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elliotsblunt · 2 years

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✧ summary — the reader is new to all things sexual, so her best friend elliot decides to help her out with that.

✧ pairings — best friend!elliot x fem!reader

✧ warnings — fluffy sex,losing virginity,soft soft soft,Elliot being cute,love this chap

✧ authors note — surprise bitches !!! thot i would upload a lil sum sum for valtenies day!! ily babes MUAH! this chap is so fucking cute, that’s it. that’s the post.

✧ word count — 2.6k

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Standing in your dark purple dress, staring in the mirror at your reflection, you didn’t plan to have black streaks of mascara run down your cheeks. It was weird. As you were getting ready, you had been excited to finally go out with someone that actually wanted to be with you; to put in effort. You even called Kat to help you pick out an outfit, smile on your face as you applied a couple ounces of makeup onto your cheeks.

But then, it hit you.

You weren’t going on a date with Elliot. You were going on a date with Jim Morrison.

And that’s when a sob left your lips. You had fallen to the ground, an indescribable ache in your chest. You wanted him, no one else. Just him. He had been your best friend, and you missed him. You missed how you two would push each other on your skateboards’, make random and quick meals while high, playing truth or dare in the early hours of the morning. You missed it all. Not only had you lost the boy you always had feelings for, but you also lost your person. Someone who always understood you, even without having to portray your inner emotions.

You were frustrated. A guy, a great guy, who actually asked you out on a real date—was waiting for you. But you weren’t ready to be with someone knowing that you were in love with a different person. No one deserves that. Concluding your decision, you sniffled, sending a quick text to Jim that you weren’t going to make it, apologizing for wasting his time. Turning off your phone, not wanting to see his text back, you hugged your knees as you cried into them.

You weren’t used to affection. So when Elliot had given it to you, it felt like it was right. Like there wasn’t any other way to deliver if. Growing up, your mom always focused on hanging with her friends and taking trips, leaving you alone to fend for yourself with on and off babysitters. And your father, he was always working, leaving early in the morning and coming back late at night. Your parents always bickered and fought, so you always shut yourself out in your room, not having the patience or heart to listen.

So yeah, you weren’t quick to fall for someone. Especially after seeing your parents’ marriage fall apart. But Elliot, you had known him for so long, that it felt natural. Like it was meant to be. Written in the stars, they would say. You never knew what that meant until this moment, crying in your dress. You didn’t fucking wear dresses. This wasn’t you.

Furiously wiping at your eyes, you heard a knock at your front door. Of course, the house was empty, making your eyes roll as you had to be the one to answer it. Not bothering to wipe away your ruined makeup, which had all came off after your crying session, your slumped shoulders made their way past your bedroom door before swinging open the one at the front of your house. As soon as your eyes set sight on the person on the other side, your hand fell from the knob, lips slightly parting as your throat soaked up the moisture from within.

As the rain fell onto the pavement below, making small clicking sounds, your eyes rounded as the person cleared their throat. Chest burning, you bit the inside of your cheek,

“I don’t know how to say this,” Elliot began, wet strands sticking to his forehead. He was drenched. Hoodie dripping, skin slick with water, his voice slightly shivering from the cold—or so you thought. You staid silent ad you listened for his words, his brown eyes filled with sincerity, “I don’t—I’m not good at this, Y/N. But for fucks sake, don’t slam the door in my face. Hear me out.”

Blinking, you reluctantly nodded, interested. It was odd, thinking about him and suddenly he appeared. If only he knew you canceled your date because of him.

His features visibly relaxed, eyes lighting up, “Okay, okay. I just—I can’t stop thinking about you. And I’m so fucking scared, because I can’t control how you make me feel. Horrified, actually,” he added, hands shaking as he spoke. You never saw him this nervous before, eyes averting from yours constantly as he rocked back and forth on his heels, “I’m an asshole. I’m stupid, I don’t know how to treat someone I care about. I’m a fuck up, a loser, but god, I’m better when I’m with you. Like, ten times better. You make me less shitty. And…..I need that,” he paused, looking for the words. His eyes rounded as they found yours again, clear and hazy,

“I need you.”

His words hit you hard. You weren’t expecting this, to be frank. You weren’t even sure he was telling the truth, but the look in his eyes; it was clear fear. He had been completely open with you at this moment, putting his heart into your hands—risking his ego for you. That’s what you wanted. But now you were breathless, chest slightly heaving, licking your lips. He gulped, taking a step towards you, “I’m sorry for making you feel like I never cared for you. It had nothing to do with you—only with my fucked up way of handling shit. After my mom left, I always had my guard up. I didn’t know how to react to someone wanting me; not like you. It’s all so new, and I didn’t really realize how much I wanted you until I saw Jim Morrison asking you out. I’m asking you, please, don’t go out with him. But if you do, I won’t hate you. I don’t think I could even if I wanted to.”

Then, he stopped, looking at you for any response. You weren’t sure what to say, so, you didn’t say anything. Instead, you took a step forward, and smashed your lips against his. Your hands flew to his cheeks, holding his face into your hands, as his warm familiar ones instantly kissed back. You hadn’t realized you were crying, until a tear rolled down your cheek, Elliot pulling away momentarily and pressing your foreheads together. His thumb rubbed circles onto your jaw as you sniffled, his other finger wiping away the tear, “Tell me you’re mine, Elliot.”

He nodded without missing a beat, “I’m yours. Always have been.”

And then your lips connected again. This time, it was more gentle, butterflies in your tummy as you lead him into the house. Never breaking away your lips, you two entered your bedroom, tearing each others’ clothes off as your desire for one another heightened every second. As soon as your underwear fell onto the floor, him still wearing his jeans but shirtless, hr gently laid you back onto the bed.

Your eyes bored into his as he sunk to his knees, peppering your thighs with kisses, “Gonna make it up to you, I promise,” he whispered to himself, but you heard it. Your heart bloomed as he didn’t look away from you, spreading apart your legs, and licked a broad stripe up from the bottom of your slit to your pearl. Fingers curling into your navy sheets, you moaned, as he smiled softly, “I’ll do whatever you want me to, baby. I’m yours.”

Without breaking eye contact, he began to suck on your clit, sliding in two fingers as your soaking folds took him in with ease. His fingers slipped into yours, interlocking them, making the atmosphere shift. You never held hands during sex before. Crying out his name, he pumped his long, nimble fingers quicker in and out of your pussy, amplifying your mewls for him. Your eyes squeezed shut as you threw your head back, the heat within your core causing your legs to tremble. It never felt this intense before.

“Shh,” Elliot cooed, mumbling against your core, “Just look at me, baby. Keep those pretty eyes on me while I make you feel good, okay?”

Your eyes peeled back open, his sucking and licking at a tender and affectionate pace, hun telling you sweet nothings as you needed your high. Replacing his fingers with his tongue, sliding the pink muscle in and out of you, his thumb quickly rubbed over your clit. Eyes looking into his, your bottom lip trembled, “I’m close, Ellie. Can I cum?”

He hummed, “Go ahead, pretty girl.”

The chord inside your tummy snapped, gasping his name as you shook on his tongue. He kept his rhythmic place, his dark eyes looking up at you with pure admiration as your face contorted. Slowing his pace as you came down, he pulled his fingers out and sucked on them, before tapping on your lips, “Look how much you came, princess. Taste it,” he offered, and with skeptical eyes, your lips parted as he smirked, “Don’t you taste sweet? My sweet pussy.”

Your eyes were hooded as you swirled your tongue over them, tasting the slightly salty and tangy cum from yourself. He licked his lips before pulling them back out, rising to your face, and capturing your lips into a more sensual kiss. Your legs wrapped around his bare torso as you whispered against his lips, “Wanna do it,” you muttered, running your fingers through his soft, damp hair, “Wanna have you be my first. Please.”

He pulled away, looking down at you with cautious eyes. His tone was quiet, “You sure?”

You nodded, “So fucking sure.”

His eyes flickered, before delving down to kiss you again, hands roaming your body as your own helped him out of his jeans. Boxers following after, your toes curled when he grabbed his length, rubbing it up and down your slit. He pulled away from the kiss, looking at you with soft eyes. A yellow lightening from your lava lamp barely lit up his sharp features, “Don’t let go of my hands, okay? It’s gonna hurt, and you need to tell me if you ever want to stop. Slap my shoulder or tell me with your words.”

“Okay,” you nodded, and with that, his mouth fell to the crook of your neck. He left open mouthed kisses as your hands clutched to his, squeezing tight when the head began to slip in. Jolting, the pain being sent right to your chest, a gasp tore from your lips as he sunk in one inch, “Shit—it hurts so much, Ellie.”

He breathed into your neck, “Well, duh. You’re a virgin, fucking idiot.”

You laughed breathlessly, giggling as he distracted you from the pain. Then with a reassuring keep going, he sunk in another inch, before waiting a few more moments, before bottoming out. He was thick, and it definitely was going to leave you sore, but it was worth it. You had all of him now. He didn’t thrust at all, not until you’re okay, staying inside of your warm walls as he threw his head back to look down at you. Your chest rose as his eyes flickered all over your face, smiling gently.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N. Holy shit.”

You laughed, blushing furiously, “Shut up.”

His smile grew.

“Nope. Never doing that again.”

Rolling your eyes, he pecked your nose, before reconnecting your lips. It was then, that your teeth sunk into his bottom lip out of surprise, when he slowly began to snap his hips back and forth. Your fingers squeezed his as he panted above you, hot breath fanning your lips, knowing he was holding back for you, “You feel so good,” he mumbled against your lips, “Fucking ruined everyone else for me.”

Your walls fluttered around his cock, an ache in your core, knowing you weren’t going to finish. There was much more pain than pleasure, but seeing Elliot blissed out; face slightly twisted as he tried his best to not cum too fast, it made you feel good mentally, “Does it feel good?”

“Not really,” you chuckled, causing him to let out a snort, “You’re really fucking big, so.”

“Don’t stroke my ego, sweetheart.”

Giggling as his lips, he began to roll his hips into you, nearing his end. Your voice came out delicate, “Come on, cum for me. Want you to feel good f’me,” you whispered against his lips, moving down to his neck. You pressed a kiss to the flesh before licking it, “It’s okay. I have you.”

