocks on the door were enough to find who you were waiting for.

Law didn't consider himself anxious, in the essence of the word. He did not consider himself one of those who suffer tortuously waiting for something. Except, today he was anxious.

After he finally managed to leave the small office he was in and head towards his bedroom, he had already tidied up the small place countless times, making the bed tidy, everything he could he did. He didn't expect two knocks on the door to make his heart race so quickly.

"Hey! Someone kept their promise." he gave you space to enter.

"I wouldn't be crazy enough to disobey my captain." You said in a teasing tone. "What good did you do?"

"To be honest nothing."

The hands in his pockets indicated that Law was more nervous than he appeared. Knowing that he seemed to be just like you gave you a boost of courage.

Before he could even come up with a topic to try and talk about, you approached him and kissed him quickly, surprising him.

"I'm sorry." you pulled away, seeing him take his hands out of his pockets slowly. "It's been two weeks and all I can think about is us, that night."

This time, Law took the lead. His previously shy hands pulled your body against his while his lips stole yours.

The taste of cherry in your mouth was a distant memory, but feeling your lips against his was still an intoxicating sensation. One of his hands felt around and found the key, locking the door.

In not so sure steps, you could feel the padding of the bed against your thighs and taking strength - or in the correct way, catching Law off guard - you turned him in order to guide him until he was the one sitting on the bed and you were standing.

Wanting to understand your intentions, Law leaned on his elbows and had to restrain himself from exposing how much he was entertained by your body in front of him.

Sliding the straps of the dress, the piece gathered at your feet and allowed Law to see only your almost naked body in front of him, except for the cloth of the same tone as the dress that covered your intimacy, almost like a planned act.

Using the same splashes of confidence, you bent down just enough to kiss him lightly and leaving his head hanging, waiting for another kiss. Your fingers, cold from nervousness, began to lift his shirt, throwing it away.

"It looks like someone is eager to do all the work." Law pointed out. Seeing your hands retract, Law took one of them and slid it down his chest, then his abdomen, to the waistband of the pants. "You can do whatever you want, really. Don't think too much."

"Can I kiss you… there." your eyes pointed to the waistband of his pants and Law swore he could die with just that question.

"Only if you want." he pointed out, seeing you kneel in front of him and reach for the buttons on his pants, untying them. Following his own order not to think too much, you let your fingers invade the underwear he was wearing, stroking his cock gently. the word came out as an exasperated whisper from Law's lips. "Fuck."

You pulled his cock out, small thrusts around your hand being made under Law's watchful eye didn't help one bit in your search for courage.

Your lips found his sensitive area, placing an almost chaste kiss and then gave way for your tongue to explore that place. As you explored every inch of him you could reach, you could hear some grunts above you and every time you looked in his direction, it somehow became clear that they were coming from his lips. You opened your mouth and swallowed half the length of his cock, enough for his tattooed fingers to get caught in your hair and begin to dictate a slow rhythm. There was still a bit of sanity in Trafalgar D. Law and at the moment, he was using all of it not to rush things.

"That fucking mouth, so good, so fucking good." he grunted once again, his head lolling back, trying to avoid the almost innocent looks you were giving him. "I can't wait anymore."

The last muttered words were the only thing you heard before you felt your body leave the ground. In a movement that you barely had time to understand how it was done, you found yourself in Law's arms being placed on the bed, while he fit between your legs and explored every inch of your lap with wet kisses.

"You're too good for your own good." he murmured, taking your lips in a wild kiss. "Makes me not want to let you leave here, ever."

His tongue invading every inch of your mouth and the heat making you look for friction against his pelvis and Law didn't hesitate in pressing his intimacy against yours. Fighting his own desire to sink into you, his wet kisses traced a path you were eager to see.

"You don't intend to stop me today?" Law commented cynically, his lips hovering over the thin, damp fabric of your panties.

"I don't think so, it's a good view from here." You tried to play his game and saw him press his lips exactly where you needed it most. "Law!"

"huh?" This time, he started licking over the fabric, wanting to tear your sanity away there. "Do you need something?"

"Please, can you do that again? Just a little, please." you whimpered and saw an almost sadistic smile on his lips.

"Oh I'm definitely still going to make you beg one of these days." his hands went up to the side of your panties. "But for today…"

You feel that same sensation from that day, your pussy burning for more, your legs shaking, your hips involuntarily throwing themselves against his face, until Law stops, immediately returning on top of you.

"Don't pout."

"But…"

"Today you will learn a new lesson about orgasms." Law pointed out, stretching to reach a condom that he had casually left next to the bed.

"What lesson?"

"Don't be hasty." he fit between your legs. "Can I?"

"Yes of course."

As soon as Law started to fit his cock inside you, God, it was the same feeling as two weeks ago. It was once again a little piece of paradise exclusive to him. The sly moan that left your lips didn't do much to help him hold back.

He began to move slowly, feeling every piece inside your pussy accommodate him as if he had made it there. Your hands got tangled in his dark strands and the hat with black polka dots was forgotten, lying on the floor.

He could see how hard you were fighting to not let a louder noise escape your lips and even though he knew the risks, he would thrust harder now and then just to hear the adorable noises that came from you, encouraging him to go even harder, faster. He wanted to have enough concentration to use his power and prevent any sound from coming out, but it was impossible with the way you were tied to him. So strong, so good.

"Pretty thing, I can feel you squeezing me." He sank into your neck, placing a few kisses that would definitely leave a mark on your skin, but he couldn't think about it. Law was leaning over your body, without leaving you, kneeling between your legs. "I bet you want to cum for me, hm?"

"Law!" your legs tightened around his torso. "J-Jst give it to me, p-please. I'm almost there."

Ignoring all your requests - and almost ignoring what his body wanted - Law came out of you, opening your legs and watching your intimacy pulsate with desire. Damn, that would be a difficult lesson to apply.

"Why did you stop?" you sounded indignant, your voice rising a few octaves and your eyes involuntarily filling with tears. "W-Why?"

"Hey, shhh, calm down." he asked with a smile on his lips. As if you were made of paper, he turned you onto your stomach, gently pulling your hips, leaving you on all fours for him. Your frustration was soon replaced by a choked moan leaving your lips as you felt his fingers explore your intimacy, tracing circles on your bud. “I promise to give you what you want, okay?

"But Law! I was almost there."

"I promise you won't regret it." he felt you buck your hips against his hand, searching for even more friction. "Is that good?" he heard you nod in a grunt. The nimble fingers were replaced by his cock, which slid to your entrance. "Can I continue?"

"Please."

Again, with an excess of patience that you had no idea what he was getting from, Law let inch by inch enter you. The moans surpassed any protection your hands could provide, much to Law's delight.

Law could see you writhing to take all of him inside you at the same time your hips thrust against his asking for more and more.

"I promised not to disappoint you today, didn't I?" One of his hands pulled you so that your back was pressed against his abdomen. "How do you feel?"

"So good, so fucking good. please - I... " a growl from your own lips interrupted you. "P-promise you won't stop now Law."

"And that's the lesson of the day." the hand that supported you by your torso went up and lightly attached itself to your neck, upon hearing you moan, Law controlled himself not to squeeze even harder, that wasn't his goal today. "Did you know that orgasms can be even more intense?" he began, breathlessly. "The more - oh fuck." he stopped when he felt you rocking against him, seeking even more friction. "I won't be able to give you the full lesson today. But in short, the longer you wait, the better it gets."

"I-I can't wait any longer Law!"

"I've got you baby, I've got you." his lips attached themselves to your neck, placing kisses on your sweaty skin. "You can cum when I tell you to, okay? Only when I tell you to."

"But…"

"Shh, I know you're almost there. Just a little more." he can see your face focusing, the mark of your teeth on your lip, trying to control the noises.

Feeling his own peak approaching, Law took one of his hands to your clit, making quick movements, which increased according to the speed of his thrusts.

"That's it, now just give it to me. Come on, pretty thing, cum for me."

Hearing your noises increase, Law took your lips to him in an almost uncomfortable position, but it didn't matter, What mattered was feeling you tremble under his touches, drenching you like he hadn't felt before and just like you, he allowed himself reach the apex.

Gently, Law let your body leave his embrace and lie face down on the bed. Your skin was covered in goosebumps and he could see small tremors in your leg. Better than that, he saw a shy smile and an ecstatic look on you.

"Was it a bad lesson?" he asked, laying down next to you and watching you deny it. "Everything is fine?" you again just nodded with the movement of your head. "Really?"

"It was just a little too much, almost too much to handle. I thought I was going to explode." You said, between sighs. Something told you to come closer and snuggle up to him, but at the same time, you didn't know if that was what you should do. That's what boyfriends did, wasn't it?

"Almost too much? Soon we'll have to decide on a safeword." he pointed out, making you laugh slightly. "Do you know what it is?"

"I don't know about orgasms, I already read that somewhere." you scored. "What do you think of a bear?"

"Bear?" he looked incredulous. "Do you really want me to think about bears during sex?"

"We're talking about a safeword."

"It makes sense." He also turned onto his stomach, facing you. And so, the two of you stayed for a few long minutes.

"I can hear your brain working from here." Law adjusted himself to the side, so that he could face you completely. "Seriously, it's a little rusty, but I can still hear it."

"You're not that good."

"Yeah, definitely rusty, after all, that's not what you were talking about just now." Law smiled when he saw you roll your eyes, just watching you he knew that your cheeks must be burning with shyness. "Seriously, what's going on in here?"

"Nothing to worry about, Captain." you pointed out, turning around and sitting down feeling his gaze burning in your direction. "I think I should leave."

"No, nothing like that." he gently pulled your arm, forcing you to lie down again. As a method of keeping you there tied to his bed, Law got close enough to leave his body practically on top of yours. "You're going to lie here while I get you some water and something so I can clean you up."

"Clean me up? You, clean me up?"

"What strikes you as strange about that?" He moved far enough away, getting up only to rip off the condom, throw it in the trash and put on the underwear that had been thrown somewhere that you didn't care about worrying about at that moment.

"I should go clean up myself, as well as go get my water."

The way the words came out of your lips with a certain conviction bothered Law a little. Not that he was bothered by your self-sufficiency, in fact it was one of the points he most admired. What bothered him was the fact that you didn't even consider being taken care of after all the things you both did, at least in the way he expected to be able to take care of you.

"You stay here" He simply responded, returning to the bed and bending down enough to leave a quick kiss on your forehead and ask with his face just a few millimeters away. "Do you need anything else?"

"No, thank you." nothing more than a whisper came out.

Before Law could get far enough away, the words fell like a waterfall from your lips, curiosity and the conversation you had earlier with Ikkaku seemed to occupy every space in your mind.

"Law?"

"Hm?" he muttered, as he hunted for where he had thrown his own pants.

"You… How can I ask?" Your genuine doubt caught his attention, and he immediately stopped to observe you. "What do we do… I mean, you didn't start this just to prove a point, did you?"

"Like what?"

"I mean, this all started after that conversation about me never having a orgasm and well, now I think we did everything we could do…" you sat down holding your legs against your body. "To put it in simpler words, you wanted me just for you know what."

"I knew that brain of yours was working too hard." he laughed lightly. Ignoring the idea of ​​leaving you alone with your own thoughts, he decided to postpone going to the kitchen. "What kind of idea is that?"

"I don't know." You shrugged, watching him sit in front of you on the bed, it was difficult to face him back in that situation. "I heard someone talk about it, about wanting someone just for that, just to prove the point and then this idea stuck in my mind."

"To answer your question, no, I'm not with you just for that, but to be honest, I don't know how to answer anything beyond that." Law tried to be as honest as possible, after all it was nothing but fair since you had said that to him. "The last few days I've been trying to understand some things, some feelings and while I understand all of this…" he approached, taking your face in his hands and forcing you to look him in the eyes. "While I try to understand all these feelings and I believe that you also have to understand something, I need you to know that I don't want you just for sex, you will never be just that, okay?

"Okay." your voice came out like a precious whisper to him. "Can you kiss me?"

He even thought about saying that he already planned to do it, but gestures said even more than words. Law took your lips and little by little he lay almost completely on top of you.

Feeling you searching for more contact, Law let one of his hands caress your thigh, asking permission to give you even more attention. Feeling you give up space, his hands soon found your intimacy. His slow touches began to elicit small moans from you.

"Look, all you want is sex." he joked, seeing you frown he reached up and kissed the tip of your nose. "Want some more my pretty thing?"

"Just a little, please."

"Whatever you want."

Fitting between your legs, he slowly slid into you and so followed his thrusts. Even with scratches being distributed across Law's white, tattooed skin, he continued at the same speed. His name was starting to become a delicious mantra to hear coming from your lips.

"I'm here, I'm here. Do you want to give it to me again?" He intensified his ministrations a little when he felt you once again on the edge of the abyss. He didn't expect to feel the wetness gush towards him as your nails dug into his skin. "Oh fuck, that's a good girl. My good girl. Can you give me one more of those? Please, just one more."

A few more thrusts were enough for you to reach your pleasure again and Law felt your sweet nectar running through him. Forgetting about the lack of a condom, Law allowed himself to cum inside, to feel his hot seed spread throughout you. Luckily, he was a doctor and would know how to deal with some kind of later contraception. He just couldn't miss the chance.

"It's okay." Law responded to your growl as soon as he came out of you. "Can I postpone going to the kitchen and cleaning up that I promised?"

"Yes." you replied sleepily. Unlike the first time, as soon as you finished, Law immediately pulled you into his arms. "I-I need to go."

"No, you don't need to."

"Don't?"

"No." Law insisted, pressing you into his arms. "Let me take care of you tonight, okay"?

"Yes captain." your voice was almost disappearing in your sleep.

Law slowly saw you close your eyes and sleep and he knew it wouldn't take long for him to do the same. The only thought that gnawed at him was that he didn't want it to be just tonight.

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[southerngothicchic]

The Boy at the Video Store

(This isn't too explicit, but is still 18+)

You have a crush on the boy at the video store, and it's eating you alive. The way he leans across the counter and lowers his voice when he talks to you makes you dizzy. You hope he can't see how he makes you blush when his fingers brush yours when handing you one of the tapes you requested they hold for you.

He always smiles before running his hand through his perfect hair. Your eyes always follow his movements, lost in a daydream of how you wish it was yours instead of his.

He notices how you look at him, and it gives his ego a much needed boost. He's struck out with so many girls lately, that he was starting to question how charming he really was. You were different, though, from the minute he saw you walk in, he knew he could win you over.

Much to his delight, he didn't have to try that hard, as you were already giggling at his bad puns and overall goofy charisma.

Robin overhears him, while restocking the shelves and playfully rolls her eyes.

You each instinctively lean forward, with you bracing your hands on the counter, while he presses his body against it. He swears you're the prettiest girl he's ever seen and the fact that you're still standing there, smiling at him like this, makes his heart race.

His eyes drift to your pretty, pink lips, wanting desperately to kiss them. He fights the urge to pull you to him, telling himself he'll get to feel your lips on his soon.

You both do this little dance for weeks, always flirting with each other, with it ultimately leading nowhere. Until today.

That Friday evening, you appear, instantly brightening his monotonous shift.

"Hi Stevie," you greet, with a smile.

Your nickname makes him smirk. It had started as a joke, as you and Robin had been teasing him about more movies he hadn't seen, and after that, it just stuck.

"Hey," he greets, in return, as his eyes meet yours.

"Another exciting shift?" You then snark.

"Oh yeah, super busy, as you can see," he replies, gesturing to the empty store.

You giggle before leaning forward, onto the counter.

"So, were you able to find the movie I was looking for, the other day?"

"Yeah, actually Robin found it," he begins, turning away to look through a pile of tapes stacked on the backside, of the counter.

He faces you again, tape in hand. A devious grin forms on his lips as an idea enters his mind.

"Tell ya what..." he begins, leaning forward, "I'll trade you this tape, for a kiss."

His proposal catches you off guard.

"I don't think that's how it works," you reply, with a nervous laugh.

"Its a new policy, only for my favorite customer..." he continues, his voice dangerously low.

You suddenly feel flustered. You've literally been dreaming about this moment and now you can't speak.

"So, what's it gonna be, angel?" He asks, coming out from behind the counter and standing next to you.

His eyes challenge yours as you're reeling from his pet name. He then moves closer, pressing your back against the counter. His hands are on your waist, as he studies your face, waiting for your answer. Your hands grip his silly, green vest while you look up at him, virtually helpless. You sigh his name as he leans in.

"Tell me..." he breathes, before you pull him to you, finally connecting your lips.

He eagerly kisses you back, pressing more of his body into yours. The heat radiating off of him is almost too much. Before you could pull away, he breaks the kiss, only to start trailing kisses across your cheek.

"I've been wanting to do that since the first time I saw you," he breathily confesses.

"I wish you would've," you smile.

He softly laughs. "I thought it would be coming on too strong."

You place your hands on his face, to guide his lips back to yours. You kiss him slowly, really savoring the taste of his lips and the faint traces of the minty gum he was chewing earlier.

"My shift's almost over, would you maybe wanna come back to my place?" He quietly asks, pulling away slightly.

You gaze up at him, and nod.

He grins, before leaning in to kiss you again.

"You just made my night, angel," he breathes, making you feel faint.

He then raises his left hand and checks his watch.

"I say we go ahead and close up, for the night, seeing as how there's only ten minutes to go, and I don't think anyone's gonna come rushing in for a late night rental," Steve suggests, while pressing his forehead to yours.

"Yeah, might as well," you reply, breathless.

