#GAY PEOPLE WILL KISS A BOY AND ADMIT TO LIKING MENS ASSES AND THEN BE LIKE IM AN ALLY

[maimndevour]

now i understand why people have priest kinks and wanna fuck in a confessional or on the altar bc like…imagine reclaiming your homosexuality and love in gods church. prompt below omg

u just can’t help to watch the priest every sunday service your parents make you attend. your parents- they don’t respect who you are. they think the tranny faggot you became was from how they raised you and who you were friends with. they force you to talk to the priest alone- hoping the gay will leave your soul if you talk in a small booth where no one but the father can hear you. no one but the father and the god they say hates you. n the father is not one of those homophobic older men either- but he’s just critical and mean enough that your thoughts of sex are more horrible than the fact you are transsexual and lusting after men.

he’s mean, he’s critical- but he knows his transgressions too. and he notices the way you sit in the front with your parents- strong thighs clenching together at random intervals and when you two make eye contact. he would admit to god that he craves you- craves to desecrate and defile you further. he’s got hardly any guilt about when he forces the confessional open, large form grabbing you and kissing and groping and you didn’t expect this. he didn’t ask because he KNEW how desperate you were for him.

he pets you, he grabs and manhandles you and kisses you like he’s dying without it. he forces the ugly dress your parents make you wear (because you live under their roof and being a grown adult means nothing) past your ass and bites and licks like no one is watching- like god isn’t looking down on you two fucking on the altar in his church. you will regret the way you mewl and moan but will always remember the way father praises and degrades you all at once- calling you a good boy and saying how ugly the dress is but how good it looks on your boyish hips and framing your boxer clad cunt. he devours you whole and without shame- and every time you come back to church.

you will know that you committed sin- but maybe it’s okay. maybe transgenderism and homosexuality are the least of your problems when the priest abuses his power over you and you eat it up. you eat it up because he adores you and makes you feel like a man even without trying

#puppi speaks loud #ftm ns/fw #ftm puppy #ftm bottom #ftm sub #trans nsft #ftm nsft #cnc free use #transgender #18+ content #18+ only #religious kink #forcemasc #priest kink #defiling of a church #slurs used in the hot way #mean priest kink #GAY PEOPLE

[bambi-kinos]

I wonder what you think of if think they ever saw themselves together as (secret) gay couple, like marrige,boyfriends or was it more like "we are friends and song writing partners" that happend to do more "drunk things together" and that's what messed it up in the end, or do you think it was a pulling-pushing type of relationship? like did they break it up more than one time, all the time and the final drop was India?

Sorry for bad English!

John and Paul have a few things going for them and against them with regards to their perception of their relationship:

Pretty much any sexual activity between men was permitted without it being "gay" or "queer" or anything like that so long as the men involved didn't admit that they were gay. I guess kissing and penetration is what makes sex acts gay or queer to the early 20th century guy who was jerking off with his mate in the back of a car or whatever. Since this was just "getting off" and it was kept far away from their wives and families, it didn't count as gay. This means John and Paul grew up at a time where it wasn't considered particularly bad to get off with your mate, do frotting and handjobs/blowjobs, whatever. It definitely wasn't something that you talked about openly (that's indecent) but it didn't make you a gay guy either. Even now in TYOOL 2024 men are weird about this and insist that getting aroused and climaxing with other men is not sexual at all and definitely not gay. That means that John and Paul had a large, large gamut to run without ever having to call themselves gay. My opinion is that they did not call themselves gay or queer, or acknowledge that side of themselves for the beginning stages of their friendship. I think Paul has always had some inkling or self knowledge but honestly, from 15-18 years old that doesn't mean much lmao. I don't think John figured himself out for a longer period of time because he already had so much stress heaped on his plate, there was no need for him to add concerns about his sexuality onto them. If John and Paul were doing anything "extra" in addition to the group wanks at this early stage then they just tossed it all under the "boys will be boys" column. And if everything stayed that way then nothing else would have happened.

Then they go to Hamburg. It's a brand new continent and a brand new world. This is where they see crazy ass sex stuff and more importantly, they encounter men and women who don't wrap delusions around their sexual activity. This is where they met gay men, lesbians, transgender people, cross dressers, etc. We can't know what it was really like but the point is that Hamburg was a huge turning point for them and it turned John and Paul from simple provincials into much more sophisticated sex havers. John got off with crossdressers and kissed other men on the mouth; Paul found a boytoy and comforted himself with his presence when John-and-Stu became too difficult to bear. I doubt they considered themselves gay at this stage but their minds were broadened in a big way. They were exposed to different lifestyles and mindsets. And they had to learn fast and get used to it because their livelihoods depended on that.

After this, things become more slippery slidey. They could very well have gone on this way forever, doing gay sex stuff and refusing to call themselves gay. Except then Paris happened and neither of them forgot it. It never left their heads. Something happened there that we don't know about that, memories that they cherish. Who did John give a pearl necklace to considering there's no mention of him and Paul hooking up with ladies on this trip? Why did John hold on to the memory of couples tenderly kissing each other for so long? Why did John and Paul come back exploding with life and energy? It's almost as if something happened where they convinced each other that they were a sure thing, that they could depend on the other one no matter what. That there was something else for them that wasn't just being mates or being part of a band. And the rest, as they say, is history.

They didn't understand what they were to each other for a long time but that's because they were teenagers. It was a genuine friendship that they built in the beginning which honestly? I'm really glad that they had that. I also think that it's exactly this which lead to their relationship lasting for so long.

Like, John's problem was that he jumped into relationships and intimacy too quickly and it inevitably blew up in his face somehow. Paul's problem is that he's too cautious and he holds everyone at arms length. But by having a concrete friendship to build off of that they grew over time and through ups and downs, they ended up becoming each other's steady. It gave them stability and a deeper relationship that they never really managed with other people. That means that, for a long time, John and Paul would call themselves "mates" and it would be completely accurate. It wasn't until much later that the sex stuff started and then when it did, they still had the strength of that initial friendship to rely on.

When it comes to the "push/pull" dynamic you mentioned, they did have their ups and downs where they got used to "crisis moments" to pull them back together after being emotionally distant from each other (and I do have thoughts about that). But I don't think they went through a series of break ups and "we're back together" moments. I think that their relationship simply strained and strained and strained until it finally snapped under the weight of everything they couldn't bring themselves to say. I don't think they suffered any serious moments of breaking up once they put 1960 Hamburg behind them.

There are lots of people who think that John and Paul never figured out their mutual attraction due to their upbringing and while this is a possibility I do not think this is true at all. John Lennon and Paul McCartney are the most revolutionary minds of the 20th century, I don't believe for a second that they were just sitting there and didn't understand what was happening to them. I absolutely think that they figured out that they were queer and in love with each other. Maybe it was in 1961, maybe it was in 1967, but they did eventually figure it out.

The problem for John and Paul is that this revelation did not make their lives better and freer. It arguably made their lives much worse. I don't know if they could even consider the possibility of being together in some capacity because of the sheer virulence against homosexuality in the 1960s and that they were both raised to think that it was moral depravity. We can see that this provided roadblocks for both of them: John and Paul had to get wasted in Key West to simply say the words "I love you."

On the third hand, they did have examples of homosexual men like Victor Spinetti, who was apparently in a committed relationship with another man, to look at. Once they got to know Brian, they were introduced to the world of gay men, not all of whom were married to women. This once again broadened their minds and they had the revelation that you could just go off with another man and be his steady.

John and Paul would probably have liked it very much if they could be a couple together with their version of fidelity in the works. I doubt they would have made a legal commitment to each other in the form of marriage (their business relationship was certainly much closer than trivial marriage documents) but they would have liked being romantic partners. The roadblocks to this were 1) John's son Julian 2) their status as public figures 3) their upbringing telling them that this was wrong.

I have no doubt that John revealed something to Paul in India, more than his 🎤. As one of those revolutionary minds of the 20th century, John may have offered something similar to the above paragraph to Paul, hoping that if he presented it all of a piece then Paul would have to answer sincerely, from the heart. After all, John could be sure that Paul loved him, right?

Well. We know what happened after that.

#mclennon #john lennon #paul mccartney #took me years to answer this i'm sorry #don't worry about your english #i understood everything #talktalktalk

[bengiyo]

La Pluie: Not All Gays Are Great

Alright, besties, let’s get into it. This episode was fantastic, and every moment was earned by the character work laid out across the entirety of this show (@lurkingshan ). I want to dig into the ways gay men can fail each other with communication breakdowns and the often-masculine need to control situations. Despite his exploding temper in this episode, I still love Patts. I am going to write this entire essay with the full intent to defend my boy.

Tagging my Patts Defense Squad Member @lurkingshan

We’ve got a lot to discuss, and I just want to post this screenshot because every gay in crisis is one of my favorite things ever.

Lomfon: That Boy is Rude

Lomfon is the kind of nonbeliever that I find so annoying (@shortpplfedup). He has a moment that makes him question his convictions and does not proceed rationally about it with any compassion for anyone else. He could have just brought all four of them together, explained his hypothesis, and asked to solve it together.

See, but Lomfon is a drama queen. Instead, he corners Tai into a date and into the rain, reveal their rain connection, and then kiss him.

He also did not reciprocate on Tien’s attempted pinky touch. This is a huge offense!

And he lied! He heard Patts AND Tai! He only mentions that he heard Tai!

I’m sorry, but I come of “Talk shit, get hit.” He deserved that ass whooping.

Patts: He Deserves to be Angry

Patts’ anger was scary. I full admit that. I’ve always treated anger as a response to losing control. So much of this show is about Patts letting go of his desire to control his relationships. He has avoided conflict with Nara, and he’s been patient with Tai’s reticence for over two years.

In this episode, Tai asked Patts for forever, and then the next time something comes between them Tai opts to lie to Patts. When confronted directly about this, Tai retreats and refuses to discuss. @ginnymoonbeam discussed this here. He says it plainly this episode: “…The only thing I can’t bear with is your silence.”

He’s been good about Tai giving and rescinding consent across their relationship. When Tai asked him for forever and they went home, Patts told him that he wouldn’t be able to hold back anymore. In this episode, Tai chooses to not trust him, lie to him, and then not explain himself. I appreciate that Tai copes with avoidance, but it’s not going to work when Patts needs Tai to acknowledge what’s happening with them.

Also, this show has shown people hurt and bruised from trauma. Patts didn’t hit Lomfon hard enough to leave a real mark, and let him keep yelling the whole time.

Sincerely, Tai is the one who needs to reconcile with Patts.

Tai: He Reads Too Much Romance

So much of Tai’s behaviors for me make sense through the lens of someone who reads too much romance. He expects Patts to understand his thoughts even as Patts is telling him directly that he doesn’t because Tai hasn’t shared them with him.

He decides to go and humor the romantic rival. I genuinely believe he thought he would try to understand the Lomfon situation and let him down and was instead blindsided by the soulmate reveal and kiss. I also get his fear when Patts got angry.

gif by @liyazaki

However, I really love that the universe answered Tai’s plea. At a moment of genuine crisis, the world respected his choice (@liyazaki). This show has always been about how the choice to love people is the key. Love is a choice you make constantly, and the universe respected Tai’s choice to sever those connections. Will he enjoy what he finally got?

gif by @liyazaki

Like Lee Wan in Our Dating Sim, Tai doesn’t appreciate the pain that he’s inflicted on Patts. I am still recovering from Patts asking, “Is it that hard to choose me?” With all of the things that happened at the beginning of this episode, I think it is cruel of Tai to put Patts through that.

I think the line, "If you don't understand my silence, then you won't understand what I will say," is absolutely unfair.

Tien: You Have Done Nothing Wrong and I Love You

I am with my good sis @shortpplfedup and Tien is the main person I feel sorry for. He has done absolutely nothing wrong, and he was absolutely correct when he told Lomfon off. Lomfon also needs to apologize to him, and I will not tolerate Tien doing any more work to fix these people.

gif by @ayan-sukkhapisit

He deserves so much better.

It Doesn’t Matter if You Broke It. You Can Fix It or Make Something New

As @shortpplfedup said to me in a side chat, “If you can break a soulmate connection then you can forge one.” I’m excited about Patts and Tai being apart next week as he heads back to his family and reckons with his choices and the implications for the world.

More than anything I want to take away form this episode, it’s that our lives do not play out like romance novels and we have to appreciate that our actions have consequences that impact other people’s lives. We cannot treat everyone else, especially our partners, as side characters in our lives. Tai and Lomfon’s biggest mistakes this episode are in their selfishness and lack of regard for others.

Both Tai and Lomfon need to do the work of repairing what they’ve broken this episode. It’s okay for them to have to do that. Gay people are not required to be perfect. What we need to do is be kind.

#la pluie #la pluie meta #ben writes #thai bl #bl series

[tressasinterlude]

𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓 #𝟑: Female Public Figures Dating Men with Questionable Views That Contradict Their Image & Alleged Politics

𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗖𝗟𝗔𝗜𝗠𝗘𝗥: These rant blog posts are really just reflective of my thoughts at the time that I make them and are posted here because I need an outlet to release all of this shit I have going on my busy ass mind. That’s it and that’s all. Now let’s get into it..

This rant was greatly inspired by none other than Ms. Robyn Rihanna “Tell Your Faves To Pull Up [in regards to social injustices directly affecting black people]” Fenty and her openly colorist boyfriend, A$AP Rocky. Aside from the fact that Rihanna tends to slip under the radar and is never held accountable for her problematic ways due to her conventional beauty (i.e. Her heavy usage of anti-Asian slurs, particularly targeted towards Chris Brown’s ex gf, Karrueche), it’s very alarming that a woman who has an entire makeup brand with a campaign based around the inclusivity of ALL black women is publicly flaunting a beau who once said that DSBW do not look good with red lipstick.

And yes, I’m very much aware that Rakim said this tasteless comment over 8 years ago but from the looks of it, not much has really changed with him. Don’t @ me about it neither because I don’t care.

Also peep how he compares a hypothetical darkskinned woman to a man (Wesley Snipes) while trying to explain how his antiblackness isn’t wrong because he said something about white women as well. Gaslighting at its finest. Don’t you just love it! 😀

Furthermore, you would think that somebody of Rihanna’s level of stature would know not to associate themselves with someone as messy as A$AP Rocky but... Stupid is what stupid does, I guess! I can’t even begin to place the blame on him anymore because he’s revealed his true colors and we all have made the deliberate choice to either accept it or don’t and have discontinued all support for him. Unfortunately, misogynoir is never the dealbreaker for most people and the hatred for [dark-skinned] black women is so engrained in society that it’s frowned upon when we publicly speak out against it. Very ass backwards if you ask me but that’s society for you. Now, enough about that. Let’s focus back on Ms. Vita La Coco.

As a woman who claims to be a girl’s girl and is always presenting herself to be someone who is the epitome of a pro-black feminist bad ass, it just makes her alleged activism come off so disingenuous when she’s also laying down with the same man that actively attacks the demographic she’s supposed to be standing in solidarity with. It’s “Black Lives Matter” on the IG posts but your vagina is getting moist for a man who openly stated he doesn’t relate to what goes on in Ferguson because he lives in Soho & Beverly Hills. Ferguson being the exact place where a 17-year-old black boy’s lifeless corpse laid on the hot concrete for FOUR hours after he was murdered by a police officer. He couldn’t 'relate' to the fate of so many black men, women, and children who are murdered or seriously injured from state-sanctioned violence because they’re poor and he is not or so he thought.

But then again, what can I really expect from a woman who identified as being “biracial” until as recent as roughly 6 years ago? What can I really expect from a woman who called Rachel Dolezal a ‘hero’ for cosplaying as a black woman? I’d be lying if I said my expectations for her were high in this regard because sis has always shown us she was lacking in this department. And just for the record, this is not a personal attack on Rihanna at all for the die-hard Navy stans in the back. I admire her latest fashions and bop my head to her music just like the next person but she’s getting the side-eye from me on this one.

Trust and believe me though, she’s not the only woman who I can call out for being a hypocrite. Of course not! This stone can be cast at a few others. So without further ado, why don’t we bring Ms. Kehlani Parrish to the front of the congregation? Prior to Kehlani’s recent declaration of identifying as a lesbian, her last public relationship with a man was with YG. Yes, the same YG who felt it was necessary to say him & Nipsey had ‘pretty light-skinned’ daughters to raise in the middle of his deceased friend’s memorial. By the way, Nipsey’s daughter is not even light (or at least not in my book anyways.) She’s a very deep caramel tone just like her father which makes what he said even more moronic. Yes, the same YG who thought it was clever idea to use slavery as an aesthetic for a music video to a diss track about 6ix9ine. And yes, also the same YG who has derogatory lyrics targeted at bisexual women. Just to end up sweating the red carpets with one. I swear the jokes just continue to write themselves.

This raises the question once more; How high of a pedestal can I really put a multiracial woman who has a song titled ‘N*ggas’ and when received backlash for the song in question, she used the ultimate ‘I’m mixed’ copout while not having a visibly black parent in sight?

It’s also kind of suspicious to me that many were not privy to Kehlani’s secret romance with Victoria Monét (pictured bottom right) until Victoria did an interview with Gay Times revealing she fell in love with a girl but they subsequently broke up because Victoria had a boyfriend and that girl was pregnant in a polyamorous relationship. Fans began to speculate because both Victoria & Kehlani previously candidly spoke about their sexual orientations, Kehlani had just had Adeya and they both were seemingly close. Their short-lived fling would later be confirmed when Victoria released the song ‘Touch Me’ on her last project and Kehlani hopped on the remix. Meanwhile, Kehlani’s relationship with Shaina (pictured bottom left) was very overt and all over her Instagram feed from my recollection. And as you can see, Shaina looks absolutely nothing like Victoria. They look like the complete opposite of eachother in every aspect which is kind of alarming(?) to say the least because why is it that the women she proudly claims as her partners tend to have a very racially ambiguous look such as herself but her ‘sneaky links’ on the other hand are undoubtedly black women? Again, it could just be me jumping conclusions. You know, I’m kinda good for that however something tells me I’m not. Y’all be the judge of the material though.

Last but not least, I’d like to touch on Ms. Raven Tracy very briefly. I was very weary about even including in this segment and if I should just put her in a entirely separate blog post with other women who openly date abusers despite their checkered past (alongside Nicki Minaj & her r*pist murderer of a husband, India Love & Sheck Wes etc.) being this particular blog post was based around the theme of lightskinned/mixed women dating men with extremely problematic views about DSBW. Raven obviously isn’t lightskinned or mixed however I refused to ignore how contradictory her [former] relationship with an alleged (I used this word very loosely and mainly for legality purposes.) serial r*pist while promoting a brand that is all about feminism & body positivity. This also traces back to A$AP Rocky by default being that Ian Connor is his very close friend and he came to Connor’s defense when several women came forward detailing accounts of Connor allegedly s*xually assaulting them. (I wish I could place the actual video of what A$AP Rocky said verbatim but Tumblr only allows one video per blog post. 🙄)

Back in June of this year, Ian & Raven had a back & forth on Twitter after Ian tweeted about Raven “fucking everybody” behind his back. I can only assume that he was alluding to Tori Brixx posting a video of her ex, Rich the Kid & Raven kissing on her story. Disgusted is not even the word to describe my feeling when she admitted she stuck by Ian despite of his many allegations of s*xual abuse because she loved him and her being a empath causes her to want to help everybody. Imagine aiding and abetting a predator and even paying for his bail & legal fees just to turn around and expect sympathy because this same individual cheated on you and exploited you all over Twitter for the public to see. The same man that you would get back with not even a WEEK after the fact & turn off your IG comments because it isn’t our “business” after making it our business...

That being said, I just genuinely want to know: Why do these women completely go against what they stand for in regards to these men? Maybe it was never genuine from jump street and if that’s the case, why jump on the bandwagon of performative activism? Is it because it’s profitable right now? Is it because disrespecting black women is not an immediate death sentence to your careers and more often than not actually helps you advance even further? I guess that’s the billion dollar question that’ll never truly be answered. I just want the world to stop using black women as their stepping stool to get to where they need to go and then discarding of us when we’re no longer beneficial. Support us all the way or don’t support us at all. We deal with enough disrespect as is so we’d appreciate if y’all would stop straddling the fence and partake in your misogynoir out loud if that’s what you choose to do. We have no use for fake allyship and quite frankly, it’s doing more harm for us than good. Please and thank you!

Sincerely,

- 𝙼𝙸𝚂𝚂 𝙴𝙳𝙶𝙰𝚁 𝙰𝙻𝙻𝙴𝙽 𝙷𝙾𝙴. 💋

#i’m finally done after having this sitting in the drafts for about a good month... or two. 🥴🥴 #abuse apologists #pro black #activism #feminism #body posititivity #colorism #raven tracy #kehlani #rihanna #yg #asap rocky #rant #my uploads.

[ghost0loxer]

Imagine, a gender fluid teenager like myself has a favourite/feel-good film and that film is “Just One of the Guys,”from the mid 80s.

Picture this: theatre class, we watch “She’s The Man”, a dreamworks film from the 2000s. And yet, the social justice issues within the film are glaringly obvious to today’s society. Don’t get me wrong, it can be a funny film in a group setting - but then there are scenes that are just uncomfortable. Now, we discussed these themes in class, but I just can’t help but think about the film that came before it. Yes, StM (she’s the mans) is a modern day adaption of Shakespeare’s “Twelfth Night” but I was thinking about the modern day adaption before StM, “Just One of the Guys” from the mid 80s.

I love this film. For multiple reasons, which I hope to discuss.

Number one, our main character. Terry Griffith is stubborn. If she thinks something is right, she won’t let anyone say no or get in her way. Now in some cases, this is great. It’s definitely a shift in the usual romantic comedy female lead (especially for the 80s). But it’s one of her biggest flaws. In the beginning, Terry doesn’t win a contest for a part-time job at the Sun Tribune. She believes her article was amazing, but she speaks with her English teacher and he gives it to her straight. “You don’t have what it takes to be a reporter.” Her article is boring; it’s about the nutritional value of the lunch menu in the school cafeteria, of course it’s boring. But the words her teacher tells her has her convinced it’s because she’s a woman. Thus, she leaves school for two weeks and transfers as a buy to another school who are holding the same competition. Once she gives her article, she is told almost the same thing, but this time, she’s given proper feedback to improve it. Of course, there was some irony with this scene between Terry and the teacher. “Just because you’re guy, doesn’t mean you can’t be sensitive or light.” Thing is, she doesn’t give up, she strives to fix it and finds a new angle. I love her determination, I love the way she doesn’t let others push her around. Furthermore, her transition to a man. In StM, Viola as a guy is made to be cringey and comedic, you watch and think, there’s no way a guy would do that. But Terry, having grown up with a younger brother and is actually smart, manages to nail the role. Sure, she has slip-ups, but she stays afloat and she’s not being over the top. She’s chill and convincing, yet you as the audience can tell she’s trying to appear masculine. Her lines are witty and she’s sharp. Someone has something to say, she’ll be able to backtrack and answer with a joke or sarcasm quickly. I like smart characters.

Another point, the way women are written in this film. A lot of women in this film are treated like shit, but it’s probably a realistic depiction of the 80s. Everyone is talking about dating and sex, it seems to be the only topic the women in this film speak about, unless they are Terry. Terry seems to be the only character in this film whose main goal is not romance or sex. She strives to be a reporter, she wants to prove herself, and she rejects the advances upon her frequently. Whether it’s the boys asking her on dates in halls, or her own boyfriend attempting to seduce her when her parents aren’t home, she doesn’t put them above herself, yet she still lets them down easily, unless they become more pushy (case in point, her boyfriend, Kevin, in the beginning). She can stand up for herself, but she’s not the only one. Her best friend, Denise is one of the many women looking for love, nevertheless, she holds standards. I will admit, I didn’t like Denise’s acting in the beginning; she’s not a great character, but even she manages to reject men’s advances constantly. She’s not afraid to say it bluntly and she expresses her true emotions when certain guys try to ask her out. She tells it to them straight, and I respect her for that (despite her lack of empathy for some). Terry’s brother is constantly hitting on Denise, but she stands her ground. She doesn’t hit him or curse him out, she spins words around him and always lead back to the key word “no.”

This is my third, and maybe final point, (because I’m not great at writing but I’m starting to get tired) the way they handle sexual orientation. It seems if you’re going to make a film about a cross-dressing woman who falls in love with a man, you have to discuss sexuality and this film is not afraid to. That was my biggest beef with StM, when Viola confessed her love to Duke, the made it blatantly clear that it was “weird” and “unusual”; the editing and music cuts. It was done for comedic purposes, but in that moment, it just made me cringe. Even when the principal marched onto the field during the big match to expose Sebastian as “the woman he was all along,” he used a big megaphone and said to the whole crowd this man is in fact a girl. If it were to happen in the real world, and this character was a trans male, that would be traumatizing and so so insensitive. I couldn’t help thinking the way they handled the reveal in StM was poor and shitty.

But with JOotG (just one of the guys)? It’s done respectfully. Throughout the film, Buddy, Terry’s younger, sex-obsessed brother (I have thoughts on this character), often refers to Terry as a transvestite or sexually confused. They make references about her dating other women and jokes. It’s not treated like taboo, but just something people normally talk about, and as a questioning kid when I first watched the film, I really needed that. Although it was used for jokes, the fact that it wasn’t treated like a silent topic made me think more of it and discover who I was; it was media like this that made me accept myself.

Even with the reveal. Kevin, Terry’s boyfriend (or ex boyfriend by the end), stomps up to Terry after she’s wrestled with the school bully and was dumped into the waves at prom. Rick, who’s been Terry’s friend (and is the male lead) throughout her time at his high school, immediately questions who Kevin is and he responds with a harsh and sure “Terry’s boyfriend.” Of course, that doesn’t expose Terry as female, but makes Rick assume she’s a homosexual. But instead of calling her weird or replying negatively, he answers Kevin’s question calmly and says he’s just a friend. There is no prejudice, no disgust, Rick is shocked, but that’s expected. Furthermore, this reveal not only does not alienate homosexuality, it puts the center of focus on the main characters rather than have the whole audience/prom witness this exchange. Sure, the rest of the school is watching but the camera never pans over to them, and even then, Terry drags Rick away from the crowds to a secluded area to explain more.

Even once they’re secluded, Rick doesn’t yell at her or is homophobic. He just says “I understand, you’re gay.” As we know, Terry is not in fact gay and she reveals this to him in a similar fashion as StM, at least it’s not flashing a whole crowd. But the thing that hits me, is the fact that it’s not used as a joke or for comedy. Throughout the film, they’ve mentioned homosexuality and being transgender, but it was used as a light-hearted joke (nothing insulting or derogatory). In this moment, it’s not a joke, and it’s the bare minimum for a emotional scene like this, but it always hits me.

Of course, Rick gets justifiably mad that he’s been deceived and he storms off. Terry’s flaw catches up to her here, as she kisses him in front of the prom guests, stubborn to make him realize how much she cares. ( I didn’t agree with this action to be frank, I cringed ). The crowd gasps and it’s the usual reaction to a homosexual kiss and Rick just pulls back, says “It’s alright everyone, he’s got tits,” and leaves with Deborah.