His body trembled as he let out a groan of your name, making sure to look into your eyes as he finished inside of you. He let out a choked sound as the waves of euphoria washed over him, your name leaving his lips in a chant, as his fingers squeezed your own. A light was glinting in his eyes as his eyes drowned into yours, leaning down to kiss you again.

One of his arms hung above his head, the other laying across underneath your where your head rested, your cheek rested on his chest as his heartbeat became prominent in your ear. It sighed you. Beatbeat. Beatbeat. Eyes fluttering shut, your naked legs were wrapped around his beneath the sheets, “There’s something I need to tell you,” he murmered softly, running his fingers up and down the skin of your arm. You hummed as he released a small sigh, the air fanning the top of your head.

He gulped before continuing, “I uh, submitted one of my songs to a record label. They want to sign me.”

Your head popped up, eyes widening as you grinned brightly. Slapping his bare chest, you laughed loudly, “That’s amazing, Elliot. I fucking told you that you were going to be famous one day, mark my words,” you cried out, making him smile shyly as he shook his head, “So that’s it? What’s gonna happen?”

“I need to record a few music videos to prove I’m as creative as I am musically wise,” he tilted his head, raising his brows, “I was wondering if you’d like to help me—or else I’m shit out of luck.”

You nodded, head almost snapping off.

“Hell yeah. Of course. That sounds super cool,” you agreed, pressing a kiss to his lips. He kissed back gently, as you mumbled,

“God, I’m so proud of you.”

Laughing faintly, your lips pulled away once again, but you climbed onto him—holding his face in your hands. Your legs were swung on either side of him, as you rubbed his abdomen up and down with your small hands, “But if you get any groupies, I’ll cut off your ballsack and hang it as my chandelier,” you spoke pointedly, making him throw his head back and squeeze his eyes shut. You pointed a finger at him, “He—Hey! I’m serious.”

His hands squeezed the flesh of your waist, “Hm, I dunno,” he teased, smile lazy, “Don’t you want me to get the full rock star experience?”

You rolled your eyes, but then paused, looking down at him with heart eyes. His eyes thinned as you stared in pure awe at the boy below you, heart beating in your chest.

“I love you.”

He stiffened beneath you, his smile falling off his lips. You were confident though in your words. You knew he loved you too. Especially with the way his eyes perked at the words. He swallowed thickly, blinking quickly, as he struggled to say it back. But then, a small smirk crept onto his lips, referencing to the song he sang to you before.

“—till the end of time.”

You knew that was his way of saying I love you back, and for now, it was good enough.

You will love him ‘till the end of time. And he would do the same.

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lunasblipsandblurbs · 3 years

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The bois with a virgin?

For my darling girls, gays, theys and thots💜💜💜. But not the tots

WARNING 18+

Gender Neutral

Din Djarin

Din find’s out you are a virgin by the time he has you pressed up against his bunk with his straining cock grinding into your covered core. When you whimper out for him to ‘hold on baby’ he instantly pulls back, blood rushing up his face because of the term of endearment you used. When you confess you’ve never been intimate with anyone before he doesn’t see it as a big deal or odd, yeah, it's a big galaxy out there but that's the thing. It’s a big fucking galaxy out there with way to much to do with way to many dangers to find the time to hook up with someone half the time. He’s going to get majorly turned on by the fact you have never taken a cock before and he’s super excited to ruin you for anyone else with his huge cock. He goes slow with you gently prying orgasms from your body before you take him inside you. Stretching you and getting you used to the newish feelings. By the time he has you split open on his cock he’s struggling not to erratically snap his hips into yours because of how tight you are. He works into you slowly and builds you up to a point of frustration where you are begging him to go harder and faster and more Din, MORE. He just chuckles and picks up his pace muttering into your ear, “See, I knew you could take me cyare, greedy little hole won’t let me go.”

Javier Pena

Javi has been pretty, uhm, forward with how much he likes you. He always brings you a coffee in the morning, he punches in for you if you are running late to work, hell he even picked up a flower for you one day because it's “almost as pretty as you honey”. And fuck you are SO into him and you do want him you just...don’t know how to say or act to get from point A to point B. Javi’s going to eventually get you out on a date with him as he has been giving you teasing touches all night. By the time he walks you to your apartment you two are already tangled in each other's embrace. You two stumble into your apartment and when he goes to unbutton your pants you instantly clam up and stop him. You nervously get out that you’ve never actually gotten around to fucking someone yet and you can instantly see the look in his eye as he tries to process what he’s just heard. You instantly feel embarrassed and curl in on yourself reaching for your top when he gently grabs your wrist. “Hey, no, that’s, that’s not what I meant for-fuck I just, I don’t” He flounders as you refuse to make eye contact with him. “If, if you are sure, I would love to be your first honey.” When you hesitantly reach back out to him that’s when he pounces. The passion from before reignites tenfold as he guides you onto your back. He can teach you his favorite position at a different time. Right now is about you. He has you cum on his face first before you feel the blunt tip of his cock nudging at your entrance. He slowly rocks into you and holy fuck you are so so tight and he is so so so big. You two fuck for a few minutes but it becomes too uncomfortable due to the new stretch. Still looking to make you cum a second time is when he pushes you up to sit on his face. Yeah it sucked you couldn’t finish on his cock but cumming on his face still pretty great.

Frankie Morales

Frankie is your guy. He is going to be so understanding and not make you feel weird at all confessing to him that you are a virgin. His goal from the start of the relationship was that you two could always be open and honest with one another. Just because you are a virgin doesn’t change anything in Frankie’s opinion. In Fact he’s one of the only ones to truly get virginity is just a social construct that has literally no real weight. He’s going to have this planned out, casually but still romantic, he is going to have you go on a date and take you home to fuck you for the first time. By the time you guys are back home you two are both giggly from the wine you both drank at dinner. It’s fun, lighthearted, and comfortable with Frankie. He gives you a look that is an obvious ‘is this okay if I go forward’ as he strokes himself at your entrance. As you nod your head in confirmation he presses into you while peppering your neck and chest with comforting kisses. Easing you through the beginning discomfort he slowly rocks into you until you begin to let out desperate moans. He gets you to finish on his cock with his deep, slow, hard thrusts as he pulls out to cum on your lower tummy.

Max Phillips

If you are not already a vampire, you are a virgin in his eyes. Even if you've fucked over 100 people you've never experienced something like him before. And well, that’s true, you haven't experienced anything like him because you haven't actually fucked over 100 people, you've fucked 0 actually. And with Max’s insane confidence by the time he has his hand halfway up your thigh you are basically vibrating with nerves. Max immediately pulls back, putting two and two together. He was a douche frat boy, he knows how virgin’s act most of the time. “Baby, you seem….nervous?” and that’s all he needs to push to get you to spill your guts to him on how you've never actually been with anyone yet while your mind is screaming internally to please please please don’t let Max judge you or think you are boring. Max totally puts on the charm then to ease your nerves. “Baby, baby, ba-by. You gotta relaaax, I don’t mind you’ve never been with anyone yet, just means I don’t get anyones sloppy seconds” He almost looses his chance to fuck you then and there as he lets out rushed “kiddings!” He gets you to relax with him again and builds up your confidence to actually want to move forward and not have him be the one pushing. And ho-boy he loves your enthusiasm. Fucking up into you once you are ready for him as he grunts out nasty dirty talk to you. “Not a pure virgin anymore are you? Yeah, you're just a monsters cock sleeve now aren't you?”

Ezra

When you confide that you are actually a virgin while straddling Ezra on his cot he’s going to instantly pause and try and read what you are really thinking. What you really need from him right now. And what he can read from your micro expressions flashing between your false neutrality is that you need someone to take care of you. And as we all know, Daddy loves to coddle. He’s instantly going to puff up and bring on a warm inviting energy to your confession. Claiming that if you wish to go forward he is more than happy to guide you to shatter the looking glass into bliss. When you give a small nod he wraps his one arm around your back and rolls you so you are beneath him. He nearly groans at the look of surprise on your face from his action. Knowing it’s coming from a place of pure naivety and innocence and fuck if that doesn’t get his cock drooling. He has you cum on his mouth twice getting you nice and ready for him to deflower you. As he rolls his hips into your entrance he needs to dip his face in between your neck and shoulders to really calm himself so he doesn’t spoil the ending for you. By the time you are comfortable and he is calm he has prepared you enough so that he can just drill into your poor hole. He has you squealing as you crash through your fourth orgasm of the night as he finally pulls out and cums thick white ropes over your sex.

Pero Tovar

Of course you are a virgin. In this time in history if you were not a virgin then you better be a widow or you would be considered a harlot. As Pero brings you inside your now shared cottage he becomes stiff and unsure as to how to place himself in the small home. He’s been living here before you two were wed to prepare it as much as possible before you were to move in on the wedding night. It’s a small cozy place as he shuffles about. When he finally has the courage to turn to you it's his surprise to be yanked town by his tunic to have your mouths crashing together. Luckily he can take a hint and proceeds to pick you up from under your thighs and trek towards a full plush bed in the corner. He drops you roughly at the end of the bed as he rips his tunic off his body and begins untying at your laces. By the time you are both nude you are panting beneath him gently caressing at his rapidly stiffening cock. Pero looks down at your mischievous expression as smirks devilishly at you as he presses in between your open legs. “You are a curious, needy little thing aren't you, spouse?” he grunts out as he eases his cock into you. He’s so big he has you squirming underneath him and he has to put his big hands on your hips to keep you in place so he doesn't end up cumming early. When his fat cock is finally stuffed fully inside you he accidently snaps his hips too roughly causing you to cry out in discomfort and pleasure. You beg him for more as he grips your neck and starts a harsh and fast pace. Skin slapping together as your jaw hangs open in permanent bliss as continues to fuck you through your third orgasm.

#din djarin x reader #the mandolorian x reader #francisco morales x reader #frankie morales x reader #ezra prospect x reader #ezra (prospect) x reader #max phillips x reader #pero tovar x reader #tw mature #javier pena x reader

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i-am-bitterly-jittery · 3 years

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My Best Friend’s Brother (Virgil/Remus/Janus/Patton fic part 2/2)

Part 1

Word count: 2193

Rating: teen

Pairings: Virgil/Remus/Janus/Patton (intrumoxeit?), logince

Warnings: minor swearing, suggestive language (mostly from Remus), minor contortion

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“WAKE UP, THOT!” Roman startles awake as his door hits the wall with a loud bang. Remus stands in the doorway grinning at him.

