#I'm not even sure if they were supposed to be part of the final art or if someone just forgot to hide that layer before exporting

[dear-kumari]

I refreshed my memory of the VLD comics today and … boy, the art was really struggling by the end there, huh? Honestly, the one issue of Voltron Force I read had much higher production value than the last volume of this series.

#Kumari comments #Voltron #Voltron: Legendary Defender #Voltron Force #I mean I really don't know where to start #all three volumes have coloring issues but this one ends the series on Allura's big gray face #there are effects and textures in some pages that approach V3D quality #The most pervasive issue are the weird secondary outlines all over the art which seem to be indicating where the shading or highlight goes #but the colorist ignores most of them throughout the volume and it looks even worse when they do follow them #I'm not even sure if they were supposed to be part of the final art or if someone just forgot to hide that layer before exporting #great stuff. maybe I should buy those VF comics #Kumari abuses the tagging system

[essenteez]

𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 choi san 18+

"if i'm the bad wolf, you have to the moon. cause no one makes me howl the way your body does."

"The release came too fast, too powerful. The pleasure seemed to be ruining. It made you subconsciously try to push him away, to slow his actions down but no use. He was unmoved. And at that moment, you realized the meaning behind his name “mountain”. It wasn't just a name. It was a warning."

☾ synopsis : ever since your boyfriend has gotten his new tattoo - beautiful moon phases climbing up his spine - you always fail to keep your composure when looking at it. it draws you to touch it, drag your fingers, nails, tongue... however, the worst mistake you made was letting san see your poor self-control. now, he makes sure to always use his new card in this game of "who gives up first."

☾ pairing : san x f!reader

☾ genre : smut, one-shot

☾ warnings : explicit language, teasing, ass slapping, unprotected sex, thigh riding, fingering, commands, dick riding, big size, f! struggles to take it, mirror sex, back scratches, missionary, rough sex, penetration, breeding.

☾ words : 4k

NOTE : When I saw his back and the tattoo during mama performance, trust me, the sounds I made were inhuman. I will never recover from this. The power he bias wrecked me that moment should be studied :,) this piece is my ode to this tattoo

You failed yet again.

The temptation painted your sight in red while your willpower was at its lowest. In crushing defeat; saying goodnight to your dignity, you reached out your hand and dragged your finger down your boyfriend's naked spine.

You gulped quietly at San’s defined back muscles, now tensing under the touch of your sharp acrylic nail.

You began tracking the lines of his new tattoo. The moon cycle. Nine separate arts spread from his neck down to his slim waist. The work was beautifully done, impressive, and constantly begging you to touch it.

“You're really a fan of my latest whim.” He purred leisurely, stretching like a cat on the bed.

“Whim?” You chuckled. “You planned this tattoo for months.”

San looked so relaxed, laying on his belly as if he was waiting for a massage service. But you had a better idea.

The book you initially wanted to read was finally tossed aside. Positive reviews really made you curious. The plan for this evening was to indulge in the literature and find out if the recommendations were not bullshit.

But then your boyfriend decided to visit you in the late hours just to take off his shirt and spread his whole body on your bed. Apparently, he was tired after dance practice, so he quickly took a shower and went straight to your apartment.

Yeah, right. You had known him for years, and you knew how tired San looked like. The San that was now laying beside you had a lot of energy to spend. And there was no dance practice on Fridays.

“Not true! At first, it was supposed to be drawn only for the awards, you know, part of the lore? But I really liked how it looked. And the decision to make it real was sudden!"

“Fine.” You smiled at his cute indignation. “I'm happy that it's real, actually.”

“Why is that?”

His head rested on his hands, facing away from the spot where you sat. You used that opportunity of being out of his sight and of his guard being down.

The wickest giggle escaped your chords, “Cause now I can do this.”

You leaned over his lower back, right beyond the first tattoo of waning crescent moon. He twitched at the touch of your tongue, shamelessly climbing up his bare spine.

“Fuuuck, baby.” He whined somewhat relieved, as if he waited for that exact move of yours.

Not caring that you probably danced to his tune, you were now making your way back down with slow and juicy kisses. San’s whole body began waving at the tingling sensation. His body temperature rose rapidly. You could feel it through the thin skin of your lips.

Every single tattoo had its lines carefully traced with your tongue and then adorned with an invisible mark of your mouth. San was yours, all yours to enjoy.

Your boyfriend loved it with every fiber of his body. You could tell by the way he subconsciously hummed the melody of pure bliss. You could see it by how his sun kissed skin covered with goosebumps and how his body rose and fell from deeper and faster breathing.

You repeated the route a few times before reaching for his neck to bury your face in it. Inhaling his intoxicating smell; a mixture of soap, shampoo, and pheromones, you caused your own mind to spin.

Touching, kissing, and smelling that man was enough to make the muscles around your entrance grow tighter. You felt yourself getting incredibly wet.

“Baby…” He gasped when your teeth softly grabbed his earlobe.

His desperate pleas made you inhale sharply. You would have given him the heads of his enemies just to hear him whimper like that again.

“Hmm?”

“Promise you won't leave me grinding my dick onto your sheets like that.” Oh, his needy whines were truly to die for.

Your eyes wandered down his glistening spine right onto his shaply bottom. Slight circling movements of his hips made the cockiest smile crawl onto your mouth.

“So impatient.” You hummed.

His plump asscheeks had your head in the whirl. You needed that ass moving like that between your legs. Your cunt cried sweet tears when your head filled with the vision of San using his trained pelvis to thrust his way inside you.

You groaned in his ear, pleased at the sound that his sin worthy cheek made at the abrupt contact with your hand.

“You little shhhhit.” He hissed in full arousal at the sudden surprise and now the prickling skin.

“Oh apologies, my moon prince.” You pouted with fake guilt. To ease his abused ass, you grabbed a handful of his flesh and gave it a proper massage.

Using this opportunity, you pushed him more and more against the mattress, and you went back to teasing his neck, ear, and temple.

“Moon prin…ah fuuck.” He had no chance to ask you to elaborate on his new nickname. The new, deepened friction between his hardening cock and your satin sheets sent electric waves up his body. It reached all his nerves, which woke up just to act stupid from all the delightful stimulations.

San shifted his head to your side. The pillow traces on his cheek made you want to kiss it. But you focused on his hazy eyes and parted lips, drying up from needness.

“You're cruel, you know?” He whispered.

You laid down next to him, face to face. Obsessed, your hand never let go of his ass, groping and squeezing the plum. You stopped pushing his pelvis down. However, San kept grinding, now deeper and more aggressive.

“Look who's talking.” You teasingly licked his lips. “I had plans for this evening but you stormed into my room, exposing your beautiful chest, broad shoulders and slutty waist while wearing these black thin shorts.”

His smirk said it all.

“You're well aware that the outlines of your thighs are enough to make me drip, yet here you are.” You scoffed in frustration. ”And now that damn tattoo…”

San shifted to lay on the side, chest against chest with you. You were pulled closer to him by having your waist embraced by his strong arm, the other slid under your head to stop you from leaving.

You had no chance to react when your night dress got pulled up your hips. In a brutal way, your thong got ripped off you. There was not a chance to say anything since he immediately pushed his knee between your rubbing thighs.

“You're right.” He chuckled, feeding on your loud gasps. “I just love to see you struggle to contain yourself around me.”

San didn't have to do anything to have you grind on his thigh. You craved his touch, from the softest to cruelest, all over and inside your body

“San, ah.” You whimpered into his lips as you felt him purposely tensing up his muscles underneath you. The enhanced lines rubbed against you, making every cell in your body vibrate.

You put your hands flat on his chest. His heart beat so fast, chasing the pace of your pulse resonating in your head. No language could ever explain how much you needed him. Only your eyes could show him. Only your heat, wetness could make him feel it, and you were absolutely soaked, so much you heard squelched noises getting louder with every grind. Your shame was gone. All that mattered was a release granted to you by this beautiful man.

Your lips were brushing, noses rubbing, you breathed each other's air. The teasing, who gives up first and kisses the other, built up the tension to the point it was palpable. But the need to indulge in your taste made San lose the duel.

At first, he gently bit on your lower lip as if it was a fruit, and he wanted to see if it was ripe enough to be fully devoured.

“Pure sweetness.” He murmured with a low tone.

The moment your lips interlocked, San became braver with his actions. He stroked his hardness against your soft womb but it was your taste, scent, your closeness, the way your eyes shone and your pussy called for him that brought him to the edge of losing control. He swallowed your moans and let go only when you couldn't catch a breath from the crushing bliss.

“You're so loveable, (y/n).” He spoke as much as his own problems with breathing allowed him to. He was so hard it almost hurt, and you were so… “So touchable, irresistible. And so damn fuckable.”

“San-” You were close. His arm around your waist tightened, resulting in him fully controlling the speed of your movements.

“You'll be a good girl for me, won't you?” He growled into your lips. “I also planned this evening, you know. To pump you full, to the brim. To sit you down on my cock and watch you struggle to take it. I need that tattoo scratched with your nails. You hear me?”

The ecstasy chased you, but it was his words that tipped the scale. The fog covered your sight, and the sensation made your head fall back.

“Let's prepare you for the ride, shall we?”

San made a space between your drained folds and his wet, sticky thigh, and he slid his hand. His two digits found your entrance without a problem. Feeling them entering you, switching from stimulating your clit to pushing your sweet spot, you were done.

“Oh fuck, fuck yes.” You cried, banging at his broad chest.

San lips attached to your exposed neck, sucking, nibbling on the sensitive skin. That did not disturb him to finger you as his life depended on it.

The release came too fast, too powerful. The pleasure seemed to be ruining. It made you subconsciously try to push him away, to slow his actions down but no use. He was unmoved. And at that moment, you realized the meaning behind his name “mountain”. It wasn't just a name. It was a warning.

And you moaned that name, whined it while tossing and turning in the arms of its owner.

“Hmmm yeeees. Cum for me… cum cum cum cum.” He led you right into the void of madness.

Waves of pure bliss hit you one after another. He pushed you slightly onto your back and hovered above you. His fingers kept reentering your walls ruthlessly. The pace fastened. San needed to fuck the last ounce of orgasm out of you. He had to see you desperate for more. And you gave that to him, you gave it all.

When your trembling began to fade, he finally withdrew his long fingers. They left your slit with a pop sound as your walls did not want to let them go.

“Mmmm, so satisfying.” He cooed with a smug look on his face.

You were soaked, dripping down on your freshly changed sheets. Only San could bring you to the state like that. Only he was able to work you out.

And he knew it too well. That was why he savored your taste on his tongue each time, collecting your essence from his digits as a reward. This was his ritual with you, and he felt like pulling the knife at any man who would try to take his place.

It was a little embarrassing to cum this hard from a foreplay. He could see it in your face. Oh, he would enjoy holding it against you later, then having you challenge him just so he could prove you the point yet again. Perhaps you wouldn't be this defeated with another man. And that thought alone stroked his ego in all the right directions. The cruel prince had awakened.

While he let you catch a breath, he sat down and took care of his shorts all wet from you and his own precum. They landed next to the shreds that once was a thong.

Nonchalantly, San went back to tower over your recovering body.

“Such a good, good girl you are, (y/n). You make me want to brag about you everywhere I go.” He focused on your lips. “And I think I will. You deserve a big kiss, baby.”

You quietly sobbed at another touch of his lips on yours. San grabbed your jaw to keep you in place so he can fully immerse in you. You grabbed onto him. Arms around his shoulders, legs embracing his waist.

“More.” You whispered weakly, breaking the kiss. “Please.”

With a merciful smirk, San embraced and secured your back. He had no trouble picking you up and sitting down with you in his arms.

“It's your call, baby.” He gently kissed your neck. “I'm all yours.”

It was your turn to move.

His cock deliciously throbbed between your legs, hard and swollen, tip tinted purple. San was more than ready. His eyes demanded you ride him until you were both sweaty messes. He clearly told you what he planned for tonight.

You gave him a few slow strokes and massaged his peak, which he awarded you for with impatient curses. Depending on the position, his length as well as width could be too much for you sometimes.

But you, adjusting to his size, was what he lived for. The tight embrace of your wall required a lot of self-control to not combust immediately. You were a challenge he would never fail to accept.

You raised your hips, teasingly sliding his tip up and down your slit. You trembled anytime it brushed your entrance.

“I know you can take it.” He encouraged you with this annoying amusement in his voice. Oh, how weak you were for this arrogant man.

Placing his hands on your thighs, he gently caressed them, drawing soothing circles with his thumbs. San began to watch the show as you welcomed him inside.

“Of fuck.” You hissed at the stretch. Supporting yourself on his shoulders didn't help. You sucked him in on your own.

The air abruptly left his lungs as your pussy graced his manhood with the first silkiest hug tonight. He wanted to act tough, intimidating with his cocky smile, but you felt like heaven.

San fought hard. You whetted his big appetite. He wished he had taken the matters in his hands, but he couldn't just pin it to you. Also, where was the fun in that? He preferred to watch you cry and struggle as he sunk deeper inside your warmth, inch by inch, without mercy.

“Shit, you're sooo tight.” He gasped out at how you began working on suck him dry.

Possessed with pleasure, San waited until you got more comfortable with his size. And the moment he felt you loosened and the relief ghosted your face, he knew he could push into you fully.

You shook on your whole body when he moved his hips up and finally reached his goal.

“Ruude.” You whimpered, feeling absolutely intoxicated all stuffed like that.

While you tried to gather your thoughts, San released your breasts from the night dress and buried his face in their plush. He inhaled the pure scent of your bare skin. You smelled sweet and spicy, exactly like your personality.

“You know me. I like being rude.” He smirked. “And I know you. You like it too.”

He was right. The struggle was real, but even that provided you with indescribable bliss. And now, when you engulfed him fully, the satisfaction was out the roof.

San firmly put his hands on your hips and moved them without a word of warning.

Waves of delight washed upon you when his tip swept over your sweet spot, “Waaait, I- ne-ed to aah!”

But he didn't listen. He couldn't stop, not with you taking him so well, not when you were dripping all over his thighs.

Under his control, you felt him reach new depths with every grind. Setting the pace, he didn't need to lead you anymore. The fullness you felt was driving you crazy. You put your head on his shoulder, hands on his back, and you rode him, deep and starving.

“If I'm your moon prince. Then what does that make you? My moon?” He asked out of nowhere as if he wasn’t just penetrating the deepest corners of your womanhood and making you lose your senses.

You couldn't answer. You could not form a single word.

“Hmm?” He was stubborn, despite swallowing his own moans. “Are you my moon?”

You mumbled something. The force his dick rubbed on your sweet spot took away your ability to think, let alone speak. You felt every beat in his veins. But San needed you to play along.

A juicy smack landed on your ass, “Are you?”

You mustered a little will to answer his demands, “Ye-es.”

He kissed your collar bone gently, which clashed with the treatment you received somewhere else.

“Then let me howl at you the whole night.”

With these words, his arms embraced your waist and shifted your whole weight onto himself. You were lifted up a little bit, enough so he had space to pound on you as freely as he could.

San began claiming you, rough and madly. His hips moved underneath you while his eyes studied every emotion on your face.

“Look at yourself.” He breathed out. “Look how cute you are, melting around my dick like that.”

Ah, yes. The mirror in front of your bed.

San never failed to remind you about it when you were getting intimate. He never failed to use it as a tool.

You didn't hang it there to watch yourself getting demolished. There was really no other place in your room to put this big mirror you bought on a very beneficial sale. But ever since you brought San in your apartment, the reflection stopped being associated with only checking your appearance.

You raised your half shut eyes at your face. You stared at how pathetic you were and how much you didn't care about it. You watched your features contorted in delight when San reached deeper and now was hitting your cervix unforgivably. You heard your own cries from the power, tears rolling down your cheeks. It felt so good, unearthly good.

The moment the frequency of your walls’ spasm grew, he sat you down on his cock again, burying his whole face in your neck. Now both your bodies rocked back and forth.

“It's too much.” You pinned your nails into his back and dragged them against his skin.

San cursed between hisses, making you look at the marks you just made. There was no blood, but the lines were getting bright red.

The was something about the way his wide back muscles moved while holding you tight, fucking you mindlessly. You focused on the tattoo that started it all. It worked on you like a flame on a moth. Every little thing pushed you closer and closer to the point of breaking. The way his body felt under your touch, how it moved with one goal - to have you scream.

He smelled like a late summer day, despite the outside weather being cold. The sweet sound he moaned into your ear made your whole existence buzz.

“I can't hold it anymore.” You informed him breathlessly. “I'm about to cum. But I can't…I can't…”

That position, despite allowing him to penetrate you the deepest, tended to exhaust you. San could tell it, by the way your movements slowed down compared to your need for release. Gladly, he had more strength than enough to take care of you.

He, himself, needed you to sob his name as he took you like an animal. San had nothing against slow, passionate sex but with you, it was simply impossible. You occupied his mind every second of the day. There were many nights he spent alone due to tours and busy schedules, sleepless nights, spent on quietly moaning out your name as his drenched cock throbbed in his hand. So when he finally had you in his arms, he let all the hunger out. San couldn't get enough of you. Calling it addiction would've been an understatement. You were his object of worship.

With the sudden overflow of motivation, he effortlessly changed your position that would allow him to give his goddess the finish she deserved. Your weakening body was laid down on its back. His pride did not slide out of you, even for a moment.

“Baby...” You called for him, but all you received was a glance, a momentary view of his eyes that were like the ones of a wild wolf.

San pulled your hips up to fuck you in the most suitable angle. His firm grasp kept you in place. The next goal was to set the pace that was going to have you cumming in seconds.

His elastic pelvis graced you with powerful yet skillful thrusts. His tip attacked your sensitive center, not letting it rest. You got even wetter, slicker to the point he didn't feel when he was going in and out of you.

“San, I'm…” You gasped, not able to make a sound. The control over your body belonged to San.

You broke beneath him.

The extreme heat accumulated in your abdomen exploded, flooding you from head to toes. Your sight blurred, heart pounded in your chest. The loud cries from the indescribable pleasure overcame any other sound in the room. There was no way to stop the severe trembling. It was too much. He was too much for your fragile, sensitive body to handle all this differently. You shattered into small pieces around him. And you would do it again and again.

San leaned above you with his hands on both sides of your head. You saw the sweat dripping down his neck and chest, and it drove you insane.

“My balls prepared a nice load for my moon.” He grunted with trouble. “And you will take it all. Every drop.”

His command, like a charm, had your cramping walls grab onto the base of his cock, their fast pulse forcely ripped the orgasm out of him.

“Ah fuck, fuck, fuck fuck!” He whined, shooting his rich load inside you. You accepted his throbs and spasms like a reward, with pure bliss.

San took his time, sliding in and out, painting your walls in white with his essence. Loud curses and moans leaving his throat were a reminder that you absolutely belonged to him.

“Fuck baby, the way you tighten around me when you cum...” He groaned, melting over the satisfying sensation. “Paradise.”

You embraced him with so much appreciation and love when he laid on you, forbidding him from exiting you.

He looked at your closed eyes and their teary corners. He studied your parted lips that he wanted to kiss constantly. You were so perfect, all wasted like that.

To calm you both down, he leaned to the side and began caressing your neck with lazy smooches. Your quiet, adorable little moans in response to his affection made the blood rush in his veins again.

“More.” He whispered desperately in your ear. “I need…more.”

He paid closer attention to your bare breasts. They called for him, bouncing slightly as he began to move his hips in circles. Your erected buds hardened, caught in his skillful lips. Body decided for you. It yearned for him once more.

“Baby…” You entangled your fingers in his black hair, feeling him slowly thickening inside you.

“There is still so much I wanna do to you. I'm so horny for you, baby.” His raspy, sultry tone was enough to make your pussy flutter. And he felt that with every ounce of his being. There was no better feeling than your desire for him.

The art on his back crossed your spinning mind. You found the culprit of this insatiability.

“Damn you, tattoo.” You giggled. “I really wanted to read that book tonight.”

He lined up his face with yours and gave you that well-known, disarming smile with dimples that had you and all his fans go weak in the knees.

Little did you know, the tattoo you were now cursing wasn't his "latest whim". The moment he saw your eyes shine at the drawn one, he immediately decided to have it forever engraved on his skin. Now San had his own little trick to keep your full attention on no one else but him.

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[elusivecagedmockingbird]

Untitled

[jungkook x reader]

"You wanna know about art? When the class president starts touching my face on darkened street corners, and talking about my eyes, there's a word for it. There's an entire movement in the 20's—it's called surreal."

Or THE popular fuckboy in your campus suddenly signs up as the figure model to one of your extracurricular activities and starts showing his interest in you.

A/N: I'm not sure where I went with this. Thus, untitled. I'm not even sure where this falls in the tags. But, enjoy!

-

Jungkook is at odds with himself.

Part of him wants to leave and forget about this stupid idea. He doesn't know what compelled him to listen to Jin. What exactly does the old man know about dating anyway? As far as he knows, he's never seen him with the same girl, so maybe he should have reached out to Namjoon instead.

The other part is hyping himself up. In about a few minutes, you’ll be coming through those doors. Besides, it would be too late to back out now. He chugs his bottled water as if he were thirsty. Jungkook thinks he'll pass out from anxiety. If not that, then from how warm it is inside this garage turned makeshift studio.

He feels the beads of sweat trickle down his back and pits.

This is not good.

The class is about to start and he'll be stripping down to his boxers and he's all sweaty. Thinking about that uneventful possibility, makes him sweat more.

Fuck.

He notices someone walk towards the corner he has been hiding in. Judging by how good-looking his face is and the vintage clothing he wears, Jungkook surmises this must be the Senior organizing this art class. Taeyong? Taehyun?

Ah, Taehyung, he remembers.

"You're Jungkook, right?"

Jungkook only nods as a response. His dry throat keeps him from speaking, afraid he squeaks out a reply and embarrasses himself more.

Thankfully, the other man is kind enough to not assume his silence as being standoffish.

"Nervous, huh?" Taehyung smirks, but Jungkook doesn't feel like he's being provoked. Rather, it actually calms him—at least the idea that it must be a common occurrence for models to exude this much anxiety that it's the first question people assume.

"That obvious, huh?" A dry chuckle following. "Do all models get nervous on their first time?" Jungkook finally finds his voice. Albeit, a bit meek for someone with a strong commanding aura.

Taehyung smiles and nods. "More than you expect. Which is understandable. Jin hyung told me you're doing this to learn more about art?"

No, he isn't, he internally protests. He doesn't know what Jin told Taehyung, but the real reason he's here on a Sunday, as a supposed 'volunteer' model for a drawing class is because of you.

The rest, he let Jin fill it out.

But of course, he wouldn't divulge those. So, Jungkook clears his throat before responding with a meek 'yes' as he shoots his empty water bottle in the can, making a clanging noise. He smiles sheepishly at the circled crowd whose attention he caught. He cringes at how much he's going out of his way to act cool. He's never this way, and yet, he wants to make sure you witness him with his best foot forward today.

Jungkook sways on the balls on his feet, taking in the space when he sees you—just as you were hooking your bag in your chair.

Goddamn, you're pretty. He's watching you laugh with another girl stationed near your spot as you lay out your tools on your table.

"Ready when you are." Taehyung breaks him out of his trance, and he replies with a sheepish nod—pretending he wasn't caught staring at you.

Jungkook starts by taking off his shoes, then his leather jacket. He unbuttons his pants and the thought that you would be looking at his crotch makes him blush. He shamelessly imagines you and him as Jack and Rose in that sketching scene. But before he can pull his jeans down, a booming baritone voice hollers at him.

Taehyung hurries towards him. "What the fuck are you doing?"

Jungkook freezes at the sudden aggression. His mouth puckers open and close like a fish coming up for air, as he struggles to come up with a reply.

Taehyung tilts his head and assesses the young man with a pout. "Did Seokjin not tell you this isn't a nude class? We just need you to strip to your shirt and jeans," Taehyung clarifies in a whisper.

Embarrassment floods Jungkook and he sputters out an apology. He silently curses himself between nervous laughs and incoherent words of what seemed to be apologies. Shy doe eyes peeps at you and the confused and scandalized look painted on your face makes him want to get swallowed by the ground and never reappear in front of you ever again.

You must think he’s some kind of a creep or worse, a flasher. With a big exhale, he tries to set aside the embarrassment and go through this. It's already bad enough that his nerves and recent embarrassment made a sweat stain on his shirt.

Not long after, Jungkook stands in the middle of the circle of easels. It actually isn't bad, he thinks. Most of the time, he's staring at wood stands and the occasional heads peeking out of the canvas.

You're on his side, so he can only see you through his peripheral vision. Even so, he can already visualize the vein popping on your forehead when you concentrate—just one of the things he adores on your face.

That afternoon, Jungkook finds out he likes the thought of you paying this much attention and focus on him, instead of the other way around.

He holds his growing smile at bay.

-

The hour-long class went quicker than Jungkook wanted. He takes his time picking up his jacket and pretends to search for something in his bag as he waits for you to pack up. But, you never rise from your seat.

It takes Taehyung tapping your shoulder to bring you out of your world. "You still get tomorrow, Y/N," he hears Taehyung remind you before walking around the room, checking progress.

Jungkook didn't mean to eavesdrop more, but when you stood up and followed Taehyung, he couldn't help but tune in to your conversation.

"I need a little more time to fix a few edges. Can I just extend for a while? I'll clean up the supplies room." You plead, voice kept low as if you're making an illegal trade with Taehyung.

Jungkook hears the older man sigh and call your name softly. "You still have tomorrow to work on it, and the next few days. Plus, I can't suddenly ask the model to stay just for you."

You whine petulantly like a child and Jungkook wonders if he can make you whine under different situations. Perhaps, under hi—

"He can go. I just need—"

The moment he makes out your reply, Jungkook was quick to cut you off and offer his time. "I can stay for a while."

Both you and Taehyung turn your heads to face the man who looks like a deer caught in the headlights, but he might as well have been. Your glowered confused eyes stare into him. "I-if you want," he stutters, so he tries to salvage his image with an obviously feigned nonchalant shrug.

Taehyung holds back his laugh but the sudden expulsion of air from his nose wasn't amiss, earning a side eye from you.

"No need," you answer with finality. "You get paid by the hour, right? I can't pay you and—"

"You don't have to pay me. I'm offering." Jungkook internally winces at how quick he was in offering himself. But if he were being honest, he would stay in this shoddy garage all night, through the blazing summer heat, as long as it's time spent with you.

Is it a crime that he's quick to take an opportunity when it has presented itself?

He thinks abso-fucking-lutely not.

Your eyebrows furrow, the 'I wasn't done talking' death glare you directed at Jungkook has him shift awkwardly on his foot and look everywhere else but at you.

"Still, I'd get in trouble for requesting more time, anyway. Can't have other students think Taehyung here has favorites." You press and it chips a bit of his confidence. It was obvious you didn't want him to stay. If he keeps insisting, you might think he's creepy.

Jungkook didn't want to seem too pushy anyway, and so, lets out a defeated "Oh.." and nods. His round eyes making it easy to see his dismay as it curves downwards a little at the sides.

"I wouldn't worry about that," Taehyung intervenes. The older man was amused as he watched Jungkook flounder around you, he also knows how oblivious and dismissive you are of guys like Jungkook to a fault. And so, he helps.

Ah, young love, Taehyung muses. "Just make sure to clean up and lock up after." He tosses the keys to you, but you make no movement of catching it, letting the keys hit your chest and fall to the ground.

Now your glare is directed towards your sunbaenim. "On second thought, I'm wrapping it up for tonight then." You head towards your easel to pack up your stuff.

Taehyung sighs.

He tells Jungkook to wait a bit and pick up the keys as he follows after you, calling your name.

“Just take the guy's offer to help. He’s trying to learn more about art, too,” he whispers, arms crossing across his chest. "Isn't this the piece you're submitting with your application? I know that head of yours will run nonstop if you don't finish what you intended to do tonight." Taehyung nudges you with a smile and softly jabs his pointer finger to your temple, making you chuckle with a pout. You shoo his hand away from your face and he knows he got you to stay.

This Jungkook kid owes him, Taehyung thinks.

However, from where Jungkook stands, he sees you breaking out the cutest smile at Taehyung. His eyes even going bigger at what he believes is an affectionate touch to your face when Taehyung boops your forehead.

Is that even ethical or something, he wonders irately. Taehyung isn't much older but given that he's your sunbaenim, Jungkook thinks he shouldn't be doing that. Or even be standing close to you. He's currently throwing imaginary lasers at Taehyung's back when you both turn to him and he immediately unsquints his eyes.

"Jungkook, do you still want to stay?" Taehyung shouts at the young man.

Yes.

A hundred times yes. He's a lovesick loyal puppy and if you ask him to bark, he'll bark for you.

Jungkook nods enthusiastically and rushes closer to where you stand, eager to wedge himself between you and Taehyung.

-

"Jungkook," you sigh his name tiredly. "I really need you to stop moving your head. Is there something more interesting behind me?" The question was rhetorical, but you're starting to wonder what he keeps on staring at behind you that you turn your head, only to be greeted with a wall filled with hanged canvases.

You hear him mumble out a you with a smirk, but was quick to cover it up with a sorry. This guy think he was slick.

Jungkook turns his head to assume his supposed pose. His eyes still filled with mirth. And he lasts about four minutes before his head starts turning towards you. Again.

You throw your head forward with an exhausted groan. This was a mistake. You're growing more frustrated by the minute. Maybe you should call it a night.

Looking back up at your model, you tell him he can leave.

Jungkook breaks his stance then quickly poses as he quickly persuades you. "No, I'll stay still. Look," he promises and follows through quickly by holding the pose.

"No, I'm just really too tired for tonight. Thank you for staying a bit longer." You busy yourself by grabbing at your stuff, cleaning pencil shards here and there to keep the lurking unease.

You can't have a breakdown here again, you admonish yourself. And it's going to feel worse after, if Jungkook's here to see it happen. You keep your head down while your hands wipe the charcoal dust on the table.

You hear footsteps nearing you, and you pray to whoever listens that he's not actually coming closer. He calls your name, his voice close and soft. You hum in response, head still hung low, refusing to face him.

Jungkook sees you rubbing an eraser at a blank surface and purses his lips. He finally got the chance to spend time with you and he was hoping to break the ice and get closer to you, but he does this—he upset you and wasted your time. You're not gonna want to spend more time with him after this.

"I-I'm sorry. I really wanted to help. I can stay again tomorrow to make up for tonight," he offers. Everything about him screams eagerness and he must really be interested in art to be willing to stay in the garage-slash-studio during this Summer heat.

You feel the tingling pressure in your throat and your lips quiver. You clear your throat and will away the tears before it breaks through your paper wall.

"No. You did great, Jungkook. I'm just not feeling well tonight." Your voice was too soft, but at least it didn't break.

Jungkook walks past you and turns to face you, hands making contact with your shoulder. "Are you sick? I have some medicine in my bag," he offers. He retracts his hand and unzips his bag to take out whatever medicine he had stashed inside.

It's his genuine concern that does it for you. You suddenly sob and cover your face with your hands.

"Oh, Y/N, are you okay? Does something hurt?" He didn't expect this. Jungkook was taken aback and his worried eyes looked for signs of where you could have been hurt.

Your sobs turned to full-on bawling and Jungkook was quick to take you into his arms. He lets you cry and occasionally whispers assurances between your weeping despite not knowing why you suddenly burst into tears.

In that moment, you stood illuminated by harsh yellowish fluorescent lights like a Gustav Klimt painting on display. The A/C humming noise drowned out by your hiccups and his whispers.

