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[spidrboots]

the struggling starlet wasn't entirely sure when the shift happened ; when he went from "anthony" to "angel dust". he wished he could remember exactly when it occured -- wished it was important enough to recall, to hold in his head as this monumental occasion that, once he really got big, could be passed down to his adoring fans as the brilliant underdog story that so many craved to see themselves through. in actuality, it probably happened between alleys, in the dimly lit room of shady bars & clubs while he snorted & smoked & placed any tab or pill on his tongue that he could find. he could snort PCP better than all the suckers in those dives. maybe it didn't matter how or when it happened, exactly. the origin didn't mean much. it would still be a name that everyone recognized, preening over, wishing they were him. angel dust: the drag superstar. angel dust: hell's best dancer. angel dust: someone who was better than back alley blowjobs & cheap liquor.

it wasn't like he ever felt close to the name 'anthony', anyway. it was the americanized version of the name his mother gave him ( antonio, he can almost hear her whisper if he shuts his eyes & concentrates ). given to him when his family emigrated to the states. his mother didn't come with them. he doesn't remember much of it, being a young boy at the time. just flashes of activity, suits rustling with movement. suitcases filled with more guns than clothes. a long boat ride. it seems so far away now, the life he took advantage of. for all of its hardships, it had to have been better than the life angel dust now found himself in. he supposed that was the whole point, though. this bein' hell, and all.

the night had started out so well for him. he had managed to book a gig ; it was something small, but it was his. he got to sing & dance on stage. most of the patrons either whooped & hollered at him for all of the wrong reasons or were more interested in their drinks, but the attention on him was a thrill nonetheless. it was a high that didn't come with as much of a price. he performed & it felt damn good. another chance to really get his name out there. it was happening, he could feel it. just . . . slowly. very, very slowly. he had considered doing more mob work. he liked the violence & the deals, & it was something he excelled in. but hell was a hard place to navigate, especially when you die before the rest of your mafia family.

it was after he attempted to leave the bar that shit got nasty. it all happened so quick, too. one moment there's a man he vaguely recognizes from one of his hookups that barely paid enough to go towards his rent, visibly drunk & belligerent. the next, he finds himself surrounded. the man was angry for reasons angel couldn't even begin to comprehend through the slurred speech, & it turned out his friends were angry, too. or perhaps they just got their kicks from ganging up on someone who was outnumbered. angel is on the ground behind the bar before he could even understand what was happening. he tastes blood & his vision swims. he's fighting back with all of his limbs, but he's overpowered, and while he had the height, these men had the weight. he can't recall a time he had been beaten this bad. he distantly hopes he loses consciousness. no, upon consideration, perhaps that would be worse. he couldn't know what they would do to his body until after the fact.

the sound of another body entering the fray is lost on him. he coughs, spits a mixture of saliva & blood across his teeth. if he could just grip his fists & bare it, maybe it would all be over soon.

@e-m-p-error . / plotted first meeting starter .

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[tobiashwn]

take a challenge chatting with @hwnminjun​

tobias was bored. to say the least. 

he didn’t have classes that day. was caught up on all his school work. and for one, didn’t actually feel like trying to track down the obscurus (despite it being something he knew needed to happen soon). but a man can take a break every once in a while right? even someone like toby liked to relax now and then. 

although on the surface it might have seemed that was something he was doing a majority of the time, flocking from person to person like the social butterfly he was. always needing to be doing something and keeping himself entertained on the island. but it was as if, something was missing as of late. nothing really seemed to be keeping his attention as much as he’d have liked. 

dare he say it, it was like he wanted a new hobby.

but what possibly could captivate the jujak’s interest that much that he would actually commit to it?

thinking about it by himself is a complete bore and tiresome especially when he’s just walking around campus aimlessly waiting for something to happen. and then he spots minjun and that thoughts are immediately replaced with seeing if minjun might have anything more interesting for toby to indulge himself in for the time being.

“minjun!” toby calls out before catching up to the baekho male. “mate, are you busy? anything interesting happen to you today?”

he’s really just dying for some good conversation at this point.

#hwnminjun #take a challenge #$$ threads #\\ hey im so sorry this took so long to get out!!! #\\ definitely drowning with school rn omg klsdjfao #\\ also hope this is alright if not lmk!!m

[asahicore]

bad news first - sjy (m)

this work contains smut - minors please do not interact pairing. jake x fem!reader synopsis. From the moment you'd met at eight to the day he moved to South Korea at fourteen, you and Jake were inseparable. But after years of being apart, you've come to terms with the fact that at twenty, you and Jake just aren't what you used to be. That is until you get a text from him, and all of a sudden, he's back by your side, doing his year abroad at the university you study at, and all your feelings for him float back up to the surface. genre. college au, childhood friends to ???? to lovers, painful mutual pining, one bed trope..... a sprinkle of angst (my hand slipped) but mostly fluff i promise and smut (mdni!!!), also i made sunghoon really weird in this and idkw, this is set in scotland.. edinburgh uni rep!! word count. 23k author's note. everybody say happy belated birthday to @zreamy.. happy belated birthday zo!!! being 22 years and 6 days old is cooler than just 22 years old anyway.. hope you like it bestie... if you dont... well theres a building on campus thats 17 stories high sooo.. enjoy! i hope everyone else enjoys too, since this is a bday fic for zo she couldnt beta read so i had to raw dog this so if its terrible.. not my fault! lmk what u think!! i also made a playlist for this, do listen along!!

“Alright kids, good news or bad news first?”

You looked at your teacher, then at the boy next to you, then back at your teacher. “Bad news first,” you said in unison.

You were only eight, but you were both wise enough to know that hearing good news second would assuage the blow of whatever these bad news were. Miss Dawson sighed as she crouched in front of you. “The bad news is your bus driver is on strike and won’t be coming. The good news is that your parents have been informed and are coming to pick you up soon.”

Following her instructions, you headed to the gymnasium and sat there silently among the other kids. Not many kids in your class rode the bus home, and the ones who did seemed to have drivers not on strike, so it was just the two of you. You were used to that, though - over January and February, you had made a sort of silent pact to stand and wait for the bus together. You sometimes shared snacks, but you never spoke. For some reason, you felt at ease with this boy, even though you didn’t know much about him. You had heard he had moved to Brisbane just at the start of this year, all the way from South Korea. You were pretty sure his name was Jake.

You handed him one of your Twix bars. Then he spoke. “I thought a strike was when you did really well in bowling.”

“Same,” you replied, mouth full of chocolate and caramel. “I’m not sure why that would keep the bus driver from picking us up.”

Jake looked at you with wide eyes, distress clear in them. “Do you think he went bowling instead of picking us up?”

This made you frown. “That’d be really rude.”

“It would. I always make sure to go bowling on the weekends, ‘cause if I missed school that’d be rude to Miss Dawson.”

You nodded your head in fervent agreement. “For sure.”

That weekend, his mum called your mum to ask if you wanted to go to the bowling alley with them. From then on, for the next six years, you were stuck together by glue. 

--

Twelve years later, Jake’s name appearing on your phone screen has become such a rare sight, you don’t believe it right away. It takes you a few seconds of intense squinting at the letters to actually realise your eyes aren’t deceiving you.

jake.sim15 hey y/n!! you go to edinburgh uni right?

You type and delete three different responses before settling for a simple yeah, I am! what’s up?, hoping you sounded nonchalant even though you very much felt chalant. You thought that whatever you sent wouldn’t be as weird as taking forever to answer such a straightforward question. 

As you wait for Jake’s reply, you scroll through your previous shared messages, noting with sadness that for three years in a row, the only instances you’d texted were to wish each other a happy birthday or when he reacted with a fire emoji to Stories of your dog, Milo. Before that, your last conversation was to congratulate each other about getting into your top choice universities and to discuss plans for your respective futures.

Futures that used to include each other, you think. His reply appears at the bottom of your screen before melancholy can fill your heart.

jake.sim15 i applied to go there for my year abroad next year annnnd i got in !! heh

You shoot up straight from your seat on the lounge chaise you’d been sunbathing on, a loud “Oh my God!” involuntarily escaping your mouth. 

“What? What happened? Is everything okay?” Chaewon asks frantically, rushing over to your side. “Oh,” she says when she sees your phone. “It’s a text… from a boy?” 

This makes Yunjin, previously unbothered by your panic, rise from her seat and take off her sunglasses. “A boy? Show me,” she demands, snatching your phone from your hands before you can protest. Upon seeing the texts on your screen, she lets out a loud gasp. “It’s not just any boy! It’s the one and only Jake Sim himself.”

“Give that back!” you plead, hand reaching for your phone, but Yunjin is already walking away.

“And he’s coming to Edi this September, apparently. He says he’s sorry for not saying anything earlier, but he was waiting for an answer up until now.” She scoffs. “Leave it to our uni to tell someone they’re in less than two months before term starts. Oh, you’re the first person he’s told, Y/N! After his parents. How cute,” she coos, protesting when you snatch your phone back from her. “Hey! I was reading that.”

“Those are my texts, Yunjin. I’m the one who’s meant to read them.”

She shrugs. “You would’ve told us anyway.”

“What are you going to reply?” Chaewon asks. With the both of them hovering over your shoulders and watching as you type a response, a sort of stage fright comes over you, making you send what might be the most unoriginal reply known to man.

“Awesome? Seriously, Y/N?” Yunjin reads, disproportionately disgusted with you.

“That’s a lot of exclamation marks. It almost makes it look like you don’t mean it,” Chaewon says.

“I do mean it!”

“Well, he seems to like it. A smiling-with-teeth emoji is a good sign, right?” she asks in an attempt to make you feel better.

“He has automatic caps off. That man is run-through,” Yunjin says, shaking her head as she walks back to her sunbed.

“You were excited about him texting me just a second ago,” you reproach.

“Yeah, before I found out he was a whore.”

“Yunjin, you know we don't slut-shame here!” Chaewon exclaims. Before Yunjin can say anything even worse in response, your phone starts ringing, and Jake’s name appears on your screen. “He’s calling you?” Chaewon gasps, making Yunjin sit up with a start for the second time in less than five minutes.

“This man is insane,” she remarks with all the seriousness in the world.

You run away from your friends, finding refuge in the outside kitchen area out of earshot. They don’t need to hear your conversation with Jake. You love them, but they can be weirdly unsupportive in moments like these.

“Hey, Jake,” you greet, hoping he doesn’t notice the breathlessness in your voice. It was because you had just ran, of course - you didn’t want him to think you were so nervous about talking to him after such a long time, you could barely breathe. Because you weren’t. At all.

“Hey, Y/N!” he replies, and the excitement in his voice makes your heart melt. “I hope it’s not weird that I called, I just thought it’d be nicer than texting, is that okay?”

“Yeah, it’s fine, it’s nice to hear your voice,” you say before you can really think about it, and cringe at your own words. Years without talking and the world’s worst line is the first thing you say to Jake. Thankfully, before you start excruciating yourself, a chuckle pours out of Jake’s throat and blesses your ears.

“It’s nice to hear your voice, too. What are you up to?” 

“Oh, I’m on vacation with my friends. One of them has a rich aunt who owns a villa in southern Italy, so we’re just chilling by the pool right now.” 

“You always wanted to go to Italy! That sounds so nice,” he says. Your breath catches gently in your throat - he remembers, you note.

“Yeah, it really is. What about you, how are you spending the summer?”

Jake tells you about the local bookstore owned by a grandpa that’s always had a soft spot for him and that gave him a part-time job for the summer. “I’m trying to save up as much money as I can before I leave. If I treat you to a meal, will you show me around the city?” he asks, and you can hear the grin in his voice. It makes you realise how much you’ve actually missed him.

“You don’t need to treat me to a meal, I’ll show you around anyway.” 

Still, he insists, and you find yourself giving in quickly - because it’s Jake or because free food is on the table, you’re not sure. Probably both. 

You and Jake get to talking, but fitting years and years of catching up into one conversation is an impossible task, and before you know it, when you check your phone, you’ve been talking for over an hour. Yunjin is angrily waving at you, pointing at her stomach to indicate hunger like a caveman who’s just learned how to communicate. You apologise to Jake, telling him you have to go, and plan to meet during fresher’s week before you hang up.

A few hours later, you get a text from him saying it was nice talking to you and jokingly asking whether Yunjin was satisfied with lunch. It’s innocuous, but it opens a gate for more texting, which leads to long, rambling voice messages, which leads to late-night phone calls that remind you of when you were fifteen and still kept in touch. When August fades into September, you feel like you’ve got your best friend back. 

You remember why you were so in love with him at fourteen.

--

You see Jake before he sees you.  

Among the throngs of people, you manage to spot the dark, messy flop of hair on his head weighed down by a nice pair of wireless headphones. After a thirteen-hour flight from Seoul, a four-hour layover in Frankfurt and a final, two-hour flight to Edinburgh, he looks rightfully exhausted, using what looks like the last of his energy to spot the exit and the airport bus stop. Even wearing a simple denim jacket, white tee and grey sweatpants, he’s so gorgeous you forget what you came here for, until he almost walks right past you without seeing you. You put yourself in his path and hold your hand-written banner up, making yourself as obvious as you can as you call out his name. 

When he sees you, he stops dead in his tracks for a second, someone almost running into him before he remembers the crowd behind him. His tired features break out into a bright smile that has your heartbeat speeding up so much, you think it might run out of your chest. 

He had told you not to come, that it would be late for you and he didn’t want to bother you, but you had managed to get the information of his arrival before he forbade you from picking him up so you did it anyway, wanting to surprise him. After years of being apart, rather than waiting another day, you wanted to see him as soon as possible.

Jake briskly makes his way to you, dropping his bags next to him on the floor as he engulfs you in a hug, warm and tight as if he’s trying to make up for all those years. You hug him back as if someone would appear out of thin air and take him away from you again.

“This was the longest day of my life, I’m so happy to see you,” he says when he pulls away, and you’re so happy you can’t even say anything back, resorting to giggling and lightly swatting non-existent dust off of his shoulders. 

As you wait for the bus, he tells you about every trivial thing that happened to him on his trip, from how expensive a sandwich is at the airport to the German kid sitting in front of him that kept turning around to stare at him on his second flight.

“How did you know he was German?” you ask, amused.

Jake pauses. “Just vibes.”

Conversation on the bus is slightly disjointed as you jump from topic to topic with random pauses here and there before one of you finds something to talk about - but it’s okay, you hadn’t expected for the two of you to be as easy as before. It’s more awe at seeing each other after such a long time than awkwardness. Even though you’d caught up over summer, there was a world of difference between speaking on the phone and actually sitting next to him. You notice things like the shine of his hair, the creases that form on the sides of his lips when he smiles, or, unfortunately for you, the veins that run along his forearms and hands - things you hadn’t noticed previously thanks to the sometimes questionable quality of the front camera of his phone. Once in a while, your thigh brushes against his, and it reminds you that he’s really here. Even that he’s real, at all. 

In a tragic turn of events, Jake lives in the student accommodation you used to live in in first year, and coming back to it two years later is slightly traumatising. His three-person flat is in a different building as your old one, and you marvel at how it somehow still smells the same - like dusty, decade-old carpeting and the permanent stench of students’ dubitable cooking. He’s the first one to move in, which makes the place slightly eerie, but it means that you’re not bothering anyone by unpacking Jake’s stuff and cooking Shin Ramyun the previous tenants had left behind at 11pm. 

Your late dinner was meant for you to take a small break, watch a couple episodes of Friends which Jake had been shocked to learn you’d never watched, and you had been shocked to learn he was a die-hard fan of (since one year ago), then get back to unpacking. But the ramen sends an already exhausted Jake into a food coma so intense, he falls asleep on your shoulder five minutes into the second episode. 

You let him sleep as long as he needs, turning the volume down on his laptop and stifling your chuckles as much as you can. You feel like a cat has fallen asleep in your lap - you are now obliged by law to stay still until Jake wakes up. It’s not until an hour later that Jake’s uncomfortable sleeping position forces him awake, lifting his head off of your shoulder with a grunt. He looks around himself, at his room that’s not quite familiar to him yet, then at you, eyes still scrunched with sleepiness as a grin blooms onto his lips.

“Sorry,” clearing his throat of its grogginess. “What time is it?”

“It’s almost one a.m,” you reply, and his eyes go wide.

“You should’ve woken me up! Does your shoulder hurt?” he asks, much more alarmed than he should be, and it makes you laugh.

“It’s all good. But now that you’re awake, I should probably head home.” 

“I’ll get you an Uber,” he says, already pulling out his phone. 

“It’s fine, Jake, my place is a ten-minute walk from here. I live just up the road.”

Jake’s fingers on his phone pause as he looks up at you. “Then I’ll walk you home.” He lifts a finger in warning when he sees you start to protest. “And don’t fight me on this. You did so much today, it’s the least I can do.”

As much as you love the idea of spending more time with Jake, even if it’s just ten minutes, you still don’t want to bother him when you know how tired he is. “It’s really safe around here. I can just text you when I’m home, if you’re worried about me getting kidnapped or something,” you say, taking his jacket from his hands and placing it back on his desk chair.

He grabs it back, putting it on before you can take it from him again, and rummages through one of his suitcases for a black, woolly scarf. Neither of you speaks as he wraps it tight around your neck, even though the early September weather isn’t cold enough to warrant it. His hands stop briefly on the scarf and a small smile spreads on his lips. You hope he doesn’t hear your sharp intake of breath when your eyes meet. “It’s not about that,” he says simply, voice low and unlike you’ve ever heard it before. You don’t think his voice had quite finished cracking when he’d moved away back then. 

Suddenly, he steps away, grabs his keys, and heads for the door. “Let’s go!” he says, voice back to its usual cheery tone. You don’t find it in you to question him, so you just follow him out, welcoming the night breeze that cools down your burning cheeks with open arms. 

The walk to your place is mostly done in comfortable silence, but it still goes by too quickly for your liking. You keep your hands in your pockets to prevent yourself from doing something stupid, like reaching out for Jake’s hand that swishes back-and-forth as he walks. Instead, you bury your nose in his scarf and relish in the unfamiliar but comforting smell that his cologne has left behind on the fabric. You hug goodbye when you reach your flat, and you have to remind yourself to let go. He insists on you keeping the scarf. “My mum packed me, like, three, so you can have that one.” 

“Your mum still pack your things for you, does she?” you ask, tone playful.

“No-” he says, voice slightly whiny, before he realises you’re just teasing him. “Whatever,” he chuckles, ruffling your hair. You hope the streetlights aren’t bright enough for him to notice the flustered look on your face. The both of you stand there awkwardly for a second, before he lets out another chuckle. “Right. See you tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” you beam.

“Okay,” he says, but still doesn’t make a move to leave. “Okay. Yeah. I’ll be off then.” He gives you one last smile then turns around, burying his hands in his pockets, and you watch as he walks away.

“Get home safe,” you call out after a few seconds. 

He pivots on his heels, and, with a wave of his hand, says, “I will! Go inside.”

“Good night!”

“Night, Y/N!”

When you walk into your living room, Yunjin is sitting on the couch, arms crossed over her chest, gaze trained on the wall opposite her, one lamp lighting the otherwise completely dark room. She looks like a detective in one of those bad cop shows.

“Gosh, what’s all this for?”

“You’re back awfully late,” she says, neither looking at you nor answering your question.

“Yeah, I was with Jake,” you shrug, heading into the kitchen for a glass of water. She abruptly gets up from her seat, following you into the other room and staying close behind you.

“And?” she demands, mouth way too close to your ear and making you start.

“And what?” you ask. 

“What do you mean and what?!” she says, clearly agitated. “I want to know everything!”

“There’s nothing to say, really. He seemed happy I picked him up from the airport, then I helped him unpack. He lives in Riego, by the way.”

“Ew.”

“I know, it was awful going back there.”

The two of you stare at each other as you drink your water. “Well?” she asks.

“What?”

“Is that it?”

You fill your glass again to take it into your bedroom. “I don’t know, we just ate and watched Friends.”

“You hate shows with laughing tracks,” she states like it’s an accusation.

“It wasn’t actually that bad,” you reply, shrugging.

She tuts. “Love will do ugly, ugly things to a person.”

“You’ve been in a loving relationship for the past two years.”

“This isn’t about me. Can we talk about how you’re still in love with the same loser from when you were ten?”

“I was fourteen, and don’t call Jake a loser when you haven’t even met him.” You ignore the roll of her eyes. “And I’m not. Not anymore. I’m just happy to have my friend back.” Yunjin gives you a look. “Okay, maybe I’m still a little bit in love with him. But it’s so little, it’s barely there.” Her expression is unchangingly unimpressed and you can’t help but throw in the towel. “Alright, fine. I still love him, what about it?”

“You’re pathetic.”

“I know that, no need to remind me.”

“Are you gonna do something about it?”

“My patheticness? I’ve tried, didn’t really work.”

“No, idiot, about Jake. You should go and get him! It’d be so sexy if you got together as 20-somethings after knowing each other since you were babies.”

“We were eight when we met. And I don’t know if sexy is the word I’d use here.”

“Anything is sexy if you try hard enough,” she says, and you have to laugh. “Anyways, you should confess your undying love and tell him you’ve felt that way since you met.”

“I wasn’t-”

“Guys might not show it, but they probably get all hot for stuff like that. Boosts their ego and shit.”

“Yunjin, I just got my friend back, I’m not gonna risk it. Plus, who knows, I might not actually be in love with him. It might just be my emotions acting up, like, seeing someone I used to like after a while. We’ve both changed so much, once I get to know him more now, I might not even feel the way I used to.”

“Notice how you’ve used the word might twice in ten seconds? You’re just trying to find excuses.”

You groan. “This is why I hate English Lit people.”

“You do English Lit.”

“I know, and I’m the only nice person that does it.” In your head, you add and Jake, but saying it out loud would only make this conversation worse for you.

“What’s that scarf, by the way? Did he give you that?”

You look down at the scarf like it’s a piece of incriminating evidence. “Can you stop grilling me, please? It’s late.”

“You’re not answering my question.”

You sighed deeply. “Fine. Yes, he gave me-”

“It’s not even that cold outside!” she exclaimed in an outrage. “Don’t tell me he also walked you home?”

You pause. “He did.”

She gasped. “He walked you home because he’s in love with you.”

“He walked me home because he’s a good friend that looks after me.”

“He walked you home because he realised how hot you’ve gotten and he wants some of that.”

All you can do is sigh. “Whatever. I’m going to bed.”

“If you weren’t such a coward, you wouldn’t be going to bed alone.”

“Whatever!” you say, shutting the door behind you, shaking that preposterous conversation out of your head. When you get into bed, it takes you at least half-an-hour before you can settle down, but you know your constant tossing and turning isn’t due to your inability to find a comfortable enough position to sleep in. Between your evening with Jake and Yunjin’s pestering, thoughts run wild and incoherent through your head. 

You want to tell her every little thing that happened with Jake tonight, but you’re afraid it might do you more harm than good. She is most definitely the type of friend who will take the smallest action a guy did for you or the most meaningless thing he might have said and turn it into a sign that he has the hots for you, which usually does wonders for your confidence, but right now, you don’t need that kind of delusion. Did seeing your childhood best friend you used to secretly harbour feelings for make you feel some type of way? Of course, but that doesn’t mean you still love him after all this time, after six years of being apart, the majority of those years spent with no contact. It wasn’t like you parted ways with resentment, or anything of that sort, far from it; rather, you drifted apart naturally, as two teenagers with over 7000 kilometres between them would. At first, you’d call frequently and even write each other letters - but as you became more preoccupied with school, friends, and extracurriculars, your phones gradually rang less and your mailboxes became gradually emptier. You don’t even remember who sent the last, unanswered letter. 

Tonight isn’t the first time you replay the moment Jake announced that he would go away, but it’s the first time it’s a bittersweet memory. It used to only be bitter - but now that you’ve reconnected, you can look back at it with fondness, wishing you could tell fourteen-year-old you the hurt would only last so long. 

It hadn’t started unusually.

“So, bad news first, right?”

In your six years of friendship with Jake, this had been the first time you’d really been wary of what he would say next. The look on his face told you that this bad news wouldn’t be as easy to shake off as usual. Your definition of bad news was things like I got grounded so I can’t hang out, I forgot we had a test tomorrow so I can’t hang out, my allergies are acting up again so I can’t hang out.

“I’m moving to Korea next month.”

I’m on another continent, so I can’t hang out.

You remember the words not quite making sense at the time. “Oh? How long are you staying there?” you said, taking a bite of your strawberry ice cream which Jake had insisted on paying for, even though you knew he didn’t get much allowance.

“Forever.”

You stopped chewing, and the ice cream melted uncomfortably in your mouth. You don’t know how long you stayed there, frozen as you stared at your best friend in disbelief. It wasn’t until he lightly shoved your shoulder, only meeting your eyes for a split second, that you remembered to swallow and to say something.

“Forever as in… You won’t live here anymore? At all?”

Jake shook his head. He kept his eyes trained on the vanilla-chocolate ice cream sandwich he’d left in its wrapper. In the blazing hot Brisbane summer, it had probably fully melted two minutes ago. “At all.”

“Oh,” was all you found yourself able to say. For some reason, you hoped that continuing to eat your ice cream would stop you from crying, but to no avail. Hot, salty tears quickly started raining down your cheeks, mixing with the sweetness of your ice cream when they reached your lips. 

“It’s my dad’s work. Same reason why I moved here when we were kids in the first place. They wanted him here then, they want him back there now. We just have to follow,” Jake explained, sounding just as upset as you felt.

“Right.”

“Are you mad at me?” Jake asked, worry clear in his voice, and finally turned to face you. At the sight of you crying, he let out a small oh, tears of his own pooling in his eyes.

You frowned. “Of course not. I’m never mad at you, you know that. I just… You’re my best friend, Jakey. It’s gonna be so lame around here without you.”

“It’ll be lame there without you, too.”

You attempted a smile. “Well, of course. But at least you’ll get to make new friends, see new places. You’ll be in a whole other country, I’m sure you’ll have fun there. I’m gonna be stuck in boring old Brisbane for the foreseeable future.”

“Do you know how offended our friends would be if they heard you speaking right now?” he asked, nudging your shoulder with his.

You sniffled and let out a chuckle. “They’re all great, but… I don’t like them nearly as much as I like you,” you said, staring down at your hands, hoping he wouldn’t realise exactly what you meant by that statement.

A weight was lifted off of your shoulders when Jake answered. “I like you the most too, Y/N.” You tried not to think too much about whether he’d meant it platonically or romantically - none of that mattered anymore. All that mattered was the feeling of his arms around you, his warmth enveloping your whole body, his familiar scent that you already missed. 

You felt him take a deep breath against you before he pulled away. He sniffled and did his best to put on a smile. “Right, enough of that. I’m not leaving until next month, so don’t think you’re rid of me just yet,” he joked, and it helped alleviate the weight on your heart, even if just a little. “You said you had something to tell me? Good news after bad news, and all that.”

“Oh. Right. I forgot about that.”

You thought for a second. Today was the day you had planned to confess your feelings to Jake - you’d only told him you had good news to share. But what was the point now that he was leaving? If he felt the same way, it would only make his departure that much harder, and if he didn’t, it would ruin your last moments together. It just wasn’t worth it.

Jake tilted his head, waiting for you to speak. In a split second, you made yourself forget your disappointment over having built the courage to tell him how you felt only for it all to fall through, and resolved to make the most of Jake’s last month here. You wiped your tears and mirrored his small smile as best you could. “Um, it wasn’t anything much. My mum made those cowboy cookies you like.”

Jake’s head fell back as he groaned in anticipation. “If she wasn’t happily married with three kids, I’d marry your mum. Let’s go right now.”

You laughed. “There’d be a bit of an age gap there.”

“We’d make it work,” Jake joked, throwing his arm around your shoulders as you walked towards your house. He beamed down at you, his bright, boyish smile that you loved to bits, and you beamed up at him as you grabbed the hand that hung off your shoulder in your own.

You walked as happily as you could. “Do you even speak Korean?” you suddenly asked.

Jake halted abruptly in his steps, a gravely offended look on his face. When you looked back at him in confusion, he rolled his eyes and started walking again, pulling you with him. “It’s literally my mother tongue, Y/N. I speak it every day at home.”

“Oh, right.”