“Remus, what the fuck?” Roman groans. He wants to pull the covers over his head and just ignore his brother, but if he does that, he won’t have the slight advantage of being able to see whatever Remus is about to do. So he settles for just glaring.

“We’re going out to breakfast with all of our boyfriends!” Remus declares. “You’re going to be nice to my boyfriends, and I won’t make unsolicited comments about your boyfriend’s ass, dick, or mouth!”

“I hate you,” Roman groans.

“Love you too, Roro!” Remus clutches a hand over his heart before turning to leave. “Get dressed or I’ll drag you there in your pjs!” He calls behind him.

Roman throws his pillow through the open door, but Remus is already gone. Instead of chasing his brother down, Roman gets dressed because Remus will drag him out in his pajamas otherwise.

There’s two texts on his phone when he pulls it off the charger.

From Crofters Slut @ 6:15am: Virgil Knight is a student in our year. He won that art competition last year that Remus was in. I’m surprised you don’t know who he is.

Even with the hint, Roman has no idea who Virgil is. He vaguely remembers the art competition, but mostly, he remembers being salty that his piece hadn’t even qualified for it, and then being salty again when Remus didn’t win. There is absolutely nothing in his memory about who won, what they looked like, or what piece they’d entered.

The second text is:

From Padre Puffball @ 7:54am: Hi Roman! I hope you slept well. I was hoping that you’d be willing to get breakfast today? You, me, Logan, Remus, Janus, and Virgil? Please? I know you don’t like Janus and Virgil, and you’re not happy that I’m dating your brother, but I really like them, and I think you would too if you’d just give them a chance (maybe not as much as I like them, but enough to be friends?) I’ll text the others too, but I do hope you come! Love Patton 💖🐶

And honestly, even if Remus wasn’t going to forcefully drag him to this breakfast, there’s no way Roman could ever say ‘no’ to Patton. So when Remus comes back, Roman is fully dressed, and in the process of applying his eyeliner.

“C’mon, princess, let’s go!” Remus insists, but he does resist the urge to pull on Roman’s arm and ruin his makeup and possibly cause Roman to stab the pencil into his eye.

“I have to finish this first! Logan’s going to be there and a prince has got to slay!” Roman replies.

Remus rolls his eyes. “You just got back from spending two months sharing a room with him! He’s definitely seen you without makeup before.”

“Noooo, I woke up earlier than him specifically so he’d never see me without my makeup!”

“Roro, you are the most pathetic thot I’ve ever met. And I’m including myself. How early did you have to wake up to be up before him?”

“...four-thirty am,” Roman admits slowly, refusing to meet his brother’s eyes in the mirror.

“Excuse me while I go barf!” Remus giggles. “You woke up, at ass o’clock in the morning, so that Nerdy Wolverine wouldn’t see you without your makeup?”

“Yeah, well I’ll bet you showered daily while I was gone!” Roman shoots back. “In fact, you’re smelling pretty fresh over there. Did you perhaps shower already this morning?”

“I’ll admit to nothing!” Remus screeches. “Hurry up, we have to pick up Jan.”

“I have to be in a car with that freak!?”

“If you ever call any of my boyfriends ‘freaks’ again, I’ll rip off your nipples and shove them so far up your nose they’ll lodge inside your brain!” Remus yells, angrier than Roman’s ever seen him. “Assuming you even have a brain.”

“Why you-!”

They pull up to Janus’ house forty-five minutes late.

“I don’t know why I trusted you to pick me up on time,” Janus comments as he slides into the backseat. “You’re always so punctual.”

“Hi JJ!” Remus greets chipperly, completely ignoring Janus’ annoyance. “I told Roman to sit in the back but he refused.”

“I was here first!” Roman insists stubbornly.

“He also called you freak,” Remus tattles.

“I didn’t mean-!” Roman turns to Janus quickly while he tries to explain himself, but Janus just smirks.

“Well I suppose being able to do this makes me a little bit of a freak.”

Remus doesn’t even have to look to know that Jan dislocated his shoulder and twisted his arm around his head unnaturally, Roman scream tells him everything he needs to know. Remus has to pull off to the side of the road because he’s laughing so hard.

It takes them almost fifteen minutes to get to the cafe, which is longer than it should take to get there from Janus’ house, but Remus had needed time to calm down from his laughing fit. Roman hadn’t spoken the entire drive over, and Jan was looking pretty satisfied with himself.

So, coming into the cafe over an hour late, it’s not that hard to find his boyfriends and the Dork (hehe, whale penis). They’re in one of the semi-circle booths with Patton sitting between Virgil and Logan. It looks like Virgil and Logan are in the middle of a conversation, which is good, until, ya know, Roman has to go and ruin it.

“EMO NIGHTMARE!?” Roman screeches at the top of his lungs. It causes the whole cafe to come to a screeching halt as everyone stops to stare at them. Virgil stiffens, shoulders coming up to his ears and he quickly throws his hood over his head. Logan sends Roman an unimpressed look.

“Wonderful. Excellent. Thank you, Roman,” Janus mutters, already making his way over to the others.

“Indoor voices, Roro.” Remus nudges his brother as he passes.

“You’re dating Emo Nightmare!?” Roman hisses, quietly enough that Remus is the only one who can hear him. “Actually, back up. You know Emo Nightmare? Emo Nightmare has friends?”

“His name is Virgil, Roman,” Remus says, not bothering to dignify Roman’s questions with an answer. “And you promised to be nice.”

“I was startled,” Roman answers petulantly.

Remus doesn’t dignify that with an answer either, instead he ignores Roman and goes to join his boyfriends at the table. Janus has already reached the table, and has his arm wrapped protectively around Virgil’s shoulders. Remus slides into the booth next to Janus, leaving the space next to Logan open for Roman.

“You’re late,” Logan informs them once Roman’s taken his seat.

“Only by like an hour,” Remus replies cheerfully, grabbing a menu and perusing the breakfast options.

“We already ordered,” Patton informs him gently. “You’re getting the breakfast sausage platter, Janus is getting a veggie omelet, and Roman’s getting pancakes with a side of eggs.”

“The sausages look like dicks!” Remus said, quietly enough that only the table next to them send him weird glances.

Virgil snorts from under his hood, so Remus counts it as a win.

“Charming,” Logan says, years of being friends with Roman have rendered Remus’s antics to little more than background noise.

“So, Nerdy Wolverine, why Roman?” Remus asks, after all, that’s what this breakfast is for, right? Grilling Logan on why he has such bad taste in men? “He’s sooooooo… ugly.”

“WE HAVE THE SAME FACE!”

“BUT I WEAR IT SO MUCH BETTER THAN YOU!”

“Stop yelling!” Virgil hisses, finally leaving the safety of his hood. “We’re in public!”

“Besides,” Patton chimes in. “That’s mean! You’re both very handsome!”

“At least I don’t have a fuzzy caterpillar on my face,” Roman mutters petulantly, but any further argument is thankfully cut off by the waiter bringing out their food.

“Thank you!” Patton calls as the waiter leaves

“Well,” Logan sighs. “After that little display I have no idea why I like Roman.”

“What!? No! Logan!” Roman whines. Logan just rolls his eyes and kisses Roman on the cheek, effectively placating him.

“I am more surprised by you, Patton,” Logan continues, raising an eyebrow at his friend. “When we left, you were still afraid to be within thirty yards of Janus. I’m surprised you got over your fear so completely in such a short amount of time.”

“Logan!” Patton yelps, hiding his blush in Virgil’s shoulders. It doesn’t work out too well since Virgil’s shoulders are shaking from laughter.

“Patton, I’m so insulted that you’d be afraid of me,” Janus drawls. “I was trying so hard to seem nice and approachable.”

“I’m so sorry Janus!” Patton apologizes from his place hiding in Virgil’s shoulder.

“Don't apologize, Pat,” Virgil assures him, patting the side of his head awkwardly. “He wants people to be afraid of him. He was so happy when he realized he got a scar from flgmmn!”

Janus clamps a gloved-hand over Virgil’s mouth quickly, pulling his head against his chest to stop his struggling.

“Nothing!” Janus hisses quickly. “Absolutely nothing. Nothing to see here!”

Virgil bats his hands at Janus’ head, but the angle makes it hard to land any solid hit.

Remus laughs, and Patton just grabs one of Virgil’s hands and kisses it apologetically, neither of them try to help him.

“Janus won’t let Virgil tell anyone how he got his scar,” Remus explains between giggles.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Janus says dismissively as Virgil goes limp. “Are you trying to bite my hand?”

“Kinky!”

The rest of breakfast continues… somewhat normally, of course Janus has Virgil pinned the entire time, and as a result, neither of them end up finishing their food. Roman’s determination to pout lasts all of twenty minutes, but then Janus started quoting Shakespeare and well… maybe Janus isn’t so bad after all.

“Romeo and Juliet isn't a love story,” Janus argues, he’s still covering Virgil’s mouth even though it’s been half an hour, and Virgil has long since stopped struggling. “It’s about two stupid kids that make dumb decisions and get the people around them killed.”

“You take that back!” Roman gasps, clutching his chest as though he’s been stabbed. “Romeo and Juliet is a story about star-crossed lovers and overcoming life’s obstacles!”

“What obstacles did they overcome Roman? They both died in the end.”

“Sorry to interrupt, kiddos,” Patton butts in before their argument can get any more heated. “But Jan, do you think you can let Virgil go now? He hasn’t eaten yet.”

Janus glances down at Virgil consideringly and the emo just gives him his most innocent expression. “Fine.”

Janus releases Virgil but continues to watch him suspiciously. In turn, Virgil just starts shoveling omelet into his mouth. After a moment, Janus seems satisfied and returns to his argument.

“And their own deaths could have been avoided if Romeo had just-”

“JANUS FELL OFF HIS BIKE!” Virgil blurts out suddenly.

“TRAITOR!”

This starts a scuffle between the two that has Remus cackling like a madman.

They get kicked out of the restaurant.

Well… Janus, Virgil, and Remus get kicked out of the restaurant, Patton, Roman, and Logan get told that they can stay if they don’t cause anymore scenes.

