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amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines · 3 years

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Cheryl//maple syrup

Request: Can you do the secret and sins when Veronica comments on the Cheryl’s twincest and the reader defends Cheryl even though the reader kinda diss likes Cheryl.

hey! how is everyone? i hope you’re all well and good! i may have slightly cheated a bit and copy and pasted a previously written out bit from another request where they’re playing secrets and sins. but that’s only because i didn’t see the point in writing the same dialogue again. anywayyyy enjoy!

It seems that whenever Cheryl Blossom arrives at a party, the party atmosphere disappears. Maybe it’s her grating personality or overbearing need to be liked, whatever it is, within ten minutes of her and Chuck gate crashing Jughead’s unwanted birthday party, there’s already tension.

Which is not made any better by the suggestion of secrets & sins. Your friends are gathered in a circle in the living room, while you sit off to the side. You want to eavesdrop, but you don’t want to reveal your deepest, darkest secrets, not to your best friends and definitely not to Cheryl.

It’s clear everyone that’s been roped into this stupid game doesn’t want to be there. Betty shifts in her seat uncomfortably and stares at you with pleading eyes. You shoot her an unsure smile back before taking a sip of your drink and she drops your gaze, glancing at Archie before staring down at the floor.

Cheryl is the only one that looks like she’s enjoying herself, but you’re not surprised. Chaos and the chance to get dirt on everyone so she can control them even more than she already does is what Cheryl lives for.

You glare at the red-head, who’s smiling brightly as she looks around at her victims and when her eyes land on you, her eyes narrow and the smile is replaced by a smirk.

“What’s wrong Y/n? Did nobody pick you to be on their team?” She asks, her bright red lips forming a perfect pout and you can’t help but stare at them for a few seconds longer than you should. You feel your face heat up and look away, blaming the alcohol for the affects you’re feeling and refusing to believe that you’ve just thought of Cheryl Blossom as attractive.

A shiver runs up your spine at the thought and you lips pull into a pout as you stare down at the now empty cup in your hands. You scratch at the plastic and listen to the mumbles and whispers of the teenagers stood and sat around you.

Whoever isn’t partaking in Secrets and Sins, have gathered around to watch and judge, and you can’t help but lean in a little closer, they may be some of your closest friends, but you can’t help wanting to know what they’ve been hiding from one another...you’re only human and at least you’re not as bad as Cheryl.

Cheryl lives of rumours. Like Gretchen Wieners with smaller and redder hair.

“What the hell is Secrets and Sins?” Jughead asks, all eyes on Cheryl as she moves around in a circle, eyeing everyone suspiciously as she starts to explain the rules.

“Its a variation on Truth or Dare…in which we own our truths by telling it like it is. I’ll start the game with…Veronica Lodge.” She smirks and you roll your eyes at her.

“Naturally.” Veronica sighs and you pat her shoulder.

“Let’s begin with the day you and your mob wife of a mother came to town for a so-called fresh start.” She says, her eyes filled with accusations and anger before she’s even gotten to her question.

You really don’t know why so many people like her, well you do, it’s because she’s rich and she bullies people into being her friend because she’s unable to make them any other way.

She’s snobby, spoilt and just plain mean, but that doesn’t stop you from sometimes staring at her for longer than you want to and definitely should.

“Tell us Veronica, what’s so fresh about defiling Archie Andrews in a closet?”

“That was your doing.” She replies confused, her arms crossed defensively against her chest.

“Moving on to dear Daddy Lodge…” She interrupts, getting more and more angry by the second. “Isn’t it true that your father, from prison, illegally purchased the drive-in land? Which makes me wonder, what else is he doing behind bars?” She continues and you glance to your side at Joaquin, who shares a very suspicious look with FP

“Well, I can’t speak for my father…but I can think of someone with a very dirty secret. Specifically, Cheryl killing her very own brother.” The tension in the room shifts and your eyes widen.

As much as you dislike Cheryl, you know how close her and Jason were and you knew how much it hurt and how she’s still hurting now because of his death. You’ve seen her crying underneath the bleachers after school, you see how her eyes are a little more dull than they used to be. They don’t sparkle as much when she talks and when she’s not spreading hate, she’s just not saying anything at all.

She smiles less when with her friends, and sometimes you think the only reason she’s horrible to people is so she can feel something. But that doesn’t excuse it and so you shake your head and earn a few confused looks as you try to stop yourself from defending Cheryl Majorie Blossom.

“Everyone knows how much I loved my brother.” Cheryl defends herself.

“Exactly.” Veronica replies. “But did you love him, maybe in ways that a sister shouldn’t love a brother?” She continues and you watch as Cheryl becomes more and more upset. “And as you got older, Jason started to think it was strange, unnatural. So he chose Polly over you. So you shot him between the eyes with one of your father’s many hunting rifles.”

Her shoulders slump a little and her bottom lip quivers as she looks around the room helplessly. The confident look she usually has, has slipped off like a mask, revealing a very sad girl underneath and suddenly you find yourself standing up.

“That’s enough Veronica.” You say, surprising everyone, including Cheryl. “Just leave her alone, it’s not worth it.” You add quietly and slowly sit back down again.

Veronica hold her hands up in defence and you force a smile before going back to picking at the plastic of your cup.

“I don’t need you to defend me.” Cheryl seethes, her eyes full of hatred as she looks at you, and for some reason it stings. You’re used to her not liking you, but her hating you, hurts you for some unknown reason and you have to take a few deep breaths in order to stop the ache in your chest.

“This game is sick.” Dilton adds and Cheryl uses the distraction to wipe away the tears on her cheek. “I wanna go next.” He adds making everyone look at him.

“Thats the spirit, Doiley. What secrets do you have to reveal to us?” Chuck grins.

“I saw Ms. Grundy’s car by Sweetwater River the day Jason went missing.” He says and everyone gasps. People mumble and whisper around you and Cheryl stares straight at Dilton, her eyes narrow. “I told Betty and Jughead, and then Ms. Grundy quit her job and left Riverdale, like, two days later. And let’s not forget that Archie was also at Sweetwater River that morning.”

“Oh, my God.” Cheryl whips her head round to look at Archie. “Colour me shocked. Archie Andrews, is that why you became a mediocre musician overnight? Because you and Ms. Four-Eyes were pulling a Mary Kay Letourneau?”

“Don’t say anything. Don’t get in the gutter with them.” Veronica mutters while glaring at Cheryl.

“Wait, what? Andrews was banging a teacher?” Chuck asks, his tone a mix of surprise and impressed and you roll your eyes at him. “I wish I would’ve known. I would have added you and Ms. Grundy to the book of conquests.”

“Classy, Chuck, as always.”

“Wait a second.” Cheryl interrupts. “That also explains why Archie can’t seem to keep a girlfriend to save his life. He’s got serious mommy issues. Anything to say for yourself Arch? Were you a victim or a perpetrator?”

“Dilton Doiley plays with guns.” Betty tries to change the subject but she’s immediately shut down.

“Big whoop, Betty. So Doiley’s a psychopath. Everyone knows that.”

“Well, I guess it’s my turn now. Boy, do I have a twisted secret to reveal, starring Betty Cooper.”

“Leave her the hell alone, Chuck.” Archie threatens.

“Shut up, Andrews.” He replies. “Look, you may get a free peep show every night, but you do not know her. Hell, Betty doesn’t even know herself. Everybody knows why I got suspended, but what you don’t know...she dressed up like a hooker, in a God-awful black wig, drugged me, handcuffed me in the Jacuzzi, and well, I almost drowned until she got me to say what she wanted to hear. And then she really lost it. She actually thought she was Polly. But, hey, you knew all about this right, Jughead?” He asks. For a second, the question hangs in the air, everyone trying to figure out what to say next and how to process what they’ve just been told.

But then Jughead leaps forward at punches Chuck in face causing all hell to break loose. Everyone stands and FP shoves races forward to grab Chuck and throw him outside.

While everyone else follows them outside, eagerly awaiting a fight, you stay back and watch as Cheryl disappears upstairs, quietly sniffling as she goes. You look at the front door and then at the stairs and sigh, knowing that this is not gonna end well. She’s gonna insult you and tell you to leave her alone, but at least you can say you tried to help and then you won’t feel bad.

So you glance at the door one more time and pray that at least one person is filming whatever is happening out there, before wandering up the stairs in search for Cheryl.

The slight scent of maple syrup and the sound of faint cries coming from the bathroom lets you know where she’s hiding and you quietly creep along the slightly creaky floorboards, trying to remember which ones to avoid after years of practice when sneaking into Archie’s room in order to break him out.

You stop outside of the bathroom, light coming out of the cracks of the door and your hand hovers over the handle.

“Whoever is out there, go away.” She sniffles and you roll your eyes.

Turning on your heel, you start to walk away, but then you hear her sob and it makes you freeze.

You let out a quiet groan and curse the side of you that can’t leave people that are crying alone, before making your way back to the bathroom and slowly opening the door.

The first thing you see as you duck your hear around the door is Cheryl sat on the side of the bath. Her hands gripping the edges so hard that her knuckles have turned white. He hair has fallen in front of her face and you watch as she her shoulder shake and tears drip onto the bath mat.

“Cheryl?” You whisper and she looks up, her eyes wide as she quickly scrambles to wipe away the tears that have ruined her makeup. “Are you okay?” You ask and walk into the room. You close the door behind you and lean against it and her expression hardens.

“I’m having the best time.” She deadpans and you resist the urge to roll your eyes. God is she stubborn.

“Look, I know we’re not exactly best friends. Most of the time, I don’t really like to be around you-”

“Is this supposed to be making me feel better?” She asks and you shrug.

“But you know that if you need someone to talk to that won’t judge you or really know anything about you, you can. I’ll just sit and listen and you can cry or rant or I dunno. Just, know you’re not alone. You may not get along with everyone in this town, but we will all be here for you if you need us, all you have to do is ask.” You say honestly but anxiously while playing with your fingers.

She looks at you surprised, her lips part as if she’s going to say something and you’re sure she’s going to tell you to shut up and leave her alone, but instead she says thank you and you feel yourself relax a little.

“It’s okay.” You nod. “And for the record, what Veronica said was out of line. Everyone knows how much Jason meant to you and for her to say that is just wrong. We all know you loved your brother...a normal amount.” You add the last bit quietly and she stares at you for a few seconds before a smile twitches at her lips. “Would you like me to leave you alone now?” You ask and she shakes her head. You look around the small bathroom, trying to figure out the best place to sit and she moves along a little so you can sit beside her. “Would you like me to sit with you until you feel better?” You ask and she nods slowly, her lip wobbling again.

You sit beside her, place a gentle hand over hers and the two of you fall into a slightly awkward but not as bad as you thought it would be, silence.

After ten minutes, Cheryl stands and makes her way over to the mirror. She swipes her fingers under her eyes to try and get rid of her ruined mascara before messing with her hair to try and get it back to looking like normal.

“Do I look okay?” She turns to you and stands with her arms by her side. Your breath hitches when you look at her and you wonder how she looks so pretty even in the most unflattering light that is Archie Andrews’ bathroom.

You stand in front of her and slowly tuck a piece of hair behind her ear and you watch as she takes a shaky breath.

“Can I?” You ask, your fingers centimetres away from her cheek and she nods slowly, her eyes locked with yours and you feel yourself growing warm from the intensity. “There.” You smile once you’ve wiped a bit of mascara away from her cheek.

She grabs her bag and pulls her lipstick from it, but when she goes to apply it, her hands shake and you take it from her gently.

Your lips darts out between your tongue as you concentrate on keeping the lipstick in the lines, and you can feel her warm breath on your cheek.

“There!” You smile proudly once your finished, but she grabs your arm before you can pull away properly as her lips connect with yours in an almost frantic kiss.

You gasp a little and then relax and kiss back just as frantically, but she pulls away after a few seconds and the two of you stare at each other wide-eyed and breathless.

“Your lipstick’s ruined.” You whisper and her lips curl into a smile.

“Worth it.” She replies before pulling you close to her and kissing you again.