"Wait right here, while I do my 'closing duties,'" he then says, framing the last two words with air quotes.

"Ok," you smile, starting to turn away, when he pulls you back to him.

"I really like you, in case it wasn't obvious," he admits, nuzzling the tip of his nose against yours.

"I know," you giggle, "I really like you, too."

He smiles, while his cheeks turn a cute shade of pink.

He gives you another kiss, before disappearing into the back of the store.

You begin to wander the aisles by the front windows. It's then you notice that it's raining. Not just a light shower, but a full on storm. The wind picks up and blows water against the glass, causing you to step back. You try to see out into the parking lot and were grateful that Steve parked close to the door.

A chill then runs up your spine as you fold your arms across your chest. Your eyes peer into the rainy darkness beyond the glass, so concentrated on staring off into space, that you jump when you feel Steve's arms wrap around your waist.

"Sorry, angel, didn't mean to scare you," he softly apologizes, against your ear.

"Its ok," you say, turning in his embrace to face him.

"It looks pretty bad out there, good thing you're coming home with me..." he adds, with a smirk.

"Don't look so excited," you tease.

He laughs. "Its hard not to, I've been waiting for a night with you, honey..."

His lips are then pressed to yours again.

After locking the door, you two hurry to his car. Despite only having to go a short distance, you manage to still get drenched. Once inside his car, you look at each other before dissolving into laughter.

Your wet clothes, along with his, are soon scattered across the floor, as your bodies lay pressed together, under his sheets. Delicate moans escape your lips as he slowly thrusts into you.

"Isn't this better?" He asks, with his face buried in your neck. "Wouldn't want you to catch a cold..."

"Mmm, Steve..." you sigh, as you feel his teeth graze your skin.

"Gonna keep you warm all night, angel..." he then pants, his breath fanning out over the newly formed lovebite.

Your back arches when he pushes himself in even deeper, and your hands pull at the ends of his hair. He moans in response, increasing his pace.

"Shit, honey..." he breathes, now hovering his face over yours. "You look even prettier like this..."

He leans in to press a messy kiss to your lips, before continuing, "so needy for me and only me, right?"

"Only you, Stevie," you reply, reaching up to cradle his face.

He smiles, as you pull him in for another kiss.

You end up spending the night with the boy from the video store, which would become the first of many. It's safe to say, it's not just a crush, anymore.

[hrts4wonu]

minghaos who takes his time when drawing any portrait of you, making sure to get every detail of your beauty

a/n: oh my god jasmine??? i just started reading your fanfics last night and let me tell you, i was so damn obsessed; i'm not sure if this is a hard thought or anything but i did try to make it smut (with a little bit of fluff and comfort)

wc: 1.7k

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today was like any other day. well, not technically. today was your boyfriend's project's due date. he was supposed to draw a portrait of the person that means a lot to him; though he first thought of his very own mother, he remembered the first few words you said when you met him.

(flashback)

those few sweet words that came out of your mouth like it was nothing; "i love your artstyle, maybe you should draw your future girlfriend, yeah?" you chuckle as he turned to look at you. "pardon?" he says, a little confused.

"i'm talking about me, hao." he laughs at your straightforwardness and displays a warm smile at you while he remains seated.

you laugh along comfortably, sitting next to him while staring at the canvas that was filled with colorful strokes of red, orange, yellow, blue and pink. "you assume too much, don't y'think?" he teased as he cups your cheeks, tucking your hair behind your ear. "well, you never know, do you?" both of you chuckle together before he picks up his paintbrush and finishes his artwork.

(end of flashback)

that was long ago, yet, the memory itself never fails to melt his heart. though, he couldn't deny; he has drew you before. a couple of times actually.

the problem was, all of them just seemed bad to him. he doodled and sketched your face everyday in class; thinking that everytime he drew you with a different pen or pencil, his sketches get more terrible each day. (and yet he still managed to get good grades even though he doesn't pay attention in class because he's always drawing you)

and so, he never showed you, until you found his sketchbook in his room on your 5th monthsary. he was pretty embarrassed about it, but your praises on his drawings were enough to boost his ego and confidence.

while he quietly sits down on his chair, staring into his computer, he slowly turns to look at you with a nervous smile on his face.

"darling," he starts off, standing up and approaching you on the bed. you hum in response, dropping your phone and looking back at him. "do you want to become my reference? it's for an art project."

you nod, changing your position on the bed. "what do you need me to wear? a dress, or--"

"need you nude, baby." the temptation from his voice was enough to electrify something inside of you; feeling a bit flustered from what he said. "..if you're comfortable with it, of course. i wouldn't want to make myself look like i'm into creepy things like this, yeah?" he adds. "if you really don't wanna, it's fi--"

"mm." you shook your head no. "it's fine," though it seemed aberrant to minghao (because of how much of a gentleman he is), the longing ache in you was basically killing you.

a few minutes later, you slowly got out of the bathroom with a robe on. you were nervous of him judging you, the way your body was built, your skin tone, or maybe that was just your neediness that's getting to you.

he puts on a smile and gives you a warm hug, "take it off when you're ready, hm?" minghao whispers in your ear, leaving a small kiss.

you nod, "yeah."

minghao slowly lets go and stands behind his canvas; squeezing out all the paint onto his palette. he quickly grabs his paintbrush and starts speaking up once more, "hey," he sat down on the tiny chair. "there's still time to back out if you're really not into thi--"

"minghao? is there something wrong?" you throw your robe to the side, crossing your arms which squished your tits from below a bit.

he shook his head, "no, not at all." he looks away and focuses back on his canvas.

minghao couldn't help but stare at you for a bit longer, he didn't know what to say or do at all. it's not like there is a problem- it's that you're there, with no clothes on, and you're on full display.

but besides that, you're gorgeous.

absolutely admirable and so, so, so, so, so beautiful. to him and only him. maybe even to the whole world.

countless hours pass by and minghao was finally done with his work, "baby?" he stands up and dusts his hands off.

"did you fall aslee- oh." you quietly let out muffled moans as you try fingering yourself on the sofa; if only you could see the greed and devotion in his eyes while he painted your figure, he would've dropped his paintbrushes to the floor and take care of you already.

the sweet smile on his face disappears and instead turns into a wicked yet sinister smirk.

minghao cups your cheeks. "let me help you baby, yeah?" he coos, crouching down to give you a soft kiss on the lips before falling onto his knees.

"p-please.." you beg, withdrawing your hand from your pussy but before you could wipe it on the couch, minghao grabs it and slides it in his mouth, licking your small digits that were unlike his long, veiny hands. "hao.." you whine at the sight.

"what is it, pretty girl?" he places his hands on both of your thighs, spreading them apart. "need me?"

you nod. "i've been longing, hao."

he starts kissing your inner thighs; wet lips enough to get you even wetter than you were 10 seconds ago. though your legs were now resting on his shoulder, he still had a firm grasp on them. his nails dug onto your skin, leaving temporary crescent-shaped nail marks onto them.

"so have i, darling." he replies, leaning in towards your pussy, his nose bumping with your clit.

you whine when you feel the pleasure; it's overwhelming, yes, but it feels so good that you can't even utter a single word. not even a single one, the only thing you can let out is a moan.

he licks your pussy's lips and starts eating you out, the sweet taste not leaving his tongue. "f..fuck, hao,"

"mind your language or i'm gonna leave you aching on this sofa, y/n." he threatens and you slightly look away in embarrassment when you saw his bloodthirsty eyes darken in lust. "you wouldn't want that, would you?" he leans back, away from you as the wind's cold breeze comes in contact with your skin.

you shook your head no gently, replying to his question. "well, it's not like you could ever leave me hanging like that, hao." you tease.

he scoffs; "there's always a first time for everything, sweetheart. you should know that." he stood up and quickly switches your position in missionary, pinning you down on the sofa and pressing your legs against your chest and his.

"but, hey." you look at him in confusion as he unzips his pants and pulls his cock out. it was long and veiny, t'was so outstanding and beautiful. something so out of this world. "contrary to what mingyu said before," he breathes, fixing his position on top of you as he leans close enough to your ear. "most of the greatest works of art don't know how great they are not because they're unreal, instead, it's because they don't see the talent in the artist's eyes that were enough to make the painting as appealing as it already is." his hot breath against your ear makes you tremble, "you're just like an artwork, you know?" he teases.

"really?" he nods. "you think so?" your cute puppy eyes, begging and pleading for his angry, red tip was enough to send him to the edge but as punishment, he will make you wait longer.

after a few more minutes of teasing, he finally gives in and thrusts inside of you.

you moan loudly, holding onto his body, yet it seemed so unfair because you were basically naked and he still had his shirt on. "mm.." he looks at you, stopping his thrusting as he felt a little confused.

"what is it, hm?" you slowly tug at his shirt and he finally gets it. "ah, i see." he smirks and takes his shirt off.

he goes back to thrusting inside of you and you let out another moan, "m-mmh!"; he grunts as he thrusts even harder, not stopping for even a breath.

you squirm, putting your hand over your mouth to keep your mouth shut yet you can't help yourself but moan even louder. he notices this and he stops for a moment, leaving you hanging which made you ache for more (though it's not like he could pull out because your pussy was basically sucking him back in), grabbing your hand pinning them over your head as he fucks into you.

"h..hao!" you moan loudly as you felt him hitting that 'sweet spot' inside of you. "hao.." you breathe, starting to pant as your legs start trembling. "i-.. i'm so close.." you whine continuously as his hand lets go of your wrists, traveling down to your nipples.

he rubs them gently, leaning in and licking them clean. minghao does the same for the other breast making you moan and yearn for more;

"i..i'm gonna cum, please.." you beg.

"please what, baby?" he smirks, pulling his lips away from your lips and staring into your doe eyes. "tell me," he starts. "tell me what you need, i'll give you everything. every single thing just for you, my lovely, pretty girl."

you look at him with desire and thirst. "need to cum, please.."

everything was testing him; no, no, no.. that's not the right word, is it? let's try that again-- everything was arousing him. it felt like you were tormenting eachother using their own bodies. everything was so tempting to him, he couldn't help but give in; "cum for me, princess," he says with a smirk on his face. "do it, make me proud, okay?"

it wasn't that long until you reach your climax and you came on his cock. he helps you ride your orgasm until he reaches his, planting his seed inside of you.

the both of you catch your breathes together before he pulls out of you and places a warm, loving kiss on your temple; "come on, let's clean you up, hm?" despite being exhausted, you shot him a smile and he stood up, carrying you to the bathroom to clean you up. "mhm.." you manage to say, still trying to catch your breath from what had just happened.

"hao, i love you." you say, with a smile on your face as you return his kiss back, instead, this time it was on his lips. "i love you too, baby."

a/n 2: sorry this took so long,, i had work and i was slightly busy.. but anyways, i'm FINALLY done! it didn't turn out how i expected it to be yet i still think it's a little better than what i usually write. besides that, i'm really, really glad to make a minghao fanfic so please ask / request for more <3

[gretavanlace]

Garnet

Josh kiszka x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: graphic sexual content, language, teasing, edging if you squint, digital penetration, unprotected sex, blood, period kink, idk. Lots, proceed with caution ❤️

“Hey, little star…” Josh ghosts the pads of his fingers over your face, stepping closer to you as you unfasten your earrings, dropping them carefully into the tiny bowl that rests on your dresser. “What’s wrong? You look sad.”

You’ve been ‘little star’ since your second date, where, on the way into the restaurant, you’d pointed out Orion’s Belt to him in the night sky.

“Can I have a kiss?” you can’t help the pout in your tone, you feel adrift…you’ve hardly seen him all day.

It isn’t his fault, he had interviews to charm his way through, and a few meetings he was unable to wiggle his way out of. He’s busy, and only getting busier, and you’re so proud of him…but sometimes, you let your heart get greedy.

“Ah, baby,” he grins that sparkling smile, beaming light into the room like an otherworldly supernova. “Of course you can. Did you miss me as much as I missed you?”

His lips sweep tenderly across your own, a precursor to the delicate curl of his soft tongue against them. He pulls back just a hint to allow your answer. Ever the glutton for praise, he wants to hear you say it.

“I missed you so much.” you can’t seem to shake the melancholy in your voice and he searches your eyes with concern.

“Seriously,” his hands cup your cheeks. “What is it?”

“Nothing, I promise…” you sigh, nuzzling into his touch. “Just felt lonely for you. I still do, even though you’re right here. Isn’t that silly?”

“No,” he soothes, sweetly pecking a trail of kisses along the apples of your cheeks. “I don’t think that’s silly at all. I know what you need. You just need a little attention, don’t you, sweetheart?”

You shake him off gently. “I’m okay, scouts honor.”

“You know you were never a boy scout,” he chastises with staged seriousness. “You shouldn’t toss the oath around like that. It isn’t a joke. Besides, maybe I want to show you some attention? I missed you too, you know?”

“I can’t right now, babe.” you sigh, pulling away to slip your top over your head, tossing it into the hamper. “Let’s just cuddle up and go to sleep, ‘k?”

His hands find your bare waist and then slip up to tug the cups of your bra down, thumbs swirling over your nipples the moment they make their appearance. “What do you mean you can’t right now? I missed you, you missed me…c’mon, little star, let’s make some noise.”

“Josh, quit…” you squirm away from him and tug an oversized t-shirt on, warding off his grabby hands.

“Okay…” he backs off right away, but leads you over to the bed. It’s a mess of tangled sheets, as neither of you bother too often with making it in the mornings after you drag yourselves out of the warm cocoon of slumber. “Can I kiss you for a little while, though? I really did miss you, and you smell so good.”

This is dangerous territory. Not because he might try to take it further, but because you have so little will power when it comes to this beautiful, honey-sweet, man of yours.

“Yeah.” it sighs out of you before you can think better of it, and suddenly you’re on your back, warming up the crisp linens while he tugs away his stark shirt.

“Mmm, look at you.” his lips twitch into a lazy smile as he drops his mouth down close to yours. “You’re very pretty, little star. Have I told you that yet today?”

“Yes,” you smile back, draping your arms over his shoulders to hold onto his warmth. “You’re very pretty, Josh. Have I told you that yet today?”

He tips his nose against yours, “Yes, I believe you have, this morning when I was getting dressed. But your eyes were on my cock, if I remember correctly.”

A laugh bursts out of you at his lie. “They were not!”

“You're right.” he acquiesces. “Would’ve been a hell of an ego boost if they had been, though.”

“How did everything go today?” you ask as his mouth travels an idle path along your neck.

“Good.” he murmurs against your pulse. “Samuel did his best to irritate me during our interviews, but I played nice.”

Your hands sink into his tangled curls, “Mmm, good boy.”

“Okay,” he pulls back and frowns down at you. “If you aren’t going to let me fuck you, behave.”

Chills race up your spine at the obscenity of his words, and their forcefulness. He notices, because of course he does.

“Yeah? You like that, sweetheart?” his teeth nip away at your throat.

A hum is your only response, but it seems to serve him well. “Which part? The part where I talked about fucking you? Or when I told you to behave? You wanna be a good girl for me? Hmm? Wanna be on your best behavior and make me so, so proud of my pretty baby?”

“Fight fair.” you can’t help the moan that slips out softly.

“No thank you.” he teases back, pressing you down into the mattress with the warm weight of his body.

“Josh…” his name is nearly all you can manage. He’s all you can see, and hear, and smell…he’s all around you, and he’s fucking intoxicating.

“What?” he breathes into your mouth, lips moving languidly over your own.

“You have a problem, you know?” a careful pinch at the curve of his waist earns your bottom lip a nip of his teeth.

“What sort of problem, love?” he grinds against you until a tiny whimper flutters out of you on a sigh. “Tell me.”

“I think you’re a sex addict…and I think you need to get some help.” You’re only teasing…sort of.

“Oh, wouldn’t that make for an awkward intervention with my family? Have you planned one yet? Because I’d very much like to skip it.”

He’s rocking into you with a purpose now, and you can’t help yourself, you’re moving with him, lifting your hips to meet his as the grip you have on his shoulders tightens. “What? You don’t want to talk with your parents about how you can’t seem to keep your dick in your pants? C’mon Josh, don’t be like that. It’s only because we love you.”

“Would you shut up?” he smiles with an adorable roll of his eyes. “I’m trying to fuck my girl, and I can’t do that if she’s talking about my parents.”

“I already told you, your girl’s closed for business.” you remind him.

“Why?” his hand slips down to slide up inside your shirt, warm fingers seeking out your hardened nipple. “You think I don’t know why you’re giving me such a hard time about this? It’s just a little blood, sweetheart…I don’t care, I’m a sex addict, remember?” He winks at you and steals your heart away. He still isn’t fighting fair.

“Well, the sheets will care.” you point out, feeling the warm flush of heat that’s coloring your cheeks.

“Listen, don’t tell them, because I don’t want to be hurtful…” he whispers, words tickling your ear softly. “But I don’t give a shit about the sheets. In fact, I hate them. Let’s ruin them, yeah?”

“It’ll make a mess, Josh.” you hum as he sucks delicately at your neck.

“Good.” his hand has abandoned your breast and is now sneaking down to trace your clit over your panties. “Wanna be my pretty, messy girl?”

“Fuck…” the curse trembles out of you sounding desperate and needy already.

“Yeah, listen to you. Sound all soft, just like an angel, don’t you? Tell me you want me, and make it sweet.”

His voice is so quiet, so low, rumbling out of him and straight into your cunt, like faraway thunder charging the air surrounding you both with electricity. Still, you shake your head…it’s too embarrassing.

