#the dude will remind you all not to be a bitch pretty quickly

[newnevermind-sanity]

If you ever forget death, I will return

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[koliejeon]

Tainted by You - JJK

╰┈➤ 𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: nerd yandere jk x queen bee reader!

╰┈➤ 𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: who would have thought that being tainted by the nerd Jeon Jungkook would feel this good.

╰┈➤ 𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 3.3k+

╰┈➤ 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: manipulation, gaslighting, dumbification cock riding, fingering, dom jk, sub! reader, cream pie, squirting, size kink, blackmailing, yandere jk, slightly mean jk, degradation.

You're considered the queen bee of your university, the one who's always seen as the epitome of perfection, with everyone admiring how much of a pretty face and a smart student you are. Being looked up to by everyone on this kind of level really boosts your ego, so it's a shame if anyone would know how much of a  moaning bitch you are while riding the cock of the biggest nerd in school, Jeon Jungkook. 

But It's not your fault that he just fucks you too good... 

He’s just too good at it that you can’t help youself coming back for more, even if you fully knew that this would taint your reputation as a queen bee. I mean, everyone’s expecting you to date someone who’s on your level, and not just a nerd dude with a messy curly black hair and thick glasses that just covers his features. 

But to your defense, he’s not what everyone is thinking of him of. That boy who’s always shy around people, and just keeps himself accompanied with his books has a totally different persona when it’s just the two of you alone. He’s not shy, he’s actually arrogant, mean, manipulative and hot…

Yeah, hot… like how hot the depts of hell could feel like.

It all started last month when your stupid history professor decided to paired you up with him for a project. You didn’t have a problem with it, you thought that with this project, he might open up with you and to others instead of being that awkward nerd guy that everyone hates.

╰┈➤ 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙝

The bell rang as a sign that the class discussion has already ended and that it’s now time for lunch. “You may now leave the class, don’t forget to communicate with your partners and discuss the project” Mr. Lim, your History professor, reminded to everyone as they started packing their things to leave the class. Some replied a simple “yes” to him, while some didn’t bother and just hurriedly leave the room before the canteen seats would run out.

“Y/N, hurry up, let’s go now!” Jennie, who’s one of your friends said to you as she’s waiting for you near the classroom’s door. You smiled at here and was about to say something along the lines of “Yeah, i’m coming,” but you got distracted when you saw the boy in one of the backseats, he looks so lonely in there packing his things ever so slowly – probably taking his time since no one is inviting him anyway to go for a lunch, and for some reason you felt pity for him. “Actually, just go ahead first, I remember I have something to do this time” you lied to her, and she simply just agreed to what you said as she quickly tag along with her other friends.

Now it’s just the two of you alone in the classroom, you awkwardly approach him… unsure of how to start a conversation with him. “Uhm… Jungkook right?” you asked even know the answer is already obvious.  He looked up at you and stared at you for atleast 5 seconds before responding “Y-yeah that’s me” he managed to mutter that out with a little stutter. You thought he was just shy, and you hate it. This is literally the reason why he’s being made fun of by those bullies. You brushed off that thought as you brightly smiled at him, “Great! I’m Y/N, Mr. Lim paired us up for the project. I suggest if we start doing it as early as possible” 

“I’m okay with that” he simply replied.

“I’m free later, are you okay with that? I just don’t know where we can do the project though, My apartment is not that great since it’s small and I’m sharing it with Jennie” You stated, already feeling comfortable in conversing with him even though he’s not literally replying anything and just looking at you. You  guess he’s more of a listener rather than a talker. “Aha! How about we do the project at your place?”  you suggested out of nowhere. The project has to do with arts and crafts, so coffee shops are not the best place to do the project. 

Jungkook eyes seemed to widen from being shock with what you’ve said. He can't even believe it. You want to go to his house??? This is something straight out from his dreams.

“Y-yeah…sure, why not” he was really glad and euphoric that you’ve said that, but his reply came like he was just forced to say yes.  “Great! You can send me your address” you said, and he frowned but not enough for you to notice, what do you mean by that? You don’t wanna go with him together at his house later? “Uhm… lets just go together later” he suggested, and you nervously chuckled, no way your gonna go with him after class, people might see you and probably make fun of you for hanging out with a weird guy like him.

“But-”

“It’s kind of far away from here and you might get lost” he explained without stuttering, while straightly looking in your eyes. Those thick glasses might have cover his intense gaze, but definitely not the tension that’s starting to form in the room.

There’s this something from his aura, it’s like a sudden change that you could clearly figure out, but it surely made you nervous as you gulped. You wanted to say something but you were unable to get the right word out of your mouth, so instead you simply just agreed with him “...m’kay” you said while looking at the ground like a child who got declined by your parents to buy the toy that you wanted in the store. 

Yeah, you wanted to somehow talk to him, but not like this!  You were sulking with the idea and Jungkook found it cute that he smirk at your behavior. He broke the silence by saying good bye to you for now, “So I guess were already settled? I’ll see you at the parking lot” 

╰┈➤ 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙥𝙨 - 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙤𝙩

It’s already 6 PM when I headed in the parking lot as I try to spot where Jungkook might be. Classes are already finished at 5:30 PM but I made sure to be late so that no one familiar would spot me getting onto Jungkook’s vehicle. This almost feels like I’m doing some sort of a crime, even though I am not. After a few minutes of searching he spots me and raised his hand to get my attention. I immediately went into his direction and damn… I just don’t know how to feel.

He’s leaning in a black sedan that I suppose is his with his left hand in his pocket and the other hand holding a cigarette. This is the only time that I’ve noticed he has veiny hands. Just what the actual fuck! It feels like I’m looking at the same person from an hour ago! He’s definitely not the typical nerd you get to see everyday. I mean, a nerd with a sedan who’s looking hot as ever while smoking?! I was basically gawking at the new sight, and I only got out from my delusions when he cleared his throat.

“Let’s go?” He said as he throw the cigarette on the ground and stomped on it. “Yeah” is the only thing I was able to mutter as I went to the passenger side of his car. I buckled my seatbelt on, and he started driving. He was wearing a ripped jeans and a grey Calvin Clien hoodie that he later on re-adjusted, exposing his left arm that is covered with tattoos. Do I even fully know this guy??? It seems like all those school gossips about him are just pure lies.

He was not lying, his house was really a bit far from the University, not to mention the slight traffic on the way. His house was located somewhere inside of an expensive looking village.

“You live here?” You asked after getting out of his car. The house was big, and looks expensive with a modern touch to its’ architecture. “Yeah, my parents gifted it to me last year” he replied like it was nothing as he guided you through the main entrance of his house. What kind of parents would gift their child an expensive house?! For fucks sake he didn’t even graduated yet or is about to get married. His parents must be crazy rich like those in the movies.

“I already have the needed materials, is it okay for you to wait here? I just needed to freshen up”

“Ugh… yeah sure. I’ll just play some music in my phone” I said, and he simply chuckled before opening the television for me without saying anything. I feel poor being here., well yeah my parents are also well-off, but not on this level!  Waiting for him for at least 25 minutes was boring so I just made myself at home as I watched the movie playing in the television. 

“You should take a picture” he suddenly said which caught me off guard

“I- what?”

“You’re looking at me a little too much”

“No I wasn’t!” I tried to deny it even though it was already obvious as my face became as red as a tomato from being so embarrassed, that I choosed to look on the floor, being shy to even look at him” Inside of my head, I was scolding myself for acting that way, he must have now think of me as a pervert!

He started approaching me, and before I knew it, he lifted up my chin as he cupped my face with both of his hands so that I would look at him. We we’re both looking at each other’s eyes, and then everything just happened so fast, I didn’t even know why I let It happen, but we we’re now passionately kissing as both of our tongues fought for dominance in which he obviously won. We were now in his bedroom but before things could  get even more heated, I tap his shoulder thrice as a sign that I want it to stop. Gladly, he accepted my request and pulled back, “This is wrong” I simply told him, and a that made him ‘tsk’ as his face contorted an annoyed look.

“Wrong? Tell me what’s wrong about this Y/N?!” He answered back, he’s clearly not liking what I’ve told him but him. I can’t just answer him by saying that I don’t want to be associated with someone like him, people would make fun of me, and my reputation as a queen bee who’s always been perfect would be tainted. I don’t want them to think that choosing Jungkook was a bad decision, and that I’ve made a wrong decision. But I just can’t also tell that to Jungkook, I don’t want him to feel bad himself even though those are the true reason. I remained silent without moving a single inch of my body, my hand are still in his shoulder while he’s arms are wrapped on my waist. We were standing in the middle of the room, but even though were close enough, I didn’t had the urge to look in his eyes even though I know that he’s  looking at me with burning gaze.

“What? You don’t know how to answer now? Cat got your tongue? Or  you’re stupid little mind can’t just comprehend simple things?!” All his words hurt like hell, I didn’t even realize he could say such mean things to me, when all I knew is that we was that shy nerd boy at the back of the class who doesn’t even know how to fight back from his bullies. “Stupid Y/N, can’t even explain herself” he continued belittling me and it was all to much that I burst out and cry myself in his chest. He was shocked for a while but then embraced me in his arms as he let me cry all my worries while shushing me down “Shhh it’s okay darling, I know you’re little brain hurts from thinking too much, you don’t have to think, that’s my job, and you only have to follow what I say, right? It’s true, my mind was clouded and it hurts, so I just let him embrace me while drawing circles on my back.

It stayed like that for a while but then Jungkook drop the bomb, “I know you think it’s wrong because it would taint your reputation. Their poor queen bee Lee Y/N dating the nerd Jeon Jungkook? Doesn’t sound good to them right?” I look up at him, unable to say anything, and that just made me tear up more. “I’m sorry” I muttered to him as I buried myself in his bare chest, the citrus scent of his body wash engulfing my nostrils.

“Shhh… it’s okay baby, I know how much you love the attention the campus is giving you, it makes your dumb ego grow right? But the thing is, you ONLY need my attention”

“I’m sorry - Y/N’s really sorry” I said, already at my worst point as I continued to cry. I feel like a bad person based on what’s he’s telling me, but that’s the truth, I’m too self-concious of what people will say to me, I’m someone who starved attention, and I just feel bad that Jungkook has to know that side of me, and I’m now thinking that I hurted his feelings because I was too selfish. So I kept on apologizing “Gguk, Y/N’s sorry, please forgive her”

Jungkook smirked in victory, he knew he fully had you in control, oh just how easy it is to manipulate you. To break you into pieces so that he can fix you again, and then make feel like he’s the only one who can fix and save you from yourself.

“Shh… I was really hurt, darling. What you did was wrong, how come you think of me as a person that would taint your reputation when all I do is love you from a far?” that made me feel guilty more…

“But I would forgive you if…

“If what? Please tell me, Gguk, I will make it up to you, I promise!” I said, feeling determined to fix my mistake.

“If you make love with me. Prove me that you love me, that you need me, and that you’re not afraid to be tainted by me” and so, without much thought, I kissed him deeply, I opened my mouth, inviting him to intertwine his tongue in my hot cavern, as he lifted my shirt and carry me on his bed. I am now laying on my back, the tension from both us rising as I hurriedly removed my pants, leaving me in my underwear. The sight infront of me, him hovering above me as he continued kissing me while exploring every inch of my body had me whimpering in his bed. He started attacking my neck, making sure to leave as many hickies he could so that everyone knows I’m his.

His right hand started massaging my breast while the one started licking and sucking my nipple. The pleasure was just too good to be true, and after a seconds, my buds now sensitive and hardened as I continued moaning shamelessly. The pleasure that he’s giving me was just too god that I started unconciously buckling my hips to his hardened dick.  “Too impatients aren’t you?” he teased, and I just whimpered. He took off my panties, looking at my dripping core, already wet for him. “Please hurry,”  “Easy there, princess we have to to adjust your pretty little pussy first so it woudn’t hurt that much, okay?” he’s talking to me as if I’m some dumb kid, it was embarrasing but it makes me more turned on. Two fingers were pushed in my hole, I was shocked at the sudden intrusion but he soothed it by drawing circles on clit. “See? My fingers are even too much for you, how can you properly take my cock if you’re like that?” I wanted to disagree with him but I coudn’t utter a single word as he started fastly moving his digits inside me. “One more,  please” he only chuckled after hearing that, and I’ve never felt so pathetic in my entire life. He must’ve known that I’m  being dumbly determined just to impress him, but I later regret that when he fulfilled my wish. 

“As you wish, darling” the third finger definitely burned my inside like hell, he’s fingers are not just long but also thick. After some time, my moans got louder and louder as I trembled in his fingers, and before I knew it, I squirted a lot, but he didn’t stop from fingering me, until I was begging him to stop “Ggukie…. To-too much please” and with that he removed his fingers on me...

“You haven’t even got the real thing yet. Plus you promised me, you would make it up for me, right?  I was really hurt you know?”

“Sorry, I forgot” I embarrassedly admitted with a pout  and he only chuckled at me “I know, it’s okay, I’m always here to remind you”

“Have you tried riding a cock before?” his question caught me off guard, 

“What??? No I’ve never! Plus… you’re actually my first”

“Good, cause I will make sure that that person would die, if someone comes first on you before me. How about you become a good girl and right my dick, yeah? Prove me that you’re really sorry” I blushed at his statement but I didn’t bother to disagree with his request, I was at fault and I should make it up.

He’s leaning on the headboard right now, and Ii’m straddling his lap, while he lined up his cock in my entrance. I started moving down ever so slowly, but Jungkook was patient enough. But you know what they say, patience can also grew out easily, “What if it hurts?” I dumbly asked him, knowing that it would hurt more after seeing his size. He’s length is around 7 inch and it’s very thick, “It’s supposed to hurt, Darling” and with that, both of his hands pushed me down on his length, it hurt at first, but after a few seconds of adjusting, it felt like a bliss of heaven. I continued to bounce up and down on his length while moaning loudly as he played with my boobs, “Touch your clit, love” I did as what I was told and it was the best feeling I could ever imagine. Later on, I grew tired and cummed on his dick, but he didn’t stop there, instead he controlled my hip movement as he buckled is hips to reach his high and cum deep inside me. I was already pliant as black out after the session.

You may have not seen it, but Jungkook had the biggest grin of victory on his face, as he removed his now soften length inside your pussy. You’re already passed out, so Jungkook took the time to clean both of you as he covered your body with clean sheets. Little did you know, everything was recorded, from the moment the two of you step in his room. Jungkook would surely play the video sometime to jerk on you, and maybe use it for blackmail if you started acting up. But for now, you don’t have to know anything, what the two of you have, the thing that he made you believe, is already enough for him, cause he succesfully tainted you.

[moxfirefly]

"I'm not letting them go. They're mine. They've always been mine."

For a bestie mikey who is jealous, someone's taking readers' attention away from him?

These quotes are hard to work with XD

Ray, my beloved. Always coming in clutch 🤌

Rated Mature (suggestive themes)

Mikey felt a stirring next to him that prompted him to open his eyes. The midnight nap he’d decided on when you had sat next to him was disturbed and he wanted to groan displeased.

“Sorry Mike, I gotta use the bathroom be back in a sec.” That gentle hushed tone only served to help him drift back, almost at least. Woefully he accepted his best friend having to leave for a few minutes.

It was something of tradition at this point, falling a sleep next to you during movie nights. Mikey had wordlessly cemented the fact that he got to sit next to you and you had reinforced it by always finding your place next to him.

He took the second to stretch out, enjoying the pops of each achy limbs, patrol had been a bitch a few hours ago. He saw Leo konked on the armchair, Donnie in the kitchen making more popcorn as a sleepy April scrolled through Netflix to find something else to play.

“—Well im gonna need you in a bit to measure again, probably tomorrow too”

Raph’s voice rang from behind where he was sat on the couch. Mikey looked back to see him talking to you and holding your arm extended.

“Remind me why I’m doing this again?” He asked mocked annoyed as he used his pointer and thumb to measure your arm.

“Because I wanna win $100 bucks at work” You laughed when he moved to your other arm to do the same.

“What fucking weird job makes an ugly Christmas sweater competition?” He used both his hand to grab your waist, using it as reference for the torso of the sweater.

Mikey raised a brow ridge, why had he felt a pulse of something when he saw his brother man handling you.

“Hey if I win you’ve got $50 waiting for you, so make it as ugly as possible.” You arched your neck when he wrapped a hand around your neck and mumble something, clearly mapping out the measurements in his head.

That, yeah that felt really weird in the bottom of Mikey’s stomach. Why did Raph have to loom over you, hand around your pretty neck and smiling to himself.

“Well come by this week, I’m gonna need you while I’m making it.” He finally let go of you, and it took a second of trying to think straight to not jump Raph.

“Mikey and I are playing that new game where you romance all the hot people—“

Donnie piped in, “Baldur’s Gate.” You threw him a finger gun for the assist.

“Well ya think you can detach yourself from numb nuts for a few minutes at a time?” He asked playfully.

“Well you’ve got her measurements what more do you need, dude?” Mikey finally spoke up, making Raph and you turn towards his groggy annoyed face. “I got an idea but I gotta re-adjust or re-make whatever don’t come out right.” He spoke matter of fact, his gaze was mocking him.

“I can’t just take breaks between.” You offered to ease the sudden tension in the air.

“I’m sure Mikey can survive five minutes without ya, right buddy?” He clamped both hands on your shoulders and smiled at his youngest brother. “Man quit being handsy with her.” It came out before he could really assess what his mouth had vomited out. Under a different tone of voice it could’ve been taken playfully but this was the full opposite.

“Chill man, I ain’t stealing ya girl.” He chuckled and if Mikey could blush he would. He glared at Raph, not noticing your own blush creeping up your cheeks.

“Looks like it since you wanna keep her all week.” He was getting up now, less groggy and more peeved than anything.

“Mike—“ Your voice was gentle trying to ease the fast approaching boiling tension in the air.

“Aww, Mikey’s worried his bestie’s gonna be my bestie all week? Man just let it go.” Raph wasn’t even remotely serious poking fun at his younger brother.

“Im not letting her go. She’s mine. She’s always been mine.” He shot a deep glare at Raph, who face quickly fell upon hearing those words.

It took a few seconds for Mikey to fully comprehend what he had said and the implication behind it. His eyes went wide, landing on your own wide eyes and the blush that scattered itself further down your chest.

Fuck, what had he done?

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Vox HCs Entry #3

This is just some of my thoughts on whether Vox is a bottom or top after the fic. Low effort post after the fic haha

Apparently I forgot to post this yesterday.

Cw: NSFW 18+

- I personally think this man is a vers. But in a real relationship, he would ultimately have to be a bottom or the sex would suck.

As a top

- I get the feeling he'd just end up being an utter fucker even if he was trying to not be - meaning I think he'd just start chasing his release with no care for his partner's own at all. He'd be fast, messy with his pace, and would come way too quickly.

- And if he somehow managed to not devolve into this, he would get tired out way too fast because he's just not used to having proper sex as the topping party: falling apart on top of you pretty quickly and failing at topping you so spectacularly it's pitiful.