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soukokuwu · 4 years

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what if chu's s/o escapes port mafia, leaving chuuya to think she left him like dazai did (but in reality, she was pregnant & didn't want the child to grow up in PM. though she has taken extra measures so her son will not be endangered, PM still managed to kidnap him and hold him hostage in exchange for her to come back to their ranks. it is when she comes to save their son that chu discovers that the child is his. you do your own take if you want, your writing, your choice! 💓💓

HIGH RISK, HIGH REWARDS. genre. hmmm,, i guess it’s fluffy synopsis. you reveal a secret you’ve kept to yourself for so long, it’s time you finally come clean. word count. 2,680 author notes. hi, thank you this was an interesting request, i tried not to make it too long. & i usually don’t put so much dialogue (if at all XD) so i hope you can still enjoy this <33

PRESENT.

“Boss, the VIPs are here to see you, they’re being held down at the lobby. Do you want to send them up here?”

The chair swirls around, revealing the man behind the table, a picture of perfect composure. A curt nod is all it takes for the goon to leave the room, ready to escort the guests up.

Once the doors are closed again, he puts the cigarette out on his ashtray, exhaling that last puff of smoke. Gloved fingers intertwine together as he ponders long and hard about how he should greet them later.

The man eyes the drawer under his table, the bottom leftmost one — the special drawer. He opens it languidly to unveil a stash of letters, too many to count at one glance. That’s not surprising though. After all, it’s twelve years’ worth of letters. He grabs the top one, beady eyes glossing over its contents. He folds it back along the same lines.

They all look the same. Made out to him, but with no return address.

TWELVE YEARS AGO.

“They found someone at the house. We have him right now.”

The man on the other line seems to still have something to say, but the redhead doesn’t allow him. It’s a matter that can’t wait.

“Keep him there, make sure he doesn’t leave.”

Chuuya leaves the rest of the torturing to his colleagues as he exits the premises. He recalls what his subordinate reported earlier. ‘Him’? He scoffs. It’s been six years since you left the mafia and basically vanished into thin air. Which is a considerably long time, but Chuuya still can’t wrap the possibility around there being a new guy in your life.

Besides, the redhead didn’t do anything wrong. Why did you have to leave without a word? Why did you feel the need to leave at all, even? It couldn’t be stress. No way. You worked at the Port Mafia casino, yes. You were in charge of it all, and it did anything but stress you out. You loved working there. You loved the gamble. You absolutely revelled in the risk.

They put you in charge of the casino for more reasons than one. You were very calculative, very meticulous. You always had your moves planned out beforehand and you were always able to tell your opponents’ hand without even having to cheat. The gambling was definitely one of the reasons why you were so good at manipulating people. It was also one of the reasons why even Mori asked for your help in some cases.

But your best quality as a mafioso?

Your unpredictability. Or, as Mori dubbed it, your insanity. In both gambling and in general. You had helped the mafia win favours over more than just a few officials by winning against them — be it in poker or any other games. You weren’t even below playing russian roulette. Sure, Chuuya had been worried at first, but after a while it was pretty clear you’d always make it out of it safe — was it luck or was it pure calculation, or a mixture of both perhaps? Chuuya doesn’t really question it. And when it came to planning missions, your unconventional methods always helped, because no one would ever see it coming.

That blew up in his face though. You left him without any clues pertaining to your whereabouts or why you left in the first place. He thought you left along with his ex-partner, that maybe it had something to do with him. But it was apparent that wasn’t the case. Not when you didn’t surface at all even when Dazai did. He couldn’t help but keep thinking of potential things that happened to you. Did you leave because you met someone else? Doubtful. But given how long it’s been, it’s certainly not out of the question that you already did meet someone else by now.

You’re beautiful, smart, fun. You’re everything anyone could wish for. You’re so understanding that sometimes Chuuya questions where you get your patience from. You were just perfect, in every sense of the word.

Chuuya groans just thinking of everything. Even after being kicked to the curb, why is it that now he is still attracted to you? Lucky he was, though. Because that’s the only reason he agreed with Mori’s plan to put all efforts into seeking you out. You were incredibly elusive, and a pain in the ass because of that. And had it not been for a certain intense war against an enemy organisation, they would’ve let you go on with your life, wherever you ended up. You’ve been very quiet, not spreading anything about the mafia, or else Mori would’ve picked up on it. Very well-behaved, and a pardon would’ve been your reward.

But even the best needs help sometimes. And Mori specifically wants yours. He probably figured Chuuya was the biggest factor that would tilt things in their favour, and he agrees. Which is why he heads this mission in the first place. Not only is he the biggest shot at getting you back, but he wants to see you. Wants to know exactly why you left him the way you did.

Closure. He wants closure.

Life is funny though. Because he ends up with more questions than answers when he opens the door to his office.

Suddenly all the idle chatter he passes by in the hallway makes sense. The ones that just skip past his ears because he’s too deep in thought about you. He remembers the gist of them though. Things like “he’s so cute, like a model,” and “right? I think he looks handsome” (to which Chuuya was slightly annoyed by because he thought it was referring to your new beau).

But no, he wasn’t greeted with a man. He opened his doors to find a boy with eyes as blue as the ocean sitting on his desk, fiddling with his pens. Eyes that remind him of the exact shade he looks at in the mirror everyday. Chuuya hurriedly shuts the door, locks it, and steps hesitantly toward the boy.

This boy… looks roughly about six years old. And Chuuya feels his breath hitching in his throat. That’s around the time you went missing. He feels everything closing in around him, the fear of why you left him finally being made clear to him.

Weirdly enough, the boy isn’t the tiniest bit scared. His head is tilted, fingers still fiddling with Chuuya’s fountain pen, and waiting for Chuuya to reach him. He blinks his little eyes, before finally smiling up at him after a while. He opens his mouth, a simple word leaving his delicate lips.

“Daddy!”

Chuuya isn’t even allowed a further minute to process it before he hears knocking on the ceiling and someone falls through the vent onto the floor; one with an all-too-familiar figure. And who flashes an all-too-familiar grin.

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Half an hour later Chuuya finds himself struggling to process all the information you’ve unloaded on him. He observes as his son draws on a random piece of paper he’s found lying around, in the other side of the room.

“You let them think they’ve captured our son, when in reality you were waiting for them to?”

You nod. Chuuya internally facepalms himself. How is it that you’re able to gamble with this, too? With your — and his — son’s life on the line? You basically left him there to be abducted, knowing that they won’t do anything without Chuuya’s permission (who’s to say he wouldn’t have allowed them to torture the kid? Well, he wouldn’t, but still…) and then sneak yourself past security and into his office, all in the hopes of letting him know he has a son?

Then again, you wouldn’t bet something like that if you didn’t believe that things would absolutely go your way. He’s been with you for so long before, he’s familiar with your moves and the way you think. Not completely, but good enough.

It was so brilliantly simple. (Also, you used to sneak into his office through the vents when your relationship was still under wraps, so it really wasn’t a surprise to him that you chose to sneak in through there now.)

“Why now, after all this time? Why tell me now?”

For a moment he catches a brief look of guilt wash over your face. You lie back on the couch on your spot next to him, and close your eyes, as though bracing for an outburst as his response.

“I didn’t want to tell you at all, at first…” you trail off, the guilt completely taking over you now. “I only came now because… I want you to get Mori off my back.”

Now Chuuya understands why.

So, you didn’t even intend to give him a chance to meet his son, let alone let him be involved in any part of your life. But you only appeared because you knew Mori would come after you, demand for your help. The only reason you showed yourself today… was to convince Chuuya to help you. Because if there’s anyone who could convince Mori to back off, Chuuya could. And you understood that all too well.

Chuuya can just laugh at himself right now. How foolish is he, to think that you came back because you still harboured feelings for him. How pathetic of him.

He can sense his expression growing grim. Not that he’ll make any attempts to conceal it. His cerulean eyes travel from his son to you. You seem a little less guilty now, though. You look… at peace, somehow.

“What makes you think I’ll do what you want?”

“Because you want to prove me wrong.”

Your answer catches him off guard, and his anger is replaced by utter confusion. You take his silence as your cue to explain.

“I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t think you’d make a good father and do what’s right for our son. Prove me wrong. Keep our son away from this. Do what a good father would and give him a chance to grow up normal.”

Chuuya scoffs. So that’s why you didn’t tell him anything. Never told him you were pregnant. Never hinted at a goodbye. You’d rather be branded a traitor like Dazai instead of having to make Chuuya choose between you and the mafia. He knows; if you set your mind on something, it’s hard to change it. And in other situations it might’ve been negotiable, but not with your baby.

You know Chuuya would never betray the mafia. That’s why you think he’d never make a good father. Because he can’t put you or the baby first. And now… Now you come with good faith. You’re trying to believe that he can learn to be a good father.

Starting with this choice.

This impossible choice.

Except not really. He knows what he’ll end up choosing anyway. You were right. If he knew you were pregnant he’d have convinced you to stay with the mafia, convinced you that he’d make sure the baby is well-protected. But then he’d be missing the point of your whole argument. You grew up in the mafia, and technically, so did he. You knew how it didn’t allow a chance at normalcy, and you didn’t want to strip your baby of that choice. You wanted your child to at least have a taste of what being normal is like, before you ultimately let them choose what they want.

Now, even if he gives an unfavourable reply, he knows you’d do anything to keep his son away from the mafia. It’s only a question of whether or not you’d have to struggle against Chuuya for it.

Silently, he stretches a hand out to you as he gets up from the couch. He can see the subtle surprise on your face. You’re impressed, aren’t you? He has on the best poker face since you’ve met him. You can’t guess what he’s thinking, this being the first of such instance since you’ve met him. He doesn’t say a thing when you ask him what he’s up to, only continuing to offer his hand to you, keeping mum.

A gamble, a risk you’d have to take. You can either take his hand and see where he leads you, which could lead to you getting your way or it could just lead to total destruction. Or, you can refuse, and then you’d have to figure a way out on your own. Which Chuuya doesn’t doubt you’d already have ingrained in your head.

But he knows you’ll choose the former. Why? It’s the only one where an inherent risk is present. Because you’d be totally in his mercy.

And that’s why you find yourself flown out of the headquarters, onto some random building’s rooftop. A perfect view of the setting sun and an even more perfect view of your old lover, striking crimson locks imitating the beauty of the orange sunset.

Looks like it paid off.

“Will you let me know where you’re staying? A child needs his father,” Chuuya asks you, your fingers intertwined in his, and you forgot just how much you missed this; him.

“And the mafia needs you.”

A swift rejection, but he’s not going to give up so easily.

“I have a right to know. He’s my son too.”

You inch closer to him and he feels like his heart is going to leap out of his chest. It’s been six years since he’s been this close to you, and he can’t believe he has to let you go again. With your son in tow, too. Without so much as a clue as to where you’re going to move to. No way to find out. Given that they only managed to find you in the first place because you wanted to be found.

“Maybe if you’re the boss or something.”

PRESENT.

Now here he is, sitting in the office, new king of the Port Mafia. And his two very important guests are making their way up here. Chuuya hurriedly puts the letters back away. They were how you communicated with him, updated him on you and your son. Though you never put any return address, so Chuuya couldn’t send one back even if he wanted to. Also, you didn’t include any photos, so Chuuya is curious how his son has turned out.

Your timing is impeccable, to choose to visit him just as he’s taken over the office. He suspects maybe you have your ways, what with the vast amount of officials you have wrapped around your finger.

But as the doors open, every other thought he has is thrown out the window. You enter first, and his face lights up, seeing those familiar pair of eyes, so warm, so inviting now. And behind you, your son, now slightly taller than you (and probably Chuuya but he refuses to think of that), greeting him with a polite nod and a smirk on his face.

A wave of understanding washes across his child’s face when he spots something hanging on the wall behind his father.

“Hey! You kept the drawing I did when I first came here!”

He had drawn the three of you together, with himself in the middle, his parents on either side of him, holding his hands and walking in a park.

Chuuya chuckles. “Of course, it was the only thing your mom let me remember you by.” He shifts his gaze over to you as your son gets the hint, moving to admire another far corner of the room.