In the end they only stay long enough for Roman to pay for everyone’s food (because he’s a gentleman… and because he’s rich, but mostly because he’s a gentleman), and Patton to get the rest of Virgil and Janus’ omelets in a to-go box.

Remus and Janus are clearly having some sort of argument when Roman and the others make it outside, but the only part Roman manages to catch is Remus saying “calm down Peewee Herman!”

“Patton is officially my favorite boyfriend,” Janus pouts, maneuvering himself so that Patton is in between him and their other two boyfriends. Patton doesn't seem to mind, planting a kiss on Janus cheek that majorly undermines his edgy facade. “You two are dead to me.”

“Only on the inside,” Virgil responds sagely.

“You love us Janny!” Remus crows, outmaneuvering Janus’ human wall by pulling both Patton and Janus into a bone-crushing hug.

A funny feeling develops in Roman’s stomach as he watches the four of them interact. They all clearly like each other, and Patton seems so genuinely happy trapped between Remus and Janus. Maybe Roman overreacted last night.

“Well?” Logan asks quietly, slipping his hand easily into Roman’s.

“I was wrong,” Roman answers, finally dragging his gaze away from his brother, his best friend, and their boyfriends to look Logan in the eye. Logan is giving him that soft smile that makes Roman’s heart thud. “They’re cute together.”

“Patton seems happy,” Logan agrees. “Though I do believe that, objectively, we’re the cuter couple.”

“Yeah,” Roman agrees as Janus lets out an indignant squawk.

Turning around, Roman finds the Virgil had obviously tried to join the group hug and ended up toppling them over, leaving Janus on the ground with Virgil sprawled over his back, Remus and Patton lying in a heap next to them, all of them laughing.

