#3:46 pm

[lovemehatemex0]

yeah im not ok

#3:46 pm

[knittedbond]

finished station eleven. holy shit dude

#semicolon #its 10:46 pm i started reading this book at 3 pm just about #its raining endlessly its so dark it wont stop raining i cannot stop thinking about arthur leander. and the world

[charliesinfern0]

i cant sleep :(

#I woke up at like 3:30 am and it’s 4:46 right now #:((( #and I’m still sad abt stuff #probably bc it’s past 10 pm and I’m tired and stuff :/ #I just wanted to see what the nightlife was like on here #honestly not all that different #ok I’m gonna try to sleep now gn <3

[rllybadfanfic]

wake you up in the middle of the night

just to hear them sa~ay

dude you should write a scene where xyz happens and here's seven lines of perfect dialogue that you will forget if you don't write them down.

#the first two lines are hotel california btw bc it's 3:46 am and muses did this to me with my fic and then this post exactly #why can't i be inspired at 11 am? 1 pm? normal good times to be awake and working on things #fanfic #fan fic #fantiction #writing #writer

[chaoticace2005]

Rules for the Hazbin Hotel, authored by Vaggie:

1. No drugs.

2. No fights.

3. No pranks.

4. No problematic language.

5. No murder (OR TERRITORIAL GENOCIDE WHAT THE FUCK ANGEL)

6. No smuggling in of drugs. Not by sticking them up your ass. Or by hiding them in a pizza box. Or by slingshotting them to the roof. Or getting someone else to. Not at all.

7. No sexual rendezvous with outsiders in the hotel. No SHOWING sexual rendezvous with strangers to people of the hotel either.

8. Make sure the pig/future pets stay in the patron’s room. (This includes eggs!!)

9. No singing Limit singing to once twice per day

10. Stop flirting with the bartender Angel

11. Don’t call Husk “Husker” unless he allows it.

12. No harassing the staff at all. This includes asking who tops.

13. Don’t suggest anything sexual/romantic to Alastor unless you want your head cut off.

14. NO CUTTING OFF PEOPLE’S HEADS

15. NO EATING PEOPLE

16. NO MAKING CHARLIE CRY.

17. Don’t ask me to put my spear “inside you” Angel, what the fuck?

18. Don’t turn the interior of the hotel into a swamp?! Keep it contained in your room if you must!

19. No stabbing staff or residents. No matter how much they look like bugs! (OR IF THEYRE NAME IS ANGEL)

20. Don’t try and stab bugs if they’re within 10 feet of another demon.

21. Don’t call anyone a “bitch” OR TALK ABOUT HOW MY NAME SOUNDS LIKE “VAGINA”

22. Limit Niffty’s access to sharp objects.

23. NO DEALS ALASTOR

24. No drinking. Limit drinking at bar.

25. No mentioning the Stock Market Crash of 1929. For everyone’s benefit.

26. Don’t blow a hole in the wall.

27. Try to keep roast battles OUTSIDE the hotel. (Or stop picking fights?? Please Alastor I swear to God…)

28. No spying on the hotel for outside sources or putting technology that can be used against us.

29. No evil laughing in the middle of the night, what the fuck Alastor?

30. No building weapons/war machines.

31. No eggs! (Fine the eggs can stay.)

32. Someone please keep an eye on Niffty. (And the eggs.)

33. Stop touching people ANGEL.

34. Don’t make other people storm off HUSK.

35. Respect boundaries.

36a. If Angel looks like he’s about to pass out/cry don’t comment. Let him do his thing.

36b. Don’t try to talk to Angel if he’s on the phone with Valentino. Honestly don’t even mention his phone calls with Valentino.

37. Please don’t call Lucifer “Daddy”

38. Don’t turn into a 20 foot tall demon-eating creature unless absolutely necessary.

39. Don’t cause angry loan sharks to show up at the front door.

40. NO EXPLOSIONS!

41. Rule #2, “No fights” can be broken if the person you’re fighting is Valentino. Or Adam.

42. Don’t lie to your girlfriend or hide the fact you were secretly an angel.

43. DONT TALK ABOUT PEOPLE’S TITS (or lack of)

44. KNOCK BEFORE ENTERING A BEDROOM ESPECIALLY IF SOMEONE’S HAVING MAKEUP SEX

45. Don’t give people makeovers while they’re sleeping, ANGEL!

46. Don’t pretend to eat someone’s pet, ALASTOR

47. Don’t die.

48. I never want to hear the words “cum-plete” again.

49. STOP HAVING FIGHTS ACROSS THE BUILDING LUCIFER AND ALASTOR!!

50. If Charlie is passed out on the couch LET HER SLEEP

51. No making bombs in the hotel Cherri!

52. Stop breaking rules and then saying it’s “FOR SIR PENTIOUS!”

53. Angel don’t try to shoot someone if they break spaghetti.

54. Don’t break spaghetti. Or “ruin” Italian food. Whatever the fuck that means. This apparently includes pineapple on pizza.

55. Don’t mention Valentino unless Angel brings him up first.

56. Don’t comment on Angel and Husk’s flirting.

57. Only call Angel “Anthony” if things are serious (or if you’re Husk)

58. Don’t use any of the nicknames Husk and Angel use for each other. This includes but is not limited to: “Whiskers”, “Legs”, “Kitty”, “Webs”, “Tony”, “Love”, and “Baby.”

59. It’s better not to question whatever facts Husk gives about his past.

60. Family dinners at 6 pm unless you can’t make it due to prior obligation. Game nights after on Sundays.

61. No hunting people for sport and NO KNIFE MONOPOLY.

62. Don’t attach knives to a roomba so you can have a “boyfriend” Niffty.

63. Keep Niffty away from Roombas.

64. Alastor, treat people with decency. Really, it’s not that hard.

65. No making giant ducks that breathe fire to chase people around the hotel just because they call you short.

66. Therapy. Everyone.

67. DONT HAVE SEX ON THE BAR WHAT THE FUCK GUYS?!

68. If Valentino enters the property you have permission to stab him.

69. “Hell is forever” is bullshit. You guys aren’t. You can do this.

#stupid hazbin hotel lists #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel memes #hazbin hotel vaggie #vaggie hazbin hotel #vaggie #angel dust hazbin hotel #husk hazbin hotel #charlie hazbin hotel #alastor hazbin hotel #lucifer hazbin hotel #sir pentious #cherri bomb #niffty #hazbin hotel crack #chaggie #huskerdust #angelhusk

[akanemnon]

TWIN RUNES MASTERPOST

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 -15 - 16 - 17 - 18 - 19 - 20 - 21 - 21-1 - 21-2 - 21-3 - 22 - 23 -24 - 25 - 26 - 27 - 28 - 29 - 30 - 31 - 32 - 33 - 34 - 35 - 36 - 36-1 - 37 - 38 - 39 - 40 - 41 - 42 - 43 - 44 - 45 - 46 - 47 - 48 - 49 - 50 - 51 - 52 - 53 - 54 - 55 - 56 - 57 - 58 - 59

To be continued...

TWIN RUNES MINI COMICS

Glasses - Fallen down - First steps - Press [C] - Frisk Dance - But nobody came - Whatstheirface - An acquired taste - Eye opening - Smalltalk

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TWIN RUNES - FAQ

What exactly is this AU about? Twin Runes is essentially a comedic crossover AU between the universes of Deltarune and Undertale. No fancy nicnacs. Just the characters being their chaotic selves. But there might be some darkness lurking up ahead...

When is the next comic? The comic updates most Sundays at 6:30 PM Central European Time.

Why is this AU called Twin Runes? The name is more or less a play on the typical naming format of most AU's by featuring the "Runes" part. There are no literal Twin Runes. The whole name is more of a stand in for Undertale and Deltarune as parallel worlds. Hence the "Twin" part.

When does Twin Runes take place? This AU takes place between a hypothetical Chapter 3 and Chapter 4 of Deltarune. On the Undertale side of things, it takes place post neutral route just as Frisk was about to deliver Undyne's letter to Alphys.

Is the player a thing in this AU? The player lost control over both human children as soon as Frisk entered the world of Deltarune.

When Chapter 3 and 4 are released, will it affect the story? Any chapters after Chapter 3 won't affect the story in the grand scheme of things. If possible, I might make a reference to Chapter 3, but all in all Twin Runes created a new timeline so to speak.

What's up with Kris' and Frisk's hair? The red bits of their hair is more or less a representation of their souls. That in turn is also why Chara doesn't have that feature. They are soulless. It's a stylistic choice.

What's that thing on Kris' chest? It's a scar they got from tearing out their soul.

And why do they have weird lines all over their body? Both Kris and Frisk's anatomy resemble that of ball-jointed dolls. They appear just as markings across their bodies. Think of them as elaborate birthmarks. Kris and Frisk are still made of flesh and blood, but are in fact hypermobile. The reason as to why they do is still a little secret :) People here like to refer to these markings as "puppet limbs". You can get a better look at them and the scar in this artwork

Why does Kris have braces? This is why:

Why is Dark World Frisk green? Frisk changes their main sweater colors with Kris when they enter the Dark World.

Can other ghosts see Chara? (pre Darkner transformation) No, only Frisk and Kris are able to see Chara.

IS KRIS NOW FRISK'S COUNTERPART OR CHARA'S???? :)

So, was Chara in the locket all along? No, Chara possessed the locket to become a Darkner.

Where are Jevil and Spamton? Are they in Castle Town? The Fun Gang have already fought these two in the previous chapters and added them into their inventory. Outside of that little dream sequence, neither will be making an appearance.

Is anyone from Undertale Yellow gonna make an apperance? Outside of a tiny cameo from Clover (that has no greater bearing on the story) no one from Undertale Yellow is going to make an appearance.

Is (insert character here) gonna go to the Dark World/underground? With the way the story is going to play out, only the main group will be heading to this new Dark World. The rest of the story will be taking place there.

Is the Group Project miniseries canon to Twin Runes? It was made before Twin Runes was conceived and before I had any idea I would make a series. It is it's own self-contained story. So it is NOT canon to Twin Runes, but You can read it here: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6

How did you come up with the idea of Twin Runes? Twin Runes is an offshoot of a separate script I wrote. It's a similar concept but turned on its head. The funny moments in that script made me just continue what now is the start of Twin Runes. I pretty much just wanted to see if I am actually capable of drawing a comic to begin with. So... in a way Twin Runes is my first attempt at a comic ever. If I ever finish Twin Runes, then I know I can tackle turning that mammoth project of a script into a comic too. In the grand scheme of things these two projects are sister series. They have A LOT in common and even share similar plot elements. When Twin Runes is over you will automatically also know certain mysteries of The Other Script.

What is The Other Script? As of this moment I call The Other Script: "Lost in the In-Between". At its core it's an inverse of Twin Runes. I.e. Kris falling into the underground and being aided by Frisk on their quest to return home. The story and jokes are a considerably more grounded than in Twin Runes and so are the characters. Though they do have their moments from time to time. The overall mood of that script is a lot darker in nature and it's a 200+ page passion project of mine.

Am I allowed to make fanart? ABSOLUTELY! You are very welcome to make fanart if you feel like it. Please let me know if you do by tagging me, so I can share it with everyone to see so that you get the appreciation you deserve :)

Can I use the funny faces you draw for memes or for private stuff with friends? That's what they're here for :)

Is there x ship in this comic? The focus of the story is not on shipping. If it's in the game it will very likely be mentioned or brought up, but that's about it.

What pronouns do you go with for the human children? I try to stick as close as possible to the games so I use THEY/THEM FOR ALL OF THEM WITHOUT ANY EXCEPTIONS.

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ABOUT ASKS

Asks will open for 24 hours after a new comic has been released. Your questions will then be answered over the course of the week.

Try not to submit multiple asks. If necessary, just keep everything in one post.

Keep in mind that I receive AL LOT of asks, so not every question can be answered...

Questions containing spoilers will not be answered on principle. Wouldn't be as fun if the surprise was ruined, right?

Before leaving an ask (mostly for everyone who's new), please make sure to read the FAQ section above. A lot of times your question might have been answered already :>

I love memes and dumb jokes as much as the next guy, but try not to spam

It probably goes without saying, but please stay civil. I want to give everyone the respect they deserve, and naturally like to be treated the same way.

Please be mindful about drawing requests. It is understandable if you're eager to see a certain character drawn in my style, but I do not like to be bombarded by requests. The more it happens, the less likely I am to do it. Be kind and ask nicely.

Don't use other people's posts that I reblogged to ask me questions! It has happened before and I do not wish to see this!

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REFERENCE SHEETS

The following are ref sheets of characters that don't have established Dark World forms yet (as of writing this comic). The list will be updated as soon as a new character enters the Dark World. Here you will also find references of characters that might appear as surprise cameos, or maybe even completely new faces...

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#twin runes #twin runes masterpost #masterpost #deltarune comic #comic #deltarune au #crossover #undertale #my art #FAQ #frequently asked questions #important #please read #deltarune

[mooooonnnzz]

don’t text and swing! // miles morales x reader

miles loves texting and he loves you, what could go wrong?

cute lil miles texting headcanons

sum short n simple

readers gender not rlly specified

ooc miles?? idfk how he would text so i tried my best 😭

requests r open!!

miles says mentirosa that jus means liar

⊱ ────── {⋅. ✯ .⋅} ────── ⊰

🕷️ You’re never guaranteed a full on conversation with Miles because most the time he leaves you on open. He doesn’t do it on purpose, really. He just so happens to be a very busy man so trying to talk to him when he isn’t saving New York is pretty difficult.

9:55 pm [ miles <3 ]: Hey did u still one of my jackets

9:55 pm [ miles <3 ]: *steal idk how i got still

9:55 pm [ miles <3 ]: Anyways I cant find it anywhere and ik u have something to with it

10:00 pm [ miles <3 ]: I know ur not ignoring me rn…

10:01 pm [ you ]: oh wow of course im the first person you blame

10:01 pm [ you ]: also i dont have it ☝️

10:02 pm [ miles <3 ]: Who else would take my jackets??

10:02 pm [ miles <3 ]: This also isn’t the first time my jackets OR hoodies have gone missing

10:02 pm [ miles <3 ]: And somehow they always end up in your room

10:03 pm [ miles <3 ]: Suspicious right…🤨

10:06 pm [ you ]: oh shit by some magical force

10:06 pm [ you ]: your jacket managed to teleport to my bed!!

10:07 pm [ you ]: and somehow…IT FLEW ON ME?? AND NOW IM WEARING IT?

10:07 pm [ you ]: this is actually crazy…

10:15 pm [ you ]: wait miles where did you go

10:25 pm [ you ]: are you mad?

10:30 pm [ you ]: no way ur mad

10:40 pm [ you ]: MILES

10:42 pm [ you ]: HELLO

10:43 pm [ you ]: MILESSSS

10:56 pm [ you ]: oh wait mb you’re probably busy saving somebody

10:56 pm [ you ]: got a lil crazy there

10:57 pm [ you ]: ignore all that

1:00 am [ miles <3 ]: I KNEW IT

1:00 am [ miles <3 ]: It’s okay i like you a little deranged 😩

1:03 am [ you ]: why are you texting me at one in the morning

1:04 am [ miles <3 ]: Why are you replying?

1:05 am [ you ]: have you been fighting since 10?

1:12 am [ miles <3 ]: I’ve been studying! 🤓

1:12 am [ you ]: LIAR i know what you are…

🕷️ You text him while he’s in the middle of fighting? You bet he’s going to respond. While giving himself a reasonable distance away from the villian, he holds out his pointer finger and says; “Hold on, let me respond to them real quick…” While they’re throwing punches at Miles, he’s dodging all of them while texting you back. Though, he’s text aren’t legible. At least he thinks they are! All Miles wants to do is talk to you, even if you don’t understand half the things he’s typing. Texting him while he’s swinging has the same effect. He has dropped his phone multiple times and he’s always caught it before it could land on the street, though when his webs come in contact with his screen it registers as someone typing so without even knowing he’s spamming you a whole bunch of jumbled letters.

3:45 pm [ you ]: hey miles can i come over for dinner

3:45 pm [ you ]: im craving ur moms food 😍

3:46 pm [ miles <3 ]: oys of cours

3:48 pm [ you ]: did u just have a stroke

3:53 pm [ miles <3 ]: noi busy

3:53 pm [ you ]: if you’re busy why r u texting me 😭

3:53 pm [ you ]: go back to fighting or wtv ur doing

3:56 pm [ miles <3 ]: i wMt to talk toyj

3:58 pm [ you ]: u can talk to me later miles

3:58 pm [ you ]: im not going away

4:00 pm [ miles <3 ]: hatr

5:46 pm [ miles <3 ]: HEYYY

5:46 pm [ you ]: HII are you not busy anymore

5:47 pm [ miles <3 ]: Yeah

5:48 pm [ miles <3 ]: How’s your day been?

5:49 pm [ you ]: it’s been ehhhhh

5:49 pm [ you ]: i’ve been missing you 😔

5:51 pm [ miles <3 ]: ooajbdko092828900

5:51 pm [ miles <3 ]: 08:$jjaoppapp

5:52 pm [ miles <3 ]: !!!!!

5:54 pm [ you ]: what

6:00 pm [ miles <3 ]: I DROPPED MY PHONE

6:01 pm [ miles <3 ]: ANYWAYS back to what you were saying

6:02 pm [ miles <3]: I’ve been missing you too

6:04 pm [ you ]: youre no better than those people who text and drive 😐

6:05 pm [ you ]: don’t text and swing miles

🕷️ He loves sending you videos of him showing off in his suit. He did a cool trick midair? He’s going to prop up his phone somewhere and start recording, once he perfects the move and edits out any unneeded footage and he sends them to you. He’s all giddy when he does, in his head he’s like, “Will that impress them?” “Do they think that’s cool?” “They’re going to love this!”

11:00 am [ miles <3 ]: (1 attachment video)

11:00 am [ miles <3 ]: What do you think??

11:00 am [ miles <3 ]: Pretty cool right

11:03 am [ you ]: (1 attachment photo)

11:04 am [ you ]: LOOK AT THE FACE YOU MADE WHWN YOU JUMPEDD AHHHHH 💀

11:04 am [ you ]: this is going to be my new lock screen

11:05 am [ miles <3 ]: 😐

11:06 am [ miles <3 ]: Are you going to ignore the cool spin i did?

11:07 am [ you ]: oh sorey

11:08 am [ you ]: THAT WAS A REALLY SICK SPIN

11:09 am [ miles <3 ]: Mentirosa 😒

🕷️ Miles also sends you photos. It ranges from him swinging in midair or him relaxing on top of a building with his lunch in hand. He loves to keep you updated on his life. You’re the only one in this universe that knows his secret, so he texts or shows you everything he comes across as SpiderMan.

3:00 pm [ miles <3 ]: (1 attachment photo)

3:00 pm [ miles <3 ]: Look how pretty the view is from up here

3:00 pm [ you ]: oooh that’s actually so pretty

3:01 pm [ you ]: who knew new york could actually look nice for once?

3:02 pm [ miles <3 ]: I’m going to take you here one day for lunch

6:54 pm [ miles <3 ]: (1 attachment photo)

6:54 pm [ miles <3 ]: You should put this as your lock screen

6:55 pm [ you ]: it’s just you doing the peace sign while swinging

6:55 pm [ miles <3 ]: You said that like it’s a bad thing

6:55 pm [ miles <3 ]: It’s a nice photo :(

6:58 pm [ you ]: look i set it as my lock screen

6:58 pm [ you ]: (1 screenshot)

6:59 pm [ you ]: everyones gonna see that i know spiderman

6:59 pm [ miles <3 ]: YES GOOD

🕷️ He texts you nonsense sometimes. You could be chilling, watching something to pass the time and he will text you something so utterly stupid you would have to take a moment to process it.

10:00 am [ miles <3]: (1 attachment photo)

10:00 am [ you ]: u just sent an empty plate of food?

10:00 am [ miles <3 ]: Yeah cuz I ate 😜

10:01 am [ miles <3 ]: Like literally

10:03 am [ you ]: enough.

fanks to everyone who sent in requests IM WIRITN G THEM RN ✍️

#into the spider verse #miles morales x reader #miles morales #across the spiderverse #miles morales head cannons #miles morales fanfic #miles morales fic #miles morales hc #miles morales text fic #spiderman across the spiderverse #across the spiderverse x reader

[lovemehatemex0]

High noon hats >>>>

#3:46 pm

[mcytblrsexymen]

YOUR MCYTBLR SEXYMAN BRACKET

ID for the matches and seeds below the cut. We recommend clicking into a full-screen view of the bracket; it will certainly be easier to read if you do! Make your predictions! Rally your troops! The polls will go live at 9 PM EST!

MATCHES

Fruitberries (64) vs MissTrixtin (65) -> winner faces GoodTimesWithScar (1)

Zedaph (33) vs Xephos (96) -> winner faces Jschlatt (32)

VintageBeef (49) vs Fundy (80) -> winner faces Technoblade (16)

Illumina (48) vs Joey Graceffa (81) -> winner faces CaptainSparklez (17)

Skizzleman (57) vs Bekyamon (72) -> winner faces Docm77 (8)

Sneegsnag (40) vs Stressmonster (89) -> winner faces FalseSymmetry (25)

F1nn5ter (56) vs Rythian (73) -> winner faces RentheDog (9)

ConnorEatsPants (41) vs Legundo (88) -> winner faces Oli Orionsound (24)

Eddie the Rabbit (61) vs Sapnap (68) -> winner faces Ethoslab (4)

Clownpierce (36) vs Tubbo (93) -> winner faces AimseyTV (29)

PeteZaHutt (52) vs Papa Caspicito (77) -> winner faces ScottSmajor (13)

GeminiTay (45) vs BigBSt4tz (84) -> winner faces Jimmy Solidarity (20)

CaptainPuffy (60) vs Grumbot (69) -> winner faces MumboJumbo (5)

fWhip (37) vs Karl Jacobs (92) -> winner faces ImpulseSV (28)

xBCrafted (53) vs Katherine Elizabeth (76) -> winner faces Pixlriffs (12)

Charlie Slimecicle (44) vs Herobrine (85) -> winner faces Martyn InTheLittleWood (21)

ZloyXP (63) vs SaintStarling (66) -> winner faces ZombieCleo (2)

BadBoyHalo (34) vs TinFoilChef (95) -> winner faces Eret (31)

Awesamedude (50) vs Reignex (79) -> winner faces PearlescentMoon (15)

HBomb94 (47) vs Helsknight (82) -> winner faces Philza (18)

Branzycraft (58) vs VikingPilot (71) -> winner faces BDoubleO100 (7)

LDShadowLady (39) vs Ashswag (90) -> winner faces Cubfan135 (26)

RTGame (55) vs Welsknight (74) -> winner faces Joel Smallishbeans (10)

Xonorth (42) vs Laurance Zvahl (87) -> winner faces Ranboo (23)

Reddoons (62) vs ItzSubz_ (67) -> winner faces Joe Hills (3)

Dream (35) vs SeaPeeKay (94) -> winner faces Xisuma (30)

OwengeJuiceTV (51) vs HitTheTarget (78) -> winner faces WilburSoot (14)

Evil X (46) vs Shubble (83) -> winner faces TangoTek (19)

Jack Manifold (59) vs Niki Nihachu (70) -> winner faces Grian (6)

FoolishGamers (38) vs Hypnotizd (91) -> winner faces Keralis (27)

JoJoSolos (54) vs Punz (75) -> winner faces MythicalSausage (11)

Iskall85 (43) vs Stampy* (86) -> winner faces Quackity (22)

SEEDS IN ORDER

GoodTimesWithScar

ZombieCleo

Joe Hills

Ethoslab

MumboJumbo

Grian

BDoubleO100

Docm77

Renthedog

Joel SmallishBeans

MythicalSausage

Pixlriffs

ScottSMajor

WilburSoot

PearlescentMoon

Technoblade

CaptainSparklez

Philza

TangoTek

Jimmy Solidarity

Martyn InTheLittleWood

Quackity

Ranboo

Oli Orionsound

FalseSymmetry

Cubfan135

Keralis

ImpulseSV

AimseyTV

Xisuma

Eret

Jschlatt

Zedaph

BadBoyHalo

Dream

Clownpierce

fWhip

FoolishGamers

LDShadowLady

Sneegsnag

ConnorEatsPants

Xornoth

Iskall85

Charlie Slimecicle

GeminiTay

Evil X

Hbomb94

Illumina

VintageBeef

Awesamdude

OwengeJuiceTV

PeteZahHutt

XBcrafted

JoJoSolos

RTGame

F1nn5ter

Skizzleman

Branzycraft

Jack Manifold

CaptainPuffy

Eddie the Rabbit

Reddoons

ZloyXP

Fruitberries

MissTrixtin

SaintStarling

ItzSubz_

Sapnap

Grumbot

Niki Nihachu

VikingPilot

Bekyamon

Rythian

Welsknight

Punz

Katherine Elizabeth

Papa Caspicito

HitTheTarget

Reignex

Fundy

Joey Graceffa

Helsknight

Shubble

BigBSt4tz

Herobrine

Stampy*

Laurance Zvahl

Legundo

Stressmonster

Ashswag

Hypnotizd

Karl Jacobs

Tubbo

SeaPeeKay

TinFoilChef

Xephos

#faq #actual polls #everyone say thank you to the member of our team that is good at graphic design #beloved. did SUCH a good job with the difficult task of 'make a 96-man bracket look good' #this looks so good

[gremlinvanfleet]

just a little harder... - h.s.

masterlist

summary: harry had a rough day and needed to be a little more rough with you as well. 

word count: 1,353

you knew he had been in meetings all day. he was out of the house early this morning and wouldn’t be back until late. you had been at work yourself, but the thought of him being in his boring public relations discussions had been in the back of your head for all 8 hours of the shift. 

you checked your watch. an hour and a half before your day is over and only an hour before harry gets home. you heard your phone buzz on the desk. 