In true romantic comedy fashion, life moves on. Terry gets the job at the Sun-Tribune after writing her article about posing as a guy and everyone who was longing for love in the beginning has found it, except Terry. The ending, however, is Rick coming back for her after a couple (days? Weeks? Idk all I know is it’s summer by the time he comes back, how much space between prom and summer?) and they kiss, go on a date and all is good.

Now after writing this long ass post, I’ve come to realize the main reason I like this film. Sure, Terry is a good character (not morally sometimes, but she’s interesting to watch), the way women are presented also is good, but my main source of affection for this film (in comparison to StM) is the way they handle the switching of genders. I’m gender fluid, I don’t always like being a woman or a man, I switch almost daily and half the time can’t decide if I want to grow out my hair or cut it. Seeing Terry, originally a woman, manage to convince people she was a guy made me wish I could do it too. It made me realize, I don’t always like being a woman. I want to be a guy sometimes, and I want that to be accepted. It was media like this, like Ouran High School Host Club, like Bare: A Pop Opera, that made me understand my gender and sexuality. (Even media that didn’t have any relation to LGBTQ+ helped).

When I first heard of “She’s the Man”, I had hoped it would be like these pieces of media. And it wasn’t. It was an alright film, but made me feel disappointed and somewhat let down. And that’s why I just prefer Just One of the Guys. Maybe it wouldn’t float in today’s political climate, maybe I’m wrong for seeing these points as reasons it’s one of my favorites, but its still better than StM and is one of my favourite films.

#just one of the guys #lgbt #bisexaul #genderfluid #transgender #discussion #essay #sorry for the rant #please don’t attack me #tell me if you disagree #respectfully tho #she’s the man #drama #theatre #film #rant #my experience #film essay #opinion #80s

[pourquoiyyy]

This episode was so good wtf

Like I know it was 1 hour and 27 minutes so they had time, but still, something I don’t like with dramas is that very often an issue drags on for a whole episode or several episodes or a season, but in lovely writer so many things happen in each episode and in this one damn

So much happened???? And it’s very often sadly easy to see where the plot of a drama is going but I keep getting surprised by lovely writer, like they don’t take the easy BL route

This got quite long so…

First, Aey is trying to mess with Gene and Nubsib’s relationships ? Well, yeah, but actually he’s in love with Gene and I really have to watch the episodes again because I really didn’t see that coming, I was so convinced he liked Nubsib??? What clues did I miss?

(also Aey has a very very bad problem with his own self-image and self-worth, he did some very bad things this episode, but this scene of him watching his reflection in his phone, boyyyyyyy, Bruce is a good actor. And like it was a long scene, but it didn’t feel like it, it didn’t feel like time wasted in the episode)

Nubsib is angry at Gene ? Nope, just worried

Aey drugged Nubsib and Gene is trying to find a way to get out this night pUrE? No, my boy Gene is just worried about having sex with Sib for the first time AND actually Sib is somehow just feeling hot and not under any influence, he was just really really into Gene that night

Also so much kissing in this episode?? Like Sib and Gene are in the honeymoon phase of their relationship and they can finally admit to each other how much they love one another. I’m not saying kissing is essential to show in a drama btw, but it sometimes feels in BL dramas that the characters are allowed a quota of kisses per season or episode and once they’ve reached it, it’s DONE, you’ll get a cheek/forehead/hair kiss or a hug, or a high five, but that’s it, and again, it’s not that I absolutely want the characters to kiss, but I can’t help but think sometimes that would it be reality, these people would be kissing right now. So like before Sib’s mum arrived when they were on the couch, the situation they were in really called for a kiss, they were just gazing at each other, excited about this new development in their relationship, but I was in my usual BL mindset of « well, they’ve already kissed enough in this ep » and then they went and surprised me with an another kiss? And not just like a small peck like I’m used to in BL (which again, these aren’t bad, but realistically speaking, this really wasn’t what Gene and Nubsib wanted at that moment) It shouldn’t be surprising, but still it was

AND BAM! The coming out to your parents plot (that is sometimes THE WHOLE ISSUE OF A SEASON, I’m looking at you Korn and Knock) that I didn’t expect in an episode where so much had happened already. So I thought, yeah, they might just pretend they’re not together, we’ll hear some not too good comments from the parents about BL because Gene writes BL novels and Nubsib is acting in one, but nope, they wanted to prove my assumptions wrong again and Gene said he didn’t want to lie to their parents anymore! So yeah, we did hear some homophobia, interesting comments about BL fangirls and how much of a trend BL is right now and it almost seemed like Sib and Gene had changed their minds, but then Gene surprised me AGAIN and they revealed the fact that they’re dating to their parents.

And usually coming out plots drag on which I can understand because coming out to your family isn’t easy, but in lovely writer, in 30 minutes they did so much! Also, in the preview they showed only some parts of this plot carrying on, but I’m pretty sure that like usual with this series, it won’t take the whole episode, maybe the first half of it. And if it does take the whole episode, I won’t be disappointed because I quite like what they’ve done with it already

The double standard of the mothers finding BL cute, but maybe not if it’s their sons. They were saying it would be nice if their sons were actually together, that two grooms in suits would be adorable and that their families would be even closer, but really when Gene and Nubsib admitted they were really together, they went quiet, they cried, they didn’t defend their sons’ relationship to their husbands.

Aaah, the fathers! I expected them to have the worst reactions to Gene’s and Sib’s coming out and also sadly the most « typical »  that we see in series. And they did but not in the usual way it goes. It was really interesting to look at them and see how completely different their reactions were. Nubsib’s father was more about: be careful about my reputation, the reputation of my company and the reputation of this family, and treated his son’s love for Gene like a child’s infatuation that’s gone too far. The authoritative father that won’t even let his son speak and explain, Nubsib could only follow his orders.

While for Gene’s father, it was completely different. He was really really quiet and seemed really suspicious of their relationship before they revealed it and after they did, he just didn’t say a word while his wife kept throwing him worried glances. Then, when it was just their family left, he refused to talk to Gene, just telling him to go to his room until Gene got angry (and again surprised me) saying he was gay (an actual character saying he is gay in a thai bl series, it shouldn’t feel like victory but it does) and loved Nubsib and wouldn’t stop so why couldn’t his dad accept it? Before, AGAIN, dropping a big ass bomb, Gene’s father dated men (or a man) before marrying his mother. As much as this episode surprised me, this shocked me the most lol, I really didn’t expect THAT, but it’d explain Gene’s father’s reaction

Homophobia of course still exists today, but it was even worse when he was young and he never came out and probably chose to leave his partner and lead a « normal » straight life. Seeing your son at around the same age in the same situation but making completely differents choices, choosing to embrace his homosexuality and his love for Nubsib, well, I can understand that he needs a little time to accept this situation and talk to his son

This has become very long and I didn’t think I had that much to say about this episode, but boy I have even more, I loved so much about it. But first:

I HATED that Aey pretended to have drugged Nubsib, especially since he actually wanted to drug Gene and what, rape him??? And then laughing about it? Uh uh boy. Still, I really love Aey’s character, he keeps surprising me and I’m looking forward to his character development.

Otherwise, loved this episode. Gene in particular was really interesting: his conversations with Aey, the way his first time with Sib went (and wow, Sib’s innuendos in this episode, I still can’t get this image of him with his toothbrush in his mouth out of my mind), his bravery coming out to his parents and saying he was gay and forcing his dad to have this conversation and not avoid it.

Loved how supportive the brothers were, trying to tell their parents that society was much more open and accepting nowadays, helping their brothers as well as they could.

On a same note, Gene’s brother getting angry at their father on Gene’s behalf. I loved how their dialogue went about expectations and disappointment in a parent-child relationship, love me some family drama.

Gene and Nubsib holding hands under the table while facing their family’s disapproval

I’m going to stop here because this post is way too long for something probably only me is going to read, but I needed to write my thoughts to get them out of my head

Very raw thoughts btw, I need to reflect on this episode A LOT and rewatch it probably

#lovely writer #i had A LOT of thoughts and needed to get them out #i really didn't expect to love lovely writer as much as i do #but these days it's the series i'm waiting for the most every week #especially since the last 2-3 episodes #very often some bl dramas bore me and i put them on x2 speed #i never do it with lovely writer #it manages to keep me interested all the time #it surprises me a lot (i won't count how many time i've written surprise and again in this post lol) #it never feels boring #the characters are really interesting and not one-dimensional #(except for some maybe like the director or the editor but the series is not over so...) #also i didn't mention it but wtf with tiffy's research??? does she actually like tum but thinks he's gay???? #or she was asking this question about someone else? #i didn't get this #but at least we saw her in this ep #which #always a blessing to see her #how many times*

[achliegh]

Golden

Yeehaw Leo… it's all because this song came on one day (I don’t even really listen to country anymore so it really is fate). Leo is based off that song, each chapter is going to be based off a yeehaw song too.

@clearsuitcasecookienerd helped me out with this one!

For some background:

Leo is a bull rider as a side hustle.

His parents breed Tennessee Walking Horses ($$$$$)

His father died when he was 16 so he dropped out of school to help his mother and cousins run the ranch.

During the winter The Ranch hands take over the Ranch so Leo and his Mother can go visit family all over the country. During the Summer Leo and his cousins handle the ranch.

TW/CW: Smut, terrible yeehaw sayings and jokes, injuries, mentions of past death, minor character death, underage drinking, mentions of past arrests, cringe

Prologue:

Save a Horse Ride a Cowboy

And James was thrown off the mechanical bull for the third time! It seems as though no one on the team could stay on that thing long enough to win the prize of a free beer tab. Finn and Logan were standing hip to hip, forearms resting on the short fence surrounding the mechanical bull in this crowded bar. They were passing a cigarette back and forth as they made fun of Thomas and James as they rode this ferocious animal on the beginner setting.

They just got done for the day at a training camp designed to make them more agile on the ice, only the wingers and centers were there. It was being put on at the old professional hockey rink in New Orleans so it can get some use. The only reason why they choose this hick bar is because it was close to the rink and apparently LGBTQ+ friendly because some kid comes here and gets in fights with people who are homophobic.

A true hero.

Finn and Logan have been friend with benefits since college, did they plan to fuck again tonight? Yee-haw! They both had feelings for each other but refused to admit them because that's the one thing you aren’t supposed to do in a friends with benefits situation. Not fall in love. Everyone knew they were completely head over heels for each other but everyone also knew something was missing for them to be able to work. Usually they only talked about their feelings when they were angry.

Everyone in the bar was friendly, all locals too, so they would tell fun stories about what has gone down in this bar. Two names that would come up frequently and always together were, Leo and Clayton. Apparently, they are best friends and the most beloved frequenters of the bar. Yes, they were undersage. Yes, they did like to fight. No, no one snitches on them. Yes, Leo is a gay boy and Clayton is a Bi boy and they ran this town.

Both are apparently from very rich old parents who only ever had one child, so they treated each other like brothers. No one messed with them. Don't forget they know how to have a good time. Finn had squished his hand into Logan's back pocket while they listened to the local next to them at the fence talk about the two boys.

Then the double wood door to the bar was slammed open, two very tall specimens sauntered in, there was whooping and hollering as they walked past people. Tipping hats and throwing winks. The local leaned over and whispered to Finn and Logan who took a glance at the door and then back at the bull tossing their friends like a fucking salad.

“Speak of the devils.” Logan's attention was brought to the two men when they hopped over the fence to help James stand back up and dust him off. Cracking jokes with him, while the other went to the machine panel to change the setting. Logan took in their appearances.

The one with James had caramel toned skin with black coily hair under a dirty baseball cap. He was very well built and looked like his muscles were made of rock, Logan guessed he was around the same height as Finn. He was wearing a black shirt with the sleeve cut off low enough to show off his abdomen. He had on some dark dusty jeans and brown square toes boots, looks like he just got off work somewhere dusty. The man looked up to check out the crowd of newbies to the bar and Logan took note of his dark dark brown eyes, which landed on him and he saw the man smirk a little before leaning over to James to ask for the names of Finn and Logan. Rolling his eyes a little he decided to look at the other man.

Oh my.

Logan felt like he had been punched in the gut, this man had soft blonde curls wrapping around the rim of his old baseball cap that's backwards on his head. He was also tan but looked more golden like he was tanned under the sun. He couldn’t see his face from under the man's hat but he could see his hard muscles from under his incredibly tight tank top. He too was wearing jeans and square toed boots. Logan could tell this guy was taller than the other and he just wanted him. The veins in his arms and the strength of his hands made his grip tighten on his drink. He knew Finn was looking to by the way he could feel his hand flexing on his ass.

There was a song playing in the background that portrayed exactly how they felt.

“SAVE A HORSE RIDE A COWBOY!” The bar cheered as the blonde boy swung his leg on the bull and grabbed the handle, nodding at his friend. The bull started thrashing around and all Finn and Logan could focus on was the way this guy isolated his body so the top half of him barely moved while his hips rotated with the machine, smoothly. As the bull got faster the tighter the guy gripped the handle the more veins showed in his arms. Logan took a drink while Finn took a drag.

When the man was finally flung off, he had won what Thomas and James were trying so desperately trying to win. When the man stood up he was right in front of Logan and Finn. Logan just about spit out his drink when he saw this man's face. Like it was chiseled from fucking god, dimples, electric blue eyes that shot electricity to their groins, sculpted eyebrows and a scar on bridge of his nose. He smiled and his teeth were perfect beside a chip on his left front tooth.

They had to have him. After hours of teasing looks and sexy line dances, which was a sentence Finn swore he would never say, they finally got this angel of a cowboy into their hotel room. His name was Leo, and god damn was he packing.

He was fucking into Logan as the smaller man fingered Finn open and sucked him off at the same time, Leo shifted a little to hit Logan's prostate, a loud moan was heard from around Finn’s cock. Logan pulled off of Finn and Pushed back on Leo like he couldn’t help it, catching Leo by surprise and asking him to pull out. Leo did because he was a literal angel.

Leo sat back on his heels and smoothed his hands over Logan's hips with a worried look in his eyes. “Did I hurt you? Are you okay?” His voice was heavy with lust and worry, that thick southern accent caused the other two to groan.

“Don’t you remember what song was playing when we first saw you?” Logan and Finn were now on their knees facing each other but looking at Leo with hungry eyes. Leo looked down as he thought for a moment, then it dawned on him. He looked up at them and smiled a little shy, he was about to say something but he was pushed back to lay down. He shuffles a little to get more comfortable, Finn and Logan both mentioned that they were switches so he had no clue what to expect when two extremely sex hockey players asked him into their bed. Clayton was jealous.

He groans as he feels Finn grind back onto his cock, he looks up at the red head and smiles Finn is definitely enjoying himself. Leo placed his hands on Finn’s hips to help him sink down on his cock, furrowing his brows he tries his best not to fuck up into Finn as he gets used to Leo. Which they did mention Finn hasn’t bottomed in a while but he really wanted to with Leo and that made him feel special. Leo opens his eyes from when he scrunched them shut to control himself, he sees Logan watching Finn and stroking himself. An idea comes onto Leo’s head, tapping on Logan's arm he wraps his hand around his bicep and pulls him over to him.

“How about you ride my face, sugarbug? Hmm?” Leo is pulled into an intense kiss as Finn finally sets a comfortable pace of fucking himself down on Leo. Logan maneuvers himself so he is straddling Leo’s face and facing Finn.

Leo grabs Logan's hips to pull him down on his face, nipping lightly at his rim he smirks at the shiver he feels from Logan, hearing the smacking of kisses he knows they are desperately close already. Leo starts working Logan open with his tongue as he plants his heels on the bed and fucks up into Finn. The boys are moaning his name loud enough he bets the people in the room next to them are hearing everything. Leo is getting close and he knows Logan is barely holding on, plunging his middle finger and tongue into his smaller lover, hitting his prostate head on, he feels Logan clench around him as a wet heat is felt on his chest.

Logan Moans out Leo’s name and then Finn’s as he pulls the red head into a sloppy kiss as Leo keeps his rhythm with Finn, fucking him steady and deep. Finn changes the rhythm and starts moving faster, desperate for that release. Logan reaches between them and starts to jerk Finn off in time with his thrusts, after a few strokes he feels Finn spilling into his hand. Leo groans and bites down on Logan's left booty cheek as he muffles his moan when he releases into the condom he's wearing. Resting his head back on the pillow he feels logan crawl off him.

Finn pulled off him and collapsed onto Leo’s chest with an oof. Leo chuckles and runs his hands through Finn’s hair, mesmerized by the red flowing through hands. He just wanted to hold these boys close and relax, which he hasn’t done in a while. Kissing the top of Finn’s head he hears a cute whimper from the man on top of him. Hiding his laugh in his hair Leo looks up at Logan who wanders back into the room with a warm washcloth. He slaps Finn’s ass causing the man to jolt and glare at Logan.

“Excuse you, I was being snuggled by a hot cowboy who just fucked the life out of me.” Leo laughs as Finn rolls off him, Logan tries to hide his smile but fails as he wipes the other two down. Hopping on top of them and wiggling his way between them and smiles.

“Well I want to cuddle the hot cowboy who just ate my soul out of my ass.” Leo laughs again and shakes his head wrapping his arms around bothering them.

“Shh! I want to silently cuddle with two hockey players who I just had the most intense orgasm with!” They all laugh and fall into comfortable silence with comforting touches and caresses until they fall asleep.

When Finn and Logan woke up in the morning Leo was already dressed and writing his number on the notepad next to Logan’s phone. He turns to look back at the bed and smiles when he sees the boys both sleepily reach for him. He crawls on the bed still having not put on his boots yet and gives them both a sweet kiss goodbye.

“Text me or call me anytime you want to talk.” He whispers to them as he pushes some hair out of Logan's face and rests his forehead on Finn’s cheek. He crawls away shoving his boots on and walking out the door. Morning chores need to be done.

They all felt it when Leo left, cold.

#leo knut #logan tremblay #finn o'hara #james potter #thomas walker #Clayton Bruss #o'knutzy #o’knutzy #lumosinlove #sweater weather #coast to coast

[bangtanloverboys]

sweet sugar // ksj

summary - losing your virginity to a sugar daddy wasn’t how you imagined your first time playing out, but you’re ready and willing to do it. thing is you don’t know how to break it to your sugar daddy that you’re a virgin

pairing - sugar daddy!seokjin x virgin male!reader

genre - smut; sugar daddy au

word count - 4.4k

warnings - age gap (both are over the age of consent), virgin/inexperienced!reader, top!seokjin, bottom!reader, sub!reader, loss of virginity, dom!seokjin, throat fucking, sir kink, ass eating, anal sex (duh), anal fingering, overstimulation, dirty talk, passing out after sex, big coin flip tho now it’s very soft sex, very vanilla

author’s note - i want more gay stuff so here we go

You couldn’t believe you were doing this. Yet here you were, practically shaking in your shoes as you stared at the busy building. Taking a deep breath, you moved one foot in front of the other and pushed open the door to the hotel.

While being a sugar baby wasn’t that bad of an idea, you quite enjoyed getting paid for your company. You did however put off having sex with your sugar daddy because you were practically a virgin, having never really had sex before (unless you count a really bad handjob given to you by a girl when you were very very confused). It wasn’t like you did it on purpose. Being 23 years old and still a virgin, you just never got around to it. Getting paid wasn’t the way you saw yourself losing it, but here you are. 

Thing is you were doing pretty okay up until a few months ago. You got laid off on your job, your landlady sold the building so your rent was going to increase, then on top of all that with the incoming semester you needed a way to pay for your classes. Struggling to make ends meet, you signed up for a sugar baby website. Desperate times call for desperate measures. 

Unsurprisingly, there were a lot of crusty old guys on the site but to your surprise quite a handful of quite handsome and successful men that definitely caught your eye. Min Suga, Vante, to name a few but they didn’t seem like good possibilities for you as one wanted a dominant partner (definitely not you) and the other had a thing for feet (a hard pass, no matter how much you needed cash). You were about to give up when you came across him. 

The cool air of the hotel washed over you as you entered the upscale building. Tightly gripping onto your overnight bag, You glanced around the lobby, looking for the man who’s been keeping you afloat. You spotted him sitting in a love seat, flipping through some tech magazine. Stopping right beside him, you cleared your throat to catch his attention. He looked up at you and you still couldn’t believe that he was real. He had dark hair that was pushed back, exposing his forehead; beautiful plump lips that you had your mind spinning for days. 

Kim Seokjin, your sugar daddy. 

He contacted you first, saying he was interested in you and wanted to get to know you. You met a few times, just talking and getting to know each other before officially entering an agreement. He’d given you an allowance, and a little something extra for each time you went on an event with him as a plus one. There were however some guidelines: you couldn’t have sex with anyone, keep a healthy and balanced diet, and to be honest with him. 

Seokjin mentioned a few times that while sex wasn’t a requirment for your arrangment, it would be a little extra sugar on top of your company. At first he gave you the option to decide whether or not to say no and to your surprise, you said yes. You didn’t have any expectations of how your first time would go down, sex was sex. 

The honesty rule you did a bit twist because you still have yet to tell him of your virginity. And you were nervous, how do you tell the sugar daddy that wants to pay you for sex that you have no experience in the bedroom? If you did tell him, what would be his reaction? Would he be mad? Would he want to call off the agreement all together? So you twisted it a bit to easy your guilty conscience. It’s evading the truth, so unless he directly asks you about your virginity, you don’t have to tell him.

Tonight however, was the night he had asked you to meet him at a hotel. You asked for what and he responded, to put it bluntly: “I want to fuck that goregous ass of yours now”. Swallowing any nerves you might have, you said yes and followed his instructions to prep yourself and for the night ahead.

Soon as Seokjin laid eyes on you, he let out a quick smile. Dropping the magazine onto the table as he stood up, “Y/N, pleasure to see you again.”

“I hope you weren’t waiting too long,” you scratched the back of your neck nervously. 

“Nonsense,” he dismissed the notion as he picked up a suitcase from the chair next to him. “I checked us in a few minutes ago, so it wasn’t much. Please, follow me.” With that he swiftly led you over to the elevator. It wasn’t long before the doors opened up, the two of you alongside a handful of other guests filed into the small space. Everyone pressed their floor, including Seokjin who pressed the button to the second highest floor, and the ascension began. 

Your heart was pounding against your chest as you stood next to him. He kept his eyes trained in front of him, not looking at you as you stole quick glances at him. As the numbers climbed higher, the elevator got less and less crowded. About a few floors away from your stop, you felt a large hand rest on your bum. Your eyes darted to the man beside you and you saw a small smirk on his lips. The last of the people exited the floor right below yours and he gave your ass a quick squeeze as the doors closed and the lift went up the next floor.

You felt all the heat rush to your face as the doors opened and he removed his hand and led you down the hallway towards the room you’ll be staying in. You waited behind him quietly as he pulled out the keycard and opened the door, revealing a very fancy suite. Walking into the room, he sets his suitcase on the desk before turning to you.

“I’ll ask you one last time officially if you’d like to stop here,” he started, “you have the right to say no or stop at any point afterwards. But I wanted to make this clear.”

“I want this.” You said as you watched the smirk appear on his lips once again. 

“Good. Are you familiar with the color system?” He asked as he turned to face his case, opening it. 

“Green is good, yellow is move on, red is stop.” You recited, knowing this was a common practice. 

“Excellent,” he nodded as he messed around with the contents of his case, pulling out a bottle of lube. “You followed my instructions from earlier for prep?”

“Hmm,” you nodded.

“I need words, Y/N.” His tone of voice was stern, commanding. You weren’t going to lie, it made your knees a bit weak. 

“Yes.”

“Yes, sir.” He turned to face you, a brow raised. 

“Yes, sir.” You repeated, the heat returning to your face and ears as he approached you, putting a hand on your cheek. 

“Good boy,” he said as you leaned into his touch. He removed his hand then made his way over to the bed, sitting down facing you. “Now, be a good boy and strip for me.” 

You felt very small under his hard gaze, but taking a breath, you started to remove your clothes, one by one. Seokjin palmed himself as he watched you, the sight before you had all the blood rushing to your cock and hardening as you removed your clothes. 

Once completely naked, he patted his thighs. “Come sit on my lap.” He ordered, you nodded with a ‘yes, sir’ and quickly seated yourself on him. The feeling of his fine clothes against your bare skin sent shivers down your spine. He placed one hand at the back of your neck and pulled you closer. You closed your eyes in anticipation, but he paused before your lips brushed against his. His other hand slid down your front, resting on the base of you. “Your hard already? What’ve you been thinking about?” His breath fanned against your mouth.

“Y-you, sir.” You managed out, holding back from bucking into his hand.

“Oh, have you? What do you imagine I’m doing?” His plump lips moving away from your mouth and kissing down your jaw, nibbling at your flesh. 

“Fuck- I- I imagine you fingering me, filling me up.” The confession flooded out, you’ll admit you’ve dreamed this happening a few times but never did you actually imagine it actually happening. 

“Really? What a dirty boy you are.” He ran his hand down your length, this time you couldn’t help yourself and let your hips rut against his hand. “Ah, no. Be a good boy and wait.” His hand found its way into your hair, tugging on it.

“Yes, sir.” You rasped out as Seokjin dragged his mouth along the length of your neck, all while squeezing your cock. The stimulation had you let out a breathy moan, that was quickly silenced by him finally kissing you. As you suspected, his lips were soft as they moved against yours, but there was an underlying roughness to it all. A quick flick of his wrist and you were gasping into his mouth, taking the opportunity to slip his tongue in. 

As quick as the kiss was, he pulled away, causing you to frown. You leaned forward to kiss him again but he pulled away. “Nuh uh,” he teased. “I’ve played nice long enough.” You watch as his eyes darken. “Get on your knees, dirty boy.” 

The order has you stiffening, but you slowly slide off his lap and onto the floor. His legs spread open before you, with shaking hands you went to his belt and started to undo his pants. If he sensed your nervousness, he didn’t say anything. Pants undone, you started to drag his slacks down, his erection being freed of it’s confinements and you stop around his thighs.

You took a moment to stare at his dick for a moment and you swear to god it’s the prettiest dick you’ve ever seen. It almost makes you feel slightest bit jealous about your own, but you push that thought aside as you bring your hand to trace along his veins. He shuddered above you and that had your cock twitching. You gave him light touches as you admired it until his hand clamped around your wrist.

“Be a good boy and put it in your mouth,” he growled as he pulled away his hand and leaned back, waiting for you. You nod, bringing his tip to your lips as you wrap them around him, giving an experimental suck. Seokjin groans above you, his hand threading in your hair. “More.” He sighs and you let him push you down his length, you gag around him as he hits the back of your throat. Stabling your hands on his thighs, you just follow your gut instinct and start to bob your head. “Fuck.” He pulled your head back and motioned for you to get back on your knees. “I’m gonna fuck that pretty mouth of yours, you got that?”

“Yes, sir.” You nod as you lean back, and watch him remove the last of his clothing, tossing it elsewhere in the room. You’re stunned into silence as Seokjin stands before you, fully naked and you swear you might faint. 

He chuckles above you as you look up at him. “Tap my thigh three times to stop, okay?”

“Yes, sir.” 

“Good boy,” he praised as he held his cock in his hand, lightly hitting it against your lips. “Open.” He instructed, as you did such, he again hit the head of his dick against your muscle. You wrapped your lips around him once again, and waited for him to push into your mouth. His hands find purchase in your hair, keeping you still as he started to shallowly thrust into your mouth. 