You let yourself fall into his arms, and Chuuya hugs you tight. Because it’s taken eighteen years. A long, torturous eighteen years apart, which honestly was a run in circles, though it was a necessary one. But now finally, he can be together with you, and his son. Chuuya looks down at you with the warmest gaze you’ve ever seen, wet eyes threatening to spill with tears any moment now.

“Welcome home, my love.”

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featherwriterweather · 3 years

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The speakeasy “Le bonne nuit” Riverdale season 3/smut

It was hot autumnal night. It felt more like a summer. The night breeze was whispering tales of the teenage love that was experienced in the past months. We all had our summer flings. Some of them blossomed into relationships, others had to stay hidden because of love that was said to be unfit or unworthy in front of the messed up society of the small town of Riverdale that we called home.

That night was much different then the rest of the nights we had ever since the new school year had started. Our friends, our brothers, all of which Serpents, had gathered in the tent park to discuss a matter that couldn’t be kept in the waiting. The Goolies were back and, as far as we knew, their leader, the former Serpent, or more like a black mamba as I liked to call her, Penny Peabody, were back in town and they wanted the taste of fresh blood. Their strings were pulled by the much higher standing persona of the man in black. And, as Ronnie had infromed us, this man was her father, the one and only Hiram Lodge.

I was an honorary Serpent and I still didn’t have my jacket on my back, but as the night was getting older and so was my bravery. I was sitting on the ground, near the fire, next to Tony and Cheryl. Sweet pea and Fangs were pressing their bags to the nearest tree. Fp was pacing back and forth in front of the fire, while Jug was sitting in his throne, an old chair with crown drawn on its leather, and his queen,Betty, who was also my editor in the Blue and Gold, was standing right by his side.

“We gotta do something, man. We can’t just let them go round our land free. If they want blood, we should give them some.” Sweet pea said as he pushed himself off the tree. His face was death serious, something I wasn’t used to see, at least not when we were alone. Nobody knew that him and I had a secret. After my parents fled on me during riot night, Tony had offered me shelter with the Serpents. Every single night since then, when I was feeling down, scared or had a nightmare, I would go to Sweet pea’s trailer and I would stay the night with him. At first, nothing really was happening between us. But the more I was seeking the comfort of his warm bed, the more we wanted to push it forward. And so during the last days of summer, after Josy ditched him, we finally laid the cards down and did it. We’ve been hooking up for quite some time but decided to keep it down low so it was only between me and him. But the others got a little suspicious of his protectivness over me, which found its way to the surface again that night.

As he was talking to Jug, going on how we should defend our last piece of land, he took off his jacket and wrapped it around me so I was warm. He prefered to be cold but to keep me warm. That act alone, of having his Serpent jacket on my back, gave me the voice I’ve been trying to find all along.

“No, Sweet pea! We will not attack first. That will give them a reason to kill us all. We have to get more information. If Hiram is helping them, we have to get into his deepest deals to get the game. Then we will attack and free ourselves once and for all of them.” Jug said while tapping with his leg nervously on the ground.

“That’s a very good idea, Jug. There is only one problem. My father never speaks to any of us about that. So we have to go to the people he trusts to get what we need.” Ronnie declared standing behind Jug. Nobody had seen her come to us but she was our strongest ally so we were happy whenever she could offer us a good piece of information.

“What do you have in mind, V?” Betty asked. She had that gift inside herself to read people’s mind just by looking into their eyes. Whenever an idea was forming in our head, she knew we were up to something. I wonder how she haven’t found out about me and Sweet pea yet.

“All I am saying is that his gorillas, Leo, James and whatever the hell were the names of the other, know more than I would ever know.”

“That’s easy. We will get them, fix up their faces and they will sing like birds.” Fangs said from his place next to the tree.

“Not everything is solved with fists, Fangs.” Fp blurted out with his nervous voice looking straight into Fangs as he was trying to tame a little tiger with the power of his eyesight.

“That’s at least an idea, Fangs. But these neanderthals don’t go anywhere without daddy. We would have to think of something else.” she answered him never cheating to her habit of gesturing with her hands.

“Don’t we forget something here, guys?” I said. All of a sudden everyone turned to me. “ They are men before everything else. And what usually makes a man go crazy and spill everything? Think about it.”

“A woman ready to play. I like how you’re thinking. If we could get those idiots drunk and hard, they will tell us all.” Tony finished for me beaming with pride at my idea.

“No! I am not putting you in danger. All of you. We would figure it all out.” Jug said shaking his head.

“Don’t shut us down just that quick, Jug. We are women, we know how to lure men into doing what we want.” Betty took the initiative. “I would go with my girls as a true queen, to help V please her dad and his gorillas. Meanwhile, you and the boys will be inside as security guards. The moment we get them to leave the Speakeasy, you can handle them as you want to. It’s a plan worth trying.”

“I am in. I got just the dress for that.” I said.

“No, Y/N! I am not keen on the idea of using our women for target.’‘ I was surprised by the sudden outburst of Sweet pea but I knew he was saying it because this plan involved me.

“It’s a good plan! We’ll do it. Tomorrow night. Veronica will invite her dad for a casual talk while the girls take care of the bodyguards as we are there to secure the Speakeasy.” Jug said approvingly.

The same night I went into Sweet pea’s trailer again. I knew he wasn’t happy for the plan but it was our best shot.

“Hey, Pea! Would you let me stay the night again?”

“You’re always welcome!” he said openning the sheets of his bed for me. “But I don’t know how I feel about the seduction thing you came up with. I don’t want to look how some asshole will touch you and look at you as you are an item he can claim”

“You don’t have a say here, Pea. I want to deserve my jacket and I think the idea is damn good. And you would be there to keep an eye on me and the gorilla. But I can do my best to assure you that it’s just work and nothing more to me.” I said as I kissed him and got on top of him.

Slowly I started moving all the while kissing him. I pulled away from him and took off my shirt. He was always in the mood for a middle of the night fun. His hand were tracing paths between my hips and my buttcheeks. He was squeezing tightly at the skin, kissing me with all the passion he got. I could feel how hard he was underneath me. In one swift motion he turned us over so now he was on top of me. I took the hem of his shirt in my fingers and lifted it towards his head. He took it off himself to easy me. Next his pants and boxers followed as well as my own bottom and lacy underwear. He trailed kissed down my neck and colar bone, slowly kissing his way down south to the place that craved him the most. I was already wet and he knew it well enought.

His kisses and touches sent chills through my whole body. Kissing all his way to my very core, he started drawing circles with his tongue. I buried my hands in his hair and left myself be completely absorbed in the sensation of him eating me out. It was something I loved to be given and he was giving it to me everytime. His hands found their way to my breast, squeezing them, claiming that they were made for his touch. My body was waving on its own under the sweet pressure of the extasy that was builing in me.

Soon enough he kissed his way back up and I felt a pure bliss when he entered me in one painfully slow but extremely good motion. He started moving slowly at first, kissing my neck. With each moan he was picking up the pace, making me go completely lost under his touch.

“You’re a mess right now, babe. So wet for me and so tight. Do you know how hard that makes me? How crazy I am about every part of you?” he hissed in my ear, biting it softly

“Dammit, Pea! You’re gonna make me scream if you continue to talk to me like that. And I am not sure I want to muffle this scream.”

“Scream for me, baby. I want to make you scream. You’re going to let go! So soon!” he was feeling how close I was. My walls were tightening agains him. I simply nodded and gave myself fully to the sensation of riding out my orgasm.

I knew he wasn’t finished yet, so I pushed him on his back and got to business.Just like he did, I kissed my way down to his still hard dick and slowly licked it all up from the core to the head. His deep moan made me go wet all over again. I took it deep into my mouth, giving him a firm stroke as I was sucking it. He hands got a hold of my hair making me go a little faster. His deep voice moans were making me eager to go faster and faster untill I felt him twich and realese the tention in my hand. His smile said it all to me as I went up to kiss his lips and then rest my head on his shoulder.

The morning came and so did the night. We all got dressed in our sexiest dresses and went to the Speakeasy waiting for Hiram to arrive with his gorillas for the casual talk with his daughter. The boys, who were all wearing black, stood by the bar playing their role of security guards for the night.

“Daddy, welcome!” Ronnie said as her dad walked inside.

“Mija, you wanted to talk to me, so here I am.” He said sitting at one of the tables.

“Let my girls take care of your fellas here, daddy, while we have some quility father-daughter time.” she said as she waved at us.

“Let’s do this girls!” Tony said as we all finished our drinks and went to the gorillas. They were three and so were we. Betty, Tony and I went up to them and sat in their laps. I could sense how mad Jug and Sweet pea were just by this sight. We started talking, whispering sweet nothings in their ears as we were handing them drink after drink after drink. Leo, the one that I took, was moving his hand up and down my leg that was peeking through the slit of the dress. I looked behind his shoulder and saw how Sweet pea squeezed his hand into a fist and slammed in on the bar. Jug put his hand on his chest and said word for I am pretty sure was “Not now, give them some more time!”

Soon the alcohol did its magic. The tree almost middle aged gorillas Hiram had hired were completely under our spell. All three of us stood up and took them by the hand taking them towards the back room with smile on our faces all the while biting our lips knowing that in a few second the boys would take care of them.

We took them back without Hiram seeing anything. Ronnie was doing amazing job at keeping him distracted.The boys slipped into the back room after us while Reggie and Pops were holding the forth at the bar.

“Ladies, you can step aside. We advice you not to see what will happen next.” Jug said telling us to leave.

“No, we’re staying. My girls and I want to see these scumbags singing like lovebirds.” Betty said with a certain dark beam in her eyes. We moved to the side of the room and waited the Serpents to work their own kind of magic to make them talk and spill all about Hiram’s plans with the Goolies and the drug dealing.

“Sweet pea, do you wanna show this one here how to act around a lady?” Jug said.

“My pleasure, Jones!” He said as he arched up his back and slammed his right fist in Leo’s face so hard that it broke his nose. “This is for touching my girl! Now let’s talk business. Speak! What has Hiram with the Goolies?”

I was weirdly proud of his eagerness to protect me, that he called me his girl and of his honor. But also I was a little scared of his force and thirst for punishing these scancs.

Not long after the first fists, all three of Hiram’s gorillas started singing all the information we need. We pulled it off as an incident of some drugged men trying to take us away from the gorillas. Hiram acted like he didn’t suspect anything and called them idiots. “You can’t even hold one teenage girl for the night without getting into a fight. Why did I even hire you? Let’s go! We’re done here, Mija! When you have a better deal, call me!”

“Oh, I will, daddy! I’ll make sure.” Ronnie said as she turned to us smiling. Our job for the night was done. Once more we proved that teenagers and especially the Serpents can trick the big bad men in black without them even noticing. But little did we know that the war between father and daughter had just begun.

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goodgirlsfanficawards · 3 years

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Happy WIP Wednesday! This week we are featuring five canon/canon divergent WIPs we can’t wait to read more of!

don't get cut on my edges by whiskeyjack / @whiskeyjack

06 Feb 2021, E, 21K, 4/10

She had been there, with her stupid socks, looking at him across her room, waiting for him. She had been wearin’ her pearls, the same ones that were currently sitting tucked away next to three disfigured slugs, a torn piece of pop’s baby blanket before Rhea’d fixed it, a polaroid, a school land-yard and a movie ticket; feelings Rio can’t and doesn’t want to be liberated from no matter the cost. He needs the token reminders. The best and worst moments of his life, these items monumental in their significance.

And then the dream had shifted. Sweat wicked silk sheets jarred impossibly against stiff black fabric soaked with tears. The look on her face when he pulled that black bag off her head was mutinous. He caught a flicker of relief before she succumbed to her confusion and anger. Rio turned to show her Turner on the floor, when suddenly he heard the shots being fired. Blindin’ fuckin’ pain and the world went black.

He couldn’t help the infuriating heat that was building - anger shocking his body out of any remaining deliriousness. The pain, subsiding gradually, only left room for comprehension to yank him abruptly back to reality.