9:46 pm 

harry: baby… i’m home. eta? 

you: 90 minutes 

harry: specific. counting the seconds?

you: been thinking about you today. its hard not to

harry: cute. hurry home please. 

you: trying my best love 

harry: that’s my girl <3

the texts from him made the last little bit of the day go by a bit faster and you found yourself on the highway faster than you’d initially thought. not much longer before you get to see your boy. 

you put your key into the sticky lock and gave it a wiggle and a pull before the door finally swung open. you surveyed the living room but harry was nowhere to be found. 

“harry? i’m home!” you called out while bending down to untie your shoes. you heard shuffling upstairs then thudding footsteps on the oak stairs. 

“there she is.” his voice was a bit huskier than usual. he gently ran his hand up the underside of your thigh and rested it on your ass. “missed you.” 

you turned around to face him and met his darkened and sleepy looking eyes. 

“how were the meetings?” you asked, running your hands up his chest. 

“you know the answer to that. too many people, all of them saying the same shit with different verbs.” he rolled his eyes. 

“hm. if it makes you feel any better, i lost the key to the copier room today. took everyone like 45 minutes find it.” you giggled. he smiled. “but i was the one to really narrow it down.” “well i should hope so, you were the one who misplaced it, after all.” you gently smacked him. he chuckled and squeezed your cheeks together. you stuck your tongue out at him and slid out of his grasp to head upstairs. 

he wordlessly followed you and watched as you undressed and put on shorts and a tank top. 

“fuck baby, you wear that well…” he gawked at you. you felt the redness that was starting on your face move to the rest of your body. 

he made his way over to you swiftly and planted his lips onto yours. you reciprocated and wove your hands in his hair. it was soft, meaning he hadn’t put any product in it today. casual, just the way you like him.  he grunted softly into the kiss. his lips were so soft and he had the taste of a smoothie on his lips. he must’ve stopped for one before he got home. you pushed your body up against his toned abdomen and deepened the kiss. he grunted into your mouth. 

“mm, i missed your taste today.” he mumbled as he pulled away from you. he gently smacked your hip twice, prompting you to move into the bed. you obliged and quickly took your tank top off. with how thin it was, it wouldn’t have even made much of a difference in what he’d be seeing. 

“already so ready for me, huh? that’s my good girl.” he looked down at you. the angle made his eyes look a greedy shade of green. 

“always.” you whispered. he quickly pulled himself on the bed and between your legs and began the ravishing of your lips. he ran his hand that wasn’t holding him up to your chest and groped harshly. you gasped and he smirked against you, pushing his tongue further in your mouth. 

he ground his hips onto yours and you could feel how hard he was already pushed against your heat. you matched this rhythm. the friction was so good you needed to pull away from him to catch your breath. 

“please, harry. i need you so bad.” you stared into his eyes. he chuckled and his hands quickly found your shorts and pulled them off. he paused for a moment to look at you.  

“i don’t think i’ll ever get sick of seeing you like this for me.” he kissed up your legs to your chest. “only for me…” he mumbled against your goosebump covered skin. every touch of his lips would send searing hot electricity to your cunt. 

you couldn’t take the teasing anymore so you trailed your hand down to your pussy to relive something. you got maybe one rub in before harry noticed and grabbed your wrist. 

“not yet, darling. i’ll take care of you soon.” he smiled sweetly at you even though the most filthy thoughts were happening beneath him. 

he began kissing down your body again, and spend time kissing the inside of your thighs. the drawn out teasing was absolutely agonizing. you whined and pushed your hips up. he smirked and pushed you down with his hand on your pelvis. he finally made his way to your clit. his lips attached and bombarded it with his tongue. you cried out and pushed yourself harder onto his face. he groaned into you. the vibrations went up your entire body. his fingers slid into your sopping hole and he curled them in the most delicious way. you felt your orgasm blossoming in your core. 

“f-fuck! please, harry…” you moaned pathetically. he laughed. 

“please what, baby?” he pulled away from your clit but his fingers were still hitting that spot with every thrust. 

“please, can i cum?” you whined. “please.” 

“aw, yes you can. cum for me. all over my hand.” his mouth was back on your clit and that drew you over that cliff into pure bliss. you clenched hard against him and cried his name. 

“that’s it, that’s it baby. just like that.” he coaxed you through your high. he watched you twitch and smirked. so proud of what he just made you feel. you crossed your legs and closed your eyes. 

“not yet, doll.” he tapped your knee, wanting you to open your legs. you did and he had already pulled himself out of his pants. he wasted no time in sliding his tip up and down your slit to collect your orgasm and pushed himself into you. “fuck me.” he groaned. you whined as he pulled out a bit more only to push back in with more fervour. your legs shook with every thrust from his strong hips. 

“just a little more, baby. just a little harder…” he panted. you couldn’t do anything but nod as he set an unforgiving pace on your little cunt. 

you could feel the soreness creeping with every grunt from him but you didn’t care. all you knew is that his cock was in you and if felt too fucking good for anything else to matter in that moment. you felt yourself coming close to the edge again. he could tell but he didn’t let up for a second. you weakly clenched around him once again. he pushed himself deep and let go completely. you felt his cum paint the inside of your pussy as he moaned and whined into your ear. the sounds were downright sinful but so beautiful coming from him. beautiful men make beautiful sounds. he pulled out of you and the sensitivity made you cry out. he chuckled and pulled you into his heaving chest. both of your breaths settled and you nuzzled into him. 

“you okay, darling?” he whispered. “i’m sorry if that was too much. i missed you so much today and needed you…” 

“i’m okay. it felt so good.” you managed out, half asleep. you knew it would make his ego grow more but he needed to know. 

“hm. my good girl.” he kissed the top of your head and pulled the blanket up over the two of you. 

a good sleep was on its way. 

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Geto's Massacre Incident Report (EN Translation)

Jujutsu Technical College Tokyo School

To the Dean and Teachers

September 28, 2007

Assistant Supervisor Misato Shokinji

Investigative Report on the Murder Incident Regarding Our School's Student

I will report about the subject matter as follows.

Subject of Investigation: Tokyo School 3rd Year, Suguru Geto

1. Incident Case Record

Date and Time of Occurrence: September 23, 2007 around 9:00 PM Place of Occurrence: ██ City, ██ Prefecture (former ██ village) Discovery of Occurrence: Discovered due to the assistant manager traveling to the target site when the mission operative (Geto) was late. Five days had passed since Geto was dispatched. Damage Status: Confirmed deaths of 112 residents of former ██ village.

2. Summary of Geto's Mission

Investigate former ██ village  In the village, getting spirited away has been passed down from generation to generation as a folklore.  However, in reality, incidents of strange deaths of villagers frequently occur-- according to the client's information and can otherwise be understood through research. Since it was surmised that 80% of the cases were caused by a Cursed Spirit, Geto was ordered to conduct a more detailed on-site investigation and to exorcise the Cursed Spirit in question.

3. Behavior / Conjecture 

 On September 18, Geto entered the former ██ village alone.  The mission's outline was provided by the assistant manager a week before departure.  There was no prior request regarding this matter from the person himself and it was the Technical College that ordered him to act alone. The reason is, it was judged in deference to Geto's own experience points, and that it was feasible for him to work alone. In addition, the target Curse was surmised to be about a Grade 1; lower than Geto’s. In addition, there is a shortage of jujutsu sorcerers.  Presumably at this time, there were no deviations from a usual mission. He didn't display any behavior at the time that he was scheming something.  9:00 am on the appointed day, we departed from the Tokyo school by car.  Geto and the assistant manager (Shokinji), just the two, moved together.  The target village is a village without any public transportation. It's impossible to approach the village by car, as entry is via a single narrow road. About a kilometer away from the village, near Kamiya intersection, Geto was dropped off and we parted ways.  Around 4:00 p.m., Geto started to act alone.  The duration of completion of the mission this time is from September 18th~September 19th; at most three days. Upon completion, I was supposed to be contacted as usual. (However, it was not a strict promise. Because of that, it's believed the discovery of this incident was delayed. Matters Requiring Improvement)  With the assumption he'll be staying in the village, we'd made arrangements with the client belonging to the fire brigade (Kiyotaka Kagetani, 43 years old, living with mother) to rent a room in his house. However, details such as if he actually lodged with them, remain unknown, as both the client and his mother have died.

 The following is the mission's investigative report that was conveyed by the assistant manager from inside a moving car.  In the village, there is folklore about being "spirited away."  There is even literature that remains. Passed down from the Edo period... It's a common enough legend. However, even aside recent years, It's characterized by how it continues to feel like a natural happening.  There have been five cases in the last ten years.  March 19, 1998, A 26-year-old woman disappeared.  May 7, 2001, A 67-year-old man died abnormally.  July 24, 2002, A 4-year-old girl disappeared.  August 4, 2005, A 57-year-old man and a 46-year-old woman were found to have died abnormally.  September 13, 2007, A 46-year-old man died abnormally. As features,  ・Both disappearances and abnormal deaths occurred within a 50-meter radius of a limestone cave, which is considered to be a sacred area to the village.  ・Young women and children → Disappeared、Middle-aged and older or men → Found died abnormally.  ・The ones who died abnormally have no heads.  From these and other such commonalities, it was conjectured that it is the action of a Cursed Spirit inhabiting the vicinity of the limestone cave. So, in order to confirm the truth from the legend, it is believed Geto investigated from inside the village.  It is estimated that from the time he began to act alone, around 4:00 p.m. on September 18th, he opened the case, investigated, and collected the target Cursed Spirit. However, since all the villagers involved have died, there is no one left to testify.  Only, if this matter was caused by a Cursed Spirit, it is certain Geto achieved destroying--

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　On September 19th (time unknown), a village massacre incident occurred. 　112 Villagers died. In the subsequent arson, 70% of the village was burned down. 　(On September 23rd, when the College headed to the site, there was not a single living person left in the village. There is no eyewitness testimony.) 　An investigation into the cause of death determined they were all victims of Cursed Spirits. 　In addition, according to an inspection of the residuals, it was concluded to be that of Suguru Geto's Curse Manipulation. 　It is believed that after killing the villagers, Geto set fire to the village and fled. 　Regarding this incident, Geto's motives remain unknown. 　Village resident registration information did not reveal anyone who had a blood relation with Geto, nor anyone with personal involvement with him prior to the mission. 　Note that, since there is information that there was a lineage of jujutsu sorcerers in this village, it is being further investigated to see if they share any attributes with Geto and whether that had anything to do with his motives.

4. Punishment Here On, etc.

Suguru Geto is even now at large. In accordance to Article 9 of Jujutsu Regulations, he is subject to execution as a Curse User.

End.

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part: 3 pairing: paige bueckers x oc word count: 3.3k c/w: slight mention of blood, language a/n: hi guys! so sorry this is probably much later than you expected, i've just been so busy with school and other stuff. here's part 3. let me know what ideas you guys have for other fics and what you might want to see :)

OCTOBER 2020

Ava you good?     8:24 PM

Yo I’m waiting at mine       8:43 PM

Avaaaa      8:46 PM

I’m going crazy thinking about you dude      8:52 PM

I’m serious         8:52 PM

Don’t leave me hanging like this      8:52 PM

I read over Paige’s messages tiredly. I feel so incredibly stupid. How many times has she used these lines on girls? Probably more than she can count. I nearly laugh out loud. Poor Paige, I think to myself. Keeping track of a roster like that while being such a shitty person must be hard. The hatred is bubbling in my chest, angry and scorching. It pushes me to my feet, out my door, and to Audrey’s room.

Before I know what I’m doing, I knock on the door, plastering a smile on my face. “Hey, what’s up?” Aubrey says brightly when she opens her door. “Nothing much. Who was that, though?” Audrey smiles sheepishly. “Swear you won’t tell anyone?” She asks. My heart pounds painfully. Paige had asked me to keep quiet about us hanging out, too. I nod nonetheless. “It was Paige Bueckers.”

I knew that. I knew that. But somehow, hearing it out loud hurts even worse. “How-how did y’all meet?” She giggles, covering her mouth. “Okay, you remember that night we were at the gym? Doing serve-receive? Like last month?” I nod, the thudding in my chest suffocating me now. “She ran into me and she just, like, asked for my snap. And she’s hot so I gave it to her.”

The night she walked me home. The same night she told me I was pretty and told me that my smile was beautiful. 

She played me.

“Was she good?” I ask bluntly, my voice foreign to my own ears. Aubrey’s eyes widen. “Uh, yeah? Like, really good. Oh, my God - she did this thing with her tongue...” There’s a roaring in my ears all of a sudden.

She fucking played me.

“Avantika? Are you okay?” I nod, too wrapped up in my own thoughts and back away, stumbling back to my room. Had I liked her that much? Why does it hurt this bad? I glance around my room, my eyes landing on an article of clothing. Her hoodie. A UConn basketball hoodie. She’d given it to me after walking me home from practice one night.

She’d come to the volleyball gym just to walk me home. She told me I looked good in her clothes, but that I’d look better in her bed.

I’d slept in it for three days straight after. 

I want to burn it now.

NOVEMBER 2021

The surprise party is at Paige’s apartment. I haven’t been there in over a year. But I find myself standing in front of her door, too nervous to knock. Which doesn’t make any sense, obviously. There’s no reason to be nervous; it’s just like any other party. I’m dressed in a strappy green tank top and cargo pants, my hair down and curly. Taking a deep breath, I rap on the door with my knuckles.

Paige opens it. My breath catches, and I hate that it does. She’s in a pair of blue shorts and a sports bra, drying her hair with a towel. Her hand drops to her side, towel in hand, when she sees me. “Avantika, hi.” I smile slightly. “Hey,” I reply. “Am I early? I didn’t wanna be late, so-”

“Nah, ur good. You can help set up, actually,” she tells me, shuffling to the side to let me in. Her apartment looks the same as I remember. I catch a glimpse of her familiar, ludicrous purple bed sheets through her cracked room door. I turn to her, inhaling deeply. “What can I help with?” I ask, holding out my present for Azzi. Her eyes linger on me, trailing over my body as she takes the gift in one hand and continues drying her hair with the other. “I blew up balloons, but I didn’t string them together yet. You mind?” 

She sets the present on the counter, hopping up onto it. Her legs dangle off the edge, spread wide as she watches me string together balloons that say ‘Happy Birthday’. She fishes a dab pen out of her pocket and takes a hit. “You want?” She asks. I glance at her, shaking my head. She shrugs, tipping her head back to release the smoke. My eyes draw to her jawline, fingers going slack. I curse myself for still letting her have this effect on me. Her head lolls back forward, catching me staring. I see her mouth twitch into a smirk, ever so slightly, before she clears her throat. “You all good there?” She asks, gesturing to the balloon garland I’m supposed to be helping with.

I laugh shakily. “No, yeah. All good.” Paige shakes her head, grinning. “Here, I’ll do it. There’s a package in my bedroom with streamers. Go grab it?” I roll my eyes, handing the balloons and string over to her. “You remember which one it is?” She hums, eyes flicking to mine. My mouth twitches. I nod wordlessly.

The silence is so suffocating. I’m not used to being alone with her - at least, not anymore. I hate that her presence is still so intoxicating, that there’s still this undeniable force pulling me to her. I hate the way she laughs and the way she talks and the way she looks at me.

I get in and out of her room as quickly as possible, snatching the Amazon package off of her bed. I grab a knife from the kitchen to slice through the tape, but I’m so distracted that I accidentally slash my own finger. I hiss in pain, dropping the knife onto the counter with a clatter. “Fuck,” I whisper agitatedly, Paige’s head whipping up. “Avantika?” She asks. “All good,” I say, turning away from her, holding my finger to my chest, trying not to get blood on my top. It’s really flowing now, in rivets down my finger, pooling in my palm.

“Yo, Avantika,” Paige says, turning me towards her by my shoulder. “Oh, shit,” she breathes, grabbing my hand. “Okay, wait, it’s fine-” I try to get out, but Paige already has my finger in her mouth. My eyes widen as she licks away the blood, walking me backwards with her to rummage around a kitchen drawer. “Paige!” I say. She shoots me a look, taking my finger out of her mouth and wiping at her lips with the back of her hand. She fishes out a bandaid and an alcohol wipe. 

“I can do it-”

“Hush.”

I shut up immediately, watching as Paige cleans my cut, shaking her head when I hiss at the sting of the alcohol swab. She tears at the bandaid package with her teeth and applies it smoothly, wrapping it tightly around my finger. “How’d you even manage that?” She muses. I narrow my eyes at her, snatching her hand away. “It was very strategic, actually, I wanted to slice my hand open-”

“Clearly-”

“What are you, fuckin’ pre-med now?” I demand.

“Might have to be, if you can’t take care of yourself,” she laughs, shoving me lightly.

I shove her back, smiling back at her. I can’t help it.

Her eyes meet mine. “No ‘thank you'?” She asks.

I scoff. “You put a bandaid on me,” I ridicule.

Paige’s eyes widen. “I could’ve let you bleed to death,” she says.

I gape. “You are so dramatic-”

“And you’re ungrateful as hell, come here,” she complains, grabbing at my waist and pulling me against her more or less bare torso, hands going to my sides to tickle me. I shriek with laughter, fighting at her, clutching at her hands to pull her away from me. But Paige is relentless, hands going everywhere, ordering me, “Say thank you! Say thank you and I’ll stop!” 

“No shot!” I gasp, eyes welling with tears of laughter, trying to ignore the scent of strawberries that invades my nostrils. 

“Say it!” She demands, an arm winding all the way around my torso to hold me against her as I fight harder. 

“Yo, why the fuck is nothing set up?” I hear a voice demand. Paige’s hold loosens, but doesn’t relax. Her arms hang limply from my body, and when I see Evina standing indignantly in front of us, I shove her away. Paige clears her throat, backing up.

“Hi, Evina,” I say, my tone suddenly solemn. “Hi, E,” Paige says. She at least has the sense to look sheepish.

“Well, if y’all are done fucking around, Caroline’s about to drive Azzi back. Let’s get it together,” she commands, clapping her hands. Paige and I snap into motion, finishing up the decorations and hanging them up in a relatively organized fashion.

The party goes smoothly - Azzi does a good job of acting surprised, though I’m sure she’s well aware of what the girls were going to do in the first place. We cut cake and load her up with presents, before Paige calls for a round of shots.

And that’s when the night really takes off.

Soon enough, Paige has made some sort of insinuation that she can drink better than me, and I’m going shot for shot with her. She’s really putting me through it, knowing just how to push my competitive nature. Me, her, and Azzi begin alternating between vodka and tequila. We’re about 5 shots in before Aubrey and Christyn challenge Paige and Azzi to a game of beer pong. Azzi shakes her head adamantly. “If Paige loses because of me, I’ll never live it down,” she insists. “Ava will go!”

I protest immediately when Azzi pushes me towards the table, Paige in hot pursuit. “No way! I’m not playing beer pong with a bunch of basketball players,” I say indignantly. Suddenly, I feel Paige’s breath hot on my ear, and her hand at my hip. “Hey, I got you, okay? Trust.” Her voice sends shivers through me, and I feel my eyelids flutter. Damn her. I elbow her ever so slightly, shooting her a grin. She smirks back. 

Paige dips a ping-pong ball into a cup full of beer on our side, shooting it to theirs. It swirls into their middle cup, and she hands me the other one. I mimic her actions, making it into the cup at the tip of their triangle. We get the balls back, and Paige makes another shot, holding up a 3 on her hand when it plops into a cup at the corner of their triangle. I giggle at Christyn and Aubrey’s annoyed expressions, staggering into Paige. She braces her hands on my shoulders, her chest vibrating with laughter. “You good?” she laughs. I look up at her, her stark blue eyes framed by long, dark lashes, her perpetual smirk. “Yeah,” I breathe. “You want help with this shot?” She asks.

Paige doesn’t give me time to respond before she turns me around, wrapping her arms around me to position my arms, then flicking my wrist for me. The ball lands in their middle cup, and the other two girls groan, reaching for the cups to chug them. I expect Paige to move away from me, to drop my arms the second I’ve made the shot. But her hold lingers, an arm looped around my waist as she laughs, jeering at Christyn and Aubrey, tossing them the balls out of pity. Her arms stay around me, my head leaning back against her chest, hands lingering on her arms, swaying to the music I’m too drunk to recognize, dancing with the girl I’m too drunk to push away. She doesn’t remove her arms from around me until she has to shoot again.

I don’t remember who loses or wins that game of beer pong. I remember the taste of beer in my throat. I remember Paige’s voice in my ear - “Shot of Pink Whit?” I remember Azzi giggling as she leads me into the kitchen, her arms linked with mine as we down the shot of pink liquid. 

I remember Paige’s eyes hot on mine, her gaze challenging and curious. 

I walk up to her, holding out a shot of Pink Whitney. “Drink,” I command. Paige takes the shot from me, not breaking eye contact. She tips it back down her throat, straight-faced, and then wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.

Fuck, she’s hot.

I clap gleefully, spinning away, but she catches at my waist, pulling me into her. “Avantika,” she murmurs. I cock my head. “Paige?” I ask. My heart is beating out of my chest, and I’m so drunk I don’t even realize how close we are. “Are you okay?” She asks sincerely. I nod happily, looping my arms around her neck. “Are you sure?” She repeats. I close my eyes, tipping my head back and laughing. “You don’t have to pretend to care about me,” I slur, lolling my head back towards her.

I must be drunk. I must be, because that’s not a flash of hurt that flits across her face. It can’t be. 

So I continue.

“I mean, you never really cared about me, did you?” I scoff, hanging off of her neck. Her brow furrows. “Avantika, what are you-”

“You just wanted to have sex with me…” I say sadly, pouting, tracing her face with my finger. Paige’s eyes widen.

“It’s okay. I wanted to have sex with you, too,” I admit, shrugging, tapping my finger against her lips. Paige shakes her head. “Avantika, you’re drunk,” she says. My hands trail down to rest on her chest. “No, I’m not,” I say indignantly.

“You are.”

“No, you are,” I retort, getting frustrated.

“Ava-”

I push her away immediately. “Do not fucking call me that,” I spit. She holds her hands up in surrender. “Okay, I’m sorry,” she tries to amend, reaching for me again. I stagger away. “No, fuck you,” I snap. “Avantika, you’re so drunk right now. Please, just come lie down.”

She’s pleading with me. I hesitate. “Please,” she begs again, holding a hand out.