- So yeah, sex with him as a top goes 3 ways imo:

- 1. It's a Quickie but there's enough foreplay so you do get off

- 2. He tries to have proper sex but this guy falls apart at self-control and devolves into being an utter fucker and comes way too fast, embarrassing himself as all hell. You need to take over for it to go anywhere.

- 3. He doesn't start fucking you with abandon but gets tired, starts whining like a bitch and complaining his back hurts or some shit (this was meant as a joke but now that ive typed it I could actually see that and it's making me lmao 💀). It either becomes a Quickie, or you take over.

- It usually ends in him being mortified with embarrassment. Despite this though, he will literally always be gunning to be top.

As a bottom

- He is such an annoying brat. Will be bitching the whole time and trying to either 1. Gain back dominance of the situation to lead it into one of the above situations, or 2. Act like he has the control in the situation, and will be telling you to do things if it hasn't led to him bottoming from one of the prior.

- You need to tell him to shut the hell up and remind him he's bottoming. He will scoff and be pissy about it, but secretly, he enjoys it 100%. The dude needs to be in control of everything in his day to day life at all times or it will all fall apart. He probably likes not having to perform and be in charge through the whole relationship- even though he'd never admit that.

- I feel like him not feeling like he has to control everything and be perfect as a top - even if it's what would be typically expected of him by a lot of people - is a giant relief to him.

- If it has led to him bottoming after he's been on top though, then he'll be whiny for a completely different reason.

- If he's failed at topping, he's gonna be embarrassed as hell and will be seeking reassurance like no tomorrow for it.

- You can either use this as the chance to reassure him, or you can use it to degrade him. He will like both for different reasons.

- He does need reassurance after the degradation route though or he will be an absolute baby about it after the two of you are done.

[jjunsolos]

06. ; the date

synopsis - when your best friend dahyun offers to let you stay at her house, you really can’t say no. especially with how things are at the moment. what she didn’t mention is that her little brother lives with her too…

warnings - written, like one cuss word and mentions of food. none else i think !

wc - 773

author’s note - this was also a pretty fun write. also was anyone surprised?? like im such a plot twister😁👍🏽

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(Jungkook POV)

I walk through the door and almost immediately, I catch a whiff of the food that Y/n is making. It smells warm and it reminds me of my mom’s cooking, so I don’t question the smile that’s plastered on my face as I make my way to my bedroom.

After changing into something cozier (and taking a bathroom break), I make my way to the kitchen. Y/n seems focused on the food she’s making and that gives me the perfect opportunity to scare her.

I sneak up behind her and place my hands on her shoulders, causing her to jump with a high pitched squeal.

“Jungkook, you bitch! You actually scared me so bad, stupid.”

It’s only been like 3 weeks since Y/n first moved in, but we’ve become somewhat close enough to call each other names so I was really unbothered at her name calling, deciding to instead laugh at her like an immature middle schooler.

“You should’ve seen your face! Ahh priceless…” At that, Y/n rolls her eyes and continues to stir the food on the pot.

“You shouldn’t pull stuff like that if you still want me to cook food for you.” she claims, smacking the mint flavored gum that she’s currently chewing on.

“Whatever, mom.”

As she turns to grab a seasoning from the cabinet, I finally notice the fit she’s got on: a strapless light pink dress that only reaches down to the middle of her thighs paired with even lighter pink high heels. Her hair is done nicely as well and… is she wearing makeup?

“Where are you going tonight?” I ask. She turns to me with confusion written all over her face.

“I thought I mentioned that I have plans later tonight… did I not? Well, I-”

“No, you did. I’m just curious as to where you’re going…”

I didn’t mean to sound so nosey, but it’s been 3 weeks since I’ve met Y/n and I didn’t know that she… well, was in a relationship. As if she was reading my mind, she laughs.

“I’m just going out with a friend. You don’t have to worry, I’ll be home to cook you dinner.”

I could tell that she was just teasing but half of me was actually relieved. A friend.

Wait… relieved? Snap out of it Jungkook!

Y/n lets out a sigh as she turns the stove off. Then she turns to me with a smile.

“Your food is ready!”

Suddenly, her phone dings so she picks it up with a smile. She quickly types something before diverting her gaze back to me.

“My friend is here. Stay safe and call me if you need anything!” she says. She gives me a quick one armed hug before rushing out the door. With a heavy sigh, I watch her leave. At least I won’t be hungry.

Before anything else, I decide to put something on the TV before I eat. As I make my way to the couch to find the remote, I end up finding something else.

Y/n’s black puffer jacket.

I know that Y/n meant to take it because she literally goes everywhere with it. Plus, I can feel her wallet in the pocket. So what do I do? I take the jacket and sprint down to the parking lot. She left the house only 40 seconds ago, I think I’ll make it before she leaves.

And that’s exactly what happens. I manage to spot the top of her head amongst all the other cars.

“Y/n!” I yell, sprinting in her direction. This quickly catches her attention as she snaps her head towards me. She squints before realizing it’s me running towards her.

“Jungkook?” I pant as I inch closer to her, “what happened? Why’d you run out?”

“You forgot your jacket, dummy.” I say, slightly out of breath. She laughs before patting my shoulder.

“Thank you, dude. Hey, meet my friend… Mingyu”

At the name, I freeze and mentally beg that it isn’t the Mingyu I’m thinking of. But my begging is meaningless as I slowly peer into the car and, lo and behold, there sits Mingyu. My best friend Mingyu.

He seems to have the same expression on his face as we stupidly just stare at each other.

“H-hey bro…”

At this, Y/n’s brows furrow.

“You guys know each other?”

I chuckle drly, facing Y/n once again.

“Y/n… we’re best friends.”

Only one things goes through my mind as I watch Y/n’s eyes widen in shock, her head immediately snapping to the left to look at Mingyu.

“Shit…”

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Cupid’s Chokehold

Bam is completely, utterly, head over heels in love with you, and all his friends can do is wonder what the hell happened?

Bam Margera X Fem!Reader

(Fluff)

1.9k Words

Warnings: Suggestive content, crude language, alcohol, injury, drugging mention, jealousy

An: This request was by my ABSOLUTELY AMAZING friend, @camariesintrusivethoughts, so please go give them some love! I had a tricky time figuring out who this fic was going to be for before I realized that Bam would probably be the only one to ever be this obsessed with one person! XD Anyways, thank you for the requests, and please keep sending them in!!

“She has got you by the balls, man!” Steve, already shitfaced, smacked Bam on the arm as he wobbled on his barstool, “You could get all the pussy in the world, and you pick her?” He couldn’t believe it! Bam was on tv, which is pretty much open season on chicks, but he was still stuck on his hometown sweetheart from, what- high school? Fucker even had a photo of you in his wallet, like he was some solider going overseas. Bam took a swig from his beer, shaking his head with a knowing smile, “Listen, man- you just don’t know Y/N.” No matter how many broken tailbones of his you cared for or nights you carried- not dragged, carried him home from the bar, Steve would probably never get why he loved you so much.

You kinda had to be careful about what you said around Bam because he would do just about anything for you at the drop of a hat- like that time you mentioned how sexy he looked when he played guitar, and then every night for a week he practiced until his fingers throbbed and his fretboard was smeared with blood. It was worth it though, at least in his eyes. Bam still had those callouses, but he thought it was kinda cute because every time he felt their roughness, he was reminded of you. Or that time the two of you were out shopping at the King of Prussia mall and he caught you staring in a store window at this dress you knew you could never afford. A few days pass and guess what showed up on your doorstep? Yep. And a pair of matching heels too. You said jump, and Bam didn’t even ask how high. That’s how, when you asked Bam to give you a call once he got to the hotel, he ended up not only calling you every night but keeping you on the line forever when he did.

It had been two hours and Bam hadn’t moved an inch from where he was laying on the bed with his phone pressed to his ear, “Oh shit, really?” There was something really cute about the way he seemed so interested in what you had to say, even if it was a little excessive for you detailing the mundane activities that happened at the office that day, “Yeah! And then this bitch was like, ‘you would’ve known that if you read the email I sent everyone!’ Ugh. I hate it here.”

Just out of Bam’s line of sight, Ryan had been steadily creeping up on him. This is how he justified it in his head: they were best friends and this was for his own good, because from the looks of the other guys in the room, they were about one ‘Aww, no you hang up!’ away from strangling him. So something had to be done, and if that something was him hitting Bam with the pillow he was hiding behind his back, then that’s what was gonna happen. “You know, if you really wanted to, I coul-“ Before your boyfriend could finish his sentence you heard this loud thwack, followed by laughter. Bam’s words came out in a jumble, “Heyigottacallyouback, bye!” Before he abruptly hung up.

Quickly snatching a pillow from the bed, Bam whipped around to Ryan and delivered a well deserved blow to his head, “Dude, what the hell?” But he dodged, rolling to one side and pulling himself to his feet, “You’ve been on the phone long enough! All this, ‘Oh I love you!’ ‘No, I love you!’ crap!” It wasn’t hard for Ryan to block Bam’s wimpy swings, but it seemed the ensuing pillow fight diffused the remaining tension as Chris and Steve took up their own pillows, while Knoxville just sat back on his bed, pretty damn entertained at the four of them acting like teen girls at a sleepover.

That is until things got a little too rough and someone smacked their head on the sharp corner of the dresser, because it’s all fun and games until someone gets a head injury. Sufficiently exhausted, Bam laid back in his bed with a sigh, ready to call it a night right as the AMs rolled around, “C’mon, I’m not that bad, right?” Everyone seemed to simultaneously agree that yes, he was that bad- even Chris, who was both the nicest guy there and the one who was nursing the sore spot on his temple with a bag of ice machine ice, nodded in agreement. Kicking off his pants as Ryan laid down next to him, Bam rolled his eyes, “You guys’re assholes…”

Ryan blinked awake around six to Bam snuggling into his side, which wasn’t that odd of an occurrence given how often the two shared beds, but there was something in the way he giggled in his sleep, mumbling Y/N’s name to himself that made him make a note to ask him in the morning if he had any nice dreams last night.

Sure, Bam had other girlfriends before you, but it never got this bad. And it didn’t take that much to string him along either- coo a few ‘I love you’s his way and throw in a couple kisses, and he was putty in your hands. But more than that, what he loved about you was that you were always there for him: whether it be you bandaging him up after a stunt gone wrong or good-luck quickies before a skate competition, you always stuck right by his side, and Bam just went wild over you. But right now, this distance between the two of you was killing him, so he was thankful that filming on the tv series was wrapping up for the season soon and he could head back home to you.

Since Bam met you, every time Phill called him when some agent or an interviewer who was trying to reach him, every conversation seemed to lead to him talking about how amazing this girl was. You smile, your eyes, the way you laughed and cheered at his stunts- even the ones that weren't even that cool. You were special, not like any of those crazy chicks he falls for- the ones that break into his house, smash his computers, and smear pizza on the interior of his Lamborghini when he breaks up with them. She was the type of girl he could be proud to call a daughter in-law. And speaking of, with the way his son was talking about you, it wouldn’t surprise him if Bam ended up marrying you.

And as sweet as that sentiment was, Bam’s obsession had a tendency to get on the other guys’ nerves, like when they were piled in the van and, instead of participating in the usual bad behavior and mild property destruction he would otherwise be all for, Bam spent the whole time talking with you on the phone like he was some kinda lovesick teenager, completely ignoring the way everyone else in the van was talking shit about him. Ryan, who initially thought Bam was getting sick at the onset of this whole infatuation thing, was the first to vent his frustrations, “What the fuck with this girl? He doesn’t even have time for us anymore.” He was losing his best buddy to some girl- this never happens. “You jealous someone’s takin’ your boy toy away?” Despite his teasing, Johnny seemed to be the only one with anything positive to say, like the old romantic he is, “I think his thing with Y/N is kinda sweet, Y’know? I mean, in a Bam way.” Which is to say, in an immature yet sickeningly sweet way nobody can ignore. Steve, who caused a little too much trouble at the bar and earned the punishment of getting stuck sitting next to Bam in the van, kept his voice hushed as he turned around to the other guys, “Hey, Ryan. Maybe you could start fuckin’ him before skate competitions.” Which earned him a playful shove and a muttered, “Fuck you...”

It was then that Chris, who seemed to be the voice of reason here, brought up an interesting point, “I mean, we’ve never seen her before, right? What if she’s, like- really hot?” It was impressive logic, especially considering this was coming from a guy recovering from a head injury. Everybody murmured in agreement and decided that maybe they would hold off on slipping those sleeping pills into Bam’s soda to get a few hours of quiet. Funny enough, that next morning, Bam’s phone disappeared. Well, it didn’t really disappear- they all knew whose pocket it was sitting in- but nobody was too eager to let it slip. So there Bam went, looking high and low in the motel room while the guys sat back and twiddle their thumbs. “I swear- I just had the fuckin’ thing…” While he was looking under the bed for the tenth time, Johnny cleared his throat, leaning against the doorframe, “Maybe you, uh- you left it in one of the trailers on set?” He shot a look at a couple of the other guys and they agreed, nodding along.

It seemed every other word that came out of Bam’s mouth that morning had something to do with making a detour to the Verizon store, which surprisingly got on everybody’s nerves less than him talking about you. See, he didn’t have your number committed to memory, so it’s not like he could just borrow a phone from one of the other guys. You must be worried sick about him- god, he was such a shitty boyfriend. In reality, this couldn’t be further than the truth, but love can make you a little crazy. Despite the fact Bam spent all day on set sulking, once he got over the initial despair, he seemed to be acting a little more like himself, much to the pleasure and the preservation of sanity of all of those around him. For one night, one glorious night, everyone had peace and quiet- or at least as peaceful and as quiet the jackass guys could be. And Ryan got his boytoy back! On that subject, the guilt from stealing his friend’s phone was starting to eat away at him, so funnily enough it was that next morning he ‘found’ Bam’s phone, sitting conveniently on the nightstand.

It was nearing ten or eleven when you heard the doorbell go off. Oh, Bam must be back from filming, you thought, getting up from your spot on your couch: no matter how late or inconvenient it was, his first stop once he got home was always your place. He’d spend hours with you, eagerly detailing everything he and the guys got up to and ‘making up for lost time’ with you, which you couldn’t complain about. Still, you’re not used to someone being this into you, so you always got a little surprised at how excited Bam was to see you. And when you opened the door, there he was, illuminated by the glow from the light inside that shone out into the night, staring at you all wide eyed in awe. Tossing his duffel bag on the floor, your boyfriend didn’t even bother taking his jacket off as he nearly tackled you into a hug. God, he really knew how to melt your heart, didn’t he? Sighing, you reached up to hold him back, laying your cheek against his. Yep, this one’s yours.

[dddomenstarstwst1]

Hm I usually dont have many ideas but.. Deuce spade x amab!reader dubcon? Oh!! and even better if, like, reader is dubcon-ing Deuce on reader's birthday! Uhm btw this is my first time requesting smth so im sorry if theres anything weird! 🥹✨ Have a good day and take as much time as you need! 🫶

Yes, Deuce my boy, love him! Thank you for requesting, baby!

Birthday present (ft.deuce)

Warnings: sub!deuce, dom!gn!reader, amab!reader, dub-con, alcohol intoxication, drunk sex, bratty deuce, degradation, rimming, anal sex, spanking, name calling (slut, bitch), pet names (baby, babe)

a/n: i do not encourage having sex while intoxicated, this is just a fictional scenario. All characters are aged up and depicted as 18+ y/o

"Congrats again on surviving another year, [Name]!" Ace wraps his arm around your shoulder, a glass of red wine in his hand. You shake your head at his clearly drunk state, he can't stand still, shifting from leg to leg.

"Say, [Name], I think your boyfriend's had enough funny water already," you turn your head to the sound of Epel's voice, quickly looking in the direction he's pointing. You can see Deuce standing against the wall, face flushed red and eyes glossy. "My dude, ya gotta take him to bed."

You bid your friends goodbye, making your way to Deuce. Once he finally registers your presence, his face lits up, hands wrap around you as he murmurs something in your shoulder.

"What was it, baby?" Deuce lifts his head up, suddenly looking serious. He presses his lips to your neck and whispers against the skin.

"Want you..." You stand absolutely speechless, never expecting Deuce Spade to so openly tell you that. Your boyfriend moves his hand to palm your dick through the fabric of your jeans. You're pretty sure you heard your two friends scream "get a room, you two", but decide to ignore them.

Your room is enveloped in complete silence, a contrast to the ruckus outside. Deuce leads you further in the room, tugging your hand as he falls down on the bed, your weight on top of his. You've seen your boyfriend being bold and initiate sex, but the way his eyes are filled with lust raises goosebumps on your skin.

"I want you so bad. Touch me everywhere, rail me." Deuce's fingers find their way in your hair, closing the distance between your faces. His kisses, usually gentle and slow, are now messy and hurried, free hand tries to unbutton your pants as quickly as possible.

"Wait, hold on! Deuce, you're drunk. Let's do this some other time, when you're in the right mind."

"I said I want you to fuck me so hard I'd be unable to walk for the whole week! I want to scream your name and let everyone hear who makes me feel good. I think I'm in the right mind right now, do you?" You gulp and nod slowly. Too stunned by Deuce's sudden brattiness, you reach to pull your shirt over your head, tossing it aside.

Cyan eyes watch as you pull your pants and underwear down, shortly after following the same routine. All your attempts to control yourself crumble, when Deuce lets his hands roam all over your body, purposefully missing your aroused dick.

"Shit, fuck it!" With swift motions you turn Deuce on his stomach and bring his ass up. Your hot breath hits his exposed skin, shivers run down his spine, "Lord help you, if you forget what happens today after you wake up."

"You can always remind me tomorrow." You can practically hear a smirk in his voice, which only riles you up more. With a slap to his ass you let your tongue circle around his rim, the tip sliding inside. "Ah! It's fine, fuck me. I prepped myself..."

"You keep on surprising me tonight, babe. Is it the alcohol that brings out the brat in you?" You're not given a reply, but the way Deuce pants slightly louder is more than enough for you. Amused, you align your erection to his hole, not putting it in. "Gotta tell me what you want, Deuce."

"..." Slightly annoyed at being ignored, you lend a harsh slap to his ass. "Fu-uck! Fuck me! Please."

"Just what I wanted to hear, slut." Your dick easily slips inside Deuce, his face, though almost fully hidden in the pillows, is adorned by pink flush. You settle for a quick but steady pace, angle chosen perfectly as your tip brushed against his prostate with each thrust.

"Where'd your bratty attitude go, slut? Can't handle what I give you? Such a shame, you were trying so hard to rile me up. Yet, when I fuck you, - just like you wanted, mind you, - your dumb self goes whining like a bitch on me." As if to prove your words, Deuce lets out a high-pitched whine that grows into a loud moan.

Your boyfriend's legs tense, hole clenching around you, which means his senses are higher than usual. Alcohol did it's job, you think. Soon enough Spade starts bubbling and screaming into the pillow he had in his arms, hips struggling to meet yours in a desperate attempt to chase his orgasm.

With your name on his swollen lips, Deuce cums in white spurts that lend underneath him. He lays still, breathing a little rapid as his muscles relax slowly.

