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tired-biscuit · 1 year

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Imagine giving General Kiba a handjob during an important meeting- 👀👀

18+ fem!reader / cw: mentions of alcohol and risk of getting caught. royalty AU. there's tension between kiba and shino in this one!!

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mead tastes better than you thought it would.

absent-mindedly staring at the dancing flames of the fireplace that's situated right across the great table you currently sit at, you consume the honeyed drink from your glass in small sips.

fine ladies such as yourself usually don't drink alcohol in order to obtain their graceful poise and elegant speech, you know this, however ever since your father had married - sold - you off to a war general instead of a duke, or at least a nobleman who'd know how to dance and use his utensils properly, you've since abandoned that particular idea.

so you sit there; in your 'i carry my own knife strapped to my belt like some heathen, instead of using normal silverware' husband's study. the study, which he lets you in only as of late, and which you've just realized looks absolutely divine, even if its visual does come off a tad bit blurry around the edges of your sight whenever you blink.

readjusting in your chair, you drag your gaze from one end to the other. the walls are decorated with tasteful art which he definitely did not pick or hang. the furniture, made out of wood that you suspect is surely walnut, pleasantly compliments the suave style of the entire space. incense burns in one corner, smelling prominently of sandalwood. it fills your lungs with warm hints of amber and worn leather.

it's all very male, the atmosphere, and as the minutes pass, the heaviness of it turns you somewhat dozy. truth be told, you could fall asleep right then and there, with your cheek laying flat against the table, dreams riddling your thoughts in no time. especially when you'd have thickly sweet mead warming your veins throughout the entire night, and you'd already managed to slip off your shoes just a moment prior.

wiggling your toes deeper into the carpet, you let out an appreciative sigh at how the rich material brushing against your bare soles feels astoundingly more intense than usual. being tipsy is great, you discover, and the carpet is thick and in the colour of a deep maroon red; its purpose only meant to add further to the already overly-sophisticated ambience of the room that doesn't suit the wildish personality of the general at all. you suppose that it's because he hasn't been using the study for long enough yet, but who knows?

still, you don't pay much mind to the thought as the feverish shade plays with your drunken brain the moment you dip your chin down to inspect it more closely. toes tightly curling, it's like your feet are touching molten steel from how warm and soft they've suddenly gotten, and it doesn't take you long to realize that you have no way of cooling them down.

the heat sits not on your skin; it instead brings your blood to a simmer.

your husband doesn't address the weight of your foot when you rest it on top of his boot underneath the table. with his nose nearly buried in copious stacks of maps and documents all representing your thriving nation that's ruled by the iron fist of your father, kiba has been ignoring you completely for the last three hours or so in order to strategize and prepare for his next campaign.

the war is over, he's won it - that is why you're here, after all - and yet he still works and plans ahead of time to foresee the next challenge that could possibly be thrown his way. it's a trait you catch yourself feeling slightly surprised by, perhaps even fond over; one that you wouldn't necessarily appoint to a careless brute like him.

he's all different kinds of clever than what you're normally used to, you realize. when he focuses, it's rather on anticipating attacks and finding ways to efficiently counter their assisting blows, than on poetry and music and the arts and just plain literature.

you've never seen him read a book, even if there are plenty in the library downstairs and inside this study alone. much less encountered him drawing something other than charts to place his platoons and battalions of soldiers on, and the childish-looking rabbits he sometimes scribbles for you to make you smile. philosophy is almost surely a foreign term to him, all he cares about is the bite of the fight.

so perhaps that, along with all the scheming and planning he does with his stoic advisor now, proves to be the reason as to why he hadn't fussed at all and had merely brushed you off with a quick wave of his hand when you'd whispered to him that you intend to pour yourself a drink. and a second. and later, a third.

either that, or he's slowly getting used to you actually having a mind of your own, and is letting you do whatever you please with it just so that you'd let him do his job in return.

but alas, your mind is bored. terribly so.

and standing next to your chair, with his arms spread out firmly on the table and his broad shoulders slumped, he looks mighty appealing as well.

applying further pressure to his boot, you watch as the bridge of his nose scrunches slightly at the contact. he doesn't say or do anything besides knitting his brows together, but by the time you repeat the action for a second time, way more persistently at that, he finally lifts his gaze from the group of small figurines he's been obsessively rearranging all across the map, and turns to look at you instead.

the moment your husband's attention moves onto you, his military advisor clamps his mouth shut; finally ceasing his seemingly-endless assessment of the area they've chosen to put the phantom-soldiers on, and that you've been forced to listen to for the last aeon or so.

well, not exactly forced, per se. you're in here by your own decision; because you've nagged kiba about wanting to see what his line of work looks like.

so whilst you're still trying to get used to the sudden silence to fall upon the room, you give a fleeting glance to the soldier that stands across from you, now. he's tall, fair-skinned and lean. handsome but guarded, as far as you can tell, since he doesn't even look at you, much less acknowledges your presence despite that you're of noble blood.

privilege doesn't seem to matter to military men. to him, you're just another woman amongst many. a mere breeding mare, as disgusting as that sounds.

your husband used to be just like that.

"yes, princess?" the man in question asks, putting your train of thought to an abrupt halt. when you whip your head to the side so that you can look up at him, you're able to tell that he's tired almost straight away. you can hear it in the prominent drawl of his voice and see it in his eyes. he's fed-up even if he loves to work, and it makes your brow furrow with concern.

"i-i... uhm," your tongue stumbles and you fall silent for a moment as heat steadily begins to creep up your neck. if it's because of the alcohol or the sudden racing that the sugary pet name invokes in your heart, you do not know. still, you swallow hard and calm your pulse down just enough to say, "i'm sorry, i just wanted to suggest if we'd call it a night...? you seem tired and it's getting quite late anyway, and-"

your voice fades into nothing for a second time around when he chooses to move. he's slow but everlastingly robust as he sighs and plops down onto the chair that's right on your left. his body slumps against the finely-carved details in the backrest and you try to pretend that you don't notice the visible cord that pushes against his neck when he moves to stretch it from side to side. try to play ignorant at how he spreads his legs underneath the edge of the table and sits as if he comandeers the entire room.

it's probably because he does.

he rubs at his eye now, all sleepy and laggard, and uses the other one to look at you. "let me just figure out if the terrain we chose is passable, and then i promise you that we'll head straight to bed." he blinks, then. fights back a yawn because he hasn't been sleeping well for nearly a week straight. "does that sound all right?"

a blush sears your face at his words, its warmth making your cheeks feel like they're tingling as you turn away and indulge in your sudden bashfulness. he might be a smooth talker or maybe you're just drunk, but goddammit; the fact that he's actually willing to put in the effort to settle on an agreement almost regularly now, lights your entire body on fire.

you're changing him for the better day by day and your lips keep tugging upward at the corners because of it, especially when you say, "yes, that's fine by me."

"good," he mumbles, taking note of the beam before he turns his attention back towards his aloof-looking subordinate. "now, where were we, shino?"

shino, as you've just learned is the advisor's name, quirks a dark, inquisitive brow at the exchange he's just witnessed. the man before you doesn't remember his general ever acting this considerate around anyone, much less a woman.

it makes his eyes dance between you as he clears his throat. "if i may suggest," his gaze goes back and forth again, "that if the lady wishes to retire for the evening, she should be free to do so? we've still got a lot of material to go through, and disturbances like these aren't of any help when it comes to making a decision, i'm sure."

disturbances.

your heart drops right down to the pit of your stomach. the fact that the word affects you is hard to hide; embarrassment makes your face burn once more, because now you've got your husband's thigh firmly pressing against the side of yours underneath the table. his knee bounces in a quick rhythm that doesn't help calming you down, but one bump to your leg reminds you to keep your spine ramrod straight and your chin held high.

when you look at him from the corner of your eye, there's a small smile playing on his lips. and yet, his voice sounds like it's being grit out through clenched teeth as he says, "i don't know what kind of wife you've got back at home, but mine sure isn't a disturbance; as you've so kindly put it."

"i understand that, sir," shino says, his voice remaining perfectly flat, "but she-"

"the lady suggested that we should perhaps put a halt on this thing, because she can tell that i'm fed up and fucking tired," the other man cuts in, pinching the bridge of his nose with his scarred fingers. "and as far as i can tell, that's not a disturbance; it's rather affection coming from a caring spouse. besides, she has a point. what fruitful decision had ever been made by an exhausted general?"

the advisor's eyes narrow as your own shoot wide open. your heart insists on fluttering back up towards its rightful place, even as shino says, "i don't seem to recall you ever being this careful during the planning of a campaign before... usually you're more than eager to run headfirst into battle and i have to be the one stopping you."

"well, i've got more important things to consider and worry about now. much larger things are at stake," the general replies, brushing him off with a simple gesture of his hand. "now, go fetch me that book you were talking about earlier; i think i saw it in the bookcase over there by the window. after we skim it, we can call it a night so that we're all happy."

he makes it sound like an order, not a request. and sure enough, his advisor is still a soldier, so he quietly obeys as he pushes away from the table and turns his back towards you both whilst heading towards the bookcase at the other side of the room. you don't miss the subtle albeit frustrated tick in his jaw as he does so. it makes you muse.

meanwhile, kiba uses the chance to press a hasty kiss to your still-warm cheek. the sudden affection nearly makes you audibly gasp, but you're fast to stifle it down even if the mead in your belly tells you not to.

instead, you place your hand on his thigh and don't dare look into his big brown eyes as you mutter a meek, "i'm sorry."

"eh? what on earth are you sorry for, princess? you were just looking out for me, were you not?" he rasps, his voice no longer sharp, but playful. "besides, shino should be the one apologizing for acting like a stuck-up cunt towards my goddamn wife."

"oh, you can't just-" a small giggle bubbles up your throat at his blatant cursing. you're quick to cover your mouth with your other palm, but a fraction of it still manages to slip out. he can't deny it anymore; the sound jumpstarts kiba's very heart.

he doesn't tell you this, but he's growing more fond of you with each passing day. you bring sunshine and warmth into his existence by merely existing yourself. slowly figuring out a functioning dynamic that works well between you, sharing a bed and sometimes a bath, having someone to talk to late at night, receiving little signs of affection; it all makes him feel like life is worth living. like he's worth living for.

so it's no wonder why his hand cups your chin and he whispers, "so... could i perhaps get a little kiss? as a reward for being such a good husband?"

you're clearly flustered, because now you're looking at him from underneath your lashes as you mumble, "now?"

"mhmm," he purrs, draping his free arm over the backrest of your chair. "right now."

"but what if your advisor-"

"you know that book i mentioned earlier?" he interrupts, leaning in even closer. he smells like a forest; deep and rich, earthy. it titillates your senses.

"mm," is all you offer in answer. god, you're so drunk that the heat between your legs is pulsating in his presence. it's becoming almost unbearable, you feel like a whore despite that he's your husband.

he glances towards the other man in the room, whose back is still turned towards you as he keeps searching the bookshelves. "...well, i might have forgotten to mention that it's up in my bedroom because i'd been reading it just last night."

you blink, clearly surprised. "you read?"

"only when i have to." he glances across the room again before he licks his lips and says, "but the point i'm trying to make is that he's gonna be searching for it for a long while, so i think it's safe to say that a kiss would go entirely unnoticed."

you sigh at this, but succumb rather quickly. it might be because of the alcohol that's still coursing your system or because of his coaxing and urging, but by the time your lips press against his own softly, aiming for a simple peck, he's quick to immediately turn it into something deeper.

he just likes you so much. and can you blame him that he wants a little bit of loving from the person he admires, after the tough, absolutely draining week he's had? he's just so needy.

and he's also a messy kisser. your whimper is silenced when he pushes his tongue inside your mouth and licks your teeth with the swift arrogance of an assured male. he angles your head by pressing his thumb underneath your chin and sucks on your bottom lip until it starts to feel awfully tender and bruised. you can feel the slight grazing of his unnaturally sharp incisor every once in a while as he continues to taste you. it's enough to drive a woman completely mad.

especially because you can feel him hardening just underneath your palm, now. it seems that your treacherous hand had decided to act upon its own selfish desires whilst you were too busy handling his tongue in your mouth, and had inched higher up his leg until it'd finally settled on the now-prominent bulge that resides in his pants.

by the time you pull apart for air, his cock is already pushing against the buttons and there's a string of saliva connecting your panting mouths. his cheeks are flushed, brown eyes glazed as he releases his hold on your chin and swipes his thumb across your lip to get rid of the spit there.

"we shouldn't-" you start, but he silences you by wedging his thumb between your plush lips and pushing it into your mouth, right to the knuckle. you can see his pupils dilate when your first instinct is to suck on it.

"fuck, you've got such a good-lookin' mouth; but i can't... just..." he mumbles somewhat dazedly now, his voice hoarse in that appealing way that tells you he's horny out of his fucking mind, and so quick, too. he inhales a sharp breath, shaking his head as if he's trying to gather his thoughts before he focuses on you again and rasps, "just stroke it. over my pants."

when you give his advisor a sidelong glance, you're relieved to find out that he's still stubbornly searching for the book in hopes of not disappointing his superior. but unfortunately for you, your husband isn't pleased with you directing your attention on another man at a crucial time like this.

"hey... look at me, princess," he taps his fingers against your cheekbone and presses his thumb onto the flat of your tongue, making you wince in surprise when your throat tightens in answer. "i need you to stroke my cock, all right?"

all you do is grunt in response. the sound comes out muffled.

"it'll just look like we're whispering to each other. you know, as a married couple does from time to time," he inches closer, his way of speaking urgent. "i promise he won't notice a thing."

he's gotten so desperate now that he's even wrapped his hand around your own and started moving it up and down his length. when your grip tightens around his clothed cock, you watch in awe as he bites his lip to suppress a groan.

his arm is still resting on your chair's backrest when he pushes forward again and nearly covers your body from sight with his own. hunching his back, he tries to hide the way his ribcage expands whenever he sucks in breaths that grow deeper by the second. you can feel the film of sweat on his forehead when he rests it against your own.

"sir? i can't seem to find the book," shino starts. your heart nearly gives out at the sound of his voice, it's like lightning flashes throughout your every cell.

"keep lookin', i'm sure it's in there somewhere," kiba bites out immediately. all polite talk has ceased to exist.

"but-"

"that's an order, soldier."

you push his thumb out of your mouth with the help of your tongue to chide, "that doesn't seem really convincing! if he turns around, it'll-"

"look like we're gossiping," kiba persists. you nearly squeak when his fingers dig into your gown and rest on your thigh. "like a married couple; just like i've said."

"h-hey-"

"just keep going," he hisses. his eyes are so dark that it makes you fear they'll swallow you whole, and as if he can sense your growing anxiety, he forces his gaze to soften a bit before he adds, "please. you're doing such a good job and i really want this."

you're scared of getting caught because you're supposed to be representing the image of innocence, but truth be told; you're also impeccably thrilled at the same time. he feels big in your hand; fat and heavy and warm between your fingers even over the layer of fabric. every time you squeeze him over his pants, he twitches and bucks his hips right into your touch just to gain more friction.

"fuck yes, princess." every breath is ragged. "that's it... gonna make me cum so fast."

"shh! keep quiet."

it's kind of sweet, how evidently he needs you. but it's also lewd.

the things this man's libido makes him do is unbelievable. it's only been a couple of days since he's last made love to you, and here he is; with his sanity nearly crumbling down to its pillars whilst teaching you how to give him a not at all subtle, under-the-table handjob even if there's an audience nearby. you can't believe he's willing to risk his rank or fall subject to despicable rumours for just a mere touch of your hand.

either he's absolutely delirious, or he's a fool in love. but nevertheless, by the time shino at long last admits defeat and confesses he's unable to find the book; he's also sated.

and as for you; well, let's just say it's hard not to laugh at the knowledge that your husband's pants are sticky with cum when you excuse yourself from the table and he's stuck in the study, rearranging his little toy soldiers.

#this turned out way more detailed than i anticipated but oh well jdjdjdjdj #i love him ur honour #kiba smut #kiba x reader #naruto smut #biscuit's royalty au #biscuit drabbles

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maggie-004 · 11 months

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(Un-) Lucky coincidence - 3

Jenna Ortega x Fem reader

Summary: After helping Jenna Ortega, Y/N invites her to stay at her apartment when Jenna's hotel reservation is canceled. Jenna accepts the offer, and they bond over music and their shared vegetarian lifestyle while enjoying Chinese food and planning Jenna's stay in Austria for another 1 and a half weeks.

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“Oh, cool cool, I’m here with my car soo uhm do you need a ride?” I asked Jenna, trying to not freak out. “Uh yeah that would be great. Where do you even live, like do you have a house or-“, “What a house, you’re funny, no I have an apartment nearby. Houses here in Innsbruck are very expensive, if you wanna buy a house, that’s not the size of an shoe box you’ll have to pay at least 5 Million euro. Even to buy an apartment is really expensive. Mine costed around 500.000 euro.” I nearly cried out of laughing “Come on let’s go to my Car, and maybe close your mouth on the way there, Innsbruck is a very expensive city” I laughed at how shocked she was, it really is normal around here. “Yeah let’s go, sorry. I am really shocked right now your apartment is just a little less worth than our house in Coachella and my apartment in LA is way, WAY cheaper than yours” Jenna explained while we went to my car. “Oh really I thought America is more expensive than Austria.” I said while unlocking my car.

“apparently not, I really thought Austria would be very cheap, well I thought wrong. Oh is that your own car or is it your parents?” “No it’s my own, I love this car” I proudly said while getting in to my Ford mustang Mach-e. “Wow I thought you were a nursing student, by the way how old are you?” Jenna glanced at me while I connected my phone to the car. “I’m 19 (feel free to put in your age) how old are you?” I asked Jenna. “Woah how do you have an own apartment, a car like that and your job at the age of 19? Oh yeah I’m 20 but I’m turning 21 this year” she said and smiled at me. “Oh you’re not old yourself, you know for what you’ve reached so far. Well I started to study at 16, I skipped a few classes and I wanted to move out from my old home so I started to save money and I do make money besides school so yeah that’s pretty much it.” I just explained when we drove off, I played some music and I could see from a side eye that Jenna was enjoying it. “wow so you are the youngest in your class, at least I suppose? And how do you manage to make money, well enough money for all that while still going to school. I know that my sister, Mia she is 2 years older than me, is now nearly done with nursing school and she barley has time to work a part time job and make enough money for anything like this. Oh yeah before I forget to ask, where do you find those remixes we’re listening right now” She asked me and started to get into the music even more. “Oh she’s a nurse as well? That’s so cool, but it’s true. When you’re in nursing school you don’t have enough time to make some Money, except you are lucky enough, like me, to make your money doing something you love, for me it’s DJing. I have my YouTube channel and I have now nearly 5.5 Million subscribers, that’s where you can find those remixes by the way. That’s how I make my money. I’ve never shown my face though so I live a normal life. I collaborated with one of my best friends I met online her name is Antonia aka. RevedTV, I really got a lot of subs from her community. All in all I’m just lucky” I explained smiling because that really is just luck and it’s so cool to receive so much good karma. “Okay, wow yeah I don’t really know what to say here, I’m flabbergasted. Congrats on that and you got to tell me your artist name, I really want to listen to more of your remixes.” Jenna said, and to be honest that made me so proud of myself because everyone knows that Jenna is addicted to music and that she has a certain taste of music, I think she has a really good taste in music, but I got ripped out of because we were already pulling up to my garage.