I hesitate. “Okay,” I whisper, taking her hand. She pulls me into her chest, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. We stumble through the apartment, the din of conversation in music echoing faintly in the background. Dimly, I hear Azzi’s concerned voice cut through the haze. “Is she okay?” Paige nods. “She was trying to keep up with me,” she explains. “And you let her?” Azzi demands. “Look, I’m sorry-”

“Put her to bed in your room. And no funny business. She’s my friend.”

“Whatever, Azzi.”

Before I know it, Paige’s soft bedspread is tickling my nose. “Avantika, you want water?” She asks. I stretch out, nodding sleepily. “Here, sit up.” I let Paige feed me water, her fingers fumbling with the cap of the bottle. Then she lays me back down. “Sleep, okay?” She turns to walk out the door.

And then, like it has a mind of its own, my mouth opens. “Paige?” I whisper. She turns around immediately. “Will you stay?” I ask softly.

Wordlessly, she climbs into bed with me, kicking off her shoes. She wraps her arms around me, pulling me against her body, and I let her, breathing her scent in, happy that I get to touch her. I snuggle into her, too drunk to care about the implications of how close we are or what we were doing the last time we were both on this bed.

“Paige,” I say quietly. “Hm?” I shift to look up at her, tracing the line of her nose with my eyes. “I don’t actually hate you,” I mumble. She laughs. “You better go to sleep before you say something you regret,” she murmurs. I blink, not fully understanding her words. But I nestle against her chest, letting my arm loop around her waist.

“Avantika?” She asks after a few minutes. I don’t respond. I feel her hand tuck a piece of hair behind my ear. “Ava,” she repeats, more firmly. I still don’t answer, too tired to move my mouth, humming softly.

Her breath whistles against my forehead when she says what she says next.

 “God, I missed you.”

NOVEMBER 2020

“Ava.”

It’s just after a tough loss to Georgetown, and I’m exhausted. As soon as I exit the gym, though, Paige is waiting for me. I have no idea how she’s managed to get anywhere near the volleyball locker rooms.

I deliberately ignore her, brushing past her.

“Ava, come on, talk to me!” She calls, jogging after me.

“I have nothing to say to you,” I say shortly, walking faster.

“You owe me an explanation,” Paige pants, catching up to me and grabbing my arm. She spins me around to face her. “Why haven’t you answered my texts?” She demands. There’s a hint of hurt in her voice. There’s purple under her eyes. 

Fuck her.

“Didn’t even realize you’d texted me,” I say casually. 

Her eyes narrow. “That’s bullshit and we both know it.” 

I shrug nonchalantly. “Maybe I just don’t think about you as much as you think about me,” I say, rolling my eyes. She looks taken aback. The truth is I’ve thought about her every single day since that night about a week ago. I’ve replayed every moment, every touch, every word of everything she’s ever done or said to me in my head. And then I remember her leaning in to kiss Audrey. The way she cupped her face. The way she grabbed her waist and pulled her in. The way she smiled that heartbreaking smile against her lips before she pulled away.

Paige recovers from her shock quickly, reaching for me again. I step back away from her.

“Ava,” she tries again.

It hurts to hear her say that. That name for me that only she’s ever called me, and it’d only been a couple of months, but this girl had made her way into my head and my heart.

“Don’t call me that,” I tell her coldly.

“What?” She asks, stepping closer again.

“I said don’t call me that. Are you deaf?” I demand. I know I’m being rude. Mean, even. I don’t care. I need her as far away from me as possible.

Hurt flashes across her features.

“Matter of fact, don’t text me at all,” I say, disgust lacing my tone. I force it there.

“Why the fuck are you acting like this? You were all over me a week ago, just begging me to fuck you-” Her voice is raising, but mine can, too.

“Oh, shut the fuck up, you piece of shit,” I snap at her.

“You know what, you’re being such a bitch right now-” She accuses, her features twisting with annoyance.

“It’s not my fault you can’t take a fucking hint,” I sneer.

She crowds my space, towering over me, leaning down slightly to snarl against my face.

“And what was the hint I was supposed to take, hm?” Her voice is quiet, but there’s anger in her tone, dripping into me in the way her breath hits my face. She’s so close, her scent so intoxicating, that I just want to give in. “Was the hint that you were stripping for me in my bed? Or that you were moaning my name? Which one was it, Avantika?”

I slap her. Not hard, just enough that she stumbles back. Her hand flies to her cheek, eyes widening in shock. 

“I don’t want you,” I say coolly. Liar, liar, liar.

“So leave me the fuck alone.”

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[hobie-enthusiast]

UNLIKELY CLASH !

— rulebreaker!hobie brown x perfectionist!gn!reader

— enemies to lovers, fluff, cursing (a lot tbh), arguments, character development, secret relationships, gossip, kissing, sneaking around, hobie is shirtless (its for one part for comfort)

— hobie brown was everything you weren’t, so maybe that’s what attracted the two of you together so well (pt. 3)

— part 3 woohoo! shoutout to 🫓 anon for the idea and honestly part 4 maybe? i have an idea brewing

— part 1 | part 2 | part 3 (here)

Sneaking around with Hobie Brown was truly exhilarating.

After the event in the supply closet, he declared you to be in a relationship (that’s about as far as he would label it). Only problem was it had to stay secret. Your reputation was on the line, and being with Hobie could label you as trouble alone. Plus, Hobie hated labels.

So a secret relationship ensued. For two months worth of sneaking around during school hours to rooftop dates, the two of you avoided all judging eyes. You were content with that, and so was he.

That was, until your grades started to slip.

It truly wasn’t a big deal. 100’s turned into 90’s, and you still maintained your A’s. But that wasn’t good in your parent’s eyes. They noticed the weird absences for singular classes. When you said it was for academic competitions, they grew even more weary.

A confirmation was apparent to them when you climbed in through your window while they were awaiting your arrival. They wanted to talk with you about the grades, only to find you missing. Of course they were worried, but they still found themselves more angry than not.

“What is going on with you?” Your mom questions, arms crossed. “It’s like we don’t even know you anymore!”

“Mom, stop, please.”

“No, that’s not how you’ll speak to her.” Your dad interjected.

You groan, sitting at your desk. “Nothing’s going on! I’m doing perfectly fine.”

Your dad raises an eyebrow and scoffs. “Yeah, because sneaking through the window and skipping classes is ‘fine’.”

“I’m not skipping classes!”

“Oh so you want to lie?” Your mom questions.

“Why won’t you believe me?” You ask. Of course you were lying, they couldn’t know about Hobie. “I’m still doing great. Keeping up. It’s normal teenage stuff.”

Your dad shakes his head. “Nope. I don’t think so.” He declares, crossing to the door. “As of right now, you aren’t going to prom. Maybe that’ll teach you to not sneak around and lie.”

“What?!” Your eyes widen as you stand. You turn to your mom. “Are you seriously going to let this happen?!”

“Let it be a lesson, [Name]. Get your act together.”

Your parents walked out of your room, and you groan in frustration. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes. You wanted to go to prom! The nice outfits, the dancing, and maybe even convincing Hobie to go was your plan. Now you couldn’t.

You angrily grab your phone, typing to Hobie before tossing your phone away.

Me (9:42 pm):

My parents banned me from going to prom.

Hobie <3 (9:42 pm):

???

why?

Me (9:46 pm):

Caught me sneaking through the window and cornered me. Said I was skipping classes and told me that I needed to “get my act together”.

It’s absolute bullshit.

Hobie <3 (9:46 pm):

shit im sorry sweetheart

give me 5 minutes

You smile gingerly at the phone, moving to lock your room door. You knew Hobie was already on his way, so you had to ensure your parents wouldn’t get you in more trouble. That’s the last thing you needed.

You sat in silence by your door, trying your hardest not to cry over the situation. It was rough.. you never disappointed your parents before like this. They always thought highly of you, but now they didn’t, and this feeling wasn’t kind.

A knock on the window stole you away from your pity. Glancing up, you move to open the window, Hobie entering and immediately hugging you tightly.

You couldn’t help but let out a choked sob at the warmth. “Oh swee’heart.. shh, ‘s okay..”

“But it isn’t!” You respond, pulling away and wiping your face. “I know this may seem stupid but I was looking forward to.. I don’t know.. having a genuine date to prom. I was going to ask if you wanted to go with me, become public, all that stuff. And now I can’t!” You finish, plopping down on your bed.

Hobie’s eyes widen before a sigh escapes his lips. He didn’t know you wanted to go public, not at all. Of course, everyone already had their suspicions after the incident in the hallway. But no one knew you actually were together. Just thought of it as Hobie being Hobie.

He sits next to you, draping an arm around you. In response, you lean against him with a deep breath.

“It isn’t just about prom. I’ve never.. seen my parents so disappointed in me. And I don’t get it. I’m still a great student. Like.. it doesn’t make sense, y’know?”

“I get ‘t. But they put a lot ‘f pressure on ya. Can’t let this get t’ ya.” He explains, a soothing hand rubbing your arm.

You sigh. “I can’t help it. I..” You want to say you love them, because you do. But you aren’t doing this for love. “…want them to care.”

Well that wasn’t what Hobie was expecting.

He says no more words, just holding you closely. He soon finds himself hearing you request he stay, him holding you close, underneath your blankets. He knew this was bad, if your parents walked in it wouldn’t end well. But it was alright. He could just.. keep you safe for a little while. That’s what his job is.

His job as.. as..

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

Your eyes adjust to the light pouring in, a groan escaping your lips. You’re about to turn over and stretch when you feel yourself trapped. Glancing down, you see some familiar hands and rings.

The warmth elicited from Hobie was amazing. You let out a content sigh, savouring the moment with him.

Once Hobie awakens, which was possibly two minutes after you, you turn to him with a small smile. “Can’t believe you slept in your jeans and jewelry.”

“Eh, ‘ur worth the discomfor’.” He responds, a yawn escaping his lips.

“That’s.. corny as hell.”

Hobie grins, pulling you closer to him. “You make me wanna be corny, hm?”

Before you could respond, a knock comes at your door. Your mom’s voice rang on the other side, causing both of you to shoot up.

“Honey? Can I come in?”

“Shit!”

You stand from the bed, almost falling in the process, trying to fix up the scene. You usher Hobie up, who happened to be shirtless for comfort, into your closet.

“Woah woah, slow down darlin’.” He says as you shove him. His eyes glance over at something before he looks back, not saying anything on it.

That’ll be fun.

You glare at him. “Hobie Brown, you are currently shirtless in my room, slept in the same bed as me, with my mom on the other side of the door. The one who just got me in trouble for going from an A plus to an A minus. Get in the damn closet.”

He says no more, instead putting his hands up as you shove him into the closet, shutting the door. You fix up your hair before unlocking the door, opening it with the best smile you can manage.

“Hey mom.” You speak casually. “What’s up?”

She smiles back, pushing past you into your room. “Just wanted to say.. don’t take your father’s punishment too hard. He just wants what’s best for you.” She says, cleaning up some things that are out and about.

“Oh yeah! No it’s okay I’m just-”

Suddenly she stops, picking up Hobie’s shirt that lied on your desk chair. “Who’s is this..?”

You pale, clearing your throat. “No one’s! Just.. a gift I got.. couple days ago..?” You say in an almost convincing tone.

She eyes you suspiciously before shrugging, tossing it back onto the chair. You silently breath a sigh of relief, anxiety still in your heart. You’ve never hid a boy before in your closet; not a universal experience.

“…you understand? We’re just concerned.”

“Y-yeah! I get it.” You respond, not knowing what your mom said.

She smiles, walking over and ruffling your hair. “Good. I love you, honey.”

You mutter it back as she exits the room, closing the door behind her. You let out an exasperated breath before running to open the closet door. Hobie can only let out a chuckle as you slam in shirt into his chest.

“Damn you!”

“Oh come on. ‘t was excitin’.” He responds, following you back into the room.

You glare back at him as you sit on the bed with a huff. You cross your arms, as if pretending to be mad, turning away from Hobie. He rolls his eyes as his shirt slips back on.

He takes a seat next to you and plants a soft kiss on your head. “Ah.. Can’t stay mad a’ me. Ya like me t’ much for that.”

“Whatever.”

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

“I’m sorry.. what?!”

“Shh, keep it down!” You shush your friend, shoving their shoulder. “Seriously, it’s whatever.”

They look at you with still complete shock. “Whatever? Whatever?! You’ve been looking forward to prom tomorrow for months! How could they?”

You sigh, stopping in front of your locker. “It’s because of the small slip in my grades.” You explain, turning toward your friend.

“You mean the measly five percent? You’re still top of the class!”

“Trust me, I know.”

You open up your locker, and a small piece of paper falls out. You smile and pick it up, opening it up. You already had a feeling who it was from.

‘downtown apartments tmrw night. dress nicely. got a surprise for u. - h.b’

As you read the note, your friend seems to notice what you have. They glance over, only to see the initials it was signed by before you stuff it away.

“Secret admirer?” They question, holding their books closely.

You laugh, shutting the locker. “Mhm, you know how it is.”

As the two of you walk down the hallway, you manage to see Hobie standing at the corner, seemingly watching you while chatting with a friend. You smile slyly and he winks when you pass by.

‘Oh.. holy shit oh!’

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

The next day came, and with it, prom night. You were bummed, truly. Though, maybe a small hangout with Hobie was certainly enough to get you cheered up.

You told your parents you were going to the library, to try and catch up. Luckily, they didn’t question you. Just sent you on your way and told you to be careful. That’s when you rushed to the bathroom to change into nicer clothes and snuck out after.

Hobie waited for you outside the apartments, like asked. For the first time in a while, he wore a button up instead of his vest. His pants remained the same, but he looked more done-up.

And it was worth it when he saw you.

“Well well. Who’s date are ya?” He asks with a small smirk.

You groan, shoving his arm. “Truly hilarious, Hobie. Gotta say, you clean up nice.”

“I manage.” He shrugs, placing a hand on the small of your back. “C’mon. ‘s upstairs. ‘nd close ya eyes.” He requests, prompting a suspicious look from you.

Once he was able to assure you that he wasn’t a killer, he led you to the rooftops. After some bumps and near-falls, he managed to make it, telling you to wait a moment while he ran off.

Hobie returned behind you, breathing in your ear. “‘right swee’heart, open ‘ur eyes.”

What greeted you were strung up lights, a couple of balloons, and a blanket on the ground. Some snacks lied there with the blanket, and soft music was playing in the background; your shared playlist to be exact.

“Hobie..”

“Su’prise. Figured ‘s the next bes’ thing, hm?” He whispers, hands gently holding your arms. “Jus’ the two of us. ‘nd ‘s free.”

You laugh gently, turning to face Hobie. “You did all this?”

He nods, and you can’t help but lean forward and hug him tightly. He didn’t understand, not by a long shot, why anyone would want to go to prom. But he still helped you, made it up for you. And that was the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for you.

Pulling away, you plant a gentle kiss on his jaw. “Thank you, seriously. I thought I was going to spend tonight sulking.”

Hobie laughs quietly, pulling you towards the make-shift prom. There isn’t much to do, but the two of you share snacks and drinks, dance a small bit, and just talk a lot. It was quiet with just the two of you, much nicer than a normal prom.

You noticed how close Hobie wanted to be with you. He was always touching you; holding your hand, waist, or fingers. It was so.. out of character. Yet, you felt amazed at how comfortable he was with you after everything before to now.

When the two of you settle on the blanket, you silently watch the sunset. Your head lies in Hobie’s chest while he strokes your hair contently.

“‘ve been thinkin’.” Hobie starts, glancing down before looking up again. “‘bout what ya said. Goin’ public ‘nd stuff.”

“Oh? That was just-”

Hobie cuts you off. “‘f ‘s what ya wan’, le’s do it.”

Your eyes light up as you sit up, turning to face him. “Seriously? You’re okay with getting labeled as my boyfriend? Just like that?”

“‘f ‘ur fine with gettin’ labeled as trouble.” He responds confidently, a smirk on his face. “‘s not easy.”

You smile gently, kissing Hobie gently on the lips, his lip ring giving a cool and sensational feeling. He grunts for a moment before grabbing your waist, kissing back. He’s obsessed with you, the way you feel on him and here in this moment. His brain goes haywire every-time he’s near you.

When you pull away, you place a gentle hand on his cheek. “It’ll be easy if we’re together, hm?”

“‘s the spiri’. Now, dance wit’ me, yeah?”

He stands you up to dance with him, the music playing a softer yet harsh tune to dance to. But you both didn’t care. You simply danced and swayed together, twirling and sharing laughs and kisses.

As Hobie dances and kisses you again and again, his thoughts run. He was used to being labeled; as a hero for Spider-punk, as a rebel for school, and as scary all around. But this label he’s creating for himself - it’s better than the others. One that he controls and more importantly, let’s them know that he’s got you. That he was given a chance and proved himself.

But of course he would never admit that.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

The weekend comes and goes, and soon, it’s Monday, and your standing outside the school. You and Hobie both agreed to meet at the front of the school, walk in together, act as if all was normal. Treat it like another day.

“Hope I didn’ keep ya waitin’.” A voice calls from behind.

You turn and smile as Hobie makes his way up the steps. He leans down to kiss you, causing a few lingering students outside to gasp. He smirks when he pulls away, holding his hand out.

“Rea’y?”

You nod. “Absolutely.”

With a deep breath, you open the doors, walking in hand-in-hand with Hobie. He told you before to stand straight, to look confident, so you did. You looked forward, ignoring the gasps and stares you both got.

Everyone was going to go nuts about your relationship, it was quite annoying. They needed excitement in their lives, so on they go to bother the two of you. But you both agreed you were ready to ignore it. It was one of the terms to going public.

“Holy shit! Dude look, [Name] [Last] and Hobie Brown!”

“Holding hands? When did they start dating? Or.. even talking?”

“Girl remember, they kissed in the hallway that one time!”

“How could I forget?!”

Hobie grit his teeth as you squeezed his hand, opening up your locker. “Sorry.. maybe we shouldn’t have-”

“Don’t.” Hobie immediately stops you, leaning against the wall. “Don’ regre’ i’ jus’ because of those planks, hm? All tha’ ma’ters ‘s us.”

You sigh, shutting the door as you kiss his cheek. “You’re right. Thanks.”

“C’mon, ‘ll walk ya t’ class.”

“But you’ll be late if you do..”

You both look at each other before busting out laughing. Of course Hobie didn’t care, it was funny in itself. You were even able to ignore the annoying stares everyone around you were giving. Instead, the two of you walked off in blissful ignorance.

Maybe being with Hobie Brown would be easier than you thought.

tags for those who wanted it (��); @serenn08 | @babydollfoster | @em711 | @girl-detective16 | @midnightnoiserose

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[defnotriri]

“ JUST A FLING ! “

Megumi Fushiguro x reader // Yuji Itadori x reader

angst with a lil itadori fluff at the end! :P

You don’t know how it happened. But it did.

Sitting in an empty classroom, focusing on your work. Occasionally tapping the pencil against your lips as you concentrated. It was silent other than the groans you let out once in a while if a problem you came across was complicated.

That was until he walked in. His stupid black hair, that spikes up. The way his shirt was creased and how he had his usual frown on his face.

but somehow, some way,

The two of you shared a kiss in the same classroom. He warned you, he wasn’t looking for anything. Just a fling. Your pencil and books left opened on the desk as he dragged you into his dorm. Breathing heavily as you quickly removed your tight black long sleeved uniform, as well as your black flared pants. Megumi was quick to move you onto the bed, his hands gently moving up and down your sides. Let’s just say- Yuji didn’t get that much sleep.

———

As you slowly opened your eyes, waking up from your sleep. You’re met with Megumi’s back facing you. A frown paining your face. You sat up in your matching underwear and got your phone off his night stand. Checking the time it.

3:46 am

You sighed putting the phone back down and collecting your clothing. Putting the shirt back on and then your pants. Megumi stirred at the cold empty spot next to him. Opening his eyes, seeing you dressed up.

“where’re you going? . . stay it’s late.. “

He squinted at the bright phone screen. Pulling you by the arm. Into the bed. Wrapping his arms around your small frame as his hand went behind your head pushing it towards his chest. Inhaling your scent with a content smile. This cycle continued for months.

——

You smiled as you carried a single shopping bag. You were out with Nobara and Yuji today. Yuji was being a gentleman and offered to carry both of your bags. Nobara happily agreed but you were a bit more reluctant, feeling bad for the boy. But he insisted and eventually you gave into him. You gave him everything but one bag, you bought it as a gift for Megumi. Who didn’t come since he already had plans.

It wasn’t that hot, but still warm. Due to the weather you three decided to go ahead and buy some ice cream from a nearby shop. As you guys walked there Nobara came to a halt confusing you and the laughing Yuji.

“Uh. . . You okay Kugisaki?” The pink haired boy said confused.

“Itadori, L/N, you idiots look! it’s fushiguro with a woman!”

Hearing the boys name with another woman you quickly turned your head, seeing it was true. Your heart breaking into pieces. You knew you were only a fling but it still hurt. Noticing your hurt expression, Yuji took your hand and Nobara’s in his and dragged you two away.

“Hey! I know a great sweet place Gojo-Sensei showed me a couple weeks ago. It’s way better than their ice cream!”

The pink haired boy said with a smile, worried look on his face when he saw you still looking back at Megumi. He knew for a fact you weren’t taking this well.

That night you laid in your bed, in the dark. Staring at your ceiling as you thought to yourself. Moving positions onto your side. Seeing the bag with Megumis gift as well as the things you bought today in the corner of your room. The tears threatened to spill but you didn’t let them, you aren’t weak like that. You thought to yourself. You’re not going to let a stupid fling make you cry.

A ding came from your phone as it lit up, making the room bright. You left it on delivered not caring who it was and deciding to ignore it. Then multiple more dings came. You sighed sitting up and looking at your phone.

9:28 pm

megs 👾👎:

how was ur day? (:

what did u buy with those two idiots ?

hellooo ?

i know ur awake u don’t sleep til late.

im walking over okay? i have to know you’re safe.

The messages the boy sent made you bawl as you read them. Stupid. What a stupid idiot. Megumi Fushiguro was the biggest idiot you’ve ever met. You wrapped yourself into the warm sheets and decided to just let him knock if he did come. You wouldn’t open it though.

He did knock after a good few minutes. Knock, Silence, Knock.

You stared at the wall as tears fell. But then you heard the doorknob twisting. But you locked the door. . . That’s when it hit you. Remembering that you gave your spare dorm key to Megumi one day. You cursed yourself. Turning around so you faced the wall and your back faced him.

“L/N?” Megumi whispered. Sitting down at the edge of your bed. No response, besides your sniffles that you so desperately tried to conceal. With a sigh megumi took off his shoes, laying into bed with you. Wrapping his arms around you and kissing your head. He tried to comfort you but since he really didn’t know what you were crying about, it was kind of useless.

“megumi. . .” You sat up finally facing him.

“I-… I cant just be a fling anymore i’m sorry. I want to be with you, Megumi! I don’t want you to call me L/N. I want to be called (Name)! I dont.. i don’t want to call you fushiguro anymore..” You said as you looked down, making the tears you held in fall. Megumi staring at your face.

“. . .(name)” He put a hand on your cheek. Making you look up at him as you continued to cry. It broke his heart- it really did. “I can’t. I dont-“ he sighed.

“I don’t feel the same way L/N, I like somebody else. I’m sorry. I know i said i wasnt looking for anything- but i..” He tried explaining while rubbing your cheek before you cut him off.

“please. . please leave.” You gave a soft smile with tears in your eyes. Not allowed to fall. He nodded and got his shoes back on. Looking back at you balled up in your bed. Before closing the door, the only light in the room leaving.

———

Even if the two of you guys weren’t dating it hurt like hell. It was as if you two had been dating for several years then broke. Itadori was by your side the whole time. How could he not? When you shows up to his dorm with tears staining your face. You desperately trying to wipe them all away before he wrapped you in a hug.

Eventually you got over it.