You were the first to pull away. He didn't mean to, but the moment you separated from Jungkook and lowered your hands from your face, he laughed.

Offended at his reaction, you push him away and quickly gather your bag hanging on the chair.

"Wait," he calls for you as he fumbles to pick up the bag he let fall to the floor.

He calls your name but you decidedly ignore him, feet shuffling quickly to leave the garage.

Fucking ass, you think. You're mortified. You already dread tomorrow as your imagination runs wild. What if he tells his friends about your ugly crying? You think you don't care what frat guys think, but you still definitely don't want to be the talk of the campus. You've only transferred here last year and after being briefed by your friend on who to avoid, you made sure not to have a run in with guys like Jungkook.

This is exactly why you were holding everything in earlier. Every stereotype of frat guys being huge assholes behind the charming facade were true.

A flash of high school memories ambush you and you just want to get to your dorm and hide in your blankets. You'll just have to miss tomorrow's class, you plan.

You violently shrug when you feel a hand grip your wrist.

"Hey, will you wait," Jungkook pleads. You turn to face him and see him reach something in his pockets.

Fuck. He's not going to take a photo, isn't he?

You were ready to lunge at him, anything to prevent him from taking a snap at your post-bawl blotched face, when all of sudden, a soft cloth touched your face.

Jungkook chuckles at your startled face.

"You have charcoal smudged all over your face," he points out. His bunny teeth peeks through his curved lips and the sides of his eyes wrinkle from amusement.

"Oh." You visibly flinch when he uses his thumb to brush the apple of your cheeks.

"There," he smiles, eyes fixated on his finger caressing your skin.

"You know you really have pretty eyes."

If you were in a romantic movie, his line would have panned out well. But you're not, so cue the sound of glass breaking to signify a shattered moment.

To think, you bought his act. You thought, here's a deviant frat boy species. Maybe not all of them are only interested in girls and booze. You even thought this Jeon Jungkook isn't so bad.

Until he says that.

Breaking away and stepping back from him, you humorlessly laugh in disbelief.

"You're a fucking cliché, Jungkook. Does this babble usually work on chicks?" You take a look at him and he has the audacity to look unaware of how hokey the situation is.

"Wha—" Poor boy couldn't even finish his sentence, you thought.

"Y/N, I'm not following."

You were about to make a joke on flies flying straight to his agape mouth but you hold yourself back. Instead, you make a gesture of shaking your head as you force out another dry laugh. You look at him one last time and walk away from the frat boy once again.

You hear his footsteps follow you, along with calls of your name. "Did I say something wrong?"

You stop as you reach the threshold—you're almost out of the garage and out into the cold dark night, ready to rush into the safety of your dorm and away from sleazy college boys.

But something in you compels you to turn, and so you do. "Yes, Jungkook. You did." Your hands grip your bag tighter, feet taking a couple of steps back into the garage, to the shoddy light so he can see you.

"Did you really think this charming ‘oh-i’m-clueless act was going to drop panties? You wanna know about art?" You hurl the question; voice no longer shaky and unsure. "When the campus playboy starts touching my face on dimly lit spaces, and starts talking about my eyes, there's a word for it. There's an entire movement in the 20's—it's called surreal." You roll your eyes at him before making your exit.

It takes a minute for Jungkook to get his body to move. And when he does, you're already a distance away. Almost gone from his sight.

This is the second time today that you rendered him immobile and speechless. Just what the fuck did he do?

-

Meanwhile, you cursed at Jeon Jungkook on your entire walk home. Fuck him and his round innocent eyes for throwing the bees and butterflies in your stomach into chaos.

You tell yourself you dodged a bullet and that was just a ploy for him to get into your pants. You should actually congratulate yourself for turning away one of the notorious womanizers. Your roommate would be proud of you.

Still, you couldn't deny the jolt you felt in your chest when he touched your face and spewed those cheesy lines about your eyes.

You grunt as you slam the door to your dorm.

"Damn. Who pissed you off?" Jihyo, your roommate stares at you across her table.

You heave a sigh of exhaustion and plop yourself on the carpeted floor. "Had a run in with a frat guy," you spit with a scowl. "You remember the guy you were talking about last week? Jungkook? He's the model for this week."

"Seriously? That's..." Jihyo's head tilted sideways as she looked for the right word, brows furrowing. "Out of character for him."

You raise your head and prop your arms to face your roommate. "Right? That's what I thought, but Taehyung said he was interested in learning art."

At this, Jihyo pauses while eating and guffaws. "Is he for real?"

You roll your eyes at no one in particular and rest your head on your palms as your other hand plucks at the carpet. "Nah, I'm pretty sure he was just there to pick up girls."

Jihyo squints at you, suddenly alert as she senses something you haven't told her yet.

"He hit on me," you start. Already growing flustered at the recollection of the afternoon. "You know those cheesy lines from romcoms, he actually used them on me." You went on detail by detail about what happened and ended your story with a shudder. "This is the first time I might dread going to the class."

"Yep, I see why he thinks he could get away with the cheesiest line," Jihyo murmurs. Apparently, during your story, Jihyo picked up her phone and started to stalk Jungkook's profile. "I mean shame it wasn't nude because have you seen this body?" She flips her phone so you can see her screen.

"What? That's not Jungkook." You stand from your spot and walk closer to Jihyo and snatch the phone. "This isn't Jungkook."

"What are you talking about? That’s literally his profile,” Jihyo takes her phone back, wanting to take another look if you’re looking at the same thing. “See, Kim Jongkook. He’s the notorious fuck boy, probably in all departments. Good thing is, he’s graduating this year.”

Oh, fuck.

-

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#jungkook #bts #jungkook x reader #jungkook fic #bts fic

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heart stop ( jung sungchan ) part one

sungchan x male reader

sungchan finally talks to his crush !!

content : 1.9k words, fluff, mentions of nudity/mature themes, uni au, gym bro!sungchan x artist!reader

( a/n ) PART ONE OF THE COLLAB W @jaemmphilia !!! just a heads up - part two is nsfw !! so pls take that into account before you start reading <3

part two

"do you think y/n's into guys?"

"huh??" eunseok sputtered at the sudden question, basically choking on his food.

sungchan stifled a snicker, his ears growing a light shade of red. he stared down at the chopsticks in his hand with a love sick smile. eunseok cleared his throat as he watched the other twirl the utensils between his fingers.

"are we talking about taro's friend from his art class?" eunseok asked.

"yeah. i think i have a small crush on him."

"a crush on who?" shotaro suddenly chimed in as he sat with them in the cafeteria.

"y/n," sungchan answered a bit shyly.

"l/n???" shotaro's brows were raised in shock.

sungchan looked at eunseok, as if for guidance, before turning back to shotaro and saying a quiet "yes".

shotaro thought for a moment, then nodded in approval.

"you two would be cute as fuck together," he said before taking a bite of his lunch.

sungchan smiled at the idea of himself with y/n. he leaned over toward his friend eagerly, "do you know if he's gay?"

"how should i know?.. but i'm about to meet him at the art studio to work together if you wanna come," shotaro offered.

"really??"

"sure, why not. we're just taking some time to work on new oil paintings, it's not an actual class or anything so you can come along."

sungchan nodded happily at the idea.

"what are you gonna do if he's straight?" eunseok asked teasingly.

"cry," sungchan muttered in response.

y/n stared at the canvas in front of him. his creativity was having a hard time flowing today. maybe he was overworking, or maybe it was just an off day. either way, it was annoying. he was supposed to be productive today. instead, a blank canvas was mocking him while his hands fidgeted with a paintbrush.

he sighed and set his brush down against his easel.

"what's wrong, babe?"

y/n looked up to see shotaro strutting into the studio, followed by a taller boy he hadn't met before.

"i told you not to call me that," y/n scolded while rolling his eyes.

"you're right. sorry, honey."

y/n turned in his seat to face his friend better, "that's just worse."

shotaro chuckled. as he sat down at his own easel, he grabbed another seat for the friend he brought along. y/n refused to embarrass himself by looking at the stranger for too long, but the small glance he did get was enough for him to conclude that the male was drop dead gorgeous.

"oh, y/n! this is my friend sungchan. he wanted to tag along cause he has no life outside of classes and the gym. sungchan, this is y/n!"

sungchan glared daggers at shotaro, before looking back to y/n with a wide smile.

"hi! nice to meet you. i've seen you around campus a little," sungchan greeted.

"really? i think i've seen you some too."

sungchan nodded, almost giddy at that answer. silence fell on them as shotaro set up his canvas and y/n looked through his paint colors just to have something to do.

"wow, you guys are great at this," shotaro said sarcastically, mainly to piss off sungchan.

"i'm terrible at talking to people, leave me alone," y/n defended with a small laugh.

sungchan watched y/n lean against his easel, resting his chin against his palm in defeat. he looked so perfect, even when feeling dejected.

"is something wrong?" sungchan asked. y/n looked at him again. he was a little surprised sungchan was even asking.

"ah.. i just feel kinda drained. i'm having a hard time working on this, to be honest."

"take a break," shotaro chimed in.

"but i just started."

"take a longer break. we've had a lot of assignments back to back lately, go rest for the day."

y/n thought about it for a moment. he sighed and nodded at the idea before starting to pack up his supplies.

shotaro turned back to sungchan, gesturing silently toward y/n in hopes that his friend would get the hint. sungchan looked at him in confusion. shotaro, in turn, huffed at his cluelessness. he pulled his phone out and went to his messages.

taro :

BRO, GO.

ask him out, go 'rest' together 🛏️

sungchan rolled his eyes at the texts. he gave the male another stink eye before typing a response.

sung :

I DIDNT WANNA TALK TO HIM JUST TO GET LAID

taro :

but it is part of the reason right

sung :

osaki shotaro istg

taro :

ALRIGHT ALRIGHT BUT STILL ASK HIM OUT, U HAVE THE PERFECT WINDOW RIGHT HERE

sungchan looked up from his phone, biting his lip as anxiety shot through his body.

y/n finished packing up his bag and showed the two of them a tired smile.

"i'll see you guys later. it was nice to meet you, sungchan."

sungchan nodded and smiled back, now watching his crush exit the studio. his smile fell as he turned back around to see shotaro giving him a disappointed frown.

"you're a dumbass, sung."

"sungchan!"

sungchan looked up as he took a drink of his water, seeing eunseok and shotaro walking toward him.

"hey guys," he greeted while getting up from the bench press. he wiped around his face with a small towel as his friends came closer to him.

"did you just finish up?" shotaro asked.

"yeah, i'm gonna head back to the dorm now."

"boo, we could've worked out together."

sungchan rolled his eyes. "it's a good thing you still have each other then," he teased, patting shotaro's shoulder as he slung his gym bag over his back.

"hey, how'd it go with y/n yesterday? you ask him out?" eunseok asked before the other could leave.

"no, i-"

"he chickened out," shotaro teased.

sungchan sighed, but nodded. "i was too nervous."

"well we just saw him sitting outside by the campus arboretum if you wanna go try again," eunseok said.

"really?"

eunseok nodded, "go for it."

sungchan smiled a thanks and grabbed his water bottle before finally departing.

"..i doubt y/n is straight," shotaro mumbled as he and eunseok waved him goodbye.

"oh, me too," eunseok agreed.

sungchan began walking in the direction of the arboretum, looking around for the boy that had been on his mind way too much lately.

finally, he spotted y/n on a bench sketching a few flowers. he took a deep breath and walked over to join him.

"hey y/n!"

y/n looked up from his sketchbook, almost choking on thin air. sungchan's muscle shirt didn't hide a thing, and his slightly messy hair and tall stature worked well in his favor. with the way y/n was staring at him, or practically gawking, sungchan was now pretty certain y/n was attracted to men.

y/n quickly cleared his throat and averted his eyes. he looked down at his sketchbook, then back up strictly to sungchan's face.

"hi," he said quietly, "what're you doing out here?"

"was just on my way home and thought i'd take a walk through here. it's really pretty."

y/n nodded happily and took a look around. "yeah, i love being out here."

"can i sit with you?"

y/n nodded almost instantly. he moved over a bit to give the other more room on the bench. sungchan sat and sighed, actually very much enjoying the fresh air. he leaned back for a moment and let the sun wash over his face. one arm was hanging off the back of the bench, while the other raked a hand through his messy hair.

y/n was in awe, needless to say.

"so what're you drawing?"

"just some flower studies," y/n answered. "i wanted to add some flowers to my next painting so i'm just practicing a little."

"is it okay if i ask to see?" sungchan asked cautiously.

"oh, sure! you can look through the whole sketchbook, i don't mind. it's mostly random sketches."

sungchan nodded eagerly and took the book from y/n's hands, making sure to brush against his fingers just a little bit. he smiled to himself, now knowing the effect he had on y/n.

sungchan flipped through the pages delicately. he was trying not to crinkle or smudge anything, especially the ones done in pencil. y/n was right though - the sketches were pretty random. from people, to small household items, to cloud formations.

it was when sungchan found a more interesting page that he stopped flipping through. the sketches showed a naked man in two different poses, one leaning against what looked like a washroom counter, and the other laying on a bed with a messy sheet draped just over a couple parts of himself. sungchan looked up with wide eyes.

"oh, that's um," y/n didn't know whether to be proud or embarrassed. he was somehow both. "that was just a guy i had a thing with a couple months ago."

"these are amazing, y/n," sungchan praised. he continued flipping through, though his mind was still on the nude sketches.

"thank you," y/n blushed a bit as sungchan finally got to the end of the book.

"i really like the nude ones. you draw people really well," sungchan complimented while closing the book. when he looked up again, his face was closer to y/n's than he thought. his eyes instantly shifted to the male's lips, it was as if there was a magnet between them.

y/n could hear his heartbeat in his ears. sungchan was even more beautiful up close, and he was growing more attracted to him by the second.

sungchan lightly cleared his throat after a moment, trying not to stare at the pair of lips he so desperately wanted to kiss. making y/n uncomfortable was the last thing he wanted.

"are you going to the bonfire party tonight?" sungchan asked.

"i dunno, my friend invited me but i'm not usually into parties."

"well, i think you should go."

y/n met sungchan's eyes again, "hm? why?"

sungchan blushed. he didn't mean to blatantly give away that he wanted y/n there, but he might as well roll with it now.

"cause i'll have a much better time if i get to see you," sungchan answered with entirely pink cheeks. he could tell y/n was a blushing mess as well, despite how confident he tried to seem.

with a sigh, y/n looked up at the clouds. "is this how you pick up all your guys?"

sungchan laughed lightly, "actually no, my heart is pounding more than it ever has, i think." he let out a large exhale with this, which triggered more laughter between the two.

y/n found it endearing how obviously nervous sungchan was. here was this hunk of a man trying to hit on him, but he was so jittery and smitten that it really just made him adorable. y/n smiled as he thought about it. his eyes met the other's again while nodding, "alright, i'll be there."

sungchan's smile quickly grew at his crush's decision. he nodded and started getting up.

"i'll see you in a little while then," he said while giving y/n's head a gentle pat, his hand lingering against his hair. y/n nodded and watched him begin to walk away. he was speechless as he stared after sungchan. let's just say, the view from the back was just as good as the view from the front.

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The Jealous Type | P. JS

contains rich boy jay x female reader, heavily gossip girl coded, kissing, jealousy, angst, cunnilingus (⚠︎)

Jay has a temper, which meant you’d have to hold a movie-star smile whenever he stormed out of business meetings upon flipping a few chairs…

Jay has a high sex drive, and you still haven’t quite mastered the art of making yourself look half-decent after a quickie in his office…

Jay has a reputation, and you’ve known since day one that dating the son of a multimillionaire in a city of bright lights with even brighter personalities meant one thing for you:

That you’d have to learn to look clean while playing dirty at all times.

Picture the backseat of a sleek Rolls Royce, tinted windows, chilled drinks, and roughly three minutes away from your final destination.

“I live a fast life, ____,” Jay began while sitting beside you, almost in a manner of warning as he relaxed into his seat.

“Great. Running sounds like fun,” you said, trying to display confidence before him.

“Every once in a while, maybe, but only if you can keep up…”

You let his words sink in, “Then I'll practice for you.”

He shook his head, “I'm afraid there's not much time left for that, love...”

“Well I've always believed in this thing called beginners luck.”

Your voice trailed off, heart prepared for another one of his defeated responses until he reached a hand in his side to grab something.

“Hold my wallet,” he said plainly, handing the leather rectangle to you.

“Jay, l—”

"Open it...” he pressed, taking your hand in his to force your reluctant fist open, “like it's yours.”

Taking heed to his words, you let out a breath, thumb and index finger tugging at the zipper to reveal a line of bills and his infamous black credit card.

“Jay, what’re you getting at here?”

“Don't look so impressed, it might come off as common,” he interrupted, watching your fingers pause at the leather opening.

You scoffed, “What's that supposed to mean?”

“That we’re in a movie, ____,” he smiled, “Just act the role to win the part.”

Aww, how wise of him….

“Great, so you won't let me run with you but playing pretend is okay?”

His smile didn’t falter at your words, only morphing into a smolder as he peered closer to you.

“Now why would I ever make you run in these sexy five inch heels?”

Your eyes fell to his hand that caressed your thigh once again, “Because sometimes, beauty is pain...”

“Very true… but it doesn't have to be...,” his voice encouraged gently, “not yet... not tonight.”

You expressed agreement with a hum before speaking again, “So can you take your fancy wallet back now?”

“Keep it,” he answered almost immediately, “Let's see if beginner's luck will help you hold onto it…”

“I'd sew this wallet to my ribcage if I had to—”

The vehicle suddenly came to a stop, flashing lights barely visible through the tinted windows as the car doors unlocked in unison.

“This is your exit,” the chauffeur clarified with a strong European accent, Jay offering the driver a thankful wave and stepping out of the car.

He walked over to your side of the car and did the same, telling you to “watch your step” as your feet met the ground.

Jay was right about one thing…

There wasn’t much time for you to practice “running” now that you were just seconds from meeting his friends and family for the first time…

The event in question was Mr. Park’s annual dinner party, held at his newly renovated restaurant in The Palace Hotel.

As soon as you stepped through the automatic sliding doors, you were met with the sound of live classical music thrumming from the center stage.

It wasn’t long before you and Jay got to socializing, helping yourselves to a few hors d’oeuvres and swigs of sparkling champagne under the glass chandelier.

His parents apparently had to leave the event early due to an unexpected emergency, so gossipy topics surrounding his family were definitely on the table.

You made sure to stay beside Jay the entire night, not only to comfort him, but to protect yourself.

That’s when a certain woman who had her eyes stuck on you two since the night began made her way by with a seductive sway in her hips.

���Nice chain, handsome,” she started without hesitation, her unfamiliar face somehow telling of her familiar intentions:

Trouble and drama.

“Thank you, Jennifer,” Jay replied, jawline clenching slightly at her prior use of a nickname.

Saying that Jay looked annoyed right now would be an understatement.

This Jennifer person was obviously his ex, though she continued speaking as if you weren’t even there.

“Isn’t that the same one you used to let me wear?,” she asked, eyes falling to his collarbone where the chain necklace sat.

“No,” he answered, a feigned smile masking the bitterness in his heart, “I got rid of that one a long time ago…”

“Aww,” she pouted, poking her acrylic nail into his shoulder, “do you have any idea how sad that makes me feel?”

“Don't poke at my boyfriend like he's some kind of toy,” you defended, your sudden boldness startling her.

Her hand stop at his the hem of his sleeve, cold green eyes meeting yours with a glare strong enough to make your skill crawl.

Yep… you officially hated her.

“Please, darling... lighten up,” she chirped, “this is just how me and Jay like to play sometimes... isn't that right, handsome? Or do you need a reminder—”

“That'd be rather unnecessary, don't you think?,” Jay snapped at her, “Maybe even a little crass...”

“Well your new girl seems tough... a little story time wouldn't hurt her…”

“Too bad I'm feeling a bit talked-out for the evening,” you spoke against her shameless demeanor, “It was nice meeting you, Jennifer. Really...”

“You too,” she mouthed with a smile, too prideful to reply loud enough for you to hear.

Turning on a heel, you hooked your elbow with Jay's, leading him outside of the venue.

“____, I can explain,” Jay started, matching your walking pace as you circled to hotel parking lot.

You shook your head, “There's no need, Jay… Your ex is a bitch, I get it.”

“____...”

“Can we just go back home already?,” you proposed, just realizing that you’d been holding your breath.

You exhaled weakly, Jay finding your shoulders as he turned you to face him, just inches from the car.

“Yes, love, we can go home, just please calm down for me, okay?”

The pitch of his voice lowered with its volume, “This was just as hard for me as it was for you…”

With that, a silence swarmed between you, just as his hand went to grip the chain around his neck.

He gave it what looked like an effortless tug before each metal link broken apart, leaving the once beautiful necklace into shiny sprinkles of gold on the pavement.

You let out another breath, “You lied, Jay... why would you keep her necklace—”

“I'm not proud of it, ____...,” he interrupted, eyes facing the ground, “but I wasn't gonna sit there and feed into her games by telling the truth...”

“Yeah… that’s because you just stood there and let her touch you instead," you retorted, walking past him and getting into the car.

You’re glad the ride home wasn’t long, you two having arrived at his penthouse somewhere around ten minutes upon leaving.

Jay's boots clicked with each step as he held your hand, guiding you up the stoned path and past the front door.

Few words were exchanged between you both once you got to the master bedroom, plopping yourself on the bed as he stood with his hands at his hips.

“What a waste of good food today... my dad would’ve been pissed to find out the guests hardly ate anything…”

Jay spoke lowly, drawing your eyes to the red velvet stain on his still crisply ironed white sleeve.

“Speaking of food, you have a bit of cake on your blazer... here, let me help you...”

He sighed, “I've got it, ____. It's really no big deal...”

“No, i-it's in an awkward spot, just let me just wipe it for y—”

“I said I've got it, alright!?”

His sharp features faltered upon realizing that he'd just raised his voice at you, and for no good reason.

“I apologize, love—”

“Whatever, Jay,” you sighed, plopping yourself on the hotel mattress, “this was all just a bad idea to begin with…”

“What do you mean by that?” He asked, arching his back so his blazer to fall off his shoulders, noting in his mind to spot-clean the stain later.

“It's just... I don't fit in your world... not a single part of it…”

Jay joined you on the bed, just in his T-shirt and slacks now as he took your face in his right hand.

“There's not a single place in my heart where you don’t fit in perfectly… y'know that?”

“I do, Jay...,” you answered quietly, meeting his dark eyes, “thank you...”

“Of course,” he smiled, placing a tender kiss to the back of your hand, “now let's get out of these fancy clothes and into something more comfortable, yeah?”

“Mhm,” you nodded, Jay standing up now and leaning before you to untie the heel straps around your ankles.

“You looked beautiful tonight, by the way,” he smiled, hands reaching beneath your evening gown to pull down the thigh-high satin stockings you wore.

“So did you.... handsome,” you smiled, propping up on your elbows to wash him undress you, and cheeky look on his face at your words.

“I learned something about you thanks to tonight,” he started, standing back up and giving you a look, “didn’t know you were the jealous type…”

You scoffed, feeling his hand tap at your thigh as a cue to turn over on your stomach now.

And so you did, hips up as he crawled onto your back in a straddling position, moving your hair out the way while admiring your beauty.

Your eyes were still internally rolling at his comment up until you felt him massaging your shoulders gently.

Somehow, you could tell he smiled at the little hums that escaped your throat once he applied a bit of pressure.

In a strange way, Jennifer’s behavior had a way of pulling both anger and anticipation out of you…

No, you didn’t like how she got all handsy with your man right in front of you, but you somewhat enjoyed the effect your reaction had on Jay…

He felt bad about what happened. Terrible, even.

And you could see it all over his pouty face that he wanted to make things up to you…

You laid there face down on the mattress beneath him, not able to focus on anything other than the feeling of his bulge pressing into your thighs.

He was turned on right now, and so were you—

“I still think I behaved myself pretty well tonight considering, though,” you huffed quietly, letting your body melt beneath his weight.

Your eyelids fluttered shut as his touch trailed from your hips to your waist, “And I’m very proud of you for that, love,” he whispered adoringly.

His hands now found the necklace around your neck, unclasping it with a simple click before reaching over to place it on the mini bedside table.

“Want me to unzip your dress for you as well while I’m here?…”

All you did was nod lazily in response, the cold metal zipper of the matching white gown you wore sending shivers down your delicate spine.

He slowly followed the trail along the curve of your back, chill air hitting your skin once he fully unzipped it past your hips.

“You know I’d never leave you for someone else, right?”

You let out a hum, feeling a bit frisky now that you were half-naked beneath him…

“Can’t be sure… who knows, there might be another piece of jewelry attached to one of your ex’s lying around here somewhere…”

He made a face at you even though you couldn’t see him from your position, “Seriously ____?”

“Very…” you answered, “…and I’m sorry...”

“It's okay,” he chuckled, letting his hands knead your hips, “But I guess that just means I’ll have to prove you wrong now…”

Your eyes flew open, brows slightly furrowed, “And prove me wrong how, exactly?”

“By giving you something I’ve never given anyone else before…”

He shimmied the evening gown past your thighs, revealing the lace lingerie set you wore underneath, it’s elastic hem snug around your plush skin…

The sight alone was enough to make him feel needy, your round ass perched up perfectly for him.

“Oh, so the whole wallet thing wasn’t a first-time trick either?” You joked, knowing he always liked it whenever you were sassy with him.

Jay smiled at your words once again, “On your back for me, princess.”

You sighed playfully before rolling over like he asked, his hands leaving the curve of your body as you got adjusted.

It didn’t take long for Jay to start teasing you back, letting a single finger circle your clothed breast but never touching your nipple.

You wanted him to grope your tits so badly, but instead his other free hand ghosted over your core, intentionally avoiding contact with your sweet spot.

“I have to ask this because I'm a gentleman, but do I have permission to make you cum more than once tonight?”

His question didn’t catch you off guard, but it definitely made you feel something in your stomach.

With dreamy eyes, you struggled to either focus on the spot between his legs or the smirk on his face…

“Only if you mean it...,” you finally uttered, giving him the cue he’d been waiting for so he could please you properly.

He let out a chuckle at your words, “Make sure you hold still for me, princess… you can pull on my hair if it gets too much...”

You watched as he nestled between your legs, looking up at you as a kitten waiting for head pats.

“But that'll hurt you, Jay...”

“I know,” he smirked, tugging your lingerie to the side and marveling at your swollen heat.

He immediately started lapping at your wetness, spitting on your clit despite how wet you already were.

“So fucking pretty,” he hummed in between making out with your sensitive cunt, foul sounds bouncing off the walls as your chest heaved with need.

Your hips subconsciously circled his face, the added movement heightening your pleasure.

You let your hands find his hair, not pulling yet but more so clawing at his scalp.

Jay groaned at your actions, looking up at you while his tongue still flicked against your clit.

The sight and sensation combined made your thighs tremble, Jay’s strong hands holding your hips down against the mattress.

“Baby, you’re supposed to stay still, remember?”

The words left his mouth in such a cooing manner, your mind going foggy because of his raspy bedroom voice.

You managed to squeak out a weak sentence, breathiness in your tone from all the action, “I-I’m trying, Jay…”

You cut yourself off when a loud whine slipped past your mouth, Jay’s hand reaching up to grope your tits while he kept sucking.

At this point, you couldn’t help but to tug at his locks, guiding his face against your folds for your own pleasure.

And he loved every bit of it… you using his face to help yourself climax.

You didn’t expect for a finger to enter you though, especially not a second one once he sped up his licking movements.

Another moan meddled from your body, eyes sealing shut as your hips rutted into his mouth, Jay’s little grunts acting as your breaking point.

The band in your stomach eventually popped, your clit throbbing with pleasure once Jay let his mouth ease your high with kitten licks and kisses.

He looked at you with such love in his eyes, “Are you convinced yet, princess?”

You couldn’t believe he was trying to talk to you in a state like this, but you still knew exactly what he was referring to with that question…

“Yes, but I think you could still do a little more,” you whispered back teasingly, caressing his face that was beaming with a subtle glow just from tasting you.

A smirk tugged at Jay’s lips once you stuck out a hand to pull him closer.

He sealed the contact with a kiss, resting a hand on your exposed thigh that still trembled slightly from your first climax.

“____,” he broke away breathlessly, clinging to your waist, “are you sure you can handle more? We can stop here…”

It’s not that he was concerned, as it was quite obvious in you haze stained eyes that you wanted more from him.

Though, given how tired you’d become after such a long day, he didn’t wanna risk overdoing it.

“But we just started kissing properly,” you protested lazily, leaving another peck to his puffy lips.

“I know, princess,” he smiled again, massaging the flesh of your thigh with his hand, “but we can always continue this another time…”

Another time when you two didn’t have to be at the airport around four in the morning the next day...

You understood him perfectly, and as his lady, you intended to respect him whenever he called the shots, even if it meant you’d have to wait.

“A better time, then,” you added, lips not being able to stay off of his as guided you back against the mattress.

In all honesty, it wasn’t easy for him to tell you no like this, especially not with the raging boner in his pants now, but he knew your rest was more important.

It didn’t take long for him to hang up all your clothes, hop in the shower with you.

He had even helped you wash your hair, massaging your scalp and washing you down before grabbing you both a clean set of pajamas to wear.

And of course, they were matching.

Finally, you took it upon yourself to prepare a set of fresh bedding linen for you two, starting a load on laundry to get back to whenever you could.

Letting out a yawn, Jay found the silk mattress first, still smelling of his potent lavender body wash by time you joined him.

Finding your waist, he pulled you against his toned chest, snuggling his member in between the natural shape of your hips, but not in a sexual way…

More so, it was a protective cuddling position, in essence…

He left a few kisses along your neck, helping you to get comfortable under the covers.

“Moving forward,” you started randomly, “let’s make sure there are no Jennifer’s on the guest lists for your private events…”

Jay let out a laugh that melted your lovesick heart all over again, “Aww, we have our first mutual enemy…”

“Can’t say she doesn’t deserve it, either…,” you returned, grazing the knuckles of the hand he held you with, “thanks for making me feel better, baby...”

He pressed another warm kiss to soft skin, “Of course, princess… Now let’s get some sleep now, hmm? We have another obligation tomorrow, you know….”

Ahhh, yes… The fast life of Jay Park.

“To tomorrow…” you agreed, feeling his warmth leave you for a second as he turned the night light off, “now hold me properly, you’re not close enough.”

✧ Thank you to everyone who’s reading this right now!! I meant to give this story a full smut ending, but for some reason, it’s always hard for me to write intense sexual stuff for Jay ;-; … Anyways though, this was also my first time writing a oneshot for our Mr. Jongsby, so let’s hope I did him justice and y’all liked this one :’3 …

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*ੈ✩ LAST WORDS OF A SHOOTING STAR

pair. itadori yuji x reader

synopsis. in the 3 days following the shibuya incident, itadori yuji emerges as a husk of his former self. with his immediate execution resumed, you both grapple with the feelings you have for each other and come to terms with his impending death.

content. hurt/comfort (lots of comfort, thank art because i was gonna be mean about this and they convinced me not to), slightly canon divergent (taking place between shibuya and the culling games), fluff and minor angst, yuta is the best wingman

wc. ~4.4k

NOVEMBER 1 2018

You imagine that your face was rather ghastly when you received the news.

"Execution?" You repeated, the word tasting bitter on your tongue. No, that was the wrong description. It tasted of death—like iron and the depths of Hell filling your mouth until you were gurgling on it.