A Gangsta To Love Her Better by HisBossBitch (Kithi1), Kithi1

09 Feb 2021, M, 103K, 35/?

“You did that deliberately, you cheat,” she sputters and elbows him gently. She’s laughing and he grins back, unrepentant. “But seriously, Christopher, say what you said again.”

He smirks, “Maybe next time you could actually try hitting…” She pushes him again as he gets his towel and he laughs at her, a smug sound.

“No. The thing, the other thing, Christopher. Don’t be obtuse.”

“What? Elizabeth’s pregnant. You heard me the first time.” He walks off the court. He sounds matter-of-fact about it but she thinks it’s an act. He had known that what he was saying was surprising to say the least and that’s why he had waited until the end of their match to bring it up.

She grabs her bag, walks beside him. “ The Elizabeth?”

“Yeah.” He slings his towel around his neck.

“The one who shot you.”

Yesterday, Forgotten by thingcalledlove

09 Jun 2020, M, 4.8K, 2/3

“You dated.” Rio said it so matter of fact, that for a moment, all Beth could do was stare at him. Then it clicked.

“You already knew,” she accused, turning to jab a finger into his ridiculously hard peck.

“Dangerously close to where you’ve already done some lasting damage.” His voice was like ice, but there was a hint of amusement that Beth could only now pick up on after paying so much attention to the little quirks of the man that stood before her. “Nah,” he continued easily, “I suspected, but I didn’t know.”

She wanted to ask him how. How did he come by this information? It was part of her past that not even Annie knew about. Ruby also only had the smallest kernels of information, and none of it important enough to truly resonate. No, this was secret she had planned to take to the grave with her. An embarrassing chapter in her life she had practically forgotten until it had walked up to her. She had a million questions for Rio but settled for the most important one.

“How are you connected to all this?” Beth inquired, taking a slow sip of the newly pilfered bourbon. She decided to ignore his little remark about her shooting him.

“Andretta,” Rio said, nodding in the direction of the other man, who Beth noticed was still looking at her as he spoke to a few other well-dressed men, “He runs this whole thing.”

Get To Be Mine by septiembre / @septiembur

25 Sep 2020, T, 34K, 3/8

“Oh, Christopher.” Beth laughs and moves closer to take his hand in hers. His mouth drops open the smallest smidge. “Sweetie,” She says to dig the dagger in that much deeper. “You are too much. I can’t believe you kept it a secret this long.” Her tone shifts inquisitive, slipping into a role honed by twenty years of marriage to Dean Boland, and envelopes it with the rapport she had built with Marjorie and Miriam the day before. “Is this my Valentine’s Day present? Or-“ She gasps. “Is this for our anniversary?”

Rio looks at her like he can’t decide if she’s batshit or if he wants to stab her. It’s her new favorite look, she decides. The Vandenberg sisters watch on trying to make sense of the scene in front of them.

“Christopher’s my partner.” It isn't an untruth. Beth makes a show of biting at her bottom lip, a tad gleeful. Suddenly the scene is nervy -- she's going to win. Is this how he felt that night at the dealership? Her fingers twitch.

To Rio’s credit, he recovers quickly. He gives a little cough. “Darlin’, you know our anniversary ain’t 'til April.”

Oh?

“Y’know, when we met that first time. At the store.”

i will collect you and capture you by foxmagpie / @foxmagpie

28 Jul 2020, E, 17K, 2/3

“I just think we should find another spot,” she says, ignorin’ that slight, “to do drops and exchanges.”

And Rio had said “fine,” and Elizabeth had been surprised, shocked even, at how easily he’d conceded. She’d nodded, like she’d beaten him in some game, and he let her believe it.

But the look on her face when she walks into her own bedroom to see him languidly riflin’ through Dean’s side table drawer is worth it. She drops the laundry basket huggin’ her hip, and a li’l scream gets caught in her throat, just like that first time he’d surprised her sittin’ on her kitchen island.

“‘Ey now,” he says smoothly.

“What are you doing?” Elizabeth hisses, bendin’ over to pick up the few items of clothin’ that spilled out of the basket. She sets the basket on top of the dresser and notices that her pajama drawer is cracked just slightly.

Rio didn’t actually go through it—he just wants her to feel as invaded as he does.

Half the time he feels like she’s fuckin’ shattered his sternum and crawled up between his ribcage. Time, distance—none of it dulls it anymore. In the beginning, it was all triggered by seein’ her. Now he can go a week without seein’ her and still feel fuckin’ stir crazy.

Rio pulls out some cheap watch Dean’s got tucked in his drawer, assesses it. “You said we needed a new spot, no?”

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visual-explorxtion · 4 years

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The One That Got Away [Leon S Kennedy x Reader] - One Shot (NSFW)

Synopsis: You caught your boyfriend cheating and you're looking for an emotional getaway in a bar. Until you met Leon and you both instantly hit it off. But not everything is what you hoped it would be.

A/N: This one took way too long. I've started writing this prior to everything I've posted and it was on and off in between. Imagine this as older Leon (RE Damnation and up). I had a basic outline of the plot but kinda got derailed further I wrote and now it's a smutty, angsty and depressing fic (Three for the price of one). I thought I wrote too much and also not enough but it turned into a 5 page fic. And I also didn't realise I was writing in first person until halfway through. So, bone apple tea.

Word count: 3,842

The low murmurs and whispers of conversation surround the dimly lit bar, just two blocks away from my own apartment. I thought I could catch a break from my reality and sit silently with a drink in my hand. Hoping that I would get drunk enough to let my thoughts shut down, even just for a little while. But my mind circles back to him. My so-called boyfriend. Even though we are dating, our relationship just seems so...platonic.

I shake my head and took another sip of my drink. The ice cubes are slowly diluting the burning sensation of whiskey down my throat. Soon, this wouldn't be enough to forget all my problems. Irritated by my drink, I set it back down on the bar table, hoping that the aftertaste of alcohol would take my conscious away. I place the glass gently back down on the coaster and nudging it back and forth until it is exactly in-line with the circumference.

I leaned forward, pressing my forearms against the chilly, oak bar table. The sharp sensation ran up my arm, sending goosebumps along with it, awaking my drunken state. That was the last thing that I want. Reality setting back in.

The place was illuminated by the strip lights underneath the bar table and several backlights coming from the shelves of liquid. My bleary eyes tried to focus as I lift up my hand to signal one of the bartenders. But, to no avail, they do not seem to notice my presence. "Goddamnit..." I muttered under my breath. At this point, I could just slip out of this place and they won't even know it. I thought about it for a second but decided that it was a bad idea.

"Bad night, huh?" A low, raspy voice called out. I looked towards my left, where the voice came from. A man sat two seats away from me. His fringe covered most of his face so I couldn't tell what he looks like, but his chin was in view, chiselled and full of stubbles that could be seen even in a place with poor luminosity. "You wouldn't even know it," I answer, surprised that someone notices my existence. I've seen this man before. He's always here when I come to this bar, sitting in the exact same seating. I assume he's one of the staffs here, but he could just be a regular. Either way, it isn't any of my concern.

He chuckled, "I've had a handful of those before. I understand how you feel." His head angled slightly towards my direction. His face is now just peeking out from behind his golden hair. His eyes are piercing blue, like a vast ocean full of mysteries. He's handsome, beautiful even, but full of pain and hurt beneath it all. How could a man be so beautiful, and yet, so fragile?

I scoffed at his response, taking another sip of my now watered-down beverage, eyes returning to his gaze. "I'm sure you do," I spoke, resting my chin on my palm, giving him a smug grin. Maybe this is what I need, talking to a stranger, surely this will take my mind off a lot of things. He shook his head and smiled. "Hey, I'm Leon. You come here often?"

My brows furrowed and a little smirk came out of my lips. "If you're looking for someone to warm up your bed, then I can assure you, you've got the wrong girl," I paused, "I'm already seeing someone." Those words made my stomach wrench. I know full well that I'm the one that's seeing them, but they don't see me. No, not in the same way. Not anymore.

A breath escaped through his nose as he replied, "Well, I guess that makes the two of us...kinda." He takes a final sip of his bourbon and signals. "Another round...and make that a double." The bartender nodded and pulls out two glasses from under the bar table, now half-filled with alcohol, the bartender place one glass in from of me and slid the other one in from of Leon. I raise the glass up with my thumb and index finger by the rim, inspecting its content. The backlight is shown through the transparent liquid and dispersed in all direction, it's pretty and hypnotic. Though, the effect of the drink itself isn't as pretty as you'd think.

"Glass half full or empty?" My question sounded more like a statement. Leon gave a little laugh to my expression. My cheeks slowly burned up into a pink hue as I relived those words inside my mind. How stupidly naive I must have sounded.

Leon took the hint of my embarrassment and also raised his glass. "I'm neither an optimist nor a pessimist. All I know is that this is a good bourbon. And sometimes, that's all that matters." He reached out with the drink in his hand. I stared at it for a good while, "I think we could both agree on that." I smiled to myself as I return the gesture. Our glasses emitted a small clink to our small celebration. Bottom of the glass now upturned and down goes the alcohol, the scorching feeling made my face scrunch up. The bourbon slowly making its way into my bloodstream as the room that surrounds me spin like a carousel.

Hours go by, the muttering of conversation comes and goes, I have no recollection of our exchange, yet some faint pieces of memories spark up in my head. Knowing that you were a stranger, I spilt all my secrets, my fears and weaknesses, but you just listened and nodded along. An emotion blooms inside me, a warmth, telling me that we are the same type of people, the way we understood each other. We are lonely and just wanna belong somewhere.

Every day, I look forward to the moment when the sun hangs low and the moon comes up to dance, almost every night, I wander back into the bar with a light flutter in my heart. Knowing full well that Leon would be there, in the exact same seating, a glass of bourbon to accompany him. I found my life with meaning once again, understanding that I am not alone. Our conversations found their way of chatting about my life, to his. The story of his life and the things he had done shaped the person he is now. Though I know he speaks truthfully, I can't help but notice the gaps in his biography that he decided not to fill in. Whether to think after everything he revealed would make me scared of him, or I would look at him in a pitiful way, but that did not matter. The Leon I met, he's nothing like how he described himself. In my eyes, he's a soft and gentle soul, who got a few humorous tricks up his sleeve.

Sometimes, I think I'm somewhat emotionally detached, even if the sky topples, my mental state will remain calm as the world crumbles around me. I wouldn't scream, nor would I cry, I'll just quietly accept this as my fate.

And fate's plan came crashing down on me in one swift motion. Not even a second too early or too late. My most traumatic and emotional experience, all happened in a small time frame of one sunny morning. When you live through a memorable moment in life, good or bad, they become forever etched into our brain. Just like a movie. But, that same scene plays over and over again, until you can't handle it anymore. The sight of your ex-boyfriend in bed with a woman that's not you. Her hair and eyes resemble your appearance, eyes gleaming in a dark hue with their soul still intact. But, you're not her. And she's not you. He didn't choose you.

The lookalike gripping her hands around his toned arm, trembling in fear of what might happen next. What I would do next. My vision holds not her, but the so-called of a man, whom I just realise is nothing but a coward. The air around the room is thick and heavy, no words were spoken, not even an explanation or an apology. Under the hint of light, silence can be heard, from his blank expression, I knew the answer. I left not because of a broken heart, but because I don't belong there anymore. And I'd be lying to myself if I say I wasn't sad. Deep down, you knew this was bound to happen. You knew this from the very beginning, the spark wasn't there. You just weren't ready to admit the facts because you are afraid. Afraid of being alone again.

Waves of emotions hit one after another. Exchanging between grief and relief, this emotional loop cycles on. The crystal glass in my hand mirrors my mental suffering. Once empty, then full again and empty once more. Now drowning in a pool of liquor, until I can no longer distinguish between night and day, I hope this cycle never ends.

