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whosjunglejim4322 · 4 years

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Dom!mark lee w breeding kink for @nakamotocore I am v excited this is nasty aha devil emoji, est. relationship, uhm spitting, hand/finger kink, overindulgence of the word baby, fingering, creampie, bathroom sex, fucking in front of a mirror, mark has a nasty mouth, he's a sweetie who is acc very in love w u, toothrotting fluff at the end

It really wasn't your fault. You are pro comfort above all else, in fact, it's even advised by certified healthcare professionals, to not wear underwear occasionally - who are you to risk not giving yourself the care you need and or deserve?

Sure, maybe you should've worn something a bit less conspicuous than a dress, but it's not like you aren't careful. Of course you are! Especially since you and Mark are visiting Jaehyun and Johnny at their new home payed by Jae's onlyfans money - but silly you, had still accidentally managed to expose yourself - luckily, with only your boyfriend there to see.

You'd been rummaging in J number one and two's fridge, eager to find something behind the rows of beer that stacked the shelves, organized neatly as if they'd actually taken their time on making at least twenty five cans of bud light look presentable.

Mark had followed, having promised to bring a couple of the beverages back to the living room, just as you spotted the non alcoholic juice cocktail nestled all the way in the back of the bottom row - your fingers suddenly prickling with newfound determination.

"You're really.....fuck," Mark groaned from somewhere behind you and all at once the breeze against your bare center had you shivering. You've been caught. "come here."

It was a silent, steady command that rang with regained composure and as you stood up straight, Marks hands gripped your hips with ferocity, spinning you around to face him.

If the flaring of his nostrils and the glossy, lost glare in his doe eyes were anything to go by, you'd ticked something inside of him that began raging like a bull behind his ribcage; dick swelling in his sweats at a rapid rate, while he pulled you closer to his body by the swell of your ass.

Your gasp was a puff against his cheek, pupils blown wide when you felt the warmth of his palm against your sex from behind, the prod of his middle finger. You could still hear Jaehyun and Johnny in the living room just around the corner, furthering the mixture of thrill and embarrassment.

"You did this on purpose, huh?" He growled it against your ear, the vibration trilling down your spine and flooding your pelvis with heat. Within the second you were being tugged along, out of the kitchen and through the hall that led to an intersection of doors; the one straight ahead being the bathroom, the others bedrooms.

You had to grip onto the back of his shirt to keep up with him, despite the fact that your wrist was firmly entrapped by his slim fingers. You entered the middle door and that's what led to your current situation; your ass perched on his friends' bathroom counter with your dress being hiked up around your thighs.

"M-Markie, right now? W-what if they come looking for - ohhhh, for us?" You sputter as the pad of his middle and forefinger rub your clit in circles, his bottom lip caught between his two front teeth. He chuckles darkly, in a way that makes you leak, and suddenly you're far too worked up to think straight anymore.

"Don't Markie me, you really came here in this pretty little dress," he tugs the ensemble up higher, until it's resting around your hips and your naked center is in full view. "with your pussy right underneath, completely bare."

He kisses you sloppily, as if he's as drunk on the adrenaline as you are, but with clear purpose. You grind against his fingers and then he's pulling away, grin lopsided and fever inducing, the way it always is when he's in these moods.

"That's not-" he cuts you off, slowing his circles and your clit throbs in protest.

"What? Not fair?" He scoffs, pulling you closer by the back of your knees, nestling his narrow hips in between your parted thighs while his mouth presses soft kisses to your cheek, down your jaw.

"You know what's really not fair, baby?" Your wetness is loud even as he glides his digits through the silk of your folds, using the lightest of touches to trace the ring of your slit.

"You knew I'd notice, eventually," his tongue flicks across your throat, over to your carotid artery until he's kissing the patch of skin just under your ear. "and you wanted my dick to get hard in front of my friends - fuck - wanted me to have to drag you to the bathroom and rub your little pussy just like this - you were staring at my hands all day, hmm?"

You're already trembling in his hold, and you have to fight back the near irrepressible urge to whimper when he slides those fingers into your sopping heat - your walls sucking him in greedily, contracting around the digits.

"Fuuuck baby, so fucking wet." he groans, curling his fingers when he feels you squeezing around them. You blame it on him- it's hard not to notice the bulge that has formed underneath his shorts, and your neediness grows with each sound that passes his pretty lips.

Of course, this is Mark, though. He feeds off of the fact that you're so fucked out so fast, knows that you'll act completely innocent until he fucks the truth about your mischievous plans out of you - even so, you whine just a bit too loudly when your hole feels sudden emptiness.

"Please, Mark," you're begging already, pouting until he brings the soaked digits to your mouth. Without missing a beat you're parting your lips and suckling your juices off of him, his dick twitching the minute he feels the slick of your tongue.

"Is that what you're gonna call me, while you're trying to get your way?" He cups your cheek, pulling his spit soaked fingers from your mouth before wiping them on the inside of your thigh.

"No, no sir I'm sorry," he smiles proudly, cock leaking and desire saturating his senses as you stare up at him through the thick of your lashes, clinging onto the front of his shirt in an effort to pull him closer than what he already is.

This proves to showcase your real desperation and then he's kissing you again, roughly at first but then he's rhythmic while he takes his time suckling your bottom lip, then your top, and alternating between the two.

You're so distracted by the feel of his tongue against the roof of your mouth, that you don't even realize he's shoved his shorts down, until the bulbous tip of his cock rubs against your swollen clit.

"Fuck me, please Mar-sir? Want you s-so bad." You mewl, gasping when you're suddenly pulled off of the counter by your waist, turned around and met with your disheveled reflection in the bathroom mirror. You bend yourself over with no hesitation, eyes drawn forward and belly tightening with arousal from the sight before you; from the way Mark's entire expression has darkened, gaze low and focused on the glistening between your legs.

"Yeah? Wanna be fucked full of my cum, hmm baby?" He's fucked out, hazy from the ache in the pit of his belly, in his chest. He's gripping the thick shaft of his length, rubbing the plum hued head up an down your slit as if it's his tongue lapping at your pussy instead.

"Mm, yes, yes please stuff me full, sir."

You push back against him and he chuckles at the way you're trembling, though he honestly doesn't think he can last much longer to tease you about it, balls tightening with the urge to release. Plus, how could he say no to you?

It always takes him by surprise, every single time he pushes himself into you. It's a further reminder that you're his, made for him in every way and it makes his desire even headier.

He bottoms out and you're gripping onto the edge of the sink for dear life, eyes holding themselves open just so you can watch Marks soft features contort into that of someone else completely. His dark eyebrows are furrowed in concentration, petal lips parted.

He drags his length out of you and you're the only thing he sees as he thrusts himself back into the warmth of your sex, his hands snug around your hips as a form of leverage for the pace he sets; hard and precise.

Johnny and Jaehyun are long but forgotten now, in fact when you're with Mark, it seems as though everything else disappears completely. That's not an understatement, especially not when he's able to fuck you like this, pretty groans leaving his throat, his manhood buried deep inside of you.

You're a whimpering mess and he doesn't have the heart to tell you to quiet down, you're too beautiful like this and you're - "So fuckin' wet for me baby, shit."

You're completely coating his cock in your milky essence, it's smearing the front of his thighs and dripping down his balls. You feel the warmth of mouth against the side of your cheek and realize he's lent over, arms wrapped fiercely around your middle as he rolls his agile hips into you from behind.

"M-Maaark, mmmph." You feel so full, too full and you're not sure what to do with yourself - bouncing back on his length, the back of your thighs meeting the front of his.

"You like being fucked like this baby?" He uses one arm to reach down in between your thighs where the two of you are connected, rubbing circles over your bud as he did earlier. "You want me to have you leaking between your legs with my cum?"

He's filthy, and each word that is spoken through a growl has your belly filling with an unbearable pressure, body lurching with each sharp, sloppy thrust of his hips.

"Y-Yes Markie, make a mess o-oohhhh, out of me."

You've forgotten about the formalities but he's okay with it, in fact the nickname sounds so pretty coming from you, that it makes the drive to fill you with his seed that much more powerful.

"Gonna - fuck, gonna put a baby in you, mmm," he curls his hips and hits a spot inside of you that has your body involuntarily jerking, legs wobbly. "gonna make sure everyone knows who got you all big and swollen."

Even the thought has you barely holding it together, his possessiveness stirring a whirlwind of emotions within you that seem to be building by the second. He stands uo to his full stature and returns to his previous position in an effort to hold you up, sensing that his mouth has you worked up beyond belief.

"You like that baby? Can feel you squeezing around me."

It's sadistic, really. Your eyes aren't even all the way open, the balloon of pressure in your belly swelling and swelling, spreading licks of fire through your nerve endings, causing you to drip onto the bathroom floor with each drag of his cock from your heat.

"Ple-ease don't s-stop, oh fuck, Mark please." You're not making any sense but he understands perfectly, as he always has and always will. Hes not fairing much better, if he's honest, and so he's truly grateful that you're so close to falling apart as he knows he won't be long either.

"Awe, look at you," his voice isn't steady but it's still strong, teasing in its lilt. "you're gonna cum all over my dick aren't you? That's what you wanted all along, couldn't even wait."

You mewl as a reply and he twitches, the end dangerously close with each stroke. He's never felt someone so soft, so warm and wet for him and only him and now you're panting his name, over and iver again as if it's the only word you've ever known.

"Markmarkmark, oh fuck, I'm c-cumming."

A hand clamps over your mouth while you drown in the liquid heat that pulsates through you in rigorous, violent waves; tears brimming in your eyes and knees practically giving out.

Mark manages to keep you steady, to fuck you through your orgasm while your muffled cries seep into his skin like they're made of medicine; and in reality it's probably only seconds after, with you throbbing around his cock, that he feels his orgasm rip through him as viciously as yours rips through you.

You know the signs enough by now to sense it in his body, and despite the fact that you're still loopy, you manage to pull your eyes open just enough to watch him lose it - his body bowing and chest pressing against your front as he pumps himself into you with sloppy thrusts.

His bottom lip almost bleeds with how hard his teeth dig into it, tremors wracking through him while the warmth of his cum fills you from the inside out, and it has an aftershock of orgasmic pleasure moving through the marrow of your bones.

It's not even a moment later when you feel the softness of his kisses against any expanse of skin he can reach, soft smooch sounds accompanied by the flurry of gentle pecks. You feel like you're floating, despite still not being able to move properly.

"My baby, my darling," he sings against your skin and you giggle at the giddiness that radiates from the doe eyed boy, your Mark. He pulls himself out of you and you try not to whine, but ultimately fail, too used to the feeling of him inside of you. "don't pout, gotta clean you up."

Your eyes are closed and the sound of running water pulls you from your momentary reverie, even more so as you feel the warmth of a cloth against your sensitive center; a flush of heat leaving you dangling in the realization of what you two have just done in Johnny and Jaehyun's bathroom.

"Oh fuck." You attempt to bury your face in your arms but Mark stops you, chuckling as if he hasn't got a care in the world while he adjusts your dress to drape over your hips again, pulling you into his chest.

"Shh, it's okay it's okay. We made the place more...more homey - you know?" He teases with a warm chuckle that threatens to tear any worries from your mind, and you bury your face against the crook of his neck, smiling.

"I swear to fuck if they used even one of my brand new wash cloths I'm never inviting them over again." Jaehyun seethes.

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thefallennightmare · 5 years

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Soldat [3/10]

Paring: Bucky Barnes x Reader and Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: language, angst, fluff, violence, smut(eventually)

Summary: Captain America and Reader have worked together at SHIELD for over a year. What happens when they have a run in with The Winter Solider and Steve finds out the secret Reader had been hiding from him all this time?

A/N: I am on a roll today! Hopefully I can get another chapter out today. Feel free to send me a comment, message, or an ask if you want to be tagged in this story!

The bickering had reached a whole new level of annoying. Natasha wanted to jump right into the fight; for Nick. Steve wanted to think about a plan of action first. He hated not having a plan. And Steve’s new friend, Sam, was fine with whatever we decided; he was happy to help in whatever way we needed. I, however, did not want to do anything. I sat at the table in Sam’s kitchen with the rest of them, chipping away at my nail polish, trying to drown out their voices knowing they would try to make me choose a side.

It had been one hell of a 48 hours. After Steve and I barely managed to escape Shield Headquarters, Natasha, and I found what was on the hard drive Nick left Steve; a location in New Jersey. Come to find out it was where Steve was trained for the war; pre serum. And what we found there was something that still wasn’t sitting well with any of us.

Hydra had infiltrated Shield years ago thanks to Dr. Zola and had been creating weapons that could be used to eliminate millions of people all over the world. We had also found out who had killed Nick, granted I knew before any of them but decided not to tell them.

The Winter Soldier.

Once Shield had found us in New Jersey and after dropping a bomb on us literally, we made it back to D.C and were currently hiding out in Sam’s house. I was tired, hungry, and desperately needed a shower however everyone was bickering about what our next plan of action needed to be.

I continued to remain silent, hoping that Steve could make the decision without me. I had seen a lot of shit during my years on Swat and in the FBI. I also faced a lot of scary things but nothing scared me more than the Winter Soldier and I was not about to tell my team why.

“Y/N?”

“Hmm?” I reluctantly looked away from my fingers and rested my eyes on Steve’s face.

The bags under his eyes were heavy and his shoulders were heavily weighed with the guilt of everything happening. We both needed to rest before we did anything drastic.

“What do you think we should do?” He questioned.

They waited patiently for my answer, causing me to groan.

“Please don’t make me choose,” I begged while pushing away from the table, “I need some time alone.”

Ignoring their stares, I walked down towards one of the spare bedrooms Sam allowed us to stay in and fell onto the bed with a large groan. My body started feeling heavy, darkness starting to engulf me in sleep, and I almost succumbed when voices in my mind awoke me with a start.

Soldat? What are you doing here?

You need to leave, now.

No, I’m not leaving you. I lo-

“Y/N?”

Raising from the bed, I leaned back on my elbows and gave Steve a weak smile. He was leaning against the door frame, the muscles in his arms tensing as he crossed them over his chest.

“Are you alright?” He asked.

“Yeah. I’m sorry for snapping earlier. I haven’t slept in over 21 hours and my body feels like it’s been thrown through the ringer. I need a massage and a hot shower,” I admitted while rubbing my shoulder.

Steve nodded towards the bathroom that was attached to the bedroom. “I was about to shower. You can go ahead.”

Sucking in my bottom lip between my teeth, I took in his appearance, suddenly wishing I could see him underneath the stream of water. He was only wearing his jeans with a white tank top and I fought the urge to suggest that we should shower together.

“Or you could join me. Save water, ya know?”

Fuck.

Steve’s eyes widened at the request and coughed, trying to hide the arousal that pooled in his stomach. “I’ll just use the shower in Sam’s room.”

My cheeks burned in embarrassment when Steve turned me down and I simply nodded before dragging my feet towards the bathroom.

“Sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking.” I mumbled.

“Y/N-”

Steve’s voice called as I slammed the door shut behind me. A twinge of guilt pulled at my heart for snapping at him but I was embarrassed that I had even suggested that in front of him with everything going on. I should have been worrying about what our next steps were going to be, not having shower sex with Steve

Groaning out in pleasure, I let the hot water cascade down my body, the dirt and sweat rinsing away with ease. Not wanting to be rude and use up all of the hot water, I stepped out a few minutes later wrapping a towel tightly around my chest.

“Y/N?” A soft knock sounded on the other side of the door.

Natasha.

“Yeah?” I called back.

“There’s some fresh clothes for you on the bed. Sam said an ex of his left a bunch of her clothes here so they’re fair game.”

Even though I couldn’t see her, I knew Nat had a smug smile on her face.

“Thank you, I’ll be out in a minute.” I giggled.

Once I knew I was alone again, I used my fingers as a comb to untangle the knots out of my hair before leaving the bathroom, shutting the light off behind me. My feet padded against the carpet but came to a halt when I saw the figure walk through the door, a towel wrapped tightly to his waist.

Steve jumped a bit when he saw me, not realizing I was out of the shower yet.

“Sorry! Nat said she had some clothes for me in here,” He apologized.

“Of fucking course she did,” I scoffed.

Silence fell between us as we both stared at each other. Steve’s hair was pretty damp still, water running down his broad chest, and I had to lock my feet into place to stop myself from running over to him, licking up the little drops of water. The sexual tension between us was getting thicker each second that passed and Steve had to discreetly adjust himself under his towel .

“Did the shower help?” His voice came out raw and husky.

Licking my lips, I shook my head. “I still think I could have used some help.”

Steve’s body went rigid and slowly nodded. “Sorry.”

“Next time,” I jokingly suggested.

“Definitely.”

Steve’s eyes went dark with lust as they grazed over my exposed skin, as if taking a mental picture for himself. Feeling the desire pool between my legs, I pointed behind me.

“I’m going to get dressed in the bathroom. Feel free to use the bedroom.”

Grabbing the black leggings and the maroon tank top, I scurried into the bathroom, Steve’s burning gaze on my back. Once alone, I let out a few strong breaths to steady myself.

I wasn’t sure what had come over Steve but whatever it was, I wanted to find out if it were his true feelings or just being caught practically naked that caused it. Biting my lip, I opted out of the leggings, deciding to just wear the tank top and underwear and after tousling my hair a bit, I walked back out into the bedroom, hoping Steve would still be there.

He wasn’t.

Letting out a disappointing breath, I pulled back the sheets of the bed, suddenly wanting nothing more than to take a six hour nap. I was about to crawl underneath when the door opened, Steve returning wearing nothing but sweatpants that hung dangerously low on his hips. His hair was brushed back, a few strands falling into his face, and he had a glass of water in one hand.

He looked like a fucking dream.

I scrunch my eyebrows in confusion. “I thought you left?”

“I did. To grab some water for you.” Steve placed the water on the bedside table before locking his gaze with mine.

“Have we decided what the plan is?” I questioned.

He nodded. “We’ve got a few leads we can follow. Sam suggested we rest up before though. We’re leaving in a few hours.”

“Okay,” I responded.

Steve stuffed his hands in his pockets before nodding towards the door. “I’ll come wake you up when we’re ready to go.”

“Stay,” I breathed.

He blinked before nodding, not bothering to ask if it was okay. He knew I didn’t mind.

We crawled underneath the covers together, Steve’s body warmth immediately warming me up without me touching him. I went to turn my back to him but his arms engulfed around me pulling me into his chest. Not fighting it, I rested my head against it, absolutely loving the feeling of having a body pressed against mine. It had been years since I’ve been in bed with anyone and had missed the feeling of it terribly.

“Is this alright?” Steve questioned.

“More than alright,” I cooed.

We fell into a comfortable silence and I felt the darkness starting to take over when Steve started running one hand through my hair, the other tracing shapes on my bare thigh. His lips grazed the top of my head and his breath hitched when I placed a leg over his hips.