“No?” a smug shadow casts over his expression. “Well, isn’t that a shame? I think this pretty little pussy wants me, though.” he circles your clit through the cotton hiding it a little faster. “I think she wants me so bad. Why don’t you let me spoil her for a little while?”

“Baby, stop…” you whine. He’s always gentle and attentive, if you really wanted him to stop he would in a heartbeat, but he knows that really isn’t what you want as well as you do.

“Oh, I’m ‘baby’ now? We’re making progress.” his fingers disappear into his delicious mouth and then slip inside your underwear to stroke over your swollen clit.

His touch is met with a shaking gasp that makes him groan in response. “Does that feel good, sweetheart?”

Your heart is a kick drum banging wildly in your chest as you offer a frantic nod just before your eyes drift shut. He’s gotten you so worked up, so quickly, and you’re so fucking sensitive…if you concentrated hard enough, you could cum already.

“My lovely girl,” he’s crooning so gently, nuzzling into your hair, taking such good care of you, your head is spinning. “Thank you, little star…thank you for being my good girl. For letting me touch you.”

“More…” you beg before you realize you’ve even spoken.

“You want more?” the grin in his tone is on full display though your eyes are still closed. The man loves a solid victory. “Does my baby want to cum pretty for me?”

“Don’t tease.” you huff, unease creeping back up as he slides your panties down. “Wait.”

“For what?” his lips and tongue are dancing along your collarbone, fingers slowly teasing.

“I’ve got to…” this is exactly why you shouldn’t have let him coax you into the fire. This is humiliating. You try again, “I need to…”

“Oh, this?” he gives the string of your tampon the tiniest tug. “I’ve got it.”

“Oh my god,” you swat at his chest and avoid his eyes, “No, you don’t…that’s just gross…”

Everything stops and he calls your eyes to his with a gentle, hey. “First of all, nothing about you is ‘gross’. You’re a goddess, little star, and this is a beautiful thing. Your body is perfect and sacred, and capable of creating and nurturing life. How could that be anything but incredible?”

“Joshua,” you groan. “Not everything is an acid trip, you know? Calm down, and go take a bath in patchouli and peyote.”

“Probably will,” he nods, circling your clit with a silken reverence. “afterwards. Listen to me though, ancient cultures believed that menstruating women–”

“Don’t ever say menstruating again.” you interrupt, rolling your hips into his touch.

“Hush.” he scolds, licking at your throat. “The ancients believed that due to their connection to the moon and its phases, they held great shamanic power. They were revered and worshiped, they even built them special huts where they could retreat during the height of their powers. Did you know that?”

He pulls lightly on the string again, in silent question, and you give in with a nod. He frees you of it, and you try not to think too hard about it as he tosses it into the trash can beside the bed.

“There we go,” he soothes as his fingers ease inside you. “Oh sweetheart, you’re so warm.” it’s a quiet comment, almost as though he’s talking to himself, then, he continues. “The blood was considered powerful and ceremoniously charged, they used it in rituals, and to heal.”

In a move that stuns you, he eases his fingers out of you and into his mouth, licking them clean with a muted sound of bliss. “You taste so good, you’re perfect and I’d lie at your feet if you asked me to, you fucking goddess.”

A laugh trills out of you. “You sounded so profound until ‘fucking goddess’.”

“Shit…” he shakes his head in mock disappointment. “Almost had it, didn’t I?”

“Yeah,” you breathe as he sinks his fingers back inside your cunt. “Almost.”

“Relax for me, love.” he sounds so calming, lulling your nerves like a familiar song. “Let me make you feel good. Let me take care of my pretty girl.”

He swirls into that delectable spot inside you and you can’t quiet the gasp that escapes you, but he’d give just about anything to listen to that beautiful sound on loop for the rest of his days.

“That’s it, love.” he’s kissing over your sternum, seemingly unbothered that your t-shirt is still hiding you away. “You just lie still and let me treat you sweet. My baby, love you so much.”

You give yourself over, pliant and subordinate. There are no worries in this world he builds for you, there is nothing but Josh.

His hand is working away at you, coaxing you closer and closer, with his fingers curled and searching just right, and the heel of his palm grinding away at your throbbing clit.

“Please, baby…” you’re panting and writhing beneath him like a whore, and maybe you’d try and stop, if only you cared. “Please…”

The tip of his tongue snakes over the shell of your ear. “I love it when you whine,” he sounds fervent and hungry for it, as if he wants your orgasm even more than you do. “Give it to me, little star…give it up. C’mon…”

It blooms inside of you slowly, a peony of pleasure, dewey petals opening up to the morning sun that is his love.

“That’s a real good girl, baby…” he praises, eyes darting from your face as it twists in euphoria, to where his fingers are fucking you through your orgasm. You gush around him, spilling over his skin, like glittering rubies. Garnet mixed with your release, stark against his pale flesh. He thinks it’s beautiful, really…and his chest tightens with a sudden grateful ache– that you would give this to him; this vulnerability.

He has lost himself in the moment, but when you squeeze your thighs together to ward off the overstimulation, he finds his way home to you. When he does, his gaze zeroes in on your eyes, and the way they seem to be on fire as they stare down at his hand.

“You like that, sweetheart?” he teases softly. “See how pretty? Let’s paint, hmm? You can be my masterpiece…my paragon of filth and beauty.”

Your confusion is short-lived as his fingertip skates across your cheek, leaving a streak of crimson in its wake. He bestows a matching mark upon the opposite cheek and then wraps his sticky hand around your throat, claiming you with your own blood while he lines himself up.

“Feel that?” he whispers as he nudges inside. “Gorgeous cunt sucking me right in…wants me so bad.”

A twinge of self-consciousness begins to creep up inside you. You’re wearing your own blood, he, even more so. It covers your thighs, and his cock, and the sheets below you…the shame, unwarranted, but real all the same, is growing hot in your belly and you want it to go away. You want him to make it go away.

“Josh…” you squeak meekly.

You aren’t given the chance to finish your thought. “Shh, little star…you’re so beautiful. My pretty, pretty girl. I love this, to just be covered in you. You smell like shiny little pennies, and you taste like home, and you feel like heaven. I love you, baby.”

He fucks into you harder, in spite of the gentleness of his devotions, and you wrap yourself around him, clinging to him like you may never get the chance to hold him again.

“I can feel you dripping off of me…” he growls, sounding so unlike himself you feel like you’re lying with a stranger you’ve known all your life. “You’re my angel…a fucking diety, my goddess. I love you, I love you, I love…fuck, fuck!”

You’d claim to be surprised if you were a liar, but the man has an unrivaled fidelity to a dramatic monologue, and you adore him for it.

Lifting away from the bed, you prop yourself up on your elbows and stare down at where your bodies are coupled, and the feral gleam in his eye tells you he likes that very much. “Yeah? You wanna watch? Look at that, you’re all over me. Doesn’t it look pretty? That’s your cock, isn’t it, sweetheart?”

“Mine.” you nod urgently, the heat rolling and tumbling in your stomach gaining in intensity. “Harder.”

“Listen to you,” he sounds so very proud of your cock-drunk state. “Can’t form a sentence for me, little star? Come on now, talk to me, baby.”

“Close..” you pant, eyes screwing shut as your mouth falls open in a silent cry.

“Mmm…” he hums, like he’s just savored a bite of his favorite dish. “Good girl, good fucking girl. Gonna cum on my cock? Gonna show me how much you love it? Show me, c’mon.”

Tiny puffs of air are being punched out of your lungs with his every thrust.

“Listen to my angel…” he’s losing it too, you can tell by the winded rasp coloring his voice. “Can you do it for me? Please, baby…fucking please…”

It’s like he’s willed it so, your end crashes into you hard and fast, rolling over you like a violent wave..dragging you under until the entire world is muffled and hazy.

You’re cumming so hard, and it’s like a curled finger beckoning him right alongside you.

His whole body seizes up, still and rigid, for just a blink before releasing all that tension with a long, beautiful moan of your name and a string of obscenities.

The life drains right out of you as he falls down around you, both sets of lungs struggling hard to draw a deep breath.

If you could live right here in this moment, you could live happily forever.

He pulls out slowly, with an adorable little shudder of a chill, then his hands find your face once again, “my messy, pretty girl.”

You want to look away, but his stare holds you fast, “Josh, stop…”

“No.” He argues with that beautiful, glowing face of his. “You are. You’re my girl…and you just give me whatever I want. I’m so lucky.”

“It’s because I want it too.” Your confession is so sheepish, you aren’t even sure he’s heard until he sucks into your throat again, muffled, rasping confessions promising a round two that will put the first go ‘round to shame.

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[hermannsthumb]

omg could we see #62 from the winter prompts list?

62. you’re my college roommate’s sibling/best friend and you’ve come to visit for a week since you’re done school but unlike some people, I have three more finals to study for so kindly fuck off

from winter writing prompts here

stuck on some of my other wips so i'm digging back through my old unfilled winter prompts!! from. well. 2018. can you believe i've been writing fic this long. insane.

enjoy some dumb (sort of?) college boys newmann! I decided to cheat with the prompt a little (a lot) so I could work it to be conceivably not an AU but instead set pre-canon, though I realize it techhhhnically screws around with the newt/herm penpal backstory just a tiny little bit....

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To be honest Newt’s probably paying more for year-round university housing then he would be in rent at an actual apartment at this point, but details like that get a little screwy when you start college significantly before your eighteenth birthday and grow up on campus. His dorm holds more sentimental value than his childhood home at this point. I mean, it technically is his childhood home. Newt did try the spring of his twenty-first birthday to finally move out, but he spent exactly two minutes poking through a Cambridge housing group on Facebook before it made him want to die and he gave up. At least this way he doesn't have to buy new furniture.

He has enough good will left with administration despite all the shit he's pulled to leverage certain things like that in his favor, and he struck a deal to keep his dorm in exchange for letting campus housing utilize it as an actual dorm from time to time. (Which is to say, Newt is kind of broke and needs to save money from his stipend every now and then for, you know, groceries, so he can grit his teeth and deal with a roommate when the time comes.)

His roommate at the moment is a German exchange student (maybe one or two years younger than Newt) who’s currently enrolled in a year-long study abroad program to mess around with electrical engineering—interesting enough guy with just enough neuroses and weird family issues to make Newt feel like the most well-adjusted twentysomething in the world. It's a great ego boost.

Anyway, it’s convenient. There are like three Dunks of varying quality to choose from at any given moment, and Newt only has to walk ten minutes max to any lecture hall to give class. This is especially nice on stupidly cold and snowy days like today where even a ten minute walk feels like too much.

The door to Newt’s dorm is slightly ajar when he finally gets home. In normal circumstances this would make Newt pause and think for a few seconds before stomping inside—rules of horror movies or whatever—because if his roommate is anything, it’s particular with things like that. Shoes off at the door, dishes left in the sink on a firm one-day-max limit, doors very much locked when they leave to protect all their super important possessions from being stolen, like the refurbished Playstation 2 Newt got off eBay or the Brita filter Newt also got off eBay. Very luxurious stuff.

But Newt’s cold and hungry, so he stomps inside anyway. He does kick his boots off, though—just because some people decided to stop following the dorm rules doesn’t mean Newt will—and makes sure to click the door shut behind him carefully. “Hey, dude, you home?” he calls down the hallway. Nothing. His roommate, Bastien, is usually in class at this time of the day, but finals have turned their schedules upside down, so who knows. He wiggles out of his winter coat and hangs it next to an unfamiliar green parka on the wall hooks (maybe Bastien went on a shopping spree?) and tries a second time. “Uh, you know you left the door open?”

Newt's glasses are splattered with melted snow, and he dries them on the hem of his sweater as he fumbles with the door to their room—and is more than a little surprised when he sees the blurry shape of Bastien sitting primly on the edge of his bed, smoothing out his clothing like he’s just woken up from a nap. His bed as in Newt’s bed. Newt startles backwards. “Oh,” he says. “Um. Hey?” Has he fucked up? Are they having a roommate talk about something? …Preceded by Bastien inexplicably taking a nap in his bed?

He pushes his glasses back on. The dark-haired blur on his bed comes into focus, and though the sharp angles, bad haircut, and vaguely sickly pale flush are reminiscent of Newt’s roommate, everything else about him is different, from the brown eyes to the wide frown. It’s a Gottlieb, no question, but which one Newt’s not sure. He knows there are at least three more of them, a concept which has always struck fear into Newt’s heart each time Bastien alludes to having siblings. “Hello,” the guy on Newt’s bed says. He nods. Very proper. “You’re Newton.”

“…Yeah?” Newt says.

The mysterious Gottlieb is kind of hot, which is the worst part. The whole stern professor look he’s rocking—big glasses, knit sweatervest, slightly too-big loafers—is doing him plenty of favors. Normal circumstances, Newt thinks again, coming home to a hot nerd lounging in your bed? It might almost make him believe in a higher power. It’s taking a significant amount of effort to not start flirting. Then again, he is in Newt's bed, and has been clearly been sleeping in Newt's bed, which feels like a flirtation in and of itself.

“Hermann Gottlieb,” the professor-dude says. He gets to his feet with the aid of a cane, which he’d hooked on one of Newt’s bedposts and offers a hand out to Newt like they’re both eighty years old. Mildly bewildered, Newt takes it. He's treated to a firm handshake. “I assume my brother told you to expect me? I let myself in. I hope that’s not too rude of me, but it was rather cold out.”

“Uh,” Newt says again. He’s a lot more…British than Newt expected. Very posh BBC-miniseries about posh English people with large country estates. Especially compared to Bastien, whose first language is clearly German and is very much not British—it’s just not exactly what Newt was expecting. “I mean—he didn’t totally tell me you were coming. Or, at all.” Hermann drops his hand. “I guess he could’ve mentioned it and I just forgot.” This is probably what happened. Newt’s been a little busy lately.

He decides to address the elephant in the room next, the bed thing, and determine if it was a deliberate choice or not. Maybe Bastien has made Newt out to be so irresistible in whatever he’s reported back to the Gottlieb family that Hermann decided to try his luck. This is definitely not the case, but Newt can pretend. “You’re on my bed,” he continues, and points across the room. “Bastien’s is that one.”

“Oh,” Hermann says. He looks mortified in a properly stiff-lipped way and almost trips over himself to cross the tiny dorm room, and for a split second Newt sees a different Hermann behind the dress shoes and exaggerated formalities: an awkward twentysomething probably barely older than Newt playing dress-up to be taken seriously. The belt he’s cinched to the last notch around the oversized waist of his tweed pants is stiff and cracked in places. Bastien mentioned once that one of his brothers is a math whiz who’s followed an accelerated academic path not entirely unlike Newt’s, and Newt suddenly has a strong hunch he’s looking right at him. “I’m—I’m very sorry. I didn’t realize. My flight only just got in, and the time zones—I was a bit tired.”

“No worries, man,” Newt says. He tosses his tote bag onto the Hermann-sized indentation in his bedspread and kicks his docs off one at a time, while across the room Hermann twists the handle of his cane between his hands. “You want some coffee or something? Bastien is usually out until late on Thursdays, so it might just be us for a while, sorry.” He pulls the sweatshirt he’d slung on his desk chair that morning down over his head and straightens out his glasses.

The offer for coffee is a somewhat-pitying lifeline Newt is decent enough to throw out, which he has a feeling both of them understand. Hermann seizes it desperately. “Coffee would be nice,” he says.

He trails after Newt into the kitchen. Apartment-style or not, it’s still a campus dorm, and the kitchen space is cozy at best and cramped at worst. Hermann plasters himself against a row of cabinets in a heroic effort to stay out of Newt’s way as Newt dumps some coffee grounds and water into his cheap pot and digs two mugs out of the cupboard. They avoid making eye contact at all costs while it percolates. “We have, like,” Newt gestures vaguely at the doorway, “a couch? If you wanted to sit? And not stand here?”

“I don’t mind,” Hermann says.

Newt kind of minds, but whatever, he can deal. He pours soy milk into one mug in preparation and offers some to Hermann, who shakes his head. The coffee drips slowly into the pot. Newt thinks about the stack of ungraded finals tucked into a binder in his tote bag, the other stack waiting on his desk, and the final final he still has to proofread and send off to Copytech for, like, seventy copies by tomorrow. “So, Hermann,” Newt says, and tries to think of a polite way to ask why exactly are you in my apartment during finals week? Does the guy not also have finals in England or wherever? “Are you just visiting your bro for fun, or…?”

Hermann’s face twists with a sour expression. “For a week,” he says. “Not all that willingly. I’m in town for a conference and I won’t have my hotel room until tomorrow morning. Bastien offered to let me use his couch for the night.” He adds hesitantly, “I’m due to give a presentation on Tuesday.”

A lecture: almost definitely the math whiz, then, unless overachieving is a family trait. Newt will circle back to that later. He’s not exactly a math expert, but you kinda can’t really pick up that many STEM doctorates without having at least a basic (or, you know, decently advanced) understanding of, uh, everything about math, and he’s keen to hear what Hermann plans to lecture on. “I’ll try to stay out of your hair,” Hermann adds quickly. “I know you’re busy with final exams and whatnot.”

“Ugh, no kidding,” Newt says. The coffee finally finishes with a few rattling huffs, and Newt carefully pours it into their mugs and shoves the less-chipped one over to Hermann. “I still have another left to go,” he continues. “I got stuck with three whole sections this semester, it sucks. I think they just wanted to get back at me for—well, um, I caused a minor fire in the lab last year and they had to evacuate a few buildings, and I put it out right away because I'm the king of lab safety, but whatever, everyone lost their shit anyway. It’s going to take me forever to grade everything.”