“Thank you” I just realized that Jenna was talking to me earlier, I kind of zoned out, I still got to tell her about my ADHD otherwise she might thinks I’m rude. “Sorry for not talking to you sooner, I kind of zoned out, you know I have ADHD just wanted to clarify so I don’t come off rude. Sorry”. “Don’t be sorry, that’s ok you don’t seem rude, I know how it feels to zone out, happens way to often to me too” She just giggled at me. “Oh thank god you can relate to the zoning out, hey believe it or not some people don’t zone out at all. It really shocked me to learn about that” I explained living through the exact same feeling as I did when I first learned about that. “Yeah no way, you’re kidding right?” she asked me “Nope. I’m not kidding I swear”. “Wow second time you made me speechless today, just for your information, normally that doesn’t happen to me and certainly not twice”, “ Okay and what exactly does that mean?” I asked her while we got in the elevator I live on the 3rd and 4th. I jokingly started to tease her “Do I make you nervous … nahh just kidding” I laughed and I’m not sure but I think Jenna blushed a little but maybe it’s just my imagination. We arrived at third floor and I unlocked the door, holding it open for Jenna “Milady, after you” “Thank you”. “You can keep your shoes on or how ever you like, feel comfortable, do you want a little tour so you see how we Austrians live” I asked her. “Yeah sure I’d love to” she said while she took off her shoes. “ Okay first room to your right is my guests bath, next to it the guests room and a little storage room” “Mhm oh the furniture is soo cool” Jenna said. “Then you should wait until you see my room, anyways around that corner is my kitchen and the eating era, come on.” “Woah I definitely wasn’t expecting an all-black kitchen it’s so cool and so big. Y/N you have a really nice furnishing style, I love it here.” Jenna said. “Thank you so much yeah I really took my time because I want to feel at home here so no compromises with anyone, you won’t believe me how many people said ´oh no black kitchen… don’t do this… don’t do that- bla bla bla` but as already said no compromises. Okay come on we have another floor to look at” I just said. “Another one? Wow cool you really hyped me for your room.” “Okay then come on, soo here is my bathroom, I really needed that freestanding bathtub and again a lot of black elements I love it looks so fancy. Next to my bathroom I have my laundry room nothing special in here. But now my second favorite room, my studio. Here happens all my ´Musical magic´” Jenna looked stunned at me and I just had to laugh at her face and about myself, calling myself magical. “Well I guess we make it a third time that I don’t know what to say wow, this is all so cool, amazing is that your DJing controller?” Jenna asked me. “Yeah it is if you want I can show you a few things on it later” I suggested. “I’d love to, maybe you can teach me a little bit” she smiled like a little child when I nodded at her request. “Okay now come ooonnn I am so hyped to show you my room, I really love it so let’s gooooo.” “Oh my god you’re hyping me up so much don’t hype me anymore I don’t think I could that you know… emotionally” Jenna laughed.

“Well then we’ll make it short and painless. Here take a look.” I said with the biggest grin on my face, because I know we can add another speechless Jenna moment to our list. My room is the biggest of all my rooms, it has 2 black Walls on which my Californian King sized Bed is, also it’s slightly higher than everything else because it’s build on this platform thing, where I have two huge drawers, I know I don’t need bed this big alone but I really fell in love with it, I think its needless to say that I wouldn’t spent so much money on a bed I don’t need, but I got it as a gift from one of my advertising partners. I also have a lot of plants and little decoration things, Pictures and a few fan gifts, a big ass aquarium, way too big tv, but again it was a gift, my beloved Book shelf, next to it a tiny two person couch and a desk for schoolwork and editing. But now my favorite part, my walk-in closet. “So Jenna what do you think” I grinned. “Wow this room is amazing, how long did you spent to make it look like that, and that bed oh my god can I sit on it, it looks sooo comfortable” Jenna said. “Yea you can also lay in it if you want, it was a gift from my advertising partners. I think I’ve spent one and a half months on this room, but only because I didn’t accept any help in this room, I really wanted it like I imagined. So I build that platform for my bed myself and lowered the ceiling for the LED’s.” I explained “How’s the bed?” I laughed at how tiny Jenna looked in it. “It’s amazing but I am a little scared that I’ll get lost in it.” We both started to laugh like crazy. My stomach started to hurt out of laughter I threw myself on my bed next to Jenna and tried to calm down. Needless to say we pushed each other even more and only after 10 minutes we started to calm down. “Uhg now my stomach hurts, Jenna do you still want to drink a coffee” I asked her still giggling. “Yeah sure, can you help me up” “sure her you go, we gotta go downstairs for coffee, or are you hungry?” I asked Jenna now. “Well yeah are you?” she asked. “I am so hungry right now, do you wanna order something or should I cook?”, “Uh we can order something and I pay for it you know as a thank you” Jenna suggested. “Oh Jenna you really don’t have to that’s fine you’re my guest so please let me- “ Jenna interrupted me “Yeah and you helped me when no one did so please I insist.” “Okay thank you” I gave up I didn’t stood a chance. “What should we order?” I asked Jenna. “Well I’m currently chancing my diet for Romania so something vegetarian, do you like Chinese?”, “Oh I love Chinese food and btw I’m vegetarian too, had to change from vegan to vegetarian because of the nutritious, kind of sucks” I explained to Jenna whom nodded at what I was saying. “oh my god same, I was so devastated when I found out I had to change that.” We both ordered some spring rolls and those lobster chips the white ones. “So should we look for places you could stay, or do you maybe wanna stay here, I mean only if you want to and feel safe and everything” I offered her, not really knowing what she’d say and hoping to not scare her away. We sat in my 2nd floor and before she could answer the doorbell rang. So I had to run down and get the food. “Hey Jenna do you wanna eat in the living room or down here?” I yelled up. “ Uhm however you want” she yelled back. So I got everything we need form the kitchen and got back up. “ I think it’s more comfortable if we stay here. Well about my offer-“ Jenn a cut right in “Uhm I’d love to but only if you’re really fine with that.” Oh my god, I think my heart is about to stop. Jenna really is going to stay at my place. “Yeah totally I can set up the guest room, you can stay as long as you want. I really mean it. How long are you staying in Austria anyways?” I asked her. “for another 1 and a half weeks, we are going to start promoting Wednesday, so the rest of the Wednesday cast comes here tomorrow, and thank you for everything”

A/N: Wow these are getting longer, fyi English is not my first language. Still hope you like it :)

#jenna ortega x reader #actors #jenna marie ortega #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x you #the fallout #wednesday

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ijustreallylikecaptainamericaok · 4 months

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How about 1, 15, 23 for the air your grievances ask game?

Hi! :-)

What's your biggest __[insert fandom]__ pet peeve(s)?

Oof, okay... I think my biggest pet peeve with the M/C/U fandom is how greedy certain pockets of it can be. When 80-95% of either the canon or fandom is catered to you, I don't get complaining so hard about the slim percentage that doesn't. It's infuriating. But I've talked about that a bunch in the past.

Something I don't think ever talked about is how this fandom drives me up the damn wall as a music nerd. The biggest example is folks describing the Guardians soundtracks/"Qu*ll's taste in music" as "80s music." No. No, they're not. They're mainly the 70s. I know, I counted, after the fandom nearly gaslit me into doubting my own knowledge. In fact, out of the trilogy, IW, the Gro/ot shorts, and the Holiday special, only Vol 3 and the Holiday special contain any 80s songs. (And for record, this isn't me shitting on the 80s or anything. I'm an 80s baby and love tons of music from that era. This is just me being an insufferable know-it-all, lol.)

Another one is constantly framing Sam's recommendation of Tro/uble Man as some kind of come on. Like, first of all, that album is mainly a score and the few lyrics that do exist on it are not sexy. Second of all, oh my God, there's more to Marvin than just sex jams, holy shit. It's very obvious that some are only familiar with stuff like "Let's get it on" and "Sexual Healing" and that's it and... I can't help it, that makes me so sad.

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15. Name an aspect of __[insert character]__ that you think gets frequently overlooked in fanfiction characterizations/deserves more attention/exploration

I think fandom's really dropped the ball with post-EG Steve. We could've had sprawling epics with Steve creating timeline after timeline where he had full lives with every Av*nger and Guardian and whoever else and having D*ctor Who style adventures across space and time. But, noooope. Nada.

I'll also never understand how I've only ever seen one fic where Professor H*lk and Steve raise Baby!Scott. That's comedy gold, right there. And how the hell did Sh*-H*lk not spawn a ton of St*ve/Jen? Not to mention all the cool concepts WI? has given the fandom on a silver platter only for them to be completely ignored.

23. Share an unpopular opinion you have RE: __[insert fandom]__

At the risk of being skinned alive, I know that even people who don't ship St*cky romantically will say that they still love them as friends instead. And I... don't. I can't get into that dynamic, even platonically. Most of their relationship is told rather than shown and what little we are shown doesn't endear it to me at all. Fandom can scream "till the end of the line" until it's blue in the face, but that doesn't make up for its problems in the slightest. (And frankly, I think that was the main purpose of the line to begin with, but that's a whole other rant.) I mean, B*cky spends most of T/F/A coming off (to me) like a condescending prick towards Steve and then spends the rest of Steve's time in the films deliberately staying as far away as humanly possible. It feels very one-sided to me, overall. And why should I revere that period, but especially so when dynamics like the ones Steve has with S*m, N*t, and P*ggy exist? Dynamics where the love and respect is quite clearly mutual and they actively want to be in his life? There's just no contest as far as I'm concerned.

Now, in fairness, theirs isn't the only dynamic in the films that's way more tell than show nor is it the worst offender in terms of the discrepancy between what's told and what's shown, but again, those are other rants.

Sorry about this getting kinda long. I'd been holding that first rant in for a loooong time, lol, so thank you for sending this in and giving me the chance to finally get that off my chest. XD

Air Your Grievances Ask Game

#bulkyphrase #replies #fandom woes #fandom wank #long post cw

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still-single · 11 months

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Records I Am Glad to Have Found in 2023: Part 1

Instead of rufflin' whatever (feather) maybe it's better that there's just a place where I can tell you that my life is better for having found these records and having them within reach. Maybe you might wanna reach for them as well. Up to you! Maybe feel fortunate that I want to engage with Tumblr at all, but the 16 or so accounts who said (anonymously) that they miss my review content may get a kick out of all this, and see where my head's at now.

New records, not-new records, things I bought, things that were sent to me, things I bartered for. Fair play.

First up, this Beau Wanzer record that I wrote up a while back. I feel exactly the same about it. It's new as of January and there aren't many releases out there like it at the moment. Undead, shufflin' Beau hours. One of my favorite DJs and electronic musicians in Chicago, he really does not seem to walk any path other than his own.

Al B. Sure! - In Effect Mode LP (Uptown/Warner Bros., 1988)

Growing up in my early teens, two songs from Al B. Sure!'s debut album were more or less inescapable: the masterful slow jam "Nite and Day," and the more uptempo quasi-diss track "Off On Your Own (Girl)." I never owned the record (why would I, this always seemed like a "why buy the cow" situation), and it never seemed to turn up used, something I better understand now.

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This thing is great! It's short, mindful of our time and Al's. Side 1 contains four slow jams (the Nite! side), kicking off with the classic "Nite and Day" (so much rooftop glare and World Trade Center fixation in the vid) and cascading down into the whisper/falsetto/snap percussion ballad "Oooh This Love Is So" (kinda like an older brother NKOTB slow jam, really well arranged, FM synths cresting over top with some tasteful guitar buried underneath). His take on Roberta Flack's "Killing Me Softly" is doctor's office soft, but works where the Fugees' take doesn't, as Al seems to know there's no improving on the original, and he's lucky just to put it in his framework. "Naturally Mine" is like the shadowy flipside to the majesty of the opener, and doesn't come close, but also doesn't need to; the Teddy Riley guitar work does a lot on its own.

Side 2 (the Day! side) turns on the lights for some more uptempo New Jack Swing template jams. Opener "Rescue Me" sounds like two songs that were somehow merged into one, but that may just be the tonal difference between the intro and verse structure.

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"Off On Your Own (Girl)" is neatly, nearly perfect, with quiet, pressurized syncopation, Al's bellyache storytellin' (sits by the phone a lot, it seems), and a delivery, particularly in the chorus, which says so much more than the title states. I'm particularly enamored of his switching between judgmental sing-speak/orchestra hit stress and his bracing falsetto. On the stremf! He even throws us a Slick Rick impression in a bridge. Last two tracks seem interchangeable but that's fine; you don't serve surf after the turf, even if you're coming in hot with bass pounds.

Uptown is generally a welcome sign of quality for this time and place; from Al to Heavy D., Guy to Jodeci. Andre knew what was up. Cool cat logo too.

Honestly there are probably other Al jams worth seeking out, and of course his performance in New Jack City when he fingers Ice-T as a narc with those Bert eyebrows of his. Most people don't hit this sort of success right out of the gate, and that's the needle he threads so effortlessly here.

Ron Morelli – Heart Stopper 2xLP (L.I.E.S., 2023)

Ron was one of the first people I met when I moved to NYC in 2000, and for a while I was regularly having lunch with him, Steve Roche, Adam Paterson, and Matt Smith at the Uptown Juice Bar in lower Manhattan, when we were all working in some sort of office and/or dot-com capacity, going to ABC No Rio and the like. I'd fall in and out of that orbit for a while over the next 6-7 years, as bands formed and broke up, people worked up their DJ chops, etc. At some point Ron moved down to Philly and was grinding in a more formal club DJ capacity before coming back to NYC and starting L.I.E.S., living in the trap, and working at A-1 in the East Village. It wasn't easy, even in that orbit, to find the L.I.E.S. releases, but the quality was always there.

I fell off a bit due to life and the like, missed a lot of Ron's Hospital output (as well as a lot of later L.I.E.S., again due to life stuff; the last one I gripped from the initial run was Florian Kupfer's Lifetrax), and last I knew he had relocated to Paris. Living in Chicago has given me more of an opportunity to interface with house music as it happened, with proximity to the records and DJs in clubs, to where it started to click with me. Heart Stopper retains this same sort of focus, drilling down on the repetition and stress/release of the foundational cuts of the initial era. My fave here is "Tangled Trap of Love," a big nod to Master C & J's "Face It," but I've found myself putting this record on and letting it roll to the close more often than most I've favored this year. Didn't make it to the Podlasie Club back in May, but I did appreciate this (paywalled) interview in the First Floor Substack, the guy I remember so well playing stoically to the bozos up front, dialing down style to the horizon where it meets substance and accepting nothing less.

(Doug Mosurock)

#doug mosurock #reviews #2023 #ron morelli #al b. sure!#beau wanzer #still single #chicago #heathendisco #Youtube #Bandcamp

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simpingcowboy · 2 years

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A Stranger in a Bar

Pairing: Jack Daniels x GN!Reader no use of Y/N

Rating: R (adult themes)

Warnings: consumption of alcohol (by Jack/ ambiguous consumption by reader), thoughts of infidelity, allusions to unhappy relationship, many feelings, slight angst, southern charm

Word Count: 2.8k+

Summary: You wanders into a bar after an argument with your partner. Agent Whiskey makes it his personal mission to make you feel better and show you how you deserve to be treated.

Author's Note: This was my first time writing for Whiskey! I just wanted to do something fun and sweet with my favorite cowboy. (Also use this as free therapy to deal with feelings about my ex lmao)

Enjoy :)))

You sat perched up on a high barstool. Soft country music plays on an old jukebox somewhere off in the bar. The drink you'd ordered hours ago- long forgotten. Reduced to a watered down version of whatever it was the bartender has recommended. You stayed looking ahead along the rows of alcohol lined up on the shelf, watching the way the flickering lights bounced off each bottle. It was a slow night, not many people had been there when you first walked in and now most nobody remained.

It had been a long night. It'd started as a drive, just a way to get your mind off things. You drove out as far you could without completely emptying the tank. Which is how you wound up here. Out in the middle of nowhere. At a bar. Alone. As far away as you could get from your partner at home. You just needed to get away, even if just for a bit. Just a place to wallow in your sorrows.

"Whiskey please." Calls a disembodied voice from behind you. It’s a low voice, smooth, and laced with an unmistakable Kentucky accent.

Glancing over, you catch sight of the stranger that’s taken the seat beside yours. He's handsome. Really handsome. His profile cuts an impressive silhouette. A low furrowed brow, strong arched nose, pouted lips topped with a fluffy mustache, and a soft square jaw. He was pretty. Taking a wider glance at him, you take in his outfit. A black fringe leather jacket fitted over a white t-shirt. Painted on blue jeans with a large belt buckle that pulls your eyes down to his slender hips. Lower down you see a pair of heeled black cowboys boots embroidered with a western design along the sides. And of course, a matching black cowboy hat rests on the bar beside him.

"Hey pretty baby." The stranger calls to you, drawing your eyes back up to his face. "Seein' something you like?" He said with a smirk. His eyes catching yours; warm dark brown eyes...welcoming and tempting.

You turn your head back, looking straight ahead at the spot you'd been staring at for the last hour or so before. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to stare." You say solemnly, "I just liked your hat is all." The excuse was lame but hopefully enough to get him off your back.

The message is received on his end. Bad night he thinks to himself. He thought it probably best to leave you alone, but he'd be damned if he didn't even try to make you feel even a bit better. The stranger takes a taste of the whiskey placed before him, building himself up to try again.

"Well thank you very much." He declares, taking the well worn hat in his hands and holding it to display it to you. "She is a beauty, ain't she?" The man expertly spins the hat on his finger to give you a 360° view. He glances over, and is pleased to see the smallest smile peak through. "Not nearly as beautiful as you are though. Now tell me darlin," the ever-increasingly charismatic cowboy lets out a soft groan as he reaches up to put his hat back up on his head "What were you really looking at me for?" A soft smug grin plastered back on his face.

You shrug, trying to keep it cool despite a look of embarrassment peaking through your expression. "I just like looking at you, that's all."