At the time, you thought nothing could come between you and Jake. Not anyone, not anything, neither distance nor time. But they did. A week after he’d left, a boy from your class you’d talked to maybe once or twice asked you out on a date. You weren’t sure why, but you said yes. Then you said yes to being his girlfriend, even though you didn’t like him all that much, and you even said yes to reducing your texting with Jake because it made him jealous. When you’d broken up with him and wanted to catch up with Jake and apologise for your absence, you’d found that his new school in Seoul was a lot more demanding than yours in Brisbane, and he had to spend most of his evenings in academies if he wanted to get into a nice university. It’s when you learned that he’d be staying in South Korea for college that you decided to leave Australia too. Brisbane was a lot less fun without him there - why bother staying? You couldn’t go to him because of the language barrier and the cost of university there. If you were to essentially uproot your life, might as well go somewhere you could get a scholarship and understand the people around you. 

It seemed insane that someone you had thought would be by your side for the rest of your life, someone that was part of your most cherished memories, had been reduced to someone you casually texted once in a while. It seems even more insane that now that you’re finally done essentially grieving your friendship with Jake, he stands in front of you again, six inches taller but still donning those puppy-like eyes and smile of his.

For your sake, you just hoped you wouldn’t be as in love with him at twenty as you were at fourteen.

--

The next day, you show Jake around campus, which wouldn’t normally take more than ten minutes, but takes double that time because of the sheer amount of people there. Between the Societies Fair taking up most of the square, the tour guides leading freshers, walking slowly and taking in their new campus, and the pizza and drinks stands, freshers’ week always turns campus into what feels like the busiest place on Earth. You try not to let it hit a nerve for Jake’s sake, who’s clearly ecstatic at all the activity, but you like this place a lot more when it’s quieter. You walk through the Fair, laughing as Jake marvels at all the different clubs and societies at the Uni. 

“Gardening Society? Dungeons & Dragons Society? Wine society?” he exclaims, astonishment growing with every passing stand.

“And this is only the first day. They also have a Taylor Swift Society.” He grabs a flyer from about every society, even though you know he’ll join between two to zero of them. 

When you walk out, there’s a girl handing out samples of shampoo and conditioner, and you let her give you one, more out of politeness than anything. 

“These are so useless,” you start, and Jake chuckles, unaware of the incoming rant. “I had that job of distributing them last year, and we would get a tip if we gave them all out. So naturally I put a bunch in my bag, but then I had to use them for like two weeks.” You sigh. “First of all, my hair did not like it. And second, the ratio is so off. There’s way more conditioner than shampoo when it should be the other way around, so you have to condition your hair even though it’s not properly clean. So stupid.”

“Sounds terrible,” Jake says, laughing. “Is that why you’re not doing it this year?”

“Oh… Not really. I dated the guy that takes care of this promo stuff, so it would’ve been kinda awkward…” you trail, immediately wishing you could backtrack on conversation. Talking about your ex with Jake wasn’t on your to-do list for today. Or ever.

“You dated your boss?”

“The manager, yeah, I guess. He was only 24, though, don’t worry.”

“I’m more worried about the power imbalance than the age gap there.”

You shrug, looking down at your shoes. “It’s not like he was that high up.”

“So, what happened? Why did you break up?”

“Well, he acted like our four-year age difference meant he could treat me like a little kid. It was nice being taken care of at first but then I realised how condescending he was and dumped him.”

“How long were you together?”

You pause. “Two weeks,” you admit abashedly, making Jake chuckle. “At least he didn’t waste my time and showed his red flags early on.”

“Any boyfriends since?” he asks, and you wonder whether you’re making up the unsure tone of his voice. As if he’s curious, but doesn’t want to show it too much. You hope you’re not making it up.

“A few, but they never last very long with me,” you say, a meek smile on your lips. “Furthest I got was three months.”

“And why didn’t it work out with three-months-guy?”

“He started comparing me to his mum a bit too often.”

“Ouch.”

“Yeah, I ran out of there without looking back.”

“Well, it’s nice to see you’ve got high standards. I would hate to see you date just any loser.”

You want to say, High standards or issues?, but you don’t want to make it weird, so you play it cool instead. “I would never. I have a mental checklist with everything a guy needs to have for me to date him.”

“A checklist? I have to hear about this.”

You sigh, debating whether you should tell him about it. Would he notice it’s based on him? Would he notice the only person that could tick practically every box was none other than him? Jake gently elbows your side, goading you on. When you look at him, he’s got a shit-eating grin playing on his lips, and you give in. You look off into the distance as you start listing your requirements. “Well, there’s all your basics like funny, taller than me but not too much, ‘cause I don’t want neck cramps, smart, takes uni seriously, has plans for his future, easy to talk to, not emotionally stunted and can actually have a vulnerable conversation. It’s also a bonus if he has a nice face.”

“How much of a bonus?”

You think for a second. “It’s more a dealbreaker than a bonus, actually. Nice smile is a must, definitely.”

“Okay. Got any more specifics?”

“I do have some particular ones. It’s nice if he’s a reader, but it’s terrible if it makes him think he’s better than everyone or if he tries to sound smarter than me. I like it if he has experience, I don’t want to have to teach him everything. But obviously I don’t want him to still be in love with his ex. Guys and their first loves, I swear… I also don’t really like picky eaters.” You look over at Jake and take a double-take. He’s typing away on his phone, but because of his privacy screen protector, you can’t see anything. You huff. “I also don’t like it if he has those protective screens on his phone. What’s on there that’s so important that I can’t take a peek? What are you even doing?”

The sweet sound of Jake’s giggles erases any trace of annoyance that you felt seconds ago. He turns his screen towards you, showing the list of mostly ticked boxes that he’s written up. “See? I check most of these,” he says with a proud smile. “Guess your standards aren’t that high.” You don’t tell him that your standards are high, he’s just that amazing. 

You do your best to look only amused at this even though inside, you’re all but freaking out. “Which are you missing?”

“Well, I clearly own a privacy screen. And I don’t have much experience. Not nearly as much as you, by the sounds of it,” he admits, somewhat sheepish. “But other than that, I’m practically the perfect man for you.” He looks down at you with a smile so bright, it makes you wish you had brought sunglasses. It takes everything in you not to scream right then and there. Yes, Jake, you are the perfect man for me, but I wish you wouldn’t say it like it was a joke.

You let out a stiff chuckle, and, rather than saying something stupid and possibly damaging, shift the conversation to him. “What do you mean by not much experience? Have you not dated anyone?”

Jake sighs. “Nope, not anyone. I went on a few dates, you know, went through a few talking stages and all that, but it never went much further. There was always something…” He glances at you then. “Missing.”

“I know that feeling,” you say with a chuckle, and he laughs too, a breathy sound.

“I don’t have a checklist to pinpoint what it is, though.”

You smile. “You should try, it might help.”

“I just… I guess I’m like you in that I also have high standards. But it made me not even want to give anyone a chance, especially since I knew it wouldn’t end up anywhere.”

“Don’t tell me no one has ever managed to reach the great Jake Sim’s standards?” you ask, trying to keep your tone light.

Jake smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “Of course someone has. She’s the whole reason I have standards in the first place. It’s not my standards I compare people to, it’s her.”

Jealousy has never made you feel as sad as it is right now. “And… it didn’t work out between you?”

Jake looks at you, eyes searching for something in yours but seemingly not finding it, and so he turns his gaze away. You don’t know why you feel so disappointed. “Nope,” he says, popping the ‘p’. “She didn’t feel the same way.”

Whoever this girl is, you can’t believe how stupid she is for passing up the opportunity to have Jake Sim. “That’s… It sucks, I’m sorry,” you say. You don’t think spitting on this girl would make him feel any better, so you keep those thoughts to yourself.

“It’s okay,” he says with a small smile. “It was a while ago already.”

“Doesn’t sound like you’re quite over it, though,” you say, and you’re surprised but glad to see his smile widen.

“That’s true.” His eyes meet yours again. “I don’t think I’ll be over her anytime soon, either.” You have to look away to shield the pain that flashes through your eyes from him.

Pretending you don’t have feelings for your best friend and that you’re okay with him being in love with someone else is like riding a bike: even after years of not doing it, it only takes a few minutes for you to be able to do it perfectly again. Muscle memory, if you will. So you sigh dramatically and throw your arm around Jake’s shoulder, slightly pulling him down to your level. “Don’t worry. We’re going to have so much fun this year, you’ll completely forget about her. Promise. She doesn’t know what she’s missing. Yeah?” 

He smiles down at you. You want nothing more but that glint of melancholy in his eyes to be gone. “Yeah.”

--

Jake is only half-glad to see you haven’t changed much from your childhood and early teenage years. You’re still just as pretty, just as warm; it’s still as comfortable to be around you. You’re also still as dense.

Then and now, he did everything he could to make his feelings for you very, very obvious. Either you’re completely oblivious, or the idea of dating him is so horrifying to you, you understand but pretend you don’t. He really hopes it’s the former. 

He arrived in Edinburgh just a bit over a week ago, and you’ve seen each other almost every day. Out of those times, there isn’t a single one where he hasn’t tried to send something your way - something that says, hey, what if we stopped being friends and dated instead? Wouldn’t that be cool? Can’t you see how desperately I love you?, but you never latch on. The ball’s in your court, and he wants you to throw it back, but it’s been feeling more like a boomerang that always hits him right in the face when it circles back than a game of catch.

But he’s reminding himself not to be too greedy. Even if it’s just as friends, at least he has you back, so he’s satisfied with that. For now.

His first class of the year is on the following Tuesday morning, a ninety-minute seminar specifically made for exchange students called Discover Scotland. (He has Mondays free, resulting in a three-day weekend, which you and your 9am Monday tutorial are very envious of.) As interesting as the English Lit courses he’s taking seem, it’s this one he’s most looking forward to - except for the one class he shares with you, of course. Not even because of the seminars themselves, which will be about all sorts of topics on Scottish culture and history, but because of the coursework, as crazy as that sounds. It consists of a singular project, not due until the very last day of the semester, in which he has to travel to at least three different places in the country, research its background and provide a detailed account of his experience there. It can take any form: a written report, an in-class presentation, a podcast, anything. He could even film a TikTok if he wanted. Jake knew that being part of the Arts & Crafts club for two years in a row back in Seoul wasn’t for nothing - his scrapbooking skills would finally have their time to shine. 

That afternoon, he practically snatches you as you come out of your lecture, giving you little time to say bye to your friends, and makes you take him to the biggest stationary store you know in the city. If he wants to ace this project, he will need supplies. Many, many supplies. And it’s more fun shopping if you’re with him. You seem happy following him around the store, and when he asks you if you want to come on his trips with him, he can pretend it’s because you seem so excited about his project and not because he had thought of you accompanying him as soon as he heard about it.

As you stand in line at the till, you tell him that if he wants to start his project now, you could go to the beach together. You raise your eyebrows at him when he snaps your head towards you. “There’s a beach here?!”

“Did you not look at a map before coming here?” you ask, amused.

“I guess I didn’t…” he says, distraught at the new information. It only lasts a second, though. “Okay, let’s go now.”

“Now?” you echo, and he nods. “But-” you start, but are interrupted by your thoughts. “I guess there’s no reason not to. The weather’s nice and it’s not like I have any uni work yet. Let’s go,” you agree, looking up at him with a smile. You’re so pretty he almost forgets to look away, until the employee calls Next in a bored drawl. 

An hour later, you’re at the beach, barefoot on the sand and ice cream in hand. Strawberry for you and vanilla for him, he notes with a smile. Really not much has changed, he thinks. From the sand, to the water, to the promenade along the beach, Portobello is worlds away from the beaches back home in Australia, or those of Jeju Island. But it’s still nice, and because you’re with him, it’s even better. You’ve been walking around for an hour, splashing each other with water and mercilessly ruining sandcastles left behind before he realises you technically came here for his project. He writes down things he doesn’t want to forget on his phone and snaps a few pictures, sneaking a few of you when you’re not looking. He wants to tell you how beautiful you are with your hair blowing in the wind and the way the chill bites at your cheeks, but he keeps it a secret between him and his Notes app. 

Even though he lives two stops further down, he gets off from the bus with you, containing his excitement as best he can when you invite him up for a cup of tea. “Depends. What tea do you have?” he asks, trying and failing to play it cool. He’s just grateful he doesn’t have to come up with an excuse to spend more time with you.

You roll your eyes playfully as you unlock the front door to your building. “I can make you hot chocolate, Mister Tea-Is-For-Old-People.”

He chuckles. “Actually, I’ll have you know I started drinking tea at uni.” When you turn around to look at him, a surprised look on your face, he nods proudly. “Mh-hm. I got addicted to caffeine very quickly into first year so I started drinking black tea for the sake of my heart,” he explains.

“God,” you say breathily, sounding mildly horrified. “A caffeine addiction sounds intense.”

“It was, yeah,” he says, laughing as he follows you into your flat. 

Yunjin and Chaewon are sitting at the living room table, watching an episode of what he thinks is Gossip Girl, and they greet him as normally as these two can, but he wonders what the knowing look they exchange is all about. He’d met them the previous weekend when you had all gone for drinks together, along with Jay, Yunjin’s boyfriend, and they had all but grilled him on his relationship with you. He hadn’t thought much of it, chalking it up to your friends feeling protective of you, and truthfully, he was just happy to get to talk about you. But now, he was wondering if you had told them anything about him that made them so curious about him. If you did, he hoped it was something positive.

He stands awkwardly in the kitchen, chatting with you as you boil the water and get cups out, but he can feel their gazes burning the back of his head. Clearly, whatever conversation he’s having with you, he’s also having it with them. “How do you take your tea?” you ask.

“Um, three sugars and lots of milk, please,” he says, smiling innocently when you slowly turn to look at him, a mix of disapproval, disgust, and offence on your face. 

You sigh deeply. “I mean, I’ll do it, but I’m not sure that’s even tea anymore.”

“You’re one to talk, Miss Caramel Frappuccino,” he says, recycling your bad joke from earlier.

“At least I don’t claim to be drinking coffee when I order a frap,” you argue. “And this is how you battled your coffee addiction? You’ll be getting another kind of heart problem, Jakey.” He doesn’t know if you even notice your use of his old nickname - the first time you’ve used it since he’s been here - but you don’t make a big deal of it, so he doesn’t either. Not outwardly, at least. Mentally, he’s running laps around your small kitchen.

Jake laughs it off. “I thought I came here for tea, not a health check-up,” he says, smile growing wider at the sight of yours. 

“Right, sorry,” you say, giggling. “I’ll make your tea just how you like it,” you add in a sweet voice. Jake knows you’re just doing it as a joke, but it still manages to make butterflies erupt in his stomach. 

His tea tastes even sweeter that day.

--

A few days after your impromptu trip to the beach, you’re waiting for Jake outside of his class. He heard of this donut shop he “absolutely needs to visit” and is dragging you along with him - well, “dragging” is a big word considering you’d follow him anywhere. You got here a few minutes early, not needing much of a reason to leave the library, so you scroll through your feed until Jake calls out your name. You’re only mildly surprised to see Jay leaving the classroom behind him.

“Y/N! Can you believe that Jay and I are in the same class?” he says excitedly as the two boys walk toward you. You feel like a dog owner being greeted by their over-enthusiastic dog after a long day (about three hours) of being apart.

“I can believe it, actually. You two do the same degree.”

You exchange quick greetings with Jay before the three of you start heading out. As you walk, Jake throws his arm around your shoulders so casually, it almost throws you off balance. Physical contact always came easy to him, but there’s something about him doing it next to someone else that catches you off guard. It reminds you of walking somewhere with Jay and Yunjin as they discretely held hands. It makes you feel like it’s not the three of you, but Jay with the two of you. Like you and Jake come as a pair rather than as two individuals. 

All of that from a simple arm around your shoulders.

Jake asking you in a very unsubtle whisper whether Jay can come with brings you out of your head and back into the conversation. “Yeah, of course,” you say, smiling. It’s not a bad idea to have Jay along: hanging out with someone else might snap you out of your delusion.

Most of the walk to the shop is done in laughter as Jake and Jay realise how much random stuff they have in common, from their peanut allergies to the embarrassing Harry Potter phase they had as fifteen-year-olds. Grassmarket is really busy on Friday afternoons, and there’s a bit of a queue of other donut-enjoyers in front of the boutique, but you don’t mind. The sun is shining down gently on the square and it gives you time to choose your donut out of the ten or so flavours available. In the end, you go for white chocolate and raspberry, while Jake chooses Biscoff and Jay, tiramisu. 

“My friend Sunghoon would love this,” he says after taking a hearty bite. “He goes crazy over tiramisu. Like a cat with catnip.”

Jake chuckles, mouth full of Biscoff. “That’s funny, I also have a friend named Sunghoon who loves tiramisu back in Seoul.”

Jay punches Jake’s shoulder, eyes wide in amusement and shock. “Bro, that’s crazy. You have to be lying at this point,” he says, but Jake shakes his head fervently. 

“I promise I’m not. I’ve even saved his number with the tiramisu emoji.”

“There’s a tiramisu emoji?” Jay asks, already over questioning the existence of Jake’s Sunghoon.

The conversation circles back to the courses you’re all taking this semester, and Jake tells Jay about Discover Scotland and the trips he’s planned so far. “Well, if you really want to discover Scotland as a student, you need to go on a night out in Glasgow,” Jay says. Going by the look on Jake’s face, Jay’s idea seems to have struck a chord in him.

“Y/N?”

You nod, finishing your mouthful of donut before speaking. “Yeah, Glasgow’s really fun. We should go,” you say, laughing when the two boys high-five in victory. Between the train, the drinks and the club entry, going out isn’t a cheap ordeal, and getting to and fro also takes a while - even so, the smile on Jake’s face makes it worth it. 

He wipes some raspberry jam from the corner of your mouth, shooting you a wink, and you want to disintegrate right then and there, become one with the bench you’re sitting on and never have to face him again. The conversation resumes as Jay tells Jake about all the best places to go out in Glasgow, but you don’t hear a word - the feeling of Jake’s thumb so close to your lips takes away your ability for coherent thought.

“It’s decided, then. We’re going out tomorrow night,” Jay loudly announces. “Let me gather the troops.”

That’s how you find yourself in line for the club the next day, already tipsy from pre-drinking on the train and at the pub. It’s still warm enough for you and the girls to wear as little clothing as you want, but Jake insisted on giving you his flannel jacket anyway. If not for the warmth it brings, you’re glad to have his scent enveloping you.

The five of you work exceptionally well together. You, Chaewon and Yunjin have been a given since you met in first year, and Jay and Yunjin went so well together that he was but a natural addition to your little group. Jake’s only been here for over a week, but it’s like he’s always been around, and you couldn’t be happier about it. Him and Jay hit it off immediately, and although the girls needed some time to warm up to him (it’s not everyday that you meet your friend’s ex-best-friend she’s practically always been in love with; you understand why they might’ve been wary at first), they now tease him just as relentlessly as they do Jay. He takes it like a champ.

For a little while, you watch your friends speaking over each other, bickering over nothing, a smile on your face. Two pints of cider and some of Jay’s fancy vodka have made you more grateful than ever for them - if you drink too much in the club, you’ll be hugging them and crying about how much you love them. You’re not sure what that might look like around Jake, so you decide to keep yourself in check for the night. 

It takes about thirty minutes before you manage to get into the club. It’s not coat check season yet, so you head straight to the bar. “Sunghoon said he’d meet us here,” Jay says, lifting his head to spot his friend in the sea of drunk students. “Oh yeah, there he is! Hoon, hey!” 

You hear a loud “Jongseong!” being shouted from somewhere in the crowd, but you’re not sure who Jay is waving at until a boy whose face is mostly eyebrows is standing - well, standing as best as he can, with the copious amount of alcohol he’s obviously already consumed - in front of you. He gives Jay a hug and the three of you a nod of his head, a lopsided smile on his face. When he turns to Jake, his eyebrows lift first, then his face breaks into a wide grin.

“Jake, my man!” he shouts, taking a stunned Jake’s hand and bringing him into a hug. 

“Sunghoon? What the hell are you doing here?” he asks, chuckling and frowning in confusion. 

“I’m just partying, man! Same as you!”

“No, I mean here in Scotland, you dumbass!”

“You two know each other?” Jay asks, looking back and forth between his two friends.

“Jake’s my man!” Sunghoon exclaims, unhelpful and stumbling as he throws an arm around his man’s shoulders. Jake shoots you a distressed look but you just laugh at him.

“This is Tiramisu Sunghoon I told you about,” Jake says, helping Sunghoon stand up straight.

“God, what I would do for a tiramisu right now,” Sunghoon says, looking at Yunjin like she might relate. She chuckles awkwardly.

“I have no idea what he’s doing in Scotland, though. Hoon, I thought you were going to NYU for your exchange?”

Sunghoon pauses to think for a second, looking like he’s never heard of NYU in his life. “Oh, that! Yeah, I did an online orientation thing and… it did not go well. Let’s just say there’s someone in New York City who wants me dead,” he says conspiratorially. You all stare at him but he gives no further explanation. On your right, you hear Yunjin whisper what the fuck under her breath. “So I transferred here instead!”

“I didn’t know you were an exchange student,” Jay says, still looking just as confused.

“Yeah, man! But anyways, let’s not talk about uni right now. I’m on a bender, day three, baby! Do not talk to me tomorrow,” he says, chuckling until the smile suddenly drops from his face. “I mean that.” You look around yourself, glad to find everyone is just as baffled as you. “Let’s party!” Sunghoon cheers, intoxicated grin back on his lips. Jake and Jay follow, but you and the girls stay back for a second, taking in everything that has just happened.

“That. Is the most beautiful man I have ever seen,” Chaewon blurts, staring blankly at the spot Sunghoon stood in a second ago.

“Yeah, he also seems to be a raging alcoholic. And he’s what, twenty-one?” Yunjin says, a scowl on her face. 

“I could fix him.”

“Okay, let’s go,” you say, grabbing your friends by their wrists before either of them can say something worse.

Feeling generous, Sunghoon buys shots for all six of you, and you quickly down them before heading to the dancefloor. On your way there, a group of sober-looking girls hand Chaewon a giant, still almost full jug of red liquid, something that costs at least twelve pounds here. They say they’re leaving and don’t need it anymore, smiling as you profusely and astonishedly thank them. You look at your friends, mentally weighing the risk and drugging possibility this might present, but shrug and pass the jug around after taking hearty sips anyway. It tastes so much like fizzy cherries that you wonder if it even contains any alcohol, but sure enough, twenty minutes later, the three of you are spinning around on the dancefloor, screaming the lyrics to your favourite pop songs at the top of your lungs. Jake at a club is a completely foreign sight to you, and you can’t stop laughing at all the silly moves he pulls. 

You’re shaking your whole body to a Nicki song from the early 2010s when you suddenly feel a hand on your hip. Before you can turn around and slap whoever this random man is that thinks he can touch you, a familiar voice whispers it’s just me in your ear, and you simultaneously relax and tense up knowing that Jake is standing right behind you. “There’s a creep staring at you,” he explains, lips and breath gently tickling your ear as he speaks. You look around the room and quickly notice a man standing in a corner, drink in one hand and the other in his pocket, unmoving as he eyes you with a smirk so slimy it makes your stomach turn. To avoid his gaze, you turn around, but you’re not sure the sight you’re met with is much better for you.

Jake peers down at you, eyes slightly glossed over and cheeks flushed from the alcohol, jaw locked in annoyance. He glances at the guy in the corner, who you assume is still staring when you feel Jake’s hands brush along your sides until they reach your waist. His gaze returns to your face as he brings you a step closer to him. Reflexively, you wrap your arms around his neck. 

“Is this okay?” he mouths. All you can do is meekly nod. You watch as his eyes deliberately scan your face, going down and down. Time stills when they reach your lips and stay there. It’s like someone has put the booming music of the club on mute, and the only thing you can hear is your heart loudly beating in your ears. You suddenly feel very sober.

You swear Jake’s face is slowly inching its way towards yours when you’re abruptly taken away. Yunjin has grabbed you by the forearm, leading you and Chaewon to the bathroom as she chants “Bathroom break! Bathroom break!”, clearly unaware of the moment she’s just interrupted.

Because of the queue for the girls’ bathroom and Chaewon’s decision to console this random girl who was in the middle of a breakdown, it’s not until half-an-hour later that you emerge back into the crowd. You spot the boys at a table, two empty shots each in front of them and all three with a beer in hand. They will not be happy checking their bank accounts tomorrow morning. 

“Y/N! You’re back!” Jake calls out happily when he spots you, and you can tell right away that he’s much drunker than when you left him. His whole face is flush, his eyes don’t open quite all the way, and a lopsided smile won’t leave his lips - even like this, he’s so pretty that you want to grab his hand and take him somewhere it’s just the two of you. 

Chaewon gets drinks for the three of you and then you’re dancing again. It’s already one am at this point, and the remaining two hours until the club closes, fueled with alcohol and good music, go by in a flash. Before you know it, the DJ is playing All of Me by John Legend and the lights have been turned on, clear signs that you’re overstaying your welcome. The few people that have made it to closing time stumble out of the club and into the street, heading for either the nearest subway stop or the next party of the night. Since there are no trains at this time, your group walks to the close-by bus station, listening to Jake and Sunghoon grumble about how the clubs in Seoul don’t close until at least five or six and how trains run all night there. 

The bus is already at the station when you get there, and the driver doesn’t seem too pleased about having six mildly drunk kids get on his bus, but he’s probably used to questionable people taking public transport at this time of the day anyway. Physically, Sunghoon is sitting across from you, but mentally, he’s off somewhere far, far from this bus. With his head against the window and mouth wide open, saliva pooling at the corner of his lips, he looks like he’s any second away from obnoxiously snoring. Jay and Yunjin are sitting somewhere you can’t see them, probably eating each other’s faces; she once told you they had their “most mind-blowing sex” when both a little drunk, and much to your dismay, you haven’t been able to get that piece of information out of your head since. Chaewon is on the phone to her long-distance bestie Sakura, for whom it’s a nice eleven in the morning right now. 

This means that you and Jake are left alone, both of you still tipsy and not tired enough to fall asleep. You drop your head on Jake’s shoulder, and not only does he let you, he also takes your hand in his, interlacing your fingers and placing them atop his thigh. Clumsily, because he now has to use his left hand, Jake slips his phone out of his back pocket and shows you the photos he took all evening. As the night progresses, they get blurrier and blurrier, so much so that towards the end, you can’t tell what he was even trying to capture, and you laugh at how inappropriate some of these would be to submit in a university project. 

When he softly says your name, you don’t raise your head, simply humming to let him know you’re listening. You close your eyes, cherishing the way your name sounds on his lips. It’s his tone, tentative and vulnerable as he tells you there’s something he’s been wanting to ask you, that makes you look up at him. He, however, won’t meet your eyes, and settles his gaze on the window, even though it’s so dark outside you can’t make out a thing.

“How come you never replied to my letter? I know it’s been ages, but… I still find myself wondering about it.” The question is softly asked and you know he by no means wants to hurt you, but it still feels like a punch to the throat. You hadn’t remembered who it was that had sent the last letter, while he’d been wondering all these years why his words had been left unanswered. 

He seems set on not looking at you, so you rest your head back on his shoulder. Your hand is still in his. “I’m not sure, Jakey. I’m sorry,” you say, aware it’s not a satisfying answer. You’ve thought about why you and Jake had stopped talking for hours on end; you’ve discussed it with your friends and your mum, looked at it from all sorts of angles, tried to come up with real reasons other than time pulling you apart. But now that Jake himself is asking you about it, the words don’t come easy. You’ve theorised that you were afraid putting effort into sustaining your friendship would only hurt you in the end, because it was just that - a friendship. You could fool yourself into thinking you were okay only being friends with him when he was with you, that putting your feelings aside was worth it since you could at least spend time with him. But now that he was away, you didn’t have that anymore - it just hurt. So what was the point? And how could you phrase all this without betraying your feelings for him?

“Our letters were so sparse anyway back then, even our texts and calls were getting less and less frequent… And whenever I had a new boyfriend, I’d get into the same argument about being too close to you over and over again, even though you were literally on another continent.” 

“You know, I always felt sorry about that.”

“About what?”

“Those boyfriends of yours. I felt like you waited for me to leave before you started dating-”

“It wasn’t like that!” you exclaim, lifting your head again. Finally, he meets your eyes, gaze softening upon seeing your affronted expression. “It wasn’t like that,” you repeat, relaxing your tone. “If anything, they were the ones that waited for you to be gone. I'm sorry I let their jealousy get to me.”

Jake smiles, the tenderness in his gaze making your whole body turn to jelly. He squeezes your hands. “It’s okay. I just… I felt like I was always in the way of your relationships, even after I left.”

“You don’t have to feel sorry about that. They should’ve had more trust in me.”