Hermann frowns at him, and Newt wonders exactly how much Bastien has shared about his American roommate—or in this case how little. “Not a student,” he explains. “Dr. Geiszler, technically, but do not call me that. I managed to convince the biology department head to convince student life to let me keep living on campus after I—well, I guess I technically graduated undergrad a while ago. After I wrapped up my first PhD?”

“Ah,” Hermann says, and the edges of his sharp cheekbones going the faintest shade of pink. “I’d assumed—Bastien didn’t mention that, is all.” His eyes flick over Newt twice, scrutinizing him and lingering on his oversized hoodie, a DIY screen-print job bearing the latest logo for Newt’s band that he tried valiantly to sell at their last show. “First PhD? Exactly how old are you?”

“Twenty-two,” Newt says. “I skipped a grade. Or ten. Would not recommend it. Anyway, Hermann, you’re some sort of super-genius, right? You were doing calculus in your crib or something?”

If Newt’s right about which brother Hermann is, that means—compared to the rest of his family—Bastien has alluded to Hermann’s existence in all but name three whole times. By familial standards Newt can only assume that means they’re practically BFFs and probably send each other birthday cards every year. If possible Hermann might be even more reserved than Bastien, though, and it’s making Newt want very badly to prod him a little more just to see what happens. Get him to poke his head out of his shell or something. “That’s pretty impressive, you know,” he adds.

Hermann flushes pink for real this time, obviously pleased with the compliment, and Newt’s equally pleased to see him hold his head a little higher. They’re getting somewhere. “It’s not precisely that dramatic,” Hermann says. “But, yes, er—I started university at a rather young age. Comparatively. Before that, my father sent me abroad when I was eight for my schooling. I’d shown a knack, I suppose, for mathematics, and…”

Abroad—Newt guesses that explains the different accent. Not unlike Newt himself. He wonders if Hermann’s family ribs him for the lapses in his German the way Newt’s family does (America is rotting your brain, Newt!), though maybe somewhat less gently. “And?”

“I’ll finish my doctorate in the spring,” Hermann finishes, with a small smile.

“Dr. Gottlieb,” Newt says. “Nice. I like the sound of that.”

Hermann suddenly spills a large amount of coffee down the front of his sweater. He doesn’t seem to notice, though his ears (which stick out just a little) do go red, so Newt doesn’t say anything.

It’s unfortunate how cute Hermann is. Newt briefly debates the ethics of hitting on your roommate’s hot British brother and whether or not it breaches some sort of sacred roommate code. On the one hand, Hermann is only here for a week, so it’s not like they can get up to too much, and Bastien himself will be packing everything back up for Germany in like, six months tops when his study abroad program ends in the spring anyway. And besides, it’s not like Newt and Bastien are tight or anything like that. On the other hand—I mean, that would be weird, right? You can’t just hit on your roommate’s hot British brother, especially not when he's sleeping on your couch for the night.

Newt has over a hundred final exams to grade, and a suitcase to pack for his own trip (albeit one that’s a maybe-thirty minute ride on the commuter rail) out to his dad’s for the break. He kinda wants to hit on Hermann.

He’s going to hit on Hermann.

“Sooooo,” he begins, “you got any plans, or—?”

And it’s then that Hermann’s cell phone begins to buzz in his pocket. “Ah,” Hermann says. “One moment—apologies.” He pulls out a battered flip phone that looks like it’s been passed down from at least two other people and squints at the screen. “My brother,” he explains, “at last. He’s finishing up at the library and wants to meet for dinner.”

“Oh, right,” Newt says. “Of course. Duh.”

Hermann closes his phone slowly and hazards a small, but considering, glance at Newt, and Newt has a fleeting suspicion he’s not the only one weighing the pros and cons of risky flirting. He might just be flattering himself, though. “…Would you like to join us?” Hermann says. “I’m sure Bastien wouldn’t mind. It might be…” He works his jaw a few times. It’s incredibly cute. He’s clean-shaven in a way Newt hasn’t managed to be since he turned seventeen (the Geiszlerian curse of thick facial hair whether you want it or not), and it makes him look even more like a weird kid trying very hard to be an adult. “Fun.”

It's a bad idea. Hermann’s only here for a week, and he’ll clearly be busy with his conference and his big talk and all that, and then they’ll be back on opposite sides of the Atlantic probably forever—Newt would just be setting himself up for heartbreak. And six months of awkwardly dodging his roommate, which is possibly worse. Ugh. Being responsible sucks. “I shouldn’t,” he finally sighs. “I have to finish—”

“—your finals. Of course,” Hermann says. “Yes, of course, I’m sorry. I forgot. I’ll let you be.” He sets his mug on the counter by the sink. “Thank you for the coffee.”

“Sure, dude,” Newt says.

Hermann works his jaw again, chewing at his lower lip, and then says so quickly Newt almost misses it “If you’re around next Tuesday, perhaps you would like to see my talk?”

Newt tries very hard to be chill. “Yeah, totally,” he says. “That would be awesome. I think I can make it.”

Hermann nods solemnly. “Excellent. I’ll ask Bastien to give you the details later.”

He finally begins to dot at the coffee stain on his sweater with a handkerchief he pulls from a different pocket, and Newt squeezes past him to rinse their mugs out. (No dishes in the sink overnight.) His elbow brushes against Hermann’s as he dries them with a dishtowel. Hermann makes no effort to move away from him, and this close he smells like stale cigarette smoke. Newt can imagine him standing out in the rain in a dreary English landscape somewhere, maybe in the oversized coat he saw hanging by the door, scowling and crushing cigarette filters beneath his cane.

There’s something strangely magnetic about Hermann.

“Hey, listen,” Newt says. He dries his hands off on his pants. Hermann looks at him, abandoning his efforts to clean himself up. “You wanna swap emails or anything…? Maybe we could talk. Collaborate on, uh, something.” He has absolutely zero idea of Hermann’s subfield so he doesn’t know exactly what they’ll collaborate on just yet, but he’ll think of something. Make some notes during the Tuesday lecture. Newt has three PhDs and counting, he can come up with an excuse to talk to a cute boy, okay, he’s not twelve. He’d ask for Hermann’s number like a normal human being if he could dream of affording the international texting rate.

Hermann gives him another stiff nod and the shadow of a smile, which Newt hopes means an enthusiastic yes, Newt, I’d love to be your penpal!, so Newt fishes a pad of paper and a pencil out from the kitchen junk drawer and they take turns printing their emails out as neatly as possible. Hermann folds the slip of paper with Newt’s in half and slips it into his top pocket. “It was very good to meet you, Dr. Geiszler,” Hermann says, and he offers Newt a parting handshake.

What the hell, Newt thinks, and takes it.

It takes ten months and a split in reality at the bottom of the Pacific Ocean for Hermann to get around to emailing Newt. Newt expects they’ll have a lot to collaborate on in the near future.

[msnanu]

Life Twist 03 | JJK

⏤banner by the talented and sweet: @archivedkookie ❣

⏤summary ❧ After an enormous loss in your life and breaking a long relationship with your now ex boyfriend, you decided you needed a life twist. So you move into a new country to try restart your life and seek for your happiness. What you weren’t expecting was someone like Jungkook entering into your life as soon as you got to Seoul.

⏤𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 ❧ jungkook x female reader

⏤𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦 ❧ fluff, angst, smut, slow burn, 4 years age gap (reader is JK’s noona)

⏤𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 ❧ mature language

⏤𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 ❧ 10.4K+

⏤ author’s note❧ I worked so hard to deliver this by today! And it's a really long chapter so I really hope you enjoy it. As I said in last chapter, things are getting really interesting and the trip has finally arrived!! Please let me know your thoughts on the story! 🤟

Last few days went amazing. You had your date with Minho which was incredible, he took you to a fancy restaurant and picked you up with a bouquet of red roses - though your favorites are the jasmines - and of course, the night ended up with you two humping like rabbits at your apartment.

You just couldn't get your hands of each other.

Last night when he went to your place to "watch a movie" you don't even recall how the hell he ended up eating you out on the sofa and you giving him a mind-blowing blow job. You felt proud of yourself, you could see how your touch affected him so much and it honestly boosted your ego every time you got to intimate with him.

And even if you have been having sex like crazy which it could easily be considered as work out with all the physical activity being involved, you should really start going to the gym. You haven't gone since you moved

Chris told you to go to the same gym as him since Jackson worked there and being friends of him has its perks because he always gets huge discounts so, the fee at the gym is not that expensive as normally, all thanks to him.

You agree on meeting there with Chris today after work.

As soon as you arrived the gym, your phone vibrated letting you know you had a new message

Chris bestie: Hey, I'm still stuck at work. We have this huge project coming up and the meeting we had today extended more than expected. I'll be there as soon as I can! Jackson knows your coming so don't worry he's expecting you! Sorry!

'Don't worry, take your time! I'll be here. I've just arrived, see u later 😘' you respond quickly before going through the gym entrance

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As soon as you enter you spotted Jackson talking to a girl who you guess is the receptionist. He sees you and waves you from a far and when you got close enough, he hugged you while happily saying 'Hey Y/n, it's so nice to see you', he's such a sweetheart - you think -. 'Hey! It's nice to see u again too. Thanks for allowing me to come here. I really need to start working out again, I haven't done it since I moved Seoul' and then you also say a quick 'Hello' to the receptionist that was talking with Jackson before you got there

'No need to thank, you are also my friend now too, so this is one of the benefits of being my friend' he says wiggling his eyebrows, you both chuckle and then he says while hinting at the receptionist girl 'This is Amy, she'll ask some information that she needs to prepare the electronic card that you need to enter to the actual gym. For now, she'll give you a guest card but next time you come your personal card should be ready, and that you should also ask for Amy to give it to you. I'll be inside the gym if you need me, I'll be around so just look for me if you need anything really' and you nod at him while saying 'Thanks Jackson, you're the best', he winks at you and proceeds to go to the gym

When you finish giving Amy all your information, she handed you the guest card and you go through a large hall followed by a few stairs that lead to the gym.

You left your backpack at the girls locker and you were about to start some warm up exercises when all of the sudden you hear a voice that by now you know too well 'Hi noona - Never thought I’ll see you here' you turn around to find a smiling Jungkook - and honestly your heart felt warm at the sight of him, you felt weird but a nice weird feeling - , so you smile back and go closer to give him a hug which you realize it startled him but he immediately hugs you back while you say 'Hi, I didn't think I would see u here too' when you stop hugging each other you look at his face, he is all red blushing like crazy and you say while laughing 'Sorry, I tend to hug people a lot, it's a habit'

'No need to apologize, I liked it, I just didn't expect it' he says shily and then continues 'Um, noona...'

'Hmm?' You hum while you are tugging your hair in a ponytail

'I actually wanted to talk to you about something'

You don't know why but you start feeling nervous, so you try your best to sound unaffected and say 'Yep, sure, what is it about?'

'It's about the other night at Jackson's birthday, at the club'

Okay, now you're getting more and more nervous

'What about it?' you simply respond looking at him, you can feel he's just as nervous as you are

'Um, I know you saw a girl kissing me. I just wanted to tell you that she's not my girlfriend, in fact not at all. See, that girl and I we used to hook up a few months ago... we didn't get to be anything official because I found out she was sleeping with multiple guys at the same time she was with me, when we were supposedly exclusive to each other. So, I broke things off about 3 months ago. She comes to this gym sometimes and Jackson hyung told her that we were going to the club that night... so she showed up and all the sudden she kissed me...that's when you saw us, but I stopped her and told her to piss off afterwards' by the time he finishes his explanation, he sounds relieved, like he had to take all that out of him

And, you don't know why but, in a way, you also feel relieved because now you know he doesn't have a girlfriend and apparently it was all a misunderstanding. 

But you can't avoid asking him 'JK, why are you telling me all of this? You don't have to explain yourself to me. You're single you can pretty much do whatever you want with whoever you want'

He looks at you straight in the eyes and responds 'I know I don't have to explain myself to you, but I wanted to do it. Specially because...' he takes a few seconds and then continues 'because that night I was hoping to be by your side, noona. I didn't want you to take the wrong idea about me’

'Okay... I get it' you mumble, you were surprised after everything you just heard, you weren't sure what to respond

'Are you dating that guy from the club?' suddenly asks while crossing his bulgy arms over his chest bringing you back to Earth in a snap – He really goes straight to the point you can't help to think -

And then it hits you - how the hell does he know about Minho? Did he saw you kissing him at the night club? Gosh, your head is spinning by now.

 'His name is Minho' you start saying and you see Jungkook rolling his eyes while you continue 'and... we are getting to know each other, we're not anything official yet but I don't know... we'll see' you explain

'Okay, guess I'll have to wait for my chance' he says without any shame and then he gets closer, cups your face while you gulp when he looks at your lips, his gaze now going to your eyes while saying with his raspy voice 'Let me know if you need any help with your work out, noona' and then he pecks you on the cheek, leaving with a smirk plastered on his face.

Jungkook wanted to see if he affected you the same way as you affect him and oh boy... he really did because you stayed frozen in your place for a straight minute touching your cheek where he just pecked you.

Fuck. This brat is going to be the death of you.

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Once you came out of your frozen state you tried to act as if nothing had happened and started with your warming up exercises.

You have been doing squats for the last 15 minutes or so and suddenly you saw in the reflection of the mirror in front of you that JK was getting off the treadmill and going towards the area that you were working out 

You think you're the only one who knows how to tease, Jeon Jungkook? Just wait and see - you think - so once he's near you, he goes to grab his water bottle that he had left on top of the benches.

That's when you said 'JK, I think I could use your help, could you please check if I'm doing this exercise okay?' and when he turned around, he chocked and spitted the water he was drinking all over himself. You were in all fours looking at him through the mirror. 

You feigned innocence and got up quickly to check up on him.

His shirt was now drenched in water, and you could clearly see his toned abs. You put one of your hands over his chest and say, 'Oh my god, are you okay?' with the most innocent tone.

It's safe to say that JK's brain at this point was malfunctioning, he couldn't even respond and that's when you devilishly continue with your teasing while your hand goes down trailing his amazing body, straight to his abs and you see JK's Adams apple bobbing while he follows your hand with his dumbfounded gaze 'God, you are all wet' you say while biting your lips and his eyes widened like two plates - of course, your choice of words was on purpose, you putted the bait hoping he was going to take the double meaning and as soon as you saw his doe eyes pop out of his head, you knew he had fallen for it -

'I think I'll better go run a few miles over the treadmill. You should go get dry, big guy' you say while giving him a few palms over his abs

He just nodded at you and kept frozen in his place for a solid minute while looking at you go over to the treadmills area

As soon as you turned around, a wide smile appeared on your face, you couldn't help but to feel proud of yourself. Your work was done. Two can play this game.

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You had already been running on the treadmill for a few minutes when Chris finally arrived. He waved you from afar and went to the treadmill right next to yours to start with his working out

‘Tough day at work, huh?’ you said

‘You can’t even imagine – we haven’t even started, and my boss has been insufferable, it’s the biggest project we've gotten until now and we are gonna be working 24/7 for the next few weeks or so – so, take a good look at this incredibly handsome face because it’s the last time you’ll see it at least for a while’

Chris is a publicist and of course, he works for a publicity company. He’s pretty damn good at it, that’s how he arrived in Seoul 2 years ago, he was scouted by the company because of his amazing talent, he even graduated from university with honors. His work is basically generating buzz and publicity around the clients, managing their public image, and coordinate media appearances, events to boost the brands and interviews among other tasks.

You talked for a while about what the project is for. He told you is for a big client from Japan and he’ll be specially in charge of an event that will help promote the client’s brand in South Korea.

‘I just hope you don’t skip meals as you always do any time you get this kind of big projects’ you say to your best friend and then you look at him with puppy eyes and say ‘I’m gonna miss you tho, bestie’ while pouting

He starts laughing and responds ‘I’m gonna miss you too, babe. But we’ll have time to catch up once I finish with the project. We’ll be going to our trip to Hobi’s cottage by then’

‘Oh also, knowing you, I assume you didn’t checked your phone for the last hour and didn’t see the group chat’

‘Nope, I left my phone on my backpack. What’s up?’

‘We’ll all go to a bar to have a few drinks tonight, since I won’t be able to go out for a while. I wanted to have at least a night to relax before the ass whoop I’m gonna have from my boss for the next weeks’

‘Oh, fuck, I had plans with Minho. But I guess he won’t be mad if I ask him to reschedule’

‘Why would you reschedule? You could bring him over too. It would be nice to meet the guy that’s been pounding my best friend and, I would really like to let him know what is going to happen if he breaks your heart’

‘No no no no Chris, promise me you’ll not do that. We are not 18 anymore, you can’t keep threatening every guy that dates me, you’ll scare him away and he’s a good guy. Trust me’

‘Ugh, you’re no fun. Okay, I’ll try not to threaten him, not promising anything tho’

You’re sending him daggers with your glare by now so Chris chuckle and says while lifting his hands in a defensive way ‘Fine, fine… I won’t do anything to scare him away. I promise’

‘Thank you, I love you. I’ll go text Minho to tell him we’re changing plans’ you say to your best friend while getting off the treadmill and taking direction to the girls lockers

‘Hey! :) there’s a slightly change of plans for tonight. My friends are meeting tonight at this bar to have a few drinks – Chris told me to bring you so he can meet you. Let me know if you’re cool with meeting them tonight, no pressure!’