"Hey, did you pass out? Tch, and who asked me to fuck him so rough he'd be limping for a week? I didn't even get to cum, babe," you laugh under your breath, covering your sleeping boyfriend with a blanket, before scattering his clothes from the floor and placing them on the chair, "You owe me one, Deuce. Better pay back tomorrow morning."

You lay next to him, wrapping an arm around his waist and planting a quick kiss to his forehead.

"Goodnight, love."

[the-masculine-alpha]

Rugby Player Emasculated

In his entire life, Jerrod had never doubted that he was a real Man, a stand-up guy who could take care of himself, a dude other dudes respected. And all that made what had happened last night so incredibly hard to deal with. Last night, Jerrod had been fucked, fucked up the ass. Not once. Not twice. But more times than he could count. And not just by one guy, but by a whole group of guys who passed him around as if he was so much meat, who laughed and taunted him as a ‘faggot bitch,’ a pathetic ‘pussyboy.’ And they hadn’t just fucked him, they’d bred him, too, dropping load after load of their disgusting ball-scuzz deep inside his ravaged asshole, where even now it was bubbling and burbling, slowly slipping past his battered sphincter and dripping down onto his torn and ripped boxers, a disgusting, oozing reminder of just how totally Jerrod had been used and abused last night.

Jerrod had no idea why they’d picked on him. He’d been on his way home from work, two blocks from the subway, when he was suddenly surrounded by more than half-a-dozen dudes. Jerrod had grown up in the city and figured he could handle himself pretty well, but even he didn’t think he stood a chance against that many dudes, particularly given that more than half of them were noticeably bigger than he was. So when they muscled him into an alley, he let them do it. Maybe if he’d known what they were planning on doing to him he would have at least put up a fight, but he thought they were going to rob him and he didn’t have enough money on him to make getting beat into a pulp worth it.

And at first, when they asked for his wallet, it seemed like he’d read things right. But when, after he’d handed it over to them, one of the dudes sniggered and told him to take off his shirt, Jerrod knew that something else was going down. He’d struggled then, but he was no match for them and in less than a minute they’d stripped him buck-ass naked.

“On you knees, faggot, and suck my dick,” one of them ordered once he was naked. Jerrod tried telling them that he wasn’t a faggot, that he didn’t suck dick, but they just laughed and forced him down on the cement. And the next thing he knew, he had a hard cock stuck into his mouth. And then, one after the other, they face-fucked him. Brutally.

He was crying by the time the last one spewed his disgusting load of ball-slime down his gullet. He had never felt so befouled in his entire life. But, as he quickly discovered to his horror, they were just starting in on him. “Okay, bitch, let’s see how tight your cunt is,” the first dude he’d sucked off said. And the next thing he knew, Jerrod was on his hands and knees as the dude rammed his big cock up the boy’s virgin ass.

He was howling like a banshee as the first dude started coring out a cunt between Jerrod’s ass-cheeks. To shut him up, one of the other thugs jammed Jerrod’s underwear into his mouth and told him they’d beat the crap out of him if he spit it out. So, for the next four hours, Jerrod kept his stinking underwear in his mouth as they fucked him and fucked him and fucked him.

And the whole time they were fucking him, they were laughing and jeering at him, calling him ‘a dirty faggot,’ ‘a disgusting homo,’ ‘a pathetic excuse for a man.’ And Jerrod had to just stay there on the alley road and take it. Just like he was taking their cocks, one after the other.

The assault seemed endless and, at one point, Jerrod was afraid it was never going to end. But finally, after five hours of brutal fucking, it did. And the thugs who had used him so brutally, who had turned him into a bitch for their own sick thrills, gathered around him and gave Jerrod one last humiliation to endure as they emptied their stinking bladders all over him. And then, laughing and joshing with one another, they walked out of the alley, leaving Jerrod and his ravaged, ruined asshole spewing what seemed to be an endless supply of used fuck-spunk.

Once he was alone, Jerrod tried to get up off the alley but he was just too exhausted by the ordeal he gone through to even get back to his feet, though he did finally spit out the sodden underwear that he’d been holding in his mouth since they started fucking him. Then, he just collapsed on the cold cement, too out of it to even care if anyone saw him lying there in his totally bitched-out state.

[bxttxms]

Orchid Oasis

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words: 1,077

Summary: PJ falls in love very easily. Hazel works at a bouquet shop. They are both losers.

Note: HI! This is my first fic so like if you have any constructive criticism please tell me but I also made this late at night before a 6-hour shift so :D I hope you like it though, I know it's pretty out of character but I love thinking of PJ as a complete wreck around women and someone who falls in love very easily and I mean, look at Hazel. Like I was in love at first sight too.

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Unknown to most, PJ gets bitches. Even though she's never had her first kiss, a girlfriend, or any girl even slightly flirt with her, she has amazing "rizz," as she likes to say, and it makes Josie cringe every time.

From Josie's perspective, she has seen every one of PJ's attempts to get girls, and every time, it ends with a slur of curses and Josie having to comfort a wailing PJ outside of a Baskin Robbins with Snickers ice cream melting in her hand. So, when PJ grew another quick crush on a new, very obviously straight girl, she knew it was only gonna end in lesbian despair.

"She's just so amazing, Josie; she was all like, "Hey, I think it's your turn to order, so can you, like, move?" and I was like, "You can go first actually," and she was like, "OK?" ugh, you just had to be there."

"I was there; it was an extremely tough watch, actually."

"Yeahhhh" was PJ's only reply; she was already daydreaming about their domestic life together in a cramped Chicago apartment with 2 dogs. In reality, though, they were in PJ's dorm room, where Josie disapprovingly looked over at PJ, who was literally kicking her feet while thinking about the girl she'd probably never see again.

"You know, that new flower shop down the street from the movie place just opened; maybe you can get her a bouquet and express your undying love for her in a poem!" Josie sarcastically exclaimed while flailing her arms like a Disney princess.

Then, an idea struck within PJ.

"Holy shit Josie!" was all she said before suddenly jumping up.

"Wait, no, PJ, I was joking! You can't just leave; we have a class in like 30…minutes.."

Running down the street, PJ dashed to the old DVD place that's probably been open since the Roman times and searched for the previously mentioned flower shop. Once she saw the bright, pastel green exterior with flowers bordering the sign saying, " Orchid Oasis," she knew she found it.

As soon as PJ stepped into this place, however, she realized she was entirely out of her element. PJ didn't know shit about flowers, especially for girls. She'd never even received flowers before, let alone given them to someone. She saw a group of pretty purple potted flowers out of the corner of her eye that reminded her of the girls outfit, so she went up to inspect it.

"Hi! Did you need any help with-"

"JESUS FUCK" PJ shouted, and basically jumped out of her skin and knocked the poor plant over, shattering the pottery that was holding the aforementioned flowers.

She quickly turned around to yell at whatever teleporting asshole jumped behind her to make her piss her pants when she caught sight of the most bottomless blue eyes she's ever seen. They were wide with shock, staring at PJ like she was the one who snuck up on her!

"Dude, you scared the shit out of me! Do you always just sneak up on people like that?!" PJ blurts out before she can actually think about what she's saying. She should probably apologize, but fuck that, this weirdo shouldn't have snuck up on her!

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to scare you; you just looked confused, and I wanted to help if you were looking for something specific or something. I'm really sorry." She starts to ramble as she scrambles to pick the pieces of broken pottery up from the floor. Was this girl from Mars or something?

"What the fuck are you doing? You're gonna cut yourself!" PJ grabs her hands from picking up the broken pieces, which causes her to stop rambling and God. She looked up at PJ with the biggest puppy dog eyes she'd ever seen. She looks extremely panicked, making PJ both confused and even weirder, sad. PJ never feels bad for people, especially people who freak out about minor things, so why does she feel so bad now?

"OK…" PJ briefly looks down at her nametag that says, "Hazel :)." "..Hazel, so do you have a broom or dustpan or something to clean this up before you go all Jeff the Killer on your hands?" Hazel looks up into PJ's eyes so hard; they stay like that until the other girl realizes what she said and looks around.

It takes her a while to respond, but eventually, she replies, "Yeah right, broom, it's um, it's in the back. Let me…go get it."

She stumbles into the back room and emerges a second later, holding a bright yellow broom and a small handheld dustpan. She then bends down to clean up the dirt and clay everywhere. At the same time, PJ stands awkwardly, admiring the girl and taking a moment to examine her.

She looked like someone you'd find working at a place like this, down to her shaggy haircut, multiple bracelets and rings, and oversized green sweater that matched the store's vibes. She looked like someone who just jumped out of Josie's Pinterest page, aka the exact opposite of PJ's type.

And yet, for some reason, she's absolutely enthralled by her. Everything about her is just so endearing; it makes her forget about, whatever she was doing before. Wait, what was she doing before?

After Hazel is done cleaning up PJ's mess, she stands up and looks back at her. They stand like that again, the two staring at each other in awkward bliss, until the dark-haired one finally says with a sincere grin, " So, did you need any help looking for anything today?"

"Do you wanna go get coffee with me after your shift or on your break or whenever you want to, ya know? I'll pay to make up for the whole, yelling at you and knocking that over, then making you clean it up," PJ blurts out before she can even think about it. Smooth.

Hazel's face turns a lighter shade of pink. It's a fantastic sight, her hair slightly ruffled and her face flushed, and PJ can't help but let her mind wander.

"Um, I like tea better, actually." She responds while slightly giggling.

"Yeah, no, me too; I think tea's great actually."

"OK, my break is at 3, so if you wanna wait for a bit, then we can go?" Hazel was full-on beaming at this point; it was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen.

"3 is perfect actually."

[satansapostle6]

The Best Of The Worst | Charlie Kelly

Charlie Kelly noticed the pretty blonde girl just as Dennis Reynolds tried to make her into another one of his conquests.

Warnings: Mature themes/language. Violence. Sexual content.

Chapter Two

Chapter Three: Charlie Has An Idea

“Oh, my God!”

Dennis Reynolds rubbed his temples exhaustedly as he watched Dee rushing back and forth as she waited on tables, irritated with his sister.

“God damn it, Dee, you have four tables to serve, it’s not that hard, you goddamn bitch!”

The tall blonde ran around the bar with a tray half full of empty beers, struggling to find a streamlined pattern to travel the room in.

“Don’t call me a bitch, goddamnit!” Dee yelled back.

“I’ll call you whatever I want, you goddamn bird bitch!” Dennis shouted.

“Yeah! That that, you bitch!” Mac piled on.

In the midst of all this, Charlie was just rushing to the back room for the toilet plunger, unable to deal with all the stress today. He emerged from the back room with the toilet plunger to clean the bathroom with, sweating as he made his way past the bar.

“This is getting ridiculous,” Dennis said as he stood behind the bar, “We need to hire a waitress.”

“We have a waitress!” Dee exclaimed in disbelief.

“Oh, really? Who?!” Mac said confrontationally.

“Me!” cried shrilly.

“A real waitress,” Dennis spat, as if the response were obvious.

Just then, Charlie stopped dead in his tracks, dropping the toilet plunger as everyone in the room looked at him.

“A waitress!” Charlie realized, his eyes lighting up with opportunity.

“What is this?” Dennis asked, not understanding. “What are you on about?”

Frank Reynolds turned to look at him in his seat at the bar, silently eating a sausage patty that he’d brought with him from his apartment with Charlie in his shirt pocket.

“What if I said I could find us a waitress?” Charlie wondered.

“A hot waitress?” Dennis asked.

“Why do we need a hot waitress?” Mac questioned immediately.

Everyone ignored him, as usual.

“I mean…”

Charlie thought about for a moment.

“She’s pretty,” he decided after settling on words that felt right. “The prettiest, actually.”

“Then I’d be confused as to how you know the ‘prettiest’ girl,” Dennis answered promptly.

Charlie grew frustrated, not sure how to give a satisfactory answer.

“Remember Juliette?!” he asked.

“Who?” Dennis questioned.

“The waitress from Guigino’s. The blonde one,” Charlie reminded him.

Dennis’s eyes darkened automatically as it clicked in his brain.

“Yes.”

Mac saw Dennis’s strong reaction, and instantly became jealous.

“That bitch?!”

“I’ve been hanging out with her,” Charlie told Dennis, “She lost her job at Guigino’s. I think I could convince her to work here.”

“Wait, you’ve been hanging out with her?” Dennis scoffed, “Bullshit!”

“It’s true,” Frank spoke with his mouth full, “Past three days, he’s only slept at home once.”

Dennis turned to Charlie, his expression a rather disturbing mixture of impressed and envious.“You’ve been sleeping with that blonde girl?”

“No!” Charlie exclaimed, almost sounding disgusted at the question. “I’ve just been spending the night. We watch movies and stuff, we both sleep on the couch…”

“Charlie, Charlie, Charlie,” Dennis chided him, quickly coming around the bar and laying a hand on his shoulder, “I say this with love, but you, my friend, are an incredible waste of a beautiful woman.”

“Whatever, dude!” Charlie exclaimed, not appreciating how gross Dennis’s behavior was, “I actually like her! I’m not gonna try and have sex with her before I even know her!”

“Charlie, you go talk to that girl right now, and you get her to take that waitress job,” Dennis ordered him.

“What, no! Now I don’t want to!” Charlie cried.

“Why not?” Dennis demanded.

“Because! You’re just gonna try to DENNIS her,” he pointed out, appalled. “She’s not a girl you can just use! She’s nice!”

“They’re all nice,” Dennis promised him with a sleazy grin.

“No!” Charlie yelled, ripping his shoulder away from him. “I’m not letting you harass her!”

Charlie hardly yelled or get angry, but after that, Charlie abandoned the task of cleaning the bathrooms entirely. He stormed out the door of Paddy’s Pub as Mac and Dennis just stood there, staring at him in awe. Dennis was the first to break the silence.

“Since when does Charlie know the word ‘harass’?”

Frank just shrugged, washing down his lint-covered sausage patty with a beer.

*****

There was a knock on Juliette’s door as she sat on her couch watching TV. She threw the fuzzy blanket off her body, running to the door in her pajamas. She opened the door, not too surprised to see Charlie Kelly.

“Charlie!” she exclaimed with a smile. “Hey!”

“Hey,” Charlie said distractedly as she let him inside.

“What’s up?” Juliette asked. “Is everything okay?”

Charlie was initially unsure of how to answer that question, but then, in that moment, he got out of his head for just a second, taking the time to actually look her in the eye. Looking into her deep brown eyes, he had to stop and take in the rest of her, realizing how pretty she actually looked in her white tank top and pink Hello Kitty shorts.

“Uh… Yeah. Yeah, everything’s okay,” he promised her as they sat down on the couch together.

“You don’t look okay,” Juliette frowned. “You want a beer?”

“Yeah,” Charlie smiled gratefully, “Yeah, a beer sounds good.”

She nodded, setting down her own bottle to get up and grab another from the fridge. She came back and handed him a cold beer, settling into the couch once again.

“You don’t seem okay,” Juliette said softly, “If you don’t mind me saying.”

Charlie stopped for a moment, trying to decide what he should say to her. He noticed the way she’d been doing almost nothing but watching TV, day drinking, and chain smoking, wondering if she actually did need a job. Charlie didn’t know if he would feel okay with her working at the bar with Dennis and everyone else there, but he also didn’t know if more time spent unemployed would necessarily be the best thing for Juliette.

“Can I ask you something?” he asked after a while.

“Anything,” she nodded, sitting back and crossing her legs.

“Are you… happy?” Charlie wondered.

Juliette was confused by the question, finding it a difficult one to answer.

“You mean, like… in general, or right now?” she replied.

“I don’t know,” he sighed, giving up on the strange way he’d asked the question, “You said you’re looking for a new job, right?”

“Yeah,” she answered, not sure what the difficulty of the topic was.

“What if… I told you I could get you a waitress job, but… you’d have to deal with Dennis? And… a lot of other stuff,” he realized. “Would you wanna take it?”

She looked at him for a moment, seeing past the question at hand.

“Would you want me to take it?” she inquired.

Charlie considered the question, not having realized that his opinion actually mattered.

“I mean… I want you to have a job, if you want one,” he told her. “But I’d just feel nervous all the time with Dennis around you…”

“Why?” Juliette asked him.

“I don’t know. I’d just be scared he’d hurt you, is all.”

“He wouldn’t hurt me. I can handle guys like Dennis,” she assured him.

“No, I know,” Charlie nodded guiltily, “I just… I’d still feel guilty, just making you deal with him every day.”

“Then, I won’t take the job,” Juliette smiled, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze.

Charlie was surprised by her response. “Really?”

“Yeah,” she promised. “I could find a better job.”

“Good,” Charlie smiled, seeming glad. “I mean… You can always take it if you need it.”

“I know,” she promised him.

He nodded silently, taking a moment to calm himself as he realized everything had been resolved, and there was nothing wrong. He watched as she turned off the TV, trying to find something better to do to distract the both of them.

“You wanna play a card game?” Juliette asked, grabbing a deck of cards from the bottom shelf of her coffee table.

“I don’t know any card games,” Charlie admitted.

“I can teach you,” she offered.

He smiled, accepting the invitation. “Let’s do it.”

-

Chapter Four

[thethreeeyed-raven]

Boys

chapter one - Beach or nah?

chapter two - “I know you didn’t hire a fucking escort.”

chapter three - Matt’s first kiss.

chapter four - Who the fuck is this guy?

chapter five - “I get freaky.”

chapter six - “Well I’ll be damned, what an unusual hobby.”

chapter seven - ‘Tripod’.

pairing : Tim Klitz x Fem!Reader

word count : 701

warnings : swearing, mentions of sex, mentions of robbery, drug use

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One thing you weren't expecting that morning was for Matt to show up to school in Danielle's car, oh, and that Kelly also basically bust into the classroom unannounced.

It all started out with Matt reading over his speech whilst the teacher explained some shit no one was actually listening to. Eli had asked him if he was ready for tonight, it was his big scholarship meeting or whatever he said it was. Klitz tried to reassure him too. "Hey, don't worry man. You're gonna be great." Matt looked over at the other kid that was going to be making a speech, after all, the scholar ship could only go to one of them. "I have to be."

You noticed him look at the clock then through the thin window on the door. "Shit-"

All of a sudden, Kelly burst through the door, wagging his finger at Matt and shouting. "That bitch can't just run away just because she don't wanna fuck on film anymore!"

Everyone paused what they were doing and gawked at him.

"May I help you?" The teacher asked in a raised voice. Only getting shushed in response.

"Get up." He demanded.

"Okay, okay."

Kelly turned to Klitz and glared at him, making him avert his gaze as his head hung low.

He dragged Matt out of the classroom before turning around and telling everyone to stay in school.

"What the fuck just happened." You exclaimed, not caring of getting a scolding from the teacher.

-🦋-

Matt had called you about an hour after he was dragged out of class by Kelly, a pretty good time to be honest, as you all just finished the school day.

On the call, he sounded like he was in a hurry and asking you guys to fetch him. He explained everything briefly. Kelly had taken him on a drive, took him to Hugo's (another director) house and made him steal a dick trophy that was apparently supposed to be his.