"Isn't it a little too early to hit the bottle?" A familiar voice came into my earshot, "Well, if it isn't my new-found buddy, Leon! Come, drinks are on me!" The laughter in my throat refusing to cease, everything is now on autopilot. The room sways back and forth to the beat of the music, every bassline played made my head blurrier each time, the lights in the bar almost seem like someone crank the exposure to the highest level. He sighed and took a seat, seeing there's no other option. "Jesus...how many have you had?" His concert did not reach me as I just skimmed over his question. "Hmm...4? 5? I lost count...but who cares?! I'm here to have a good time!" I exclaimed, both fists pumped up in the air and chuckling idiotically to myself.

Leon's brows scrunch, a finger rubbing at his temple, the crease on his forehead gets deeper by the minute. His drink arrived but his focus was elsewhere, he would take one sip, then looks back at me, contemplating. "H-hey, aren't you supposed to...protect the city or s-something, Mr detective-man-or-whatever?" I hiccuped, with half my speech slurred. "I'm not a cop. I don't...can't protect people." He took another sip. "Isn't that...hic...what you've told me?" I pressed on, this isn't what I've intended to do. He exhaled, "It's complicated." A drunken smirk left my nose, the alcohol had intoxicated my system and left my mouth defenceless. "Is it really that complicated? Or do you just not want to tell me the truth?" Jesus! Shut up, me! I can see the rage boiled behind his darken eyes, his fists gripped and nails digging deep into his flesh. "You. Need to stop drinking."

The clock strikes midnight, but neither one of us had any intentions to sober up or face whatever reality has prepared for us. We laughed, argued and make flirtatious jokes to one another. The air between us shifted, hot but still intoxicated. Even so, my mind still lingers on the images that shattered my heart into a million pieces. I don't want this anymore. "Hey...what if I kiss you right n-now? How would you react?" I giggled. "Sure. I'd be glad to," he said, facetiously. "Pfff, come on! I'm serious!" another hiccup. "You're drunk and trying to take the piss out of me." I locked eyes with him, setting my next words in a serious manner. "Am I? Why don't you come and find out?" I slid my hand from his forearm down to the back of his hand, drawing circles with my index finger, tempting and testing his borderline. A small grunt caught in between his lips, gaze running up my skin and idly to my mouth, his fixed stare lingered what feels like an eternity until we meet eye to eye.

What happens next came to me like a blur. I took his hand and led him away from the bar. The place was too packed for anyone to know if we were gone by the next second. We stumble away through the crowds of drunks living on cloud nine, but our hands kept a grip tight on one another. I pushed on; wanting to feel something, anything, even just for tonight. The burning desire inside has reached its limit, but so was Leon's. He twirled me around and constrained my backside up against the bathroom door. His body leaned in close to mine, our faces just an inch apart. The feverish breath touched my neck, turning me on even more so. I can feel his hesitation as his lips close within range, just hovering close to yours. "Would it really kill you if we kiss?" my words were hushed, giving him the final push. And those were the few words to make him let go of his rationality. Before I could acknowledge my next thought, his hand slip under the back of my neck with a firm grip and our mouths collided in the heat of the moment. His kiss was strong and passionate, everything that I imagined it would be, my hips feeling every inch of his, teeth gently grazing my bottom lip as I parted them to deepen his taste. Heat radiates off his chest as our tongues now intertwined with the taste of bourbon and sweetness, Leon showed no signs of backing down as his hand squeeze my hip tighter. But we had to break our physical contact when the chatter grew louder from inside the bathroom. Our hearts still racing, panting breathlessly and aching to be together again, though both of us would rather avoid being caught in an awkward situation.

My body mindlessly took us further down the deserted corridor to a backdoor that leads to an alleyway, the door itself could easily be missed if not observed carefully. I extended a hand to push open the door but was abruptly interrupted by Leon's demanding kiss. Eager to be whole again, he hoisted me off the ground effortlessly, binding my leg around his slender waist. The faint sound of music could be heard from the interior of the building, imitating the beat of our hearts. My back is up against the rugged wall once more. His nails dug into my thigh as I whimpered at the pain but Leon's kiss grew more hungry and impatient, urging for something more. The heat between my legs burning white-hot for this man with absolute longing. As if he could read my thoughts out loud, his hand travelled up to the waistband of my jeans, a finger hooked underneath and running it across my waistline and stopping just before where the buttons clasp. His tease sends chills along my lower abdomen, I'm struggling to keep up my composure.

Leon's icy blue gaze pierced through me, signifying his needs. "Do it." With the sign of my approval, he ripped the jeans clean off my sweat-covered legs without a hitch. My bare limbs glistening in the moonlight, reflecting off the moisture with the gentle breeze caressing them. The heat on my face grew, knowing that my lower parts are only concealed with a thin layer of fabric that's half opaque. Leon smugly grinned at the sight presented to him, licking off the residue from our kiss, he lets me down delicately as my feet touch the sturdy ground. He shifted and on both his knees, positioning himself in between my legs, feeling nervous being fully exposed to him. I stifled a gasp as Leon steady my balance with hands on either side of my hips, his kisses trail down the torso, leaving marks all over my stomach, down to my v-line. His soft fingertips skim the hem of pants then he dipped his head low, the black, lacy underwear caught between his teeth, removing them until I'm left bare and vulnerable.

I can feel his eyes exploring every inch of uncovered skin, like a wolf with his hunting instinct. His mouth found its way to your folds. The next thing you know, a foreign feeling spreads open your lower organ, heat escaping from your core and drip down to your inner thigh. You squirm and twitch with every movement of his tongue, chest rapidly rising and falling with each breath taken, you know you are close to the edge. Your hands clench his hair gently as he continuous drive over your sweet spot, humming, until you unravel your senses upon him. Knees giving out as everything tingles from head to toe, Leon catches you in his arms as you recover your strength.

Cleaning you off with the tip of his tongue, he reclaims his posture to tower over you and returns lips onto yours. The passionate kiss filled with desire, you can taste your own thirst mixed with his own saliva. Sultry and sweet. Chest to chest, every curvature and dips of his toned muscles embrace my own, our heartbeats synchronised. His scent of cologne mixed with sweat gives me a sense of comfort. I can feel the outline of his bulge through the thick fabric. One hand placed on the small of my back, the other desperately uncuffs his belt and down to his pants, revealing his length. My eyes widen in awe at the size of his...thing. It's pressed up against my abdomen, from shaft to the tip, Leon seems to be satisfied with my reaction as his egotistic smirk painted across his face. I swallow, mentally preparing myself before any attempt on riding him. Holding the base of his cock, now positioned near your entrance, you draw a hand near it and gently massage it. As if it's fragile, my hand gave it a few pumps then guide his tip inside. All that foreplay made it much easier for him to enter.

His tip without any difficulty. "Breathe" his deep, husky voice whispers in my ear, then inch by inch, until he fills up all my crevices inside. He took a pause, letting me adjust to his size for a minute, then slid back out again. Without a word of warning, he thrusts his cock back in all the way to the hilt as I let out a lusty yelp. The electric shock sends my pelvic muscles twitching and tensing around his cock, the repetitive motion causes me to ache for him even more. My hips sway and grind along to the beat of his movement, harder and faster, making him let out a soft cuss. The twinge at the back of my mind resurfaced again, flashbacks of this morning's event, haunting my thoughts again. Standing in the same doorway, looking at him and her on the same bed, same stiffness in the air. But, I'm looking at me through her eyes now, situated in this dark alley. The fear crept in. I can't love him. I know better than this.

"Hey. Just focus on me." Leon's hands cupped my cheeks, radiating the warmth I know, calling me back to the light. His tongue has taken up my mouth once more, diverting my focus from my own broken mind to the love he's providing. But you shouldn't. Hips picking up the pace, every bump and vein hitting my sensitive spot as I cry out, calling his name out in ecstasy. Leon's breathing is getting heavier with every beat he thrusts, bringing me and him closer to coming undone. Hot liquid spilling out, filling you up to the bream, overflowing like my emotions. The feeling he provided which shifted something inside, a beacon of light into my own soul. He pulled out, the inner content spilling out slightly as we redress ourselves again.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw it. The pang of guilt hit him. Just like everyone else. My feet stumbled a few steps back, almost tripping myself up in shock. The tears behind my eyes threaten to fall out. I have to get out of here. I spin on my heels and made a run for it. This isn't how it is supposed to turn out. I know better. Knew. "Wait! At least let me take you home-" "No!" My feet kept on pushing me, yelling at me to keep going. Hot tears pour out inevitably, unlike tonight. It's all my fault. I naively believed that we were the same- wanting the same thing, am the same type of people. I was wrong. All I ever wanted was to stop being alone, but you chose this. You wanted to be alone. And I've made a mistake. "Wait, goddamnit." I stopped in my tracks, tears falling nonchalantly. I turned, leaving him with only a few words. "I'm sorry...but I fell in love with you tonight." But we both knew the answer.

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#this fic turning out to be sad and depressing was accidental #i was hoping to put more chara emotion into it but it kinda slipped #lemme know if you want me to put warning tags #its a smut fic #can you believe #leon x reader #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #resident evil #resident evil damnation #resident evil 6 #resident evil vendetta #re leon #im gonna slap this on ao3 too #gonna sit in my room and zone out for 5 minutes #⭐️.doc

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Worst engagement AU // on AO3

After the archery contest at Nightless City’s Conference, the young masters of the Great Sects have a chat

a note: the novel is kind of unclear who, exactly, took first place at that contest, and the wiki didn’t give me a firm order either, so I went for what seemed logical? I think the donghua had a different order, but I didn’t feel like checking that because I’m a very lazy person :D

When the winners of the archery contest are announced, Lan Xichen can't help a pang of disappointment at hearing that he only came second. At any other time he would have been quite proud of that achievement, especially since so many young masters of talent entered, and the rules were quite strict. If he hadn't taken Nie Huaisang's joke too seriously, he would be thrilled for his result.

Or perhaps not thrilled as such, knowing that he should actually have been third rather than second. Without that incident with Wei Wuxian making him lose his temper, Lan Wangji would have come first. Even like this he came fourth, after being forced to leave the competition midway. And that, of course, is the reason why Lan Xichen is now stuck before the stairs that lead to the platform where Wen Ruohan is meant to congratulate the winners of the contest, waiting for someone to find Lan Wangji and bring him there. To make it worse, the company is… less than ideal.

First, there is Wei Wuxian, who won first place. Lan Xichen has no personal issues with him, but it is getting a little distressing to realise how attached Lan Wangji has gotten, and how clueless Wei Wuxian himself is on that matter. And then, there is Jin Zixuan, who came third.

Lan Xichen knows that Jin Zixuan had sex with Nie Huaisang. Judging by how uncomfortable he seems and the way he refuses to look his way, it's likely Jin Zixuan knows that he knows. Being stuck with him is a nightmare, although Lan Xichen does his best to remain calm and keep smiling as if nothing is amiss. It helps, of course, that Wei Wuxian is such a chatterbox neither of the other two need to make conversation.

However much he chatters, Wei Wuxian is the first to spot Nie Huaisang coming to join them.

"Hello, Nie-xiong !" he greets the other boy. "Bringing news from Lan Zhan?"

"They're still looking for him and I was getting bored with my brother, so I figured I would come and chat. Congratulations on your victory, Wei-xiong!"

Having never bothered with modesty, Wei Wuxian grins brightly at the praise.

"Of course, most of the competition was barely worth mentioning," he boasts. "Us three, Lan Zhan and Jiang Cheng were the only ones with a chance."

"Wei-xiong, you're so shameless!" Nie Huaisang laughs, before turning toward Jin Zixuan. "Congratulations to you as well, Jin-xiong! You might be happy to hear that Jiang Wanyin is incredibly annoyed that you beat him!"

Jin Zixuan shrugs. "He's always annoyed anyway, it makes no difference to me."

Wei Wuxian scowls at that disdainful answer, but there's clearly no heat to Jin Zixuan's words. Even if they're not friends by a long shot, Jiang Cheng and him tolerate each other pretty well these days.

Having congratulated his friends, Nie Huaisang turns to his fiancé.

“Lan gongzi, I’m disappointed in you, only coming second!” he pouts. “Did you forget about our deal?”

Lan Xichen blushes.