He pauses, gaze dropping down to your intertwined hands. “I would’ve been jealous.” When his eyes find yours again, there’s something in them that you quite can’t place. It creates a ball of nerves that pull at your stomach. “If I were dating you, and you had a guy friend you were as close with as we were back then, I’d be jealous. You know, I’d assume he had feelings for you. And that you might have feelings for him, too.”

Because I did, you think. I did, and I still do. You try to communicate that thought to Jake, but telepathy works especially bad when one has as much alcohol coursing through their veins as you do right now. So instead, you say the opposite of what you’re thinking, turning away from Jake to avoid his gaze. You watch the dribble of saliva trickle from Sunghoon’s lips. “That’s not a great view of male-female friendship.” 

Jake’s retort comes immediately. “But we were different, right?”

His words echo through your head until they make even less sense than they did initially. Different from what? From who? You’re not sure - but you like the idea of you and Jake being different, special. You especially like the idea of Jake thinking so. So you look at him and smile. “Right.” 

Slowly, his grin fades and turns into a worried expression. “Y/N?”

“Mm?”

“We’re still different now, aren’t we?”

You want to wrap him in your arms so tightly neither of you can breathe. You settle for running a hand through his hair and pinching his cheek. “Course we are.” Your whole being relaxes when his face breaks into a smile again. 

--

The next morning, you wake up to Yunjin plopping down on your bed unceremoniously, shaking you awake, and asking you if you want anything from Snax Café. On one hand, you’re grateful that she thought of you and that in thirty minutes’ time, you’ll have the greasiest sausage wrap and hash browns known to man in your hand; on the other, you’d like to think that she knows you well enough to know to order your regular from there without asking. But that’s probably the hangover talking.

You stumble out of bed, thanking last night’s you for having remembered to take headache medicine before crashing. Even if your stomach is very upset with the copious amount of alcohol it needs to rid your body of, and your throat is begging for water, at least your head doesn’t feel like it’s been split into two. As Yunjin barges into Chaewon’s room just as she had done yours, you head for the kitchen to get yourself a tall glass of revitalising tap water. You’re only mildly surprised to find Sunghoon passed out on your living room couch - it takes you a few seconds to remember that the three of you took pity on him when you learned he lived over an hour’s walk from the station, so you let him spend the night on your uncomfortable, cold leather sofa. While you down your glass in three gulps, you hear Yunjin shaking Sunghoon awake and asking him loudly if he wanted something from Snax.

“Fuck, I’d kill for a Snax right now,” he groggily says before he’s even opened his eyes. When he does, they dart around the room until they land on Yunjin, who's crouching in front of him. He looks like he thought her question was asked in a dream and not in real life. He also looks like he's not quite sure where he is, or who Yunjin is. It isn’t until Jay comes wobbling out of Yunjin’s bed to the couch opposite Sunghoon that the memories seem to piece back together in his head. The three of you watch him like he’s an unstable mental patient and you’re his doctors. 

“No need for that, I’m ordering it on Deliveroo.” He nods his head and goes back to sleep for the time being. 

Just as you’re about to text Jake, your phone rings with a call from him. His raspy morning voice as he asks you whether you slept well makes you want to put your head in an oven heated at 200 degrees Celsius. However, you resist the urge, and answer him with a smile, then ask him the same question.

“I slept pretty well too. I’d have slept in longer but one of my flatmates decided to have a Sunday fucking brunch and his friends are so loud. Can I come over?”

You’re very aware of the other people in the room, especially of Chaewon who has just walked in and is eyeing you suspiciously as if to say, Why are you smiling so hard at ten in the morning? You know the girls would jump at any opportunity to tease you about Jake, and with the added presence of Sunghoon in the room, you can’t have that. So you stifle the giggles bubbling in your throat and answer as nonchalantly as you can. It also gives you the chance to reflect on why Jake Sim asking you whether he can come over makes you want to giggle like a giddy schoolgirl so much.

(Maybe it’s because when it comes to him, you’re still the giddy schoolgirl you used to be.)

“Yeah, of course. I was going to ask you if you wanted anything from Snax, actually.”

“Snax? What’s that?”

“Oh my God, Jake, am I about to introduce you to Snax right now?”

Twenty minutes later, the six of you are sitting around your small living room table, all varying amounts of tired, dehydrated and famished as you dig into your breakfast. Given your current levels of energy, it’s fairly quiet; plus, the food hits such a spot that it’s hard to talk and eat at the same time. Jake eats like he’s never had a breakfast wrap and hash brown in his life. It’s an endearing sight if you’ve ever seen one. 

You spend the afternoon together, watching movies curled up in your bed, and you try desperately not to think about the implications of that - except that’s hard to do when Jake is right next to you, legs and arms ever-so-slightly brushing against yours, his warmth so close yet so out of reach. You purposefully let him pick movies you’ve already seen so that you don’t have to focus on anything but your own thoughts and the faint but dizzying scent of his body wash. The both of you had an innumerable amount of sleepovers as kids, so this shouldn’t feel weird, but it decidedly does, probably because you’re much more aware of him now in a way you weren’t before.  

As hard as you try to figure out what exactly he meant by “different,” you draw a blank. The only way you’ll understand is if you ask him, and you’re far too scared to do that. You don’t want to seem so hung upon a singular word he used when he was tipsy. It might be slightly dramatic, but you felt like some sort of balance had been restored since Jake was back in your life - the problem was it made you scared to do anything that might threaten this newfound equilibrium. It at least seems like different means a good thing to him, and that’s enough for you. 

You look over to him when the second movie comes to an end. He’s sleeping peacefully, lashes caressing the skin under his eyes and cheeks looking rounder than usual. It’d be so easy to reach a finger out and trace the line descending from the top of his forehead to his chin, gliding along the bump of his nose and feeling the plumpness of his rosy lips, but you settle for drawing that line with your eyes instead.  

You don’t think you’ll be able to fall asleep with him next to you and your heart beating so loudly in your ears, but you find yourself waking up a few hours later, the sun already starting to set. Jake is already awake, scrolling on his phone, one arm casually behind his head as if being in your bed is as comfortable to him as being in his own. When he sees you’ve woken up, his honey-coated smile washes warmly over you, and he makes a joke about how he keeps on falling asleep when he’s with you. “I feel that at ease, I guess,” he says, and you hope you’re not making up the small blush that spreads over his cheeks. 

--

Semesters are always a short and intense affair, but this one passes by even quicker with Jake by your side. Before you know it, it’s midterms already, and you and Jake have travelled enough for him to complete his project and make another one just for the hell of it. He had scoured the internet for the cheapest train tickets and most noteworthy sites, planning trips that lasted anywhere between three hours and a day for the two of you. All you needed to do was follow and trust him, which was the easiest thing anyone could’ve asked of you. 

You’ve gone back to Glasgow, during the day, this time, as well as St. Andrews and Aberdeen. You’ve practically visited every loch and castle in a one-hour train ride radius of Edinburgh, and Jake has more lined up for the second part of the semester. He’s even said that your trips should continue being a thing next term, and you couldn’t have agreed faster. With every new destination, every train ride spent looking out a window or laughing about everything and anything, any odd Scottish food you try for the first time, you somehow fall for him a bit deeper. You didn’t know your love for him could bloom any more than it already had - but Jake is the gift that keeps on giving, and, unwillingly or not, he always finds new ways to make your heart speed that much faster.

Attentionate, affectionate, sweet Jake who always makes sure you’re comfortable wherever you go, always gives you his jacket or tucks your hair behind your ear to prevent it from falling in your face. Who, as time passed, grew more touchy, would hold your hand, ruffle your hair, pinch your cheek, which was simultaneously devastating and elating. Who, you could tell, started to linger more, both in his touch and in his gaze. Questions of does he love me back or am I seeing what I want to see? nearly drove you mad. 

--

“I feel like at this point the only way she’ll understand that I like her is if I kill myself and write in my suicide note that it’s her fault for not loving me back.”

Jake has been pacing back and forth in Jay’s living room for approximately twenty minutes, with no end in sight. At least he’ll have gotten most of his ten thousand steps of the day in.

Jay sighs heavily. “Okay, I really don’t think you need to go that far.”

“Sounds romantic to me,” Sunghoon says, mouth full of salted caramel popcorn.

“I hope you never get a girlfriend,” Jay retorts, looking at his deranged friend with a scowl. He turns back to his (slightly more) normal friend and gives him a sympathetic smile. 

“I mean, I told her we were different. Different. That we weren’t like regular friends. I tell her she’s pretty every chance I get. I give her my jacket all the time, even though this country is fucking cold. I’ve even given her a t-shirt of mine, sprayed with my perfume and everything. And don’t get me wrong, I do it ‘cause I love doing that for her-”

“Simp,” Sunghoon snickers.

“But what the hell else can I do? Like, she has to be ignoring it on purpose at this point.” 

“You could always, you know… tell her?”

Jake scoffs, fixing his friend with a derisive look. “Wow. What a great idea, Jay, I never thought of that one before!”

A popcorn lands right on Jay’s cheek. “You’re so clueless, man,” Sunghoon says, a shit-eating smirk on his lips. As if he knows any better.

Jay looks back-and-forth between his friends, an expression on his face like he’s been disparaged. “Sorry, I didn’t know being straightforward and honest was such a bad thing. It would just make things a lot clearer for the both of you.”

“But… I’m scared,” Jake says. 

“Man up!” Sunghoon suddenly yells, punching the sofa next to him, making his friends jump. “How can she ever figure it out if you don’t tell her?”

“You were on my side just a second ago, man, what are you doing?” Jake asks, confusion written all over his face. Sunghoon’s eyes dart back and forth between the two boys, retreating into silence as he stuffs his mouth with another handful of popcorn.

“Just ignore him,” Jay says. “But for once, he did say something that makes a modicum of sense. You think you’re being really obvious, but you might not actually be. Which could be a good sign, you know. I heard girls were super aware of a guy liking them if they weren’t into him, but being totally oblivious if they did like him.”

“Where did you hear that?” Jake asks, an eyebrow raised in suspicion.

“...Instagram Reels,” Jay reluctantly admits, frowning at Sunghoon who bursts into laughter. 

Jake holds the bridge of his nose between two fingers like his head aches. “You’re both so useless, I’m never coming to you with my problems ever again.”

“I’ll pretend I’m not offended by that.”

“I’d rather you didn’t, anyway,” Sunghoon says. He’s smiling but Jake genuinely can’t tell if he’s joking or not.

“But seriously, if you think you’ve done everything, then just do one last thing that’s so obvious she can’t misinterpret it,” Jay says.

“Like what?”

“Like kissing her, or some-”

“Kissing her?!” Jake echoes.

“That’s wild, man,” Sunghoon uselessly butts in.

“It’s just an example, calm yourselves,” Jay says. “Or, again, just straight up tell her how you feel. It’s what I did with Yunjin, and it worked.”

“You and Yunjin are dating?” Sunghoon asks, bewildered.

Jay shakes his head at him. “Where the hell have you been, bro? We were literally cuddling on the couch the other day.”

“I just thought you were really good friends, or something.”

Jake groans, holding his head in his hands. Sunghoon was of no help whatsoever, and Jay was so on point that it annoyed him. Confessing was the only solution - but Jake was so afraid of being rejected and losing your friendship that he had barely entertained the thought. But he had found the courage to do it once, and even though his planned confession had fallen through back then, he could get himself together and do it again. 

It was the day he had told you he was moving to Korea, which he himself had learned that morning. Originally, he’d texted you because he had news to share - good news. Or at least, he hoped they were good. He hoped the soft, lingering looks you gave him weren’t a figment of his imagination but rather the confirmation he needed that you liked him back. He hoped that like him, you cared too much about your friendship to make the first move into something else; that by confessing first, you’d be relieved of that responsibility; that his wish to hold your hand and kiss your forehead wasn’t one-sided. 

He decided not to prepare anything - just a couple sentences that he’d rehearsed over and over in his head. Declarations of love, bouquets of flowers, chocolate and couple keychains, all that could wait until after you’d said yes to being his girlfriend. He didn’t want to win you over just once, he wanted to show you every day how much he loved you. Fourteen-year-old Jake was absolutely head over heels for you; so imagine his disappointment when, as he was getting ready to meet with you, his parents called him downstairs, a tone to their voice Jake wasn’t familiar with, but that couldn’t mean anything good. 

“Your dad’s job is sending us back to Seoul next month,” his mom announced, not beating around the bush. He felt everything quite literally crumbling down around him. His friends in Brisbane, his school, his hobbies, but above all, you. He’d lose it all. And what was the point now in telling you how he felt? If you felt the same way, it would only make his departure that much harder, and if you didn’t, it would ruin your last moments together. It just wasn’t worth it.

What he had planned to be good news turned into the most awful ones. The thought of it happening all over again makes twenty-year-old Jake shudder. But he wouldn’t let himself be trapped by time again - sure, in seven months, the academic year would be over, and he would go back to Korea. But that didn’t mean that those seven months should be spent in agony, or the following ones either, for that matter. You would make it work. What was long-distance to someone who loved someone else as much as Jake loved you?

But he doesn’t want to get ahead of himself. He has to start by really resolving to do this, and in the off-chance that it actually goes in his favour, he’d start worrying about long distance then.

First, he has a trip to plan.

--

You should’ve known that a trip to the Scottish Highlands in the middle of November was a risky choice in terms of weather. The day started off nicely enough - no sign of rain when you woke up or as you watched the sunrise through the train window. Clouds turned the sky a bright white at first, then increasingly greyer and greyer. You feel the first drops of rain after lunch as you walk around a small village. By four pm, it’s pitch black and storming like you’ve rarely seen before. You head into a pub to grab a drink as you wait for the rain to subside, but subside it does not. You end up ordering fish and chips, one each, although one serving is enough to feed three. Even after taking your time eating, the bad weather does not let up. The last train, which is meant to be at eight pm, has been cancelled. Luckily, there’s an inn right across the road from the pub; you have no choice but to spend the night. 

The inn receptionist is sitting so low on her chair, you can barely see her over the desk until you’re standing right over it. Her face is hidden by a book and it’s only when you say hiya that she seems to realise you’re there. You had never heard of the book or of its author, but you recognized the cover design as that of those romance novels with repetitive plots and weirdly misogynistic love interests your mum and every other middle-aged woman was obsessed with.

Her smile widens as she looks between you and Jake. “Hi there. One room for the lovely couple?”

“Oh, we’re not-”

“Yes, please,” Jake interrupts, smiling down at her, then at you. “It’ll be cheaper if we share a room.”

“Our only room with two single beds is already taken, I’m afraid. One double bed okay for you two?”

You feel like you’re about to faint, so you’re glad Jake is there to answer. “Yeah, of course.” How the idea of sharing one bed with you is so okay to him, you’re not sure - granted, you’ve done it before, but this feels different. For all intents and purposes, this is a hotel room you’re staying in. And you’re staying in it with Jake. 

You try to calm your breathing as the receptionist guides you to your room, chatting casually with Jake on the way there. As she unlocks the door for you, she informs you that check-out must be done before eleven in the morning tomorrow, then bids you good night and leaves you to it, still wearing that smile you swear has mischievousness to it. The door clicks shut behind you, and it’s just Jake and you again, together in this small room until tomorrow morning. Your chances of survival are very, very low. 

Your room is a humble one, consisting of a desk, a cupboard, two armchairs, a small, separate bathroom and the infamous bed. Every surface seems to be covered with wood, from the ceiling, to the walls, to the old-fashioned furniture. Only the floor is a soft, beige carpet. Especially with the darkness outside, it makes for a gloomy room until you turn on the lamp by the entrance; it casts a warm, golden light in the room, one that would make you feel at ease if it wasn’t for Jake’s presence next to you. The implications of being essentially trapped in a barely-lit room with him are heavy on your mind, especially when he looks this gorgeous with his hair still damp from the rain and the soft lights playing on his face. 

His voice brings you out of your thoughts. “Right. Do you, um, do you wanna shower first?” he asks, setting his bag on one of the armchairs.

“Oh. Yeah, sure.” There has never been such an awkward tension between the two of you, but you know you’re not doing anything to ease it. You hope a shower will help you get out of your head and make you relax.

You feel the tension leave your muscles under the hot water, but your stomach is still in knots. You’ve never been this nervous around Jake before; back when you were fourteen and again in these past few months, you’d gotten so used to dealing with your unspoken feelings for him that you could almost forget about them when you were with him. They’d come back to you when you were alone and dwelling on the moments you’d spent together, on his words and actions you desperately tried not to read too much into but always ended up doing anyway. But right now, they’ve floated to the surface, becoming as obvious to you as a stain on your skin you can’t rub away. You’re scared Jake will notice it, and, in the worst case scenario you often thought about, would run away and never speak to you again. 

At least the raging storm outside would make that a bit harder.

When you step out of the shower, you curse yourself for not having worn more comfortable clothes on this trip. You definitely can’t wear these jeans and button-up sweater to lounge around. Thankfully, the inn provides two long bathrobes that you could wear over underwear and your tank top, but you wonder where on the scale of inappropriate this would be to wear with Jake in the room. He’s seen you in short pyjama shorts before, but this, like everything else that would usually be normal between the two of you, feels weird today. 

You wrap the bathrobe around yourself, tying it in place around your waist, and decide that it’d only be weird if you made it weird. And if Jake found the sight of your bare legs weird, then he was the weird one.

The scene you’re met with as you walk into the room makes you want to retreat into the bathroom immediately. Jake is lying on the bed with his upper half against the headboard, one leg extended and the other one bent, resting his head against one palm, using his free hand to scroll through his phone. His t-shirt has ridden up slightly, putting the waistband of his Calvin Kleins into view. Worst of all, when he sees you, his face breaks into a grin. 

Your stomach twists when he gives you a once-over, letting his gaze linger on your legs. “Did you bring a bathrobe with you or was it included?” he asks with an annoyingly handsome smirk.

You roll your eyes. “Yes, I bring a bathrobe with me wherever I go,” you say sarcastically. “Now shut up and go shower, you stink.” Reverting to insults is always the solution when you’re internally freaking out.

“Yes, ma’am.” 

He takes so long in the shower that by the time he comes out, you’ve dozed off in bed. As if you were a child, he wakes you up with a boop to the nose, crouching next to the bed and smiling at you. His wet hair falls on his head like that of a movie star in a shower scene, which you find extremely unfair, and his cheeks are red from the warmth of the water. 

“It’s still early. Do you wanna go grab another drink?”

“In our bathrobes?” you say, laughing. “Nah, I don’t really feel like drinking anyway.” Read: I’m not sure what I’ll do with alcohol in me.

“Okay, no worries. Um, I think I saw they had board games in the lobby?”

Your ears perk up at this. “Ooh, what kind of board games?”

Putting jeans on underneath his bathrobe, Jake slips away for a minute and comes back with Monopoly, Uno, and a deck of cards. “They didn’t have much for two players,” he says, dumping everything on the bed. 

You already knew that anything would become fun if you did it with Jake, but you definitely didn’t expect to spend almost five hours just playing Monopoly and card games with him. Neither of you stays put for very long, always switching from sitting criss-cross to laying on your stomach, making fun of the other’s bathrobe even though you’re wearing the exact same thing. You make each other laugh as you make up your own nonsense rules and disregard the laws of your games, attacking the other ruthlessly for a couple extra points or coins. Jake even makes you go get snacks from a corner store that’s miraculously still open because you lose the first round of Uno. 

After some time, Jake lets out a loud yawn, which in turn makes you yawn too. He checks his phone to find that it’s close to midnight already. “Time for bed?” he asks, and your nervousness that had finally dissipated as you played came rushing back. 

You nod. “Yeah, sounds good.”

The two of you clean up before brushing your teeth. Even that, with Jake by your side, becomes a silly affair as he pulls faces in the mirror and nudges your hip with his. You stay behind to use the toilet, and when you come back out, Jake’s already in bed, bathrobe tossed on one of the armchairs. This means that Jake is just casually in a t-shirt and boxers, waiting for you to join him in bed. Luckily, his back is turned to you, so you quickly take off your own bathrobe and slide under the sheets, careful to keep your distance from him. The sheets are cold underneath you, and you know it’ll take a while before your body heat warms them up - although you feel very hot and bothered because of the man lying next to you. 

“Gosh, I’m really sleepy all of a sudden,” he says, words distorted by a yawn. You only hum in response, and he reaches for the lamp to turn it off. Just like that, you’re in complete darkness, and Jake’s body is mere inches from your own. 

It’s eerily quiet for a while, and when you’ve managed to slow your heartbeat and regularise your breathing, you start trying to fall asleep. You toss and turn, unable to find a comfortable position until Jake’s low, sleepy voice breaks the silence. “Can’t sleep?” he asks, and you freeze.

You sigh. “No. I’m sorry for keeping you up,” you say guiltily.

“It’s okay. I can’t really sleep either. It’s a bit cold in here.”

You pause. “Right. Yeah, it is,” you say, even though you feel like you’re sweating buckets. 

The room plunges into silence again, long enough for you to think Jake has fallen asleep. You feel something cold against your foot, only realising as it slides up your calf that it’s his foot. “Jake!” you whisper-yell, withdrawing your leg as he bursts into giggles that warm your heart. “Your feet are so cold,” you say in-between chuckles.

“I’m cold all over,” he whines. “Have they not turned the heating on yet? It’s already mid-November.”

“People are used to the cold here.”

“Well I’m not. Can we cuddle?” he suddenly asks, and he must somehow feel the way you freeze in place because he stammers out a justification straight away. “For, I mean, just for warmth, you know. I don’t think I’ll sleep otherwise.”

His foot finds yours again and you can’t help but laugh. “Sure, fine,” you say with a sigh as if you were doing only half-heartedly for his sake. As if this was some big sacrifice you were making, and not something you’d daydreamed about one too many times before. 

Your heart is beating a thousand miles a second when you scooch closer to Jake, his hands finding your waist as easily as if they’d been there a hundred times before. He pulls you in much closer than you had expected, holding you tightly against his chest, one arm for you to use as a pillow and one hand resting on your lower back. You try to calm your respiration so that he can’t hear how short of breath you are, but based on his own breathing, he seems to be out in five minutes. It takes you longer to fall asleep, every shift of his body sending shivers down your spine, but you manage to relax after some time, letting his warmth envelop you as you drift off to sleep.

--

The feeling of waking up with you in his arms is so unreal, Jake thinks he might still be dreaming.

He looks down at your peaceful sleeping face and can’t stop the smile that spreads on his lips. Jake always thinks you’re pretty, but this is a sight he particularly wants to commit to memory. He watches fondly as the bright sun rays of the early morning hit your face, making you scrunch your eyebrows and bury your face deeper against him. You grunt softly, and when he feels you shifting and stretching your legs, he pretends to fall asleep so you don’t catch him staring. It seems like you’ve raised your head, chin tilted towards him - if he’s lucky, you’re watching him “sleep” just like he did seconds ago.

He contains a smile at the joke that forms itself in his brain before shooting his eyes open, catching you off guard during what you thought was a private, secret moment. 

“Shit!” you yelp, practically jumping off of him and rolling onto the other side of the bed. He bursts into laughter, proud that his little prank was effective. Before you can scold him, he makes his way to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and bringing your back against his chest. He thinks he feels your body tense; but then you bring your hand over his, swiping your thumb back and forth against his skin, and you relax in his hold. “You’re so annoying,” you complain, but your voice is tender, almost weak.

He buries his face in your hair, trying not to be too loud when he inhales there. “Sorry,” he says, the smile evident in his voice. “The opportunity was right there. Caught you staring, huh?”

“You’re such an idiot.”

“I’ll take that as a yes.” It’s quiet for a few minutes, and Jake is more than happy to enjoy this moment in silence, but there’s something burning the tip of his tongue. It’s been there for a while now, but he thinks he’s finally found the right moment. “Y/N?”

“Mm?”

“There’s something I couldn’t tell you last night, but I feel oddly okay saying it right now. Are you listening?” 

“I am, yeah,” you say gently, voice so soft it caresses his skin and draws goosebumps from it.

His chest expands and falls with a deep, shaky breath. With your back right against it, he’s scared you’ll hear that his heart is beating faster than it should. “Bad news first?” he says with a nervous chuckle.

“Uh-oh.”

“There’s no roundabout way to say this, so here goes, I guess.” He takes another breath. “I’m in love with you, Y/N.” You tense in his embrace, and he waits for you to say something, anything before he continues.

“Oh,” is all you say. He hopes it’s a good oh - even if it isn’t, he doesn’t let it deter him.

“Yeah. I really debated telling you this… I know you might not feel the same way. But I also know that if I don’t say anything and make the same mistake twice, I’ll beat myself up over it for the rest of my life.”

“The same mistake?” you ask, looking at him over your shoulder.

He gazes down at you tenderly, pushing hair away from your face with a gentle hand. “I already felt that way back when we lived in Australia. I was about to tell you but when I learned that I was moving, I didn’t wanna risk ruining the little time we had left together.”

The look on your face both breaks his heart and patches it up again. “Jakey…” you say, voice just a whisper. You turn around to face him and bury your face in the crook of his neck. The fact that you’re not saying much is making his stomach twist in agonising stress, but he takes it as a good sign that you’re still holding him tight and not running away.

“I think I’d be the luckiest guy on Earth if you felt the same way,” he says, hopefulness clear in his voice. 

And then he finally hears the words he’s been dying to hear all these years. “Of course, I feel the same way, Jake,” you say, eyes meeting his. “This isn’t bad news at all, it’s like, the best possible news ever.”

It takes him a few seconds, but when your words sink in, a bright smile graces his features. He feels tears coming up - tears of relief that you feel the same way, of sadness that it took the both of you so long to get here, of happiness that something new might start - he’s not sure. Perhaps everything at once.

“Of course?” he echoes, smiling wildly. “It wasn’t obvious to me.”

“Oh, gosh,” you murmur, burying yourself into him once more. “I can’t believe this is actually happening.”

He tightened his hold around you, bringing you to him as close as physically possible. “Me neither.”

The feeling of you tangling your bare legs with his and bunching up the fabric of his t-shirt in your fist awakens something in him - he had been in his head, thanking the heavens that you loved him back, reeling from his belated confession, but he was now very aware of his body. And of yours. He was reminded of Jay telling him to kiss you - although he hadn’t needed to go there to reveal his feelings to you, it was still a possibility. It was even more so now that he knew you felt the same way. 

He tries to be subtle as he brushes a hand up your back to the nape of your neck, gently grazing his fingernails against the skin there. He has to suppress a self-satisfied smirk when he feels you squirm under his touch, lifting your head to fix him with a scolding look. Your stern expression fades as soon as his eyes fall on your lips, however, and you quickly mirror his gaze. His lips part, and he feels his whole body shake as he takes a deep breath in. Who knew that you’d share your first kiss on a random Sunday morning in the fuckass middle of nowhere in Scotland?

Maybe you take pity on him, or you recognise the effort put into being the one to make the first move, or, as he’d like to think, you just really want to kiss him - either way, you’re the one who closes the gap and presses your lips to his.

Your lips. So soft, so delicate against his, absolutely perfect. It’s a simple, tentative touch, but he’s craved it for so long that it makes his head spin. He frowns, despite himself instantly needing more than this feather-like feeling of your lips brushing against each other. His mind tells him to calm down and take it slow, but his body takes over, urging him to grab the nape of your neck a little harder, to hold you a little closer to him, to kiss you a little stronger. Thankfully, you let him do all of this and more, hands finding purchase in his hair and returning his intensity tenfold. 

He doesn’t know what’s better - the fact that you’re kissing him or the kiss itself. The way your lips move against his is intoxicating; it wraps itself around its mind and leaves no room for thoughts that aren’t of you. You seem to want him as desperately as he wants you, to have waited for him as long as he did for you, and this is what drives him crazy. You press your body against his and he sees stars; you let out a moan against his lips and he kisses you deeper, ready to do anything to hear that melody again. 

Unfortunately, the only melody he gets to hear is that of his phone alarm, informing you that it’s quarter to eleven and that you have fifteen minutes to leave. Check-out at eleven am had sounded nice yesterday; now, he would stay in this dingy inn his whole life if it meant he got to keep kissing you. 

The both of you reluctantly break apart, bursting into giddy laughter when your eyes meet. As said before, Jake always thinks you’re pretty, but with your pupils blown and your lips plump from kissing, this might just be the prettiest he’s ever seen you. 

“You know, I like you a lot, but I’d like you even more if you could stop time,” you say.

He looks down at you with a smile, pushing away the strands of hair that had fallen on your face. “Sure, I’ll learn how to control time for you.”

“Thanks, Jakey.” You peck his lips, lingering, and he closes his eyes to savour your sweetness. 

“Anything for you, baby.” His eyes widen at the nickname slip, but you erupt into giggles.