The stranger's grin stretches out to a full grown smirk. "Well don't let me stop you from looking." He pivots on his chair to face forward towards the bar. "But-" he stops to say, his eyes wander over you much longer than necessary "I can't promise I won't be lookin' back at ya."

Suddenly your throat felt full, there was no longer enough air in the room, or blood in your brain. This wasn't right. You knew it wasn't no matter how unhappy in your relationship you were. Better stop it now before it goes too far.

Finally you speak up "I'm taken." Even the words tasted bitter on your tongue.

Trouble in paradise he reasons, if the annoyance laced in your voice was anything to go by. You see the man push back slightly in his seat. "Oh- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend." He replies not wanting to overstep. But then again, he was never the type of man to let things be- not when he could make them better. Third time’s the charm. He mimes looking around the bar, feigning a look of fear as he leans in close to you. "Just to be clear, no cats gonna come to scratch me up for talkin' to ya, right?" You laugh for what feels like the first time in days. Jack smiles back at you, relishing in your joy.

You shake your head as you answer, "No, I promise no one's gonna come looking for you." You smile again as you eye up the stranger again. A little looking couldn't really hurt could it? "Not that I think you'd have any trouble holding your own of course."

He tips his head to you, a proud look upon his face. "Naturally, of course! Now I don't mean to brag but I reckon I'm one of the best fighters this side of the Mississippi."

"Is that so?" You challenge him.

"Yup, one of the best dancers too." He stands from the bar stool, offering you his hand. "But I'll let you decide that one for yourself."

You look at him nervously. He was being so damn nice and sweet and so charming. It almost felt like the universe was playing a cruel joke on you. Showing you a man like this, knowing what you've got waiting for you at home. You look him over once more, finally able to get a full look on at the stranger. He stood tall, if you had to guess somewhere right around six feet. Seeing him from the front you can fully appreciate his wide broad shoulders. He looked straight out of a daydream, and here he stood hand extended out waiting for you.

“Well, what’d ya say Darlin?” The cowboy beckons you to take his hand. “I think you’ll find I'm on my best behavior.” he says with a teasing wink.

“Best behavior, huh?” you tease.

“Always am.” He retorts.

A chuckle escapes your lips. You confidently slide your hand into his and let him guide you off the chair onto the dance floor. It's just a dance you calm your nerves. Besides you were already heartbroken once tonight, what's a second time? You might as well enjoy it this time around.

The handsome stranger leads you to the dance floor. It's a small space that on a typical weekend is packed tightly, but right now you two have the floor all to yourselves. He pulls you over to the jukebox.

"Now let's put on somethin' but more appropriate shall we?" He says as he searches through the songs. Letting go of your hand for just a moment to put the coins in the machine. "There" he smiles brightly as the first notes of a country love song come on "much better ain't it?" He eases his hand back into yours.

You nod "Much better."

You pull in closer, squeezing his hand softly and letting your opposite hand climb up onto his shoulder. His hand moves into position on your waist, mindful to be respectful. Together you two sway gently letting the tune guide your pace.

Jack wasn't really meant to be here. If the job had gone right he'd be in a club a couple miles over on a surveillance job. Much to his dismay, the target was tipped off and skipped town, ruining his chances of getting any intel that night. Having the night off, he'd thought going for a drink might not be too terrible an end to the night. Landing him in this small country bar- bringing Jack straight to you.

Of course he'd seen you when he walked in. Sat up at the bar by yourself. They're a stunner alright the cowboy had thought to himself as he went to sit up beside you. He'd initially been hoping you might wanna join him for an evening. At the least, he reckoned you'd make good company while he enjoys his drink.

It'd started as that, him on his usual flirty behavior, but no now this was personal. How was someone as lovely as you left to feel this way all by themselves? Jack thought it downright blasphemous for a partner to leave you this way. Now Jack was not known for his sympathies, but he just had to make you feel just a bit better. He planned to do it in the only way he knew how to.

Despite his noble intentions, Jack was always weak in the heart. He was defenseless to stop his heart and mind from running wild when he first saw you smile. The logical part of him scolding his heart again and again; they're just a stranger, a taken stranger at that. Still despite all his efforts- he saw it clear as day. This stranger in his home waking up by his side. This stranger, baking him fresh apple pies. He saw himself teaching them how to ride. He saw it all in just minutes time. Jack saw a whole lotta love just waiting to be had in the stranger's eyes.

This stranger in a bar, had him by the heart.

You smile to yourself enjoying the way you feel in your cowboy's arms. This is what life ought to be, you think to yourself. You look up, meeting the gaze of the handsome stranger. He's just met you yet, here he looks at you in total admiration. As if you've hung every star in the sky or baked him his favorite pie. They never look at me like that, you think back to your partner at home.

You were unhappy in your relationship. You'd thought so many times that even if you left you’d never get anything better. That perhaps this is just what love really is. Maybe you didn't deserve anything better. But how on Earth could you think that now when this man is staring at you like that? It felt like a dream. You thought of taking the stranger home, making him yours. Your head filled with thoughts of happy days, romantic dates, a whole lifetime of love you could have in this man's arms.

"What's your name, Darlin?" He asks, snapping you out of your daydream.

You laugh aloud, having been so lost in thought you'd forgotten you barely know this man at all. You introduce yourself with the nod of your head.

He repeats your name back to you with a smile. Your name lingers on the edge of his tongue as if he doesn't wanna let it go. "Why- that's the perfect name for a perfect beauty like yourself." His gaze lingers over you for a moment.

"And you are?" You ask, your mind pressed to put a name to the handsome man.

"Where are my manners?" He exclaims. He retracts his hand from your waist, reaching up to tip his cowboy hat at you. "The names Jack. But you-" Jack wraps his hand back onto your waist pulling you tight against him "You can call me any time." He finishes with a wink.

You find your head thrown back in laughter at the cheesiness of his joke. He smiles right along with you, taking you in like a long sip of whiskey. His hand lovingly squeezes at your waist, as your hand slivers up his shoulder to his collar; grazing the hairs at the base of his neck. Jack's other hand, still wrapped around yours, moves to intertwine between your fingers. Your chests are pushed up closely against one another. Every inhale and exhale opposed from each other. Jack presses his forehead up against yours, the shadow on his cowboy hat lingering over both your faces.

At this moment, everything is just Jack. Being this close to him, even his smell fills your senses. He smells of the whiskey- still fresh on his tongue, of the leather oil- that's sheen on his jacket, of the aftershave- that's long settled in the pores of his face, and just a bit of cinnamon- as if he just ate apple pie before he came. As you look up at the stranger, you melt into his sight and allow yourself to feel at home in those warm brown eyes.

The veil of reality slips deeper and deeper into the fantasy you've put on for each other. Your smiles each grow larger, as your imaginations continue to go wild. Your daydreams grow with each passing moment. And if only for a moment, you let yourself believe maybe I will take him home.

Then, as it always does, reality comes back again. Your phone buzzes aggressively in your pocket as you let out a sigh.

"I'm sorry Jack." You say, a look of embarrassment evident on your face. You unwind yourself from his arms and step back against the jukebox. Looking at your phone you see your partner calling you. No doubt about to scold you for not coming back home yet. You shake your head as you hang up the call, not bothering to pick up. Opting to send a quick text instead "be home soon" is all it says.

You look up longingly at your cowboy all alone on the dance floor. A look of disappointment not well concealed on his face. He catches your withdrawal and moves into your space cautiously.

"Everything alright, Sugar?" Jack asks with a solemn tone.

"I'm okay I-" You bite your lip, hoping the words don't come out "I've gotta go home is all." A grimace plastered on your face.

The stranger smiles back down at you, not nearly as brightly as before. Though you both knew it'd end this way, knowing did little to ease the pain. The fantasy shared between you two shattered.

"I guess I best be letting you go on your way then." He says trying to put back on a jolly front for you though he's desperate for just a moment more with you. "Do you need a ride or anything? I've got my car right out front if you need or-"

You smile at him. Even now he's being so kind to you. You reach up, stopping his rambling. Your hand landing on his cheek and stroking it softly. "Won't be necessary cowboy, I've got my own ride. But thank you." You lean in to give Jack a kiss on the cheek. As you pull away, you smile at the cute blush that's come over his cheeks.

"Whenever you need Darlin'. I'll be here for ya." Jack takes your hand in his and gives it a quick kiss. His eyes peer into yours from under his hat. He drops your hand and bites his lip to stop himself from asking you for another dance.

"I know you will Jack"

You practically have to peel yourself away from him. You saunter out towards the door of the bar, letting your gaze linger on Jack. He’s perched back up at the bar, a fresh drink in hand. A drink he takes down much faster than the first one. As you open the door to leave, you call out to him once more. "I'll give you a call!" You smile playfully, both of you knowing full well you didn't exchange numbers.

From across the bar, you see him light up just a little bit more. He sends you off with a smile, "Anytime pretty baby!" He calls back at you from his spot back at the bar.

As the door shuts behind you, you feel your heart break for the second time that night. The sight of your cowboy sitting by himself nearly enough to make you cave. Still, you carry on to the walk back to your car. The cool night air dances along your skin, leaving goosebumps in its path and reminding you of the empty space around you. Even with the growing physical distance between you, your mind still wanders back to Jack. Back inside you felt so warm, so loved, and just so wanted. It'd be easy to turn around and drown in the fantasy of the stranger; but as much as you'd like to, you can't live in a daydream. So, you get in the car.

Glancing over at the bar once more, a love sick smile overcomes you. You chuckle at yourself, knowing you’ll be thinking back to this night for a long time.

"Thank you Jack." you whisper into the night as you drive off with the comfort that everything will be alright.

Maybe in another life you would make Jack yours. Take him home, make him your husband. Bake him the world’s best apple pie. But in this lifetime at least, he was a stranger. That's all he'll ever be, a stranger in a bar.

A stranger in a bar, who stole just a little bit of your heart.

#this is my soft cowboy #that says stupid cheesy things #with a stupid accent and a stupid little hat :)))))#jack daniels x reader #agent whiskey #kingsman: the golden circle #agent whiskey fanfic #soft!agent whiskey #pedro pascal fanfiction #GN!reader #Am writes

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So, I'm nonbinary and gynesexual (attracted to feminine features, not just females) and I grew up in a very religious family. The first ten twice years of my life were spent going to church every Wednesday and Sunday. I never realized how little and how much it affected me at the same time. I've always struggles with being the "weird" kid, or the "interesting" one. Weird taste in clothing, food, music, entertainment, you name it, I was the weird one for liking the stuff I did. But, growing up in that environment, it tempered that strangeness. Everyone complimented me and focused on me when I dressed a certain way, acted a certain way.

I liked it, who wouldn't, but it just didn't feel like me. I didn't realize exactly why until recently, but, I'll get to that in time. For a while, my family stopped going to church. The one I'd grown up in was falling under. Sermons were lacking, the youth group was in shambles, and there were less and less events every year.

Of course, me being the idiot I am, have been, and always will be, I asked if we were going to church one Sunday morning. That's how I ended up being dragged to church every Sunday morning no matter what, unless I was sick, until I was eighteen. So far this is all normal, happens to kids everywhere in the U.S. Nothing special. It's just indoctrination, after all. Then, when I was about fifteen, I figured out that I'm not straight. And that's where everything went out the window.

Now I was suddenly that much more different, that much more strange. So I leant into that image is built up for twelve years even harder. Cowboy boots, jeans, zip up hoodies, "cool" t-shirts, face constantly in a book. Then I started listening to the sermons. Really listening. And I started seeing just how stupid it all was. I has never been a devout christian in any way, but, now I was finally starting to see how morally bankrupt religion really is. Purposely making people dysphoric. Purposely making people uncomfortable with their sexuality. Treating women like objects, men like gods, and marriage like a way to control women.

One of the girls in the youth group, who, at the time, I had a crush on, shared her confessional (basically a conversion story, for those not in the know) one night, and... Well, I couldn't bring myself to even talk to her after it. It took her one sermon to go from a bisexual with a long time girlfriend that she was in love with, to being "straight" and homo, bi, and transphobic. After hearing that... Something in my mentality shifted. At the time, I thought I was pansexual, and I promised to myself that I would never leave someone over something as stupid as religion.

Fast forward a bit, to when I was seventeen, and the LGBTQ+ community was starting to grow in both size and volume. Of course, my parents being who they are, started to make nearly every conversation they had involve the community somehow, just so that they could bash it over the head with whatever stupidity they could muster. And that's a lot. Then more and more people started coming out as trans, and they couldn't leave that alone.

Of course, with how horrid my parents were being, I had to vent quite a bit to my friends. And, through that, I realized that I couldn't remember a single verse of the bible. And yet, a single line, from a song if only heard a couple times was stuck in my brain on repeat everytime my parents started talking about the LGBTQ+ community. "One page of the bible isn't worth a life." Such a simple line, yet, every time I hear it, it hits just as hard as it did the first time I heard it. That single line had a bigger impact than an entire book of bigoted, disgusting ideas.

About seven months ago, I figured out that I'm nonbinary, and it just made listening to my family so much worse. Now that I'm nineteen, and I've got a job, I'm trying to get as far away from my family as I can as quick as I can, but, I think we all know how that usually goes.

Tldr: Religion is stupid, parents are stupid, I'm an idiot, but not stupid, surprisingly, and I'm bad at trying to keep my stream of thoughts in any way readable.

#enby #nonbinary #lgbtq #music #religion #vent post #religion is stupid #queer #parents amirite #homophobic family #transphobic family #bad writing

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streetlightdiaries · 2 years

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‘I’m the hero and the monster too—’

On a Monday morning, I take stock of all the stories I’ve written and the ones I haven’t.

As you know, I’ve been wrestling with silly little life stuff, like wondering where I ultimately belong and what is really worth the fight. Monday through Friday, I wake up at 4:30am to muddle through a routine of preventative exercises; mental health mixed with spirituality. I dress by candlelight and move down the staircase in the dark, climbing into my car and driving nearly an hour with nothing to do but sit with my own thoughts and watch the melodies slide by. Here lies one of the Universe’s best kept secrets:

There is a golden hour in the morning too.

I used to see it from a Walmart parking lot when we had to get up to sell the line at Warped Tour; the air is fresh and cool and buzzes with possibility. During early golden hour, the sky emits the same irresistible hope that you really are in the right place at the right time. That where your feet fall is where home is, all that. There’s a difference though; during early golden hour, the day is just beginning. Your big opportunity to take steps forward, to work unfailingly towards your goal, and to prove yourself is laid out before you. It’s time for immediate action. In the evenings, golden hour requires only that you drink in the hope, wear your sweaty Metallica t-shirt to bed, and try again tomorrow. Perhaps this less-toxic positivity is why the later hour receives all the celebrity.

I always thought that the more I accomplished—the more I lived, the more I felt—the higher in estimation my family would hold me. But that has not turned out to be the case. I’ve been met with the need to grow much thicker skin—to learn how to ignore their teasing of my clothes, forgive their cheapening of my travels, and pretend my feelings aren’t hurt when they reach for their holy water at the mere mention of my tattoos. This is why we create Second Families. Not to replace, not to scorn, but to build houses made of brick, rather than prodding sticks.

I had a dream I was on another Patent Pending music video shoot. Everything that had ever happened was a good deal in the past and any stupid thing that any of us had ever said had been laughed about before starting production. Everything was exactly as it should be and everyone was very happy—exactly where they wanted to have always been. When I woke up, the bricks to my second home read more like breadcrumbs I had dropped along the way, but I do know right where I left them. It is my experience that while you can’t always go home, you can feel that you did once have one, and I close my eyes to close the miles and years:

I can feel a cool Midwestern breeze and smell the bulbs of burning hot stage lights. I can taste cheap cheese pizza and I can hear that car from a mile away. I will always be able to see the way he looks when he’s gotten another brilliant idea and can’t wait to ruin my day with it. My homes are preserved in airplane exhaust against a creamsicle-colored sky.

And just remember, in these horrific times, you may rest assured that the family you’ve built is strong; your house will remain standing even if you need to rip off a brick and throw it at your nearest legislator.

Stay sensitive, my tumbleweeds.

“Surviving the Night” Keep Flying

#writer #music #golden hour #home #homesick #dream #keep flying

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selfcarecap · 3 years

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I read your blurb where Peter sees the reader in a bathing suit for the first time but it‘s with her family. How about him seeing her in a bathing suit for the first time where they‘re alone like at Tony Stark‘s pool or something (I live for when you write awkward Peter btw (so, canon Peter))

warnings: peter staring at your tits, and we have a little nip slip? 🥲🥲🥲🥲🤧 but it’s just in front of Peter(...), mention of foods (gummy bears lmfao), this is …

-this is a repost of an old fic-

You’re so excited that you get to spend a day at the pool inside of a multi-million dollar building with your best friend, that you nearly forget that Peter has never seen you in anything but oversized t-shirts.

The only bikini you have at home is a little small.

Your tits look great.

And that‘s the problem.

You know Peter‘s going to stare at them. And you know it will get your hopes up when really he doesn‘t like you like that and he just likes tits.

You sense the smell of chlorine mixed with something expensive and forget about your dilemma for a second. You and Peter are all alone at the pool and there’s relaxing music playing somewhere.

Peter quickly glances at your legs when you take off your trousers, but your shirt goes all the way down to your mid-thighs now anyway.

“I brought gummy bears, by the way,” Peter says, opening his bag of Haribos.

“Cool,” you say but you’re just looking at the clear water, “When are we going into the water though?”

“Whenever you want”, he says as he starts eating his beloved gummy bears. Nothing can distract him when he has his gummy bears, so you start undressing.

Your breath is shaky as you pull your shirt over your head and your eyes go to your chest immediately, making sure your bikini top is covering everything it’s supposed to.

Peter’s already looking at you. He’s silent and when you look over he’s bringing his empty fingers up to his mouth and bites into his finger. “Ow,” he says quietly, realising there’s no gummy bear in his hand to bite into instead.

He gazes up at you again, looking away quickly when your eyes meet.

You clear your throat, “So, you coming?”

Without waiting for an answer, you walk towards the pool, forgetting that you’re blessing Peter with the sight of your ass. You hear another “ow” and can only assume that Peter’s looking at you and accidentally bit into his finger again.

You ignore him and slowly make your way into the water, enjoying how it envelops your whole body.

A few seconds later there’s a big splash as Peter jumps into the pool next to you. Now that you’re in the water he can’t see your body that well and he’s calm again.

You’re in the pool for what feels like hours and everything’s normal between the two of you.

That’s until Peter looks at your chest, “You have um..”

You look down and notice that your bikini has slipped on one side and your nipple is completely exposed.

You adjust your top as quickly as possible and you want to disappear. “You didn‘t see anything,” you say, your face burning.

“I mean I did. But you don‘t have anything to worry about. You look ho— great. Great.”

“God, Peter please. You‘re making this weird.”