You even reached first name basis with Itadori and Kugisaki. Definitely not Fushiguro though. Since you guys were in the same grade, you couldn’t really avoid him. But you tried to minimize your contact with him. If he hung out with yuji, you hung out with nobara. If he hung out with nobara, you hung out with yuji. If you four were assigned to a mission or just hung out with everyone. You would try your hardest to pretend he’s not there. But obviously, you’d help him out on a mission if he desperately needed it or if you two were assigned.

You were out grocery shopping with Yuji one day. He let you intertwine your hand with his. Hugging the arm with your freehand. Looking up at him with a big smile as he tells what happened in a movie he recently watched. Obviously Yuji was carrying the bags like he usually did. Again, you had tried to decline politely but he insisted.

“You’re so cute Yuji.” You whispered as you got on your tippy toes and placed a soft kiss on his jawline. He smiled down at you. Bringing your intertwined hands up to his lips and placing a gentle kiss back.

“I promise, I’ll treat you better than fushiguro.” Yuji smiled softly at you.

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[fadedncity]

if you let me

talk to my skin (part 1)

wc: 18.6k

pairing: jaemin x fem!reader

cw: smut, fwb!au, friends to lovers (fr this time!), non idol au, college au, softdom!jaem, alcohol consumption, use of marijuana, use of psychedelics (lsd), lil possessiveness, teasing, fingering, biting, oral sex (giving/receiving), face sitting, morning sex, period sex, shower sex, mentions of masturbation, semi public/car sex, somnophilia, dirty talk, pet names, praise kink (!!), lil degrading, multiple orgasms, creampie, cum eating, overstimulation, unprotected sex, consensual sex while under the influence, mentions of other idols, porn with way too much plot 

a/n: i didn’t expect this to be as long as it is and I didn’t expect to take as long to write as it did 😭 but i hope y’all enjoy it as much as i had fun writing it! <33

[2:38 PM] FRIDAY

"What are we doing about drinks tonight?" Rina asks.

"Eunji got a bottle of vodka," Meera tells her.

"You think Jeno still has that bottle of patron? Ask your man if he does," Rina nudges you. 

"You have his number, you ask him," you scoff, "And he's not my man," you grumble.

"How do you even know who I was referring to?" Rina asks with a smirk.

You lightly shove her, rolling her seat away before you pick up your phone to see the notification you received. 

[2:42 PM] jaem:  you still in class 

[2:42 PM] you:  sadly yes  this has quite literally been the longest day of my life 😖

[2:43 PM] jaem:  once it's over you should come over and maybe sit on my face to make you feel better 😇

Your stomach somersaulted, and you put your phone down, taking a breath before picking it back up.

[2:45 PM] you:  jaemin i stg  i hate you 

[2:46 PM] jaem:  no you don't 

[2:47 PM] you:  now why's that 🤔

[2:48 PM] jaem:  cause i just got more of that blue coffee strain that i've been waiting to smoke just with you 🙄

You can't fight the smile that comes to your face.

[2:49 PM] you:  ig i'll be over in 20 🙄

"I'll see you guys later," you tell Meera and Rina as the three of you reach the student parking lot.

"Where are you going?" Rina asks before you begin to depart from them.

"To see her man," Meera teases, resulting in you flipping them off as you walk in the opposite direction, towards Jaemin's.

[3:04 PM] 

The door to the house swung open before you could even raise your fist to knock. Jeno stands in the doorway, looking like he's on his way out. 

"Hey, Jen," you greet him.

"Hey," he smiles at you. 

"You going out?" you ask. 

"Yeah, I'm heading to the gym with Hyunjin and Bomin," Jeno answers, "Everyone else is already out and probably won't be back until later, so..." he looks you up and down, and smirks, "You two have the place to yourselves for a bit. I'll see you later."

"I'll see you, Jeno," you say, looking at the Taurus suspiciously as he walks to his car.

Just as you're about to walk into the house, Jaemin appears in the doorway.

"What's wrong?" Jaemin asks, seeing your expression.

"Jeno. He was being weird," you say as you enter.

Jaemin shrugs.

"Did you tell him?" you ask, following him into the kitchen.

"Tell him what?"

"About this—Us?"

"No," Jaemin says. "But I mean it's not like we're being the most discreet. So if he were to notice something and ask me about it, I wouldn't lie to him."

"Jaemin," you whine.

"What?" he mocks your tone. He sweetly smiles as he grabs your hands, "You're telling me Rina and the rest of the council don't already know?" he asks.

"Their nosy asses pried the information from me," you mumble. but if we all recall correctly, there was no real prying involved. 

"It's not like we're doing something wrong. We're both consenting adults. What's the point in having this terribly kept secret?" he says, placing a kiss below your jaw.

"Because.." you can't find the words, "It could make things weird."

"How?"

"We're friends, Jaem," you try not to let a moan interrupt you.

"And?"

"This isn't exactly what friends should be doing,"

"I mean, it can't be too bad, if it feels so good," he says in your ear. "But if you don't wanna-" he begins to pull away from you.

"No, no," you tug on his shirt, pulling him back to you, bringing a smile to his face, "Never said that." You press your lips to Jaemin's before he leads you to his room.

[5:27 PM]

You stir in your sleep, grumbling when you feel the pain in your shoulder from lying on it for too long.

Registering the soft beat of the music playing in the room, you begin to blink your eyes open, remembering this isn't your room.

You find Jaemin with his back to you, sitting a little further down the bed, his laptop in front of him.

"Whatcha working on?" you ask, alerting him you're awake.

Jaemin lowers his laptop screen as you try to peek over his shoulder but only get a glimpse of the pictures he was editing. 

"Hey!" you frown.

"It's a surprise," Jaemin tells you.

"Jaemin," you pout.

"Two weeks isn't that long, sweetheart. You can wait," he shrugs.

"Booooo. You're no fun," you roll your eyes.

Jaemin stands to place his laptop on his desk. He shoves his hands in his pocket as he walks back over to the bed but only stops at the foot, silently staring at you. 

"What?" you ask, worried you had smudged mascara under your eyes or something.

"Nothing. I just like looking at you," the corners of Jaemin's lips curl up. 

"What, you think half my makeup on your pillow and bed head is hot?" you joke, suddenly nervous, feeling like he's looking into your soul.

"Yeah, cause you're hot," he grins.

"Shut up, Jaemin," you turn your back to him. 

"No," he grabs your hip, rolls you onto your back, and hovers over you, "I like getting you all like this," he grins, "All embarrassed and flustered. It's adorable." 

"Now you're just teasing."

"I thought you liked it when I teased you."

Your face grows warm as he smiles at your flustered state.

Jaemin leans down and kisses you, your hands instantly finding his hair. One of his hands travels down your body and reaches under your shirt, the feeling of his fingers trailing up your torso sending goosebumps all over your skin. Jaemin hums approvingly when he finds you wearing no bra and cups your breast in his hand. You give up the fight for dominance, letting Jaemin's tongue slip past your lips. He lightly traces his finger around your areola, slowly circling the perky bud. He teasingly pinches your nipple between two fingers allowing a moan to slip out of your mouth.

"Do you want me to stop teasing you now?" Jaemin asks.

"No. Please keep going."

"Look at you, baby. Already so desperate for more."

Jaemin slowly trails his finger down your stomach toward the waistband of your sweatpants. He moves his hand to your thighs, softly squeezing them while pulling them apart. Jaemin's hands purposely take their time as he traces the apex of your thigh before cupping your sex over your clothes. He watches your reactions as he runs his finger along your slit, making you feel how uncomfortably wet your underwear has gotten.

A whimper from you brings a dangerous smirk to Jaemin's face.

"Jaem, please no more."

"No more what?"

"Teasing. Please just touch me."

"Like this?" he slips his hand into your pants, softly petting your clit.

"Yes, please just like that," you tell him.

Jaemin hums, feeling the wetness between your legs, easily slipping a finger in before adding another.

Your soft whimpers start to grow louder. Jaemin quiets you with a finger to your lips.

"Shh, some of the boys are back," he tells you, "So if you don't want them to hear you, you're gonna have to be quiet, okay, bunny?"

Unable to produce any sounds other than moans, you just nod. Your eyes roll back when the heel of Jaemin's palm rubs against your clit while curling his fingers expertly. Your fingernails dig into his bicep as you feel the pleasure coursing through your veins.

Jaemin enters a third finger, loving the feeling of your soft walls pulsing around his digits.

You bury your head into Jaemin's neck, trying to muffle your moans with his shirt, resorting to biting down on his shoulder when that doesn't seem to work.

Jaemin groans, feeling the way your body reacts to him, "Fuck, baby, you gonna cum for me already?"

You just nod, holding onto Jaemin as that coil in your stomach grows tighter. Jaemin hears your muffled pleas, your body unable to hold back from squirming as you feel your orgasm approaching.

Your legs close around Jaemin's hand, his fingers still wiggling inside of you as you cum. You curl yourself into Jaemin, letting yourself revel in the high and come back down.

Feeling Jaemin press kisses to your temple brought your face out of his neck to let him kiss your lips instead. You whine into his mouth as he slowly moves his hand away from your sensitive pussy.

"Did so good for me, angel," he says, looking at his fingers, glistening with your slick before taking them into his mouth.

Such a sight shouldn't turn you on as much as it does.

You grab his face and bring his lips back to yours. You feel his body pressed against yours but still want him impossibly closer. You almost don't hear the knock on the door, too preoccupied with thinking about his dick growing hard against your thigh.

With an annoyed grumble, Jaemin stops kissing you and purposely pulls your legs over his lap when he tells whoever's on the other side of the door to come in.

"Renjun wants to know if you're throwing for drinks," Chenle enters without looking up from his phone.

"How much?" Jaemin asks.

"$10," he replies.

Jaemin reaches into his pocket and gives Chenle the cash.

"What about you?" Chenle then asks you.

"What about me? This isn't my party. I don't live here."

"You might as well. You eat our food and smoke our weed." 

"Our?" Jaemin furrows his eyebrows.

"Come on, Chenle, don't act like you don't love seeing my pretty face all the time," you grin.

Chenle rolls his eyes, "I don't know how you put up with her," he says to Jaemin before leaving.

"You love me, Lele!" you yell after him.

Once the door shut, Jaemin turns back to you, cupping your jaw. But just as he was about to kiss you, your phone rang.

"Hello?" you answer.

"I'm here," Meera says.

"Okay, I'm-" you're cut off.

"Hi, Meera," Jaemin says, taking the phone from you.

"Hi, Jaemin. You kids have fun?"

"Yeah. Only smoked a little, then was able to get some edits done since someone decided to take a nap," Jaemin teasingly pokes your sides. 

"Was she snoring?" you hear Meera ask.

"Excuse you. I do not snore," you defend.

"No, but you talk in your sleep sometimes," Jaemin tells you. You gasp, shocked at this new information. "Don't worry, baby, it's cute." he kisses you.

Meera gags from the other end. "Alright, I'm hanging up now. Tell her to hurry up!" she says before ending the call.

"Wait, you're leaving me?" Jaemin whines with a pout.

"Uh, did you think I was wearing this tonight?" you motion to your shirt and sweatpants.

"I don't see anything wrong with this," Jaemin shrugs.

You roll your eyes, "It won't even be that long. I'll be back here in two hours tops," you kiss the pout on his lips before leaving, and meeting Meera outside. 

You had barely just gotten into the car when Meera recites, "'Don't worry, baby, it's cute.'"

"Don't start," you warn her.

[10:35 PM]

Now when you said two hours, you probably should have clarified that that would be how long it would take you to get ready. But considering your best friends tend to lose track of time when alcohol is involved, taking a few shots before heading out should have been the first indicator that the night would start later than you originally anticipated.  

Before you even entered the house, you were worried the boys would get a noise complaint, but none of them seemed to share your concerns, as most of them were well beyond gone by this point.

It doesn't take you long to find Jaemin since he's seated in front of the TV in the living room, playing Mario Kart with Jisung, Haechan, and a few others.

Jaemin glances at you before taking a double take as Rina drags you along to the kitchen. You smirk, winking at him as well.

"Dude, come on, we're waiting on you," Haechan nudges Jaemin, breaking him out of his daze.

"Give me a second," Jaemin quickly stands from the couch and makes a beeline for the kitchen.

Jaemin finds you, along with Rina, pouring a mix of things on the counter into plastic red solos.

You down most of what's in your cup, thankful you can't taste the alcohol, and actually enjoy the drink before turning around and almost crashing into Jaemin.

"Hi," he cages you against the counter.

"Hello," you smile, holding onto his shoulders and balancing yourself. 

Jaemin can tell by your bubbliness and grin on your face, you're further on the tipsy side.

"I think it's been longer than two hours you've had me waiting, pretty girl," Jaemin tilts your chin up toward him before letting his eyes fall down the rest of your body, taking in your outfit.

"I'm sorry," you say sweetly, "Someone couldn't decide on which shoes went with her dress," you look over at Rina.

"Look, if I wasn't satisfied with my outfit, I would've made it everyone's problem tonight," Rina says before knocking back a shot and wandering off to socialize.

Jaemin can't take his eyes off you. The haze from smoking just minutes before you arrived now has his mind clouded with nothing but thoughts of you. "Couldn't even be mad if I tried," he brings his lips closer to yours, "Not when you look this fucking good. All I wanna do is-"

"Jaemin, get your ass in here before we start without you!" you hear Minjeong's voice yell from the living room.

"We aren't finished," Jaemin says to you.

"I'm not going anywhere," you tell him.

. . . 

You had lost track of time about three drinks and two spliffs ago. 

Smoke filled the kitchen, the one window open all the way, doing next to nothing to actually air out the room. You could feel yourself getting higher with every passing second you stayed in there.

You're brought out of your daze when Kayla approaches your corner, "Hey, have you seen Jaemin?" 

"I think he went to get more drinks out of Jeno's car," Eunji answers. 

"Why?" Rina jumps in to ask. 

"Nothing urgent. He just owes me a rematch," Kayla answers with a smile before walking off.

Rina nods suspiciously, eyeing the girl as she floats around the kitchen. 

"Is she trying to make a pass at your man?"

"What? No, he's not even—Wait," suddenly, a sick feeling rises in your stomach, and you doubt its from the alcohol, "No way she is-"

"You remember freshmen year?" Eunji asks. 

"Her and Jaemin freshmen year?" Rina emphasizes. 

"Okay, but that was years ago," you say. 

"And I hear she still doesn't stop boasting about hooking up with Jaemin. Like she was the one to discover the eighth wonder of the world or something," Aeri tells you.

You laugh, "I mean, it is that good-" Rina pinches you, disparaging your joke, wanting you to be more serious about this. "Ow! What!? You really think I'm worried? I trust Jaemin already has in mind who'll end up in his bed by the end of the night anyway," you smirk as you finish the rest of your drink. 

"Yeah, but Kayla doesn't think there's anything to stop her from restaking claim on that eighth wonder." 

"Enough with that fucking analogy," you hop off the counter, now clearly annoyed. 

You were not jealous. No, no, never that. But you couldn't admit out loud that your friends' words helped stir the feeling of possessiveness boiling inside of you. 

Jaemin enters the kitchen with cases of beer, settling them on the table before his eyes scan the room. Once they find you, he smiles.

In your peripheral, you see Kayla approaching Jaemin, and you're already moving across the tiled floor to Jaemin before you can even think about it. 

Neither Jaemin or Kayla have the chance to say anything as you kiss Jaemin, catching him and everyone else off guard. But shock quickly leaves Jaemin's body when he feels your lips against his, and kisses you back, grabbing your waist.

You circle your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss and letting Jaemin's tongue slip into your mouth. The both of you are too caught up in the heat of it to care for all the people witnessing the entire thing.

Coming back to reality, you pull away with his bottom lip between your teeth, making him slightly groan. Jaemin looks at you with a dark gaze before you slip out of his arms. 

You wipe off your lipgloss from the corner of his mouth, turning to Kayla, "You said you were looking for him for something?" you ask before walking away, leaving her and Jaemin both speechless.

Returning to your friends' corner of the kitchen, you quickly search for another drink. Aeri immediately hands you hers, and you knock back the liquor. 

"That was…" Jisung's at a loss for words.

"Unexpected," Yangyang finishes.

"Hot," Eunji says.

"Unexpectedly hot," Rina partially jokes.

You don't hear Jaemin approaching you from behind and jump when you feel his chest against your back.

"Come to my room in five minutes," he says in your ear.

By the time you turn around, Jaemin's already walking away, shooting you a wink as he makes his way up the stairs.

"There's no way you actually believe that. Rise of the Skywalker doesn't have shit on Rogue One!" Minjeong continues.

You used the heat of Minjeong's Star Wars debate with Keeho to unnoticeably slip away from the party.

You follow the familiar path to Jaemin's room to be quickly pulled inside before you can even reach for the doorknob. Jaemin's door slams shut with your body pinned against it. You can feel your pulse rapidly beating the closer Jaemin's face got to yours, his lips only a breath away from yours.

"You really thought you could do something like that and just walk away like it was nothing?" Jaemin asks lowly. 

"Kayla seemed like she had something important to tell you," you shrug, "What'd she have to say, anyway?"

"Wanted a rematch in Mario Kart," he says. 

"So why are you in here with me and not out there giving her what she wants?" you ask. 

"Cause I already know what she wants. But I've made it very clear that me and her are just friends."

"So are we," you say. 

"But this—you and I—is different," Jaemin says.

"How?"

"Because it was freshmen year, and Kayla and I were never really seeing each other. Just fucking."

"Ah, yes. Just good, meaningless, hot sex," you nod.

"Exactly. Meaningless," Jaemin made sure to enunciate every syllable of the last word.

"Are you saying this means something?"

"Yeah, it can," Jaemin's gaze drops to the floor for a second, "If you want it to," he sheepishly smiles at you.

You smile as you slide your hands up to Jaemin's shoulders and kiss him. The loud music playing and noisy people in the house all fade into oblivion with Jaemin's lips pressed sensually against yours.

Jaemin brings you to his bed, sitting on the edge before pulling you into his lap. Jaemin roughly grabs your thighs in his hands, sliding up your skin higher and higher. Your fingers tangle in his hair, bringing him impossibly closer. He cups your jaw, pushing his tongue past your lips, tasting the mix of juice and alcohol lingering with a hint of smoke on your own.

"Gotta admit, though, you're even hotter when you're jealous," he grins. When Jaemin leans in to kiss you, he finds himself chasing after your lips.

"Jealous??" you raise your brows, "Nah ah, I don't do jealous. Possessive, I'll take, but jealous??" you scoff.

"Well, whatever you wanna call it, angel," Jaemin slowly guides your hand down his body, "Just know that it's all you—only you who's doing this to me," your hand lands right over the zipper of his jeans, allowing you to feel the outline of his cock, growing hard.

A grin breaks out on your face, and you grab Jaemin's neck, pulling him back in, roughly kissing him. 

He falls back onto the bed with his lips still on yours. Jaemin slips his hand between your bodies, feeling your wetness through the thin layer of cotton.

"Already such a mess for me, angel," he teases.

"S'all just for you."

Jaemin pulls your panties to the side, satisfied with the warm slick he feels on his fingers. Your breath grows uneven when he slowly circles his thumb around your clit.

"Want me to do something about that?" Jaemin asks.

"You can do whatever you want," you try to keep yourself together.

"I want you to sit on my face," Jaemin says between kisses.

You freeze and pull away from him. You don't know how to react other than to burst out into laughter. Jaemin only smiles when he hears your laugh, but the look in his eyes tells you he isn't just saying some stupid shit cause he's high.

"You're serious?" you stop laughing.

"I was pretty serious earlier, and I still am now. Besides, when have I ever said something didn't mean," Jaemin tells you while rubbing his hand up and down your back.

You tug your lip between your teeth, growing excited at the thought; your underwear definitely ruined at this point.

All you can do is say, "Okay," with a nod.

Jaemin's hands that were previously toying with the material of your skirt are now bunching up the fabric, pushing it up your hips.

You slide your underwear down your legs without breaking eye contact with him, dropping them somewhere on the floor.

Jaemin places his hands on your hips once you crawl your way up his body. He smirks, licking his lips, about to direct you onto his mouth before you stop him. "Wait."

"What?" 

"I've never done this before," you tell him, sitting back on his chest.

"Do you want to?" he asks, softly running his hands over your thighs.

"I mean, yeah."

"Then, come on and take your seat, princess," Jaemin grins. 

"What if I hurt you?"

"You're not gonna," he softly smiles, "But even if you do, I wouldn't mind suffocating by these thighs," he kisses your inner thigh. 

"Jaemin," you whine. 

"I'm just kidding...partially." 

"You better start kicking and screaming if something's wrong," you tell him sternly.

"I will. I promise." 

You begin to lower yourself onto Jaemin's face, but then he wraps his arms around your thighs, bringing you down onto his tongue. You moan loudly, feeling the wet muscle lick between your folds, and Jaemin moans too. The taste of you flowing into his mouth like a never-ending fountain. 

"Jaemin—ah," you grab onto his hair, "that feels so fucking good." 

Jaemin hums in response, swirling his tongue around your clit. You throw your head back, and your hips start mindlessly rocking against Jaemin's tongue. You hear a muffled groan from the man beneath you, and you lift yourself off his face. 

Jaemin has a drunken grin on his face while his mouth and chin are wet with your juices, his hair stuck up in different directions from you pulling on it. 

"Why'd you stop?" he asks, breathless. 

"I don't know, I got scared. I thought you couldn't breathe," you said. 

"Baby, I'm fine. Don't worry about me," Jaemin says, eager to get you back on his mouth. "You're thinking about it too much again."  

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. Just focus on me," Jaemin tells you before lowering you back onto his mouth. 

You sink your teeth into your bottom lip as Jaemin captures your clit between his lips. Jaemin never takes his eyes away from your face, watching the worry melt into bliss. You can't help your hips from moving on their own accord, riding Jaemin's face as you chase your orgasm. 

Teasing your slit with the tip of his tongue, you feel the vibrations from beneath from Jaemin laughing at your protests against his antics. The wet muscle slips inside of you, feeling your soft walls pulsing. 

"Yes-fuck, Jaemin," you screw your eyes shut and throw your head back, "Please, don't stop," you move your hips faster. 

But then Jaemin locks his arms around your thighs, keeping you from moving.

Because of how laid back he usually is, it becomes easy for you to forget that Jaemin is no stranger to the gym and frequently visits along with his best friend. A broken moan rips from your throat, feeling Jaemin use his strength to restrict your movements and keep you right where he wants you. 

"Cum for me, angel," he says, briefly coming up for air.

Your fist in Jaemin's hair roughly grabs at his roots, causing him to moan against your clit, the euphoria shooting up your spine like an electric shock. You can feel his arms flexing around you to keep you from crushing his head as he laps at your folds.

It wasn't until Jaemin felt your body trembling and your hips attempting to pull away from his mouth, did he free you from his hold. You exhaustedly collapse onto the bed next to him.

"Oh my fucking god, Jaemin," you pant, your eyes fluttering shut.

Jaemin laughs, rolling over to face you. He cages you in with his arms and studies your fucked out state from your hazy eyes to your thighs slightly twitching, still reeling from the intensity of your orgasm. He lowers himself to kiss your face.

"You feeling okay?" Jaemin asks.

"Much better than okay," you tell him.

"Good," he kisses you, "Come on," he then moves off you.

"Wha- Where are we going?" you sit up.

"Back to the party?" he says.

Your eyes fall to the bulge in his pants before flicking back to his face.

"I'll be fine. We've been missing for too long anyway," Jaemin began straightening out his clothes.

"Jaemin," you pout, grabbing his hand.

"Aht, don't worry about me, angel," he tells you, "I definitely got what I came for," he says with a kiss.

You grumble, knowing his ass is just as stubborn as you. It's become abundantly clear that he enjoys giving more than receiving, but you can't help that it makes you want to give just as much if only he would let you.

Jaemin watches you start the search for your underwear before stopping you, "Leave them," Jaemin says, "They'll only be coming off again later," he smirks.

You look at him with your mouth slightly open, already feeling the heat pooling in your lower stomach all over again. He gives you a second to pull yourself together before taking your hand and leading you back out to the party. 

"Did your room somehow move across the city? The fuck took you so long?" Ningning asks the second you and Jaemin enter the living room, snatching the rolling papers out of Jaemin's hands.