Unlike the rest of the Jujutsu Sorcerers from Tokyo, you had been ordered to stay back with Shoko in case of an emergency. You remember your exile from battle had left a similar rotten flavour in your mouth.

You vanished off the face of the earth after the incident was over. Most probably presumed you died in the aftermath. Devoured by a curse, they would say and shake their heads. You were always troublesome. And then they would move on with the rest of the world, all the same.

Lives were only temporary in the world of curses. Focus on who you can save, not who is already gone. They'll only end up a curse in your sleep. What a horrible notion to have.

The truth is that you'd been whisked away with Yuta, who seemed to be scheming a plan of his own. Perhaps as a middle finger to the higher ups he hated so much, or perhaps just for his own selfish reasons. You wouldn't know until he was finished carrying it through—he's too good at keeping secrets.

He wanted your reverse cursed technique, you knew that much for sure, even though he could do it himself. You were useful by his side, fitting into his plot in a way you could not in Shibuya. Feeling some sort of obligation and satisfaction, you followed him like a lost puppy.

And now here you are, seated by a dimming fire in the abandoned part of the city. Yuta was too clever for his own good. You suppose Gojo taught him some things well. This was their plan after all.

Yuji was safe, if only for this moment in time.

"Now with Gojo gone, it would have been easy for the higher ups to send assassins your way."

Ruthless and truthful, you flinch, but Yuji does not. He remains perfectly still in your hold, with your hands rotating his face around to get a better look at his wounds. You pour your cursed energy into him, hoping to breathe life back into his eyes, but they stay dull and empty.

"We'll find a way to stop this," you assure, reaching over to take a sanitizing wipe to clean an open cut. Yuta was too rough on him, but it was at least believable that Yuji was dead. He doesn't even recoil from the alcohol stinging his flesh, too engrossed in his own thoughts.

"Why?" He asks weakly. You gawk at him, but then it melts away into a softness that finally makes him blink up at you. "I'm evil."

"You're not evil, Yuji."

"I am. I killed those people. I did." His voice comes flat and defeated, nothing like the one you used to listen to over dinner while he reenacted shitty western films.

You never realize what you'll miss until it's gone. It's hollow, the ache in your heart.

"You don't understand. How could you? All this blood on my hands—"

"It was Sukuna," you quickly refute.

"And Sukuna only lives because I do!"

His voice raises at you, causing the flames behind you to flicker and crack. It's enough for Yuta to step in, acting as a barrier between your tense bodies. Yuji seems to shrink at this, realizing his emotions have run amok and that he has yelled at you.

You only stare back at him in bewilderment, like a frightened animal. Your upperclassman shakes his head.

"Enough of this. We need to start making plans."

You lay awake that night, alone and anxious. Yuta has taken the first shift of watching and patrolling while the two of you rest, though hesitant to leave you alone. He told you it’s another reason he dragged you along: having three people to rotate shifts instead of just two would be easier on your bodies and minds. The city is not what it used to be, now overrun with curses of all grades.

You reassured him it would be fine, that you would fall asleep quickly and so would Yuji—his body has to run out of steam eventually, right? Oh, what a fool you were.

The tension is so heavy that it's awkward, even though you're sleeping on opposite ends of the tunnel.

"Sleep," you demand as if you were Inumaki, like you have the power to curse him.

His eyes flutter open. Even in the firelight, you don't see any shine in them, seeming as if they had been extinguished of life. "Why don't you?"

"I can't until you do."

"That's stupid," he tells you.

It's not the first time you've argued like this. Back when the world felt right, you would sneak in through his dorm window well into the hours of the night. Platonic, you had convinced yourself. You snuck into his bed seeking companionship as a friend. That's the lie you gorged on.

A piece of you knew, and you're sure he did too, that the way your hands explored his arms was unnatural for two friends, and that friends wouldn't sneak into each other's rooms like this with such severe punishment on the line.

It was safe in his arms, with the dull hum of his television running an old horror film in the background. You didn't have to think about much other than his warmth when you sat between his legs with your back to his chest. Or when his arm was draped over your shoulder and you were pressed into his side—actually, you think you preferred this one though you felt sorry for his sore arm.

You would bicker about dumb, pointless things. Which movie is better, or which character deserved to be mutilated more. It would go on for so long that Megumi would bang his fist on their shared wall to get the two of you to shut up.

There was no curse strong enough to change time itself, so you keep your thoughts and memories to yourself when you respond.

"You'll be too tired to function on your shift," you reason.

"You both will be fine without me." Better off without me, you know he means. You've gotten good at reading between his lines.

You slowly sit up in your sleeping bag, eyes never leaving Yuji. He seems so frail right now, even though he looks more adult than he ever has before.

"Human Earthworm 4 was better than 2," you suddenly say. His eyes peer open again in confusion.

"Huh? 2 was way better."

"I liked the love story in 4," you argue, slowly getting out of your bag to shuffle to his side of the concrete tunnel. He looks at you as if you've said something outlandish, too preoccupied with his thoughts to wonder why you've come so close.

"2 had the best special effects though."

Your body shifts under his blanket.

"But 4 had a happier ending." (As far as 'happy' goes in the Human Earthworm series, at least.)

His arm falls around your waist as it has a hundred times, pulling you into his chest.

"Whatever," he huffs. The next topic comes fast and you're thrown into a full blown conversation with him. If you concentrate enough, you can imagine your bodies being tangled together in his bed, safe and sound.

Concrete and fire and the stench of curses melt away until he's all you can focus on.

"You have weird taste in movies," he concludes with his eyes drifting shut.

NOVEMBER 2 2018

You think you know how to fix broken people until you find that they are more than skin and bones. 

You learn one thing after the Shibuya Incident: there are wounds residing within Yuji just as much as there are marking his flesh.

Yuta, you realize, had left the two of you alone to sleep and has protected you all night. You'll make it up to him, you reason. Yuji deserved to sleep.

When you wake up to his sleeping face, you think his cuts are healing nicely. But then his expression twists up in terror—a nightmare, if he even had enough energy left in him to conjure up dreams. He murmurs in his sleep, shakes his head a few times and thrashes around so much you're surprised you slept through the night by his side.

"Sukuna," he's whispering. Sukuna, Sukuna, Sukuna. King of Curses. The second voice tormenting him that lives in his own brain like a parasite. You bury yourself into his chest and hold him as tight as you can. He relaxes, body releasing its rigid form, but the murmurs continue.

He is shattered beyond repair. No amount of cursed energy could fix that, even if you tried.

You had once watched Yuji electrocute himself trying to set up the janky old television in his dorm room.

He fell back onto the floor with a loud crash, head hitting the wood so hard you thought he might have a concussion. It caused such a racket that Megumi came running into the room asking what happened, demon dog ready behind him in case of an ambush.

You rushed to the floor, discarding all the food you had settled in your lap and crumbled beside him to scoop him into your arms.

"Yuji!" You called him. People rarely used his first name. You felt special, like you knew him better than others did and for some reason that was a privilege. "Are you okay?"

He laughed in your arms, seeming unfazed by the fact that electricity had run through every vein in his body. "I'm fine, see? My finger just slipped."

You and Megumi both sighed in relief, though you always thought it was strange when you reflected on it. Yuji was a funny guy, yes. He was equal parts humour and destruction but not a klutz. Mistakes happen, so you let it slide until now, but some part of you was nagging to ask.

"That day," you start while rolling up your sleeping bag. "You electrocuted yourself. Remember?"

He looks at you funny over his shoulder. Yuta has already started cracking open cans of food for breakfast, embers of your dead fire cracking.

"Hmm, yeah. I remember. Why?"

"I just thought..." you trail off. "Well, Sukuna makes you tough to a lot of things. I'm surprised small electric shocks aren't one of them."

Sukuna. A name you'd been avoiding since this morning. Sickening silence settles between you. It's so heavy that you pause in your cleaning to look at him, brow raised.

"Yeah," he coughs. "Well, maybe I exaggerated."

"Huh?" You sound annoyed now. "You scared us half to death!"

Yuji only falters in his own chores. When he looks at you again, there's a longing in his gaze that you don't know how you could have missed. Or perhaps it was never there until now.

"It was nice to have you fawning over me," he admits.

The day goes on and all you feel is a terrible grief.

You become painfully aware of each millimeter the sun glides across the sky, from one horizon to the other. Time slips through your fingers fast as sand.

Horrifically, you can't find anything to talk about to fill the emptiness—Nobara and Megumi feel off the table considering the extent of their injuries. You don't even dare to breathe Gojo's name, let alone speak of him so boldly as Yuta is.

You're afraid that Yuji will spiral again, confused and unwilling to cooperate with his judgement clouded by loss. It's not your fault, you would say. It is, he would argue. It would do neither of you good, so you idle around while he and Yuta devise plans to tiptoe around the higher ups.

A part of you knows that if either of you told him to submit and die, he would. He's already teetering on the edge of self-destruction.

On the outside, he seems perfectly indifferent. Gaze steady, face stone and unchanging as he speaks. He's doomed, ill-fated, someone full of misfortune. He looks so lonely that the air itself parts for him where he stands.

To shoulder so much responsibility, so much death, maybe he truly is alone. Some fraction of him, at least—a piece of himself only he would ever understand.

Your hand snakes into his without a second thought. You don't know why you did it, nor do you have any reasoning that he doesn't yank away from you. His hand trembles, and it's then that you realize his whole body is wracked with tremors that don't match his distant disposition.

The second thing you learn is this: when Yuji self-destructs, he does it from the inside-out.

Itadori Yuji loves chocolate cake.

He loves all food, really, acting like your friend group's personal food dumpster whenever any of you were full. But chocolate cake you knew he had a sweet tooth for.

You used to bring it with you to his dorm, stopping by the convenience stores on the way home to grab a pre-packaged slice from the fridge for him to eat.

"You're making a mess," you would tell him with a frown, using your thumb to wipe up frosting from the corner of his mouth. You would lick the pad of your finger clean after that, and he would watch almost in a trance.

It's the reason why you stop on one of your patrols, poking through the fridge section of a convenience store. The power has been out for a long time in this part of the city, all the food is already room temperature, but you figure this is fine as long as it smells okay.

The way Yuji's face lights up when he sees you is all it takes for the worry to go away.

It briefly feels as though nothing has ever gone wrong—that after this slice of cake the two of you will tumble back onto his mattress and turn on another showing of Titanic. (He groaned about it once, saying he got KO'd too many times during this film. You only laughed in confusion.)

At the end of the day, you know those days will never come back to you, lost forever in the wind.

Fire dances before you and you watch, enchanted by the flames. You remember last night, how not even the firelight could make Yuji look the same as he did before. You turn your head to look at him, to see if it's any different tonight, just for your cheek to be caught in his palm.

His thumb traces your lip, the way you used to do to him. You recognize the pull of his finger against your flesh, the swipe of it to get frosting off, but he still seems dissatisfied.

"What?" You ask.

"It didn't come off," he mutters, leaning in dangerously close to observe. Heat rises all the way to your cheeks and makes your hairs stand on end. His touch is like molten lava. You wonder if it has something to do with the monster living inside of him.

"I can't see it," you whine without a mirror.

He draws a little closer, until he's inches from your face. "Let me..."

You've suddenly been dropped into cold, unknown waters. This is all unfamiliar. He's rushing this, as if making up for all the time the two of you lost pretending you were only friends. As if he can cram all the things he's wanted to tell you into one night.

Recoiling away, you find yourself hesitating. If he kisses you, this all becomes too real. It's an acknowledgment of his impending death. That the thread of his life is finer and further stretched than yours is.

An unpleasant thought rings through your mind. What if I become a curse on him?

"This only ends badly for us," you whisper, but the conviction is missing from your voice.

He doesn't care. At least, it doesn't look like he does. Who knows what he's thinking right now?

"Who cares?" He says. "We're Jujutsu Sorcerers. Everything bad happens to us no matter what."

You don't have any rebuttal to that, no argument that forms in your mind that could challenge his words. He was right. Only disaster befalls Sorcerers. Disaster and grief.

For a while you had forgotten, living these idyllic months watching the days pass by. You feel like you wasted that precious time worrying about stupid things, like what to have for breakfast or what kind of snacks you should pick up for movie night.

(It ended up being popcorn every time. He liked to piss off Sukuna with it, saying the King of Curses would never get to experience the pleasure of picking out kernels from his teeth. You scoffed but bought it anyway.)

Another thought crosses your mind: Yuji is more fit to be in a rom-com, or a television series where the good guys always win. Not this tragedy. Not this massacre.

You wonder if he's ever felt the same way. If he ever wished he could reach into the sky and turn the sun back to a time before he even knew what a curse was.

If you’d met each other under different circumstances, would this have been a different story? The thought makes your heart ache, a part of you so deep that even if you reached into your chest and plucked it, you'd still wail.

"Can I?" He asks you, eager but quiet. Had this been a few months ago, you imagine that he would have had this spark in his eye. That his lips would be crashing into yours with no inhibition.

But Yuji has always been selfless, you think he always will be. He doesn't want to drag you down if you don't want to—an out, they call it. An escape route just before he careens into a ditch.

Hope has drained from every inch of his expression. This is his loneliness talking.

Despite the dread that licks up your spine, you cup his face. You swear he jolts slightly beneath your touch, as if you've reached out to strike him down. A retribution he believes he deserves.

He kisses you like it's his last day on earth. 

You learn one last thing: Itadori Yuji tastes familiarly of death.

Yuta decides to leave you alone for a second night in a row. His presence is so crushing that you know he's alive, but he stalks off somewhere else, leaving just you and Yuji huddled by the pitiful fire you've built.

He once claimed himself jokingly to be a love expert, and then ran off to Kenya for so long that you lost track of how much time passed. You wish you'd asked him before he left what he meant, but at the time it seemed irrelevant. Insignificant. The name Itadori Yuji had not yet been impressed into your heart like a seal.

You're busy setting up the sleeping bags, this time pushing them flush together. They're so close you can barely see the seam between them. Yuji stands on the other side of the fire, watching.

It reminds him of all the times you'd ever scolded him for not making his bed in the morning. I'm gonna crawl back in tonight anyway, he said. Who cares if it's messy?

Idiot, you would call him. But there was no malice behind it. He treated it like a pet name, a badge of honour to be your idiot.

Life felt so simple back then. He was full of determination and life and stuck to his morals as best he could. When he wavered he would text you to come over so you could fall asleep on his chest and suffocate any other thoughts out of his head.

"I've never felt so powerful before," he admits quietly.  You turn to look at him, curious. "Like I could do anything in the world."

There's a negative connotation to that, you know. He could do anything. The world would crumble at his feet and there he would stand, laughing at it all. It isn't his will, not even slightly, but the demon taking refuge in his body would love to see the blood pool.

"Like I could just... reach out and—"

"Yuji!" You hiss, lurching forward to take his hand into yours and retreat from the flame. The skin is already pink and blistering, scorched by the embers. You twist his wrist around, observing where the fire licked the deepest, and pour your energy into him.

When you look up to see if he's crying, or at least grimacing in pain, you find only his smiling face—warm and adoring. For a second it feels like the world isn't burning around you.

It was nice to have you fawning over me.

You wipe that stupid smirk off his face, leaning in to smear a kiss along the scar on his lip.

"Idiot," you say, and he laughs for the first time in so long that it sounds foreign in your ears.

(He doesn't fall asleep that night. He would rather savour the sound of your soft snores, memorize the form of your body in his hold, and try his hardest to burn this into his brain.

So be it if you come to curse him one day. He would welcome you with open arms.)

NOVEMBER 3 2018

The day comes when Megumi sneaks into your hideout, asking for help.

His sister, he explains. He needs help saving Tsumiki. For some reason, resentment boils in your stomach, but then it's snuffed just as fast.

Two days and two nights you've spent pretending Japan isn't collapsing, content with sitting idly by as curses overran Tokyo. You're sure Megumi thought you to be cowards, that you were all hiding under this bridge to wait out the hellstorm that was raining down on your homes.

It was true to some extent. Once Yuji stepped out into battle again, that was that. You're not sure things would ever be the same again, though you suppose you lost the privilege of routine days ago.

"Let me come too," you urge. Three pairs of eyes land on you.

"No," Yuji pushes. "It's dangerous."

"I can fight!"

"You can't," he pauses, then corrects himself, "You won't."

Awkward silence settles over your encampment. Yuta stirs, standing to hold you steady by the shoulders.

"If we need help... if one of us is hurt, we'll need you unharmed. Do you understand?"

Ah, ever so wise, your upperclassman. So easy to persuade you. There's a reason why he's the chosen one only second to Gojo.

You swallow the bile that fights up your throat. "What if you don't come back?"

Yuji steps in this time, knocking away Yuta to hold you by the face. Get a grip, this means. Pull yourself together, don't you dare fall apart in front of me.

"We will."

You once considered telling him how you felt, letting it eat away at you until Nobara groaned in disgust.

“If Itadori starts dating before I do, I’ll puke.”

You remember that you laughed, thinking she was so dramatic. You loved that about her. “I think you would do worse.”

She glared at you, foot lightly kicking at your shin under the table. Still, she made sure to push equal amounts of rice to your side of the plate. “I might burn a village down,” she huffed, placing her chin on her palm.

“You’re fine. Even if I told him how I feel, I don’t think he’d accept.”

“Huh?” Nobara sounded genuinely confused, raising a brow at you. “What makes you think that?”

You didn't know how to answer that. Maybe you were just afraid that you had misinterpreted everything, that the way he held you was protective in a familial manner and that he would slam his door in your face when you tried.

Looking back on it, you can imagine him in the next room ranting about the same things to Megumi.

“He still has posters of Jennifer Lawrence on his wall,” you argued weakly while shoveling rice into your spoon. She watched you take your bite with her lips parted in disbelief.

You wish you had told him, then. Not that it would have changed where you both ended up.

You watch as they pack up their things.

Megumi's demon dog keeps you quiet company, tail thrashing against the ground as you slick back its fur. They talk around the dying flames, devising plan after plan. None seem safe. None would be.

Yuta and Megumi leave first, taking the lead in front of the pack. His dog melts into the shadows and disappears, leaving you sitting alone.

"I want to take you back, but..." Yuji glances over his shoulder toward his death sentence. "Will you make it okay on your own?"

You get up slowly, as if to draw out the time he stands before you. A thousand questions run through your head: what if you never see him again? What if this kills him, not by body, but by his already damaged soul?

He must sense the racing of your mind, so he leans in to engulf you in his arms. In an instant, memories of those days spent lounging in his bed, shoveling your food onto his plate, and purposefully talking louder to tease Megumi come flooding.

A year you would never forget. You're sure it'll become a curse if you dwell, so you tell him: "I'll make it. You go on, they need you."

I need you, too. Stay. If only it were so simple.

He smiles at you, warm like the sun that's hidden behind the barrier. Itadori Yuji looks like a ghost of his former self, battle-worn and covered in scars where his skin used to be smooth. He kisses you again for good measure, making sure he remembers the way you sigh into his mouth.

When he pulls away, there's life gleaming in his eyes.

"Let's watch Human Earthworm 5 when I come back."

Your thumb brushes the corner of his lip. You open your mouth to speak, to finally tell him the truth after all this time. You'd rather not die regretting you never said it, after all.

But you stop.

"I prefer Titanic," you confess. He shakes his head and kisses your forehead. Then he’s gone, taking all the warmth with him.

You'll make up for lost time one day. It won’t be today. You can tell him all about your feelings when he comes back to you.

© ALABOADOA 2023 — please do not translate or post my works to other platforms.

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cw: fantasising, reader is afab, non-consensual . . . drawing??? haz said to me 'do you think welt would draw you if he had a crush on you? draw hentai of you?' and, alas. this occurred.

"Mr Yang?" Your voice is a soft little thing; Welt barely hears it over the sound of his pencil scratching on the paper. Eyes focused on the lines as they take shape. You pause after calling, and timidly knock twice on the door of the cabin. "May I open the door?"

"Mm?" He calls, still not moving his eyes from the paper before him. "Is something wrong?" He's so close to finishing this one; just a few more lines, a little shading here, a shine to the strings of arousal dripping down your thighs from where you're being stretched open on his cock--

You take that as assent. His door creaks open slowly - and there you are, in the flesh.

It's then that he realises exactly what he's doing, and panics.

His sketch is right there, on his desk - you, in all of your beautiful glory, lovingly rendered down to the last detail. That wouldn't be so bad, he supposes, if it were just a portrait; a snatched moment of one of your smiles. Heaven knows you've seen him draw the others - both seriously, for practise, and in little caricatures that make you laugh and shift closer to him until he can smell your perfume sticking to your skin and his cock twitches in his trousers in interest.

He tries to shove it to one side as you walk towards him, unsure if he heard you the first time. You're saying something about Himeko and the Express's next stop.

Welt's movements are too clumsy. Beneath this sketch are others of you - ones he would never work on in common areas. You, mouth open, tears beading in your eyes as your mouth struggles to hold his length. Him, you in his lap, hands running all over you - some dialogue or other about 'being happy to instruct', you calling him 'Mr Yang' . . .

He never wanted to be caught like this. He hadn't meant to! But every image of you that he conjured was so delicious, his imagination overactive, and before he'd even realised it he'd amassed a portfolio of . . . He doesn't even know what to call it. Hentai? Erotica? Self-indulgent fantasy art?

He sweeps most of it into a pile as you stop by his desk and give him a smile so sweet that it makes his teeth ache - but the final sketch, the one he's been working on today, doesn't quite make it. It floats down to the ground as Welt's heart plummets into his chest, and you - lovely you, so helpful, so eager to win Welt's favour (that eagerness has been displayed time and time again in his art) - bend down to retrieve it.

You sneak a glance at what he's been working on, expecting to see some fun robot design (you know he likes robot characters), perhaps a sketch from life of the other passengers, a few simplified Pom Poms like Welt has been character designing for a children's cartoon.

A part of you hopes you see a sketch of yourself. Every time Welt draws you with a smile on his face and his voice soft, you melt inside - and seeing the way Welt sees you, sometimes you even feel beautiful.

You have your mouth all open ready to give a heartfelt compliment when you notice what it is on the paper, and your mouth goes dry.

This is certainly a drawing of you.

This is a drawing of you utterly bare save for a pair of thigh high stockings digging in to your legs, being vigorously and thoroughly fucked by a man who is just out of frame.

"I . . ." You don't know what to do, your hand still holding the sketch. You're trembling, but your mouth has opened just a little, your pupils blown wide. He can see your pulse point fluttering wildly in your throat, and not for the first time he thinks about his lips brushing over it. Teeth worrying into the soft skin of your neck. Biting you, kissing you, sucking his marks into you-- "Do you want me to c-come back later? I'm sure Himeko wouldn't mind postponing the meeting, if you're busy--"

Your voice cracks on the words, your eyes once more flickering down to the sketch. Every curve of you has been drawn with such precision. The curve of your bare ass, the way that the hand of the out of view man sinks into the plush curve of your hip, lines denoting the way your skin indents under the fingertips.

How long has Welt looked at you, to be able to recreate you from memory so easily? He's wrong about how you keep yourself down there, missed out a few markings of your inner thighs and chest that he's never had reason to see . . . but everything else?

Welt looks at you; eyes behind his glasses flashing. You've always thought him handsome. He looks at you now and notices the way you tremble on the edge of not quite knowing what to do, at war with your own desires. The stars outside the cabin play prettily on your face, reflected in your eyes - and oh, it is hard for him not to think of how you'd look on his bed, face turned towards the great expanse of space. Stars in your eyes and his cock inside of you and your body trembling and shaking under his ministrations.

You notice something else in the sketch; the other hand, on your head to pull you back and onto the man's cock . . . gloved. Much like Welt's own.

"I-is this supposed to be . . ." Your words shake and shudder, not only from nervousness but from a sudden bolt of arousal that makes your knees feel weak. "Me?"

Us?, goes the unvoiced second question.

"Close the door," he says, his voice somehow managing to be even. "I'm sorry, my dear. This was . . . horribly inappropriate of me. I'll be out in a moment."

He wonders if you'll ask Himeko to let you off at the Express's next stop, not wanting to be alone with him - or if you'll give in to the feelings warring within you. Your eyes flash. Teeth bite into your bottom lip.

"Is this what you think I'd look like?" You ask him, eventually, in no more than a whisper. You're still looking down at the sketch.

The longer you look at it, the more you can see the passion that he's put into it. The lines denoting the movement of his hips - the peek of his shirt cuffs at the wrist, his cane half-in frame. The puff of breath coming from where you can just see the silhouette of his mouth.

The meticulous attention to detail in your face - your mouth perfectly shaped, your hair exact. Every mole and every freckle and every scar visible in your everyday clothes has a match on the you that Welt has so lovingly rendered. This is a man who has studied you. Learnt you by heart.

"No," Welt says. "I think you'd be prettier."

You swallow. You look up from the sketch.

". . . Do you want to see for real?"

#writing #drabble #welt yang x reader #welt yang smut #hsr x reader #hsr smut #nat.txt #not sfw text

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The Art of Etiquette Part 7 | Jeon Jungkook

Summary: Going gown shopping is proving to be a bit more difficult than you had expected and Jungkook doesn't make it any easier Pairing: f!reader x Etiquette instructor Jungkook Word Count: 4.7k~ Warnings: I don't think there's any need for warnings but so much teasinggg a/n: Sorry this too so long to get out 😭 I've lost motivation to write these days so it's been taking a bit longer for me to get chapters out but I hope you guys like it! p.s. kinda sorta edited lol I just wanted to get it out already Start from the beginning

After talking to Jesse last night about everything that happened between Jungkook and I, I've been even more confused than I was to begin with.

"HE KISSED YOU?!?!" Jesse yells into the phone making me cringe as I pull it away to save my hearing but ultimately fail. 

"I don't know, kind of but not really. He leaned in and kissed my cheek but his lips did brush up against the side of my mouth so I don't know. I'm just so confused because at the start I thought he hated me. He was rude and demanding and always tried to intimidate me. I will admit that it worked sometimes but I just never know what he actually wants from me" I complain while switching to my airpods so I can walk around my room and talk to him while looking for an outfit. 

"I think you're over thinking things. I think it all comes down to the fact that he found you challenging at first so that might've been why you thought that he hated you" he explains. 

"Challenging? What's that supposed to mean?" I question, flipping through the clothes in my closet, struggling to find something that's comfortable but not too casual, easy to take off so it makes trying on dresses a bit easier but doesn't make me look like I didn't put in any effort. You would think I was getting dressed for a first date or something based off the existential crisis I seem to be having. 

"He probably thought you were some bratty rich kid that needed a real push to break out of that mold. I bet he's had to deal with a lot of divas in his time. Don't take it personally though, I'm sure that he just goes into those first few lessons with that mindset and then loosens up a bit as you go along. Or at least that's what I would think based off of what you've told me" he explains. 

"You're probably right" I agree while trying to choose between two colors of what sweater to wear. "Pink or Blue?" I question and without hesitation he chooses pink. "What did you end up putting together?" he asks, eager to know what I've settled on. 

"Pink sweater, white skirt with nude colored leggings and some white boots. Oh and I'm pairing it with the white pea coat James got for me last Christmas" I relay, going through the outfit in my head, leaving everything on their hangers so I won't have to worry about too many wrinkles tomorrow.     

"Why are you dressing so...girly? I mean you're a girl obviously but I figured you would go with something a little more...black" he chuckles, thinking about my usual choice in attire. 

"Jungkook would send me back upstairs to change before he would take me somewhere dressed in all black clothing. He wants me to remember to dress like a lady so I might as well go into it right off the bat so I can avoid another scolding. Plus I figured a skirt would be a lot easier to take off and put back on again since I'll be trying on a few dresses" I say while finally getting myself ready for bed.

"Fair enough. If I were you though I would tell him that the only way I'm taking these clothes off is if you take them off of me if he had a problem with your outfit" he teases, making me roll my eyes at him, amused but embarrassed by his nonsense. "Jesse he's my teacher" I point out for the millionth time, hoping to get him to back off but I know it's pointless. 

"As much as you would like me to jump his bones I need to remember the purpose of our relationship. I don't want to cause James any trouble with messing around with him. I could just see the headlines, 'CEO's step daughter sleeps with her etiquette teacher', I do not  want to have to deal with the backlash from my mother either. If something were to happen between us it could ruin his reputation, making people think that he sleeps with all of his students. Plus who knows, he could've slept with his past students based off of how forward he has been with me" I say while throwing myself onto my bed and staring up at the ceiling. 

"He may be an adonis but I don't think he's the type of guy that would do that. Like he's an etiquette teacher girl, if he was to have had a scandal with a student in the past I'm sure it would've come out by now" he reasons with me and I hum in acknowledgement. 

"I guess you're right" I mumble and soon wrap up our call so I can get some 'Proper beauty sleep' according to Jesse but for the life of me I can't sleep a wink. With all of these questions spinning round and round in my head I just can't seem to ease my mind until I'm jolted awake by my alarm. 

'I guess I was able to sleep a bit' I think to myself before jumping into the shower and rushing to get ready. This'll be the first time Jungkook has seen me bright and early in the morning and not run down after a long day at school so I guess it's best if I make a good impression. 

After putting on my lip gloss to complete the look I'm met with my mother barging into my room. "You do know that Mr. Jeon is going to be here soon and oh-!" she nags quickly spewing out her speech before finally taking a look at me. 

"Look at you! I guess you really are my daughter!" she says while walking over to my mirror to stand behind me. "What's that supposed to mean?" I say crossing my arms and giving her an unamused look through the reflection. 

"It means that you look very beautiful and you're showing off your femininity and assets very well" she says referring to the shorter skirt that she hasn't ever seen me wear before. "Very funny mom now can you please leave so I can finish getting ready?" I ask, shooing her away so I can get her out of my hair, literally since she had started running her fingers through it from the back. 

"Okay okay I'm going. Would you like me to let you know when he's pulling up outside?" she asks and I nod my head and at that she's off to no doubt stand and wait for the first glimpse of him by the door. 'She's more obsessed with that man than Jesse is' I mumble to myself and quickly slip on my boots and take another look at myself before I hear my mother yelling for me to come downstairs.

I open my bedroom door and hear that Jungkook is already somehow inside the house and speaking to my mother when I had anticipated for him to just wait for me by his car. "Oh good you're here! Hurry along I heard you have a very long day ahead of you so behave yourself and do exactly as he says" she lists off and I don't bother giving her an answer. 

"Don't worry Mrs. Hart, I know she's a good girl" Jungkook shamelessly responds for me. My eyes bug out and I watch the amused look spread across his face but it's gone in a flash when my mother turns her attention back to him. "Shouldn't we get going? I know how much you hate being late and I'm sure she's waiting for us already" I say in regards to the modiste that we have an appointment with. 

"Oh yes, I'm sorry I'm holding you up. Have a good day both of you and I'll see you later tonight" she says with a smile while opening the door for us. "Oh I don't think it'll take that lo-" "I won't keep her out too late" Jungkook jumps in and I shut my mouth at his response, knowing I really have no say in the matter but also losing my wording when he places his hand on my waist to guide me over to the car. 

Walking over towards it I realize that he's switched from a four seater car to a two seater and I can't help but wonder if his motives were to not give me any other choice but to sit next to him. "I didn't realize you had another car" I say while he opens the door for me and I sit down and almost squeak at the feeling of the seats sinking down a lot lower than expected and he smirks at my reaction. 

"I have a few but I tend to take this one out every once in a while since it does best on longer trips" he informs before shutting the door for me. I nod my head while he walks around the car and gets in a lot more gracefully than I had which makes me roll my eyes and turn my face away from him. 