“Baby?”

“Would you look at the time, we really got to go,” he says, detangling his limbs from yours. He pauses for a second. “Baby,” he repeats, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead before bouncing from the bed.

You get ready together, and the mundane tasks of stripping sheets from a bed and packing bags become the funnest things he’s ever done. You’re all over each other, attacking the other with kisses and hugs; Jake doesn’t think he’s ever felt quite this happy. 

And this is only the beginning.

--

There’s a glint in the receptionist’s eyes when you check out of your room, as if she knew something you and Jake had been oblivious to all along. It’s the only one in town, so you go back to the little pub for a full breakfast with eggs, hash browns, haggis, and sausages. You get coffee so strong you think you might not sleep for the next four days, while Jake drinks tea that is equal parts sugar, milk, and actual tea.

From the moment you leave the pub to the moment you arrive at your doorstep, Jake’s hands barely leave yours. When they have to, like when you’re searching for the perfect seat on the train or when the controller checks your tickets, they’re back together within a minute, like two magnets that can’t stay apart for too long. The rain has long subsided, leaving place to a bright blue sky and wet blades of grass that shine in the sun. 

Now that your mutual feelings don’t need to be kept secret, you tell each other about everything you had to go through, like you pretending your good news was your mum having baked the cookies Jake liked and him seeing your new boyfriends every two months on your close friends story. He tells you about all the hints he’s dropped, causing you to facepalm over and over again. It feels like two friends catching each other to speed on all the latest gossip, except the topic of that gossip is you.

The juxtaposition of your familiarity with Jake with the novelty of behaving like a couple, of not having to hold back with your touches or gazes or words, is nothing if not jarring. But you have a feeling you’ll get used to it in no time. 

As you unlock the front door to your building, you don’t ask him if he’s coming up - to you, it’s a given that you’ll be spending the rest of today and every day after that together. So when he doesn’t follow you, staying still on the threshold, you turn around with a questioning look on your face. 

“There’s something I need to do this afternoon,” he says, taking both of your hands in his.

“Can’t I come with?” you say. Jake wavers for a second, but sadly, he stays firm in his decision.

“Sorry, baby, it’s a surprise. I’ll be back at seven with takeout?”

You can’t possibly be mad at him when he calls you baby and offers food in the same breath. “Only if you bring takeout.”

“You only love me because I feed you, don’t you?” he asks, a smile on his face.

“Yup,” you reply. You’re standing on a step, so you bend down to kiss him - you intend for it to be a peck, but when your lips touch, you’re unable to pull away. You let yourself get lost in the feeling of his lips on yours, in the warmth that takes over your body and makes your brain all fuzzy. 

A loud, affronted gasp from behind you makes you jump from Jake, and when you turn around, Chaewon and Yunjin are standing in the stairwell, staring at you with wide eyes and gaping mouths. 

“So this was a sexcapade?” is, much to your horror, the first thing Yunjin says.

Thanks to Chaewon, neither you nor Jake have the time to dwell on this sentence as she comes running down the stairs and pounces on you. You don’t know how a woman so small can have such force, but her hug is so tight you can barely breathe, let alone hug her back properly. “I knew you could do it!” she exclaims. When she pulls away, she seems so moved, it looks like she’s about to cry. “You finally popped your Jake cherry,” she whispers, but it’s loud enough for Jake to hear. A bark of laughter escapes his throat.

“Okay, thanks, guys,” you say, escaping this awkward situation and going up the stairs. “I’ll see you later, Jake!” you yell over your shoulder. The girls seem to be on their way out, and you’re more than happy leaving him to deal with them on his own. God knows you’ll get the worst of it when they come back. 

As soon as you get to your flat, you make a beeline for your bedroom, plopping on the bed. You’re the same person, and this is the same room. But something within you feels entirely different, like a scar that you had been carrying around had, without you even noticing, healed so well you could barely see it anymore. You lifted your hands in the air, looked at the back of them, then at your palms. They were the same old hands that had been with you your whole life, and you were almost shocked that there wasn’t something utterly different about them after having held Jake’s hand for so long. Just to be sure, you sniffed your right hand, but it didn’t smell any different, either. But you still felt Jake’s hand on yours, like headphones you’d been wearing for hours and still felt on your ears after taking them off.

Yunjin and Chaewon are back from their shopping half-an-hour later; they got you a chocolate fudge cake from Tesco to congratulate you. “You guys are acting like this is my birthday…” you say, eyeing the cake greedily as Chaewon cuts it into three equal parts (even though it says serves eight on the packaging). 

“This is more important than your birthday, Y/N,” Yunjin states as she pours oat milk into three cups of Earl Grey tea. “This is, like, the moment of a lifetime.”

“Are you saying a girl’s importance depends on her having a boyfriend?”

“Yes, Y/N, that’s exactly what I’m saying. Especially when said boyfriend is the guy she’s been pining after for all of her teenage and adult life.”

You sigh. “Well, he hasn’t exactly popped the boyfriend and girlfriend question yet.” They both turn to look at you, an annoyed look on their faces. You stand up straight, uncomfortable under their gazes. “What?”

“Usually, I’m all for clarity on this issue,” Chaewon starts. “But isn’t it pretty obvious here?”

“You’re still gonna have to tell us everything in minute detail, but Jake’s already told us what happened. He had no qualms referring to you as his girlfriend, so I really don’t think this is something you need to worry about. What you should worry about is when and where you’re going to hop on that dick.”

Chaewon bursts into laughter, and you can’t help but follow suit. “Gosh, Yunjin, you really do have a way with words.”

“I know. This is what having a Jane Austen hyperfixation at fifteen will do to you.”

Following Yunjin’s orders, you tell them about the events of the previous day and this morning over tea and cake. They ooh and ah and gasp in all the right places, ask you very specific questions and even make you draw a picture of the room you stayed in. You’ve talked to them about Jake so many times that there’s only so much to say now - but still, you talk for hours on end, deviating off-topic so often you end up talking about something else entirely. 

You’re in bed reading for your Middle English Literature class when the doorbell rings. It’s seven on the dot, so it can be no one else other than Jake. It’s been mere hours, but you’ve missed him enough to last you for weeks. 

He brought takeaway from the Indian place you’d raved about a hundred times but hadn’t brought him to yet. Somehow, your heart grows even fonder as you watch his reaction to the food, the raise of his eyebrows, the widening of his eyes, the excited shimmy of his shoulders. When you ask him about his afternoon, a wide smile breaks out onto his face, like a lightbulb illuminating a room. Without a word, he scurries to your room, bringing back some sort of book with him. He hands it to you  with a shy smile and curious eyes, eagerly anticipating your reaction. The cover reads Y/N and Jake in his clumsy but endearing handwriting, with the date of his arrival in Edinburgh and an em-dash scribbled underneath. “I haven’t booked my flight home yet, so I’ll add the second date later,” he explains. 

When you flick through it, you’re met with photographs of you and Jake on all of the trips you’ve done so far, as well as the various adventures you got up to in the city. There’s even one of you sleeping in the library at two am during midterms when you had forgotten about one of your essays, due at midday. Jake had come with coffee and words of encouragement, and now he could brag that the high mark you got was thanks to him. It’s not only photos - it’s also ticket stubs, receipts, stickers, and even a dried flower you had found pretty on your trip to St. Andrews. He’s also written quite a lot, from diary-like entries about what you got up to that day or songs that reminded him of you. 

“You misspelt right here,” you say, pointing to a sentence that reads This is the café write next to the hotel where the last Harry Potter book is said to have been written!!! under a photo of you drinking a massive cup of hot chocolate. The more you look at the typo, the more it makes you laugh, until you have tears brimming in your eyes.

Thanks to Yunjin’s messiness, pens and pencils are strewn over your coffee table. Jake, flushed red in embarrassment at the small mistake, snatches a pencil and aggressively erases write, spelling it correctly the second time around. “This is the level of today’s English Lit undergrads,” he murmurs under his breath. His frown disappears when he looks at you and he laughs along.

You continue looking through the album until you land on a page titled Why I love Y/N. From top to bottom, left to right, it’s filled with Jake’s tiny handwriting. You can tell he put effort into making it neat. There’s a singular photograph of you, one that dates from the first days after Jake’s arrival when you were walking around in the Meadows, the park right next to campus. The sun shone down on you and you smiled brightly at Jake behind the camera.  

You’re not a quarter through reading when tears swell in your eyes, rendering your vision blurry. You wipe them away before they can fall and stain the page. Jake has detailed every last thing he loves about you. It can hardly get cornier than this, but the fact that he wrote this about you makes your heart so full, you’re afraid it might explode in your chest. It ranges from basic things like the way she makes me laugh or her pretty face when she falls asleep in the train (or anywhere, for that matter) to more you-specific things like the strict pastel colour-coding she uses for her notes and her perseverance when eating spicy food even though she can’t take it. He mentions things about you that you didn’t even know, and that feeling of being known in-and-out, of being really seen by someone else only brings more tears to your eyes. Your favourite line comes at the end - the way she makes any place feel like home. A proper sob pushes past your lips at this, and Jake, who had been watching you with an anxious smile, rests a palm on your knee and inches closer to you.

“Why are you crying, is- Did I write something bad?”

You shake your head fervently. “No, no, Jakey, this is… It’s perfect. I’m just…” you trail, letting out a half-sob, half-chuckle. You look at him with a smile before pulling him into a tight hug. “I love it so much. I love you so much.”

You can feel Jake relax against you. “I love you too, baby. I’m glad you like it.”

You pull away after a small while, and turn the next page over. It’s a picture of you over breakfast this morning, with words WE’RE DATING!!!! written underneath it, and those simple words make you so happy, your cheeks ache from smiling. But every page after that is empty. Jake scratches the back of his neck. “I, um, I thought we could fill the rest out together. I debated just doing it myself and giving it to you at the end of the year, but I thought it’d be more fun doing it together.”

“It would. This is such an amazing idea,” you say, flicking back through the pages.

“I thought of it because of that project I had. When I started working on it, all the photos I wanted to include were of you, but I wasn’t sure how much my professor would appreciate that… So I decided to make one more personal. One for us,” he says shyly, shrugging like it’s no big deal.

“Thank you so much, Jakey.”

He smiles. “It’s no worries.”

“Did you do it all this afternoon?”

“I had started it before, but I added it most of today, yeah. Which, by the way, awful timing. I wanted nothing more than to spend today with you.”

Your heart leaps. You’re not sure you’ll ever get used to hearing such words from Jake’s mouth.

Sometime later, you’re laying in bed with Jake between your legs, watching the most recent animated Spiderman movie. With the tips of your fingers, you draw random patterns on his forearm, and if it wasn’t for his occasional chuckles, you’d think he had fallen asleep. You chat for a bit after the movie, but you find that after such an emotionally-packed day, you’re ready to call it a night fairly early. But when the lights are off and it’s just you lying against Jake’s chest, his fingernails grazing your scalp and his familiar, comforting scent clouding your judgement, all thoughts of an early night are thrown out of the window.

You shouldn’t feel so nervous - you had fallen asleep in his arms last night, and it had gone well. Really well. 

“This is different from yesterday, isn’t it?” Jake suddenly says, breaking the heavy silence with a low voice. It’s like he read your mind.

“Yeah,” you whisper against his skin.

No other words are needed. You brush the tip of your nose along his neck until you reach his jawline, pressing soft kisses there and delighting in the increasing shakiness of his breath. The feeling of your lips meeting is so intense, so all-encompassing, that you don’t know if you’ll be able to handle anything more.

This is still new territory, but you’re both so eager to discover it that it makes for a messy kiss, lips moving against each other ravenously, tongues beckoning moans from the other. It’s a kiss that somehow leaves you breathless and breathes oxygen back into your lungs at once. 

In a matter of seconds, Jake has flipped you on your back and is hovering over you, one hand holding him up and one hand free to roam your body. He slips it underneath your t-shirt, brushes it along the side of your waist, his touch leaving behind a trail of fire blazing on your skin. It’s so distracting, you can’t even kiss him back properly anymore. Jake doesn’t seem to mind. At first, when he starts pressing hot kisses to your jawline and your neck, you think he’s giving you a respite - but when he gently sinks his teeth into the skin there, leaving marks that will later remind you tonight wasn’t a dream, chuckling as you squirm and whine under him, you understand that this is anything but a respite. 

You curse your earlier decision of not wearing a bra, because it gives you no preparation whatsoever to the sensation of Jake brushing his thumb against one of your nipples. With a loud gasp, your back arches off of the bed, which only aids Jake in raising your t-shirt up over your breasts. 

He takes a minute to admire the sight of you panting and half-naked underneath him. It makes you feel shy, and you want to do something so that he stops looking and starts doing, but his gaze holds you in place. His pupils are blown with lust, eyes raking over your body and taking everything in. You have a hard time wrapping your head around the fact that it’s you he’s looking at with those eyes. 

His soft lips attach themselves to your nipple while his fingers continue their work on the other one. You’ve never felt this sensitive, never felt this on edge, like you might fall apart at any second even with so little simulation. Your core throbs, impatiently waiting to be tended to, but you’re already trembling so hard from Jake’s attention to your breasts that you don’t know what will happen to you once he actually touches you down there.

“You doing okay, baby?” he asks, the rasp in his voice making you want him impossibly more. You grip his hair and he looks up at you, a tender smile on his lips. You nod your head yes and he laughs. “Yeah? You want more?” You pause at his question. You do want more, but is it worth your sanity?

It takes you a second to decide that it’s worth that and more. You nod again. 

Jake seems to have sensed your hesitation. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “You sure you’re okay?”

“I am. It’s just a lot.”

His expression of worry softens into a smile. “I’ll take it slow for you, love. It’s a lot for me, too.” He leans in to press soft kisses to your cheek, and some of the tension in your body diffuses. Whatever happens, Jake will be there to take care of you. “But it feels good, right?” he asks, lips moving against your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

“So good, Jakey,” you reply shakily.

“Good.”

You can tell that Jake really does want to take it slow - his movements are more deliberate, gentler. But eagerness, both yours and his, soon takes over, and a minute later, he’s trailing kisses down your body until he reaches your lower stomach. Your breath quickens as he hooks fingers underneath your leggings and underwear, sliding both garments down your legs and leaving you bare to him. You think the feeling of his lips on the fleshy parts of your inner thighs is what might actually do you in, make you lose your sense of reality forever - but then his tongue darts out against your clit, a barely-there touch, and your whole body flatlines. 

Your reaction eggs Jake on, who, more confident now, takes the sensitive bud in his lips and alternates between sucking and licking motions. A knot ties itself embarrassingly quickly in your stomach, a knot that tightens and tightens as Jake flattens his tongue against you, licking up your juices from your entrance to your clit; a knot that threatens to come loose when he slides a long finger inside of you. You can’t take more than thirty seconds of this.

“Jakey,” you say, voice practically a moan. Your brain is fuzzy and it takes a distressing amount of time to form a simple sentence. “Can you come here?”

“Is something wrong, baby?” he asks breathily, sliding his finger out of you and coming back up so that his face is right above yours. 

“No, just… I want you.”

Any trace of worry on Jake’s features dissipates as he cocks an eyebrow, one corner of his lips tugging up into a smirk. “Is that so?”

This kind of boldness would usually have you rolling your eyes, but here, it only makes your core throb more violently. It’s almost humiliating how much you want this man. It’s definitely humiliating, how easy it is to swallow your pride and play into his game. “Yes, please,” you say, eyes pleading with him.

He smiles almost giddily before burying his face against the side of yours. “My baby’s so polite,” he says, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “I’ll give you whatever you want.”

“Take this off, then,” you say, grabbing the bottom hem of his t-shirt. 

“So she says please and gives orders,” he jokes, quickly obliging anyway. 

Not once in your time apart had Jake posted any sort of beach trip or pool photos, so this was the first time you saw his bare chest. God, was it one for the history books. You trace the defined lines of his muscles with a finger and wonder how he had managed to get even more perfect. He lets you marvel at him for it, clearly proud that you’re gawking so shamelessly, but your mind drifts back to more urgent matters when he presses himself into you, his clothed cock, hard and hot, brushing against your folds. “Fuck,” you sigh, bucking your hips into his to feel him over and over again.

It’s so much, but it’s not enough; Jake instantly gets your message when you hook your fingers under the waistband of his boxers, pulling him to you and kissing him feverishly. Your lips don’t part as he slides his boxers off, and you drink up the nectar that are his moans as you take him in your hand, pumping him a few times.

“Condom?” he asks, but you shake your head.

“I’m on the pill. And even so… I usually always use a condom, but I don’t want to now. Not with you.”

Jake closes his eyes as he takes a deep, stabilising breath. “I feel totally normal about that. Not crazy at all.”

You giggle, and he opens his eyes, a wide smile gracing his lips before he bends down to kiss you. “You ready for the night of your life?” he asks against your lips. “It’s gonna last five minutes, tops,” he says, making you laugh again. “I’m sorry, baby, I can’t do anything about it. I think I could’ve cum just from eating you out.”

“That would’ve been hot.”

“Really? We’ll make it a challenge for next time, then.”

When Jake plunges into you, it’s unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. He fills you up, slow inch by slow inch, until he’s buried to the hilt inside you. You both need some time getting used to the feeling - Jake drops his head in the crook of your neck and lets out a sound between a grunt and a moan, something you’ve never heard from him before. You grab onto his shoulders, fingernails digging into his skin as you try to tether yourself to him. You hold him so tight that he has no choice but to let his body rest on top of yours, his arms coming to circle your waist and bring you even closer. 

His movements start out halting, the pleasure so overwhelming that it makes it hard for him to move steadily. In time, he falls into a torturously slow rhythm, but it’s the perfect kind of torture, the kind that has tears brimming in your eyes. It’s so hard to take, and yet you want more. You’re brought closer to the edge with every thrust of his dick into you, especially as he picks up the pace and lifts your hips to meet his. The new angle has his tip brushing against that spot deep inside you that makes it hard to breathe. 

You can tell he’s just as close as you when he loses that steady rhythm he had found, his motions growing more desperate, harsher, quicker. Conscious of your roommates, you slap a hand over your mouth to muffle your moans as your orgasm washes over you, your whole body on fire, so sensitive that the few more seconds Jake needs to come undone himself drive both your body and your mind into overstimulation. Even the feeling of him pulling out, drops of hot liquid dripping out of your entrance, is too much and makes you let out a small, tired whine. 

Jake peppers your face with kisses as he holds your waist tightly, brushing his thumb back-and-forth on your warm skin, sticky with sweat. “You did so well, baby. So good for me.” You think you might be ready for a second round if he keeps talking to you like that. “I love you so much.”

You sigh deeply, as if you were just told disconcerting news. “Okay.”

“Okay?!” he echoes, looking up at you with an outraged expression on his face.

“I’m sorry, I love you too, I just- I’m not used to this yet! You can’t just tell me you love and expect me to be normal. You have to warn me first.”

“Can I just warn you now that I’m going to tell you I love you every time I get the chance?”

You sigh. “I guess.” 

“Can I tell you now?” he asks, and you hum. “I love you.”

“I love you more.”

Jake tuts. “I highly doubt it, but whatever makes you happy.”

You hold Jake close to you, one arm around his shoulders and the other hand playing with his hair as you come down from your high. You think he might’ve fallen asleep, and you’re close to drifting off yourself when he speaks. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this. Not just the sex, although that has been on my mind for a while now,” he says, making you laugh, “but all of this. Being together, getting to be in your arms like this, kissing you whenever I want. Calling you my girlfriend.”

“Me too, Jakey. I waited so long I didn’t think it would ever happen.”

Jake chuckles. “How stupid were we not to have noticed we felt the same way?”

“Very stupid. I think we felt so sorry for ourselves that we were stuck in one-sided love, that we didn’t even realise the other was going through the exact same thing. But at least we’re now.”

“At least we’re here now.” You and Jake yawn at the exact same time, making you burst into giggles, giddy with sleep and love.

“Let’s sleep, baby,” you say.

Jake hums, burying himself deeper against your body. “Sleep well, my love. I’ll be here.”

--

After years of pining after each other, you and Jake find it a bit hard to keep your relationship to yourselves, or your hands off of each other.

At the beginning, all of your friends had been happy for you, but that quickly went away when your and Jake’s honeymoon phase never died down and the PDA just kept on going. If the glue you were stuck with previously was metaphorical, this one was pretty close to being real. Superglue kept you together, your moments together rarely spent without some sort of physical touch. Yunjin fake-gagged so often, you were afraid she might actually vomit one of these days. It took Sunghoon two weeks longer than everyone else to clock you and Jake had started dating.

This meant that in private, there was truly no holding back. Jake back-hugged you any chance he got, to the point you started to think he was more koala than human - although that’d imply he saw you as a tree. Make-out sessions were a particular favourite of yours - how could they not be when your boyfriend’s lips seemed to have been carved by God himself, soft and plump to the heavens, like they were made to be kissed. Really, you were just honouring God’s will when you kissed Jake.  

The goodbye that comes at the end of the year is not an easy one, and the month spent at home before you fly to Korea seems to never end. But you get there eventually, and as nice as it is to catch up with Jake’s parents after so long, you feign sleepiness after lunch as an excuse to get some time alone with your boyfriend. Ironically, this “time alone” is spent so intensely that you do end up falling asleep afterwards. 

You have to admit, you really did a number on your boyfriend this time - what can a girl do when she missed her boyfriend this much? Jake is still passed out when you wake up from your nap, so you slip out as discreetly as you can from his embrace and get out of bed. You head for the closet first and swipe the comfiest looking sweater of his that you find there so you can stay warm as you look around his room. A pang of melancholia hits your chest - most of the pictures and objects on his walls and shelves are parts of his life you weren’t around to witness. Friends you don’t recognize, places you’ve never heard of, phases you’d never known he’d gone through. But then you see the frame on his desk, a faded photo of the two of you at ten years of age, eating ice cream on the bench outside of your house. Milo is sitting at your feet. Jake’s family hadn’t adopted Layla yet. You realise that even if there’s whole parts of your life you didn’t get to share with each other, nothing could touch your memories, or your future.

You want to go back in time and tell fourteen-year-old you that no matter how painful it might seem at the moment, it will all be worth it for the sight of Jake Sim slowly drifting into wakefulness, patting the bed next to him, and noticing you’re missing with furrowed eyebrows. When he opens his eyes and they settle on you, a sleepy smile will grace his dazzling features, and he’ll say, “Come back to bed.”

You’ll be even more in love at twenty than at fourteen.

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[niningtori]

supermodel | part two

part one

pairing: choi beomgyu x you

summary: after finding out one of your closest friends sabotaged your relationship with beomgyu in hopes of having him all to herself, you end up spending a night with him. you may come to regret it when you realize beomgyu may not have been as innocent as he initially seemed.

genre: romance, angst, MELODRAMA, yandere, smut (MDNI!!!)

warnings: MDNI!!! yandere!gyu (super manipulative!gyu at least), more (justified imo) cheating, unprotected sex, oral (m. receiving), creampie, dacryphilia, praise, degradation, pregnancy kink, voyeurism (ig?), dom!gyu, sub!gyu, if i'm missing anything lmk

word count: 6.2k

notes: alright ;_; after much debate i'm reposting this probably only for a few days just so everyone who wanted to read can read it before i (probably) delete again! posting this made me feel rlly insecure for some reason but thanks to my moots and anons i feel a lot better ab it :) at least for a little bit. also, i know the direction may have taken quite the turn but this is genuinely just how it came out 😭 if you don't like it i'm sorry ( ཀ͝ ∧ ཀ͝ )

it’s hard to reason with beomgyu as he presses hot kisses down your neck, but it’s not like you’re not trying. you think you’re trying really hard, actually, but it’s nothing in comparison to the effort he’s putting in to make you lose your mind. you have no control over your moans when he sucks a hickey into your neck. you feel heat pooling in your stomach as he grabs your ass and snakes his other hand up your hoodie to catch one of your hardened nipples between his fingers. he’s finally tasted you and, like a man starved, he’ll be damned before someone takes away what’s his.

“b-beomie, we can’t! let’s go back to my place, at least,” you try to reason, but your resolve is weakening as you feel your pussy wetten under his caresses. 

“shh, hana’s not gonna be home tonight,” he whispers. “just want you so bad, can’t wait.” he looks so earnest, you can’t bear to part from him. his puppy eyes look devastated, so what else can you do besides relent? and he knows it, too. now he’s got you. 

he leads you to hana’s bedroom, where he’s spent countless nights listening to her talk about how much she loves him, has loved him for years. he wants to roll his eyes at this, but he doesn’t want you to misunderstand, so he keeps it to himself. he’ll admit, she really did pull the wool over his eyes when she said you didn’t like him, so he can’t wait to see her reaction when she realizes you two have finally figured it out. if she wants to play dirty, they can both try their hand and see who wins. 

and it feels an awful lot like he’s winning when he sees you undress once again, body bare with traces of him on every part of you. even if he hadn’t marked you up so much, and he has, there’s still evidence of his impact on you leaking out of your pussy. you letting him come inside was truly unexpected, but welcome, nonetheless. he knows, when you’ve sobered up from your lustful daze, you’ll ask him if he’s ever fucked hana raw. you’ll probably cry again and rush to get plan b, but he’ll tell you he’s not stupid. he’d never fuck anyone without protection, especially someone he likes as little as he likes hana. he just likes you so much, he couldn’t help but want to feel you. you’re everything he dared to wish you would be. even better, actually, and now that he’s tasted you, he never wants to stop. 

the feeling of wanting to be close to you reemerges when he sees you dropping to your knees for him. you fiddle with the zipper of his pants and he sighs when cool air meets his bare cock. and you're so perfect with your makeup smudged, hair in disarray, and mouth open, prettily presented for fucking.

you start with a lick of your lips and he’s already rock hard from the anticipation. you grab his base and tease little licks up and down his length. he never thought he’d be particularly into that, really, but you look so hungry for him it makes him whine. finally, you lick the precum off of his tip and he moans when you shallowly take in the tip of his cock, hollowing out your cheeks. you bob your head shallowly and it’s taking every ounce of self control he has not to grab the back of your head and shove himself down your throat. but he doesn’t want to hurt you, so he lets you tease him. for now, at least. you take more and more of him into your warm mouth until you can feel his tip searing the back of your throat. you can’t possibly fit all of him into your mouth, so you take the rest of him in your hands. you look up at him with watery eyes, almost like you’re asking for his approval, and his already thinning patience snaps. he grabs your hair and pumps himself in and out of you. you try to meet his thrusts with teasing swipes of your tongue, never once breaking eye contact. the combination of your gaze and the sight of your drool mixed with his precum dripping out of your mouth drives him crazy. 

“baby, look, you’re drooling all over my cock.” you hum in agreement, but a nasty thought crosses his mind as he remembers that you almost went out with another man tonight.

“mmm, who taught you how to use that slutty little mouth?” he asks, riling himself up for reasons unknown. the thought of someone else seeing you like this is enough to push him to madness. he fucks himself into your mouth mercilessly. you’re coughing and slobbering all over his cock, but it’s only when hot tears pour down your face that he registers what he’s doing. how can he bear to hurt you? he pulls out and you’re gasping for air. 

“shh, it’s okay, you’re okay. c’mere,” he coos, leading you to the bed.

you lay down shakily and he takes a moment just to admire your body and the work he’s done to it. he can’t control the want in his gaze when he sees your pussy dripping on hana’s comforter. it’s sick to see, in a way, but it excites him even more. 

“turn around,” he commands, and you would, you really, really would, but your limbs feel so weak, it’s a chore. he sighs and roughly turns you on your stomach himself. he manhandles you into kneeling on all fours and it’s all you can do not to buckle under such force, but you can’t deny the way it makes your pussy clench around nothing when he does this. as if he can read your mind, he lets out a soft laugh as he lines himself up with your entrance and pushes himself in. you’ve obviously just fucked, but you’re still as tight and hot as the first time. slowly, he feels you stretch and spasm to accommodate his length – pussy gripping him like a vise. he shakes when he feels himself completely sheathed in you. 

“g-good girl,” he praises. “so good for me.” then, without giving you another moment to adjust, he begins thrusting into you. his hips meet your ass and he’s awestruck by the sight of it as the tip of his cock kisses your cervix relentlessly. as he’s pumping into your heat, you don’t mean for your arms to give out from under you, but they do. he’s just fucking you so good you can’t help but feel weak. he chuckles at how you’re becoming undone after just a few strokes, but truthfully? he’s endeared. you were so brave in talking back to him earlier, but that attitude is completely gone as you lay there and let him take you over and over again. 

“nghh… not so hard, beomie,” you moan. 