Minho: ‘Hey princess! No worries, just let me know the address and I’ll be there!’

You smile at his response and text him the details.

Then it hits you, JK will probably be there too. And Minho. And you. Okay, that’s gonna be awkward, at least to you… Minho doesn’t know that the guy that you were sad about because you saw him kissing another girl on the night club was part of your ‘friends’ group’, you didn’t think it was something worth to tell since nothing really happened between you and JK.

Well, let’s just hope that the night goes smoothly

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You were waiting for Minho to arrive at the bar entrance, you were a little bit nervous. It was the first time you were going to introduce him to your new friends and your good old best friend. Minho is already aware of how much Chris matters to you, you made sure to let him know that Chris is like a brother to you and that the person that dates you needs to have a good relationship with him. It’s that important to you.

Minho finally arrived; you warned him while entering the bar that Chris might threaten him. ‘I told him not to do it but, I know he’ll probably do it anyway. He means well’ you say and then Minho responds chuckling ‘Don’t worry about it, it’s nice to know that he’s protective towards you but there’s no need, I wouldn’t hurt you princess’ and you smile at him while giving him a peck in the cheek

You saw your friends sitting on a large table, everyone was already there but JK and Jin who were supposedly on their way together. Aria was the first one to greet you from a far with a sweet smile ‘Hey Y/n’ and then the others also greeted you. ‘Hi guys! This is Minho everyone’ you said shily and each and everyone started to introduce with Minho.

Chris’s turn was the last and of course when his time came, he got up from his sit and shake hands with Minho - while smiling at him he said: ‘It’s nice to finally meet you, Y/n surely has talked a lot about you', then Minho responded while chuckling ‘I hope she said nice things. It’s nice to meet you too, honestly. Y/n told me how important you are for her, so I was looking forward to finally meet you’

Your best friend smiled and said ‘I like this guy’ while looking at you. The three of you laughed and you said ‘See, I told you he’s a good guy’ while you started to place yourselves next to Chris’s sit

You ordered drinks for everyone, and you were all engaged in talking. You were mostly chit chatting with Aria and Emma about this amazing cat café in Myeongdong where you literally can have your coffee served surrounded by cats – a paradise for you – so you were talking about going there soon the three of you. You checked on Minho from chance to chance but honestly, he was having a good talk with Namjoon and Yoongi about some basketball team that you don’t even remember the name, so you didn’t have much to worry about.

By the time you were going to order your second round of drinks, Jin and Jungkook arrived. You saw Jungkook’s eyes widening and his smile dropping once he spotted Minho right beside you, honestly you felt uneasy, you didn't want to make him feel umconfortable or anything. As usual, Jin breaks the ice almost screaming ‘Hey guys, you didn’t wait for us to order, how rude! Oh…we have a new face here. Hey, I’m Jin nice to meet you’ Jin sweetly said towards Minho, and Minho responded with a smile ‘Hey, I’m Minho nice to meet you too’.

Jungkook was awfully quiet until Jin elbowed him and then sighing he said with the most unamusing tone ‘I’m Jungkook’ while Minho kept smiling at him and said, ‘Nice to meet you, Jungkook’ and JK just nodded without moving one muscle of his face. They both sited on the other side of the table, but you could clearly see JK sending daggers towards Minho all the freaking night, luckily Minho was distracted talking with your friends so, maybe he didn’t notice.

After a lot of chatting and some more few drinks, Chris told you ‘Hey – you wanna go grab another drink to the bar?’ which by the look he gave you, you knew it was just a code for ‘I want to tell you something but not with all the guys surrounding us’. So, you told Minho you were going to the bar to order some more drinks with Chris and he just said ‘Yeah sure princess’ and then continuing his talk with the guys.

‘JK is fuming right now’ was the first thing Chris told you when you got to the bar

Fuck. If Chris noticed that, then everybody else must've noticed it too. Even Minho.

‘Well, it’s not like he didn’t knew that I was dating Minho. He asked me today and I told him that we were getting to know each other’

‘Wait, what? When did he asked you that?’

‘Um, sorry I forgot to tell you about that. Today. At the gym. Before you arrived, we had a small talk… he wanted to explain himself about that girl that was kissing him the other night at the club. He told me she’s not his girlfriend, that she knew that they were going to the club that night because Jackson let it slip and she appeared all the sudden and kissed him – apparently, he stopped her right away and told her to piss off’

‘I knew it! I told you it was weird that he was kissing Lina’

‘Yeah, well… he also told me that he was expecting to spend that night by my side’

That’s when your best friend widenes his eyes ‘So, he basically confessed to you, and you didn’t think to mention this to me before?’

‘He didn’t confess, he just said that he was hoping to spend the night by my side, that’s far from confessing. Anyways, he then asked me if I was dating the guy from the club’

‘Ohhhhh, so he saw you at the club with Minho? This is starting to sound like a k-drama, I love it’

You sigh while your friend is just amused as hell with your dramatic life and say ‘Yeah but wait... that’s not the best part yet. When I told him that Minho and I are getting to know each other he responded, and I quote: ‘Guess I’ll have to wait for my chance’

‘WHAT THE FUCKKKK??’ he almost screamed excited

‘Shhhhhhhhhhhh for fucks sake, I’m trying to be low profile right here’

‘Sorry, I got too carried away. Wow, the maknae is getting bold. Did something else happened afterwards?’

'He pecked me on my cheek while telling me that I shoud let him know if I needed help with my work out'

'Such a tease!!! He is on fire! Aghh, I feel proud, he learnt well - he says like a proud dad, while you roll your eyes at him - What I'm curious now to know is what the hell did you do after all that happened?'

'Well, not too much. I froze for a while like an idiot because I wasn't expecting all that but, you know how I am...sooner or later I had to return the tease so, that's what I did' you say with a smile plastered on your face

'Ohhh this is even better than watching Netflix. I wanna know all the details, come on, spit it out!'

And then you explained to your best friend the devilishly plan to tease JK that you pulled off earlier at the gym and how flustered he seemed after that.

Chris laughed his ass off while saying 'Gosh, I would've paid to see JK's face. You really are diabolic sometimes, bestie but I love it!'

'I learnt from the best' you say while you both high five like teenagers

Suddenly you get all serious and confess to him 'Ugh but I have to be honest Chris. I felt a little relieved to know that he's not dating that girl Lina. I don't know why but, it kinda felt good when he explained everything. Which is confusing me, I mean I'm with Minho who is an amazing guy and I really like him... and he's not complicated at all, I feel like he knows exactly what he wants. But somehow, I always end up thinking about JK too, I don't know if I should be feeling this way'

'Well, to be fare the whole thing with Minho is recent. You like him but it's not like you're in love, at least not yet. It's normal that you feel attracted for JK too, specially when he is been so vocal about his feelings. My piece of advise is: If you like Minho, then I think you should give it a try with him and see where it goes. He seems like a nice guy honestly. If by any chance it doesn't work with Minho then you'll see what the future holds for you and the maknae'

'Yeah, I think you're right. Thank you for always listening to my drama' you hug your friend and bury your face in his chest

He hugs you back and while giving you a soft kiss on the top of your head he says 'I'll always be here for you, you know that. And also, you know how much I love when people start spilling the tea' earning a chuckle from you

'Okay, enough tea was spilled for now. We should go back' you say while your best friend nodds and you both start walking back to the table with your friends

By the time you went back to the table, Hobi informed you that he had also invited Minho to his parents' cottage and he had happily accepted. Yet you couldn't even concentrate on the conversation because you felt JK's intense gaze all over you. You two didn't talk that night at all, actually you almost didn't hear him talking, he was totally off and you felt bad, you felt this feeling...what was it? Guilt?

You're aware you're not doing anything wrong, but why does it feel like there is something wrong?

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About an hour later you were getting home with Minho. He just wanted to walk you home, he had told you that tonight he couldn’t stay with you because he was getting up early for an important meeting at his workplace.

Before saying your goodbyes, he said ‘Hey Y/n, I wanted to ask you something’

‘Yeah sure, shoot’ you said while smiling

‘Is there something happening between you and Jungkook? I couldn’t help to notice him sending me glares all night long and sometimes he was just staring at you’ he wasn’t mad or anything, he just sounded curious

Fuck. You knew he was going to notice. I mean even a blind could notice how JK was glaring the shit out of him, and they’ve just met tonight.

‘Um…well, I didn’t told you this before because it never happened anything between JK and I but remember the night we met?’ – he nods at you while waiting for you to go on – ‘JK is the guy that I told you that I thought I had a connection with and that I saw a girl sucking his face that night’

‘But I’m being totally honest with you right now, nothing happened between us. He did say to me that he was interested in me, but he’s not gonna act on it. So, you don’t have anything to worry about’

‘It’s hard to think he’s not gonna act on it when he was sending daggers towards me all night. But I trust you and that should be enough, just wanted to know I’m not getting in the middle of anything’

‘You’re not, I assure you. Thank you for trusting me’ you said to him while giving him a hug and then kissing him goodbye

He showed you a sweet smile and told you ‘Goodbye princess, I’ll talk to you tomorrow’

‘Sure, good luck in your meeting tomorrow. Go get them tiger!’ you both laughed at your cringy sentence and wave each other goodbye while he got into the elevator.

He really is a good guy, not any men would believe you right away that there’s nothing between you and JK after all that happened tonight.

But is it really true that there’s nothing between you and JK?

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The next few weeks went pretty much alike. You kept having dates with Minho regularly, you would stay in each other’s place on the weekends having sex 24/7, watching movies, going out for dinner, etc.

You kept going to the gym at least 3 days a week and usually bumped to JK doing his routine as always. You both would always talk about how your day went and tease a little bit each other. JK kept his flirtatious tone with you every single day, he wouldn’t give up, but he knew you were with Minho still, so he didn’t go any further after the peck on the cheek that he gave you that one time.

He never asked about Minho, and you also didn’t mention him, you felt like it wasn’t necessary to rub on JK’s face that your fling with Minho was going pretty well. In a way, you also liked the attention that JK gave to you, sometimes he looked at you in ways that made you feel butterflies in your stomach, he didn’t even have to say anything.

Chris as expected was fully immersed on his big project. You barely talked for the last 2 weeks and mostly it was you asking him ‘Have you eaten?’ ‘Don’t skip your meals’ ‘Stay hydrated and don’t drink too much coffee’

Any other person from outside would’ve thought that you were his mother. But you cared about your friend’s health, so you didn’t care if you were a pain in the ass, you were gonna make sure he’s healthy and it’s for his own benefit, that way he’ll be able to give all his energy to the upcoming event from his client.

Today you had sent him a delivery with his favorite food, just to make sure he gets to eat properly. You got a message from him

Chris bestie: ‘You really are the best friend I could’ve ever ask for. I miss you babe! I just want to get this done already so we can finally go enjoy ourselves at Hobi’s cottage’

‘I miss u too, bestie. Just making sure you stay healthy because I know that you skip meals when you’re this busy; remember you need the energy for the project! You’re almost there!!! Fighting!’

After Chris sending you a few heart emojis and kisses, your conversation with your best friend ended. At least you got him to eat something while working.

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‘JK, I thought you should know that Minho is also coming to my parents’ cottage’ said Hobi looking a little scared at the fuming maknae in front of him

Jin and Hobi invited him to have lunch today since they haven’t seen each other since the time you all went to the bar. Yoongi, Namjoon, Jackson, Joey, Jimin and Taehyung were all busy with work this time so they couldn’t make it.

JK was fucking angry and tired. Tired of waiting and seeing how you still were with this Minho guy. He had lost his patience, every time he saw you at the gym, he felt his heart was about to explode… that little time that he would spend with you, was the best he felt during the week. And he could feel that you wanted him too. So, he couldn’t understand why the fuck you were still with that guy instead of being with him?

‘Was it really necessary to invite that guy? Whose side are you on, hyung?’ the maknae responded

‘I’m not on anyone’s side, he’s the guy that Y/n is seeing and now she’s our friend too. We would do that with any friend of ours’ says Hobi trying to make JK understand his point of view

‘JK, you’ll keep seeing that guy as long as he’s dating Y/n, you might as well get used to be in the same place as him’ Jin added

‘I don’t want to see the girl that I like rubbing on my face that she’s with some other guy’

‘Well, there’s not much that we could do because he’s already invited. But Jin is right, you might as well get used to it, maybe it will help you to move on. And hey, if you want to invite someone yourself, you can do it too… just let me know before’

And that’s when JK came up with an idea

‘I might have someone that I could invite so, count one more person in, hyung’ JK said

Jin looked at the maknae suspiciously and said ‘Don’t do anything stupid, please’

The maknae faked innocence and said ‘Don’t worry, I won’t’

Somehow, Jin didn’t believe any word of JK’s last sentence.

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You were heading to your spot at the gym were you usually do your warmup exercises when you spotted JK on the benches

‘Hey you – how is it going?’ you said with a beaming smile towards him

JK was still very much angry after today’s lunch with Hobi and Jin and responded to you with a cold tone ‘I don’t really feel like talking today’

‘Auch, who hurt you?’

He wanted to say, ‘you and your little boyfriend that keeps getting in the middle’, but instead he didn’t open his mouth at all and went straight to the treadmill area leaving you there with a dumbfounded look.

You decided to follow him and before he could go to one of the treadmills, you grabbed him by his hand making him turn around and said to him ‘Hey – you know you can talk to me if you ever need to, right?’

He retrieved his hand back from your hold making your eyebrows furrow and that’s when he snapped at you saying ‘I don’t need to talk to you, just leave me alone’

You’re taken aback – he never reacted towards you like this and you prefer not to dwell anymore, he clearly is in a bad mood – so you just responded almost in a whispering tone ‘Yeah, sure, I get it. Sorry to bother you’ and disappeared from his sight

He sighed while rubbing his face out of anger. He felt like an asshole, he snapped at you, and you were the one apologizing when you didn’t do anything wrong. JK started doing his routine to get off some of the frustration, he didn’t want to approach to you right now because he was afraid of making it all worse, so he decided to cool it down while working out and apologize later.

Normally before leaving, you used to approach him to say your goodbyes so, he was waiting for you to come and say goodbye like you always do and he could then apologize for snapping at you like that but you never showed up. JK went looking for you and even asked Jackson if he saw you leaving which he confirmed ‘Yeah, she came to say bye about half an hour ago’

Fuck. He felt awful. So he immediately grabbed his phone and texted you

By the time you got his message you were already back at your place getting out of the shower.

You honestly felt really boomed out, you didn’t want to feel this affected about the way JK treated you today, but you couldn’t help to feel a huge void at the pit of your stomach. Maybe you were just being sensitive. You didn’t even want to face him again, if he treated you that way again you were afraid to cry in front of him so, today you didn’t say bye to him like you usually do. You ran off like a coward.

But normally you are not like this, you’re not the kind of person to cry over such a stupid thing – in fact, since your dad passed away, you’ve only cried a few times and it was always because of you missing your dad, it’s like nothing else could make you cry anymore – and you don’t even know why but it’s almost like JK can make you feel the most vulnerable. If any other person had treated you the same way as he did, you would probably have putted them in place and told to fuck off, you’re the kind of person that knows exactly how to defend but today you couldn’t face JK.

You don’t want to start thinking on why he makes you feel vulnerable. So, you try to distract yourself putting some music now

You saw a notification in your phone with JK’s name on it. You weren’t sure if you wanted to see it. You were about to dismiss the notification and move on with your skin care routine for the night, but your anxiousness was stronger than you. So, you unblocked your phone and there it was his message:

JK :) : ‘Hey, I wanted to apologize. I was going to do it in person, but I noticed that you’ve already left. I’m so sorry noona, I shouldn’t have treated you that way. I just had a pretty shitty day, and I took it all on you. I hope you can forgive me’

You were looking at the screen for a solid 10 minutes, not knowing what to respond or if you should respond at all.

On the other side of the screen, JK was nibbling his lip nervously waiting for you to respond, he saw that you read the message 10 minutes ago and each minute that went by without you responding made him more preoccupied. Maybe he had fucked up entirely and you didn’t want to talk to him anymore. Maybe you were thinking on ways to tell him to fuck off. Maybe he should have gone over to your home and apologize in person. And suddenly his phone vibrated, you had responded

‘Don’t worry about it. We all have bad days sometimes. Just know that I was serious when I said that if you ever need to talk with someone I’m here. I’m a pretty good listener. And also know that if you ever again treat to me like that, I won’t hesitate on kicking your balls :) ‘

You were both smiling at the screen like two idiots

JK :) : ‘Gosh, you’re amazing, thanks for being so understanding, noona. And don’t worry about it, if I ever treat you like that again, I’ll gladly accept you kicking me on the balls’

‘Hope you feel better. I’ll see u around JK, goodnight’

JK :) : ‘Goodnight noona, sweet dreams’

You both felt like a weight has been lifted from yourselves. That night you went to sleep thinking about each other

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‘Fuck that feels so good’ you said while riding Minho's cock on his couch. You had already one good orgasm on his tongue while he was eating you out and you were about to unleash your second orgasm of the night

‘Yeah princess? Keep fucking yourself on me, come on, I’m almost there too’ he felt how you were clenching around him, and it drove him crazy. You felt too good to be true.