"Here" he says handing me an iced coffee "Oh thank you but I don't drink coffee, it makes me anxious" I say politely rejecting. "I know, Matthew told me so I got you a chai latte since to his knowledge, tends to be your favorite" he says. I thank him and receive it with both hands, my cheeks showing a dusting of pink at the thought that again he bothered to make sure he got me something that I would like. He even got me an iced one since I like those better even when it's cold outside. 

I take a couple of sips as he pulls out of the driveway and onto the street before taking notice that I had forgotten something. "Mr. Jeon I'm sorry but do you think we could turn back around? I forgot to grab my coat" I admit, cringing at the thought of inconveniencing him and messing up the schedule for today. 

"It's alright, you can just borrow mine" he says with a slight smile, no hint of irritation or condescension. "But I don't want you to be cold I-" "Y/n it's fine, I don't mind. If anything we can get you another coat once we go looking for the shoes to match your dress" he says and relaxes into his seat. 

His left hand on the wheel with his right placed on his lap where I notice that he's spreading his legs a bit further than I've seen him do before, making me gulp at the sight and turn my face away from him. 

"Is that alright with you?" he questions, making me look back over at him. "What?" I ask, not sure if I had lost track of the conversation or not. "Do you feel comfortable borrowing my jacket or should we turn back around?" he questions glancing over at me. 

"Only if you're sure" I say, wanting to give him the option to change his mind. "If I wasn't sure I wouldn't have offered. I'm asking if you're alright with it" he says and I reply simply saying yes but that's not good enough for him.

"Yes what y/n? I thought we had agreed upon using our words" he taunts and my breath hitches at the fist sign of his flirtatious attitude for the day. "Yes Mr. Jeon, I would feel comfortable borrowing your jacket" I say but he presses further. "I thought we had agreed on being more informal with each other as well" he teases and I look over at  him with a confused face as to why it would make a difference for him.

"Say my name" he says darkly causing a fluttering sensation to bloom in my stomach. "I-, what?" I stutter, not expecting this sort of behavior from him this early in the morning. 

"Say. My. Name. Or would you rather us go back to addressing each other formally?" he questions while he stops at a red light and cocks his brow at me. "Yes Jungkook, thank you for letting me borrow your jacket" I say quietly after a pause, my brain not being awake enough to come up with any smart remarks.

He smiles at that and focuses back on the road and offers me the aux to play some music since the drive is so far. "Try not to fall asleep on me again like last time. Wouldn't want to have to clean the drool off your face again" he teases while holding the chord up for me and making our hands touch since he doesn't seem to want to let go right away. 

I bring my hand down to plug my phone in and he lets his follow mine, keeping them connected for a second, letting his warm hand rest on my thigh before bringing it back towards himself and placing it back on his lap. I clear my throat to get my bearings again and quickly plug it in and play some low fi music which gets him to glance over at me again. 

"What? You don't like it?" I question feeling insecure about my choice since I don't really know what his taste in music is. Unless it's just the ballroom music that we've been dancing to for weeks now but I highly doubt that. 

"No, I do. I'm just sure that a playlist like this one would be the exact thing that would put you to sleep" he says with a crooked smile. "Well I just wasn't sure what you would like and so I figured low fi would be a safe choice" I explain and see that he's still smiling.

 "What?" I question and he glances over at me, making me suspicious of him and all of his reactions. "It's just cute that you put thought into choosing something that you thought I might like as well" he says with a lilt in his voice. 

"I just wanted both of us to enjoy the music that's all" I say, crossing my arms over my chest as a defense mechanism to hide the fact that he's made my heart rate pick up with his simple words. "And that's what I found cute about it" he says, rubbing it in since he can clearly see that it's making me shy. 

"You know, you can be quite irritating sometimes right?" I say as a way to defend myself and make him stop teasing me. "Who me? Am I not allowed to compliment a pretty girl for acting cute?" he plays coy and before I'm able to respond he corrects himself. "Excuse me, a beautiful woman from acting kindly towards me" he finishes and I can't seem to come up with any response to it so instead I choose to angle my body away from him and look out the window. 

"You can put on something you like instead. I tend to enjoy all genres of music" he says, reeling in the teasing and giving me a break thankfully. I in spite, choose to go with one of my angsty playlists full of artists like Simple Plan, Blink 182 and Linkin Park, thinking that it would be something he wouldn't enjoy but to my surprise I catch him drumming his thumbs on the steering wheel to the beat. 

As the playlist shuffles through the songs I catch him singing along to the opening of Bring Me to Life by Evanescence and it's then when I turn my body to face him again. "You know this song?" I question, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "You didn't think that you were the only one who had their emo phase did you?" he laughs and again I'm given another reason to see him in another light. 

As the song progresses we end up doing the call and response of it, with him settling on the guy's part and myself on the girl's and somehow it all just clicks. It's as if we were just two friends on a roadtrip together and it feels, nice? Right? I don't know but it's as if we'd known each other for our whole lives.

There's a comfortable silence once the song comes to a close and we both glance at each other a few moments later and laugh it off. "You weren't kidding when you said you had an emo phase" I tease and he laughs in response. 

"We promised to be honest with each other have we not?" he chuckles after calming down a bit with me, wiping away the few tears that had fallen in the midst of my laughter. "You're right, we have" I respond and again we settle into a comfortable silence before he asks me a question to keep me talking. 

"Penny for your thoughts?" he questions, glancing over at me before turning his attention back towards the road. "I mean there's not much to tell" I say, not having anything in particular stick out to me but he unsurprisingly presses nonetheless.

"There must be something going on in that pretty little head of yours" he teases I take in a sharp breath, his compliments always catching me off guard. "Why do you always compliment me and tease me like that?" I say quickly without giving my brain a second to stop me. "Tease you like what?" he asks with a huge smile, not expecting me to just come out and say it. 

"Why do you do that Jungkook?" I ask, using his first name to show him I'm serious about this question. "Do you not like it when I compliment you?" he deflects. "Answer the question Jungkook" I reiterate since he doesn't have a care in the world at this point. 

"Because you're beautiful" he admits as if it would have no effect on me. "I-" "What? You expect me to spend this much time with you and not come to notice how beautiful you are?" he asks, looking over at me as we reach a stop light. I sit there without an answer, not knowing whether I should acknowledge his words or just brush them off. 

We had agreed to be less formal with each other but did he think that was a green light to trying to pursue me? I've gotta talk to Jesse about this. 

"Looks like we made it just in time" he states a few minutes later as we pull up to the modiste, seeing that the kind woman that had helped us out before waving at us through the window. 

"You ready?" he asks, scaring me at the sudden concern in his voice. "You're scaring me" I laugh off and watch as he gets out of the car and comes around to open my door for me.

"Let's just say it's going to be a long day" he explains, holding his hand out for me to take and I graciously do. Seeing how low these seats sink down I would probably make a fool out of myself if I were to try and get out on my own. 

Once I stand up I stumble a bit and lose my footing leaving me bracing myself on his chest, my hands pressed firmly against his pectorals but I push off of them once I feel them flex under his incredibly tailored dress shirt and again lose my balance but he pulls me in close by the waist before I can manage to tumble back down into the car. 

"You alright?" he smirks with his hand still firmly against my waist and his hand pressed against the car behind me, placing us in a similar position we had been in just last night. "I'm fine" I say after clearing my throat and placing my hand on top of the one he has on my waist as a way to request for him to let me go. 

"Hey, are we okay?" He asks, tilting his head to meet my downward turned gaze. "Why wouldn't we be?" I question, felling on fire being this close to him. "I just hope I haven't made you feel uncomfortable. I really do think you're beautiful" he says, placing a hand on my cheek and bringing my chin up to face him. 

"Can we talk about this later? She's watching" I ask, nodding toward the dressmaker inside who is clearly enjoying the show. "I don't mind, I just want to make sure that we're okay" he says, deepening his gaze if even possible and I just nod and utter a quick yes before slipping out of his grasp and speed walking to the door. 

He braces both of his hands on the roof on the car I had just been leaning against and lets out a dry chuckle before pushing off and closing the door, catching the last glimpse of me scurrying into the shop. 'Cute' is the only word that comes to mind for him at our whole exchange and my reactions to it all and it would continue to be his reaction throughout the whole day as he watches me try to find the perfect dress. 

~~~~

"Welcome back dearie" she greets me with a knowing smile, not even bothering to pretend she hadn't seen everything that transpired between Jungkook and I. "Good to see you again" I say, meeting her with a shy smile, hoping she won't address the topic, or at least with Jungkook right on my heels. 

"I'm sorry ma'am in all of the excitement from the first time I had been here I never managed to catch your name" I say, scolding myself for forgetting to even ask. "You can call me Genevieve dear. And remember, I said you could lose the formality with me, especially since I would love to have some girl talk with you about Mr. Jeon" she teases with a wink and before I'm able to protest she's already greeting Jungkook right behind me.

"Mr. Jeon how lovely to see you again. I see you've both become better acquainted with each other since the last time you were here" she says, stopping Jungkook in his tracks and leaving me clearing my throat and awkwardly requesting that we get started. 

I glance back at Jungkook and see how the tips of his ears have turned red, not having expected her to come right out with it but it makes me smile nonetheless, seeing once again that I'm not the only one that gets shy in this dynamic we have going. 

~~~~

After trying on dress after dress after dress we can't seem to find the right one. "What about the dress you picked out when we first came here? That one won't work for this event?" I yell to Jungkook from behind the curtain as Genevieve helps me out of what feels like the hundredth dress. 

"It doesn't fit the season nor the occasion. Just try on a few more and if we can't find one we can look through the catalogue and order one and come back for a fitting later on this week" he responds without a care. 

"It'll be a bit of a tight squeeze in terms of time if we were to do it that way though" she warns me as she zips up the next dress and before I can even take ten steps out of the dressing room Jungkook has already disapproved of it.

"You don't like this one?" I question looking down at it, but then after having seen it in a different lighting realize that I hate it too. "You really want to ask me that question again?" he cocks a brow at me. I let out a sigh and my whole demeanor droops as I walk back into the dressing room. 

"Hey" Jungkook says, walking up on me before I'm even able to close the curtain. "Don't scare me like that" I say, placing a hand over my chest as an automatic response. "Why don't we take a break? There's an Indian restaurant down the street from here so we can have lunch and then come back. That sound alright to you?" he asks and chuckles at seeing my face light up at the idea.

"I'll take that as a yes" he says with a smug smile. "Can you help me get out of this? Genevieve had a hard time with the zipper so I think her hands might be getting a little tired of doing this" I ask, turning my back to him and giving a perfectly innocent excuse as to why I'm seeking his help but I can see his amused smile in the small mirror that he doesn't seem to notice that's placed right in front of me.

"Of course Pretty" he smiles and he takes his time dragging the zipper down and his brows shoot up at the realization that I'm not wearing a bra with this dress and once he's finished he runs his finger along my spine, seeing a slight red mark from the constant rub of the zippers of multiple dresses and I see his brows draw together at the realization.

"Let's get you out of here. We can come back another day to continue but I think you've had enough" he says running his finger along the line once more, causing a shiver that I had been trying to hold back to run up my spine but at his concern for the slight marks the dresses had left on my skin he decides to ignore it.

"It's okay, let's go eat and once we're done I'll try on a few more. I feel like the both of us will be able to think a bit straighter on a full stomach. Don't you think?" I ask, turning around to face him with one arm placed over my chest to hold up the dress being the only space between him and my bare skin. 

"If that's what you want" he says, his eyes tracing the slight bit of bare skin he's able to see on my chest and up to my eyes. "I'll just ask her to get a few more dresses ready for us while we're gone" he says and tells me through the curtain minutes later that he'll meet me outside. 

"You're a sly one love" Genevieve says as I come out of the dressing room fully clothed. "What makes you say that?" I question, tilting my head in confusion. "You knew I was coming back in a few seconds but asked him to unzip the dress for you anyway" she says and I widen my eyes, surprised that she has seen that exchange. "Nothing goes on in this shop without me knowing love" she chuckles at my reaction and gives me a little jar of salve. 

"What's this?" I question curiously, turning the jar over in my hands. "Mr. Jeon noticed the red marks the dresses left on your back and got worried so he asked me if I had anything that might with that" she says giving me a quick wink. "Now hurry along love and I'll see you soon" she says ushering me out and watching as I walk up to Jungkook leaning against my side of the car and looking up when he hears me coming. 

"You sure you want to come back today? I can ask her to schedule another day for us to come back" he says, still leaning against the car with his arms now crossed over his chest and observing my form to see any signs of discomfort but the only thing that has me nervous are his wandering eyes.

"I'm fine Jungkook I promise" I say while looking down and pulling on the sleeve on my sweater in an effort to warm up my hands a bit and shield them from the cold. He hooks his finger under my chin and brings my eyes up to him and studies my features before making the decision that I'm still up for the task. 

"Okay" he agrees, caressing my face for a second before using that same hand and places it on my waist and turns to open the car door and helps me in again. He places his coat over my lap, noticing that I'm shivering. I murmur a quick thank you before he closes the door, going around the car to get to the driver's side, waving at Genevieve before getting in the car as well. 

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[blackopals-world]

I Found Home

(part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (part 4)(Part 6)(Part 7)(Part 8)

Implied relationship

Part 5

Notes: This wasn't supposed to happen yet but I'm working on several chapters at once so this got posted first due to timing. This chapter was meant to go last. (besides I'm not going to pretend that most of you didn't just come here for this guy. I just want to get this over with.)

Malleus

"The Hero"

Grimm wasn't the most social of the kids but he was finally learning how to play with others. From what the child development book says he had a rich imagination and took part in imaginative play with others. He had even shown interest in things like singing and dancing with other kids.

But when art time came Grimm looked upset and yelled at another girl. Yuu had to apologize to the girl and her father. They had an argument which caused Grimm to lose his temper. He wouldn't say what it was about either.

When it was time to go Grimm waited by the car and stared at the crumpled drawing he made in his hands.

"Do you want to talk about what happened?" Yuu asked helping Grimm into his car seat.

Grimm shook his head.

Yuu nodded and decided to leave it alone.

When they got home Grimm went to his room without much fuss. Even bathtime was quiet without his usual crying.

When it was time for bed Grimm still clutched the paper ball.

"Mama?" He asked for her while he was deep in thought.

"Yeah, sweetie?" Yuu pulled the covers over him.

"Where is our family?" Grimm unfurled the pater to reveal a drawing of her and him in crayon.

Yuu's voice was caught in her throat. She wanted to wait until he was older to explain this.

"We are a family." She said simply.

"But Erinn said that families were big like hers. A mommy, daddy, sister, brother, grandma, and grandpa. But I only have a Mommy." Grimm asked confused. "I told Erinn that I only had Mama and she said that we weren't a real family without that. So I got mad."

Yuu knew she had to control her emotions and try to explain but it was getting hard.

"We are a family. All the family we need. Erinn is lucky and has a big family already and she doesn't understand what other families look like." Yuu said stiffly "I'm sorry if I'm not enough. If I could, I would give you the family you deserve but I'm only one person."

Yuu quickly finished saying goodnight before retreating to her room. Tears of frustration blinded her.

It wasn't her fault.

She wanted a family too.

Ever since she returned to her world and old life she had tried to find her place. Friends and family were happy to see her again but they had moved on after years of her absence. Everything familiar was now strange. Then came the questions about where she was and what happened. She couldn't answer, no one would believe her. They turned on her with suspicion and called out her lies. News media caught wind and police had questions as well. Everyone wanted to know but she had no answers.

Rumors were everywhere and even the people who trusted and wanted to help Yuu had mud slung their way. She did what had to do to protect them and left. She escaped as far as she could to a place where no one knew her. She wrote her books in solitude and kicked out everyone who tried to profit from her newfound fame.

Conspiracy theorists and true crime fans still hounded her but she had a life where she could be in relative peace.

She had a son now and could live a normal life. Wasn't that enough? Can't she live her life?

Yuu cried for herself, for her son, for their future.

"Are you sure we shouldn't wait until tomorrow, your Majesty? Yuu may be asleep by now." Silver asked pushing aside the foliage with a ball of light he cased in the other.

"Of course, my child of man has always stayed up late in the night. She is undoubtedly awake." Malleus said proudly leaving Sebek and Silver to clear the way. Trails of Will o'-Wisps marked their path to find their way back.

Lilia flew above the group as he enjoyed the scenery. He seemed even more relaxed these days. Silver and Sebek had finally taken over their roles as captains of the royal guards. Malleus was firmly established himself as the ruling king and let his dear grandmother retire to her castle on the coast. She was certainly enjoying the sun in her scales.

Malleus had been hard at work revitalizing his kingdom. Bringing his kingdom into the current Era took effort but he had reached out to Shroud's heir for his assistance. Now the youth of his kingdom had new jobs to look forward to and new citizens had begun to move into their land. Malleus had also reached out to over classmates and found their help invaluable.

Kingscholar and Viper had been invaluable political partners and expanded trade between their lands. Rosehearts had joined him in laying out new laws compatible with technological developments. Ashengrotto had great knowledge of how to take advantage of natural resources in the area. Schoenheit offered assistance in starting an entertainment business hub like filming to take advantage of the vista.

Malleus had developed strong friendships with each of them but none of them could compare to the one that changed his life. Something they all agreed on.

"This place is so nice. So many stars but you can still see the city lights in the far distance. Are we close to the shore?" Lilia couldn't wait to visit another world and go touring with Yuu. His boys may be reserved to just seeing her but he had plans.

"The terrain is dangerous. It's rocky and likely has many dangerous creatures lurking about. How that human can stand being so much peril is beyond me." Sebek huffed.

Silver shook his head and ignored his co-captain.

As the group journeyed through the forest they noticed a small sound break up the buzzing of cicadas. Small sniffles and whimpers echoed and wrapped around the trees.

Lilia as if sensing a child's distress told the group to be quiet as he tracked down the whining.

Tucked into a hollow at the base of a tree a small boy huddled with a stuffed cat clutched to his body for dear life. The poor child cried for no one but himself.

As the group got closer they lit up wisp light around the area. The soft light alerted the boy as he drew closer.

"Hey, there. What are you doing out here so late?" Lilia crouched down to the boy's level to not scare him. "You should be at home."

The boy shook his head.

"You're parents are probably looking for you." Silver said.

"I can't. I'm bad." The boy rubbed his red puffy eyes.

"You're bad?" Malleus asked holding out his hand to Silver who immediately grabbed Sebek and grabbed a handkerchief from the half-fae's pocket. He then gave it to his king.

Lilia took the handkerchief and held it up to the boy's nose and told him to blow his nose. (Crying gets very messy with kids his age and makes it hard for them to breathe with clogged sinuses. Not mention kids have a hard time blowing their nose on their own at a young age.)

The boy wrinkled his face as Lilia cleaned his stuffy nose with practiced ease. The boy tried to weakly fend him off the same way any child does when you try to clean a smudge off their cheek with your thumb. Once he was freed and cleaned up he finally responded.

"I'm a bad boy. I made Mama cry. She said cus of me." He said remorseful.

"Why don't you just say sorry then?" Sebek said tactlessly.

Silver elbowed him and the crocodile shrugged with an expression that said 'What do you want me to say! I'm right!"

"Because I always make Mama cry. Mama is always sad. So I'm going back so I can't make her sad again." He said defiantly.

He was going to help his mother even if he wasn't going to be with her.

"Where are you going?" Malleus asked kneeling beside Lilia.

The boy looked that Malleus's horns with wonder.

"Mama found me here in these woods. But she told me a story of a dragon that lived far in the woods. The dragon was nice and helped the lost princess so I want to find him and ask him to help Mama." The boy sounded really proud of his plan.

"A quest. What a brave boy you are." Lilia ruffled the boy's hair. The boy tried to dodge but failed.

"Hey, are you the dragon?" The boy asked pointing at Malleus's horns.

"I'm a dragon-fae. The king in fact." Malleus responded.

"And you can help my Mama? With your magic? Can you take her nightmares?" The boy asked pleading.

"I will try to help if you lead us to her." Malleus wanted to see Yuu again but he knew he had to help this child first. Reuniting this family was more important right now than petty wants.

Yuu couldn't sleep. She just needed the check. Maybe she was excessive but she just worried. Almost every night she would cheak on Grimm, just in case. She just need to see he was alive and breathing.

Some times she just had nightmares where he...

The parenting manuals said that this was perfectly normal. Her fears were natural and these impulses were a product of evolution and prevention of S.I.Ds.

Wait is there a cut-off point for S.I.Ds? Could Grimm still get it?

Yuu took a deep breath, she just needed to see him.

Yuu opened the door quietly to find...an empty bed.

"Grimm?" Yuu called out.

She began checking the bathroom in case he needed to go potty...nothing.

She checked the kitchen in case he wanted water...nothing.

The living room, The study, her bedroom, the attic, the garage

Nothing, nothing , nothing, nothing, nothing, NOTHING!

Yuu searched everywhere as she rushed outside and called for him. Soon the hysteria kicked in as she banged on her neighbors' doors. Frantically she gathered people to help her find her son.

The group was no less enthusiastic to help as they treated the boy like a little hero on a quest. Unfortunately, this hero was very tired and needed to be carried by the dragon king. Lilia was desperate to have his turn but the bat was way too energetic right now.

Lilia was secretly praying that Yuu lived with children so he could play with them.

Grimm was fascinated with Malleus. He studied the dragon's horns, eyes and fangs.

"Mama said the dragon was best friends with the lost princess. Is that true?" Grimm asked touching Malleus's sharp ears.

Malleus let the boy explore as he thought of a response.

"I cared deeply for a friend who was far from home. She was my best friend."

"What was she like? I like the princess most." Grimm said cheerfully.

"The princess, I mean she was beautiful like any princess. But she was better. She was kind and selfless. She made friends everywhere she went." As Malleus said this little fingers pulled at his lips to get a better look at his teeth.

"She's so cool. I wish I could meet her."

Malleus quickly handed the child off to Sebek. Sebek received no better treatment as the boy pulled on his ears and cheeks. He has pincer-like fingers and speed.

Lilia laughed. Silver was the same way.

Sebek practically tossed Grimm to Silver to deal with. Sliver was fine with Grimm but Lilia's silent pleading made him hand the boy over.

Almost immediately Grimm was asleep as Lilia rocked the boy to sleep. The group sighed in relief.

"So," Sliver spoke up only for a chorus of 'Shh' to stop him. He was just going to ask about the stuffed cat that looked exactly like Grim. Or the fact that his name was Grimm. Just him? Okay.

But the blissful silence didn't last as sirens and shouting were heard.

"Grimm?! Grimm?!" Voices shouted as groups of people searched for the boy.

Safe to say his mother was looking for him.

The group managed to dodge the cops as the found a familiar young woman still wrapped in her night clothes shouting Grimm's name. Bright searchlights haloed around her.

"Yuu?!" Malleus called out as soon as he saw her.

The woman squinted to see through the lights before she gasped. She quietly scrambled through the foliage. She had trouble due to still being in her house shoes, she couldn't even think of changing when her son was missing.

"Mal?" She called trying to see if she was hallucinating.

"Malleus please, you have to help me. My son, he's gone." Yuu begged her hand clutched over her chest.

Malleus didn't know how to respond at first. No words would help. The only thing to ease her is her child.

Lilia came forward and handed the sleeping boy back into his mother's arms.

Yuu's eyes lit up with unimaginable joy like finally breathing after unending suffocation. She fell to her knees as she held him close to her.

"My baby. My sweet baby." She mumbled pressing kisses to his head as tears of relief flowed down her cheeks. "Thank you. Thank you."

The situation took time to clean up as everyone was alerted that Grimm was found. Everyone sighed in relief and returned home. Except for that crotchety old woman next door. Yuu would expect a strongly worded letter soon.

The reunion wasn't what anyone expected but Yuu was no less grateful to her friends.

When they explained the situation, Yuu's eyes dimmed.

"I see, it's my fault." She sighed.

"He was just trying to help you. He doesn't know any better." Sebek rolled his eyes.

"That's the point. He's a child, he doesn't know any better. It's my responsibility not to make him feel responsible for my emotions. He should never see his mother cry. I tried to hid it." Yuu berated herself.

"Yuu, from one parent to another you need to hear this. It's hard, it's always going to be hard, but you're doing great." Lilia said gently pulling Yuu into a hug.

All the stress she had been carrying since she assumed her role as parent bubbles to the surface. All this time she had been carrying the heavy weight of expectations and constantly questioned herself. Everytime she got something wrong she panicked. Every crying fit and scraped knee she blamed on herself. Judging herself based on every parenting manual and blog she read. It all came to the surface.

She felt like she was going to break into pieces.

Suddenly another pair of arms wrapped around her then another and reluctantly another.

This was what she needed. Reassurance.

"Who dares intrude upon my lair." Lilia cackled wrapped in a black blanket.

"I do! Grimm the dragon prince!" Grimm stood proudly over Sebek's(slain in battle, r.i.p) body with a plastic sword in hand.

Grimm had taken to wearing a pair of fake ram horns and pretending to be a dragon recently.

Yuu raised an eyebrow as she drank her tea.

"If you wish to save the princess you must face my minions!" Lilia said waving a hand and sending Silver out to duel with the boy.

"Don't worry! I have my own minions! Go dragon king!Save the princess!" Grimm said sawing his hand this time.

Yuu snorted and held back her laughter as she looked up from her notepad.

Malleus of course assisted as he pretended to battle Lilia.

"Mal are you a king or a minion?" Yuu laughed.

"Are you a princess or are you just wearing a cone hat?" Malleus retorted.

"You've become more sassy with age. Now hurry up and save me." Yuu pouted taking off the pink cone hat.

Malleus picked up Yuu in a princess carry as Grimm cheered.

"My heros~" Yuu giggled as she wrapped her arms around Malleus's neck.

"Where too now my dear princess?"Malleus asked.

"To the study my stead!" She shouted.

Sebet tried to say something before Silver kicked him from their downed position.

"I'm a stead now, am I?" Malleus teased as he carried her off.

Grimm payed no mind. Grandpa Lilia said that they need space. The boy instead leapt onto his uncles who grunted as the air was forced from their lungs.

Upstairs Malleus placed Yuu on her desk chair as she began typing out her new book.

"Finally designed on a name for it?" Malleus asked resting his head on her shoulder.

"Yep, The Lost Prince and the Dragon King"

"Hmm, I like it."

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[fadedncity]

talk to my skin

wc: 13.8k…idek how we got here 👩🏽‍🦯

pairing: jaemin x fem!reader

cw: fwb!au, non idol au, college au, friends to lovers (?), soft(dom)!jaem, alcohol consumption, use of marijuana, mentions of bad hookups, mentions of fake orgasms, teasing, fingering, biting, oral sex (giving/receiving), crying, semi public/car sex, mentions of masturbation, dirty talk, pet names, praise kink (!!), spitting, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, sex while under the influence, mentions of other idols, porn with too much plot 

song rec: talk to my skin by stalgia | need to know by doja cat

part two

FRIDAY

"Come on, it's not even that funny," Rina whined. 

"Yes, it kinda is," Haechan says while still laughing. 

"You really think so?" Rina asks you, who's laughing too hard, trying to catch your breath as you nod at her. 

"Okay," she calmly said, "Never have I ever been with a guy who couldn't make me cum." 

The laughing stopped, and you snapped your head up, shooting daggers at your best friend. 

"Bitch.." you narrowed your eyes.

"Go on. Bottoms up," Rina grinned, handing you the bottle of vodka. 

"There's no way you're serious," Renjun said. 

You ignored all the shocked looks on the faces around you and down the shot. The alcohol burned as it poured down your throat, not dulling the embarrassment you felt enough for your liking. 

"Are you kidding?" Haechan asks, watching you take the shot as a penalty in this game of never have I ever.

Why is it always never have I fucking ever?

"No, I'm lying for shits and giggles," you said sarcastically.

"Who was it?" Jisung asked. 

"Kinda all of them?" you answered.

"Even Mike?" Ningning asked.

"Yup." 

"I thought you said he had a big dick," Eunji cut in. 

"Doesn't mean he knows how to use it," you said. The room erupted into laughter. 

"But what about that party a few weeks ago. Everyone heard you two fucking," Chenle reminds you, making you relive the embarrassment.

"And it sounded like it was good to me," Kali added before drunk-giggling to herself.

You shrug, "Faking it is an art only few can master," you say.

"Damn, some actress you are. I know for a fact half the party went home bricked up that night," Yangyang said, sending Kali and Meera into a fit of laughter. 

"Thank you," you proudly smile.

You find your eyes drifting to the corner that has been relatively quiet for the past few minutes. Jaemin's eyes were already on you. He sends you a soft smile which you return sheepishly before refocusing on the game you were supposed to be playing. 

The next few rounds consisted of Haechan trying the most to get Jisung out, which resulted in the younger firing back with multiple shots. The game was finally over after Haechan took his third shot of Fireball and stumbled off to the bathroom only seconds later. 

"Are you sure you're okay?" you ask Haechan again. 

"Yeah, the room isn't spinning as much anymore," he says, laying his head in Meera's lap while still on the bathroom floor. 

"Do you still wanna smoke?" you ask. 

"You know I would, but I can't even get up right now. Just go without me," Haechan waved his arm. 

"You sure?"

"Yeah," he sighed. 

"Alright, but I don't wanna hear you tomorrow crying, I can't believe you smoked without me," you whined, imitating his voice.

"Shut up," he attempted to hit you with an empty water bottle. 

"I'll match you tomorrow," you told Haechan. 

"Deal." 

You tucked the freshly rolled joint behind your ear, looking for a jacket to throw on real quick. Some of your friends, still sitting in the living room, were now sitting in front of the tv. 

"This is so fucked up. My controller is broken," you heard Yangyang complain. 

"No, you're just bad," Ningning laughed. You didn't even have to look at the screen to know Ningning was winning whatever game they were playing. 

Their banter faded into the background as you entered the kitchen. 

"You leaving?" Rina asked. 

you shake your head, no, "Just going to smoke real quick." 

"Don't take too long."

"Don't tell me what to do," you playfully scoff, looking back to see her flipping you off on your way out the door. 

You took a seat on the backdoor steps, hugging the jacket around you tighter. You didn't even know who it belonged to when you grabbed it, but you can tell by the signature black lighter in the front pocket it belongs to Jisung. Bless him for always being prepared. 

It was a bit of a struggle to light the end because of the slight breeze in the air, but you managed. Just as you took a hit, you heard the door opening and closing behind you. You turn around to see Jaemin, a drink in his hand.

"You mind if I join you?" he asks.

Joint still between your lips, you nod, patting the spot next to you. Jaemin sits, and you pass the joint to him, already feeling the airiness in your limbs. After his second hit, he broke the silence and asked,

"Has no guy ever really made you cum?"

"Oh my god," you groan, covering your face, "I'm gonna kill Rina," you mumble, and he laughs.

"There's just no way you've just been that unlucky."

"You're telling me."

"So, like you've never had an orgasm?" he asks, passing the joint back to you. 

"No. I am more than capable of doing things myself," you pause to take a drag, "Guys are just incompetent and never think of anyone but themselves," you say, a bit of malice in your tone. 

As you said before, you are more than qualified to get the job done yourself, but it gets tiring, and I'm pretty sure your trusty vibrator would appreciate a break. 

"That's because you've been sleeping with the wrong ones," Jaemin said, taking the joint back from you. 

"Yeah. Well, you wanna point me in the direction of the right ones?" you scoffed.

Jaemin turned your head to look at him as he wore a grin on his face. 

"What?" you laugh at the look on his face.

"You wouldn't have to go looking too far when there's one right here."