"Okay, so what time does the dinner start?" Klitz asked in a hurry, whilst also trying not to go over the speeding limit. Yes, Klitz was driving. You thought it was pretty hot, and you couldn't stop looking at his hands. God, they were so big...I wonder what they would look like wrapped around- No! That is not what you should be focusing on right now, Matt's situation is more important.

"Six o'clock." Matt said worry, rubbing at his temples. His nose was bleeding from being punched in the face. "Why? What time is it now?"

"Six thirty." Eli answered from the passenger seat, you had to be squished in the corner behind the driver's seat.

"Oh my god."

"Dude, don't worry alright? We'll get there." Klitz tried to reassure him, it may have worked. "You know what? Try and-" He was cut of when Matt reached over and started to stroke his face. "Dude, what are you doing?"

"I don't know, I just-I feel so good." He leant back.

"Is this some goofy ah type shit or are you just high?" You asked, generally concerned.

Klitz quickly stopped in front of Danielle's house. You all watched as she ran down the front yard holding bags of clothes. Probably the outfits they were supposed to wear for the dinner.

She watched Matt hang out of the window with a bloody nose and disheveled hair, waving at her.

"Oh my god."

-🦋-

"I just feel so weird."

Matt was now dressed in his brown suit and Danielle was in her outfit.

"Don't worry, ecstasy is not that bad."

"What?" Both Eli and Klitz turned around in shock. You had to remind Klitz to look back at the road.

"Kelly likes dosing people with E." She informed you all.

You couldn't help yourself from making a remark. "Well I'll be damned, what an unusual hobby."

"Oh my god, am I gonna die?"

"No, no, no, it's okay Matt. You're gonna be fine, I promise."

Matt reached his hand out again to grasp onto Klitz's shoulder. "You're such a good friend Klitzy, I love you. I love you so much."

Your eyes widened and you slapped his hand away. "Stop trying to steal my man!" You had meant it as a joke, but it seemed like everyone else thought you were being serious, except from Matt of course, he was concentrating on the 'pain' in his hand.

[flameof]

I am going to be ranting about Oshi no Ko, a manga/anime series I have tried twice now to pick up, and dropped just as quickly each time, for a post now. I do not know when I will be done. If you love the series, that's all well and good, but I keep seeing it on facebook meme pages, and it has reached the point of annoying me more than Hazama angered me at the end of Blazblue Continuum Shift Extend. If you do not want to hear some nobody like me rag on one of your fav anime, then feel free to ignore me, I'm ranting for my own sake.

I'll start by opening with the fact that those facebook meme pages had basically spoiled everything before I so much as knew it was a show that was airing, so maybe that has something to do with my opinion, but whatever.

It also doesn't help that a lot of those memes boil down to 'Aquamarine has sex with character x', so that's certainly jaded my opinion.

My first real problem with it comes down to the premise. That is to say, the dark side of Japan's idol industry, and two reincarnators born as the children of their favourite idol. Starting with the first point, who in this day and age doesn't know that idol culture is a cesspool of scum and villainy? I know that idol fans are chaos incarnate; I've seen the shit that Vtuber fans get up to. So, already, I'm turn off by the fact that the show focuses on something I already know. Then there's the reincarnator thing... why do they need to be reincarnators? Like, really, why? Don't get me wrong, I like a good reincarnator. They make for some pretty decent isekai shows and manga (god knows I'm addicted to the villainess isekai sub-genre), but THIS is... just excessive. Why do Ruby and Aqua have to be reincarnators? Why can't they just be regular kids? From what I've seen, the only times when the reincarnator plotpoint is a thing is when it's just the two of them. And WHY, for the love of the Gods, are they trying to get into the industry that got their mother killed?

Which brings me to point two: the characters. Now, I'll admit, I only know the basic three characters from how far I got into the series, those being Ai, Aquamarine, and Ruby. The rest of the cast, I only know exist through those aforementioned facebook pages. I get that Ai's suppose to be the cliche 'dead anime mum', but how in the Gods' names does she manage to mix up her children's names? They look nothing alike. And like I mentioned in the previous paragraph, why are her kids trying to get into the industry? The same industry that, might I remind, KILLED THEIR SINGLE MOTHER?! It just makes no damn sense to me (but then again, here I am, bitching about an anime I've only grazed the surface of).

And finally, the last point I want to bring up: the artstyle. There's something... uncanny about it. I'm honestly not sure what it is, or whether it's deliberate on the artist's part, but I just... can't with it. Maybe that's the point, since one of the early lines is about how being an idol is 'living a lie', but when I look at any character, even Aqua in his previous life, I just cannot connect with them. I know the argument to that would be 'they're drawings, dude', but even in shows with such stylised styles (Madoka Magica, for instance), they use their artstyle well, and for shows like, say, the Fate/Stay Night movies by UFOtable, sure it looks 'realish' but there's enough fantasy and exaggerated style to offset that. Oshi no Ko, however, somehow feels like it exists in an anime equivalent to the uncanny valley, where the characters manage to look flat, while the eyes pop the most. Somehow, the characters just don't feel engaging.

Okay. Rant over. Only problem is that there's going to be a second season, and I'll have to deal with all this all over again.

[theres-a-clown-in-the-cheese]

1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 7, 10, 12, 20

1: I could be here all day, but to narrow it down to just one.... The dog. The myth. The Legend. THE WISHBONE.

2: Yuu Koito x Touko Nanami in Bloom Into You. I love these two with all my heart.

3: Well... I never watched The Mandalorian (and don't really plan to, for various reasons) but I'm sick of seeing Grogu/Baby Yoda everywhere. And speaking of Star Wars... Kylo fucking Ren. I've even seen people who dislike the Sequel Trilogy praise the character, but I'm sorry, he just fucking sucks. I'm pretty sure all the praise is because of Adam Driver's performance, and I can see it and feel so bad for the dude because he gave it his all, but they did him (and everyone else in those godawful movies) so, so dirty with those godawful scripts.

5: Hmm... I guess Touko Nanami. I haven't been through a major trauma like she has, but I too have severe issues with depression and self-loathing, and don't understand why anyone would like me. I just hope my story and self-esteem improves like it did for her.

6: Hmmmm! Lessee... there are several that remind me of one person I know. Twilight Sparkle, Daria Morgendorffer, Frankie Foster, Dib and Gaz Membrane... there's probably more I'm forgetting, but there's one person they remind me of. ;)

7: Hmm... Yuri Tamura from WataMote. We're quite similar and I'd love to just chill with her and watch movies with her, even those dark arty movies she seems to like ("BUFFALO 66!").

10: Limestone Pie from MLP? One of my favorite ponies, but I'm quite a lazy bastard, so we'd probably end up hating each other :'D

12: I'm not sure if "supposed to hate" is the right word since we were definitely intended to at least sympathize with her, but I've seen some fans hate on her (those people are wrong), so... Nanami Kiryuu from Revolutionary Girl Utena. My first impression of her was "Wow I don't like this bitch", and she can indeed be pretty horrible, but I quickly came to love her because she's such a hilarious bitch who fails harder than Tomoko Kuroki. And given a lot of what happens later in the show, yeah I also sympathize with her a lot.

20: Hmmm... one is definitely Batman. It's weird, I didn't read the comics or watch the movies (I DO vaguely remember catching part of Batman & Robin when my parents rented it, and I also remember it being this dark and serious film lmao), and didn't watch THAT much of The Animated Series, but Batman was the only superhero I really had a ton of action figures of. And years later, still my favorite superhero.

[darkdansdarkestdays]

"Yes, sweetie. Just hear me out, okay? I PROMISE! I SWEAR to you that your fears are entirely unfounded. From now on, I will degrade the shit out of you, I promise. Love? SHHEEEEITT, I am not even going acknowledge your humanity. I will never again kiss you. First of all, it shows too much actual affection, but also your mouth is going to constantly taste like my butthole. There will be constant alternating between viscious, maniacal ravaging of your pushy, mouth, and asshole. I read somewhere that this is actually dangerous and can spread infection, or something, but this sounds like a "you" problem. You will be my proxy for a deep-seated hatred of women, which means that measures will have to constantly be taken to ensure that your body's natural tendency to find sex pleasurable be counter-acted, cuz you feeling any sort of pleasure, frankly, just doesn't fuckin' work for me....I'd LIKE to perform one of those crude circumcision procedures still a thing in many Muslim countries....now, those dudes have shit figured the fuck out. You shouldn't be able to show your face here, either....and, if you get raped, don't waste law enforcement time with your female sob story, cuz their highly evolved justice system has correctly concluded that it was YOUR fuckin' fault. Now, unfortunately, treating you in this manner would land me in prison in this godless hell hole of a nation, so, forced circumcision is out. The nerves in your clitoris and elsewhere will stay,undeservedly. intact....so, we have to counter act them. Lit cigarettes, blowtorches,whips and chains (think you enjoy shit like that, huh? Lol....yeah, we'll see about that, won't we?) What I have noticed after years spent fulfilling my Divine Assignment of reminding the earth of women's rightful place on the hierarchy, which is to say, well below men. Y'all ARE still in the too 3 cuz chimpanzees are closing the gap quickly and dogs have already surpassed you. Remember Adam and Eve? The fall of man? Who ate the fuckin' fruit first? Yep, it sure was your ancestor. And, as everyone knows, it wasn't really about a fuckin' fruit, so....the only fruit in that story was Adam after he decided that he just HAD to follow the lead of his whore wife. Good plan, dipshit! Well, we have learned a thing or two since then, thankfully....so, we realize that, in order to make the experience of sex sadistically euphoric for us, but ultra traumatic to the point of imprisoning via manipulation of your own, horribly flawed sexusl devices, we cannot focus exclusively on the physical aspect of this equation. We need to assault your psyche, as well....and don't think that pulling your hair, while calling you names like "bitch" and "whore" then throwing in an occasional insult concerning your mother is gonna be the end of it....I proudly work on the cutting edge of this exciting new field and I am here to let you know that we have advanced much further than this stone age shit...fuckin' Gloria Steinem would probably ask for the occasional accusation of "slut" while being railed by some fuckin' black bull as her cuck husband strokes his pathetic little Peter nearby. We don't deal in vague bullshit here, woman. We tailor each verbal assassination attempt to the individual....that's right, we have investigated every inch of your past and uncovered your darkest secrets....these will now be weaponized by the best dark psychology experts on earth. I don't want to give too much away here, but can gloat about a referral last week who was, to be blunt, thinking she was hot fuckin' shit.....so, we solved that problem by actually treating her well until roughly, 3/4 of the way through the encounter, at which point, I made reference to a past jncident concerning her sisters husband, a bunch of quaaludes, and subsequent suicides of her mother and sister...wiped that smart ass grin off her face pretty quickly, I tell ya....so, it's just like anything else, if some degradation and subordination is good....more is absolutely better, and you are in line for the royal fucking treatment. Get excited!

Something like that, perhaps?lol

[extravaguk]

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: But above all things, the last thing you expected to happen when you came back was to show your tits and get pierced by none other than motherfucking Jeon Jungkook.

Jeon Jungkook. Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie.

wordcount: 15k

genre: summer!au, ex high school classmaters, kinda frenemies to lovers, tattoo artist!&piercing artist!jungkook, popular!reader

rated: m (fluff - smut - angst)

warnings: you broke jungkook's heart you bitch!! , oral sex (m&f), protected sex (shocking tbh), CL as your bestie it doesnt get better than that! idk i dont wanna spoil too much

author's note: fucking finally dude!! i've been writing this since february but school was kicking my ass. now that i finished my exams and mercury is in gemini i was able to finish it. if you read this, i hope you enjoy it!

Inkphoria

You've been standing outside the shop re-reading the word for fifteen minutes, although it definitely feels like it has been longer. You're gripping the flyer too tightly, rumpling the paper in your hand until you're pretty much sure it's ruined. It's the first day of June, and it's already too hot. The sun and humid weather are causing beads of sweat to form in your hairline and your white tank top to stick to your skin. Your jean shorts didn't feel this uncomfortable a few hours ago and you're sure the heat is causing your mascara to transfer to your eyelids and lower lashline. You've never needed a slushie and a smoke this bad in forever, even if you knew the later would make your parents lose their shit.

Inkphoria

You read it again. Your brain is trying to guess what font its written in, an excuse to try to steady your heart beat until your nerves ease a little and you can finally gather the courage to step into the damn shop. You've noticed a few people passing by giving you strange looks because maybe it hasn't been fifteen minutes. Perhaps you've been unmoving like an idiot in the middle of the street for longer than you want to admit.

Chaelin's voice echoes inside your head.

'Its not that much of a big deal. It's not even that painful, trust me.'

You wish you could trust your best friend, but your best friend is also the same woman who assured you Cats was the movie of the year. Yes, not 'Cats: The Musical'. 'Cats', the movie.

'And this could be a great start to get out of your comfort zone and start living your life exactly the way you want to, not the way people expect you to. Not the way your family wants you to, not the way Adam wanted you to.'

But although her credibility could sometimes be questionable - like that time she also told you she'd tried marmite and 'honestly, it's not as bad as people make it out to be'-, you also didn't trust anybody in this world as much as you trusted her. She had always been your entire support system, the only one around you who never sugarcoated, who always treated you as an equal, who was always there for you to help you discover yourself and, at the same time, remind you of who you were.

'And it's gonna look so hot, too.'

That's it. Sticking the wrinkled flyer on your back pocket, your feet finally start moving. It doesn't take longer than three strides and you're pushing open the door.

The first thing you notice is that, thankfully, the shop is empty. The second thing you notice is the bright sky blue walls, a green undertone peaking through. Your eyes scan nervously the interior. Frames with tattoo designs and people modeling other different designs decorate the walls, some skateboards also hanging from the ceiling. A few plants in the corner, and two leather couches on either side of the room. Your scanning stops on the counter, where a girl with short, platinium hair and -what you guess is- the eighty percent of her body inked. Face included. She's been looking at you, a smirk tugging at her lips. Her tone is amused when she speaks

"Hi." she says. "You can come closer, you know? We don't bite."

Great. As if you couldn't feel more out of place, apparently you also couldn't look more out of place.

"Sorry." you gulp as you walk forward. "It's my first time doing anything like this."

She laughs this time, but it's not mean. It's not mocking, thank God, and the smile she sends you is as warm as the weather, friendly, luckily helping you calm down a bit. "A virgin, huh? JK's gonna love this." your eyes jump in surprise, but she's fast to wave her hands in front of you. "Just a joke. So, first time getting a tattoo. You have something in mind, honey?"

"Um, no. Not a tattoo. Not yet, I think." you wet your lips, regretting not reaplying chapstick before stepping inside. "A piercing."

"Oh! Cool!" she claps her hands, too excited for your own taste, pulling from under the counter a catalogue. "So, where will it be? Cartilogue? Nose? A lot of people are getting their septums pierced right now, though, so you might-"

"Nipples. Like, one of them."

Her gaze finds yours in surprise, although her face swiftly transforms again into an amiable expression. "Now, that's badass. Alright!" she skims through the pages of the catalogue until she finds the nipple piercing collection. You scratch your head before wiping your forehead sweat-free. "You can pick either barbells or hoops, although barbells heal faster and they don't move around as much. There's different kinds of metal, too. Gold or platinium. If your skin is sensitive, I recommend titanium. It's hypoallergenic and not as problematic."

The blonde keeps talking as you nod your head, a smile making its way into your face while silently thanking her for her easygoing personality. It quickly makes you feel comfortable and stupid for being so terrified of doing this.

Once you decide, settle on the cost and sign the papers, she stands up from the stool she'd been sitting on. "Ok, I'll go tell my coworker. He's been sketching tattoos all morning, it's time he gets to work!" she laughs, but suddenly your smile banishes and your throat shuts down.

"He?" your alarmed tone halts her motions and she looks back at your frightened expression.

He? A he is going to pierce your nipple? You're about to let a random stranger, a HE, see and touch one of your boobs and then pierce a needle through one of your nipples?

"Oh, baby, don't worry. I'd do it myself if I knew how to, but I only do tattoos. Most of our staff are on summer vacation so it's mostly just him and I. If you don't feel comfortable, which is totally understandable, you can wait until september when Minzy comes back and she can do it for you." It's her turn to scratch the back of her head as she adds: "but trust me, we're professionals. He's not a creep or anything like that. He's been doing this for a long time. He won't cross any boundaries."

September? You won't even be here in september. Fuck.

Sure, you could do it when you move back into the city. But this summer was supossed to be the summer. You already decided after your breakup with Adam that there would be no trace of the old you. That it was time to push yourself, to do the things that you've always wanted to do, unapologetically. To find the new you, the real you. To stop being scared.

So after going through you options for a few seconds and taking a deep breath, you make up your mind.

"It's fine. I can do it."

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"JK, sweetheart!"

Jungkook is finishing drawing a Chinese dragon when Mijoo opens the door without knocking. Again. He puts the pen down, rubbing his eyes. It's monday, a slow monday, not much work, and he had hoped it would stay that way until closing time. It's summer and Jungkook hates summer. He hates the heat, he hates being drenched in sweat, and he hates the fact that he can do nothing about it. Because working in the summer is terrible. Summer makes him lazy, makes him want to bathe in a tub full of iced water and not get out until he turns into a raisin and october comes. It makes him irritable. Summer makes him annoyed by people -like Mijoo, even if he loves her to death- and himself.

"I got a girl here who wants a nipple piercing, her first piercing by the way, so get your shit ready and bla bla bla. Straight titanium barbell. Also, don't flirt and don't be creepy. She almost ran away when I told her a male was going to be touching and piercing her tit, be mindful of that. She's too cute, if you want to get her number you should wait until it's done. I think that's it. I'll bring her in in a minute."

Mijoo leaves as fast as she talks, but Jungkook is already used to it. He's already used to the headaches her mouth causes too. He sighs before standing up, tying his too-long raven hair into the best bun he can manage. He washes his hands, sets the table up, sits on the chair and puts the gloves on. He's too busy sterilizing the jewerly when Mijoo comes back with you.

"Alright, my babies. I'll leave you to it." she turns to you. "He'll explain everything, from how the process will be to how to take care of it after it's done." she leaves before saying bye, closing the door behind her, and then he finally turns to you.

Your eyes meet and suddenly everything stops. He almost drops the sterilizing machine, his whole body tensing, going into panic mode as he recognizes you immediatly. His hands shake.

Of course he does. Of course he recognizes his high school crush. The too goody two shoes, too pretentious and too rich, too good for everybody and, most importantly, 'too good for Jeon Jungkook' girl of his high school dreams. Of course he recognizes the girl he had confessed his stupid crush to when he was sixteen. Of course he recognizes the girl who rejected and broke his young and foolish heart when he was a dumb teenager.

It doesn't matter that six years have passed ever since. He still knows every lock of your hair like the palm of his hand. He still remembers the shape of your lips and the exact shade of your eyes. He can still identify the body he fantasized about -and jacked off to- when he was a hormonal teen, now filled in all the right places. Now a grown woman.

Just one look at you after years and years of pining is enough to almost make him faint. And grow a boner under his jeans.

And by the look on your face, your eyes wide and your mouth agape, you recognize him as well.

Dammit.