“Is this alright?” I mimicked his question, the sleep slowly taking me.

“Sweetheart, you don’t even have to ask.” Steve groaned.

“Let me go you asshole!” I screamed pounding on the bars in front of me.

“Shut up!” The guard spat towards me.

“You’ve kept me prisoner for days now. I’ve told you before, I don’t know anything!”

“I said shut up!” The guard pointed his gun towards me, immediately shutting me up.

Biting my lip, I fell against the wall of my cell, a sob escaping the confines of my throat.

“SOLDAT!You’ve returned. Watch her. I have to take a piss,” The disgusting guard demanded of a man who I hadn’t noticed before.

The man stepped closer to the slightly dimmed cell and my breath caught in my throat. The light cascaded his metal arm and I scurried farther away from him.

“I swear I don’t know anything about Zola, please.” I sobbed.

Soldat turned his head to the side, studying me, his hair falling into his face. He pushed away the strands of hair with his metal fingers before looking around the small cell. Using his metal arm, he ripped the door to the cage open causing me to scream. I crawled away from him but the cool fingers wrapped around my ankle, dragging me over to him.

Sitting up in bed, I let out a large scream, eyes snapping open as I took in my surroundings. I was in the guest room of Sam’s house, taking a nap with Steve.

Steve.

Looking to my left, I noticed the empty spot that was no longer warm, meaning Steve had left the bed awhile ago.

“Y/N?!”

Steve had busted through the door when he heard my screams and was kneeling in front of me. “What happened?”

I shook my head, not wanting to get into details. “Nothing. I’m fine.”

“The hell you are. Your scream woke the damn birds outside.”

My eyes snapped to the doorway where Sam and Natasha stood, worrying etched over their faces.

“I said I’m fine.” I reassured and tried to get out of bed before Steve stopped me.

His hands gripped my hips, keeping me locked in place.

“What the hell happened?” He asked, “And please don’t lie to me.”

My heart fluttered at Steve’s worried eyes but I still couldn’t find the words to tell him about my past.

“Please Steve, I don’t want to talk about it.” I begged.

“Y/N, he needs to know.” Nat’s soft voice suggested.

I looked at her dumbfounded but let out a low chuckle. “Of course you know. You’re Natasha-fucking-Romanoff.”

“I’ve known for awhile now. I’ve just been waiting for you to tell them,” She admitted with a small frown.

“Tell us what?” Sam asked.

“Sweetheart, what are you talking about? I thought there were no secrets between us.” Steve squeezed my thigh.

“It was something that happened way before I met you or Nat. I never thought to mention it because I didn’t think I would ever run into him again.” I quietly admitted.

“Who?” Steve placed a finger under my chin forcing me to look at him.

I clasped my shaking hands together and sighed, trying to find the courage to say his name out loud.

“The Winter Soldier. Or I knew him as Soldat.” I breathed, “It was years ago, back when I was in the FBI. I was undercover in Russia gaining intelligence on a possible terrorist group run by Dr. Zola when I was kidnapped. Only at the time, I didn’t know what I know now about Zola.”

Steve squeezed my hands. “How long were you a prisoner with them?”

“I stopped counting the days after ten. For all I know, I could have been held there for six months.” I revealed.

“You didn’t know his name?” Sam asked, referring to Soldat.

I shook my head. “No, the men only ever called him Soldat. It took me a while to understand what it meant; soldier.”

“That’s why you froze on the roof?” Steve suddenly started putting the pieces of the puzzle together. “He was the one who kidnapped you.”

“God, no. He was my savior. He was the reason I escaped,” I assured them, “I don’t think I would be alive if it wasn’t for Soldat.”

Jealousy raged through Steve’s eyes at the mere thought of someone else protecting me, saving me. His grip on my hands tightened and I had to gently brush my fingers across his cheek. His face softened, only for a split second before he rose to his feet, his hands dropping from my hips.

“He still killed Nick. So he’s not the Soldat you remember,” Steve’s demeanor and voice changed, almost with venom before he nodded towards Sam. “Have you heard from your informant?”

Sam nodded. “He’ll be leaving lunch in an hour.”

“Let’s suit up then,” Steve demanded, not bothering to look in my direction as he left me and Nat alone in the room together.

“Man, jealousy does not look good on him.” She chuckled.

“Whatever,” I mumbled before dragging my body to the bathroom to get ready for what I didn’t know would be the most crazy, fucked up next couple of days.

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neokollection · 5 years

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Next To You ㅡ Taeyong [Part II]

Part I

A/N: Uh, yeah- I suck at plot so honestly this is for my horny peoples- Fem!Virgin!Reader-who_doesnt_like_coffee FYI

** S M U T; fingering, oral [receiving], penetration, cum... love bites, typos **

Word Count: 5.8K

ㅡ Genre: A sprinkle of angst in the beginning- Fluffy smut!

Each time you heard the Weeknd’s chaotically mellow voice in Try Me it brought you back to that time. To the late summer party at the beach house of Johnny’s family; to the time Taeyong had you beneath him on the bed just upstairs as the floorboards thumped with the lustful bass. Bits and pieces were missing, conversations and words lost in translation, but touches and soft murmurs seared into your memory like a branding.

The two of you had been careless with your words and actions, hesitation seeming to have dissipated after several kisses shared between the two of you- You’d like to blame it on the alcohol.

Things had changed- For better or worse, you weren't sure... An awkward fog surrounded the two of you- Without the liquid courage you seemed the be at a stalemate with each other. Taeyong didn’t want to seem to clingy or pressuring, handling you delicately and always withdrawing himself when things seemed to pass chaste. As a result you became more hesitant, rarely initiating anything first. In public he seemed to have two modes, distant or protecting the spot beside you fiercely.

An example was right now- He seemed preoccupied on his phone, his Americano left untouched before him as his elbows perched upon the table adjacent from you. Idly, you stirred your straw in your drink, listening intently as the ice clinked. As a friend he seemed to easy to understand, the two of you seeming to share the same wave-length- However, now you felt as though each glance and word needed to be dissected... Partly, it was due to your self-conscious nature, feeling doubt overwhelm you on occasion.

It’d been a mere week since the party, since the events unfolded to bring the two of you together as a ‘couple’. You hadn’t expected much to change about your dynamic other than the addition of skinship and a few more loving traits. Yet, it seemed even now the chaste things he’d do like pinch your cheek when you were being silly or place his hand upon the nape of your neck on occasion to massage the tense joint considerately were a thing of the past. He seemed hyperaware of touching you, keeping his hands to himself most of the time. Except on the random occasions he seemed to be lovey or protective, always keeping a hand on you.

“Tae,” you spoke softly, watching as his relatively calm gaze flitted back and forth upon the screen of his phone.

He hummed in response before glancing at you over the top of his screen.

“You haven’t even touched your Americano,” you stressed, adding a light whine to your voice to keep the atmosphere light.

“Jaehyun’s hosting a party tonight-”

It was news to you, your brows raising gently as you brought your straw to your lips.

“Do you want to go?”

The question seemed to hold weight. You mulled over your options silently- Taeyong seemed to be phasing out of the party-scene and he’d already told you he didn’t like it when you got wasted. You didn’t want to seem too wild- Honestly, you just wanted to spend time with him.

“Not really...”

“No?”

His eyes were a little wider than normally, surprise by your words.

The last party you’d gone too was a mess, but it led to the events which led to the current moment.

“Then,” he trailed off, typing back a reply to you assumed Jaehyun.

“I just want to be with you,” you admitted, feeling a little sheepish.

You couldn’t hold in the small giggle that erupted when you met his gaze again. He grinned in return, placing his phone down before nudging his drink aside gently with his knuckles before reaching to cradle one of your hands in his own. Your insides churned and you hated yourself for shifting your thighs together in your seat. Even the simplest of touches made you hyper-sexual. Ever since that night you’d been dragging yourself for being so spontaneous and careless, cringing as you remember snippets of you crying and begging him to take your virginity- It made you feel like such a loser... Yet, you didn’t regret any of it- Because if you hadn’t, perhaps the shared touches in Johnny’s bedroom wouldn’t have taken place. His touch was so warm and gentle- And you couldn’t shake it. You thought about trying again constantly, turned on by nearly everything and anything Taeyong did- In the week since Johnny’s you’d given him another blow-job, but yet had he touched you again. You were scared he’d want to try again, but didn’t want to run the risk of disappointing him again so soon by backing out once more- So, you never asked for anything in return and simply labeled yourself as a giver. This thumb ran across the range of your knuckles, dragging across the soft skin delicately.

“Should we have our own party?”

You nodded immediately, wearing a thoughtful smile as you began to imagine the evening.

“Let’s go then-”

“Ah-”

Letting out a small sound of surprise at his words as he withdrew his hand, you blinked several times.

“You didn’t finish your-”

“I decided I don’t want it-”

“...W-Why? That’s-”

“You don’t like coffee,” he interjected.

Your brows scrunched together as he shrugged on his denim jacket.

“So?”

A knowing grin took over his features.

“You’ll thank me later.”

Confused as Hell, you let out a small sigh, collecting your small tote as you stood. He was always so cryptic.

“What does that mean?” you inquired as you left the café.

His fingers slipped into your own, before swinging your conjoined hand gently.

“It means,” he began, lowering his voice, “I don’t want you to use it as an excuse later-”

“Excuse?”

He nearly rolled his eyes, feeling as though his intentions were so obvious. The wind blew suddenly as the two of you reached the bus stop. He unclasped his hand from your own, reaching up to brush your hair from your face with a small smile before his thumb brushed your bottom lip affectionately before pinching it gently between the pad of his thumb and smooth plane of the side of his index. He tugged it softly, his warm eyes seeping into your own.

“My place or yours?”

You sputtered, reaching up to grasp his hand with your own two, pulling him away so you could answer.

“Mine is kind of messy,” you admitted.

You could feel your cheeks heat, he was oddly so affectionate, giving you the attention you craved.

“Of course it is,” he teased, tearing his gaze away from looking down at you and instead at the approaching bus.

Just your luck... All of the seats were full. Holding onto one of the poles, Tae loitered behind you, reaching up to hang off of one of the squeaky rungs. As the bus lurched forward, you felt his chest press to your back. A hand swung around to grab the cool metallic pole just above your own. His hand seemed so large in comparison, his forearm flexing as he adjusted his grip. A bit shyly, you looked up at him from over your shoulder. He wore a small smile as he met your gaze. Perhaps this was the turning point. Perhaps the awkward tension of transitioning from friends to lovers was natural and took only a bit of time to fade away. As chaste as the moment was, you wanted nothing more than to plaster your lips to his neck and jaw, gnawing on the inside of your lip at the idea of painting his skin in dark hickies.

“What should we do?”

His voice had a cute lilt too it- He never broke his cutesy side out too often, but ever since you said you wanted to spend the evening with him he couldn’t help the butterflies from bubbling inside.

“Maybe...” you pondered, “Order chicken-”

He sputtered a laugh, “Are you hungry?”

You’d had a light lunch before you met him- But the idea was always appealing.

“And watch a movie?” you suggested, “Is it too boring?”

“No,” he grinned, “It’s simple. I like simple.”

You could feel eyes upon the pair of you, no doubt seeming as enamored lovebirds in public was bound to catch a few stares.

Taeyong could feel a heat rise to his ears as his stop neared, his mind having played tricks on him all day- It was a simple evening, but after being worn out simple was exactly what he was looking for. That is... A hope he had to get worn out. A strenuous activity that’d leave the two of you satisfied- Was what he was craving. He couldn’t stop glancing down the hint of cleavage your shirt allowed- How the tops of your breasts rounded when you crossed your arms or leaned against the table across from him. And your ass- He shouldn’t have been so objectifying, but your ass was always something he’d appreciated. From the tight skirts or dresses you sometimes wore at parties to the simple jeans you wore now- He just wanted to knead it, to feel it beneath his fingertips- His mind wandered to the time he’d thought of holding you close as you rode him in his lap, his hands glued to the curvature of-

“Tae?”

He was snapped from his thoughts as you tugged on his sleeve, scanning your bus card as the mechanic doors slid open. Following after you, he let you link your arm with his as he shoved his card into his pocket. He knew he shouldn’t have such explicit thoughts, considering it’d only been a week- What if he subconsciously pressured you... Too caught up in his own desires...? Little did he know, you were having the same thoughts.

Window open, you were able to here the quaint sounds of the city- Buses brakes hisses in the distance and the chatter of pedestrians. It was a tad too loud for your liking, although he was on the 7th floor.

“Can I close the window?”

He gave a nod, slipping off his shows behind you before watching your quick steps. The silence that came with closing the window made his small apartment feel even smaller. Glancing to the side, you saw his bed wasn’t made, blankets messily strewn about on the mattress. He lived in a studio, you could see everything. Yet, you had to admit, it was more well-kept than your own.

You felt arms circle around you, your hand still reaching up to grasp the window latch. A hot breath ghosted along your neck- A hand reaching up to brush the underside of your chest, his other smoothing along the outside of your hip.

“I ditched my Americano so you would make-out with me,” he admitted, turning you around.

You had to chuckle, pawing at his shoulder gently, “Because I don’t like the taste of coffee?”

He gave a hum, resting his forehead against yours as he backed you up against the wall to the side of the window.

“I would have made-out with you anyway,” you retorted, your voice a mere whisper.

Instead of verbally responding, he let his eyes flutter close, his head tilting to the side so gently before his lips were melding with your own. You sighed against his lips, gripping his shirt in your hands, to bring him closer, but push him away if he smothered you- His kiss was chaste and sensual, the first of its kind you’d ever received. His second kiss was less-so however, his hunger portrayed through the pressure he applied to your lips as his body drew nearer. His neck craned the more he drew neared, his hands ghosting over your own before pulling them from his shirt, guiding them to drape around his neck. You had to pull back for a moment to breath- Yet, your breath seemed to get caught in your throat once you felt his soft lips migrate to your neck, his hot tongue laving at the flesh before his lips kissed over it. You let out several small whimpers, fueling his growing desire.

“You’re so sensitive,” he breathed, as if to himself, before sucking upon the skin suddenly.

Your hands had woven into his hair at this point, your tiny voice increasing in volume as you struggled to stay quiet. His nostrils flared against your skin, hot breaths making you squirm. His hands went to your hips before falling to your thighs, pulling one of your legs to hook over his hip before motioning for the other. With one leg around him, it didn’t even take a small jump, your legs encircling his waist easily as he pressed you against the wall, his fingertips digging into the would-be flesh of your thighs-

He was on his bed, perched on the side with you in his lap, his lips reconnected with your own. He moaned against your lips in appreciation as his hands smoothed over your ass, the tight denim prohibiting him from feeling the soft flesh beneath. He gave it a small slap before pawing at it. You could feel the stiffness in his pants grow.

“I want you so bad,” he muttered.

His lips trailed down to your blouse, pulling the collar further down with an agile finger to kiss your cleavage, taking his time to let his lips explore the valley of your breasts. With a huff, you toppled him over, your thighs buffering either side of his hips as you knelt upon the sheets- You’d meant to be more suave and not so rough or sudden, but you had to stop yourself from falling on top of him, your hands holding you up on either side of his head. His dark eyes flickered down between the two of you, taking in your position. He didn’t have much time to react, a choked gasp escaping him as you let your lips mouth at his neck- You wasted no time introducing your teeth, happy to litter his skin with blossoming bruises. He was more vocal than you’d expected, small hums and sudden ‘ah’s escaping him every other breath. He wanted to pull the rest of you flush against him, to grind his painful tent against whatever he could...

Suddenly, he was rolling the two of you over, his weight pressing to you as you clung to him. He let you continue to suck and kiss along his neck, creating space between your lower halves before he was reaching down to undo the button of your jeans. You couldn’t help but draw back slightly panicked.

“I want to eat you out,” he replied, unzipping the zipper before letting his gaze fix upon your own, “Is that okay?”

“I-”

You wanted the pleasure he promised, for him to get what he wanted, but... You felt shy still-

“D-Don’t look though,” you stammered.

Without reply, he drew back, pulling your jeans off with the help of your lips rising from the sheets. He shucked them aside, letting his lips linger upon your knee for a moment as his hands smoothed up the expanse of your smooth legs. He took a quick glance at your panties and you squeezed your eyes shut in embarrassment for a moment before they nearly bugged out of their sockets. A sharp hiccup of a mewl left you, feeling his lips indirectly upon you. His saliva and your essence were quick to aid with bleeding through the thin fabric of your panties, the warm moisture causing your back to arch. He positioned himself between your legs, mouthing at your heat through your underwear, taking deep breaths of your scent in all the while. Taeyong’s hands had curled around your thighs, keeping them close to him, but far enough apart to not shut him out.

“Oh my God-,” you whimpered, threading a hand into his locks.

His obsidian orbs shot up to meet your own, transfixing you. You broke his gaze only when you felt his tongue wiggle against your clit, the semi-rough fabric of your panties feeling blissful. He transitioned to kissing the inside of your thigh as his fingers hooked in the waistband. Your scent and taste already had him salivating and he hadn’t even tasted you properly yet. He pulled your panties down, the fabric biting into the tops of your thighs as two of his fingers hooked into the crotch, pulling it towards the sheets to allow him full access to you. He licked a long stripe up the expanse you offered before drawing back slightly. Dazed, you let your head lull to the side, too affected to even make a scene as you caught Taeyong staring at your heat.

“You shaved?”

“I waxed,” you corrected, voice quiet.

A week ago when he’d had his fingers sheathed within you, he could feel a tuff of hair buffering your womanhood, but now- It was bare. You’d been so self-conscious of it and not knowing when the next might present itself for you man to touch you, you did what any panicking virgin would do and got it waxed. A hand slid to your folds, stretching them apart to allow your Taeyong to press a kiss to your clit.

“So beautiful,” he muttered, knowing the words were cliché, but nothing else came to mind, “All mine,” he muttered, lower.

Squirming under his gaze, he took the hint, leaning in to tease your clit with his petal-pink tongue gently before letting his eyes drift to your construed face.

“Have you ever done this before?”

“No...”

He took a certain pride in being the first to give such an intimate gesture, feeling as though it’d be a memorable moment for the two of you- And as if your sex was truly his. You squirmed in the sheets once more, letting your nails dig into his scalp as your fingers curled in his hair, pulling him closer, but also giving you something to grapple onto in reality. Nose brushing your swollen bud, he let his lips drag along the folds of your heat, darting his tongue out to prod at your entrance as you drew your legs further apart to spread you. His plush lips embraced your lower lips hungrily, lips noisily suckling upon your clitoris before drawing back for a moment to press a kiss to it. His finger dipped into your core and you withdrew your hands from his hair, pulling one of his nearby pillows to hug against your face. He chuckled against your heat as you did so, swirling his finger around your core to collect your natural lubricant before adding a second finger. You felt his fluff of hair brush your thigh before the weight of his head rest against it, lazily tonguing at your clit as he slowly pumped two fingers into you, watching intently. Your face felt hot, even more so that you could smell his scent so strongly from his pillow. Why was he so good at this? Withdrawing his fingers, he pressed them to your clit, rubbing it in slow circles.