A million thoughts started to run through your head, were you doing this right? Was he enjoying it? Was there anything else you were supposed to be doing? You were so caught up in your head, you were forgetting to breathe and as he hit the back of your throat once again you started gagging. Tears in your eyes, you started to tap his thigh. 

As promised, he immediately pulled himself from your mouth and got on the floor next to you as you coughed. He softly patted your back, soothing you and calming your body from what was happening. 

“Color?” He asked once you stopped coughing.

“Yellow,” your voice was rough as you spoke, but still alright. You looked up to Seokjin, hoping what happened didn’t damper the mood or anything. He simply helped you back to your feet and guided you to the bed. You watched as he pulled a water bottle from the little hotel fridge and opened it, handing it to you. You took a few gulps of the water before handing it back to him where he placed it on the bedside table In the silence of the room and being naked, you felt strange and the urge to cover your body.

Seokjin sat down next to you. “You did good, do you want to continue or want to stop?” He asked, looking at you with concern.

“Continue, I’m okay.” You gave a nervous chuckle as he nodded. 

He stood again and you watched as he resumed his role. You watched as he picked up the bottle of lube and placed it on the bed. “If you’re okay, on your hands and knees. Ass up.” He ordered and you quickly scrambled to the position, feeling completely exposed to him. You sat closed your eyes, trying to calm your heart that was trembling in anticipation. 

Gently, you felt his hands rest on either side of your ass, spreading your cheeks. You groaned as you felt him start to pepper your back side with kisses. Slowly but surely, he started ghosting over your rim. He licked a broad stripe over your hole, causing a moan to erupt from your throat again. You swear you could feel him smirk against your ass as he started to eat you out. 

“Hnnghh f-fuck!” You keened as pleasure started to build up in your gut. 

“You like that, huh? You like that little boy?” Seokjin taunted as he playfully bit the flesh of your ass. 

“Fuc-k yes!” You managed to get out, fists closing around the covers.

A loud smack echoed in the room, heat flooded on your thigh. “Yes, what?” He barked.

“Yes, sir! Yes, sir, it feels- sooo good.” You whined as he muttered something you couldn’t hear as he continued to lick and probe at your hole. With each stroke, you felt your cock getting harder and harder, boarding on painful as it continued to be neglected. While he didn’t order you to not touch yourself, you wanted nothing more than to jerk yourself off, finally reaching the euphoric bliss. But seeing how he reacted to you not calling him sir, you knew to keep your hands forward.

Seokjin pulled away from you, blowing lightly at your wet hole. You mewled at the action, but as you realized he was pulling away from you, you started to pout.

“Aww, you a needy boy? Don’t worry, I won’t be gone for long.” You heard him speak as he opened something, you turned to look over your shoulder to see him opening the bottle of lube. He started applying some to his fingers when he noticed your starring. “Eyes front!” 

“Sorry, sir!” You quipped as you moved your head to face in front of you again.

“Mmm, normally I’d punish you for such behavior. But seeing how it’s only the first time,” you freeze, but then realize he was talking about you together, “I’ll let it slide.” He chuckled as his fingers started to press against your rim, his first finger slipped in no problem. You moaned as his finger started to slowly move in and out of you, occasionally pushing at your sides to stretch you out. The burn of the stretching hurt at first, but as Seokjin continued, the pain slowly morphed into pleasure. “You ready for me? Huh, are you ready for my cock, little boy?”

“Yes! Yes, sir. I’m ready for your cock, please please please give me your cock.” You practically sob out, wanting nothing more than to finally have him inside you. He chuckled behind you, as he pulled his fingers away and you heard the familiar click of the lube bottle. 

“Look at me,” Seokjin called to you. You turned to look him in the eyes. “Are you ready? Do you still want this?”

“Yes,” You nod. With your consent, he pressed his tip into your hole and inch by inch started filling you up. Simultaneously, you both let out groans as he fully sheathed himself inside you. “So . .big. . fuck- sir!” 

“Fuck, your so tight.” He groaned as he started to pull back out and thrust back in. “Fu-ck!” He quickly found a pace, fucking you as you held onto the covers so tightly your knuckles turned white. 

As Seokjin thrust feverently into you, you could feel the pleasure start to build up again in your gut. Nothing ever compared to the amount of pleasure coursing through your veins as you felt yourself get closer and closer. 

“Fuck, sir, I’m-I’m close!” You gasped out. Soon as the words left your mouth, he started to piston his hips faster into you, hitting you deeper and deeper. He leaned forward, wrapping his hand around your neglected cock, running his hand up and down, faster and faster.

“You’ve been such a good boy, come for me.” He praised you as he continued to fuck you into the bed. 

With that said, your gut tightened and your vision went white, your cum spilling all over the bed. You cried out as Seokjin continued to thrust into you, chasing his own high. Unfamiliar with the feeling of him continuing to use you as his own fucktoy, you started twitching and crying, overwhelmed with stimulation. Tears threatened to spill as he pounded into your ass relentlessly. You don’t know how much longer he continued to fuck you but soon as you felt him come inside you, painting your insides white, you felt your eyes roll into the back of your head.

The next thing you know something wet is being pressed to your forehead. Groaning softly, you open your eyes to see a concerned Seokjin above you, wet towel in hand.

“Hey, you okay?” He asked as he pulled the towel away from you.

“Hmm, what happened?” You muttered as you looked at him.

“Well, uh,” he wet his lips, trying to hold back a smile. “You passed out.”

“I what?!” You sat up quickly, your eyes practically bulging out of your skull. Did you really do that?

“Hey hey, it’s fine.” He placed his hands on your shoulders, holding you still. “You were only out for a few minutes, are you okay though?”

“I’m good,” you nodded. “A little sore, but it’s all good.” You chuckled, trying to keep calm at the fact that you fainted after having sex for the first time ever. 

“That’s good,” he responded, a smile pulling on his lips. “I’ll admit, that was a first for me. Having someone faint.” He chuckled.

“Yeah. . me too. . .” You returned the laugh.

“You passing out like that isn’t a regular occurrence then?” He quipped, raising a brow at you. 

Fuck. Quick think of something to change the topic! “I uh, wouldn’t know-” Fuck, don’t confess!

Seokjin’s eyes were laced with worry at your disclosure. “What do you mean by that?”

“I uh, it’s nothing.” You wave your hand, trying to dismiss the question. 

His hand clamped against your wrist and you locked eyes with him. “Y/N, be honest with me.” His was stern, the gaze alone had anxiety bubbling up in your stomach. 

“That. . was my first time. . .” You broke eye contact, looking away from him, not wanting to see his reaction. You wanted the ground to consume you right then and there, ending your embarrassment.

“That. . .” You heard him start, “was your first time ever having sex?” Squeezing your eyes shut, you gave a singular nod. “Why didn’t you tell me?! I would’ve taken a completely different route! I would’ve done more to make you feel comfortable-”

“Seokjin!” You cut him off, taking his hands in yours. His ramblings set your nerves on fire. “It’s alright. I liked it.”

He pulled his hand from yours and cupped your cheek. “Please allow me to make it up to you.”

If there was a heaven, you swear you died and went to it by now. “Okay. . .sir!” you quickly tagged the title on at the end.

“Shhh, no sir now.” He whispered as he brought your face to his. “It’s just Seokjin right now.” With that said, he presses his lips to yours in a soft kiss. Moving slowly, taking his time with you. With his other hand, he led you to lean back down on the bed, your head landing amongst the pillows. His hand traces down your side as he movies to climb on top of you, not ever breaking the kiss. Hand on your thigh, he gave you a quick squeeze, causing you to gasp. Taking the moment to move his tongue past your lips and to explore your mouth. Groaning into the kiss, your hands go to his head, pulling on his silky dark locks.

He pulls away from you, his eyes dark with lust as his hair hangs around him. You must be making a face because he’s smirking down at you. He moves to press kisses down your throat and chest, the sight alone had your blood rushing down once again to your dick. You know Seokjin could feel you harden against him, judging by how you could practically feel him smile as he kisses down your chest. 

“God, fuck!” You moaned as he pressed another kiss to your pubic bone. 

“That feel good, hmm?” He asked as he looked at you. “You want me to suck you off? You did so well for me earlier, let me treat you even better.”

“Please please please, yes.” You begged as he finally took your length in his hand and gave you an experimental pump, whimpers erupting from your throat. He finally wrapped his lips around your tip, swirling your pre-cum around with his tongue. Whatever words left your mouth were incomprehensible as he took more and more of you into his mouth. His hand moved to play with your balls, giving them a playful squeeze. He prepared for your reaction as you were about to buck into his mouth but he kept his free hand firmly planted on your stomach, keeping you still. 

 His hand slid further down, back to your abused hole. It was now that you suddenly became very aware of the fact you were leaking cum onto the bed. Seokjin didn’t seem to mind because he just slid his finger back into you. Whimpers emitted from your throat as he pumped his finger in and out of you. Obscene squelching noises filled the room, causing heat to rise to your cheeks once again as you realize that was you and your noise. 

“Fuck,” he moaned as he pulled away from you. “The sounds you make are driving me wild, baby.” He peppered kisses over the tops of your thighs. He managed to slip another finger into your hole, opening you up again no problem. “Are you ready again, huh?”

“Yes, please.” You whined as he pulled away, grabbing the bottle of lube once again. You watched as he squirted a good amount onto his fingers, getting his cock ready. He watched you with dark eyes as his fist went up and down his length. 

Seokjin pulled your legs apart, settling in between them, his slick member prodding at your entrance. Slowly by surely, he started to push back into you, this time with a lot more ease as you were already spent out. But you wanted this. You wanted him. He repeated the shallow thrusts again, each time hitting everything just right. 

“Hnngh fuck, please harder.” You pleaded, wanting to go faster.

“Shh, soon baby. Soon.” He whispered as he captured your lips with his again with a kiss, swallowing any noises you make. As promised, he started to pick up speed again, not as hard as before though. When he pulls away, he gages your each and every reaction, watching you as you squirm in pleasure. 

Impatient now, you wrapped your legs around his waist, forcing him deeper into you. Groaning against your neck, he nipped at your neck, a playful punishment for your behavior. He got the message to go faster, positioning his hips to fuck you harder and deeper once again. His hand once again moved to your cock, squeezing the base of it. 

“Come on baby, you can do it. Come for me.” His breath was hot against your ear.

A few more thrusts and you were coming all over yourself, painting your chest white. Seokjin followed soon after, filling up your ass with his seed once again. He pulled you in with another sloppy kiss, teeth clashing against one another as he collapsed on top of you.

“That’s how it should’ve gone.”

You bark out a laugh at that. “That was so cheesy, oh my god.” Rolling your eyes at him.

He just chuckled as he sat up, pulling out of you. “Let me get another towel, clean us up.” You watched him as he walked away from the bed and towards the bathroom. He was back in a few minutes, him already wiped clean. You watched him as he diligently cleaned up all of your’s and his cum from your chest and your spent hole. Once all cleaned up, he tossed the towel somewhere else in the room. “Are you doing alright now?” 

“Yes, thank you.” You gave him a small smile as he nodded and started to pull back the covers. Tossing away the cum soaked top cover. He settled himself next to you, you tried to give him some space but your lower half was so sore you could barely move. He merely chuckled at you as he wrapped and arm around you and brought you close to him.

“Remind me to give you a little something extra tomorrow morning,” He sighed as he closed his eyes.

“Seokjin-”

“Don’t refuse me, Y/N. Consider it an extra bonus, for letting me be your first time.” He cracked open an eye at you, making sure you don’t fight back.

“Yes, sir.”

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[kookie-doughs]

Beta Tester

Kozume Kenma X Reader

-YN LN is a popular mangaka

Chapter 16: Stage

Seeing you running towards him made Kenma frown.

"Kenma!" You waved. "Thank you for not leaving yet!"

Ignoring you he continued to walk towards the direction of the stage.

You pouted and crossed your arms. "You know... As sorry as I am for that kiss I really don't regret it."

Jogging up in front of him with a shit eating grin, you positioned yourself in front of him where he'd have no choice but to look at you while you looked at him. His ears were slightly red without a doubt but who were you kidding yours were too.

Kenma cleared his throat, "Good for you then. Now get out of the way so I could get out of here. "

"And honestly I liked that kiss." You continued determined to see him flustered again. "Your lips were soft and I bet my ass you're a great kisser. I rate you 10/10 would do it again."

With a glare he looked at you straight in the eyes, "So do it pussy." Then went ahead before you could see the red settling on his face.

"I- Wh- Excuse me- Wh- Huh? K-Ken- Kenma!!" You squeaked as you chased after him.

"I said what I said."

You finally caught up to him when he was about to climb the stairs towards the stage. Luckily(?) you also have to go up with him.

"Ehh... Where's the flustered Kenma? I wanted to see you all blushy and panicked. You looked so adorable. I don't want hot daddy Dom Kenma. I want cute baby sub Kenma..."

As he was halfway up the stairs your height gap grew and he was way over you. He just looked down on you, leaning closer the gap barely existent he smirked.

"Too bad." Then turned away.

There were a handful of people who saw the scene. Which made you more embarrassed. Holy shit you acted all alpha online only to be dominated by a hermit named Kozume Kenma.

Boy were you happy. You'd happily submit to him.

"Let us all welcome the two people who made the game possible! YN LN and Kozume Kenma!!"

You might be confused why you two were the ones going and why you were introduced like that.

As you are the creator of Puri-Puri you of course are the reason why this game existed.

But Kenma came here as he's the biggest investor, the face of the game and no one else wanted to go. So yeah...

As you two came up the stage you were just wishing the blush from the scene a few moments ago. The cameras flashed and claps were heard.

"Shit the media is here..." You mumbled.

"Your surprised, why?" Kenma gave you an amused and disappointed look. No idea how he managed to do that but he did.

"Shut the fuck up. I just got a feeling the questions won't be about the game thanks to the media."

"So you do think sometimes..."

"You want me to hit you?"

A clearing of throat behind you stopped your argument. It was Akaashi handing you both microphones to be clipped on you [I'm sorry I dont know what they're called] .

"Good luck, don't do and say anything stupid. And remember this is the release of PPM's demo." He reminded and got off the stage.

"Good evening to you all! I hope you've been having a great time!" I started.

"We'd like to thank you again for attending the release of PPM's demo."

"Now of course the game is yet to be played but from the trailer that was shown, I hope you had enjoyed it since the game is going to be much better than the trailer!"

"I'm sure you all must've questions as well. That's why Me and your idi-- dear author will answer."

"You definitely were about to call me idiot." You frowned at him.

He smirked and shrugged. "I have not a slightest idea what you mean."

"You're the worst."

Ignoring you... Again. He motioned at one of the reporters to probably ask their question.

"Ms. LN, as the initial plot of the Puri-Puri Magika is about [REDACTED], and the trailer we saw have quite a large difference from one another only having the universe in similarty. Is it just the universe of the similar one to the manga? "

"Of course the plot would be different. It disappoints me quite a bit that none of you realized how they're connected aside from the universe. Well, I don't really want to spoil you but if you actually read the Manga and saw the trailer," You gave a proud smirk. "Everyone that was a fan of PPM in the team were ecstatic. They were all just-" You mimicked a mind blown. "They were so excited about the game and a those."

"Thank you Ms. LN."

"Next please."

"Mr. Kozume," the next one called. "You were neither a fan of YN, nor PPM, why did you decide to not only beta test the game but sponsor and invest big sum of money on the game."

"We--"

"No wait ! I want to answer some of those questions!" You cut off cackling. "The one about him investing and him beta testing! It's actually an annoying and Hella funny story."

"No I was a--"

"Shut up you'll probably lie."

"Shut up." Kenma now had his ears red. "Don't you--"

"He was the biggest asshole back then!"

"Stop talking."

"He fucking beta tested despite not knowing shit about PPM because it was the biggest game. And he just banwagoned  on it like a bitch he was."

"I did not. I had some clues about you Manga."

"You did not know shit about PPM cut yo bullshit. You didn't even know who the MC was!"

"Shut up."

"That's why he beta tested! Now the reason why he invested is really hilarious!"

"I really hate this story..."

"This was the reason why Kenma became Bae too! We didn't know shit about how to contact Kenma, we only had his email address and his social media. Keep that in mind. "

"So since he didn't know shit about PPM he really couldn't care about the plot and just looked for bugs and shit. He wasn't even aware of the bugs in the plot since he didn't know which what was supposed to be part of the plot and not. This bitch ass decided there wasn't any bugs anymore so we went with that. But then we had to play it and saw a shit ton of bugs."

"I said there were some bugs don't make me seems so stupid."

"You didn't even inform us about the glitch at the time skip part! That could've ruined the entire thing! Anywayz, so we had to code the game again. So we emailed him that there were way too many bugs other than what he told us so the next testing would be later. But the asshole never replied. And since I was the one entasked to guide this bitch ass, I  had to flood his email! And he didn't respond! Not once! It had been DAYS! I send him at least 20 emails everyday! I have up on the 3-4th day and DMed him on Twitter."

"I really hate this part."

"No. No. This is the best part. Do y'all remember that one trending #KodzuGone started by Tenma? It's because, this asshole never responded to our emails so I DMed him all the shit important shit in the emails. Then this bitch fucking blocked me! I fucking rante to Tenma and he canceled Kenma like he deserved to! I was panicking about it since Mr. Suzumiya told me that Kenma could be a potential investor if he wanted. And I needed cash... "

"Do not call me that publicly. You are disgusting."

"He went full sugar daddy on me!" You cackled. "His entire squad had betrayed him! They were canceling him so he just fucking slid into my DMs apologizing about the shit he did and I told him, bitch I'm coming over there and see you play this fucking game or I will not stop this canceling and make it worse. So he was forced to telll me his address and I'm not sure if yall saw the live but it was hot shit. The next day he bought all the copies of PPM at this one store and gave them to me and then he invested shit ton of money on my on going works, bought me a new tablet, paid my Keiji bills, and many other shit. Yall would die to have him as sugar daddy I'm telling you. Ya don't even have to give him sugar for the treats. "

"That was the biggest mistake I made."

"Awwe, but thanks to that we're closer than ever. "

"Exactly my point."

"Thank you for answering Ms. LN."

"I hate you so much." Kenma sighed pinching the bridge of his nose.

"No you don't. Admit it you love me."

"I really don't. Next question please."

"A-Ah, my initial question was actually answered in the previous question. It about your live. Now my question is, Ms LN and Mr. Kozume, is your relationship really a platonic one or a romantic one? "

"Okay, babe," You chuckled. "my man won't even let me breathe the same air he does. Ya think we're dating?"

"Well your right."

"What?"

"Excuse me?"

"Huh?! " You exclaimed a little louder than you thought since the mic made a loud noise.

"The relationship we have is both platonic and romantic. As labels aren't placed we share a romantic relationship." Kenma smirked.

You looked at him and the crowd with a clear eminent blush. "I-I I- Wh-"

Pulling you closer to him and turning around so the crowd won't see you both. He lowered the mic to prevent them from hearing.

"I wanted to see you all blushy and panicked . You look adorable." He whispered to your ear before facing the crowd again who were now going crazy over what Kenma had just confirmed.

"Y-You're an asshole..."

"Yeah, an asshole who..." lowering his mic again he leaned to your ear. "Still has your favorite onsie at his place. You really shouldn't have left it at my place. I'm so tempted to burn it."

"You leave my onsie alone! I will drown your consoles."

"With that threat, you're suddenly stripped of your house visit privileges."

"W-Why would you say we're dating?!"

"I didn't. I just said we both share a romantic and platonic relationship with no labels. I technically didn't lie too."

"Why did you do this?"

"Aside from wanting to see you all flustered? I'm probably drunk." Kenma smiled and turned to the crowd again. "Next question please."

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I'm sorry lately there's been to many words and less pictures it's just that... Idk

Lol I'm sorry this was supposed to be smau but there's been too many words

Ooc Kenma is shit so I made him drunk

-kookie-doughs

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[fictionplumis]

A Lambert/Aiden Thing

Okay, bear with me here, this might be long. And maybe at one point I'm gonna try to RP this but unfortunately there's no one on the Lambert/Aiden RP tags on the site I use. So I'm just gonna put this here for now. And if anyone wants to, oh I don't know, write a fic or whatever based on this, PLEASE link me 'cause I wanna read it but anyway. 

Set after the Wild Hunt, one of those rare AUs where Aiden genuinely did not survive.

While traveling together as super cool witchers, Geralt ends up telling Ciri all about helping Lambert get revenge for his Cat friend, right? 

Time passes, and Ciri starts trying to really solidify her control with her ability. Geralt ends up spending more and more time at Corvo Bianco and Ciri is out on the Path, but every so often a girl needs a break, y'know? So sometimes she'll disappear for a couple days, maybe a few weeks, just off in another world. It's a good way to practice. 

In one world, she ends up running into this man named Aiden. (This world being our world. Not a modern Continent thing, not some point in the future, I mean OUR world.) They talk, and he ends up mentioning his roommate Lambert, and the more he says about Lambert, the more it becomes obvious that it's LAMBERT. 

Now Ciri has absolutely no intention of doing anything about this. It's not her place, telling Lambert would be an AWFUL idea, and going to meet that world's version of her uncle just seems like a bad idea. But she is curious about what kind of man can inspire such a strong sense of friendship in Lambert, so she decides to pop into that world every so often, "accidentally" find Aiden, and just kind of get to know him a little bit. Plus it's another way to practice her abilities, not just pin-pointing and traveling to a specific world, but to where a specific person is. 

She does that on and off a few times, enough where her and Aiden are sort of acquaintances. 

Now in this world Aiden isn't a saint, okay? This boy pretty much grew up on the streets. He has a past that he's trying to get away from. He knows his way around a knife fight, has ample experience running from the cops, and has been through so much therapy. (I don’t get into detail here but any kind of modern Aiden I usually have some kind of neurotypical. Might be something as simple as ADHD, though I do love bipolar!Aiden and psychotic!Aiden as well. I’d imagine at this point he’s good at managing it, with the help of therapy and medication. Now the therapy wouldn’t be all that accessible with where this is going, but Ciri could help him make sure he has his medications. Hell, if wanted to have him keep things consistent with his therapy too, he could move down to appointments maybe once a month and Ciri could make sure he could get to them, the same way she helps attain other things later on in this snippet. I absolutely support positive and accurate depictions of mental illness, I’m not just using the terms bipolar or psychotic lightly.) And unfortunately his past ends up catching up with him. 

Ciri happens to get there just in time. Before Aiden can end up with a bullet in his eye, she's teleporting him to the first safe place that comes to her mind: Corvo Bianca.

Now poor Aiden has no fucking idea what happened. One second his old "friends" have him backed into a corner with a gun to his face and the next he's experiencing the worst motion sickness of his life and throwing up in a pot that smells like shit. He spends the next two days sleeping off some major jet lag and when he comes to, he had no fucking idea where he is. 

Then comes Geralt and Ciri having to awkwardly explain the whole witcher thing to him, the Continent in general, the time period, the fact that monsters and sorceresses and magic exists in this world, all that happy shit. And it's a lot to process. Before they can even get to the whole "do you want to go back to your world and handle the deal with people trying to kill you thing" Lambert shows up. 

At first Aiden doesn't even think, he's just like oh thank fuck a familiar face, I know you hate hugs but I think this can be forgiven because I've had the weirdest most stressful week of my life.

And then he's like, wait a second. Lambert is... Thicker. 

Like Lambert's always been a very physically active guy, he's a mechanic or whatever you want a modern day Lambert to do, but his shoulders weren't THAT broad before and under those spiky metal arm things are some impressive biceps. Also what are those spiky metal arm things? Lambert, what are you wearing? How the fuck did you get here? Holy shit your eyes--

He puts two and two together. Right, the name Geralt sounded familiar because Lambert's mentioned the name. That's his adopted brother. So if this Geralt is a witcher, then Lambert in this world is a witcher. And Lambert is also having a minor breakdown because, y'know, AIDEN. 

Let's just say Geralt warned him. Explained the whole situation and asked Lambert to come back to help with this, and Lambert was very torn because it's not HIS Aiden. It'll hurt too much, to see someone so much like Aiden but just slightly to the left. He knew it would. He just didn’t expect this Aiden to be SO MUCH like his Aiden. By this point Aiden has had to change his clothes into some of Geralt's trousers with a belt to hold them up and a loose tunic, but it's fucking him. 

They all talk a bit. Aiden pretty much admits that yeah, there are people after him. And they probably won't stop until he's dead. That's how gangs work, y'know? You can't really... Get out. He tried, he really fucking did, but even if it's not the ones that cornered him before, it'll be someone else. So yeah, Ciri saved his life and going back is probably not the best idea. 

Now I absolutely don't want to fuck over another world's Lambert just to make Continent!Lambert happy, so we're gonna say the two were really good friends. They were roommates, they were close, Lambert was pretty much Aiden's only friend, but they weren't lovers. Lambert was with a woman named Keira. A doctor. They were good for each other, y'know? When Lambert first started dating her, Aiden thought she was kind of a bitch but as time went on she kind of mellowed out. It wasn't that she became less full of herself, but more that she actually felt confident enough that she didn't feel the need to try to take on the world anymore. And Lambert's happy with her. So leaving Lambert behind in that world kind of sucks, yeah, but he'll be okay. And this Lambert is so similar that to Aiden, it doesn't feel like he's losing someone. 

Now we have Aiden getting to experience the Continent for the first time. Getting to experience witchers for the first time. 

Lambert. Sword fighting. 

And that's so fucking cool. Can you please teach me that?

Which of course has Lambert a little iffy, because this Aiden is human and no fucking away is he letting this Aiden anywhere near a monster, but Aiden is like, nah, relax, I just want to learn because sword fighting is really cool. Look, I'm really good with a knife, teach me some cool sword stuff. 

So Lambert gets to teach Aiden some cool sword stuff. And how to make bombs, which Aiden LOVES. And maybe some alchemy, too, because Aiden asks about the potions and Lambert is very adamant that he never drinks any but Aiden likes at least knowing how to make them. It's fascinating. You all fucking know you would love to make potions out of gross monster parts and herbs if you had the chance, don't even lie. Lambert even shows off some signs and Aiden is delighted. 

This eventually leads to one of those serious conversations about what it takes to become a witcher, and what all Lambert went through, and how people view witchers. And Aiden gets it, maybe not completely, but he gets the just of it. Because he knows about the other Lambert's past, and his shitty father, and all that stuff. And Aiden's brown, and people don't like that. And he's gay, and people don't like that either. Lambert's whole thing kind of reminds him of the X-men. 

And Lambert doesn't know what the fuck that is so Aiden explains comics and superheroes and the X-men to him. 

Because in his world they don't have witchers or magic, so they make up stories that have people like witchers, that have magic, and in those stories, those people sometimes face very similar prejudices. So to Aiden, Lambert is a lot like a superhero. 

And Lambert's like uh huh, no way, definitely not any kind of hero, that's pretty boy's job. 

To which Aiden responds, no, I definitely think you're a hero, even if you don't, so suck it up. 

And they probably kiss and stuff. 