He schools his features and clears his throat. Forces his body to relax and compose himself, because he's not a teenager anymore. He's also a grown man, who has matured, who now has much more experience with women than he did back then. He had already embarrased himself enough when he was sixteen to be doing it all over again. You're just another attractive girl in a sea of attractive women.

He turns to you. You still haven't said anything. Neither has he.

"Um, you can sit on the table." he manages, motioning to the set up in front of him. He watches you taking doubtful steps until you're sitting down, your eyes avoiding his gaze. He almost forgot you were here to get pierced. Holy shit, you were here to get pierced. To get your nipple pierced.

You're a professional, Jungkook. You can do this, Jungkook. You've seen boobs before, Jungkook. You've pierced nipples before, Jungkook.

Clearing his throat again and forcing his hands to stay by his side, he speaks. "The... The top." your gaze finds his, like a puppy about to get scolded. You look at your top, realization dawning on you. "You don't have to take it off. You can just pull it down."

So you do, pulling the straps of the white tank top down and dragging the fabric down with trembling fingers. No bra. Jungkook gulps as your breasts comes into vision. As perfect as he had imagined years ago. His cock twitches. Round, full, perky and so damn inviting he has to hold himself back from latching onto one nipple with his mouth around it and swirling his tongue over the nub until you're a pretty, moaning, little mess on his piercing tabl-

He closes his eyes for just a second before reminding himself to act like the 23 year old Jungkook he's tried so hard to become. The confident, assured Jungkook he is.

"Okay, this is how it'll go. First I'll clean it and scrub it to get rid of any bacteria." he's so glad he hasn't stuttered yet. 23 year old Jungkook doesn't stutter like 17 year old Jungkook. He's also glad he can pick the alcohol bottle and the surgical scrub without trembling. When he faces you again, you're watching his motions with your lip caught between your teeth. That has him swallowing the lump in his throat.

Making eye contact with him again, you take a deep breath and offer a small nod, so he gets to work. He can show you and himself he's a grown man. A grown man who can pierce a nipple without appearing like it's the first time he's seen a boob in his life. The sooner he does it, the sooner it's over.

Jungkook wets the paper towel with alcohol before carefully wiping over your nub with it. Your back arches, probably from the cold feeling, he guesses. He rubs it a few times before throwing it in the trash can nearby. He avoids looking at how enticing the soft peak is salluting him when he reaches for the marker. He doesn't say anything when he dots it with it, jaw clenched and his dick painfully stiff.

"Lay back." his voice low as he commands, turning away to get the clamp. When he slides closer, he tries to ignore the view: you, with your hair sprawled and your sweaty, shiny skin and your eyes focused on the cieling, nipple fully erect, like the star of one of his most erotic dreams. He extends his free gloved hand before he can stop himself, fingers carefully working the nub until he's sure it's painfully hard. Almost as hard as he is.

You gasp, your back arching again. He stills and looks at you, your cheeks flushed pink. Probably from the heat, he guesses again. Or at least that's what he tells himself. He can't stop himself from wondering how responsive would you be in a different setting, most likely his bed while his teeth play with your breast and his cock dives into-

"You okay?" he studies your face, your eyes not meeting his and instead still focusing on the white ceiling.

"Mhm." you reply with a small voice.

"Relax, alright? It'll be over soon." his voice is as gentle as he can, his fingers mindlessly caressing your breast to try to soothe your nerves. Or maybe it's just because he's a selfish bastard. Whatever it is, he forces himself to bring the clamp to your nipple, securing it around it.

"Take a few deep breaths. This will only take a second of pain and then it will go away." He misses the way your mouth falls open, but he doesn't miss the way your eyes squeeze tight as the needle goes in.

"Ah!" he definitely doesn't miss that either. He goes rigid for a second, because that didn't fucking sound like a cry of painfulness. It's breathy, and whiny, not too loud and, for fucks sake, if that's how you sound when you're getting fucked, he swears to God-

He feels your heartbeat under his hands when he puts the barbell in and then the bandage over it. He takes a look at you, chest moving up and down. And then you take a look at him and what he sees is almost enough to take you right there.

Reddened cheeks, drops of sweat framing your face and those eyes glazed with something he's seen too much in the women he's fucked throughout his life. They're half lidded, mascara adorning your long lashes and almost smudged, looking right through him.

"Jungkook..." and your voice, as you say his name -acknowledging him for the first time since you stepped into his shop, for the first time since you were sixteen-, it's hoarse, almost inaudible, like you just came all over his-

He's on his feet in an instant like he's been burned. "It may bleed for the first week, and it can be really sore. The swelling will eventually come down." he's quickly tidying up the table, a bottle in his hand that he hands to you without looking directly. "Wash it gently with this soap and warm water once per day. Don't touch it. Wear a comfortable...bra. If it gets crusty, clean it with saline. Not alcohol or any other thing you might clean a wound with. The soap I just gave you or saline. Nothing else."

He's pacing around the room as he takes his gloves off and throws them in the trash bin, too agressively maybe, then he keeps rambling, like he's hurriedly trying to make you leave as soon as possible. "Avoid pools and the sea. It takes about six months to a year to heal, so don't... don't touch it, don't play with it or..." he clears his throat, "don't let anyone else play with it. And if it gets infected, come back immediately and I'll take a look at it." which he honestly hopes it won't happen. When he faces you, your top is back on and you're getting off the table.

"Alright, um...I'll do that." clearing your throat, your hand gripping the doorknob. "Thank you."

But right before you can exit the room, Jungkook says your name.

"_____." when you turn around to face him, it takes a few seconds for him to make eye contact from across the room. "It was good to see you."

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"Let me see!"

It's the first thing Chaelin says when she opens the door to her appartment. It's on the second floor, small enough to compare it to most expensive appartments you'd stayed in throughout your life, but big enough for Chaelin, her cat and her -impressive- collection of acrylic nail kits and pairs of high heels. It's also big enough for her to offer you the only guest room until summer is over so you didn't have to, one, stay at your parents' place, and two, find an appartment in a short period of time for a short period of time.

When you left years ago, you did so with the thought of 'never looking back'. You never really expected to return here, of all places. Maybe visit your best friend for a weekend at most, have dinner with your parents on a saturday and then go back to the new life you'd made for yourself on a sunday.

But that was before you'd caught Adam cheating.

Tale as old as time: childhood sweethearts get engaged, move in together, son of a bitch sleeps with the assistand he told his girlfriend not to worry about, and then the brokenhearted girl packs her bags and leaves the cheating bastard begging for her to come back.

You'd be lying if you said you were surprised.

Throughout your life, you'd learned to expect many things, regardless of being sheltered and babied by your family since you were born. Watched too much Maury and Dr.Phil. Too much Gossip Girl to know what the deal with life really is.

So, thankfully, you'd only shed a few tears, mostly because your ego and self steem were slightly triggered. You'd realize long before that your feelings for Adam started to disappear once he popped the question and you said yes. Your love story began as teenagers but soon after graduating, the two of you went on different paths: you'd matured, grown into your twenties while he got stuck at 17 and never stopped acting as such.

So yeah, whatever, break ups are hard. But they're not as hard when the love is gone and the sole reason to stay with your partner is to please your parents. You were also right when you expected your mom to tell you to 'forgive and forget' because 'those things just happen, it's not a big deal, honey'.

But above all things, the last thing you expected to happen when you came back was to show your tits and get pierced by none other than motherfucking Jeon Jungkook.

Jeon Jungkook. Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie.

The lanky nerd with braces, glasses and an anime obsession much bigger than his hentai obsession, which is saying a lot. The shy, awkward classmate who'd stuttered his undying crush for you when you were just kids. That one who you had rudely rejected like the bitch you used to be in high school.

But my God, Jeon Jungkook was anything but a kid now.

You were shocked. You were gagged. Couldn't seem to fathom what was happening and what your eyes were seeing. It took you a while to close your mouth when you realized JK was Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie.

With messy black hair, a smoldering gaze free of glasses, piercings adorning both ears, and his right eyebrow,, the braces long gone showing perfectly straight - but still bunny like- teeth. The clothes he wore were loose, all black, but it was impossible not to notice the muscles of his back and arms, covered with tattoos from his hands to his forearms. You'd bet there were more of them underneath the fabric.

It was awkward at first. You didn't know what to do, or what to say. Didn't know if he rememberd you. So you chose to stay quiet while your body chose to react like it had never been in the presence of an attractive young man in it's entire life.

And oh, did it react.

He was reluctant, his old timid demeanor peeking through his newly adopted persona. But as soon as those hands came in contact with your skin, your whole body was lit on fire. Like you were 16 and losing your virginity over again and it was the first time a dude touched your boobs.

There shouldn't have been anything erotic about it -besides the fact that your entire breasts were exposed-, it should've been just a professional procedure. But those gloved fingers touched and pinched and suddenly you were too aware of Jeon Jungkook and the way you were starting to sweat profously, not due to the heat of the season.

You tried to distract yourself by looking at the cieling and not at his gorgeous face. Tried to avoid thinking about Jeon Jungkook and how his mouth would feel wrapped around you. Tried not to think about the way your panties were a second skin to your folds, and how tempted you were to grind your hips until you recieved some sort of friction with the jean fabric of your shorts. You wonder if he noticed you squeezing your thighs together. You hope not.

And then the needle happened. You never thought of yourself as a particularly kinky person. Sex with Adam was boring for the most part and you'd lost your libido for a long time. Stopped thinking about sex altogether. But the pain. The pain mixed with his hand rubbing soothing circles on your breast and his voice, as sweet as honey, guiding you through it. It made you reconsider a lot of things you'd once dismissed as 'weird' or 'deviant'

You swear you almost came right on his table.

And then your eyes connected, you made the mistake of calling his name like a satisfied woman who still needed more, and it was all gone. He stood up like a scared cat, gave you a bunch of explanations about the aftercare that you barely grasped without even looking at you and pretty much rushed you to leave.

So you walked, all the way from the tattoo parlor to Chaelin's appartment, mortified, and completely humilliated.

"Are you gonna let me see or not?" your friend says expectantly as you finally sit down after chugging a glass of iced water. You sigh, placing the glass on the table before carefully pulling down your top. "Oh my God, it looks so cool!" she gasps and you can't help a smile while she studies it in amazement. "Did it hurt?"

"Um, I guess." you keep out the part where you almost orgasmed, obviously, stopping her hand from touching when she reaches towards you. "Wait, no. He said something about not touching it for like six months or a year, I don't remember."

At that, Chaelin's eyebrows quirk up. "He? It was a he? Was he cute, at least?"

"You won't believe this..." looking away for a few seconds, you take a deep breath. "It was Jeon Jungkook."

There's a pause, a silence that fills the room when Chaelin's jaw drops. "Jeon Jungkook...pierced your nipple?"

You close your eyes, bracing yourself for what you're a hundred percent sure is coming.

"Ha..." there it is. "Ha ha..." you still know there's more. "Ha ha ha..."

Chaelin laughs hysterically for about God knows how long, while you keep drinking your glass of water unfaced, your mind drifting back to Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie, his tattoos and his stupid gloved hands.

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You know he's here.

Everything was cool, you were doing alright, having a great time with your vodka sprite in hand and your cute white bikini on. Chaelin was by your side, the guys were excited to have you back and thankfully, you'd avoided most questions about Adam and they'd avoided digging too deep into the topic. You'd sunbathed the whole afternoon, kept away from the water like he'd told you and ate the Hawaiian pizza Yoongi insisted on ordering despite Namjoon's and Jimin's complaints.

It's at night, when you're a little tipsy and your cheeks are flushed, that you feel it. You'd barely noticed Taehyung disappearing to let in a new guest.

You don't see him, but you feel him.

You're sitting on the pool tile steps, legs dangling and the water baely reaching your belly to make sure it doesn't touch your very sensitive and newly pierced nipple. Your back is facing the sliding glass doors of Hoseok's house, but the moment you hear his voice, smooth but animated as he converses with Taehyung, your body wakes up immediately, back straightening, goosebumps forming on your arms and nipples tightening against the fabric of your two piece.

You don't turn around, instead opting for downing the remaining of your drink and coming to the realization that, of course, Taehyung, social butterfly who'd always got along with everybody and remained friends with most people from high school, still keeps in touch with Jungkook.

You ignore him when he enters the pool, still peering from the corner of your eyes while pretending to be engaged in Chaelin's and Jihyo's conversation. Your mind sabotages you by taking you to that day a week ago at the tattoo parlor.

To the warmth of his hand, to the few strands of hair that his small ponytail couldn't keep together, to the way his eyes focused on such an intimate part of your body, to the endless ink decorating his skin, to-

Great. Now your bottoms are wet and not due to the water.

You don't miss Chaelin supressing a laugh and her not so subtle elbowing. You glance at her in warning and try to keep calm for the next fifteen minutes until Jin proposes moving to the living room to watch a movie.

"I'm gonna stay here for a little longer, guys." you say, after clearing your throat. You needed some time to gather yourself before being in a confined space with Jungkook.

"Are you sure?" Jin stops by your side to place a hand on your shoulder as everybody starts exiting the pool. "It's Mean Girls! You love Mean Girls! You never miss a minute of Mean Girls!"

Rolling your eyes, you wave him dismissively. "I know every dialogue on Mean Girls like the back of my hand, I think I'll be alright, Jin."

When everybody finally leaves, you take a deep breath, covering your face with your hands in an attempt to get him out of your head. Damn Jeon Jungkook and his irresisitble glow up.

"You okay?"

The unexpected voice startles you, a gasp finding its way out of your mouth and causing you to jump on your seat, heartbeat erratic as you instantly recognize who it belongs to. Your hand grasps your chest as if that would do anything to protect yourself against him.

"Shit, don't do that!" you say, the words almost getting stuck in your throat as you see him approaching you, still submerged in the pool. The more he nears you, the less water depth there is and the more visible his torso comes into view. Wich was exactly what you'd been avoiding.

Because Jeon Jungkook was ripped, as you'd imagined when you first encountered him.

Broad shoulders and strong biceps and chiseled abs and veiny forearms. Drenched hair, a full sleeve of tattoos and water dripping from delicious tan skin and all just so very hard. That paired up with a loopsided smile that does nothing but make you shudder.

"Sorry." he doesn't sound apologetic at all when he says that, the smirk adorning his features telling. "You just seemed a little off." you advert your gaze when he pushes his hair back.

"I'm fine, just...just wanted to be by myself."

"Oh" Jungkook's smile disappears. "I can leave, if you want me t-"

"No!" you're not sure where that comes from and neither does he, judging by the look on his face when your eyes find his. Eyebrows raised and mouth slightly parted, he's as surprised as you and there's an awkward silence for a few seconds. "Um, you don't have to. I mean, it's not my house, you can do whatever you want." you sniff and tame your voice, trying to seem cool and collected like you didn't just practically beg him not to go.

Ironic, considering this was exactly what you had been fearing for the past thirty minutes.

And then he smiles. A knowing smile. A smile that says 'you just totally checked me out and now you don't want me to leave'. A smile that you would have never associated with Jeon Jungkook of all people years ago. A smile that makes you want to look away but still keeps you in place.

"Sure." he says, closing the space between the two of you slowly but still leaving enough distance. "So, how's it going?"

You clear your throat, head high and determined not to let this man, or any man for that matter, turn you into a trembling mess. You're still you and you're not easily shaken by the opposite sex. Or at least that's what you helplessly chant in your head.

"Everything's cool. I'm on summer vacation now," a little white lie, "so I decided to-"

"The piercing." he says, the smile never leaving his face. "I meant how's the piercing."

"The pier- right." you almost miss the step he takes forward, all too aware of his height over yours but thankful for the centimeters that being propped on the stairs added to yours. "It's-" you almost, almost miss his knee touching your knee and him slightly separating your legs with his own inch by inch. Or how your thighs open unvoluntarely to welcome him in and how you can barely find coherent words to speak. "It's doing-" or the way his smile disappears and is instead focusing his dark stare fully onto yours.

"It's doing well." you finally say in a whisper, not being able to bring yourself to be louder.

He hums. "May I see it?" Jungkook wets his lips with the tip of his tongue and the action and his voice is enough to make you nod your head, bewitched.

His movements are unhurried, his hand coming up to tentatively come in contact with the flesh of your clavicle. His fingers skim through your skin upwards, his touch is feather-like when it wraps around your throat. You pant, and he stops but he doesn't move away, his eyes still focused on yours, studying you, daring you to pull back, to tell him to back off. But just a simple touch of his and you're fully under his control. It reminds you too much of the day you got that damn piercing.

Your lips are parted and for a moment he stays just like that. His body so close to yours but not close enough, and his hand slightly gripping your neck. Your pussy clenches around nothing and you can't wrap your head around the fact that something so simple sets your entire being alive and leaves you aching.

Then, as slow as he started, his hand travels from the front of your neck to the back, pushing your hair aside to carefully untie the straps of your bikini. He breathes through his nostrils, doesn't make a sound. He seems so collected it's starting to annoy you.

Instead, your breathing is ragged when the top falls down, exposing both your breasts to him. That's when he removes his eyes from yours and his jaw clenches. Your nipples perk up under his gaze, like they remember him and the effect he had on them just a week ago. You're at least glad you're not the only one affected but he seems to be a master at keeping it under wraps.

Then, his hand moves again, leaving goosebumps on your skin as it goes south. Jungkook takes his time, so deliberate you want to scream, until he's cupping your pierced breast, keeping away from the nipple just like he'd advised you a few days prior. You can't look away from his face, from his eyes observing you like you're a full course meal and he's been starving for days. You feel drops of water falling from his hair to your thighs, his thumb caressing your skin so delicately as it faintly nears your still tender nipple. Just nearing it, never touching it.

"Beautiful." his murmur is almost imperceptible and for a moment you think you've imagined it. Your back arches on its own, breast pushed against the palm of his hand, almost like your body is begging him to come closer, to touch you more, to feel you all over. He meets your eyes briefly, gauging your reaction, before going back to your chest. Suddenly, the grip on your breast tightens, fingers ever so softly squeezing your flesh. From your throat comes a mewl, your eyes shut and your legs close around his waist.

"Jungkook, please..." you whisper when you open your eyes. He looks at you, unvertainty written all over his face, lips bruised as if he had been biting on them too hard, gaze as glassy as yours. And just like that, the spell is broken. He blinks and his expression changes completely. Lips forming a straight line and jaw tight. His hand retracts, fixing your bikini top over your breasts before tying it around your neck like it originally was. Meanwhile your eyebrows crunch in confusion. But when you're about to start asking questions, he clears his throat.

"It's healing okay." he steps back, avoiding your eyes. "I'll see you inside."

Jungkook leaves the pool like nothing happened.

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Jungkook is fiddling, fixing the position of his glasses and combing through his straight hair with shaky hands, habits he's tried so hard to get rid of in his sixteen years of existence but still finds impossible to.

He can't help it. He's always been like this: the quiet and awkward kid in class who sits in the back, a misunderstood puppy in a sea of stronger dog breeds that could eat him alive. An outcast. Too geeky for his own good. Notebokes full of Dragon Ball doodles on the margins of the pages, the shelves in his room stacked with Marvel figurines, and a closet filled with outdated clothes that he has been inheriting from his older brother.