“So pretty,” he mumbled, “So pink-”

You had no words to reply to him, your back nearly snapping in half as you jolted, feeling his tongue against your ridges once more, able to feel what you assumed was your own slick mixed with his saliva drip from your core as you constricted around nothing. Humming in delight, he flattened his tongue against you, his fingers applying more pressure as their pace increased. A chant of curses and a squeal left you, muffled by the pillow. He used one hand to still your writhing hips.

“Fuck- You taste so good,” he grumbled, an addicting sweetened tang he’d never had before.

“I-I’m close,” you whined, his fingers abusing your clit causing your thighs to tremble.

Removing his face from your heat, his tongue darted out to lick his lips before he wretched the pillow away from you. Falling to rest upon his other hand he stared down at you, your panties snapping to brush his knuckles.

“I want to see you-”

Your hands struggled with where to cling- Settling with grabbing your own shirt as your back arched off the bed.

“P-Please,” you begged, eyes trained upon the man above you.

You didn’t have to beg, he’d give you what you wanted and more.

“I’m- God!” you heaved, brows knitting together as his fingers tugged your clit side to side vigorously.

You came, clenching around nothing, your hips lifting from the bed to chase your release before your thighs began to tremble. Your voice was caught in your throat, your mouth hanging open dumbly as you lost yourself in euphoria in his eyes. Leaning down, Taeyong pressed several kisses to your face as you let out a small whine of overstimulation, your body curling up. Drawing back, he was quick to make work of his belt, dropping it aside with a clamor as he shucked his jeans down- His eyes raked over your limp figure before he reached down to unbutton your blouse, flinging it open before pushing his black jeans to his knees which dipped into the mattress. Impatient, he pulled down his briefs next, out of breath.

“Can I cum on you?”

He was already palming himself, his stiff length painfully hard.

“Yes,” you answered, breathless.

Propping yourself up on your elbows, you let your blouse fall from your shoulders to your elbows, craning your neck towards Taeyong to let out a breath against his member. He stopped his hand, his hips seeming to move towards you on their own. Clutching his taut sack, he let out a hiss as your lips wrapped around his blushing tip, your tongue pressing to the underside of his head. Working himself, he hand pumped the rest of his shaft, the tip bleeding with precum onto your tongue. He cursed to himself several times, etching the sight into his memory for later times. The way your lashes seemed to bat up at him, pink tongue coaxing him to release... How was he already so close? Regretfully pulling himself from your mouth, his hand vigorously pumped himself, his neck and love bites on display as he let it fall back, mouth hanging open before he snapped forward, a groan escaping him as he hunched over you. A guttural sound left him before a soundless breath, his seed painted your stomach before he angled it upward, milking the last of him on the valley of your breasts, a few drops getting on your bra.

“Ah- God...” he groaned, leaning back on his haunches.

His member bobbed to the side as he did, still hard. Looking at him in alarm, as to why he only seemed to grow harder you noticed his semi-pained expression.

“Are you-”

He leaned back forward, his mused fringe falling over his eyes as he resumed tugging himself.

“I want you inside me-” you burst, unable to hold it anymore.

Retching his shirt over his head, he didn’t seem to care as he wiped the cum from you with it before balling it up carelessly and tossing it aside. It was so unlike him. Stepping off the bed, he shucked his jeans to the floor, not even taking the care to peel his socks off before fumbling for something under the bed. Condoms.

“Take off your shirt,” he directed.

He was back on the bed in a matter of seconds, propped against the headboard slyly as he watched you, tearing open the condom to roll over his member. Doing as he instructed, you let your flimsy blouse fall to the floor, kicking your panties off in the process, reaching behind you to undo your bra next.

“Leave it on,” he bargained, waving you towards him.

Crawling towards him he patted the spaces on either side of his toned thighs. You in took a sharp breath- Were you going to be riding him? The thought made you nervous. With legs on either side of his own, he held your gaze, sitting up straighter before pulling you forward by the thin material holding the cups of your bra together. A small gasp sounded before his lips were on yours again. His hand was once again at your heat, dipping a finger in before another easily, spreading your own cum around your folds. You felt filthy- He made you feel filthy, with the things he did to you and made you do. Two fingers penetrated you once more building a steady pace as he caught your bottom lip between his teeth. You let out hiccupped moans at the sensation, your hands falling to his shoulders to steady yourself.

“You like it?” he asked, pulling away a tad.

Nodding, you bit your lip, rocking forward gently with each pump he gave you.

“Look at you now- You’re a little slut now- Aren’t you?”

Hearing him call you such a name was so hot and you nodded with a mewl, clenching around his fingers as he smiled.

“Think you can take another?”

You gave a hum, nails digging into his shoulders as he added a third. His fingers stopped pumping into you, opting to curl, a squelching sound sounding as he did so vigorously. You let your face fall to his shoulder with a loud whine of his name.

“I can’t wait to fuck you,” he whispered into your ear before removing his fingers.

His other hand fell to the crown of your head, holding you close.

“Are you ready?”

You gave a silent nod against him, your thighs tensing.

“Relax, “ he breathed into your hair.

His slick hand directed his length to your core- You were glad he couldn’t see your face, you’d be too embarrassed to meet his smoldering gaze- His tip pressed into your folds gingerly before he lifted his lips slightly, pushing further into you. It was rather uncomfortable for a few moments as you clung to him. He pushed in further before his progress slowed, seeming to be stuck.

“Relax,” he reminded, his breath uneven.

Trying your best to melt into his hold, you let out a small cry of discomfort before a sharp breath. He’d pressed on, past what you assumed was the tightest part of your cavern. It didn’t feel as uncomfortable as before now, but you moved your hips a tad. Seating your weight deeper, you aided him in going down his length. His hips falling back to the sheets as his head fell back. It was beginning to feel uncomfortable again, his girth thicker near his base. Forcing yourself to finish what you started, you bottomed him out, wincing in the process and adjusting your hips to find a comfortable position. His hands flew to your hips, his hips flexing gently to slowly press himself deeper. Letting you adjust, his fingertips skimmed up your back to your bra, undoing the clasp before gently ushering your face from his shoulder.

“Is it okay?”

You gave a nod, bringing your arms in to let him pull the straps from your shoulders.

“Ah-” you whined suddenly as he shifted, pulling you closer as to let his cheek press to your breast as he peppered kisses.

“You feel so good, angel-” he praised, his gaze half-lidded, “So tight.”

You blushed, never in your years of friendship had he called you such an affectionate pet name-

Experimentally lifting his hips, he withdrew from you a tad before shallowly protruding once more. After a few experimental rolls of his hips, he rocked your hips back and forth as he sat of further against the headboard, resting his forehead against your own. Impatient for pleasure yourself, you rose your hips before letting them fall.

“You feel so good,” you murmured, repeating his simple words.

Fuck. Even in such a compromising position you were cute-

“I-”

He held back his words, remembering he should take things slower.

“Y-Yes,” you whined as he flexed his hips against you, fucking into you shallowly.

His nails dug into your skin before they raked up the expanse of your back to pull your front flush with his.

“Does it hurt?”

“No-”

Impatient, his hands slid down to your ass, kneading the flesh in his hands before he increased his pace, pulling back further to infiltrate you deeper with each thrust. His pace wasn’t fast, nor was it slow. You soon found yourself bouncing upon his length in time with him. It felt a hundred times better than his fingers, a full feeling you’d never experienced before. He gave a particularly hard thrust causing you to whine.

“O-Ow, that-”

“I’m sorry,” he soothed, voice husky as if out of breath, his face nuzzling into your hair as he slowed.

Leaning you back, he laid you on your back, slipping out of you in the process. Hovering over you, he was quick to stuff himself back inside, pulling one of your thighs to hook over his sharp hip. He gave languid strokes, his eyes boring into your own all the while. He was intense, so much so you had to look away. The mattress creaked beneath the both of you, his knees digging into the springs. His thrusts built up once more, he opted to build his pace, but keep his power relatively the same, content with staying within you shallowly with quick and light thrusts. You couldn’t get any words out- Everything that came out was an unintelligible sound. Accidentally, he gave a harsh thrust, bottoming out with a slap of skin. Your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head and Taeyong held in his apology.

Everything was too much. The smell of sex, an intoxicatingly unique scent that you found yourself rather liking- The smell of him, his cologne lingering on his body and sheets. The taste of a dry mouth- The sounds of his low grunts and skin slapping- The sensations; the feeling of the ridges of his cock penetrating you. The way your heart beat so rapidly, over flowing with affection and emotions.

And like that he came- Again. You were a tad sad the fun had to end now that you were getting used to it- But you were equally as exhausted. He pulled out and waddled to the bathroom and you had to chuckle at how he’d left his socks on. The sink ran for a few moments and you pulled one of his covers around you, inhaling deeply to bask in his scent. Next you heard the familiar sound of peeing, grinning to yourself that he hadn’t even closed the door. You rolled yourself further into the sheets, feeling cozy enough to drift off. The faucet sounded once more.

“What kind of chicken to do you want?”

Rolling over to face him, you watched him tug on a pair of sweatpants, his lean torso snagging your attention.

“Any-”

Dropping to the sheets, he draped a leg over your cocooned form, phone in hand. Playfully, he pulled you into his chest, propping his phone up on the top of your head as he scrolled through the delivery menu. Wiggling, you looked up at him. He grinned in return- A beautiful heart-throb of a grin. His eyes flickered to your hair, patting it down softly.

“Your hair’s a mess,” he teased.

As he did so, you focused your gaze on the love bites you’d scattered across his honey skin. Smiling to yourself childishly.

“Cajun wings,” he sang to himself, not even giving you the chance to add your input as he checked out.

“Is it boneless?”

“No,” he chortled, amused by your pout.

“You’re so cute,” he added, dropping his phone to the side.

“I feel so filthy,” you admitted.

“Why? It’s only natural-” he said, flicking your forehead, “Are you saying I’m dirty?”

“No,” you howled, wiggling.

“My cum baby,” he teased.

“Don’t call me that!”

“Why?”

He rolled over you, his voice dangerously low, “You like it when you cum, don’t you?”

You nodded, as if it was obvious, opening your mouth-

“And you like it when you have my cum on you, don’t you?” he interjected, “You like to swallow my cum and taste yours from my lips-”

You heaved at his chest, pushing him away. He was teasing you again.

“Do you want to shower?” he suddenly asked, rolling away.

ㅡ

A shower was just what you’d needed, feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. You felt clean and pristine- Though his body wash had been a bit too musky for your taste. On the back of the toilet was a set of shorts and t-shirt he’d set out for you.

When you came out you could smell the tantalizing scent of chicken. On the floor sat Taeyong, box of delivery open, a small tray placed to the side for bones. The washer ran, water noisily splashing against its’ door. On his desk, his monitor, playing some sort of movie. You sat beside him on the floor, surprised to find there was not a hair or crumb in place. His eyes were so wide, peaked with interest at the movie on screen.

“Did you answer the door like that?” you questioned, grabbing a wing.

Glancing down at his shirtless self as if oblivious to why you’d even ask he nodded. The delivery man must have had a fright...

A tad sore, you shifted, searching for a comfortable position- Tae had fallen asleep, the movie not entertaining enough to keep him focused evidently. He spooned you, his soft breaths against the nape of your neck making your hairs stand on end. You hadn’t planned on staying the night, but seeing as it was late- He was already asleep and you were growing drowsy, it couldn’t be helped.

“Yong-ie?” you whispered quietly, curious if there was a chance he wasn’t dozed.

You were met with no reply, but when you shifted once more on the bed his hold constricted. Smiling to yourself, you felt satisfied. Your first time had been such a scary notion, hearing horror stories and your friends’ complaints, you worried that it’d be an uncomfortable and terrible experience- But it went smoother than you could have hoped~ Sure, there were some things you wish you could have changed, but who didn’t have those kind of thoughts? It was thanks to him- Thanks to having a friend like him who could laugh off any awkward moments and talk comfortably- And thanks to a lover like him who patiently did his best to put you first; conveying his emotions perfectly to make the situation feel twenty times more intimate, each touch more igniting. You already craved him again. His expressions were the first of their kind you’d seen on him, ethereal- And his words and voice, haunted you, making your toes curl in delight.

You hoped from now on things would stay as sugary sweet as they were at this moment.

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Title: umeboshi

A/N: For @pinkthespianlesbian, for the Fruits Basket SS held by @lgbtfurubanet. I don’t think I managed to fit all of your prompts together (and Momiji realizes she’s trans in this fic a bit earlier than your headcanon because I missed that line about 3rd year. XD), but I hope you enjoy this anyways!

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“It’s a romantic story,” Momiji chirped, leaning back on the school steps. It was a cloudless, warm spring day and she was happy they were finally in their summer uniforms. Kicking her feet in front of her, Momiji leaned back and stared at the bright blue sky. “My parents met in Germany, when they were students.”

“Oh.” Tohru clapped her hands excitedly. On another person, this would seem sarcastic, but every action she did was always painfully earnest. Her eyes were bright as she leaned eagerly toward Momiji, already knowing how the story will go and still wanting to hear about it. “Was it love at first sight?”

“Da!” Tohru was infectious and Momiji’s smile grew even wider. She leaned closer to Tohru, until their shoulders bumped. There was something thrilling about being this close to Tohru, about this casual nearness that she could have that almost none of the other zodiacs could have. She felt a brief pang of pity for Kyo and Yuki.

“Oooohhh!” Tohru’s hand pressed against the steps as she steadied herself, her hand overlapping Momiji’s slightly.

A jolt of electricity ran through Momiji and she swallowed. It was a very brief pang of pity for her rivals. As they said, all’s fair in love and war. Gathering herself, Momiji continued, using the story as an excuse to hold Tohru’s hand entirely. “The second their hands touched, writing appeared on their arms like vines! They were soulmates! They didn’t let go of each other once, not even when they ate.”

Tohru stared at their clasped hands and squealed. “Awww, that’s so cute!”

Momiji would practically see the hearts flying off her. She nodded sagely. “It gets better! They used the words as their wedding vows.”

“Awwwwwww.” Tohru hummed, almost bouncing as she thought about it all. She didn’t let go, her hand radiating warmth that shot straight to Momiji’s core. “That’s such a cute story. Mom never found her soulmate but she and Dad were very happy anyways. Actually, right after they got married, Mom dragged Dad to the tattoo parlor and forced him to tattoo her name on his wrist.” She chuckled. “They got their own versions of the soulmate words.”

“Really?” Momiji blinked. She liked that idea. Liked it a lot. The control it gave, the ability to chose, she liked everything about it. Breaking into laughter, she reached around with her other arm and hugged Tohru, careful not to let go of their clasped hands. “That sounds just like her.”

“That’s what Uo-chan and Hana-chan said too,” Tohru said proudly, wrapping an arm around Momiji. “Though Mom told me the tattoos hurt more than expected and they both spent the week crying.”

Momiji snorted. “Somehow, that also sounds like her.”

ii.

A less romantic story, one that Momiji was reluctant to tell Tohru, was how her mother rejected her at a hug. How her mother had gone mad until the only solution was erasing her memories and erasing Momiji’s place in them.

It was funny, now, that her mother’s touch would no longer transform her. That it was her father instead who turned her into a rabbit. Would her mother have kept her memories if she’d known this would happen? Or would she have seen that as another failure, another mark against her monster of a child?

Not that it mattered either way. Her mother would never know. Instead, Momiji would wear her dresses and pad her chest and grow out her hair, each change making her look more and more like her mother. It was hard to hide it now; her father wouldn’t let her hang out at the company anymore.

All that she had left was her name, Momiji, the only link to a family that no longer existed. Maybe she should change. She wasn’t sure she wanted to.

iii.

The school was brimming with life, the school fair bringing students and visitors through each of the classrooms and hallways. It was a dangerous time for a Sohma and Kyo was already hiding on the roof, both scared and angry with the horde that invaded his home. Not that it helped much, considering the mob of cats that swarmed the roof, catching everyone’s eyes.

At least that made things a little easier for the others. Yuki didn’t have to hide in the back of every classroom even and Haru didn’t have to destroy everyone he bumped shoulders with and Momiji…

Well, Momiji got to enjoy a date with Tohru. A kinda one-sided date, for now, but a date nonetheless. She bounced forward as she and Tohru strolled through the halls, taking in the other class’s events. “What do you want to see first?”

“I don’t know.” Tohru smiled happily, her eyes jumping from one door to the next. There was a haunted house, a café, an art gallery—the possibilities were endless. And overwhelming. “They all look so fun! What do you want to do?”

“Me?” Momiji slowed down her pace till she was walking side by side with Tohru. Her arms hung at her side, her hands barely brushing Tohru’s as they walked. A jolt of electricity ran through her at each touch and she swallowed. “Maybe we could do the haunted house first?”

“T-t-the h-h-haunted h-h-house?” Tohru stuttered, her expression freezing. Stiffly, she squared her shoulders and marched toward it. “S-s-sure.”

It was cute. Too cute. Momiji tried not to laugh too much and offered, “If you’re too scared, we can do something else.”

“N-n-no, I’m f-f-f-fine.” Tohru smiled once more but it came out more a grimace than anything else. She looked like a robot as she moved, her knees and elbows locked into position. “L-let’s g-go.”

Well, if Tohru was going to be so brave, Momiji couldn’t slack off either. Nodding, she reached out and grabbed Tohru’s hand. No more of that brushing nonsense. Her skin felt like it was on fire and Momiji was certain her ears were turning several different shades of red, but she’d done it.

She’d grabbed Tohru’s hand. And if Tohru didn’t pull away, was still smiling at her brightly, she could take that as a victory, right?

iv.

Momiji washed her hands, letting the cool water soak into her skin. They still burned, even now, hours after Tohru let go, hours after they’d parted.

Ok, it was about time she’d admitted it. To herself, at least, if to no one else.

This wasn’t just a crush anymore. No, this was love. Momiji was in love with Tohru.

She sighed softly, leaning forward to rest her forehead on the bathroom mirror. After all those months of teasing Yuki and Kyo for being dense, this all felt highly ironic. Momiji wasn’t even sure if she was going to confess to Tohru (sorry for calling you a coward, Kyo) and even worse, there was Akito to deal with.

Maybe Akito wouldn’t care as much. He’d hated it when Momiji had started transitioning but then it’d became a new cage for him to keep her in, a new barrage of insults to hurt her with. Suddenly, she’d realized just how much harder it was for Kisa and Rin.

How much harder it would be for her, going forward.