Eventually Aiden gets restless and he's curious about the rest of the Continent, and he's tired of wearing Geralt's ill-fitting clothes because he's used to skinny jeans and shit so he gets Lambert to take him into Beauclaire for clothes. 

And Beauclaire is fucking beautiful, he loves it. 

The clothes are okay. Eventually he just asks Lambert what he used to wear and they go see the armorer instead. Aiden's not entirely sure about it, because Lambert looks like he's swallowed a mouthful of tacks when he sees Aiden in the Cat armor, even without the chest piece or the gauntlets, but Lambert assures him that he's fine. 

It just doesn't quite ease the restlessness. So the next time Ciri pops in, Aiden asks for her help and together they scheme. The next day, Aiden tells Lambert to go find something to entertain himself with for awhile because he needs to spend some quality time with his BFF. 

A few hours later they find Lambert sulking out in the vineyard, Aiden looking fine and fresh in a brand new pair of skinny jeans that show off his very nice ass, and some well-fitting combat boots that aren't nearly as durable as actual leather boots on the Continent but they have studs and buckles and look really cool.

Lambert is torn between thinking Aiden looks like a fucking idiot and thinking that he's never wanted to fuck Aiden more in his life.

Then Aiden drops the news that he also put together an outfit for Lambert because in his world, when you're interested in courting someone, the first thing you do is take them on a date. And he wants to take Lambert on the most stereotypical first date. What's that? Why the movies, of course! There's an X-men movie that just came out (I don't know which one, okay? I don't watch the X-men. You figure it out.) and he thought, maybe, he could show Lambert a little bit of the world he came from. They wouldn't be there for long, and they wouldn't be going to a theater anywhere near where Aiden's old gang would be. Nothing would be tied to Aiden's name, and he would be with Lambert, so he would be safe. 

It's a big change from the Continent. 

Lambert's never seen so many fucking people in his LIFE. Aiden had warned him about cars and technology and Lambert is pretty quick witted so while he's absolutely amazed, he manages to take it in stride pretty well. The thing that throws him off the most is when they go to buy popcorn and the girl at the counter goes, "Oh my god, I love your contacts! Where did you get them? They look so real!" 

Lambert doesn't know what the fuck contacts are, but Aiden steps in all smooth-like, "Fuck, Lamb, you've had those forever, haven't you? I think he got 'em off some cosplay site." 

Then he has to explain later that sometimes people put these little discs in their eye to help them see better or to change the color of their eyes for costume purposes. To which Lambert has the understandable reaction of, "Who in their right fucking mind would CHOOSE to do this to their fucking eyes?" 

Well, y'know, they can take contacts out whenever they want. It's a cosmetic thing. They don't know what you had to go through to get your eyes to look like that. You'll probably have some old conservative people eyeing you weird, thinking you're some Satanist or whatever, but most other people will just think it's a cool choice you made, to put those in to go to the movies.

The world is weird. Lambert can't decide if he likes it or hates it. 

He definitely likes the movie, though. And the popcorn. Probably finds the soda to be a little too sweet for his taste. There's still a lot of people, which makes him a bit on edge, but they came to the theater at an off time and not many people are actually in the room with them. They sit at the back and hold hands and Lambert decides he loves it. Ciri picks them up like a proud parent driving her kid and her kid's date home, only instead of driving she's teleporting and neither of them are her kids but whatever. 

But Aiden isn't done scheming. When they get back he tells Lambert to stay put and gets Ciri to take him back for one more little errand. 

A couple hours later they clang back into Corvo Bianco. CLANG back because each of them has a weird metal cart piled high with items and they're laughing their asses off. 

So you might be wondering, how did Ciri and Aiden afford clothes? They stole them. How did Aiden afford movie tickets and popcorn? He pick pocketed. Boy grew up on the streets. He knows how to steal wallets. And now they performed the greatest "run out the doors of Walmart with carts full of shit" EVER. Because as soon as they were out of sight, they teleported, no one the wiser. 

Aiden is thrilled with his non-purchases. Firstly, he has about a year's worth of toilet paper. he throws a package at Lambert, who's like, what the fuck is this. Toilet paper. What do you use it for? To wipe your ass after you shit, Lambert. Trust me. Once you use it, you'll never go back. It's a blessing, you'll thank me for it. There might not be indoor plumbing here, but god dammit, I want toilet paper.

He then hands Ciri two boxes of pads. Yeah, she was there shopping with him, but he just kind of dumped stuff in carts without explaining anything, and while Ciri knows what most of the things are, do you really think she's thought about how other worlds deal with menstruation? Because I menstruate, and the thought would genuinely not cross my mind. I would continue using whatever method I used back in my original world. So Aiden leans in to whisper what they are, because he's polite, and he becomes her favorite uncle just like that. And when Geralt and Lambert are like, uh, what? She tells them it's for menstruating and, "Oh, don't make that face at me, Geralt. I bleed, it happens."

Aiden admits that most of the other purchases are for Lambert, and when Lambert tires to protest Aiden makes it very clear that everything he bought is NORMAL in his world. Not even luxury, just NORMAL, so Lambert just needs to shut up and let Aiden make his life a little easier. 

First up, sunglasses. Because Lambert mentioned how painful it can be to take Cat and then step out into sunlight before the potion has run out. He tosses a pair at Lambert, who tries them on with a frown and is like, "Oh. Huh. Alright. These might actually be pretty useful." Aiden got himself a pair too. They match. There's also a tent. It folds up pretty small, but witchers travel, right? And Lambert mentioned how shit it is to camp in the rain, so here's a tent that’s better than the shit you can buy on the Continent. You lay out your bedroll in it, and you don't have to worry about bugs, and it helps protect you against the weather. It's small, but it looks kind of easy to put up, should be durable enough. 

And maybe just big enough for two, because Aiden isn't stupid. Eventually Lambert will need to take to the Path again, and Aiden wants to comes too. He wants to see the Continent. He can't help with the monsters, he knows, but maybe he can do something else to help them earn money. Who knows, right? This world isn't run by capitalism. He could make a living doing nearly anything. He can figure something out. 

He even got a water filter, and a couple filter replacements because witchers can probably drink any kind of stagnant water they want but he would rather not die of dysentery, thanks. And he got himself a sleeping bag. And he got Lambert a very, very soft fleece blanket just because he thought Lambert would like it. (He does.) Oh, also, Lambert, smell this soap. And this shampoo. Using a bar of soap has not done Aiden's hair any favors, he got actual fucking shampoo. The BIG bottle. And now Lambert has some nice pomade to use in his hair instead of bear fat. Won't make his hair greasy plus it smells better. Also there's bubble bath, just because. And beard oil for Lambert. Some moisturizer. Here, Lambert, put on some chap stick. Trust me, you'll love it. 

They set out on the Path and it's not always easy because Aiden worries CONSTANTLY. But Lambert is good at what he does. The few times they're ambushed, Lambert always keeps Aiden safe, because in this household everyone fucking survives. 

Aiden likes seeing Lambert in action. He swoons and calls Lambert his hero. 

There are some stunning places to visit on the Continent. Aiden's favorite are the elven ruins they sometimes come across. Only after Lambert deals with the wraiths, though. 

Aiden learns how to play Gwent. He's not that good at it. Aiden learns how to cheat at Gwent. He's VERY good at it. Lambert teaches him how to fish with bombs. Aiden is fucking delighted. 

Eventually he realizes how he can make money. He copywrites Disney. 

He's no bard. He can't sing or play an instrument. But he CAN tell stories, and no matter how much you hate Disney, there are probably a lot of Disney movies everyone can quote by heart, and they're either already time-period approved, or they can easily be adapted into something time period approved. Lambert comes back from a hunt to find the entire tavern listening to Aiden with rapt attention while he's in the front of the room putting on a one man performance of the whole, "I am Inigo Montoya, you killed my father, prepare to die," while jumping back and forth to play each part. He's clearly having a blast with it, because who doesn't love telling other people every little detail about their favorite movie? 

As he's heading upstairs with Lambert, he just keeps raving about how he can't believe he actually made money with that. He hands Lambert a handful of coins, just like, "I don't know how much money this is, but look, it's money!"

Which probably leads to some conversation about capitalism and how easy it was in his world to feel insignificant, to feel like everything is pointless, and how much happier he is with Lambert. How it's even given him a new outlook on the world he came from. He doesn't want to go back, per se, but he doesn't want to completely leave either. He wants to show Lambert the best parts of it, to re-experience his world through Lambert, to really feel the amazement of it all the way he's supposed to, the way that's so easy to stop doing when you're actually living there. It's so easy to take it all for granted, but when you're showing it to someone who's experiencing it for the first time, you can really appreciate it all. 

So every winter they head back to Toussaint and Ciri takes them back long enough for them to do something FUN. They play laser tag. They rope Geralt, Eskel, and Ciri into doing an escape room with them. They go kayaking. They do one of those rope courses and zip-line things. They go to an amusement park. A water park. They walk around a nature trail. They go to a comic convention. (Lambert wears his armor and so many people want pictures with him. He's just sad Aiden wouldn't let him bring his swords, the kids would have fucking loved to see a sword.) They have so much fun. And Aiden stocks up on modern supplies for the year while he's there. Another year's worth of toilet paper, a new tent, another fuzzy blanket, a few pairs of sunglasses because Lambert always ends up breaking his, a nice backpack because Lambert really likes having a bunch of different pockets in his bag for organizing things.

And you know what? Give it ten years, Aiden's bordering on his forties, and he finds some way to make himself functionally immortal. Magic, fairies, a curse, a blessing, I don't know, I don't care. Their plan becomes to live until one of them dies of something--probably Lambert, because he's the one Aiden always has to patch up (he now always buys a very large, well stocked first-aid kit from his world too) what with fighting monsters and all, and the other will follow. It's morbid, sure, but it works for them. With the way things are going, neither of them thinks they'll need to do that anytime soon anyway.

Basically, they live happily ever after, okay? 

HAPPILY EVER AFTER.

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[moonlit-imagines]

The “Perfect” Couple

Natasha Romanoff x reader

warnings: alcohol, guns

a/n: i feel a lil gay in this chilis tonight

prompt: natasha and you were history, but still worked together. fury just paired you up for another mission, what could go wrong? or right?

You and Nat tried to keep things professional, but you also tried to keep a distance. After the two of you split, there were still some hard feelings. But you two do what spies do best, you lie and hide what could get in the way of a mission. The current mission was...to mask your true feelings about the breakup.

“Agent Romanoff, Agent l/n, I have a mission for you.” Fury called the pair of you over to debrief you, but this was already a bit worrisome. You and Nat? What was he thinking?

“A mission for the both of us?” You asked as you approached the director together.

“I’m glad to know you can hear, Agent.” He sarcastically and you held your tongue as Nat gave a sly smirk. “You two are going to be attending a gala hosted by a high-profile threat. As a couple.” You held your breath and waited for Natasha to comment.

“All due respect, sir, but why us?” She and you exchanged glances. “Me and y/n, we...” She paused and cleared her throat. “we’re not exactly on great terms right now.”

“Well, Romanoff, you two are my best agents, so you better learn how to get along on this mission.” He turned away and left you both a bit speechless. “And do not. Blow. Your cover. Agent Hill will be detailing the rest of the mission for you, I just needed to break the ice.” You noticed a little curve in his lips and heated up in the face, he could be so mean sometimes. But there was no getting out of this one, time to get professional. Next, pair of you would head to Maria for debriefing.

—————

Natasha was stunning in the deep red and black dress she chose to wear, you could just barely keep your eyes off of her and you knew she noticed. There was no doubt she was sneaking looks at you, too. God, you missed this, being such a power couple. Whatever room you walked into together, it was all about you and her.

You led Natasha through the crowd of fancy rich people who could all be tagged as criminals, but there was a special one you were there for. Nat and you had locked your arms together, but she used her opposite hand to clasp onto your arm, nails starting to dig into your skin.

“Is there a problem, ‘Natalie?’” You looked over to see a genuine looking smile on your face, but as a fellow spy, you could tell when she was faking it.

“No. No problem here, my dear.” She answered through clenched teeth before the two of you found your seats and felt a sense of relief from finally separating by just a foot or so. “Could I get some champagne?” Natasha asked the waiter and he quickly complied. “Thank you so much, you’re wonderful.” She took the glass and quickly began drinking.

“Are you done or do you need another? Because he have a job to do.” You rolled your eyes at her tendencies and waited for her to finish.

“If you want me to look like I’m enjoying myself tonight, you’ll let me drink, got it?” She set the glass down and took a quick glance around the room to see if there was any suspicious activity to check out. “Out of all the agents at SHIELD, Fury just had to stick me with you.” Your ex-girlfriend commented under her breath.

“Hey, Nat, I don’t like this any more than you do, but we agreed we would keep things professional and that’s what I plan to do.” You snapped at her while she gave you a tired expression, as if she didn’t care one bit for what you had to say. “We have a job and the sooner we get it done, the sooner we can go on with our lives.” Your disagreement seemed to be causing a small scene, a few pairs of eyes were on you. So Natasha leaned forward and pulled your face in for a passionate kiss, you hadn’t tasted her lips in such a long time.

“You were gonna blow our cover.” She swatted your leg as she pulled away. There was nothing fun about this mission, but that kiss sure brought back some memories. You could barely remember why the two of you broke up in the first place. You sat there staring at Natasha for just a moment more while she smiled at you, probably thinking you were pathetic for getting bit flustered from that. “‘Mx. Rushman,’” She started, “would you care to dance?”

“Sure thing, Natalie.” You took a deep breath and offered your hand to take her to the dance floor, a slower song was being played by the live band. “Remember how we used to dance in my living room?”

“How could I forget?” Nat placed her hands in the appropriate position and looked over your shoulder, if anything where to happen, you were literally watching each other’s backs. “You always stepped on my feet.” She switched her gaze back to your eyes and smiled.

“Oh, well, I’m sorry I’m not a perfect ballerina.” You scoffed and turned your head as you shook it. Her little chuckle took you back, as well. This night sucked because it made you feel like you were missing out, you wondered how Natasha felt. “Four o’clock.” You whispered and Nat inconspicuously took a chance to see what you were looking at. The target.

“Keep and eye on him, we’ll finish this song and then go after him.” She instructed, leaving you to accept that before you realized something was wrong.

“Wait, what?” You whispered. “You don’t want to go after him now? While we have him?” You asked your ex in disbelief, this wasn’t very typical of her, the mission always came first.

“I’m having fun dancing.” She admitted as her red lips curved up. Was she serious? “Don’t get too flattered, y/n...We’ll find him in a few more minutes.” Nat closed the gap in between the two of you and leaned her head on your shoulder as each of you swayed back and forth along with the music. “This mission could be worse, I guess.” You heard her mutter into your ear and you gave a little exhale out of your nose in place of a chuckle.

“Oh, I’m sure.” You remarked ask the song officially came to an end. “Wanna wrap this up now?” You asked as your felt a warm kiss on your cheek. “Natalie” grabbed your hand and led you to your target, this wouldn’t take long if you chose the right timing.

“Wait for him to enter that room right there, It’s empty for now, we’ll be able to get him without much of a hassle.” She told you over the comms as you separated. You watched from afar as your target entered said room and decided this was it, time to make your move. “Now.” She headed towards the door and you followed a couple moments behind. In she went to confront the wanted criminal, who quickly had his men come in...with guns.

“I thought Fury said this would be hard.” You shook your head in disappointment and equipped your own guns, pointing them at the wealthy mister that was about to go down. “If anyone moves, I shoot twice, you hear?” Natasha watched proudly with her own weapons out. You never went down without a fight, she admired that.

“Anyone feel like getting their asses kicked today? The party’s been a little dull, so we’re bored.” She paced the room, training her weapons on the goons she passed, it’s almost as if she smelled fear. “Yes, no, maybe..? Okay.” Your (ex) partner spun and kicked a goon right in the kneecap with the tip of her heel, making him tumble to the ground instantly. All hell broke loose from there as you fired your warning shot and charged for some hand-to-hand combat with the boys who wouldn’t last out here.

“Give it up, guys, we can do this all night.” You shouted as you fired a shot into another guy’s leg, causing him to fall instantly with a thud. “Did that hurt?” You asked when you passed him, going directly to tackle the target while Nat finished up her four-course beating. You restrained the crook as she gracefully walked over and kneeled down next to you.

“Huh, guess we still make a pretty good team.” Nat winked and helped you pull this guy up, then contacting SHIELD to come on in and take him away.

“Still hate my guts?” You cocked your eyebrow and saw her shining a grin that was as real as could be, seems the two of you had gotten over your differences on this fateful mission. Nick Fury was a clever SOB.

“I wish I could say ‘yes,’ but you’re just so hard to hate.” She wrapped her arms around your neck and brought you in for an amazing kiss that you knew was meant for you from Natasha, not from your alter-egos. Reconciliation, something you thought would never happen between yourself and Nat. “Can we get dinner tomorrow night? Call it a date?” She suggested as she pulled away, still keeping her face close.

“I think that could work.” You bit your lip to hide the giant smile fighting to show. “I have to say, we did some good work today.”

“No kidding, and we looked great while doing it, too.”

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Top 25 Larry fics of 2019

It’s that time again!

You may be familiar with these lists:

Top 25 Larry fics of 2016

Top 25 Larry fics of 2017

Top 25 Larry fics of 2018

As always, I read a lot of fic and the majority of it is Larry. I like making lists and I like Larry so I thought I’d do some minimal research of the top 25 larry fics published/completed in 2019 in order of least to most kudos (with links). All of these fics are top notch so you should all check them out! 

25.) Foolishy Laying Our Hearts on the Table by @runaway-train-works (11k)

“You think Harry wants that?”

“Dunno. Maybe. Wanna make him happy.” Harry takes advantage of the red light he’s pulled up to turn and look properly at Louis’ face. He’s not even looking in Harry’s direction though, focused instead on something out of his side window, head drooped, mindlessly playing with the string of his hoodie between his fingers, lost in his own world somewhere. For some reason, it makes Harry’s spine straighten.

“Because he’s your best mate?” Harry questions carefully.

“He’s my boyfriend.”

He couldn’t have heard him right. “What?”

Louis releases a deep breath, still not turning around. Harry wonders who he thinks he’s talking to right now. “He’s so pretty. Want to kiss him all day long. And buy him a big house and give him presents and marry him.”

Or

The one where Harry is in love with his best friend Louis but doesn't think he stands a chance until some wisdom teeth and a rather unusual confession might just change his mind.

24.) Tainted Saints And Velvet Vices by @toomanydreamers (126k)

A self-fulfilling Hogwarts AU in which Louis is new to seventh year and Harry is the resident devil-may-care Slytherin set to make his entire experience a living misery. Due to less than favourable circumstances they're forced to forge an unwilling, tentative relationship for their own survival. Repressed emotions, decidedly unromantic ballroom dancing, Triwizard Tournament tasks, creative jinxes and twilight flying above the Forbidden Forest ensue.

23.) all we can do is keep breathing by @avocadolouie (310k)

“Harry, I-I’m so sorry…” Louis stutters out, trying to keep his voice level and even, to portray a depiction of strength, but with the way Harry is looking at him, staring at him like he has a personal passage way straight to Louis’ soul, it’s so hard, nearly impossible.

That simple opening phrase, that short introductory acknowledgement that is often rushed out so easily, painlessly, at a safe distance. Giving a doctor the ability to portray empathy without true emotion, without feeling the full brunt and sheer force of the underlying pain itself.

But Louis feels it, he feels the crushing agony laced behind the phrase, he feels the weight of the painful words slipping from his lips, the cause and effect that the three-word expression holds. The distantly empty “I’m so sorry” that doctors throw out in self-preservation, isn’t at all empty for him. Louis recognizes it, he understands it, he feels it.

--

a fated story of two broken and battered boys who barely survived the unimaginable and how the love of one little brave girl defies all the odds and somehow puts them back together.

22.) Raise a Glass to the Four of Us by @2tiedships2 (25k)

Louis stared at his luggage.

Well. Apparently not his luggage, because the clothing he was looking at currently was a: worth more than everything he currently possessed, b: not his size at all, and c: more suited for a fancy ass lawyer than a holiday in NYC with his best mates.

“Ooh, nice loafers,” Niall said as he pulled one out of the suitcase. “I love the rainbows.”

“Okay,” Liam began. “What do you want to do first? Eat, shop for new clothes, or spend hours on the phone with the airline?”

Louis continued to stare at the luggage.

21.) You Have to Retreat to Advance by @2tiedships2 (18k)

“What am I going to do, Perrie? I can’t go on this retreat by myself. My boss literally said he wants to meet my omega.” Harry paused. “Okay, not literally but he definitely expects me to be bringing him.”

“Don’t people go on these things by themselves?” Perrie asked.

Harry shrugged. “Of course but that’s not the point.”

“What’s the point?”

“My boss is expecting to meet my omega! I don’t have an omega!”

“Is this a paying gig?” Perrie asked.

“You mean paying an omega to spend the weekend with me? I’m sure the resort has nice amenities. Does that count?”

“I take that as a no,” Perrie said with an eye roll. “It’s okay, Louis might be willing to do it for free.”

“Who’s Louis?”

Or the one where Harry is expected to bring his longterm omega to the company's mountain retreat. Since he hadn't told anyone that they'd broken up months ago, he now has to find someone willing to play the part.

20.) A Darker Shade of Love by LittleSpoonStyles94 (750k)

Louis is a 30 year old multi-billionaire with a very dark past. He is violent and is a sadist with a taste for pain. Harry Styles is a 19 year old student who sets out to London after being kicked out by his homophobic father to follow his dreams. He wants to go to the best University to study but he needs a lot of money so he starts to work as a part time stripper at a gay club to support his studies and his life. The club he works at, Garland's, is part owned by Louis Tomlinson. When they meet, its life changing for the both of them.

19.) You Still Make Sense to Me by @amories (37k)

Harry, Louis, and their family navigate life together through the years.

18.) Like Water Over Fire (Like Water On Fire) by @mcssymon (119k)

“I’m sorry your highness, I think I misheard you, did you really say that you are hoping to meet your husband?” Oh god, Louis panicked. Was Prince Harry gay? Was he even allowed to be gay? Surely he wouldn’t be allowed to have a selection from a group of men, right?

Prince Harry looked partly like he wanted to laugh, but also very, very nervous about what he had just admitted, “Yes, sir, you heard correctly”

Or Prince Harry has 46 men and 13 weeks to find the husband of his dreams, Louis has a limited amount to time to live out a royal fantasy. They might just be exactly what the other needs.

17.) waiting for the tides to meet by @nauticalleeds (59k)

Louis lets out a deep breath, thinking about Harry’s soulmate. Thinking about how Harry’s soulmate is probably as beautiful as Harry, some person that Louis cannot compare to, and how the universe has chosen them to be Harry’s. Fuck the universe. “Fuck you,” he calls out to the universe. He’s aware of how crazy he sounds.

Maybe he is crazy, with how he’s falling for Harry. And fuck that, too.

Soulmate AU. Everyone is born with heterochromia — one eye is their own eye colour, while the other is the colour of their soulmate's. It's only when they meet their soulmate for the first time that their own eyes match properly. After a hazy night at a frat party, Louis wakes up to blue eyes and the shocking realization that he had met his soulmate, without any sober recollection. Seven years pass where Louis comes to terms with the fact that he'll never know who his soulmate is. Then one fated summer, a beautiful green-eyed photographer arrives at Louis' workplace, with promises of endless laughter and a familiar feeling in Louis' heart.

Featuring a lovely cup of OT5, a road trip down the coast, and a scene where Harry eats a whole head of lettuce. Don't ask why.

16.) Call Answered by @vondrostes (249k)

The day after his 27th birthday, Harry Styles attempts suicide. Louis is flown to his bedside to unravel the mystery of why he did it after a flash drive is found with a note attached, addressed to Louis. On it are a collection of 78 songs, all written for different dates from their past.

15.) Counterbalance by @louandhazaf (44k)

Harry Styles loves two things: teaching ballet and racing motorcycles. Those two worlds collide when his greatest rival on the track, Louis “Tommo” Tomlinson brings his tiny siblings to Harry’s class.

14.) Everywhere and Nowhere by @2tiedships2 (16k)

Niall took a seat and said, "Apparently Louis' downstairs neighbor is a fan of giving Louis creepy gifts. Maybe I should go introduce myself and tell him that Louis actually prefers food."

"What has he given you?" Liam asked.

Louis shrugged as it were no big deal. "There was a rabbit's foot keychain on the door a little after he left from introducing himself and there was a small teddy bear sitting by my door tonight. Obviously I can't prove it's from him, but they seem to have his scent. I could be wrong though."

"Wow," Liam said, looking deep in thought. "That's old school."

"What's old school?" Niall asked. "Giving creepy gifts?"

"I've never known an alpha to do it, to be honest, but he's courting you."

Louis couldn't contain his look of disbelief directed at Liam. "He's courting me. Like some sort of romantic shit they'd do in the 1800s or something?"

13.) Swallow The Knife by whoknows (76k)

“You came,” Louis says, still breathless, clinging to Harry, uncaring that his sweat is getting all over Harry’s presumably clean dad shirt, or that he’s making Harry hold up all of his weight.

“Of course I came,” Harry says. He shifts, one arm curled underneath Louis’ arse, the other spreading wide in the middle of Louis’ back. “If I ignored you every time you pissed me off we would have stopped being friends a long time ago.”

Louis already knows that, of course. It doesn’t do anything to stop the pleased squirm in his belly every time Harry proves it, though. They fight like nobody’s business, both of them too stubborn to pull their punches when they’re arguing, and it used to get them in trouble, but they always make up.

Adrenaline makes Louis loose-lipped, and they both know it. He tightens his arms around Harry’s neck, buries his face in his hair. “I missed you,” he confesses, quiet. “Doesn’t feel the same up there by myself.”

12.) and oh, all of your saturdays could end up in woe by ihavetoomuchfreetime (70k)

a fic in which louis' in a long-term relationship with an abusive asshole, niall, zayn and liam are so far but not really, and harry is that all too friendly guy who works in sainsbury's.

11.) thinking about the t-shirt you slept in by @absoloutenonsense (52k)

Harry's alpha fraternity donates to a local thrift shop (because of Liam's latent crush on a cute beta in his lecture). Louis' financial situation (and confusing omega instincts) lead him to make some interesting fashion purchases. Lots of pizza, feelings, and not-really-lying.

10.) Consequences by @allwaswell16 (78k)

Two years ago Harry let his powerful family come between him and the love of his life, something he deeply regrets. Louis has tried to move on from their devastating break up. Sometimes, he even thinks he has. It only takes one moment to freeze them back in time.

An amnesia au

9.) Strawberries & Cigarettes by @dimpled-halo (76k)

Harry looks up and immediately freezes. Next to Ms. Archie stands the boy from just the other day. The boy with the leather jacket and chipped black nails, that might or might not be sketched in the very book Harry has just placed on the table in front of him. The leather jacket is missing today, probably because they aren’t allowed as part of their required uniform attire, but Harry can still see the fading black nail polish on his nails, and eyeliner around his eyes. Harry’s mouth goes a little dry. This boy is so intriguing to him.

“Ye-yes, Ms. Archie?” Harry tries to play it cool, but he’s almost positive that his cheeks are burning red, and he’s relieved neither of them can tell how fast his heart is beating in his chest.