You had your forehead on his, giving him a few kisses on the lips from time to time when he wasn’t sucking your skin on your neck, and he was helping you lift yourself so you wouldn’t get so tired riding his cock

‘I’m so close, fuck shit, soooo good’ you were getting tired, but you kept going chasing your own pleasure

That’s when Minho started to thrust deeper in you on a fast pace helping you and you couldn’t stop moaning

‘Fuck princess, I love hearing those pretty moans of yours’ he whispered on your ear

There you go with that dirty talk - he already knew how to make you cum - and he got it as soon as he finished that sentence ‘I’m cumming, yes yes, gooddddd’

‘Cum with me princess’ he said while kissing you passionately

He spilled all his seeds in the condom and once you’ve calmed down from your high, he said while still inside you and giving you a sweet peck on your forehead ‘Fuck, that was amazing. You’re always amazing’  

You gave him a lazy smile while trying to recover some of your breath ‘You were amazing too’

After all the physical activity, Minho started to prepare dinner for the both of you while talking about his day at work. He was happily telling you about how he won a big case on trial today, he’s boss congratulated him because of the amazing approach he had to solve it. You could really tell that he was born to be a lawyer, he had such a beautiful smile when talking about his work and his accomplishments.

Suddenly his phone started to ring and when his eyes went to the screen, his eyebrows furrowed.

‘It’s my boss’ he said

‘Does he usually call you at these hours?’

‘No, I don’t think he ever called me out of the work hours’

‘Well, go on… pick up, it must be something important if he’s calling at this time’ you encourage him to pick up the call, he seemed a little bit uneased

So, he picked up, he exchanged a few words and then his eyes widened, and you couldn’t tell if whatever his boss had told him was something good or bad until you heard him saying ‘Wow, thank you for taking me in consideration for such an amazing opportunity, Sir. Tomorrow morning I’ll let you know my decision’

And with that being said, he ended the call.

He was clearly shocked because he was frozen for a minute or so before directing his gaze to you and saying ‘He offered me to be the CEO of the new office’

And you felt so happy for him that you jumped at him while saying ‘Oh my fucking god, that’s so huge!!! Congratulations!!! I’m so proud of you, it’s what you’ve always wanted!’

You noticed he had a smile on his face but there was something off so, you confusedly asked him ‘Are you not happy about it? I thought it was what you were aiming for all of this years’

‘Yeah, yeah… it is what I always dreamt of. But the new office is in Australia, and I would have to move there on the next few weeks permanently’ he said while looking at you

Your smile dropped automatically. A simple ‘Oh’ came out of you

And you saw that his smile also dropped as soon as he saw you getting a little sad. In a split of second, you started to think how happy he looks every time he talks about his work and since day one he told you about his hopes and how getting to be the CEO of the company was his biggest dream. You shouldn’t be feeling sad, you should encourage him.

Your last boyfriend had once made you take down a huge opportunity for you to work in Italy, just because he didn’t want to move out of the country. You loved him so; you turned down what could’ve been a turning point to your career and an amazing life experience. You knew that was one of the many reasons why you ended up breaking up with him a year ago, in a way you resented him because he didn’t encourage you to follow your dreams, on the contrary… he just wanted you to do whatever he dreamt of, even if you didn’t share the same dream… it was always him and nothing more but him.

You didn’t want to become that person to Minho, to restrain him or to make him feel sad for wanting to fulfill his longtime dreamwork.

So, you smiled again at him and cupped his face and told him ‘Then you’ll move to Australia, as I said before, I’m so proud of you’

He looked at you a little puzzled ‘But… you know what that means for us. I know you wouldn’t want a long-distance relationship so…’

You look him straight on the eyes and say: ‘So, we’ll have to break things off. I’m not gonna lie, I feel sad because you’re an amazing guy and it would have been nice to see where things lead to us. But someone that I loved once made me turn down a huge opportunity to me and now I know what huge mistake I’ve made. I don’t want to be that person to you, I care about you, and I want you to follow your dreams. That’s the right thing to do and I think deep down your heart, you know it is'

Now he’s the one cupping your face, looking at you with so much love and saying ‘Dear God, why didn’t we meet in different circumstances? I really feel like it was going well for us. You’re the most sweet, caring, and amazing girl that I’ve ever met, I care so much about you… I know we haven’t been together for a long time, but this is definitely not easy for me’

You smile sweetly at him ‘It was going well, you’re right about that. But we should be happy that we got at least the opportunity to meet and share this time together, I wouldn’t have it any other way around even if I would have known that you were leaving the country’

He nods, then sighs and says ‘I think this is the healthiest break up I’ve ever had’ you both chuckle while he puts his forehead against yours ‘I’m already jealous about the guy that ends up with you, he’s gonna be one lucky bastard’

‘You are an amazing, handsome and sweet guy. You know the girl that ends up with you is also gonna be lucky as fuck’

‘So, this is it’ he says in a sad tone

‘Yeah, I guess so’ you reply with the same tone as him

‘Could I have one last kiss tho?’ he asks

‘You don’t even have to ask’

And as soon as you said that he smiled and kissed you intensively and with so much love. You knew he was sincere when he said he cared about you, and you also cared about him. He was already a part of your life and as he said, even when you haven’t been together for a long time, it wasn’t easy to let go.

You talked for a little bit more and you both agreed on putting distance and not talking to each other until things got in place and he was already in Australia. You cared about each other, you both wanted to remain as friends but in order for you to get to be friends someday you had to put that distance between you two. If not, one of you could get hurt and it could make things harder when he eventually had to departure.

He gave one more kiss while you were waiting the elevator to come, you said your goodbyes and went home.

You didn’t cry. But you did feel kinda sad and sensitive. You just wanted to get home, be alone and have a long bath, watch a movie while eating some ice cream and go to sleep. And that’s what you did

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You’ll say you have been pretty much okay after breaking things off with Minho. It’s been almost a week since that happened, you’ve been extremely busy with work so maybe that also helped to keep your head occupied.

You haven’t told Chris yet or anyone that you and Minho broke things off, this week is the big event that Chris has been working so hard for. And you didn’t want to make him worry or do anything that could keep his mind off the project. You weren’t feeling that bad so, you could tell your best friend about your ‘break up’ when you see him over the weekend – which you were excited for, maybe the trip to Hobi’s cottage will be good for you to relax and forget about everything –

Aria and Emma had been texting in your group chat – Aria had decided to create one only for girls – you had arranged to meet up with them this afternoon at the cat café placed on Myeongdong. You were able to squish some time in your agenda to have a relaxing time with the girls and what better way to relax than having furry kitties around you?

‘So, you guys’ broke things off? Are you okay?’ said a worried Emma after you told them about Minho leaving soon to Australia to fulfill his dreams.

‘Yeah, honestly I think it’s the most healthiest break up that I’ve ever had, we talked about it like adults and we both agreed it was the best for us’

They both nodded and Aria said ‘Well, I’m happy that you’re okay. At least this happened on a early stage of the relationship. I guess that makes it a little bit easier in a way, since you’re not that attached to your partner’

‘You’re right about that, I think that played a huge part in being able to move on without getting hurt in the process. Oh girls – please don’t tell anyone about this, Chris is gonna whine like a little bitch if he founds out that he wasn’t the first to know’ you say while chuckling with both of your friends

‘No worries, my lips are sealed’ , said Emma while zipping his mouth

‘Tell what? To whom? I already forgot what we were talking about’ responded Aria faking demency

The three of you laughed and started talking about what kind of clothes you should take to the weekend’s trip and other less important things while caressing the kitties around you. You really needed this, to hang out with some friends and have a good laugh.

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The rest of the week you spent it going from home to your work and viceversa. You didn’t even had the time to go to the gym, so you hadn’t seen JK since the time that he snapped at you

JK was starting to get worried when he noticed that you haven’t been coming to the gym since then, thinking that maybe you didn’t forgave him and were trying to avoid him. He was really missing you. He felt like going over to your place, but he felt that it was a little invasive going there unannounced and if you were indeed mad at him yet, you might punch him on the balls so, he decided to text you instead

You were preparing a presentation for one of the CFO’s of the company who had traveled to South Korea to get to know your team and the projects you’re working on currently. It was a big thing, from what your superior told you, this particular CFO only comes every 2 years to Seoul, to check how everything is working primarily.

While preparing the presentation your phone vibrated, you saw that the screen showed ‘ JK :) ‘ . You couldn’t help to smile, and that’s when you realized how much you were missing him. You remembered that this weekend he’ll be there on Hobi’s cottage so you’ll have the opportunity to spend some time with him and also telling him that you broke things off with Minho. And who knows then what might happen?

JK :) : ‘Hey noona, just wanted to check in on you. I haven’t seen you in a while, is everything okay?’

Gosh, he’s so sweet, and hot…and cute at the same time, how does he do this?

‘Hi JK! Sorry I’ve been MIA, everything’s okay! It’s just that my work has been kicking my butt lately, this week has been crazy. I’m just basically going from work to home and viceversa. Are you feeling any better?’

JK smiles seeing that you responded quickly. And just wants to respond ‘No, I’m not feeling better because I fucking miss you and I hate you're dating another guy’ but he restrains himself

JK :) : ‘Yes! I’m feeling a lot better thank u! but to be totally honest, I would feel even more better if I saw you’

JK :) : ‘I’m sorry about your work, hope everything works out fine for you’

Jungkook couldn’t resist. He had to say at least something to remind you that he’s thinking about you

When you saw that last message of him, you were giggling as if you were a teenager talking to your crush. He always makes you feel like that. So, now that you’re on the market again… you can at least respond back with something that maybe might make him feel as good as he makes you feel.

‘You know, sometimes you can be so sweet. I would feel better if I saw you too’ – you admit finally –

‘Sadly this week is gonna be almost impossible for me to go to the gym, but at least we’ll see each other over the weekend :) we’ll have time to catch up!’

Jungkook swears his heart just skipped a beat after seeing your response. Did you just told him that you miss him? Oh my god, you’re making this so hard for me Y/n – he thinks

Then he sees your last sentence once again ‘We’ll see each other over the weekend :) we’ll have time to catch up!’ and he gets an unsettling feeling on the pit of his stomach. He just tries to dismiss those feelings and concentrates on responding over to you.

You texted for a few more minutes before telling JK that you had to keep up with your presentation and saying that you’ll see each other in a few days.

The rest of the day you had a smile from ear to ear, thinking about how sweet Jungkook and that is maybe… finally this weekend it’s your chance to come close to him.

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It’s the day to your departure to Hobi’s parents’ cottage. Chris had texted you the night before while you were packing your clothes, saying that he’ll be at your place around 8AM to pick you up.

As soon as you saw your best friend in your building entry, you couldn’t stop smiling and went for a tight hug. You both missed each other so much. He then helped you putting your little luggage on his car’s trunk

While driving on the way to the cottage you asked him about the project he was working on. He told you that the event with the big client from Japan was a hit. The client was so pleased that gave them another project for a new product they’re developing right now. You congratulated him and let him know how proud you were, he’s such a hard worker.

Then he immediately asked you ‘I did notice that Minho is not here with us, did something happened? Do I have to break some bones?’

You cackled and said ‘No, you don’t have to break anyone’s bones. We broke things off a few weeks ago’ – when you saw his surprised face you added – ‘I didn’t want to worry you, I knew you were super busy with the project so, I waited to tell you’

‘Y/n are you kidding me, this happened weeks ago? You should have told me as soon as it happened. I would have been there for you’ he starts scolding you

‘Listen. I’m okay. Honestly, it was a friendly break up. And I myself have been insanely busy with work too since all that happened, so it was easier to move on’

He looks at you with some doubt in his eyes and then says, ‘Why did you decide to break up ?’

You go on explaining him everything about how Minho got the call from his boss offering the job in Australia while he was at his apartment with you. And that this was his dreamwork that you were talking about.

‘You know not a lot of people would put others happiness above themselves like you did. You keep amazing me, my friend’

‘I just know too well what it feels like when a loved one keeps you from your dreams’ you respond to your best friend

‘Yeah, I know. So… you’re really okay?’ after hearing you talk for a while, he is almost sure that you’re indeed okay, and he feels relieved… but he needs to ask once more.

‘Yes, Chris. Trust me, I’m doing okay. And you know… I’ve been texting a little bit with JK, maybe this weekend would be a good thing to get close to each other, I don’t know… see what happens’ you say to your best friend with enthusiasm that he can sense in your voice

‘My boy didn’t give up I see, huh? Well, you have all weekend long with him. Just please keep it as quiet as possible. I love you both, but I wouldn’t want to hear my friends moaning through my dorm walls’, says while chuckling

‘God, stop! I’m not thinking about sex honestly. I just want to spend some time with him’

‘While you’re riding him, you’ll still be spending time with him, just saying’ he says shamelessly, and he can’t stop laughing once he sees your face blushing like crazy

‘You’re insufferable sometimes you know’

‘But you love me just like that’ says your best friend

‘Yeah, sadly I do’ and you both share some more laughs until you get to the cottage.

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The surroundings of the cottage are absolutely breath taking. It’s situated on the middle of a forest, right in front of this beautiful lake. You don’t see any other house nearby. It’s insanely private and, insanely huge. As soon as you got out of the car, you thought… Wow, Hobi’s parents’ must be loaded

The other guys had apparently already got there because there were 2 other cars. You recognize one of them, Jungkook’s car. A smile appeared on your face once you saw it, he is already here yaaay!

The first person to come out from the cottage while Chris was busy taking both of yours luggages is Hobi

‘Hey Y/N, Chris! How have you been guys? It feels like we haven’t seen each other in ages’ while he went in for a hug with you and then continued his way towards your best friend

‘Hi Hobi! This place looks amazing, it’s so peaceful’

‘Wait till you see inside, it’s even better’ says Chris while Hobi just nods

‘Hi noona!’ a smiling JK appeared and enveloped you in a warm hug while the other two were looking at you two with knowing eyes

‘Hi JK – how have you been?’ you say while you’re hugging him

‘I’ve been okay… but now I’m even better’

Fuck. He’s already making you blush

‘Stop it. You’re too sweet’ you say while hiding your face from him and he chuckles

Then Hobi’s voice takes you out of your little world with Jungkook and asks you

‘Um…Y/N, where’s Minho? I thought he was coming too’

‘Oh… yeah, that’s right. Um, Minho and I broke things off a few weeks ago’ you explain

You see Jungkook and Hobi’s faces turn into a total surprise expression so before anyone could ask how you are holding up you say ‘Before you ask, I’m okay. No need to worry about me, it was a friendly break up. He was offered an important job in Australia so there wasn’t much left to do. We both agreed on being friends and that’s all’

Hobi offers you a warm smile while he makes his way to you and says while putting his arm around your shoulder ‘I’m happy your okay then. So, now you’re single again, you should take this weekend to relax and enjoy yourself without any other thoughts, okay?’ you nod at him while smiling and you see him exchanging some looks with Jungkook that you don’t quite understand what was that for. It felt like Hobi was almost sending an angry gaze towards Jungkook

Jungkook is dead quiet, he’s acting weird - you think –

And then an unknown female voice comes from the cottage and approaching while directing to Jungkook

‘Kookie, I’ve already chosen a room, could you please help me with the window? I can’t open it, I need some of your muscles’ she giggles, and you swear it was the most annoying and fake giggle you heard in your life

You had recognized her as soon as you turned around to see who’s voice you were hearing. It was Lina.

You look at Jungkook who was already looking at you, frozen in his place, wanting for the earth to swallow him because he had just realized the mistake that he had done by inviting Lina to the trip.

‘Kookie?’ you scoff looking at him while one of your eyebrows shoots up. He doesn’t talk, not even blinks, he’s just petrified

The annoying blondie then gets close enough to you and your friends and while placing her head on JK’s shoulder says ‘Who is this, Kookie?’ pointing at you

You little unrespectful bitch – you almost wanted to say at her, but you don’t respond, you just glare at Jungkook waiting for him to introduce you to the blondie, but nothing comes up from his mouth

By this time, Chris and Hobi are both just staring the scene unraveling in front of them extremely uncomfortable. You could cut with a knife the tension around you.

So, you go on and introduce yourself. ‘I’m Y/N’ you say shortly

‘Oh, Kookie never mentioned you before. I’m Lina, by the way’ she says with a smirk on her face

Jungkook glares the fuck out over to Lina, who just shrugs playing innocent

But you could see from a mile ago that this idiotic blondie is just trying to get under your skin - what she doesn’t know is that you have enough experience with childish girls like her and you know exactly how to treat them

‘Oh really? Seems like he failed to mention you too, because I’ve never heard your name before’ and then her smirk drops

‘Well, how about we get settled Chris?’ you say while looking at your best friend and breaking the unsufferable tension between all of you. Then you once again redirect your attention towards Lina ‘It was nice to meet you, Lana’ you say with the fakest smile you’ve ever pulled

Chris and Hobi chuckled and Jungkook’s lip twitched a bit while Lina’s face was red of anger, and she said with greeted teeth ‘It’s Lina’ correcting you

It was obvious that you didn’t forget her name and she was fuming like crazy while you just wanted to laugh at her face

That should teach her not to mess with you – you think to yourself

You don’t even respond at her last comment and Chris puts an arm around your shoulder while you start walking towards the cottage entrance

‘Honestly, if she thought she could mess with you or make you react on someway, she’s gonna have a really bad time here’ said your best friend while you both laugh together.

Either way, you couldn’t help but to feel a little bit sad. Why would he invite her? You’re starting to have doubts again about him. Is he just playing with you? Right now, you just don’t understand Jungkook at all.

And all you can think of is … I hope this weekend doesn’t end the same way it began

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Healing Hearts PT. 12 | Virgil van Dijk

Would a fresh start bring you more than just a new job?