The cool glass didn’t make it any easier to think and Momiji’s hands were still burning like they’d been seared. Like Tohru was imprinted on them. Maybe she was. Lifting her hands, she stared at them blankly, taking in the small ridges on her knuckles, and the growing thickness of her fingers. The lines on her palm that turned into words, wrapping around her wrist—

Words.

Momiji blinked. There were words tattooed on her wrist. Her soulmate marks. She rolled back her sleeves frantically, trying to read the characters engraved on her skin. How had she missed this earlier? Had she bumped into someone at the fair? U-m-e-b-o-s-h-I, it said.

Umeboshi.

There was only one person that could mean, only one person whose soulmate words could be that.

“Tohru,” she murmured to her skin, kissing the mark softly. Momiji’s heart leapt to her mouth and she felt a tear slide down her cheek. Her soulmate was Tohru.

She could fight Akito, if it was for Tohru.

She could fight anyone, if it was Tohru.

They were soulmates and Momiji would one day tell their adopted kids, It was a romantic story, a story about two people who stayed together and never forgot anything, even the bad things.

Or it would have been a romantic tale, if not for Tohru’s extremely puzzled look as Momiji asked her if she’d gotten her soulmate writing. She’d waited as long as she could, waited for class to end, for her bodyguards to go home (Kyo was harder to force away than Yuki), waited for them to finally be alone and sitting at their usual spot on the school step, before asking.

All in vain, it seemed.

“My soulmate marks?” Tohru blinked, confused. She glanced around as though to make sure no one else was around. “Me?”

She’d almost forgotten how dense Tohru was. “Yes.” Momiji nodded eagerly, taking Tohru’s hands into her own. Rubbing her thumb against Tohru’s wrists, she was slightly disappointed the marks hadn’t appeared in the same place, but that was fine. It was rare enough to find one’s soulmate, let alone to find one with an identical mark. Her parents had been lucky. Quieting her mind, Momiji peered up at Tohru’s eyes and asked again, “Have you found any words on you?”

Tohru frowned, thinking heavily on it. She twisted her lips, her expression growing sterner and sterner with each moment that passed. The moment she turned into a hardboiled detective, she sighed and shook her head. “Not one.”

“Really?” Momiji’s heart plummeted to her shoes and she almost dropped Tohru’s hands in surprise. Was it possible to have a one-sided soulmate?

“Yes.” Tohru nodded solemnly. “It would be wonderful to have a soulmate but I’m not sure I have one.” She chuckled sadly. “It might be too wonderful for me to have.”

And maybe Tohru didn’t have the mark and maybe the umeboshi meant some other kind do-gooder or some guy with an obsession with pickles, but that didn’t matter. Momiji was used to life not going her way. Was used to having to choose her own path.

Kyoko had made her own soulmate.

Momiji could do the same.

“You have a soulmate, Tohru,” Momiji answered softly, leaning closer.

“I do?” Tohru’s eyes widened in surprise. “Who?”

“Me.”

She’d make sure to not tell their kids how awkward their first kiss was, how they’d bumped noses and laughed about it after.

vi.

“And that’s how your grandmas fell in love,” Mitsuru murmured, ruffling the hair of her son. “It’s a romantic story, isn’t it?”

Aki bit his cheek, taking it all in. He swayed side to side as he came up with his question. Because there was always a question with him; at four, there was still too many things he didn’t know. Mitsuru knew that, knew that she’d done the same to Momiji and Torhu when she was little, but that didn’t make it any easier.

After a few minutes, he finally asked, “Granny didn’t have a mark?”

“Actually…” Mitsuru laughed awkwardly. Leaning closer, she stage-whispered to her son, “It turned out, Grandma Tohru did have a mark.”

“She did?” His mouth fell open in surprise.

“Her face looked just like yours when she found out.” Mitsuru nodded. Reaching around, she patted her son on the middle of his back. “Right there. Just where the umeboshi in a onigiri is, that was where her mark was. So of course she didn’t see it herself—Grandma Momiji was the one who spotted it and told her.”

“Umeboshi?” Aki jumped up and down. “Just like in her stories!”

Mitsuru nodded. “Yeah, just like in her stories.”

There was something fitting about that, when all was said and done.

#fruits basket #tohru honda #momiji sohma #tohru x momiji #trans!momiji #fanfic #did I write this whole fic around the title #yes #yes I did

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The Parent Escape: Ch. 14

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CHAPTER 14: Truth Serum

Billy’s shocked he still has a bed that night. That Judy didn’t kick him out the second he’d told her he’d kissed Steve. He wouldn’t have blamed her, really. Not only was he a fag, but he was a fag who’d made her son’s life infinitely more complicated. Breaking up with his girlfriend, nearly screwing his best friend… how do you come back from that?

But Judy sits with him, lets him get it all out, even keeps a hand on his arm for the most of it, a solid weight anchoring him to the moment. Judy knows, and she’s not screaming at him, or running from him, or disgusted by him. No, he knows disgust on a person’s face, seen it enough to be able to pick it out from a line-up of emotions. Judy’s face is concerned, maybe even a bit overwhelmed, but not disgusted.

“So, is Steve…?” Billy shrugs.

“I don’t know. Pretty sure he likes both?”

“But you don’t.” Not a question. Billy shakes his head, covering his face with his hands, wishing, and not for the first time, that he could hide away from the rest of the world. Just sink into nothingness. He feels fingers wrap around his right wrist, gently pulling his hand down.

“Billy, nothing is wrong with you.” He blinks at her, free hand wiping at the tears still clinging to his lashes. “Life is… things are complicated, but we’ll get through it.” She pauses, still holding onto his wrist. “And it might not be my place to say, but I think you should tell Steve.”

“That I’m gay?”

“That you’re Billy.” Billy stops moving entirely. Stops breathing. The idea of confessing, telling Steve it wasn’t his best friend he’d been playing kissy-face with, but some stranger, a stranger who’s been lying to him… no. He can’t. He can’t have the last look Steve gives him be one of contempt.

Right now Steve looks at him like he cares, like likes him. He can’t lose that.

“No. No I- I can’t.” He pulls his arm out of her grip, “Jason can get it all sorted out. I know he can. And I’ll just- I’ll go to California and handle Neil. Fair trade.” Judy looks for all the world like she wants to argue, but her mouth remains firmly shut.

God he’s going to miss her.

Billy takes himself upstairs after that, drained of absolutely all energy. Between Kim, Steve, and Judy, he’s spent.

Even so, as he lays his head on the pillow, he’s still thinking about Steve. There’s a part of him, a very small part, that sees Judy’s point. Him being the one to tell Steve would allow him to control the narrative, explain things in such a way that maybe Steve wouldn’t hate him after learning the truth. But what could he say? ”Sorry, the guy you thought you were kissing is in California meeting his abusive dad for the first. I’m the twin brother keeping his life here warm. Want to make out again?” He flips around and shoves his face into the pillow, screaming into the fibers. Doesn’t care if Judy can hear him, if he wakes Lyle up. Just screams.

And then he passes out.

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He wakes to an extremely dry mouth and a headache, doesn’t know if it’s from the beer or the emotional overload. All he knows is that he’s not looking forward to today. His stomach tightens as he recounts everything he’d told Judy, everything she likely told Lyle. The fact that no one stormed in and threw him out is at least a good sign. He relaxes into the mattress for another minute before hoisting himself out of bed.

There’s a note sitting on the counter again, and Billy’s mind immediately goes into overdrive guessing what it says. Maybe it’s another grocery/chore list. Maybe it’s a retraction of Judy’s kind words last night. Maybe it’s Lyle telling him to get out. Find his own way back to California.

His fingers tremble as he reaches for it, pencil lines so light on the yellow legal pad he needs to raise it up closer to his face to read it.

Billy,

Wanted to make sure you felt like your own self. Feel free to get some new clothes. No limit but try not to go too crazy.

-Uncle Lyle

His hands are still lightly shaking as he looks down, expecting to find a few bills left behind for him, but his eyes catch instead on a small plastic card with two circles on it, Lyle Scott embossed on the bottom.

Holy shit, he’d left him his credit card.

How fucking trusting are these people?

His mind races with the possibilities, thinks on the fantasies he would entertain back home about what he would do if he suddenly had access to money. Gas up the Camaro, load up on his favorite foods, buy a new jacket and some boots, an earring, maybe a few tapes, drive as fast as he could out of Emeryville. But, as he looks at the card still sitting on the counter, he realizes... he has all of that here. And he’s choosing to go back to live with Neil, finish his senior year, and leave on his own terms.

But, there’s no reason he can’t do it in some new clothes.

Unfortunately, and unsurprisingly, Hawkins has a severe lack of style. Billy drives around for an hour trying to find someplace that’s not a department store which might sell something other than Lacoste polos. It’s like some cruel joke of the universe, the irony that he gets his hands on a credit card and there’s nothing worth buying.

Well, maybe not nothing, he’s got a couple pairs of jeans hanging over his arm, a button up shirt he thinks he could make work with some adjustments, and a pack of socks. He’s poking through some T-shirts when he hears a familiar voice behind him, and nearly dives into the center of the rack to avoid detection.

“Hey! Jason!” Too late.

“Hey,” Billy fixes on a fake smile and turns to greet Steve and… a child? The smile immediately drops into a frown as he tries to remember anything Jason might have mentioned about Steve having a younger brother. Not that the kid looks a thing like him, but why else would he be hanging around some middle schooler? Shit, is he supposed to know who this is? Is he seriously going to get outed on his last day because of this weird half-human?

“See I told you he wouldn’t remember me!” The kid lisps out, and Billy has to fight the instinct to take a step back. What’s wrong with this kid’s teeth?

“It’s just cause you grew up so much at camp,” Steve palms the kid’s ballcap, giving him some friendlier version of a noogie and pushing the bill over his eyes while glaring at Billy and mouthing what was probably the kid’s name but looked like fuck-all to Billy, who shrugs his shoulders and shakes his head in response, making Steve throw his head back and roll his eyes. Drama queen.

“Dustin,” oh now Billy understands the exaggerated mouth motions, “wanted some advice on clothes for the new school year.” Billy pops up an eyebrow, gives Steve a slow once-over: short sleeved striped polo tucked into stone-washed pegged jeans and high top Nikes.

“And he went to you?”

“Uh, yeah,” Steve props his hands on his hips, “last I checked only one of us in here was voted Hawkins High Best Dressed Guy 1984.” And Billy tries, okay? He tries not to laugh, but the snort is coming and there’s no stopping it. He turns his head at least, laughing more into his shoulder than right at Steve’s face, but the damage is done.

Steve narrows his eyes and crosses his arms in front of his chest, “Oh yeah, yeah? Well, what have you got there, then?” He motions with his elbow, indicating the small pile of clothes Billy has slung over his arm.

“Clothes, Harrington. You that far out of style?” And god, Billy is going to miss this, needling this boy until he makes the cutest, poutiest faces. Steve’s lips are pursed, eyes bright, brows drawn.

“Gonna show us, then?” Billy grins, breath huffing out of his nose as he tilts his head down toward the floor, then back up, eyelids heavy as he looks at Steve.

“What you want a little fashion show?” Steve raises his eyebrows and clucks his tongue as he pops up his left shoulder, a poor imitation of nonchalance that Billy is eating up. He’ll put on a fuckin’ show, alright-

“What the hell is going on?” And shit, Billy totally forgot there was anyone else here. He shoots a look at the kid; baggy shorts and vest over a dingy orange t-shirt, hair a mess under a ballcap. How in the hell did Harrington get saddled with someone like this?

“Watch and learn, short stack,” Billy says, making his way back to the changing rooms. He hears light arguing behind him, doesn’t turn to check and see if they’re following. Doesn’t really care either way, but still grins when he turns to go into the tiny walled off space and sees Steve in his peripheral, taking a seat in the makeshift waiting area.

Once the door is latched he shimmies out of Jason’s pants, half-tempted to fling them over the partition, before grabbing the new pair. They’re a size smaller than Jason wears, cut to fit more comfortably over the boots that are waiting for him back in California. He has to hop a little to get them on, tight as they are, but grins when he turns and sees himself in the mirror. Now that’s an ass. Gives it a little wiggle and a slap before shucking off his t-shirt and slipping the button-up over his shoulders. He fastens only the bottom two, leaving a long V leading to his navel, rolls the sleeves and tucks the tails into his jeans before zipping up. Takes a long moment to appreciate himself in the mirror, breathing in, and exhaling slowly. This is Billy Hargrove. He runs a hand through his hair, disrupting the pomade he’d used to smooth it down this morning, letting the curls that have been growing back in run free. Goddamn but he looks good.

“Hey!” He hears Steve’s shout, “you gonna stay in there all day? We still got things to do!” Billy grins, biting his lip, loving that Steve is still out there, knows he’d probably wait around at least another five minutes if Billy decided to primp some more. He throws his shoulders back, making them look even broader, gets a practiced, lazy grin on his face, and strides out the door.

“Geezus Harrington, don’t get your panties in a twist,” he drawls, making his way to where Steve and the hobbit are waiting. He flexes a little, brings his hand back up through his hair, purposely avoids looking at Steve’s face until he’s right in front of him, and when he finally looks down it does not disappoint. Steve’s eyes are wide, lips pink and shiny, just barely parted as he stares up at Billy, who smirks and cocks an eyebrow.

“Whaddya think?”

“Are pants supposed to be that tight?” The kid lisps out, and before Billy can snark back at him Steve is shoving some money into his little gremlin hands.

“Hey, I gotta- I’ll meet you at the arcade in a while, kay?”

“But you promised we’d go clothes shopping!”

“And we will! Just, I forgot I was supposed to do something with Jason first.” Hearing that name is like a stab to the chest. For the first time in nearly two weeks Billy’s really been able to feel like himself, look like himself, and Steve still only sees Jason. The rational part of Billy’s brain knows that it’s not Steve’s fault, per se, but still, it stings. Makes him want to lash out or run away. And with a deep breath, he chooses the latter.

“Nah, man, you promised the kid, go with the kid.” He turns to go back into the changing room, but is stopped as Steve jumps up and grabs his elbow.

“Hey, uh,” he drops his voice low, “if you need help taking those off, they’re like, really tight-” Billy shakes off his grip.

“Get back to babysitting,” he tosses out, but at the crestfallen look on Steve’s face, adds, “maybe I’ll need help later.” God, this guy is like a drug Billy can’t quit. Seconds ago he was ready to turn tail and never see him again, now he’s practically given him a hand-written invitation into his pants. Steve smiles, gives him a dorky salute and walks backward for a few steps, unabashedly checking out Billy’s ass before turning back toward the kid.

But it’s not like Billy can complain, it is a great ass.

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#The Parent Escape #my writing #harringrove #harringrove fanfic #please someone with actual skill make me a moodboard #I am embarrassed by my attempts #billy hargrove #steve harrington #prepare for angst

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btgalaxy · 5 years

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Ineffable

➳ pairing: namjoon x reader, yoongi x reader

➳ genre: ceo!au, smut, angst, probably fluff too

➳ word count: 3.8k

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Chapter 2

The office has changed. There were refurbishments going on for a couple of weeks over summer, but you never went in to see what was being done. The walls are now a dark grey and the whole office is minimalist and sleek— Namjoon’s desk is at least a couple of meters long yet only holds a black lamp, a MacBook and some paperwork. Behind the desk are some shelves, again almost completely bare, with only a couple of framed photographs and a few books. There is nothing in here to say of family, a girlfriend, friends; nothing. It feels so isolated. He sits behind the desk and you awkwardly shuffle forwards to stand in front. He doesn’t say anything for a few moments, just clicks away at his laptop.

“So,” he starts, “the presentation was… adequate.” Adequate. The presentation you worked your damn arse off for was adequate.

“I think it had the potential to be great, but your ideas were underdeveloped, and the hindrances weren’t thought through well enough. You need to be more thorough,” he is unforgiving with his criticism and meagre with his praise. Although you should have expected this.

“Right, sir. I’m sorry, sir. Is there anything in particular I should work on?” you ask, bringing your lower lip between your teeth. His focal point falls to your lips for a second and lingers there momentarily, before his eyes snap downwards and back to his laptop. It’s a trivial movement, but it doesn’t go unnoticed by you.

“There’s a lot of work that needs doing,” he tells you.

“I know, sir. Will you be able to help me please, sir?” You trail off, head lowered slightly, although not far enough to miss the lustful look on his face, watching you with a heated gaze. Can he be at least a little less obvious?

“Yes. I’d like you back here tomorrow evening, after my final meeting of the day. I’ll discuss this with you then further,” he focuses back on his laptop and you frown slightly.

“You mean your 8’o’clock meeting?” you question. His hands freeze above the keyboard for a moment before continuing.

“Yes, will that be a problem?” He doesn’t even look at you as he continues to type. You look off to the side in irritation before taking a deep breath.

“No. Of course not. I will see you tomorrow,” you announce before turning around. You reach for the door handle when he calls your name.

“Yes, sir?” you answer.

“Wear another dress,” he tells you. You can’t find the words to respond so you simply excuse myself, shutting the door behind you to finally be able to breathe again. What was that supposed to mean? He really must be a sleazebag if he’s already hitting on the only woman in the senior team. Ugh, you should’ve known. Those sultry lips and that deep voice was never going to lead to anything good.

You dismiss the thoughts occupying your mind and instead leave the building promptly, saying goodbye to Jihee and the image of Namjoon with his ruffled hair and untucked shirt.

When you open the door to Yoongi’s apartment with the key you’ve been given, you’re greeted with the sound of the shower running. You sigh, sliding into some slippers and padding over to Yoongi’s fish tank which he always forgets to feed. You sprinkle some pellets into the top of the tank and watch as they all flock towards it. You’re going to have to clean them out this weekend, it’s starting to look extremely grimy. You aren’t even sure why he keeps these damn fish, he doesn’t look after them at all. If it weren’t for you, they’d be long gone already.

You straighten back up and head into the kitchen to scavenge the fridge for some food. There isn’t much, bar leftovers from the takeaway you had a couple of nights ago, so you settle for the days old Chinese, placing it on the side and heading over to the kettle just as your phone vibrates from your bag.

6:03pm Chimchim: you wanna come out tonight?

You look at the clock and note the time then push your mouth to this side, contemplating. You could ask Yoongi to come with you, but you aren’t exactly sure you want to go out. The kettle switches off and you pour it into two mugs, adding in two teabags and taking everything into the lounge.

6:05pm You: maybe Wednesday? I have to work late tomorrow and already told Yoongi I’d spend the night with him

You pick up the remote on the coffee table and switch on the tv, flicking between channels to find something other than a soap opera as the shower is turned off.

6:06pm Chimchim: why so dead y/n, see u tomorrow xx

6:06pm You: u too xx

The bedroom door swings open as you send the text and Yoongi ambles in with a towel hung low around his waist, a lazy smile poking at his lips when he spots you.

“That food’s a bit old, babe,” he laughs slightly, coming round to place a kiss on your lips from behind the sofa.