The boy seems to also recognize Harry, because his lips curve into a knowing smirk.

“Harry is at the top of his class. He’s your best bet at getting familiar with things around here.” She explains.

Louis nods, his smirk still very prominent on his face. “Thank you Ms. Archie. I’ll be sure to take advantage of young Harold here.”

*

Summary: Two stories, eleven years, and the two boys that never stopped loving each other.

8.) Pain makes people change by Deidei (113k)

An organization called Canis Lupus existed solely for changing humans imprisoned in their wolf form back to their human form. Some people after experiencing some traumatic event can only ‘’protect’’ themselves from the pain by forgetting everything. To do that, to feel safe, they shift into their wolf form.

Which they'll be stuck in forever should no one intervene.

Louis Tomlison went through a traumatic experience at the age of twelve in which he lost his mother, to make the pain go away he shifted into a wolf and fled. He survived in the wild as a wolf for five years until Canis Lupis caught him... Though he wasn't alone, he had a pup at his side.

7.) Pretty Please (With Sugar On Top) by @angelichl (113k)

Harry is a sugar baby omega who cons rich alphas for a living. Louis is a rich alpha with too much self-control.

6.) Enemies with benefits by ssii8 (267k)

Where Harry is captain of basketball team and Louis is captain of football team and they hate each other. But somehow this doesn't stop them from having sex.

And everything is perfect until they start to feel something more.

5.) Ready To Fall by whoknows (21k)

“Ninety and rising,” Nick says triumphantly, as though making Harry’s heartbeat pick up by thrusting an obscenely attractive person in front of his face is any kind of success. “Louis Tomlinson has just walked into our control room and suddenly our dear Harry Styles has lost all ability to speak. Could this be some kind of strange coincidence?”

“I hate you,” Harry hisses, forcing his eyes back into Nick’s direction, uncaring that the mic must have picked it up. “I thought we agreed that you were going to play fair.”

“I’m sure I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Nick denies, except he’s holding up a picture of Louis’ face now, sharp cheekbones prominent, soft lashes nearly sweeping against his cheeks as he looks down, and his fucking mouth –

“A hundred and two!” Nick crows, all but clapping his hands together in glee. “The highest it’s ever been!”

“To be fair, I did bend over the desk on purpose,” Louis’ voice comes crackling in the headphones. Harry practically breaks his neck whipping his head around at the sound of it, gaping at him through the glass panel. “You can’t really blame him for getting a little excited about that, can you?”

4.) Close to Nowhere by @angelichl (34k)

“I will kill you in your sleep,” Louis threatened as he quickly stepped out of his jeans.

“I don’t think that would work very well baby, seeing as you talk to dead people all the time.”

“I’ll kill you in your sleep and ignore your ghost. And don’t call me that.”

Louis and Harry are psychics who kind of hate each other. They go to Tennessee to investigate a haunting.

3.) Play Pretend, Find a Friend? by @angelichl (40k)

They had to pull back for air. Louis surveyed the guy’s face, in awe of his blown pupils and sharp jawline, the way their shared spit glistened on his lips.

“Hi,” he breathed. He blinked, and came back to himself a little bit, blushing at his own boldness. “Sorry. Is this okay?”

The stranger removed his right hand from the curve of Louis’ waist in order to cup his jaw, tilting it up to the angle he desired. He pressed their lips together, murmuring, “Definitely.” And then he kissed harder.

When Louis sees his ex-boyfriend kissing a random girl at a party, he acts out of blind jealousy. He kisses the first guy he can find. It turns into a thing.

INSPIRED BY CLOUDS.

2.) Let Me Feel Your Heartbeat by @angelichl (34k)

Harry is 98% sure Louis hates him. So he feels like his bewilderment is justified when the omega offers to help him through his rut.

1.) All My Colours by IceQueenRia (267k)

Green… yellow… red. Red! RED!!!

Some people were born Dominant and others submissive. Sixteen year old Louis Tomlinson was a submissive and was proud to be so… until he was forced to his knees for the first time. The man before him was every subs nightmare, an abusive Dom, the kind who didn’t believe in the colour ‘red’ unless it was in the form of blood.

There were others, but Louis was the ‘favourite’ and he was the one the Dom liked to ‘play with’ the most. In fact, when the rescue team arrived, Louis was the one currently providing ‘service’ to the Dom.

Or

Louis, Zayn and Niall are abused subs. Liam Payne is their devoted new Guidance Counsellor who just wants to make Niall smile and hear Zayn speak. As for Louis, he knows his guidance won’t be enough to help the boy heal. No, Louis Tomlinson needs something very special and very specific. He needs Harry Styles.

#larry #larry stylinson #harry styles #louis tomlinson #fic rec #larry fic rec #one direction #1d #one direction fan fiction #larry fan fiction #larry is real #larry fic #dom/sub fic #alpha/beta/omega verse #1d fan fiction

[borhap-au]

Ben!Roger smut - a fight.

Roger generally claimed you as his girl, but the relationship could be called an open one. You knew that he’s been flirting with other girls, his groupies, when he was on tour and it was making you furious. You wanted to finally “close” just the two of you in the relationship, without other parties being involved, and with Roger being committed to you. What you didn’t know was that Roger’s childhood trauma caused him to be scared of commitment. His abusive father never taught him a proper behavior towards women, therefore he always went about by what he saw his friends doing, and they really did take the “sex, drugs and rock n’ roll” motto to extremes. He has also never met anyone who he wanted to be faithful to, and for that reason it was easy for him to cheat on his partners. That was, of course, until he met you. And man, you scared the hell out of him. He never felt such strong feelings towards anyone, never before has he experienced the butterflies in his stomach. You were everything he ever wanted, and because of that, he was scared to lose you. So, naturally, he tried to prevent you from walking away… by pushing you away. In the childish way guys tend to operate, he wanted to show you he doesn’t need you, because he doesn’t depend on you, and yet somehow he felt empty and unhappy whenever you weren’t around. He wanted to appear as the dominant figure in the relationship, the one who cares less, therefore can’t be hurt. He wasn’t hiding the fact he talked to other girls, he wanted you to be jealous, because then he felt you still cared for him. It was weird and he himself couldn’t explain it. His behavior sometimes brought to mind that of a small boy. He was mean to the girl he liked because he didn’t know how to cope with his feelings otherwise.

You were trying to bear with him for the whole time, but you finally had enough. However, you didn’t plan to break up with him, you were too big of a sucker for him to just do that and let him go. You planned something else, that was, for him to taste his own medicine.

You attended one of his concert in London, and naturally they let you come backstage without any questions, because even the crew knew you very well. You brought a friend – a guy you were never into, but Roger didn’t like when he was around you, because he was good-looking. What Roger didn’t know though was that your friend was never into you either, and you knew that for a fact. It was actually very simple – your friend was gay. However, he came out only to a few people and you weren’t the one to mistreat his trust by telling your boyfriend his secret. And now you were actually very happy that Roger didn’t know.

You were giggling, dancing with him, and touching him throughout the entire concert. Either your hand landed on his chest, or you rested your head on his shoulder, but something always had to be going on, whenever Roger looked at you two. And indeed, he did that a lot. Roger noticed you in a break between his second and third song, or more so, he heard you. You were laughing so loud he immediately knew it was you, but he stopped smiling the moment he saw who was standing next to you.

When it comes to your friend, he naturally noticed your friendly behavior, but it didn’t bother him. He liked being close with his friends, and because you often told him how you felt about Roger, he immediately realized what you were doing. It was actually quite funny to him, and he was happy to help, because he knew how many times Roger has hurt you.

Roger walked off stage completely pissed. He didn’t want to make a scene in front of everyone, because he was ashamed of his vulnerability, but everybody noticed how he walked past you without saying a word. After the concert there was an after party, and everyone attended, but Roger soon vanished. He was too annoyed to pretend he’s having fun. You followed your boyfriend back to his room.

“What are you even doing here? Go, have fun with your boy,” he muttered, not even looking in your direction. You closed the door behind you as you walked into the room, not willing to give up so easily.

“My boy? I don’t have a boy, Roger, unless you like to call yourself that,” you smiled a little ironically, as you didn’t appreciate the accusation he was throwing at you, especially since he wasn’t a saint. You really doubted he knew what ‘committed relationship’ even meant.

“I saw you back there, so no need to play games now,” you smiled under your breath, because your little game actually worked. Not that you thought Roger wouldn’t fall for it. It was his style to act before he thought things through. He was fast to judge.

“Wow, that must suck… Seeing your partner getting friendly with other people. How can someone do something so hurtful to a person they claim they care for? I have no idea,” your sarcastic tone immediately made Roger realize you were actually talking about him and his behavior towards you. He rolled his eyes, because he felt like a victim this time and he wasn’t planning to let you take the main focus off that matter by bringing up his past.

“As I noticed, you don’t seem like you mind that kind of behavior at all. You actually seemed to enjoy doing the same. So before you judge me, look at yourself,” oh, those were exactly the words you wanted to tell him. You were really done dealing with his childish and egoistic behavior, but at the same time you knew Roger wasn’t himself when he was mad. He’s done and said things he deeply regretted later, he even admitted it to you a few times. You wanted to believe deep inside he knew how much of all of this was his own fault.

“Oh, I look at myself. And not only that, I have men looking at me too. And enjoying what they see. So maybe better realize your mistakes before it’s too late,” you were actually quite proud of how eloquently you stated your mind, without calling Roger ‘less than a man’ or something similar to that just out of anger. Apparently you were much better at arguing than him, even though it felt like getting angry was his favorite hobby.

“Oh, that’s what it is about? They look at you more than I do? You feel like I’m neglecting you? Poor you, really, what a shame,” oh, you were getting more and more angry at your ignorant boyfriend. He was just never the one to admit his mistakes, but man, you knew you were perfect for each other. Of course, after Roger grows up.

“They just know better how to take care of a woman. Maybe you could actually learn something from them. Want their numbers? They could give you some tips,” oh, yes, you went there. Up ‘till this point Roger was walking around the room, but then he looked at you and you knew it finally hit home with him. He raised his brow in disbelief, not quite wanting to acknowledge you actually just said that to him.

“I don’t know how to take care of a woman? I?” he was surprisingly calm for someone in that situation, but it was only temporary. Just seconds later he came in your direction and pinned your body against the wall. Oh, you were so trying to hide a smirk. Not only did you achieve your goal, but also you were about to have crazy sex with Roger. He was an unbelievably good lover when he was driven by anger. Before you were able to respond, he added: “I will show you what a real man feels like.”

Your mind was screaming “yes, yes, yes!” as he started kissing your lips with anger, passion, and hunger typical for lovers who were apart for a very long time. You immediately responded to his kisses, as your impatient hands wandered under his shirt. He was very close to you, leaning his body on yours. Roger moved his fingers through your hair and brought you even closer. You felt his tongue in your mouth and only then you realized how much you needed to feel him like this. His hands wandered lower, to your ass, as started squeezing your rear. He was definitely an ass-man, apart from the fact he was also an ass-hole from time to time.

You got bored of trying to reach higher and fighting with his shirt, so you took it off him fast. He didn’t wait much longer to get rid of your shirt either, and was quite happy not to find another obstacle on the way – your bra. He took you on his arms and rests you against the wall to have better access to your breasts and started sucking your nipple, while you tilted your head back and moved your hands through his hair. After your nipples were both hard, wet, and ready for more, he came back to kissing your lips. Your hands wandered on his chest, privileged that you were the only one allowed to touch him like that.

After some time, you reached your hands to his trousers and unzipped them, and he didn’t want to wait any longer, so he took them off along with his underwear. He basically let them just drop to the floor, without bothering to take them off completely. Then he put your skirt up and after having some troubles with trying to take your underwear off with one hand and holding you with the other, and your underwear mischievously rolling instead of actually cooperating with him (and you trying to fight laughter), he gave up and just decided to put the part of your underwear that was covering your pussy aside.

He jerked himself a few times, then moved the tip of his cock on your labia, also stroking your clit, as you were getting wetter, and he was getting harder. When you both reached the state when neither of you could stop yourself from touching the other, he slid himself into you, and started thrusting his hips hard. Your brain wanted to explode with the sensation, as passion and anger mingled inside of both of your bodies. He massaged your breast and pet your nipple, occasionally pinching it. He also kissed and sucked your neck, so you felt like he was taking care of every sphere and you were just there to enjoy the show. He was thrusting faster and rougher, pinning you against the wall.

He really used all of the tricks that he could use on you in that moment, just to prove you a point, but because you tricked him into doing it, you were the double winner in that situation. After some time, his hand slid lower from your breast, and not long time after landed on your clit. He made small circles with his thumb on your clit, to make the sensation stronger, and you moaned so loud you felt like the entire hotel will file complaints. His movements were an reflection of how mad he was, but with time, he started to be more gentle, and his lips kissed softly your neck, without making any hickeys anymore.

You felt orgasm building up and he felt that too, but he told you “not yet” without any explanation, and you breathed heavily looking at him, trying to stop yourself from coming, and understanding what goal he had in prolonging it. Of course the purpose was only to be a little shit and not give you what you wanted just yet. He took you on his hands and went to the bathroom with you, then got in the shower with you. He then let you come, but not without letting you know it wasn’t the last one for tonight. He came outside of you, as he wasn’t wearing a condom.

He turn on a barely warm water, so you both could cool yourselves down, and when he was getting ready for the action again, he made you stand against the wall in a shower, with water running down your body, finally getting rid of your skirt and underwear. Then he started to lick your pussy, gently suck on your clit, move his finger between your labia and do everything that could be done to make you soft, wet, and ready for the action again, while you were still recovering from your last orgasm, barely being able to stand.

When he slid two fingers in you, you knew he was really ready to use every single one of this tricks that night. He moved his fingers fast, while his thumb was stroking your clit, building up your orgasm in a pace you weren’t able to do it yourself. After your second orgasm, he was ready for the action again, and made you stand with your hands on the wall, your back to him, and legs spread. Then he took you from behind, sliding into your pussy and thrusting hard, and at this point you wanted to call him all those names he liked to be called, establishing him as the dominant figure, but your mind wasn’t even able to create a sentence, as pleasure after pleasure was filling up your body. He had to hold you by your hips, so you stood exactly where he wanted you too, but you soon rested your head and elbows on the wall, grateful for how cold the wall was compared to your body temperature.

It wasn’t the last orgasm for the night, but you persuaded him to take it to the bedroom this time, so you could just lay down on the bed while he was taking care of you. After everything that happened that night, neither of you had any troubles falling asleep. In the morning you had a very tough conversation about establishing boundaries in your relationship. You both agreed to be committed and since you started to be, most of your problems disappeared, because a lot of them started with jealously. You fought a lot less, and with time, you started to become relationship goals. Roger finally opened up to you about his past, and you helped him to overcome his problems. Your relationship got rid of all of its toxicity, so you could move forward together and build each other up instead of tear each other down with every little thing. I guess sometimes one just has to fuck away the pain.

#ben hardy #roger taylor #ben hardy smut #roger taylor smut #ben!roger #bohemian rhapsody smut #ben hardy imagine #roger taylor imagine #ben hardy fanfic #roger taylor fanfic #ben hardy x reader #roger taylor x reader #ben hardy x you #roger taylor x you #ben hardy x female reader #roger taylor x female reader #long #ben hardy x y/n #roger taylor x y/n #ben!roger smut

[the-acid-pear]

Tumblr refuses to let me reblog the post again, so this is the second part of me reading the second btg book! ☺️

Still Chapter 211

Son on son violence

Chapter 212

This dude pretty cute ngl

Shit, rip

AAWW HIGH 5 🥺🥺

It's almost like they are a regular father and son 😭🥺💔

Chapter 213

Look how thigh those shirts are hehehoho 🥴

OYXITSITDITDLTD

Ooooh there goes my man Jyaku ready to kick some ASS

🥺😭💞

Baki really just forgot his mom eh, thought you were getting stronger for HER smh

Oh Jyaku vs Retsu? Nvm Jyaku i can only hope Retsu is nice w you

I like how most are like, confused over who to cheer for lmao

I know he won't make it but I'm cheering for Jyaku btw i like him more <33

Chapter 214

Love that title, can't believe Jyaku is gonna ask Retsu out 😍 /j

He really is just honest Igari

I love that he apologizes

Chapter 215

OJFOYDITDISTOTDG

HIS FACEEE THIS FUCKING CLOWN 😭😭😭

THIS IS JUST SO FUCKING FUNNY

Chapter 216

Burgir

GHZJDUDDRHD THEY ARE SOOO MAD

That smile so cute...

Jyaku is a king

Love it when Retsu throws that pose, though y'all know why

HDGSSGSGF you are coming to Japan wether you like it or not 🔫

Chapter 217

Finally Jyaku got serious too

WITH HIS TOES 😭

King is just obsessed i luv him

HEHE HAIRY LEGS

It does seem like Jyaku is trynna confess his love jfnshdshdf

Chapter 218

I remember i almost laugh cry with my dad when we saw this

His damn beard... 💔

THE HAND OF THE TRAITOR

He has a good point

They be calling my man Jyaku a masochist noooo yfjdhdgs

Chapter 219

Okay seems kinda into it <:/

Old man? He doesn't look that old Baki :/

That was so smart 🥺

Chapter 220

Retsu calm down please you are gonna break his back

Oh my god Retsu, oh my god.

He did apologize at least

Chapter 221

Damn dude be a little more gentle with him

Oh, get was picking him up, okay

FR FR

🥺🥺🥺

FARHDHDYFTH THE KINGGG

Chapter 222

I love how everyone completed him (except Yujiro but not surprising), these warriors are such a good team

I want to eat an apple too now

That was fast

I got distracted watching a vsauce react video sorry

Okay I'm glad a comment actually mentioned Sik

Chapter 223

Had to take a uh idk 5 hour break bc lights went out :/

Feet be fuming lmao

Ohhh that's a cool analysis

Chapter 224

What a good punch

That "please",,,

Poor Li man, having to see his brother DIE /j

No, Viêt Long, i have not been hit by a truck before.

Chapter 225

It's so funny how Jyaku lost bc he fought a main charac and only those win

Sad day for the Chinese citizens

Mf got tits in his back

This is gonna be so goodddd

Chapter 226

Look at the size of his tits, the slut

INSTAGRAM INFLUENCER POSE WOOO

These two are cool fighters

Chapter 227

Old man showing skin

His smile is so fucked up lmao

Chapter 228

Baki what the FUCK are you wearing?

I just remembered when Hana did a flip, that was so good

Retsu babey 🥺

I love how confused Yujiro looks

Chapter 229

Hey, i recognize that name...

Kaku just too op

Yujiro you are gonna pop your testicles if you do that with your leg

Chapter 230

God that's such a good threat

Love Retsu's confusion

Damn bitch you saying we gotta keep up w this whore cuz you were too slow? Ffs Kaku 😢

I love when you can tell someone is still hanging around just quietly by seeing their response in a comment

Chapter 231

God this just feels so good, to see Yujiro actually scared 😍

YOOO THAT'S POG

Chapter 232

I wanna finish this book and start the next one grrr

This fight is so satisfying

That last bit is so cringe but whatever that's okay

Fight so controversial comments were deactivated

Chapter 233

Itagaki hincha de boquita el más grande? 😳 /j

Okay yeah it IS just rude

Hohoooo shit getting nice

Chapter 234

This asshole lmao

Yuji-chan really went "how many times do i have to teach you this lesson, old man?!"

Mfs be doing Jojo references in the comments lol

Chapter 235

GTFO WITH THAT LOGIC RETSU IM SORRY CHINA IS LOSING BUT GET LOSTTTT AJSGAJGS

Ffs Kaku you are doomed 😢💔

Yujiro so strong my mouse disconnected

Chapter 236

Abs in his back...

Crying and shaking that is NOT true

DON'T FEED HIS EGO, KAKU

LIONS CAN BE KILLED BY TIGERS TOO!!!!

I thought Yujiro was bleeding for a second there smh

Chapter 237

OKAY YEAH IT IS HIS BLOOD ITS COMING OUT OF HIS NOSE ITS NOT MUCH BUT HE BLED

THE HEAD APPLAUSE

HE'S SO UPSET LMAOOO

Yujiro surprised is good shit

GSJDUFTHSTD

KAKU YOU LEGEND LMAO

Kaku has boyboss energy

Chapter 239

This cover almost gives me a stroke

I love how they all just shat their pants

These minor Chinese characters were so good tbh, sadly i don't think they will ever return

Don't worry Retsu, we the viewers have seen a man revive before

King i don't think any of us understands

It really is

CAN MEN IN THIS FRANCHISE JUST OPEN BOTTLES REGULARLY?!

Oh my god i though Yujiro was sitting on the air for a second i almost cry 😭

Coca cola must have paid Itagaki /j

Chapter 240

Oh so the Kaioh part takes the name, not the surname

...is Yujiro wearing a floral shirt? 😭

I LOVE THAT ENDING SO MUCH 🥺😭

Jyaku has his eyes fixated on Retsu eh, proud of having him come to Japan lmao

Chapter 241

HORRIBLE fit Baki

CHILDHOOD SAGA PART 2? 😰

Jk though i do miss Yuri 🥺

Oh hey Jr

You gonna fuck his girl, bro?

Chapter 242

So straight forward lmao

I'm starting to appreciate Baki's feminist ass every day even more

AAAA GRANDPAAA 🥺🥺💞

This page didn't allow me to call two mfs virgins smh, 1984

Chapter 243

Grandpa they shrunk you

Chapter 244

Kings idc about this

Okay true but also he's 70 dude pls... Though idk if this guy will go thru worse than Jack lmao

Such a nice lad

Chapter 245

Baki being such a feminist icon is so meaningful considering how his parents were,,,

MY MAN IS BACKKK AND AS DAPPER AS EVER

Doppo he's called Ali Jr how are you surprised?

OH MY GOD I JUST REALIZED HIS EYE PATCH HAS A PATTERN THAT'S SO COOL 🥺🥺😢💞

These men love throwing their glasses eh

Chapter 246

If only Igari and Toba had done this lol

OKAY THATS COOL I LIKE THAT

Me lo re devaluaron a mí pelado eh

HEHE OOOOH NICE 😳

Scenes that give me a boner

CHU...

Such a good callback...

Chapter 247

My man got serious, sweet

Doppo has been trying out his luck a bit too much like he's been betting with his life an uncomfortable lot like king do you need to talk? Are you okay? First asking Gouki to kill him now this like, is everything alright Doppo?

YEAH A BIT FUCKED UP TO THINK ABOUT

I love that blocking technique

OSHWOWHIWWH "gay ass Orochi, out of option so he touching dick" SHUT UPPP 😭😭💀

I really wish he got kicked in the nuts again see if he's still using his technique

Chapter 248

Poor guys thought he was bout to get murdered

A kiss? 😏 /j

When i saw this in the anime i actually thought Orochi was going to die, i was gonna get sooo angry

Chapter 249

What a way to cockblock em

Feminist icon

Jack is that the only sweater you own?

Chapter 250

I have been thinking of that scene of him eating the whole steak a lot

Jr like 🥺

Imagine being stupid enough to tease Jack like, i get he defeated two masters but they are NOTHING compared to this monster

Imagine jack just smoked some weed right there lmao

Jack needs to bite people more

Chapter 251

My shitty ass son gave me parkinson's

Jack that's not how human anatomy works what the fuck did Kureha do to your body spine?

Chapter 252

DAMN JR WHAT A FAT ASS

Looked like Jack was going for a handful

Those techniques must fuck your neck up so bad

Okay Jack you are going a bit far now don't cha think?

Chapter 253

You are tempting your luck sunny boy

Look at that, you pissed him off!

You cannot just know out jack hanma bro

HHH

This was so stupid yet, unironically, iconic

Chapter 254

Bruh i thought it said Pog 😭, ain't manslaughter poggers Mr Hanma?

OKAY THANKS JACK

Such a simp he downed that coffee cup

Grandpa put here cockblocking

Chapter 255

"no he didn't >:/"

These two masters are a pair of fucking idiots like understand this i love my grandpa and i love my man but mfs have to take the L for this one time sksgwjgshgw

Gouki bro my senses gonna shut down if you put your sucks against the dirt again OUGH sensory hell 😭

FOR FUCKING REAL JR

STOP ENABLING THE OLD MAN!! WKSGKSGSJSHDD for once I'm on Viêt's side 😭

Chapter 256

Hoho Gouki out here getting a panty shot 😳

Grandpa i love you but this was unnecessary

Chapter 257

Kozue should wear a Korn tshirt

GET HIS ASS KOZUE

OWHWLWGISGSJWG 😭😭 MF JUST STANDING THERE LIKE A FREAK I LOVE HIM BUT I HATE HIM SM!!!

Love how consistently round his hands are, king got no knuckles

HEY DONT CALL MY MAN A FREAK KOZUE

King hasn't changed his clothes ever since i see

His shoes look so nice...

OKAY OKAY HE HAS A POINT AT LEAST, HE AT LEAST ACCEPTED HE LOST BUT HE'S STILL BUTTHURT FROM IT SKSGAJGS BUT HE ADMITS IT!!

Doppo i love you but shut UPPP you lost get over it!! You are just going for the rematch bc you have the higher ground against a injured guy!!! Like Shibukawa didn't have time but you were already getting serious!! Hhhgrrrrrr doppo i love you but I'm going to bark

Hehe nvm he still hella fine... keep talking king 🥴

This was so mean of him sjsgwjwg

Chapter 258

Low-key starting to believe these two mfs plotted against Jr sjshsj

THAT FACE AKSGWJGS just 😐

If i didn't know you would get your ass handed in a plate i would be a lil mad he's planning on being that savage

He has been thru worse, sunny boy

Niceee

Tbh. I don't care anymore. Doppo is in the wrong, but GOD I'm a simp and i love seeing him fight 😍😍🥴

Yeah a comment mentioned it, we all were on Jr side until he threatened to kill Doppo Orochi like, even if not everyone here is as horny as me we all like an og fella

I also love how the prisoners really changed them all, the scars (both physical and mental) those 5 left will be remembered lol

#luly talks #btg #i ran out of space but that's good cuz im sleepy and have 3% of battery lol #i wanted to reach chapter 260 but this works #14 last episodes for tomorrow woo #baki liveblog

[nightswithkookmin]

Hello. Thank you for all your all post and analysis. I LOVE LOVE your mind. I'm new to BTS and all the skinship was confusing to me. I blame heavily edited YT videos and my own definition of what a committed relationship should look like. I have 2 small questions. 1) How can anyone resist Park Jimin? Once you Jimin you can't Jimout is real... 2) Do you see any of the other members being a temptation to JK or JM this far along in their relationship?

Woke is what you are. And you are right about most shippers making a big deal out of skinship. It can be confusing especially if you have no idea the difference between conventional shipping and alternative shipping.

Honestly, it's cute and I don't see anything wrong with that as long as that is not the basis for determining if two people are in fact LGBTQ plus and in a relationship with eachother.

Any member being a temptation? As in Jikook being attracted to any other member besides eachother?

I-

Sorry. That was a good one. Lol.

No but seriously, all the boys are handsome and attractive and have qualities that are equally legitimate and attractive. So I guess in that regard, any of them can be a temptation to Jikook?

I mean they are human...