“Objectively.”

~~~END~~~

Whoo! Finally finished the second part, I’ll probs post this on AO3 tomorrow

There will be more in this universe (currently working on a Virgil!centric one that deals a little bit more with them getting together

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whatissleepeven · 4 years

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Good day, Sleep! I sincerely hope you're alright. Might I trouble you for some hcs for the Obey Me! Brothers with an MC wandering the HoL late at night because they can't sleep? Take care and enjoy your day! 💫

Good day anon!! I’m going to have to cut this shorter than I would’ve liked, but I really wanted to get this out there! (I hope you take care as well, and thank you for your kind words!)

Edit: I lied, I think this is longer than the last ask, forgive me -

Demon Brothers’ Reactions to an MC Wandering the HoL Late at Night

Lucifer

He heard your footsteps before actually seeing you.

He was working late into the night again when your feet padded by his door, sounding listless. He checked the time: 1:07am.

What were you doing up at this hour?

You were about to turn the corner when his door opened, his head poking out.

His eyes zeroed in on you. “What are you doing?”

You look to the side, shifting on your feet. Ultimately, you shrug. “Just walking, I guess.”

“Just walking.” He repeated blandly, and had to mentally count to ten so he didn’t explode. “You’re walking instead of sleeping? Tomorrow...well, later today I suppose, we have RAD to attend to. You should be in your room.”

Uneasiness flickered across your face despite you doing your best to hide it, and he noticed it. “Maybe I just want to clear my head for a bit? The halls are nice and quiet at night. It’s...calming.”

...Oh. So that’s what was going on.

Lucifer stepped out of his room, closing the door behind him and walking to catch up with you. “Then I suppose you won’t mind if I join you on this little excursion of yours.”

You looked like you were going to protest, but in the end you sighed. “Alright, let’s go.”

It was quiet as you two walked. Lucifer didn’t say a word, which surprised you; you thought he was going to scold you for wandering the halls so late.

“Oh, I will; however, that won’t exactly help you in this instance, now will it?”

- Wait, you said that out loud? ...Well then.

You grimaced. “Some things...are better left unsaid. “Let sleeping dogs lie” and all that.”

He wanted to press for more information, but the bags under your (interestingly enough) alert eyes stayed his hand.

He nodded. “I understand.”

Your late-night/early morning walk with him made you feel more at ease. For the first time that night, you felt tired enough to fall asleep.

You two pause outside your door. You had subconsciously found your way back here, as if you knew that this walk would tire you out. “Hey, Lucifer?”

“Hm?” He hummed, turning to you.

“...Thanks. For this, I mean.”

His eyes widened a fraction before a smirk spread across his lips. “Of course. If you have trouble falling asleep in the future, then feel free to knock on my door. I will always answer.”

It was a promise. You nodded, waving him off before flopping onto your bed.

You take him up on his offer every once in a while, especially when it seems like he’s overworking himself. (...Which is all the time.)

Mammon

You wandered the halls because you had a nightmare.

You woke up with adrenaline coursing through your veins, heart racing and breaths coming out in short gasps. A cry for help died on your lips as you became more aware of your surroundings, and you blinked to get the tears out of your eyes. You wished you could say that you didn’t remember it, but you did.

Lucifer. Levi. Satan. Asmo. Beel. Belphie. Solomon. Simeon. Luke. Barbatos. Diavolo.

One by one, they all left you.

You couldn’t even reach your family in the Human Realm; they had left you too, long before the others did.

Mammon was the last to go, grinning as he told you that he played you like a fiddle. “Ya should know better than to trust a demon, y’know. Humans are so stupid! I already took all of your money; have fun livin’ now...if ya can.”

You...had no one.

You pressed the heel of your palm into your eye, letting out a shaky chuckle. You knew what it meant; monophobia. It was the same dream you’ve been having for the past month, and to be honest...you were starting to believe it. It wasn’t like you could confide in anybody, either; you lived in a house full of demons, after all.

I’m just an ordinary human with life experiences unique to me that make up my person. I’m...I’m alone.

Is that why I was hell-bent on befriending people down here? You asked yourself, but asking yourself made you feel worse and hyper-aware of your big, dark room.

It’s empty in here.

You felt like you were suffocating, so once you wrapped a blanket around yourself (because it felt like a hug, like someone cared enough to wrap their arms around you, but it was only a blanket and you had no one) you left your room.

You didn’t know where you were going; all you knew was that you had to go. You started out at a slow walk, speeding up into a fast pace, then a run, and then you were sprinting -

“OW!!”

You accidentally hit someone in your panic, the other almost falling over.

You took a step forward, berating yourself for not watching your surroundings better. “I’m sor- ”

You stopped once you saw who it was. Mammon dusted himself off, grumbling about “running into trouble no matter what he did” when he noticed you.

“What the hell are ya doin’ out here, so late at night? Don’t humans need their sleep or somethin’?” He looked you over, fussing about how “his human was a magnet for danger” and that he couldn’t even keep his eyes off for a second lest you walk into a life-threatening situation.

He patted your shoulders. “Not a hair out of place. If you’re goin’ somewhere, why didn’t ya tell me? I’m your first man, after all; I gotta protect ya!”

You blinked. Then, without warning, something wet trailed down your cheeks as you stared at him in silence.

Needless to say, Mammon freaked out. “Wh-What?! Hey, y-you don’t gotta cry over that! I’m fine! You didn’t even hit me that hard, see? N-Now stop cryin’, damnit!”

You let out a watery laugh. “It’s not that...you know what? Nevermind.”

Mammon trailed after you as you walked down the hallway. “Oi, don’t leave me hangin’! Why did ya start bawlin’? HEY!!”

You didn’t have to worry about a thing. Even if your family left you...

Even if the whole world turned against you...

Deep in your heart, you knew that Mammon would never betray you.

Leviathan

“Dun, dun, dundun dun, dun, dundun dun, dun, dundun- NUNUNUUU!!”

You whisper-sang the Mission: Impossible theme song as you crept down the halls, peeking the corners as if you were going to be shot at without warning.

You narrowed your eyes at a particular entryway, a grin spreading across your lips.

“Target acquired.”

You stepped into the kitchen, slowly opening the fridge and wincing whenever it made a sound. Beel knew the noises the fridge made by heart, so he would no doubt run in if he heard that something was amiss.

You pulled out a slice of angel cake Luke had gifted to you earlier, your stomach rumbling in anticipation. You had waited oh so long for this moment, and now nothing was going to stop you from -

“...Uh.”

Levi stood in the doorway, headphones slipping off his ears as he pushed them down. He looked like he’d seen a ghost, and you looked like you’d seen a ghost, and oh diavolo this was awkward.

He gasped, pointing at you. “You!!”

You gasped, pointing at him. “You!!”

(You know the spider-man meme? Yeah that’s the one)

Levi’s next gasp was dramatic. It seemed that he saw your angel cake, his finger shifting to point at that instead. “STOP!! You have violated the law! You must pay the court a fine, or you shall pay the price!”

Your eyes narrowed. “Hoh?” You picked up your fork, holding it out in front of you like a sword. “I wonder if you’re all bark and no bite.”

Levi reached into a nearby drawer, taking out a fork of his own and pointing the prongs at you. His eyes flashed; a challenge.

“Maybe you should ask yourself that, outlaw!”

You both carefully hit each other’s utensils, mimicking light saber sounds with the occasional snicker.

After a couple of minutes, Levi leapt back. You gasped; was he readying his special attack?!

He held his head up high, his fork- no, his sword - raised above his head.

“ALL WOMEN ARE QUEENS!!”

You scowled, your own fork sword raised to copy his.

“IF SHE BREATHES...SHE’S A THOT!!!”

You both screamed as you clashed, crashing into each other as your forks went flying. You were both laughing on the floor, imitating death cries.

You loved messing around with Levi.

“...So, why are you eating that now?” He asked, shifting to face you.

You grinned. “I was hungry.”

He laughed. “You’re a weird normie, you know that?”

“What is the meaning of this?”

Lucifer’s voice grew louder as his footsteps approached the kitchen, sounding irritated. It looks like you were too loud while battling...whoops.

You and Levi looked at each other, then at the forks, then back at each other, then at the cake, then at each other once more.

“RUN!!” He screamed, snatching his fork. You grabbed your plate and your fork before taking off after him, Lucifer’s yells fading as you escaped into the safety of Levi’s room.

You two ended up sharing the angel cake. It was delicious.

(You got yelled at by Lucifer the next day, but hey; that’s tomorrow’s self’s problems. Now, it was time to eat cake.)

Satan

He caught you just as he exited the library, a book tucked away underneath his arm.

“Ah- ” He said, letting out a soft whoosh of air as you bumped into each other.

Instead of greeting him or apologizing, you clutched his shirt. “Satan. Just the demon I wanted to see.”

He raised a brow. “...What are you doing up so late at night?”

You shook your head. “Not today, Satan! Can we go back to your room?”

He frowned. You looked frantic, to say the least, and if he could help, then... “Follow me.”

Once there, you took a seat on the floor. Satan placed his book (No Longer Human) on the shortest stack of books he could find, sitting on his bed.

He patted the spot next to him. “You can sit up here, you know.”

You quickly took him up on his offer, sitting cross-legged as you turned to face him. Your face was so comically serious that he would be laughing if he wasn’t so worried.

“What’s wrong?”

You didn’t say anything for a few seconds. Satan’s concern only grew once you started shaking, wondering which of his brothers he had to “have a chat with”.

“Did you know...that whales don’t live long enough to die of old age because they just don’t have the energy to make it back up to the surface anymore?”

Satan’s face went carefully blank. “...Could you repeat that?”

“They all drown!” You wail. “They suffocate in the ocean, which is their home! And that’s if fishermen don’t kill them or other animals do!”

Why did he ever think that it was anything serious when it came to you

He sighed. It was late, he was tired, you were tired, but...

He smiled. You got hung up on the strangest of facts, didn’t you? It was endearing.

“I see.” He said, holding out his arms. “All I can offer is some comfort, small as that may be.”

You launched yourself at him, and he fell back on the bed with a small oomph as you rapidly talked about how whales deserved better from this cruel, cruel world of ours.

He patted your shoulder. It seemed like he wasn’t getting any sleep soon, but...

As long as it was with you, this wasn’t so bad.

Asmodeus

Needless to say, he scolded you.

...Unless you were up because you had a sleepover with him. Then, you were fine.

But that didn’t apply to this instance.

“What in the world are you doing out here?!” He asked, grabbing your arm and practically dragging you to his room. “You do realize that you need your beauty sleep, right? Come; I’ll make sure you get the best sleep you’ve ever had!”

You were a little scared, but that was only because he had appeared out of nowhere. You matched his pace with a raised brow, trying to calm your racing heart. “Asmo, why did you jump out at me? I could’ve had a heart attack!”

He laughed. “The only heart attack I want you to suffer from is if it’s due to my stunning beauty.”

You smiled as the two of you entered his room. “So, what’s on the menu for tonight?”

He sat you down on one of his chairs, pulling out multiple bottles of...who-knows-what. The long brand names coupled with the loopy writing was enough to give you a stroke.

He stood behind you, a brush in one hand and a comb in the other. There was an excited grin on his face, which you could see from the HUGE impressively-sized mirror in front of you.

“Why, self care, of course!”

An hour or two later, and you both were relaxing on his bed with a content sigh. Asmo was a professional at self care, and you swear that you haven’t felt this good in...well, it’s been a while.

He shifted to face you. “Enjoying yourself?”

You nodded. “Of course, Asmo. You have the heavenly skills of a god.”

You both laughed at the irony of that statement, nestling underneath the covers.

Asmo threw his arm over you. “Well, as heavenly as my hands may be...it’s time to sleep. Beauty waits for no one, after all.”

You hummed in agreement, slipping your eyes closed. You could feel yourself drifting off...

“Thanks for this.”

Your breathing evened out, signalling that you were asleep. Asmo smiled, placing a small kiss on your forehead.

“Anytime. Come to me when you feel restless again, okay?”

Beelzebub

Beel was the one to have a nightmare.

He didn’t remember what it was, but when he came to his hand was outstretched towards the ceiling, tears dotting his pillowcase. He rolled out of bed, quietly padding out of the room so that he didn’t accidentally wake his twin up.

He rubbed his eyes. Even though he didn’t remember it, he could guess what it was about.

I’ve been having nightmares more often lately...

He saw the light of the fireplace as he passed by the entrance to the living room, and he wondered who else was up. Was it Lucifer? Levi?

Once he gaze fell on you fiddling with your D.D.D. on the couch, he stepped in.

“Aren’t you tired?”

His voice startled you, almost making you drop your device.