“is it good, baby? i can feel you milking my cock. tell me it’s good, or i’ll stop,” he threatens.

“mmm, ‘s good! too good!”! you cry.

you’re so busy moaning out beomgyu’s name with your face mashed in the pillows, you really don’t hear the apartment door open and keys being thrown carelessly on the table, but as for beomgyu? he hears it all and it brings a mean, lopsided grin to his face. you’d think he would, at the very least, slow down, but he only rams harder and harder into you. the sound of wetness and skin slapping skin echo throughout the room. hana really wasn’t supposed to be home, this much is true, but what beomgyu didn’t tell you is that she had texted him saying her plans have changed and that he should come over. truly, he couldn’t have conjured up a better outcome than the one unfolding before him.

“beomgyu?!” hana shrieks. you’re so surprised you nearly jump out of beomgyu’s grasp, but he holds your ass in place as he continues his thrusts.

“don’t listen to her, just feel me,” he says in a raspy tone. and what can you do besides listen when he drills himself even harder into you? when you feel the veins of his cock dragging against your insides, you’re tuning out hana’s desperate cries, intentionally or not.

“coming inside, okay?” he, well, you would say ‘asks’, but it’s more of a statement of fact rather than a question. “take it all, baby,” he says as his hips begin to stutter. he smacks your ass — just because he can — and you feel it pulsate throughout your entire body as you clench around him, seeing nothing but white behind your eyelids as your release finally comes along with his.

you’re gasping for air when you finish. he carefully pulls out and watches as your cum and his mix together in the most sinful way. it’s a truly a sight to see, and if he had more time, he would be whipping out his phone and capturing the moment to revisit the next time he’s alone, but hana’s words are cutting into his bliss before he can fully appreciate the sight before him.

“b-beomie? w-what’s going on?” hana asks, tears streaming unabashedly down her pretty face. beomgyu is far too preoccupied to appreciate them, though, as he gently helps you sit up and thoughtfully wipes the drool and tears off of your face. 

“‘what’s going on?’” he begins mockingly. “do you really need me to show you again?” he sneers. 

meanwhile, you feel like a deer in headlights as you meet hana’s gaze. you feel dirty and small as you try your damndest to cover yourself up. hana’s soft eyes harden while she stares at you. 

“you. you did this, you fucking slut,” she spits. you break your gaze and stare down at your naked body. you feel incredibly vulnerable because, as you already know, she’s right. you feel your eyes heat up with tears, this time from guilt and humiliation rather than pleasure.

“you’d better watch your fucking mouth,” beomgyu says, eyebrows furrowed and voice even deeper than usual. 

“i just don’t understand. why? why her? and how could you do this to me? you said you loved me!” she shrieks, grabbing beomgyu’s arm. he harshly pulls away and instead collects your sweats and hoodie. you can’t help but stare. he said he loved her then he turned around and fucked you? oh no. 

“well, i lied, if that’s not clear enough,” he shrugs, gingerly dressing you like you’re some kind of catatonic doll. and, right now, you might as well be as you let him do what he wants. his callous words don’t match his gentle actions and it’s making your brain short-circuit. 

“if and when he does the same shit to you,” she says, looking at you with more hurt than you’ve ever seen on a person, “don’t you fucking dare come crying to me. or any of our friends, actually. just wait ‘til they hear what you fucking did.” you shiver at her ominous words. she’s right, after all. beomgyu dropped her the second you showed interest in him, who’s to say he won’t do the same to you? sure, he’s acting lovey dovey now, but you’ve seen firsthand how quickly his tune can change. you’re absolutely fucked. it’s your word against hers, and with the evidence of your betrayal seeping into her sheets, you don’t like your odds. you can’t help but stare at beomgyu, and, as if he’s reading your mind, he says his next words patiently.

“i love you. i would never hurt you like this.” he loves you now? you continue to look at him doubtfully. his words seem cheap after hana’s unforgiving speech, and he realizes he’s losing you when you don’t respond. hana doesn’t stop there, though.

“if he did this to me, i can’t wait to see what he’ll do to you,” she laughs. hana is, objectively speaking, a lot more of a catch than you are. and to the very bitter end, she won’t let you fucking forget it.

“shut your fucking mouth!” he exclaims and she flinches, as do you. you’ve never seen him so angry and it’s enough to scare you. 

“... i should go,” you croak.

“yeah, you should,” hana ridicules. you do an incredibly shaky walk of shame as you quickly gather your things. 

“hey, wait!” he pleads, but you’re already booking it out of the door. he goes to run after you, but hana grabs him forcefully by his shoulder and he spins around to face her. you slam the door, not wanting to know what kind of makeup sex they will probably be having relatively soon. as soon as you’re gone, hana begins.

“are you fucking crazy? her, of all people?!” she hisses.

“i thought i told you to watch how you talk about her,” he says lowly. his eyes are so intense, she’s momentarily stunned, but he’s crazy if he thinks that’ll shut her up. perhaps to her eventual regret, she says her next words.

“if i tell everyone, she’ll be fucking ruined. she’ll have nobody after this.” 

“so?” 

“so, stay with me,” she says softly, while, to his disgust, grabbing his hands and pleading with him. “stay with me, and i won’t tell anybody.” she looks as pathetic as a dog right now, and her words make him laugh in her face.

“tell them,” he says. 

“w-what?” she sputters.

“tell them all. i want you to tell them how i fucked one of your best friends and got her pregnant. tell them how i fucked her raw in your own bed. go on, i’d love to see their reactions when they find out.” 

“you’re… you’re fucking crazy,” she gasps.

“maybe, but not crazy enough to stay with you,” he shrugs. “i got what i wanted, i don’t need you anymore.” for once, she shuts her mouth. the puzzle pieces finally fit together and her jaw drops in awe.

“you did this on purpose?” 

“maybe you’re not as dumb as you look,” he sneers, and with that, he zips up his pants and pats her cheek. “you were okay in bed, but that’s about it.” 

her tears are falling, but that does nothing to mar her beauty. still, his heart remains unfazed. 

“when she finds out, she’ll leave you,” she sobs.

“and who will she believe? her ex friend who’s out to get her, or me? the only person she has left? i’d love to see who she believes.” his words leave her in even more tears, but he does nothing to placate her. he just grabs his shit and slams the door behind him.

-

hana wastes no time in telling your friends about your scandal. your incoming texts range from “what the fuck is wrong with you” to “is it true?” to “you’d better not show your face to us again”.

you attempt to explain yourself, but to no avail. even if hana lied to you first, you committed the ultimate betrayal with a smile on your face. nobody wants to hear your sob story about your forbidden love with beomgyu. nobody, not even your best friend, dares to defend you now.

the one person who’s on your side has been texting you relentlessly, though. beomgyu’s insistence on making sure you’re okay does little to quell the uneasiness in your heart. hana’s words resound in your head. “if he did this to me, i can’t wait to see what he does to you.” you don’t want to give him that chance, but your resolve is weakening when you feel yourself becoming more and more isolated from the people you used to call your friends. 

for days, you don’t leave your house except to go to work. where else can you go? you don’t have anyone to go out with you anymore. still, beomgyu texts and attempts to call you through it all. his messages are all about how much he loves you, how much he misses you, how much he needs you. how much he promises to make things right with you and how you’re the only one he’s wanted all along. more and more, you feel yourself slipping away. even though you never respond, you still sift through his messages and it’s enough to bring smiles, no matter how small, to your face. he loves you, wants you, needs you. who else do you have in your life to say things like that to you? 

still, the thought of trusting him scares you to your bones. what if he does the same shit to you? you don’t have a support system anymore. you don’t have anybody to rely on when he inevitably hurts you in the same way. why wouldn't he, after all? you’re no match for the kind of girls who come his way. what happens when he gets sick of you and wants to fuck another girl in your bed? you’re stuck with these thoughts as you nurse a bottle of vodka, alone in your apartment with nobody but yourself. this is what you deserve, you think. 

a knock on your door is enough to pull you out of your drunken haze. is it one of your friends? could they have finally gotten over their intial shock and disgust and understood that you didn’t mean for any of this to happen the way it did? you stumble to the door and you’re too drunk to even think about checking who it is before desperately swinging open the door. you are not met with the familiar face of one of your friends, however. instead, you see the face of the boy who’s been haunting your dreams for the past few nights.

“beomgyu?” he looks absolutely devastated, eyes reddened and wet with his face ghostly pale. he reeks of alcohol and he stands almost tremblingly. he doesn’t respond to you, just stares at you with the same intensity that entranced you from the very beginning.

“what are you doing here?” you ask. 

“can i come in? please?” you’ve never been able to say no to him, and you especially can’t in his current pathetic state. you move from the doorway to allow him access and quietly shut the door behind him.

“what do you want?” you try.

“want you,” he sobs, tears finally flowing from his sad brown eyes. “only ever wanted you.” your heart aches when you see him like this. you thought hana’s reaction was devastating enough, but he looks absolutely wrecked right now, putting her despair to shame, really. 

“i don’t know what to say,” you admit. “we fucked up, plain and simple. and i don’t know how i can trust you after what we did.” you’re not a victim in this, to be clear, but you’re far too vulnerable to accept the heart that he's holding out for you so carelessly. 

“i know, and i'm sorry. i'm so, so sorry. what can i do to make you trust me?” he begs. your already soft heart softens even more at his words, but you have to be realistic.

“i… i don’t think i can. if you had just talked to me in the first place things could've been different,” you reason. this only puts the boy in an even worse state. he’s almost wailing now, and he looks to you for comfort.

“p-please, just please. give me one chance,” he cries, looking absolutely frantic. “i’ll prove it to you, just let me.” he reaches for your face and you didn’t even realize you’re crying until he swipes away your tears. well, you’re already going to hell. what’s the point in atoning for your sins now? 

as if he can read your mind, he musters up a shaky smile before leaning in and giving you a chaste kiss. his lips taste salty, but sweet, and he’s kissing you with a passion you’ve never felt before. you almost believe him when he says you’re the only one. almost.

“h-how do i know you’re not going to do the same thing to me?” you ask unsteadily. 

“i would never,” he says immediately. “i would never hurt you.” at least, not like this. but you don’t know that yet. 

-

in the weeks following his drunken appearance at your door, being with beomgyu is even better than you thought it would be. it’s like a switch has been turned back on and he’s back to treating you like a princess, almost like the months since your “breakup” never happened. he randomly brings you flowers, showers you with kisses, and he can’t seem to keep his hands off of you along with declarations of love, which you never directly reciprocate. no matter how well he treats you, though, there’s an underlying sense of unease. you still find it difficult to fully trust him, and he can tell. it’s driving him to the brink of madness trying to come up with ways to show you how much he cares.

you’re in the middle of pensively reevaluating the nature of your relationship with beomgyu for the 100th time when you hear a knock on your door. at this point, you don't even bother checking who it is because you already know it'll be beomgyu. no matter how desperately you wish it were one of your ex-friends, you’re always met with his face, instead. you open the door and you’re shocked, to put it mildly. standing before you is not the beomgyu you know and (probably) love, but hana.

“we need to talk,” she grumbles. almost as if you’re possessed, you let her in without much fuss. is she here to rekindle your friendship? to tell you she’ll forgive you after what you’ve done to her? 

“hana, listen i’m so incredibly sor—” 

“save it,” she says, lifting her hand. “i’m only here ‘cause i have something i need to say to you. it took me weeks to come here because i don’t even wanna look at you.” you gulp and nod, genuinely anxious as to what she has in store for you.

“i’m just going to tell you straight up. beomgyu’s not who you think he is,” she deadpans. 

“w-what do you mean?” if she’s talking about how he’ll eventually betray you, you’ve already thought of that. why she thinks this is news to you, you don’t know.

“listen to me, he planned this whole fucking thing.” what could she possibly mean by that? he planned to get caught by her? that doesn’t even make sense. “i told him i’d be home the night that i walked in on you.” your jaw drops in horror, but she continues as if she doesn’t notice.

“i think… i think he heard us over the phone and knew you’d be there before meeting with jay. he told me he wanted our friends to find out and to see who you’d believe if i told you. whether you believe me or not, i really don’t give a fuck, but it’s true. he said he got what he wanted, so he doesn’t need me anymore.” she chokes on her last words and you can't help but feel sorry for her, but that feeling is overshadowed by the feelings of anger towards beomgyu. you don’t think hana would lie about this. she looks so flustered and heartbroken, you don’t believe for a second that she’s lying just to rile you up. before you can reply, the door opens and beomgyu’s figure appears in your doorway. he has a smile on his face, but it drops lightning fast when he sees who’s standing there.

“what the fuck are you doing here?” he says with a scowl.

“i’m on my way out,” hana mumbles, pushing past him. he doesn’t even attempt to stop her. he registers the mixed emotions on your face and he can guess what she said to you without much effort.

“let me explain,” he says lowly, already heading towards you to placate you like you’re some sort of wild animal he has to coax. and you’re so angry, you might as well be.

“explain what? that you ruined my fucking life?” you spit. he flinches at your tone, even more so at your next words. “what i don’t understand is why? is my life a fucking game to you?” his face crumbles at this. 

“n-no! never!” he sputters.

“then what is this? what’s your reason for planning for hana to walk in us? is this a kink or something?” he shakes his head frantically. 

“you don’t understand, i just wanted it to be us,” he pleads. “i don’t like them. they’ll just try to take you away from me.” 

“take me away from them? beomgyu, i’m not some fucking toy. i’m a person. a person whose life you fucking ruined for no reason!” you exclaim. you’re so frustrated you could cry, so you do. does he not realize how badly he fucked you over? “you promised you’d never hurt me,” you sob.

“i-i did it for us! they wouldn’t care about how we feel… they’d just take hana’s side without even thinking about it!” he argues, grabbing your hands. you want to pull away, but if you do, that means you’ll be completely alone. 

“you didn’t even give them a chance,” you reason. “now it’s really over,” you say between sobs. “i… i could’ve talked to them, but you ruined it!” 

“i just want you all to myself, is that so bad?” he asks, as if he genuinely can't understand why you’re so upset. he’s actually sick in the head.

“why?!” you ask again, ripping your hands from his grasp.

“because i love you,” he says desperately. “i just love you so much. i’m sorry, i’ll never do anything like this again,” he promises. 

“yeah, you won’t,” you reply bitterly. “because i won’t give you that chance.” 

“w-what do you mean?” he asks, lips trembling and eyes red.

“i’m not doing this with you anymore. this whole thing was doomed from the start,” you reply firmly. he shakes his head as if denying it with fervor will undo what you’ve said, tears now flowing freely from his reddened eyes.

“no, p-please,” he cries. “i only did it because i love you so much. ever since i first saw you, i only ever wanted to be with you. i… i know i fucked up, but it was the only way. believe me, please.” your already soft heart is softening even more as you listen to the desperation in his voice. he sounds so lost and scared, as if he really doesn’t know what he’ll do if you tell him no. you briefly wonder if he’s ever heard the words: “no, beomgyu. you’ve gone too far this time.” but as you watch him come undone before you, you don’t think you’ll be able to be the one who tells him no, anyway. 

“i’m giving you one, and i mean one, last chance. if you fuck up this time, i promise you, you’ll never see me again,” you declare. you don't know what you’re expecting, really, but the sight of even more tears streaming down his face is not it. he grabs you and pulls you in his warm and trembling embrace.

“th-thank you,” he cries. “you won’t regret this.” 

“i’d better not,” you mumble. even if you do, you can’t deny the way your heart skips a beat at his pure, unadulterated need for you. even if you do come to regret it, it’s impossible to look at him right now and say he’s not being sincere. he pulls away from you and hurriedly captures your mouth, and as if your next words will take back what you said, he seals them in your throat before you can manage to get anything more out. as the kiss becomes more heated, you feel something hard and angry poking into your stomach.

“already?” you tease. he actually blushes at this.

“can’t help it. need you,” he replies sheepishly. 

“you need me, huh? is that why you’ve been so bad?” you ask, palming him deliciously through his pants.

“n-not bad! just love you so much, couldn’t stop myself.” your temper actually flares a little at this. you palm him more harshly and his breath catches when you do.

“really? but you’ve been so bad, i don’t think you deserve me,” you say menacingly, pulling your hand away. he audibly whimpers at this.

“no, no, no, please! i’ll be good from now on,” he pleads as he grabs your hand and begins to snake it under the waistband of his pants. you let him, but you don’t take his hardened length into your hand like you usually would. instead, you tease the sensitive area around it, even going so far as to ghost your fingers over his balls, but you conveniently avoid giving him any sort of friction or attention, so he’s gasping when you give him a mean and unexpected tug. 

“p-please stop teasing me,” he cries, eyes so beautiful and watery. “i know i’ve been bad, but i can make you feel so good.” he’s right, in a way. you’ve never and will never feel as good as you do when beomgyu pumps into you and shoots his hot load in your pussy, but he’s deranged if he thinks you’ll let him have you so easily tonight. not after what he’s done.

“hmm, i’m not so sure about that,” you hum. you lead him to your bedroom as if he’s hypnotized. you haven’t even let him enter you yet, if you’re going to let him do so at all, but he’s already acting like he’s drunk on you. 

“strip,” you command simply. without any questions or doubts, he eagerly takes off his hoodie and shoves his pants down, stepping out of them and closer to you. it’s sickeningly sweet to see how possessed he is by you. he tries to take your own clothes off, but you smack his hand away. 

“bad boy,” you say, and he whines like a dog. “lay down.” he does what you say, lying completely exposed on your bed as he gives a few pulls on his throbbing cock. “stop fucking touching yourself or you’re not getting anything from me,” you add, and he whines even louder. 

“please touch me,” he begs, cock standing all red and weeping. 

“you don’t deserve it,” you shrug. you take off your pants and he leches at the image of your pussy dripping wet for him, and so soon. all he can think about is how warm it is and how fervently he wants to be in it. he thinks you’re going to sit on his cock, because that would be the most natural course of action, but all you do is lay next to him and pull something out of your nightstand drawer. a vibrator. are you fucking serious? 

“no!” he begs, already knowing how this is going to go.

“you can take what you get from me or you can beat it,” you bite back. that shuts him up. he’s biting his lip, trying not to get scolded again, but he can’t help but whine again when you spread your legs and turn your vibrator on. 

“ah,” you moan as the rubber tip hits your clit. “feels so good.” 

“i’d feel better,” he insists, eyes widened and desperate like a madman. 

“touch yourself,” you say in response. “i'm not touching that dirty cock of yours, so take care of it yourself.” he doesn’t need to be told twice. he immediately spits on his hand and begins to wildly jerk his weeping cock. he whines at the friction. you, however, are so lost in the feeling of the vibrations pulsating throughout your pussy, you couldn’t seem to care less about what he does. this only makes him whine even louder. he’s experiencing pleasure, sure, but the sounds coming from him are exaggerated and theatrical. he’s just trying to get a rise out of you. he just wants you to look at him, is that too much to ask?

you open your eyes at his petulant noise and say your next words so quietly, if he wasn’t paying more attention, he’d miss them. “kiss me.” so he does. the kiss is filthy and nothing more than the tangling of tongues, but that combined with the stimulation on your poor pussy is enough to make you near the edge. 

beomgyu can tell you’re close, and his kisses become even more heated as he abuses his cock under his hand. he’s moaning into your mouth, showing you, in no uncertain terms, just how badly he wants to be in you instead. 

“let me do it,” he begs. “come around me, instead. it’ll feel so much better.” his dirty words break you out of your trance and you annoyedly shut the vibrator off while tossing it god knows where. you tear his hand away from his cock and mount him, teasingly rubbing yourself against him, but refusing to put it in. he whines and pouts, but you’re far too busy trying to get yourself off to appease him. then, as if he’s possessed, he raises his hips and his tip catches on your entrance. you both gasp at his shallow intrusion. 

“p-please sit on it, it hurts,” he asks rather pathetically. 

“i can’t, beomie. you haven’t even fingered me yet — you’ll break me in half,” you say provocatively. he whimpers at the imagery. “and you've been so bad, how can i let you get what you want? you’ll never learn if i do that.” 

“i’ve learned! i promise, i’ve learned! just, please, help me,” he cries, bucking his hips up and holding your waist so hard you’ll know he’ll leave bruises. 

“mmm, i don’t knowwww,” you drawl.

“please!” and with that, you angle your hips and begin to sink on his thick length. the stretch burns and you can’t help but cry out as you feel your pussy enveloping every inch of him mercilessly. he’s in tears when he feels you throbbing around him, pussy stretching to accommodate how big he is. when you finally, finally take him all in, he can’t help but begin to fuck into you wantonly. 

“b-beomie, slow down!” 

“c-can’t! feels so good,” he says, tears streaming down his pretty face. he grabs your waist even tighter and flips you around so you’re lying beneath him. his cock continues to hammer into you and you’re seeing stars. his mouth is open, drool pooling out of the corners of his lips, and he’s moaning out your name like a prayer.

“pussy so good, so perfect,” he babbles. “missed this. missed feeling you like this.” 

“i missed it too,” you admit. 

“wanted you, wanted you for so long,” he continues. you don’t even think he knows what he’s saying, but you can tell he means every word. he reaches to your stomach and presses down where his cock is ramming into you. your eyes roll back at the pleasure that comes with the pressure. 

“my baby could be in here,” he muses. “our baby.” this should scare you into sobriety, but it does nothing of the sort. you find yourself tightening even further at the thought of him breeding you like a bitch. 

“i’ll take care of you, i swear,” he says as he thrusts so hard your head nearly meets the headboard. “i’ll give you everything you need. sh-shit, baby, wanna fill you up so good you feel me for days,” those words in addition to his sloppy thrusts are what send you over the edge. you clench around him and he hisses at how you’re even tighter than usual. you feel his thrusts become even more sporadic and he’s emptying himself into you unceremoniously. as he softens, he pulls out and you wince at the feeling. to your surprise, he moves down to your pussy and begins to lap up all of the cum like a starving animal. then, he pulls you in for one last nasty kiss. 

-

you don’t know if you necessarily trust beomgyu, but it’s hard not to at least try to when he basically prostrates himself in front of you on a daily basis. he lets you walk all over him, really. if you call him, he comes running. if you’re mad or upset, he soothes you. when you’re being unreasonable, he reasons, anyway. you still haven’t heard from your friends, but you’re starting to accept the fact that you never will. he introduces you to his friends, and surprisingly, they actually welcome you with open arms. apparently, they didn’t like hana very much and knew beomgyu always had a thing for you. you’re not sure how to feel about that, but you’re flattered, nonetheless. 

you call beomgyu crazy, and maybe he is, but he always says it's because he's crazy in love with you. you want to playfully smack him when he says such cheesy words, but you're starting to really believe him.

#supermodel #niningtori #beomgyu smut #beomgyu angst #beomgyu hard thoughts #txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts #txt smut #txt angst #txt x reader #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu hard hours #mdni

[hoshigray]

Hiii!! I rlly love your work & I appreciate you! Ty for ur writing <3 I was wondering if you could do something where reader convinces Toji to let her do his makeup and and and and she straddles him while he’s laying down to do it 🥺 maybe reader gets a little confident n bratty bc of the position n it gets a little spicy ? if you’re feeling up to it ! 🌲💕 this is my first ask so please lmk if my etiquette is off!

Oh, no worries, noonie! Your etiquette is okay, and your request is so cute like wth!!? :00 I worked on this after coming back from my trip, so apologies if this doesn't seem to be in my usual writing style. Also, to make this funny, I tried makeup for the first time while I was away!! Lol, so the experience really came around for this ask, so I appreciate it and hope you like what I jotted down! Other than that, hope you had a wonderful weekend ♡

Cw: Toji x reader - fluff mostly, but it gets suggestive at the end - grinding (m! receiving) - thigh riding (?) - impact play/spanking (2x) - pet names (baby, princess, pumpkin) - putting makeup on Toji <3 - reader and Toji being adorbs omg stop hehehe~ Wc: 1k

"How long is this shit supposed to be?"

"Sit still, will you? I can't work with you constantly moving."

"Tch, you're lucky I'm lettin' you do this because of a bet."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Open your eyes so I can see how it looks." Begrudgingly, Toji opens his eyelids to reveal the emerald eyes you're familiar with. "Okay, close them again."

It's a lazy Sunday afternoon. You and your boyfriend hang out at your place to chill, spending time cuddled up on the couch and watching television. It was your usual weekend routine, being close o your boyfriend like this. However, today was different compared to the other relaxing days prior.

Here you are on your living room couch, straddling Toji's lap with your hands occupied by a palette of green and gold eyeshadow in one and a brush in the other. Reason why? About two days ago, Gojo and Toji got into an argument as they usually do, something about their favorite sports team going against each other. Your man then had the fantastic idea to bet on his team, saying he'll do whatever Gojo says if his team doesn't win.

Why was the idea fantastic? Frankly, it's no surprise to you and the snow-haired other that Toji cannot win a bet to save his life. So when the score showcased the apparent outcome of the older man's loss, Gojo took his win in playful pride. And the punishment? Well, mounting on top of him today should explain it.

"You know, you got a pretty nice eye shape. You're pulling this look off quite nicely." Dadding his closed eyelid with the brush, you paint lime green atop the dark green eyeshadow cascading around his eyes. You chose to do nothing too audacious for the man, as you're just taking pictures and sending them to Gojo afterward.

He scoffs at your comment. "You said that about twenty minutes ago with the other shit you put on me."

"Yeah, well, can't blame me for admiring my handsome man being so fetching. If I slapped a nice dress on you and headed to the club later, I'd bet you'd have a line of men and women trying to ask you out."

"You tryin' to say I'm hotter than you, pumpkin?" He lifts a brow and then snickers after you bonk him in the head with a white highlighter pen.

"Shut up and stay still so I can put this on." You use the pen to apply by the corner of his eyes. Now two white hearts are harbored close to the bridge of his nose. After asking him to open his eyes again, you maneuver around to ensure that both eyes are even. And you beam when you feel accomplished with what you've done. "Perfect! Alright, onto the next part."

"The liner thingy?"

"Yup!" He chortles at your enthusiasm while you grab the item from your makeup bag. Closing his eyes again, you work on the bottom of his lids to form a steady black wing that ventures out. You giggle; who knew doing makeup on your boyfriend would be so much fun? Maybe I should put him in a dress.

With a gleeful attitude and a merry hum, you swing your hips around as you work. But you halt when you feel Toji's hands come to your hips, and you stop moving.

"Hold on there, baby." Toji's hands rub your hips. "Movin' too fast."

It doesn't click you until you realize the position you're in. Your legs still slip apart to sit atop his lap, your bottom directly above his groin. And that's when an idea pops up in your head, unable to fight the grin sneaking up on your face.

Your hips move once more but in a slower motion this time. Toji opens the eye you're not working on to look at your face, but you don't acknowledge it and just continue applying the eyeliner.

"I know you heard me the first time." A silent giggle confirms his suspicions.

"I don't know what you're talking about. Close that eye up." He gives you a furrowed look, yet he does what you instructed, allowing you to examine your work before laying the black material on his other eye. And as your hips continue to apply pressure on his crotch, Toji groans at the motion.

"So you're just gonna act deaf on me, huh."

You bit your lip to conceal the giddiness in your smile. But then it's replaced with an abrupt shriek from your lips when a sudden smack of pain comes down on your ass. "Oww!! Hey, quit it!"

"Quit what?" Now it's his turn to act dumb, giving him a glare while Toji chuckles.

"Whatever. Let me finish this up." You grumble while laying the last strokes of your eyeliner, yet you still grind on Toji. And you can feel the tent of his sweatpants slowly protrude. After a few seconds, you close the eyeliner and put it into your bag. "Now for the final touch. Some cute lip gloss for you...Ahhhh!! Toji, stop it!"

"Then quit grindin' up on me, brat." he snarkily warns you, rubbing his hand on your ass after hitting it again.

"Why? Hate that I'm making you hot and bothered like this?" Your hips grind harder on his tent, and he exhales with scrunched brows. He scowls at you, lidded emerald eyes branding holes into yours. But you don't falter and resume acting tough. "Don't want me to give you attention for being so pretty?"

Before you get an answer, Toji grabs for your ass and shifts to stand up from the couch, and you scramble to warp your arms around his neck before you stumble off the older, muscular man. He walks out of the living room with your arms. And he throws you down to the bed of your room with a tiny 'oof' coming from you.

"You wanna give me some attention, huh?" Toji crawls up on the bed and kisses your lips while sliding a hand down in your leggings, fingers nestling and pushing onto your soaked panties. Your whimpers are taken by his mouth as he kisses your neck. The gloss on his lips leaves sticky marks where he places them. "How 'bout you sit there and look pretty fr' me, then?"