"You?" you ask, and he nods, "Jaemin.." you wanted to bust out and laugh because there's no way he's not fucking with you right now. 

But his face doesn't change, and it's starting to seem like he isn't joking. 

"You're serious?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" he asks, and you notice the space between you is beginning to close. "You're hot, smart, funny. You can outdrink and out smoke almost anyone I know," he says, making you laugh, "And, what kind of friend would that make me if I didn't help you out during a time of need." 

"This isn't something I need. I've been doing just fine on my own without it."

"How could you say that if you don't really know what you're missing out on?" Jaemin asks. You feel his breath fanning across your face, telling you how close the two of you are right now. 

Your mind wandered back to the things you've been told about him. What you've heard from friends of friends about Jaemin was enough to say you were at least curious about what he had to offer. 

"Like what?"

"All the things I can do to make you feel good," Jaemin flicked his eyes down to your lips, "The things I could teach you," his lips brushed past yours and started tracing your jaw, "The ways I could make you scream—Really scream," he said those last words in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine, and goosebumps rose over your skin.

You just hope he doesn't notice you subtly pressing your thighs together, listening to him. And if he did he didn't say anything about it.

You gnawed on your bottom lip, thinking about Jaemin's offer. He could tell you were weighing the choices in your head, suddenly feeling under pressure. 

"Look," Jaemin started, "I don't need an answer now, but just think about it?" 

"Okay," you answered. 

He got up from the step, leaving you there, your mind still reeling from everything that just happened in the last few minutes.

"You coming?" Jaemin asks you. 

"Yeah," you break out of your thoughts and stand up, following him back into the house. 

. . .

You've been trying to fall asleep for the last hour and a half. But even with Kali loudly snoring in your ear, nothing could drown out the thoughts running rampant in your head.

When trying to distract yourself on your phone wasn't enough, you decided to go stretch your legs and grab something from the kitchen. 

You quietly slipped out of bed, trying not to wake the two girls sleeping next to you. Tiptoeing your way down the hallway towards the kitchen, you could hear the soft snores of the boys sleeping in the living room. After carefully stepping over their dormant bodies laid out all over the floor, you make it to the kitchen and almost jump out of your skin when you find Jaemin still awake, not expecting anyone else to be up. 

He blankly stared at you with a spoon full of ice cream between his fingers before you broke the silence.

"Meera's gonna kill you," you say, joining him.

"I'll replace it tomorrow morning before she wakes," he says, "Just promise not to snitch." 

"I'll think about it," you said, narrowing your eyes at Jaemin before snatching the spoon from him and taking a scoop for yourself. 

"I thought about it," you said. 

"Thank you. You can't gamble with a man's life like that," he clasped his hands together. 

"No," you laughed, "About what you said earlier," you avoided his eyes, sliding the tub of half-eaten ice cream back over to him. 

"Yeah?" Jaemin asked, and you nodded. "And?"

"If we do this, you gotta promise things won't get weird."

"Things won't get weird," he simply said. 

"How do you know?" 

"Because I just do," he smiles at you before putting the ice cream away. "But I have one condition," he says before coming back over to you and placing his hands on your waist, pulling your body flush against his. 

"If I'm gonna help you, you're gonna help me too," the corners of his lips twitched. You didn't even know what he was gonna ask you, but if he kept looking at you like that, you would gladly give him anything. "I need you to tell me what you want. Because as much fun as it would be to take my time exploring your body and finding all those things myself, I just wanna help you feel good, angel." 

If Jaemin didn't have you sandwiched between the counter and his body, your knees would have given out from the way his pet name for you just rolled off his tongue.

Anything you were supposed to say next left your mind as Jaemin's eyes flickered down to your lips. 

"Can you do that for me?" Jaemin asks. 

"Uh-huh," you nod. 

"I need words, baby," he smiled, noticing the effect his words had on you.

"Yes, Jaemin." 

"Good. Come over tomorrow. And wear something as sexy as this," Jaemin half-joked, lightly squeezing your ass. 

You remove his hand just as you hear footsteps coming into the room. 

"What are you two doing up?" Meera asks, coming into the kitchen to grab a water bottle.

"Nothing. We were just heading back to bed," Jaemin answered. 

"Right. Goodnight," you zipped past her, out the kitchen. 

Jaemin was right behind you before the two of you heard, "Who the fuck ate my ice cream?"

"Shit," Jaemin muttered.

SATURDAY

You ignored the slight dampness of your palms and your heart hammering against your ribs as you waited for Jaemin. You heard shuffling from inside his house before the door swung open.

"You listened." Jaemin's eyes wandered down your body, "Good girl," he called you, and you tried not to audibly whimper at his words as he invited you into the house. 

You heard Jaemin ask if he could get you anything, but as your eyes roamed the expanse of his broad shoulders, your mind got lost elsewhere. His shirt clung to his body as if it shrunk in the wash, seeing the defined muscles in his back and arms while the sweatpants he wore hung low on his hips. 

Fuck, he looks good-

"Huh?" you snap out of your thoughts when you finally hear Jaemin calling your name. 

"What?" he asks with a grin, fully aware you were checking him out just now. 

"Nothing," you answer as you sit on the couch next to him 

"What?" he asks again. This time, snaking his arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him. 

Instead of answering him, your eyes fell to his lips. Thinking about what it would be like to feel his lips against yours, the things he would say to you, the noises he would make.

But to Jaemin, your silence meant you were seconding guessing this entire thing.  

"You know, we really don't have to-"

"I want to," the corners of your mouth curl up. 

A smile quickly stretches across Jaemin's face at your confirmation. 

"The boys won't be back until later," he softly squeezed your knee, "We should have more than enough time." Jaemin couldn't resist the urge to trace his nose up the column of your throat, letting your sweet scent flood his senses. "So, tell me," Jaemin started, "Why couldn't those other guys make you cum?" 

Internally cringing as the memories rush back, you roll your eyes, "You're my sex therapist now?"

"I'm serious, y/n. I can't help you if you don't tell me."

You wish the couch would swallow you instead. 

You sigh, "I don't know. Maybe something's wrong with me," you joke, "Some of them really didn't know what they were doing. But with the others, I don't know. I just could never get there." you continue staring at your lap.  

"I don't think there's anything wrong with you," Jaemin says, sliding his hand up from your knee, squeezing your thigh softly. "I just think you've never been with anyone who could properly take care of you." his nose brushed yours. "Good thing, I'm right here, angel," he grinned. 

Your eyes flicker down to his lips again, wanting so badly to kiss them. 

"But I won't do anything unless you tell me to," his voice cuts through your thoughts. 

"Kiss me," you breathe out. Jaemin closes the space between you, kissing you. His lips were soft against yours, the faint taste of Redbull still lingering on his lips.

"You wear this for me?" Jaemin licks his lips, savoring the taste of your artificial cherry-flavored lipgloss staining his lips. 

"Maybe," you smile, kissing him again.

"I can't wait to get a real taste of you," he said, his words making your stomach flip. 

You wrinkle the fabric of his shirt between your fingers, pulling him back in and connecting your lips once again.

Your hands found their way into his hair while Jaemin pulls you into his lap to straddle him, and you deepen the kiss. Your thumbs caress his cheeks, and his hands squeeze your hips.

You place your hands on his shoulders, moving down to his biceps. And it intimidates you a bit, feeling his muscles practically bulging through his shirt. 

When the fuck did he start working out so much? 

Your lips mold together perfectly as you move your hands, softly threading the short hairs at the nape of his neck between your fingers.

Jaemin's lips leave yours to trail kisses down your jaw. You carded your fingers through his hair as he kissed your neck. He could feel the low rumble bubbling in your throat, starting to suck on your skin. His lips find the sweet spot below your ear, making you moan. You feel him hum against your throat, doing it again to make you whimper.

"Jaem.."

"This okay?" he asks, tracing the tip of his tongue along your collarbone.

"More than." 

"Want me to keep going?" he asks.

"Please."

Jaemin barely took his lips off yours as the two of you made your way to his room. After hearing the soft click of his bedroom door closing, you could suddenly hear how loud your heart was beating in your ears. 

Jaemin moves his lips back down to your neck, kissing the skin his lips haven't touched yet. 

"Jaemin, please," you mewl when he runs his tongue across your skin.

"What is it, angel? Tell me what you want," he holds your jaw, getting you to look at him. 

"I don't wanna think. I just want you to make me feel good." 

Jaemin can hear the desperation in your voice and see the lust swimming around your irises as you slip into this headspace. 

"It's okay, sweetheart," Jaemin softly caresses your cheek, "Nana will take good care of you." You practically melt at his words. "Get on the bed," he tells you.

Your body moves without thinking, and you sit down on his bed. Jaemin smiles at how compliant you are. 

"You gonna be a good girl for me, angel?" 

You whimpered, pressing your thighs together. And Jaemin noticed your not-so-subtle way of relieving the pressure between your legs. 

"You wanna be good for me, don't you?" you laid down as he crawled on top of you. 

"Yes."

"That's what I like to hear." he smiles against your lips. 

Your tongues tangled with one another's, your hands touching him in all the places you could reach. You felt Jaemin begin to pull away but catch his bottom lip between your teeth. He groans as he pulls away before going back in and letting you do it again. 

One of his legs slides between yours, and you roll your hips against his thigh. He firmly presses the muscle into your core, making you moan around his tongue.

"You sound so pretty like this," Jaemin murmurs. 

You felt his fingers wander down to your legs, reaching the hem of your dress and sliding it up your thighs. Jaemin slips his hand between your legs, his fingers finding the growing wet spot on your panties. You hear a low groan from his throat when he feels how wet you are and starts petting your clothed clit.

"That feels good," You mewl, rolling your hips into his hand to try and get more than what he was giving. Jaemin was just enjoying hearing you whine and watching you squirm too much. 

Jaemin hooked his fingers in the band on your underwear, silently telling you to lift your hips for him to tear them down your legs and toss them onto the floor. Jaemin runs his fingers through your slick, slowly rubbing your clit. He hums when he sees his fingers glistening with your arousal.

"Jaemin," you whine.

He smiles before bringing his hand back to where you need him. 

"What is it, angel?" he continues using feather-light touches to pet your clit. "Already so eager for my fingers."

"I'm so fucking wet..please," you wrapped your fingers around his wrist.

"Shh, it's okay," he watched as your face twisted up in pleasure from one of his fingers, teasing your hole, slowly pushing into your pussy. 

You moan, already feeling just one of his fingers reaching places you know your own fingers can't. 

"You're so fucking tight, sweetheart. How long has it been since you've been properly fucked?" 

"Too long."

You grab onto his shoulder, feeling your walls stretch to fit around his digits. 

"Jaemin, that feels so good," you tell him. 

"You're taking my fingers so well, princess," the pace he was pumping his fingers in and out of you started to pick up, and you were starting to find it hard to stay still. 

Jaemin kissed your lips, swallowing your moans as he expertly scissored his fingers against your walls. You found yourself growing wetter as he sucked on your tongue. You could hear the squelching from between your legs getting louder. If you weren't so lost in the euphoria of Jaemin fucking you with his fingers, you'd be embarrassed. 

You started rolling your hips into his hand, that knot in your stomach getting tighter, and Jaemin could feel your walls fluttering around his fingers.

"You close, sweetheart?" 

You whimpered and turned away from him. The thing was, you were. You can't possibly remember the last time someone made you feel this good. You were just right on edge, but the knot in your stomach remained tied.

You were embarrassed, to say the least. With Jaemin doing everything right, maybe there was something wrong with you.

"Don't you even think about faking it," Jaemin said in your ear. It was like he heard your thoughts, "I don't care if we spend hours doing this. You're gonna cum for me." You shudder at his words. 

"Jaemin, I c-can't," you whined. 

"Yes, you can, angel. Look at me," you blink your vision to refocus on the man above you, "Don't think, baby, just feel," he said before adding a third finger. 

Your jaw fell slack, and your eyes shut from the stretch of Jaemin's fingers against your walls and pressed his thumb to your clit.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" he muttered against your skin, kissing your neck again. 

"God, fuck y-yes..s-so good." 

Jaemin's eyes followed his fingers, slowly pushing in and out of you. Your eyes rolled back, and you tried to raise your hips against his hand. "You wanna cum, sweetheart?" 

"Yes," you pant. 

"Come on, angel. Cum all over my fingers. I know you want to."

Expertly curling the tips of his fingers against that spongy spot inside of you, you dug your nails into his skin, and your eyes rolled into your head. His fingers were knuckle deep inside you, the heel of his palm rubbing your clit, making your toes curl. All that could be heard were your moans and the noises between your legs as Jaemin feverishly finger fucked you. 

"Jaem, I-I-" 

"Cum for me."

It was like a dam broke as euphoria flooded your veins. Your legs closed around Jaemin's hand, his fingers still moving as your walls pulsed around them.

"That's it, baby. Such a good girl for me," Jaemin kissed your cheek. 

Your legs started twitching from overstimulation as Jaemin took his fingers out of you. 

"See," he examines his fingers, "There's nothing wrong with you," he grins, watching the string of your cum hang from his fingers. 

You kissed him, cradling the back of his head. Jaemin smiled against your lips and grabbed your face to deepen the kiss. Jaemin felt your hands slip under his shirt, beginning to reach for his sweatpants before stopping you. 

"What do you think you're doing?" he asks, seeing how dark your eyes had gotten with desire. 

"Returning the favor," you answer.

"This is no favor. The pleasure's all mine," Jaemin kissed you, "And this is about you, remember." 

"But-"

"But nothing," he pinned your hands to the bed beside your head. You were practically gushing with arousal at this point, "Just let me take care of you, sweetheart," he ghosted his lips over yours. 

You were ready to let him do anything he wanted to do, getting lost in this headspace. But all you could do now was slowly nod your head and say, "Okay."

"Good," he pecked your lips one last time. 

Jaemin had his hands on your thighs, beginning to push the skirt of your cute little summer dress up to your hips. He settles on his knees between your legs, starting to kiss your thighs as he places your legs over his shoulders. 

"So, so pretty," Jaemin mumbled, unable to take his eyes away from your pussy, inches away from his face. 

He took two of his fingers and parted your lips, revealing your clit, still throbbing from your last orgasm. You mewled, feeling his breath fanning over your soaking cunt. 

Jaemin flattened his tongue and licked a stripe up your slit without warning. You moaned, resting your hand on his head as he held your legs apart. 

"You taste as good as you look, baby," Jaemin flickered his eyes up to look at you, "So fucking good," he hummed before delving back in. 

You tightened your hold on his hair when he took your clit between his lips, sucking on the sensitive bundle of nerves. Your hips lifted off the bed, rolling against Jaemin's face, whimpering when he lays his forearm across your stomach to keep you from squirming. 

He laughs against your skin when he hears your whines, moving his tongue down to your hole, teasingly circling your entrance. Jaemin moaned, feeling your juices dripping onto his tongue. He wrapped his arms around your thighs, pulling you closer to his face before pushing his tongue inside you.

"Ahh, Jaemin," you moaned, tugging on his hair. The vibrations from his mouth had you gasping and your thighs twitching. Your legs threatened to shut around Jaemin's head, causing his blunt fingernails to dig into the soft flesh of your thighs as he kept them apart. It was as if you were a five-course meal for a man who's been starved for days, the fervor Jaemin was eating you out with. 

Jaemin buried his face into your pussy, moving his tongue languidly against your walls. 

"Mmh, Jaemin, just like that." you moan.

"You like that?"

"So fucking much."

"You gonna cum on my tongue? Let me taste how sweet you are?" you whimpered as he flicked your clit with the tip of his tongue. 

"Yes! Jaemin, please-" 

Jaemin put his mouth back on you, sticking out his tongue while moving his head side to side.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck don't s-stop," your back arched away from the mattress. 

You were squirming, bucking your hips against his face. You knew there would be finger-shaped bruises on your skin tomorrow morning from how hard he's trying to keep you still. But you just can't stop because it feels so good. 

"Jaemin-fuck! You're gonna make me cum."

The room was filled with your shallow breaths and the obscene sound of Jaemin fucking you with his tongue. He could feel your walls clenching around the wet muscle, nuzzling his nose into your clit. 

You clamped your legs shut around Jaemin's head when you came. But no matter how much your thighs shook or how hard you pulled at his roots, Jaemin continued to lap up your juices. 

"Jaemin, please, it's too much," you whined. 

"You can give me one more, can't you, angel?" he looked at you sincerely. If you really wanted to stop now, he was giving you the chance to say so. But you slowly nodded your head at him.

"Words, sweetheart," he reminds you.

"Yes, Jaemin," your breath hitched when he dragged his bottom lip against your clit. 

"That's my good girl," he kissed your clit. 

Jaemin slipped two fingers into your heat while wrapping his lips around your clit. He scissored the two digits against your velvety walls, and your brows furrowed from the intense amount of pleasure you were feeling. 

Your voice was growing hoarse from all the noise you were making. 

You didn't even have time to warn Jaemin before you were cumming all over his fingers again. You cried, tears falling from your eyes as your third orgasm racked through you. Jaemin continued to lap up your cum until he was sure he hadn't let a single drop go to waste before coming up from between your legs. 

You whimpered, watching Jaemin lick his fingers and lips clean of your essence while the rest of it covered half his face. 

Jaemin noticed the wetness on your cheeks and pulled you into his arms. He softly wiped away a stray tear, pressing kisses to your wet cheeks before kissing your lips. 

"Are you okay?"

You nodded your head, not having much faith in your voice from the overwhelming flood of emotions you're feeling right now. You think you must look crazy right now, crying after Jaemin gave you the best orgasms of your life. But you've never been with anyone who made you feel so cared for and safe as you do with Jaemin right now. 

"It's okay, baby, you're okay," he caressed your hair as you buried your face in his neck. 

In the comfort and security of Jaemin's arms, your lids start to flutter shut. 

As much as Jaemin didn't want to, he stopped rubbing your back and untangled himself from your arms. 

"I'll be right back. Just stay here," Jaemin whispers to you, leaving you with a kiss on your cheek.

You were too tired to protest anymore and curled yourself against his pillows, getting comfortable. The last thing you heard was the soft click of his bathroom door closing before you drifted off to sleep.

THURSDAY

Jaemin seemed to keep up his end of the deal. The two of you gravitated more towards each other rather than drift apart like you thought you would. 

"Fuck, Jaem! Please don't s-stop," you whine.

When you agreed to this, you weren't sure whether it was a one-time thing or not.

"You gonna cum for me, pretty girl?" Jaemin asked; his nose, mouth, and chin were wet with your juices. 

Yet, here you are in the back of Jaemin's car with his head between your thighs again.

"Yes," you arch your back and dig your nails in the leather seats.

You were grateful he had window tints because it was relatively still bright out, and even though you're parked in a spot with decent cover, anyone walking by too close would know what's going on.

"Please, Jaemin. That feels so good," you rest your hand on his head, tangling your fingers in his ash brown hair.  

Jaemin wraps his arms around your thighs, pulling you closer to his face and keeping your legs from crushing his head. 

You went silent, and Jaemin lifted his head when you both heard the sound of your phone ringing. 

Throwing your clothes out of the way, you and Jaemin look for your phone under the seats. 

"It's Eunji." you pick up your phone.

"Answer it." Jaemin tells you.

"Hello?"

"You guys coming?" Eunji asks.

"Yeah, we just got here. We-" your words were cut off by a gasp when Jaemin attached his lips to your clit. 

"Keep talking," he smirks. 

"You okay?" Eunji asks.

"Y-Yeah, Jaemin just hit the curb," you said, tightly curling your fingers around his hair to keep yourself from making any noise as Jaemin continued to tease you.

"Of course, he did," she said. You weren't listening to anything else she said, too focused on Jaemin's tongue swirling around your clit, sucking and flicking the sensitive nub. 

"Yeah, we'll be there in a few," you said before hanging up and dropping your phone back onto the floor. "I can't stand you," you huff, looking down at Jaemin. 

"Good thing I prefer you laying down then," he grinned before flattening his tongue against your slit. 

"Yes, yes. M'gonna cum," you warned. 

Jaemin only moaned into your pussy as you bucked your hips against his face. The vibration from his mouth caused your vision to go black and your muscles to tense up. 

"Such a good girl," he kissed your thighs, "Cumming for me so well," he murmured against your skin. 

Jaemin slides back onto the seat next to you, pulling you in and kissing you. 

Another hum from your phone breaks the two of you away.

[3:13 PM] eunji: WYA!

"Come on, Eunji's getting impatient," you say before slipping your jeans back on. 

. . .

"Big Bird would definitely win in a fight against Thanos." 

You hadn't been paying attention to whatever conversation Yangyang, Haechan, and Eunji were having. Jaemin had slid his fries between the two of you, silently sharing with you so he wouldn't have to hear Hyuck's mouth about him never sharing his food.

"You guys going to the party tomorrow?" Jaemin asks. 

"Yeah, probably. You?"

"I'll go if you go. If not, there's always other things we can do to occupy our time," Jaemin said suggestively. 

The corners of your lips twitch at his implication. Your mind was already wandering back to the twenty minutes before you two met up with your friends.

But your thoughts were interrupted by someone calling your name as they approached your table. 

"Oh, hey, Dawon," you smiled at your classmate as he stood in front of you.

"I just wanted to say thanks for sending me the notes again yesterday." Dawon said.

"Of course, it was no problem," you say.

"And we're still on for tomorrow?" Dawon asks. 

"Yeah."

"Great. I'll see you later." Dawon smiled at you and winked before walking away.

When he left, you looked around at all the eyes on you. 

"What?" you ask.

"What's going on tomorrow?" Eunji asks.

"Nothing. Dawon just asked to link me tomorrow, sometime before the party," you answer, but don't miss the look your roommate was giving you. "Don't give me that look. We're not even gonna do anything," you say, and the other three back off. 

"Does he know that?" Jaemin asks.

"Is there something you know that I should?" you ask.

Jaemin shrugs, "I mean, I don't know him personally..."

"But you know something," you narrow your eyes at him. 

"Just that his body count is higher than points he's scored all season."

You laugh, "You afraid he's a bigger whore than you?" you tease. 

Jaemin dramatically gasps, "I am not a whore." 

"So, you're just good at doing the things you do from research?"

"Yeah. Very hands-on research," he says, sliding his hand higher up your thigh. 

"What do you think is going on with those two?" Haechan whispers to Eunji and Yangyang.

"Fuck if I know. You know they're always in their own little world together," Yangyang went back to eating his food.

FRIDAY

"What are you doing here?" Eunji asks, coming into your room, Rina following behind her. 

"I live here?" you answer. 

"I mean, aren't you supposed to be on a date with Dawon?"

"First, it wasn't a date," you quickly clarify, "Second, Dawon canceled. Basketball practice or something," you mumbled. 

They made themselves comfortable on your bed like their own rooms weren't just across the hall.

"That dick apologize for bailing?" Rina asks when she sees you smile at your phone. 

"No, it was just Jaemin," you say. 

Rina and Eunji share a look with one another. 

"You two have been awfully close lately," Eunji says. 

"We're friends?" 

"You sure, just friends?" Rina asks.

"If there's something you wanna ask, just ask."

"Did you two fuck?" she asks. 

"Rina!" you looked at the two girls, awaiting your answer, "No, we didn't." 

"So you two aren't hooking up?"

"No," you say, "...Well, I mean, technically-" 

"No fucking way. You and Jaemin?"

"Are you serious?? And you didn't fucking tell me!?"

"Was it good? I know it had to be good. Jaemin definitely looks like he knows what he's doing. Whew, I know his dick is big-"

"Wait, no. Start from the beginning, I wanna know everything. When'd this start?"

The two of them finally stopped talking over one another to listen to you.

"Last Friday after you opened your big mouth," you pointed at Rina, "Jaemin kinda just offered." 

"You're welcome, then," Rina smiled proudly to herself. 

"He told me to come over Saturday-" you start before being interrupted again.

"Wait, this happened Saturday?"

"And you kept quiet this entire time?"

"Was I supposed to come home with Jaemin made me cum so hard I cried on a t-shirt?"

"You cried?" Rina asked. 

"I was having a moment."

"It was that good?" Eunji asked. 

"He made me cum three times," you answered. 

The both of them gasp in unison. 

"And he didn't fuck you?" Eunji asks. You shook your head no. "You didn't at least..you know," Eunji started making vulgar hand motions. And you shook your head, no, again.

"Even when I tried he didn't let me. Jaemin didn't really let me do anything. He just wanted to take care of me and make me feel good. And it was really fucking good."

"...So, then why are you talking to Dawon?"

you sigh, "We're not even talking. Dawon offered to make it up to me after I sent him the notes from class he missed."

"Yeah, and how does he plan on doing that?" you're asked. 

You shrug. 

"Don't lead the poor boy on."

"I'm not. I'm just being nice."

"That's a first," Rina mumbled. 

"So, then are you and Jaemin a thing now?"

"No," you say at first, "I don't know. It's just...I don't know."

"What?" 

"Usually, I wouldn't mind, but he never asks for anything. Never even a hint. And he just cares and pays attention so much, it makes me want him even more. But every time I try to do something, he brushes it off and doesn't let me do anything for him."

"And that's a bad thing, cause..."

"Because I fucking want to. But it just feels like Jaemin doesn't want me." 

"He offered to do this for you without expecting anything in return. He doesn't wanna feel like he pressured you into anything."

You groan, rolling over and burying your face into the pillows. 

He's so hot and respectful; it fuels your want for him even more. 

"You should just tell him what you want. Tonight. At the party," Rina's eyes sparkle as she runs out of the room. Gone for only a few seconds, she comes back with a dress she snagged from her closet with a grin stretching across her face, "In this." 

. . .

"Are you sure this doesn't make me look ridiculous?"

"Hell no, you look hot. No question about it," Eunji said, shooting down any doubt you were starting to have about this outfit.

"Thanks, babe," you smiled, smoothing out your dress as you followed behind your friends into the house. 

By the time you three arrived, the party was already in full swing. The bass from the speakers shook the entire house that apparently still wasn't big enough. You're surprised the neighbors haven't called the cops yet about all the drunk college students crowding the street. 

You first found Haechan, Meera, and Yangyang in the kitchen mixing whatever drinks were on the counter. 

"Here, try this." Yangyang handed you a cup. 

You gave him a questionable look, glancing at the contents in the red solo. You timidly took a sip, letting the concoction pour down your throat. You wince at the burning sensation going down to your stomach, coughing when you finish swallowing.

"What the fuck is that?"

"Whiskey, redbull, and grape juice." you almost gag at his answer. 

"Everyone else is out back." you hear Haechan yell over the music. Rina tugged you by your hand out of the kitchen, leading you through the house to the backyard. 

You were hit with a puff of smoke just as you got outside, the smell of artificial mango strawberry clouding your senses. 

Ningning threw her arms around you, slurring something along the lines of, "you look fucking hot." 

The more you heard it, the more you started to feel it. 

Jaemin's eyes seemed to be unable to tear themselves away from your figure. Not with the way the dress Rina gave you hugged your curves. 

When your eyes meet his, you already see him looking at you. Jaemin's shameless about being seen, never taking his eyes away from you. Only smiling when you caught him. He can't help his eyes wandering down the rest of your body as you strode over to him. 

"Hi." you sit down on the couch next to Jaemin. 

"Hi." he continues rolling the unfinished blunt between his fingers. "You look good." Jaemin can't stop eyeing your bare legs, thinking about how much he wants them wrapped around his head again. 

"Thank you."

"You're not gonna tell me how good you think I look?"

None of the thoughts that came to mind were ones you should be having in a public setting. 

"You don't wanna know what I'm thinking."

"Why's that?" he raised an eyebrow, sealing the backwood shut. 

You look away from him with a laugh, trying not to give too much of yourself away already. You don't know how you're expected to tell this man you want him to rearrange your spine six ways into Sunday if you can't even look him in the eye during a relatively normal conversation. 

"Fine, don't tell me," he sat back against the couch. 

You watched as he sparked the blunt. Thick clouds of smoke enter Jaemin's lungs, and you see his body relax as he expels the smoke through his nose. 

His hooded eyes meet yours as he takes another hit. The corners of his lips curl up when he has an idea. Jaemin moved closer, and you stayed still, letting the space between you disappear. He tilts your jaw up towards him before blowing smoke into your mouth. 

You ignore your friends snickering behind you, who, of course, noticed what was going on between you two.

Jaemin passes the blunt to you, watching you take a drag. As smoke fills your lungs, you let your eyes close and hold your breath for a second. 

After another long pull, you pass it to Chenle, who wasn't very happy about you jumping in front of him in the rotation. But you know, once he gets the spliff, he won't be so mad anymore.

"Your friend's been looking for you," Jaemin said. 

"Who?" you don't have half a mind to think of who he could be talking about. 

"The baseball player from your psych class."

"You mean the basketball player from econ?" you corrected. 

"Yeah, him," he waved off, "Came and asked me if you were coming."

"Don't tell me he's upstairs crying somewhere."

"What do you take me for? I'm not that mean," Jaemin side-eyed you, "But I don't like him."

"Well, that's too bad. I don't need your approval."

"That's true. But you'd just be wasting your time."

"How so?"

"You really think he'd be able to make you feel as good as I can?" Jaemin asked with a grin.

"You sound very sure of that," you tease. 

"I know twenty six hours may seem like a long time ago, baby. But maybe I need to remind you how easily I can have you shaking and crying just from my fingers and tongue," he said lowly enough, only you could hear, not like anyone else was paying attention anyway. 

You know he's right, but you can't stroke his ego right now.

"What makes you so sure that he can't give me what I want or more?"

"Because I just do. Dawon wouldn't know what to do with you. He wouldn't know how to touch you like I do. Or how to make you scream like I can." 

Jaemin's words had your skin burning with arousal, your panties definitely ruined by now. 

Jaemin knew what he was doing to you, and a part of you was more than ready to let him know he's already won. But that other part of you, fueled by the alcohol already in your system, wanted to see if you could push him. 

"That's what you think," you smirk as you lean closer to him, "But I guess there's only one way for me to find out for sure." 

Jaemin scoffs, rolling his eyes. Poking his tongue with his cheek because your words obviously had some effect on him, and he wasn't too happy about it. You pressed your thighs together because, whether you wanna admit it, it turned you on. 

"Come to the bathroom with me," Eunseong more so tells you than asks as she grabs your hand. 

Following your friend back into the house, Jaemin was left with your words replaying in his head. 

After waiting in an unreasonably long line for the bathroom, a group of five of you squeezed into one of the bathrooms upstairs that were off-limits to everyone else. But since Kali knows one of the pledges, they let you up. 

"So," Ryujin starts, "What's this with you and Jaemin?"

You look up from your phone and immediately glare at Rina. 

"I didn't even say anything!" Rina stopped touching up her makeup in the mirror to defend her innocence. 

"Something is going on. You better spill," Kali hops off the bathroom counter to join the interrogation. 

"Nothing is going on. We're just-"

"They're fucking." 

"Rina." you sigh.

"Technically, not yet. But just wait till the end of the night," Rina says with a grin, going back to reapplying mascara.

"What are you trying to say?"

"Bitch, are you serious? He's literally been eye fucking you all night," Eunseong says. 

"We literally just got here," you mumble.

"And I've already seen everything I need to in the 20 minutes you've been here," Eunseong smirks.

"You got him pussy whipped real bad," Ryujin says. 

"Oh my god, shut up." you roll your eyes.

"I think I know what you need," Kali starts, "a drink!" she grabs your hand, and the rest of you head back downstairs. 

After more alcohol enters your systems, you all find yourselves in the living room. You don't clearly remember how considering the room is packed from wall to wall, but you managed to get to the middle of the makeshift dancefloor. Whatever song was blasting through the speakers now felt like it was coursing through your entire body.