“Oh, Beel! What are you doing up?”

He shook his head, loosely grasping his left wrist as he frowned. “I just woke up and saw that the light was on,” He said as he sat down. “I was curious.”

You shifted to let him sit next to you, throwing a smile his way. “Funny coincidence, huh? I couldn’t fall back asleep either.”

A small smile formed at your words. “At least it’s the weekend.”

You stretched. “I know! Lucifer can’t yell at us for this!”

Beel looked off to the side in thought, giving a decisive nod. “He would still find something that we messed up on to yell about, though.”

Your snort of laughter made him feel lighter, erasing any traces of the mind-numbing fear and grief sadness his nightmare left behind.

You tapped his arm. “Something up?”

He shook his head, a smile blooming on his face as he looked at you. “...No, not anymore. Do you want to go grab something to eat with me?”

You leapt to your feet with a grin. “Beel, when will I ever say no to that?”

And so, you two raided the fridge of its contents and snacked on whatever you could find. You talked about anything and everything that came to mind, throwing out the garbage before huddling against each other in front of the dying embers.

You wrapped a blanket around you both, a yawn escaping you. “Thanks for being my hangout buddy, Beel.”

He beamed, its radiance slightly dulled by his tiredness. “We’re family. It’s the least I could do.”

You fell asleep against each other, and the other brothers couldn’t help but take pictures of the heartwarming scene once they found you two.

For the first time in weeks, Beel slept peacefully.

Belphegor

Belphie was en route to the planetarium when he ran into you.

“Going somewhere?” He asked with amusement in his voice, watching you compose yourself.

You jabbed a finger at him. “I am, actually. I was going...uh...”

He raised an eyebrow as you flailed to find an answer despite having recollected yourself moments prior, dragging it out before he decided to throw you a mercy line. “I’m going to the planetarium, if you want to come.”

You nodded, relief flashing across your features. “Thanks, Belphie.”

You two made a pile of blankets on the floor, pointing out constellations and making up stories for them. ...Well, you were, at least; Belphie was content to let you ramble, quietly chuckling at your elaborate depictions of each celestial body you pointed out.

“What are you doing up, anyways?” He asked, interrupting your recent tale.

You huffed. “Way to kill the vibe, Edgelord.”

He raised a brow. “...And the vibe happened to be you describing how Orion brutally skewed the Ursa Minor for his lover?”

You nodded sagely. “It’s a tale of love and betrayal, of sacrifice and ambition.”

He snorted. “Are you going to answer the question?”

You rolled over to face him. “I just...couldn’t sleep, I guess.”

“You can’t sleep?” He repeated, looking over at you in surprise. He shook off his initial reaction with a small, exasperated smile. “It looks like you came to the right demon, then.”

You flopped back dramatically onto the piles. “Please impart your wisdom on me, O wise one.”

Instead of scoffing at you, like he usually did, he placed a hand onto your head. “You won’t have to worry about any nightmares tonight.”

- And then you were out.

He sighed. “Just what am I going to do with you...?”

He now makes sure to check up on you from time-to-time, pulling you in for a dreamless sleep whenever he sees your fatigue. Despite himself napping the most in either the attic or the room he shared with Beel, he would lead you to the planetarium to sleep.

It was a sacred place for him, and who better to share it with than with you?

#obey me headcanons #obey me shall we date #obey me #swd om #om swd #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beel #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor #shall we date obey me #long post

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taziidcvil · 3 years

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Guard Dogs? If you are able to (I know you’ve said you have kinda fallen out of interest with RWBY). Otherwise, the gays from Sk8? Renga I think it’s called. I don’t go there but they look cute!

Send me a ship~

I'll be a thot and do both<3 thank you ;u;

Under a readmore because answering two will get hella long

GUARD DOGS

who hogs the duvet

Marrow cannot stay still and tangles in the blankets. Wakes up as a comfortable warm burrito while Jaune freezes

who texts/rings to check how their day is going

Both are good at checking in but Marrow’s a little excessive

who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts

Growing up in such a large family Jaune is more used to having to get creative and overly thoughtful. There’s only so many socks someone can receive on one birthday

who gets up first in the morning

Jaune’s been around loud early risers all his life. He doesn’t know what a sleep in feels like.

who suggests new things in bed

Marrow is bolder about bringing it up

who cries at movies

Both of them

who gives unprompted massages

Jaune loves how fast Marrow melts with a good back and shoulder rub

who fusses over the other when they’re sick

Jaune is more practical and experienced in taking care of people when they’re sick, and his semblance can lend a massive hand. But Marrow’s more over the top and terrible at it, but he tries his best!

who gets jealous easiest

Marrow. Half the time Jaune doesn’t even realise when someone’s flirting with Marrow.

who has the most embarrassing taste in music

Both of them have a questionably poppy taste in music, but only one of them gets embarrassed over it. And it’s Jaune.

who collects something unusual

After spending so much time travelling, Jaune knows to pack light and doesn’t really collect anything unnecessary. Marrow likes bobbleheads and cool rocks he finds on missions.

who takes the longest to get ready

Jaune’s outfit takes longer to put on. And don’t even get him started on the hair.

who is the most tidy and organised

Marrow. Between Nora and his sisters, Jaune has given up on keeping a system to anything.

who gets most excited about the holidays

They’re both absolute dorks about it

who is the big spoon/little spoon

Marrow likes to be held

who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports

Marrow by a long shot. Jaune just likes to make sure Marrow’s having fun. Marrow, on the other hand, is a shittalker.

who starts the most arguments

Jaune can get frustrated over the smallest things

who suggests that they buy a pet

It’s a group effort. Marrow gets sad about strays and Jaune offers.

what couple traditions they have

One cannot have a cup of coffee without making one for the other too. Their days always start with turning off the coffee pot.

what tv shows they watch together

They both like contest romance shows, like the bachelor. Neither of them can ever agree who will win. Spoilers; they’re both wrong.

what other couple they hang out with

Nora usually drags them both into double dates with Ren, but she spends most of the dates grilling the two while Ren gets some much needed rest.

how they spend time together as a couple

They’re both very touch affectionate and can and will spend many hours napping together on the couch. Marrow also likes to sit and watch Jaune cook, and volunteers as the taste tester even when Jaune doesn’t ask.

who made the first move

Marrow made many moves before Jaune ever managed to take a hint

who brings flowers home

Marrow. Growing up in the colder areas of Atlas, he’s not used to fresh flowers. He gets very excited when he finds more interesting ones, and Jaune prunes them and sets them in a vase for him.

who is the best cook

Jaune. Marrow’s better at eating it.

First, thank you for sending anything for sk8 ;u;

Second, thank GOD you explained past ‘the gays’ because that’s,,,, that’s just the entire cast XD

RENGA

who hogs the duvet

Reki gets colder easier. Langa doesn’t mind.

who texts/rings to check how their day is going

Langa usually sends Reki pictures of things he finds interesting or his random thoughts. Reki finds it endearing.

who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts

Reki by a long shot. Langa forgets birthdays and anniversaries pretty easily.

who gets up first in the morning

Morning? These boys keep staying up until the early hours of the morning skateboarding, you’re lucky to see them before noon without an alarm to do the job for them.

who suggests new things in bed

Langa discovers new things and asks Reki without the slightest hint of warning.

who cries at movies

Reki. Langa is usually lost and has no idea what’s going on.

who gives unprompted massages

Reki is very considerate with these things. Langa’s learning to be too.

who fusses over the other when they’re sick

Reki’s used to taking care of his little sisters. Langa doesn’t really know what to do and just kind of mopes around until he gets better.

who gets jealous easiest

Reki’s started off incredibly bad about it, but he’s steadily getting better. Langa doesn’t have a jealous bone in his body.

who has the most embarrassing taste in music

Langa has no concept of shame. Reki, on the other hand, is incredibly self-conscious over it

who collects something unusual

Langa collects broken pieces of skateboards and Reki constructs them into weird amalgamations of skate art. Langa thinks it’s amazing.

who takes the longest to get ready

Langa rolls out of bed and claims he’s ready. Reki has to push him and remind him to at least brush his teeth.

who is the most tidy and organised

Mama Langa taught her son that much at least!

who gets most excited about the holidays

Reki gets pumped over holidays. Langa gets excited because Reki’s excited.

who is the big spoon/little spoon

They’re both disasters of tangled limbs and laying over the top of each other, but Langa holds onto Reki more. And Reki loves to be the little spoon.

who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports

Reki used to get ugly competitive where as Langa enjoyed the competitiveness in a friendly way. Reki’s gotten much better since, and both can balance competitiveness and fun.

who starts the most arguments

Langa doesn’t know how to argue. He just looks sad until Reki gives in.

who suggests that they buy a pet

Langa wants anything and everything as a pet. Reki has to remind him not anything and everything should be a pet.

what couple traditions they have

what their little handshake greet doesn’t count? Because that is ABSOLUTELY their tradition.

what tv shows they watch together

Both enjoy extreme sports shows, especially skating. Reki also enjoys DIY and pawn shop shows.

what other couple they hang out with

Much to Reki’s annoyance, Adam has a nasty habit of dropping in with Tadashi in tow. They are their constant uninvited guests.

how they spend time together as a couple

s-skating. lots and lots of skating.

who made the first move

It sort of happened naturally. Just a closeness between them that evolved overtime before Reki realised they kind of sort of were dating all along.

who brings flowers home

Neither of them are really interested in flowers. And yet somehow Langa always ends up with bouquets from Adam and doesn’t know what to do with them. Reki usually palms them off to his mother.

who is the best cook

Reki has cooked for his sisters many times before and had to help his mother in the kitchen. Langa has never used an oven in his life.

#renga #guard dogs #sk8 the infinity #rwby #;u; thank you friend!!

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“Keep it cute, Min. I’m not fucking you in the dorm shower”

Yoongi x Reader (or oc) Genre: smut; fluff Word count: 5.5K

a/n: So this is a fic about Yoongi’s s/o saying she won’t fuck him in the dorm shower, and then proceeds to fuck him in the dorm shower. If you read my fic, “Yes, your socks are cute, but I’m trying to get your pants off, Kid” I mention the reader and Yoongi banging one out in the shower while Guk is in the bathroom. I never ever planned on actually writing that particular scene, but then I got this request and the thot in me jumped the fuck out. So here it is, folks. Enjoy. And as always, thanks for reading :))

STUBBORNLY keeping your eyes shut, refusing to believe it was already morning, you groaned at the feeling of your boyfriend’s lips on your forehead. Chuckling in response, his breath fanned across your skin, making you tuck your head further into the pillow.

Your boyfriend planted kisses along your temple and down to your cheekbone before you brought a hand towards his face, shoving your palm against it as he laughed against your open hand. Gently grabbing your wrist, he pressed kisses against the back of your hand, making you groan as you turned your face towards him, reluctantly fluttering your eyelids open to look at him.

“Morning, Kid,” he flashed you a gummy smile.

“Who are you?” You groaned, your voice full of sleep. “My Yoongi is never this annoyingly cute in the morning.”

“Hey,” he protested, pulling you into his arms. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, you were just snoring and it was bothering me. I was trying to wake you up nicely.” Shooting him a glare, he smirked. “Next time I’ll just push you off the bed.”

“There he is,” your lips curved into a smile. Stretching your arms over your head, you started to roll away from your boyfriend, only for him to put an arm around your waist holding you in place. “Baby,” you whined. “I have to get up, I’m getting lunch today, remember?” You reminded him of your lunch plans with your friends.

“No, just a little longer,” he mumbled into the blankets, you giggling in response.

“You’re the one who woke me up,” you informed him, rolling towards him until you were positioned on top of him, your cheek pressed against his chest.

“Yeah, but not so you could leave me,” he complained with a pout on his lips that you couldn’t see but could hear, his arms running up and down your back.

Blindly brining your hand to his face, you felt his features in search of his lips. He groaned at your careless touching, grabbing your hand just after you tapped on his pout with your pointer finger. “Stop it,” he chuckled.

“Yoon, I need to get home so I can have a shower,” you told him, arching your back as you popped your head up so you could look down at him.