“Can‘t I compliment my friend?”

This is exactly what you were scared of. He‘s staring at your boobs, even telling you that you look great but in the next sentence calls you his friend.

For a second it’s all too much for you, Peter constantly giving you mixed signals when you know he just likes you as a friend.

“You know it‘s not easy being your friend when you say shit like that,” you say, getting out of the pool. You change into your shirt without drying off and pull your bikini top off from underneath.

Peter’s right behind you a moment later, “No, wait. What did I do? I‘m sorry if that was a dumb thing to say. I didn‘t mean it in a weird or creepy way. Sorry if I made you uncomfortable,” he says sincerely.

“That‘s not it. You always say shit like that. You say that I look pretty this, I look beautiful that, you even say my fucking tits look great and then you expect me to believe that you just want to be friends? One second after you‘ve told me how good I look? I never hear you telling Ned or any of your friends for that matter how good they look. So why do you do it with me?”

His eyes don’t meet yours, “I... don‘t know how to... flirt.”

You look at him, not quite sure what he means.

He throws his arms in the air and sits down, defeated.

“I like you. But I don‘t know how to tell you that I like you. Genuinely, I have no idea. How can I tell you how much I love your smile, or how you have the weirdest but also best taste in music out of anyone I‘ve ever met. And how cute you look while you laugh, and that you‘re the best at cheering me up and being there for me when I‘m feeling down. Not to mention that cute thing where you smile at yourself when you pass a mirror. How do I tell you that I think you deserve all the smiles in the world and that you don’t deserve a single moment of sadness.”

Your heart swells and tingles shoot through your whole body at his words.

“Just like that,” you say.

“What?” He croaks, eyes red.

“That‘s exactly how you say it.” You want to sit down next to him, but there’s no room so you go for his lap instead and kiss him immediately.

His hands go to your waist, pulling you closer as his lips press against yours.

Peter’s wet swim shorts rub against your thighs and the wetness from his chest stains your shirt even more. Just as you’re getting into the kiss he leans back, away from you. “Too much,” he says, and your heart sinks.

“Sorry uh—”

“You just kissed me, you‘re very close and you‘re not wearing anything underneath your shirt. So..”

You grin as you realise he means he’s positively overwhelmed and get off of him.

Peter makes room for you to sit next to him and rests his hand on your hip, arm wrapping around your waist.

You hear a loud rustling and then Peter offers you gummy bears.

You giggle and kiss his cheek, sharing gummy bears with him and enjoy that you can finally love Peter how you’ve always wanted to.

#peter parker x reader #peter parker fluff #peter parker #peter parker blurb #peter parker imagine #1k words #blurb #peter parker x you #fem!reader #selfcarecap

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spookysmujer · 3 years

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Drip, O. Diaz

Summary: A weekend getaway to Sin City with Spooky.

warnings: f l i t h, smut (+18) 🥵

word count: 1.6K

a/n: I have done my far share of Spooky smut, however, this is bringing all my wild fantasies to light. Let us all ask thy Lord for forgiveness with this one. As always, thank you for all the love! Please consider: following the blog, hearting/commenting/reblogging on my content, plus don’t forget to turn on notifs for when something new is posted! Ligera is meant to mean lightweight.

requested by: @okatu-trash

(gif belongs to @thesewickedhands ✨ )

All you could think of is the feeling of his hands on your body. His breath fanning across your skin and eyes burning into yours. There are no words to describe the buzz running through your veins knowing that you are about to get your shit rocked by Oscar “Spooky” Diaz. In a hotel room, in Sin City.

The night was spent well, the both of you spending it downtown on Fremont street. The bustling crowd and the endless vendors of alcohol had you feeling good all night. As Oscar stopped to get you one of those 48 oz slushie drinks and himself a corona, you noticed the lingers stares some girls would give him. It sparked a little jealousy, but you were quick to remind yourself that he is here with you, miles upon miles away from Freeridge.

He takes a sip from your drink and grins as he hands it to you, “That’s gonna knock you off your ass halfway through, ligera.” You stick your tongue out as you get a taste and roll your eyes back in satisfaction. Oscar takes your hand and you two walk through the crowd.

You can’t help but look at him from time to time. The more you drink, the more your body aches for him. Ligera, as he said before. Once intoxicated, you can get horny real bad. As you two stop for a brief moment, you squeeze your legs together, “Que? Tienes que ir al baño?”

Oscar asks, noticing how one foot crossed over the other. You shake your head and swirl your tongue around the straw before sucking on it. He creases his eyebrows and slightly licks his bottom lip. He stops looking at the graphic tee and steps in front of you. You look up at him, the height difference sticking out like a sore thumb, you crank your head to the side and sip from your drink. His jaw clenched as he watches you lick your lips and step closer to him, your chest against his now.

“I wanna fuck. Take me back to the room.”

The blood is pumping as the two of you head back to rent-a-car, once he leaves the parking lot, you are leant over the middle console, kissing his neck and feeling him through his pants. He is groaning lowly, trying to avoid his eyes rolling back as the sensation of your lips put him in a trance.

By the time you’re in the hotel lobby, Oscar’s neck sports darkening bruises from you and a visibly noticeable tent in his pants, to which you had to stand in front of him til you got to your room. And once you are, you’re laid back on the bed, feeling your legs and opening them to see Oscar is stalking towards you.

He leans down and puts his hands on the side of your head, dipping his face into the crook of your neck, kissing and suckling on the skin. Your hands find the back of his neck and head, eventually moving down his back and finding the hem of his shirt, tugging it to give him the signal you want it of. He sits up for a moment to pull it off and falls back on you, you giggle and wrap your legs on his hips to lock him in.

“You gonna fuck me good?” A hum in response.

Oscar pulls your tube top down, your breasts now exposed and the cool air conditioning has your nipples hardening instantly. He bites his bottom lip as he lays halfway on you and brings his hands to cup your breasts together. His mouth hovers over and he peers up at you as he takes a nipple between his teeth, tugging at it before covering it with his mouth, swirling his tongue on the hardened bud.

A small moan escapes you as he continues his assault on your breast. The low friction has you moving your hips against his body, the desire growing the more he spends time sucking and biting. You tip your head back as your hips buck up, giving him the signal that you want it already.

He sits up to unbuckle his pants which gives you the time to shimmy out of your clothes. You don’t have the patience for foreplay right now, the alcohol had stimulated you enjoy throughout the night already, you’ve got your fingers playing with your heat as you watch him strip completely bare. He strokes himself with one hand as his other motions for you to turn around to give him a view of that culo.

You bite your bottom lip and get on all fours, flipping your hair over your shoulder as you look back, you tease by leaning back then forward, away from him. Your ass jiggles as you move your hips, waiting for him to make a move. He steps closer and grabs your hips to pull you back, resting his hardening member on your bare cheeks, you moan as you move to give it some friction. He lets you do this for a moment longer before guiding his shaft through your slick folds, an audible gasp escapes you when you feel his cock rub against your clit.

He can feel your body jolt. You mewl as he continues to do so for a moment or two longer, you’re about to complain when his tip begins to tease your entrance, you push back until he is fully seethed snug inside of you. The feeling takes over your entire body, you can feel every nerve lit on fire. It’s when he pulls nearly all the way out but then suddenly back in that you groan and let your face fall into the sheets. Oscar begins a pace, with his fingers digging into your hips.

The santo knows exactly what he’s doing as he watches the way your booty ripples like waves as your bodies meet in the middle. The faint sound of your skin slapping together is drowned out by the sound of your moan now, “Fuuuuck, harder.”

As your wish is his command. He reaches to grab your wrists to hold behind you back, holding them so you can’t go anywhere as his pace begins to pick up. The harsh slapping noise is like music to your ears. You turn your face to look towards the closet as its doors are mirrors. You watch as Oscar’s face contorts the more he watches himself go in and out of you. You close your eyes for a moment when he lets go of you and pulls out.

Oscar wanted to enjoy this moment to its full capacity. He steps over to his duffel bag and pulls out the bottle of coconut oil that he packed in hopes Sin City would get nasty and Freeridge knows Oscar Diaz can turn hopes and dreams into reality real quick.

He steps back behind you, still in the same position, pops the cap open and squeezes it gently onto your bosom. “Hmm.” You hum as he sets the bottle down and rubs the oil into your skin, your ass glistening under the light as resume his previous assault on your mound seconds earlier.

The oil is spread completely on your skin, Oscar even massages some of it to your lower back. His fingers slip around as he grips your hips again, entering himself into your slick sex. He groans out loud, letting his eyes close while his tips back. You’re putting in more work by throwing it back for him.

As if this moment can’t get any better Oscar thumb starts toying with another hole of yours. You moan as the pleasure of it takes you by surprise. Your experience with anal hasn’t exactly been much but Oscar knows that you aren’t foreign to it. He can feel your body stiffen when he pushes his thumb slightly in. When he feels that you’ve relaxed he begins to thrust into you again.

And before you know it, you are releasing. Moaning and shuddering, your walls squeezing him like vice. “Oh fuck.” You cry out as continues to fuck you through your orgasm. He feels his own coil snap and he pulls out and strokes himself before his seed spurts onto your shining butt.

He grabs his cock and slaps it on your ass a few times before taking it and pushing himself into your warm cunt. You gasp as the sensitivity, the both of you do. He thrusts a few times, not being able to ignore the sensitivity though he wanted another go at you.

“You get what you want?” Oscar asks as he lays a smack on your ass before stepping away. You smirk and grab the towel he flew besides you. “More than so. Didn’t know you had that coconut oil in there though.”

Oscar laughs and hoists the duffel bag on the bed. He opens the zipper and you step forward while wiping your behind off. Your eyes widen as you see he has an array of sex toys, including a few glass anal plugs, hand cuffs and belts along with multiple bottles of lubes.

When you look up at him to say something, nothing but a squeak comes out. He grins and steps forward to give you an open mouth kiss. He steps back towards the door and grabs the ice bucket on the bedside table, he looks at it before looking at you, “We ain’t done, gotta get one more thing before we continue.”

What happens in Vegas, well… the entire 19th floor knows.

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dinamitae · 2 years

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dinamitae's 1 yr. blog anniversary + follow forever!

ngl besties, i've been on tumblr for an absurdly long time— like, my main blog was originally dedicated to one direction and 5 seconds of summer type of long— but this past year on armyblr has undoubtedly been the best one. to put it plainly, 2021 was pretty shitty for me. i struggled a lot with my mental health, academics, some family issues, and navigating early adulthood in a mfing pandemic. i stumbled upon bts during a time when i really needed them...and a tiny part of me feels like that was no coincidence. i can't say that they brought me out of what i was going through, but they brought me so much comfort. hope. and, most notably, they brought me to you all!

i want to thank every content creator and follower and mutual that i've encountered on here for making this such a special experience. this community has been so good to me— although my activity has been rather sporadic lately, i hold you all so close to my heart. i don't think i'll ever be able to adequately express how grateful i am for the joy and comfort both bts and armyblr have brought me this past year...so this post will have to do for now.

under the cut is some mush for a few ppl that i’ve grown particularly fond of, and a partial list of people who have made my dashboard a creative, insightful, and hilarious corner of the internet to be on (the rest will be in a reblog!! fuck u tumblr tag limit :/). i love and adore you all so much and this is my attempt to make sure you never forget it!!!! <3

💌 love letters 💌

to blueandtaes 💌 t, i don’t think words can describe how grateful i am to have crossed paths with you, and for your welcoming me into the fandom with open arms. you never fail to make me smile— whether it be your amazing content, communicating via tags, or some out of pocket dm’s LMAO. i love and appreciate you so so much, my love 😌

to angelhobi 💌 from bonding over impulsive financial decisions muster sowoozoo i'm looking at you to what i can only describe as affectionate bullying,, our interactions on here have truly meant so much to me. i love you, your humor, and your heart so much ms. raabia <3

to chickenooodlehope 💌 fish fear us and women want us, bestie!!! thank you for always making my day with our silly little fish posts and your warm, radiant personality. my dashboard and my dm’s would not be nearly as exciting if it weren’t for you, dearest allison 💞 i love you!!

to the joon thirst club a.k.a. gimbapchefs, sugaftrm, bibillyhillsbaby, bisexualrapline, + those mentioned above 💌 hi lovelies!! it has been an absolute pleasure getting to know you all through various tag and ask games over the course of this past year— here’s to another year of joon thirst posts and other tumblr shenanigans ✨

to kookskingdom 💌 hello, my dear sophie! i know it’s been awhile but i just wanted to say that i love you and i’m thinking of you often. there will never come a day where i listen to 20cm or ghosting and not fondly remember our many conversations last summer. i’m hoping to have some free time to finally send you your pen pal letter in the near-ish future (but until then i hope this will suffice) <3

to textsfrombangtan 💌 lizzy, no one has me doubling over in laughter at their tags the way you consistently do. i consider it both an honor and a privilege that someone as cool and funny (and with such impeccable music taste) as you is mutuals with little ole me, but i am flattered nonetheless. i’m looking forward to getting to know you more in the future, since…y’know…we’re getting married and all… 😳💍

i planned on writing a few more of these little love letters, but this was all my time and mental energy would allow :,) but please know if you are reading this post i sincerely have enjoyed getting to know you all on here and i look forward to hopefully being more consistently active soon!! 🥺💖

💌 follow forever pt. 1 💌

bolded = wonderfully talented content creators italics = lovely lovely mutuals

[ a - h ] @agustj @ahundredtimesover @angelhobi @angelhoseok @bibillyhillsbaby @bisexualrapline @blueandtaes @bluengrey @bratkook @btsaudge @chateautae @chickenooodlehope @coepiteamare @cutechim @eternal-bangtan @gimbapchefs @hobi-gif @hobidreams @hobipaint @holdinbacksecrets @honeymoonjin

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#yes graphic design is in fact my passion #also the day of my anniversary was technically on sunday but i have been super busy ever since this past weekend #since i moved back to campus and classes started for me yesterday :')#but ANYWAYS!#i know that there are a good handful of people whom are tagged and are on hiatuses in varying degrees #or i guess even if u are not on a hiatus - pls do not feel pressured to reply/reblog at all!#i hope everyone is doing well <333 #1yr ff

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binniesthighs · 3 years

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coax the cold | reader x chan

Pairing: self insert, female reader x bang chan

Genre: smut, lil bit of fluff

Tags: softsub!chan, softdom!reader, virgin!chan, shyyyy!chan, lowkey awkward chan hehe, tinder hookup au, college au (very US college haha--or at least how I know it), guided sex, cowgirl, reader has nipple piercings sooo nipple play (my new kink) , hair pulling, use of petnames, praising, protected sex, fingering (f), someone’s impatient ;)

Word count: 4.2k

Recommended listening: bite by troye sivan

*photocreds to OP!

[02:05]

you are messaging: chan

me: i’m here by the bike locks? is this the right place? i don’t see a door anywhere?

Buzzing above your head, a streetlight flickered from the erratic flying of moths to the addictive yellow glow. You were never really a squeamish person, but when it came to moths, there was only so much that you could take in the uncomfortable silence of the parking lot.

A group of girls with their cropped shorts and bralettes came barreling out from a pair of doors farther down the building with music screeching from the phone speakers shoved in their tiny pockets.

“You’ve got the addy right? You didn’t hear anything about it getting shut down? Becs was telling me that they were doing ratios so it looks like we can’t bring the guys--”

You tapped on your phone screen to see if you had received a reply or if the little flame icon would flash while you watched the minutes tick by.

You had a little shame about the position that you were in, and you started to care less and less after seeing this guy’s pictures. He was somewhat illusive from what you could tell. The way that he texted in all lowercase made him seem approachable but he still wasn’t one ask for pictures of your tits or send the odd drunk text asking for you to come over.

You had send the message at this hour. It was likely that you were impatient from “playing the game” but he seemed intriguing enough.

The Friday night was filled with energy from the other side of the street across from the apartment complex. His place was situated right on the edge of campus next to a couple run down houses with windows lit by multicolored string lights and creaking doors which let out vibrating trap songs every time someone opened them. You had left a house similar to that before coming here right when it was getting boring and the boys were getting a bit handsier than you would’ve liked. You were done making out with randoms in hallways who tasted like watery beer and bad decisions.

“Um, hey! Are you y/n?” The stranger’s voice called from a fire escape door.

He was dressed simply, sort of like someone who didn’t care, or someone who hadn’t left their room since the morning. In this lighting, his hair seemed to be some kind of dark burgundy brown which was a bit different from his caramel blonde hair from the photos. You would’ve felt lied to on another occasion, but the simple trait wasn’t a game changer.

“Uh-yeah, that's me.” You smiled bluntly, not really sure even what to say in a situation like this.

Up close you saw what the pictures really didn’t give him justice: a faint press of dimples and stretching veins on his hands. You assumed that he was a bit smaller under the giant black hoodie that he wore, but he had that same kind of coziness that was just a little too dangerous for a hookup.

“I live on the third floor.” He informed you while leading up the hollow sounding cement staircase.

“Mm. Okay.”

The stranger turned his head briefly to smile back at you, “I-Its nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too.” You nodded, even though he didn’t see.

This young man’s room was nearly exactly as you had pictured it to be element by element. Like every other boy his age, he had a gaming set up with color changing LEDs on the side of his machine and a smaller TV that was hooked up to some console you didn’t care to know the name of. The floors were nearly clean and the bed made--almost like he had planned for it to be that way; you could see the dirty clothes peeping from under his bed.

The banged up beige walls were decorated with posters of indie bands that you had heard of once or twice. He had somewhat of an organized open closet that held types of CDs and vinyl too--the room itself smelled a bit dusty like the protective covers of those albums that you associated with a record store.

“You can...we can sit down if you’d like.” He rather awkwardly gestured to his full sized bed. You prayed that once you pulled the covers back later there would be no white stains.

“Okay.”

“I could-um, turn on some music maybe? If you would like?”

“Sure!” You piped trying to sound as confident and in control as possible--it was clear he wasn’t.

He fidgeted with his phone and a bluetooth speaker which startled him when he turned it on. Just like the posters on his walls, he picked some soft sounding acoustic song with a crooning folk singer that sounded like he was singing with the exclusive use of his head voice.

The stranger sat next to you clasping his hands in front of him and eyes glued to the floor.

“Sorry...this is my first time doing this.”

“Doing...?”

He smoothed back his dark locks, “You know...meeting up with someone like this after meeting through an app. Um...what do you study?”

“Biochem with a graphic design minor. You?”

You weren’t sure if this was a hook up or an interview.

“Poli Sci Human Rights stuff and sound engineering on the side.”

“Huh...thats...cool.”

Both of you nodded your heads in the silence to which he cleared his throat loudly to feel the space.