But for anyone within the group to be deemed a threat or temptation to either of Jikook they must possess not just looks but qualities that are absent in either of Jikook that results in an emotional need that Jikook may want to look else where for the fulfillment of such said need because the other couldn't meet them.

They must be fulfilling a need that either of Jikook cannot and have not been fulfilling in each other.

I haven't seen Jimin or JK express the least sexual interest or romantic interest in any of member besides each other in that regard.

I've not seen them demand emotional fulfillment from the other members the way they demand emotional and physical fulfillment from each other either.

Whatever needs they have, they fulfill it for eachother and where the other person falls short I see them negotiating and bargaining until those needs are met.

What I mean is, Jimin wants JK to be the one to meet all his emotional, sexual needs and he often negotiates with JK till JK fulfills them. Jk does this too. Isn't that what I said had been going on between them? Jikook asserting themselves against each other?

Jk not wanting to hide their relationship, Jimin wanting the Kumbaya of the group, yadda yadda yadda?

They don't allow the others to fulfill their needs nor do they use others to fulfill their needs. Nor do I think the others can fulfill their needs. Especially when the others for the sake of the longevity of their careers would rather they hide their relationship when hiding is the last thing JK wants?

No one in the group is a temptation for JK. No one. LMHO.

They are eachother's romantic and sexual awakening as I've said several times and that I feel is sacred to them too- especially JK who is a hopeless romantic.

Jimin has said he wants the person he falls in love with to be the only one for the rest of his life- I think that's the bell that sold JK. Lol

Jimin has said his ideal partner is a cross between JK and RM- RM because of his intelligence and ability to have deeper conversations about a broader range of topics I believe.

But funny enough, RM is the one member JM has expressed the least romantic interest in. I mean did you see his face when RM bit off food and placed it back in its box? This is the same dude that ate a cake JK blew his nose on- nasty ass but only for JK. Bless him.

Then I've seen JK drool over Tae's body? I'm not talking about the new Jersey VLive where he was touching Tae's chest and biceps. No, no, no, no- this is worse.

Remember that wet photoshoot they did? Dude leggit yeeted JM out of the way so he could have a better view of Tae's wet back emerging from the pool with his wet shirt clinging to his chiseled back- if I remember correctly. It's in Taekook sexual tension edits find it.

Plus he also seem to have a fetish for RM's thighs? Chileeee. These boys are weird as fuck. Lmho.

While others may see all these and yell gay, cheater and other slurs born out of nothing but insecurity, I've been around boys enough to know it's typical of men.

We are being exposed to the intimate inner workings of male masculinity and masculine behaviors and interactions in a way most people just aren't privy to in their day to day encounters and that can be a bit confusing for most people.

Truth is men do admire each other's bodies a lot especially aspects of the male body they want to have in order to appear equally masculine and attractive.

Masculinity is the sum of traits that make men feel like a man- having a dick is not enough apparently. No shade to dicks. But men want to look a certain way, speak a certain way and appear a certain way.

JK is a man too, wants to be seen as a manly man as RM has said. So of course he is going to admire other features in other men.

But how are we going to joke about JK packing and bench pressing after Jimin admired another idol with hyperbolic masculine traits and then fail to see how Jin's broad shoulders, RM's thighs or Tae's biceps would be features JK would equally want to have too because those features are deemed attractive in typical masculine men? Something he wants to be seen as?

As a queer person I find men and this whole masculinity business exhausting. But as a girl, I admit we do it too. Big boobs, snatched waist, phat ass while being skinny- can't relate but I want it if it will get people off my back. Naa, just kidding. Y'all fat phobic bunch can kiss my ass.

Seriously though, imagine being told you are a lesbian and attracted to a girl simply because you find another's girl's nails as fab. To men that's what it is.

Women express their femininity through their looks, the hair, makeup, nails, bags, heels etc. Men do the same with their six packs, chiseled jaw, broad shoulders, Gucci belts and others too.

I think it's bizzare to associate a person's expressions of femininity or masculinity with their sexuality. It's really weird.

My point is, as strange as these things JK does may seem, they are also very typical behaviors of the Male species.

And so to me when JK is doing all that I'm not going damn he wants to jump Jin's bones, I'm thinking wow so that's a quality he wants to have too- good for Jin.

That's not to say when JK is clutching his groin region while watching JM dance that he wants to have lean muscles like Jimin too. Lol

Jikook admire eachother. But I find they admire eachother's work ethics, talents and skills rather than their expressions of masculinity. Jimin's masculinity is not exactly something JK admires or want to be nor does JM want to be JK or appear as masculine as JK.

Often if you find them checking eachother out it's because they want to jump eachother's bones. In my opinion. Bless them.

In the their earlier dynamics, before 2016, I find that was the phase they were exploring and experimenting with their sexuality in my opinion and so the lines looked a little blurry- for both of them: Jimin with his dark eyeliner, hypersexualized persona and come hither look. JK with his hyperactive alertness to judgement magnifying his inner inhibitions thus making him appear most times passive to others' sexualization of him *cough cough- if you know you know* which I feel he sometimes lowkey enjoyed and at times partook in or initiated- definition of Stock Holmes. Lmho.

Pre 2016 was wild. BTS back in the day were wild and dangerous- sneaky hormonal teenagers. Bless them. But they have since outgrown that phase and any substantive relationship post their teenage era has been formed and solidified.

Thus any sexual entanglement can and will have serious consequences on the groups dynamics so I honestly don't think they even let their minds wander there to be honest.

That being said, again they are human. But I really don't think or see them as attracted to anyone within the group besides eachother- not emotionally, not physically.

Jimin I believe is JK's ideal man and partner and I don't see anyone similar to him in any way that can be tempting for JK. There's only one Park Jimin.

Jk is equally Jimin's ideal type. I just think he thinks there's more room for improvement there and JK seems bent on doing whatever it takes to be that person for Jimin.

As for Park Jimin, we don sold our souls to an androgynous she devil. Not that I'm in a hurry to free myself. *Wink, wink.

Signed,

GOLDY

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[bangtanloverboys]

wasteland, baby // jjk

summary - others deemed jungkook cold, maybe even unreliable. his business and the safety of his family was all that really mattered to him. or at least that was, until you came into the picture. now he cant stop himself from falling for you. 

or alternately:

it's mafia au jungkook, but gay

pairing - mafia boss!jungkook x male!reader

genre - fluff, angst, smut; mafia au

word count - 17.1k

warnings - allusions of drugs, grinding, jungkook is surprisingly soft for a mafia boss, yn is so oblivious, gays moving at strange paces but what do you expect they’re gay, vmin mentioned, minor violence and injuries, use of homophobic language (faggot and queer), implied torture, yoongi tries to flirt with jimin, making out, lowkey consent kink, nipple play, daddy kink, anal fingering, fellatio, handjob, top!jungkook, bottom!reader, soft dom!jungkook, sub!reader, some dirty talk, unprotected sex (pls use condoms), creampie, aftercare, cuddling

author’s note - behold my baby, i have no idea how he got this fucking long but here he is. i worked really hard on this so i hope yall enjoy this. be gay, do crime. big big shout out to @vinterjeon for the summary ily; and big big shout out to @yoongs-jeontae @rougebangtan​ @foxybread @chelsea-chee @absoluteyoongit and everyone in the ghostie chat for helping me out with this monster ;-; 

Jungkook was in an especially sour mood tonight, the pounding of the music doing nothing to lighten his demeanor. He wanted nothing more than to return home to his estate, but he was currently in the middle of a meeting with the club owner, going about discussions on loaning the poor man some money and in return Jungkook and his men could sell their goods here. It was nothing new to Jungkook’s agenda, and frankly he should’ve just sent some men out to deal with it in his stead. But his right hand man, Namjoon, told him it was best for him to make the deal in person. Something about good impressions and needing to get out of the house. 

He sighed, listening to the man beg and plead for some extra cash. Downing the last of the whiskey he’d been nursing the past 10 minutes, he placed it on the table in front of the owner and gave him a tight smile. “You got yourself a deal. I’ll have my accountant wire you the money, expect to see more of us here.” Jungkook stood, straightening himself up as the man thanked him profusely. Giving him a curt nod, he then excused himself from the meeting and made his way out from the VIP section. “I still don’t understand why I needed to make the deal myself.” He grumbled as Namjoon caught up to him.

“Because Jungkook, you need to start solidifying your relationships with other businesses. You’ve spent so long in that damn house people are beginning to question their loyalty” He explained as they made their way down the stairs and into the main dancing area. “Besides, thought you might want to get out and I don’t know, find someone to let your frustrations out.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes. “I’ve told you before Namjoon, I’m not in the mood for a woman-” He was cut off by someone bumping into him. Quickly, he turned his head just in time to catch you facing him. 

He watched as your eyes checked him up and down. “Sorry,” you said with a smirk playing on your lips before another man with peach colored hair pulled you away, tugging you towards the bar. Jungkook stood there and kept his eyes focused on you as you ordered a fruity drink alongside your friend, both of you giggling away in your own little world.

“Perhaps you’re not in the mood for a woman,” Namjoon mused from beside him. “Maybe you want a man instead?” He raised his eyebrows at him, eliciting Jungkook to scoff at the elder. 

“I’ll be home late,” he muttered as he straightened out his jacket. He was right however, Jungkook was frustrated and needed someone to take it out on. And the way you looked at him gave him more than enough reasoning to tell him that you were more than willing to be that man. 

Namjoon gave him a slap on the shoulder as he made his way over to you at the bar. You were facing away from him, but your friend looked directly at Jungkook as he approached. Your friend whispered something in your ear before stalking off in another direction. He must’ve made you aware of his presence because soon as he was a single step away from you, you turned to face him. 

“Hello there.” You again shamelessly checked him out. Jungkook was no better, drinking in your form. You must’ve returned from dancing as your face was flushed and covered in a sheen layer of sweat, causing you to glow in the lowlighting of the club. You radiated confidence, perhaps it was spurred on by the alcohol you undoubtedly consumed tonight, but there was something just behind your eyes that he couldn’t place. And he was going to find out.

“Good evening,” he said, leaning on the bar next to you. He kept his eyes trained on you as you bit your lip and scooted closer to him. “What’s a pretty boy like you doing out here?”

“Just having a night out, what about you handsome? What are you doing?” You purred as your hand traced up the lapels of his suit jacket. He was amused as he watched your hand dance around his chest.

“Just finishing up some business. However, I’m thinking about. . . other plans,” he admitted, his hand beginning to snake around your waist. But before he could tug you in, you pushed his hand away. Jungkook barely had enough time to register what you had done before leaning forward.

“Dance with me.” Your breath was hot against his skin. Pressing a quick and teasing kiss to the shell of his ear before you pulled away, slowly making your way back to the dancefloor. Even in the low lighting of the club, Jungkook could tell your eyes had darkened since he approached you. Against his better judgement, he followed you towards the dance floor. 

The once blaringly annoying music turned into a sultry beat which had him pulling your back to his front. He heard you let out a surprised gasp but you leaned into his touch, grinding against him. Jungkook let out a soft groan as the two of you danced and moved to the beat of the music. His hands roamed the sides of your body, your own reaching behind him to mess up his hair. The more you ground your ass against him, the harder he could feel himself getting, and he knew that you could tell. 

You spun around to face him, hands now on his shoulders and tracing down against his chest. Without thinking, he placed his thigh between your legs, feeling your hard bulge against him. A strangled moan escaped past your lips as you rested your head against him. Jungkook’s hands slowly fell to your ass and started to move your hips against him. A smirk tugged on his lips as your fists closed around his suit jacket, whimpering as you worked yourself against his thigh. Jungkook lowered his face to your ear, but before he could even get a word out, your friend from earlier interrupted.

“Y/N-ieeeee!” The pink haired guy threw himself on to you and pulled you away from Jungkook. “I’m -hic- tirrred.” He slurred as he clung to you. You had a pained expression on your face, clearly not wanting to leave your friend alone. Before you could even muster out an excuse, Jungkook held up a hand to silence you. 

“It’s okay,” he said. “Perhaps another time.” The way he said it was hopeful but he knew better than seeing a random stranger again. The city was huge and it was very unlikely they’d run into each other again, especially with Jungkook’s history. You gave him a weak smile and said thanks before escorting your friend out from the dance floor and out of the club. He kept his eyes on you as you disappeared into the crowd and let out a sigh.

Fishing his phone out from his pocket, he stepped away from the hoards of people and towards the back alley exit. Away from the loud noises he quickly selected Namjoon’s number, telling him to send the car back around.

“Did you even listen to what I said?” His friend said from the other side of the line.

“I tried but we got. . . interrupted. Just hurry up alright, the music is getting annoying.” He then promptly hung up the phone. “Y/N. . . Nice name. . .”

The next morning you woke up with a splitting headache. Slowly but surely all the memories of last night came flooding back: the club, dancing, drinking, the mystery man. You let out a long groan as you covered your face with a pillow. Goddammit, did you really do that? And did you really let him get away? 

Before you could even think about getting up, Jimin burst through your door with a smile on his face. “Good morning!” For some reason Jimin could get completely wasted and still have less of a hangover than you, and you envied him for that ability as you were laying there suffering.

“Go away!” You groaned as you pulled the covers to hide away from your cheery friend. 

“Nuh uh, time to get up and start the day!” He said as he sat down on the bed and pulled the blankets away from you. “Besides you gotta tell me about Mr. Fancy-Pants from last night.”

“There’s barely anything to tell because your drunk ass wanted me to take you home!”

“Yeaaah,” Jimin scratched the back of his neck. “Sorry about that. But tell me about him. Name, age, is he sugar daddy material? He was wearing a very expensive suit to a cheap club.” 

You rolled your eyes as you sat up, the sudden movement hurting your head. You hissed as you leaned over to your bedside table and took a couple gulps from your trust water bottle. “Name unknown, age unknown, sugar daddy material maybe,” you chuckled as you recalled the handsome stranger’s face. The way his dark hair fell over his eyes, his soft kissable lips, and the small scar you could make out on his cheekbone in the dim light of the club. “But fuck was he hot. And his dick! God, his dick was big.”

“I thought you didn’t do anything?” Your roommate raised a brow at you. “And you know better than to withhold the juicy details from me.”

“Because we sadly didn’t, all we did was dance but fuck I could feel how hard he was and- Mmmm, I would’ve gotten on my knees right then and there,” you sighed, fantasizing about what could’ve been.

Jimin simply laughed at you, “Think you’ll see him again? I mean, I vaguely remember him saying something about another time?” 

To which he was right, the mysterious stranger did say another time while his voice and words said one thing, you could clearly tell in his eyes that he didn’t mean it. While it did hurt to think about, he was right. You two probably wouldn’t have had anything more than a one night stand. No matter how much you dreamed about getting to know him and learning his likes, dislikes, what he was like as a person (and in bed). It wasn’t going to happen. He knew that, so did you. 

“No. . . Probably just being polite.” You dismissed the idea, letting go of the dream of seeing him ever again. “Anyways, you make breakfast or something?”

The two of you get up and make your way to the kitchen where Jimin did indeed make breakfast for the both of you. Consisting of eggs and bacon, plus his disgusting hangover cure that you absolutely refused to know the recipe of but drank anyway. The two of you discussed what you would be doing the rest of the day, seeing how it was still early in the day and what you might do later on in the weekend. You were going to sort through orders for the bookstore you work at, while Jimin wanted to go out again in hopes of seeing your mystery man once again. 

“No Jimin, I doubt he’s there and I need to go through these orders before Monday.” To which your roommate called you lame before going back to watching his trash reality TV. You rolled your eyes at his childishness as you went through and checked the next orders that would be arriving by the time you got back in the shop. The rest of the weekend seemed to roll by without any issue, the mysterious stranger far from your mind. 

Monday eventually comes around and you’re in the bookshop organizing all the books you have. As people come in and out of the store, the more you have to reorganize the shelves and try your damndest not to lose your mind at the next entitled mother who is upset you no longer shelve Harry Potter. Currently your boss, Eugene, had abandoned you, saying he needed to go to the bank, leaving you alone at the helm. You were slightly annoyed at the poor timing as you’re about a half an hour from your lunch break. The bell above the door rings, signaling to you a new customer has arrived. Taking a deep breath to prepare yourself for whoever it may be this time. 

“Hello welcome, how may I-” You turned, a big customer service smile on your face but the words died in your throat as you laid eyes on the new arrival. Dressed in an even nicer suit (if that’s even possible), was the mysterious stranger from the club the other night.

He also appeared to remember you as a quick look of surprise flashes over his handsome face. “Hello,” he said, sounding pleasantly surprised. Was he happy to see you again? 

“I- uh, hi,” you responded, your face flushing under his gaze. The two of you stayed silent for a moment, taking in each other’s presence. You must’ve looked horrible in comparison to the last time he saw you as last time you were wearing much nicer clothes and not working under a lot of stress from a customer service job. He on the other hand looked just as good, if not even more so than the last time you saw him. Eventually the quiet staring became too much. “Uh, is there anything I can help you with?”

Panic flashed across his face. “Right! I uh. . I’m here to purchase a book.”

You waited a few seconds, waiting for him to elaborate. “A book on. . ?”

You watch as his eyes darted around frantically“I, uh. . .birds!” He exclaimed.

“Birds?” You chuckled at the way he basically announced to the world what his purchase was going to be. “Any particular bird or just birds in general?”

“Nothing in particular, just. . . birds,” he said, looking a little less confident in his answer. 

“Alright, Bird Man, if you’ll just follow me,” you teased as you moved from behind the counter and towards the non-fiction nature section of the store. With each step you could feel his eyes burning into the back of your head. Was he embarrassed? Did he not want to see you again? Thoughts seemed to be running through your head so fast that you nearly passed the bird section entirely. “Okay, uh, books on birds. Here we are, if you need anything else I’ll be-'' Before you could even step away from him, his hand encased your wrist.

“Wait- uh, what’s your opinion? On. . . these bird books. . .” You looked at the man, who seemed to be nervous, nothing like the man who practically oozed sex appeal and control from the other night. It was something you couldn’t help but find endearing. 

“Well, it depends on what the bird books are for. Are you just looking to inform yourself more about birds or are you interested in bird watching?” You asked as you turned toward the bookshelf, looking for the books for either answer so you could be ready to pull them off. 

“Bird watching, I’m. . . starting a new hobby?” He answered, sounding a bit unsure about his words.

You look at him with a raised eyebrow but then turn back to the books in front of you. “In that case, this book,” you pulled a heavier looking book off the shelf and handed it to him, “should give you all the information you need.” 

“Thank you,” he nodded as he took the book in his hands. 

“Is that all you needed today?” 

“Yes.”

“Alright then, let's ring you up.” Again in silence the two of you made your way back towards the register. Neither of you said anything unless it was related to the purchase; asking if it would be cash or card, and telling him when to swipe his card when the machine prompted him. When you saw him pull out a black card you nearly choked; you quickly made a mental note to tell Jimin that the mysterious stranger was indeed sugar daddy material. You stole a few more glances at him as you waited for the machine to process his purchase. “Thank you for shopping with us.” You said, handing him his receipt. “Hope you enjoy your new book, Mr. Bird Man.”

That got a chuckle out of him as he placed his receipt into the book. “I will, Y/N.”

The use of your name had you freeze for a second. “How do you know my name?”

“Well your friend the other night called you that and you are wearing a name tag,” he explained, gesturing to the metal clip that displayed your name for all the world to see. 

The realization had heat rushing to your cheeks. “Right, forgot about that for a second.”

“Happens to the best of us,” he goes to turn to leave the shop which has your heart dropped for a second. You know it was foolish to think that he would stay to get to know you more but clearly neither of you had hopes of seeing each other again yet here he was! In the store you worked at! That had to mean something, right? But in that split second of you feeling dread, he turned back to face you. “Sorry if this is me overstepping my boundaries, but would you like to grab coffee?”

“Yes!” You squeaked out, to which you immediately cleared your throat. “I mean, yes. I’d like that very much.” The man smiled at your eagerness, clearly happy with your response. “My lunch break is in about 20 minutes, if that’s alright with you?”

“That’s perfect actually, meet me at the coffee shop across the street?” He gestured behind his shoulder, the coffee shop that was parallel to the bookstore easily in view. “I’ll see you then.” He slowly started to turn but you grabbed his hand, you swear you saw him panic for a moment.

“Wait, I uh, I don’t know your name.”

As quick as the panic flashed in his eyes, it vanished and was replaced with warm regard. “It’s Jungkook.”

He almost couldn’t believe it. Jungkook spent the entire weekend working on collecting debts and keeping his men in check, but all that time you never left his brain. That cute guy from the club, with those fascinating eyes. Sitting there in the back of his mind. Why you never left his brain was a mystery to him, was it because you never finished what you started? Whatever the reason was, he was happy he got to see you again. 

He entered the store thinking he’ll have a quick meeting with Mr. Kang, the owner of the bookstore, about rent and paying off his debt that was owed but upon seeing you he was stunned into silence. When you started asking questions about looking for a book he panicked, he didn’t need a book. He needed to talk to your boss! Not wanting to raise any suspicion with you, he just named the first thing that came to his mind which was birds. Now he had a book on birds that he really didn’t need but he couldn’t really care as he was going to see you again.

Jungkook made his way across the street; he debated on purchasing something but decided to wait for you. He sat himself down in the corner of the coffee shop, it was secluded enough that he doubted anyone would recognize him, which should work out in his favor. He quickly sent a message to Hoseok saying he needed him to collect the money from Mr. Kang, saying that something came up and he couldn’t get it himself. All he got in response was a thumbs up emoji and then he put his phone away. 

He tapped away on the table, waiting for you to arrive. How long was 20 minutes again? Had it been that long yet? Every time he checked his watch time seemed to just slow down even more. He sighed and stared at the book that was laid out in front of him. “Might as well,” he muttered to himself as he opened the book and started to sift through the pages. Jungkook skimmed over the information on the types of birds and habitats of the local aves, mainly paying attention to the photographs and diagrams; finding those images more entertaining than the actual text.

Looking through the book helped pass the time because after a while, he heard your voice above him. “How’s the book so far?” His eyes darted up immediately to see you, still in uniform but now your name tag is off. “Sorry if I startled you.”

Jungkook stood up. “It’s no problem.” On instinct his hand shot out for you to shake, before he could cringe at his actions and retreat his hand, you took it in hand and gave a firm shake. “Please, sit.” He let go of your hand and gestured to the seat next to you. The two of you sat there for a moment, not exactly knowing what to do next. He couldn’t help but stare at you, seeming so different from the other night. Not a bad different, but he could finally place what that look was behind your eyes when he first approached you.

Innocence. 

Not childlike no, nothing of the sorts. You still seemingly had joy in your life, unlike Jungkook whose life has been surrounded by pain and violence since the day he was born. He wanted nothing more than to protect that flame of innocence, keep you safe. But he realized he couldn’t do that, he shouldn’t do that. Not in his line of work.

He could feel guilt build up in his stomach, he shouldn’t have asked you here. He should’ve left you alone. He should’ve-

“So, Jungkook,” you started. “Besides wanting to start bird watching, what else do you do?” You leaned forward on the table, fully invested as to what his answer was.

“Not many hobbies I’m afraid. . . hence why I’m looking to pick up bird watching. Learn more and have time to fill my free days, at least.” The lie seemed passable as he watched you nod in understanding.

“I get that, last weekend was my first free day in a while. Normally I’m swamped with book orders,” you chuckled nervously. “But my roommate, Jimin. He’s the one who. . . interrupted us.” He felt a smirk pull on his lips as you looked away sheepishly. “After his boyfriend had to work a double shift at the hospital, he forcibly pulled me away to go out with him.”

“Does Jimin’s boyfriend not live with you?” Jungkook asked, curious to learn more about your life.

“Tae? Oh, yeah he doesn’t. But with the amount of time he’s spent over he might as well be.” You let out a small laugh, as if it was an inside joke. “What about you? Any embarrassing friends and or roommates?”

“No, nothing embarrassing.” He watched as your face fell slightly. Fuck. “Well actually. There was this one time my friend Namjoon, we were in the middle of a business meeting. He was in charge of presenting and he took the pointer and accidentally used too much force and ended up breaking the projector screen straight through to the wall.” Thankfully the details of the meeting were strictly about company loans and not anything damming him if you knew. The story did get a good laugh out of you, and Jungkook never thought a laugh could sound so beautiful. He laughed alongside you until you calmed down a bit and acted as if to wipe tears from your eyes. 

“Oh man, I’m sorry but that’s- that’s too funny. Imagining someone in a suit just mess up that badly.” You were holding back more laughter. “I’d ask what the bill was but I think that would’ve been irrelevant. Seeing how- Nevermind.”

“No, not nevermind. What?” He leaned forward, he knew you’d possibly say something about his money and it was only a matter of time before you mentioned it. He had no doubts that was possibly part of your attraction to him, but you shying away from the topic did say something else about your character. 

He watched as you took a deep breath. “I was saying how I’d ask but, seeing how well you’re dressed I doubt it was a large sum of money to you.” 

“You’re right, it wasn’t much to us. Do you mind that?”

“I mean, I think you’re a pretty interesting guy and I’d like to get to know you more. You don’t seem to flaunt it around so no. I don’t mind.” You gave a small shrug, then you muttered a few words Jungkook didn’t seem to catch. 

“I’m sorry, what was that?” He asked, raising a brow at you.

“What was what?” You cocked your head to the side, your eyes having a playful gleam in your eyes. You wanted to play a game. He licked his lower lip and shook his head, he should’ve known you wouldn’t have gone without a fight. You wanted to play? Fine, he’ll play along. 

“I said, what was that?”

“Oh, it was nothing.” Little by little he could see the tease he remembered from the club breaking through. “Don’t worry about it.” You gave him a wink. 

“I don’t like it when pretty boys lie to me,” Jungkook mused, reaching forward to place his forefinger underneath your chin, his thumb grazing your lower lip. “I like it when pretty boys are good to me. Can you be good for me?” Before you even had time to react, his hand retreated to be folded in front of him. 

He watched as your brain processed what just happened. You stuck your tongue between your teeth in thought as your eyes dragged him up and down. He guessed before you could think about chickening out, you started leaning across the table, Jungkook stilled as you crossed into his space. He could feel your breath on his ear before you whispered. “What I said was: bring another definition to eating the rich.”

Just as quickly as you leaned forward, you pulled away. “Why you little-”

“Excuse me?” You both turned to see a barista standing awkwardly beside your table. “Are you going to order anything?”

Since the chance encounter, you and Jungkook have continued to see each other the past 3 months, agreeing to meet up every other week whenever either of you (but mostly him) weren’t busy. What you did on the dates, if you could even really call them that, always reminded you that what was between you was way different than any other relationship you’ve had before. 

At first they were small things, you’d go on walks through parks. You’d ask him how his bird watching hobby was going, which always had him feeling a little flustered; but he always responded saying that it was going well. Sometimes you’d test him, pointing to a bird and asking what type it is and you’d listen to him as he’d mutter something that was possibly right but always missed certain details. 

On the dates nothing much even happened, besides him linking arms with you. It’s not like you didn’t want anything to happen, because you definitely tried. You’d attempt brushing hands, placing a hand a bit too high on his thigh, anything to get a rouse out of him. The look in his eyes told you he wanted to go in that direction, but he never let it go that way. Giving you a stern look and pushing your hand away, before continuing what he was talking about. Alongside nothing happening between you two, you barely had an idea of a label of what to even call the type of relationship you had. Whatever the two of you were, you, or more so Jungkook, didn’t talk much about it. 