“Shower here,” he told you. “You can use my soap and shampoo.”

Leaning down, you pecked his lips before rolling off him. “Nuh uh.”

Reaching out for you, he just missed you as you stood up from the bed, stretching your back as you looked down at him fondly. “You always compliment the smell of my hair though,” he pouted as he sat up, running a hand through his hair as he shook out the strands.

Smiling, you cocked your head. “That’s not the point,” you told him as you looked down at your legs, noting that you were wearing his t-shirt. “All the guys are here, it’s weird showering here when six other dudes are wandering around.” You rarely showered at the dorm, only when most of the members were gone, and Yoongi knew this.

However, he shot you an incredulous look, eyes wide as he pointed his gaze to the door and then back to you. “It’s early on a Saturday,” he told you simply. “No one is awake.”

“Yoongi,” you warned as you spotted your jeans on the floor a few feet away. Walking over to them, scooping them off the floor and draping them over your forearm, you looked back to your boyfriend who sat in bed, looking as cute as ever with his disheveled hair and sleepy features.

“Just this once,” he persisted, “I just want a little more time with you.” You sighed in response, feeling yourself give in. “It’s the least you could do, leaving me here on my day off,” he added, flashing you a feigned pout.

A smile stretched across your face despite your efforts to conceal it, you chucking your jeans at him as you called him “the worst,” Yoongi laughing loudly at your actions. “You’ve literally been on a break for three weeks, you big baby,” you smiled widely.

Making your way to the bedroom door, slowly stopping as you reached for the knob, you looked back at your boyfriend who still sat on the bed, his gaze set on you as he looked you up and down. “What?” You questioned.

Shaking his head, he cast his gaze to your face, smiling softly. “You just look so cute in my shirt.” The words were sweet, but the look in his eyes suggested the comment wasn’t as innocent as he was pretending.

Rolling your eyes, you opened the bedroom door preparing to leave the room. “Are you gonna come fetch a towel for me, or do you want me to use Jin’s?” You asked with raised eyebrows, making Yoongi shoot you a glare as he crawled out of bed, his feet padding against the wood flooring as he made his way to you.

“Don’t you think you should put some pants on,” Yoongi scolded you as approached you.

“Mm, I thought you were sure everyone was asleep,” you shot back with a smirk.

Scoffing, he set a hand on your lower back, leading you down the hallway to the bathroom. Unbeknownst to you, he was listening to any commotion from his members, checking that the rooms were still closed, ensuring everyone was indeed still asleep.

Stepping into the bathroom, Yoongi closed the door behind him as you made your way to the sink to brush your teeth. As you grabbed the toothbrush out of the drawer, you thought back to when Yoongi told you he thought you should start leaving some things at his place, showing you that he cleared out some space in his bathroom drawer for you.

You of course teased him when he showed you the drawer, asking, “Is this your attempt at taking one of those important steps in our relationship but, like, without committing too much. Like hey, I love you sort of, so here’s a drawer. Just don’t move in yet.”

In true Yoongi fashion, he had put it off saying, “you just have bad morning breath and I think it’s cruel to subject me to it every morning after you stay over.” When you leaned in to kiss him, thanking him for the space, he did however add that, “you’ve been staying over more often these days and I want to keep it that way.”

This morning, as you took care of your teeth, you watched Yoongi shuffle around the bathroom, turning on the shower to warm up the water for you and then scooting to the closet, pulling a towel out. Turning around, he caught your gaze on him in the mirror, smiling shyly as he instantly knew you were watching him in adoration.

Dragging his feet, he made his way to you, leaving a kiss to the back of your head before setting the towel on the counter. Rinsing your mouth, you placed your hand on the side of Yoongi’s face, leaning in to leave a lingering kiss to his lips, pulling away and gently telling him, “Thank you.”

Walking away from him towards the shower, Yoongi pulled his own toothbrush out. Squeezing some paste out onto the brush, he stuck the toothbrush in his mouth, his eyes looking into the mirror just in time to see you strip off his shirt, it landing on the floor next to your feet. His eyes scanned the reflection of your back, blood rushing downward as he distractedly moved the toothbrush around his mouth.

When you slid the panties down your legs, leaving your backside bare as you slowly leaned in to feel the water temperature, he halted the brushing motions, instead just eyeing you as you took your time getting into the shower. Surely you were doing this on purpose, he thought. Right?

As you disappeared inside the shower, you flashed Yoongi a glance in the mirror, smirking at him, before pulling the curtain shut. Yoongi groaned, shaking his head in disbelief. Adjusting himself in his pants, he mulled over what to do. He could just wait until you got out. That’s what he should do. He could just wait for you in his room.

However, when you poked your head out from behind the shower curtain, and asked, “are you gonna shower with me or what?” He found himself gawking at you in surprise. “What? Is that not what this is?” His eyes simply widened at your question. “What?” You asked again. “Isn’t this why you wanted me to shower here?”

Instead of answering you, he instead quickly shed himself of his clothes, pulling the shirt over his head and shoving the boxers down his legs, clambering into the shower with you.

“Wait,” you held a hand up to his chest when his hands found your hips, his eyes widening. “Did you lock the door?” Did he lock the door? He did, right?

“Yeah,” he nodded. “Of course,” he assured you, lowering his head to press a chaste kiss to your lips. You kissed him back before pulling away, pushing against his chest again. Glancing down for a quick moment, drawing attention to his hard on, you warned, “Keep it cute, Min. I’m not fucking you in the dorm shower.”

Holding his arms up in mock surrender, he turned around to reach for his shampoo. Your eyes scanned up and down his frame, greedily taking in his appearance as his muscles tensed and relaxed with his movements as he squeezed shampoo out into his hand. Why am I not fucking him in the dorm shower?

When he turned back around, he caught you eyeing his body, a smirk appearing on his lips. “No fucking, Kid. Your rules,” he teased you.

“What a stupid rule,” you chastised yourself with a shake of your head.

Snickering with a gummy grin, he nodded to you. “Close your eyes,” he told you as he stepped closer to you, bringing his hands up to massage the shampoo into your hair. As his nails gently scratched against your scalp, you let a small moan slip from between your lips. “Don’t,” he warned, a smirk appearing on your face. “That’s not fair.”

“Why are you so good at this?” You moaned, your hands raising to hold onto his forearms.

Shaking his head, he dipped you underneath the shower head. “Jesus, Kid, I’m fucking hard right now, you can’t say shit like that,” he scolded you with a chuckle as he rinsed the suds from your hair.

Biting back a smile, you whispered a “sorry, baby.”

Holding back a smile, Yoongi reached for the loofa, grabbing his soap and handing the bottle to you. You took the body wash, pouring out a good amount onto the loofa. Yoongi took the bottle from you, putting it back in its place before massaging the gel into the loofa.

Spinning you around gently, he began to run the sponge along your back, scrubbing your skin, as his other hand dragged up and down your side affectionately.

You leaned into him just slightly, giving away how much you were enjoying being pampered by him, and how much you were wanting more.

His touch traveled along your side, his fingers dragging over the side of your boob, lingering before going back down all the way to your thigh. Fuck it felt good. And he was teasing. You shifted your frame to the side the tiniest bit, causing his hand to slip towards your abdomen. Smirking, he kept his hand on your abdomen, flattening his palm as he slid it down your wet stomach, reaching the top of your pelvic area.

His mouth found the skin behind your ear, lightly kissing the sensitive area as his hand found its way between your legs, rubbing you in circular motions. Your head dropped back onto his shoulder as you released a series of sharp breaths and quiet oh my god’s.

As his digits worked skillfully on your clit, his other hand dropped the loofa, the water-soaked sponge falling to the shower floor with a plop. With his hand free, he reached around your body, cradling your wet body against his own, holding you flush against him as his palm found your breast, squeezing the flesh. He watched your facial expression as you responded with a choked gasp, your jaw slackening, and he just thought you were the most stunning creature to exist.

Stepping back from you, he grabbed your waist so he could spin you around, pushing you up against the shower wall. He immediately dropped to his knees, dragging his hands from your waist, down your hips to your thighs. Looking up to you, meeting your hooded gaze, he pressed a soft kiss to your center. You bit your bottom lip as your mouth spread into a blissful grin. Grasping your thigh, he positioned it over his shoulder, not wasting a second as he pressed open mouth kisses to you, his tongue flicking and flattening against you in expertly executed patterns.

“Fuck, oh my god,” you moaned out, your tone breathy as you threaded your hand into Yoongi’s wet strands, tugging just the way he liked it. He groaned against you, the sound shooting pleasure through your body. Yoongi wasn’t super vocal but he had the sexiest groans and you cherished every single one of them.

Knowing Yoongi could stay down there for hours, on his knees for you, if you’d let him, you tugged on his strands a little harder than the last time, making him look up at you through his eyelashes. Placing your other hand on the side of his face, you gently guided him up towards you, whispering a fucked out, “Come here.”

He lowered your leg to the ground before standing up, his lips greedily finding yours, the kiss deep and hungry from the start, his hands on the sides of your face. Reaching down, you wrapped your hand around him, stroking his length a few times.

Yoongi’s hands left your face, one grabbing onto your waist, helping hold you against the wall as the other one found your thigh, lifting your leg to wrap around his hip, his hand staying there to help you hold your leg in place. You helped guide him as Yoongi sank into you, both of you letting out sharp breaths at the feeling.

The first few thrusts were slow and deep as your hands found his shoulders, bracing yourself against him. When he picked up pace, you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck, your fingers playing with the wet strands of hair that stuck flat against his nape.

Leaning forward, he rested his forehead against your own, his gaze locking on yours as he whispered, “I love you so much,” kissing your lips softly right after he spoke the words, the gentle action a stark contrast to the rough movements of his hips.

His lips hovering over your own as he continued with his pace, you began to whisper a reply to his confession, however, a sound on the other side of the bathroom drew your attention from the man who was currently inside of you. As Yoongi slowed down but increased the power of his thrusts, you were sure you heard the sink turn on.

Moving your arms from around Yoongi’s shoulders, you pushed against his chest, your eyes blown wide in worry, shaking your head at him. He stalled his motions, concerned he may have hurt you, and as he prepared to ask you what was wrong, you brought your hands to cover his mouth.

“I think someone’s in here,” you whispered. Yoongi’s eyebrows scrunched in confusion, you slowly removing your hands from his mouth.

“You’re ok?” He asked you, being certain he didn’t hurt you in any way.

“Yoongi, I’m fine except for the fact that someone is in the fucking bathroom with us,” you whispered harshly, the panic taking over.

“Kid, there’s no one in—” Yoongi was cut off when the sound of a drawer being shut echoed throughout the bathroom. Suddenly, Yoongi’s eyes popped open, a pout forming on his lips, his expression showing his surprise.

“I thought you locked the door?” You scolded him in a barely legible whisper. Yoongi simply shrugged in response making you shake your head in frustration.

You formed fists with your hands, holding them to your chest as you started to freak out, wanting to shrink away and disappear. “Who is it?” You mouthed to your boyfriend, him shrugging in response. You nodded towards the direction of the sound, silently telling him to check.

Rolling his eyes, he leans towards the curtain, pulling it back just slightly to peek at the member who had welcomed himself into the bathroom. Yoongi’s eyes fell on a sleepy, and very clueless, Jungkook who was squeezing the tube of toothpaste onto a toothbrush.

Pulling his head back into the shower, Yoongi bit back a grin as he looked at your terrified expression. “It’s Kookie.”

Your eyes widening even more, if that was even possible, you mouthed oh my god, pushing Yoongi away from you, though he resisted, instead choosing to slowly grind into you. Shaking your head, but not pushing him away, he stopped his actions. Leaning in, he whispered in your ear, the feeling of his breath sending a thrill throughout your body that was hard to deny. “I’ll stop if you want me to, Kid. Just give me the word. But he has no idea what’s going on.”

He patiently waited for you to give an order, adding, “He’ll be out of here in a minute, we could just wait it out.”

At the thought of him pulling out, you bucked your hips into him, a cocky smirk forming on Yoongi’s lips as he leaned in and caught your mouth in a greedy kiss. Yoongi trailed kisses onto your cheek, down to your jaw and along your neck as you held your breath, trying to hold back your sounds as Yoongi slowly rocked into you.