“C-can I get you anything? You thirsty or something? I can steal some of my roommate’s Smirnoff Ice--”

“--No. I’m fine. Thank you though.”

He smiled sweetly to hid the fact that he was rubbing his sweating hands against his pants.

“But...how this usually starts off, you could lay down and maybe, I could get on top?”

“Oh!” He squeaked, “Sure! I can do that.”

The bed groaned out with the shuffling of bodies and your hookup sighed out with a shaky breath and squirming legs. “Like this?”

Rather than saying more, you crawled carefully over to him to the tune of his quickening chest and widened eyes. The shier he got, the harder it was for you to keep it in--he was ridiculously cute and your mind could only run wilder thinking about how he would react to everything you were about to show him. Your hands crept to the hem of his hoodie where you teased cold thumbs to his torso.

“I’m gonna take this off you, okay?”

Chan nodded eagerly with hair fluffing once you pulled it over his head.

“Take mine off?” You hushed into his ear to which he smacked dry lips to obey you.

He took his time pulling it off you; he savored the way that your bare body looked in front of him with glossy eyes that shone with the soft pastel glow from his computer in the opposite corner of his room. His chest heaved with his excitement which only held even more shallow breaths once your top hit the floor.

“I-I can touch you?”

“You can touch me anywhere you want to, baby.” You followed his head back to the pillow where you parted his quivering lips with your own. You could feel his shock get caught in his throat, then snake out hotly from his mouth to yours. He kissed you carefully, but growing in greed once you ran the tip of your tongue over his bottom lip. His curious hands wrapped around your back where he rubbed lightly at your sides, then traversed to your chest. You sunk deeper onto him to the tune of the music skipping to the next song which sounded nearly like a chilled out pairing of twangy guitars. As far as you could tell, it sounded something like Grateful Dead.

As your hips melded into his, Chan’s whole body jerked feeling the sudden contact of your pussy grind against him. As you had expected, he had hardened instantly, and his length bobbed and tented the thick fabric of his sweats. You kissed him deeper, exploring the corners of his mouth and the inside of his lower lip while tugged at the plush skin gently.

You should have guessed, but this boy didn’t have a clue how to take a bra off, so you did the job for him, sure to give him a display at the same time just for the dramatic effect of your surprise.

“H-holy shit.” Chan oggled your breasts from below. You were certain that he didn’t notice the way that he slicked his tongue slowly over his lip at the sight of you.

“You can touch them too.” You purred back into his ear, and he eagerly brought thrilled hands to your nipples.

“They’re really...um, pretty.” He said with fluttering eyes from your breasts to your eyes. What a gentleman he was being.

You toyed with your delightfully hardened bud in your hand while he played with the other. You pulled lightly at the sliver stud piercing there to show him that he could do the same and wetted your fingertips with your tongue to bring the wet to your skin. He kneaded at your breast firmly at first, cupping it in his hand, then moved his attention to your sensitive skin aroused just from the softest touches.

Your tiny moans was all the validation that he needed to squeeze harder and pull rougher. It was as if you could see his cute pent up fantasies unfolding right before you in his sparkling brown eyes.

“Mm, that feels so good.” You coaxed him further, going to grind you ass harder into his own lap and indulging in the way that even in your shorts, your folds could part around the thick imprint of his dick.

You collapsed over his face to align your nipples nearest his tongue which he gave no more thought. Chan kissed at them with trailing breathy moans of his own that melted into you and vibrated against the metal made one with your hardened buds. He sucked too with a flicking tongue that sent heat straight down to your clit. Each time his flattened tongue would return with the wet of his spit, you felt weaker and weaker for this boy becoming more tantalizing by the second.

“Want to--want to take off even more?” The phrase barely escaped your lips.

“Mmhm.” He agreed, then took to shimming off his pants quickly and watching you do the same, revealing your sky blue panties that always soaked in the way that you liked them to.

Your show continued on, and you took two of our fingers to rub over your clit while facing him. He too had wetted a spot into his boxers that adorably bunched around the upper parts of his thighs. With your free hand, you slithered to his erection and traced the outline, leaving him on a teasing squeeze.

“B-before we do anything else...I have to tell you something?” The young man hesitated, causing you to draw your hand back.

“What is it?”

“This is like my, first time, first time. You know?”

“You’ve never--”

“--I know. It’s...kinda embarassing...and the fact that it’s happening this way...”

“You don’t want it to happen this way?”

Chan stammered, but shook his head vehemently, “That's not it. I just don’t want you to be dissapointed...since I don’t really...know what I’m doing too well.”

He cracked with a hopeful smile, and you couldn’t stand it any more.

“Babyboy, you’ve got nothing to worry about, I don’t mind.”

“You don’t?”

“No,” You scooched next to him to twist a couple of his deeply cherry red strands into your fingers, “In fact, the fact that you haven’t done this before...really turns me on. Got it?”

Chan gulped, “S-so...what-what can I do for you? I’ll do anything?”

You pressed a light kiss into his forehead with a hand trailing up his thigh and back to his dick which still throbbed with his excitement.

“How about, you show me how you jerk off this cock of yours, angel? And I can show you how I do the same? For starters?”

He licked his lips once more, hooking his hands under his waistband and freeing his cock pink, and even thicker than you had imagined. You slid yourself unto his arm to cuddle up close to him, one of your legs swung over his so he could see exactly how you played with your clit.

He wrapped his hand around his dick with a tug which elicited a tiny “ah!” from his mouth.

“That’s it...jerk your cute cock for me...just like that.”

His eyes devoured the circles made by your hand between your legs--you strung together your slick between your fingers to him to see. The clear stringy cum shone on your fingers, making the other boy whimper out seeing how it coated them.

“I want to touch you too...down there, so bad.” He pleaded after pumping faster at himself.

“Oh? Pretty boy would like to feel what it’s like to touch my dripping cunt, hm? You know that watching you makes me like this...?”

Chan gasped out at the thought, letting out an “mmhm.” that cracked in his throat.

“C-can I?”

The heat of your naked bodies intermingled and turned the air of his small room dense, and each of your senses became hyper aware in your own arousal: every hair that stood on end, every flinch of his muscles beside you, you could feel it all.

“Of course you can.”

Chan shifted, leaving his dripping cock to pulse on your thigh where he flipped on his side to dip his hand between your folds and against your swollen clit.

“Rub in circles baby, or whatever feels right to you...you’ll know if it feels good for me.”

He nodded with hands trickling down to your pussy heated between your legs.

There’s something different about him, it could be the fact that you know next to nothing about him, or how he makes you bothered.

Slowly, his fingers dip between your folds slicked from your teasing--and the way that there mere sight of him teases you. Your back arches from the press of his fingers, and your bud throbs under each and every swipe of his fingers.

“Feels good?” He whispers into your ear, tickling it.

“Mm-yes.” With your free hand, you tangle your fingers into his hair to pull right at the roots. You bite a kiss into his lip while drawing him closer to you. His lips are plush and quivering like they can’t decide what to do with all the simulation at once.

“Harder...you can press harder,” The words were airy on your tongue while your hips writhed.

“Like this?” He circled harder, wider with his digits mixing with your cum.

The room appeared to blur in your euphoria. Coupled with the gentle music playing there was a kind of peace to this boy and everything about his little space. The further he continued, the more you longed for him fully--to feel every inch of his length inside of you as you fucked him for the first time.

Your hand grabbed at his hair even tighter: a symbol that he took as a good sign. He laughed out a little at your response.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He coos. Against your thigh, his dick bobs with a flared tip, begging for more attention.

You moan out for him as you dig your heels into his bed, and watch the way that your nipples harden around the metal piercings just from his touch.

“Just you wait baby, we haven’t even gotten to the good part yet.” Your kisses pull at his lower lip as you fill his mouth with more moans. “You don’t even know how fucking tight it is, how it feels when I pull you inside of me and how the friction feels when you’ll fuck me.”

Chan shivers from your words with a gulp and lets his fingers fall down to your entrance where is curiosity gets the best of him. You wince feeling his fingers fill your pussy with the wonderful way that you desperately close around his digits.

“Shit.”

“Are you ready?” You ask him permission before trailing a hand down his torso.

“--Yes,” He nods quickly, “Please. God--I want to feel it. Show me.”

You twitch from the lack of contact to your pussy when you swing your leg to straddle him. Your hips meet his, and he struggles for a moment over where to put his hands. In one motion you grind your dripping folds over his bare dick, slicking him up and down with the light grind of your hips. A broken gasp escapes from his lips which you catch with your own mouth in a kiss. His closed eyes flutter from the feeling of having you so close...but not completely yet.

“Got a condom, angel?” You caress down his cheek and let your thumb linger over his bottom lip.

Chan gives you a grunt in response before contorting his body to the side table where he fumbles for the plastic wrapper. His curtains dance a little with a breeze caught in them, likely from the window being open. The air smells a bit like water, and it’s cool and crisp in your lungs. It cools the surging heat that your body succumbs to.

You move for him to roll the condom on, tracing the muscles of his chest. His skin is untouched, unmarked, and suddenly all you crave is to see him bruised and scraped in pink. You dig your nails into his chest seeing the way he jerks at himself just a bit more while looking up at you in awe.

“H-how do we do this?” He asks.

“Just...do as I say...’kay?”

Your date nods, letting you take complete control over his body. You start at his neck with kisses that turn heavier and heavier then darker and darker. He busies his hands by cupping into your breasts and tweaking with the hardened buds.

“Just lay still, I can put in the work pup, okay?” You reach for his erection further down his body, and he finds handles in your hips and ass.

“I can do that.” He sighs out with a little groan feeling your hand squeeze at him.

At first, you tease your entrance with his head, barely letting him feel anything besides your clit against his pink tip. His skin grows dewy in his anticipation, and he licks at his lips which dry from each breathy exhale he uses to steady himself. You take your cum to wet at his dick with your hand, and push harder at his sides with your thighs.

“Tell me if you ever want me to stop, got it?”

Chan hastily nods, digging deeper into your sides.

“Fuck, just--fuck me already...I can’t...it’s really...hurts to wait--”

“Getting demanding now are you?” You tap a light slap to his face. “You’re doing what I say, not the other way around.”

“S-sorry...” He whines.

You resume, sitting properly on his length: all the way down, all the way to your cervix which screams in ecstasy from feeling him fill you so deeply.

“Fuck.” He groans, but his curse is intertwined with a beautiful giddy smile. “Its really tight. Oh god--”

You lean over him to attach your lips with his once more--a tiny distraction from the way that you start to roll your hips over his length. Chan freely lets his moans tickle your lips, each of them more gruff than the last as he looses himself in you and your rhythm. He’s dizzied: lightheaded--even you can tell. The new sensation takes him over, and he’s left a mess for you: hips trembling while you work your pussy up and down his length and his fingers claw into your shoulder blades.

Chan’s Adam’s apple bounces as he gulps dry, forming praises the best that he can. “Feels...amazing...”

You sit back, allowing his full length to tease your g-spot as you fuck him rougher, indulging yourself to all the pleasure that he can give you when you let him in as deeply as possible. He notices the change, and supports your body up with hands running up and down your chest, and down your arms where he pulls at the skin with his short nails.

“You like this?” You gasp between each roll of your hips. “How my cunt feels on your cock? How I can use you like this? Use your words Channie.”

“Yes. Fuck yes. Yo-You look...mm--”

You giggle a little at the light pink blush to his cheeks and the way that he stumbles over his words.

“Think you can last a little longer, baby?” Your fingers creep to his throat where you tease at squeezing his neck.

He pauses, loosing himself in it again before giving you a rushed answer: “I think? It’s just...really intense I think that I’m c-close already.”

You permit him only a couple more seconds of you, then glide off him carefully to which he whines out in confusion.

“Your turn to fuck me now. Come on, behind me.”

Chan looks bewildered and breathless, but he does as he’s told and tosses aside stray pieces of clothing on the bed to get to you. You hoist up your hips for him after burying your face into the mattress. To guide him further, you fuck your fingers for him too at this angle, only stopping once you feel the pressure of his cock once more. He slides himself in agonizingly slow until he bottom’s out with a choked moan.

“Fuck me baby boy. You know what do to.”

Your date’s hand finds your hips once more which he firmly grasps, then begins screwing into your pussy already blazing with heat and your orgasm building from before. He finds his pace after a while and fills the room with the fleshy sound of skin on skin. Your own fingers find their own way back to your clit where you rub in tandem with his thrusts.

“Oh,” He gasps quietly.

Your nails bury into the comforter of the bed, and your teeth clench harder as he milks himself into you and grows in pace.

“Fuck yes baby, fuck me just like that. You’re doing so good; fucking my pussy just like you should...”

Your orgasm quickens hearing the praises come from the bottom of your heart and the way that he grunts out hearing them. For someone who’s never done this before, it’s unbelievable how good he is at it all.

He shudders, and you feel yourself tighten around him further, sensing both of your release coming near. Your hookup doubles over your back, burning you with the heat from his body as he fucks into you with reckless thrusts.

“Shit, I’m so, so close.” He admits though clenched teeth.

“Me too baby, finish me off, cum inside until you’re throbbing and you can’t take any-anymore.”

A switches flips within this once innocent man, and you feel the bed creak as he kneels on one leg, then lifts one to stamp upon the bed to better his angle. The new position directly sends your g-spot into flames, and you shake from limb to limb feeling your orgasm right on the brink.

He growls upon his release, finishing it off with shallow breaths once he nearly collapses over your back to feel each drop of his cum release inside of your pussy. You rub your orgasm out until you see lightning behind your eyelids and it’s heightened by the way that he twitches with his cum against your deepest spot.

“A-are you okay?” Your adorable date immediately asks once you gasp and writhe under him.

“I’m fine, I’m fine...fuck,” You laugh out, “That felt unreal Channie.”

He shakes once his softening dick leaves your hole, and you get a good look at this stranger: chest flushed and hair messed over his forehead. He falls down to his side on the bed still breathless and letting out happy little laughs.

“I’m sorry if that was like, really fast. It just all felt...so good, and, I couldn’t really control it--”

“Mm, don’t you worry.” You sweep down to kiss his gasping mouth. Silently, you thank whoever it was in the universe that let you meet this boy on this night, and whoever willed you to leave that party.

“What do we do now?” Chan asks, still bare for you to take in wholly. You wanted to tell him, but couldn’t find the words. He was kind of beautiful.

“Whatever we want. I could go, or I could stay. Really anything goes.”

His chest is peppered with your purple love bites, and you wish then to give him even more if you have the chance--whenever that might be.

Chan tilts his head, “Stay?”

“Well, we still need to get to know eachother don’t we?”

The handsome stranger grins, and lets his hand trace the side of your face. The cool of the room feels addictive against you, and it weaves around your neck and against the little hairs of your arms.

“You’re right.” He nods, “There's only so much you can tell about a person from these kind of dating apps.”

“That’s true.” Your hand discovers his collarbones, which you trace lightly. “It’s nothing like the real thing.”

~🌹~

Bunch of (Ro)ses!

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ashintheairlikesnow · 3 years

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🛁 for Jameson, 🎬 for Jake, ☀️ for Chris and 🤝 for Antoni

🛁 - A nice, relaxing bath

The water is so hot he can feel his skin slowly scalding as he soaks, sweat breaking out on his forehead and trickling down the back of his neck. Jameson breathes out, sinking down until the water nearly touches his chin.

His knees throb, pulsing pain along with his heartbeat, bent no matter what he does. He has to shift to turn them to the side to keep them beneath the water. When he does that, his back aches right up his spine.

He stole the earpod headphones from the big guy's little brother and took his ipod, too. He has to listen to Chris's shitty music, but... it's not so bad, maybe.

The voices layer tastes on his tongue and Jameson closes his eyes, focusing on the flavors of sound to distract himself from the pain.

Weirdly, though, the crap musical soundtracks break, for a second, and a song plays that catches Jameson's breath in his throat. It starts with a guitar, and then another, notes played with a slow rhythm, only then breaking for drums and a voice:

On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair... warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air...

He can't breathe.

His hands curl into fists beneath the water, but his eyes fly wide open, staring up at the light until it burns his vision to black.

The music keeps playing.

And still those voices are calling from far away, wake you up in the middle of the night just to hear them say...

Nanda used to sing him to sleep, sometimes, when the pain was so bad he couldn't fall asleep on his own.

The memory of Nanda's low voice brings to Jameson's tongue the familiar flavors of vanilla custard and blood.

Tears run out of the corners of his ears, nearly as hot as the water he soaks in.

🎬 - An uninterrupted movie night

Antoni hums as the credits begin to roll. Kauri is somewhere else - he doesn't like movies much, even now, so long after they stopped being part of Owen's control - so tonight it's just he and Jake on the couch. "I think it was a good film," Antoni says.

He waits, but there's no answer.

He turns to look and sees Jake asleep next to him, leaning his head on his hand, dozed off at some point.

Antoni stifles a laugh and shakes his head. "You are getting old, Jake Stanton."

He picks up the blanket over his own lap and arranges it on Jake.

☀️ - A nice day outside

The sun shines warm where Chris lays in the grass. When he turns his head, he can see a ladybug crawling along a single blade of grass, a bright red spot against the green.

"Do you intend to come back inside at all today?" Laken asks, bending over him, briefly blocking the light. Their hair falls black and shining on one side, hands pressed over their knees to steady themself.

He smiles, closing his eyes. "No. It, it, it's nice here today."

"This is California," Laken points out, tucking their hair behind their ear. The sun warms their skin, builds heat under the black of their loosely billowing tank top, a hint of their binder showing beneath. "It's usually pretty nice here."

"Just a, a, a little longer," Chris breathes. "A little longer in the the the sun."

"Hm. Fair enough. Well." Something lands with a thump on his stomach and Chris jumps a little, his hands jerking to find a plastic bottle. When he looks at Laken, they grin. "At least put sunscreen on, white boy. You'll burn in twenty minutes or less and turn into one big freckle. I've seen it happen."

"You, you like my freckles."

"I like them when they are individual freckles, yes. Put your sunscreen on."

🤝 - Some help performing a basic task

Jake bumps Antoni out of the way and buries his hands into the soapy water. "Nope. You cooked breakfast, I'm cleaning."

"You two are not letting me do anything!" Antoni protests, half-heartedly, leaning his back against the counter and crossing his arms. It's just the three of them here today, and so Antoni wears a t-shirt, the scars on his arms bared to the air. They itch, when he thinks about it. Mostly he doesn't.

"Damn straight. It's your birthday. You don't have to do shit on your birthday."

"It is not my birthday," Antoni points out.

Jake turns to look at him, gaze softening. "It's the anniversary of the day you came to Nat's house."

Antoni licks at his lips, and then looks away, nodding, smiling towards the ground. "This is my birthday, for you?"