Then the dates slowly got a bit more extravagant. He once asked you if you were free for him to pick you up on a Friday evening for a surprise. This was one of the only times you’d seen him drive, all other times he asked to meet you somewhere. To now pick you up from where you lived was a step forward, wasn’t it? Whatever it was, upon entering his car, he handed you a blind fold. You gave him a strange look which had him chuckling and promising nothing weird will happen to you. Trusting him, you put on the blind fold. He asked you questions about your week as classical music softly emitted from his radio, to which you always responded the same about the bookstore and how it’s business has been getting strangely better the past few weeks, updates Jimin and Taehyung were doing, and other miniscule things that went on. When you asked him questions though, he always gave you the same response. 

“Business as usual, but it’s nothing really important.”

His job really was his life. There was one time he did let it slip that besides his work, you were the only other thing he was starting to care about and that definitely had you blushing. 

Back to the mystery date though, he parked his car and helped you out of the car, Jungkook took you by the elbow and led you towards the place. Once inside he removed the blind fold to show that he had rented out an entire aquarium for the evening! When you asked him why you couldn’t just go when there were people, he said something about liking privacy to which you could understand. You had a few more dates where he would rent out museums, greenhouse gardens, and when you asked him about any updates on his bird knowledge he took you to an aviary where he named all different types of birds.

Tonight however was a different date as it was to celebrate your birthday. While technically your birthday was last week, he felt guilty about not being there to celebrate with you so he decided that he was going to take you to a very nice restaurant and treat you.

You just finished getting dressed when Jimin knocked on your door, alerting you of his presence. He let out a low whistle when he noticed you were dressed particularly nicer than usual. “Damn bitch, where are you going tonight? The Ritz?”

You chuckled at your friend’s comment, you weren’t dressed that crazy you hoped. You were wearing white button up that was loosely tucked into your black slacks, a nice loose blazer on top with a small scarf tied around your neck to add a dash of color. “It’s not that outrageous, is it?”

“No, but it’s way nicer than anything you’ve ever worn besides our graduation,” he answered. “You better give your sugar daddy some extra sugar since he’s going all out for your birthday. Goddamn.”

“Min, I’ve told you he’s not a sugar daddy!” You laughed at your friend’s claim.

“What’s the difference? He’s spending loads of money on you, isn’t he?!”

“The difference is, it’s being spent on the dates. Not material items,” you explained as you went to your dresser to pick out some rings. “I also don’t give him any sugar, you’d know if we did anything.”

“Well not all sugar daddies want sex, sometimes it’s just company,” he countered as he walked over to you. “Stick to silver, not gold.” He took the gold band out of your grasp and back in your ring stash. 

“But that would also still require him to pay me, he doesn’t. We just hang out and talk, like you and Taehyung.” You pointed out as you slipped a couple silver rings onto your fingers. “These good?”

Jimin nodded as he looked at your hands. “Fancy restaurant for my birthday? Maybe. But Taehyung doesn’t rent out whole ass museums for me and we’ve been together for two years.”

You rolled your eyes at him as you went to your closet to pick out the shoes you wore when you met him at the club; still very nice looking but still comfortable enough to walk around. Glancing at your digital clock, the blue numbers displayed 7 o’clock. Jungkook said to meet him at the restaurant at 7:30. “I gotta get going, Jimin,” you said as you started towards the front door. 

“Alright, text me when you arrive and then when you get home? I’m spending the night at Tae’s,” Jimin said as he pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“Will do, bye!” You started towards the elevator, phone in hand as you ordered an Uber. Thankfully the wait wasn’t that long as there was a driver nearby ready to pick you up. You went to your chat room with Jungkook to text him that you were on your way. Should you send a photo as well? You’ve sent him photos of birds and some small things you knew he liked but never a selfie. Deciding not to over think it much, you took a quick selfie. Not wanting to make a fool of yourself in the Uber, you kept the camera angle low, keeping the main focus of the photo your neck and the only part of your face visible was your lips. Before you could over analyze it too much, you sent the photo and the text. You put your phone down and stared out the window for a few minutes, watching the buildings slowly get more and more upscale. You felt your phone on your lap buzz, almost too quickly you picked it up to check the notification. 

Jungkook: Cute. . . I’ll see you in a bit, pretty boy.

It wasn’t until the Uber driver looked back to check on you and asked what made you so happy when you realized you were grinning like a madman. You simply say it’s nothing, not wanting to embarrass yourself. The driver nodded and silence once again filled the car. 

Once you arrived, you thanked the driver as you walked away and took in the restaurant before you. All around you the buildings and streets were bustling with life, while as you walked towards the entrance you noticed that once again, there was no one else in the restaurant. You can’t say you aren’t surprised, but you can’t over the fact he always felt like the two of you always should be private. It was a sort of attention you never ever received from anyone else.

“You must be Mr. L/N?” The host asked you as you walked towards him. You gave him a quick nod, confirming to him your identity. “Follow me, sir. Mr. Jeon is this way.” As you followed the host, you sent a quick message to Jimin as promised saying you arrived. He responded right away with a thumbs up and you then turned off your phone and kept your eyes trained on the man in front of you.

He led you towards the center of the restaurant where Jungkook sat, scrolling through his phone with a frown on his face. Oh dear, was he in a bad mood? However the frown melted away as soon as he looked up and saw you. He put his phone away as the host seated you across from him. Whenever you went out, he was always a little bit dressed up. Normally wearing slacks and a white button up, nothing extreme. But this time he wore something a bit different, wearing a fitted grey pinstripe suit and his hair was partially swopped back. 

“Hi,” you sighed as you settled into the cushioned seat. Out of habit, you took the folded napkin from your plate and placed it over your lap. Even though nothing was being served yet, it was good to just get it out of the way. 

“How was your day so far?” Jungkook asked with a small smile pulling on his lips as he looked at you.

“It was good. Although I do admit I was a bit nervous for this dinner,” You shyly admitted, scratching at the back of your neck.

He cocked his head to the side, “Why would you be nervous?” Concern lacing his voice. 

“It’s just. . .fancy dinner for my birthday. Dressing up, it’s dumb. I’m sorry.” You waved your hand, trying to dismiss the subject but Jungkook took your other hand that’s resting on the table in his. Instantaneously, your eyes dropped to your linked hands watch as he delicately held your hand in his, then your gaze flickered up to see him staring intently at you. 

“Y/N, your feelings are valid. I’m sorry if this dinner stressed you out,” he apologized. Before you could even begin to think of a rebuttal, he spoke again. “I merely wanted to give you a treat for your birthday. Next time, we can go to someplace more. . .lowkey? If that’s the proper word for it.” The smile on his face as he told you that had butterflies fluttering in your stomach. 

“You going to buy out a McDonald’s for a night then?” You couldn’t help but crack the joke, and seeing Jungkook’s eyes crinkle at the line made it all the more hilarious to you; especially seeing how he probably would.

“Don’t tempt me,” he said as he gave your hand a quick squeeze before letting go. “Now, what are you hungry for tonight?”

You pulled open the menu and took in all the very fancy foods. Everything sounded delicious but the sight of the prices made your stomach churn. Was it really that much for a steak? You were about to say that you’ll get the cheapest thing, which was a sort of small fancy tuna sandwich when Jungkook told you not to worry about the price. 

“It’s your night Y/N, I shall spare no expense for you.”

“As soon as I tell Jimin that line, he’s really going to think you’re a sugar daddy,” you muttered as you settled on the steak you saw earlier. You knew he heard the sugar daddy line, judging by the smirk on his face. 

The host returned to take your order and the two of you talked; him continuously updating you on his growing bird knowledge and birds he’s spotted recently. Honestly when you met the man, you wouldn’t have pegged him for a bird lover yet here he is, fully embracing the hobby. As the food was served, the conversation slowed as you ate, but never ceased to be interesting. 

You were nursing a glass of champagne, telling a story from college when his phone beeped. He quickly glanced at it and you watched as his cheerful smile morphed into a sneer. The warm cheery atmosphere around the two of you grew cold and you stayed silent as he looked to you. “Do you mind if I make a quick call? I promise, it’ll be quick.”

“Yeah, of course go ahead,” you answered softly. Jungkook gave you a small smile in return, the warm aura slowly returning to the dinner. He sat up and walked over to you, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead then walked away. This was the first act of affection he’s given you since the club 3 months ago and you swear you could die a happy man right now. The action was so small, yet it was such a sweet gesture that had the butterflies in your stomach going nuts once again.

While Jungkook was on his call, you finished your steak. You sat there fiddling with the table cloth when you heard a loud “GODDAMMIT!” and glass shattering. You stood immediately to go see what the matter was but soon as you stood, one of the waiters told you to sit right back down as he rushed over to where the shout came from. From where Jungkook walked off to. 

You sat there, scared. Whatever happened couldn’t be good and this was the first time you would ever see him angry. You deep down you knew he probably wasn’t going to hurt you, but then again, you don’t really know what could happen next. He was already in a somewhat bad mood, would that have a reflection on the rest of the dinner? Would he associate whatever bad news he had on you? You keep focus on your hands that have started twisting with the napkin laid on your lap, holding back tears. Only moments later did you hear footsteps return to the table, you don’t dare to turn your head to look.

“Y/N, look at me.” His voice was soft, unlike that animalistic growl that came from his throat minutes ago. You squeezed your eyes shut, doing anything to not let him see you cry. “Y/N, look at me please.” It was then you looked up, your frightened expression there for him to see. Guilt washed over his face as he got to his knees, he reached out and took both your hands in his. “I-I don’t even have the words to describe how sorry I am for that.”

“N-No, it’s-”

“It’s not alright. This was supposed to be a celebration for you, but I ruined it with. . bad news from my business.” His hand moved from yours to gently cup your face, wiping at the tears that were starting to fall. “Please forgive me.”

Nodding. “I forgive you,” you managed to get out with a sniff. 

Jungkook leaned forward, you let your eyes flutter shut as his lips once again pressed a kiss on your forehead. “Thank you,” he whispered against his skin. He pulled away to look you in the eyes. “Would you like to continue the dinner or would you like to return home? It’s up to you.”

You pursed your lips in thought, perhaps it wasn’t too late to salvage the last of the night. “Can we stay for a little while longer?” You whispered out. Your response had Jungkook beaming.

“Yeah, we can stay a little while longer, baby,” he responded as he stood up, but instead of returning to his seat, he pulled his chair over to be next to you. “Would you like to order some dessert? They have delicious cheesecake.” 

You nodded, liking the idea of having some cheesecake. Whatever had Jungkook riled up before, seemed to have been pushed away as now he’s focusing on you and only you. Telling you about the different types of cheesecakes they have and slowly you feel the warm atmosphere return. He called over a waiter and got a slice of chocolate cheesecake for you to share. He even requested for there to be a candle on top so when it arrived, he sang happy birthday to you. His silky smooth voice had you completely captivated. Once it was time to blow out the candle and make a wish, you paused and thought for a moment. You kept your eyes trained on Jungkook before closing them and blowing out the small flame.

“What did you wish for?” He asked, pulling the candle out of the cake and handing you a fork.

“I can’t tell you or it won't come true,” you countered. “Don’t you know that?”

“But what if I’m in the business of making wishes come true?” He asked as he took a bite of the cheesecake. 

“Hmm,” you pretended to ponder before quickly dabbing your finger in the cream of the cake and wiping it on his nose. “Still no.”

“Why you little-” He muttered as he took the napkin from your lap and cleaned his nose of the sweet substance. You gave him a cheeky grin and continued eating the cake, both of you falling into a comfortable silence. 

When the two of you finished the slice, Jungkook and you walked over to the front where he pulled out his card to pay for the meal and you waited patiently for him by the door. You tried your best to hide your shock when the huge price fell from the host’s lips as Jungkook swiped his card. Meal all paid for, the two of you walked arm and arm out of the restaurant and into the cool night air. 

“Is this where we part for the night?” He turned to you, sounding a bit upset at the thought. 

“Yeah, I need to get back,” you sighed as you looked up to face him. “But I had a really good time tonight.” You smiled.

“I did too,” he returned your smile. You watched as his hand came again to cup your face, his eyes flickering from yours to your lips. He slowly started lowering his head to you, he stopped however a few centimeters away from your mouth. “Happy birthday, Y/N,” he whispered, his breath fanning against your lips. He didn’t move however, he stayed there. You moved forward to close the gap but he pulled away, maintaining the same distance away from you though. He was teasing you! You must’ve started to pout because Jungkook chuckled at you before fully closing the gap.

At first the two of you just stood there, his soft lips against yours. Ever so gently, he started to move his lips against yours. His other hand moved to cup the other side of your head, your hands now resting on his wrists. You could still taste the last bit of the chocolate cheesecake on his lips, causing you to smile into the kiss. 

It only lasted a few more seconds before the two of you pulled away for air; you smiled like an idiot and Jungkook just stared at you, the smallest of smiles pulling at his lips. He leaned forward again to lightly peck your lips again. 

“Goodnight, Y/N,” He said as his hands fell from your face.

“Goodnight,” you giggled as you walked backwards for a few steps then turned to walk towards a less busy spot for you to call an Uber. As you walk away however you hear Jungkook make a call saying something along the lines of keeping an eye on someone. Whoever that someone is, you don’t know. Maybe related to the call earlier, but you don’t dwell on it. 

Your phone took a few minutes to wake up again as you stopped at a corner, leaning against the wall of a building. You’re basking in the aftermath of the kiss, touching your lips lightly as if you feel like he’s still there. What a perfect way to end the night.

But quick as the night was over, you felt your arm get pulled down the street and into an alley. “Hey!” You called out, struggling to get away from the person who grabbed you. 

“Shut up!” The man growled as he shoved you against the wall. “What’s your business with Jeon Jungkook?”

“What?” You’re confused. What does Jungkook have anything to do with this?

“Answer me, faggot!” The man punched you straight in the gut, you doubled over. The man took the opportunity to then push you to the ground and start kicking you repeatedly. “Answer! Me! You! Fucking! Queer!” He articulated each word with another kick. Tears burned at your eyes as your attacker continued, demanding you about what Jungkook’s plans are and who else he has working for him. 

“I don’t know! I don’t know!” You sobbed, trying to turn onto your stomach, but the man stopped you by pressing his foot into your back, causing you to cry out again. He raised his foot up, you presumed to stomp down on your back. You tensed up, preparing yourself for the blow but it never came. 

At that moment, another figure tackled your attacker to the ground. The figure has him on his back and he’s being punched repeatedly to the face. You took this moment to start crawling away, to get away from your attacker and the figure. With each movement you make though it has pain shooting down your back, you choked out a sob. You didn’t want to give up but it hurt too much. The grunting of the figure punching stopped and you heard footsteps make their way over to you. 

“Please. . .don’t hurt me. . .I don’t know anything. . .” You pleaded with the shadow as it made its way over to you. But instead of demands like your attacker, a deep voice flooded your ear drums.

“Shh, it’s okay. It’s okay. You’re safe.” You turned to look up and see a man with bleached blond hair look down on you. “You’re gonna be okay,” he assured you as he moved to take you in his arms. Tears started falling freely as your savior cradled you in his arms, groaning as he got to his feet. He carried you back towards the street, a black SUV parked right on the sidewalk. You were placed in the backseat of the car. “It’ll be okay. I’ll take you to Jungkook.” The voice said as he closed the door and made his way towards the driver seat.

Jungkook. You cried harder at the mention of him. What was going on? What did that man want with him? More importantly, why did he think you had any important information? Thousands of questions were running through your head as you cried into the leather of the seat. Eventually, the adrenaline wore off and your body started to fall slack. You felt your eyelids grow heavy and you could feel yourself starting to pass out. The last image that flashed through your mind was Jungkook’s smiling face.

Jungkook was only in the car for a few minutes driving back from his estate when he saw Yoongi’s SUV speed past him on the street. Initially he thought that was odd, seeing how he asked him to trail after you just to make sure you got home safe, normally he’d never do that. He did his best to keep you safe and keep your dates with him private and discreet; renting out entire buildings so the two of you could be alone and he could keep you away from enemy eyes. But after the phone call where the Hwang family, one of his biggest rivals, stole a bunch of his product, something told him it’s better to be safe than sorry and have his guard follow you home. 

He went to grab his phone in his coat pocket, only to feel the shattered glass against his skin; remembering it was useless at the moment since he threw it into a glass case at the restaurant. It wasn’t hard for him to put two and two together and realize what had happened.

Your safety had been compromised. 

“Mr. Chung, go faster. Something’s wrong,” he ordered his driver, who promptly stepped on it and weaved through the cars on the highway. Jungkook was seething in the backseat, he shouldn’t have pulled you into this. All he saw was red and before he knew it, he was punching the roof of the car.

“Sir, you’re going to hurt yourself. Stop that!” Mr. Chung scolded him as if he was a child. But he didn’t care, he couldn’t care. He let himself get attached to you and now you were hurt because of it. He brought his fist to his lips, closing his eyes. He tried his best to think of where it could’ve gone wrong. Who could’ve seen you? How long had they been trailing after you? So many things were racing through his head as both his car and Yoongi’s finally arrived at his estate.

“What the hell happened?!” He shouted at Yoongi as he ran over the gravel driveway to where he was pulling out your limp body. 

“Fucking Hwang foot soldier,” the elder grunted as he adjusted you in his arms. He barely gave Jungkook time to look at you as he immediately started towards the house. He quickly ran ahead to open the door. “Jin! Guest room, first floor, stat!” His shouts echoed in the vast hallways as he quickly ran to the closest guest room and kicked the door open. 

It was when Yoongi laid you on the bed that he finally was able to get a good look at you. Your clothes were filthy and your hands were covered in grime; your body was slack and didn’t move, if it wasn’t for the weak rise and fall of your chest he would’ve thought you were dead. The mere idea of you being gone and him being the reason for it had his blood boiling.

Seokjin burst into the room, medical bag in hand and pushed Jungkook away to have a better look at you. “What happened?”

“Jumped in an alley. He was kicked several times in the stomach and was about to have his back stepped on.” Yoongi said as the eldest man put his bag down and started to unbutton your shirt. He took in a sharp breath as your torso was exposed to them, a large dark bruise starting to form on your side. 

He did this to you. He caused you harm. He wanted to find the scum that did this to you and break every bone in their body. He wanted to do so much harm to them but he knew none of it would have you forgive him for doing this to you. He probably won’t ever forgive himself for it. 

He kept silent as Seokjin examined your bruise, applying light pressure to it and feeling around your chest; looking for anything that could be broken or out of place. You let out a groan when he pressed on certain parts of the bruise, Jungkook had to hold himself back from crawling over to you and hold you close.

“It doesn’t seem like anything is broken,” he pulled away from you. “Maybe some bruised organs and ribs, but nothing too serious. He’s lucky.” Jungkook felt himself relax instantly at the news. “JK, undress him while I go get an ice pack from the freezer.” Seokjin told him as he walked out and towards the kitchen. 

Dejected, Jungkook moved to sit beside you on the bed. He pushed the hairs away from your eyes as you laid there unconscious. “Thank you, Yoongi,” he whispered to the elder, who was still in the room, watching you both. 

“It’s my job, boss,” he said as he made his way out of the room to give you privacy.

Sighing, Jungkook followed his medic’s orders and started to remove your clothes. He removed the scarf that was still tied loosely around your neck, grateful that whoever attacked you didn’t use that to their advantage. Folding it gently and placing it on the bedside table, he then moved to your shoes. Untying the laces and pulling them off along with your socks, setting them someplace else. Next part he definitely wasn’t looking forward to. He grimaced to himself as he started to remove the already undone shirt from your torso, flinching every time you made any sort of noise that sounded like discomfort. 

After the shirt and jacket were undone, he set those aside to fold later. He sucked in a breath as he went to undo your belt and remove your slacks, while it was necessary for him to do it and has had to do it before to those in his inner circle, but he didn’t feel right doing it. Trying not to dwell on it too much, he started shimmying the pants off your waist and down your legs. He slowed however when he got to your knees and noticed tears in the fabric. You had tried to crawl away. The thought of you on your hands and knees, trying to escape had his blood boiling. It took everything in him to not throw your clothes to the floor and storm out and after the Hwarng family for trying to use you against him. The only thing holding him back was you. You needed him.

Now that you were fully undressed, besides the boxer briefs you still had on, he could see that your knees were scraped a bit but nothing major. That was a relief to see that you weren’t hurt any more physically than what was seen on the surface. He could see you start to shiver from the cool air surrounding you. Not wanting you to freeze and let you keep some modesty, he gently pulled the covers from underneath you, trying his best to not disturb you too much. Just as he laid the blankets over you, Seokjin came back in, with an ice pack and a glass of water in hand. 

When he got to the bed, he pulled up the blanket just enough to place the ice pack on your bruise. You stiffened at the sudden cold, but you relaxed after a few moments. Resting soundly. Jungkook took this time to start folding your clothes when your pants’ pocket started vibrating. He reached in to see that your roommate Jimin was texting you furiously, asking how the dinner was, when you’d be back, but that was over 20 minutes ago now they sporadic messages where he was and if he’d gotten home yet. 

“Fuck,” he muttered as he ran his fingers through his hair. 

“What is it?” Soekjin asked as he placed the water glass and pulled a bottle of pain meds from his medicine bag on the bedside table. 

“His roommate is wondering where he is. . .” Jungkook responded, he slid to open a response to him. He quickly typed out a message, hoping to god that whatever he was saying sounded like you. 

Y/N: I actually won’t be coming home tonight, spending night with Jungkook

“Should I add a winky face?” He mumbled to himself.

“What in the hell are you writing?” The elder looked at him bewildered. 

“Nothing, just- nevermind,” he huffed as he decided against the idea, not wanting you to be mad about pretending to be you and message your friend. Almost immediately your phone blew up with more responses from Jimin, all in capitals and screaming about getting some. Jungkook scoffed at the messages before turning your phone off and setting it down. 

Seokjin sighed and patted him on the back. “He’s going to be fine, Jungkook.” He let the elder lead him towards a cushioned chair that was not too far from where you laid. “I’m taking a guess that you’re not going to leave his side, so if you’re going to stay here: at least sit down and rest. He won’t be awake for a few hours at least.”

He was right, it was only barely 11 pm, your dinner had gone on a lot longer than he originally expected so he was a bit tired, especially after seeing what had happened to you? He’d seen a lot more terrible things, sure. But this was you, the young man who blatantly checked him out, who teased him always, the man he dared might even say be in love with. The mere thought of you in danger had his head spinning. So he sat himself in the chair, yet the weight on his shoulder didn’t leave him. What was he going to do when you woke up? Would you be mad at him? Shout at him and never want to see you again? The thoughts ran rampant in his mind. God, what did you do to him?

Three months ago, he wouldn’t be freaking out so much over an attack on a civilian. But the fact that the civilian in question was you made it different. You did something to him that he possibly won’t ever explain. Three months ago, he wouldn’t be studying a birdwatching book before bed every night to impress someone.Yet he was doing that, loving watching you beam as you listened to him spout off random facts about the birds you pointed out. He wouldn’t have done that for anyone, but he did that for you. 

He was vaguely aware of Seokjin telling him to get some rest as he left the room; to which he followed suit, shutting his eyes to try and sleep. But it wasn’t for very long though because a few hours in, his eyes shot open to sounds of low groans. He sat up straight to see you rolling on your side, hand stretched out for the glass of water. He practically flew from his seat over to you. “Hey, hey, hey.” He went to help usher you to sit up, he took the glass for you and held it up to your lips. You gulped down on the water, it pooled at the corner of your lips, dribbling down your chin and onto the bed sheet. When you pulled away from the glass you immediately collapsed back onto the pillow, tears in your eyes once again. “It’s okay. I’m here. I’m here.” He ran his hands through your hair, in an attempt to soothe you as you cried into the pillow. 

The two of you stayed that way for a while, until your sobs turned into sniffles. “What happened?” You don’t bother looking up at him, keeping your eyes focused on the glass of water.

“I’ll tell you in the morning, you need more sleep.” Jungkook continued to stroke your head, right now you were still very fragile and weak. He wouldn’t know how you’d respond to startling news right now, so the best option was to just wait until morning.

Being told this didn’t sit right with you as your eyes moved to him, your gaze hardening. “No, tell me now.” You demanded, if it weren’t for the circumstances he might’ve thought the defiance was cute but that wasn’t the case.

“Y/N, in the morning. I promise I’ll tell you everything in the morning. Please” His voice was on the edge of breaking. You were already so hurt because of him, he didn’t want you to hurt anymore. Not right now at least.

“Okay,” you respond, your voice small. “Can I have some of that though?” You point to the bottle of pain medication on the side table. Nodding, he pulls two of the pain pills out and hands them to you. You leaned up on your elbow, but he can tell the movement causes you pain as you winced, but you popped the pills in your mouth and held your hand out for the water. He handed you the glass, only taking a few gulps this time before handing it back to him to set down.

“Get some sleep now.” He leaned down to press a kiss to your cheek. “I’ll be here in the morning.” As he was going to move to sit back up, your hand latched onto his wrist. Looking back at you, his heart broke again as he saw the scared look etched onto your face. 

“Can you stay here though, next to me?” He smiled at you and nodded, going over to drag the chair over to you. Seated once again, he took your hand in his and pressed a kiss to your knuckles.

“I’ll be right here,” he whispered, watching you close your eyes as you laid against the pillow. There he sat watching you as you peacefully slept. He felt his eyelids grow heavy as the night continued on. With a yawn, he laid his head on the side of the bed, closing his eyes, drifting off to sleep.

Two weeks. That’s how long it’s been since you were attacked and Jungkook told you the reason why you were attacked. Because of him. Because he was in the mafia.

When you woke up the morning after you were alone. You barely had time to even take in any details before your brain caught up with the pain that shot through your torso. The pain reminds you of what happened: the date, the kiss, the attack, your blond savior, Jungkook- Jungkook! You immediately sat up, biting through the pain of your gut. Before you could even do anything else, the door to the room swung open. You watched as a tall man with dark hair walked in with a tray of food in his hands.

“Oh, you’re awake.” He sounded genuinely surprised at the notion as he walked over to the bed where you laid. He walked so quickly he caused a small breeze to hit you, the cool air brushing against your skin- Wait your skin? You glanced down to suddenly be aware that you weren’t wearing the clothes you wore last night. With the stranger in the room, you immediately took the satin sheet that pooled at your waist up to at least give yourself some semblance of privacy. 

“Who are you? Where am I?” You croaked, your voice groggy from sleep and the amount of crying you did. 

“My name is Jin, I’m a friend of Jungkook. You’re at his estate,” he answered as he placed the tray next to you on the bed. “Thought you might be hungry when you woke up, although I thought that wouldn’t be for a few more hours-”

“Where’s Jungkook?” You cut him off, you remembered last night he said he would tell you what was going on. It was at that moment, somewhere off in the house a loud scream was heard and you stiffened.

“He’s. . .busy at the moment. . .” Jin smiled at you, no doubt in an attempt to keep you calm, only it did the opposite, making you even more anxious. You were practically naked in a place you don’t know, with a man you don’t know, and someone in the house was being tortured. “I can go get him if you want?”