"I told you Wei gongzi was strong competition."

Nie Huaisang smirks and opens a fan to hide behind.

"Lan gongzi, aren't you just looking for excuses?"

Intrigued, Wei Wuxian wraps an arm around Nie Huaisang’s shoulders, pulling him closer.

"A deal? What sort of a deal did you make with Lan gongzi?"

"It's a secret!" Nie Huaisang retorts in a singing voice, eyes shining with mischief as he glances at Lan Xichen. "Wei-xiong, you'll understand these things when you're older."

Wei Wuxian insists, complaining loudly at being left out. Next to them Jin Zixuan rolls his eyes in a manner that gives Lan Xichen the impression he must have guessed what sort of the deal they made. There's no trace of jealousy in Jin Zixuan's expression, nothing but a mild amusement at his friend's antics, as if he had no claims to Nie Huaisang’s special affections. Back when they had been studying in the Cloud Recesses, Lan Xichen hadn't known what to make of the situation since there had been a lot of tension between Jin Zixuan and Nie Huaisang after too much was revealed. Now though, seeing them like this, Lan Xichen finds some of his worry is melting away. Whatever happened between these two, it seems they're just good friends now.

"Lan gongzi, Wei-xiong is being mean!" Nie Huaisang complains, escaping Wei Wuxian’s grasp to come hide behind his fiancé. "You have to protect me!"

Lan Xichen chuckles at being used as a shield, especially when Wei Wuxian starts grumbling about it being unfair. Before Lan Xichen can ask for details though, someone comes to tell them that Lan Wangji refuses to join them, and so only the three of them will meet Wen Ruohan. That is a worrying development, as the Wens might well take it as a slight, but Lan Xichen dares not ask for a delay to try and convince his brother. Wen Ruohan is not reputed for his patience.

Standing before Wen Ruohan is a nerve wracking experience. Lan Xichen has seen him before from a distance, but never from this close. It's a shock how young he looks, nearly appearing the same age as Lan Xichen himself, but radiating power and authority in a way no boy of nineteen could. Although he congratulates the three boys for their victory, his words and attitude make it all too clear that they are not the ones he wanted to see win. It's likely Wen Chao will get a stern talking to for failing to uphold his sect's reputation.

When the little ceremony is over, all three boys go back down the stairs, far more subdued than when they went up. Even Wei Wuxian does joke around anymore, at least not until they reach the bottom of the stairs and find Nie Huaisang still waiting for them, now joined by Jiang Cheng.

With nothing more than a few exchanged looks, the five of them silently relocate to a quieter area of the celebration so they can talk in peace. Lan Xichen briefly hesitates to follow them at first, but Nie Huaisang grabs his arm and pulls him along without ever stopping the conversation he was having with Jiang Cheng.

"So, how did it go?" Nie Huaisang asks when they settle in a mostly deserter corner.

"As you must have heard, sect leader Wen was nothing but kind and congratulatory," Jin Zixuan sarcastically replies.

"If looks could kill, we'd all be dead," Wei Wuxian says at the same time. "He's so mad his idiotic son lost so badly, even when he cheated. But what were we supposed to do, pretend Wen Chao was better than us?"

"You could at least not have rubbed it in his face so much!" Jiang Cheng retorts. "Did you really need such a high score? You know how the Wens are these days."

Wei Wuxian shrugs and grins brightly.

"Jiang Cheng, I can't help it. If there's a competition, I have to be the best. Isn't it the whole point anyway? And if youre going to criticise me, then you'll have to say something to Lan gongzi as well, since we were nearly tied."

"What Lan gongzi does is his problem," Jiang Cheng snaps. "You are mine. Stop trying to get Yunmeng Jiang in trouble, Wei Wuxian!"

Nie Huaisang, still holding Lan Xichen's arm, tightens his grip.

"Do you really think they'll create problems over something like this?" he asks quietly. "I mean, it's just a contest between juniors, it's not that important, right?"

All five of them fall silent. If the Conference had been held by another sect, if another sect had had one of its heirs humiliated like that, the question wouldn't even be worth asking. But this is Qishan Wen, and they have turned on small sects over less than that in recent years.

"Lan gongzi, what do you think?" Nie Huaisang insists, pulling on his sleeve and looking up at him. "You're the one who knows these things best. Do you think they'd have good grounds to stir up troubles?"

The four other boys stare at Lan Xichen, clearly expecting him to comfort them about this tense situation. He sighs.

"On one hand, no, that's not serious ground to attack," he explains. "On the other, with their numbers and power, when they decide to make their move, they can use any flimsy excuse they like."

The other boys all look struck by that statement, as if they have never before considered that war could be started simply because one party wants it. Lan Xichen will have to tell his uncle to add more history to his lectures.

"That doesn't mean war will break tomorrow," he quickly adds. "If nothing else, Wen Ruohan will probably want both his sons to lead armies when it happens, and he is too clever to think Wen Chao is ready for that. I doubt anything will happen until he is of age."

If Lan Xichen is right, it will give them a few years to finish preparing. His marriage to Nie Huaisang will cement for good the alliance between Gusu Lan and Qinghe Nie. He has also started talking with Nie Mingjue about pushing for a sworn brotherhood between Nie Huaisang and Jiang Cheng, since they get along so well. That would give both their sects a strong link to Yunmeng Jiang, and since it is said Jin Guangshan is starting to have some regrets about how easily he broke his son's engagement… If they all play this right, the four great sects could present a unified front in just two or three years.

Hopefully, Wen Ruohan won't come to the same conclusion until it is too late.

Just then Jin Zixuan, who had seemed the least worried among them, grimaces.

"Just great, he found us."

He, in that case, means Jin Zixun who pushes his way into their little group, much to everyone's displeasure. Nie Huaisang in particular tenses, and opens his fan to better hide his discomfort.

"Zixuan, I've been looking for you everywhere!" he complains. "Can you believe I was eliminated so early on? The Wens rigged that contest, I tell you! Some of those targets weren't moving right!"

"I noticed nothing odd," Jin Zixuan coldly replies. "If they had cheated, don't you think the winners would have been different?"

Seeing he won't get any sympathy from his cousin, Jin Zixun appears chastised. It only lasts until his eyes fall on Nie Huaisang, making him smirk in a way Lan Xichen doesn't like in the least.

"Well there, hello Nie gongzi !" Jin Zixun says. "I had not realised you were here today, since I did not see you at the contest. Could it be you were eliminated too quickly?"

"I did not enter at all," Nie Huaisang retorts.

"Really ? How shameful for Qinghe Nie that it has a young master of the right age, and yet he's not competent enough to represent his own sect. Your brother must be so disappointed."

"Zixun, stop this!" Jin Zixuan protests, throwing an apologetic look at his friend. "Nie-xiong, don't listen, he's just…"

"No, he's right, I'm not much of an archer," Nie Huaisang admits with a smile that only Lan Xichen can see behind his fan. "But Jin Zixun, with how soon you were kicked out, are you really in a place to judge my skills?"

"The target moved!"

Nie Huaisang laughed, airy and elegant.

"Jin gongzi, I am a pitiful archer, but even I know that the targets are supposed to move. Are you really so unskilled that you had never trained with anything but static targets before?"

"Who are you calling unskilled, piglet?" Jin Zixun roars, trying to launch himself at Nie Huaisang only to be held back by his cousin.

Nie Huaisang doesn't even flinch, giving Lan Xichen a strong suspicion that he would probably delight in having a chance to throw hands with Jin Zixun. On the one hand, Lan Xichen would love to see that happen. On the other, a conference in Nightless City is sadly the worst place for something like this.

"Zixun, that's enough !" Jin Zixuan hisses. "Nie Huaisang is my friend, you can't say things like that! Huaisang, I'm sorry, I'll take care of this."

Nie Huaisang shrugs, as if to say nothing Jin Zixun does can affect him anyway. This only further enrages the other boy, who for some reason decides it would be a good idea to turn to Lan Xichen for help.

"Lan gongzi, that fiancé of yours must be controlled! If he doesn't learn his place, he'll make trouble for you when you marry him!"

Jin Zixun might be a pathetic archer and a walking diplomatic disaster, his nerves must be admired. Lan Xichen wouldn't dare be as bold even if he knew himself to be right in an argument. Still, he suppose that it's his own fault if Jin Zixun thinks that he might be convinced to side against his fiancé. It is another wrong to right.

"Jin gongzi, I thank you for your concern," Lan Xichen replies with a smile. "I have to say, I am actually quite proud of Nie gongzi for how controlled he is at the moment. After being attacked this way, many would have resorted to violence instead of simply stating facts."

The grin hidden behind Nie Huaisang’s fan gets a little larger, and he squeezes Lan Xichen's arm lightly.

"As if that piglet could take me!" Jin Zixun retorts.

"I'm sure he could," Lan Xichen says, tilting his head toward his fiancé. "What do you say, Huaisang? If we let you fight him, wouldn't you win?"

"Easily," Nie Huaisang replies without hesitation. "I'd just need Lan gongzi to hold my fan for me."

"It would be my pleasure."

Upon seeing this cooperation between them, Jin Zixun is momentarily silenced. Just as he starts to recover and struggles again against his cousin's hold, Jiang Cheng curses.

"The Wens are coming this way," he hisses. "Both brothers, shit."

In an instant, the previous argument is entirely forgotten. Jin Zixuan releases his cousin who obediently moves to his side as if nothing happened. They could almost pass for six friends having an amiable chat. It's difficult to say if the Wen brothers by their act of getting along or not. Perhaps it doesn't matter, as long as they are not too obviously having a fight.

"Congratulations on your victory," Wen Chao sneers when his brother and him reach the little group. "I suppose you gave everyone a decent enough show."

"We are honoured if Wen er-gongzi thinks so," Lan Xichen replies with his most polite smile.

"Hmf. Don't start getting too proud though," Wen Chao adds, looking specifically at Wei Wuxian. "In the end, luck always plays a role in these things."

"Then we'll only be as proud as our skills dictate we should be," Wei Wuxian retorts. "Like Wen er-gongzi is."

Wei Wuxian isn't a bad boy, but right then Lan Xichen has half a mind to murder him so he'll shut up. This boy's mouth is going to get him in trouble one day. It might even be today, if Lan Xichen cannot defuse the sudden spike in tension.

"Indeed, I heard Wen er-gongzi met some bad luck," Lan Xichen intervenes. "It's really too bad, I would have enjoyed a better chance to compete with Wen er-gongzi and to see his skill. I hope there will be other occasions in the future."

The undeserved praise helps calm Wen Chao's temper. For a brief moment Lan Xichen finds himself hoping that things will be left at that. A fool's hope when Wen Xu is right there and loves making trouble even more than his brother loves being complimented.

"Lan Xichen, always trying so hard to say the right thing," Wen Xu sneers. "I wonder what you'll do the day you find yourself in a situation where pleasant words aren't enough to save your skin?"

"I'll do what I have to," Lan Xichen politely replies. "But of course, such a day might never come. The world is at peace, and so words are all we need."

"Peace is a fleeting thing," Wen Xu retorts, his tone sending a chill down Lan Xichen's spine. "Enjoy today's victory. Who knows when you'll get another chance to celebrate."

His smile holds dangerous promises, as does his brother's. Lan Xichen suddenly finds himself wondering if they really have as much time as he hopes before war strikes. The Wens aren't yet as strong as they could become, but while the other sects' alliances aren't yet all secure they certainly have an advantage they won't have again in the future. If Wen Ruohan is any good as a tactician…

It is a worry for later. Having delivered their threats, the Wen brothers quickly excuse themselves to join the banquet that will start soon. Following their example, Jin Zixuan manages to drag his cousin away. Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian don't linger either, leaving to find Jiang Fengmian, though Wei Wuxian regains some goodwill from Lan Xichen by asking him to tell Lan Wangji he's really sorry for that incident during the contest.

Left alone with Nie Huaisang, Lan Xichen ponders a moment what to do.

"I suppose I should go look for Wangji," he sighs. "I don't know how upset he really is, but he's not above using that as an excuse to avoid the banquet and I don't think we can afford to slight the Wens like that today."