"If you're okay with that-"

"I am." Antoni inhales, slowly. "Happy birthday to me. Birthday dinner tonight?"

"Sure. Where d'you want to go?"

"You and Kauri and I. I want to eat at Kalinka."

"Sounds good. It's a date." Jake kisses him swiftly on the cheek, and Antoni doesn't stop him.

#antoni sings lullabies #scars tw #chris the strawberry blond romantic #laken mamani: frankly i want to date them #jameson bb #grief tw #chronic pain tw #come get y'all qpr #box boy universe #bbu #box boy #comf micros

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things-we-cant-say · 3 years

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pretty little liar

Pairing: Ten x Female!Reader

Summary: In order to get your annoying ex off your back, you tell a little white lie that takes an unexpected turn.

Genre: College!AU

Warnings: Smutty smut, dirty dancing

Word Count: 4,867

A/N: Unable to withstand Ten’s power any longer, I had to start writing about him…or a version of him anyway. Hope someone out there enjoys my first dip into the ~imagines~ pond. ☺️

The party was in full swing by the time you and your best friend Amy arrived, the music so loud it could be heard down the street. It was a wonder the cops hadn’t broken it up yet but hey, the night was still young. Ducking through the arched doorway with Amy hot on your heels, you let her guide you into the foyer where you both stopped to take in the scene. The place was packed with people dancing, drinking and laughing—everyone apparently having a great time. Which was perfect for you because all you wanted to do was blow off a little steam and pretend you hadn’t spent the day fantasizing about committing the perfect murder.

You enjoyed school for the most part and you enjoyed your classes, but really you couldn’t wait for it all to just be over. Two extra years and your master’s degree in linguistics was almost within your grasp. You still weren’t one hundred percent what you planned to do with it (teaching was definitely out) but either way you were ready to dive into the real world. To no longer be stressed out about exams and papers and boring ass professors that constantly seemed to have a stain on their tie.

And to get far, far away from your stupid ex, Adam.

“Uh oh you have murder face,” Amy said as she peeped around to look at you. “What’s wrong?”

You shrugged. “Just in my head I guess.”

Amy hummed. “I get it. That’s why we are here though! To get fucked up and do something we regret in the morning.”

You laughed. “Guess we’re Uber-ing home.”

She grinned and grabbed your wrist, pulling you over to a table loaded with different types of alcohol. The guy ‘tending bar’ as it were winked as you two approached. “What can I get you for?”

“Something with alcohol but where we can’t taste the alcohol!” Amy exclaimed happily. “Oh! And if you’ve got any little umbrellas I’d like one of those too.”

He did finger guns and proceeded to cook something up in two red cups, sticking in two pink umbrellas when he was done. You and Amy took your drinks and after a cursory sniff, took a sip. The tequila wasn’t as strong as with a single shot but you could still detect it just not enough to make you stop drinking. Unlike Amy you didn’t plan to get completely fucked up but you weren’t going to say no to a nice buzz.

Cups in hand you migrated onto the dance floor and fell in with everyone else, bopping to the beat and scream chatting over the loud music.

“I really needed this!” Amy yelled. “Statistics is kicking my cute little ass!”

“I know what you mean!” You shouted. “But hey! Soon we’ll be done and actual jobs will be kicking our cute little asses!”

Laughing, Amy bounced up and down, sending her blonde hair flying. “Is that why you’ve been so grumpy lately? Or is it…he who shall not be named?”

With a sigh you took a big sip of your strawberry margarita. “Yeah. He keeps fucking calling me and leaving me these stupid ass messages, apologizing and shit. I’ve blocked him but he just uses someone else’s phone.”

Amy’s eyes stretched wide. “That’s like stalker behavior! Or maybe he really is sorry for what he did.”

You snorted. “Sorry for having sex with his ex in the backseat of my car? As far as I am concerned he can take his ‘sorrys’ and shove them so far up his ass they come out his mouth as safaris!”

Amy choked a little on her drink, hitting you hard on the arm in admonishment after she stopped coughing. “I hate you! I could have died!”

Her words made you smirk. “But did you? No but for real, fuck Adam. Fuck Adam and anyone who even looks like Adam!”

“Woo!” Amy threw both hands up into the air, yelping as liquid sloshed down onto her head. “Oh shit! Drink emergency I’ll be right back!”

Before you could say anything, she turned and hurried back towards the drink table. Alone in the middle of a dancing crowd, you didn’t know whether you should slink over to a corner or just keep dancing. That last thing you wanted was some random dude trying to groove with you. Of course if you decided to hold up the wall nothing would stop some random dude from trying to hit on you either. At a bit of a loss you drained the rest of your drink and did a I don’t really know anyone two step, hoping Amy would return soon.

The tequila settled nice and warm in your stomach, making you feel more at ease. Most of the people at the party were from your school but not ones you associated with on like, a daily basis. Sure you recognized a few faces from the library or cafeteria but there was no one you’d had more than a surface conversation with.

And then your eyes landed on him. Ten.

Ten was a…different sort of person altogether. He was the kinda guy CW shows thought actually existed in college, except he was very real. And very much fucking gorgeous in that unattainable way CW shows also loved. However, that sort of did him a disservice because as far as you knew, he was just a decent guy who happened to be able to do some pretty awesome things.

For example, he was an amazing dancer. The kinda dancer that just freaking mesmerized you when he moved. Had you wondering how in the hell had he taught his body to do that shit? One minute he was in total sync with everyone else and the next he was performing his solo and blowing your mind. He’d done some show a few months ago with a friend and you’d nearly flipped out of your chair watching him work. The body rolls, the attitude, the way he’d just commanded the stage…whew. Was it possible to be a fan of someone who wasn’t famous?

Then there was his art; things he designed himself or drew from memory. Art class was essentially where you’d sorta came to be acquaintances with him. You weren’t exactly good at drawing but you liked it enough that you wanted to improve, plus it helped you de-stress after particularly hard days. Ten on the other hand excelled and just like with dancing, it was interesting to watch his process. He’d described himself as a sensory artist so he wasn’t always as concerned with the end product as the professor sometimes wanted him to be. From your eye though he’d yet to create anything that wasn’t remarkable. In fact, more than once you’d wanted to ask him to design a tattoo for you, but felt it would be kinda weird. He had no idea what you were into after all. So far your conversations with him had consisted of colors and that one time he’d asked to borrow one of your brushes.

You were pretty sure he’d sold something to an art gallery.

Anyway so Ten could dance and he could draw and he could sing and he was fluent in several languages; as far as you knew the only thing he was kind of shit at was cooking. But who hadn’t set a class kitchen on fire once or twice? Or three times…

If he were an asshole—well people would probably still crush on him—you’d count that as a major flaw and want to keep your distance. But the kicker was that he could do cool things and he was nice. Dorky even especially when it came to cute animals. Was always posting pictures of himself at the animal shelter playing with the kittens and the puppies, or just acting like an idiot with friends. Yet it was that confidence that made him seem untouchable, and also made him sexy as fuck. More than once you’d fantasized about biting his Adam’s apple.

Heh.

Shaking your head, you fanned lightly at your face with both hands. Maybe stepping outside for some fresh air would be a good idea.

“Y/N!” Amy nearly tripped over her pretty sandals in her hurry to get back to you. “Weewoo weewoo weewoo!”

“Um…”

She grabbed your shoulder. “It’s a police siren! We have a code red situation here, I repeat a code red! Adam just walked in!”

“What?” You blinked and immediately looked towards the doorway, brows narrowing when you saw she was right.

Standing there in a white t-shirt in his formerly handsome glory was your ex-boyfriend, Adam. Once upon a time you’d thought the world of him; thought he was the kinda guy you could probably marry someday. The kinda guy you’d introduced your family to. Turns out he was the kind of guy that hooked up with his ex in your car repeatedly until finally being caught in the act. Sure it had been gratifying to make him and her walk home half naked but it had done nothing to quell the pain left behind. Thankfully though your pain quickly turned to anger and now you usually focused on not murdering him when he popped up. There was a lot you could forgive but cheating was firmly in the do not cross zone. Everything you’d felt for him evaporated the moment you saw him with her.

And he’d promised he was over her. Lying piece of shit, you thought to yourself.

“What the hell is he doing here?! Does he even know anyone here?” you asked with a frown.

“I dunno!” your friend said slowly. “It’s possible, big campus and all. Do you want me to help you climb out of the bathroom window?”

“Yeah my boobs aren’t fitting through one of those skinny ass windows,” you replied wryly. “Though to be honest I’m almost willing to risk it. C’mon let’s—”

It was too late. Adam spotted you like an arrow searching for its target, eyes registering shock and then elation. He reached you in three quick strides, opening his arms for a hug that he was damned crazy to expect. “Y/N. Wow you—you look amazing. I’m so glad we ran into each other.”

You huffed. “I’m not. I told you we’re over Adam. Or does me blocking your calls not get the message across?”

He exhaled deeply. “Look I know I messed up but I’m sorry. Classes were just really tough and—and Lucy and I would reminisce about old times…”

“Do I look like I give a shit? You cheated on me and we’re over.” The lie came so easily. “Besides, I’ve moved on.”

“Yeah!” Amy poked him in the chest. “She’s moved on so suck it!”

Adam arched a brow. “You’ve moved on?” He sounded skeptical and that made your blood boil. “Since when? And with who?”

You’d once heard that Hippocrates came up with the saying drastic times call for drastic measures though it wasn’t something you’d be willing to bet money on. However, standing there with your ex eying you like he just knew you were lying brought a whole new meaning to the idiom. You would one hundred percent be damned before giving him the satisfaction of gloating.

Tequila’s kicking in…

Without missing a beat, you put a hand on your hip and motioned to Ten. “Him. I’m seeing him.”

Amy made a sound like a cat having its tail stepped on while Adam gaped at you. “What? I—no. No way. You’re totally lying. I’ve seen the people he’s dated and you’re not his type at all.”

This bitch.

Twirling on your black heels, you strolled across the room to where Ten sat in an arm chair, chatting with a few of his friends. Before you could talk yourself out of it, you straddled his lap and leaned forward to whisper in his ear. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I know this is awkward as fuck—I’m so sorry—but if you just play along I will owe you big time. I’ll give you anything. You need a kidney? You can have a kidney.”

Ten’s friends had gone mute and as you sat back to gauge his reaction—or to possibly be thrown off of him—you bit your full bottom lip. His dark eyes were watching you calculatingly, his own lips pursed together like you were a riddle he needed to solve. Up close he was utterly breathtaking, all smooth skin and silky black hair that fell artfully across his forehead. He smelled incredible.

And then he spoke.

“There you are baby,” he said wrapping an arm around your waist. “I’ve been looking for you.”

That was when you figured you owed him your first born but it was fine. “Well, you found me. Sorry to keep you waiting.”

He chuckled. “You’re worth waiting for.”

His friends still looked confused though they didn’t have time to voice their opinions. Adam stalked over seconds later like a man on a mission. “So it’s true? You and Y/N are together?”

Ten tilted his head to the side and you saw the moment the lightbulb went off for him. “Yeah we’re together.”

Adam huffed. “Since when? For how long? Where did you two meet?”

Ten smirked. “Are you taking a survey or something?” He brushed his lips across your jaw, making you shiver. “The only thing that matters is that she’s mine. Let’s dance, Y/N.”

“I would love to,” you replied with a smile. You were also grateful he’d remembered your name.

You climbed off of his lap and took his hand, sending Adam a you thought look before pulling Ten out into the thick of the crowd. Your heart was beating a mile a minute but you felt too giddy to pay much attention to it. Plus, you knew Adam was watching you like a hawk and you didn’t want to let on how nervous you actually were. If he found out you were lying he’d never leave you alone and consider you pathetic to boot. Besides the nice buzz that was finally creeping down your spine told you everything would be fine. How could it not be?

Ten’s hands settled low on your hips and he gave you a little tug, pulling your back to his chest. You fit rather perfectly with him, his chin brushing the top of your head. Picking a rhythm in the song that thumped with bass, you began to move together. You rolled your ass against him and leaned your head back to rest on his shoulder, focusing on his breath as it ghosted across your neck. A silver of light wouldn’t have been able to get between you.

Normally you wouldn’t have dared to do something like this with a near stranger but your desire to make your ex suffer was bigger than your nerves. Besides Ten appeared to be all in on the ruse; his body twisting and curving in sync with yours, fingers on his right hand sliding up between your breasts to wrap lightly on your throat. His teeth nipped at your earlobe and you gasped. Reached around to his side to clasp his shirt for an anchor. You heard him chuckle and suddenly you were spun away from him only to be reeled back in, this time face to face.

The room felt like it was two hundred degrees. You weren’t exactly wearing much—a slinky black dress with tiny ties at the hem—but even that seemed too much. Without missing a beat though you and Ten continued to grind with one another, his thigh just barely pushed between your own. Every time you swayed forward to meet him the denim of his jeans rubbed deliciously against you, sending sparks sprinting through your veins. Both of his hands were on your ass as if helping to guide you, and as you met his gaze you couldn’t help but bite your lip at what you saw there. Desire, lust, hunger—no one had ever looked at you like that before. Like they could just devour you and still not have enough of you.

It made you feel powerful.

You grinned and wrapped an arm around his neck, fingers giving his hair a little tug. He hissed and lowered his head so that he could mouth at your bare shoulder, hands squeezing your ass so hard it nearly hurt. You weren’t sure when you started to get wet—maybe it was the moment you sat on his lap or he decided to play along with your dumb stunt—but you could tell it now. Your panties were sticking to you, your skin was on fire and it was becoming difficult to think straight. Honestly however you didn’t want to think at all, especially not if it meant not being in Ten’s orbit.

“Ten,” you whispered into the skin under his jaw.

He hummed, the sound vibrating through your body. You plastered your hand to his chest and pulled it down, nails catching on the thin material of his shirt until they were brushing along the zipper on his jeans. You gave him a quick squeeze—he was hard and straining—and he cursed loudly. Between one second and the next he was dragging you down a dimly light hallway, past kissing couples and one guy passed out drunk in the doorway of someone’s room. He swung you both into the first vacant room he came to; a lavish bathroom at the very back of the house. The door was closed with a swift thump and the lock clicked shut.

You licked your lips as he crowded you back into the counter, looking down at you with a tiny smirk. That part of your brain that yammered on about bad decisions was surprisingly quiet, so you figured it was beyond okay to pull him down for a kiss. As with most of the stuff he did, Ten was a damn good kisser. His mouth was soft and warm, his tongue playful and coaxing. He kissed you like he’d been waiting to kiss you for a long time. Until it grew deep and sensual. Until you were both panting with the need for air but neither wanting to let go of the moment.

With a gasp you tilted backwards a bit, your knees suddenly weak. “Fuck me,” you said absently.

“Can I?” Ten asked, chest heaving. “Can I fuck you?”

“God yes,” you replied, already pulling your dress up until it hitched around your waist.

Ten hooked his thumbs onto the band of your pink panties and slid them down your legs, laying them next to the sink. He looked you over with that same eye he used for his art but you could tell he liked what he saw. You grabbed his hand and brought it between your legs, spreading them wider for him. Two of his fingers slipped inside of you without any resistance to find you damp and aching, already so hot for him. He started a lazy rhythm—in and out, in and out—like he was in no hurry at all. Like he wasn’t driving you crazy all the way down to the tips of your toes.

He kept his eyes locked onto yours as he touched you, lips slightly parted like he couldn’t believe this was happening. That rang true for both of you. Never in your wildest dreams did you think you’d ever really be friends with Ten, let alone about to hook up with him. It was like you’d stumbled into some alternate universe.

Bringing his free hand up to your cheek, he smoothed his thumb across your lips, pressing lightly until you let him in. You sucked his thumb into your mouth and gave it a little nip, smiling when he smirked. When he deemed it wet enough, he pressed it to your clit and you moaned, your hips stuttering upward with a will of their own. He began a firm massage, working your clit this way and that, fingers still thrusting in their maddening motion. Of course he’d be great with his hands. Of course he’d be able to play your body like a finely tuned instrument.

Pressure started to build low in your stomach. “I—I’m…”

“Turn around.” Ten took a step back and made a show of sucking his fingers into his mouth, tongue darting out to lick between them like he wanted to savor every drop.

You whimpered but did as he requested, your eyes finding his in the wide silver mirror. You watched as he unzipped his pants and pushed them along with his dark colored briefs down to the floor. You hadn’t seen him pull out a condom but he had one; ripping open the packaging with his perfectly straight teeth before rolling it onto his hard cock. It was a delicious looking thing you had to admit, long and thick with a slight curve. If you’d had the time you would have gladly went to your knees for him.

A low breath shuddered out of Ten’s lungs as he pushed inside of you, his hands gripping your waist so strongly you were bound to have a few bruises later. “Fuck, you’re tight.”

It had been a while since Adam and nobody after him until now.

When he assumed you’d adjusted to the size of him, he pulled nearly out before driving back inside of you. You moaned and pushed back to meet his thrusts, feeling the pleasure shattering through you. Your breasts bounced as he moved and he reached a hand forward, tugging down the top of your dress so that he could cup one. He rolled your nipple between his fingers and pinched, bending over you so that he could bite down onto the tender skin of your shoulder. The motion sent him even deeper and you both groaned at the feeling.

“Te—Ten,” you stammered, losing your train of thought when he rolled his hips liked he did on the dance floor. “Oh fuck! Fuck!”

The picture you made in the mirror was a very erotic one; you could see every single expression on Ten’s handsome face. The utter enjoyment he was obviously finding in fucking you was written all over it; there was nowhere for it to hide. His head was tipped back, eyes fluttering closed only to pop back open so that he could watch himself shove into you over and over again. He had you up on your tip toes, nose just an inch from the mirror itself. He was always sexy but tonight that word took on a whole new meaning.

All you could do was try to give as good as you got.

You slapped a hand onto the sink to steady yourself and clenched around him, reveling in the low whine that escaped his throat. It kinda sounded like your name.

And then he was pulling all the way out, dick bouncing as he stumbled backwards. You blinked in confusion. “Wh--what’s wrong?”

Ten ran his fingers through his hair. “C’mon. I want you to ride me.”

He sat down on the closed toilet seat lid and you straddled him without a second thought, sinking down onto his dick with a full body shudder. With your dress around your waist and your breasts jiggling in his face as you bounced up and down on his cock, he traced his tongue around your nipple before lightly biting down. You tangled your fingers in his hair and panted out his name, letting out a squeak when his palm connected with your ass for a hard slap. Planting his feet on the floor, he leaned you backwards a bit as he drove into you repeatedly, eyes watching how well your pussy took him.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured against your collarbone. “Gorgeous—you feel so good.” He bit you again, this time on the side of your neck. “So good.”