"Sorry, got sidetracked," Jaemin says, sitting on the couch.

"Sidetracked fucking-" Haechan starts before Meera slaps his arm.

"Leave them alone," Meera scolds her boyfriend.

Jaemin didn't give you a chance to think before pulling you down into the spot next to him, keeping his arm around you.

For the remainder of the party, Jaemin mostly stayed at your side, keeping you within arms reach until he could have you to himself for the rest of the night.

[9:51 AM] SATURDAY

When Jaemin woke up, he knew he was fucked.

You were peacefully sleeping beside him, your chest slowly rising and falling with every breath you took. Goosebumps appear over your arms and legs as the AC kicks on, and your hardened nipples poke through the t-shirt Jaemin gave you to sleep in. 

"Fuck," he lowly curses to himself, desperately willing away the boner growing in his underwear. 

Jaemin could take care of it on his own. It's not like he's unfamiliar with having to slip away from you to take care of an issue that was indirectly caused by you. The first instance being all those months ago, when you first started messing around before you made it clear you were just as open to giving as you were receiving.

Now would be no different, except Jaemin can already imagine the pout forming on your face if you were to know he did so himself instead of letting you. But Jaemin couldn't find it within himself to wake you, knowing how quickly you knocked out last night after he completely wore you out. So a solo quickie in the bathroom is what it's gonna have to be for now.

One problem, though, is you're lying on one of his arms. 

Trying his hardest not to wake you, Jaemin tries first, slowly moving away from you toward the edge of the bed so he can quickly take back his arm.

Jaemin starts to hear soft murmurs fall from your lips as you begin to stir, and he stops moving. Once he confirms you're still asleep, Jaemin tries again, almost getting his arm completely free. 

But as a chill runs through you, you move back, seeking the warmth of his body again, putting Jaemin back at square one. 

With all the sudden movement, your eyes flutter open, and you look over your shoulder at Jaemin. 

"Good morning," you smile, seeing he's already awake.

"Morning," Jaemin tries not to focus on the fact that your ass is flush against his erection, "Sleep well?" he asks. 

"Uh huh," you nod through a yawn before stretching, causing your ass to rub against Jaemin's crotch. "Seems like you did, too," you raise an eyebrow, now, very much aware of his hard cock resting against your backside. 

"Would've taken care of it if you weren't holding my arm hostage," he tells you. 

"What would you need to do that for when I'm right here?" you twist your torso, even more, to look at him. 

"Didn't wanna wake you," he says. 

"Would've been the best way to wake me," you press your lips to his.

You slip your hand between your bodies, finding his clothed cock and palming him over his boxers.

Jaemin groans into your mouth, tugging your bottom lip between his teeth as he ruts his hips into your hand. You push the waistband of Jaemin's boxers down far enough to let his length spring free, grasping his throbbing cock in your hand.

"Fuck, angel," he groans as you twist your wrist, slowly jerking him.

Jaemin's free hand trails up the backs of your thighs before sneaking between them to discover you must've had a dream as good as Jaemin's, considering how wet you already are and he hasn't even done anything to you yet.

"Dream sweet dreams of me, bunny?" Jaemin teases.

"Uh huh," you mumble against his lips.

"I make you feel this good in your dreams?" he asks, moving your panties to the side and rubbing your clit. 

"No, this is so much better."

A moan bubbles in Jaemin's throat, feeling you squeeze the base of his cock. You try not to lose concentration and swipe your thumb over his slit leaking with beads of precum, and a raspy curse falls from Jaemin's lips.

"Fuck, sweetheart, you're gonna be the death of me," he says.

"Jaemin, please."

"What, pretty girl?" he asks, "You know if you want something, all you gotta do is ask for it."

You whine, hating that Jaemin loves putting you on the spot like this because he enjoys seeing you all flustered.

"I want you."

"I'm right here, baby," Jaemin says softly, "You want me to do something to you?" he asks, teasingly tracing the seam of your lower lips. 

"Yes."

"You wanna feel me inside?"

You nod.

"Like this?" he asks, sinking two fingers into your pussy.

You hum, your eyes fluttering shut; Jaemin all too well-versed in knowing how to play your body like a fiddle.

"More," you tell him.

"You want my cock, angel?"

"Yes," you nod, "Please." 

Jaemin wastes no more time with your panties, pulling them to the side and lining his cock up with your entrance.

The raw feeling of skin against skin without the latex barrier causes you to become more and more grateful for the conversation you and Jaemin had a few weeks ago about using condoms, knowing neither of you are sleeping with anyone else, and you completely trust Jaemin. Because the feeling of him entirely—every ridge, curve, and vein—buried deep inside you had your head spinning.

You sharply gasp, arching your back as Jaemin slides into you. He buries his head into your neck, sinking his teeth into your skin. Your eyes roll back, and you try to grab onto whatever you can.

Resting his hand on your hip, Jaemin slowly slips out of your pussy before filling you right back up.

"Jaemin~" you mewl.

"You like that, princess? Is this what you wanted?" he asks.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes—thank you, Jaemin," you screw your eyes shut and grab onto his arm.

"Anything for my angel," he kisses you.

Once Jaemin finds a steady rhythm to work at, he grabs your leg, pulling your knee toward your chest. The new position allows you to feel the delicious drag of his cock against your walls. Your shallow breaths quickly melt into small whimpers and moans as Jaemin toys with your clit. Reaching behind you, you grab his hair, your lips meeting in a sloppy, desperate kiss. Jaemin angles his hips, hitting your sweet spot with precision, making you moan.

"Jaemin, oh my god-"

"I know, sweetheart, I know," he slows down, "But if we don't wanna wake anyone, you gotta be quiet for me," he tells you.

You bit down on your lip, suppressing the noises threatening to spill from your lips. You could hear how uneven Jaemin's breathing had become as your walls pulsed around him.

"You're doing so good for me, baby," he kisses your cheek, "You gonna cum?"

Untrusting of your voice, you only nod.

"You feel so good—fuck. So fucking tight and wet," Jaemin rasps in your ear while working your clit with his thumb.

You force your face into the pillow, muffling your cries as you cum around Jaemin's cock.

You can hear the heavy breathing and grunts from the man behind you, feeling your pussy choke his cock in a vice grip.

"Shit," Jaemin hisses, slipping out of your overstimulated cunt.

You quickly replace Jaemin's hand with yours, curling your fingers around his shaft. You move to situate yourself between his legs, taking his dick into your mouth without a second thought.

"Fuck, angel," Jaemin runs a hand through his hair, "You're so fucking good for me," he throws his head back against the headboard. 

You flicker your eyes up toward him, taking in the way his brows furrow and abs contract with every slow movement of his hips.

"You're gonna make me cum," he warns, stroking the back of your head.

You moan, taking more of him down your throat until tears are pricking at your eyes. You use your hand to squeeze the base of his cock while you hollow your cheeks around the rest of what you can fit in your mouth. Jaemin lifts his head, looking down at you, lost in your own little world, seemingly enjoying this as much as he is. 

That was enough for Jaemin to shoot warm ropes of cum down your throat.

Jaemin's sensitive cock twitches against your tongue, watching your pretty lips slide off his dick, licking the drops of his cum off the corners of your mouth before swallowing.

"Since when were you such a morning person?" Jaemin asks, catching his breath.

Sitting up on your knees, you crawl into his lap. "I'm not. Just a really horny one," you wrap your arms around his neck.

Jaemin laughs against your lips, holding your hips.

A knock on the door startles you, pulling you away from Jaemin. "If you two are done fucking, breakfast is ready," you hear Rina's voice.

"Oh my god," your eyes widen, "I wasn't even that loud, was I?" you ask in horror.

"You weren't exactly quiet," Jaemin says.

"Yeah, no thanks to you," you roll your eyes.

"So now this is my fault?"

"Yes," you answer, getting off him.

You stand and suddenly become aware of the ache in your legs. Jaemin places his hands on your hips to steady you, ready to follow you out.

As you make your way downstairs, the smell of weed hangs heavily in the air, and you can hear some sort of disagreement in the living room over the music playing from the kitchen, letting you know almost everyone is awake.

Great.

"Good morning," you enter the kitchen with Jaemin close behind you.

"Must've been a good morning for you indeed," Meera says, and you pinch her as you pass by her.

"Save me a seat," Jaemin whispers, kissing your cheek and lightly tapping your ass before joining the wake and bake sesh going on in the living room. 

You can feel the eyes on you as you move around the kitchen, making yourself a plate of food. Rina, Meera, and Kali all wait until you sit down before they begin.

"So, last night was…interesting," Meera starts.

"What makes you say so?" you ask.

"For starters, you missed everything with Kali and Chenle last night-" Rina begins. 

"Aht, aht, this wasn't even supposed to be about me, and there's nothing to even tell," Kali cut her off. 

"That game of truth or dare said otherwise..." Meera mumbles behind her coffee mug. 

"It was your idiot boyfriend's idea to play that stupid game," Kali spits back defensively.  

"Well, it certainly is surprising to still see you're here this morning. And that shirt is looking vaguely familiar. I'm pretty sure I remember seeing Chenle wearing it when I was here yesterday," you tease Kali.

"I was too fucked up to go home last night, and he let me borrow it so I wouldn't have to sleep in my dress," Kali explains.

"Sounding familiar?" you ask Meera.

"Just a little," Meera nods. 

"Anyway, what we're actually here to discuss is whatever almost went down last night between you and Kayla," Kali says.

"Oh my god," you roll your eyes, "Whatever over-exaggeration Rina already told you, just imagine that but ten times less dramatic."

"Oh, come on. The look you had on your face, if Kayla had been two seconds faster, her ass would've ended up knocked out right in that spot," Rina says, pointing to almost the exact same spot you kissed Jaemin last night. 

You laugh before flinging a piece of bacon at Rina.

"That is so, not what would have happened," you shake your head, "But it doesn't matter now anyway since Jaemin made it very clear, they are nothing but a memory in the past." 

"How clear?" Meera asks. 

"Clear enough, I forgot why I was even bothered by the third time he made me cum last night," you grin as the memories flash back in your mind. 

[4:26 PM] TUESDAY

A soft knock on your door brings you out of your slumber. You mumble a response to whoever's on the other side of the door, telling them to come in.

Jaemin's voice fills your ears as he calls your name, and you lift your head to look at him.

"Jaemin?" you rub the sleep out of your eyes.

"Hi, sweetheart," he sweetly smiles at you.

"What are you doing here?" you ask, afraid you forgot plans you made with him.

"Eunji said you weren't feeling good, so I came to check on you," Jaemin says, and before you can ask, he tells you, "I caught Rina on her way out and she let me in."

"You didn't have to come all the way over here, Jaem," you smile at him, "I'm fine," you say before groaning as your muscles contracted, "This shit ain't nothing I'm not used to," you bury your face into your pillow, wishing the pain would quickly pass.

Spotting the bottle of Motrin on your nightstand, Jaemin asks, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"No, not really," you finally feel the tension ease up.

"You sure, baby?" Jaemin rubs your leg soothingly. 

"Unless you have something in mind, Nana," you smirk. 

Jaemin grins as he pulls your legs apart, situating himself between them, and hovers over you. He lowers himself to plant a soft kiss on your lips. The quick little pecks quickly escalate into a full-on makeout, your legs locking around his waist as he grips your thigh.

"Someone's eager, huh?" 

"Maybe I'm just a little needier today," you tell him. 

"Not an issue for me at all," he says, slipping his hands under your hoodie.

Goosebumps rise on your skin, feeling his fingertips softly brush your sides, sliding your hoodie up your torso. Jaemin starts kissing down your body, beginning to reposition himself between your legs.

"Jaemin, wait," you stop him, and he snaps his head up at you,

"What? What's wrong?" he asks, concerned.

"I'm on my period," you tell him.

Jaemin nods, "I know. I figured that much when Eunji said you could barely get out of bed today because how bad your cramps were," he kisses your lower stomach. 

Compared to your previous hookups, Jaemin had already exceeded your standards, and even now, he continues to raise them.

Wow, the bar really is in hell.

But as you stay quiet, still taken aback by his response, Jaemin pulls away from you.

"But, obviously, if you don't want to, I understand, baby," he kisses your hand.

"No, I do. It's just…"

"What?"

"I don't know. Other guys made me feel weird about it. So I guess I wasn't expecting you to not care."

"Of course I care," he softly kneads your thigh, "that's why I want to."

"What about the mess?" you pout.

"You really think a little blood bothers me?"

"Evidently not," you say, "But I just put these sheets down," you whine. Now it seemed like you were the one making up excuses. 

Jaemin laughs, "I could always go grab that towel from my car," he says, "Or better yet…" he gets off you and disappears into your bathroom. You hear the shower turn on before Jaemin comes back. Sitting up on your elbows, you watch as he grabs the back of his shirt, tearing it over his head. "Come get in the shower with me," he instructs before dropping his pants, leaving himself naked in front of you.

Jaemin smiles as you gawk over his figure before he leaves your sight, going into the bathroom. You rise from the bed and begin undressing as you follow his steps.

Entering the bathroom, you feel the humidity clinging to your skin as you close the door. Jaemin stands under the shower head, letting the water run down his body as he watches you through the glass door, undressing yourself the rest of the way. More steam pours out as you open the door and step into the shower. Wet strands of hair hang over Jaemin's eyes as he stares at you through his lashes. 

Watching the water roll down the contours of his body has you pressing your thighs together.

"It's rude to stare, angel."

"Sorry," you snap out of it, shaking your head.

Softly smiling at how cute you are, Jaemin holds his arms out for you, "Come here."

Shortening the already small distance between you, you walk into his arms and let him embrace you. Water dripping from the ends of his hair land on your nose and cheeks with how close you are to him.

You grab Jaemin's face as he circles his arms around you. You bite down on his lip with a squeal, feeling the water hitting your back when he switches spots with you, putting you under the stream of water. Jaemin laughs as he directs you to turn away from him and pull your back against his chest.

"I've got you, sweetheart. Just relax for me," Jaemin kisses the side of your neck.

You let the warm water cascade over you, seemingly easing your tense muscles as Jaemin kisses your skin.

You lean against Jaemin's firm chest as he snakes his arms around you. His hands slowly move from your hips, sliding up your torso to cup your breasts. You begin softly mewling as Jaemin kneads the tender flesh. He feels your hardened nipples under his touch and softly tweaks them between his fingers, making you moan and arch into his hand.

"Oh, baby," he coos, "You're so sensitive," you felt him smile against your ear.

"Feels good," you crane your neck to look at him.

"Yeah, want me to keep making you feel better?"

"Please," you nod at him.

Jaemin presses his lips to yours as one of his hands slips between your thighs. You whimper, shuddering in his arms, feeling his middle finger softly stroke your swollen clit.

You grab Jaemin's hair, deepening the kiss as you roll your hips against his hand. He smiles against your lips, swallowing your moans when he sinks one of his fingers into your warm cunt.

"Yeah?" Jaemin asks, watching your brows furrow as your mouth drops open, silently moaning.

"Yes, Nana, please give me more."

"As you wish, sweetheart."

Jaemin adds two more fingers at the same time, your pussy sucking in his three digits. Your back arches away from his chest, and Jaemin flexes his arms, keeping you flush against his body.

The pain in your lower abdomen subsided, quickly replaced by the coil in your stomach tightening.

Jaemin ignores the fatigue in his arm, still curling his fingers against your gummy walls, repeatedly hitting your sweet spot. He uses his other hand to focus on your clit, pressing his fingers to the stimulated bundle of nerves and rubbing calculated circles.

"Jaemin, please, oh my god-"

"Gonna cum for Nana?"

"Mhm—I'm so close."

"Go on, baby, let go for me."

Jaemin lets you rest all your weight on him as you slump against his chest, letting your orgasm wrack through your body. He kisses your shoulder, easing you through your come down.

Turning your head to find Jaemin's lips, you slip your tongue into his mouth. He softly wraps his hand around your neck to keep you there, tangling his tongue with yours. You rest your hand over his, holding your throat, saying, "Please, fuck me," you whisper against his lips.

"I love how pretty you sound begging for me."

"Please, Nana, I need you so fucking bad." With how unpredictable your emotions have been all day, you thought tears might actually start falling from your eyes if he kept teasing you like this.

"It's okay, bunny. I'm right here."

Jaemin has no trouble guiding his cock into your pussy as he holds eye contact with you, watching your face melt into bliss. A low growl-like sound emits from Jaemin's chest as he buries himself inside you.

"Holy fuck, princess, you feel so fucking good. I could keep your pretty little pussy wrapped around me all night."

The thought alone causes a new wave of arousal to flood between your legs, and you're thankful for already being in the shower.

"Jaemin," you moan.

"Not if you keep saying my name like that, though," he groans, slowly adjusting his hips. "But that's okay, baby. You can cockwarm me another time," he says, and your walls flutter around him, "Of course, you'd like that," he smiles.

Anything you had thought of saying is erased from the forefront of your mind, feeling Jaemin draw his hips back before pulling you back onto his cock. Fully sheathed inside you, it feels like he's impossibly deep inside your guts. Beyond the running water and yourself, you could hear wet skin hitting against each other as Jaemin pounded into you from behind. You don't have much to ground yourself with, holding onto the tiled wall.

"How're you feeling, bunny?" Jaemin asks against your neck.

"Good. So fucking good," you cry, "T-Thank you…thank you, Nana," you stutter as he slows down, the tip of his cock softly stroking your sweet spot.

"Nana's got to make sure his princess is all taken care of," Jaemin kisses your temple.

"Nana, please," you pant.

Jaemin smirks, watching your eyes roll back when his hand returns to your neck. This time gently squeezing the sides of your throat.

"You close again, angel?" he asks in your ear. 

"Please," you beg.

"Touch yourself for me."

"Jaem-"

"You wanna cum, don't you?" he asks. You nod, and Jaemin guides one of your hands to your core, "Then let me feel you make your pretty little pussy cum on my cock."

It was hard enough to stand on your own, let alone focus on touching yourself. In contrast to Jaemin, your fingers weakly rubbed your clit with sloppily uncoordinated circles.

"That's my good girl," Jaemin hums, feeling the way your pussy chokes his dick as he thrusts into you. "Cum for Nana," he tells you.

"Jaem!" You desperately reach for him, one hand tangled in his hair while the other left red scratches down his forearm. 

With your legs shaking from the intensity of your orgasm, Jaemin secures his firm hold to keep you upright. His soft grunts fill your ears as your pussy pulses around his cock, making it harder to resist the urge to cum inside you. You feel Jaemin's cock twitch against your walls, brushing your abused g-spot when he quickly slips out of your cunt. You hear Jaemin's breathy moans as he jerks himself in his hand, cumming on your lower back.

"Fuck," you tiredly fall against the tiled wall.

"How are you feeling now?" Jaemin asks, pulling you away from the wall and turning you to him.

"So much better," you say through shallow breaths. "Thank you, Jaemin."

He kisses your forehead, "Now let's actually get you cleaned up."

[6:42 PM] SUNDAY

"Ow! You just pricked me!" Haechan exclaims. 

"If you weren't moving, I wouldn't have," Rina grits through her teeth. 

"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" Haechan asks.

"Of course I fucking do. This is my major!" Rina now purposely pricks Haechan's arm with a sewing needle, "Mimi, I swear to god, I'm going to sew your boyfriend's mouth shut," she turns to Meera on the couch. 

"I'd really appreciate it if you didn't. Hyuck's real good at using that mouth for more than just talking," Meera smiles proudly.

"Oh my god, please stop," you cover your ears and roll off the couch. 

Not wanting to hear what Haechan could have possibly said back to his girlfriend, you go down the hall to bother Kali and Jaemin.

You peer your head into the bathroom to see Jaemin leaning over the side of the tub while Kali washes the dye out of his hair with the detachable showerhead. 

"Hey, pass me that towel," Kali points to the towel hanging on the door.

Handing her the towel, you ask, "How're you doing, Jaem?"

"None of my hair has fallen out yet, so that's a good sign," Jaemin replies. 

Once Kali rings all the water out of Jaemin's hair, she securely wraps the towel around his head and allows him to stand to his full height. 

"Can I see?" you ask like an impatient child. 

Kali pulls the towel off Jaemin's head, ruffling his hair to get the rest of the water out. 

"Oh my god," your eyes widen. 

"What do you think?" Kali asks. 

"You like?" Jaemin asks, wiggling his eyebrows. 

"I love," you nod, fighting very hard to resist the urge to run your fingers through his vibrant pink hair yourself.  

Throwing the towel back on his head, Jaemin follows you down the hallway back to the living room.

"Jaemin, please tell me you're done," Rina sighs.

"Kali still needs to cut and blow dry my hair," Jaemin answers. 

"Damn it. Where's Jeno when you need him? What about Renjun? Is he still studying?" Rina asks.

"I'm not even here," Renjun quickly passes through to the kitchen. 

"I'm still right here, you know," Haechan places his hand on his hip. 

"Can I get confirmation from all of you you're coming up to lake house this weekend?" Chenle says the moment he enters the house.

"We're doing that this weekend?" Rina stops hemming Haechan's pants. 

"This is the last week of the semester. Did we not agree this weekend after Jaemin's exhibit?" Renjun asks. 

"That's this week too??" Rina stands up. 

"Yup," Jaemin nods, ringing the water out of his ears. 

"Oh my god, I don't have anything to wear for any of this," Rina frustratedly ran her hands through her hair.

"This might be a crazy idea, but you could always make something," Chenle says. 

"With what time? I still have to finish this and three other outfits for this final project by Wednesday," Rina says. 

"Don't you also have to finish my dress for Thursday?" you wonder out loud. 

"Fuck!" Rina stomped her foot. 

"Hyuck, take off your clothes," Meera stands from the couch. 

"Right here in front of all of them, baby? You know I'm not opposed to putting on a show as long as everyone else is okay with it." Haechan says, reaching for his girlfriend. 

"No, dummy," she lightly pushes him away, "Take off these clothes and go put some of your own back on, so Rina can take a break," Meera says. 

Rina sighed, "I can't-" 

"You need to take a break before you stress yourself out more than you already have. I'm not too bad with a thread and needle so I'll help you with whatever, okay?" Meera offers.

After Rina agrees to taking a brief break, a joint magically appears with the words, "Don't say I never do anything for you," from Chenle.

"Shit, I really needed this," Rina drops her head to the back of the couch as she expels the smoke from her lips. "Jaem, you want?" she asks as she passes the joint off to you. 

"You know I could never say no," he replies. Joining the rest of you in the living room, Jaemin comes over to you and moves your legs out of the way, making room for himself on the couch, and you hand him the spliff. 

"Thank you, beautiful," he takes the joint from you.

Your eyes find themselves glued to Jaemin, watching him take a long drag, letting the cherry burn bright orange for a few seconds. You take in the way the pink fringes of hair frame his face, the new color and cut complimenting him well.

But you're torn out of your thoughts when the front door opens, and Rina jumps to her feet, "Jeno, thank god! Please, I need you, please!" she begs.

"Didn't think she'd be so impetuous when she confessed this," Meera mutters before being met with a pillow to her face, thrown by Rina. 

"Uh..yeah sure. What do you need?" Jeno asks. 

"First, your measurements," she spins him around and starts measuring his shoulders.

Jaemin makes himself comfortable, draping himself on top of you. 

"I've missed you," Jaemin mumbles into your neck. 

You laugh, softly threading your fingers through his damp hair, "How? I've been here for the past four hours."

Jaemin lifts his head, "Yeah but I couldn't give you much of my attention. I'm sorry," he pouts.

"Babe, what are you sorry for? I'm fine, not upset," you reassuringly smile at him. 

"Still, four hours I spent not really with you...Not touching you," you notice his eyes fall to your lips, "Drove me to near insanity." 

You press your lips to his, and Jaemin hums, satisfied into your mouth. 

Jaemin only stops kissing you when he's hit in the back of his head with another pillow thrown by Rina, "If you two are not going to be of any help please exit my workspace and go get a room," she says.

"Gladly," Jaemin gets off the couch, grabs your hand, and leads you to his room. 

"Wait, Jaem, I still need to give you a blowout," Kali called after him.