"I'm going to go get another drink," you yelled to Meera over the music. Once you get confirmation she heard you, you weave your way through the sea of bodies. 

You feel like you can finally breathe once you're in the kitchen. While pouring yourself another drink, you hear someone call your name. 

"Dawon?" you turn around, "Hey," you smile, greeting your classmate. 

"Hey, I was wondering if you were gonna be here tonight."

"I heard."

"So that I'd be able to make it up to you for canceling earlier," he leaned in closer so you'd be able to hear him over the music.

"Yeah, and what'd you have in mind?" you ask. 

"You ever been to one of our games?" 

"Can't say I have." 

"I'll get you and your friends tickets for our next one." he said, "But if that's not your thing, I have a few other things in mind," his eyes traveled down your body. 

"I bet you do," you mumbled, "But I guess this means you owe me twice now."

"I guess I do." 

One of Dawon's friends calling him for a game of beer pong got him to tear his eyes away from your cleavage.

"I gotta go. I'll catch you later?"

"Yeah," you nod before he leaves.

Taking another sip, you start making your way back to the living room. But you don't even make it out of the kitchen before you almost spill your drink on yourself, running into someone. 

"Jaemin. Hi," you smile as he places his hands on your waist, keeping you from stumbling back. 

"Hi," he smiles, his eyes even glossier and pinker than before. "You've really surprised me, angel," he slides his hands up your waist, pulling you closer, "Would've never known you were such a brat."

You giggle, wrapping your arms around Jaemin's neck, "There's plenty you don't know."

"Like why you're still talking to Dawon?"

"..Talking as in two humans having a conversation with each other?" 

"I don't like him."

"Doesn't matter whether you like him or not."

"He likes you."

"That may be true," the corners of your lips twitch, "But he's not the one I put this dress on for. And he's definitely not the one I want taking it off me tonight," you say.

If it wasn't for your close proximity, you would've missed the low groan rumbling in his throat. 

"You have any idea how hard you're making this for me?" his lips barely brush yours.

"You have no idea how badly I want to."

You were almost a hundred percent sure no one saw you and Jaemin sneak up the stairs to the second floor. You find the bathroom upstairs, to no surprise, unoccupied. 

Jaemin had his lips on yours the moment he closed the door with the weight of his body. His lips taste like a mix of beer and weed, while faint traces of whatever drinks you mixed along with your fruity lipgloss were on yours. Jaemin's hands slide down your waist to grab a handful of ass, making you groan into the kiss. 

"Tell me what you really want," he pants against your lips. 

"You, Jaemin." you slide your hand down his chest to the front of his jeans. "I wanna make you feel good too." you palm his clothed bulge, making him groan and drop his head against the door. "Can I please suck you off, Nana?" you ask, fluttering your lashes. 

"How could I possibly say no, when you ask me like that," he says as your fingers reach for the belt wrapped around his waist.  

You slip your hand into his pants and mentally curse when you wrap your fingers around him and can't fully grasp him in your hand because he's that big. You tug your lip between your teeth as you dampen your panties.

"You think you can take me, sweetheart?" Jaemin asks with a lopsided grin.

You sink to your knees without breaking eye contact. You pull his jeans down far enough to let his cock spring free.

Between the things you've heard and the suspicions you've had, you thought you knew at least half of what to expect. 

But...fuck.

But you're never one to back down from a challenge.

The corners of your lips curl up as you run your tongue along the underside of his shaft. You hum at the delightful taste on your tongue and wrap your lips around the tip. Jaemin watches as a mix of your saliva and your lipgloss coat his dick, and your pretty lips take him into your mouth. Your lashes flutter up at him, and you see his body relax against the door as you slide his cock into your mouth. You wrapped your hand around the base of his cock bobbing your head back and forth, hollowing your cheeks around his length. 

"Just like that, angel. You're doing so fucking good." Jaemin softly strokes the back of your head. 

You whimper, pressing your knees together on the tiled floor. You slowly start taking Jaemin deeper down your throat, pushing the limits of your gag reflex. Tears formed in your eyes from each time the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat. Jaemin continued to utter praises as he slowly rocked his hips against your face.

The sound of you choking had Jaemin's hand in your hair, pulling you off him. You whine, not just from the slight pain but the loss of him in your mouth. When Jaemin looks down at you, he sees the tears streaking down the sides of your face and the spit hanging from your lips. And he definitely doesn't miss the smile on your face as you take his cock back into your mouth again. The sight alone could've made Jaemin cum just like that.

"I wanna make you cum." you tell him.

"Fuck, baby. Keep doing that, and I will."  

Jaemin's heavy breaths filled the bathroom as he steadily fucked your mouth. His hips stuttered against your face, and his cock twitched on your tongue. 

"That's it, angel—Fuck."

Warm ropes of Jaemin's cum landed on your tongue. You opened your mouth as Jaemin milked the last of the sticky, white substance out of his cock and onto your lips. 

You closed your mouth, licking your lips and swallowing with a delighted hum. 

Jaemin takes your hand, helping you to your feet. 

"I didn't take you as much of a giver, if I'm being honest."

"Cause I'm not." you tell him, "But fuck, Jaemin, I want you." you pull him closer by his clothes.

He snaked his arms around you, kissing your lips. Jaemin slides his wet muscle into your mouth, but you lose the fight for dominance when he slips a hand between your bodies, sneaking his hand between your thighs and circling his fingers around the wet spot he finds growing on your panties. 

Jaemin started to kiss your neck when you heard a knock on the door. 

"Occupied!" you yell, hoping whoever it was would just go away. 

But they don't and bang on the door harder. 

"Fuck off-" You swing the door open as Jaemin fixes himself.

But it wasn't just some drunk partygoer on the other side of the door like you thought. 

"We gotta go. The cops are coming," Rina said. 

There were too many of you in possession of things you probably shouldn't have, to ask any questions. You and Jaemin didn't waste another second, and he took your hand, leaving the house behind Rina.

You caught people running into bushes, hopping fences, doing anything they could do to get away before the cops actually get here. 

You began to regret letting Eunji put you in these shoes because they definitely aren't made for a getaway. 

You could hear the sirens nearing as you walked down the street with Rina and Jaemin. Halfway through the walk, you realized you were still holding Jaemin's hand from when he grabbed yours earlier. Your fingers have been intertwined this entire walk, even though there's no need. But Jaemin made no effort to take his hand back, so you continued to hold hands.

You ended up meeting the rest of your friends at the old diner because no one had their car, and it was the closet thing that was still open. You realize everyone from the party must've had the same idea as it was packed with a hoard of intoxicated college students.

"That was terrifying," Kali huffs as you and Jaemin slide into their booth.

"Terrifying? That was probably the most fun I've had all year. You remember how I cleared that fence?" Yangyang was still reeling from the adrenaline.

"And then proceeded to fall into their neighbor's garden," Renjun added.  

"I barely remember that," Yangyang said.

"Must've hit your head," Meera plucked a flower petal out of his hair. 

"You okay?" Jaemin asks when you rest your head on his shoulder. 

"I'm just tired," you stifle a yawn. 

"Felix just said the party's still going on at Byounggon's," Haechan said, returning to his seat.

"Half of us can barely walk straight. We're not making it to Byounggon's."

"Chenle's too fucked up. We need to get him home."

"I am perfectly fine, thank you very much," Chenle slurred, lifting his head off the table. 

"How many fingers am I holding up?" Eunseong asked. 

"I will be able to tell you once you stop moving." he says. Eunseong was sitting perfectly still.

"Yeah, he's done," Jeno declared. 

"You guys just wanna come back to our place?" Jisung offers. And once the group comes to a consensus, you all head out.

Jeno and Haechan carry Chenle to his room while the rest disperse around the living room. But when Jaemin saw you yawn for the fifth time, he took the both of you to his room without saying a word to anyone else. 

Jaemin handed you some of his clothes cause he could tell you were starting to get irritated with the dress. 

"Jaemin, please help me get this stupid thing off," you whine, desperately clawing at your back to reach the zipper and get the damn thing off. 

You turn away from him, looking into the mirror in front of you. You catch the smirk stretching across his face as he unzips your dress. 

"What are you grinning about?" you ask. 

"I still got to be the one to take this dress off you," he said as the dress straps fell down your shoulders. 

You went into his bathroom to change out of your clothes, and you were very much ready to go to sleep once you put his on. 

But with the makeup still on your face, you knew you wouldn't sleep peacefully. 

[3:02 AM] you:  you got makeup wipes? 👀

[3:03 AM] meera: yeah i think i left some in hyuck's bathroom pause where tf are you 🤨

[3:03 AM] you: … jaemin's room

[3:04 AM] meera: bitch!?!? 😧

[3:05 AM] you: don't tell no one. except rina, ryujin, eunji, kali, and eunseong they already know

[3:06 AM] meera: i'm the last to hear about this???

[3:06 AM] you: they kinda just figured it out on their own

[3:06 AM] meera: 😒

[3:07 AM] you: so can i still get those makeup wipes 🤔

You slipped out into the hallway when you heard a soft knock on Jaemin's door. 

"Thank you. I love you so much," you take the makeup remover from Meera.

"Yeah, right. Is that why I'm the last to find out you two are fucking?"

"We can't be fucking if we haven't fucked yet." you told her, "We're just..enjoying each other's company." 

"Enjoying it very much, I see," Meera eyed you up and down in Jaemin's clothes. "You know, I've seen this before."

"What?"

"With Hyuck and I. It started out with us just sneaking around, his place, my place, the back of our cars—we lasted much longer than the two of you did," she said, making you roll your eyes, "But then it started to become more than just us fucking." 

"That's because you two were stupid and couldn't see you both had feelings for each other." Meera tilted her head. "It's not the same thing."

"You sure?"

"Yes," you answer, even though you really aren't. 

"Okay," you can tell by her tone that she doesn't believe you.

After leaving with a goodnight, Meera went back to the living room. 

While taking off your makeup, you couldn't help but let Meera's word stay on your mind. 

There's no way Jaemin has feelings for you…right? 

"Everything okay?" Jaemin asks when you come back into his room.

"Yeah," you tried to shake those thoughts out of your head for now, at least, "I'm just fucking exhausted," you sighed, falling next to Jaemin on his bed. 

Jaemin rolled onto his side, facing you, and could feel something stirring within him just from seeing you laying in his bed, wearing his clothes. 

"What?" you ask him when you notice him staring. 

Jaemin placed his hand on your hip, pulling you closer to him, and he pressed his lips to yours. You roll onto your back as Jaemin hovers over you, his lips never detaching from yours. You slip your tongue into his mouth, wrapping one of your legs around his slim waist. 

Jaemin's hand slides up your thigh, firmly holding your leg around his hip, pressing his bulge into the heat between your thighs. You roll your hips into Jaemin's, drawing a low groan from his throat. 

"So much for being exhausted," he chuckled against your lips. 

"Second wind." 

"We should probably stop."

"What if I don't wanna?" you raise an eyebrow. With the way you were looking up at him, lying so pretty beneath him, Jaemin struggled to have any sort of restraint.

"Because as tempting as it is, the first time I fuck you will not be when our friends are fifteen feet away in another room." Jaemin softly brushed your hair out of your face. "I'm not saying it wouldn't be fun to watch you try and struggle to stay quiet while you take me," he said lowly, "But I'd rather hear you scream for me." he smiled as he rolled off you.

You only huffed and crossed your arms over your chest like a spoiled child being denied what they want, "Fine," you grumble.

(next) SATURDAY

It's been a week. Probably the worst you've had in a while. So the last thing you want to do is go to a party. 

"You're really not coming with us?" Rina pouted as she laid down on your bed with you. 

You put your phone down, "I don't really want to. Besides, last weekend did it for me," you answered.

"Oh, come on. You're acting like that was the first time you've run from the cops before." Ningning said, sitting at your vanity and finishing her makeup. 

"It's not gonna be fun without you," Rina whined. 

"Why isn't your boyfriend going tonight?" Eunseong asks, coming into your room.

"Wha-Who?" you sit up. 

"Jaemin," Eunseong answers, and you roll your eyes. 

"He's not my boyfriend," you say. 

"Did you two plan this?" Rina narrows her eyes at you. 

"What? No, I haven't even talked to Jaemin today."

Just as you say this, your phone vibrates.

[7:46 PM] jaem: you going tonight 👀

[7:46 PM] you: nah

[7:47 PM] jaem: wanna come over then 😏

[7:47 PM] you: and do what 🤨

[7:47 PM] jaem: idk 🤨 smoke watch a movie maybe put my head between your thighs 😈

You needed to put your phone down and collect yourself for a moment.

[7:48 PM] you: fuck! fuck you

jaem liked a message

[7:49 PM] you: i'm omw

"Did you change your mind? You're coming?" Kali asks, seeing you getting up and changing. You didn't even realize everyone had migrated into your room. 

"Nope," you answer, flinging off your shirt and looking through your dresser for something to wear.

"So, where are you going?" Eunji asks.

"Over to Jaemin's," you say as you enter your bathroom.

"You're bailing on us to get some dick? I don't know if I should be offended or happy," Ningning crossed her arms over her chest. 

"I'm not bailing. I was already planning on not going, and so was Jaemin. We're just gonna watch a movie and probably smoke a little."

"This bitch is definitely gonna get her back blown out," you heard Meera mumble. 

. . . 

You didn't think Jaemin would have noticed you weren't watching the movie. He wasn't even looking at you, so how would he know your eyes have been drawn elsewhere? But he knew. You were put into a trance every time you watched him roll. His expert fingers so delicately packing the weed in so it wasn't too loose. 

Jaemin was ready to light the joint before he looked at you. 

"You're too far from me," Jaemin pouts. 

You roll your eyes when you let him pull you closer to him on the couch.  

"Better?" you ask, now sitting close enough your legs were practically in his lap. 

"Much," he grinned, putting the joint between his lips. 

You feel Jaemin's body relax next to you, into the couch as he exhales, smoke floating above your heads. 

The room had gotten so foggy you could barely see the TV not even ten feet away from you. Jaemin rested his hand on your thigh after passing the joint back to you, gently drumming his thumb against your knee. 

You bring the filter to your lips, taking a drag, hoping to calm the pulsing between your legs from Jaemin's hand inching up your inner thigh. You toss the two hits worth of the joint into the ashtray, not smoking anymore because you already feel high enough. 

You rested your head against the back of the couch, keeping your eyes on the screen ahead but not watching much of the film. You let your neck roll toward Jaemin's direction to find him already looking at you. 

"What?" it was hard not to feel your face heat up when he looked at you like that. 

"Nothing," he lazily smiled, "You're just beautiful," he said. 

"Shut up," you laughed and tried to turn away from him. 

"No, I mean it," he circled his arms around you and pulled you in, "You're beautiful, y/n." 

"Thank you," you smile. 

Jaemin kept you close, his eyes still studying the details of your face. 

You aren't sure which one of you initiated it first, but his lips tasted like a unique mix of coffee and smoke. You placed your knees on either side of his hips, sitting in his lap without breaking the kiss. His tongue slipped past your lips, clashing with yours.

Jaemin started kissing the side of your neck, pushing your jacket off your shoulder and leaving kisses on your skin. Jaemin unzipped the jacket the rest of the way, revealing your baby pink bralette that's been tempting him every time he got a glance of the lace adorning your skin.

"Angel.." Jaemin groaned, "A man only has so much self restraint," he mumbled against your skin, making you laugh. 

"Who's telling you to hold back?" you ask. 

Jaemin's hands stayed firmly planted on your waist on the way to his room. His lips greedily make out with yours. He threw your jacket somewhere in the room, letting his hands roam your body.

You mewl against his tongue, wrapping your arms around his neck and curling your fingers through his hair. Jaemin reached for the strings on your sweatpants, slowly untying the knot.

You continued to hold eye contact with him as you let your sweats fall to your feet. Now you were standing in front of Jaemin in nothing but your matching lace set.

Jaemin let his eyes fall down to the thin pink fabric hugging your ass, darting out his tongue to wet his lips.

Jaemin grabbed you by your waist, pulling you close enough there was no space between your bodies. He snuck his other hand into your underwear, stroking your folds. He hums delightedly, feeling how wet you are, and he's barely begun. You hold onto his arms, trying to focus on keeping your legs from giving out on you when Jaemin starts teasing your clit.

"What's all this from?" he asks.

"Like you really need me to answer that," your voice faltered as he applied pressed to your clit. "Jaemin.."

"Yeah?"

"Please don't tease me."

Your legs hit the edge of the mattress, telling you how far you've moved. You fall down onto Jaemin's bed with a soft bounce and sit up on your elbows. 

You lifted your hips, taking off your panties, flinging them onto the floor, and spreading your legs for Jaemin.

Jaemin's eyes were so dark they were damn near black as he climbed between your legs on the bed. He traced his fingers up your inner thigh as he leaned toward you. He kissed you before dipping a finger into your pussy.

You hum into his mouth, quietly moaning when he does it again with a second.

"Missed those pretty noises you make for me." he smiled, kissing your lips.

It's only been a few days since you've seen Jaemin because you both have been so busy and burned out. But it's made you realize how much time you've spent with him the last few weeks and how much you start to miss his presence when you're not together.

"Jaemin," you call his name.

"I'm right here."

"Please.."

"I got you, baby."

Jaemin pressed his lips to yours while his fingers curled against your walls. Jaemin swallows more of your moans as he slowly pumps his fingers into you.

You dropped your head to the bed, and Jaemin attached his lips to your neck, sucking marks into your skin. Your hand sneaks into his hair again, your nails lightly scratching his scalp when his teeth graze your pulse.

"Fuck-Jaem."

Jaemin smiled against your throat at the thought of the red splotches on your neck turning into bruises for everyone to see. Jaemin softly groaned when you tugged on his hair from the adjustment of his three fingers fucking you.

"Mhm, you're being so good for me," he praised.

He could feel your gummy walls pulsing around his fingers, your wetness dripping down his knuckles.

"My God, Jaemin," you choke out, feeling his fingers brush your sweet spot.

"Come on baby let me hear you. I wanna hear how good I make you feel."

"S-So good..please, don't stop. d-don't st-"

And then he stopped.

A broken cry falls from your lips, feeling your orgasm so abruptly snatched away.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart," he repositioned himself between your legs, "I just need to taste you."

You lift your legs over his shoulders while Jaemin kisses your thighs.

He was now face to face with your drooling pussy. Jaemin's eyes closed, tasting your juices on his tongue.

"God, baby, you taste fucking delicious." he hums, making out with your lower lips.

You made the mistake of looking at him. Jaemin had his eyes closed, losing himself in the feeling of you against his mouth with his hands holding your thighs. His eyes locked with yours, and you could feel your stomach tying in knots in the best way. Jaemin never took his eyes away from your face as he flicked his tongue against your clit. 

You watch as he let the saliva pooling on his tongue drip onto your cunt, making you shudder. 

"Fuck.." you gasp as he lapped your arousal mixed with his spit. 

Jaemin pulled you closer to the edge of the bed, pushing your knees to your chest and stuffing his face into your pussy. His tongue wiggled against your soft walls, feeling them close around the wet muscle.

You grabbed onto the sheets, only focusing on how Jaemin's making you feel. 

"Jaem," you softly call his name, your hand returning to his head, "That feels so fucking good." 

"Yeah?" you don't see the smirk stretching across his face before he slipped his fingers back inside of you. Your toes curled from the feeling of both his fingers and mouth. While he stretched your pussy open with his fingers, Jaemin wrapped his lips around your clit, giving the bundle of nerves the attention it deserves. 

"Please, please, please, Jaemin, don't fucking stop. I'm gonna-"

"You wanna cum for me, baby?"

"Yes, fuck—I need to cum," you whined. 

Jaemin could have sworn he died and went to heaven between the sound of you moaning his name and the slickness of your pussy. 

Jaemin wrapped his arms under your thighs, keeping them from trembling around his head.

"You're gonna make me cum. Shit—I'm cumming!" 

Your hips erratically thrashed against Jaemin's face, riding out your high. 

Jaemin left one last kiss on your clit before checking on you. Your eyes were glossed over, screaming with desire for him. You press your lips to his, moaning when you taste yourself on his tongue. 

Jaemin's hands were all over you again, roughly cupping your breasts in his hands, making you mewl into his mouth. 

"Jaemin..please," you mumble against his lips.

"What, baby?"

"Fuck me," you pant against his lips.

Jaemin stilled, looking into your eyes drowning with lust.

You didn't know what Jaemin was thinking, but you could tell your words had some effect on him from the way his cock twitched under his clothes against your thigh.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Jaemin. I fucking need it," you grabbed his wrist, bringing his hand back to your pussy, even wetter than before, "I need you."

"Fuck, angel," he groaned.

You grabbed the back of Jaemin's neck, bringing his lips to yours, and his fingers sank into your cunt once again.

"Your little pussy can barely take my fingers," you tried not to break eye contact with Jaemin as he fit three fingers inside of your sensitive cunt, "You think you can handle my cock, sweetheart?"

"Yes," you answer quickly. You weren't sure at all, but you sure as hell was gonna try.

Jaemin laughed at your quick response, "So desperate and needy for Nana." he kissed your lips.

You whimper when Jaemin draws his hand back, leaving you untouched. He sat back on his haunches as he tore his shirt off over his head.

You've seen Jaemin shirtless enough times to lose count. But seeing him now like this practically had you drooling from seeing his toned figure. You matched him by flinging off your top, leaving you completely naked before him.

He kicked off his boxers with his sweatpants before reaching over into his nightstand and pulling out a condom.

Your mouth watered at the sight of his dick standing at attention. You wrapped your hand around him, and he softly groaned. You smiled at his reaction, squeezing your fist around him.

"Princess.." he whispered when you kitten licked the pink tip.

You looked up at Jaemin with the most innocent smile, releasing his cock from your grasp and sitting back on your elbows.

Jaemin rolls the condom onto his dick before pumping his length in his hand a few times. He grabs you by your thighs, pulling your hips closer to his.

"Are you sure about this?" 

"Yes. Jaemin, please."

"Okay. Just tell me when to stop, and I will."

Any words you meant to utter died on your tongue when Jaemin's cock head pushed into you.

You grabbed onto his arm, your eyes rolling back at the slight painful stretch. But it only hurt enough that it felt good.

"You're doing so good for me," Jaemin said, "Taking my cock so well."

"You're so fucking big," you whine.

"I know, baby, I know. We're almost there."

You were already feeling like you were being split apart, but he still hasn't bottomed out yet.

The last few inches slip in with ease from how wet you are. 

You mewled and grabbed onto the sheets as your walls stretched around his cock to accommodate his size. 

"You're okay," Jaemin cooed, softly brushing your hair out of your face, "It's okay, I've got you," he reassured you.

"Jaem, can you please move," you whimper. 

Jaemin drew his hips back, leaving only the tip inside before sliding back in, feeling deeper than before. 

"Like that, baby?" he asks. 

"Yes, just like fucking that."

Jaemin rocked his hips into yours at a steady pace. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him. 

"You're making me feel so good, Jaem," you moan against his lips. 

"Yeah? You like the way my cock just slides right into your pretty little pussy?" he smirks when he feels your pussy clench from his words. 

"Mhm, yes!" you throw your head into the pillows, "Please go faster." 

"What was that, bunny?" he asks, slowing down his movements. 

You didn't think the pet name would have much effect on you, but it made your skin feel even hotter and your pussy even slicker. You were sure you were going to go delirious because of this man. 

"M-More. Please, Nana...fuck me h-harder!" 

"Of course, angel. You've been such a good girl for me. I'll give you anything you want." 

You can hear the faint buzzing of your phone somewhere on the floor in the mess of clothes, probably texts from your friends trying to make you feel like you're missing out on the fun. But fuck a party if that meant being here with Jaemin, getting your brains fucked out instead. 

Jaemin's fingers held onto your waist so tight; there'd be bruises to show for it by tomorrow. 

Jaemin's eyes fall to where your bodies are connected, watching your pussy swallow his cock again and again. 

"Shit, princess, your pussy feels so fucking good," Jaemin groans. 

You only whine in response, unable to form words. Jaemin watched your tits bounce with every movement, hardly fighting the urge to reach out and cup your boob in his hand. He rolls his thumb over your sensitive nipple before tweaking it between two fingers, making you cry out.

Jaemin soothes the pain with his mouth, swirling his tongue around your areola while he keeps his hand occupied with the other one. 

"So good Nana. s-so good."

"Yeah, bunny? Only Nana makes you feel this good?"

"No one else ever. Only you."

Jaemin held your legs apart and pressed his thumb to your clit, rubbing uncoordinated circles. 

The sound of the headboard hitting the wall mixed with your moans. Tears pooled in the corners of your eyes, rolling down the sides of your face as you repeatedly chanted Jaemin's name. 

Your arms fell over your eyes, trying to hide from the embarrassment of Jaemin watching your messy pussy take his cock over and over.

"Ah ah," Jaemin held your arms above your head, keeping them there, so he could see your face, "Don't try to hide from me, angel," he smiled as he kissed you, "I wanna see your pretty face when you cum on my cock. Okay, baby?"

"Yes." was all you said. That one word was the only thing you could say as you fell over the edge. 

You see stars behind your eyelids, your limbs and senses going numb. 

"That's it, sweetheart, cum for me."

"Jaemin-"

"I'm right behind you." 

Jaemin fucked you through your orgasm, overstimulating you until he came. After emptying into the condom, Jaemin buried his face into your neck. 

You just held each other until your breathing returned to normal, and he began checking on you.

"You did so good for me, baby," he kissed your damp cheek. "Are you okay?" he asks, brushing your hair out of your face.

You nod, sniffling, before Jaemin plants a kiss on your lips.

"Don't move, I'll be right back." he tells you.

You only nod, acknowledging his words as he kisses your forehead and leaves the room.

When a half-dressed Jaemin came back, he had seen that you barely moved from your spot. The only movement he can see is your chest slowly rising and falling. After wiping the stickiness off your skin, Jaemin redressed you in his clothes. 

"What's wrong?" Jaemin asks, softly caressing the back of your head when he notices you zoning out.

"Nothing," you mumble.

"Tell me," he says firmly. 

"No one's ever made me feel like that."

"Feel like what?"

"Like you actually care about me," you lower your eyes from Jaemin's as if you were embarrassed. But he knows that's not on you. 

"Of course, I do, angel." he almost looked offended that you would think otherwise. "You deserve everything and so much more. I still don't think I can understand why you would waste your time with those dickheads."

You shrug. "Maybe I was just hoping the next would be better than the last." you say, "But we can all see how well that worked out for me."

"Well, yeah. You're here with me now. And I'm definitely better than your last." Jaemin grins.

You smiled against his lips, softly kissing him. But just one kiss wasn't enough for you, and you found yourself chasing Jaemin's lips. You messed up his hair, running your fingers through it as Jaemin grabbed you by your thighs and seated you on his lap. Jaemin's tongue clashed with yours, his hands wandering all over your body. 

"Jaemin."

"Mhm?" 

"Don't start again." your actions greatly contrasted your words as you continued to kiss him and subtly rock your hips against his. 

Jaemin probably should have thought about it before he gave you his clothes because now all he can think is how good you look with his shirt draped over your figure.

"Seeing you like this," he licks his lips, "So responsive and so sensitive, makes it hard to not want to."

"At least give me half an hour."

"Okay." he said, kissing your nose. 

The unfinished joint from earlier made its way back to you as the two of you waited for the food you ordered to arrive.

Your munchies had your mouth salivating as you waited for Jaemin to unpack the bag the delivery guy just dropped off.

You excitedly unwrapped your food and immediately delved in. You moaned, your tastebuds savoring the flavor as you chewed. Jaemin, on the other hand, was having a hard time focusing on his food when you kept making the noises you were making.

Jaemin fed you some of his Lo mein, and you hummed sensually yet again.

"The more you keep doing that, the harder it is to not think about just taking you right here," Jaemin said so casually as he moved closer, "I could just push you on your back and keep my head buried between your thighs so I could eat you right instead." 

"Jaemin." you could already feel the throbbing ache between your legs just from his words.

"You did say half an hour, no?" he asks, pulling you closer to the edge of the counter. 

You nod, "I think it's been enough time." you say before closing the space.

You widened your legs when you felt Jaemin slip a hand between your bodies. He shoved his hand into the shorts you were wearing that happened to be his and wasted no time pulling your panties to the side. Jaemin ran his fingers between your slick folds, slowly massaging your lips, making you moan into his mouth. 

Too caught up in one another, you didn't hear the voices at the front door until one of them called out to you two. 

"Hey!" 

You love your friends, but they couldn't have worse timing. Both a little annoyed, Jaemin reluctantly takes his hand away, making you whine. 

"Jesus, this place reeks. How much did you guys smoke?" Jisung scrunches his nose as he enters the kitchen. 

"Open a window and burn some incense," Jaemin says. 

"Hey- ooh you got food," Rina, pupils dilated twice their size, coming up to you and waiting for you to feed her. 

"You guys are home early. The cops busted it again?" you ask.

"No, Theo kicked everyone out when Seyoon tried swinging from the chandelier and jumping into the crowd," Yangyang answered.  

Your brows raised, and your jaw slightly dropped. Of course, something exciting happens the one time you don't go. (Still don't regret it tho!)

"You didn't see all the videos we sent?"

"I've barely been on my phone," you say. 

"What have you two been doing all night anyway?" Haechan asks as his girlfriend subtly tells him to back off. 

"Nothing." you and Jaemin both answer. 

"We just watched a movie and smoked," Jaemin said. 

Haechan was suspicious but didn't question you two any further. Everyone moved into the living room, leaving you and Jaemin alone not before Rina signaled a thumbs up at you, and you nodded at her with a wink. 

When you were sure they were out of earshot, you turned back to Jaemin. 

"So much for round two," you pout. 

"What makes you say that?"

"Weren't you the one who said you wouldn't fuck me when our friends are fifteen feet away in another room?"

"I said the first time I fuck you. I've savored every moment of that, and there will be plenty of times for me to savor every moment when it’s just the two of us later. I just want you now."

"So have me." 

a/n: if the end seems like it’s rushed it’s cause it is. i really didn’t want to make it longer than it already was even tho I wanted to keep writing. and i didn’t think it would take me this long but life’s been crazy y’all but we’re finally here!! thank you so much for waiting and thank you so much for reading <33

feedback is appreciated!!

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[stvharrngton]

a lesson in romantics; lesson one

summary: a multi-part series where reader is the new art teacher at hawkins high and the history teacher, mr. harrington, takes a shine to the new girl. mutual pining ensues on their road to love 🥀

a/n: so here's the first part to the series! i hope you all enjoy <3 it takes place in the early 90s where steve and reader are in their mid-late twenties. disclaimer: i have very limited knowledge on the american school systems or how they work lmao so i'm sorry if it comes across as british-y sometimes but i'll do my best to be as authentic as possible :^) also special shoutout to @inkluvs who originally gave me this idea 1635272 years ago and @onceuponaoneshot who inspired me to actually start writing it hehe

characters: steve harrington x fem!reader, robin buckley

word count: 1.3k

warnings: none, just some introductory stuff, steve being a flirt

taglist: @inkluvs @dukesmebby @sweetbabygirlsworld @kennedy-brooke

SERIES MASTERLIST

HAWKINS, FALL, 1992

September. Fall semester.

A new town. A new school.

Hawkins’ newest resident and Hawkins High newest teacher. You’d spent the last month settling into your new home - a small apartment, nothing extravagant but it was enough for you.