“I’m hungry,” you mumble against him, wallowing in the soft lemon scent of his shower gel.

He moves his hand to the back of your head to kiss you harder before pulling back, “We can order something new.”

He quickly jumps back as you lunge for his towel, playfully attempting to rip it off, but he rather jogs through to the hallway to retrieve the landline. You shrug internally, still picking up an old box of chow mein and digging your fork into it.

You flick through Netflix as Yoongi calls the local pizza place, searching for something you can both enjoy, but the newest rendition of Pride and Prejudice looks far too appealing to scroll past, even though it’s not exactly your boyfriend’s cup of tea. Some moments later and he ambles back in, now clothed in only a pair of loose shorts, the outline of his crotch looking a little too good and making your stomach churn slightly.

Sometimes you just want your boyfriend to screw you hard until you’re seeing stars, but he’s always been a bit funny about sex— all these rules and precautions. He won’t have sex with you without a condom because ‘it isn’t safe’, and he couldn’t even consider making love to you anywhere other than in your bed or his, in any other position than missionary. You’ve tried talking to him about it, but he shies away and gets all embarrassed, and if you ever attempt to ignite something in a restaurant say— just a hand on his crotch under the table, he remains completely calm. Sometimes he won’t even bring it up. But you suppose you do find his shyness and familiarity endearing and comfortable. He does keep you happy, you can’t really complain. In fact, more than that, he takes his time with you in bed and always ensures you finish before him. He’s perfect, no matter what.

“Pizza will be here in 15— I thought I said not to eat that!” he chastises, prying the box from your hands despite your pouting and pushing it to the other end of the coffee table. He then slumps onto the sofa beside you, offering his arm so you can crawl beneath it and curl up into your chest.

“Why are we watching Pride and Prejudice?” he chuckles slightly.

“I had a bad day.”

You can feel him scowl and look down at you, “The new CEO? Did you meet him?”

“Yeah, and he’s a sleazebag; just like I thought.”

Yoongi stirs in the seat, manoeuvring himself uncomfortably, “The girls in my class tell me he’s the most attractive man in Seoul.”

He’s always hearing the gossip from the class he teaches, “Yoongi, I love you. I would never leave you for such a pervert.” You look up at him, offering a warm smile and he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“What does Jimin think of him?”

“Didn’t really have much of a chance to talk about him.” You hold back the comment Jimin made, not wanting to give Yoongi another thing to feel insecure about. “He’s even implementing this stupid clock-in-clock-out system, as if we are some teenage part-timers or something.”

He exhales, despondently, “You could always leave that job, you know.”

You curl into him tighter, full well knowing if you did want to leave he’d pick up extra classes and probably even find another job just to look after you. He’d do anything to keep you happy and safe. He always puts you before himself, whether it’s the fuller glass of orange juice or buying something that you want rather than for himself, it’ll always be you. You’re certain Namjoon could never treat anyone as well as Yoongi does.

“I love that job, and I’m not going to let a pig like him drive me out,” you contend, placing your hand on your boyfriends thigh, then glancing at his face. He is a handsome man, and he’s worthy competition of that new pig CEO. He’d be perfect if— no. He is perfect.

You kiss him hard, gradually moving till you’re on your knees on the sofa facing him, “How long did you say till the pizza gets here?”

He grunts, sliding his tongue across his lips, “About another 10 minutes.”

“Brilliant,” you smirk, jumping to your feet and dragging him by the hand behind you, straight into the bedroom.

When your eyes open, sunlight is spilling in through the blinds. Your face is squashed against the pillow of Yoongi’s bed, an empty pizza box by your feet and a pale arm slung across your waist. You groan as you sit up and rub your face, disgusted by the make-up that comes off onto your hands and you sluggishly get to your feet, padding into the bathroom to wash the remnants off your face and brush your teeth.

You amble back into the bedroom and leans against the doorframe, admiring Yoongi’s face with a small smile as he sleeps, looking so vulnerable and innocent. You could never hurt him; he’s all that you seem to live for these days.

You yawn and head back into the lounge to pick up your phone, switching it on lazily and starting to clear up the mess you made last night. As you walk into the kitchen, however, your eyes flicker to the clock.

7:56am

You do a double take. Wait. Suddenly, you’re running through Yoongi’s apartment to the bathroom where you pick up your hairbrush from the side of the sink and frantically begin to attempt de-knotting it all, running into the bedroom to retrieve some clothes from your small duffel bag. Coincidentally, after Namjoon’s whole ‘wear a dress’ you brought a sleek black bodycon, which you slip into it as fast as possible and blast on some powder from your handbag.

“Babe?” Yoongi groans, finally succumbing to racket you’re making and waking up slightly.

You push all your stuff together with your feet while you apply some perfume, awkwardly shuffling over to Yoongi’s side of the bed, “I’m late for work. I need to go, otherwise my idiot boss will fire me.” You lean down and press a kiss to his lips, relaxing into him for a second before snapping away again, squeezing his hand and telling him goodbye.

You race back into the lounge, picking up your phone and shoving your hairbrush and powder into your bag to hastily make your way to your car.

As you’re driving, you rapidly whip your hair up into a bun and get beeped by other drivers too many times to count. You have three minutes left by the time you reach the car park, in which you have to park at the furthest space from the building due to everyone already being here after Namjoon’s little announcement about being on time yesterday. Typical. You slam the car door shut and practically run to the building where you enter at exactly 8:30am. Just as you let out a sigh of relief, you hear a deep voice resonating beside you.

“Cutting it a bit close, don’t you think Miss y/l/n?” Namjoon raises an eyebrow at you and you see him standing in the foyer with some kind of a checklist. Clearly signing people in. Talk about tyrannical. You bite your lower lip and he moves towards you, one of his hands ghosting on your waist as he leans down to your ear.

“The dress is nice,” he tells you quietly, smirking. You open your mouth to say something back, but no words come out, your chin instead dipping down to your chest.

“I’ll see you in my office this evening then,” he takes a step back, “And don’t be so risky tomorrow, Miss y/l/n. I’m sure you wouldn’t want to have to face the punishment.” The corners of his mouth seem to lift ever so slightly, and you frown, not entirely convinced he is talking about getting fired, or something other than that. Pig.

He then strides away, as if nothing just happened, and you can breathe again. You move towards the reception desk and greet Jihee, still a bit dumbfounded.

“I think he likes you,” she smiles, excited. You shake your head and frown.

“I don’t care if he does or not. I have Yoongi,” you persist.

She rolls her eyes from her chair behind the desk, “y/n, that doesn’t mean you can’t find him attractive—”

“Yeah, it does. I’m dedicated to my boyfriend.” Although you’re the one saying the words, it doesn’t feel like they’re entirely authentic. You are dedicated to Yoongi, in many respects, but does wanting something— someone— else make you less so?

Never. Because you don’t.

You tell her all about your first meeting with Namjoon and talking to him in his office. You also tell her you’re seeing him tonight to discuss your presentation.

“And you came here looking like that?” she gapes, and you remember you barely brushed your hair and didn’t have time to shower— you haven’t even looked in a mirror since last night. You must look gross.

“I woke up late,” you sigh, groaning.

“If you want, you can go take a shower at my place during lunch,” she offers, and you accept immediately. She lives just next to the office so it’s easy to get there and back quickly, and you offer in return to take her out tomorrow with Jimin as a thank you, then head up to your office.

Lunch cannot come around quick enough; you feel revolting. You practically race out of the office and down to reception where Jihee gives you her keys. You cross the road and go up into her apartment and just the steam from the shower makes you feel better, scrubbing away all of the dirt from yesterday and today and washing your hair of grease and oil with Jihee’s mandarin-scented shampoo.

You dry off your hair and borrow some of Jihee’s make-up: some foundation, a bit of mascara, some pink-y red lip stain. You look and feel a hell of a lot better once you’re headed back to the office, with freshly washed hair and some deodorant on. You walk back into reception and over to Jihee who looks you up and down and sighs.

“You’re so effortlessly pretty,” she pouts. You laugh at her, shaking your head.

“You saw me earlier, right?” You grin and she chuckles before taking back her key from your offered hand.

“So are you excited for later?” She speaks in a far more hushed tone as you perch against the desk, tapping your fingers on the marble surface warily.

“I don’t know- I don’t know what to think,” you run your tongue over your top teeth and purse your lips. Your eyes dart about the room in a futile attempt to look for something to distract you.

“I think you should be. Y/n, I don’t think you’re appreciating the possibilities,” she tells you.

“Jihee, I have a boyfriend,” you try to tell her as she smirks, but she simply shrugs in response and turns back to her computer.

“Doesn’t mean you can’t, y’know, get in his good books as Jimin might put it,” she grins. You choose to ignore her and tell her if you don’t see her later then you will tomorrow.

Back in your office, you slump into the chair with what feels like the weight of the world on your chest. Jimin’s left a little note on the computer screen telling you he is out scouting locations for an upcoming event with a co-worker and Jen told him you’re taking the two of them out for drinks tomorrow night. You switch on the desktop and scroll through your most recent emails, a little shocked to find one from Mr Kim, your old boss. You open it up and find he has asked you to come and see him in his new office on floor 7 whenever is convenient. Odd. You frown at the email, first to ensure it’s actually meant for you and then trying to figure out as to what he would possibly want to see you for; he was always very kind to you, yes, but never more so than other colleagues.

You send an e-mail back, telling him you’ll come now.

You walk deliberately slow down the corridor after exiting the lift at floor 7, analysing all the different names on the doors. This block of offices are far less extravagant than those on the top, such as Mr Kim’s old minimalist, open-plan, beautifully sleek headquarters of which he used to keep the door open at all times, unlike Namjoon. He believed keeping his door open would make his employees more likely to communicate with him and co-operate better. He always put his workers first, before even the success of the business— although he’d probably argue that’s what constructs a prosperous company.

After a minute or so of walking, you’re faced with a silver plaque on a deep, mahogany door that reads ‘MR KIM’. You hesitantly bring up a fist and knock twice gently on the wood. At first, there is no response, so you go to knock again, only for the handle to turn and Mr Kim’s face to be smiling at you, warmly.

“Y/n,” he says, “come in.” He steps back and holds the door open for you as you take an awkward step past, noticing the smell of the pipe he must’ve just been smoking. That was one thing you always appreciated when he used to keep his door open back when he was CEO— it reminded you of your grandfather in front of the fire at Christmas when you were a child, smoking his black gold tobacco he saved for special occasions while your grandmother nagged at him to take it outside, so you nor your brother would inhale the steam. He’d always stay, of course, insisting he couldn’t enjoy it anywhere else. You got a lot of your stubbornness from him.

Mr Kim pulls out a chair for you to sit and seats himself comfortably on the other side of the desk opposite. He leans back slightly, shifting in the chair while he takes a breath

“I’m sure you’re wondering why I’ve asked you here,” he announces, smiling a tad awkwardly.

“Yeah,” you laugh slightly. “A little…”

“Well I wanted to talk to you about my son.” His question takes you by surprise— you’ve barely spoken to his son.

“Namjoon?”

“I am sure you are aware I demoted myself to this position to help him starting off at this company,” he tells you, “but that stubborn boy isn’t telling me anything. He’s shut me out. He thinks he is capable of running this place entirely on his own and I am just a burden, I-“ He stops himself, dropping his head as he pinches the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger.

“I just need someone I trust to keep an eye out for him. I know this is a lot to ask of you and I am in no way asking you to spy on him I just,” he fumbles for the right choice of words, “I just want to make sure my son isn’t hiding his failures from me. I don’t want him to be forced to ask me for help because he has really messed up one day. I want him to stay stable until he is capable enough to start taking some risks.” You sit across from him in absolute awe.

“But he seems so sure of himself,” you speak, startled.

Mr Kim chuckles at you, “I have no doubts he does think highly of his abilities. Right now, he feels more than capable, I’m just worried he isn’t considering the responsibility of running a company that has hundreds of employees relying on their paycheques.” You nod in response, understandingly. You’ve never seen this side of him; a father concerned about his son, but it doesn’t really come as a surprise. If he cared so much for his employees, he must care immensely for his own relatives.

“So, what do you think? Just keep an eye out for me? Just tell me if he says or does anything out of the ordinary; anything that makes you even the slightest bit concerned.” His eyes are pleading, and you don’t know if you’re able to say no.

“I can’t guarantee he’ll even talk to me very much,” you disclose, honestly.

“A gorgeous girl like you?” Mr Kim looks at you incredulously, “I know my son, and I know you, y/n.” He smiles knowingly. What’s that supposed to mean?

With a somewhat reluctant sigh, you agree. You feel a little guilty, as if you’re prying into your boss’s personal life unjustly, but you cannot reject the man looking so stressed about his son in front of you.

You continue to chat for a while, just about life and the company. He really must be a wonderful father. It’s a shame that Namjoon’s cut him off like this; he doesn’t deserve it.

When you leave, you feel a little more confident in your position here now Mr Kim is clearly on your side, in case anything were to happen. It’s reassuring to know he trusts you— even better, he likes you. You feel a little giddy and smile to yourself slightly as you step off the lift at the top floor, about to head to your office. However, as you fleetingly glance to the right, down towards Namjoon’s office, you stomach drops. What the—

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This party sucks.

His phone screen is dark and it mocks him even as he pastes on a smile for the girl currently cuddling into his side. What was her name again? Ye Eun? Eunha?

Fuck if he knows.

All he knows is that you’re not replying to his texts, and he needs to get drunk asap before he does something stupid like call you. The girl he currently has his arm around beckons to her friend from a distance away, and Jeongguk tries his best to keep his eyes off her tits in her low cut tube dress as she approaches with a giggle.

“Jeongguk, right?” Girl number 2 sidles up to his unoccupied side and he immediately feels her breasts against his arm. They’re firm to the touch, which either means that they’re entirely fake, or that there’s enough padding in her bra for it to be a bulletproof vest.

Either way, yours feel a million times better.

Jeongguk is so absorbed in thinking about your tits that he misses the name of the second girl, and he curses himself internally. Fucking get it together, Kook. He wraps an arm around the new girl to make up for it, feeling the curve of her waist under his arm.

There was a time where having two girls flanking him like this would make him feel like he was on top of the world, but today there seems to be something missing. All around him there are guys shooting him envious looks as they eye up the two girls beside him, and girls are pining over him with tops pulled down as low as possible and skirts hiked up to see who can show more skin.

Ye Eun or Eun Ha— fuck, he really should pay more attention next time— turns to his neck, pushing her cleavage into his face as she reaches to play with his hair. “Kookie baby, is it okay if Solbin joins us tonight?”

Solbin. He almost sags in relief, and she takes it as an affirmative, dragging his hands from her waist up to her chest not so subtly. It feels almost the exact same as Solbin’s, hard to the touch and all he can feel is the padding of her bra cups, so it elicits almost no reaction from him as he continues to feel her up absently. She moans into his ear, a high pitched, whiny sound that sets his nerves on edge, and Jeongguk decides that he has to be a lot less sober for this to work.

“Shhh babe let me get a drink okay?” He murmurs into her ear in what he hopes is a sensual manner, and it seems to work because she presses a kiss to his cheek. He attempts to detach his arms from their waists in order to escape to the kitchen, but the two girls immediately clutch both his arms and insist to accompany him.

The burn of his first two shots die down a little too quickly, and for the first time Jeongguk resents his alcohol tolerance. It’s not till his fifth shot that things around him start to get a little blurry, and he recognises it as a good sign, so he finishes off with one more shot for good measure.

The two girls coo over how many shots he’s taken, praising him and simultaneously trying to push their bodies up against him in not so friendly competition. The alcohol has loosened him up now, and beginning to feel a tad more like his usual self, he shoots them a charming little smile while pulling them both into his broad chest.

“There’s no need to fight, ladies, there’s plenty of me to go around.” Turns out he didn’t need to know their names in the first place, because he’s more than capable of making things up as he goes.

Jeongguk pauses at the entryway of the kitchen to take a second glance at Solbin’s tits, and they seem to have softened up a little, maybe they don’t feel so bad after all. Just as he’s reaching to cop another feel, he realises belatedly that the three of them are taking up the entire entryway of the kitchen, blocking the path off completely when there’s someone trying to leave the kitchen.

An apology is on the tip of his tongue when he realises it’s you, dressed in an oversized pink sweatshirt and carrying a heaping plate of food.

“Having a good time, sweetheart?” Jeongguk doesn’t know where that term of endearment came from; he’s never called anyone that in his entire life. Usually he just sticks to babe and it works well enough with most girls to let him into their bed. You look cosy in your sweatshirt, your hair is a little messy in your bun, and it looks like you tumbled straight out of bed to come here. Jeongguk tries to remember if he’s ever seen you look so casual before, your smooth skin looking so soft without makeup, but he’s distracted by the two girls as they giggle at each other.

He suddenly realises that he’s been staring at you for a little too long when he already has two girls by his side, so he turns to one of them and presses a kiss into her cleavage.

“Wonderful, if you’ll just excuse me,” you deadpan as you step to the side.

Solbin whines as she thrusts her chest into his face, demanding the same treatment. At the sight of her pushed up cleavage, Jeongguk’s eyes can’t help but dart towards your chest instead, concealed by your sweater and wish that he could bury his face between your breasts instead. They’re infinitely softer and feel so much better, not to mention how they bounce freely when he fucks up into that amazing pussy of yours—

He pulls Solbin into his chest the same time she pushes his head down into her breasts, and Jeongguk feels as if his forehead just hit a brick wall. Buried in her cleavage, he’s vaguely aware that you’re leaving the kitchen.

“Don’t eat too much, _____, I don’t want you throwing up all over me when I pound that cute ass later,” Jeongguk is struggling for breath against Solbin’s chest, but luckily he manages to get the words out before you get out of earshot.

There’s no substitute for real tits, Jeongguk realises as he grips Solbin’s hips. Eunha/ Ye Eun is helping Solbin to grind on his thigh, and while this is usually one of his favourite positions, it’s not as satisfying this time because Solbin’s fake tits don’t bounce up and down like yours do and he shifts his eyes from her chest in disinterest.

His cock is painfully hard and Solbin throws her head back to stick her chest out as she comes on his tensed thigh muscles with a scream. She immediately climbs off his thighs to bend over and try to palm him through his jeans, but he dodges her by tweaking her nipple in his fingers instead.

“Oppa, don’t you want me to suck you off?” Solbin whines from her position on the floor in front of him. “Or does Oppa want to fuck my tits instead?” She pushes her breasts together enticingly, but the thought of sliding his dick between those two hard globes almost makes him lose his erection.

“Maybe later, Oppa has something to take care of, so I’ll call you later okay?” He shoots his signature grin at both girls, and they nearly melt while failing to realise that he’s actually getting rid of them.