"Don't worry Kal, I think I have that covered," you wink as you follow Jaemin up the steps.

"Oh my god, you guys are so gross!"

[7:36 PM] THURSDAY

"How late are we?" you ask as you exit Eunji's car. 

"Only a few minutes, but we look good, so there's nothing wrong with being a little fashionably late," Eunji says. 

"Especially you," Eunseong says to you, "Rin, you absolutely outdid yourself. And when the fuck can I get one of these?"

"Please give me at least a week before I can make anything else with these hands," Rina said as you all entered the art gallery. 

"Did we miss anything?" Eunji asks when you all find Meera and Haechan first. 

"Just some rich white woman's speech," Meera answers. 

"Perfect, so we missed nothing," Ningning laughed. 

"Where's Jaemin and the rest?" you ask.

"Last we saw Jaem, he was over there. Everyone else is everywhere else," Haechan tells you. 

The other three stay back to keep talking with Meera and Haechan as you break off from them to find Jaemin. You tried prioritizing your search for him but couldn't but get distracted by the exhibits around you. The sculptures, paintings, photographs, and drawings displayed all over the gallery had you in awe of the work created by your fellow classmates.

Your eyes land on a picture that seems familiar to you. Getting a closer look, you realize it's a picture of Haechan and Meera from a few months ago when you all went to a music festival. You remember that day vividly. It had only been the second day of the festival, and half of you were struggling to cure hangovers from the previous night. Meera and Hyuck seemed to be the only ones sober enough to actually enjoy the performances as they sang and danced with one another. It was the intense passion the two have for one another that you could feel through the picture. Jaemin makes the point to emphasize the emotions in the photo with everything out of focus, your two friends being the center of it all. 

You continued looking at the rest of Jaemin's work and noticed your appearance in the photos becoming more frequent as you moved in what you assume is the chronological order of when the pictures were taken. 

Jaemin sees you as he speaks with a few sponsors and swiftly excuses himself. He tries to push every inappropriate thought he has, seeing the high slit in the dress and material accentuate every curve of your body.

"He's got a good eye, don't you think?" Jaemin asks you.

"He does," You turn to him and smile. "I'm curious, though, why us?"

"We had to choose an emotion we see every day; happiness, anger, sadness, frustration, fear, love," Jaemin tells you, "I know none of us would put up with one another if we didn't like each other on some basis, but I think the way we express our love to one another is comical, but I also think it's beautiful."

"I love that," you smile. 

"Can I show you my favorite one?" he holds his hand out for you.

Taking his hand, you let Jaemin lead you through the rest of his collection until he stops in front of one of the pictures. It was a photo of you. It was big enough that it would take up most of your bedroom wall. You know it was taken not that long ago, remembering that outfit and the party you wore it to. With everyone else dancing, smoking, and drinking around you, you had been the only thing in focus. You can even bet you knew what song you were dancing to by the smile on your face. 

"Jaem, when did you take this?" you ask him. 

Jaemin smiles, "You and Aeri were too far into the song to even notice," he shrugs, "I don't know, I just couldn't take my eyes off you and just took this on my phone."

This is quite literally the most beautiful picture of you ever taken, and Jaemin just snapped it on his phone amid the chaos you remember of Eric's party while most definitely not sober. 

"Why include this picture?" you ask. 

"It's my way of showing everyone else the way I see you," he said. 

Oh….Oh?

You have no chance to say anything as an older woman approaches the both of you, "Jaemin, I'm still finding it hard to believe these weren't done by a licensed professional with this level of artistry," she says, looking around at his work before leaning into Jaemin and speaking lowly, "I'm not really supposed to say anything now," she looks around, "But that summer internship is practically yours already." 

"Wow, that's so great to hear, Mrs. Walters," Jaemin smiles as he shakes her hand before she turns to you. 

"Oh, and I recognize you from most of the photographs. Is this your girlfriend?" she asks. 

You look at Jaemin, and he looks at you before smiling and squeezing your hand. 

"Yeah, she's my girlfriend," Jaemin says. 

"How wonderful. Such a beautiful couple," Mrs. Walters smiles at you. 

You both thanked her before she was called away, "Again, amazing work, Jaemin. Can't wait to work with you this summer. And lovely meeting you, sweetie." 

You nod, barely hearing anything that had just come out of her mouth, still hung up on what had come out of Jaemin's 

He just called you his girlfriend?? Jaemin? Girlfriend? You?…Jaemin's girlfriend. 

You thought you might possibly explode from the sheer happiness boiling inside you. 

You don't realize you've been smiling at Jaemin for quite a minute until your cheeks start hurting. You need to tell someone right now before you absolutely lose it in front of Jaemin and everyone else. You attempt to walk away until Jaemin pulls you back to him instead of letting your hand go. 

"Girlfriend—You just…called me your girlfriend," you stumble over your words.

"I did," Jaemin nods, "Was that okay?"

"Say it just one more time for me."

"My beautiful, gorgeous girlfriend."

"I love it," you kiss him, "Now please let me go scream about it in the bathroom." 

Jaemin laughs, kissing you one last time before letting you go. 

You immediately find Rina by a sculpture that very closely resembles Jeno. How many side gigs does this man have? But you waste no time asking questions about it right now and link Rina's arm, taking her to the bathroom. As you pass Eunji talking to Kara by the bar, Rina snatches Eunji, bringing her along.

"What happened? What's wrong?" Eunji asks as you start pacing around the bathroom.

You stop in your tracks, "Jaemin just called me his girlfriend," you tell them.

Rina's eyes widen before she screams, inducing you and Eunji to scream as well.

The acoustics in the bathroom make the three of you sound like a party of twelve until you realize that you three aren't alone as Meera and Kali exit the big stall, followed by a cloud of smoke. 

"Congratulations, babe. I'm so happy for you," Meera throws her arms around you. 

"Jeno said people can hear us out there," Rina reads the text he sent, "But who cares cause my baby is finally boo'd up!" she grabs your face and kisses your cheek. 

"Okay, guys, I just needed to get out there before I literally passed out but I'm good now so we should get back out there," you say. 

"Anyone want a hit before we go?" Kali takes her cart out of her bag.  

"Don't mind if I do," Rina takes the pen.

"Where'd this come from?" you ask before taking a hit. 

"…Chenle gave it to me," Kali answers. 

"And the pieces fall into place," Meera mumbles.

"What??" Everyone snaps their attention to her.

Meera brushes it off, "Nothing." 

. . . 

You made sure you didn't get too high, considering you're still out in public at a somewhat formal event. You returned to Jaemin and stayed by his side the rest of the night, your hand in his.

As you all exit the gallery and fill out into the parking lot, Jaemin asks, "Can I drive you home?" 

"Yeah," you nod and start walking to Jaemin's car. 

"Hey! You two, we have an early morning tomorrow, so you better-" Eunji yells after you. 

"He's only driving me home!" you yell back. 

As he drives, Jaemin rests his hand on your thigh, keeping the other steady on the wheel. You can't tell if he's doing it purposely or not, but with each soft squeeze or subtle inch he moves his hand up higher you bite your lip harder attempting to keep your composure. You can feel your insides quivering as you refrain from pressing your thighs together. You look over at him and already regret that decision with how fine he looks in the light of each passing streetlamp. 

Stopping at a red light, Jaemin turns his head to see you already looking at him. He softly smiles at you and takes your hand from your lap, interlacing his fingers with yours. He kisses the back of your hand, keeping his hand in yours as the light turns green. 

Jaemin reaches your street and parks a few houses down from yours. 

"Thank you for coming tonight," Jaemin says. 

"Baby, you know I wouldn't have missed this for anything," you say before kissing him. "Too bad you can't come up. Eunji's making us clean the whole house before the trip."

"And I'm driving tomorrow, so I really should go home and get some sleep," Jaemin says but makes no move to leave you.

You kiss him and unbuckle your seatbelt. But before you can exit the car, Jaemin locks the door.

You laugh, "Jaemin."

"Don't go just yet."

"Okay."

He leans over the console and grabs the back of your neck, crashing his lips into yours. 

Jaemin lowly curses, pulling away from your lips, "Guess if I can't bring you home with me, I'll just have to take you in here," he licks his lips, "Get in the backseat."

"Unlock the door," you tell him. 

He unlocks the doors, and you exit the passenger's seat. Jaemin comes around to your side of the car and grabs your waist before you get into the back.

"Wait, let me look at you for a minute," he practically undresses you with his eyes, "Really regretting not following you into the bathroom instead. Would've loved the chance to fuck you in this dress tonight. Goddamn," Jaemin rasped, and you could feel yourself getting wetter with each of his words, "And Rina made this?"

You nod, smoothing out the dress, "Perfection, ain't it," you sway.

"You certainly are," Jaemin kisses you, "Remind me to thank Rina," he kisses your neck, "And possibly apologize for when the day comes and I tear this thing off you," he firmly grabs your ass, "Too bad it can't be today," he pouts.

Jaemin follows you into the backseat of his car, closing the door behind him. You push his jacket off his shoulders, tossing it to the front seat to keep it out of the way.

Jaemin cradles the back of your head as you lean against the window, keeping you from hitting it as you're too distracted with kissing him. You wrap your arms around his neck while sucking his bottom lip into your mouth. He pulls away, and you tug on his lip with your teeth lightly before letting go.

"Allow me the pleasure of making you cum at least once tonight," Jaemin says, rubbing his hand up and down your bare thigh.

You all but moan at his words. Nodding, you say, "Please, Jaemin."

Eager with anticipation, you watch Jaemin's hand slowly glide up your inner thigh, gently guiding your legs apart. His hand disappears beneath your dress, inching closer to where you desperately need him.

Jaemin inquisitively hums when his fingers brush your slick-covered folds, making you shudder.

"No panties, angel?" Jaemin asks. 

"The lines would've ruined the dress," you say, trying to keep your hips from chasing after his hand.

Jaemin groans, clenching his jaw, "I really should have fucked you in that bathroom," he says. As he feels your slick dripping onto his hand, Jaemin continues to egg you on with his words, "Would have bent you over that countertop, fucked you from behind. Make you look at your pretty face while I ruin your pretty little pussy." 

You let out a pathetic whimper as your legs shut with Jaemin's hand still between them, using the pressure of his fingers against your clit to provide yourself with some sort of relief. 

"Oh, you really would have enjoyed that, wouldn't you?" Jaemin smiles, pulling your legs apart. "If only all those people knew my pretty angel was such a slut," he says, sliding a finger into you. 

You moan, throwing your head back, and Jaemin's lips attack your neck. He sinks his teeth into the sweet spot below your ear, and you arch into his touch, grabbing his hair.

Kissing his way back up your throat, Jaemin studies your face as your expression twists with pleasure.

"This is definitely a sight I can't get tired of," Jaemin kisses your jaw. "My baby taking my fingers so well," he adds a second before adding a third.

"Jaemin—fuck, please don't stop," You bury your face into Jaemin's neck as you grind your hips against his hand.

"I would never, bunny," Jaemin quickens the pace of his fingers while keeping your clit stimulated with his thumb. You reach for Jaemin's wrist to ground yourself and can feel the muscles flexing in his forearm as he feverishly finger fucked you.

"Please-oh my god, I'm so close," you gasp.

"Yeah, baby? Cum for Nana." 

You cum with a cry of curses, and your entire body feels white hot. Jaemin continues to finger you, and you can hear the obscene squelching of his fingers pumping into your sopping pussy as you cum on his hand. You start to toe to the border of overstimulation as your body shakes, and you push Jaemin's hand away from your pussy.

"Okay, it's okay, angel," he says, snaking his arm around your waist and pulling you fully into his lap. You keep your head buried in his neck, securely curling your arms around him. Jaemin hugs you tightly, softly rubbing his hand up and down your back.

You finally lift your head and rest your forehead against his.

"You okay, baby?" he nudges your nose with his.

"Yeah," you smile. You grab Jaemin's jaw and kiss him passionately. "But I should probably get going before Eunji sends out an APB for me," you joke.

"I know," Jaemin laughs, "I'll walk you to the door."

He holds your hand the entire five-second walk to your front door. 

"Goodnight, Jaemin," you kiss him. 

"Goodnight. I'll see you tomorrow," he kisses you one last time before heading back to his car. "You're also riding with me, by the way, if that wasn't clear already," he points at you. 

"I didn't think you'd have it any other way." 

"Goodnight, angel," Jaemin winks as you turn your key in the door. 

You're met with Rina and Eunji in the living room, sorting their freshly cleaned clothes as they pack their bags. 

"Did you two get lost or end up taking the long way home?" Rina asks. 

"Jaem must've missed the exit," you say.

"You left before us," Eunji narrowed her eyes.

"Must've missed a few exits," you shrug, "Jaemin loves the dress by the way," you say as you head to your room. 

"I knew he would," Rina grins. 

[8:12 AM] FRIDAY

Having been awake for the past hour and a half, courtesy of your beloved roommate, you, Rina, and Eunji are running on schedule for once and had all your things downstairs, waiting for Jaemin, Haechan, and Chenle to arrive with the rest of your friends. But with it being so early and having to wait for everyone else to get picked up before you three do, you end up falling asleep on the couch, vowing to only close your eyes for a few seconds. 

30 minutes later, you wake up to the sound of a car horn honking outside before Rina has the chance to let you know herself that everyone's outside.

You grumble, rising from your nap, "That better not be-" 

"You already know it is," Rina says as you follow her outside with your things to greet your friends. 

"Hyuck, unless you've mastered how to drive with only one hand, I suggest you take that one off the horn before you lose it," you say, annoyed as you roll your suitcase towards Jaemin's car

The Gemini sticks his tongue out at you, and you flip him off. 

"Come on, baby, play nice," Jaemin says, picking up your things and packing them into his trunk.

"It's too early in the morning for his shit," you scoff. 

Jaemin's able to remove to scowl from your face with a kiss to your lips before you're startled by another car honk. 

"Sorry, hand slipped," Haechan smiles as you narrow your eyes. 

"Jesus, Rina, what the hell do you have in here? We're only staying for five days, not three weeks," Jeno says as he carries her bag to the back of Jaemin's car.

"Not even that much. You know, the essentials; clothes, toiletries, makeup, my rolling tray, my bong-" Rina starts listing off before Kali interrupts. 

"Wait, where's Eunji?" Kali asks, sticking her head out of Chenle's car. 

That is a great question. 

"Why do things with us always have to be like herding sheep," Renjun shakes his head, slumping against Haechan's car. 

He's right. It's like a class field trip, even with only the fourteen of you, always bound to lose track of at least one person. 

Just as Meera starts taking a head count, Eunji reappears with a coffee in hand. 

"Are we waiting for something?" Eunji asks. 

"Yeah, you," Yangyang says. 

"Well, I'm here now. We can go," Eunji smiles once Jisung helps pack her duffel into Chenle's car. 

"Let's make sure we have everyone first." 

After you count the five heads in Chenle's car, four in Haechan's, and the last five, including yourself, in Jaemin's, you climb into Jaemin's passenger seat. 

"Hey, I thought you said I could have shotgun," Jeno says. 

"I said you could have shotgun on the way over here. I already promised it's hers for the next few hours," Jaemin tells his best friend. 

"Sorry. Girlfriend rules," you tease Jeno with a wink. 

"Girlfriend rules," Jaemin shrugs.

Jeno shakes his head with a laugh and closes your door before getting into the car next to Rina in the seat behind you. In the furthest backseat, Eunseong finally wakes up when Jeno slams his door a little too hard. 

"We there yet?" Eunseong groggily asks. 

"We're just about to leave now, babe," Rina looks over her shoulder at Eunseong. 

She nods and lies back down, "Wake me when we get there," she quickly falls back asleep. 

[1:52 PM]

Chenle takes out the keys to his uncle's lakehouse and enters, all of you following in behind him. 

"We've already agreed that the drivers get their own rooms. But the rest of you guys have the other five to choose from-" Before Chenle can finish, Rina grabs your hand and pulls you up the stairs to look for a room. "The biggest one is mine!" Chenle yells after you two.  

You trail behind Rina as she looks through each room you pass before finding one with a good view of the water.

"This one is definitely ours!"

Rina was quick to stake her claim on this room, unpacking her things as soon as she decided. 

A knock from the other side of the door, followed by your name, catches both of your attention. 

"I wasn't sure where you wanted me to bring your bags, so I'm just gonna leave them out here, okay?" Jaemin says. 

"Okay, thank you!" you yell back to him. 

"Oh, shit, I totally forgot about you and Jaemin," Rina says. 

"I already agreed to room with you, it's fine," you tell her. 

"But that was before he was your boyfriend," she says with a smile, "So it's fine, go stay in his room and leave me here all by my lonesome," she dramatically sighed. 

"Shut up, Rin, I'll stay if you really want me to," you say, and she victoriously hugs you, "But I can't promise I'll be actually sleeping in here much," you tell her honestly. 

"That's fair." 

As everyone else claimed their rooms and began unpacking their things, you wandered around the house looking for Jaemin. You reached a room a few doors down from yours, which was slightly open, and peered your head in.

"Jaemin?" you call out to him. 

"Mhm?" you hear him respond.

You enter the room and find him lying on the bed with his eyes closed. You quietly tiptoe over to him and gently climb onto the bed.

"Tired, baby?" you ask. 

"Just a little. Nothing a quick nap can fix," Jaemin says.

"Do you want me to go?"

"Now, why would I want that," he wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer to him. "Did you come to apologize for leaving me for Rina?"

You whine, burying your head in his chest, "Oh my god, don't you do this to me too. I already feel bad enough as it is."

"I'm just kidding, baby," Jaemin rubs your arm, "It's fine, seriously."

"Well, Rina's fine with compromising and giving me up for a few nights if you'd still have me."

"I'd take you any and every way I possibly could," he says suggestively. 

"I thought you were tired," you say. 

"Mhmm…" Jaemin rolls over, lying on top of you, "I'm confident enough in my abilities to make you cum at least once without exerting too much of my energy."

"I'd like to see you try."

[9:20 PM]

"Hey, Ji, where'd you put that bottle of pink whitney?" Eunseong asks. 

Jisung wordlessly moves across the kitchen to the cabinets and reaches to the highest shelf to grab the bottle. 

"You little shit..." Eunseong narrows her eyes 

"It was Renjun who said to keep it as far away from you as possible," Jisung says. 

"That bitch!" she snatches the bottle from Jisung before searching for Renjun. 

You grab your drink and follow everyone else back outside. Stepping out onto the porch, you find Jaemin right where you left him with Rina, Yangyang, and Ningning. 

"Is that what I think it is?" you ask, inserting yourself into the conversation as you sit on Jaemin's lap. 

"If you're thinking tabs of LSD, then yes, it is," Yangyang holds up the baggie of illicit substances.

Jaemin smiles adoringly, watching your eyes widen.

You gasp, "I'm not gonna lie, I've always wanted to try them."

"You wanna trip with me?" Ningning asks, excited. 

"Tonight?"

Before anyone can answer you, Kali and Eunji drunkenly run out of the house; Eunji with the bottle of alcohol in her hand. 

"Nah, tomorrow night. I think some of us have already reached our limit," Yangyang says with a laugh, watching the girls stumble over their own feet as they neared the shoreline. 

"Oh god, what are those two doing?" you ask, concerned for your friends. 

"You guys broke out the pink whitney without me!?" Rina exclaims, standing from her seat and following them toward the bonfire, bringing Ningning in the process before Yangyang trails behind as well. 

Being left alone, Jaemin takes this as an opportunity. He brings your attention to him, softly bouncing his leg beneath you. 

You smile, turning to him before you lean in and kiss his lips, cupping his face. You taste the smoke still on his tongue mixed with the bitterness of the beer he's been drinking. Jaemin slides his hand on your lower back down to grab your ass, making you moan into his mouth. You feel Jaemin's other hand on your leg slip beneath your skirt, firmly gripping your upper thigh. 

But before things can escalate even further, Eunseong runs out of the house. Spotting the two of you away from everyone else, she nudges you before slurring, "You two better get your pretty asses up and join us."

"For what?" you ask.

"Skinny dipping!" Eunseong sprints towards the lake. 

Watching your friends leave trails of clothes along the shoreline and hearing them laugh and splash around leads you to stand from Jaemin's lap and step off the porch. You turn back to him before pulling your shirt off, revealing your bra. 

"You coming, Nana?" you smirk teasingly. 

Jaemin rises from his seat, stalking after you as he takes off his shirt. Once he starts following you, you continue to strip, leading him toward the water where the rest of your friends are. 

[11:16 AM] SATURDAY 

Jaemin watches as your chest rises and falls slowly with each gentle breath you take. His eyes scan the rest of your body, suddenly finding it hard to resist his urges.

The first time the topic came up, Jaemin wasn't sure if you were serious. But when Jaemin brought it up again a few days later, you confirmed the truth with him.

"Would you actually be into being fucked awake?" Jaemin asked. 

You looked up from your phone and then around the room, not knowing where this was coming from. 

"Yeah…" you answered, "I've obviously never tried it but I don't know, the thought alone kinda excites me," you told Jaemin, "Why?" 

"I mean, if you ever do wanna try-" 

"Yes," you didn't even let him finish. 

Jaemin laughed, putting his arm around you, "Okay, princess, I'll keep it in mind." 

Still asleep, you kick the covers off you and move into a more comfortable position as you hug Jaemin's pillow closer to you. The innocent thoughts of how adorable you look were quickly interrupted by sinful ones as a shirt you stole out of Jaemin's suitcase rose up your hips, uncovering your bare lower half.

After your late night swim, the two of you jumped into the shower together before heading to bed, and you had only threw on one of Jaemin's shirts to go to sleep, not feeling the necessity to cover much more of yourself.

As Jaemin rises from the chair to near the bed, your words replay in his head. Just as he's about to climb onto the mattress, he freezes when you roll onto your back, still asleep.

Perfect.

Jaemin gently parts your legs even wider to make space for himself between them. He slowly kisses his way up your thighs, carefully placing your legs over his shoulders so he doesn't wake you yet. Jaemin smiles to himself, seeing your folds already glistening with the morning sunlight entering through the window.

Jaemin uses two of his fingers to part your folds and gives an experimental lick to your clit. Flitting his eyes back up to your face and seeing your eyes still closed, Jaemin resumes, flattening his tongue against your slit, He softly sucks your clit into his mouth, and your breathing becomes shallow. Your thigh twitches, and Jaemin rubs your leg as he teases your hole with the tip of his tongue. Tasting your essence on his buds leads Jaemin to slide his tongue inside you.

Your hips start subtly moving against his face, but he can tell you're not awake yet with how relatively quiet and motionless you still are.

"Nana," you murmur. Oh, so you definitely are dreaming about him. "Please," you whisper.

Jaemin circles his arms around your thighs, pulling you closer to his face, pushing his tongue deeper inside you, wiggling the muscle against your velvety walls. Your back arches, and you start to squirm.

He doesn't care about not waking you anymore, already feeling the way your pussy gushes around his tongue.

Your eyes finally flutter open, and it registers that Jaemin really has his head between your thighs, and you're really waking up to him eating you out right now. You almost cum from the sight alone.

"Oh my god, Jaemin," you throw your head back.

Jaemin moans into your pussy, the vibrations from his mouth sending shocks of electricity up your spine, and your hand flies to his hair, roughly tugging at his roots.

Your legs became restless, yearning desperately to cum on Jaemin's tongue. He pushed your knees to your chest, digging his fingers into the soft plush of your thighs.

"Please, Nana, m'so close," you mewl.

"Cum for me, bunny," Jaemin mumbles against your folds before delving his tongue back in.

Jaemin holds your legs as they start shaking, unable to hold yourself together any longer as your orgasm hits you.

Your hips thrashed against Jaemin's mouth, dragging out the high of cumming on his tongue as long as you could before oversensitivity took over you.

"Holy fuck, Jaemin," you huff, trying to catch your breath.

"Best way to wake you, huh," Jaemin kisses your lips.

"Definitely was," you nod.

[7:09 PM]

After getting ready in your partially shared room with Rina, you both head downstairs, along with Eunji. Jaemin welcomely invites you into his space when you sit next to him, and he snakes his arm around you. 