You looked forward to the new start, to get back into the classroom. You loved to teach but the prospect of a new bunch of kids always made you a little nervous.

Making your way into the teacher’s lounge, you quietly said your hello’s to the fellow teachers you had met at orientation a couple days earlier. You silently went about making your morning coffee when a bickering pair burst through the door, a petite girl with a dirty blonde bob who you vaguely recognised as the music teacher and a taller guy, with pretty brown hair and a patterned tie slung around his neck.

You caught his eye as you turned to see the source of the disturbance, a soft but cheeky smile donning his lips. He struggled to keep up whatever conversation he was having with the girl he strolled in with as he finally tore his eyes away from you. 

The blonde followed his eyeline to you, she smirked followed by a roll of her eyes. She swatted your mystery co-worker on the chest, followed by a hushed, “Steve! Are you even listening to me?”

He wasn’t. She knew he wasn’t. But at least your mystery co-worker had a name now. 

Steve. It suited him.

“You’re such a boy.” She groaned, waving him off before going off the mingle with some of the other teachers.

Steve responded with a laugh as he swanned his way over to the kitchenette where you were stood. “First day?” he asked calmly as he grabbed his regular mug from the cupboard above your head.

“Oh, uh, yeah—“ you stammered, caught a little off guard. 

“Shit,” he muttered under his breath, “I never even introduced myself. I’m Mr. Harrington. History.” He said with much more candor, holding his hand out for you to shake.

You accepted the hand shake, making a mental note at how much bigger his hand was than yours. “I teach art.” You said, after telling him your own name, “Am I supposed to call you Mr. Harrington, then?”

Any confidence and swagger he was sporting crumbled, his cheeks flushed with a pink tinge, “I’m such an idiot,” he confessed with a chuckle, fingers combing through that pretty brunette hair, “I’m Steve. You can call me Steve.”

“Nice to meet you, Steve.” You grinned, a toothy smile that made Steve’s heart thump in his chest. A smile he would be thinking about for days to come.

“Well, I better get going. Minds of the youth to shape and all that but I’ll see you around, yeah?” Steve said, grabbing his coffee cup as he gestured to the door that led to the school halls. 

“Sure,” you nodded, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear, grabbing your own warm flask. You couldn’t help but let your tummy go all fuzzy at Steve’s kindness, a smile creeping its way onto your lips.

“Have a good first day, newbie.” Steve joked with a wink before he called out to his friend as he walked out the door, “Buckley! Are you coming or what?”

~

“You’re crushing on the new art teacher, aren’t you?” Robin blurted out.

Steve cursed his best friend under his breath, thanking whatever God was up there that school was yet to start and the hallways were empty. 

“I’m in my late twenties Robin, I don’t get crushes.” Steve waved her off, “I mean, sure, she’s pretty cute but besides, we’ve only exchanged two sentences.”

“Oh, come on, Harrington!” Robin chortled, hand on her stomach as she bellowed in the hallway, “That has never stopped you before.”

“Now you’re just being ridiculous,” Steve hushed the girl with a roll of his eyes, “anyway, why didn’t you say hi to her? Not very nice of you, Buckley.” 

Steve desperately tried to get the attention off of himself, his free hand perched on his hip as he brought his mug of coffee to his lips. His eyes narrowed at Robin over the rim. Like always though, it never worked. His friend far too persistent for his liking.

“Because, dingus,” her tone exasperated now, “I met her at orientation. You know, the thing you didn’t bother showing up for?”

They arrived at the door to Steve’s classroom which was one block over from Robin’s. He groaned audibly at Robin’s comment, “Come on, Robs! I told you I had a migraine,” he muttered as he fished his keys from his pocket, “you know, years of head trauma takes a toll on the ol’ noggin.”

“Yeah, yeah,” she began to turn on her heel to make her way to her own classroom, “it was your loss anyway, Stevie,” Robin teased, a playful undertone to her voice, “‘cause she looked way cuter the other day.”

Steve scoffed at the younger girl, simply not giving her a response, before he closed his classroom door behind him. He slumped in his desk chair as he wondered to himself how he was going to get through the day without his thoughts trailing to you and your smile.

~

You’d never been so glad to hear the bell ring in your life. You enjoyed your first day, sure, but it was a little overwhelming to say the least. A lot of new faces and names to learn and remember, a thick new syllabus you had to preach to these kids.

A sigh of relief fell from your lips as you gathered your things and locked your classroom door behind you. As you made your way towards the teachers parking lot, you dug through your purse for your car keys as you fell face first into someone’s firm body.

It was like a scene out of a movie. The papers and books that were clutched in your arms went flying across the hallway, your purse and the contents of it spilled all over the floor. A total cliche. 

A string of curses tumbled from your lips as you apologised over and over to whoever it was you bumped into. You both knelt to the ground to gather your things when you finally looked into the eyes of who it was.

A pretty set of brown eyes were staring back at you with a coy smile on the lips of their owner. You could only laugh back at him.

Of course it was Steve. 

“I’m sorry,” you giggled, scooping up the stray papers, “I’m a total klutz.”

“Don’t sweat it,” he reassured you, handing you back what he had gathered of yours, “I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

“Right.” You nodded.

You stood back up, papers and car keys safely in hand now. Steve placed his hand on your shoulder, giving you a light squeeze, “You good?”

Plunging the butterflies in your stomach back down to their depths, you squeaked out a reply, “Yeah, yes. Thank you for not getting mad at me.” 

“You kidding?” Steve asked all shocked, tone light and playful, “Can’t get mad at the new girl on her first day. That wouldn’t be very ‘nice and welcoming co-worker’ of me, would it?”

You giggled as you nodded, eyes darting to the floor, unable to meet Steve’s inviting gaze. You gestured to the nearby door with your car keys in hand, “Well, I better get going.”

“Oh! Right, yeah, of course—“ Steve stuttered, waving you off as you made your way to the door, “Hey! A bunch of us get together at a bar downtown after the first Friday of the semester if you wanna join us?”

“Oh, um,” you pondered, “I guess that could be fun.”

“Great,” Steve spoke, “I’ll get you the address. See you tomorrow?”

You nodded as you felt a blush creep on your cheeks. It wasn’t a date. It was not a date, you knew that, but you couldn’t help but wonder what Mr. Harrington would look like in casual clothes.

“You betcha.”

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[sourlove]

My In-Laws ~ Part II of 'My Mistake' YANDERE TODOROKI SHOTO

TW: OBSESSION, DELUSION, MENTIONED ARSON, IMPLIED VIOLENCE, MENTIONS OF MAFIA AND GANG ACTIVITIES

A/N: This is a quirkless AU so the Todoroki family isn't as fucked up. Touya never left but Enji is still lowkey an asshole. Also sorry this took a while, haven't been feeling very well.

READ PART 1 HERE

You should have gone to law school like your mom wanted you to. You had such a bright future. Now here you were, dressed to the nines, heading to an event you had no business being at, with a man who was convinced the both of you were madly in love.

Some people would consider it a win, especially with how powerful and wealthy the Todoroki name was. However, the circumstances that had led to your situation were less than ideal.

"I'm so glad you decided to match with me, my love," Shoto said, sending a small smile your way.

"You burned all my other clothes," you responded dryly, swatting his hand from your thigh.

The asshole pretended like he didn't even hear you. "It's good for us to present a united front against my family. This might come as a surprise but we aren't exactly a regular family."

You glanced out of the blacked out windows of the chauffer driven car you were in to the convoy that followed in front and behind, filled with armed guards. "You don't say."

Shoto sighed morosely. "It's shocking, I know. I must warn you that some of my family aren't very, how would you say, mentally stable."

"...is that so?" you asked the man who decided he was in love with you as he was tied up in your basement. Honestly, the whole thing was starting to sound like some big, elaborate prank he was pulling. But no, Shoto began his spiel, completely oblivious to your sarcasm.

"Take my eldest brother for example," he began. "We aren't supposed to talk about him, actually. It's...really been very difficult for my family..."

"Oh...did something happen to him?" You asked, feeling kind of bad.

"Hmm? No, we just can't reveal too much information so it won't be used against him in court." Shoto gave you a blank look. "He burnt down a school district. It's been really hard for my family to keep him out of prison so he's on house arrest now."

...of course he was.

The rest of the drive was filled with stories of Shoto's siblings and mother. You weren't sure if you wanted to meet actually them or if you wanted to throw yourself out of the car, but before you could make a decision, the car arrived in front of a large compound. You gaped in awe as the gates swung open to reveal a mansion and grounds even grander than Shoto's.

There was a butler who welcomed you to the mansion, while his eyes tried to communicate with you to run. Now that was a tempting idea. But there was no backing out now. Plus, Shoto had gotten used to your escape attempts and his hand was like a shackle on your wrist. You gazed around the interior of the mansion, your hands itching to pinch some of the smaller but still expensive looking art pieces.

"You're here!" A cheery voice made you turn towards the large grandiose staircase where a beautiful woman stood. She had long white hair, tipped with red, similar to Shoto's half. Must be Fuyumi then, the only 'normal' one in the family according to Shoto.

You smile thinly as she wraps you in a hug. "It's so to finally meet you!" she exclaimed. "Everyone is in the dining room already!"

Shoto snatched you back into his arms before Fuyumi could drag you away but she just chuckled and rolled her eyes at you. "Shoto was always so possessive with his things."

Things? Your smile grew a bit more strained but neither of them seemed to notice or care. The dining room was just as opulent as the rest of the house but you barely got to appreciate it, instead, all you took notice of was the mix of bright blue and grey eyes staring at you.

"This is Y/N. Don't be weird," Shoto introduced, oh so eloquently. The heads of the table were occupied by a giant red haired man and a tiny woman with silver hair flowing down her back. Two young men sat opposite each other and Fuyumi slipped into a chair, patting the seat next to her for you. Shoto ignored her and pulled you to sit next to him.

You nodded at them awkwardly. "Hello. Nice to meet you."

"You're kind of hot." A redhead with an ankle monitor and a disturbingly predatory grin piped up. "Like in a trapped mouse kind of way. I like it."

"Hush, Touya," the older woman said sternly. "He didn't mean that, dear."

"Nah, he has a point." The other young man, Natsuo probably, smiled at you, looking at you slowly from top to bottom. "There's something appealing there."

"I said don't be weird. Keep it in your fucking pants." Shoto glared at the both of them and if it were anyone else, you might have felt worried for them, however, the atmosphere in the room never changed.

"That's enough, all of you." The large man said gruffly. He must be Enji, the generally disliked patriarch. "Y/N, was it? Welcome."

"I'm sure Shoto has told you all about us. But we barely know anything about you, my dear," Rei said kindly. "How did you and our Shoto meet?"

"Oh, um-" You glanced around the room, wide eyed, only to be met with curious gazes from the family. Panicked, you shrank back into your seat. "We- uh, we met by chance, you know, it was like sooo romantic, haha. It was a park-yeah...".

Touya rolled his eyes and Natsuo scoffed into his wine glass. Enji silently raised an eyebrow. "Well, that sounds...nice," Fuyumi laughed awkwardly. "Very romantic..."

Shoto cleared his throat. "Y/N tried to kidnap me the first time that we met."

It was as if the tension just bled out of the room. Rei gasped in delight and smiled at Enji. "Oh, it reminds me of how me met! You remember when I tried to kill you?" He gave his wife a small, fond smile and nodded.

"Oh now, I'm definitely interested," Touya purred. "Looks like we have a little psychopath on out hands."

"You'll fit right in then, pretty," Natsuo added with a laugh. "We're all some kind of fucked up."

"I knew it!" Fuyumi exclaimed, eyes sparkling. "The moment I saw you, I knew you were special!"

Shoto leaned in, whispering, "I think they like you. Not sure if that's a good or bad thing."

Oh you knew what it was. As excited chatter from the Todoroki family began to fill the room, you knew that you had just gotten yourself entangled with one of the most dangerous groups of people in the world.

And that was a very bad thing indeed.

A/N: If you enjoyed this, please leave a like, comment and reblog! I need to sleep and get my shit together lol so this might not be my best work. Thanks for your support either way!

@sky2lar @justabratsworld

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[rustedhearts]

knockin’ on heaven’s door (70s childhood bestfriend!steve x fem!reader)

summary: to celebrate the one-year-anniversary of the day you decided to be more than best friends, you go on a road trip through new england with steve.

uses she/her pronouns and female anatomy.

✶ the only living boy in indiana ✶ main masterlist

tags: short and fluffy, childhood best friends to lovers, casually-dominant steve (again)?, smut!

buy me a ko-fi! ♡

new england, november, 1978

"Babe, don't touch the stereo."

"Why not? You rig it, stud?"

Cheeks rosy and swollen hot, Steve grinned at the road ahead and reached with one hand to gently shove your approaching fingers away.

"You know it's the only car rule I have, honey," he defended, guiding your hand back to your denim lap.

Eyes rolling, you leaned your head back against the leather of the Pontiac passenger seat, doing your best to block out the obnoxious sound of Black Sabbath crackling through the stereo speakers. You didn't always find the band obnoxious—but when Steve had Master of Reality on repeat since its debut, and did nothing but brag about how many copies and how many different cover arts he owned...the songs got a little annoying.

"Do we have any Twinkies left?" you groaned, rolling toward the backseat over the headrest.

The car veered a little toward the left as Steve's eyes transferred to your ass, pushing against your Levi bellbottoms and angled toward his face. He resisted the urge to reach out and pop his hand across the fat of it, knowing it always made you shriek and flush and pretend you didn't enjoy it. He made sure to do it extra hard when he had you bent over the bed all alone, drooling into his sheets. He was thinking about asking you to move in together just so he could do it whenever he liked.

"You ate them back in Ohio—sit down."

You flopped back into your seat with a huff, a pout etched on your mouth but a glare set sternly in your eyes. "Don't boss me around, Steven."

Steve chuckled, tongue prodding the end of a sharp white incisor as he took his right hand off the wheel to reach over and squeeze your cheeks.

"But I'm older—and you look so cute all flustered and pouty."

You shoved his hand away by the wrist, feigning disdain—but the touch of his hand, callused from greasy work on the Pontiac and his new part-time position at the plant under his father had your insides squirming. Unbeknownst to him, you pondered over evenings spent kissing him hello after a long day at work, basking in the way he'd pull you in by the waist with a dirty, oiled hand. There was something so manly about him lately. He was no longer the boy you grew up with.

Falling in love could do that, you supposed.

The pair of you decided on a romantic road trip a few weeks ago. It was a late anniversary celebration—one year since your first kiss, followed by a few weeks of uncomfortable tip-toeing around blossoming romantic feelings, until ultimately crumbling and tumbling into an unspoken agreement to never look back on friendship, and only look forward to commitment. You wanted no one but each other, and there was no point in denying it any longer.

The road trip spanned the New England states, and the rest of the Midwest between Indiana and your final destination in Connecticut. The motels along the way were small and dingy, fly-infested and sticky, but Steve kept you safe in his arms. It felt good to get out of Indiana and be on your own. You felt like real adults, a real pair of lovers venturing out of their circle for life on the road.

Winstons thrown on the dash and shoved against the windshield, eight track spinning, leather soaked in nicotine and the vetiver musk of Steve's cologne—the Pontiac was your home that week.

But he could've at least packed a few more Twinkies.

"There’s some Slim Jims in the glove box, I think,” Steve mumbled, rubbing at his eye with the back of his knuckle.

The road fatigued him, but he refused to let you drive. The Pontiac was his pride and joy, and you tried not to let it irritate you that he didn’t even trust you with it. You, who had been there when his father handed him the keys, who was the first person to ride passenger when he got his license at sixteen. But Steve insisted that you looked better in the passenger. He could be a little old fashioned that way.

“You tired?” you asked as you rummaged through the glove box.

Steve shook out his hair, blinking rapidly at the road ahead. It was midday, sky chilled with pigeon grey clouds, casting shadows over the grey asphalt and bursts of orange and scarlet leaves flanking the road from high trees.

“M’ fine. Hand me a smoke, will you, honey?”

“Slim Jim first, sweetheart,” you drawled, mimicking his mumble.

Steve’s eyes rolled, though his mouth subsequently coiled into a grin. He loved when you teased him like you used to. His biggest worry when you finally decided to shift to dating was that you’d lose the playfulness your friendship always had. He didn’t want to lose that.

Luckily, the past year had been nothing but laughter and love. It sickened you a little to know how much you ached for Steve Harrington.

You peeled the plastic packaging on the dried jerky and shoved it in your mouth, reaching forward to the windshield where his crumpled Winstons were. You slid one from the box, plucking his silver Zippo, engraved with his initials (a Christmas gift a few years ago from yours truly), from the front pocket of his flannel. Brown and green, soft, a little faded from detergent powder. You had to fight the urge to shove your nose into his neck and sniff him like a dog. Later.

Steve tipped his chin out, lips parting with just enough room for the familiar cigarette. Once perched firmly in his mouth, you flicked the lighter open and singed the end. Steve closed his lips around the filter and sucked hard, popping them open to expel smoke from his nose.

“Thanks, baby,” he muttered around it, reaching over to smooth his hand over your thigh.

You leaned into it, watching the shape of his fingers overtake your leg. “Mhm.”

He felt over the denim of your jeans, sturdy but still worn. They were a few years old. He could remember the day you bought them at Sears, because he was there with you. Hours trailing the linoleum tile, head tipped back to watch the fluorescents buzz and whizz by, listening to the crank of receipts and ding of bells. You spent a good thirty minutes just in the denim, holding up options and popping in and out of the fitting room with different styles.

That was the first time he noticed how glorious the shape of your ass was.

Steve’s fingers wandered in his daydream, inching toward the apex of your thighs where the seam of your jeans pressed tight against your panties. You jolted, turning to see the cigarette puffing clouds over Steve’s nose.

“Hey,” you mused, watching his finger trace your zipper. “Whatcha doin’?”

Steve pulled his hand away, removing his cigarette to ash it in the crack of the open window. The way his neck craned, purpled vein protruding against soft and freckled ivory skin, made your mouth water. Your teeth tingled to bite.

“Nothing.”

You wanted to pull back his hand, guide it between your legs again and tell him he didn't have to stop. You didn't want him to stop. But his eyes were shuttering against the warm light peeking through tufts of clouds, lips puffing at his cigarette greedily—a sure sign of a sleepy Steve.

Reaching over, you smoothed your hand through the back of his hair, shaggy and soft and longer than it's ever been before—he tipped his head back an inch to lean into it.

"Come on," you cooed, finger twisting a silky lock into a limp curl. "Let's stop and get coffee."

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"Ugh," Steve grunted into an orange porcelain diner mug. "Fuck, I needed that."

You concealed a grin with the rim of your own mug, lifting it to your mouth to gulp down the warm stream of acidic brown liquid. You sweetened it with a pink sugar packet and a small vat of vanilla creamer, but it still doesn't taste like Steve's does. When he made it for you at home (still insistent upon bringing you a thermos after class), he poured as much sweetness as possible. Something sweet for my sweetheart. Such a sap.

"You hungry?" Steve asked, flipping over a laminated menu to check the lunch options.

You shrugged, mug clinking on the sticky tabletop. Steve eyed you carefully over it, assessing your sudden distance. He slipped a hand beneath the table and knocked it on your knee, settling it into a smooth glide across your thigh like he did in the car. You flashed him a bashful grin.

"Split some pancakes?" he suggested. You nodded.

The waitress came and went in a polyester flitter, and soon an opalescent plate of blueberry pancakes sat between your elbows, slowly sloughed off by pulls of metal fork prongs. Steve let you have a little more than him, noticing the way you waited for his bite to go before grabbing your own. Always so considerate, always so sweet.

"Did you ever think," you started, swallowing down a burst of warm fruit, "that we'd be here?"

Steve placed his fork down, licking remnants from his lips. "Where?"

You huffed, wiggling your fork through another bite. "You know..."

Steve did. He leaned forward on his arms, glancing around fleetingly before fixing you with a sly and half-cocked grin. "Like...makin' out and shit? Doin' the nasty?"

You giggled, eyes rolling. "Stop. You know, did you ever...think about it?"

Steve eased back against his side of the booth, arms slipping from the table into his lap. He rummaged through his jeans until he found his pack of smokes, poking one into his mouth to rest a moment. His eyes took on the vacancy of thought. You waited, overtaken by diner clinks and chatter. Your insides squeezed in anticipation.

"I don't know. I always thought you were beautiful. Always thought you were sweet and...knew you'd make some guy really happy, but...I guess I never thought it'd be me. Not really...Did you?"

With warmth pulsing in your cheeks, you tipped your gaze down to your lap and picked at the skin around your red-polished nail. Steve liked them red. He said it was his favorite color on you.

"I thought Nancy Wheeler was an absolute idiot for letting go of you," you murmured.

Peeking up through your lashes, you found Steve's smirk fading into a slow bite of his bottom lip. God, were you always so sexy when you talked about loving him?

Unlit cigarette dampened at the filter perched between his fingers, Steve leaned forward on his forearms again and cleared his throat. His eyes dashed around the diner once more before fixing on yours.

"Do you wanna get outta here?"

Blueberry and coffee on his breath. You wanted nothing more than for him to light that cigarette and watch him pull it away with that strong, working man's hand. You wanted nothing more than to have him tug you in by the belt loop like he did that first time you kissed in his driveway.

You lurched forward a little too fast. "Yes."

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The click of the motel door lock sent shivers down your back. The bags fell next, dropped with zippered clinks and heavy thuds. The keys clattered on the round wooden table near the curtained window, thrown from Steve’s hand. You fumbled to release your feet from their booted confines and watched with bleary eyes as Steve removed his own. He fiddled with the tiny tortoise buttons of his flannel, and you whipped your sweater over your head.

“Wait, wait,” he rushed, leaping forward and snatching your hands before you could unhook your bra.

Grinning, you went plaint in his hold and stepped a little closer. He let your hands slip from his, dropping back to your sides and giving him room to move. His palms swept over your waist, gliding up your spine until he found the soft band of your bra. He unhooked it with ease, dragging the dainty pink straps down your arms until it fell to the floor with a thud.

Once exposed, the warmth of his hands encompassed your breasts, pulling a small gasp from your throat. Head tipped up to admire the attentiveness of those hazel eyes, you nuzzled your nose into his jaw.

“You’re so warm,” you cooed, nose slipping down his throat.

A chuckle rumbled through him like thunder, reverberating into you. His thumbs swept over your nipples and gently pinched the peaks. Something between a giggle and a yelp squawked from your mouth, pulling another laugh from his chest. Steve’s head dropped into your neck, teeth nipping and mouth sucking at skin.

Your head fell back with a groan, hands clawing at his hair. For just a moment, you gave into the slow, teasing pleasure. Swaying in his arms, pressed half-naked against his body, letting every lick of his tongue against your flesh tingle through you like electric shocks.

But it wasn’t enough.

“Okay, wait, wait,” you moaned, tipping away from his mouth. “Just…can you…”

Steve scraped his teeth along the side of your throat and peppered quick kisses upward until he met your jaw. Once there, he pulled back and brought his hand to your jaw, holding it steady.

“What?” he whispered. “What d’ya need, baby?”

Rubbing your hand up and down his forearm, you made your eyes into those round, weepy shapes that made him coo and give into whatever you wanted. You’d been doing it for years—once used for cheeseburgers at football games and a bite of his last Twinkie, now used to coax him into giving you what you wanted without clothes.

But this time, Steve chuckled and shook his head. “No, no, don’t use those eyes on me. Tell me what you want, and maybe…I’ll give it to you.”

Lip jutting out, you pressed a firm kiss to his chin. “Maybe?”

Steve laughed, using his grip on your chin to pull your head down and plant his own kiss on your forehead. “C’mon, honey, you know you got me whenever…wherever you want.”

You pondered a moment, lips pursed shyly. He waited. He waited with bated breaths, taken shallowly through his nose, eyes trained on your still body. You took a small, socked step back across the plush pink carpet, toward the bed. It yipped against the impact of your thigh.

“Well, in that case…” You were quiet, and when you turned around and placed your knee on the mattress, Steve didn’t quite know where it was going.

But then your hand came down, pressing into the quilt. The other knee, dipping into the springs. Crawling, back arched and chin tucked over your shoulder to blink all bashful and sweet at the man staring in wonderment.

“I want you…like this.”

Steve whipped his belt off, silver buckle clinking with a thud on the floor. You could’ve sworn he ripped his zipper and popped the button with how fast his hands were moving, and soon he was fully nude and reaching for you as he maneuvered behind you against the bed.

His hands hooked into the waistband of your jeans, giving them one harsh tug and bouncing you in between. You giggled, doing your best to aid his hurried, eager movements. Your panties came next, a flash of pale pink fabric in his fist and then a speck on the floor.

"Fuck, hang on," he huffed, leaving you with a cool draft as he scrambled for his pants on the floor.

Steve pulled a brown leather wallet from the back pocket and whipped out a familiar plastic square, resuming his spot behind you just as swiftly. You kept your eyes trained on him over your shoulder as he rolled it on, as his shoulders pulled in and his swelling biceps strained as he attempted to keep his pulsing erection at bay. He needed to make you believe you didn't drive him absolutely insane. He had to have some sort of decency.

But with you, it was hard.

All he ever wanted to do was—

"Oh, fuuuuck." Dive in.

And once he was there, splitting you in two and bringing vibrancy to your flesh, rendering you mindless and stupid and so fucking beautiful—the world fell away. All Steve knew, all he wanted to feel: was you.

"Oh, God, Steve," you mewled, gripping the rough fabric of the bedspread in your fists like bracing for a rollercoaster.

Steve's hands took hold of the globes of your ass, feeling every ripple under his palms as his hips pistoned with vigor. Fucking you always had him feverish. It was though he lost all sense of himself, pouring every ounce of being into you. He had never given himself to another woman the way he gave himself to you.

Using your hips as leverage, Steve yanked you back into his pelvis, eliciting a broken yelp muffled by a mouthful of mattress. Burying your face into the bed, you fell pliant to his animalistic charge, barely conscious of his babbles behind you.

"Ooh, yeah, s' good, baby. Oh, fuck yeah. Oh, oh."

A heavy hand came sweeping down on your asscheek, cracking in a sharp snap of skin on skin. The impact had you shrieking and shivering, back contracting into a delirious series of arches and relaxations. Your legs were jelly and eyes bursts of white, and it hadn't even been five whole minutes.

He was just that good.

Steve snickered, out of breath but too cocky to let it slide. He tipped his head to watch your slickness gush down his cock, admiring the way you squeezed like a fleshy, gummy sleeve up and down, dripping with every prod.

"Aw, look at that. You love when I do that, don't you s-sweetheart—fuck, m' cumming."

It was like music to your ears. His mockery, his low grunts and groans, the raspy crispness to his voice when he was buried deep inside you. When he came, he crumbled. Shuddering into a halved version of himself, crouching close to you, hands like bad mufflers over your hips, mouth full of saliva and moans.

His forehead clung to the skin of your spine with shared exertion, breath hot across your back. He hummed mindlessly, floating in a half sleep lulled by your body.

"Gonna pull out," he mumbled a bit later, bracing your hips when his hands were steady enough.

You settled against the bed, catching your breath against harsh quilt fibers, watching through the blurry haze of your eyes as he moved through the room. Padding to the bathroom, the soft snap of used plastic, the metallic ping of heavy release hitting the bottom of the bin. The soft rush of water, the click of the rosy bathroom light snuffed out. Coolness between your legs, massaged with hands too gentle for the work they did. You groaned, soothed by his shushes and hums. The bathroom light stayed off when he went back in.

And when he returned, he tugged you close with an arm around your waist, sticky skin fused together like one beneath a sheet that didn't smell like home. Steve kissed your cheek, thumb rubbing into your rib.

"Get some rest," he whispered. "We'll be back on the road in a bit."

✶ ✶

You slept. And you slept on the road, too. Once tired of Twinkie complaints and chowing down on Slim Jim remnants, you somehow found your head in Steve's lap. Tipped over across the front seats, cheek pressed into his thigh, hair dripped over his jeans. He glanced down at you every few stoplights, taking a few moments to rub his hand on your cheek.

Welcome to Connecticut! whizzed by in the soft orange light of a Thursday sunset. Careful not to wake you, Steve leaned toward the windshield and swiped a smoke. He tapped the ashes into the road, careful not to let them flutter on your peaceful face. He smiled around a mouthful of sweet Winston smoke.

He was lucky to call his best friend the love of his life.

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[envirae]

my very first love ! — 24: break my heart?

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"How much of that did you hear?" He asked, he stared back at you blankly, almost as if he didn't believe you were real.

"I think a lot more than I was supposed to." You answered honestly, Riki opened his mouth to speak, but both of your phones were buzzing incessantly with texts from your captains.

He sighed, before turning his phone off and looking back at you. "Let's talk after the show. There's so much I want to say to you."

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You were set to perform right after Enha, which Soobin was very much unhappy with. Thankfully, though, they actually performed their own choreo this time.

This hardly calmed Soobin down, however, because god— were they killing it.

Their power on stage demanded the attention of the audience and their charisma helped to distract from any mistakes they could have made.

Heeseung shot Soobin a smirk on their way off stage, and it took everything in Soobin not to choke him out right then and there.

For any team, they would have been impossible to follow up.

Not for your team, though.

It was the performance of a lifetime. You don't think you had ever put this much of your blood, sweat, and tears into anything before. And now, here you were, ready to see all of it pay off.

After your performance, you and the rest of the novas sat eagerly backstage, waiting for the rest of the teams to finish performing and for scores to be announced.

This was one of the biggest, most important moments of your high school career, but you couldn't get your mind off Riki.

All the things he told Jiwoo backstage, were they true? Would you be an idiot for letting him back into your life after he had already hurt you so bad?

You were far from discreet, and the way you and Riki kept making prolonged eye contact backstage almost killed you.

Your team, along with all of the others, stood at the wings of the stage as they announced the winners. Third place had been given to a team from Daegu, and you waited in anticipation for the top two.

"In second place," The announcer began, "from HYBE academy of the arts, ENHYPEN."

You watched as the boys' faces fell. However, they sucked it up and put on a smile as they walked out.

"And finally, in first place, the Korean Junior National champions, also from HYBE academy of arts, SUPERNOVA."

You couldn't believe it.

You almost thought that you had heard them wrong. But no, you had won. You actually beat ENHYPEN. For the first time ever, they didn't take away your spotlight.

Soobin made sure to walk out with the biggest shit-eating grin on his face, staring directly at the boys the entire time. He gracefully accepted the trophy, and it almost looked like he was about to cry.

You were over the moon, all the hard work you and your teammates had been put in for the past year was finally paying off. You showed ENHYPEN- and the entire school, that you were done living in their shadows. And as you looked at Riki, he smiled and sent you a thumbs up.

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When Riki finally found you backstage, you didn't know what to say. You smiled at him, and you wanted to say something, but no words came out.

"Congratulations on your win. You deserved it, really." He said, a soft yet embarrassed smile on his face.

"Thanks, Riks. I really appreciate it. How'd your team take the news?" You asked, out of pure curiosity. You knew that team, and you knew they were most likely throwing nothing short of temper tantrums right now.

"Better than I thought they would, to be honest. Except for Jay, I'm pretty sure he stormed out and drove home." You laughed, and so did he. It was nice hearing his laugh, you hadn't even realized how much you missed it.

It was silent for a while before you finally looked back at him. "About earlier- I didn't mean to eavesdrop, it's just-"

"It's okay, y/n. It's all stuff I wish I would've told you before, anyways, and I hate that I never did." He cut you off, and you were a little shocked. "I never knew why I got so flustered around you before. I have never felt this nervous around someone before, ever. But when it comes to you, I go crazy."