He has never been the type to stand out, always being overlooked by people like he's invisible. He doesn't mind though. He'd much rather be ignored than getting picked on by bullies like he used to in elementary school.

He never gets invited to parties. Ever. He's a nobody who barely speaks, and when he does he either stutters or manages to embarrass himself in one way or another. He's seen the look on people's faces when they look at him. Their eyes seem to scream 'weirdo' everytime he gets acknowledged.

So obviously the only reason he was invited to this particular party had a first and last name: Kim Taehyung. The only kid in Jungkook's entire life who didn't look at him in a funny way, the only kid who took the time to entangle in a random conversation with him after class and who seemed geniune enough to make Jungkook feel comfortable.

He's not sure how it happened, since Taehyung mostly hangs out with the cool kids. But somehow it did, and now Jungkook is uncomfortably standing in a living room full of drunk teens, looking directly at you.

You, the one girl Jungkook had been pining on for God knows how long. You, who are obviously too pretty, too popular, and way out of his league. You, with your plaid skirt and your polo shirt and those legs that never seem to end. You, who are sitting with your friends in a couch, drink in hand and visibly tipsy. And yet, he doesn't think he's ever seen anyone pull of the 'drunk-rosy-cheek' look better than you.

He can hear your laugh through the music and he already thinks it sounds better than whoever is playing in the background.

"Come on, Gukkie! Her friends are leaving and she's all by herself now! It's your chance" Taehyung's obviously drunk too because it took Jungkook a while to decypher his exact words. He'd disappeared for a while and now that he's back, he's pushing Jungkook in your direction.

"This was a mistake, Taehyung." Jungkook shakes his hair and steps back, quickly glancing at the front door to prepare his escape. But his new friend's grip on his hoodie keeps him in place.

"Guk, listen. The only thing you have to do, is walk up to her, and say 'hey I think you're, like, really pretty. Just letting you know. Bye!' That's it. Jung- Dude, Guk, seriously, look at me." Taehyung grabs Jungkook's cheeks, squishing them between his hands and forceing him to face him. "You've been crushing hard on her for years, my man. We're graduating and you won't see each other again. What's the worst thing that can happen? Getting rejected?"

Jungkook's eyebrows draw together. "Um, yeah?"

"Exactly! Getting rejected is not the end of the world, bro! It just means keep trying on other girls!" Taehyung releases his hold on Jungkook's cheeks. "I just think you're going to regret not telling your crush she's your crush. Who knows? Maybe in the future you two will get married."

Jungkook snickers, muttering a 'yeah right' under his breath. Still, he can't help the smile that Taehyung's words always seem to pull out of him.

"Now," Taehyung playfully slaps Jungkook before turning him in your direction again. "Go get 'em, tiger!"

"Okay," Mijoo's voice slices through Jungkook's memories. She's sitting on Jungkook's desk, munching on her brownies and looking at her coworker expectantly. "And then what?"

He sighs, running a hand through his hair, sits back on his chair, already feeling the effects of Mijoo's baked goods. "And then I walked up to her, like a damn fool, stutter and all. And I say:" he clears his throat, making an effort to do his best teenage Gukkie impression."'Hey, _____, um, so, I think you're beautiful and I've had a crush on you since seventh grade, haha, just wanted to let you know.'"

Mijoo rolls her eyes, still chewing. "And then what?"

"And then she looked me up and down, giggled, fucking giggled, Mijoo, and said 'Who are you, again?'" Mijoo gasps and Jungkook closes his eyes, trying to force that recollecion out of his head.

"What a bitch." she can't help but laugh before apologizing. Jungkook merely shrugs his shoulders and takes another bite of his brownie. "She didn't say anything else?"

"She said something along the lines of:" he clears his throat again, this time, doing an impression of you. "'That's sweet and all but, you and I... we're not the same. And I have a boyfriend, so...' She said that like I didn't know, like I wasn't aware of the school's it couple! Like I was dumb!"

Mijoo nods. "And now you want to fuck her even more than you did in high school."

"I- No! Well, yes. Fuck, of course I want to sleep with her! But I just... can't."

"Why not?"

"Did you hear anything about what I just told you or were you too concentrated trying to get high?"

It's Mijoo's turn to roll her eyes. "I heard everything you just told me. I just don't understand what the problem is. You two were sixteen. Sure, she was a bitch about it, but Lord knows I've been a bitch my entire life and now I'm not anymore." Jungkook raises an eyebrow at that. "Okay, sometimes I can be nice. But the point is..." Mijoo finishes her piece of brownie before getting off of Jungkook's desk. "It's been, what? Nine? Ten years? People change, JK. You're the best example of that. You want to fuck her and she obviously wants to fuck you too. You're both adults." she wipes her hands on her shorts. "I think it's time you fulfill that high school fantasy of yours."

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You've made up your mind.

And by you, it means Chaelin has made up your mind.

It didn't take long to convince you though. That last interaction with Jungkook cause too many emotions stirring within you. It left you hot, it left you bothered, it left you confused. Sure, it also left you a little bit embarrassed like the first time, but above everything else, that interaction with Jungkook left you absolutely livid.

Because who the fuck did Jeon Jungkook, formerly known as Guk, Gukkie, Jungukkie, and currently known as JK, think he was to come near you, speed your heart rate's up, and then runaway like that?

You've spent days thinking about it. About that face, about that body, about those hands and- shit. You're doing it again.

You've spent days trying to push those intrusive thoughts. Spent days trying to bury what happened. You've spent days trying to keep quiet, not telling anyone about it and just wishing that stupid spark of desire simply went away.

But it has just been simply unavoidable. You haven't been able to ignore the sleepless nights with your brain drifting back to that night and forbidding your hand from slipping under your panties. Or the excessive amount of time during the day where images of him suddenly popped in your head and wouldn't go away, even with you squeezing your thighs to try to make the ache go away.

So you ended up ranting and ranting and ranting to the only person you could confide on, who is obviously your best friend. Your best friend, who's too smart for her own good and knows you too well for your liking. Because apparently your moodiness and snappy remarks couldn't go unnoticed.

And after explaining the fiasco over a bottle of wine -and minutes of endless laughing on Chaelin's part because, again, it's Gukkie you two were talking about and, according to her, this was "the most karmic thing I've ever seen"-, she gave you the best advice an older sister could ever give.

"Fuck him."

"I know right? Fuck him!"

"No. I mean, fuck him."

And now here you are. Right inside that room you stepped in weeks ago, confronting the man in question with the same confidence that has always distinguished you from others and trying to act like the fluttering inside your belly wasn't nauseauting.

"A date."

"Yes."

"You want to go on a date with me." this wouldn't be so hard if Jungkook didn't look so delectable in a plain white t-shirt and ripped jeans. You cross your arms over your chest, doing your best to not look down at the exposed skin of a man who obviously worked out a lot and apparently, never skipped leg day. "What's the catch?"

He's sitting on his chair, back resting comfortably and legs spread, narrowing his eyes at you and probably wondering why the girl at the front desk let you in without an appointment. Also, probably wondering if there was a catch to all of this.

"There's no catch. I just want to go to the fair this weekend. I'll ask Taehyung for your number and text you the date and the exact place we'll be meeting. Unless..." your quirk one of your eyebrows. "Unless you're already planning on how you'll chicken out this time."

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Of course, Jungkook says yes to going on a date with his high school crush but spends the following days overthinking every single thing.

He can't help but feel like it's kinda sketchy. What if you're planning your vendetta on him? What if you don't even show up and he ends up there looking like a damn idiot? What if you hate him and are just messing up with him? What if that incident in high school is going to repeat itself?

"If she doesn't show up, you simply move on and never speak to her again. It's that simple. She can't have that much power over you to cry about something like that." Mijoo had said that same day she let you in the tattoo parlor after you'd asked to see Jungkook. Jungkook's coworker hadn't even question you and just motioned you to Jungkook's room with a knowing smile on her face. Later that day, Jungkook had scolded her about it and she'd simply shrugged.

He considers cancelling, eyes reading the 'won't be able to make it, sorry (sad face emoji)' over and over again and fingers hovering over the send button so many times he's lost count. But then he remembers that comment of yours about him chickening out and Jungkook starts seeing red.

How couldn't you understand he's just terrified of you rejecting him one more time? Sure, Jungkook is now an adult who doesn't get butthurt over stuff like that. He's experienced too much after graduating from high school and he's a much stronger individual than his fragile self back was back then.

But something about you just makes him feel so... weak.

He still finds it impossible to concieve where he got the courage to approach you like that at Taehyung's pool, or how he brought himself to touch you for longer than a minute without coming in his pants. He'd enjoyed it too much. Allowing him to see you so exposed, just for him. He'd be so tempted to kiss you right there and then, to run his hands up and down your thighs and fully wrap your legs around him to let you known how much you'd affected him. Once you called his name, it was like he'd finally snapped out of it and backed away like he'd been burned by you. He spent the next twenty minutes trying to keep himself from pulling down his pants and jerking off in his friend's bathroom.

It's terrible. Because he feels like the teenager he used to be when you're around. Shy, insecure and overall a mess. You showing up in his life after so many years and now apparenly being interested in him seems like a dream that he's not sure he wants to keep being in or wake up from before it's too late and he falls back into that tumoltuous longing that will inevitably end up in heartbreak. His heartbreak.

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It's saturday night, he's standing by himself in the crowded fair at the spot. You're fifteen minutes late and he's already about to turn back and dip out. He feels too awkward and the nerves are eating him alive.

You're not going to show up. You're not going to show up and now he feels and looks even dumber than the time he told you he was crushing on you. You're not even going to show up and now he's going to come back home, get drunk by himself and curse your name for-

"Hey!" he turns around to the sound of your voice and sees you running towards him. "Sorry I'm late! I couldn't find my phone and spent like thirty minutes looking for it. Turns out, Sharon Stone, was taking a nap on top of it and I didn't even notice."

"Sharon Stone?"

"Chaelin's cat."

To be honest, he's too surprised to process your explanation right away. He might also be a little speechless because that sky blue sundress looks too good on your skin and your eyelashes are so long, framing your beautiful eyes, and your lips are all glossy and kisseable that it takes him a while to find his own voice.

He clears his throat. "It's alright." scratching the back of his head, he momentarely adverts his gaze from you in an attempt to not get distracted by how soft your hair looks and how much he wants to wrap it around his hands in a ponytail. "Um, where do you want to go first?"

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Almost an hour and a half later, when the sun has already disappeared and you're both surrounded by colorful lights, Jungkook decides to buy the both of you hot dogs and a drink and you both settle down on a bench.

You've been walking all over the fair, going from booth to booth, playing any game in sight Jungkook dared you to -he obviously had a competitive streak-: from the ballon and dart games, to the shooting games, to the bumping cars, to the ball-in-basket one. To say you were having fun was an understatement.

You'd almost regretted setting the date up. You were sure he wouldn't even show up and if he did, you were scared of how awkward things could get between the two of you. And if things were awkward, you were sure it would only take less than thirty minutes for the both of you to part ways and never talk again about such failure of a date.

To your surprise, none of that happened.

The conversation was flowing, both of you acting like you were strangers on their first date getting to know each other, which, to be fair, that's exactly what it felt like. There was a slight banter, teasing each other when one of you lost in whatever game you were playing while the other was obviously winning. There were laughs and a funny feeling in your tummy whenever you'd walk side by side and his arm brushed yours.

There was no stiffness on his shoulders, no mention of the past or your previous encounters, no acknowledgement of the blatant sexual tension you'd experienced before, not an ounce of avoidance whenever your eyes met his and he was even sure of himself enough to place a hand on your lower back or briefly interwine your fingers with his to guide you through the mass of people.

It felt like you'd both unspokenly agreed on making each other feel comfortable enough to have a good time.

"I didn't think you were going to show up, to be honest." you suddenly say, taking a sip of your strawberry juice and thankful to finally let your feet rest for a while.

Jungkook looks at you, hot dog mid air and eyebrows almost disappearing into his hairline. "You didn't think I was going to show up? I didn't think you were going to show up." you simply shrug, lowering your gaze seepishly, the beginning of a smile on both your faces. He surprises you by tilting your head in his direction with his forefinger. You watch him watching you, a little dazed, a little lost in how his dark hair messily falls over his forehead and his equally dark eyes study your face, his thumb swiping over your lower lip. "You um... There was ketchup right there." he lies.

"Oh" you say, feeling your face heating up. "Thanks. Red doesn't really match this dress." you manage a smile and tuck a lock of your hair behind your ear.

At that, he eyes your dress for a moment, mouth slightly ajar. He's debating on whether or not to say something but you beat him to it.

"I'm sorry, by the way."

"For being late? I already told you it's fin-"

"No." you shake your head. "For... that time when we were young and I was such a concieted brat." you say, looking away , trying to find anything else that's not his pretty face. "I thought I was a queen bee back then. I was annoying and rude, specially to you. I..." you lick your lips. The cherry glittery gloss was already gone. "I thought it was cute, what you said. There was no reason for me to act like that. I know this doesn't make anything right but..." when you turn to face him again, there's still the same expression on his face. "I'm sorry."

A few seconds go by before it's him who's shaking his head. "It's okay. It was a long time ago, anyway." he smiles at you, although it doesn't reach his eyes and seems sorta forced. You sigh, and he takes your hand. "Let's go to the ferris wheel."

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tell you're tense. You're sitting right beside him in the ferris cabin, your back is all straight, you're facing forward and he believes you haven't blinked for what feels like an eternity. He thinks it has everything to do with your conversation a few minutes ago. You were probably not content with his response but what could Jungkook do? There was really no point in apologizing for something that happened years ago, but at the same time, he didn't want to hold anything against you like a resentful asshole because it was really not who he was. But there was still a little bit of stingyness inside of him and he didn't know how to make it go away.

At the end of the day, here you were, on a date with him that you'd asked for, getting along and asking questions about him and laughing at his jokes and trying to start all over again.

But then the ferris wheel starts moving, and he finally understands why you look so uncomfortable.

It's the way you immediately grip his forearm, nails digging in his skin and he swears he hears the smallest gasp forcing itself out your throat.

"Are you... scared?" he tentatively asks.

You say nothing for a while, not moving an inch. He would laugh if you didn't look so pained about it.

"I don't like small confined spaces nor rollercoasters." you finally say through gritted teeth.

"It's not really that small and ferris wheels are not rollercoasters. " your nails dig deeper and he winces. "Okay, okay. You don't like small confined spaces nor rollercoasters, and that includes ferris wheels. So why didn't you tell me?"

"I don't know. I've never liked ferris wheels but you seemed excited about it, so..."

There's a silence after that in the environment, neither of you exactly sure of what to say or how to act. Until Jungkook moves one of his hands hands until it's resting on the one who's holding onto him for dear life, fingers caressing yours. The warmth of his hand spreads through yours and although it's almost July and you can already feel your sweaty back staining your dress, it's oddly comforting. What's more comforting even, is him twisting his body towards you and talking with the calmest and most soothing tone you've ever heard.

"Look at me." you do instantly, unwillingly, and kinda wish you hadn't. It's almost as if your body will do anything he says without question. Like he has some sort of power over it to just react however he wants. His eyes bore into yours and suddenly the cab doesn't seem so suffocating. "It's just you and me right now. We're not even on a ferris wheel." the corners of his mouth turn slowly upwards. You zone out the environment, suddenly too aware of him and how close he is and how loud the beating of your heart is to your own ears.

"Jungkook."

You swallow the knot in the back of your throat when he removes his hand from yours. It almost makes you protest, - now realizing you've losened the tight grip on his arm- , before it craddles your face, keeping you in place while bringing his body closer.

"You have to stop saying my name like that."

With his thigh touching your thigh, your whole demeanor melts. When he leans closer, and you feel his breath fanning over your lips, your eyes shut closed.

"Tell me I can-" he starts to say.

"Yes." you finish for him. He doesn't doubt on closing the distance between you two. His lips touch yours and your body shakes in excitement. It's just him lightly skimming your lips with his but it's already too much and at the same time, not enough. It has you deepening it, yourself moving closer when he kisses you again. It has you relaxing against him, the tenseness prior disappearing and making you arch your back when his tongue asks for permission.

But it's exactly then, the moment you open your lips to him, that has you losing your mind.

The sparks fly, traveling from your head to your toes and then settling on the pit of your stomach as soon as the kiss starts to turn desperate and rough. When he nibbles your lips with his teeth, it makes you mewl and whine and your nipples tight against the cotton of your dress. It makes the metal barbell to feel uncomfortable, slightly painful. And when he goes back to being messy and filthy with his tongue tangled with yours, your thighs close on their own.

He forces himself to pull his hand back and bring it down, finding the parting of yd opening them for him. "Wait," you say, your fingers wrapping around his forearm as you try to catch your breath."The ferris-" he shuts you up with another kiss.

"We're not on a ferris wheel." he reminds you, a soft whisper against your mouth. And for whatever reason, you believe him.

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"He fingered you on the ferris wheel."

"Yes."

"And you came before the ride was over."

You take a small sip of wine, your eyes focusing on the TV where a rerun of the Golden Girls is playing, although, to be fair, lately you haven't been able to pay much attention to anything else but a certain brunet with doe eyes and kisseable lips. "Yes."

She hums, stealing a handful of popcorn from the bowl between your thighs.

"How long did it took? Like five minutes?"

There's a pause in which you clench your jaw, your fingers twitching around the glass in your hand, and then you answer. "Probably less."

There's another pause, and then-

"Ha...Ha ha...Ha ha ha-"

You let her laugh. It's okay. You knew you had it coming.

Chaelin knows the pillow you throw right at her face is also something she had coming.

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It's not that you're mad.

Jungkook and you had a great time on that fair date, he made you laugh, bought hot dogs and drinks for the two of you and got you off inside the cab of a ferris wheel on record time with those magical, long fingers of his. Technically, there shouldn't be anything to be angry about.

Except it's been a week and you can't stop thinking about him, about wanting more, and about those words that he left you with after the ferris wheel ride ended, when you had tried to return the favor.

'Next time, maybe.'

And there hasn't been a next time.

The thought of texting him or giving him a call to ask for another date is persistent in your mind. It remains while you do the laundry or wash the dishes, while you shower, while you eat or while you spend your days at the beach with Chaelin. There's always the incessant desire to reach out towards your phone, unlock it and dial his number to beg for more.

But you'd never been one to beg, so you resist the urge everytime that feeling starts to creep up on you and it washes over you like a wave. You silence your phone and try to concentrate on making the most out of your summer.

It's one random night, when you're tiredly dragging your feet across Chaelin's apartment's carpet, yawning and ready to succumb to a well needed slumber, that you see your phone screen's lighting up with a message.

Your heart pathetically leaps inside your chest when you read his name.

'you free on saturday?'

You wish you could say you ghosted him, ignored his text and moved on with your life until it was him who begged you for another date. But the truth is you opened it in a matter of seconds and typed 'i'm free, why?' back in a rush with trembling fingers.