"Are we all taking some?" Renjun asks. 

"No, not everyone wants to, but even if they did, I don't think we'd have enough anyway," Yangyang answers. 

"How much is this supposed to be?" you ask, taking a tab.

"Less than 15 mcg. Just a microdose," Kali answers. 

"I'm surprised you're sitting this one out. Thought you'd be the first one to want to try acid," Meera says.

"I'm fine being a trip sitter this time. I've already tried it," Kali says.

"When??" Ningning asks. 

"Few weeks ago, me, Yangyang, and Lele had our first trip."

"Lele," you and Meera gave each other a look. 

"Don't start," Kali scolds the both of you. 

"Are you ready?" Jaemin asks, holding his finger up with the tab.

"Yeah," you excitedly smile.

You both place the tab under your tongue and let it dissolve, everyone else doing the same shortly after.

"Okay, now what?" Eunji asks.

"We wait."

. . . 

"Are you okay?" Rina asks you.

You aren't sure exactly when it started to hit, but since you had just been staring at the pattern of Jisung's hoodie because the lines started shifting and warping, you know it's starting to take effect.

You snap out of your daze and bring your focus to Rina, returning to reality with a giggle.

"Yeah, I'm great," you nod, taking a sip of water.

"Yeah?"

"I promise, Rina," you pull her in for a hug, "You know I love you, though, right."

"Of course, and I love your crazy ass just as much," she leaves a smooch on your cheek.

Jaemin enters the kitchen finding you and Rina having your moment in the corner. "Everything okay?" he asks.

"Yeah," you answer, "Are you?" you break the hug, suddenly concerned about him.

"Yeah," Jaemin softly smiles before pulling you into him, "I was just missing you."

"Aww," you gush, kissing his cheek.

"Alright and I'll take that as my cue," Rina reassuringly squeezes your hand before heading back into the living room.

"How are you feeling?" Jaemin asks you.

"Good. I just feel so…good," you sway in Jaemin's arms, your body seemingly unable to stay still.

"Yeah, me too," he nods.

Jaemin wordlessly stares back at you with his dilated pupils as you study him entirely. You can't get your eyes to stay focused on one thing. From the locks of hair flopping back over his forehead as Jaemin runs his hand through it, to the shade of pink his lips have turned as a result of him mindlessly tugging them between his teeth.

"You look really pretty, baby," he tells you.

"Do I not always?" you ask teasingly, leaning against the counter.

"You already know you do," Jaemin nods, "I just can't get over this skirt," he ghosts his fingertips up your bare skin before softly squeezing your thigh.

"Don't start unless you're gonna do something about it, Nana," you smirk suggestively, placing your hand on his chest.

Before Jaemin can respond, Eunseong finally figures out how to connect her phone to Chenle's sound system, and you hear music playing from the living room.

You gasp as the first beat drops, "We need to go, I love this song," you grab his hand and lead him back into the living room.

You couldn't possibly describe the way your body feels right now, with yourself pressed so close to Jaemin's right now as the music and lsd continue to course through your veins. During the transition to the next song, you turn to face Jaemin and wrap your arms around his neck.

You continue to dance in his arms as you subtly break away from the group, Jaemin pulling you aside.

"What?" you ask him.

"You were the one staring at me," Jaemin says.

"Cause you were doing it first," you retort.

"I like looking at you," he smiles.

A beat of silence passes between you two as you stare at your boyfriend. You can't seem to focus on only one feature of his face, "Jaemin."

"Yes, baby?"

"You're very pretty too," you tell him.

"Thank you, sweetheart."

"And I really wanna kiss you."

"Right here in front of everyone, baby?" he asks jokingly. 

"Who cares. It's not like it's anything they haven't seen before," you say.

Jaemin only keeps smiling as he cups your jaw and pulls you in for a kiss. It feels like a jolt of electricity surging through your body, Jaemin's lips on yours.

You moan into his mouth and curl your fingers into his hair, deepening the kiss. As Jaemin's tongue swipes the seam of your lips, he reaches his hand down to grab your ass, and you can already feel warmth pooling in your lower stomach.

"Hey, if you two are gonna start this take it somewhere else. We have children in the room!" Eunji says, covering Ningning's eyes as she giggles, peeking through Eunji's fingers.

"Don't gotta tell me twice," you intertwine your fingers with Jaemin's and make your way upstairs to his room.

You can still hear your friends' laughter and the music from downstairs as the door closes behind you. You moan around Jaemin's tongue when he pushes his knee between your legs, and you grind your hip against his thigh.

"Fuck," Jaemin rasps, "I wanna fuck you so bad."

"Nana," you whine.

He laughs, "What, angel? You know I need to hear you say it."

"I want you to fuck me. So bad, please, Jaem."

Jaemin hums, watching you crane your neck as he tilts your chin upward, "Gonna let me touch you?" he kisses your neck, "Taste you?" he glides his tongue over your skin, "Fuck you?" he says in your ear, leaving you completely soaked.

"Oh my god, please, Jaemin," you desperately drag your hips against his denim-clad leg.

"Love the way my pretty girl begs," Jaemin flexes his thigh to make you shudder, "Get on the bed for me, sweetheart," he tells you. 

Jaemin watches you make your way over to the bed. You teasingly crawl sensually toward the pillows, purposefully swaying your hips, causing your skirt to rise up over your ass a bit. 

You playfully yelp when you feel Jaemin grab your ankles and pull you back toward the edge of the bed. Jaemin pushes your skirt up to your hips and hooks his fingers in the band on your underwear, pulling them down your legs and tossing them to the floor. 

You push your hips back toward him, silently begging him to do something. All the while, Jaemin's eyes were trained on your drooling pussy, leaking with arousal, yearning to be touched. 

Jaemin's thumb runs up your slit collecting your juices on his finger before rubbing your clit. You whine, and it brings a smile to Jaemin's face. He teasingly circles your entrance with the tip of his middle finger before he slips the digit inside of you. Your arms no longer support your upper body, and you drop your head to the mattress, deepening your arch as you feel two of his fingers scissor against your velvety walls. Jaemin watches, entranced with the way your slick coats his fingers as your pussy sucks them in farther. He thinks he can stand here and play with you all night if you'd let him, but the more he hears your desperate pleas of his name, the more Jaemin's resolve weakens. He takes his hand away, and you frustratedly huff. But before you can complain any further, you feel Jaemin's tongue licking a fat stripe from your clit to your slit. 

"Fuck, Jaemin," you grab onto the sheets to brace yourself. 

His fingernails leave little crescent shape indentations on your skin as he firmly grips the plush of your ass. Jaemin traces the outline of your labia with his tongue before weaseling the wet muscle into your pussy. You push your hips back even further against his face, allowing Jaemin's tongue to reach deeper inside you than before. 

You bite down on your forearm, needing to sink your teeth into something. You're unable to keep your body still, so deeply immersed in euphoria. Jaemin roughly brings one of his hands down on your ass, making you moan louder from the pleasurable pain before it fades away. He smirks against your skin, slapping your other cheek, and you cry Jaemin's name.

"Feeling good, sweetheart?" Jaemin asks, replacing his mouth with his hand to speak in your ear.

"Yes, Nana. You're making me feel so good," you arch your back against his chest as he curls his fingers inside you.

"That's what I love to hear. It's all I want; to make you feel good."

"You do, Jaem. Like no one else. You're too good to me," you roll your hips into his hand.

"Too good, mhm?" Jaemin kisses your jaw, "I'm only giving you what you deserve, princess. It's pathetic no one else has ever been capable enough to receive the pleasure of doing this to you—make you scream, make you cry, make you shake." he chuckles as he curls his fingers, massaging your sweet spot, "And they definitely never will now."

"Jaemin, please," you gasp, "I'm so close."

"Is that right? Gonna cum for me, pretty?" he asks, and you frantically nod.

He then drops to his knees and shoves his face back into your pussy.

So close, on the verge of tears, you claw at the sheets, your spine extending even further to move your hips as your grind against Jaemin's tongue. You can feel a mess of fluids slowly making its way down your inner thighs, but Jaemin couldn't care less about his saliva mixed with your juices, dripping down to his face. He spreads your lips and continues flicking his tongue against your clit.

"Fuck, right there," your eyes roll back.

Jaemin firmly wraps his hands around your thighs to hold you as still as possible as he makes you cum. Your toes curl, and you bury your face into the sheets, cumming on Jaemin's tongue.

You think you're going to sink into the mattress beneath. Your thighs shake and attempt to free out of Jaemin's hold once you begin to feel overstimulated. Jaemin leaves one last kiss on your clit before letting your body tiredly collapse onto the bed.

"Aww, come on, sweetheart," Jaemin rubs your thigh, "You're not tapping out on me already are you?"

"Fuck no," you hiccup, "Just catching my breath."

"Good. Cause I'm far from done with you," Jaemin says, joining you on the bed.

You straddle his lap while working to get his shirt off. You tug your lip between your teeth, letting your eyes ogle over his muscular form. Your thighs quiver just from thinking of the things you want him to do to you and the things you want to do to him.

"You're so hot, Jaem," you run a hand down his chest, "It drives me fucking insane."

"I can tell you the feeling's definitely mutual," He cups your ass.

You thread your fingers through the short pink hairs at the nape of his neck, pressing your lips to his passionately. Jaemin moans with a grin when you pull his hair, tugging his head back and giving yourself access to his neck. While you're marking up the side of his neck, you feel Jaemin's hands on your waist, fumbling with the zipper of your skirt.

Kicking off your skirt, you reposition yourself between his legs and leave a trail of kisses down his abdomen. Jaemin watches as you unbutton his jeans and slip your hand into his pants, grasping his cock in your hand. He groans when your squeeze the base before freeing him from his confines, dropping the rest of his clothes to the floor along with yours.

You begin slowly stroking his dick, smearing the beads of precum leaking from the tip along his length. Flickering your eyes up to his face, the corners of your lips turn up as you slide his cock into your mouth.

"Holy shit, sweetheart," Jaemin's lids flutter shut.

You hum, taking more of him into your mouth. Bobbing your head up and down, you twist your wrist, using your hand to cover the rest you can't fit in your mouth. You feel your spit pooling from the corners of your mouth and the fatigue in your jaw, but ignore it for the sake of feeling his dick grow heavier against your tongue.

You feel Jaemin's fingers tangle in your hair, pulling your head back. You release his cock from your mouth with a wet pop, letting it spring back against his lower stomach before standing at full attention. Jaemin pulls your top off you, dropping the last article of clothing between you to the floor.

You take your seat back in his lap while Jaemin's hand finds its way back between your thighs.

"You ready for me, bunny?" Jaemin asks, crooking two of his fingers against your gummy walls.

"God, yes please, Jaem. Need to feel you filling me up so bad," you curl your arms around his neck.

Jaemin hums before taking his fingers away and using your slick on his hand to pump his cock a few times. You lift yourself out of his lap to assist him in guiding his cockhead to your pussy.

Your jaw drops, silently moaning as you sink down onto his dick, letting him stretch you open.

"Oh my god."

"How's that, princess?"

"So good. M'feel so good…n'so full," you slur.

You raise your hips just to sink right back down, to be filled right back up to the hilt. You can't tell if it was the new position or the fact that you're still tripping, but regardless of what it was, you felt like you were on cloud nine.

"God, what a sight you are," Jaemin's hands roamed all over your body. He kneads your breast in his large hands, tweaking both your nipples between his fingers to get a reaction from you. You sharply moan and drag your hips against his.

"Fuck, Jaemin."

"What, baby?"

"Take me," you whisper against his lips.

Jaemin quickly gets you on your back, stroking deeper inside of you before kissing your lips. The kiss is soft and sweet, a great contrast to his next actions. Jaemin pulls out of you, leaving you empty before manhandling you onto your front and pulling your hips into the air. Always being told how much Jaemin loves seeing your face when he makes you cum, you wondered what changed his mind. But it isn't until you lift your head to be met with the sight of you and Jaemin on the bed in the mirror's reflection.

You smirk and lower your upper body to the mattress, arching your back even further to wiggle your ass toward Jaemin. Your eyes meet his in the reflection, and your excitement reaches its peak. Your body jolts forward as a moan slips from your lips when Jaemin smacks your ass before he fills you up again.

You try your hardest to keep your eyes on the mirror, seeing as Jaemin has not taken his eyes away, watching you completely falling apart.

"Nana, please," you bury your face into the sheets.

"You know I'll do anything for you. But you gotta keep your eyes on the mirror for me. Need my angel to see how pretty she is while I ruin her."

"Nana.."

"Can you do that for me?"

"Yes."

"Good girl," he slaps your ass.

Jaemin slides his cock almost all the way out, only leaving the tip before slamming back into you.

Jaemin pulls you back against his chest, and you try to keep your eyes open, feeling how much deeper his cock reaches at this angle. Jaemin slides his fingers into your mouth, and you moan around his digits before he takes them away to rub your clit.

You cry out for your boyfriend, reaching your arm behind and grabbing his hair. Your head rolls back against his shoulder, and your hips start moving in sync with Jaemin's, sinking down every time he raises them, allowing him to hit your sweet spot with precision.

"Please, Jaemin, please, please. Can I please cum?"

"Of course, bunny," he smiles, "Let me see your pretty face when you cum," he cups your jaw, turning your face forward to look at your reflection in the mirror.

The image in front of you is one you would never forget. Strands of Jaemin's rose-pink hair were darkened by the sweat that ran along his hairline. His muscles bulged from holding you up and working his fingers on your clit. Aside from that, you didn't think watching yourself get fucked would turn you on even more. But seeing how your body twitches in his arms, your thighs shaking, and your back arching away from his chest, you find yourself stumbling closer to the edge.

Jaemin watches as the smile stretches across your face, noticing how intently you're staring into the mirror.

"See how beautiful you are," he brings his hand to your neck to watch your eyes roll back, "Taking my cock like a good girl."

You bite your lip with a smile as your pussy flutters around Jaemin's dick.

"Yes, yes, m'your good girl, Nana,"

"Yes you are," he kisses your temple, "Now cum for me," he says in your ear.

With a few more deep thrusts and flicks on your sensitive nub, you cum, keeping your eyes locked with Jaemin in the mirror as you do. Jaemin's fingernails dig into your hips, trying his hardest not to cum just yet.

Your body falls forward, and Jaemin quickly slips his cock out of your pussy, starting to slowly stroke his length.

Once you catch your breath, you roll onto your back to see Jaemin touching himself. You wrap your hand around his dick, taking over for him, seductively looking up at him through your lashes.

"You really want more?" he asks.

"Of course. Especially if you're the one giving it to me."

Jaemin grabs your hips to readjust your body in a better position for the both of you. You direct his cock to your pussy, easily able to slide into you with assistance from your previous orgasms.

You grab the back of Jaemin's neck and kiss him as he bottoms out. You delightedly hum into his mouth, feeling him fill you up again.

"Fuck. You feel so good," Jaemin drops his forehead to yours. 

"Please cum with me," you whisper against his lips. "Cum inside me."

Jaemin raises his head to look at you. "y/n," you know he's being earnest right now, but his tone really couldn't have turned you on even more. "Are you serious?" he asks. 

"Yes," you nod. "Want you to fill me up so bad," you cup Jaemin's face.

Jaemin's cock twitches against your walls, and he groans, his eyes seemingly becoming impossibly darker. He grabs your jaw and crashes his lips into yours.

"You close, angel?"

"Yes."

"You gonna take it like a good girl."

"Yes! Please, Nana, please."

You choke on a moan as your body is hit by the wave of ecstasy. Your legs lock around Jaemin's waist, and he ruts into your heat, chasing his own release.

"Fuck," Jaemin rasps. His hips stutter, and warm ropes of his cum coat your walls.

You pull Jaemin closer and kiss his lips. The both of you struggle to catch your breath for a second, but once Jaemin's cock goes soft, a bit of clarity returns to the both of you.

"How are you?" Jaemin asks.

"So good. So fucking good," you nod at him.

He pulled out of you, and his cum immediately started leaking out of your pussy. You bite your lip to stifle a moan when Jaemin brings his hand to your cunt and spreads your lips apart to watch your pussy clench around nothing and force more of his cum to drip down to your puckered hole. Jaemin uses his fingers to swipe up the mess he helped create between your thighs and brings his cum coated digits to your lips. You eagerly took his fingers into your mouth, sucking off his cum mixed with yours. You moan when he takes his fingers away, leaving a string of spit connecting from your mouth to his hand.

"I'm so proud of you, baby. You did so good for me."

"I can't thank you enough, Jaemin, for everything."

"Oh, angel, come on-"

"I'm serious. You have given me so much, Jaemin. And I don't know how else to tell you I'm truly grateful for everything you've done for me."

"You make me indescribably happy, y/n. Genuinely, I cannot put into words how much you mean to me and how much I want to be yours."

"I thought it was made very clear when you became my boyfriend that you are very much mine. As I am yours."

Jaemin smiles and your heart flutters. Cupping his face you kiss him again, holding him close as if he would just fade away if you didn't.

But as much as you don't want to, you pull away from him.

"I'll be right back," you say against his lips.

Jaemin whines, "Don't leave me."

"I'm gonna be right back, love. Just let me go to the bathroom."

"Fine," Jaemin kisses his teeth.

Flickering in the bathroom light, you gasp, seeing your reflection. Now being in good lighting, you can see how badly your makeup has been ruined—what was left of it at least. Mascara and eyeshadow smudged around your eyes, your blush completely gone, and splotches of your lipgloss in places all other than your lips.

When you come back out of the bathroom, Jaemin watches you move around the room, quickly redressing yourself in the first clothes you can find.

"What are you doing?" Jaemin asks as you slip your underwear back on.

"I'm tired of all this back and forth. I'm getting my shit from Rina's," you say, throwing on Jaemin's shirt.

"Fine, but don't take too long."

"Don't tell me what to do," you playfully wink at Jaemin as you leave the room.

You hadn't had the chance to check your phone, having lost track of it just as you had lost track of time. But you think it's late enough that Rina had gone to bed since you found her door closed.

You softly knock before turning the handle.

"Rina, you sleeping? I'm just taking my shit to Jaemin's-" You're cut off when the door pushes back and slams on you.

Your jaw drops as you hear voices behind the door.

"Now, I know damn well-"

"Hey, what's up?" Rina partially opens the door, slightly out of breath.

"Everything okay?" you ask her.

"Yeah. Are you okay? Do you need anything?" she asks.

"I'm fine. I just wanna bring my things to Jaemin's room."

"Oh, okay," she widens the door, moving aside to let you in.

You suspiciously eye her as you walk into the room and start collecting your things.

"Were you watching something?" you ask, seeing her laptop open on the bed with snacks scattered around.

"Yeah, just put something on to go to sleep."

Being your usual nosy self, you peer at the screen, "Jujutsu Kaisen 0, huh? Jeno put you on?"

"Yeah, he was telling me all about it the car ride up here. Thought I'd check it out."

"Mhm," you nod. Then your eyes land on a shirt that was peeking out from under the bed. "This is Jaemin's," you pick it up.

"You must've left it when you were changing earlier," Rina says. 

You shake your head, "I would remember if it was this one, cause it's one of my favorites. But I haven't been able to find it because his best friend, Jeno Lee, has been holding it hostage." you say before eyeing the closet.

Rina attempts to keep you from opening it but you were faster than she was.

"Hi, Jen," you smile, opening the closet.

"Hi, y/n," Jeno apologetically smiles. 

"You mind just passing me that," you point to your suitcase by his feet, "Then I'll let you two get back to...your movie." Gathering everything you could carry you head out of the room. "Goodnight, you two. And uh if you need it, Meera has a huge ass box of condoms, pretty sure she'd spare a few for you."

"Get out!" Rina rushes you out. 

Just as you get out to the hallway, you meet Kali, coming from the direction of a room that is not hers. 

"Uh oh," Kali freezes. 

"Isn't your room—And Chenle's room…What the fuck is in the water?" you question aloud. 

"Please don't say anyth-"

"For tonight, I won't. But if you're up here and those two are—who's trip sitting the others?"

"I left Meera and Hyuck in their room watching some documentary but Jisung and Eunseong are still down there with Eunji Yangyang, Renjun, and Ningning."

"Oh okay. Well I got my own man to get back to so you enjoy the rest of your night wherever that may be But tomorrow we are definitely debriefing," you pointedly tell Kali before heading back to Jaemin.

You return to your room and immediately start telling Jaemin about what happened.

"Babe, you will not believe what just happened," you say, entering. But before you can continue, you find Jaemin half-dressed at the desk, with his rolling tray out, "Na Jaemin, what do you think you're doing?" you ask, placing your hand on your hip.

"God, you sound so sexy saying my name all authoritative and shit," Jaemin says, turning to you as he wets the ends of the papers with his tongue, "What?" he throws up his hands innocently, "A little post-sex spliff with my baby ain't gonna hurt no one."

[3:37 PM] SUNDAY

"What time did you guys end up sleeping?" you ask Meera as you head over to your seat at the dining table, only to have Jaemin pull you down into his lap instead. 

"Around 9 this morning," Meera answers. 

"Anyone know where Eunji and Yangyang are?" Rina asks, taking a seat. 

"They're still asleep on the couch. Eunseong said they didn't start to come down until a few hours ago," Haechan answers, "When did you guys finally crash?" he asks you and Jaemin.

"Sometime after 10 this morning. I could still feel the buzz but my body was fucking exhausted," you say, and Jaemin laughs beside you before you elbow him in the ribs. 

"I wonder why," Haechan snickers. 

"I'll tell you, Donghyuck," you start, "Because I spent hours wth my boyfriend in his room fucking until the sun came up."

"At the table?? Really?" Rina raises her brows. 

"He wanted to know why. Do you wanna tell him why going back to your room wasn't even an option?" you ask Rina. 

Briefly disregarding your last comment, Haechan's still hanging onto what you had already said, "Wha-How did we all just move past what you just said," he asks, "You two are-He's your-She's your-

"Just spit it out, dude. Cause yeah, she's my girlfriend."

"Wow. Things are moving along a lot faster than I expected," Haechan says to Meera. 

"Okay, what the fuck do you two keep going on about with that?" Rina points at the couple. 

"Nothing. It's just we kinda have a little bet on who else in the group would get together and how long it would take them." Meera says.

"And?" Jaemin asks. 

"I at least expected you to be single longer than Jeno," Haechan says. 

"I don't think you'll have to worry about that for much longer," you say, smirking at Rina from across the table. 

"Oh my god," Rina throws her head into her hands, "Was I really this annoying with you?"

"No," you smile, "Which is why I'm going to be so much worse." 

a/n: i honestly wasn’t planning on writing a second part which is probably why it took so long but i seriously wanna thank y’all who waited patiently 🫶🏽🫶🏽 thank you for reading. feedback is appreciated <33

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[dawnoftime22]

a plan gone...right?

| N.R

Warnings: a small part of walking in the dark within a forest, but with lampposts!

Summary: When some complications come up as Nat does her plan of surprising you for your birthday, the two of you had to take a long journey before the clock strikes twelve.

Word Count: 5.8k

Category: Fluff

A/N: hi hi hi :] it's my birthday loves!! so of course I planned a special fic for you all (including me) to have! I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it <3

| Started on 30/12/2023, 9:50 PM |

| Finished on 07/12/2023, 3:46 PM |

Masterlist | N.R Masterlist

“Happiness hit her like a bullet in the back.”

- Dog Days Are Over, Florence + The Machine

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The two of you are in the Avengers compound, alone, seeing as everyone had either been busy with a mission, or out and about, using their free time for relaxing. Some are also simply hanging out at their own houses instead.

You see Nat staring off in a space on the wall, her hands holding the book she was reading. There was nothing on the wall or on the floor when you looked, so it was obvious she's deep in thought.

"What are you thinking about?" You ask gently, pulling her out of her thoughts while you move in the kitchen, cleaning up remnants of the cooking the two of you did earlier and having finished cleaning the dishes.

"Just...us," she says, her eyes flickering from the book and to you when she gets called back into reality. You smile, amused, but also a little concerned.

"...Mm, and...?" you hum, putting the kitchen towel back on its original place once you're done. She looks at you, staring a little, but her eyes were scanning your face for your emotions. The redhead takes a breath, holding it before talking.