"No, I don't think so either," Nie Huaisang agrees, closing his fan. "And I should probably go back to my brother before he starts worrying. First, though… Lan gongzi, would you give me a moment of your time?"

"Gladly. How may I help you?"

Nie Huaisang grins and taps his closed fan against his chin as he glances around.

"Not here," he decides. "Let's go somewhere else, here won't do at all."

Lan Xichen's curiosity is piqued and he wants to ask again what this is about. He finds himself silenced when Nie Huaisang takes his hands to pull him away, threading their fingers together. It is enough to make Lan Xichen willingly follow his fiancé without protests as he looks for an appropriate spot. After a few minutes Nie Huaisang finds a place that seems to satisfy him, leading them back near the platform where Wen Ruohan met the victors of the archery contest. The place is deserted now that everyone is at the banquet, which is apparently just what Nie Huaisang needed.

"So, what did you want?" Lan Xichen asks, a little amused by the situation. "Or were you just tired of the crowd?"

Nie Huaisang grins at him, his cheeks flushed from more than just walking around, and squeezes his hand.

"Lan gongzi, I've reached a decision," he announces. "Although I'm very disappointed in you for not getting first place, I think second place isn't so bad either. In fact, I might even say it's good enough."

"Good enough for what?" Lan Xichen asks, not quite daring to hope.

Nie Huaisang laughs at his question. Rather than to answer, he throws his arms around Lan Xichen's neck and pulls him down to kiss him.

It happens so suddenly that Lan Xichen, at first, cannot even react. He had mostly convinced himself that Nie Huaisang had only been joking about that deal he offered, but that was just him underestimating once again his fiancé's capacity to surprise him.

Once he recovers a little from the shock, Lan Xichen quickly wraps his arms around Nie Huaisang’s waist, pulling him closer. It makes his fiancé smile against his mouth, though before long he is back to kissing Lan Xichen with renewed enthusiasm. On his part, Lan Xichen does little more than to mirror Nie Huaisang’s movements at first, fearful to take more than is offered.

Nie Huaisang holds no such fears, nibbling at his fiancé's lips before licking at them. Lan Xichen gasps at the sensation, and again when his fiancé takes that as a chance to lick into his mouth. The wet warmth of a tongue caressing his own sends a spike of pleasure through Lan Xichen’s body, making him pull Nie Huaisang closer still, until they are flushed together. It is everything Lan Xichen ever dreamed of and more. The longer they kiss, the more Lan Xichen feels as if he might combust from the heat rising within him. Even when they need to part for air, Nie Huaisang leaves him no respite, dropping small kisses alongside his cheek, his jaw, his neck.

Lan Xichen shivers and gasps when he feels teeth pressing against the delicate skin of his neck, his hands clenching into Nie Huaisang’s robes. Before that silent promise can be fulfilled though, voices erupt not far from where they stand. In a second, both boys suddenly remember where they are and quickly separate.

Thankfully, the voices don't come anyway closer. With the state they are in, it would be impossible to deny anything if they'd been found. Nie Huaisang’s robes are a mess after how much Lan Xichen clung and pulled on them, while his lips are red and shiny from kissing. In fact, seeing him like this, it takes all of Lan Xichen’s self control not to grab him and kiss him again.

Nie Huaisang, once he figures they're not in trouble, grins at Lan Xichen, looking unbearably proud of himself. He is radiant, and Lan Xichen finds himself falling in love all over again.

"How's that for a first kiss, Xichen?" Nie Huaisang teases. "I think this one should make for a much better memory than the other one, right?"

"It was nice," Lan Xichen stutters as something collapses inside his chest. Of course Nie Huaisang only kissed him for that reason. He feels foolish for forgetting it, however briefly.

"Only nice?" Nie Huaisang pouts, coming closer again to once more take his hand. "I'll have to do better next time then."

"Next time?"

Nie Huaisang nods and pulls on Lan Xichen's hand to lead him back toward the banquet.

"Yes, next time. Lan gongzi, those conferences are so boring aren't they? So let's make this one a little more fun if we can. I'm sure it won't be too hard to sneak out a few times since everyone will be so busy with politics!"

A little dazed at the idea that Nie Huaisang might be willing to kiss him again, Lan Xichen can only follow his fiancé. He really can't fathom what goes on in Nie Huaisang’s mind sometimes, but if it can get him more kisses like that one, he'll gladly let Nie Huaisang do as he pleases.

#xisang #worst engagement au #jau writes #the end of the calm before the storm ahah #now I need to go re-read all the indoctrination camp chapters to figure out how to deal with that stuff #we are getting near the end and I am so excited!!!!

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atths--twice · 4 years

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And now it’s time for their only visitor to see how they are doing and meet the baby.

The Ninth Month 6h/6

Chapter Eight

The Visitor

Scully gets an unexpected but most welcomed visitor.

October 31st- late afternoon

Scully was feeling a smidge more like an actual human. She had a shower and changed her gown again. She still ached and felt like a freight train had crashed into her lower half, but she was cleaner than she had been a couple of hours ago.

Faith had also had a bath. The day nurse, an older woman named Jill, had brought in a basin and helped them give her her first bath. Mulder had really been in charge of helping and Scully had taken some pictures with his phone. He had been so nervous and adorable, ill had already fallen in love with him, therefore he could do no wrong in her eyes.

He put Faith’s diaper on and put on a little onesie, extra careful and asking all kinds of questions. Jill had smiled and answered them all. She showed him how to swaddle the baby once she was dressed, then let him try on his own. When he got it right, he had grinned at Scully. She got another picture before Jill had helped her into the bathroom for her shower.

When she came out, Mulder was sitting on the couch with Faith. Her head resting on his chest, his hands resting on her head and her bottom, holding her securely. She could see his fingers slowly rubbing across her back, his eyes closed.

When he heard her shuffling around, he opened his eyes and smiled at her, his eyes so full of love. She got back in bed and laid down again, Jill making sure she was okay. Mulder got up and brought her the baby. He said he was going to go down to the cafeteria and get some coffee and a snack and he would be back in a few minutes. She nodded and he left the room.

She sat staring at the baby as she held her in her arms, marveling at the intricacy of her features. Her perfect eyebrows, her lips, the softness of her skin, the dark hair that seemed to have the smallest hint of red. She was perfect and so beautiful.

She moved in her sleep and her eyebrows went up, her face scrunched, and she wiggled her tiny body, before settling down again. Scully felt such happiness within her, it was like a drug coursing through her system. It had been worth it. All the pain and the worry, for this moment, and this person she was holding. She was so in love with her already.

The hospital room door opened slowly and she thought Mulder was back already. A pink balloon came through the door, then a shiny pink Mylar one saying “It’s a girl!,” and finally the person attached to the end of the strings. Skinner. Mulder must have called him.

She smiled at him and at the way he visibly relaxed, when he saw she was awake. He put the balloons in the chair by the bed and walked over to her.

He bent and kissed her cheek as he looked at the baby. Putting his hand on Scully’s shoulder, he lightly touched the baby’s head with the other. Scully watched him touch her, unable to tear her eyes away from the baby’s face.

“She’s perfect, Dana,” Skinner said in a whisper and Scully smiled. He stroked her small head and then stood up and back from the bed. Scully looked up at him and smiled.

“Would you like to hold her?” she asked him quietly.

She saw his moment of panic, but she nodded encouragingly at him as she started to shift around and move the baby. She waited until he put his hands out and then she passed her over. He cradled her head and pulled her in close. She smiled at the sight of him holding her second child. Skinner, the big tough man, losing his cool exterior when a baby was placed in his arms.

He kept his eyes on the baby before glancing at her with a smile. He moved the balloons and sat down on the edge of the chair. Scully moved around a little, seething when pain shot through her lower half.

Skinner looked over at her and she shook her head. She raised the head of the bed up a little to a more comfortable position. She smiled watching Skinner look at the baby. He smiled softly as he did, unaware that she was staring at him.

Tears filled her eyes at the beauty of the moment. The sweet way he held and murmured to her. He smiled at her and then looked back at Scully.

They smiled at each other and he sat back in the chair. He looked at the baby again and sighed.

“She is truly beautiful. I don’t know if this will sound good or bad, considering she’s a girl, but she looks a lot like Mulder,” Skinner said as he watched her sleep. Scully laughed and Skinner looked at her with a smile.

“Since I have always enjoyed looking at Mulder, I’ll take that as good news,” she said, still chuckling. Skinner nodded and smiled. He looked down at the baby again and then shook his head, rocking her a little.

“What’s her name?” he asked.

“Faith,” Scully said, watching his reaction to the name. “Faith Katherine Mulder.”

Skinner froze his small movements and looked at Scully. She saw that he understood the meaning behind the name, without her needing to say anything. He stared at her, his gaze falling to her necklace, then back to her face. He nodded and smiled, looking back at the baby and she closed her eyes.

Other hospital visits flashed through her memory. Her cancer, Mulder’s journey back from the dead, Mulder’s mother taken ill, both of them wounded countless times in duty. Skinner had made an appearance at nearly all of them.

The memory presenting itself most, was him arriving to tell her Mulder had disappeared. The way his voice had broken had broken her heart as well.

She had news of her own that day. He was the first and only person who knew her secret for awhile. It was fitting he was their first visitor and the first to hold the baby besides the two of them.

She heard him sniff and she opened her eyes. He was watching the baby, but she heard another sniff. He tried to keep his face hidden, but she saw a tear. Leave it to a small bundle of happiness to bring the strong men she knew in her life to tears. Barely one day old and she already held so much power.

“That’s a fine name. Fitting. It’s a good choice,” he said, keeping his eyes on the baby. “Hello, Faith. It’s nice to meet you.”

Scully’s eyes filled and spilled over hearing him speak to her and continue his murmurings to her. Faith woke up and stared at him. Her big blue eyes seemingly taking him in.

“Wow,” he said, looking over at Scully as she wiped at her eyes. He smiled slightly. “She definitely has your eyes. Mulder is in serious trouble.”

She laughed out a sob and Skinner smiled. He stood up and brought her back to Scully. Placing Faith in her arms, he stood up again. He watched her situate the baby better before he cleared his throat. Scully looked up at him and he stepped back from the bed. He started to pace around the room, not looking at her, his hands in his pockets.

“When I was younger, my dad was a tough man. He was older when I was born, in his late forties. He was hard to get to know and he kept us all at a distance. I had two younger brothers and we all were brought up to be tough, to fight for what we wanted, stand up for ourselves,” he said as he paced. Scully watched him unsure where this was headed.

“My father did not tolerate lying, cheating, or any type of behavior that would cast himself or his sons in a bad light. He wanted us to have strong moral character." He stopped pacing and seemed to be in thought. Scully waited, saying nothing.

“When I left for Vietnam, he told me he was proud of me for my decision, to fight for my country. After I had almost died, and I came home, it was the only time my father hugged me as an adult. Honestly, probably the only time ever, that I can remember anyway. It meant more than I ever expressed to him. I was an adult by age, had fought for my country, but I was still like a child, craving the approval of my father." He paused again and then shook his head.

“After I was married and began working at the bureau, I didn’t see my father much. Phone calls, some holidays, but not much. He died in 1990 and I went home for his funeral. My mother had passed a year before from a stroke. My brothers and I spent a week getting the house ready to sell. None of us had overly fond memories of it and we all had our own lives we were living. Dealing with a house was not something we wanted. On the second to last day, when most everything else was done, we went down into the basement, where my father had spent most of his time. It was a finished room we had played in as kids. We each took a corner and started cleaning out the junk. My brother called us over to where he had been cleaning, by my father’s desk. He had found a box of letters. Letters addressed to each of us that my father never sent. We sat down, each with our letters and began to read the words he wrote, but could never say. There were letters going back years, and his words were beautiful. We sat there, the three men he raised to be tough and strong, crying over words we never heard, but could read and see plain as day. I was thirty eight years old when I learned for the first time that my father loved me." He paused and looked at Scully.