Jeongguk leaves the two girls still in the room while heading towards the top of the stairway, using it as a vantage point as he scans the room for you, praying and hoping that you didn’t leave the party yet. You’re easy to spot since he knows what you’re wearing, and he soon sees you at the edge of the living room, against the walls with what looks like a very drunk Park Jimin.

Maybe it’s because all the blood in his brain is currently busy being somewhere else, but his gut churns and he reaches for his phone in his back pocket without a second thought.

11.00pm [jungcock]: stop babysitting and come upstairs 11.04pm [you]: idk im not really into foursomes 11.05pm [jungcock]: that’s an idea for another time 11.05pm [jungcock]: but seriously, come up babe 11.06pm [jungcock]: I’ll make it worth ur while ;) 11.08pm [you]: I seriously doubt it 11.10pm [jungcock]: try me 11.11pm [jungcock]: come on u were my 11:11 wish

His pickup line is lame, but it must have worked because he sees you coming up the stairs towards him and he immediately breaks out into a grin.

“Got rid of pussy boy so easily?” Jeongguk reaches to grab your hand, feeling satisfied when it fits in his perfectly.

“Got rid of those bitches so easily?” There’s a small frown on your face, and Jeongguk thinks it’s actually pretty cute.

“Someone’s feisty tonight, is it that time of the month?” He can’t help but try to rile you up further, eyes fixed on the way your brows are furrowed a little.

“Let’s just say I am, so I can just suck your dick and go home okay?”

Jeongguk drops your hand in reflex, then immediately regrets it. He’s never actually thought about you having your period before, of other substances coming out of your vagina that he so loves. Of course she fucking has periods Kook, don’t be an idiot. He wonders if you have cramps or backaches during your periods, and if there’s anyone to bring you chocolates or give you massages during that time. He sees the annoyed expression on your face and curses himself for his immaturity, but he has go through with it now, taking your hand back would only be lame. “Are you really?”

“No, I’m not, but I am running out of patience. Didn’t know you were this much of a squeamish manchild. Hurry up and get your dick out so I can go back to sleep.” You shove him onto the bed while tucking your hair behind your ear. “And hand over those pictures.”

Oh. Those pictures. No way in hell would he ever hand them over, because then he’d lose another way to get you to see him. Not that Jeongguk isn’t confident in his abilities to get pussy without blackmail, just that your pussy in particular, seems to require a bit more effort than he’s used to. So Jeongguk tries to change the subject the best way he knows how to, “Aww c’mon babe, I was only joking. And that’s the first time someone’s ever talked about my dick and sleep in the same sentence.”

“Cut the crap Jeongguk, what do you want?”

Jeongguk grabs your hand to pull you down onto the bed beside him. “Let me eat you out baby, I’ve missed that pussy so much.”

His hands find purchase on the swell of your hips that fit so perfectly into his hands, and he swears his mouth is watering as he reaches for the zip on your jeans and undoes it, pushing your pants down to reveal your light blue panties.

“W-what about those other girls? I’m sure they would have been more than glad to let you eat them out.”

Fuck. He feels a little lightheaded at the sight of your simple blue cotton panties, and the scent of your pussy hits him immediately. He pauses to stare at your panties, thinking about how much he loves this pair on you as he licks and suckles at your inner thighs. “Why would I want other pussy when yours tastes the best? Fuck, no one smells as good as this pussy does.”

Jeongguk gives in and licks the seam of your underwear, almost moaning when they turn transparent and he can see your pussy lips through them. “What a pretty pussy, but I’d like to see it without these panties. Hips up baby.”

You oblige and raise your butt, allowing him to slide your panties down along with your jeans to your calves. With your knees liberated, he coaxes you to lay your thighs flat on the bed so that your inner lips are completely spread and not touching each other. Jeongguk has to take a deep breath to keep himself from grinding against the bed at the sight of your exposed cunt, all spread out and dripping for him.

“That’s it, spread your legs wide and show me that pussy, don’t be shy… I love eating this pussy, you like getting your cunt licked don’t you?” Jeongguk can’t help himself as he watches your arousal slowly trickle out of your slit, and he itches to lick every inch of your pussy. You inch your hips into his face, moving your dripping core closer to his mouth. He rewards you with a lick and noisy suckles as he laps up your juices that are leaking out of you. Your arousal smears all over his lips and even the tip of his nose, but Jeongguk doesn’t mind, in fact it turns him on to be as messy as possible.

He concentrates his efforts on your slit, dipping his tongue in a few times teasingly and avoiding your clit altogether.

“Jeongguk, please, please…”

“Please what baby? What do you want me to do to you?” He allows his mouth to slurp and smack against your lips.

“Clit please, I want you to suck my clit.”

Jeongguk loves dirty talk, especially when you do it. The first few times he had to coax you into letting loose, and he still remembers the cute little blush on your cheeks the first time you asked to suck his cock, but over time you got more and more comfortable with it. “Good girl.” He makes sure to reward you by using two fingers to spread your lips further and expose your throbbing clit to him before latching on and suckling with increasing pressure.

He knows you love your clit suckled like this, so he concentrates the tip of his tongue on your nub while letting your pussy lips hug the sides of his mouth, feeling as if he could spend forever eating you out like this. Jeongguk runs his fingers along your folds as he continues to suck, gently sliding one finger inside you.

“Shit, you got even tighter because I didn’t fuck you for so long, is that right baby?” You tighten around his finger immediately, and Jeongguk can’t help but groan as he remembers how tight you always feel on his cock the first time he enters you. The last time he was inside you was a few weeks ago, a few weeks too long of going without the feeling of your pussy engulfing his cock completely.

He pulls out while letting your juices accumulate on his tongue before spitting them onto two fingers and easing them back in. Jeongguk thinks of the last time where he got to cum inside you, and he remembers the way your pussy looked all covered and stained with his semen dripping from your lips and even from inside you. He longs to cover you with his cum again, but then you moan from your position above him.

“Jeongguk- ohhh fuck I’m so wet, I’m gonna come.”

“That’s it baby, let me hear how good I’m eating this pussy,” he draws away to lick his lips, eyes still fixated on his fingers buried in your cunt. “Are you gonna come all over my fingers like a dirty girl? You’re so wet already, if you come you’re gonna wet the bed.”

“Yes, Kook, right there, my clit please,” you beg for his lips back on your clit. “Wanna come with my clit in your mouth.” He does as you ask and uses his other hand to spread your lips obscenely again, sucking your clit straight into his mouth.

You push his head further into your pussy, and Jeongguk moans with his lips around your clit at how your scent surrounds him and your juices soak his chin and cheeks as you come around him. He thrusts a few more times to help you ride out your orgasm, watching the way you close your eyes and gasp, chest heaving. Jeongguk wishes he had taken your top off earlier so he can stare at your tits, real ones that are soft and bounce up and down when he fucks you.

“You look so good when you come, especially when I’m the one doing it,” he smirks as he pulls his fingers out of your clenching core, licking and sucking the rest of the juices clean. He’s kneeling on the bed facing you now, and the tent in his pants is painfully obvious.

Still panting and out of breath, you regain some semblance of consciousness and close your legs modestly, pushing yourself to sit up. As you reach down to adjust your jeans and underwear, something uncomfortable digs into your butt and you pull it out, only to realise that it’s your phone, lit up with messages and missed phone calls.

Jeongguk watches as you check your messages with increasing dismay on your face.

“Fuck, I have to go.”

Jeongguk adjusts his uncomfortably hard erection in his pants as he watches you zip up and stand. “Wait babe, seriously? What the fuck could be more important than this monster dick right now? It’s so hard for you, why don’t you come and suck me off like a good girl hmm?” He glances down at the bulge with a self-satisfied appraisal of his own size, and you roll your eyes in disgust.

“I’m not going anywhere near that dick until your ego deflates.” Jeongguk springs up off the bed to follow you out as you head down the stairs, and he lunges forward to grab your hand while still on the stairs. He follows your line of sight till it lands on Park Jimin, fucking cockblock Park Jimin, who’s about to do a kegstand in the middle of the living room. “_____, let’s go back okay? Jimin’s a big boy, he can take care of himself, what I need is for you to take care of me—”

You shove him away violently, causing him to nearly topple on the stairs, and he blames the amount of blood currently not in his brain as he watches you walk away.

This girl has way too much spit.

Usually Jeongguk likes to be as messy as possible during sex, but this is overdoing it. Solbin is gagging and choking on his cock when he isn’t even going that deep, and Jeongguk sighs mentally. His mind wanders to how you manage to deepthroat him with the most delicious sounds coming from your throat, a far cry from the dying gasps he hears now. You always let him fuck your throat no matter how much of a dick he is to you, and your lips always feel so soft around him.

The thought of your lips makes him moan aloud, and Solbin mistakes it for a good sign as she attempts to choke more of his dick down.

Jeongguk fists a hand in her hair to control her movements as his eyes stray to his phone beside him on the bed. He’s still half fuming at how you left him to suffer with blue balls just to go after that fucking dickhead Park Jimin, so without thinking he grabs his phone to open the camera and snap a picture. He’s careful to cut out half of Solbin’s face, making his dick the main focus of the picture.

“Oppa, w—hat areh yu duing?” She chokes around his cock, and Jeongguk tugs at her hair a little to silence her.

“Shhh, oppa just likes your mouth so much that he has to take a picture,” he winks at her while opening up his conversation with you and typing a caption to go along with the image.

“W—why don’t yu thake a vi—videoh inshead?” She moans around his dick, and Jeongguk has to admit that it’s not a terrible idea.

“You’d let me do that babe?” He grins at her. “Mhhm, oppa will jerk off to this so many times, you have no idea,” Jeongguk is lying, he plans on deleting the video the second it fulfils its intended purpose. “Make sure to gag nice and loud for me.”

He aims the camera at a similar angle, trying not to wince as Solbin exaggerates her choking and gagging on his dick, causing a trail of spit to form on her chin. He fakes a moan for the video, fisting a hand in her hair to push her down further as he fucks into her throat.

Jeongguk hurriedly presses send on the video before tossing his phone aside, closing his eyes and licking his lips as if to remind himself of how he had your pussy in his face just moments ago... It’s how he manages to cum as he shoves deep in Solbin’s throat, groaning as he empties his load into her mouth.

He pulls out wearily, petting her cheek briefly in thanks as he zips himself back up.

“Wait, oppa,” she struggles to swallow his load, wincing at the bitter taste and Jeongguk can see that she’s a little disappointed that he came in her mouth. “Wanna go another round? I want you to cum inside me, wanna feel oppa’s cum in my slutty pussy.”

Jeongguk remembers the first time he managed to get you to say that to him, he nutted so hard that he almost blacked out on top of you. He loves leaving his cum on every single inch of your body, but nothing compares to being inside you when he comes, letting his cum paint your walls without the barrier of a condom. As he looks down at Solbin’s tear stained cheeks, he suddenly feels filthy and disgusted with himself, wondering why you would even trust him so much to let him fuck you without a condom and cum inside you.

“Another time,�� he says dismissively as he picks up his phone and starts to leave the room, feeling the stirrings of another erection at the thought of his cum dripping from your pussy lips.

Then his phone buzzes in his palm, and it’s a notification from you. His heart races as he sees that you’ve sent an image, and the irrational part of him is hoping for a nude, like that fantastic upskirt shot of your cum filled pussy you sent him that one time.

But it turns out to be an unfamiliar pair of lips on your neck, and the jealousy that stirs in his chest completely quenches his erection immediately.

Jeongguk is in his element when he’s playing basketball; it makes him feel unbeatable. Mingyu is dribbling the ball for way too long, so he swoops in to steal it from right under his nose, letting out a loud whoop as he fools around with the ball. Jeongguk would be lying if he said he wasn’t showing off for the many prospective freshmen girls who are milling around and probably drooling over his biceps.

And also, for you sitting at your booth right across him.

He spins the ball on his index finger effortlessly, something which has taken him countless practices in the privacy of his room to get down perfectly. Jeongguk can’t help but occasionally glance over to the cheerleading booth every now and then to check if you’re watching him, since he’s never really been any good at being ignored. Ever since the mini jealousy game he initiated over text that day, he’s tried to play things off like it never happened, asking you to meet him at the lockers or the quad, but you always leave him on read. Which has never happened before, and to be honest he’s kind of impressed with your willpower, because his own is starting to wear down, and fast.

Jeongguk watches from the corner of his eye as Sejong is talking to you, whilst trying to keep up with the impromptu 2 on 2 game that Mingyu started. Actually, half of his concentration is spent on watching you— looking a little pale and remaining seated at your booth— and the other half is scanning the vicinity for Park Jimin, praying and hoping that he doesn’t show up due to some kind of illness, the more violent the better. He only has his excellent basketball skills to thank, since he manages to nail a steal even while distracted.

But then a pink head comes running in from the opposite side of the field, and it’s the bane of Jeongguk’s existence. Park Jimin heads over to your side almost immediately, and you greet him with a smile that makes Jeongguk’s stomach turn over on itself. If only he could just walk up to you like that and be greeted with a smile that sweet. Park Jimin says something to you, and you nod before placing your hands around one of your knees and lifting them up in a stretch, and then—

No. No fucking way.

You’re placing your leg on that pink fuckhead’s shoulder, in the exact same position that Jeongguk loves fucking you in. Jeongguk doesn’t even throw the ball back at Mingyu anymore, just keeps it tucked under his arm as his stare burns into sodding Park Jimin’s back. The look on your face as Jimin helps you to stretch reminds him of how you always wince and moan when he pounds his cock into you for the first time, pussy so tight and stretching to accommodate him, and-

Fuck, he’s gonna get a boner if he continues like this.

He has to watch, seething in jealousy when you hug Jimin in thanks, and that fucker’s hands are on your bare waist. Jeongguk would like to cut his hands off just for touching your bare skin like that, or come to think of it, just jump straight to slicing off Park Jimin’s dick. He’s itching to know if you did anything with Park Jimin that night, let him touch you all over, hands and mouth on your sweet little pussy, wants to know if you let his cock inside you and if you let him cum in your cunt.

But asking outright would mean that he’s jealous, when really; he has no ownership over you and you are free to fuck whoever you like. And besides, Jeongguk really hates losing.

It’s time for your cheer team to perform, and Jeongguk fights his way to the front of the crowd, but it’s really no mean feat because everyone just gives way to him after a glance of his handsome face. With an almost pay-per-view position, Jeongguk lets his eyes rest entirely on you, admiring how the stage is raised slightly so that he can admire your legs in that cute little pleated cheer skirt of yours.

You look a little nervous, every muscle in your body tense as you position yourself in front of Jimin, and Jeongguk rolls his eyes when he remembers that the two of you are stunt partners. He bets he could probably lift you higher than that weakling ever could, and it’s not like he’s never tried it before during wall sex. His endurance is second to none, and Jeongguk knows it.

The music starts and Jimin immediately lifts you up into position, and the nervousness vanishes from your face and is replaced with a genuinely excited smile. Jeongguk takes a second to admire your confidence that’s just so sexy, something about your entire demeanour that changes when you perform a routine gets him so attracted to you. The way you smile and grin at the audience as you contort your body into these fucking amazing positions, the enticing sway of your hips as you nail the dance routine with practiced ease and that overwhelming charisma that he only gets to see during performances has him so incredibly in love with you.

Jeongguk loves watching you perform and dance in your element just like this.

The performance ends way too soon, and he can’t take his eyes off you as you perch on Jimin’s shoulders, waving to the crowd with your cute little ribboned ponytail bouncing happily. Jeongguk starts to head over to the cheerleading booth along with hordes of other interested visitors, fully intent on pulling you aside to show you who you really belong to, but you’re already busy being lifted and thrown in the air. There are people dressed in casual home clothes on the mat trying out cheerleading stunts, so Jeongguk figures that this must be some kind of hands on exhibition thing.

Perfect.

He changes course to head towards the locker rooms, brushing off Mingyu with the excuse of a stomach ache. When he reaches his locker, he immediately sheds his basketball jersey and shorts, changing into the spare outfit of a polo tee and jeans that he keeps in his locker before making his way out again, in a beeline for the cheerleading booth.

Park Jimin is currently monitoring a freshman as he flips you over into the air, and catches you in his arms before setting your feet down onto the ground. You grin at the freshman to thank him, and that’s when Jeongguk makes his move.

“Um, excuse me, but can I try one of those stunts that you did on stage just now?” Jeongguk puts on his best doe eyed expression and grins at you with a little scrunch of his nose.

You start to smile and turn around. “Of course, just step right this way—”

A look of shock manifests itself on your face, and Jeongguk is drawn to your red lips as your mouth drops open, taking in his appearance.

“You guys were awesome on stage; I just really want to become like you!!” He adds just for good measure, and he doesn’t have to fake this enthusiasm.

“Cut the crap Jeon Jeongguk, what the fuck do you want?” Jimin steps protectively in front of you.

“I just want to help in a… basket toss, is that what it’s called?” Jeongguk pretends to hesitate as he places a finger on his chin thoughtfully. Fuck, he really deserves an Oscar for his acting right now, or at least a Nobel Prize for not punching Park Jimin right in his face.

“How about no, and you just fuck right off—” Jimin starts up, but you interrupt him.

“Of course, just head over here and we’ll show you!” You hurriedly clap a hand over Jimin’s mouth just as your coach strolls past the three of you, pausing in front of your group with his scrutinising eyes and unforgiving stance.

Jeongguk cheers internally at the impeccable timing, and grins as you beckon another one of the team’s bases over. He’s positioned right behind you as you step into the open palms of Jimin and the other base, and Jeongguk lets his eyes admire the tiny slope of your waist, exposed by your cheer top, and the pleats of your skirt as they skim down over your ass. Your coach takes his hands and places them on your thighs, right below the hem of your skirt, and Jeongguk immediately feels a part of him perk up with interest.

If this is what cheerleading consists of, he’s in the wrong damn club, alright.

Your coach is mumbling something into his ear, but he doesn’t really pay attention because all he can feel is the silky softness of your thighs beneath his hands, the slight quivering of your muscles as you maintain your position. “It’s okay to touch her, don’t worry kid. It’s to make sure she’s safe.”

Well then, if that’s the case…

Jeongguk takes the opportunity to slide his hands up your thighs when your coach takes a step back to explain some other things that he’s not really interested in, but he does make an effort to listen, at least a little bit, while feeling you up so that he doesn’t make a mistake and accidentally hurt you. He lets his hands wander up to your ass and even massage it a little, smirking when you tense up under his touch. It’s a pity he can’t feel your underwear, all he’s touching are the spandex of your safety shorts, and this immediately makes him think back to the time where he confiscated these and made you go to cheer without them.

Good times.

Your coach is counting down already, so Jeongguk forces himself to focus and try to forget about how your thighs and the curve of your ass feel under his hands as the two bases toss you up, and tries to contribute a little too. He watches in admiration as you’re thrown straight up into the air, parting your legs in a split before coming back down, and he wonders how the fuck you can do something like that in such a short amount of time.