Your body acted on its own accord and nodded, to which Jin said he’ll be right back and told you to eat some of the food. Once he left the room, you let the sheet fall back down with a sigh. Turning your attention to the food tray, you take in what was offered. There was a fresh glass of orange juice, a couple slices of buttered toast, then a small bowl of peach slices. Something itched at the back of your brain, telling you that it could be poisoned but that wouldn’t make sense. The way Jungkook acted last night. . . he wouldn’t do that, you trusted him. Fork in hand, you take a stab at a peach slide and bring it to your lips. Letting the sweet fruit dance dance along your tongue.  You silently nibbled at the food for a few minutes when the door opened again and there’s disheveled Jungkook. He’s wearing the clothes he wore from last night, only they’re wrinkled from sleep. But what caught you off guard is the rag in his hands, wiping away red substance from his hands. Blood.

He’s silent as he placed the rag on the dresser as he slowly made his way over to you on the bed. “How are you feeling?” His eyes are locked on your torso, you followed his gaze and finally saw the cause of your pain. There’s a large bruise on the side of your stomach where your attacker kicked you repeatedly. Quickly, you took the sheet again and covered yourself. 

“Fine,” you shallowly answered. 

Jungkook slowly approached the bed, trying his best not to startle you with any quick actions. Jin must’ve told him you heard the scream so he was acting extra precautious. You didn’t move as he seated himself beside you, watching him as he gently moved the tray down toward the foot of the bed. Neither of you said anything, only studying each other. Your eyes dragged him up and down; his hair was a mess, there were bags under his eyes, and when your eyes fell on his knuckles you sucked in a breath. They were bruised, and lightly stained with blood but there were no open cuts. Meaning that it wasn’t his blood. You don’t know if that made you feel better or worse.

“I-,” he broke the silence first. He squeezed his eyes shut, like he was trying to search for the right words to explain what was going on. “I’m sorry.”

“What do you-”

“I dragged you into my business and I shouldn’t have done that and I’m sorry. I thought I could keep you safe, but I couldn’t. If you hate me-”

“Jungkook!” You put your hands on his face, forcing him to look at you. He leaned into your touch, placing his hand over yours. “What is going on? What happened?”

He took a deep breath, taking in the feeling of your hands on his face for one more second before removing them but not letting them go. “I’m head of the Jeon Family mafia.” 

You stiffened, you’ve heard your boss mutter something about owing money to a family, always rushing off. One thing that always stood out in your memory was him always muttering something about a Mr. Jeon. Was Jungkook. . .him? Suddenly things started to make sense about him. The constant want for privacy, him not going into details about his business. . . God you were so stupid not to notice it sooner!

“The man who attacked you last night was a foot soldier from a rival family sent to spy on me. Unfortunately, they caught wind of you being my-” he stopped himself before he let himself finish what he was calling you. His what? “They caught wind of you and I, and thought to use you against me to gain intel.” His eyes never left your face, he was waiting for a reaction. 

“Who was the man that saved me?” You were curious as to how he knew you and how you were connected to Jungkook, seeing how he clearly knew who you were. 

“Yoongi, he’s my. . .lieutenant of sorts. The call I got at the dinner was related to some. . . bad news connected to them and I asked him to watch you to make sure you got home safe. I promise that was the one and only time I had you followed.” He squeezed your hands, his eyes pleading with you. Before you could even think of responding, he went off again. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have approached you at the club. I shouldn’t have asked you for coffee. I shouldn’t have kept you around, but I just- I wanted you in my life. I can’t excuse that.”

You sat silently as he rambled on, processing every word he said. Your mind was running at a million miles an hour. You don’t know what to even really think anymore. You’d think Jungkook didn’t care for you or your safety, but the way he watched over you last night and the way he’s acting right now, clearly pointed in the direction saying otherwise. The dates he had planned were always careful and calculated, wanting to ensure you were okay and away from a connection with him. 

Then there was the matter of your feelings for him. You felt something for him. Something strong and you didn’t want to admit it yet, at least not yet and especially not right now. You were scared and rightfully so. 

“If you never want to see me again, I understand. I can ensure a new life for you, far away from here. You’ll be safe and away from me and all my business. I promise, just say the word.” You looked back up to him as he laid out his offer. A witness protection of sorts. With you already being caught with a connection with the Jeon family, you couldn’t go back to your life. That was the only way to 100% guarantee you were safe, the offer should’ve been very attractive but at the same time you didn’t want it? You thought of Jimin and Taehyung, your job, your boss, then Jungkook. Jungkook had so quickly become a part of your life and even though the information he told you should have you running for the hills but you and your stupid attatchments to people held you back. 

“Can I. . .” Jungkook’s eyes widened as his grip on your hands grew tighter. “Can I think about it?”

“Yeah, yeah.” His voice started out as a whisper but then was back to his normal tone. “Yeah, you can think about it.” He leaned forward, probably to press a kiss to your forward but stopped when you stiffened. “Sorry, I- I shouldn’t have done that.” He released your hands as he got back up. 

You gave him a meek nod as he walked back out of the room. 

“I uh, if you’re going to think about it, would you be alright if you stayed here? I don’t know if they know where you live, so staying here is the easiest way I can confirm your safety. . .” The lightness of his tone makes it seem less serious than it should be but you understand the severity of what he’s saying.

“Yeah, okay.” You agreed, to which he gave you a quick smile before leaving the room.

Since then you’ve barely left the Jeon family mansion, mainly because of Jungkook wanting to keep you safe but another reason was so Seokjin, who you later learned was his medic and friend, could also keep an eye on you as you healed from your attack. He was a rather pleasant guy to be around, always checking in on you since Jungkook has started to keep a distance from you. While you understood why, to let you think, it still hurt. You only saw him occasionally when he got home, he’d ask you about what you did today before excusing himself to his room, far away from the downstairs guest room. 

You kept in contact with Jimin; you hated lying to him but it was necessary for his safety as well as yours. When you didn’t come back the next night, he furiously texted you asking if you were okay or in trouble. You saw that Jungkook already texted him that night to appease him but after so long he grew impatient. It was Jin’s suggestion to tell your roommate that you were now on a surprise vacation with Jungkook; Jimin at first had a hard time believing you but decided to trust your word for it. 

Slowly your bruise started to heal and you were able to move around with little to no pain, it was now when you started getting cabin fever. You needed to get out of the house. You proposed the idea to Jin at first, seeing as to how he might think you’re ready to move around outside. While he did agree that you had healed enough to go out, he wasn’t sure if you could and it was up to Jungkook. 

You were able to last a few days longer before you grew too antsy and marched yourself up to his study. It was late at night so you doubted he was making any deals or business calls. Taking a deep breath, you knocked on the door twice.

“Come in,” he answered from the otherside. Opening the door slowly, you watched as Jungkook turned in from his desk to see you peeking out from behind the door. “Y/N!” He stood abruptly, hitting his knee against his desk. “Ow fuck- what can- what can I do for you?”

You chuckled lightly at his nervousness, finding it slightly endearing. “I uh, wanted to ask if it would be okay if I went out to meet with Jimin possibly?” You tugged on the ends of the shirt you were wearing; clothes Jungkook had gotten from your apartment when Jimin was out one day. 

You watched in silence as he prodded his tongue in his cheek. “Yes, but I’d want Yoongi to escort you there and back. For your safety.” 

You nodded at his condition, if he was going to reject your question that would’ve been one of your pleading options; for someone to come along with. “Thank you.” You gave him a smile as you started backing out of the room.

“Wait- is, is that all?” He wanted to know if you were going to accept his offer or not, since you still had yet to tell him. You’d avoid any type of conversation on the topic, you didn’t want to even think about it yet. Not while you were still healing and that was another reason as to why you wanted to see Jimin. You needed to see your best friend again before you made any decision. 

“I’m still thinking,” you responded. His face fell as he nodded, only saying a quick okay before sitting back down. You glanced quickly over on his desk to notice that he was reading the bird watching book still. You smiled to yourself as you closed the door. “Good night”

Back in your room, you texted Jimin saying that you’ll be back home the day after tomorrow and wanted to meet up. He was ecstatic that you were finally coming home and agreed to meet you at your favorite coffee shop, not understanding why you couldn’t just meet him back at the apartment but was mainly happy that he finally was able to see you again. The following morning you told Jungkook when you planned to meet and said he’ll have Yoongi knock on your door when it was time to leave. 

You had said 3:30 but Yoongi knocked on your door at 2:45, telling you that you’d be leaving in 15 minutes since it took a while for the drive to get to the coffee shop. That reminded you how far away you were from the rest of the world and other life, only seeing Jungkook and the members of his inner circle. Once you were dressed and ready, you stepped out of the house and into the bright sunlight. 

“You coming or what?” Yoongi’s deep voice pulled you from your thoughts, you let out a soft apology as you walked over to the SUV and climbed into the backseat. Yoongi didn’t talk much the entire drive and you realized that quickly after you were properly introduced to him. The two of you sat in silence, the only noise was some rap music that was playing on low volume. He was a man of mystery, you thought to yourself. 

When you got close enough to the shop you sent Jimin a text saying you were almost there; like the man he is, he responded right away saying he was already there and had ordered your drink for you. You should’ve seen that coming but it still brought a smile to your face.

Car parked, Yoongi walked right behind you as you entered the cafe (“Do you have to follow right behind me?” “Direct orders to not let you leave my sight”). Spotting Jimin, you gave him a wave as you walked over to where he was sitting.

“Y/N-ie!!! I missed you!” He called out as he got up to hug you.

“I missed you Minnie!” You winced as he hugged you a bit tight, while Seokjin said you were good to move about, the yellowing bruise still hurt when pressure was applied. He pulled away and took you in. You doubted you looked any different, but you were happy to see him. 

“So . . . who is your friend?” He asked, eyeing Yoongi suspiciously. 

“Jimin, this is-”

“I’m Min Yoongi.” He held out his hand for your friend to take, a small smirk pulling on his lips. “I’m Jungkook’s driver, he asked me to give him a ride for the day.”

“Park Jimin,” your friend responded, not bothering to shake his hand. “Do you mind if we have some privacy?”

He put his hands up in defense. “Alright, I’ll be over by the door. Tell me when you’re ready to go.” With that, he left the two of you alone.

��You’re not coming back home?” Jimin asked you as you sat down. “Y/N, are you being held against your will?” He lowered his voice, his eyes glancing back at Yoongi.

“No no no no.” You stopped your friend from causing a scene. “I’m good, I’m fine just. . .  Jungkook has a bunch of things still planned and wants me to stay a while longer with him.” The lie kills you, but it’s what you got to say. You can’t involve him in this tangled web. 

The statement caught Jimin off guard, “Wait, is he like. . . in love with you?”

You wanted to chuckle at the notion. “Love? No, I don’t think so. He’s-he’s not like that. He just likes me, that's all.”

“Y/N, the man took you on vacation and wants you to stay longer at his place. . .I think that’s the L word.” You hated how in the lie that made sense and you wanted to cry. When did your life become such a mess? Why couldn’t it be as simple as the lie, you and Jungkook being stupidly in love and going on long vacations to nowhere. 

“No, just. Just moving at our pace.” You tried to wave it off, taking a sip of the strawberry lemonade Jimin ordered for you. 

“But you love him, don’t you?” The statement had you nearly do a spit take. 

“Excuse me?!”

“Y/N, I’ve known you since we were in highschool. I know when you’re in love” He rolled his eyes at you. “Jungkook has been doting on you like crazy the past few months; I remind you, he’s rented out whole buildings for dates with you. Fancy dinner, now vacations? You wouldn’t have allowed that if you didn’t at least love him. And he loves you back.”

You were stunned into silence, did you love Jungkook? You did admit to yourself that you may have cared for him a bit too much to let him go, but did that qualify as love? Then him being in love with you, he did express true remorse for putting you in danger. Not to mention he offered to give you a whole new life at the snap of his fingers. Was that love? 

The question just itched at the back of your mind the entire rest of your time with Jimin, catching up with him and how Taehyung was doing. Apparently the two of them were thinking about adopting a dog together, looking at breeds and going to shelters. You were so happy for them and talked about how you couldn’t wait to meet their dog and dog sit while they’re out on dates. 

After a couple hours the two of you got tired, and realized it was time to part ways. You excused yourself to go to the bathroom before leaving. As you walked away though, you could swear you saw Yoongi in the corner of his eye get up and move towards your table. What was that man doing?

As you were washing your hands, you stared at yourself in the mirror. Jimin’s words echoing in your head. You love him. . .and he loves you back. You think back to before, how he would smile at you. He hung on your every word. Hell, the way he stayed by your side when you first arrived at his estate. Did he love you?

The question bounced around in your head as you walked out of the bathroom and saw the strangest scene before you. Yoongi was sitting in your seat, leaning over the table and Jimin sat back with his arms crossed. 

“While that sounds cool and all, I have a boyfriend,” Jimin said with the fakest smile you’ve ever seen him wear.

“He can join us,” Yoongi said with a growing smirk. The way Jimin’s eyes looked like they were about ready to pop out of his skull would’ve been funny if you hadn’t known that he doesn’t like to be flirted with by anyone outside of Taehyung; meaning you had to diffuse the situation fast.

“Hey, ready to go!” You interjected quickly. “Thank you so much, Min.” 

“Of course! Anything for you!” His sour face instantly brightened as he stood up to give you another hug. “I don’t know where Jungkook found him, but he’s a freak and needs to be put on a leash,” he whispered in your ear before he pulled away.

You snickered at the comment as you bid your friend goodbye. Yoongi gave Jimin a wink before parting ways officially. “You are shameless.” You sighed as you walked back to his car.

“He was cute, what can I say?” He chuckled as he climbed into the driver's seat. “Buckle up.” 

You scrolled through your phone, looking through pictures and your social media feeds as you just sat there in thought. Occasionally looking out the window to watch the cityscape turn to fancier residential properties. By the time you got back to the Jeon home, it was nearly sundown. You said goodbye to Yoongi and went back to your room.

Falling onto the bed, you just stare at the ceiling. After seeing Jimin today, you felt a bit better but only more questions bubbled around in your head. About Jungkook, about you, then the offer. Were you closer to a decision? Could you manage the rest of your life not seeing your best friend? Could you live with yourself letting him and your loved ones believe that you died? Your body seemed to have answers already because before you knew it, you were sitting up. 

You let your body lead you out of your room, up the stairs and down the hall until you got to Jungkook’s room. There you stood for a few moments. You were really going to do this. You raised your hand to knock on the door but before your knuckles touched the wood, it swung open. Jungkook, clearly shocked to see you standing in front of his room.

“I- Y/N, what are you doing?” His voice laced with concern as he stood there. He was dressed in his usual button down and slacks, you never really saw him wear anything else. Not that you really ever saw him in anything else. Did he even have any other normal clothes, you wondered. It was at that moment you realized he was still staring at you, waiting for a response.

“Can I come in?”

Without missing a beat, he stepped aside. “Of course.” You gave him a nod, stepping into his room. His room was large but he kept it simple and clean, the only thing that seemed to be out of order was his unmade king sized bed. “What can I do for you?”

Turning to face him, you immediately blurt out. “I came to a decision.”

You watch as the man visibly stiffen as you made your announcement. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, his shoulders relaxing; like he was finally accepting the inevitable “Okay, I’ll talk to Namjoon about arranging an accident, Hoseok will get you new papers-”

“Jungkook.”

He continued to ramble, as he pulled his phone out of his pocket and started to type furiously. “It’ll take a few days to find a. . .body similar to yours, but that’s no matter-” 

“Jungkook!” You shouted, trying to catch his attention.

“What?” His eyes widened like a deer in headlights. 

“I. . .” You started, oh boy you didn’t think of anything to say. “I don’t want to go.”

“What?” His voice was just barely above a whisper. “But, your safety, the Hwang family they’ll-”

“Will you keep me safe?” You asked him, taking a step toward him and placing your hand over the one that held his phone.

The question had his gaze immediately harded. “I’ll do anything to keep you safe, Y/N. I promise you that. I-” He tossed his phone to the carpeted floor to take your hands in his. “I care about you so much, I won’t let anyone ever hurt you again.”

You could feel your heart swell at his words; tears brimming your eyes, you pulled your hand away to cup his cheek. “Then I’m staying.” As soon as the words left your mouth, you watched Jungkook as his steely gaze soften and he let out a sound that’s a mix of a sigh of relief and a cry for you. With his free hand, he pulled you in by your waist and immediately you reciprocated, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

“Thank you, thank you.” He repeated those words as he held you tight.

“Jungkook, bruise! Bruise!” You tapped at his shoulder, trying to get him to let go as you squirmed against him. 

“Shit, sorry!” He loosened his grip on you, chuckling lightly. 

“It’s alright,” you smiled at him. He lifted his hand up to your face, cupping your cheek. It was then you realized that you’re crying. 

“If you don’t mind me asking,” he started as he wiped a tear away from your eye. “What made you stay?”

“Well, I thought of Jimin and Taehyung. How I’d never see them again and they’d think I’d be dead for the rest of their lives. I thought about my job and all my favorite spots here. Then I thought about you.” You admitted, your eyes not leaving him.

“Me?” His eyes widened, stunned that he was part of the equation.

“Jimin said something that helped me realize that. . .I love you.” Your confession had Jungkook freeze for a split second, before him moving his hand to the back of your neck and pulling your mouth to his.

His lips are just as soft as you remembered, you gently moved your lips against his, savoring his scent as you wrapped your arms around him. He held you close as he possibly could without hurting you, his hand threading into the hair at the back of your neck, tugging on it lightly. The action has you moaning ever so lightly against Jungkook’s mouth. He took the opportunity to slip his tongue past your lips, gently massaging yours with his.

“Say it again,” he groaned into the kiss. 

“I love you,” you complied. From the kiss to the confession, you feel the world like your stomach is doing the vault for the gold medal. As Jungkook reconnected his mouth with yours, he slowly started walking you backward. When your knees hit the back of the bed, they buckled and you tumbled onto the bed with Jungkook on top of you. 

His hands moved to prop himself up above your head, caging you in. “Is this alright?” He asked, watching you for any sign of rejection or discomfort. 

“Mhmm,” you nodded as you raised your face to his, eager to kiss him again. However he pulled back and tutted at you.

“No, I need to hear words pretty boy.” The use of the nickname sends shivers down your spine. “Yes or no.”

“Yes. Kiss me again. Please,” you whined, craving his lips on yours once again.

“Needy baby,” he taunted you, but he did lower his head to yours to meet your lips with a kiss. The two of you make out for a few more moments when you start pulling at the buttons of his shirt. “No.” He pulled away, eliciting another whine from you. “Let me take care of you first, let Daddy take care of you.”

You died right then and there, you swear by it. You died and went to heaven right at that very moment. In the arms of the man you loved, telling you to let him take care of you. You nodded at him, he gestured for you to move up the bed. Once your in the middle of the bed, Jungkook crawled over you, pressing kisses to your jawline and neck. His hands were pulling on the ends of your shirt. “Sit up, pretty boy,” He whispered against your ear. You started to lean up, as he pulled the T-shirt off of your torso. You laid back down as he started peppering kisses to your collar bones, sometimes stalling to leave a purple mark, claiming you as his. 

When his mouth reached your nipple, you could feel him smirk against it as you squirmed beneath him. He pressed light kisses around it, before wrapping his lips around it. More moans fell from your lips and you bucked up into Jungkook above you. Your hands flew to his hair, knotting up his dark locks. His tongue flicked against the hardening bud while his free hand pinched and rolled at your other neglected nipple. Pulling away, he blew lightly against the puckered flesh. Then continued his journey down south.

He stopped however when he reached the yellow-green contusion that’s haunting your side. You still as he traced his fingers over and around the bruise, he pressed a light kiss to it. Mumbling some words as his trail of kisses got lower and lower. He stopped right at your belt buckle before looking up. “May I?”

“Yes. . .please yes!” You didn't even realize how hard you are until he started to relieve the pressure from your jeans. He tugged your pants and boxers off, your erection gently slapping your stomach as it’s freed. You watched helplessly as he tossed your jeans somewhere else in the room and he looked at your cock hungrily. 

“Does my pretty boy want my mouth? Hmm? Does he?” He tutted as he took you in his hand, giving you a light squeeze.

“Yes! Please! I want your mouth!” You sobbed out as he gave you a few teasing pumps.

“Yes what?” He smirked at you as he lowered his head, you could feel his hot breath on your tip. 

“Yes, Daddy!” You cried out, his thumb grazing over your slit to smeer the pre-cum that collected. 

“Good boy,” he growled as he took you into his mouth. Pleasure overwhelmed your body as Jungkook ran his tongue along the underside of your length, then sucking on the tip, causing you to buck wildly into his mouth. “Nuh uh, patience baby.” He scolded as he took a hand and applied pressure to your hips, keeping you in place. With his free hand, he let his hand travel lower as he peppered kisses around the base of your cock. His digits lightly traced around the ring of muscles. You felt his eyes on you, before he even asked the question you nodded your head and sigh out a yes. “I didn’t say anything? What do you want, pretty boy?”

You merely pouted at his taunt, moving your hips to try and give him the idea but he pulled his hand away.

“No, tell Daddy what you want,” he teased as he moved off of the bed and toward his dresser, pulling open a drawer and shuffling around in it.

“Fingers! Please! I want your fingers!” You cried as he pulled out a bottle of lube, you watched as he smirks at you. Back on the bed, he opened the bottle, applying an appropriate amount of lube to his fingers. You’re silent as he brought his pointer back toward your ring, applying the smallest amount of pressure. “Pleeeaase,” You drowned out, wanting nothing more than for him to stretch you out for him.

“As you wish.” His finger slid in and you let out a sigh of relief, happy that you were somewhat filled. You relaxed as he worked his finger in and out of you, slowly adding more as he continued fingering you. As he stretched you out, he lowered his mouth back to your cock pressing kisses along the veins. He eventually got his way down to your balls, prodding at them with his tongue. You swear you could cum like that and you were about to until Jungkook pressed one last kiss to the base of your cock before moving away, taking his fingers out too.

You watched him as he stood up from the bed once again and stripped from his clothing. Your mouth dried as he removed his shirt, revealing his taut muscles. He smirked at you as you watched him, captivated as he moved. You didn’t think your mouth could get any drier as he pulled his slacks down, his thick cock bouncing as it was released from his fabric prison. 

“You like what you see, baby?” He asked, obviously loving how enthralled you are with his impressive length. You nodded subconsciously as he sat back down on the bed, laying amongst the pillows. He patted his lap, a silent order which you quickly followed. Scrambling over to him across the large bed, straddling his thighs. “You ready for my cock, pretty boy?”

You nodded furiously at his question. “Yes, god please yes!” You begged, your hands grasping onto his shoulders.

“You wanna get my cock ready baby? Wanna get it nice and wet to fuck you?” He questioned you. 

“Mmhmm! Please I wanna get it ready please please please,” you plead with him, to which he just chuckled at your eagerness.

He took your hand and held it out, bottle of lube in the other, he squeezed lube onto your fingers. His eyes flashed down to his length before back to yours, you get the silent order to get to work. He’s heavy in your hand, your slippery fingers easily gliding up and down his cock. He leaned back against the pillows, letting out a low groan as you jerked him off. You watched his face the entire time, completely fascinated with the way his face contorted in pleasure as you worked him up and down, giving him the occasional squeeze.

Jungkook stopped you from speeding up though, before you even had the chance to pout he shut you up. “Don’t you want Daddy’s cum inside you?”

When that statement was said, all bets were off. You quickly moved your head to kiss him, taking him by surprise. For a second you think he’d punish you for acting without asking or being told to do it, but he seemed to let it slide as his hands moved around your waist, settling just before your ass.

“You ready, Y/N?” He asked you, looking you dead in the eye. 

“Yes Jungkookie.” The nickname slipping past your lips. “I’m ready.”

He gave you a toothy grin before bringing your lips back to his in a softer kiss. As you kissed, he started moving your hips against him, forcing you to grind into his erection. Getting the message, you lifted your ass up a bit, giving him space to position himself at your entrance. He kept his eyes trained on you, but before he could lower you himself, you sank yourself down on his cock. The both of you groan in unison as you completely sheath him within you. 

“Fuck- Daddy!” You whimpered as you tried to adjust to his size. Your eyes are screwed shut but you can still feel his eyes drinking you in, looking so fucked out on his cock. After a few minutes, you started to roll your hips against him. You started at a leisurely slow pace but you could tell that Jungkook was starting to grow antsy. Bucking his hips each time you grinded down on him. When he had enough, he stilled your hips, his fingers gripping you so tight you swear you’d have bruises, and he wildly started fucking up into you.

“God, you’re so tight, fuck.” He moaned as he flipped you onto your back, his hips pistoning into you at a fast pace. “God, I love your ass- Fuck. That feel good, pretty boy? You like my cock stuffing your tight ass?”

“Mhmm I love your cock, Daddy! I only want your cock!” You could feel yourself get closer and closer to cumming, and with Jungkook’s thrusts getting sloppier you knew he was too. “God fuck, I’m close! Harder please!” You cried out, you dug your nails into his shoulders.

One of his hands left your hips and he wrapped it around your cock, pumping it wildly. “Come on baby. Come on my cock. You can do it,” he whispered in your ear, pulling on your earlobe with his teeth.

With one last flick of his wrist, you feel your gut tighten and you let out a loud moan. Cum spurts out of out, painting your chest with your essence as. He helped you ride through your orgasm, whispering praises all while still fucking into you like no tomorrow. Then he let out a low groan, his hips still as you feel him paint your insides white. He took a few more shallow thrusts before collapsing on top of you. Your chest was heaving as Jungkook laid his head in the crook of your neck, he didn’t bother pulling out just yet. The two of you laid there catching your breath.

Soon enough the stickiness became too much and Jungkook slipped his softened cock out of you. He watched as some of his cum started seeping out of you, he took his finger and started gathering it up and pushing it back in again. You whined at the stimulation, but didn’t bother moving. 

You felt him lay down next to you, turning your head to face him. You see him staring at you with a big goofy grin on his face. Before you could ask him what grinning like the Cheshire Cat, he pressed a kiss to your head and sat up, walking over to his bathroom. You admired his cute butt as he bent down to open up a cabinet and pull out a hand towel. He wet it and brought it back over to you. You shivered at the cool washcloth as he wiped down your stomach and then your ass, cleaning up any bits that might’ve seeped out again. He wiped his own chest down, wiping away the smears of your cum that was on his chest. He dropped the dirty towel, saying he’ll pick it up later, then walked over to his light switch and the room went dark, only the moon illuminating the room from the open window.

Jungkook made his way back to bed and pulled down the covers, you follow suit. Both of you snuggled under the blankets, he pulled you close to his chest, pressing a kiss to your forehead, then your nose, then your lips. 

“I love you,” he murmured against your lips. 

“I love you too,” you replied, snuggling closer into him, embracing the warmth he’s giving off despite the heat of the room. Whatever happened next between the two of you, you don’t know and you don’t care. All you cared about was Jungkook in your life and you know he wants the same with you. You closed your eyes and listened to both of your heartbeats; beating at the same time, at the same pace. 

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