He paused, searching for any hint of emotions in your expression, but kept going.

"I like- No, I love you y/n. And I don't care if our teams hate each other, I don't care if you think we would never work, I don't care if there are a million logical reasons why we shouldn't be together. Because I love you, y/n. And I think that's the only reason we need to tell us that we should."

"Riki, I don't even know what to say." You chuckled, cheeks bright red from the sudden confession. "I agree that there are a million reasons we shouldn't be together."

His face fell slightly as he braced himself for rejection, but you kept going.

"But I love you too, Riki. You make me want to be the best version of myself that I can be. I think we owe it to ourselves to try."

The smile that appeared on his face was so bright, you would've thought he was the one who won a national competition today. He engulfed you in a hug so tight you thought you were going to lose all air in your lungs.

"You gonna break my heart, y/n?"

"Only if you break mine first." You teased, and this time, he placed a chaste kiss on your lips.

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a/n: it's finally over! i apologize for the (kinda) hiatus i took during the later parts of this smau, but that is over and i am now back! i have had so much fun writing this smau and i hope you guys had fun reading it, too :). i have an epilogue coming out and a new smau announcement very soon so please stay tuned for that!

p.s. i hope you guys noticed the tatbilb reference 😚

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[selfindulgentpixies]

The hands that hold you

Part 7 of my SatoSugu x Gn!reader series is here! And yes it finally has an official name!

I'll put together a masterpost with links to all the parts and the title soon and have it linked in my pinned post. This is another soft chapter. There was more I was considering including but I really wanted to get this update out here. There's also art to go with it that will be at the end that you'll also be able to find on my art blog when I post it. For now enjoy a really fluffy chapter before things get rough again. Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

CW: Reader is referred to with they/them pronouns, chan is sometimes attached to reader's name. Polyamory though that's part of why you're here i'm sure

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It’s been roughly two weeks since the failed mission when you find yourself called into Yaga’s office. When you make your way in and sit in front of him he places a new ID in the middle of the desk and pushes it toward you. You blink at him in confusion before taking it. It’s just like your curren’t ID until you notice a key change. “Wait… I’m being promoted to second grade sorcerer?” You look at him, surprise pushing your eyebrows toward your hairline. 

Yaga sighs but then smiles. “After that last mission, despite it ending how it did, Suguru and Satoru recommended you for promotion. Apparently you managed to impress them which is uncommon for the two of them” 

You turn the ID in your hand before slipping into your pocket. “I suppose it is.” 

Your hand is in your pocket thumbing over your new ID as you walk. In theory you should be happy about the promotion but you wanted to be sure you actually deserved it. You weren't sure you did honestly. You wonder if you should text either of your boyfriends about it. Your boyfriends… you feel your face heat up and you stop walking and lean against the hallway wall. You were not used to being able to think of them that way yet. It was so new. It was also the source of your current worry of whether or not you actually deserve the promotion. It felt a little too much like nepotism that the two of them endorsed your rise in grade.

Suddenly someone’s arm is resting on your shoulder and you and you don’t even need to look to see who it is. “Goodmorning, Haibara-kun.” You smile. 

He leans forward with a grin. “Good morning! It’s good to finally see you up and out of bed.”Nanami and I were starting to wonder when you’d be joining us again. “

“You know how Yaga is about me. He honestly made me stay on bed rest longer than I needed to be. At least I think so.” You push off from the wall and from under Haibara’s arm. 

“It’s good he cares so much though. It’s better to be safe than sorry by going out into the field before you’re ready,” He reasons. 

“I suppose… but it was painfully boring. Especially when everyone else was busy. I hate staying still for so long. Even if it was kinda nice to catch up on playing games…” 

“You were playing harvest moon or drawing most of the time when Nanami and I would come in and visit.” 

“Speaking of.. Where is Nanami? Normally the two of you are like a set,” you prod despite knowing its potential to backfire. 

Hairbara hums. “I’m actually about to go meet him. There’s a new bakery opening up he wants to go to. Wait, I know! How about you go with me. He’ll want to see that you’re up and moving around too.” And oh no he’s looking at you with those excited puppy dog eyes and you can’t find it in you to say no. Besides, you'd missed hanging out with your friends. 

“Yeah okay, I’ll go with. As long as you don’t think Nanami will mind.” 

Haibara gives a lil cheer and gives you a thumbs up. “Like I said, he’ll be glad to see you up and on your feet again.” 

Which is how you found yourself in a cozy little bakery, decorated in warm and earthy tones. The smell of all sorts of baked goods floating through the air. “You know you didn’t have to pay for me, Nanami.” 

He gives a small huff, his bangs coming loose and falling in his face so he has to push them back. “It’s fine. Think of it as a ‘glad you’re doing better’ gift.. Or something.” 

Haibara pipes in. “See I told you he would be glad to see you.” 

“That you did,” you say with a small laugh.  

“Annnd now that you’re fully recovered, on the note of I told you so’s…” Haibara’s grin threatened to split his face.

“Oh no..” You feel your face heating already knowing what he’s going to say. 

“So you’re really dating both Geto-senpai and Gojo-senpai now? I knew they liked you!” 

You groan. “Yeah yeah, you were right and I was oblivious.” You pointedly take a bite of your sandwich to try and spare yourself from saying more on the topic. 

Nanami makes a small sound before speaking up. “I mean I get Geto-senpai but I’m surprised you like Gojo-senpai too. Is it just because they’re a package deal or-” You cut him off, a small flare of irritation sparking in your chest as well as another emotion you can’t quite place in the moment. 

You swallow your bite a lil too soon so you can interject. “I like them both.” 

It must be something in your tone or the look on your face, you’re not entirely sure, but Nanami rubs the back of his neck glancing away, suddenly looking abashed. “Sorry.” 

“It’s-” you sigh “It’s fine. Just.. Don’t insinuate that I shouldn’t like Satoru just as much as I like Suguru okay?” Your shoulders sag slightly.

Nanami nods and Haibara looks between the two of you with a bit of confusion.”Am I missing something?” 

You shake your head. “No everything is fine.” You pause. “Actually can I get your guy’s opinion on something?” 

Both of them look at you. “Of course!” “Sure…” 

You take your new ID out of your pocket and place it in the middle of the table. “I uh.. Got promoted. Apparently Suguru and Satoru made the recommendation. But it just feels kinda off since I’m dating them now. I’m not sure I actually deserve it-”

Nanami shakes his head. “I doubt that. Why would they recommend you for something that would put you in more danger if they didn’t think you could handle it?” 

You blink. You hadn’t thought of it that way. “I suppose that makes sense...” 

Nanami folds his hands on the table next to his half eaten lunch. “Think about it. Being a second grade means that you’ll not only take on harder missions but will also be sent on some solo. If I cared about someone I wouldn’t recommend them to do dangerous things they couldn't handle for what.. A pay raise? Clout? If they recommended you be promoted that means they think you deserve it and more importantly can handle it.” Haibara is nodding along enthusiastically as Nanami talks. 

You nod, your doubts about the situation lifting. “Yeah that.. Thanks, Nanami.” 

He shrugs. “Just telling you what makes the most sense.” 

“We should go do something to celebrate your promotion!”

“I mean we’re already out to eat…” You feel a bit bashful at the idea. “And Nanami-kun already paid for lunch for me because of my recovery.” 

“Well then I can like.. Pay for ice cream ooor… we could go to an arcade! We should do something before you start getting sent out more.”  Haibara suggests while giving you his best puppy dog eyes. 

You sigh and smile. Really how can you say no to those big brown eyes and that pout. Nobody had bigger golden retriever energy than your friend. “Yeah okay, we can go to an arcade and maybe get a treat after.” 

Haibara cheers and pumps a fist into the air. It draws the attention of other patrons and Nanami lowers his head looking a bit embarrassed but still has the slightest smile curling his lips. 

The arcade is all lights and chimes of game music, the chatter of teenagers filling the space. The three of you lose several hours there with even Nanami being full of his share of smiles and laughter. How often do the three of you get to just be young like this? Not often enough surely. Never enough.  The three of you are contemplating where to go for icecream when you spot the claw machine. It was a nicer one, charged a bit more than the others. That’s not what caught your attention about it though. 

You wander over to the machine and almost like they were meant for you to see there’s a white cat plush with a blue ribbon and a bunny that’s such a dark shade of purple it’s nearly black with a gold ribbon opposite it across the machine. You’re taking out your money without even thinking about it. 

Nanami cuts into your thoughts. “You know it’s probably rigged right? In some of these machines the claw only properly grips things after so many attempts before it resets.” 

You turn toward him with a pout. “I wanna try anyway.” 

The blonde boy lets out a sigh. He knows that look on your face. You’ve already decided to throw your money away at this machine to get whatever it was you were fixated on. “What are you gonna try to win anyway?” He raises a brow when you suddenly look away from him bashfully and focus on putting in your money. “Well?”

“It’s two things actually” Oh so they were probably gonna be here for it a bit. And then you point at the white cat with blue eyes and bow then towards a similar dark purple rabbit with a gold bow. 

He blinks slowly, gears turning in his brain leading him to a conclusion that Haibara voices. “They kinda remind me of Gojo and Geto-senpai!” 

The silence is deafening between the three of you as you duck your head and send the claw toward the cat, the machine making a low buzz with the movement. The claw lowers and grips the cat by the bow, it raises, the machine buzzes lowly as it’s brought toward the chute and dropped in. You quietly lean down and take it out, and you hide your face in it. 

“That’s exactly why you want them, isn’t it?” Haibara nudges your shoulder with a smile. At your slight nod he speaks again. “Well I think that’s super sweet of you.” 

You glance at him for a moment, he doesn’t seem like he’s making fun of you, though being Haibara he’s never made fun of you in a way that would actually hurt. Just light teasing. His smile is earnest and you decide he means it. You hold the cat plush out to him. “Can you hold this while I win the other one?” 

“Of course!” He takes the plush. He can understand why you wouldn’t want to set it down anywhere in here. It’s a pristine white. 

The rabbit is harder to get unfortunately. You manage to pick it up several times but the claw always loses its grip or your aim is just slightly off. It’s been a half hour of attempts and you’re low on change and the energy around you is getting increasingly gloomy. Nanami hates being right sometimes. Which is why he gently nudges you aside. 

“Here let me try for it.” He doesn’t look at you as he says this but he still catches how your face lights up out of the corner of his eye and can’t help but smile a little. 

When he gets the plush on the first try and successfully drops it down the chute he is not expecting you to jump up and hug him. His cheeks go pink and he stands rigid. “H-hey-” 

“Thank you thank thank you!” You chant as you hug him tight before letting go and dropping back down to retrieve the rabbit. Haibara is laughing at your antics and Nanami gives him a half hearted glare. Truly it was nice for them both to see you so excited after everything that had happened recently. You bounce on the balls of your feet and retrieve the cat plush from Haibara. “Sooo icecream?” 

The sky is painted in brilliant hues of oranges and pinks as you and the other two first years finish ascending the steps to jujutsu tech, the summer heat having only broken somewhat by the time the three of you had to make the climb. You and Haibara collapse shoulder to shoulder on the ground. Nanami looks at the two of you as if to say ‘really?’ even though his bangs are clinging to his face with sweat and his face is flushed. “I really hate these stupid stairs.” You say this and there’s multiple reasons why that’s the case but at the moment it’s because of how much worse they make the heat seem.

The three of you rest in silence for several minutes before you speak up. “Thanks a lot for today you guys.. I had a lot of fun.” You stand and brush yourself off. 

“Of course! We’ve all been so busy lately and you were stuck in bed so long we needed to get out and do something fun.” Haibara says as he hops to his feet. “Hopefully we’ll get a chance to do it again soon.” 

“Preferably without you throwing your money at a rigged machine next time.” Nanami prods but you can tell from his voice he’s only teasing you. You stick your tongue out at him and shortly after you part ways from them.

It’s only after you’ve showered and placed a gift each in Satoru’s and Suguru’s rooms that you finally flop into your bed dramatically. You were exhausted. Today was the most active you’d been able to be in two weeks. You wished that even one of your boyfriend’s were on campus so you could curl up with one of them but they’d both been being sent on back to back missions after those first couple days of your recovery. Summer really was a terrible time for sorcerers. It didn’t seem fair that the two of them were tossed right back into the field. 

You pout and roll onto your stomach. You only got to see either of them in passing when they’d stop in to check with you between missions so you could physically see they were both alright. Otherwise you’d just been texting or calling when they had the chance. 

You perk up slightly when you hear a knock at the door, and now that you’re looking for it you feel Satoru’s energy. “You can come in ‘toru.” you’ve hardly finished speaking before your door slides open and Satoru enters your mostly dark room. He closes your door as an afterthought before making his way to you. Before you say anything else he’s flopping all of his lanky weight on top of you. “Satoru, you're too big for this! Ahh! Did you just get out of the shower?!” You try very hard to squirm away from him.

He ignores your protests and squishes you against the bed, his hair dripping water onto your face and pillow as he kisses your cheek obnoxiously and laughs when you try to shove his face away. “Stooop at least go dry your hair off first!” 

“I don’t think I will~” he sing songs though there’s a slight tiredness to it. He squishes his cheek against yours, his wet hair rests against your face and pillow. 

“Satoruuuuuu” You draw out his name in a whine. 

He hums and props himself up on an elbow, just looking down at you with bright eyes. Even in the moonlight you can see he’s tired though. He sets something on your chest you hadn’t noticed him bring in before given how he’d immediately smothered you in his affection. “Found the gift you left for me.” 

You feel your cheeks heat slightly as you scoot to sit up, catching the plush cat before it can tumble off your chest. “Do you like it?” You worry that the gifts you got for Satoru and Suguru would be seen as too childish despite your earlier determination and enthusiasm to get the plush toys. 

Satoru begins to tangle his legs with yours and curl around you. “Of course. It means my sweet ___-chan is thinking of me while I’m gone.” He takes the plush cat and places it on the bed next to you as he drags you down. “It’s cute. Also liked the box of sweets you left with it.” 

“..Did you eat the sweets already, Satoru?’ 

“I was hungry when I got back…” 

You sigh heavily but smile a little. “Well, I’m glad you liked what I got for you.” you bask in his presence before you speak again. “Two things though, you’re going to make us both sick by laying in my bed with soaking wet hair, and two my bed really isn’t big enough for both of us. You’re going to fall over the edge and drag me with you.” 

“What a romantic way to go then. Falling to our doom tangled together,” His tone is dramatic but there’s a boyish grin splitting his features, teeth bright in the moonlight.  You swat him on the chest drawing an “Oof!” from him as well as a laugh. It makes warmth bloom in your chest. 

“I mean it. We should either go to your room or to Suguru’s room so we’re there when he gets back. Also let me dry your hair if you’re too tired to do it.” Because honestly you’re pretty sure that's why he hasn’t done it yet.

He hums, seemingly considering your suggestions. “I suppose.. “ He pecks your lips before disentangling himself from you. Really he’d never turn down a chance to have you take care of him, and you do take care of him. You direct him to your blow dryer and you spend the next stretch of time drying his hair into a cloud of fluff, gently running your fingers through the strands and massaging his scalp. When his weight settles heavy against your legs from his place sitting with crossed legs on the floor you wonder if he managed to doze off. You click off the dryer and set it aside, continuing to card your fingers through his hair. 

“You still with me?” Your voice is soft and filled with affection. 

He nods and then yawns. “Yeah I’m awake.” He tips his head back to smile at you tiredly. “You sure we can’t just sleep in here?” 

“My bed is way too small for you even if you were alone let alone with us both on it. So pick, your room or Suguru’s? I’m sure he’ll be glad to see us waiting for him even if he shoves us over to get in bed.”

Satoru huffs. “You mean shoves me. He’d never push you out of the way and you know it.” 

You smile. “I know.” You lean down and rest your chin on top of Satoru’s head. “So what’s the verdict?” 

“Suguru’s room is closer than mine,” he states sleepiness lacing his words. 

You nod before sitting up straight and giving him a nudge to get up. You don’t point out how the difference in distance isn’t that much. Satoru stands and turns toward you with a long and languid stretch, his t-shirt riding up to expose his stomach. You poke his stomach making his muscles jump. When he glances down at you with narrowed eyes you blink up at him innocently.

You know what he’s about to do so you quickly swipe the cat plush before darting around him to the door. Unfortunately for you in the time it takes you to open the door he’s got you and the two of you tumble into the hall with him viciously attacking your sides with tickles. You squeal and kick trying to escape. 

“And what are the two of you doing?” A tired voice yet still amused voice drifts over the two of you. 

You’re still wheezing with giggles when both you and Satoru look up to see Suguru standing in the hall with a towel and a set of clean clothes over his arm. One can only assume he was on his way to the showers. His hair is half free of its bun and on the side where his hair is falling loose his face is smeared with grime. 

“Suguru!” You cheer, or are you pleading for assistance? 

“They’re being punished for the most grievous of crimes.” Satoru says all too seriously as he lets his face fall to your soft stomach drawing a grunt out of you. 

“I poked his stomach while he was stretching.”

This makes the dark haired boy snort. “Guess you get to deal with the consequences then.” He says with a smile as he steps around the two of you. 

“Noooo Suguru! Save me-” You’re cut off by another fit of laughter as Satoru resumes his assault. 

Suguru throws you a wave over his shoulder, leaving you at Satoru’s mercy. Chuckling when after he turns a corner he hears Satoru yelp indignantly. “You bit me!” 

“I-I” you gasp and giggle. “-I couldn’t breathe!” is the last thing he hears before he’s out of earshot. 

—

When Suguru returns from his shower it’s to Satoru sprawled half on top of you across his bed while you sit up playing on your phone while propped up against his head board. Apparently Satoru had forgiven you for biting him if the way his face was pressed into your stomach was any indication. 

You stop what you’re doing to greet him. “Feeling any better after your shower?” You were glad to see there was only minimal irritation on his face where the grime had been.

Suguru makes a noise that you interpret as confirmation. His hair is half wrapped in a towel as he makes his way into the room. He’s going for his blow dryer. At least he intended to dry his hair before bed unlike someone. 

“Do you want me to do it?” You ask, you’re tired yourself but for fun reasons unlike either of your boyfriends. 

Satoru whines, surprisingly awake. “Nooo then you have to move if you do that.” 

“Or I can just sit on you,” Suguru says dryly. 

“You wouldn't.” 

“Oh I wouldn’t just like __-chan wouldn’t bite you.” 

Satoru turns his head and narrows his gaze at Suguru for a moment before making a grumpy sound and rolling off you so he’s no longer sprawled across you and the bed, allowing you to shuffle to the edge. You repeat a similar process to what you had with Satoru, though Suguru’s hair takes more time since it’s longer and because you work some product into his hair. You lean down and kiss the top of his head once you’re done. “All set.” 

Suguru turns on the floor and wraps his arms around your middle before pressing a kiss to your sternum. “Thank you,” the words are murmured gently against your sleep shirt and you card your finger through his hair. The soft moment is only somewhat broken by Satoru snoringloudly on the other side of the bed. Suguru rolls his eyes and then stands. He urges you toward the middle of the bed so he can flop in, slinging an arm across your middle. “You didn’t have to wait up for me, you know?”

“But I wanted to,” you half cut off at the end in a yawn. 

You think Suguru sighs before he presses a kiss to your hair. “You’re too sweet, you know that?” 

You hum sleepily, not confirming nor denying. “Did you see your gift when you got back?” 

“I did, it’s cute.” He smiles against your hair. 

“Not too kiddish of a gift?” you ask shyly. 

Suguru squeezes you with the arm he slung across you earlier. “Not at all. Definitely helps prove my point that you’re too sweet. Saw the stuffed cat too when you and Satoru were flailing around in the hall. So you got us matching gifts. Did you get yourself one?” 

You shake your head. “No, just for the two of you. I gave the machine enough money as it was.” 

“Hmm?”

“Ah, I uh won them from a claw machine game today while I was out with Nanami and Haibara. I got the cat pretty easy but you can ask Haibara and Nanami how well getting the rabbit went. Nanami felt so bad for me after a half hour of failed attempts that he actually won it…” you trail of embarrassed. You’re not sure why you admitted that. 

“Went to all that trouble to make sure I got a gift too.” He kisses your forehead and gives you a moment to react and close your eyes before kissing your eyelids, then gently kissing your lips which you reciprocate, smiling into the kiss.

“Of course, you deserve it.” You glance away from him and he feels warmth swell in his chest. He gives you another gentle kiss before shuffling down the bed slightly so he can lay his head on your chest above your heart, listening to how it beats rabbit quick at his actions. He falls asleep like that, not even caring that it leaves his feet partially hanging off the bed. You absently card your fingers through his soft hair as you lay there, waiting for sleep to take you as well.

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And here it is! I hope you guys enjoyed this one. It was getting pretty long and I really wanted to get out the next chapter since it's been a couple weeks because I got too sick to write very much. I've already started on chapter 8 so hopefully as long as my health holds there won't be as much of a delay.

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Part 9: The Art of Starting Over

Synopsis: Jack finally gets the courage to come and see you in Calabasas even though he still thinks you won't give him the time of day. Apologies are made from both sides, and you feel confident that this was meant to be.

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

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Jack had attempted to call you multiple times after you had hung up on him, but you steadily let it go to voice-mail. In order to stop hearing the constant ringing, you placed your phone on silent as you decided to take a bath to hopefully relax and get your thoughts together. You felt guilty for hanging up on him, but your thoughts and feelings were valid. You felt like he left you out to dry instead of helping you through everything. Responsibility was taken on your part for running off and not telling anyone and you knew deep down that your trauma response to situations was anything but healthy.

Now moving forward, you had to deal with the fact that you were going through a divorce, pregnant, and as far as you were concerned you were in this for the time being alone. Wanting a relationship with Jack was still on the table, but at the moment you weren't 100% sure. Your thoughts were interrupted by Tania frantically knocking on the bathroom door.

“Y/N! Did you hang up on your baby daddy?!” She asked and all you did was sigh before rolling your eyes. You should have known that his next move would be to call Tania.

“I don't want to talk to him right now.” You answered her through the door and you immediately heard her sigh.

“Babe, you…. Okay. Y/N, I know that you are extremely mad at him and for good reason and I know his reaction wasn't the best when you told him, but you need him right now and he's trying to fix this.”

“I'll talk to him when I'm ready. I don't know when that will be, but this is a lot to take in. I need to take time and work through my feelings.”

“You know for a fact that he's probably going to ask you to come back to Louisville.”

When you were quiet, she immediately opened the door.

“Y/N? It might be best if you go back. Just think, you have your parents, your brother and sister, Jack, Jack's parents. Your entire support system is in Louisville.”

“You aren't there.”

“I can always stay with you for a few months until you get into a comfortable routine. That isn't an excuse.”

“Tania, what if we really aren't supposed to be together?” You softly whispered and her face immediately fell as she saw the tears in your eyes.

“Y/N, that man loves you and we are not doing this. The two of you are supposed to be together, end of story. If he didn't love you, he wouldn't have immediately been blowing up my phone to check on you because you weren't answering him to make sure you were okay. So can you please call him back once you get dressed?”

“I'll think about it.”

“Well you didn't say no, so I'll take it.”

As soon as you hung up on him, Jack was immediately dialing your number again in the hopes that you would answer but deep down he knew that his chances were slim to none. When you didn’t answer, he knew that Tania was with you and immediately called her.

“Hello?”

“Tania! Is Y/N with you? She called me on facetime, but hung up after she told me uh…”

“That she’s pregnant? Yes, I know. Go on.”

“I.. I guess that my reaction wasn’t the best and that she said that I failed her through this entire situation. Can you just tell her to call me back? I need to fix this and I have to make her understand that I want to be with her.”

“I’ll do my best, Jack, but I’m not promising you anything. She’s hurting and she’s hurting badly. She feels that you just left her to fend for herself after she got up and moved back home all for you to break it off with her. She feels like maybe you don’t want this as much as you say you did.”

“But I do! I love her and I want us to be together. I just want us to be able to start fresh with nothing hanging over our heads or nothing holding us back.”

“That’s fair and I know you told her that, but I don’t know. I’ll talk to her and see what I can do.”

When Jack had gotten off the phone with her, he went back into the studio where everyone else was and he was in somewhat of a daze, and for good reason. Clay was the first one that noticed that something was wrong with his brother and wasted no time in asking him.

“Jack?”

“Hmm?”

“How’d it go?”

“She hung up on me.” He answered quietly and Urban immediately shook his head.

“But… I feel like there’s something else.” Clay added and Jack sighed before answering and running a hand through his curls.

“She’s pregnant and I didn’t have the best reaction because I was surprised obviously… and I don’t know.”

A collective gasp was heard before the room fell silent.

“Wait, pregnant by WHO? It better not be by her ex-husband. She deserves so much better than that asshole. He already had a baby on her!” Urban said as he was the first one to speak.

“By the look on Jack’s face, that baby is his.”

“Damn, pregnant by your ex-boyfriend and currently divorcing your husband? Y/N’s life sounds like a lifetime movie.” 2fo said from the corner.

“Sooo, are you going to Calabasas to get your girl or what? If you say anything other than yes, you deserve to get your ass beat.”

“She probably isn’t even going to open the door if I show up.”

“If Y/N is not answering her phone and you want her as bad as you say you do, you are going to do what you need to do in order to make her believe you. We’ve been rooting for the two of you since Clay got her to come to your birthday party. Like I said, this has been the happiest that I’ve seen you in a very long time. Both of you need to get your shit together and work on this because now it’s not only you two that you need to think about. Another person is involved who is counting on the both of you.” Neelam said to Jack as everyone in the room collectively agreed.

“Because we can work from any studio in the world. That isn't an issue. What you need to focus on is getting Y/N to talk to you.”

Jack had been in California for more than a week and still had yet to call you. Instead, he drowned himself in work and making multiple appearances

all while complaining and getting on Clay's nerves and he had to get his older brother to come to his senses one way or another.

They were currently in the studio once again and Clay was eyeing Jack as he was currently scrolling through his camera roll which consisted of 90% of your pictures and waiting for a few more people to get there. When Jack looked up and caught Clay staring at him, he looked at him confused.

“What?”

“We have literally been here going on two weeks and you have YET to talk to your girl. You've been avoiding this entire situation and you're getting on my nerves. I did my part and reunited the two of you so you better make this work.” Clay confessed being completely honest.

“I… I didn’t even do anything!”

“Exactly, hence the getting on my nerves part.”

“I….”

“You claim that you want her so bad, but I don't know if you really do and by this point, she probably thinks you two have called it quits.”

“We're on a break for the HUNDREDTH time!”

“Dumbass boyfriend and baby daddy of the year award.”

“HEY!”

“CALL HER.”

“But…”

“Better yet, go see her. You know where she lives.”

Jack’s response was interrupted by 2fo coming in through the door along with Nickie, but Clay just shook his head at him before pulling out his phone and texting you.

Clay- Y/N, your boyfriend and baby daddy has been in California for almost two weeks and claims that he wants to talk to you and see you. But yet he's been up my ass and getting on my nerves and not coming to talk to you. Congratulations on the baby, by the way. I’m excited to be an uncle.

You- HUH? And thanks, I guess.

Clay- He is getting on my LAST NERVE. He misses you, but won't do anything about it because he feels guilty and feels that you don't want to talk to him. I guess because of what happened last time.

You- I’m willing to talk to him, but he has to meet me halfway. All he literally has to do is call me or come and see me. I don't really go anywhere. When he gets himself together, let me know

Once Clay had put his phone down, he was eyeing Jack once again.

“We're staying for two hours and then you’re going to see her.”

“Did we switch places today? I thought I was the oldest.”

“I clearly have to take over since you're being a dumbass.”

—

It was around 7 at night when you got a call on your phone from Jack and you stared at it for a second before deciding to answer it. You figured that you might as well since he was attempting to make an effort so should you.

“Yes, Jackman?”

“Uh hey, um I'm outside.”

“Wait….. like outside my house?” You asked. You knew Clay had told you that he was here, but you expected for him to wait until you reached out first.

“Yeah, been out here close to an hour to get the nerve to tell you I was out here.”

“Okay. I'm coming to open the door. Hold on.”

You hung up the phone and threw your fluffy comforter away from your body as you got up to make your way downstairs. Once you opened the door and came face to face with him, your breath hitched in your throat and you didn't realize how much you actually missed him until he was right in front of you. You were still mad at him, but seeing that he made the effort to come and see you made It a little less.

Catching you off guard, once Jack stepped across the threshold of the house, he immediately embraced you in a hug which almost made you lose your balance as you let out a yelp from being caught off guard. It took you a second, but you hugged him back and the two of you stood there for what seemed like ten minutes before the two of you broke apart. He then leaned down to kiss you, which you gladly accepted before the two of you made your way over to the couch in the living room.

It was quiet for a few more minutes before anyone spoke. But you figured it was now or never.

“What took you so long to come and see me?” You asked as you got straight to the point.

“I didn't think you wanted to be bothered with me and I thought that you probably wouldn't come to the door if I did.”

“Jackman, if I didn't want to be bothered with you I would have made that perfectly clear. I uprooted the life that I knew for almost six years to move back to Louisville for you. If I didn't love you, why in the world would I have done that?”

“I know, but I feel like I put too much pressure on you in order to do that and I'm sorry. I only suggested it because I thought that was what you would want. I wanted you to get away from this environment and start fresh.”

“I do want that. I want this life with you. I just didn't expect you to suggest that we shouldn't be together right now. That hurt me. For so long, I was with someone who didn't give a damn about me and then the one person that I wanted to be with left me high and dry.”

“It wasn't my best idea and I… I thought that If I did that, somehow someway it would shield you from the media and how they’ve been acting towards you. In the end I did it to protect you but it only ended up hurting both of us even more. I just don't want anything happening to you because of what my job is.”

“I get that.”

It was quiet again for a few seconds before Jack put his hand on your stomach.

“And I'm sorry for the way I reacted when you told me about the baby. I want nothing more than to have a baby with you and I'm sorry it didn't come off that way. I just feel like I'm going to be apologizing all night.” He quietly said before starting to draw circles on your now flat belly.

“All we can do is move forward. I found a therapist and I'm going to see her tomorrow along with my divorce lawyer.”

“Oh, I should mention that Kelsey told me she knew from the second the two of you met and how we interacted that something was going on. She's actually taking this surprisingly well. We definitely could have gone about it a different way, but the only thing I regret is not protecting you how I should have. I'll probably never forgive myself for that.”

“Well I forgive you and we've moved on from that.”

“And another thing we need to establish….” Jack started to say and you looked at him to continue.

“Yes?”

“No more running from me. We figure it out together or not at all. No exceptions. I never want to have to worry about you like that again. I was damn near ready to call the police, but Janelle insisted that I didn't.”

“I… agree with that. And I’m sorry for leaving and not letting you know I was safe.”

“I thought I lost you for good that night not knowing if you were going to come back or not.” Jack quietly confessed as he slid you onto his lap.

“You should realize that I'm always going to come back to you. My track record is pretty good in that regard.”

“It is.”

As Jack was still drawing small circles on your belly, you simply placed your hand on top of his before looking up at him.

“I think it's a boy.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Just a feeling that I have, that's all.” You replied while shrugging.

“Well whether it's a boy or a girl, they were made out of love and I know that we're going to amazing parents.”

“And they're going to be so loved by everyone around them. However, I'm surprised you haven't asked me yet.” You said as you started to play with Jack’s beard.

“Asked you, what babe?”

“When I’m coming back to Louisville.”

“I'm ready when you are.”

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