"Mmmph...At least, let me take a picture of your makeup," you say with eyes sewn shut. "Gotta send it to—Ahhmmm..."

"Later," Toji withdraws himself to take off his sweatpants. "In the meantime, lemme fuck the shit outta y'r cute and bratty ass, princess."

#𝑯𝒐𝒔𝒉𝒊 ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ 𝑾𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔: 𝑹𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔 #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jjk fluff #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #jjk thirsts #jjk imagines #jjk headcanons #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro x you #toji fluff #toji x reader #toji imagine #toji x y/n #toji headcanons #fushiguro toji x you #fushiguro toji x reader #dilf toji

[l0vem41l]

heart for brains.

「 tws + notes: no tws, unedited, hurt/comfort-esque but not really, fluff (?) sensitive reader who loooves being tough, a few pet names are used (darling, lovely—) but sparingly because i can never take things seriously 」

「 gn!reader, can be platonic or romantic </3 」

↳ ft. asra alnazar, julian devorak, lucio morgasson, muriel of the kokhuri, nadia satrinava, portia devorak

author's note: less of the “One Bad Thing happened and it fucking destroyed me” type of sensitive even though that’s so real and valid and more of the "big emotions are slowly killing me always" type. sorry if they're slightly ooc! i'm playing the game again,,,, eventually :> need to get their dialogue right AWIOFJWRIHFW (┬┬﹏┬┬) more lighthearted in lucio’s part (cant stand this bitch!!!!! /affectionate), and unfortunately nadia’s and portia’s are criminally short (；′⌒`)........ i love them i just haven’t played their routes also also!!!! used some borders from @cafekitsune in this!! lmk if it makes things easier to read cuz i might keep it! (☆-ｖ-)

" life's hard when you're soft. "

▸ ASRA has grown the most familiar with your routine. you’re not quite fragile, as he’s come to discover— just that you tend to swallow your emotions down with a smile, only for them to rise back up at the slightest inconvenience. in a few moments— as predicted— the tears stinging in your eyes finally begin slipping.

he gently cups your face, even as you attempt to hide away and avert your gaze, drying your cheeks with his fingers. you swear to him, through mumbles and sobs that you’re trying to toughen up— you’re really trying— while insisting there’s no reason for you to be upset about your little predicament while you choke back the sob rising in your throat. they know you too well for those feeble attempts to convince them.

“shhh… it’s alright. it’s alright.” asra’s voice is understanding. patient. they wouldn’t care if you were crying over the smallest matter in the universe right now. all their focus is on calming you down.

while asra believes and insists that your capacity for strong emotions is a blessing and not a curse like you tend to think, he does wish that your tenderness would not be so abused by the world around you. at the end of the day, he reminds you that you’ve got his love— that he’ll always be there to wipe your tears away— but will always secretly wonder to himself about why you continue to be so recklessly kind.

even so, you’re never to blame for your big heart in their eyes. and slowly, everything they do to make the world a better place is in hope that one day, the world will be sweeter to you.

▸ JULIAN does quietly and internally freak out when he first sees you cry— not because he doesn’t know what to do, but rather because he hadn’t expected seeing you, out of all people, like this. you— the person who always seemed to find something to be happy about instead of dwelling on your misery. you— who frequently brushed off inconveniences and upsetting circumstances with little to no thought. you— who always bounced back, always saw it through.

oh, but he could never be upset with you for crying. not at all.

he knows he can’t just leave you sobbing your eyes out. so, with the sensibility that he has, he gently guides you to a quiet place for you and allows you to lean against him. he’ll attempt to talk you through it, even if you don’t feel like speaking, hoping that the one-sided conversation of his ramblings will at least distract you, if not soothe you.

your head to his chest, he takes one of your hands in his, while the other gently grips your hip. tells you how brave and strong you are— even if you don’t seem particularly inclined to believe him at the moment, shooting a small glare at him through watery eyes as he says these things.

“i wasn’t patronizing you,” he says, eyebrows raising slightly as your shoulders tense, “i mean it.”

you take a deep breath, gauging the sincerity of his words, before finally relaxing.

“‘m sorry… it’s stupid— i know it is. you shouldn’t have to do this.” you sniffle.

for a moment, julian only shakes his head in response, his thumb caressing the top of your hand as he squeezes it. “but darling, i want to.”

while he’s not as attuned with your emotions as asra, julian is good at getting you to calm down. will definitely do a few breathing exercises with you to help you ground yourself, in between his affirmations and reassurances.

▸ is it really all that surprising that LUCIO is completely clueless? in his eyes, everything was going completely fine for you two seconds ago— or so it seemed. here he was, just coming by to check on you, only to watch you crumple into yourself, hiding your face in your hands as you muttered a half-hearted “go away.”

he’s too stubborn to listen to that. besides, even he knows he’d be a massive asshole if he just left you like this. instead, lucio sits right next to you, shoulder pressed up to yours, and asks about what happened. perhaps pester is a better word.

while not intentionally rude, he’s slightly dismissive of the situation at first, wondering why in the world something so trivial would matter so much to you. it takes a second, but lucio backpedals on this immediately when he realizes you're not calming down, you're getting worse. your breathing grows quicker and more tears spill— you don’t even reply to him. oopsies. silent comfort it is.

he’s not completely useless. instead of using words, he’ll put an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side, allowing you to cry it out for as long as you need. part of you wants to question when he gained the capacity to shut up— but you don’t feel the need to be particularly snarky at the moment. he’s trying his best to be sweet to you.

will be more attentive for the days after, assuring you that you needn’t give into the urge to “toughen up” when he’s around.

“stay soft, i can fight.” he grins, giving you a wink that makes you roll your eyes at him almost instinctively.

still, the tiny laugh that escapes your lips ends up betraying any sort of exasperation you meant to convey as you playfully hit his bicep as you tell him to quit. was his tone light hearted? yes. was he kidding? of course not. 

▸ there’s a moment where your lip quivers and your eyes water up that makes MURIEL feel like he’s looking into a reflection of himself somehow. his heart sinks completely at the sight of you breaking down, as he searches for the right thing to say.

he’s flooded with relief when you make an attempt to speak first, even if it’s just you stumbling over your words to lie directly to his face.

you take in a shaky breath, awkwardly shrinking yourself away by crossing your arms. “it’s fine, it doesn’t matter—”

“it matters to me.” he replies softly.

muriel is much better at listening than he is at speaking in these situations, so he allows you to vent all you need as you cry. you feel these emotions so deeply, so strongly— he wonders how you managed for so long concealing these feelings.

“yeah… i get it.” he murmurs, nodding when you rant. to his horror, the tone comes out much more blunt than intended— almost sarcastic— but you know that he understands the minute you look into his eyes. he’s nothing but honest.

after a moment of silence, he asks what you need. you don’t verbalize, instead opting for awkwardly gesture with open arms, half expecting him to hesitate at your request. instead, much to your surprise and his he simply brings you close and sets you on his lap. holding you in his arms like he’s afraid you might break if he tightens the embrace any further, muriel hugs you like you’re the most precious thing in the universe.

leans more on acts of service as a form of comfort as well. will bring you water, blankets— will even brave the market to buy you your favorite snack. anything for you.

▸ NADIA’s first attempt is to deal with it logically. initially, she asks you a lot of questions, asks what she can do better— but ceases the minute you struggle to respond, only shaking your head while the words incoherently fall from your lips between sobs.

she sighs, realizing her short-comings. now isn’t the time for problem solving. you need comfort. “forgive me, lovely. i didn’t mean to upset you further.”

LUCIO TAKE FUCKING NOTES.

her embrace is loving. it almost feels like she’s trying to shield you from the world and it’s harshness towards you. nadia plants a kiss to your temple before allowing you to rest your head on her shoulder. as you stay in her arms, she rubs your back, promising that everything will be alright.

she’ll make sure of it too. will 100% throw a sharp glare at anyone who accidentally intrudes on this moment.

▸ it’s almost instinctual, the way PORTIA responds. you haven’t said a thing, yet she notes the way your hands begin trembling, eyes brimming with tears. she immediately gets protective, asking which idiot made you feel so upset with full intention to beat their ass if she ever crossed paths with them— but questions no further when you don’t reply.

physically affectionate as ever, with your permission, portia kisses your tears away, pressing her lips to your face sweetly as she cradles it in her hands.

will not baby you for being sensitive, but will grow more defensive of you. of course she knows you can handle yourself like you keep on reminding, but you’ve been doing it for so long. too long. shows you that she’s right there to support you no matter what, always on your side.

" you've got our love "

— reblogs always appreciated!

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[bumbledi]

♡ First touch ♡

Pairing: third year! Ushijima Wakatoshi x fem!reader

Genre: smut

MDNI 🔞

Summary: spicy moments in your boyfriend’s dorm

Warning: smut, f masturbation, clit play, handjob (m receiving), oral (f receiving), some praising, nipple play, first couple of sexual interactions.

Note: throwback on those naughty activities on your Shiratorizawa years.

Also, it’s been exactly two months since I uploaded something so it feels nice to come back with a smut :D

Sorry if there’s any misspellings. Hope you like it.

If you want to recommend any scenarios you would like to read... lmk ☺️

Prequel from the “The road to parenthood” series

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

At this point in life, you have been dating Wakatoshi for 5 months and little by little you two have been developing your relationship.

You current concern at the moment?

You promised your extremely hot boyfriend to take it slow but after the first make out session you had in his dorm a couple of months ago, you haven’t been able to stop craving something more...

How the hell do you break it up to him without sounding pushy?!

Why does he have to be so damn hot?! Why does he have to grab your waist so tightly with his huge hands?! Why does he have to look so worked up during practice?! Why does he have to rub your nape while kissing you?! Why does he have to move your hair out of your face so gently during lunch break?!

These and more thoughts were on your head while you were laying down on your bed, flickering your clit as fast as you could as you felt your orgasm so close...

“Ahh... mmh... Wakatos-shi...” you tried to moan as low as you could, it was early in the morning and you didn’t want anyone to hear you... “mmh... I’m gonna cum...”

you started to gasp for air when you suddenly heard the sound of your alarm going off “mmh... c’mon!” You tried to ignore it but eventually you took your hand out of your pijama shorts and sight out of frustration. “Damn it!” You said smacking your alarm. What a way to start the day...

After that you started to get ready for the day, starting by changing your very wet underwear.

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

“Hey, grumpy face!” Tendo said while sitting on your desk

“Oh... morning, Satori” you said with a more friendly tone.

“Come on now, tell me what’s been bothering you this morning...”

“It’s dumb...”

“Want me to guess?”

“No! It embarrassing so no...”

Satori gave you a suggestive look and then lean over to your ear...

“You didn’t get to cum?”

“Satori!” You let out a scream while covering your face making Sarori laugh

“You and Wakatoshi-kun are sure taking your sweet time, huh? How long have you been dating? 4 months?”

“5...” You correct him

“Oof...- and you haven’t fucked?”

“Why are you asking me? I’m pretty sure you made him spill the beans already”

“True... I just want to hear it from you!”

“I just don’t want him to feel pressured”

“Speak to him then... Maybe he’s feeling the same way as you right now...”

“And if he’s not? I don’t wanna make it awkward...”

“It’s sex talk... it’s gonna be awkward ether way...”

“You’re right on that...”

“I’ll tell you what, talk with him as soon as possible and since coach Washijō will give us this Friday off, you can make plans with Wakatoshi-kun, go back to his dorm and make a move... I’ll make sure nobody interrupts you...” Satori winked at you, making you blush.

“Alright!” You said with conviction.

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

“Wakatoshi-kun!” You called for him once you spotted him after you got out of your last class

“(Y/N)...” he said with a soft smile on his face

“Hello, Leon, Eita, Satori”

“Hello, (Y/N)!” They greet you.

“Already heading to practice?”

“You know Washijō” Leon said scratching his head

“Yep... Pure evil” Eita commented making you all laugh

“Good luck guys...” you giggled. “Oh! Mmh... Wakatoshi? Can I have a word with you?” You said remembering what are you here for.

“For sure”

“We’ll get going... See you at the gym, Wakatoshi-kun”

The three guys started to walk away, leaving you two alone

“What is it?”

“I rather telling you on a more private place...”

“I still have time, we can go to my dorm if you want...”

“Yeah... that’s okay...”

And then you started to walk to his dorm while you were talking about random classroom stuff.

“Come in...” he said opening the door.

“Thank you...”

He left his bag on his desk and hen turned to face you.

“Alright then... What is it you want to tell me?

“What a rush you have...” you giggled and got closer to him “Wakatoshi-kun... I know we agreed on taking things slow but i want to know in what position are you right now...”

“Position?”

“What I mean is... would you like for us to take things further? You know... more than making out or more than me grinding against you...” now you felt how your cheeks were burning.

“You mean... sex?”

“Yeah... I’ve been thinking about it for a while and I would like to know how do you feel...” You said looking down, you were way to embarrassed to look at him in the eye and after a couple of seconds of silence you realized this was a bad idea “Wakatoshi-kun, please forgive me! I think this was a bad...-“ you were about to grab your stuff and go but he interrupted you.

“(Y/N)...” he grabbed your hand “there’s no other person I would like to do it with if it’s not you...” he fixed your hair behind your ear and then got closer to you so he could kiss you.

“Well, thank God because I was about to lose my mind” you said, making him laugh “I have to study for my science class... What about we handout on Friday?” You said holding him close to you

“That sounds good, we can hangout here if you want... I think the coach is giving us Friday off.” He grabbed your hips tightly and kissed your cheeks when you hide your face on his chest “do you want me to buy condoms?” He said to your ear with no shame

“Wakatoshi!” You gave him a small punch on the chest but then you nodded. You might need them.

“Alright then...”

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

The well awaited Friday came and let’s just say it definitely was easier to say than to do.

You two have been in his room for a while now and even tho you try to start a make out session with your boyfriend, he distances himself when you are starting to get more into it.

Maybe he just needs one last little push.

“Oi, Waka-chan... can you go out and buy me a peach juice? I forgot to get a drink before...”

“Sure... I’ll be back in a minute”

“thanks...”

And with that, he walked out of his room, leaving you all by yourself.

You hurried and got up from his bed and without thinking it too much, you took off your panties and then stuffed them in your backpack.

You don’t know what are you doing yo do if this doesn’t work...

Not long after, you heard the door starting to unlock, so you fixed your skirt and lean against your boyfriend’s desk, trying to pretend nothing happened.

“I’m back...”

“that was fast.”

“here... your favorite” he handed you your drink and leave his on the bed.

“Thanks” you opened your drink and gave it a sip, pulling yourself together. It was now or never.

With the most organic movement you could pull off, you “accidentally” dropped your phone on the ground, right in front of you. And as you expected, your boyfriend kneel down to pick it up.

“W-Waka-chan...?” With the feeling of your cheeks heating up, you called his name.

“Yes?”

And just as he turned to looked at you, he couldn’t believe what was he seeing.

The sight of his beautiful girlfriend pulling his skirt up just above her pelvis, the most surprising part? She did have any panties on.

“(Y/N)...”

“Please... Wakatoshi...” you sat on the edge of the desk and opened your legs just enough so he could see you entirely.

You could hear his heavy breathing and see how eyes appeared to turn black while looking between your legs, not even blinking.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to...”

He didn’t answer, just got closer to you without stop looking at your vulva for a second.

The closer he was, the more you tried to look away... You were so excited but so embarrassed at the same time.

“Can I really...?”

“Mmh.” You mumble as an agreement.

The next thing you felt was his thumb touching slightly you clit, barely petting it but making you gasp.

He started to flick it very gently while you tried to hold back your little moans... Why does it feel better when he does it than when you do it?

The next thing you felt was Wakatoshi’s breath so close to your pussy, it gave you goosebumps. Is he really going to...?

And then, you felt a gentle kiss on your clit, then two and three and finally a little lick

“Waka-chan!” you bit your finger

He started by licking your clit, then he tried to start sucking it and little by little he started licking all of your pussy, up and down, making you all wet.

“Y-You can put a finger in if you w-want...”

“Are you sure?”

“I-I’ve done it a couple of times... It’ll be okay... O-Only do it one at a time”

And with that said, he put his index finger in you.

“It’s warm inside”

He slid it in and out of you, slowly, while he continued to lick your clit.

Not long after you felt something building inside you.

“Waka-chan... I-I think I’m gonna... I’m gonna...”

You felt how your toes curled when you reached your orgasm, you grabbed your boyfriend’s head in place and let out a couple of moans.

After your orgasm faded away, you let go of your boyfriend’s hair and slowly closed your legs.

“W-Was that good?” Wakatoshi asked while licking his lips.

“Well, you made me cum...” he smiled while standing up “hey... I want to do something for you too...”

“You don’t have to...”

“I want to.”

You grabbed his hand and pulled him close to you. Setting him between your legs.

“Do you mind if I-... oh.” You felt your face heating up

“What is it?”

“You are...”

You looked away from him while your cheeks turned red.

Wakatoshi looked down and saw how tight his erection looked in his pants. He didn’t know he was THAT hard!

“It’s okay if you don’t want to...”

“No! I want to” you held his hand “I really do”

You let go of his hands and started unbuttoning your shirt once you had your bra exposed you lower it down and exposed your breast. You looked up to see your boyfriend and he wasn’t even blinking while looking at your boobs.

“You can touch them if you want...”

You heard him gulp and slowly getting his left hand closer to grab your right breast.

At first he gently squeeze it and played with your nipple but then he started to play with your breast.

“I know the size is...-”

“It perfect...”

You smiled at him and you started to unbutton his pants. He had a little wet spot on his boxers. You started to touch him over his boxers and felt how hard he was, it was so warm to your touch.

“Can I... take it out?”

“Please.”

You grabbed his boxers waist band and carefully pulled them down. And his hard dick popped out. It was think and kinda long with a red tip and some hair on the base.

“I... I don’t know how to hold it... can you... help me?”

He kissed your cheek and grabbed your hand to put it on his dick. Then, he put his hand in top of yours and slowly, started to pump it up and down.

“Like that is fine... I also like to touch the tip... feels nice”

After a couple of pumps, he let you do it on your on. You continued while you felt how Wakatoshi played with your boobs.

You looked up at him and got closer to start kissing.

He would groan occasionally on your lips and you would moan when he pinched your nipples.

“(Y/N)... I think am going to...” he said while you massaged the tip of his dick.

“Go-ahead...” you pumped his dick a little faster than before.

“Mmh... (Y/N)....”

And with a big groan he came on your hand. His cum dripping down your hand and a couple of drops in your skirt. It looked so hot...

He gasped for air and rest his head on your shoulder.

“Was it okay...?” You asked letting go of his dick.

“It was really good...”

He straightened up and gave you a little smile.

“Why did we took so much time to do it?”

You chuckled and kissed him again. You might save the condoms for another time.

#ushijima fic #ushijima fluff #ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima wakatoshi fluff #ushijima wakatoshi x female reader #ushijima wakatoshi x reader #ushijima x reader #ushiwaka #wakatoshi #hq ushijima #hq x reader #hq smut #ushijima smut #wakatoshi smut

[thelurchinghound]

Female hunter x M! Werewolf reader x Male hunter

[Request info]

Idea: Werewolf M! reader gets captured by two monster hunters, but instead of getting killed or sold like he thought would happen, the two hunters take turns getting fucked by the reader

Kinks/Warnings: Teratophilia, Breeding, Threesome (female x male reader x male), knotting, dub-con(?), belly bulge, cream pie, unprotected sex, words used like pussy and cunt (not for reader), inhuman genitalia.

A/n: The reader is bipedal/anthro. They are NOT a wolf. Based on art from ShrewHub on twt. This is the first time I wrote with a female character so lmk if anything can be improved. First fic on this account so I hope it's not too bad.

Ocs used: Dylan and Rose (Married monster hunter duo) | Words: 481 | Proofread? No

By hitting 'keep reading' you are accepting that you're 18+ and are fine with reading dark/sensitive content (Don't like? Don't read.)

"That's it. Come on, boy."

Dylan says while gripping the metal chain connected to the spiked collar clamped around your neck. His hand runs through your tousled cheek fur. Licking at his dripping cock, your prick drove deep inside Rose. Pushing up into her tight cunt, her hands wrapped in your chest fur for stability. Your cum dripping out of her from previous orgasms making a small puddle under her.

A bulge on her stomach appears and disappears with each thrust you make. One of Rose's hands moved to rub over the area, a moan slipping from her lips.

"Dylan, he's fucking huge!"

She moans out, feeling you pumping into her. Your cock was kissing her walls perfectly. Hitting all the right spots. Dylan makes you focus on him as he shoves his cock farther in your maw.

"There we go, such a good boy for us. Let her use you."

He whispers in your sensitive ears. They swivel around at his words. Ears perked up, a tiny shiver running up your spine at the praise. Your cock twitching inside Rose, balls tightening as the feeling of another upcoming orgasm swells up.

"Come on, fill her up with your pups."

Dylan says while leaning down to kiss your forehead. Enjoying the diminutive grunts and groans coming from you as you fill up Rose with your cum. Your knot locks into her, keeping your cum trapped inside her pussy. His cock twitching at the sight of you fucking his partner. He thrust inside your mouth for the last time, sending his seed down your throat. His hands tightened around the metal chain. He tugs on it to pull you closer so he can wrap his arms around your neck.

"Oh fuck- Attaboy!"

He shouts out, fingers seizing onto the large spiked collar. His face pressed up against your velvety neck. He regains his breath before pulling away from you, crouching to look at Rose.

"You alright?"

He questions with a tilt of his head and raises his eyebrow. At witnessing Rose panting there against the frigid concrete of their basement. Your massive cock still buried inside her, knot locking you two together. A combination of the two of yours cum mixed on the ground under her from previous sessions. Her chest rose and fell in fleeting but resounding gasps. The three of you had an oily layer of sweat-slicked upon your skin.

"Y-Yeah 'm alright."

Rose slurs out her words in a drunken state of pleasure. Her hands clutching at any part of you she could reach. Hearing her confirmation, Dylan ties your chain up to the wooden beam. He leaves to grab some supplies to clean the three of you up. Later, he comes to help clean up you and Rose once your knot has deflated.

"Y'know, Rose, perhaps we should keep him? I've been begging for a puppy since forever."

Again this is my first fic on this account so it might not be the best and advice/criticism is always appreciated! Also, feel free to request!

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[sijiv]

CONTENT ― most to least vocal members in boynextdoor (legal line) !

PAIRINGS ― nonidol!bnd x fab!reader

WARNINGS ― dumfication (?) , cursing , smut , not proof read

AU ― this is my first smut writing, lmk if it sucked

smut under the cut

MOST

jaehyun

riwoo

taesan

sungho

leehan

LEAST

JAEHYUN ― we all know that our little subby boy here is loud as fuck, though he can't hide it because you make him feel so good. the way you use your hand to help him get off pressing your thumb against the head of his cock. his head falling back and bucking his hips into your hand. i can also see him swearing sometimes because he's being fucked stupid.

i feel as for him it'd be lots of whimpering when you're fucking him and straight up loud choked moans when you get him off. even if his members are probably in the kitchen he could care less letting them hear everything you're making him feel.

"fuck, m sorry, please don't move your hand... nu~ ah ah ah"

RIWOO ― similarly to jaehyun, riwoo would be loud but not LOUD. he'll probably only be really loud like jaehyun when you both are alone. when he's sure that you guys are alone. when he's buried deep inside of your wet cunt, how could he not be loud? is it a man's fault for being so pussy deprived.

the only time I feel like he'd whimper is when the pleasure is overwhelming for him and he can't control himself not like he has any self control. i could also see him trying to hold his moans failing after a few seconds of being inside of you.

"don't look at ― ah, oh god please"

TAESAN ― alright let me get my taesan enthusiast cap on. i feel he's in the middle more to the vocal side ― and hear me out, he is probably not too loud when fucking. when he's getting his cock sucked off by you there may be a couple of "ah, ah, ah~" 's here and there but not anything louder than that.

he might also whimper when he's close and get so needy with you he may start shoving your head more onto his cock, don't worry he'll apologize right after he cums. his whimpers are probably soft though and nothing extreme, but they're pretty. BREATHY LAUGHS WITH HIM TOO AND HIS BREATHY MOANS

"mmmm, just like that ha... mhm, mhm right there"

SUNGHO ― many may disagree where I put sungho, but I want to rest my case here. I feel like he's a talker and a soft grunter. when he has you bent over in front of him with his cock pounding your pretty pussy fucking you dumb.

feel like when he's fucking you he praises you and goes on about how you're so good to him, so sweet, very pretty and all these sweet things while you're holding onto your dear life trying to keep you brain intact. then he may get onto the grunting and maybe even pleading when he's desperate and it's fucking hot.

"look at you so pretty for me, what's that? as you wish"

LEEHAN ― struggled with the last one but ultimately here he is, he is your least vocal member. i feel as if he is kind of like taesan but his moans are very, very, very soft and breathy. he is definitely a talker. i mean he knows his voice turns you on especially when he eats you and and talks.

he probably isn't vocal when he's getting close maybe just using his actions and his strained soft moans to let you know that he's close. when he's desperate he may let out a few more moans when having sex than a normal day.

"by the way you're pulling my hair, I can tell I have an effect on you don't I?"

LEAST

goodbye, hope you enjoyed. if you did like so this reaches others and send me a text if you want more smut like this (if this seemed more like a dom!reader im sorry my intrusive dom thoughts get to me)

#bnd smut #boynextdoor #bonedo jaehyun #bnd x reader #bnd fluff #bnd taesan #bnd imagines #bnd #bnd sungho #bnd scenarios #bnd smau #bnd riwoo #bnd jaehyun #bnd leehan

[n0cturna1-m3]

He's Charming | Alejandro Vargas x Male Reader | SFW

Fem/Minors DNI

Warnings; Somewhat graphic violence, spanish with no translation (go fuck yourselves (/j ily)), a little suggestive at the end

⚠️ i used yandex translator ⚠️

Request; Alejandro Vargas X Top!Male Reader who also speaks fluent Spanish and Alejandro slowly starts to fall for him.

A/N; I lost the file once and it made me blow a fuse so this is take 2 where i lost my patience so the use of accents is minimal, lmk if i should look through and add them back.

2 (Sequel)

If you'd like a part 2 with more development (+ smut bc it says top!m and i didn't wanna just go too fast idk) let me know! i'd be happy to do so.

2.3k words

Pulling the strap around his leg tighter, Y/N lifted his head away from his gear and turned to the door as it opened. Gaz walked in and slapped him on the shoulder with a big smile.

“Y/N! Good to see you, man!” Y/N smiled at him and gave him a playful shove, standing up and giving him a big hug. “Hope we didn’t keep you waiting long.”

“No, not at all, Y/N said. Y/N and Gaz had been friends for many years, going to school together in their youth and joining the force together. They were like a package deal.

“You ready to go?” Gaz asked, walking towards the door that led outside into the stifling heat. Y/N nodded and followed him outside, crossing his arms over his chest. There was a car waiting outside, Gaz took up the driver's seat while Y/N got into the passenger side, closed it, and buckled up.

The drive to the base was spent catching up, blasting music, and laughing, being met with Price on arrival. Y/N and Gaz got out of the car and walked toward the Captain, him extending his hand towards Y/N and taking it.

“Y/N, it’s good to finally meet you. Gaz talks about you often,” He said, shaking Y/N’s hand firmly.

“Likewise, Captain. All good things, I hope?” Y/N responded, placing his hands on his hips. Price laughed and shrugged his shoulders before turning around.

“Follow me, the guys are inside. You should meet them.” Price walked towards the door while Y/N and Gaz followed. The room they walked into was spacious and old, worn down. There was a table with a few men sitting around it playing cards, going in order and placing one upside down.

“Queen,” A man with a mohawk said, putting the card on the stack at the centre of the table.

“Bullshit!” The man next to him yelled, a wide grin on his face as he watched the other take the deck.

“You hackit bastard…” He muttered, glaring at the deck in his hands.

“Alright boys,” Price spoke, hooking his thumbs in his belt loops. The men turned to look at him, two standing and walking over, the others following suit. “This is Y/N L/N, goes by Bobcat. He specialises in close combat. He will be working with us from here on out, so get to know him.”

Y/N gave them a half smile as Price moved to sit at the table, pulling out a laptop and a few folders.

“Call me Soap,” The mohawk introduced himself, extending his hand and shaking Y/N’s. “This is Ghost,” He said, pointing to the large man standing a few feet behind him. He had a mask on that covered his face, his eyes being the only visible feature. Y/N nodded to him.