A/N: I’ve been watching the national team games lately and man I miss the World Cup so much :(

WC: 3.199

Summary: Y/N L/N is a very skilled and praised physiotherapist. A certain event pushing her for a fresh start, as a physiotherapist for Liverpool FC. One question always being in the back of her mind: Will she be able to let go of her past and allow herself to experience new things?

I check the time before I get up, walking out of my office to look for Cody. I knew he would be in the gym, that's were he'd been at this past week.

Not being able to train or play in matches definitely made him want to be still be at the training center. Just to not miss out. He had been in a brace since the game against Tottenham, causing him to miss out on yesterdays match against Union St. Gilloise.

Walking into the the gym and spotting him sitting on the exercising equipment, watching the other players exercise as he chats with them.

"Cody!" I call out, realizing it had probably attracted way more attention then if I had just gone up to him. I ignore the looks of some staff members and players, particularly Virgil's as I walk up to Cody.

I had pressed on to hide our relationship. The only thing everyone should know was that we were friendly as physiotherapist and player, nothing more or less. I was wondering if we were even good at it, so far we did not have any hiccups. Or so we thought.

"Hey, are you ready to come with me?" I ask.

"Oh yeah. Of course." He says, getting his crutches together to stand up.

"So, no greeting today Doctor." I hear a Scouser accent say.

Turning my head I make eye contact with a cheeky looking Trent.

"Hello Trent." I say, a smile on my lips.

My eyes dart at Virgil behind him who's talking to another staff member. Though, it seems like he can feel me staring at the side of his face as his eyes move to make eye contact with mine.

And of course he fucking winks

No, not even a fast wink and look away- no he had to keep staring after

I catch myself quickly trying to play it off swiftly and return my gaze to Trent.

This man was testing me.

"You've been very busy lately? Not having lunch with us either." He says pointing at me.

"Well my schedule has been packed you know that. I got to make sure you and your fellow national team players are in top shape."

He chuckles his hand coming up to my shoulder, slightly squeezing it. "Appreciate it Doc."

I nod at him, warm smile forming at my lips. I loved it when my work was respected or praised. It was definitely a huge motivation to keep helping and supporting my patients.

"Thank you. Speaking of, I have to see you in a about thirty minutes. Southgate's people have been emailing nonstop for your progress report. I've got to update it before sending it tonight."

His grin turns wider, his pearly teeth showing as the corners of his mouth crinkle.

"I'll leave before I boost your ego even more! See you in a bit." I say, laughing at his change of expression.

I look back at Cody who had already found another chatting partner and tap his shoulder to signal we had to go.

"You need any support?" I ask watching him walk with the crutches.

"Oh no it's fine." He say as we walk towards my office.

"Alright so-" I begin, reading my notes again to a worried looking Cody.

"I did discuss your injury earlier with the other physio's. I was advised to check your injury again today. Just to confirm our final conclusion. Initially, we estimated the healing time would be around seven weeks. With the progress you have already made with the brace you have on- we think you'll be back on the pitch in about four weeks. We're guessing it won't take anymore time since you definitely have a record of healing pretty fast."

"So no EURO qualifications?" He say a disappointed look on his face.

"Yeah- I'm sorry Cody. You know you have both internal and external help ready for you. Just mention it if you think you need extra support to one of us and it will be handled. Besides, I think our country definitely has a huge chance of making it to the EURO's. Just focus on healing so you can be in Germany next year. I promise you you'll be back better than ever." I say, looking at him with sympathy.

"Thank you. I know I can definitely trust the team." He smiles, though he still has disappointment written all over his face.

"Speaking of the EURO's- are you taking the optional leave during it? It has probably been a while since you've seen your family and friends." He asks changing the focus of the conversation from him to me.

I hadn't even thought of home in a while. After the infuriating phone call with Theo I had vowed to myself I'd stop letting it bother me as much. It wasn't healthy for me mentally. So I let everything be handled by my new attorney I had recently become acquainted with and of course the authorities.

I had moved back home, installed some fancy security system that costs me thousands and changed my key-code and lock. I was so done with being stomped on like a bug by a ratty looking man - I had to take control of my life somehow.

Me living alone again did take some convincing on Virgil's side. He was understandably very concerned for me- but obviously I was grown enough to handle that part on my own and he understood. He helped me move back in and everything was going very smooth so far. Of course Sophie made sure to check on me many times by knocking on my door. We had girls nights almost every other day at this point.

"I don't know- haven't thought of it yet." I answer, it did sound nice to go home to see my friends and parents. None of them knew what had happened. FaceTiming with the girls when I was living with Virgil was difficult. Especially, when his house looked so different compared to mine. To try to hide that I was living somewhere else was an actual pain in the ass. I was glad I did not have to do that anymore.

"It does sound nice but I'll have to think about it since we could have some more injuries coming up. Fingers crossed everyone will stay healthy though."

Cody ends up leaving shortly after, and I follow him out to find Trent. Hoping he's still in the gym. Thankfully, he is, and we walk into my office together and I go over the most important things that needed to be updated on his progress report.

It doesn't take much time and my appointment with Trent is done quicker than I had scheduled. Leaving me alone in my office, absentmindedly doodling in the corner of my planner, oblivious to the world outside of my office doors until the door handle is moving. The sound of the door being opened and locked after removing my attention from the flower I had drawn.

"Virgil? Did something happen?" I ask, worried about something going wrong at the gym.

He smiles walking up behind my desk and turning my office chair towards him so I face him.

"Just wanted to see my doctor." He says, and I try to not look flustered. He effect his words had on me needed to be studied by a renowned university.

I stand up, looking up at his tall frame, it slightly sweaty. The smell mixed with his musky cologne.

His hands travel to the small of my back pulling me closer.

"Virgil!" I hush, my eyes darting around even though I didn't have any glass panels or windows facing the hallway.

"What I can't see my beautiful girlfriend now?"

He smirks, his eyes roaming around my face.

Oh he was definitely enjoying this

My hands travel down to remove his hands from my back, stepping aside for a moment.

"What if there is like paparazzi hiding into those trees or houses? Can't they see us?" I whisper, my expression bewildered. My eyes travel to the window that faces the training pitch, darting around to look at the scenery behind the large pitch.

"Don't be absurd how would that be possible. No one will see us y/n." He says, his hands traveling to my jaw, gently making me face him.

"You're fine. We'll be fine. Just tell me- did you miss me?" He asks another cheeky smile on his face. I roll my eyes, though a smile pulls at the corners of my lips.

"Nope, not at all. You weren't even gone. Besides, you smell like sweat. Move!" I tease, stepping away again. He reaches out again and I step away again, a laugh leaving my lips at the desperate look in his eyes.

"Now you're being childish."

"I'm not. Go back to training. I have another appointment in a bit." He steps towards me again, this time managing to catch me in another hug.

I open my mouth to protest again, but we're interrupted as someone knocks on my door. My blood going cold for a moment as I pull away from Virgil. I look at him mortified, my heart thumping in my chest.

How would it look? If the physiotherapist and a player of the team were in her office. With the door locked?

Virgil notices the panic in my face, his face coming closer to my ear. His hand coming to run up and down my upper arm.

"Calm down. Go open the door. I'll sit on the table to pretend you just treated me and I wanted privacy."

"Okay." I whisper back, trying to release the tension in my body.

"Muscle tenseness." He adds.

I walk quickly, glancing back at Virgil before opening the door.

"Why is your door locked. Got someone in here?" The German accent booms, and I don't know if I should be relieved or embarrassed.

"Oh Jürgen?"

The name falls off my lips awkwardly, he'd insisted we'd be on first name bases. It would break down some hierarchy and our teamwork would be better he had said.

I step aside to let him in.

"Oh yeah- treated Virgil for something- tense muscle." I lie, forcing a smile on my face.

He raises an eyebrow as he catches Virgil on the treatment table, his shorts slightly hiked up to pretend I had just finished treating him.

"Boss!"

He exclaims getting up and greeting Klopp with a hug. Leaving me practically third wheeling there for a moment.

"I am sorry y/n thought you were free but you had a patient here." He says and I can't help but notice he's definitely teasing us.

"It's okay- what was it that you wanted to see me for?" I ask, trying to dismiss the topic. Discreetly trying to make eyes at Virgil for him to leave. But he shakes his head, obviously this wasn't torturous enough for him.

"It was about you staying here or taking a leave during national break. Should he leave or is he allowed to hear about it?" He points a thumb at Virgil both of them obviously now trying to crack jokes about the entire situation.

I chuckle, sure I shouldn't be awkward around Klopp. He'd known about almost everything so far, our relationship, the break in. Most embarrassingly a bit about my relationship with my ex. He was required to know at least some of it, so there was no reason to feel weird around him.

"Shouldn't he be in the gym right now?" I ask raising a cocky brow at Virgil.

"You heard your missus get out of here already!" He jokes, using the British slang, lightly punching Virgil's shoulder. His perfect pearly white teeth showing.

"I need you to leave."

"Excuse me?" I ask, the tone of my voice high as his words make my heart skip a beat.

"You need to leave for a bit during national break. I do not want you working then."

I quietly exhale at the rest of his sentence. He almost had me thinking I was getting fired.

"Why?" I ask, fidgeting with the pen in my hand.

"You've been through a lot and I think it's best that you go home for a bit. See your family and your friends."

I raise my brow at his words, my face morphing into a confused expression.

"Oh I'll be fine here there is no reason-"

"Listen and trust me y/n you've been through something that requires some more rest and healing. It's a little longer than a week and I need you to get out of here for a bit."

I stare up at him with wide eyes- a manager also taking care of the staff. That was new.

"I'll think about it Jürgen. Thank you."

"Fill in the leave application and I'll make sure it gets confirmed immediately."

I lean back in my chair after finally emailing some progress reports to my fellow physiotherapists of the national teams.

I let Klopp's words sink in, it was occupying my mind when I wasn't treating or assessing the players. Why was everyone so curious and insisting I'd take a leave?

My thoughts are cut short as I hear a notification pop up on my phone. My hands going to reach over as I'm still leaning in my chair.

The message being from Virgil. He's says training ended and to come over to his when I clock out. I shoot a quick message back agreeing before sitting up and working on the last progress report I had to send before getting out of the office.

"Should I come with you? Back home?" I say, fidgeting with the blanket on my lap as I look at Virgil. He turns his head from the Netflix show he was occupied with, a slight surprise on his face.

"You want to?"

"Yeah- thought it would be good for me and everything-"

He suddenly throws his arms around me, his face coming closer to mine to plant kisses on my face and lips.

"Of course- you’ll come to my matches and everything- let me check the flights. There should be a lot of availability."

I watch the plane land through the window. I had taken so many flights in my life due my work, that I could practically fall asleep through the turbulence. Though, first class made it ten times more comfortable.

I rub my tired eyes, the last few days had been hectic with me not knowing what to pack and in true me fashion I over packed. Virgil had already left a couple days earlier. The training camp in Zeist requiring him to be there earlier.

I had told everyone back home I was returning and everyone was very surprised to hear I was visiting so early. My dad was picking me up from the airport which did make a bit nervous. I hadn't seen him in a while. Which made me curious as to how he would react.

Thankfully, my luggage comes quickly and I immediately make my way outside of the airport. Dragging my heavy baggage behind me. Of course in typical Dutch fall fashion the weather was shitty as ever. The rain dripping on my face and body, making me shiver.

Spotting my dad in his car I nervously approach it. Taking deep breaths to try to calm my nerves.

He steps out after parking, his door opening immediately as he walks towards me.

"Hi dad."

I'm caught of off guard as he wraps his arms around me in a hug. My dad giving me this much affection? That was a new one.

"Let me have a look at you." He mumbles, pulling away and planting his hands on my shoulders.

"You've gotten skinny. Is the food there not good enough for my daughter?"

I chuckle, dismissing his concerned expression.

"I'm fine, but can we go home? It's cold out here."

"Here we thought y/n was going to England for a new job, but she also snatched a man as well?" Monet exclaims, taking a sip of her drink.

I had told them of my relationship with Virgil. From beginning to end, leaving some- crazy details out, but they were happy for me.

We all came together to Monet's home for a nice movie night. We had a lot of catching up to do. The movie had long finished, leaving us lounging around her huge sofa with drinks and snacks on the table.

"Oh stop you know I didn't plan shit." I exclaim throwing her a piece of popcorn which she avoids quickly with the duck of her head. A laugh leaving her nicely painted lips.

"Hey, no reason to be embarrassed. You're a WAG now-" Juliette teases and I resist the urge to throw another piece popcorn her way this time.

"Stop making it sound so weird- it just happened."

I complain taking another sip of my drink. My eyes dancing over the marble tiles of the home. Monet had opened her own clinic a couple years after graduating, and looking at how beautiful her home was maybe I should've taken that route too.

"Right- let's talk about something else, or we're never passing the Bechdel test." Priya chimes in.

Oh yeah, that would be much appreciated.

The night passes with many laughs and juicy gossip. Half of the friend group being flat out drunk when it's time to go home. Clumsily calling Uber's and getting home late. Making them remember their old university memories of partying it up on weekends.

y/n enters her childhood bedroom, stumbling across across the pink carpet before drunkenly throwing herself on her twin bed. She groans softly, the mattress being harder than she had recalled.

Her sleepy and drunken daze is interrupted by her phone ringing in her hand bag. She grumbles before sitting up, moving her hands to look for the bag. Only to find it on the floor, and sleepily pulling out her phone.

"Hello?" She mumbles holding the cool phone against her warm cheeks and throwing herself on to the bed again, her cheek squashed against her fluffy pillow.

"y/n?" The deep voice calls out, and she gasps softy at the recognition of the comforting voice.

"Virgil? Why haven't you called me all day? I've missed you." She giggles, her cheeks hot from the alcohol.

"I've been busy at the training center. You okay? You sound different." He asks, wondering why his girlfriend sounds so giggly and is slurring her words.

"Drinks with the girls. Half of us got drunk. Liz almost tripped when entering the cab." She laughs, trying to whisper so her parents don't wake up.

"Oh yeah?" He says, amused by her drunken story and speech.

"It was funny." She whispers, her drunken mind repeating the scenario, making her burst out in laughter again.

"Okay, but when can I see you? We're in the same country but I still miss you." She unconsciously pouts.

"We'll be in Amsterdam tomorrow, two days before the match. Come over to my place yeah? I'll see you tomorrow night. Go to sleep now sweetheart. You must be tired."

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Aftershow

Pairing: Frank Iero x Reader Summary: Kinktober Day Thirteen - Exhibitionism Warnings: NSFW content Tags: exhibitionism, humiliation, degradation, dirty talk, fingering, begging Word Count: 2233 A/N: Feeling suspiciously better today. It's gotta be the four hundred cough drops that are currently tearing apart my intestines. Anyway, this is another July fic. Mediocre at best. It was supposed to have a part two but I never wrote it. Maybe one day. Enjoy!

Adrenaline was high backstage, loud chatter flowing freely between your boyfriend and his band. It wasn’t uncommon for you to hang around with them after shows, not that Frank would miss an opportunity to show you off anyway. They took a great liking to you, enjoying your company when Frank brought you around and making sure to ask him how you were doing when he didn’t. Often, Frank would joke about how none of them had partners of their own, so they chose to live vicariously through him instead.

“You did great,” you said, striding over to him as he waved to you with open arms.

“Yeah?” he asked, wrapping his arms loosely around your waist and leaning down to press his mouth to yours.

His lips contrasted the smooth strokes of his hands, kissing you heatedly despite your company. Remembering that the guys were nearby, you pulled away, eyeing the group to ensure that you weren’t disrupting them. “They don’t care,” Frank assured you, pulling you back in by your hips for one more kiss.

“C’mon, you know Gerard will say something,” you said, trying to be stern, only to melt with one look into his puppy eyes.

“Oh? Why can’t Gerard see?” he grinned, knowing full well that Gerard would holler at you to get a room, but playing dumb for the sake of teasing you was more fun. “Is Gerard also not allowed to see how you’re dressed tonight?”

You glanced over at him, but his eyes were already on you, and he turned a light pink before looking away. “I think he already has,” you told Frank, eyes flicking back to his friend.

Frank couldn’t blame him for looking–any of them, really, you had become certain of attention already. Not in the skirt you were wearing, the plaid and pleated kind that preparatory school boys would try to sneak glances under. There was no need to sneak peeks if you moved too much though, fabric riding up just enough to expose the curve of your ass. It didn’t bother him at all; in fact, it made him even more proud to be dating you. He got a major ego boost knowing that even if everyone’s eyes were on you, he’d be taking you home at the end of the night.

You took no issue with it either, enjoying the attention you received as long as it didn’t bother Frank. Since he didn’t care, you figured you could have a bit of fun, walking over to the guys with Frank in tow.

“Hey,” Gerard greeted you, shooting you a small smile. “Did you enjoy the show?”

You nodded happily, “Yeah, you guys did great tonight!”

The same baby pink tinged his cheeks again, thanking you, and turning back to Mikey, who gave you a small wave. Ray walked over to you this time, and you gave him a quick hug, pressing your chest flush against his and wrapping your arms around him. He definitely picked up on how close you were, taking a shallow breath.

“It should only be another twenty minutes, but for now you’re stuck with us,” he said as you pulled away, rubbing your back lightly.

Frank sighed behind you, sliding down against the wall and tugging you into his lap, and it wasn’t long before they sat down too, in a lopsided circle of sorts. They spoke amongst themselves, Frank chatting away to Mikey, who sat directly across from you, taking indiscreet glances every now and then. Sure, maybe it was meant to egg him on, but god was it fun to listen to his stammer. You weren’t doing much, simply running your hands up your thighs and accidentally letting your skirt ride up a bit more than what’s modest.