So now you're on the passanger seat of his car while he sits on the driver seat, the first saturday night of July, like he's Danny Zuko and you're Sandy Olsson, watching a vintage movie in a drive-in theater which plot you don't give a shit about, even if Jungkook's date plan idea made something inside of you churn with adoration.

And the only reason why you don't give a single damn about the movie playing in front of your eyes, is because you're hot. Way too hot. And the reason and cause is none other than the boy-now-turned-man sitting on your left.

You barely exchanged words when he picked you up, just rode in silence until you got to your destination and you bet he can feel as well as you do the tension in the air.

You've surveyed him a few times from the corner of his eye, noticing him fiddling with the rings around his fingers and shifting in his seat from time to time. And if the sight of his fingers bring memories that you've tried to bury to keep yourself from lunching towards him, a brief glance at his forearms, adorned with ink drawn through his golden flesh -doing a poor job at concieling the veins running underneath- and his skin-tight jeans wrapping those muscled thighs of his is enough to have you be the one squirming in your seat.

A woman can only endure so much, and you come to that realization thirty minutes into the movie.

"I want to suck your cock." you say, a stern expression on your face as you turn your body in his direction.

Jungkook frozes as your voice slides over him. It takes him a couple seconds to look at you, shock widening his eyes and parting his lips.

"Huh?" he manages, his grip on the steering wheel turning his knuckles white.

Without separating your gaze from his, you gather your hair and tie it in a ponytail with the hair tie previously around your wrist. You don't miss the quick glance he sneaks into the curvature of your neck and the valley between your breasts.

Inching forward, closing in on him, you place one of your hands on top of his thigh, the action making his whole body tense. "____..." he whispers your name in a warning that doesn't sound convincing even in his own ears.

You smile, your eyes never wavering from his as your hand inches upwards, slowly caressing over the fabric of his jeans until you finally come across what you were looking for.

His hand flies to your wrist, stilling your movements. "____, this is not-". He starts, but his voice gets stuck inside his throat when you palm his undoubtly growing erection.

"Shh." your shaky breath fans over his cheek and you force yourself on your knees on the passanger seat in a more comortable possition to stop the trembling to reach them.

You fumble with the belt holding his pants in place, then with the button and finally with the zipper. He helps you by lifting his hips to pull his jeans and boxers to his thighs and you have to bite back a mixture between a gasp and a moan at the sight below you. You haven't even seen Jeon Jungkook naked all the way, but the mere sight of his hard cock with pre-cum glistening on his crown is probably the sexiest thing you've ever had the pleasure of appreciating.

It gets sexier when you wrap your hand around the base and his body melts in the driver seat, throwing his head back with his eyes shut. It gets even sexier when you finally lower your head, swirling your tongue over the head before finally engulfing him fully in the wet warmth of your mouth.

"Shit." his voice is tight, uneven as his hand loosely grips your ponytail, as if careful not to accidentally hurt you and break the glorious moment.

Although you wouldn't mind at all. Because the moment your hands are on him, and your tongue is on his shaft, that's the only thing you care about. Your belly is twisting, an undeniable wet spot on your panties as the fabric sticks to your folds, and the more you suck Jungkook, the more you want from him. His earthy taste is addicting and the soft little whimpers he occasionally can't prevent himself from are making you want to milk him until he can't take it no more. There's this desire within you to whorship him and his cock like you had been dreaming for the past weeks.

"This is s-so fucking h-hot." he rasps between ragged breaths, the bobbing of your head, sliding up and down his dick as your hand works the centimeters your mouth can't take is about to make him faint.

"Getting a blowjob?" you joke, your throat starting to feel sore as you kiss his leaking tip.

"N-no." he draws in a rough breath when you take him all of him again. "You giving me a blowjob... T-the f-fact that anyone c-could see us..." he darts a quick glance at your body, your ass up in the air and your dress sliding down, almost exposing you completely. "The fact that-ah! Shit..." he squeezes his eyes when he feels a glob of your spit lubricating him.

There's a sudden need to make you feel the same, to touch your skin and have you shaking the same way you have him. So one of his hands travels from your spine, to your perked ass, finally dragging the cotton of your dress to allow himself to see your thin white panties. "The fact that anyone could see you l-like this," he murmurs, regaining a little bit of control when he squeezes one of your cheeks. "letting t-them see you s-sucking my cock and..." he smirks when he feels you gasping around him, his fingers trapped between your thighs and pushing them inside your heat easily "and letting them see me fingering this pretty little pussy."

Soon after that he's cumming in your mouth while you're cumming around his fingers.

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At first, it's mostly on weekends when you see each other. Weekends of stolen kisses and soft sighs and whispering against each other's lips. Then weekends turn to week days, sitting on grass while sipping on refreshing beverages, drawing each other laughs, elbows touching as you walk around the park side by side because the both of you are too scared to interwine your fingers together.

Jungkook feels content like this: sitting on the sand with you between his thighs, admiring the sunset while nuzzing your neck and inhaling your scent every now. He likes waching you enoying your strawberry ice cream, almost forgetting the chocolate chip one already melting in his hand.

"If you were an ice cream flavor,which one would you be?" you ask him, relaxing against his chest.

"Rocky road."

"Why?"

He shrugs behind you. "Everyone likes rocky road."

You hum, playfully rolling your eyes. "What about me? Which ice cream flavor would I be?"

"Lemon sherbet, in the summer."

"Lemon sherbet? Out of all of the flavours out there, you're rocky road and I'm lemon sherbet?"

"Lemon sherbet, in the summer." he corrects.

"Okay, fine. Why?"

"You're boring and basic."

You gasp, trying to feign outrage but not being able to repress the laugh that escapes your throat. You elbow him, his laugh mixing with yours while taking the time to wrap his arms around your form, the breeze blowing your hair allowing him a spot between your neck and your shoulder. "You're boring and basic, but once you have a taste..." he presses a small kiss on your skin, causing the tiny hairs on the nape of your neck to rise. "Once you have a taste, specially on the hottest day in the middle of summer, you can't stop tasting and licking until there's no more lemon sherbet left."

You suck in on a breath when he craddles your jaw to face him. "It's been my favourite flavor since I was a kid." he kisses you immediately after, his lips swallowing the small whimper now stuck in your throat.

You close your eyes as his tongue opens your mouth, arousal blasting your insides and something much, much deeper that you fear to even name shredding your chest.

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The beginning of august comes faster then you two realize, but what you both do realize is how hard it's becoming to stay away from each other.

It's been thirty days of dates happening almost everyday, sharing high school memories and anecdotes of the time you spent away from each other. Hours of getting to know each other and opening up to each other. From failed relationships to new friendships. Of park dates walking side by side and fingers now interwined because you both realized one day that, fuck it.

It's difficult to sleep when you realize you're starting to catch serious feelings for somebody who was just supposed to be a fling. It's hard to sleep when his face, his voice and his touch and thoughts of missing him when you don't see each other start haunting you at night.

It's hard for Jungkook to focus on work when you're everything that's occupying his mind. Because he has a hundred sketches to make but he's too busy thinking about the hundred different sketches he would make of you.

It's hard not to send him a goodnight text, just like it's hard for him not to reply in a matter of seconds, almost as if he was already waiting to recieve it.

Jungkook thinks of you at night. Of how pretty and absolutely perfect you are for him. Of the taste of your lips, the way your hair feels between his fingers, or the flush on your cheeks when he makes you cum as droplets of sweat accumulate between your breasts. He thinks about your voice. He also thinks about the amount of hours left to be able to listen to it again.

But mostly he thinks about how ridiculous this situation is. Because he was stupidly crushing on you when you were only teenagers, daydreaming about a chance with you. And now his crush is long gone and he's starting to realize that he's falling, and falling fast.

You, too, think of Jungkook at night. Of his ability to bring a smile out of you, to soothe you with just a few words and filling your belly excitement, happiness and feelings you're sure you've never felt before.

Jungkook's managed to imprint himself in your dreams, and you, in his.

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Getting drunk with Jungkook is fun and messy.

It's fun because he lets loose, he stutters a lot like he used to do when he was a teenager and he makes you laugh louder than ever before. It's messy because he has no control over his hands as they explore your body, clumsily taking your clothes off as his mouth laps at the breast he's allowed to touch.

He's more forceful and dominating too, pinning your hands above your head, and commanding you to keep them right there, on the pillows of his bed. When you rebel against it, your fingers finding the hard planes of his chest, he pulls away from you and places them back where he left them. "Don't make me tie you up." he threatens, and your body shudders beneath him.

He sucks, and bites and leaves marks all over your skin, grunting in response to your moans. Creating a path of kisses from your lips to your stomach, his shoulders separating your knees, opening you up only for him. And thankfully, when you reach down to tug at the strands of hair framing his face, he lets you, because he knows you need something to hold on to the moment his tongue eats you up. He leaves his fingertrips on your thighs as he keeps you in place, not allowing you to runaway. Just forcing you to take it as he takes from you.

And when you cum, he doesn't back away. He keeps sucking, and licking and punishing you with his mouth until you're cumming over and ove again, screaming and begging for his cock.

Having Jungkook over you, both completely naked, skin to skin and only sweat in between is more than you could've ever fantazised about. He slurls your name when he puts the condom on. He would do anything to feel you raw, but he also knows he wouldn't be able to last a minute. The sight of you spread open, with your cheeks darkened by a crimson blush and your hair tangled all over his pillow is a picture he wants to keep forever.

He enters you when you call his name, your voice dripping with need. He stretches your warm and wet felsh, slowly easing himself into you at first, until he's fully inside and your bodies are completely in union. A shiver runs down Jungkook's spine when he looks at your contorted face in pleasure, your lips forming an 'O' and your pussy clenching around him.

"Oh, my God." you moan into the dark of Jungkook's room, and even then, he can clearly appreciate every curve of your body lifting off the mattress to connect with his. He lowers himself on his elbows on either side of your head, caging you in and capturing your mouth with his.

"I know, baby." he murmurs. It's hot, in the middle of August but suddenly Jungkook doesn't hate summer as much as he used to. Not with you sharing the heat with him. "It's way beyond what I could ever imagine." You nod hurriedly against his lips, your arms finding their way around his neck as he starts rocking in and out of you.

"It's too good." you cry, when he hits a particular spot that has you rolling your eyes in bliss and gripping his waist tighter with your legs against you. Your fingers thread through his hair, not bothered by the beads of sweat gathered on the nape of his neck.

"Too good..." he agrees, not missing the shiver that's shaking your own frame when he picks up his speed. "You have no idea what I would do t-to fucking feel you with n-no barriers between us," his movements become frantic as his hips slap against yours, his jaw clenched as he keeps talking, "to s-stuff you full of my c-cum over and over again until it won't stop d-dripping."

Jungkook's voice against your ear has you trembling and your orgasm nearing closer, your nails scratching down his back as his thrusts overpower your form. "Would you like that?" he asks with his voice strangled.

"Y-yes. Anything y-you want."

"You'd take all of my cum like a good cum-slut?"

You hate the fact that that's what makes you come undone. The twisting and knotting in the pit of your stomach finally snapping until you're holding on to him like you never want to let him go and he's following soon after.

Because if Guk, Gukkie, Jengukkie was not only able to make you come in less than a few minutes with his fingers or his tongue, but he was also able to make you cum instantly just by calling you a good cum-slut, that means you're fucked. Like, really, really fucked.

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There's a knot in Jungkook's stomach and a suffocating grip around his vocal chords as he caresses your skin. The sun is rising in the distance with the first rays of light entering his room through the window. Your shamphoo is intoxicating him, numbing him and enticing him to bury his nose in the tangled curls pressing against his chest. Your arm is thrown across his stomach, your breathing leavig goosebumps all over his body.

"It's too early. Go back to sleep." you mumble against his heart. He wonders if you can feel it dangerously speeding up.

"I can't." he says, voice struggling to stay balanced. "I have to tell you something."

You hum in response, sleep still interwined with your body, your arm tightening around him. You sigh in content, expecting him to elaborate.

He wets his suddenly dry lips. "I don't want this to end. In fact, ____.... I want more. Need more."

"Jungkook..." your whole body goes rigid right away, untanglling your bodies from each other and sitting up on the mattress.

"No, listen to me." he mimicks your movements, rapidly grabbing your hands to make you look at him. His eyes are expressive, a mixture of fear and hope swirling in his dark irises. "I wake up everyday, and you're the first thing I think of. I go on about my day, and I keep thinking about you, wondering what you're doing and counting down the hours until I get to see you again. I spend every night dreaming about you, and when we'e together, the only thing I can think about is how I wish I could stop time so I don't have to say bye to you the next morning. ____, I-"

"Jungkook, stop please." you shake your head, pushing away from him and in desperate need of air. You press a hand against your chest, beating back the throb of pain while the other curls in a tight fist, the feeling of your fingernails digging into your palm less painful than the ache inside your heart. "This... This wasn't supossed to happen, Jungkook." you start pacing around the room, as if trying to find an exit while avoiding his gaze. "This was just a summer fling. That's all it was, I'm supposed to come back to the city in two weeks and-"

"A summer fling?" a sardonic sneer comes out of him. "Oh my God, I can't believe this is happening again..." he mumbles to himself before rising from the bed. You stop immediately, a shiver quaking through you as his impressive frame intimidates His eyebrows are drawn together and his dark eyes are void of any prior emotion. "You're going back to the city in two weeks? And you didn't care to tell me until now, after I just spilled my guts to you?"

You eyes fill up with uncomfortable tears, reaching one arm towards him. "Jung-"

He flinches, taking one step back. "A summer fling is all I mean to you?"

"Ju- "

"Look me in the eyes, right now, and tell me that's all I mean to you. A summer fling." panic crawls up your throat. There's the need within you to confirm, to stare into his beautiful and stern eyes and tell him that, yes, that's all he is to you. But you've never been a good liar. So nothing comes out. You opt for wrapping your ams around yourself wishing they were his and lowering your eyes to the ground. "I think... I think you should leave."

Those are the last words he says to you, and the last thing you see when you turn around one more time after gathering your clothes, is his back as he looks out the window.

You allow yourself to cry the exact moment you step into Chaelin's apartment. Your friend is sitting on the couch, bowl of cereal in hand and a fresh cup of coffee sitting on the livingroom's table.

"Hey, you're early tod- Baby, what's wrong?"

"Please, don't laugh."

That morning, you lay down for hours on the couch with your head on Chaelin's lap while she softly brushes your hair as you cry, hiccup, fight through the pain in your heart and relate to her as best as you can the latest events.

She doesn't laugh at all.

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"She'll come back." Mijoo's slurred words do nothing to put Jungkook's state at ease that night. He simply shrugs, fingers clenching at his sides, frowing into his drink before gulping down the bitter taste of vodka in one shot. "Seriously, I think she's just afraid. My ex was the same."

"Comparing her to your ex is not the analogy you think it is."

"Ugh, shut up. Things didn't work with my ex because she was a bitch." Jungkook gives Mijoo a pointed look which she responds to by rolling her eyes and sipping on her rum coke. "Your girl is not a bitch. She used to be a bitch. What she did this morning was bitchy, but, like I said, she's just being a pussy. If she only wanted sex with you, she wouldn't have been doing couple stuff with you the entire summer."

"Whatever. I don't care." he lies and Mijoo knows he's lying but decides to drop the subject fo now.

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"We can't keep spending our days smoking weed." Chaelin speaks over Blanche's voice on the TV.

"I know. I'm just sad."

"You have to come back and tell him how you feel."

"I know."

There's a beat of silence before your friend kicks your thigh with her feet.

"I know and I will." you mumble through red eyes and smoke clouds.

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It's September first and it doesn't feel like Jungkook's birthday at all. He's been trying to focus on his work, alternating between isolating in full hermit mode and hanging out with friends to drink away his sorrow. The days have gone by and before he could realize it, he woke up today with over twenty text messages wishing him a happy day and a throbbing hangover.

He dresses up on autopilot. First a cotton shirt, then a pair of jeans and lastly, his Nike's. He doesn't bother tying his sneakers just like he doesn't bother taking a shower. He smokes a cigarette for breakfast, the death stick making him feel nauseaus on an empty stomach. And then he goes to work.

He's been repeating the same routing for the past weeks and he's not thinking of changing it, not even on his bithday.

He spends hours drawing, tattooing and drawing some more between yawns. He ignores texts an phone calls and simply waits until the day is over to go home, go to bed and forget about the fact that you're probably on your way to the city and that he hasn't crossed your mind not even once.

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Inkphoria.

You've been standing outside the shop re-reading the word for fifteen minutes, although it definitely feels like it has been longer. You're gripping cup of ice cream as it melts down your fingers the more you wait. The shop is already empty and it's starting to darken out side, and still you're so hot. Your shorts are heavy and your tank top is sticking to your skin. You didn't even bother to put on any make, although your eyebags definitely needed some concieling and your lashes some dimension to hide the fact that you'd been crying for the last few days.

'You're crazy about him.'

Chaelin's voice echoes inside your head.

You've lost count of how many times your best friend has given your advice, or simply encouraged you to do something you've been too scared to try.

'And he's cazy about you too.'

Chaelin might be wrong about marmite and the movie Cats, but she's definitely now wrong about anything regarding your and Jungkook.

That's it. You briefly close your eyes, inhale a deep breath then release it slowly. You start walking. It doesn't take longer than three strides and you're pushing the door open.

The tattoed blonde looks up from the counter the second you come into view. She smiles at the distance between you two. "You can come closer. I won't bite."

You clear your throat, stalking closer to her. "Is he-"

"He's in the back." she replies before you can finish you question. You close your mouth, clear your throat and nod your head.

"Thanks, Mijoo." she gives you a small wink, her smile easing your nerves like she had three months ago.

She watches you disappear. She shakes he head, her smile meeting her eyes. "I told him so."

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Jungkook ignores the knock on his door at first. It's almost ten and the parlor is about to close. He just has to finish this last fucking sketch so he can grab his shit and go the fuck ho-

Knock knock.

He growls, exhasperation cursing through him. He runs a hand through his messy pile of hair, his rings tangling between the strands, making him wince in pain. "Come in." he grunts under his breath. The door opens. "Mijoo, I really have to finish-"

He stops dead in his tracks as soon as he sees you.

"Hey." you say after a moment of hesitation.

"Hey." he replies and although there's something inside, deep in his chest, shouting at him to stand up, run up to you and kiss your face while he tells you how beautiful you look right now and how happy he is to see that you're still here, he decides against it. "Listen, ____, I'm pretty busy-"

"No, you listen to me." you cut him off abruptly. He looks taken aback and is already opening his mouth to say something, but you're not having it. "Please, just... Let me talk."

Silence looms between the two of you for a while, a staring contest defying each other to back down. When you take one step inside and close the door behind you, he sighs and leans back against his chair.

You move towards him slowly, your lip caught between your lip going through your mind for the speech you'd been preparing the last few days. Your hands are sticky due to the the sugary treat liquifying in your hand. "I know there's no reason you should give me another chance after rejecting you in high school, and there's definitely no reason why you should forgive me for the way I shut you out a few weeks ago. You've been confessing your feelings to me since we were teenagers, and now it's my turn to tell you exactly how I feel about you."