"Well, since I've been really busy, I was thinking maybe we could spend some time outside together?" she asks, grabbing the bookmark she uses and placing it in between the pages to save her spot in the book. It's then placed on the coffee table in front of her.

"Like, right now?" Your eyebrows furrowed slightly while you slid your hands up and down your jeans, brushing off some crumbs that had stuck onto your skin.

"Yeah." You couldn't really deny her, because what she's said was true. But it was quite odd, because she could have asked earlier. Maybe the idea had come in her head just now, you thought.

"When the sun is going down?" You had a confused smile as you made your way over to her, going to lean beside her from the back of the couch. Her gaze was all on you while you talked.

"Yes?" She says naturally, as if she had asked in the middle of the day, while the sun was high in the sky and the wind would send a slight shiver down your spine.

But outside, the skies were blue and starting to mix with shades of red and oranges, clouds melting in some places. It was no longer the light blue color that had fluffy clouds laid over it earlier in the day.

Contemplating the decision, your eyes linger on the couch before they drift over to her. Her face is calm, but her eyes hold a look of hoping you'll take her offer.

"As long as we get ice cream or something." You shrug, your voice soft, and a smile raises on her lips. She gets up from the couch with the help of her hands and grabs her leather jacket hanging off the arms of the couch.

"I'm sure we will." She says, the pitch of her voice going up slightly to enunciate the last word of her sentence. Nat goes off to the hallways, with you following behind her.

You were curious, because she hadn't suggested a specific place you were going to go to, simply to spend some time out with you. The two of you arrive in front of the elevator, and the widow presses the down button with her finger. A ding was heard almost instantly, because the compound was so empty of anyone.

You step onto the elevator along with Nat once the doors opened, and she presses the parking floor button. Nothing but a comforting silence filled the quiet ride down. Although it did include some quiet whooshing from the fancy elevator Tony installed.

You arrive, and the doors slide open. You go out after the redhead, making sure your pace was slightly faster to catch up and walk beside her instead of a little behind.

When she arrives at her motorcycle, she grabs her helmet that she left on the seat and gives it to you, wanting you to have the security on your head. And she's rode on her motorcycle many times in emergencies without her helmet and turns out fine.

She checks that you have everything safely done. The latch of the helmet to secure it on your head, and that the visor was down. Nat then grabs out her keys from her pocket and inserts a specific one for the vehicle.

When it was twisted, she gets on the seat and looks to you as she waits for you to sit behind her and get comfortable. Once you were, she lifts the stand off the floor and then turns on the engine.

Making sure everything was good, and that you had your arms around her waist, she then slowly backs out from the small parking spot, turning the wheel and then driving out the garage.

The sun kissed your skin as soon as you went outside, while her orange hair elicits a slight glow in the sunlight.

You got on the main road, and you feel the wind hitting against every part of you even through your clothes. One of your favorite things whenever you went out with Nat was always this. Her being simply near you, just so close with your arms around her. The wind, watching cars passing by you without having to look out the window, and the feeling of the engines rattling to your bones.

You take a look around with a tight grip on her, and the city was a lovely sight with the sun setting in the background. It was slowly turning to a shade of pink, the orange fading away.

Your mind took every second to preserve this in your memories the best, as you always had whenever spending time with her. Your head moves to rest against her back. She was focused on driving, but feeling the movement and slight weight behind her warmed her heart nonetheless.

As Nat drove, she gets a text from Wanda, her phone lighting up on the phone holder she had set up on her motorcycle. Her eyes darts down for a split second, before focusing on the road once more.

The message had said; Nat! We have a bit of a problem...We're still taking care of some things. You might have to stall a little.

You didn't see it, considering you were behind her, and you were more so focused on the scenery around you. It seems you were starting to near the bottom side of a small mountain.

Her bike scales a bit of it until she slows down at a good spot, where there were now sidewalks beside the road. The motorcycle comes to a stop, and she puts her feet down, also making sure to put down the stand.

You were a little confused, because there was still a bit of road to go, even if you've gotten to almost the top of the mountaib. She got off her seat, her hand lingering on her bike.

"Okay, from here on out we have to walk." She nods her head towards the small dirt path that had trees in the clearing, and fallen leaves on the ground.

"What? The road doesn't lead to where we're going?" You do love yourself a little walk, but the sky was getting dark. You get off the motorcycle as she did earlier, and it stayed still even with the road slanted just a bit thankfully.

"No, it's a bit of an isolated spot." She says, trying her best to brush off your question, walking away to the dirt path that was surrounded by green trees.

"The scenery is amazing, I promise." She raises her eyebrows and tilts her head slightly, waiting for you to give in.

"Well..." You were on your way to protest with her, considering the walk, but the path looked so alluring. Even though it was starting to get dark, there seems to be a few old lamposts further in on the path.

"Okay." At your agreement, Nat nods and turns to lead you down the path. You follow her along, your steps quiet on the dirt path.

As you walk, you look at the sky, the color going to a deeper color of blue. The crickets were also making noise somewhere in the woods, putting on a more comfortable atmosphere with the orange lampposts.

Nat would always keep you safe, anyway. She keeps her eye on you and alert of her surroundings while you walked together, but the path held little to no sign of danger unless you'd have tripped and fell.

"Whoaa! Nat, look!!" You out your hand on her shoulder, and she looks to where you were pointing. In the view ahead, she sees a few dim lights that weren't lampposts.

"Fireflies." She says in a whisper of awe, just as you were as you walked towards it and stared at the bioluminescent beings flying around gently in the trees.

If you had brought a jar then perhaps you would have been able to catch them, but nonetheless they are mesmerizing to simply look at.

As you continue walking on, there was a small lake, and you stay as close as you can to Nat, the darkness surrounding and on the lake slightly setting off your safety system, but the stars and the moon in the sky reflecting within the moving water manages to calm your nerves a bit.

It was a beautiful sight, really. If you were in the city, there were at least about one or two stars you could spot. Maybe the view would look a lot better in the daytime, and it would be a good spot to relax at.

Nat went walking forward, moving in the lit up path that lead to, well, you don't even know. Your eyes focused on her moving figure, and she turns her head to look at you for a second, giving you a reassuring smile as you made your way to the end of the path.

When you walked out the small forest, you then see a road. And almost instantly, you look at her bewildered, turning to her.

"We could have driven here, Nat!" You say, putting your arm up towards the road to exaggarate your sentence. And as it was like at the dirt path, the road of course has streetlights.

"The road earlier didn't lead to here." She reasoned, and you shake your head as she continued her journey to who knows where. Apparently the forest wasn't what she wanted to show you, you thought.

"Are we there yet?" You ask, only the streetlights illuminating your face as you followed her. It isn't as scary when you look at the view of the city from the mountain you're standing on. You could see every car light, and building thats lit on. She was right on the scenery being amazing.

"Nope." She says softly, her head looking straight, while her legs kept her moving on the side of the empty road.

"Why are we walking outside when it's nighttime?" You ask another question, her odd state making you quite curious on what this is leading to.

"The view is better at nighttime. Look at the stars." She reasoned once more, and this time you knew there must be something more she's keeping from you. But you just can't seem to put a finger on what.

You look up, admiring the glowing lights, but then something else glowing caught your eye. Your eyes drift down as you and Nat walked, and you see a small shop lit up just across from you.

You read the shop name and got to see a bit of the inside through the windows, and it was what seemed to be a bakery, or an ice cream shop, or both.

"Did we really walk all the way here for ice cream?" Once you were in front of the shop, surprisingly, it was still open. The redhead opens the door and walks in, holding it open for you while you followed her.

"It's good ice cream, but no, we came for something else." Her hand lets go of the handle after you got inside, letting it slide smoothly back closed. There was someone cleaning up a table, while another stood at the cash register, doing their job. It must be the end of their shift soon, you thought. Until you two probably came along.

"You're really not gonna tell me, are you?" You ask her once more, unconvinced of the fact that she only brought you to walk this far to see fireflies, or the lake, or the stars. Although it is endearing.

"Don't worry, its just a few feet away now." One corner of her lips quirks up, talking with you with a small smirk. Cheeky.

She walks up to the staff member at the front. They were wearing a cap, and their uniform. Nat orders her ice cream, along with yours after she asked you what you wanted.

There were some pastries, too, and you decided on getting one. The worker gets back to the cash register to hand you both your ice cream and a bag of the pastry. Nat pays them, and then goes to find a seat with you.

Since they were all empty, you simply chose whichever one looked the most comfortable. The two of you sit down, the ice cream a delicious taste to your mouthes.

As you enjoyed it, you open the bag, wanting to try out the other dessert you bought. When you took a bite, it quite possibly became your favorite. You might visit this shop every now and then now.

You hold it out for Nat to try, and she takes it. She has a taste, and hums in approval. Slowly, you finish your ice cream as she does for hers. Nat's eyes linger on your face, while seeming like she was trying to supress a smile. And she was.

Her hand reaches up to wipe away a small bit of ice cream on the tip of your nose, and you smile at the gesture.

Her phone dings and lights up, a new message coming up on the screen. You were curious, but you didn't get a chance to look as she took it. You put the last of your ice cream cone into your mouth, the pieces crunching away. She already finished hers.

"Who are you texting?" You ask after swallowing. Her eyes doesn't leave her phone screen until she sends her message and turns off her phone. Suspicious. Not in the cheating way, no obviously, Nat would never do that. But it was suspicious.

"It's Yelena. She's just wondering where we are." You squint your eyes at her sentence, not fully trusting it, but you did see Yelena's profile picture on the screen for a split second, so she's not lying, maybe.

"Yeah...speaking of, where are we going? I know you did not just make us walk all the way here for just ice cream." You raise your eyebrows at her before moving to lean against her shoulder.

"You'll see." One of her arms were around your body, embracing you in a side hug but also holding you protectively while you rested your head on her shoulder.

In the corner of her eyes, she sees the woman at the cash register staring for a little too long now, and she gives her a deadly glare.

"Well, do you wanna see where we're going or not?" She asks you, and you quickly sit up off her shoulder when she moved to stand up. You let a huff of a laugh and smile when her hand reaches out to help pull you off the seat easily. Your hand grabs the small bag of what held the dessert earlier, going to throw it in a nearby trash can, considering it was now empty.

Nat was already waiting by the entrance for you, and you go to her, walking back outside to leave the employees of the restaurant to rest. Outside was darker, but in a way, it still held a somewhat comforting atmosphere, what, with the many lights in the distance, and the moon greeting you two once more.

Nat was walking slow. Why was she walking so slow? She's the fastest whenever you had morning jogging. Maybe she was getting tired, too? You didn't mind anyway, your legs were starting to get sore.

When you get to your destination, her feet stops and you almost run into her, accidentally zoning out during the walk.

"Alright, and we have arrived." Nat said, her voice steady, but inside her nerves were on fire along with her heart beating faster. You look up, and see that she was looking at a house. From the windows, you could see that the lights were already turned on.

"To a...house?" You say, confusedly, assuming it's a stranger's house, or someone she or you know, or a house she got for you to hang out at, as you did sometimes on holidays.

"I mean...it's a beautiful house, but what?" She raises her eyebrows at you with a growing smile while you had your eyebrows furrowed, getting more confused.

"Okay, you have been acting weird ever since we went out. Just tell me what's going on." Your hands gesture at her as if to make her look and think about what she's been doing the past hour.

"I have a good reason for it." She says, taking a look at the watch on her arm. After about fifteen seconds or so, your phone dings with a notification, but you couldn't be bothered to look at it now, especially when Nat finally looked at you, but with an adorable face.

"Well...surprise, and happy birthday." She takes out a key from her pocket and gently grabs one of your hands, placing it in your palm. You blinked for a second, then for a minute or so until you registered what was happening, your eyes widening.

You looked at the house with lit windows in front of you, then back to her, and to the house once more, not believing she had done such a thing, but oh, your heart was doing leaps within your chest when you realized.

"Nat. No way." You look down at the key in your hand. One that holds the way to unlocking a house just for the two of you. And one that might lead to your entire heart and love for her pouring down.

"It's our house." She nods, happy that she got such a reaction out of you. Her eyes were completely focused on you.

"I didn't wanna drive here because there were still some preparations needed, and we would've arrived before they were finished." She says. Nat knows how much you've been wanting a house of your own with her that you two could live in. You've been talking about it and has discussed it with her, but you didn't expect it to come today.

"I also wanted to show you when the clock hit twelve." She holds up her arm, showing you the time. Technically this wasn't in her plan, but with the time spent of your small hike and the two of you hanging out at the ice cream shop, it seemed perfect.

"You still could have just asked me to go later in the day!" You let out a small chuckle, and she raises one single finger at you to stop you from going any further.

"To be fair, we were originally supposed to arrive when the sun was still setting." She explains, making sense of the whole weird situation. She had to deal with being nervous at first, and then she had to stall time for you somehow. You raise a brow at her.

"It came up while I was driving." She shrugs and smiles sheepishly. You smile back at her just the same amount, rolling your eyes just slightly.

"I can't believe your idea to add more time was to take a walk in the forest with me." You were amused to say the least. Yes, god, you're the happiest person in the world right now to get such a birthday present from her of this, but teasing her is so fun.

"The lake looks better in the daytime! I promise," she says, laughing. "But now we're actually here, so let's go in." Her tone was excited, as if she hadn't gone in the house before. But she was thrilled to see your reaction to it, and happy that you're happy about it.

"Yeah!...I need to sit down," you say, remembering the key in your hand again but then your legs started to get sore, and your mind also needed you to sit down to process what's happened for a moment.

"Do you need me to carry you?" She teases, putting her arms out slightly to ready herself carrying you all the way to the house. You turn away, going to walk towards it.

"No, I can make it. It's not like I'll trip and fall or anything." And right as you said that, one of your foot accidentally gets stuck on a small rock as you walked, making you almost fall, but you manage to regain your balance quickly. Nat had her arms around your body already, preparing to catch you.

"You were saying?" She raises her eyebrows at you, tilting her head as she leaned forward. But her eyes held a small look of concern. You give her a tight-lipped smile, but your hand goes to intertwine with her. Well, if you fall down now she'll go down with you. I'm joking. It's sweet and endearing, the two of you walking to where you might live the rest of your lives.

You arrive at the front door with her beside you, and you take a deep breath, moving your hand that held the key to insert it in the keyhole. It fits perfectly. Nat's hand goes to embrace your hand that's holding the key.

Her warmth on your skin and how she looked at you like you were the whole world made you want to preciously store this special memory even more. You twist the key with her, and a click was heard.

Slowly, you open the door and walk in with her. Your heart was beating in anticipation. The light hits your face and you squint your eyes for a second, being in the darkness for so long making it blinding. When you fully got in with Nat, you blink until your eyes got used to it.

The place was beautiful. Oh, so beautiful, and cozy. But why was the lights on? Did she leave them on before she left? Or--

"SURPRISE!!!" The whole Avengers team jumps up, some from couches, some from behind the island of the kitchen and one, from the stairs.

"Oh my god!" Your reaction came quickly, jumping from their sudden appearance. Your eyes widened at every person you saw. Even Nat was surprised, even if she expected it. But she got over it quickly, and smiled almost at the same time as you did.

"What are you all doing here?! Did you plan this?" Your face was bright with joy. And you were frozen at the entrance still. A breath of a laugh comes out from your mouth, shocked over everything happening.

"Yep! In courtesy of Nat." Wanda says, her eyes set on her steady hands holding a...birthday cake?! It even had candles lit up and everything. And it was your favorite flavour. The direction she was walking in was towards you.

"We're actually just here for the cake." Stark says, gesturing towards the dessert, his eyebrows raising before he smiled.

"I'm kidding, you guys can do whatever alone. We only brought the cake for you two and its getting late." He adds on to his sentence, and you shake your head at him while Nat rolled her eyes playfully.

"...But Yelena did kind of steal one slice." Wanda quietly says to you as you blow on the candles with one missing after you had your wish in mind. The cake was obviously missing a piece, but you didn't mind.

"Aw, боже мои (my god), you snitch!" Yelena says, almost about to curse Wanda out in russian, but holds back. She was holding a black cat in her arms, and your eyes brightened up even more when you saw it.

"YOU GOT US A CAT?!!" You didn't even care about the slice of cake nor was it even on your mind the second you laid your eyes on the small adorable fluffball wrapped up in Yelena's arms.

When Wanda moved aside to let you see it more, you almost ran straight to it, careful not to accidentally bump the cake in her arms.

You got in front of Yelena, and close up, you could see the fur shining the lights in the house. The cat must have had the cleanest bath earlier. You touch it with even just a slight brush on the head, and it was the softest thing you've touched.

With how close you were, you could hear the purring. Eventually, its eyes start to open, revealing a pair of soft yellow eyes. Nat walks up from behind you, staring at your interaction with it.

"Her name is Liho." Natasha says softly, watching the black cat's tail move smoothly while it watched you, blinking and taking in the new face in front of it.

"I love her!!" You say, adoring the new small friend, your hands holding its head delicately. Liho closed her eyes once more, and the purring felt against your hands made your heart melt.

"...And I love you!!!" Your hand drifts off the cat's head, going over to your side as you quickly ran over to hug Nat tightly. She blushed slightly and smiled, but trying not to show it too much, especially in front of the entire team.

Yelena continues to hold Liho, looking at the warming interaction the two of you had.

"Aw, how cute. But I did most of the work here while your girlfriend was relaxing with you! I had to take this little cat to the vet and everything and get her a collar." You let out a small giggle at her while Nat rolled her eyes once more.

"Well, relaxing, sure, if that's what you call hiking all the way here is." You say jokingly, and Nat looked at you with her mouth open slightly.

"That's how she managed to stall you?" Wanda asked, a small chuckle making its way out her mouth.

"It was a small walk! And I treated you to ice cream after." She says, defending herself from it. The ice cream was delicious, after all.

"There is an ice cream shop nearby?" A tall blonde with a deep voice asks. Or, well, Thor. You give him a small wave, and he waves back with his hand that wasn't holding the Mjölnir, smiling.

"Yeah! Everything's delicious there. I don't know if it's still open though." You say, warning Thor that he could be up for major disappointment if he went and is greeted with a closed ice cream shop.

"Ah, I will set that as my next destination then," he says anyway, craving far too much for an ice cream at the moment.

"What are you, a GPS Navigator now?" Another blonde says. Clint was on the stairs, sitting on it casually as if the couch didn't have any free space. Well, that was him anyway. He sits in the vents sometimes, so it isn't surprising.

Yelena laughs loudly, while Wanda giggled softly. Tony just let out one "Ha!" and Nat tried to suppress her laugh. She looked adorable with that smile.

As the room calmed down and some started talking to the other, Yelena bumps her shoulder with yours lightly, since she couldn't really move her arms.

You look, and she holds out Liho, the cat's small paws hanging off her hand. Nat was sat down on the couch talking with Wanda, so you and Yelena are alone in the interaction.

"You want to hold her?" she asks, knowing you would full on accept her offer because you've been saying how you want to get a cat while she was aiming for a dog, in which, she is soon getting one, meaning the both of you will have a pet.

"Yeah!" You say in the giddiest voice. She carefully gives you the cat, making sure it was in your arms properly. Liho had closed her eyes instantly as soon as she felt the warmth your body held.

"You know, we haven't done one last thing yet." Wanda says, standing up after finishing her conversation with Nat.

"Everyone!" Wanda announces, causing everyone to stop talking and turn their heads to look at her. "In 1, 2, 3," she counts, you looking at her curiously while everyone seemed ready and changing their gaze to you instead.

"Happy birthday!" They all said at once, making Liho perk up at the sudden noise, but calm back down and lay comfortably against your arms once she realizes no danger is near.

"Thank you, all of you," you say, with the biggest smile you've had yet. Your face musces were going to ache from how much happiness it's been doing recently.

"How did you all even plan this?" You wondered curiously, noting the amount of people in the house and that they had all managed to do it without accidentally spilling it to you.

"I got the cake." Thor says proudly. Somehow the cake was perfect, and nothing went to a disastrous road. Or, well...at least to the cake.

"It was a little chaotic." Tony squints his eyes, showing his teeth in his slight look of somewhat grimace. Everyone else was focused on the conversation, keen on finding out what's happened this time.

"No. No, it wasn't," he denies, blinking and tucking his lips into his mouth. He knew he was wrong, but he hated to not win an argument or let Tony ruin his pride of being able to get the cake.

"Let's be honest, you asked the shop owner if he could make a giant sculpture of you, with fireworks, and big writing at the bottom, and all of it being cake. And you also added that you wanted it as your favorite pop tart flavour." Tony ranted, explaining the many things Thor's said he wanted on a single cake. At least you had an idea of what to do for Thor's birthday now.

"I'm sure the shop owner had a headache while arguing with you that it's too much." Stark scratched the back of his head slightly. Meanwhile, Thor had his mouth moving while he tried to think of a sentence to fire back.

"Okay, fine, maybe just a little...chaotic." He backed down, out of comebacks for words, possibly from being sleepy at how late it's getting, and also not wanting to cause a big argument on your birthday.

"I went to the vet with Yelena." Clint said, raising his hand as if he was in a classroom. Your hands were going through the soft fur of the said cat Clint and Yelena brought to the vet. That's where Liho got the bath that made her fur so shiny, you guessed.

"Oh, I set up the house and made sure everything was under control!!" Wanda followed along with her hand raised, too, a smile on her face. She did an amazing job of keeping things together, with everything going almost exactly as planned. Although Nat suspected something chaotic had happened during the time she had to stall you.

"I...uh, I didn't even really do anything, I just drove everyone here." Tony shrugs, his face tired from all the driving around he's done, but he was calm.

"And I, am the main planner, who is now looking at the time and saying that you are all now well over your time in visiting!" Nat stands up, urging everyone to now go out. They all follow her orders, not wanting to make a black widow mad so late in the night. They might all have nightmares haunted by her, possibly.

They all say their goodbyes, going through the front door one by one. You couldn't really imagine what just happened, but it's real. The cat in your arms, the furniture around you, and Nat standing at the door. The door of your shared home, closing it and walking over to you.

"You're amazing for all this," you whisper, and though it was quiet, she could hear you because she was so close to you. She rests her arms on your shoulders, going around your neck slightly.

"I couldn't have done it if you weren't so trusting of me." At that, the both of you laugh for a small few seconds, remembering how you followed her even though it was through a dark forest, and an ice cream shop.

"I'd go anywhere with you." You say, leaning ever so closer to her. Neither of you noticed until a small meow sounded underneath you, Liho still nestled within your arms. Nat looks down along with you.

She lets out an "aw," and steps back a bit to pet the cat. Liho was already familiar to her and to her touch, considering Nat's bonded with her over the past few days. Or well, years. She found the stray cat out in the street, until it followed her around and soon enough now became her little friend.

"I don't even have the words to say it..." You say, unable to make up a way to say just how much you adored her and all the things she did. Nat looks back up at you before standing up properly, a soft smile on her face.

"...You don't have to say anything." She gently says. Liho jumps out from your arms smoothly, and the two of you look at her go off to wherever, before focusing back on each other.

She puts her arms around your waist instead, her eyes traveling around yours, in search of what? You don't know. Perhaps just to figure out your thoughts.

"I love you," the words come out easily from your mouth. Oh, so easily. She wonders how you do it. But instead of words, she goes and slowly leans in and captures your lips with hers.

Although it was short, it was endearing. You pull away soon enough, and laid your head against her shoulder, your arms on her back. She carefully holds you, looking around at the home you two have.

"Let's go rest now, yeah?" Her hand tangles itself in your hair, going through it a bit. And she could notice your eyes already having that dozy, sleepy look.

The rest of the night was spent in a comfortable brand new bed, with you holding each other. The air was a comfortable cold, and Liho slept somewhere on the bed, near your legs.

You were careful not to accidentally hit her, but you probably couldn't anyway, since she laid on the blankets and your legs were under them.

A new morning later was in a changed life of yours. You still can't believe it wasn't just a dream.

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A/N: okay! lets all pretend I did not just forget steve. I realized that like 95% of the way through finishing it :') he's just uh busy on a mission or sleeping I guess...?

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