With one hand on his shoulder to brace yourself, you rose up and let yourself come down hard over and over again, feeling him pound so deep it was almost criminal. Had the music not been so loud you knew exactly what you would have heard; the sound of skin hitting skin as Ten fucked you like he owned you. Just for tonight, maybe he did.

You weren’t sure how long it went on but when you came it still managed to take you by surprise. Your body lit up like a Christmas tree from the inside out and you cried out Ten’s name, clenching around him, your nails digging into his shoulder blades. He muttered a drawn out fuuuuck and pinched your clit with this thumb and forefinger, making you jerk so hard you nearly tumbled off his lap.

“Ah! Ten!” You shouted as he kept it up. “I—no—oh god—”

Your pussy tightened around him again and he shivered, thrusts growing erratic as he came with a grunt. You trembled through a second orgasm almost in disbelief—usually the only thing that could get you off twice in a row was hidden under your bed in a shoe box.

Seconds later you flopped against him, attempting to catch your breath. He was still rolling his hips just a tiny bit, making all the too sensitive areas ping.

“Whoa,” he said breathlessly, wrapping both arms around your waist. “That was…”

You chuckled softly. “Yeah…” Chancing a look at him, you admired the way strands of his dark hair stuck to his sweaty forehead. He was glistening, shirt sticking to his chest. He smelled like hints of your perfume and you smelled like hints of his cologne. It was all so intimate.

Reluctantly you sat back and gazed at him, wondering if things were about to get awkward. But Ten just smiled and ducked his head a little, a barely there blush creeping up into his already flushed cheeks. It was so adorable you couldn’t have resisted kissing him if you tried. From the way he melted into you, he’d had the same idea.

After a few minutes of just enjoying the feel of his lips against yours, you forced yourself up off of him. Your legs shook; you had to grab the counter to keep from tripping in your heels. You could already tell you’d still feel him tomorrow and the thought made you kinda dizzy, but in a good way. Blinking at your reflection—your hair was a dark mess—you knew there was no way you’d be able to hide the love bites that adorned your skin. They stood out stark red and purple like a bruise.

Ten remained slouched on the toilet for a couple of moments before removing the condom and tossing it into the trash. He dabbed at his dick with a handful of toilet paper, and then pulled up his underwear and jeans. “So…can I ask you something?”

You fixed your dress. “Sure.”

“Who was that guy?” he inquired with a grin. “The one you obviously wanted to get away from.”

Oh shit you’d forgotten all about Adam! “Oh he—he’s my dumb ex. He jumped stupid at me and I—I wanted to show him that he’s an idiot. That I’m totally over him. I—I’m sorry for getting you involved.”

He laughed as he patted down his hair. “No complaints from my end. I think he got the message though.” Reaching behind you he handed you your panties. “Don’t wanna forget these.”

It was ridiculous to be embarrassed considering what you’d both just done, but you couldn’t help it. You took them from him and pulled them on, keeping your eyes on the ground. “Thanks… Look Ten—”

“I’m hungry,” he said interrupting you. “Have you ever had grilled dried pollack?”

“Um yeah once I think,” you replied uncertainly. “It was pretty tasty.”

Ten motioned behind him. “I know a place that makes it if you wanted to go. And…maybe afterwards we could just hang out. Talk.”

That sounded amazing. “I’d love to. But…”

He picked up on your meaning. “Y/N I sit next to you in all of our art classes. I make conversation with you for no reason. Do you really think I of all people forget my brushes? Honestly I’ve wanted to ask you out for a while but you’ve always seemed…disinterested.”

You were dumbstruck by his admission. “Me?! That’s just my face! You’re the unattainable ingénue or whatever!”

Ten chuckled, folding his arms across his chest. “Oh please the only thing standing between me and being a serious cat dad is having an apartment that allows animals. However, this conversation is pointless. You owe me and I’m collecting…if that’s okay?”

You huffed but couldn’t stop grinning. “It’s perfect.”

The walk from the bathroom to the living room had everyone staring with a few people letting out loud whistles. Adam had disappeared but Amy was there to give you a big thumbs up. You promised to call her later and then let Ten pull you outside into the warm night air, your fingers happily entwined with his.

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 4 years

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supernova, m | kth

pairing(s): taehyung x reader, mentions of seokjin x reader

summary: Kim Taehyung is your best friend. Considering him as anything more was asking for a collapsed relationship. You two were just two points in the sky, side by side, always shining together. Stars aren’t meant to collide, right?

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; smut (m-receiving oral, nipple play, fingering); non-idol!AU; supposed to be crack but, uh, I failed; yes there is a reference to that confused-lady-doing-math meme lol

You were having the stupidest argument of your life with your best friend.

“Obviously I know how to suck dick!”

Kim Taehyung nearly spit his soda everywhere.

“How the fuck,” he sputtered, coughing. “Would you ever know how to suck dick?”

You rolled your eyes. “Duh, I learned, of course.”

Taehyung raised his eyebrows so high that they disappeared into his dark brown bangs. “From who? You kind of need a boyfriend to suck dick.”

“No, you don’t,” you retorted.

Taehyung blinked at you. “I can’t imagine who would let you within ten feet of their dick.”

You threw a pillow at his face. He punched it away as you fumed. “If you must know, I’ve been told I’m good at it.”

Taehyung snorted. He placed his soda farther away from you, afraid it was going to be spilled. “By who? Your delusions?”

“Wow, Tae, seriously?” You puffed your cheeks, glaring at him. “You’re being so mean about this. Don’t pretend you have any experience at all.”

Taehyung frowned at you. “I’ve had experience. What makes you think I haven’t?”

You made a face. “You literally only spend your time at my place or at Jimin’s and you definitely aren’t getting your dick sucked here.” You placed a hand over your eyes, scooting away. “I guess you guys are closer than I thought.”

Now Taehyung picked up the pillow and threw it at you. It bounced off your head.

“Jimin doesn’t suck my dick.”

“I mean, you literally just implied–”

Taehyung pushed you into the plushies on your bed, planting a cat one on your head. “Dumbass, I’ve obviously had other opportunities. I’m not a hermit like you.” He pelted you with a Shiba Inu plush as you struggled. “I actually go outside and socialize.”

You glared at him. “I socialize.”

“You play online games all day,” Taehyung shot back, getting off you. “That’s not socializing.”

“Seokjin-oppa comes over,” you muttered, slinging a turtle at him.

Taehyung caught it in the air. He gave you an odd look. You raised your eyebrows back at him. He slowly lowered his hand, narrowing his eyes.

“You can’t be serious.”

“What?”

“I will call him right now,” Taehyung announced, pulling out his phone.

“No, you will not!” you roared, throwing yourself at him and knocking the phone out of his hand. It bounced on your lavender duvet. You planted your hand on it, halfway in Taehyung’s lap. “Ha!” Your other hand was on Taehyung’s thigh. You felt…

Something.

“What is that.” It wasn’t a question. The words just came out of your mouth automatically.

Taehyung cocked an eyebrow at you. “Wouldn’t you know since you have so much experience with the dick of Kim Seok–”

“Do not say it, Kim Taehyung,” you hissed, prodding him in the chest. “I will shut you up permanently. Also,” you added, hand still on his phone. “You shouldn’t be hard.”

Taehyung snorted. “You’re literally going on and on about sucking dick. Of course, I’m hard, you idiot.”

You pointed a finger at him. “It is not appropriate to get hard in front of your female best friend.”

“It is literally appropriate to get hard when you’re next to someone you think is hot and said person is suggesting they can suck pretty good dick.”

“It is absolutely no–” You cut yourself off this time. “Hold up. What did you just say?”

Taehyung’s deep voice seemed to get even deeper.

“I said, if you can actually suck dick, fucking prove it.”

You pulled your hand back, narrowing your eyes. “That’s not what you said.”

“I’m quite sure of what I said.” His expression was completely blank. The harsh overhead lighting of your bedroom seemed to make his dark eyes even darker.

You pointed an ice cream plush at him. “You also said you can’t imagine who would let me within ten feet of their dick.”

“I mean, I can’t imagine,” he said, shrugging. “But I know who would.”

This did not add up. You sat there, trying to do the math to see if it checked out. Which trigonometry equation would it be? Or algebra? An integral, maybe? Kim Taehyung wasn’t making any sense. He sat there, legs spread, obvious tent in his gray sweatpants, brown t-shirt barely covering it. But… why though? In all the years you’ve known him, Taehyung had never, ever asked to be more than friends. Never. In fact, he teased you all the time about how you never had a boyfriend.

You narrowed your eyes at him.

“You’re acting sus.”

Taehyung rolled his eyes. “Are you smooth-brained or what?”

You held your hands up, backing away from him. “All I’m saying is, you’re contradicting yourself.”

Taehyung let out a puff of annoyed air. “I can’t believe you would pick Seokjin-hyung over me.”

You got off the bed to walk over to his soda to drink the rest of it. “He’s good-looking,” you said absentmindedly. “Not that anything specific happened between us or anything.”

“Stop pretending you didn’t fuck him.”

You nearly spit out the soda, coughing. “I only might have suc–”

His eyebrows raised.

“You know what, I don’t have to talk about it. I don’t.”

Taehyung’s mouth thinned to a line. “I’m way more handsome than he is.”

You put the cup down, wondering why you even bothered to drink the rest of that. It was already flat anyway with how heated this conversation was.

“You are handsome, Tae. I just assumed you didn’t want me asking you weird questions like, can I suck your dick?” You shrugged. “Because that would probably make you uncomfortable.”

“Yeah,” Taehyung muttered. “Because I’m clearly comfortable right now with a raging hard-on and you admitting you sucked hyung’s dick.”

You chopped your hands in the air helplessly. “Look, you asked! I answered! What do you want, an apology?”

“An apology of you sucking my dick, yeah.”

You froze. Did he just–? It was the most childish thing you ever heard. Taehyung tucked his tongue in his cheek and glared at you. You were best friends. Best friends! Best friends don’t do that kind of stuff (right?). Best friends don’t think about each other like that (… right?). And you, well, the thing between Seokjin just sort of… happened. And maybe you had exaggerated a little. You weren’t as experienced as Taehyung. Even though you made fun of him, you knew Taehyung had more sexual encounters than you.

The girls around you always ended up gossiping about it.

You really were a hermit – you stayed home and played games, listening to music in your room. There weren’t any chances to do anything with anyone except for the few friends who visited you. And Seokjin was nice, patient. Just as nervous as you, afraid to make it too, er, overwhelming.

“Why… why are you mad?”

Taehyung looked down at the floor, sighing. “I don’t know.” He tilted his head, frowning. “It just pissed me off that you don’t trust me with something as important as that.”

“That’s not…” You paused, fiddling with the bottom of your purple pajama shirt. “If things got weird and Seokjin wasn’t my friend anymore, I would be sad.” His brown eyes slowly found yours as you spoke. “But… if you weren’t my friend anymore…”

You rubbed the back of your neck, not quite looking at him.

“I would be broken.”

He looked away from you too, to the fallen cat plush on the ground.

You chuckled nervously, sighing. “I don’t know if it would work. And I don’t want to ruin something that is already great with something that is just… my lack of confidence in being as cool as you.”

Taehyung placed a hand on his heart and winced. “Cheesy.”

You twitched and picked up the cat plush, chucking it at him. It bounced off his head, making his hair fly everywhere. He didn’t move, staring at you. You hesitated. Ah, you shouldn’t have said anything at all. It should have just stayed a secret between you and Seokjin. But you always ended up telling Taehyung everything, one way or another.

Taehyung patted the spot next to him. You carefully walked over, measuring a very deliberate space between you two before sitting down. He exhaled slowly, nodding to himself.

“You wanna just kiss and see if it’s weird?” he asked suddenly.

“It’s gonna be weird, Tae,” you laughed nervously. “This whole conversation is weird.”

“Hm.” Slowly, slowly, he leaned over and placed his head on your shoulder. You didn’t move away, continuing to stare at your hands. “Eh. It’s fine if it’s weird, I think. All relationships start off weird.”

You snorted. “I don’t think any relationship starts off weirder than you figuring out I blew one of your friends, then getting mad about it, and somehow we–”

He cut you off because he kissed you.

His lips on yours, sweet like cola, that familiar scent you could always associate with him. The scent that lingered on your pillows after he left, the scent that clung to you after the two of you shared a bed, completely platonically. You always thought falling asleep next to Taehyung was comparable to two stars beside each other in the sky, impossibly far away despite being the closest objects in space together.

Nice to sparkle together, but impossible to be together.

Stars colliding made a supernova, which was amazing, but then collapse into a black hole – the part that worried you the most.

And yet.

You pressed back against him, breathing him in. Your hand came up and held the back of his head, not wanting it to end, his soft lips against yours, not even a hint of messy tongue or anything crazy, just his taste. Taehyung mouthed inaudible words against your lips and you pulled back a little, not even realizing how breathless you were.

“Is it…” he muttered, voice so deep it felt like your heart was vibrating. “Weird?”

You nodded. “Yeah.” You chuckled, looking down at your lap. “That’s the weirdest thing I’ve ever done in my life.”

“Ah.” He didn’t move away from you. “Want to do it again?”

Even if it all eventually collapsed into a black hole… What if I live like that? You looked up, right into Kim Taehyung’s eyes, your best friend in the whole world and, even now, you didn’t know if it was going to work out, but, maybe in the off-chance, in the impossible, improbable probability that it did…

You leaned over and kissed him, arm around his neck, pushing him down onto your bed. He smiled into your kiss, his larger hands travelling up to your waist to hold you. Your eyes opened a little, just to see his dark brown hair against your sheets, his tan skin against the lavender color. Lashes so long and dark they made you jealous. He was usually on your bed, but this time was different. This time, he was in your arms like a lover, pulled into your gravity. You softly moaned into his mouth and his tongue slid between your lips, rubbing against yours. You played with it, sucking on it. He moaned back, grip on your waist tightening.

“Tae…”

You breathed against his lips, not wanting to back away too far. He opened his eyes, so heavy with lust you almost forgot what you were going to ask.

“I need you to move up a little,” you said apologetically. “I, uh, I don’t…”

Taehyung laughed. “Sure.”

You didn’t know how to tell him that you basically only learned how to suck dick when the guy lying down. But he didn’t ask, simply scooting up the bed before reaching for you and placing you on top of him. Normally, you scolded him for laying on your plushies, but at this point your mind was somewhere else.

“Better?” he purred, kissing your forehead.

“Y-yeah.” You got onto your hands and knees, nervousness flooding through you. Taehyung reached for your wrist, wrapping his fingers around it. You blinked at him.

“You don’t actually have to suck my dick,” Taehyung chuckled. “I mean, if you don’t want to.”

You gave him a confused look. “Isn’t that why you were annoyed in the first place?”

Taehyung puffed his cheeks. “I was annoyed because you fucking sucked Seo–”

You slapped a hand over his mouth. “Not the time.”

He rolled his eyes at you. You kept your hand on his mouth as you slid down, glaring at him until you had to let go to get into position. He watched you with a raised brow. He balanced on his elbows, amused.

“Stop judging me.”

Taehyung grinned. “I’m not judging. Just viewing technique.”

You frowned and pushed his t-shirt out of the way.

“I can take it off.”

“Let me concentrate, you fool.”

Taehyung finally shut up. You kept telling yourself to just take off his pants. It was not that weird. It wasn’t like you hadn’t walked in on him changing before. But you had never seen Taehyung naked and, obviously, had never seen his cock. The tent in front of you was not as big as it was before, but all the girls ever talked about was…

You heard your name being called. You snapped your head up.

“You okay?” Taehyung asked, tilting his head at you.

“Y-yeah.”

“Sounding really confident there.”

You clicked your tongue. “Hmph.”

And you hooked your fingers on the waistband of his sweatpants and pulled down. Taehyung lifted his hips to help you and you were nearly smacked in the face with his cock.

“The fuck, Kim Taehyung?” Your eyes went wide as you bunched his pants around his knees. “The FUCK? Kim Taehyung?!”

Taehyung laughed. “What?”

“What?” you echoed, indignant. “Excuse me, sir, you tried to take out my eye with your dick and–” You pointed accusingly at his cock. “Um?”

“That’s not fully hard yet, yeah.”

Alright, it wasn’t like he was some Dragon Dildo cock but, still. You had a pretty small mouth (at least that’s what your dentist told you before he removed all four wisdom teeth, sigh). Taehyung rubbed his chin, sticking his tongue in his cheek.

“That’s why I said you don’t have to do it.”

You stiffened. “I mean… I can do it. I-it’s not like I can’t or anything.”

Taehyung shrugged. “Just don’t bite me.”

“Why the fuck would I bite you?”

“I’m just saying that’s not my kind of kink.”

“Just… shut up for a second.”

You furrowed your brow. It felt strange remembering Seokjin’s words to you now, but those were the only ones you knew. He told you to be gentle at first. You leaned forward, kissing the head softly. It felt warm and velvety against your lips. Just kisses, all up and down the length. You licked Taehyung’s balls lightly, using your hand to hold his cock out of the way. Taehyung’s eyes went wide as you ran your tongue over his balls, softly taking one in your mouth, bouncing it on your tongue.

“A-ah…”

You wrapped your hand around him to hold him in place, swirling your tongue around and around. You looked up at Taehyung. His eyelids were fluttering, groaning as you switched sides.

“F-fuck, normally they just go straight for the dick…”

You pressed your tongue flat and molded him to the crevices of your mouth, making him gasp and grab the sheets as you sucked hard. He made eye contact with you. Lips soft, mouth tight. Plenty of saliva. Slow, slow, popping your lips off.

“Just that was pretty impressive,” Taehyung panted, pulling his shirt up higher. You swallowed, inhaling sharply as you saw more of his torso. His skin was a lovely tan that accented his muscles and his cute bellybutton. You shook your head slightly, trying not to get distracted.

You pressed your lips just under the head, a soft chaste kiss. Your tongue slid out, running over the sensitive skin, saliva dripping down his cock as you looked up at him, eyes half-lidded, moaning hotly.

Seokjin didn’t teach you to do that. You were just enamored with Taehyung’s cock almost in your mouth.

Taehyung breathed your name, low and sensual.

You took him in your mouth, slowly, lifting and lowering your head as you went, lapping against the underside. Fit only what you’re comfortable with. Don’t stress about getting it all in. Lips loose, inside of the mouth tight. You went straight down, using gravity to your advantage. He wasn’t fully hard yet, but he was getting there, swelling in your mouth as you begun your pace, using his hips as leverage to hold yourself up.

“Right there.”

You paused, repeating your last movement. Rubbing your tongue against the bottom of the head, pressing his cock against the roof of your mouth. Taehyung’s voice was breathy, almost pleading.

“Down.”

You did so, keeping your tongue in place as you slide down, the head against the soft upper part of your throat. Taehyung moaned deliciously, hissing softly.