You land back in the arms of Jimin and the other base safely, and Jeongguk breaks out into a round of applause, genuinely impressed by how flexible you are. He thanks the coach for the opportunity, and once he leaves, Park Jimin takes a threatening step closer.

Or as threatening as possible, given that he’s almost a full head shorter.

“Can you leave now? You got what you were looking for right?” Jimin says immediately once Coach is out of earshot.

“Huh? What are you talking about? I came over to learn some stunts!” Jeongguk feigns a hurt expression.

“That tent in your pants says otherwise, you fucking pervert,” Jimin shoots back as he turns to you to make sure that you’re okay. But your eyes are drawn to the front of his pants, and you gasp in mortification, embarrassment heating up your cheeks as you glance around to see if anyone else has noticed.

Jeongguk glances down at the front of his jeans, and Park Jimin is right. He’s a little taken aback by his erection, not even realising it until Park Jimin decides to be a fucker and expose him, but he’s not ashamed of it one bit. He catches you looking at the tent in his pants with an adorable blush on your cheeks, and Jeongguk is amused, considering that you’ve already seen his dick a million times, held it, sucked it, and fucked it too.

He makes sure to maintain eye contact with you with a smirk. “It’s not my fault the girls on this team are so smoking hot,” he grins and winks at you. “Nice ass, by the way.”

The lobby of your building is too damn hot— Jeongguk’s been waiting here ever since the showcase ended just so he can catch you alone. His erection is painfully persistent; and considering that he doesn’t really want to have to jerk one off himself like he’s been doing for the past few weeks, he has to settle on tucking it out of sight.

He catches a glimpse of your slightly sweaty, deep in thought face as you walk towards the lobby.

“Got rid of it so fast?” You say with a pointed look at his crotch.

“No, I tucked it under my waistband, it’s such a neat trick— wanna see?” He shoots you a cocky little smirk, lifting his polo shirt just a tad to reveal the hint of tanned abdomen, but you roll your eyes and turn your head the other way. “C’mon baby, are you mad at me?”

Jeongguk doesn’t really do this pet name thing, but clearly he can’t control himself around you. It just doesn’t feel right to call you something as impersonal as babe, and he likes the way baby sounds. He takes it upon himself to invade your personal space by sliding both arms around your waist, burying his nose into the crook of your neck, secretly elated when you don’t push him away. You smell nice, and the feeling of your bare skin under his hands makes him want to hold you like this forever.

“No.”

“Babe, I know girls well enough to know that’s a complete lie.”

“I’m sure you do.” You shoot back at him with a glare, slapping his hands away when the lift arrives. Jeongguk knows he has to up his game if he wants to cum inside you today, but more than that he just can’t stand the feeling of not touching you and having his hands on you when you’re this close to him. You look a little tired and worn out, and he absently wonders if you’ve been sleeping well lately.

He steps in after you and dives to press the button for your floor before you can do it yourself. The feel of your ass has him thirsting for more than just hasty groping, but Jeongguk’s just in a good mood because he’s managed to one up Park Jimin today, and he sidles up close in a backhug that allows him to encircle your waist with both hands. Fuck, he loves touching you like this, hands around your petite waist and he wants to help you bounce up and down his cock just like this. “Are you mad at me about today? Or is it the video?”

“Why would I be mad about the video? It’s not like we’re exclusive or anything, get over yourself Jeon.” You step out of the lift and rummage in your bag for your keys, but he follows a step behind you even as you unlock your door and drop your bag on the floor. Your voice is the perfect blend of apathy and indifference, and Jeongguk has to admit that it’s dampening his spirits a little. “Can you get out? I’m about to strip out of this fucking uniform and I don’t think I can wait a second longer.”

“For what it counts, no one sucks dick like you do,” Jeongguk meant to reassure you that Solbin has nothing on you, but it comes out wrong and he nearly wants to punch himself, so he makes up for it by changing the subject to you instead. “Besides, it’s not like you didn’t do anything with Park either. Fucking in a taxi— now there’s somewhere even I haven’t gone.” He forces a chuckle to hide the fact that he’s actually brimming with jealousy at the thought of Park Jimin laying those disgusting little hands on you.

“For once, I win,” you smirk half-heartedly at him, and Jeongguk’s heart nearly stops. Did you fuck him? The thought of it makes him want to bend you over the nearest surface and pound his cock into you repeatedly, cumming as many times as humanly possible inside to coat your pussy with him, and then pull out and cum on every single place on your body where Park Jimin has touched you.

He watches you cross the room to grab some spare clothes before heading to the attached bathroom and shutting the door behind you. Jeongguk’s cock throbs at the idea of marking you with his cum. “I’m coming in.”

It’s a statement, not a question, and luckily heaven seems to be on his side since the bathroom door doesn’t have a lock. Jeongguk steps inside and rids his clothes, tossing them on the floor to join yours, and then pushes back the curtain to see your wet and naked body.

You look fucking delicious, and he has to consciously stop himself from palming his cock as he watches how the water dribbles over your tits, tits that he’s missed after fucking around with so many fake ones, only to skim over your soft belly and over the hidden apex of your thighs that he so desperately wants to taste on his tongue again.

“I didn’t say you could join.”

“Let me make it up to you babe,” is all he says as he reaches for some shampoo and starts to lather your hair. This feels so domestic and platonic, and Jeongguk would never be caught dead in such a scene like this, but all he can think of now is how soft your hair feels between his fingers as he moves slowly to give you a scalp massage. He can feel your body relax against him as he makes sure to get every last strand, piling it atop your head before reaching for the showerhead to wash the shampoo off. How the fuck do girls wash their hair every day when there’s so much of it?

Once your hair is clean, Jeongguk reaches for the body soap, and once it hits his palm, he recognises it as the fruity, tangy scent that he gets whenever he kisses your neck or buries his face into your skin. “So this is what you use to smell so damn good every time,” he comments as he massages the soap into your soft skin, skimming over your shoulders and down your back. You lean into his touch, and he chuckles softly at how adorable you look with your eyes scrunched closed like this, and you turn around to crash your lips onto his.

Jeongguk cheers internally when you give in first, then allows his hands to wander to your waist and pull you in closer. He slides his mouth to your neck to suck a few bruises into your skin to mark you as his, not in his most preferred way, but it will do for now. His hands cup your breasts and massage the soap into your skin, and fuck, he’s missed the way real tits feel.

He can’t help but crouch down to suckle on your nipple, laving his tongue over the hard peak as he tweaks the other one hard to satisfy his hunger for your breasts after having been deprived for so long. Jeongguk swears you have the best tits, he doesn’t need huge C or D cups as long as he has yours that bounce so fucking deliciously, and fit so perfectly in his hands and in his mouth, and—

A painful whine escapes from your lips, and Jeongguk freezes, pausing with his teeth marks still on your nipple.

“J—just, they’re a little sore,” you murmur under the warm spray of the shower head, and Jeongguk feels a little guilty for being over enthusiastic, so he kisses an apology onto each breast tenderly and moves on to your shoulder instead.

The shock of the cold water on his erection threatens to dampen it, so he pulls away and grabs a towel to dry you off, concentrating on getting you dry so that you don’t catch a cold. When he reaches your breasts, he takes care to pat gently so that he doesn’t hurt you, even though he’s really dying to take a nipple into his mouth and just suck.

When you’re all dry again, Jeongguk gives himself a mental pat on the back and just about stops himself from doing something stupid like kissing you on the forehead. You reach out for his cock to stroke him, thumb sliding over his slick precum covered head, and the feeling of your small hand on his length nearly makes him lose his load right there. Jeongguk grabs you around the waist- his favourite part to hold you by because it makes him feel so manly and strong- and carries you to the bed, placing you down gently. His eyes trail over every inch of your smooth skin as he kisses his way down your torso, regrettably skipping over your tender breasts- next time, Kook- until he’s at the juncture of your thighs. Jeongguk is beyond delighted to see that you’re already dripping for him, and he just wants to bury his face in your pussy to lick every inch of you.

“Jeongguk-ah, not today, just hurry.” He’s almost regretful when you stop him from eating your pussy like he wants to, but then you reach for his dick and stroke him roughly, and fuck, Jeongguk has to bite down on his lip to keep from cumming all over your hand. Your touch feels so much better than his own, and he shifts himself to face you as you move back on the bed. He places his hands on your knees to spread them, to reveal the prize he’s been waiting for all this time, and Jeongguk nearly groans at the sight of your pussy, creaming and wet for him.

He’s a little worried that he might lose his load after the first stroke as he places a hand on his base to guide himself to your slit, eyes on the prize. But then you stop him with a hand on his chest, and he nearly has a heart attack, thinking that you’re asking him to stop and get the fuck out.

“D-do you have a condom by any chance?”

Your question eases his anxiety a little, and he strokes his twitching cock while still staring at your wet pussy. You’re the only girl that he doesn’t use a condom with, and the thought of not being able to feel your bare walls around him has him more than a little disappointed. “Why? Do we need one? I thought—”

“J-just in case.” He brings his eyes up to meet yours, searching your face intently. “In case that girl gave you something.” Jeongguk doesn’t know why you’re so uneasy, but it’s obvious in the way that your voice is trembling a little.

“It’s not because you fucked Park Jimin right?” He asks jokingly, but his eyes are serious and he doesn’t give you a chance to look away. You shake your head and a load is eased off his chest, although later when he recalls the way he worded his question, he realises that it’s not clear if you meant: no, you didn’t fuck Park Jimin, or no, you didn’t fuck Park Jimin without a condom. “You’re still on the pill right?”

“Yeah, but… I just felt… weird for a bit. I’m sorry, I know you hate wearing one but-”

“It’s okay, baby,” Jeongguk smiles, and then he really does kiss your forehead, but he blames the lack of blood in his brain for that stupid, stupid impulse. It’s true, he likes to feel you bare around his cock, you wet and sliding on him is the best feeling in the world, but he doesn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable either. But contrary to popular belief, he doesn’t carry condoms around nowadays because the feeling of your bare pussy on him has him ruined for any other girls. “I’ll wear one if you want me to, but the problem is… I don’t have one right now.”

Your eyes dart over to Sejong’s side of the room. “I-I think Sejong has some. Just in that drawer by the bed over there.”

Jeongguk’s heart leaps in his chest with a renewed hope, and he doesn’t hesitate as he crosses the room in long strides and retrieves a foil wrapped package that he tears it open with his teeth even before he reaches the bed. “I haven’t worn one of these in ages,” he comments as he slips it on, and the rubbery material almost feels foreign on his length as he gives himself a few practice strokes before lining himself up at your entrance.

On hindsight, Jeongguk is thankful that you made him wear a condom, because the reduced friction is actually on his side this time, and he doesn’t blow his load on his first stroke. He has to control his breathing as he feels your walls close in around him, and the feeling of bottoming out in you nearly has his eyes rolling back in his head because of how warm you feel, and how you’re squeezing around his length.

“Fuck, you’re tighter than usual,” he says as he draws his hips back to give a few experimental thrusts, and your walls cling on tight to his length, making it hard for him to move. Jeongguk places a thumb on your clit to rub in circles because he knows that penetration doesn’t really do anything for you as it does for him, and you respond by wrapping your legs around his waist and drawing him in closer.

Jeongguk takes it as a sign to go harder, and he lets himself pound his hips into you, letting out satisfying slaps of skin. Your nails against his back only urge him on to go harder, and he relishes every single moan that comes from your lips.

“Jeongguk, ah fuck, that feels so good, you’re so good,” you can only breathlessly moan as he slides his hands under your knees to bring them together so that you fit even tighter around his cock. He loves the way you look, so submissive and small under him as his hands wrap around each thigh to press them into your body.

“Fuck, I love hearing you whine when I’m pounding that pussy,” Jeongguk grunts when your walls close in around him. “So wet, so tight, so- fucking- good.” He punctuates each word with a thrust that bathes your nerves in an ocean of ecstasy, and you actually sob and gasp for air.

“Harder, Jeongguk, fuck me harder,” you plead with him to quench that aching desire in your core. He obliges by hooking both legs over his shoulder and leaning his weight onto his palms, taking advantage of your hyper flexibility as a cheerleader to nearly fold you in half as he continues to pound his cock in and out. He changes the motion of his hips from thrusting to just simply rutting inside you, unwilling to let his cock leave your pussy for even a second longer than necessary.

By now you’re incoherent and reduced to sobs and whines, which are music to his ears as your walls pulse around him, and once more Jeongguk is thankful for the condom because your walls seem intent on milking him dry. You’re thrashing and almost sobbing with how intense your orgasm is, and he slows his movements to deep, hard thrusts to help prolong your pleasure. He pushes your legs from his shoulder, planting a kiss on your dainty ankle as he continues to slide his length in and out, going for depth rather than speed now. Jeongguk’s almost certain that he can feel your cervix as he bottoms out, and all he wants to do is hold the tip of his cock to your cervix and just paint it white with his cum.

You place your small fingers on the edge of his abdomen to stop him. “Wait, Jeongguk, ouch, not so hard. Let me top.” He obliges and pulls out to sit on the edge of the bed with his legs spread wide, and you slide off the bed to stand between them. Reaching back to stroke his cock a few times, you bend down to wrap your lips around him, condom and all, and fuck, that’s hot. You turn around and Jeongguk can’t help but palm your ass as you sit down on his cock, and the aftershocks of your orgasm has you even tighter than usual.

You control the speed with your hands on his thighs as you sink down onto his length slowly, and Jeongguk has his hands on your waist to push you down further because he just wants to feel your pussy around him again. But you resist with your arms tensed against his thighs, teasing him, and he wishes he could just pound you into the bed instead. When you do reach the base of his cock, Jeongguk has to distract himself with his mouth on your collarbone, because he might actually blow his load now, even with the damn condom.

Pushing against his thighs, you start to move up and down his cock ever so slowly, making sure to clench your walls against him tightly every time you go down. After a while Jeongguk gets tired of letting you set the pace, so he grips your waist tightly and moves you up and down his cock a little faster, while giving small thrusts with his hips that are still pinned under your weight.

“Jeongguk, ah-, you’re so big,” you pant as he drills into you slowly, and Jeongguk feels like his ego inflates a million times with your praise. His length is swollen inside you from having been aroused for so long, and his thickness elicits continuous gasps from your lips as he continues to bounce you up and down.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come soon, but I want you to come one more time baby,” he whispers into your neck. He increases his speed slightly, but doesn’t pull out as much so that he can remain within your warm walls for as long as possible.

“I-I don’t think I can.” You’re quivering in his arms, and Jeongguk tightens his grip around your waist to keep you anchored down onto his lap even as he thrusts deep. “Jeongguk, oh, I can’t again-”

“You can, baby just relax and let me do it,” he reaches for your clit and twists it between slender fingers, and you nearly buck your hips off his lap in response. “That’s it, you like it when I fuck you like this right?”

“Yes, please more,” you gasp when his fingers pause over your clit.

“Will you promise to be a good girl and not let other men touch what’s mine?” Jeongguk gives a particularly hard thrust that hits a little too deep, and you whine in pain. He promises himself that the next time you let him inside you without a condom, this is where he’ll be when he cums inside you, as deep as possible to erase any other man that came before him.

“Y-yes, I’m yours, just yours,” you grasp his thigh to push yourself off his length slightly as he smirks into your skin with satisfaction at your answer. “Not so deep, Jeongguk, ow.”

“I know you can take it baby, are you close?” Jeongguk refuses to let his length leave that spot, but he soothes you with increased efforts on your clit. He loves the mess you’re making all over his thighs and even onto your sheets underneath. “Looks like someone’s ready to cum, hmm? She’s dripping all over my cock, what a nasty girl you are.”

And that’s all it takes for you to tighten around him and your second orgasm, thighs trembling as you whimper in his arms. Your walls close in around him, and Jeongguk allows himself the guilty pleasure of imagining that he’s fucking you bare as he cums, the thought of cumming inside you eliciting a moan from him. His length is pulsing inside you, and the heady pleasure of finally reaching his orgasm nearly makes him black out for as second, and he has to inhale the scent of your hair to try and regain his strength for a moment.

He collapses into your pillow with his arms still tight around you, holding you close as you both come down from your high. A little guilty for going so hard on you, he presses his lips behind your ear in apology. “You’re more sensitive today than usual, you okay?”

“Mhm.” Jeongguk’s worry is eased, and he starts to close his eyes, content to just doze off with the comfort of still being inside you.

“Kook, condom,” you whine, and he gets the hint, pulling out of your sore pussy and carefully taking off the condom.

It feels awkward to be striding across your room naked whilst tying off the used condom, and all he wants to do is get back into bed surrounded by your warmth again. He stops short in his tracks when he sees that you’ve drawn the covers over yourself on the bed.

“Um, not to be rude but Sejong will be back soon and…” Jeongguk reaches to scratch his neck awkwardly, wanting nothing more than to hide in mortification. Right, you and him don’t do after sex cuddles, it’s his own fucking rule that he implemented at the very start of this... thing. He feels exposed and vulnerable, and not just in the physical sense, as he stands in front of your bed awkwardly, but he finally turns away in resignation to get his clothes from the bathroom.

He misses your warmth already.

Visual communications is the only class that you share with him, and it is also his only incentive to show up every week. Without you there’s no one to keep him awake and even though it pains him to admit it, you’re pretty much the highlight of his day.

The lecturer is moving painfully slowly through her 100 slide powerpoint, and Jeongguk can already feel a yawn creeping up on him even though he made sure to get coffee that morning. The sole reason why he even took this class in the first place was because of you; fought so hard to get the last damn slot just so he can see your face every single week without having to make up some lame excuse that you always don’t buy.

10.58am [jungcock]: wru?? y r u not in class 11.01am [jungcock]: prof asked about her fave student like twice already 11.03am [jungcock]: hello?? 11.03am [jungcock]: did u die 11.04am [jungcock]: did i go too hard on u that last time 11.05am [jungcock]: jk but r u ok??

Your favourite matcha latte is getting cold next to his own Americano, and Jeongguk can’t stop wondering if something happened to you, since you never miss classes unless it’s something really serious. Just his luck really, his first time getting you a drink and you don’t show up for class. Jeongguk has a whole excuse planned out too— the barista messed up his order, and thought he was really good looking so his drink was on the house-]— complete with side profile smirk that makes girls swoon and drop their panties.

He notices with an uncomfortable lump in his throat that he just double texted- wait, multiple texted- you, and resists the urge to send something to diffuse the tension, like a dick pic maybe. It’s only thanks to the divine intervention of the lecturer clearing her throat at his blatant inattention that he doesn’t.

11.10am [you]: m fine just stomach flu

Your brief reply somehow manages to both set him at ease and on edge at the same time, and Jeongguk wonders if he should go and visit you, but after the last time when you practically chased him out after sex— that’s his thing— his confidence is at an all-time low.