"Jungkook, the truth is... I like you so much. I like you more than I've ever liked anyone. Ever. I said this was just a summer fling, and I was lying. I was lying because there's no way a simple summer fling could make me feel the way you do. There's no way a simple summer fling could make me want not just summer with you, but also fall and winter, and spring and every summer that comes next."

You hadn't realize when your eyes filling up with tears until the sight of him starts blurrying in front of you. His fingers reach yours, his thumb comforting on your skin. "____, it's okay-"

"I'm not done yet." you sniffle, gathering enough courage to continue. "I brought you a lemon sherbet because you said it was your favourite. But you also implied I was your favourite, and I want to keep being you favourite, but now it's already melted and-"

The corners of Jungkook's lips start pulling upward as he tugs you towards him, his heart loudly jumping inside his chest. "Shhh, come here."

He takes the ice cream from your hand and places it on his desk. Then he's helping you onto his lap, your head tucked under his chin and your arms wapping on their own around his neck.

He doesn't care about your sticky fingers or the wet stains of your tears in his shirt. The only thing he cares about is the fact that you're right there, letting him engulf your frame and drown in the scent and warmth he'd misses so much.

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The first day of June has Jungkook sweating and wishing for a haircut. Jungkook usually hates summer. He hates the fact that he has to shower at least twice a day, and the fact that the heat is almost unbearable to sleep in and also the fact that he's easily sunburnt.

This year, however, Jungkook likes summer a little bit more.

"Excuse me, miss. Do you have an appointment?" it's the fact that you're starting to wear those summer dresses he loves so much, and the fact that your skin glows under the sun like glitter, and also the fact that he can lick ice cream off of it whenever he desires.

"I am the appointment." your giggle is almost childlike, playing with Jungkook's heart strings. You shut the door behind you, nearing him. You also seem to always have that flush on your cheeks. Although he likes to think part of it is due to him. He doesn't say anything else as he puts his pencil down and instead turns around in the chair to have you immediately on top of his thighs.

Yeah, he also likes the path your lips trace from his cheek, to his jaw, ending at the juncture between his neck and his shoulder. It still makes his body quaver to this day.

"Let me see." he murmurs against you forhear, his hand already working on unbottoning the front of your dress.

"Mijoo hasn't left yet." you whisper back, your smile impossible to supress and the faint whimper impossible to hide when his fingers expose your breast and tug at the titanium barbell adorning the already hardened nub.

Jungkook loves knowing he was the one to do that, and also the only one to play with it. He doesn't hesitate when he dips his head. "As if we'd ever cared about that." he adds, wrapping your sole point in his mouth.

He fucks you on his studio table with your legs around his waist and his tongue playing with both your breasts, the tattoo sketches long forgotten, scattered on the floor as he whispers against your flesh something that sounds a lot like 'I love you'.

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Omg hi so I read your babysitter fic and I was thinking what if bakuogus tired of reader being a brat with him so he brings Kiri over to help him out 🤤 srry im just being horny on anon rn

“C’mon princess, move your ass before I move it for you.”

You huffed at the blonde, opening the car door, stepping outside and slamming it shut. Bakugou shot you a harsh glare, but you weren’t looking at him, instead crouching to tie your shoe.

He gave you a moment to do that, before the man got impatient, clicking his tongue, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Let’s go, it’s not like I have all fucking day.”

You knew for a fact that yes, he did have all day.

Your mom was away again, another business trip. She was working towards a promotion - a position that meant more hours, more work, more travel.

More time being spent with your stupid babysitter.

With your rapist.

He hadn’t touched you, not outright, since that day. Every time your mom suggested having him over for dinner, you conveniently found somewhere to be; out with friends, on a date, having a sleepover. Anything so that you didn’t have to look at Bakugou Katsuki’s stupid, smug little face.

But your mom had surprised you yesterday night, letting you know she’d be leaving in the morning, that Katsuki would be staying over again. There wasn’t any time for you to argue with her, to plead for her to stay, or to take you with her, or for you to stay at a friend’s house, anything but Katsuki.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to avoid him!” She had laughed, before wagging a finger at you. “Don’t be rude. He’s a nice man, and I trust him to keep you safe. He did last time!”

Yeah, and he also assaulted you last time, so maybe he wasn’t as nice of a guy as she thought.

He was taking you to the mall, not even really giving you a choice, just telling you to get dressed, that the two of you were going out.

Now here you were, trudging silently behind the older man, glaring at the ground.

“Bakubro! Over here!”

A loud shout drew your attention, Bakugou grinning as he started veering towards the shouter, a red-haired man waving enthusiastically. You followed behind him obediently, taking stock of this new man.

He was fucking huge, thick thighs bulging against his jeans, biceps straining against the fabric of his navy hoodie. This new guy was handsome too, a wide, sharp smile, soft red eyes, a clean-shaven face.

“’Sup Idiot? You tryin’ to attract the whole mall? Always so damn loud.” Even though he was complaining, it was clear that these two were friends as Bakugou let the other man pull him into a hug. They pounded each other on the back, before the redhead drew back, pushing past the blonde to give you his full attention. 

“Who’s this? Did you get a girlfriend? She looks a little young bro.”

“I’m not his girlfriend.” You spat, and the redhead held up his hands in surrender as Bakugou shouldered him to the side.

“It’s the little fucker that I’m looking after as a favor. You know I work security for that office complex?” The redhead nodded. “Yeah, one of the milfs gave me free range of her house as long as I watch her.”

Both men looked at you, and the redhead smiled brightly.

“Ah, well, I’m Kirishima! Nice to meet you, sorry you have to put up with such a grumpy fucke-”

“Hey, shaddup.” Bakugou elbowed him, but Kirishima was already extending a hand for you to shake, and you did so gladly. At least you weren’t the only one who thought Bakugou was a grumpy, stuck up mess.

“’Kay, now can we go? I’m starving’, wanna eat before we do anything else.”

Kirishima winked at you as he threw an arm around your shoulders, his other arm around Bakugou. “Food court? I think they have a pretty good selection here...”

-----

Kirishima was much more tolerable than Bakugou.

He was funny, cracking jokes and making you almost spit out the soda he had bought you, slipping you five dollars behind Bakugou’s back for you to get a drink.

The redhead sat next to you while the three of you ate, including you in the conversation whenever Bakugou seemed to forget about your existence.

As the three of you walked from store-to-store, Kirishima listened to you ramble on about the latest game you’d bought, what you thought of your favorite snack brand trying to collaborate with a fashion company, all your opinions on the music playing faintly through the mall speakers.

It was fun when he grabbed your hand, tugging you away from Bakugou and along with the redhead as he ducked into a random store. It was some street-wear fashion place, and Kirishima wanted your thoughts on if a shirt was his color, or if he could pull off one of the hats that adorned the mannequin in the store window.

The two of you were busy laughing at how the hat couldn’t even press past his spiky hairstyle when you noticed Bakugou, glowering at you both from the outside of the store, lips pulled into the deepest frown.

Kirishima started laughing at the man’s expression, and you quickly followed suit, before Bakugou stalked inside, cuffing his friend on the ear.

What a spoil sport.

You couldn’t deny that by the end of the few hours you’d spent with Kirishima, you found yourself attracted to him. Not only in looks, but also in his goofy personality. You wouldn’t mind being friends with him.

It was easy to exchange numbers with the man, easy to let him lift your spirits.

And then it was time to leave, all three of you grouped at the entrance, saying bye, Bakugou and Kirishima giving each other another bro-hug.

You gave Kirishima a hug, leaning into his warm touch, enjoying his spicy cologne as you pressed your face against his broad chest. He eagerly returned the hug, until Bakugou was scoffing, pulling you out of his embrace.

“We’re in fucking public, you two, chill. Keep your pants on, sluts.”

Kirishima laughed, giving you a cheery wave as Bakugou gripped your hand until it hurt, dragging you out of the mall quickly.

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“Why are you being such a brat? You were fuckin’ fine earlier.” The blonde man grumbled, glancing over at you from where he was making dinner.

You rolled your eyes, taking a sip of your water. “It’s not my fault you have a stick up your ass. All I said is I don’t like when you make food, tastes bad.”

Bakugou huffed, turning off the stove. “Are you fucking serious? You’re just trying to mess with me, aren’t’cha princess?”

“Could you stop calling me that? I’m not your princess.”

“You’re whatever I want you to be, princess.” Bakugou sneered, stomping towards you.

You quickly backpedalled, setting your glass of water down on the counter, stepping back. “I’m going to go set the table!” Was your way out, and Bakugou backed off as you threw open a cupboard, rummaging for plates and cups as he chuckled to himself.

“Yeah, you do that.” 

It wasn’t long before the table was set, Bakugou bringing the food to set it down onto the hotplate in the middle.

Even just a whiff of the food had your eyes watering, the spice through the roof.

“Seriously dude? You know you’re cooking for two people, why the fuck did you make it inedible?!?” 

The blonde man glared at you as he sat down, jaw working, mouth twisting. “You gonna be a bitch-baby about it? Should be fuckin’ grateful that I even made you dinner.”

“Thanks for dinner.” You mumbled, staring tiredly at the food Bakugou was heaping onto his plate. You didn’t feel like eating anymore, his outburst ruining your mood, reminding you of the time when he got angry because you wouldn’t go to bed, wouldn’t listen to him-

“Eat the damn food.” Katsuki snapped, pulling you out of your thoughts and back to the present.

You did as he asked, even though it burned your mouth. Dinner was quickly gulped down, followed by desperate swigs of water as you tried to chase away the spice. Bakugou huffing the entire time at your inability to handle the level of spice he preferred.

Afterwards, you gathered up the plates and washed them, conscious of Katsuki hovering in the background of the kitchen, watching you work while he tapped away on his phone.

When the last dish was washed, dried, and put away, you began rummaging in the cupboards, looking for something sweet, something to soothe your tastebuds.

“What’re you doin’, didn’t I just feed you?”

Bakugou’s harsh voice made you flinch, but you kept your back to him. “Was hoping there’d be dessert.”

A long, irritated sigh, then a hand gripped your shoulder, pulling you away from the kitchen cupboards. “Ain’t got any of that shit in the house princess, you don’t need it.”

“But-” Your plead was interrupted by Bakugou rolling his eyes, snorting.

“Why are you being such a whiny baby? Is this cause Kiri was spoilin’ you earlier?”

Jutting your chin out, you glared up into red eyes as you turned around seething. “Maybe I like being treated like a person and not a problem. I don’t even understand why he’s friends with you - you’re mean and crass and stup-”

“So you’re just acting out cause you want some extra attention or some shit? What a brat.” The blonde sneered, leaning back against the counter as he tapped away at his phone again.

“You want Kiri so bad, fine. I’ll have him get you some shitty grocery-store dessert. Then maybe you’ll stop acting like a bitch. Stuff some candy in that mouth, will that keep you quiet, huh?”

It was infuriating, being treated like a child. Ignored, talked down to, unable to assert yourself or make decisions. 

“Whatever.” You huffed, shaking your head as you walked out of the kitchen. “Anything’s better than having to sit here with you.”

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The front door opening and the faint rustle of grocery bags caught your ear as you fumed on the couch, angrily questioning “why me?” as to your situation. But the noise meant your new friend was here, and he was much nicer than Bakugou.

Nice enough to have you smiling a bit as you rose to your feet, padding into the dining room as you beelined to the soft murmur of two manly voices.

“Heyyy! Long time no see!” The redhead was dressed in a loose tank top and basketball shorts, shoes discarded somewhere in the hall. 

You’d known he was muscular, but actually seeing his muscles without clothes in the way? You were stunned.

A bright blush encompassed your face when Bakugou snapped his fingers, narrowing his eyes at you. “Ay’, stupid! Focus! He got you a bunch of sweet shit. Rot your teeth out.” While gesturing to the two grocery bags resting on the dinner table.

“Hi Kirishima, thanks for the desserts-”

“Aw, it’s nothing. Bakubro wouldn’t tell me what kinda flavors you like so I kinda got a variety...”

Cupcakes and candy and various other sweet treats were nestled in the bags, and you grinned. “Dude, it’s all good. Wanna sit down and have some too?”

Bakugou snorted while Kiri smiled at you, nodding his head.  The dining chair creaked as his weight settled in it, the redhead pushing the grocery bags towards where you sat, encouraging you to pick anything you wanted.

The two men began to talk about this and that, mundane things about work, odd jobs, what their plans for the weekend were, boring stuff you easily tuned out as you indulged in sweet desserts.

Their attention turned to you when a whine slipped from your lips as frosting fell rom the cupcake you were eating and onto your shirt. Before you reached for a napkin, Kiri was leaning over, invading your space.

“You’re kinda messy, aren't you?” He breathed, a single finger swiping through the frosting on your shirt before the redhead sucked it into his mouth, looking at you through his eyelashes.

“Oh-u-uhm...” Was your elegant reply, tummy filled with butterflies at the fact that his finger had pressed against your skin through your shirt, right underneath your breast. 

He was so hot.

“Yeah, and a fuckin’ brat too. Little bitch can’t stop complaining about every little thing. Shut up the second I mentioned you were coming over.” Bakugou cackled, breaking the mood completely.

But Kirishima’s eyes were still on you as his now-clean finger slipped from his mouth. It was mesmerizing, watching the muscles in his arms shift and move as he leaned closer, slipping his hands underneath your shirt and raising the fabric so he could lick at the frosting still stuck on it.

Your breath stuttered, heat flaring suddenly in your tummy at the action.

And then Bakugou had to ruin it again. 

“You can fuck her if you want, I don’t mind. I told the old bird I would watch her kid for her. Didn’t say nothin’ about not getting her drunk on some cock.”

Eyes squeezing shut, you opened your mouth for some snappy reply, but Kirishima beat you to speaking.

“Yeah? Alright. You good with that baby?”

Wait, good with-?

Kirishima was looking up at you expectantly, fingers still clutched in your shirt, refusing to touch your skin. He was hot. This was hot. It’d be perfect if Bakugou wasn’t here.

“C’mon, just fuck her man, she’s been gaggin’ for your dick since she met you. Stop being a loser and man up.”

The redhead in front of you smiled, sharp teeth on display and gleaming. 

Then your shirt was being pulled over your head, hands gripping at your chest, thumbing over your nipples through your bra.

“W-wai-Kiri! Uhm, can’t we- uhm-”

Your voice was ignored, the redhead’s eyes glued to your chest as he pulled down your bra a bit, until he could palm each breast without anything in-between his warm hands and your soft skin.

“You’re so pretty...”

“She’s a whore.” Bakugou snarked.

Hands migrated to your waist, and you were easily lifted onto the table, Kirishima rising from his seat so he could push at your shoulders until they met the solid wood. Bakugou stayed seated, casually notching his hands behind his head and leaning back as he watched the show unfold before him.

Things were happening so fast, you didn’t know what to say, couldn’t move your hands to push away the broad redhead. This was so confusing. Yes, you wanted him, but you didn’t want Bakugou watching. You didn’t want to do this on the dining room table, didn’t like the quick turn the night had taken.

Your pants were being pulled down before you could organize your thoughts, before you could do much else aside from whimper and press your legs together.

“Hah, cute panties. You always wear stuff like this?” Kirishima asked, sliding a thumb underneath the elastic waistband only so he could snap it against your skin. You gasped at the little sting, unsure what to say, what to do.

“Most of her stuff is stupid girly shit like that, so yes.” 

You tried to throw a glare Bakugou’s way, but with the blonde somewhere behind you sitting at the table, you couldn’t turn your head far enough.

Especially not when you were distracted by Kirishima pushing down the waistband of his shorts. 

“I’m so glad I didn’t wear jeans.” He chuckled, holding his cock at the base as he sat back down again, scooting his chair up to edge of the table where your legs were splayed wide.

“Okay pretty, try and stay still for me. Make as much noise as you wanna, Bakugou and I don’t mind.” And then a warm mouth was pressed up against your cunt, licking at you over your panties, dragging the rough cotton against your most sensitive parts.

“Oh! o-oh, oh-oh-” Was all you could make your mouth manage as the redhead gripped your thighs in his giant hands, pushing them apart and allowing his massive shoulders to fit between them as he bent to lick at your pussy.

It felt... It felt so good, building up pressure in your stomach as your hole clenched around nothing.

Then Kiri did something awful, pulling your panties to the side and nosing into your folds with a pleased grunt. His skin was so warm, and you were so wet, and his nose started bumping against your clit as the man sloppily mouthed at you, and you couldn’t-couldn’t

“Stop-stop! ‘m gonna cum!” You wailed, legs twitching.

Immediately Kirishima drew back, soothing circles getting rubbed into your calves by thick fingers. “You don’t wanna cum in my mouth? Wanna cum on my cock instead? That’s cute.”

He stood up, and you barely got a glimpse of his dick bobbing against his stomach before he was leaning forward and catching your lips in a kiss. It almost scared you, sharp teeth poking menacingly against your lips, dragging across your skin as Kirishima moved his mouth against yours, but the redhead knew how to work with his teeth.

“Man, she really is a slut for you.” Bakugou piped up from behind you. He was a bit breathless, voice scratcher, but you couldn’t focus on that, not when Kirishima was pulling away with a groan, one of his hands fisting his cock.

The redhead gathered the spit in his mouth, leaned down, and let it drip onto your cunt, panties still pushed to the side. It was burning hot, adding to the fire in your tummy, blazing higher and higher.

Heavy breathing and labored panting filled the room as Kirishima edged closer to you, laying his cock flat against your entrance, playing with your panties as he did so until they pressed against his cock as it nestled between the lips of your cunt.

And then he started grinding.

Slow, delicious, absolutely heavenly.

You almost didn’t care about the disgusting little groans coming from Bakugou, the slick sounds of him fucking his fist, the creak of his chair behind you.

Almost.

Your attention was more focused on the pleasurable little zings going up your spine as Kiri rubbed his cock through your folds, all slick and wet. You kept your legs spread wide for him, barely able to breathe at the heat that seemed to fill the space, fill your lungs and steal your voice.

Kiri leaned down to kiss you again, and your hands fisted into his tank top, the material sweaty as it clung to his chest. If you could focus, you’d be trying to pull it off him, see the beautiful skin underneath, the man’s gorgeous body.

But what he was doing with his hips felt so good, you couldn’t even think.

“Kiri-Kiri, gonna-ohmygod-gonna-!”

And you came, shuddering as his cock kept fucking back and forth through your folds, twitching against your clit, veins in his dick pulsing and dragging against your skin.

He wasn’t stopping.

“Unhh, I came, please, wait Kirishima-”

“Didn’t you say you wanted to cum on my cock baby? I’m barely getting warmed up.” A feral smile gleamed bright from his lips. “I don’t play like Bakugou, I like messy girls. Gonna get you so fucked out you can’t even speak, can’t even walk. Won’t give him any trouble then, right? You’ll be good? For us?”

The look in his eye told you that you weren’t going to get a choice.

“Fuck Kiri, turn her over when you fuck her cunt so I can use her mouth.” Bakugou’s voice cut in, and your mood soured even more.

But Kirishima was already agreeing, cock still thrusting against your cunt. 

You didn’t get to make decisions anymore.