“F-fuck, that’s so good.”

You repeated the movement, bobbing your head up and down. Slow at first, but building up, gaining confidence. Spit slid down the length, pooling onto his balls.

“Ugh,” Taehyung grunted, clenching the sheets. “Your mouth is soft, but tight. Such a perfect combination.”

You couldn’t exactly respond. He wasn’t fully in your mouth, but you only focused on speed and precision of your pressure, making sure to squeeze the head as it pressed against your lips. You shifted, moving one of your hands to cup his balls, smearing the wetness everywhere. He sucked in a breath, setting his jaw.

“A-ack…”

You decided to try it. A moment of pause and then a slow, slow descent, all the way down. Relax your throat. Front tight, back loose to prevent yourself from gagging. The head hit the back of your throat and your heart jumped. Just a little more. Control. A little lower and your felt your throat tighten around the head. Oh fuck. You couldn’t breathe. But Taehyung was moaning your name so wantonly that you nearly forgot you were almost choking on his dick. You can do it. Slight, sharp ruts of your throat on the tip itself, making Taehyung jerk his head back and cry out in ecstasy.

“Holy fuck,” he breathed, gasping down at you. “You have it all in your mouth.”

He sounded very impressed. You opened your eyes, not even realizing you had closed them, and winked at him. He laughed, shaking his head at you.

You had to pull back a little, conscious of your breathing as you regained sweet oxygen. You didn’t want to sound like you were dying, after all. Taehyung was about to say something, but you started up your fastest pace yet, bouncing up and down, not looking at him as you focused completely on your pressure control.

“A-ah, shit!”

You used both hands to hold yourself up as you bobbed, hyper focused on giving him a raw, wet, tight hole to slide into. For you, this was the easiest because gravity did half the work for you, adding to the speed and cutting half of the stress on your neck, which was occupied with ramming the head down your throat as you tightened your muscles even more, fingertips digging into his skin. You could taste it, the pre-cum leaking into your mouth. Those pathetic, muffled whimpers couldn’t be you, right? You flicked your eyes up to him. Taehyung was watching you, panting hard, pupils blown so wide that his doe eyes looked even bigger.

“Damn, you’re even hotter than I thought,” he choked out, groaning sharply. “I’m close, I don’t know if you want to swallow–”

You dug your nails into his hips, moving even faster, desperate for him to cum in your mouth. He whimpered himself, leaning his head back as a low moan tore from his throat, your name falling out so sweetly and deeply that you felt it in your soul as he came in your mouth, flooding it. You pulled back a little to give it space to collect as you swallowed, his cock jerking in your mouth. Three gulps and there was still a little left. You swept it with your tongue and Taehyung shivered under you as you swallowed that too, lingering. Your tongue gently coated him. You pulled back, centimeter by slow centimeter, teasing the tip with the end of your tongue. Taehyung whispered at the sensitivity, but you pressed your lips against the head, soft pressure at the very end until the tip popped out.

“Could you just…” Taehyung panted, one eye closing as he struggled to catch his breath. “Not be good at that?”

You grinned, straightening. “Oh? I did good?”

Taehyung gritted his teeth. “I have never thought a blowjob could be comparable to pussy until just now, holy fuck.”

You rubbed your jaw in a startlingly similar manner to his habit. “Think I’m gonna be sore.”

Taehyung gestured down to his cock, who was rapidly falling asleep. “You killed him. How the fuck am I supposed to fuck you now?”

You shrugged. “I like other things too.”

“I’m listening.”

You scratched your head. Shit. You haven’t actually expected Taehyung to want to reciprocate. It wasn’t that what you wanted was strange, but it felt embarrassing to ask him, because it was something you learned about yourself with someone else. Taehyung’s eyes were boring holes into you. He was silently commanding you to tell him right now or else.

“I have to make you cum,” he said softly. “Tell me how.”

A shiver ran through you. Your eyes shifted down to his hands and he lifted them from the bed, observing you curiously. His lips curled into a wide smirk. You glared at him and pulled your pajama shirt over your head so you didn’t have to look at his smug face. You straddled his legs, pulling yourself up to him. You were still wearing your underwear. You reached into the cups of your bra and pulled your breasts out right in front of his face. The bra still on your body pushed them together so your nipples stuck straight out. Taehyung licked his lips.

“A meal? For me?”

You puffed your cheeks and took the back of his head, pushing him towards your nipple.

“Lick.”

His brown orbs became mischievous. His pink tongue darted out, flicking your nipple. You sucked in a breath and grabbed one of his hands, pressing his middle finger on your other nipple, rubbing it in slow circles. Taehyung got the hint, licking one of your nipples as he played with the other with his fingers.

“Pinching?” he mumbled.

“Y-yeah…”

He pinched you lightly. You yelped, fingers tangling in his hair. Lightly constrained in your clothes, your nipples being played with. One more step. You reached down for his free hand and dragged it up your thigh, moaning as his knuckle brushed against your soaking wetness.

“Ah,” he purred, vibrating your nipple with his voice. “You like a triple assault.”

“Tae, just fucking finger me.”

He chuckled deeply, rubbing you though your panties. They sank into your folds. Your clit throbbed with need, desperate for attention as he rubbed the slopping wet fabric against it.

“I will,” he drawled, staring up at you. He rubbed harder, keeping pace with your nipple. “How many?”

“I-I don’t think you can fit more than two,” you gasped, grinding against his hand.

“Okay,” he purred, hooking a finger around your panties. Strings of your juices clung to his hand as he pulled the fabric to the side. “One first.”

You felt him slowly slide his finger into you, his lips pressed against your nipple as he did so, his eyes closing. Your breathing became shallow, pleasure snaking upwards.

“Oh, fuck, you’re so tight,” Taehyung breathed, licking your nipple in between his words. “So fucking wet.”

You clutched his head tighter as he pushed in and out of you, curling it slightly. You chopped his neck feebly.

“N-no, straight.”

Taehyung raised his eyebrows, but complied, straightening his finger and thrusting it into you. Oh, yes. You clenched around him, shoving your tits into his face as you wiggled your hips on his hand.

“Need m-more, Tae…”

He rolled his tongue around your nipple and sucked it hard, shoving another finger into you at the same time, making your cry out and squirm. You gripped the hand on your nipple, encouraging him.

“I got you, love.”

Your heart skipped two beats. And then he began to really finger-fuck you, driving them into you hard and fast, pinching your nipple and sucking on the other. Pleasure shot throughout your entire being, so drunk with lust that you leaned into it, spreading your legs to give Taehyung more space to move his arm, fuck you harder.

“Taehyung, oh, fuck, Tae...”

You felt eyes on you and you looked down, seeing Taehyung’s sharp brown orbs watching you, brows furrowed as you bucked on his hand, detaching his mouth as he whispers hotly into your chest.

“Fuck, I want to fuck your pussy so fucking bad,” he growled.

His eyes were so dark that you felt like you were falling into space, into his gravity, trapped. He pounded you his fingers into you harder, pinching and twisting your nipple. You were ready to fall apart, gasping and moaning so much that your throat was dry.

“Can you take one more?”

“I-I don’t know…” you whimpered. “So f-full…”

He chuckled. “I have a big dick, remember?”

Your teeth sank into your lower lip. “O-okay, do it.”

Slow, slow. His third finger buried itself into you and you squeezed your eyes shut, gasping as you felt him began pace again. Your nipples were extra sensitive now, making your body shiver as he touched them again. Just a little more…

“Tae,” you gasped, “Go as hard and fast as you can.”

“You sure?” Even just the feeling of his lips brushing against your nipple had you trembling.

“Yes, do it.”

He wrapped his lips around your nipple before ramming his fingers into you, tearing a plea of his name from your throat as he fingered you roughly, almost like a fucking vibrator. Oh, fuck. If Seokjin was in the back of your mind, he quickly vanished as Taehyung pounded you, forcing you to take it all, spreading you out as you saw stars in your peripheral vision. He didn’t hold back and you didn’t want him to, squeezing his fingers as they entered you, pressing his head down on your breasts. Everything tightened inside you, so close to the edge that you could smell your juices dripping onto his lap.

“Tae, fuck, I’m so fucking close, a-ah…”

He sucked on your nipple, hard, pinching and twisting the other and it pushed you over, crying out as everything snapped suddenly, pleasure racking through your entire body as your pussy throbbed around his hand. You nearly sank down, Taehyung’s hands the only things keeping you up as you buried your face in his hair, gasping for air.

“Careful,” Taehyung murmured, pulling his fingers out, sticky and covered in your juices. He looked at his fingers for a moment before shoving them in his mouth.

“T-Tae!”

He made eye contact with you as he licked them off slowly and purposefully, moaning lustfully around them. Your pussy throbbed with need at the sight of his pink tongue slurping up the glistening liquid.

“Mmm, delicious.”

You felt your ears turn red and you climbed off him, righting your underwear before flopping onto the bed. Taehyung laid down next to you, pulling up his pants.

“Give me a couple hours and I’ll rail you with my dick.”

“Wow, that’s so romantic.”

Then came the awkward moment. The one where you stared at your pillows and squashed plushies, realizing what you had just done, realizing that you couldn’t turn back now. The stars had collided. Now what? The black hole? You didn’t look at Taehyung. You couldn’t.

He said you name, softly.

“Yeah?”

“I wasn’t being serious. You’re a virgin, right?”

You shifted your eyes. “Erm…”

“Ah.”

Silence.

“I’m gonna kill Seokjin-hyung.”

“No, Tae–”

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scented-morker · 3 years

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⇢˚⋆ ✎ life of the party

Party boy! Jay x female reader

Warning : drinking, partying, but I think that’s it

Word count : 2.05k

Overview: dating the university’s party animal means you have to attend as well, and one night you get a little too into it, ending up with your boyfriend simping for you while you’re wasted in his passenger seat 🥰

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As soon as Jisu turns onto the street you can hear the blaring music, a telltale sign that the "small get together" your boyfriend had convinced you to attend was not as small and casual as he made it sound. You probably should expect it by now, dating the class party animal comes with some not as normal girlfriend duties as say your friends who went to their boyfriends sporting games or went on study dates after school. Not that you and Jay didn't do those kinds of things, but it was a Friday night and half the towns "in crowd" had parents away on a company retreat.

Jisu pulls into the grassy area on the outside of the gate, shifting the car into park while you have her a grateful smile.

"Thank you for coming with me, I get it if you don't wanna be here since it's way bigger than I said"

"Y/n, honey I've done this before, I know your boyfriend and his friends, it'd be crazy of me to think it was going to be anything less than a circus in here. Why do you think I made you change out of that awful mom jean fit?"

You looked down at the expensive lavender dress she had let you borrow, it was a satiny texture and a little out of your comfort zone, but it hugged your figure well and all fear about being overdressed was now scratched as you saw the magnitude of the party.

You sent her a sheepish smile, glad to have a friend with brain cells when it came to parties at least, she copied your homework every morning before class

You step out of the car, thanking past you for choosing the white go-go boots on your feet instead of strappy heels at the sound of your friend squealing as her heels sink into the wet grass. It makes you both walk faster, and before you know it you're walking through the door, instantly being sucked into the giant crowd of bodies. Jisu takes your hand before you can get separated, leading you to the kitchen.

"You," she mixes random bottles set out on the counter into two red solo cups, taking one herself and then shoving the other into your hand, "are going to have so much fun tonight"

You raise your eyebrow at her but take a sip anyway, confused when it doesn't taste disgusting.

"Can you make more of these?" You excitedly ask, knowing this is a much better alternative to the gross keg everyone else was drinking out of.

"Yeah, if you finish it and still want another one I can, but honestly with the amount of stuff in there and your ahem, lightweight tendencies, you might be gone before you finish that"

You give her a playful glare but listen anyway, taking smaller sips as not to chug it all and ruin your brain for the rest of the night.

She heads out to find her other friend Yuna, who she heard was here thanks to the drunk freshman babbling about her smile, and you head out to look for your boyfriend.

You make your journey into the crowd of dancing bodies, stopping to dance with some of the acquaintances you've made at school. Eventually the music changes and you continue your journey, spotting Jay over by the wall, popping a sucker in his mouth as he heads over to where his friend Heeseung is standing.

A surge of excitement goes through you when you see him, the same emotion you get every time you're reminded that he's yours, intensified by the atmosphere of the party and whatever was in your now nearly empty cup. His black hair shone under the party lights and the smirk he wore gave you an adrenaline rush.

'That's mine' you thought smugly as you walked past some girls that were staring at him, giving them an obvious side eye to let them know you had seen them checking out your boyfriend. They averted their looks as you continued your confident stride up to Jay.

"Babe!"

He spotted you coming up to him and his entire demeanor changed, the smirk now a full on smile and he practically ran towards you. Apparently he was just as excited to see you as you were him.

"You made it!!"

"To your little get together" you put sarcastic air quotes around your words while giving a laugh, "yeah I did"

"I'm sorry babe, I should have known it would get this wild" he really should have, but you let it slide because he looks genuine with his apology.

He finally let's go of the hug, sliding his right arm around your waist and looking down at you, seeming to just notice your outfit.

"Wow, you look, wow"

You let out a giggle, pulling the collar of the white shirt he wears under his black tee, and he lets you bring his face down to yours as you connect your lips in a kiss.

You're still giggling when you pull away.

"Thank you"

He laughs at you, grabbing the cup from your hands and checking the level of liquid.

"Yeah how much of this have you had babe," he asks, although the look on his face tells you he already knows.

"Just that one!!"

He gives you the cup back, ruffling your hair and muttering something about "lightweight" before sliding his arm back around you, pulling you with him as he goes back to his group of friends.

You stand with him as he talks to Jake, something about dancing you think, you weren’t really paying attention. Your focus was on his chest, where your hand was fiddling with the long chain hanging off of his neck. You don’t know why you were so transfixed with it, and at this point you were so far gone you didn’t have the brain power to think about it.

You took another sip from your cup, finding it empty and pouting down at the plastic. You tugged on Jay’s chain lightly to get his attention, lifting your cup up to let him know where you were going. He nodded his head once in understanding and turned back to his friends.

You once again had to cross the slew of sweaty, dancing bodies to get to the kitchen, and you once again stopped to dance, partially forgetting what you were even doing in the first place.

Maybe you didn’t need another drink after all. Another drink! That’s what you were doing!

You smile to yourself, eyes turning into round circles as you got back to your original plan.

You’re too lazy to try and make your own drink or find Jisu to make you one, so you just grab a bottle, pouring until your cup is halfway full and then heading back out to Jay.

When you get there he’s laughing at something Sunghoon said, and you get back into your spot on his side, hands finding their way back to his chain.

“Welcome back babe”

You find yourself giggling at the affectionate nickname, leaning into his chest.

“Okay, you” he’s chuckling slightly to himself while he speaks, a raspy sort of laugh that makes your stomach do flip flops, “have had enough of this”

He takes a sip of your cup, almost coughing up a long immediately after before looking at you like you’re insane.

“This is straight vodka”

His friends break out into laughter and you join in with them, enjoying Jays unfortunate action.

“Oops”

He smiles at you before setting your drink down, and quick as lightning he’s picking you up, spinning you around while teasing you for trying to ‘drink like a big kid’, your endless laughter right in his ear the entire time.

When he finally stops you explain yourself, “I was just too lazy to mix anything and beer is gross”

The group laughs again, and then Jay starts telling them goodnight, doing the weird bro hug thing they did after every party and saying he’s going to ‘take this one home before she starts dancing on tables’ which honestly, now that you think of it does sound pretty fun.

You wave goodbye as your boyfriend leads you out, shooting a text to Jisu that you’re leaving with Jay and won’t need a ride home so she doesn’t freak out when she can’t find you.

He’s parked a few feet away from the driveway, surprisingly not blocked in by other vehicles.

He goes to the passenger side ahead of you, opening the door, presumably to let you in, but you take a slight detour.

“Dancing on tables sounds fun, but you made us leave”

He stares at you while you climb up on the hood of his car, slightly shaking his head and letting out a laugh when you start doing the Macarena on his hood.

“Wait wait!! C’mere”

You call him over, and he immediately comes, the passenger side door still wide open as he leaves it to come see you.

“This is gonna be so cool, I’m finally taller than you”

He looks at you with a raised eyebrow, but the loving smile is still there.

“C’mere”

You notion him closer, and he obliges, eyebrows shooting up in surprise when you attack him with a flurry of kisses all over his face, laughing before eventually joining together at the lips.

He meant it to be a short peck, but when he goes to pull away you don’t let him, holding on tighter to his collar and chasing his lips.

By now you’ve sat down on the hood, abandoning your standing position as you slide further down the car to be closer to him, and his hands rest on your waist before he’s finally able to pull away, although the pout on your face let’s him no you aren’t happy about it.

“What has gotten into you tonight” he laughs, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear while you grip onto his biceps.

“I don’t knowwww!!!” You whine, leaning back on the car, “you just look really good tonight. Did you know that? Like as soon as I saw you I just died, and I really want to mess up your hair”

His cheeks stay the same shade of peach that they previously were, although the tips of his ears light up and he smiles down at the floor.

“I mean you can still mess up my hair, but I’m not making out with you in my friends driveway while you’re wasted”

You give him a frown, wanting to deny his accusations but realizing that’s exactly what you wanted to do.

“Fine” you huff out, sliding off of the car and letting him lead you around to the still open door.

He walks around to the other side, sliding in the drivers seat and starting the music, Tattoos Together by Luav floating out of the speakers as he pulls out of the drive.

“I don’t want to leave you yet, can we not go home”

He looks over at you for a little second eyes on the road kids before giving a little nod.

“How about we go get some coffee, sober you up a little, and then we can go to my house and you can show me the star shapes you like”

You excitedly agree, giving a little “yay” as he turns toward the 24 hour coffee place, although your brain can’t let his small transgression slide, and you launch into a speech about “they’re actually called constellations Jay. C-o-n-s- tellstions, idk I can’t spell, but they aren’t star shapes”

He smiles at your rant, purposefully having said it to get you to correct him, laughing while you give a very dumbed down and partially incorrect explanation of how stars are formed.

He wasn’t sure why you curled up in a ball in his passenger seat drunk babbling about astronomy at 2am made him realize it, but he was oh so in love with you, and there was no going back from the blooming in his heart when you laughed at yourself for saying something completely wrong, your hand latching around his and shaking it in your amusement.

Yeah, Jay was in deep.

#I wrote this on a whim #drunk dazed got me thinkin and party boy jay just was too good to pass up #especially the scene with the sucker and he JUST LOOKS SO GOOD #so uh enjoy ig #enhypen #enhypen scenarios #enhypen x reader #enhypen fluff #enhypen jay scenarios #enhypen jay #enhypen jay x reader

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