“Colonel Alejandro Vargas, a pleasure to be working with you, Bobcat.” Alejandro shook his hand and gestured to the shorter man next to him. “This is my second in command, Sergeant Major Rodolfo Parra.” Rodolfo shook Y/N’s hand. Ghost had sat next to Price to speak to him about the mission.

“What’s with the nickname?” Soap questioned. Gaz started laughing and Y/N punched his shoulder.

“Don’t you say a word, Kyle,” He warned, Gaz looking up at him with a grin.

“It’s actually quite a funny story! There was an incident where he-”

“Cállate!” Y/N smacked the back of his head. “I’ll rat you out if you’re not careful, pendejo.” Gaz stopped laughing and narrowed his eyes at Y/N and scoffed.

“You speak Spanish?” Alejandro asked, catching Y/N’s attention.

“Sí, the woman who took me in when I was young taught me,” Y/N said. Gaz glanced at him and grabbed his shoulder, shaking him roughly. “What?”

“Bobcat, I’d like to give you a debrief about the mission and get you familiar with the plan,” Price said, standing up from his seat and walking over to Y/N.

“Alright. Lidere el camino, Capitán,” He responded, following Price into a room off the side. Shelves and boxes were lining the far wall, a small kitchen on the right side, and a table in the middle of the room. Price gestured for him to sit, Y/N doing so while the Captain turned on the kettle and rummaged through a cabinet.

“Do you drink coffee?” He asked, pulling out two mugs and two instant coffee packs.

“Sí señor. I take it black.” Price readied the mugs and turned to face Y/N, leaning on the counter while he waited for the water to boil.

“Let’s get down to business. We are going for a man by the name of Alexander Stadt. He has been smuggling illegal arsenals from here to a port in Germany, and from there to Czech.” He grabbed a file from the counter next to him and tossed it in front of Y/N on the table. He skimmed through it while Price continued. “Civilians have begun to get involved, and consequently silenced for stumbling upon the trading. We have located Alexander at a base not far from here.”

The kettle screamed when it reached its designated temperature. Price turned around and started making the coffee. “He jumps between places, so our window of time is small. Tonight would be best to do the operation. Capture or kill.” Price turned around and walked to the table, setting one mug in front of Y/N and taking a seat in front of him.

“So what’s the plan then?” Y/N asked, flipping to the next page with details on Los Vaqueros. He stared at one of the photos and eyed the printed words beside it. The handsome man from earlier. Price started talking again and Y/N looked up, the details for Y/N’s place in the mission unfolding. “I’ve got my work cut out for me…”

Y/N followed Alejandro closely, peering over his shoulder when he stopped and raised a hand.

“See something, Colonel?” Y/N asked, glancing around. Alejandro pointed to a man standing at an open window, leaning out and smoking a cigarette. Y/N let out an ‘ah’ sound and walked over, Alejandro grabbing his shoulder and trying to pull him back.

“What the fuck are you doing, pendejo?” He whisper-yelled. Y/N shrugged him off and walked under the high window, glancing up at the oblivious man who was speaking to someone behind him. He turned his head to look at the person and Y/N reached up, grabbing the cigarette from his fingers and stomping it out. The man turned back to his smoke after the other had left, a confused look on his face at the lack of it, and leaned out the window to see if he dropped it.

“What the…” He muttered, eyes blooming wide with shock at the sight of Y/N staring back up at him.

“Smoking is bad for you, don’t you know that, credo?” He chastised, grabbing the man by the collar of his shirt and tugging him out the window. He hit the ground with a thud, dirt kicking up around him. Y/N crouched down and grabbed a fistful of his hair, pulling his head up and slitting his throat with his knife. The grotesque gurgling from his drowning in his blood sent chills through Alejandro’s spine.

While not part of the plan, they now had a way inside that would be closer to their target, so Alejandro walked over and stared up at the open window in slight shock.

“¿Eyes audaz, no?” He muttered. Y/N grinned and laced his fingers together to give the other a boost.

“Si, but I saved us time.” Alejandro hummed and hauled himself into the window, landing on his feet and waiting for Y/N to follow after him. The window was high up because of the big foundation, and he wondered if he would even be able to get himself over it, but lo and behold Y/N fell in after him rather ungracefully.

“Nice landing, tonto,” Alejandro huffed. Y/N pay no mind, simply standing up and brushing ohh his pants. Alejandro walked to the door and leaned out, immediately going back inside.

“Who’s over there?” Y/N asked, making his way over to the colonel. He shushed him and grabbed his shirt, pulling him closer to him and letting him peer out the door. There was a large, round table with a group of men playing poker around it, Alexander sitting amongst them. Large bodyguards were posted around the room, all sporting the same ‘uniform’ that the man Y/N killed was sporting. ‘Ah,’ he thought, pulling away from the door. “That’s not good…”

Alejandro walked away from the door, sending Y/N a look that said ‘keep watch’, while he moved farther away to be unheard while radioing into the rest of the team. Y/N stared out the door, the murmuring of Alejandro being snuffed by the rodeo that was the poker game outside of their small storage room.

“They’re on their way to us,” He stated quietly. Y/N briefly looked at him before returning to stalking the group. “On my signal, you shoot the one closest to us, the one on the left. I’ll get the one on the right.” Y/N nodded and readied his gun, holding it across his chest protectively.

Waiting for them felt longer than it should have, but when Y/N heard Ghost give Alejandro the ‘ok’ he stepped into the doorway and shot three of the bodyguards nearest to them, chaos ensuing.

“You-!” Alejandro cursed, following after Y/N and firing at the other guards and men who were now scrambling to get away.

Y/N spotted the red hair of Alexander running out of the room and immediately rushed after him. ‘Capture or kill’, he thought as he shot the tall man in the lower leg. He let out a blood-curdling scream and stumbled, limping away from Y/N as quickly as he could with a bullet in his calf. Y/N caught up with him quickly, kicking the back of his left knee and watching him fold like a chair.

“Hey, Alex! You mind if I call you that?” Y/N mocked, crouching in front of the ginger who was grasping his bleeding wound. He glared up at the H/C and spat on his face, Y/N’s lips curling into a grimace. “Mala jugada, pendejo,” He muttered as he wiped off the saliva.

He stood up and wound back, kicking Alexander in the side of his head with his thick combat boots. His head swung to the side, face red from the force. Y/N leaned down and grabbed his collar, pulling him up enough to look at him. He clicked his tongue and punched him, fist making contact with his temple. He passed out promptly afterwards, Y/N letting him fall to the floor. Alejandro walked rushed through the door, Soap on his heel and stared at the unconscious body at Y/N’s feet.

“He spat on me, it’s not my fault!” He said, raising his hands in defence. Soap groaned and Alejandro rubbed his eyebrows. “What? He’s still alive,” He grumbled, pulling a zip tie from his utility belt and tying Alexander’s wrists and ankles. He hoisted him up over his shoulder and walked past Alejandro and Soap, the latter following him while Alejandro stared in slight disbelief at the fact that Y/N had effortlessly picked up a 6’3” man and casually slung him over his shoulder. What the hell were they feeding this kid?

He caught up with them quickly and watched Y/N shove Alex, now awake and cursing Y/N out in Russian while thrashing around, in the back of the truck, slamming the door in his face.

Y/N groaned and looked at his hand, a throbbing, irritated and bleeding teeth mark on the skin. “This puta bit me!” Alejandro walked over to him and grimaced at the sight. The bastard’s teeth were sharp. Examining the wound, Alejandro got a good look at Y/N’s hands.

They were nice, a few veins protruding from his S/C skin, his bones showing through it. The meat of his palm and the creases in it, his fingernails short. Never in his life did he think that he would be admiring a man's hand and be slightly jealous that the bite wound on it wasn’t in the shape of his own teeth.

“¿A que estas mirando?” Y/N asked, looking into Alejandro's deep brown eyes. “¿Crees que es contagioso?” He turned back to his hand, raising it to his face and looking at it with concern.

“No esta infectado, no te preocupes,” Alejandro reassured him, turned away and walked to the passenger side of the car Rodolfo was in. He opened the door and climbed halfway inside, glancing back At Y/N who was getting into the driver's seat with Gaz in the passenger seat. “Nos vemos en la base.” Y/N grinned and waved, shutting the door and driving off. Rodolfo stared at Alejandro after he sat in the car incredulously.

“¿Te gusta el?” He asked, following the car in front of him. Alejandro glared at him in response.

“Es encantador,” He said, watching the road in front of them.

#x male reader #cod x male reader #alejandro vargas x reader #alejandro vargas x male reader #cod x reader #fluff #gay #meowmeowmeow #probably poorly translated spanish #sorry

[lovingmny]

Can I request A Hyunjin fic he’s like going through a hard time and he just keeps crying over every little thing and y/n doesn’t know what’s going on LIKE?? But she decides to do her best to be there for him and cheer him up and do everything for him like helping him eat, brushing his hair, etc. And slowly he gets out of it and they make out (include as much detail here as you want!)

(This Is TOTALLY not me projecting) 😅💖

my home - request

🐸 synopsis: hyunjin keeps crying, and you have no idea why, but still try to comfort him. how will you do it?

🐢 genre: angst, fluff

🌱 pairing: hyunjin x gn!reader

🍐 warnings: crying, anxiety, lmk if i missed any!

🦎 wc: 0.6K

🥝 a/n: thank you for this request! i’m SOO sorry this took so long😭please forgive me 😔🙏 also like doesn’t hyunjin look a bit like minji in that picture??? i hope you enjoy🤞🤞

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you heard muffled cries from the living room. they sounded angelic, yet sad.

hyunjin went to the versace event, or whatever it was called. you weren’t really interested in fashion, as most of your outfits were just stolen from his closet.

the reason he was crying wasn’t something that you knew, but assumed it was about his english yesterday. learning a new language is hard, and you tried to tell him that, but he was still very self conscious about it.

the cries became louder. you practically sprinted there and saw him, just sitting there. he looked so expensive, yet here he was, crying diamond tears.

you grabbed him into a hug and tried telling him that it was alright.

‘my english was horrible‘ he muffled against your neck.

‘no it wasn’t, you aren’t just confident‘ i felt him smile a bit on my neck but the smile soon fell.

more cries could be heard as his tears stained your hoodie, actually his hoodie. you slightly patted his head and left the living room in comfortable silence.

you soon came back with chocolate muffins. his jaw slightly parted open and he signaled that he wants them. you placed a muffin in his mouth and watched him chew it.

laugher filled the room as you were feeding each other, both shirts full of chocolate stains.

night fell soon and you fell even harder for him.

THE NEXT DAY

you woke up with his hair slightly scratching against your neck. you giggled at his cuteness, which was literally out of this world.

you slowly got up from the bed, not wanting to wake him up as he was getting his beauty sleep.

you got ready and heard sounds from the bedroom. he was probably awake and still paranoid about his english, because obviously he is very dramatic.

you actually watched videos of him in the event and his english was good?? like what bae??

he peeked out of the bedroom and asked;

‘can we stay home today? i just wanna chill’

you hummed in response and he went back to the bedroom. after that you heard a small groan and got up from the couch to check what he was dramatic over now.

‘i don’t know what to put on’ he groaned in annoyance.

you picked an outfit for him and he seemed to be satisfied, as he put it on. hyunjin was very particular with what he dresses on but he agreed to your outfit. maybe you weren’t that bad after all??

you finished brushing his teeth and next up was brushing his hair. his hair was soft, silky, shiny, just overall very healthy because he rarely dyes it. he usually never lets anyone else touch his hair but he requested for you to do it and you felt honoured. <3

you put his hair in a half ponytail [a/n: the same as in thunderous m/v🤭🫶] and waited as he did his skincare.

later on he stepped out from the bathroom and climbed on you. his cologne immediately made you relaxed and that was when you realised that he was your home.

you snapped from your thoughts as you felt his plush, pink tinted lips on yours. your lipstick smudged lightly but that was the least of your worries right now.

his lips moved so smoothly on yours. you felt like you were on cloud 9.

he slightly bit your lip as asking for permission to enter your mouth. you nodded under his touch as his tongue was dancing with yours. your breath was now long forgotten, too deep in the kiss.

he pulled away though, looking at you with wide open eyes. he looked cute, yet surprised. he let out a small giggle as he hugged you.

💚 a/n: thank you for reading and thank you anon for requesting! <3 reblogs and requests are highly appreciated! hope you enjoyed <3

#kpop imagines #kpop #skz imagines #kpop fluff #skz fluff #lovingmny #hyunjin #hyunjin fluff #hyunjin angst #hwang hyunjin #hyunjin skz #skz hyunjin

[iicha-0s]

Oh, Neighbor | Jungkook×M!reader

A/N: hey guys! i wrote this one back in may because I was thinking about how there are not a lot of jungkook×male reader fanfictions, so i wrote this one for fun and it actually turned out to be pretty good. lmk what you guys think and also if you have any suggestions! currently i'm just cleaning out all the drafts that I have but you can drop your suggestions on what I should write ahead and i'll make sure to release those too. hope you enjoy! :D

Tags: !jungkook×m!reader, !alchohol use (jungkook gets drunk), !kissing, !blowjob, !hickeys, !biting, !both jungkook and male reader like eachother but won't accept it, !masturbation (referred only once), !nasty kissing, !fingering, !jungkook is drunk flirting with you, !dry humping, !jungkook is dick whipped, !facial, !multiple orgasms, !nipple play, !dom×reader×!sub×jungkook, !squirting, !very messy sex, !spanking (only a few times), !missionary, !cowgirl, !reverse cowgirl, !grinding, !creampie, !unprotected sex (stay safe!)

Rating: Explicit|Adult|R18

*RING! RING!*

you: hello?

jungkook (neighbor A-2307): hello, is this y/n?

you: yes, this is he.

jungkook (neighbor A-2307): umm... your name was on the top of the contact list so I called you. actually the owner of this phone has drank too much.

you: oh-

jungkook (neighbor A-2307): could you please come and pick him up?

you: um... o-okay...

jungkook (neighbor A-2307): alright he's at xxx bar please come soon.

you: yea thank you.

*HANGS UP*

you stand up from your couch and go to the door putting on a puffer jacket over your large sweatshirt since it was a little too cold out.

you take your bike keys and helmet and head out driving to the bar in order to pick your neighbor up. you didn't even know why you were doing this because you've just talked to him a few times, other than the formal greetings you give eachother upon crossing paths while going in and out of your apartment building.

you park your bike outside and head in to see a man standing beside another man who was passed out on the table.

you walk upto them and shake the passed out guy, a little by his shoulder as he groans and looks up at you slowly.

"hi y/n-ahh~" Jungkook slurs throwing a smile at you.

fuck that was cute- wait no don't go there y/n!

you internally slap yourself and then greet him back.

"hi. you've drank too much haven't you?" You ask him as he looks up at you while elbowing the table, the smile still consistent of his face.

"only a little too much yesiuu~." He replies as you shake your head.

"are you here to take me home?" He asks and holds his hand out towards you.

"Yes actually. so let's go hm?" You take hold of his hand and help him stand up as he keeps smiling and throws an arm around your neck so you could support him properly.

"excuse me? are you his boyfriend?" two girls ask you while giggling as you wrap an arm around Jungkook's waist to support him up while he leans against you.

"huh? oh n-"

"Yes he is~ what will you do about itt?~" Jungkook says pointing a finger at them and then giggling to himself while mumbling gibberish.

"s-sorry I'll take him home now." You bow your head to them and then walk outside the bar with jungkook still clinging onto you while mumbling gibberish and giggling to himself.

you take him to your bike and make him wear the helmet and climb onto your bike, him following you and wrapping his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder.

you start driving back while he sticks to you humming random tunes here and there throughout the whole drive back. upon reaching your building you both climb off and you take him upstairs.

"where are your keys?" You look at him as he doesn't reply and just smiles at you, lunging towards you and hugging you tightly.

"i-"

"i like you. thank you." He says and you could sense the smile in his voice while he continued hugging you. you pat his back a few times and then pull him off of you because it seemed as if he won't let you go unless you physically pull him off of you.

"where are your keys?" You try again as he just giggles. you give up and check his pockets when he suddenly pulls your hands away furrowing his eyebrows.

"whoa whoa whoa... atleast take me inside before you start touching me." he says and throws his arm over your shoulder while smiling slyly at you and pulling you closer to him.

you decide to ignore him and check his front pockets, finally finding his keys and opening the door. you walk in with him and take him to the couch, when he suddenly pulls you along with him while dropping backwards on it.

"don't you like me too?" he wraps his arms around your neck and stares into your eyes intensely.

"You're a nice person." you reply and pull yourself off of him only to have him wrap his legs around your waist and hold you in place.

he places his hands on your shoulders while you're propped up on him with your hands on his either side on the couch holding you up, with Jungkook's legs still wrapped around your waist tightly.

"noo~ more than a person. do you like me how I like you?" he pouts and stares up at you with his big eyes.

"if you don't then lemme make you like me." he suddenly sits up and switches positions causing you to sit down on the couch, while he's on top of you.

"w-what are you doing?" You mumble as he presses himself against you and grinds on you a little while grabbing your hair on the back of your head and smashing his lips against yours.

"mmhmph~" You try to pull away but he keeps pressing himself onto you and doesn't let you go at all.

he licks your bottom and then your top lip, his hand coming forward to wrap itself around the side of your neck. his thumb under your chin, tilting your chin upwards so he could kiss you better.

he pulls away breathlessly and stares into your eyes, your cheeks now a crimson shade. both of you panting against eachothers lips.

he pulls you in a kiss again, this time you kissing him back as your tongues rub against eachother again and again fighting for dominance.

he takes hold of your hands and places it on his ass, shifting closer to you on your lap while you tilt your head backwards against the back rest of the couch continuing to kiss him. he starts moving his hips against yours while you grip onto his ass through his jeans both of you groaning softly in eachothers mouths.

he pulls away again and climbs off of your lap, getting on his knees in front of you. he stares up at you with his big eyes and starts unbuttoning your pants at an annoyingly slow pace.

just as he pulls your boxers down your big thick cock springs up slapping softly against your tummy. he stares at it in shock and lust, taking hold of it slowly and giving it small kitty licks.

you place your hand on his head when he starts taking you in his mouth, helping him swallow your length perfectly till it hits the back of his throat. you feel him go deeper causing you to enter his throat as he gulps around you making you throw your head back and let out a soft moan.

hearing your positive response to what he just did he slowly starts bobbing his head up and down your length, swallowing and sucking your soul out of your dick.

"ahh fuck~" You groan gripping onto his hair while he continues doing such a great job.

he pulls away and strokes your dick with his hand staring up at you while licking his lips. you pant a little and look down at him, him giving you a soft smile before taking you in his mouth again.

"fuck-" You tightly close your eyes and concentrate on nothing but how good his mouth felt around you. how him deep throating you was now the best feeling in the world, and also how maybe now you jerking off isn't going to help you cum easily.

yes, since the first time you saw him there were sometimes he'd slide into your trail of thoughts while jerking off. the first time you thought it was rude, but having him in there and imagining yourself cumming on his face would make you cum so easily.

but now I think I won't be able to cum without his face actually under my dick while I cum. fuck what did you get yourself into, y/n!

you groan and feel your high building up while he strokes, licks and swallows your dick making you completely lose your mind due to the amount of pleasure.

"fuck I'm gonna cum." You groan one hand still holding his hair while the other grips on the back of the couch behind you.

"cum on my face please." You hear him say and for a sec you thought it was just your imagination but when you look down at him, you see him looking at you with his big eyes whilst moving his hand up and down your cock.

letting your desires engulf you, you immediately stand up towering over him. grabbing his hair you tilt his head backwards and take hold of your cock starting to jerk off at a fast pace.

you throw your head back and cum, spurting your sweet liquid all over his face with a moan. you look down panting to see him staring at you while being covered in your cum.

"You came so much." He says panting too, his fingers moving to his face as his licks your cum off of the corners of his lips and off of your fingers and hand too.

"fuck I'm sorry." You run a hand through your hair and grab some tissues from the tissue box on his coffee table and start wiping his face.

"Why? I liked it." You pause upon hearing him say that and look at him to realise he's been staring at you this whole time.

after done cleaning his face he pushes you back on the couch and stands in front of you in between your legs. he stares into your eyes and slowly starts stripping out of his clothes. climbing onto your lap he kisses you again, staring to slowly take the rest of your clothes off too.

you two share a nice soft make out session that leaves both of you breathlessly staring into eachothers eyes with lust and desire. he leans backwards a little so that he's sitting up straight and places his hands on your shoulders, whilst maintaining an eye contact with you.

"want me to prep you?" You stare into his eyes as he nods, his cheeks burning a shade darker.

you pull him in a kiss while moving your hand to his ass. you massage his ass cheeks softly as he moans into your mouth, both of your tongues rubbing against eachother. slipping on hand in between you press the tip of your fingers against his hole causing him to jerk forward with a gasp against your lips.

you slowly apply some pressure against his hole with your middle finger, pushing it in when he pulls away from the kiss and hides his face in your neck shyly. you kiss and suck on his neck in order to soothe him from any pain he might be feeling. pumping your fingers in and out of him on a slow and steady pace causes him to squirm and moan on top of you.

"another one?" You whisper in his ear while nibbling on his earlobe as he bites his lip and nods.

you pull your finger out and push back in, this time along with your index finger as the stretch causes jungkook to shut his eyes tightly and furrow his eyebrows. you start moving your fingers in and out of him at a slow pace while jungkook places his hands on your shoulders for support and moans on top of you.

you couldn't seem to get your eyes off of his face. seeing how it contorts in pleasure that you're giving him makes you painfully hard against your tummy.

"fuc- faster please" He mewls while starting to move his hips on your fingers, eyes tightly shut.

you pull your fingers out and then push them back in, this time going deeper as it causes jungkook to arch his back while moaning loudly because the tip of your fingers brushed against his g-spot.

"there you are." You coe at him, while pressing soft kisses on the hickeys you left on his neck and continue pumping your fingers in and out of him while purposefully applying pressure on his g-spot here and there.

"more please! i want more~" He moans and pants while gripping onto your hair at the back of your neck.

you take this as a sign to add another finger and continue pumping your three fingers in and out of him, stretching him out perfectly. you lean in and take his nipple in your mouth, rubbing your tongue against it before sucking on it softly causing jungkook to jerk up with a high pitched moan and his head to fall back.

you continue sucking and licking his nipple, tugging it with your teeth here and there as jungkook feels his hig approaching him rapidly. he arches his back into your face, holding onto your head against his chest tightly as you continue moving your fingers in and out of him at a fast pace.

"ffffff-fu-ck me!" He twitches harshly, his eyes rolling to the back of his head and squirts while cumming shooting streaks of piss all over your chest and his thighs followed with his cum.

you were taken by shock as you didn't know he was a squirter, but seeing how hard he came you continue moving your fingers in and out of him slowly to help him ride out his high.

once he's calmed down you pull your fingers out, jungkook softly whining at the feeling of emptiness and looking down at you with hooded eyes. he leans in immediately and presses his lips against yours, wrapping his arms tightly around your neck to hold you close to him.

his chest presses against yours, his piss and cum getting smeared on both of yours chests but neither of you cared enough to move away.

that was the hottest thing I've ever seen.

you think to yourself when jungkook pulls away and says something about continuing this in his bedroom. you see him climb off of your lap, still hard as a rock and holding his hand out to you. you take it and he leads you to his room, your focus moving down to his plump ass that had red handprints from how hard you were gripping on it while making out with him.

you both climb on his bed as he climbs on top of you again and presses his lips against yours while sitting on your dick. you groan at the feeling of his heat and wetness on your dick and grab his ass harshly with a slap. he moans against your lips, placing his hands on either sides of your head as you start rubbing and slapping his ass here and there making him grind on top of you.

"I'll make it good okay?." He pulls away and stares into your eyes.

you nod and get comfortable against his pillows while he sits up straight and spreads his ass cheeks to position your dick to his entrance and starts sinking in. you place your hands on his hips to help him both of your eyes never leaving eachother.

"ugh fuck-" You both moan in sync as he looks down once completely settled with you inside him and let's out a soft sigh.

"its in." You look at him as he pants and suddenly grab his hips and thrust up into him with a groan, pulling him down against you too to meet your hips.

"w-wait- wha- huffph!" He cuts himself off with a loud moan and places his hands on your chest for support.

"try to get used to not being the one in-charge with me, hm?" You scoff and hold him in place while starting to thrust upwards into him, whilst helping him move his hips in sync with you.

your actions soon cause him to melt into a moaning mess, your dick filling him up so well. meanwhile his walls felt so perfectly tight around you that it felt as if they were made just for you. that he was made just for you.

"hhngh!" He throws his head back while still leaning forward against you, hands now gripping onto your arms while letting out another loud moan.

"so perfect just for me." You groan underneath him and increase your pace moans spilling out of your mouths non-stop as the pleasure just explodes in both of your bodies like fireworks.

you decide to switch positions, so you flip both of you around causing his back to land on the bed and hover above him. spreading his legs out you position yourself so that you tip is right in front of his hole and push in slowly while jungkook throws his head back moaning loudly.

pulling his legs over your shoulders you set up an animalistic pace which has jungkook gripping onto the pillows and sheets around him while moaning out your name loudly. you look down to where your bodies were connected to see how easily he swallows up your dick, his own leaking precum profusely against his toned stomach.

you hold onto his hips and angle yourself in a way that has jungkook screaming at the feeling of your tip hitting again and again against his g-spot. he arches his back and head into the mattress while his toes curl up in the air the amount of pleasure you're giving him basically overflowing through his veins.

he felt as if he was dripping from everywhere and it felt so good that he never wanted to get rid of this feeling. he brings his hand up and grips onto his hair in frustration at the unbelievable feeling. his hair was wet from all his sweat but he pulls onto it without a care in the world, while chanting your name like a mantra. if he knew fucking you would make him feel this good, he would've done this wayyy before.

he feels your hands slide up his stomach and to his chest, softly rubbing at his sensitive nipples and he finds himself arching into your hands. you pinch and rub his nipples again and again increasing the amount of pleasure by ten times as he feels his high approaching him again.

you push his legs further ahead to a point that his knees almost touch his shoulders and drill into him because him clenching around you repeatedly was causing you to feel like you were about to cum too.

you fasten your pace more, pistoning into his hole when jungkook arches his back harshly squirting again and cumming simultaneously all over your and his chest. his toes curl and he sees stars behind his closed eyelids while his walls clench around you so tight that you end up cumming inside him with a groan.

you slow down your pace and continue moving in and out him, seeing small pumps of cum and piss still pouring out of him as his head was still arched back into the pillow with his mouth open but no sound coming out. stopping eventually you both lay there panting, as the sight of him shaking because of his orgasm makes you get hard again in an instant.

you place his legs down and lean in, pressing your swollen lips gently against his swollen ones and you both share a messy kiss with your breaths and soft moans mingling here and there along with your tongues and spit.

you wrap your arms around his waist and pull him up so that he's straddling your lap, as he wraps his arms around your neck for support and continues kissing you back. you place your hands on his ass and position your tip right in front of his hole when he pulls away from the kiss abruptly. you chase after his lips while he places his hands on your shoulders to stop you.

"Wait stop!" He yells suddenly as you listen to him stopping yourself from any movements.

"what what what??? did I hurt you????" You say and proceed to pull him off of you only to be stopped by him pulling your hands off of his waist.

"n-no. i- I just wanna put it in pr-properly." He stutters as you notice his ears growing red which causes you to break into a smile.

"alright. go for it." You pat his back softly and place a few kisses on his shoulder, to which Jungkook replies with a few whimpers and tiny moans.

he turns around so you won't see how his cheeks were burning red. his back was now facing you, as you lean back against the headboard to give him his space and let him do what he wants. he spreads his legs a little more and turns sideways placing a hand on your shoulder for support and starts sinking in after positioning your dick perfectly. his eyes focused on how well and easily your dick was sliding into him, filling him up once again.

"huff hngh-" He bites his lower lip while throwing his head back and continuing to sink down on you feeling his high build up just by having you enter him.

once he was done he let's out a small sigh and keeps sitting up straight as you watch him waiting for a sign to start moving. Jungkook suddenly moves back a little causing your dick to slip in deeper as he throws his head back, mouth falling open but nothing comes out.

"ah fuc-" You groan underneath him while throwing your head back. you couldn't help yourself now so you snake an arm around his waist and pulled him closer starting to thrust up into him again.

you had one arm around his waist, snuggling your head in his neck while the other was cupping his inner thigh, holding his legs open. he too had placed his hands on both of your arms, gripping onto the forearms while throwing his head back and moaning loudly.

you keep placing kisses on his neck and increase your pace moans spilling out and filling up his bedroom causing the amount of air to run short and both of you ending up breathless.

you take hold of his hand and wrap it around his hard dick, collecting some of the precum spilling from his tip and start stroking it. your hand still around his as he arches his back feeling the warmth of both of your's hands around his dick.