When he thrusted particularly deep making you clench and dip your head down to rest your forehead on his shoulder, Yoongi smiled smugly to himself. There was something about you having to keep quiet as to not get caught that he quite liked. Hitting the same spot again and again, your hands gripped onto Yoongi’s biceps as if you were holding onto your last shred of composure.

With one more thrust, a whimper slipped out of your mouth, you immediately biting Yoongi’s shoulder in an attempt to stop the sounds from pouring out.

Yoongi bit his bottom lip as a cheeky grin graced his face. He rolled his hips again, now picking up pace but still hitting that same spot. He slid his hand from your waist to your clit and the touch had you jolting against him. You quietly whined against your boyfriend’s neck, and you could hear the breathy chuckle that left his mouth, amused by your reaction to him.

That’s when you heard the click of the bathroom door, signaling Jungkook’s departure from the room. Signaling your freedom to let yourself go.

Moving your hands to his face, you kissed him deeply as you climaxed, Yoongi swallowing your moans, which were louder and more carnal than before. The way you responded to his touch drove Yoongi towards his own climax, just a few pumps away. Pulling out of you, you reached down and stroked him, Yoongi’s head dropping against your chest as he let a few low groans leave his lips. His hands grabbed onto the sides of your waist, squeezing the flesh as he finished, his load collecting on your lower abdomen.

As you slowly and lightly ran your hand along his length a few more times, he pressed sweet pecks to your chest. Looking up at you, he kissed the tip of your nose before planting a kiss to your mouth.

“Fuck, I love you,” Yoongi grinned. “You’re so hot.” His smile slowly transformed into a cocky one as he said smugly, “he had no idea.” Yoongi was feeling quite proud he had just secretly fucked you with his younger member in the room.

“Oh my god,” you rolled your eyes, lightly smacking his chest. “You’re unbelievable.” Yoongi simply chuckled, his shoulders shaking, his eyes full of amusement.

“I had no idea you had an exhibition kink,” he teased you.

“I hate you so much,” you replied, holding back a smile.

“Mhmm,” he smiled. “Love you too.” The cocky smirk Yoongi wore for the remainder of the shower had you thinking twice about your actions. Lord knows that man didn’t need anything else to make him feel cocky. Thank god Jungkook didn’t notice.

Or maybe he did notice. You see, Jungkook wouldn’t normally use that specific bathroom, as he and Taehyung shared a bathroom. However, when Jungkook approached the door to his typical bathroom, he heard the sounds of Tae and Tae’s partner laughing and yelling and singing along to Taehyung’s shower playlist.

Jungkook had no doubt in his mind that they were going to have sex in the shower, if they weren’t already. Therefore, he didn’t even try to enter the bathroom, instead deciding he would brush his teeth somewhere else. Jungkook groaned with a roll of his eyes, realizing his toothbrush was on the other side of the door of the occupied bathroom. Stomping down the hallway, he remembered that Yoongi and Jin typically had spare toothbrushes in their bathroom for when their partners stayed over.

He didn’t even realize the shower was running inside of Yoongi, Jin, and Namjoon’s bathroom until his hand was already on the knob. Looking to his members’ rooms, Yoongi’s was the only door that was cracked. Not even thinking about the possibility that you would be in there, he tried the knob, and when it was unlocked, he walked himself inside, quietly latching the door behind him.

Making his way to the sink, he first turned on the faucet, filling his cupped hands with water and then lowering his face to toss the water onto his skin, refreshing himself a bit. Patting his wet face, he dried it off on the hand towel.

Next, he searched for a new toothbrush in Yoongi’s drawer, digging around yours and Yoongi’s items until he found one still in the packaging. Completely oblivious to what was going on in the shower that was reflecting in the mirror, he opened the toothbrush package, grabbed the toothpaste off the counter, and squeezed the toothpaste out onto the brush.

Just a normal everyday task. He was slightly annoyed by Taehyung and his partner, though it wasn’t unusual, shaking his head at the thought. As he lazily brushed his teeth, his eyes flickering from the sink to the mirror, to his hand, to the reflections in the mirror, he was suddenly broken out of his mundane haze when the sound of a whimper came from the shower. Cocking his head, he looked over his shoulder at the shower.

Scrunching his eyebrows, he wondered if he should call out to his hyung.

However, when his sight landed on the trail of clothes in front of the shower, two t-shirts, a pair of boxers, and then a pair of lace panties, Jungkook’s heart nearly burst out of his chest in panic. He gasped at the realization, having to hold back his choking on the toothpaste, looking to the shower, then towards the wall, then the floor, the door, the shower again, the ceiling, and the door again, he was flooded with emotions, primarily guilt, discomfort, and so much annoyance.

Why was everyone having shower sex at this exact moment?! The poor man was just trying to brush his teeth, jesus fucking christ.

He was knocked out of his shocked daze when the sounds of your whining invaded his ear drums, making him pull a face of pure panic and disgust. Before he could comprehend the entirety of the situation, he was dashing to the door, toothbrush in hand, mouth full of toothpaste. He quietly shut the door, not really wanting you and Yoongi to know he had been in there.

“What in the actual fuck?” He asked aloud in the hallway, the bathroom that you and Yoongi were currently banging one out in behind him.

A little later, you and Yoongi shut the water off, stepping out of the shower. Yoongi walked across the bathroom, stark naked, grabbing your towel and bringing it to you. Was that a bit of… swagger in his step?

Raising your eyebrows at him, he smirked. “How long are you going to be this full of yourself?” You asked him as he wrapped the towel around your frame, you taking it from his hands to secure it at your chest. Yoongi simply shrugged in response, a proud expression on his face. “You’re so annoying,” you told him as you chuckled, shaking your head.

By the time you had left the bathroom to go to Yoongi’s room to get dressed, most of the other members had all gathered in the kitchen, their voices and laughter echoing down the hallway.

“Are you sure you still want to go?” Yoongi asked you as he pulled on some boxer briefs, a smirk still on his face. Letting out a mixture of a scoff and a laugh, you shook your head. Dressed in some spare underwear you left at Yoongi’s place and a leisure bra, you made your way to his closet. As you sorted through his clothes that he had hanging, he called out, “well?”

Looking over your shoulder, you shot him a glare, pushing on the inside of your cheek with your tongue, showing your annoyance though most of it was feigned. Truth was, cocky Yoongi was hot. Obnoxious, but very, very hot. “Yes, Yoon, I still want to go,” you told him as you dug through his clothes. “And for the record,” you pulled a long sleeve t-shirt off the hanger. “I’m never fucking you in the shower again.”

As you pulled the shirt over your head, a snicker left your boyfriend. When you poked your head out of the shirt, you caught Yoongi laughing with his shoulders shaking as he put some sweatpants on.

“What’s so funny?” You asked him, biting back a grin, grabbing your leggings off the floor.

“Nothing,” he said, nonchalantly, as he scooped up a hoodie off of his dresser. “You just shouldn’t make threats you can’t follow through with,” he told you just as he pulled the hoodie over his head. Pulling the leggings up your legs, you flipped him off as you made your way to the door. “Love you,” he called out with a smirk as you walked through the door.

“Yeah, whatever, love you too,” you replied, smiling widely as you walked towards the kitchen.

Entering the kitchen, the first thing you noticed was Jimin and Jin giggling with each other as Taehyung’s partner dug their face into Tae’s neck, both of them sitting on the stools at the island. Hoseok was smiling widely as he watched the scene unfold and Namjoon was shaking his head as he smiled.

Then there was Jungkook, awkwardly standing to the side of everyone, staring off into space.

“It’s almost shocking how much you don’t care if the rest of us hear,” Jimin laughed, eyes crinkled as he called out the two love birds. Taehyung held his partner at their waist, a smile on his face as he whined for them to stop.

Your boyfriend’s voice cut through the teasing as his arms wrapped around your waist. “What’s going on, why is everyone teasing poor Taehyungie?” Yoongi, hiding his wet hair underneath the hood of his hoodie, sported an amused smile as he pressed a soft kiss to your neck, earning a glare from Jungkook, though neither of you noticed. Seeing you with wet hair confirmed what had happened in the shower, much to Jungkook’s dread.

“These two were making quite the scene in the bathroom this morning,” Jimin smiled amusedly, responding to Yoongi’s question. You couldn’t help the small grin that formed on your lips when Yoongi chuckled against your neck, squeezing his arms around you a little tighter. Cocky little bitch.

“Jesus, when everyone is in the dorm?” Yoongi asked, acting appalled by the information as if he wasn’t just fucking you at the same time while knowing Jungkook was in the room. Speaking of Jungkook…

You looked over towards the youngest of the bunch and found that he was already looking at you, or more specifically Yoongi, wearing a look of disgust. When he noticed you watching him, his eyes widened as they found yours and a small blush creeped onto his cheeks. Fuck, no way. No. Fucking. Way.

As you stared him in the eye, your attention was only drawn away when you noticed him lifting his arm, and in his hand, a toothbrush. Pulling your eyebrows together in confusion, you looked back to his face to see him flash you an apologetic and very knowing smile. Oh my god, he knows. It was then your turn to flash Jungkook an apologetic smile.

Just as Yoongi was preparing to make another playful comment to Taehyung, thoroughly enjoying the teasing of his fellow member for doing exactly what he himself had just done, you elbowed him in the stomach, cutting him off.

Yoongi flashed you a look of confusion, a pout on his pretty lips. Craning your neck, you whispered in his ear, “Jungkook knows,” your eyes full of panic, your voice showing urgency.

“What?” Yoongi only looked even more confused.

“Jungkook knows,” you said again, this time slower. “Like knows knows.”

Yoongi lifted his chin from your shoulder, peering around your neck to find Jungkook staring at you both, shooting Yoongi a glare. “Oh fuck,” Yoongi said quietly. “Yeah he knows.”

After he spoke the words, he buried his face back into your neck, pressing a kiss to the skin before the air from his silent chuckle fanned across your neck. “Fuck,” Yoongi complained. “I’m gonna owe him now.”

Rolling your eyes, you bit back a smile. “It’s official, I’m definitely never fucking you in the shower again,” you whined, the embarrassment of knowing Jungkook heard you having sex fully hitting you.

Yoongi chuckled at you, a small “Hey, be fair,” slipping out of his mouth as he hugged you closer to him.

Turning around in Yoongi’s arms, you left a kiss to his lips before whispering into his ear, “I’m leaving,” you kissed him again.

“Have fun, Kid. See you tonight?” He asked, removing his arms from you, letting you step away, though he still held onto your hand. You nodded as Yoongi played with your fingers. Letting go of your hand, you said bye to everyone before exiting the dorm.

Not long after, Jungkook received a text. Yoongi watched the younger man as Jungkook scrunched his eyebrows together as he unlocked the phone. Yoongi continued watching him as Jungkook’s confused expression slowly morphed into a mischievous smile. Now was Yoongi’s turn to pull his eyebrows together in confusion, as Jungkook’s gaze lifted from his phone to Yoongi, Jungkook giving the older man a single nod when their eyes met.

Jungkook stepped towards Yoongi, holding his phone out for Yoongi to see, Yoongi immediately noticing the text was from you.

Y/n: Sorry, Kook. If it helps, Yoongi himself said he owes you now. Hold this over his head, yeah? The man is getting a little too cocky

After reading the text, Yoongi scoffed, looking back up at a smirking Jungkook. Yoongi thought of what to say for a moment before he admitted to defeat, letting out an annoyed sigh. “You both suck,” Yoongi said, Jungkook giggling in response.

As Jungkook left the room, Yoongi was left to think about how he was going to deal with you later that evening. Little brat.

Before Yoongi left the room, a mug of coffee in hand, he called out to the other members, feeling a bit guilty for partaking in the teasing of Tae and Tae’s partner. “Hey, leave them alone,” he told them shortly, everyone looking at Yoongi in surprise for his change in tone. “They’re in love and your jealousy is showing.” Walking out of the kitchen area, Yoongi smiled to himself. With a single text, you were able to knock him back down to size.

He took out his phone, sending you a quick text before he got ready to do some work.

Walking into your apartment, you looked down at the phone that was lit up with Yoongi’s contact name.

Grampa Yoongles: Must you always keep me so humble? Love you, have fun today

Smirking to yourself, you shook your head. Humble, you rolled your eyes. You typed out a response before making your way to your room to get changed.

Yoongi’s phone lit up on his desk as he pulled up a song he’d been working on. Grabbing the phone, he smiled at the message, shaking his head, adoration filling his heart.

The Kid: We have different understandings of the word “humble”, Min. Love you too, see you tonight xo

Yeah, he loved you a fucking lot.

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