Maybe he can pull out an excuse from his ass and just thick skin his way through it. With a sigh, he dumps your matcha latte in the trash as the lecturer dismisses the crowd.

The rest of the day passes in a blur— why the fuck did he think it was a good idea to put two three hour lectures back to back— and before long Jeongguk finds himself standing in front of a florist shop scratching his neck awkwardly.

Would it be too much to get you flowers? It’s not like you’re in the hospital or anything; fuck, did he just curse you? Touch wood, but there’s no fucking wood around—

Get it together Kook.

The shop assistant spares him a glance like she’s about to ask him what the occasion is, and that’s when Jeon Jeongguk chickens the fuck out and runs away. It’s his most embarrassing moment in life, second to the moment where he wanted to fucking cuddle with you, but thank goodness there were no third party witnesses to that.

After beating himself up over what to get you, he creeps back to the florist’s with shame adorned on his cheeks and worrying his bottom lip hesitantly. Contrary to popular belief, Jeongguk does have some common sense and he figures getting you food would be risky since you might just throw up all over him.

The same shop assistant recognises him with an all-knowing smile, like she’s witnessed this scene all too many times before. Jeongguk resists the urge to run out of the shop again, instead crossing his arms over his middle.

“D-do you have anything that says: ‘I’m sorry you’re sick and I hope you get better soon but I’m definitely not here because I was worried about you’?” He blurts out so fast that he’s worried that the assistant didn’t hear him and he’d have do something horrible like repeat himself.

But thankfully the assistant only shoots him a wry grin and looks around the shop thoughtfully. She heads over to a small shelf of potted plants and selects one of the succulents, a tiny little cactus no bigger than his palm that’s adorned with a bright yellow flower on top.

“This is a cactus succulent, it’s a representation of endurance and warmth even while going through hard times. It’s like a sign of encouragement from the giver to the receiver.” She brings the small pot to the counter as she explains, and smiles reassuringly at Jeongguk’s raised eyebrow. “Don’t worry, it’s completely platonic, if that’s what you’re asking.”

Thank fuck.

“I’ll take it,” Jeongguk reaches for his wallet in his back pocket to pay. “C-could you wrap it up please? It’s a gift,” he murmurs while busying himself with the suddenly arduous task of counting out the right amount of money.

Jeon Jeongguk is shaking.

He’d never figure he’d be such a fucking coward, and over nothing too. He’ll just drop by to make sure you’re not dead, put the plant casually on your desk and leave. No funny stuff, no sappy words or anything.

He’s even got his whole speech planned out.

“What are you doing here?” You’d ask with a confused look on your face.

“Just wanted to make sure you’re not dead, or else I’d lose a fucking great fuck buddy,” he would say in reply, running his fingers through his hair oh-so-casually.

Maybe not that last part.

Anyway, the assistant had done a great job at wrapping the pot up in transparent gift wrap, and Jeongguk has to admit that the tiny cactus is pretty darn cute. He’s never even fucking set foot in a florist’s before— flowers aren’t his thing, too romantic and they die on you anyway, so what’s the point?

Once more he wonders why he’s going to such lengths just for you.

He reaches your unit and pauses outside with a deep breath to steel himself as he pauses to knock, but then decides against it. If you were sick he didn’t want to make you get out of bed to get the door, so he prays that the door is somehow unlocked as he reaches for the doorknob and twists it.

Only to see a pink fuckhead situated on your bed, thankfully not with you in it.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Jeongguk grits out, his grip tightening on the plant before he has to remind himself not to crush it.

The sight of Park Jimin on your bed ignites a slick burn of rage within his chest, sitting on that bed where he’d fucked you not a week ago, looking as if he belonged there, that fucking asshole. Did he come over to cuddle with you since you were sick? And did you actually let him, judging by how crumpled the sheets look? Actually, where the fuck are you?

The bathroom door opens suddenly, and you emerge from its depths with tearstained cheeks and messy hair, sweatpants hastily tied at your waist and—

A piercing pain cuts through him— shards of the broken cacti pot cutting into his palm— as he spots the pregnancy test in your hand.

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Outlaws

The other day I was listening to this song and suddenly this idea appears. I couldn’t help myself, so I really hope you all like this one!! I’m tagging the love of my life @obviouslyelementary (Take it as a little gift <3)because she deserves everything this in this world and because this is a Logince! Moxiety!

Warning: Human!AU PopStarRoman, ManagerLogan, SongwriterMorality and CostumerAnxiety. Past Toxic Relationship, but nothing graphic. I hope you all really like this one!!

Here’s the song

“For someone who always uses bad clothes, you sure know how to design some nice ones.” Roman said when he saw his reflection in the mirror, wearing a beautiful sparky white with feathers costume, having slight greyish. His make-up was already done, leaving his eyes with a purple eye-shadow.

“Yeah, yeah.” He was kneeled next to the artist, seeing one last thing, “You have said that a lot of time.”

Roman scoffed, “I just don’t get it. Why? I mean you can dress fabulous!”

“Ah, Ro, let him be,” Morgan spoke from the couch that was in the little room, chuckling when the young dresser tensed a little but smile nonetheless, “He can do whatever he wants.” The songwriter smiled.

Roman felt a pain in his calf, “Oh sorry.” Ann smirked and in that moment Roman knew he did it on purpose.

“He can do whatever he wants and also hurt you and destroyed your costumes.” He giggled.

Point taken.

Roman was waving off his fans while Logan was trying to get him into de limo. Ugh, he knew it can be excited when you just start your musical career but this guy was so careless.

“C’mon Roman, we need to get to the hotel.” Roman sighed but obeyed his manager.

“You are no fun.” He sighed and took out his phone.

“Don’t post anything yet, we need to arrive first and make sure there’s no one in the hotel.”

Roman rolled his eyes, “I’m just talking with Morgan.” He showed his phone.

For some reason, Logan’s jaw clenched and suddenly he was mad.

Morgan was in the park, writing some stuff in his pad when he felt a presence next to him, he turned only to find the dresser sitting next to him with one smoothie in each hand.

“Thought you would be thirsty,” Anx, his artistic name, was smiling shyly at him.

“Thanks.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you had a criminal record?” Logan was trying his best to control his voice, but really, he was mad. Someone just exposed Anx in social media and in Roman’s last interview the host out him in a really bad situation. Ann watched that in television and was avoiding even grabbing his phone.

He was in his studio when the singer and his manager burst into it, “It was a long time ago…” His voice sounds almost sad.

Roman was trying to get Logan out of there, “C’mon Logan, it’s not a big deal.”

Ann was sketching a new dress for a wedding, “Yeah, it’s not like I kill someone…”

“Then what was it?”

“I don’t have to tell you…”

“It happens that you have, I’m your boss!” Logan’s arm was being held by Roman, who was tugging at it.

“Look, even the drama queen doesn’t care, why would you?” Ann snapped, feeling intimidate, grabbed his sketch book with both of his hands.

Logan, finally snapping back to reality, “Look, it’s for the rumors Anx. I don’t care what you did, but I have to know in order to protect your image and his image.” He explained calmly and sighing slightly.

Roman look at his manager. Then at his designer, who was biting his lip, as if wanting to tell him but was refraining.

Look at his manager.

Look at Ann.

“I’ll go.”

And Ann told him.

Anxiety knew that something happened when he arrived that day to work in Prince’s next tour and everyone was avoiding his gaze.

All thank to a fucking mistake, that was it. A misunderstood.

He looked around and sat in a little desk in the studio, he could hear the voice of Roman practicing his new song. He smiled at the song,

“Oh, when the lights go down in the city You'll be right there shining bright You're a star and the sky's the limit”

Morgan was the responsible of writing most of Roman’s songs. He had a habit of writing love pop song and a little of indie, which was completely his style.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in jail?” One of his co-workers asked with an evil smirk.

“You mean for murder? I don’t know, I haven’t done one in a while.” He glared at them.

Logan knew this was probably not the best way to handle this, but he was under a lot of stress and it seemed as the best thing.

“I am not firing you, Anx…” He remembered reaching to touch his shoulder but got his hand spatted away. “It’s just while this disappear, give me one month.”

Anxiety had been looking at the floor and just moved his eyes up, watching him through his fringe. “Okay.” He sounded so defeated.

“This is not your fault and you’ll still be in charge of the costumes of Roman’s world tour.”

Ann just stood up, give him a short nod and leave his office, not even bothering to close the door behind him

Now Logan was in his office, yanking his hair and wondering if he made the correct choice.

He felt horrible, specially after seeing the broken face of his friend. Ann was his friend. He rubbed his temples, and everything because of a fucking gossip.

Suddenly he saw a cup of coffee in front of him, and when he raised his face he saw the young diva smiling at him. “I don't support your choice,” he was about to tell him to go away, “But I know this is hard and I'm not mad, I'm here Logan.” He felt a quick kiss right next to his mouth.

Okay, maybe not everything was bad.

When Morgan noticed that Ann wasn't answering his texts he went to his house as soon as possible, and while it may not have been the best decision he was glad.

Anx opened the door, confused only to be tackled with a hug.

“Mo... Morgan?”

The writer hugged him, still on the floor and the writer was mumbling something about not caring and missed you so damn much. “Morgan?” He asked in a tiny voice, “What’s the matter? Why are you here?” He squirmed away and both stood up.

Ann went to close the door, looking at the white cat that was hidden under the table, “I just wanted to see you, Ann. Ever since… you know, you haven’t answered my texts so I got worried.”

The younger one raised an eyebrow, “That’s all?”

“You know, I missed your devishly charm at the studio.” He smiled shyly.

“Oh…”

Morgan stay that day. And the next one.

Logan was talking in the phone when Roman entered his office once again, with a coffee cup and a cupcake. “Hey, Lo…” Logan put his index finger in front of his lips, signaling him to wait, “Oh sorry.” He felt a pair of lips in his cheek.

He really like that feeling.

Ann woke up. Another dreadful day. He chuckled dryly, that happens when you get to invested in your work. He shook the covers up and jumped out of the bed.

“Hey, Tag,” the white cat stared at him, “Sleep well?” he scratched his ears. He then proceeded to go to the kitchen and make some breakfast for his cat.

He was not hungry.

Morgan was in his studio, struggling with the words (likeme:D) when his phone ring.

Woke up. U going to come? -Anxy

He let the pen next to him and started typing:

Yeah. Chinese or pasta? -Mo.

Whatevs. Idc. Need to clean. -Anxy

He let himself chuckled and shook his head.

K. See u later. -Mon

“Ohh…” Roman’s voice echoed, “Who are you texting and why are you smiling so bright?” He wiggled his eyebrows and sat in front of him.

“Our favorite outlaw.”

Roman frowned, “Hey, don’t called him like that.”

Morgan shrugged, “He likes it.”

He did, after all. Morgan smirked a little and he heard the start giggling, “You’ve got an idea.”

He did, after all.

Roman was in his apartment when someone knocked. “Roman opened up!” The diva laughed softly and paused the movie.

“What’s the matter, Lo?” He smiled, resting his arm in door’s frame.

“I don’t know what you are playing! You have to stop! I am your manager!”

Roman raised an eyebrow, “That’s not what you say last night.” He winked.

The oldest one’s cheek flushed slightly, “Roman stop!”

“Or what? Going to punished me?”

Logan growled, something slightly out of character of him, and launched himself at the pop start. Grabbing his head and uniting their lips again.

Roman’s voice was melodic not only in singing.

Logan woke up naked, tangled in sheets with a body next to him.

“So, why are going to stop?” He heard the pop start whispering next to his neck, kissing softly the flesh leaving a little circle purple form.

“Stop that, they’ll see it.” He hissed, but didn’t make an effort to move away.

“That’s the idea, babe.” He let little peck up to his naked shoulder.

He let Roman pampered him, feeling hot all over again and before they went for another round, his last thought was that they really need to stop.

Ann was silent and Morgan was getting more and more nervous with each second.

“Y-You’ve got a be kidding!” Ann flinched away when Morgan tried to touch his hand. “Why?”

“Look, Ann don’t panic. You don’t have to answer in this moment or reciprocate me, I just thought you should know. I like you romantically, don’t act as if it’s a bad thing.” Morgan said almost offended, crossing his arms in his chest.

Ann looked at him and grabbed his hand, “It’s not bad… Not for me. Morgan, you deserve someone better than me.”

Morgan didn’t believe that.

“So, I can go back at work?” They were having a coffee near the studio. Logan was smiling but Anx knew better, he was nervous because of something.

“Yeah. Sorry for all this inconvenient. I hope you’re not mad at me for my decision.”

Anx purse his lips, and drink from his coffee. “I am.” Logan flinched, “But I got my job back, so it’s fine.”

“Morgan hasn’t stopped talking about it,” he smiled, “Saying something about needing your piercing eyes to come up with a new song.”

Ann felt the blood running in his cheeks, “He does that.”

“Soo… What’s that on you neck, Lo?” Ann smirk.

“Shut it.”

“So basically,” Ann was sketching some new stuff while Roman try some new clothes for the tour, “He cheated and make it seem you commit the fraud?”

Anxiety nodded, blowing in his drawing a bit, seeing the lines. “Pretty much. He told me he would help me to get out, but well…” he trailed off, not wanting to talk about it anymore.

Morgan kissed his forehead and Ann chuckled softly, “I think you're going to jail again, Anx...”

Ann was resting his head on the shoulder of the writer. He raised an eyebrow, “Why?”

“You steal my heart.” He kissed his cheek again.

“Oh my god, Morgan!” He was chuckling and blushing, and it was such a beautiful thing.

Logan was biting his lip when Morgan entered the room.

“You called me?” He asked.

“Yeah... ugh.” He coughed softly, “D-Do you have the n-new song?”

“I do... I was looking for Roman so we could practice... Have you seen him?” He raised an eyebrow at the flushed face of his boss.

“I-I'll tell him to go there...” He trembled, “You can go.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yep. Perfectly Fine.”

He shrugged off and went outside.

Roman, who was under the desk, snickered, “What's the matter, Lo?” He left a little kiss in his inner tight and bit the flesh, tugging it.

Logan groaned. “I can't believe we're doing this.”

Roman smirked and kiss the tip of Logan's length, silencing his manager.

“Ann hate surprises...” Roman said when he read the lyric.

Morgan smiled sweetly, “He'll love this one.”

The singer hummed, tapping his chin, “What's up with you two?” Morgan blushed slightly but say nothing. “Are you two a thing?”

Morgan shrugged, “I really like him, like really really like him,” Roman chuckled, “and I think he likes me too. We are a thing… just the thing doesn’t have name.”

Roman laughed.

“And you are Logan are…?”

His laughter died.

“So you two are fucking?” Alex took a bit at his sandwich and Logan choked with his coffee.

“Wh-what?”

“You and Princey, of course.” Ann smirked softly at the pink cheeks of his best friend. “Never mind, I know the answer right now.”

“Shut up. I know we need to stop.”

“No really,” He smirked, “A lot of people date their manager.” He took a sip at his soda.

“We are not dating…” He mumbled, “I don’t know, we don’t have a name.”

“Mm, I know that feeling.”

Roman felt a pair of lips on his shoulder, “Tomorrow start your first world tour, aren’t you excited?”

“I’m nervous.” He admitted and left a little kiss in the neck of his… of Logan.

“You’ll be great.” He whispered and nip at his ear.

“You’ll be there, of course I’ll be great.”

Logan smiled lovingly, “You’ll shine.”

Apparently, that was the way they I love you to each other.

“Roman will sing a new song tomorrow in live, right?” They were cuddling, watching a movie and with the little kitten in their laps. “Aren’t you nervous?”

“Yeah, but for other reasons.”

“How are you doing, today?!” Roman’s voice echoed through the theatre and the yells of the different fans were his answer. He chuckled adorably, “I couldn’t hear you!!!”

“Ugh! Such a drama queen!” Ann mumbled, in the backstage, watching the star on a TV.

“Hey, your suit looks great on him!” Morgan cheered on him. Ann rolled his eyes, “Of course, I made it!”

After a few hours of different songs and a lot of costumes, Roman took his microphone, “Okay, so today we’re going to try something different this time.” He took a little stool and put his microphone in a tripod.

Morgan was on the stage, with his guitar.

Logan opened his eyes, suddenly startled. “What are they doing?!” He glared at Anx for an answered.

Ann shrugged, “I don’t know! This wasn’t planned?!”

“OH! Roman!”

Suddenly the music took over the stage and silent ruled the stage, “This is going to be a new song. I hope you all enjoy.” He glanced at the backstage quickly.

“I wrote this one for a special person, I hope they enjoy it.” Morgan smiled and started playing his guitar.

Ann felt his heart shattered. He felt as if he missed his chance and suddenly got the urge to leave at that moment.

“I took you at your word, when you said you would steal my heart. Yeah this might sound absurd, but would you be my thief, take all of me, every part?” Morgan sang the first part of the song, smiling softly.

“Love, love, love, is my crime. So, baby come catch me and let's do the time.” It was Roman’s time to sing and a little sigh of love could be heard on the stage.

“I…Is that a song for you?” Logan couldn’t tear off his eyes of the little television in the backstage.

“I think we might be outlaws. I think I might be in love. 'Cause I'm all out of reasons, like seasons, winter, summer, fall They're all washed up.” Their voices sound in a perfect harmony, each one with a different person in their minds. “If you're still way over there, maybe slide on in by my side, 'Cause I'm just an outlaw, wanted if you want me.”

“I love you every day and every night.” Morgan’s voice sang that last part.

Ann… lost his words inside his throats. He could remember every time Morgan would called him all these lovely words.

Was this… was this really a song for him? For a person like him?

He felt the smile in his face and even if he commanded his brain to stop, he just couldn’t.

He was so happy for that.

Morgan shot a quick glance to the person of his heart and smiled, “Lock me up for good, right here in your arms. You vandalize my neighborhood, with your piercing eyes and devilish charm. Love love love is my crime. So baby, come catch me and let's do the time.”

Yes. This was his song. This was for him.

For him.

For ann.

“Baby we're just outlaws, baby I'm so in love. 'Cause I'm all out of reasons, like seasons, winter, summer, fall they're all washed up. If you're still way over there, maybe slide on in by my side, 'cause I'm just an outlaw, wanted if you want me. I'm just an outlaw, wanted if you want me.

I love you every day and every night.”

Ann was holding back tears and chuckling.

“Oh my god! Just go and hug him or something!!” Logan yelled

Morgan stood up from his own stool, making a little bow. “I hope you all like this little song!!”

The crowd cheered.

Ann, slightly out of character, run to him waiting for Morgan in the stairs of the scenario. Once he saw Morgan coming down he jumped to him.

“You idiot!”

They kissed.

They smiled.

“You are my idiot. I love you, you idiot!!”

Morgan hugged him hard, kissing his hair, “I love you too, my outlaw.”

End.

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