Mikey wasn’t the only one to notice; the three of them tried to take subtle peeks as if you nor Frank could tell. Each time their eyes lingered over you, you grew warmer, arousal flowing through you. You let your eyes fall closed for a moment, trying to pull yourself together instead of grinding on Frank’s thigh in front of his best friends. He knew you were turned on by the attention–he could feel the slightest squirms when someone would shoot you a look, and he could hear your breathing quicken as it became harder for you to stay composed.

His lips against your ear caught you off guard, and his breath made you shiver as he spoke. “You’re so dirty letting them look at you like that,” he mumbled, nipping at your neck. “Does it turn you on that your boyfriend’s friends want to fuck you?”

It sounded so much filthier coming from him, and you could only manage a nod, to which he lightly slapped your thigh, “Words.”

“Yes,” you breathed, just loud enough for him to hear. It was enough though, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he kissed your skin.

“You’d let them, wouldn’t you, slut? Let them fuck my pussy, huh?”

The nickname alone had your head spinning, and twenty minutes started to seem like an eternity. All you wanted was to get back to his hotel room and give yourself up to him, letting him do as he pleased. You couldn’t form words at the moment, humming in confirmation instead, which he wouldn’t have allowed if you were alone.

“I could fuck you right now in front of all of them,” he said, voice low and assertive. “Bet you’d like that. I bet you want them to see you take my cock like the whore you are.”

It was almost too much, the way he bit gently on your skin, sealing each mark with his tongue, hands busying themselves as he sunk them into your plush thighs. The minty smell of his deodorant was still detectable, though it was mixed with post-show sweat, which somehow turned you on more. The group was no longer focused on you, paying no mind to how Frank’s head was tucked away in the crook of your neck while you shifted around in his lap. You almost wished they were paying attention, missing the sweet shame you felt as they watched you silently beg to be fucked.

“You’re wet right now, aren’t you?” he asked, already knowing the answer as you were practically soaking through to his jeans at this point.

“Fuck, yes,” you mumbled, head lolling back against his shoulder, putting on quite the show for the rest of the guys.

“C’mon baby, be good and get yourself off on my thigh.”

“Frank, they’re right there,” you whined quietly, heart racing at his request.

He hummed in your ear, “Perfect. Show them what a good girl you are.”

Your breath hitched, and he tapped out for a moment. “Color?”

“Green,” you told him, and with that, he reverted to his former state, grip firm on your hips once more.

For a brief moment, your eyes fluttered open, quickly scanning your company, finding them still lost in conversation. Taking the opportunity while you had it, you began to rock against his thigh. It was subtle at first, slow and sporadic movements that seemed as if they were enough. They were fine at first, easing the throb between your legs, but you soon grew greedy, seeking more at the expense of your dignity. Frank knew it wouldn’t take long for you to crack, not with how you were constantly pleading for more after the lightest of touches. He gave it two minutes–there was no way you wouldn’t give in, needing not only to be touched but attention.

After three minutes of fighting your libido, you gave in. They knew, of course they knew, sneaking glances with a silent pact not to ruin the moment. You couldn’t care less about how obvious you were being anymore, desperately searching for friction as you ground your hips against his thigh.

“You can do better than that,” he mumbled, adjusting his leg in hopes of helping, but it still wasn’t enough.

“Please,” you whispered over and over again, and thankfully he gave in, shifting you over and slipping his hand under your skirt.

Now they were really looking, watching as Frank spread your thighs, tugging your panties down to give them a perfect view of your dripping cunt, begging to be filled and used while you took everything he gave to you. It gave him a power high, knowing they could see what clearly belonged to him, and getting turned on by it, no less. The fact that you were desperate enough to let him fuck you in front of his friends had blood rushing straight to his cock, holding back a moan at the thought of it.

He used his fingers instead though, starting by placing them flat against your tongue, your lips enveloping them in warmth, sucking on them wantonly before he pushed them deeper, listening to you gag before pulling them out. He pressed a gentle kiss to your temple as tears pricked your eyes, sliding his fingers across your folds and caressing your skin to avoid giving you what you wanted. Sure, it felt nice, but having his pretty fingers buried inside of you felt better.

“Frank,” you whimpered pathetically, trying to push yourself closer to his fingers, but he held you away with a warm hand pressed to your stomach. A smile played on his lips once more, staring down at you as he mouthed one word.

“Beg.”

Looking over at the guys, you could see that they were trying to keep a conversation going, too shy to admit that yes, they were all eagerly waiting to watch their friend fingerfuck you. If you looked close enough, you could see Gerard’s erection through his jeans–something you’d seen many times as you watched him on stage, but knowing it was because of you was a completely different experience. Frank didn’t care if they were watching or not, having way too much fun seeing you fall apart like this.

“Frank, please,” you begged him, voice laced with need. “You can do whatever you want to me at the hotel, I promise, just please touch me.”

“Yeah? Whatever I want?” he asked playfully, an arrogant grin on his face.

You nodded vigorously, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as he pushed his fingers inside of you, his palm rubbing against your clit in downward strokes. Trying to stay quiet was a hard task, more to save face than anything, as they could clearly see what was happening. They were merely spectators though, incapable of telling you to speak up. Maybe they’d get a chance later if Frank had any say in it.

Instead, they savored your quiet gasps, eyes flicking between your contorted expression, mouth open and eyes screwed shut, and your greedy cunt, wrapped so pretty around Frank’s skilled fingers, spreading you open for a moment before dipping them back in, curling quickly and making you arch against him.

“Look at them,” he ordered, judging by your breathing that you were fast approaching orgasm. “Look at them while you come.”

You did as told, lashes fluttering briefly as your gaze darted from one man to another. Mikey was the first to lose focus, directing it at you instead of the mundane chat he was having. Admittedly,

he’d been laser focused since your subtle flashing, and god was this worth the wait. Gerard was next, wide hazel eyes full of anticipation as he waited for you to break. It felt wrong to stare at you like this, but his self-control had corroded. Finally, Ray gave in, previously trying to think of anything but you, how you were splayed out a mere ten feet from him, and how badly you wanted them to see. It wasn’t a battle worth fighting, and soon enough, his eyes had fallen on you too.

At last, their focus was one hundred percent on you, embarrassment and arousal making a wonderful concoction. You burned up as you came with a sudden cry, breaking the moment of silence. Frank kept at it for a little bit longer before slipping his fingers out, briefly placing them back in your mouth as you licked them clean. He gave you a deep kiss, the guys were shocked and mesmerized by the whole ordeal, and unfortunately, harder than ever.

Hastily, Frank pulled your panties back up and your skirt back down, letting you turn and bury yourself in his chest, flustered and spent. He, on the other hand, held you like a prize trophy, arrogance damn near radiating from him as he picked the conversation back up, causal as ever.

“Don’t fall asleep just yet,” he told you, rubbing your back soothingly. “You made a promise, and you’re gonna want to be wide awake for this.”

You lifted your head slightly, looking at him curiously. He didn’t respond right away, only flicking his eyes between you and his friends. Mikey and Ray had gotten back to talking, despite how speechless the two of them were. Gerard, however, was transfixed on you, eyes wide and cheeks flushed, his erection outlined in bold.

Frank stifled a grin at Gerard’s faint vulnerability, “Mind if we have some company tonight?”

You considered the idea for a moment, giving Gerard a once-over before nodding. “Go for it,” you told him, a small smile playing on your lips. 

This was going to be a long night.

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[eyra]

Hey hey just wanted to come on here and say that your writing is haunting enchanting never escaping the boundaries of my brain similar to a warm cup of tea bewitching unforgettable infuriatingly good etc etc. & perhaps on that note wanted to ask how you deal with it when it doesn't feel. Quite that? I have horrific bouts of self hatred occasionally lol in regards to my own work and I have seen u mention occasionally that it's something you struggle with as well. (i.e I would love to hear ur thoughts please.) Hugs and warmth for the new season hope ur doing alright <3 !!

thank you! this is very kind of you to say. and yes for sure, I spend maybe 10% of my time thinking my work is bloody good but then the other 90% of my time thinking I'm a big fraud and I'm writing absolute garbage. which I'm not, but it's very easy to convince yourself of that, so I totally get it.

top tips:

if you find yourself hating what you're writing as you're writing it, close the document and walk away. today just isn't the day to work on it.

if you've written things that you're proud of, highlight them and revisit them whenever you're doubting yourself. I have paragraphs of my manuscript that I literally read out loud to myself any time I'm having a meltdown. figure out why you like those parts so much, and go from there.

don't be afraid to call it how it is though: sometimes I write sentences that are pure shite and it's good to recognise that - figure out why you hate it before you delete it, and learn from it.

if you've already put stuff out there (whether it's fics, original works, bits of writing on tumblr, etc.) and people have responded well to it, go back and read over their feedback every now and then. nothing wrong with giving your ego a bit of a boost when you need it.

no seriously honestly I mean it, if you find yourself hating what you're writing as you're writing it, WALK AWAY. you will not make yourself feel better by trying to persevere once you're already in that negative mindset. just have a break.

hope that's helpful?! x

[literaticat]

How much does making lists like USA Today or NYT matter? My publisher keeps putting my books out around the same time as all the huge names in the business and it makes me feel like I'll never make it since the bar is inflated then, compared to colleagues releasing during quieter months who hit lists with way fewer sales. Should I try to push for a different season next time to have a better chance or does it truly not affect anything but my pride?

Meditation. Yoga. Zen practices. Sage. Votive candles. Whatever you need to do, do it to release this pressure from your psyche.

Is hitting a bestseller list nice? Of course it is. It's fun! It's exciting! It's a milestone, it's an ego boost, and if it happens, by all means celebrate! However:

Is hitting a list necessary to be a successful author? Nope. Many authors with wonderful careers (and, btw, enviable sales and lots of royalty $$!) have never hit a Bestseller List. TRULY.

Does hitting a list automatically mean you ARE successful? Nope. Plenty of books hit the list and then sink like a stone. Plenty of books hit the list -- even repeatedly -- but don't earn out.

Despite what it sometimes seems like on social media, MOST books never hit a bestseller list. That doesn't mean they aren't doing well, or that their authors are somehow failing. I've said it before and I meant it: I'd much rather my clients have steady sales for a long time than hit the list and then decline. Hitting the list is a sweet treat, but long-term strong and steady sales are a feast.

A bestseller list is simply a snapshot of *one week's sales* compared to other books that are also selling. It's not an arbiter of long-term success. And it's kinda arbitrary, tbh, based on metrics that we don't understand and have no control over. I have had books sell MORE in a given week (according to bookscan) than books that hit the NYT list, that didn't hit the list themselves. I've had books hit, say, the PW and Indie list, but not the NYT list, or the NYT list, but never the USA Today or PW list. So like ... ????

As for moving to a different season, that's certainly something you can broach with your agent and possibly have them broach with your publisher -- but they really do think through why certain books are on certain seasons. If they think it will sell better in Fall (or whatever), that's important. If your book is just perfect for back to school, or summer reading, or spooky season, or whatever, it will be on the season that is appropriate for that, and if you moved it to a different season, it might no longer be as appropriate. If a book comes out in February, maybe it lists because there's "less big competition" -- but there's less big competition because there are fewer customers in bookstores. You see the pros and cons there, right?

So if you do have that conversation, don't frame it as "HEY, MOVE MY BOOK SO IT MIGHT HAVE A BETTER CHANCE TO HIT THE LIST" but rather, "hey, I'm curious about the pub date - - I know a lot of big books come out in October (for example), but should I be worried that this will get lost in the shuffle?" And see what they say.

[eclipseisruminating]

Part 4 of meldic mischief (the writing piece)

Slowly, some people arrived who must be waiting for the girls' performance. They were preparing with things like the drums, guitars, and everything around. It was the time and the sign to shine like stars, a few minutes before the show was full of people of all kinds, adults, minors, everything you can imagine. Amelia took a deep breath, and Yael decided to speak before the show started. This startled Amelia a little because it was not mentioned in any of the rehearsals that were

"Hey everyone! We are a rock band from the north!! Thank you so much for coming today to see us play! We promise from the bottom of our hearts that we will make your night just worth it! Expect a stormy and amazing night that you won't forget!!"

And that's it, they started playing, they did the improvisation song Igo from Bad Squad and two other songs they chose together. At first the concert was all quiet, there was no tweet from anyone, they just looked at these girls who were doing a concert in front of them, Amelia felt like she was going to have a heart attack from all the excitement and stress during the performance but slowly... it took a few minutes until people started clapping to the music and singing together the words of the song. That's when amelia got a boost in confidence and after the first song which was alter Ego by Vivid Bad Squad there was a bit of a break for the girls and suddenly Emelia started doing the second song of the concert which was Thunderstruck by ACDC. But amelia started the song a bit heavier than the original song, Shelly and Yael gave amelia a look that said, "What the hell are you doing?", when they understood the matter, they signalled to Abigail what to do, and they started the song. After the performance, Yael approached Amelia when she was on her way out and tapped her on the shoulder twice

"Amelia, I need to tell you something."

Amelia was startled by Yael's sudden approach and she turned around with a worried face, she had never seen Yael so serious before and it startled her even more, Amelia felt herself shaking her legs as she felt like she was going to shit her pants, anelia looked at Yael's serious face as she waited for her to speak

(Will be continued, I edited / improved the last part)

[dream-wrecker-blog]

Hey guys. Sooo we all know that I’m not consistent on here. But when I show up! You have to admit, that its good. Lol

So today I had a really good conversation within myself.

To paint a clear picture, I work over nights. Which is really important. I’ll be explained later on. So my work night starts at 20:30 hrs. And thats just prep time. I actually start work at 21:00. I’m a newly promoted person in charge. Im a (SUPERIOR!!!!)

In my profession. It takes a while to earn this status. Which at one point I had turn down. So… to make a bigger deal of my position. There’s tiers. 1-9 and I’m at 5. But when I started this security position, which is part time by the way. I entered at level 3. Which cave me a bit of an ego boost. I’ve been with this part time security organization for 7 years. I would have been a tier 6 but because I declined my position before I’m at tier 5. Which at the time. I have to say was very wise.

So from 21:00 until 05:00 hrs. My team and I are a presence. A deterrent as you will. Most of us professional and proficient. While others are clearly here to cash the checks and buy a house.

At 05:00hrs. I head home. By which I go to through public transit. The 4 or 3 train to Brooklyn. YEA!!! Brooklyn. A part of New York I’m never really in. Or care to be in. Its a part of New York that feels as if its just segregated. And there’s just no need to be apart of. I mean they are the part of the city that get hit with the storms first. Thus! Slowing it down over the rest of the city.

By the tome I get home its 06:00hrs. And I take a shower and brush my teeth. I have a personal belief that when you work in service. Helping demographics that are under privileged, there negative energy clings to you.

When I w home the bathroom is the first place I go. I undress myself and kick the clothes in a corner. And get in the tub. I wash with soap thats been infused with green tea sage and one other banisher. And once I’m wet I wash my face and brush my teeth in the shower. Because why not! Once I get dressed I don’t see the point. While tired, doing these grooming steps I could have do e while in the shower.

After doing those tedious things. I begin to chant to my spirits and call them to help me remove the energy I picked up. And I continue to do this procedure until I feel clean and almost see the negative energy in the suds going down the drain.

Once I finish, I get out the tub and immediately from the back I stand and spray in the direction of the drain with bleach. After that I leave the bathroom. Prep some tea and take multivitamins capsules. Head back into the bathroom and run the shower on cold. Until the bleach is gone.

This is all the things I do before I head to bed. Once I jump in my sweet cradle of rest. I knock out for a few hours. By this time its 08:00. Then I typically sleep for 7 hours. And I should be awake at 14:00hrs. And procrastinate for an hour. Then I go the gym and hype myself up to be a body builder. To only almost die from too much pre-workout. Lol.

Yes this is true it happens a little too often for my liking. But after going to the gym at 1600 i head back to house to shower again and do this routine all over again.

Sounds like a lot right! Well… it is. Usually my job allows me to be in a hotel. “Great right” but! There are stipulations to these. Such as distance and how long it takes you to get to work. Unfortunately, for me I don’t quality. It takes me only (30/1.45) min from new lots to 42nd street. And I’m less than 30 miles. Soooo…….. yup..!… I don’t qualify

Honestly, its actually a good thing that I’m not in a hotel because they reserve the right to check your room. And you cannot have people over which sucks because I would have slutted it up

So the whole point of this rant is to give you insight into my day! Im 3 weeks in and to myself, walking home from the gym I had to express to myself out loud. I’m……. Not……… happy!!!!

Recently I had my own very modern version of eat pray love. Where I went to Africa on the east cost. And I with a very well established team help liberate this 3rd world group of people. We pretty my educated them on various methods of self preservation. My hand in it was cooking and giving my love and life into the food. They were eating.

There! I learned I wasn’t happy either. But there I had time to burn. Burn in the sense I was working and getting paid very well and!!! And! I had tome to think! All of my basic needs were met and I truly was able to deeply self reflect.

My reflection told me I wasted time and parts of my life on things that don’t even belong to me. Which is the hate I had for my parents. The anger I had towards people who intentionally did me wrong.

So here! I caught myself falling back into the same behavior.

I’m not happy.

So! I might have to quit for the sake of my mental and emotional health. I’m not doing what feeds my soul. Which is art! Sex and poetry.