"d-dont i-i'll cu-cum." He moans loudly as you continue thrusting in him while stroking his dick as both of yours oragasm build up quickly since you both were still very sensitive from your last orgasms.

you increase your pace of thrusting up into him as he starts moving his hips in sync with yours. both of yours moans grow louder and louder and you both continue pumping his dick causing his walls to clench around you so perfectly.

you bite onto his shoulder while he throws his head back against yours, head hitting the headboard with a loud bang. you place your free hand on his head where it hit the headboard and cum inside him, filling him up with your warm sweet cum as he moans at the feeling while throwing his head back too and cumming all over his chest and both of your thighs.

panting, you both sit quietly for sometime to gain some energy back. jungkook still sitting on top of, goes limp and leans against you the energy completely leaving out of his body because having you fuck him sent him away in a state of euphoria where he kind of wanted to stay forever.

you rub softly against his hair to soothe any pain he must be feeling from hitting his head so hard against the headboard, but jungkook was far too gone from his consciousness to even understand what was going on.

you slowly lift him up and place him on the bed next to you, fixing the pillow under his head and take hold of the tissue box and start wiping him clean. you look up at him to notice how he still had his eyes closed and was shaking a little due to the aftershocks so you make sure to quickly clean both of you up, just to follow it up with some good rest.

"You come too." he mumbles when you gently cover him with the comforter as he gets comfortable and takes hold of your hand placing it below his head.

"Yes lemme clean up real quick okay?" You say brushing his hair off of his face and pull your hand away slowly going to the living room and picking up both of yours clothes and bringing them to the bedroom. you then go to the bathroom and bring out a warm wet towel and clean yourself first before taking another towel and cleaning jungkook up with it.

"come quickkkk~" He whines sleepishly as you chuckle and tell him you are trying to be as quick as possible and go to the laundry room to drop the towels in the basket.

you turn around to head back to the bedroom to see Jungkook standing in the doorway wearing your shirt and rubbing his eyes while pouting.

"what's wrong?" You ask and step towards him as he comes towards you and wraps his arms around your waist resting his head on your chest.

"stay with me." he pouts as you chuckle softly and wrap your arms around him too brushing his hair a little.

"Yes I will." Lifting him up you take him back to the bedroom and place him on the bed, joining him immediately as he shifts backwards pressing his back against your chest and resting his head on your bicep. you cover him with the comforter as he sighs and snuggles back more into your arms.

"cover yourself too. no matter how hot it gets you have to keep your tummy covered." He mumbles sleepishly as you cover yourself with the comforter too bringing your hand up to his hair and softly stroking it.

he falls asleep soon and turns in his sleep snuggling his head into your chest and cuddling you tightly as you cuddle him back and fall asleep too.

#bts jk #jungkook smut #bts jeon jungkook #jungkook x reader #bts x reader #bts one shot #jeon jeongguk #jungkook #bts fluff #jungkook x male reader

[night3owl]

Crosshair x gn Teen!reader (platonic of course)

A/N: this is my first fanfic so sorry if it’s bad lol

Warnings: Order 66, nightmares, star wars violence, death, mentions of death, I think thats it? Lmk if i missed any!!

(Y/F/N)= Your fake name

Word count: 1319

Blaster bolts were flying at you constantly, it seemed like they would never stop. The clones you fought along side with turned against you, showing no mercy. You followed Ahsoka to the ship Rex was in, both of you jumping in the air, falling.

You wake up with a start, another nightmare. That whole day was a nightmare if you were being honest. The day the Jedi fell, the day your best friends turned on you within the blink of an eye, the day you had to fake your death, and the day you couldn’t do anything about it. 

You rub your face to try and wake yourself up more. You get up and get dressed into a shirt, pants, boots, goggles, and mask. Your comm goes off, Cid was comming you.

“Hey kid, you still looking for some jobs?”

“Yeah”

~

You walk through the streets, keeping an eye out for anyone who might cause trouble. After a few minutes you reach Cid’s and go inside, going to the back where she usually gives jobs.

“-And you’ll be working with someone else for this job”

You walk in as Cid points to you. Looking around the room you see the Bad Batch, and a child..? You walk up to the holotable, keeping as calm as possible ‘they might have their chips out, you never know’. You hope they have their chips out, they were some of your closest friends. But that was in the past now, now you had to focus on your identity being hidden. And credits. Credits can get you a lot of things.

“This is (Y/F/N), the person you’ll be working with. (Y/F/N), this is the Bad Batch.” Cid points at you, then the Batch. You nod to them, acting casual.

“Here’s the job-“

~

You walk to the marauder from your apartment since you had to get your blasters, one on each of your thighs, resting in their holsters. You also got your knives and hid them in your boots, just in case. 

Once you arrive you notice Crosshair standing on the stairs, obviously impatient. ‘Of course he is, he’s Crosshair for force sake.’

“You took forever”

“It’s a ten minute walk each way, of course I took forever” You roll your eyes. Crosshair walks up the rest of the ramp, and you decide to follow him. Crosshair closes the ramp behind you two, yelling to Tech that you’re on the ship.

~

The mission was simple, in theory of course. Just sneak into an academy, find the person who wants out, and leave. Simple, right?

“Alright, we’ll split up into groups, Omega and Tech, you’re with me. Crosshair and (Y/F/N), you’ll go around back and watch our backs. Wrecker and Echo, you’re our backup” 

Everyone nods to Hunter, going to their groups. You walk up to Crosshair, looking up the cliff.

“So, how are we gonna get up there?” You ask him, although you already knew the answer to that.

“Just like how they are,” Crosshair nods over to the right as Wrecker throws Tech, Omega, and Hunter up the cliff. You turn your face to an expression of horror as Wrecker starts walking towards you two. Crosshair smirks, telling you that you’re going first, making you panic. 

“WHAT?! THATS LIKE 15 M-”

By the time you protest Wrecker throws you up into the air while chuckling. You land on the edge of the cliff on the dirt, your left foot slipping off into the air. You quickly grab the ground and pull yourself up. Crosshair lands next to you as you stand up while wiping the dirt off of your clothes.

“You okay kid?” 

“Mhm”

You start walking towards the back of the building. You and Crosshair walk through the forest, a comfortable silence between you two. You guys quickly get to the back of the building. Crosshair shoots a grappling hook above the second-story window and attaches the line to his belt. Realizing you can’t use the force to jump up, you walk over to him and grab onto him. He makes sure you’re secure before tugging on the rope to pull you two up.

You go inside through the window first, landing on a metal grate bridge that’s 6 meters above the floor. You make sure Crosshair is inside and there are no traces of you coming in.

“Hurry up kid, can’t be wasting any time”

“Yeah yeah”

You both walk over to the armory on the bridges, since that’s where the person is supposed to be. You got there before the others on purpose to make sure the coast is clear. Crosshair sends a signal to Hunter while you look around. “There’s no one up here with us”

“Don’t worry (Y/F/N), the less we have to shoot the better” You nod, looking down at the door. Suddenly you sense danger coming from the left. You quickly shove Crosshair and yourself down to the floor of the bridge and bring out one of your blasters, shooting down TK troopers. Crosshair quickly joins you and tries to comm the others.

“Kriff, they’re jamming the comms! Its a trap!”

“Obviously! They’re probably trying to get rid of whoever doesn’t like the empire!”

You can barely hear each other over the blaster fire. You sense more troops coming behind you and turn around to shoot them. ‘If only i still had my lightsabers.’ You both finally shot down all the troopers after a minute but still hear blaster’s shooting. You look down to see about 40-70 TK Troopers shooting at Hunter, Tech, and Omega.

Not caring anymore about hiding your identity, you jump over the rail, hearing Crosshair yell out your fake name. Using the force to cushion your landing, you take out your blasters and start help shooting down the TK’s. You can see Crosshair helping out as you get shot in the goggles, sending you to the floor.

You hear your fake name being called by multiple people. You take off your goggles since they’re cracked, which results in taking your mask off too. You quickly stand up, you weren’t injured since your goggles took the bullet. You start shooting again, this time using the force to aim. Within a minute or two all the troopers where shot down and you were almost to the front of the building. There were about 15 TK’s at the front doors. Crosshair signaled to you, ‘Sniper time’, you nod in response. You back up a bit while looking up at the bridges, Crosshair following you. Using the force, you throw him up onto the bridge above you. He quickly starts sniping the TK’s, all of them down within 30 seconds.

Crosshair jumps down from the bridge while you use the force to catch him. You all quickly run outside and head to the cliff, you didn’t realize how steep it was until now. 

“How are we going to get down?” You chuckle at Omega’s question, everyone else already knowing the answer.

“The same way we got up here of course. Up and away.” You use the force to lift them all up and throw them into the air and then jump off. Once you all land you go inside the marauder and Tech goes to the cockpit, flying the ship. 

“So, how long were you planning to hide your identity for?” Crosshair points at you with his toothpick, smirking. 

“Eh, hopefully forever,” you chuckle, “but look how that turned out.” 

Tech walks in, datapad in hand, “According to the empire you’re dead, same place and time as Rex, which I assume you know he’s alive”

“Gee, is everyone faking their deaths?” Echo complains, rolling his eyes.

“Only Rex, Ahsoka, and I”

“Commander Tano’s alive..?”

“Er, technically she isn’t a jedi anymore, she left the order a while ago.” You rub your neck, looking anywhere but at Echo.

“She wHAT-“

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[asskickedbygirl]

Request for smutty and fluffy Johnny fic where fem reader is an actress turned new cast member for Jackass Forever, but grew up having the biggest crush on Johnny. She gets caught on someone’s live saying how hard work is because of how hot she finds Johnny, and it goes viral.

Hot For Knoxville [Johnny Knoxville x F!Reader]

Desc: Anon covered it but i made it a little more … dirty

A/n: thank you for request! haven’t written any silver foxville but he’s still hot so here is this. sorry there isn’t much fluff til the end i got kinda carried away… lmk if you enjoy! also sorry it took so long i deleted it at first…

Warnings: smut (18+), p in v, age gap, alcohol and drug use, praise kink, oral (m receiving)

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You sat in Rachel’s apartment with her Jasper and Poopies after a long day of press. Being the new cast members, you started a tradition of hanging out after shooting or press and ended up becoming close friends. You and Rachel were on the couch talking and passing round a blunt while the guys sat in the kitchen. “So what were you thinking when Johnny first dmed you?” Rachel asked, inhaling the smoke into her lungs. “Well I mean at first I was kinda hoping it was for reasons other than professional.” Rachel laughed and handed you the joint. “Oh really?” You grinned, “Well who wouldn’t want Johnny Knoxville sliding into their dms?” Rachel giggled then tilted her head. “Isn’t he a little old for you?” You shrugged. “Hey the silver hair kinda does it for me. It was actually kinda hard to concentrate at work.” Rachel urged you to go on. “Well he was just so hot. I was constantly blushing and stammering around him. I still get all flustered when he talks to me sometimes like who the hell gets to work with their prepubescent sexual awakening?!” The guys began laughing and gasping, clapping their hands over their mouth and turning to face you. Your heart stopped at their reactions. “What?” You asked but feared you already knew the answer. “We’re on live.” Poopies replied, your face immediately turning a bright red.

You dreaded the next day when you’d be doing a full cast interview for some morning show. Naturally, someone had screen-recorded the live and it had done its rounds all over twitter and instagram. You knew Johnny had to know and that drove you crazy. You showed up to press, the crew already tormenting you over the video before Johnny even arrived. “Gonna find work hard today Y/n?” Wee-man teased. “Damn, maybe I should let my hair go gray.” Mocked Steve-o. Your eyes had rolled enough for ten years in the ten minutes you were waiting for your silver fox coworker. And then he waltzed in, immediately beelining for you at the coffee table, a wide grin on his face. “Well hello Y/n.” Your eyes rolled again, not even bothering to respond as you smiled flatly. “And how was your evening yesterday?” He asked as you gritted your teeth. “Very funny Knoxville.” He cackled his typical cackle. “Well hey I’m sorry! I’ll try not to make this hard for you today, I’ll look a little less sexy.” You gave him the stink eye and he laughed again. “Your heads so big right now I’m surprised you could even fit through the door.” He laughed again. “Alright, alright, I’ll leave you alone. I know you get flustered if I talk to you for too long.” You shook your head with disapproval as he walked away, leaving you with bright red cheeks.

Work was harder than usual that day what with all of the guys tormenting you about live stream gate. What was worse was how hot you found Johnny when he was being so cocky. Maybe you didn’t regret boosting his ego after all… Tremaine invited you out with the whole cast that night to celebrate the last day of press before the premiere and you gratefully accepted, never a better day to drink away your shame. You got ready, opting for a shorter dress for a more slutty approach to distract everyone from your embarrassment and headed out.

As soon as you arrived you headed straight for the bar to catch up with everyone else seeing as you arrived sort of late. By the time your first vodka shot poured down your throat a certain southern man had joined you. “Nice of you to join us.” He charmed and you ignored him, throwing back the next shot “Woah, maybe go easy there, don’t wanna be hungover on the red carpet now do we?” You wiped the corners of your mouth. “I’m sure I’ll be fine.” Johnny bit his lip. “Sorry for today, it’s funny s’all. Not really used to being flattered too much nowadays.” You peered up at him. “Really?” He shrugged. “Glad to know I have one fan of the silver hair.” You smiled. “Alright Silver Foxville.” Johnny gave you a quizzical look and scoffed. “What did you call me?” You laughed heartedly, “Just something I’m trying out.” You gazed up at him, your head sort of reeling at the fact you were kind of actually flirting with Johnny.

You both returned to the group and spent the rest of the night drinking and getting progressively more touchy with your childhood crush. Although you were almost two decades younger than your costar, he still made your heart skip a thousand beats and his sudden surge in flirty behaviour was making your head swarm. “So, I was your sexual awakening huh?” Johnny asked, raising his brows suggestively. You laughed, getting more comfortable with the scandal now his arm was draped around your shoulders. “God don’t even. I remember watching Jackass when I was like 12 and it was the bit where you had a bunch of bees as your underwear and I was just obsessed with you from that point on, you were like my sex icon.” He cackled loudly again, another proper Johnny, hand on belly cackle. “Good to know, good to know. And has much changed?” You rolled your eyes. “Not answering that.” Johnny looked smug then, “Oh really?” Your demeanour changed as Johnny wet his lips, his almost lustful eyes boring into you. “You wanna get out of here?” He asked and your heart stopped. You hesitated, shocked at the underlying intention of his question but agreed anyways.

Johnny made up some lame excuse that you were both tired and would get an uber together but you knew they didn’t buy it, not that you cared. The ride to yours was intense, you sat close together and tried to make normal conversation but the butterflies in your tummy were running rampant. He just looked at you with these almost knowing eyes and would bite his lip every now and again. You eventually arrived at yours as you unlocked the door and encouraged Johnny to sit while you got yourselves beers. He leaned back on your couch and had his legs spread wide, fuck. You handed him the beer and intended in launching into some irrelevant conversation to deflect from your nerves but he had other ideas. “Rachel’s right you know, I’m too old for you.” You sighed and took a sip from your beer. “Are we still on this?” Johnny took the bottle from your hands and set it down. You knitted your brows together but your face softened when you saw your crushes blown out pupils. “You got a thing for older guys?” You swallowed. “Maybe.” He smiled. “You got a thing for me though don’t you?” You bit your lip.

Johnny stood up from his position and looked down at you, hand reaching up to stroke your cheek gently, a look of wonder in your eyes. “You think about me?” You nodded as his thumb brushed against your lips. “Think about me when you’re touching yourself?” His thumb slipped into your mouth then, his words and actions making your panties pool. You sucked on his thumb obediently, lightly nodding. “Good girl.” You whimpered and his eyes lit up. “You like when I call you a good girl?” You pressed your thighs together tightly and nodded again. Usually you wouldn’t be into this stuff, but when it was Johnny you’d be wet at anything he did. He removed his thumb from your lips and grabbed your chin. “Open.” He muttered and you complied, allowing him to spit into your mouth. He scoffed as you swallowed it. “Jesus. I could do anything to you right now and you’d let me. Wouldn’t you?” You bit your lip again, your pleading eyes still looking up at him. He grabbed your chin more forcefully this time, “Wouldn’t you?” You verbally answered, voice wavering.

Your cheeks were a splotchy red as your eyes gazed up at him innocently, willing to submit to this act Johnny had put on. He lifted his arm down to pick up your hand that was lying on your lap, bringing it towards his ‘Knoxville’ belt. You complied with his wishes, undoing it as quickly as possible. You zipped his pants down and reached right into his boxers, taking his semi-hard cock out. You grabbed it by its shaft and looked up at PJ, waiting for instructions obediently. He smiled and nodded, “Go on.” You began pumping him slowly then before licking his tip gently. He groaned at the contact, his cock becoming fully erect. You got to work swirling your tongue around the tip, tasting his precum and moving your hand up and down the shaft. Eventually Johnny’s hand found it’s way to the back of your head, pushing it lightly to encourage you to take him in fully. You did as he urged, struggling to get half way down but sucking him nevertheless. He groaned while did so, beginning to move your head up and down himself now, his hips slightly bucking. “God you’re good at that,” He moaned, your eyes fluttering up to meet his lustful ones. “So pretty with my cock in your mouth baby.” You shut your thighs tightly at the praise and Johnny smiled when he noticed.

“You wanna touch yourself?” You nodded, pulling your tight dress up to fold at your waist, giving PJ a teasing glance at your panties. He bit his lip and continued pushing you down to take more of him in while your hands slipped under the band, fingers moving to rub your clit. You moaned softly against Johnny’s cock, the vibrations causing him to mirror your noise. That’s when he began gathering your hair up to hold a firm grip on you, the pushing and pulling getting rougher. Your pace with your fingers quickened as you began gagging on Johnny’s cock, the tip hitting the back of your throat. “Put a finger inside of yourself.” Johnny panted. You moved your ass to allow yourself better access, slipping a finger in while saliva began dripping down your chin. “There you go, good girl.” The praise caused you to moan again and add an extra finger. Johnnys pace increased so forcefully your motions inside of yourself stopped, only concentrating on breathing through your nose as the older man face fucked you. It got to a point you figured he had to come before he pulled your mouth off of him, strings of saliva still connecting you.

You wiped your chin with your hand, taking your other one out of your panties while Johnny took his pants completely off, his shirt with it. You bit your lip and pulled off the rest of your dress as well as your panties, admiring Johnny’s toned body despite his age. He grinned seductively when he saw you bare in front of him and at his mercy. He took your chin between his index and his thumb once again to tilt your head up towards him. “You’re too pretty for your own good. You know that?” You blushed like a schoolgirl even though you had just sucked the man’s dick thirty seconds prior. He took a seat next to you on the couch and pulled you to straddle his lap, seating you just above his cock. He rubbed his hand against your mound as he leaned in and kissed you roughly. It became apparent that that was the first time the two of you had even kissed and boy you were not wasting it. Lips and teeth clashing, tongues battling for dominance, soft whimpers let out as he continued to rub your clit. You pulled away, “I need you Johnny.” He smiled and leaned his head back, “Then get me.” He motioned towards his dick and you realised he wanted you to fuck him. You complied but were initially skeptical at his willingness to give up control for a moment, but maybe he had an ulterior motive.

You reached back and took his dick in your hand, already wet with your spit and his pre-cum and began lowering yourself. You whimpered as he breached into you, gripping his shoulder to steady yourself but noticed he made no efforts to help. In fact, Johnny had his arms up, leaning his head against his interlocked hands. “Go on.” He spoke, biting his lip and pushing his hips up lightly, teasing you. It became clear he was doing this on purpose, letting you do all the pathetic work to degrade you, and you weren’t even mad about it. You did as you were told, eventually getting down all the way before lifting again. It was hard to get a proper pace going when it was a one man job, just you fucking yourself with Johnnys cock while he watched on with delight. You whimpered and panted as you began bouncing, still steadying yourself with his shoulders. “Does that feel good?” He asked, taunting you. You looked him in the eyes and nodded, “Yeah.” He smiled back. “Hmmm. You like fucking yourself or do you want me to help?” You sighed, “Can you help?” He laughed, “Why didn’t you ask in the first place?”

Johnny grabbed your hips and pulled you down so you were fully seated on his cock, causing you to moan out before he pulled you off once more, slamming you back down immediately after. His pace became relentless, your mind fogging up as you let him fuck you. “You gonna find it hard to work tomorrow? Hmmm? Gonna find it hard to walk maybe.” You couldn’t reply, fucked out of your mind. You didn’t expect Knoxville to be such a dom in bed, certainly didn’t expect him to fuck you so well either. You moaned out louder than usual when he hit that spot inside of you. “Right there.” You managed to croak out, head leaning into Johnnys neck now, “Oh right there huh?” Johnny matched his stroke from before, hitting the spot with every thrust. Not before long he had brought you to the very edge, your moans hindering as you held your breath, trying not to release the loud noises that wished to be let out. You subconsciously bit his neck softly. “Let me hear you.” He muttered, continuing his pace. You pulled away and moaned pornographically as you fell off the edge, feeling your orgasm wash over you as you came on his cock. Johnny continued to plow into you, overstimulation making you convulse and whimper. “S’okay. I’m gonna cum inside you now sweetheart. That okay?” You nodded with your eyes shut, still whimpering. Johnny’s hips started stuttering until he grabbed your hips and pulled you all the way down forcefully, spilling inside of you as deep as he could. He moaned loudly as he finished, a sound you wish could be replayed in your head over and over.

“Fuck.” He muttered, panting heavily. You grinded your hips gently against him before pulling off, using his shoulders to do so. He groaned as he saw the cum spilling out of you, making a mess on your thighs. “God, let me clean you up.” He lifted you off his lap and made you lay down on the couch before putting his boxers back on and wandering around your tiny apartment to find your bathroom. He returned with a towel and began wiping your core gently. You admired him as he did it so meticulously, with such care despite ruining you a few minutes before. You tangled your fingers in his hair and passed him a gentle smile. “You alright?” He asked and you nodded. “Didn’t expect you to fuck so well old man.” He laughed at your snarky remark, clambering on top of you. “Old man?” He nipped you on the neck and you giggled. “Coming from the woman creaming her pants when I call her a good girl.” You pushed his face gently, acting as if your cheeks weren’t flushing at just the mention of the words. “You think the guys will know we fucked?” You asked, pushing Johnny’s silver hair off his forehead. He smiled, “Well maybe they’ll have an idea when you start walking all funny down the red carpet.” You covered your mouth as you laughed wholeheartedly.

End.

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[celiosal]

Hi! How are you??? I want to say that I love your writing and how you organize your posts too! I'd like to request a reaction/headcanons, I hope it's ok for you to it and I completely understand if you don't want it! I feel like there's a stereotypes/gender role conformity about how boys and girls act in a relationships but I. Am. Weak. for things like, boys sitting on my lap, being the little spoon, stealing my clothes (I'm a tall gal and I use baggy clothes), etc. just boys being pampered emotionally/feeling safe and not (just) in the way society expects women to take care of men (as if they are our child). I'm a girl but I guess that writing it gender-neutral would still be cool since the fics' dynamics are usually the other way around. Take care of yourself! xoxo

Pampered Boys !

pairings - mammon, belphegor, barbatos x reader synopsis - spoiling the boys with love and their reaction.

writing contains : fluff, established relationship, gender neutral (lmk of any possible mistakes), possible ooc, headcanons, showering with barbatos, just boys being pampered

a/n - aa you guys are so sweet 😭 I fully agree with you and I love the idea!! (we stan tall girls! ★) I hope I did it right!

MAMMON

♧ It may not look like it but this little demon loves to steal your clothes.

♧ Believe me, he would steal hoodies, t-shirts, and basically anything he can wear.

♧ He just loves the scent of you and absolutely would never sell it, it's only for him and it's too special for him.

♧ He gets all pouty when you try to take it back, heck he even has a whole drawer filled with your clothing.

♧ Give him passionate kisses and he will start blushing furiously.

♧ When you sleep together, he loves being the small spoon. The comfort of your arms around him keeps the nightmares away (especially when you two watch horror movies together)

♧ He's adorable when he sleeps, sometimes he'll whisper your name and reach out to try and hug you. Of course you hug him and he relaxes again.

♧ I can not stress the things he will do to show how much he loves you, it got so bad to the point where he nearly set the whole house on fire.

♧ Absolutely appreciates everything you give him, when you come into his room you're bound to find one of your gifts in a glass container or some sort.

BELPHEGOR

☽ Sleepy boy also loves being the small spoon when cuddling. It's soothing and helps him sleep better.

☽ Shower him in praise and he'll crumble into your arms.

☽ Just like his twin, he enjoys good food as well. When you cook him an amazing meal he'll finish it no matter if he's hungry or not.

☽ Despite already being in a relationship, he loves it when you choose him over his brothers, it always gives him a sense of pride.

☽ Belphie loves when you watch movies together, huddled in a blanket and hugging your arm.

☽ Adores sleeping on your lap, he just thinks that your thighs are more comfortable than a normal pillow.

☽ He only wakes up to you and you only, otherwise he'd be grumpy because he didn't see you first thing in the morning.

☽ As someone who's been touch starved, he loves it when you pepper him with kisses all over him. Your breath tickling his skin and making him chuckle.

☽ Just give him attention and he's satisfied for life.

BARBATOS

‣ He's a busy demon alright, but when he does have time you two spend it by caring for each other.

‣ Give him a massage, he'll fully relax at the touch of your arms. Stiff and sore muscles finally disappearing.

‣ If you somehow wake up early before him, cook him breakfast and brew tea and he'll appreciate it to the end of days.

‣ Sometimes he wonders how he was able to get someone like you, you're always so kind to him.

‣ When you two shower together, both of you scrub each other's back. It's just a thing you do.

‣ Barbatos is one who won't show his emotions so easily, but if you do something special like a date, his walls will break

‣ On especially rare occasions, he can be clingy so just take care of him!

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[hyperfixation-tangentopia]

Hellu! How are you?

I was just wondering what your favorite relationships (ships or platonic) in LMK are?

Anyways I hope you have a good day!

YES I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE

Also kinda meh but watched some Monkie Kid so my day's been mostly alright

OKAY

To absolutely nobody's surprise Wukong and Macaque

I just like them okay

I flip between them being brothers and something not quite platonic but not romantic either depending on the situation

Like in my mind they do a lot of the romantic stuff without actually being romantically involved but also being friends and something else?? But not a QPR? Idk they're a mess. Or they're bff-brothers, depending on what I'm consuming or what fits my mood. Either way they're a relationship that can't quite be explained in normal words and you just kinda have offshoots before and after everything

MK and Mei (I was scared they were going to go down the haunted route of M MC and F MC get together but they shut that down quick in Calabash and I've never felt so terrified then so relieved in my life)

Red Son and Mei

Not much screentime there but the possibilities - especially in relation to Red Son's abusive family dynamic - are ENDLESS and I love it

Pigsy and Tang

Enough said

(No but seriously I will elaborate if someone needs I don't mind)

Umm DBK and PIF are cute

As a couple

Uhhhhhhh I know I'm forgetting people

Peng and Macaque is fun

I know you said ships and platonic and so was probably expecting something more on the friendly side but while I don't ship these guys AT ALL I am ready for Peng's feathery behind to become FRIED CHICKEN by Macaque

Nezha and Red Son stuff is cute, not really canon yet though

Wukong and MK is GREAT and I love how they have both of them seeing each other as this shining light and themselves in each other's shadows (because especially not even I will pass up a chance to reference Shadow Play but there is real reason here lol). MK believing Wukong is this flawless hero with all the answers and Wukong being flawed and scrambling for answers as much as the rest of them. MK mirroring parts of Wukong that aren't as great. It's awesome.

Yes I love MK and Macaque with my heart and soul no I will not elaborate on my feelings on these two because unlike Wukong there is no easy cut-off for a rant.

I know I'm forgetting people so sorry

You might be able to tell I'm not much of a shipper in this show lol basically every relationship is platonic or something undescribable to me, with a couple qprs and the only romantic one being the canon one

I will still ramble about them anyway

You have an awesome day and thank you SO MUCH FOR THE ASK!!! Genuinely lit up. Words might be weird because I haven't slept for almost 48 hours (yeah yeah getting to it) sorry!

#lego monkie kid #monkie kid #lmk #lmk season 4 spoilers #lego monkie kid season 4 spoilers #not sure but better safe than sorry