She had tears running down her face. Faith had fallen back to sleep and Scully held her as she cried for the man who was almost like a father to her. To not know love the way she had from her own father, it broke her heart.

She cried for both Mulder and Skinner. Two men who had yearned for their father’s approval and love. Neither had received exactly what they needed, but they had become good men. Honest, hardworking, moral, trustworthy, kind men.

“I know that you and Mulder will do better than my parents did and that is a comfort to me. She will not wonder if you love her, if she has fallen short in any regard, or what she can do to gain your trust and care. She will know it when she looks at you, feels your hand upon her back, lays her head on your chest, or when the day comes and she slams her door in anger but then seeks you out and all is forgiven,” he said, his eyes never leaving hers. “She will know, Dana, because she will see how you and Mulder care for each other and your love will be her example.”

Scully was openly weeping. She dropped her head and looked at the baby in her arms. The one she loved before she was born and would now die for without question. She would know she was loved and lived in a loving household. She would hear it every day and know it by the actions she would see.

Skinner walked close to the bed and waited, handing her a tissue to blow her nose and wipe her eyes. She sniffed and blew her nose once more.

Skinner placed his hand lightly on her shoulder. She took a deep breath and looked up at him, giving him a small smile.

“Thank you for telling me about your family. And you’re right, she will know she is loved. She will know how we love her and each other,” Scully said, stroking Faith's cheek.

Skinner cleared his throat again and asked if he could put the baby in her small bed. She was curious as to why, but she agreed. She handed her over to him and he put her down gently. He turned back toward Scully and reached in his inside jacket pocket. He took something out and held it in his hand before he looked at her.

“When my mother died, after the funeral, my father went down into his basement. He didn’t stay upstairs with the other mourners. He didn’t really speak to any of us, just stayed downstairs. To some, it may have seemed he didn’t care or was not grieving “properly.” I knew my father. He was grieving, but in his own way. When we were packing up the house, we found a card from my mother to my father. She told him how much she loved him and that she was thankful for spending her life with him. This was inside the envelope." He handed Scully what he had in his hand.

It was a small cloth bag with a drawstring. She untied the bag, opened it, and dumped the contents into her hand. On a silver chain was a blue stone that shone brightly in the light. Scully looked at it and then at Skinner.

“My mother’s birthday was in October, that was her birthstone, and the only piece of jewelry she wore besides her wedding ring. I don’t remember ever seeing her without it my entire life. My father bought it for her a year after they were married and she said on many occasions that aside from her children, it was her favorite thing in the world. After she died, my father must have kept it. A way to hold onto a piece of her,” Skinner said quietly.

He smiled at Scully as she cried looking again at the necklace. It was beautiful, but she could not accept something so personal and important to Skinner. She looked at him and started to try to hand the necklace back to him. He stopped her hand and held it in both of his own. He smiled again.

“I said that the name Faith was fitting. Not just because of what it means to you and to Mulder, but because of a memory I recalled when you told me her name. A memory about the necklace,” Skinner said letting go of her hand.

“She lost it once, my mother. The chain broke and she didn’t feel it slip from her neck. She cried when she noticed it was gone. No way to know where it was or when it had fallen off of her. A week it was gone. She said repeatedly she knew she would find it. She had faith that she would. My brothers and I were playing in the backyard, when I noticed something shining in the grass. It was her necklace. It must have fallen when she was hanging laundry on the clothesline outside. I brought it in to her and she cried as she held it in her hands, before she hugged me. She said she never lost faith and her necklace had been found." Skinner smiled at her and pointed to the necklace. “I don’t have, nor plan to have children of my own. When I found out you were having another baby, I planned on giving that to you. But now that I know she’s a girl, and I’ve heard her name, knowing what it means to you and Mulder, I know my mother would want Faith to have her necklace.”

Scully cried as he finished speaking. She leaned toward him and raised her arms out to him. He leaned in and held her for a minute.

“Thank you, Skinner- Walter. This necklace is a beautiful gift and the story behind it was lovely. You are right, it is fitting. I will keep it safe for her until she’s older,” she said as she grasped his hand. She looked at the necklace again. The blue of the stone was beautiful. She gently put it back in the bag. “Could you please put this in the backpack over there?

The baby gave a short cry as she handed him the necklace bag. “And then, would you mind handing me my girl? She needs to eat, and she tends to get crabby if she doesn’t get what she wants when she asks for it. She’s like her mama in that regard.”

They both laughed and he did as she asked. He scooped the baby up and handed her to Scully. He kissed her cheek again and said he would see her soon, to get some rest, and take care of that girl. He touched the baby’s head again and headed toward the door.

“Dana,” he said, his hand on the door handle. “She truly is a miracle and you chose a good name.”

She smiled at him. He opened the door and left. She kept her eyes on the door until the baby began to cry. Scully pulled her gown aside and brought the baby to her breast. She latched on and begin to nurse.

She closed her eyes and reveled in the feel of the baby nursing. Gaining what she needed to thrive.

She finished nursing her and laid her on her shoulder to gently burp her. She leaned the bed back and held the baby to her chest. She rubbed her hand up and down her tiny back.

Sleep was pulling at her as she sat with the baby. The past day catching up to her. She turned on her side, adjusting her gown. She laid the baby on the bed, cradling her in her arms. She closed her eyes and kissed her little head.

“Faith,” Scully whispered. “You are a miracle, little one, and you are so loved. So very loved.” She took a deep breath and fell asleep.

That was how Mulder found them fifteen minutes later. He looked at the balloons, wondering who had been there. He did not dwell on it too long, his gaze landing on the two people in the bed. The two women in his life who meant the world to him. He kissed both of them on the head, pulled up the chair, and sat down.

He watched them sleep before he felt his own eyes growing heavy. He leaned his head back on the seat, closed his eyes, crossed his arms, and was asleep within minutes.

Jill walked in to check on them. She stopped and smiled at the sight of them all asleep. She took out her cell phone and took a picture, slowly backed out of the room, and closed the door behind her. They needed their rest. It had been a long day for everyone in the room.

She looked at the picture of them as she walked away and she smiled. This was one of her favorite parts of her job, snapping the “first picture,” the real one, not a posing and smiling one. The one that showed the truth about birth- the exhaustion, happiness, and love.

She sent the photo to the printer and waited for it to print. She liked to slip in the picture with the file, so it was there with their discharge papers. She looked at it again when it had printed. She smiled as she walked to the nurses station. She found their file and added it to it, putting it back and heading off to the next patient, her phone ready to capture the love she knew she would always find.

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Ahh, Skinner. I love our FBI dad so much. He’s such a good guy, and he loves our favorite agents. He will be a great “Uncle Walter” for the baby. : )

#The X Files #XF Fanfic #Post MSIV #Pregnancy #New Baby #New Family #Happy #Love #Visitor #Sharing the love #Memories #Kindness #Family Fluff

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eyes on you - sfw version

author’s note: hello! this is “eyes on you”, a version of my fic on ao3 that has the smut cut out. click here for the original, which also has the tags + summary

author’s note (continued): please note that this is a sequel to my longer work, a fortune i couldn’t foresee. but you don’t need to read it in order to understand this one shot!

we begin with this song. now onto the fic:

This was his moment. Kuroo closed his eyes, took a deep breath. It only took one phrase to spark a revolution, one song to set a nation’s heart on fire. And he was just the person to take on this challenge, delighting in the water droplets as they cascaded over his bare body. Taking in one more deep breath, he belted out:

“I love you, baaaaaby, and if it's quite alright

I need you, baaaaaby, to warm the lonely niiiiight~”

For the world to hear. Well--for Kenma to hear his terrible singing through the noises of the shower running in their shared apartment. He was just getting into the nonexistent music, singing excruciatingly slowly while he lathered his hair into a mohawk, before he stopped.

Why hadn’t Kenma banged on the door for him to shut the fuck up yet? Between the awful singing and the cheesy lyrics, he’d expected his boyfriend to have a complaint by now.

Rinsing off the remaining suds, Kuroo hummed the rest of the song to himself. He still couldn’t believe that he and Kenma were dating. All those years he’d been in love with his best friend, and it turns out it’d been mutual the whole time? He shook his head, muttering “what the fuck” to himself. But he couldn’t bring himself to be too mad about it, because they were together now. And as was his right as both boyfriend and best friend, he was going to annoy the fuck out of Kenma.

He slung a towel over his waist, not even bothering to dry off the drops of water that ran down his chest. He had far more important things to worry about, like bursting into Kenma’s room without knocking.

“What are you up to?”

Kenma sat in his desk chair with his back turned to the door. Kuroo didn’t need to admire him in secret anymore, but it was habit. Some part of his chest fluttered at the sight of his boyfriend so focused on his computer screen, ears covered by headphones and hair piled into a neat bun.

“I’m streaming,” Kenma said, occupied by some fantasy world on his monitor.

“What are you playing?” Kuroo stepped into his personal space, leaning forward and dripping water onto the keyboard.

“Oh my god.”

It was the utter disbelief in his voice that made Kuroo look up, to see wide honey-brown eyes. “What?”

“You’re half-naked and my camera is on.” He gestured to the stream of comments running across the screen. Kuroo caught a “WHO IS THAT” and plenty of tongue and water emojis.

“Oh.” He’d already forgotten he was in a towel. “Well--” He hadn’t signed up to perform for such a wide audience today, but he was going to deliver. “I gotta give the people what they want...Check out these guns.” He posed, flexing his biceps and making kissy faces at the camera.

“Get out,” Kenma pushed him out of the camera’s range. “You’re going to get me banned for pornography.”

He threw his head back into a hyena laugh, making his way towards the door. He was giddy, having achieved his goal of annoying Kenma for the day.

On his way out, he heard his boyfriend speaking into the mic: “The chat is being too much today. That’s just my roommate.”

Kuroo clicked the door closed. Right. Just his roommate.

When he sat at his desk later, trying to study, he knew that Kenma hadn’t meant it that way. They were boyfriends, and they were out as a couple to practically everyone they knew (Bokuto and Hinata had been particularly happy to find out, insisting on double dates that Kuroo agreed to and Kenma was horrified by). But Kenma was a Youtuber and hadn’t yet told his audience, for a number of reasons.

One was for their privacy. As Kenma had explained, “If my fanbase finds out I’m dating someone, they’ll have a lot of opinions about it. And that’s not something I want to deal with until I have to.”

And Kuroo understood that. But there was one reason that he wasn’t exactly comfortable with.

“Plus,” Kenma had said on that cold night when they were both sitting on their hard lump of a couch, “Yuuji and I have this whole thing going on right now. He’s been desperately single for a while and the fact that it looks like we might be dating is helping his views, and mine.”

Now, Kuroo chewed the end of his pen. He and Kenma hadn’t even been together that long, but he felt like he was already putting on a suit for the funeral of their honeymoon phase. When they had finally gotten together, the world didn’t stop for them--Kuroo had to pay attention to his exams, and Kenma had to pay attention to his Youtube career.

So much attention to his Youtube career. If he wasn’t recording a video, then he was editing another video, or streaming. At least Kuroo got to tag along when Kenma vlogged something, though he’d only be there to help with the camera.

But there was one thing he felt good about: they were going to have a Movie Night, a semiregular tradition that neither of them ever skipped. They’d take turns picking bad movies and Kenma would order some food, and Kuroo would cook something healthy in an attempt to balance it out. Last time, Kenma had chosen a film about a murderous car tire and this week, Kuroo planned to outdo him with a 2002 3D animated Christmas movie that was sure to be a heap of hilarious garbage.

Once he’d finally finished balancing the last of the chemical equations, Kuroo found himself in the kitchen, preparing cauliflower. It was a methodical process; washing, chopping, baking (even though their oven kind of sucked and raised the temperature of the entire apartment). He was in the middle of it when Kenma shuffled out of his room.

“Are you cooking?” He tilted his head, sniffing the air.

“Yeah, I found this dope recipe. It’s gonna be so awesome, you’re gonna have to like vegetables.”

“Right,” Kenma snorted. “Listen, I have to skip the movie tonight. I’m gonna hop on Yuuji’s stream and it’s gonna take a while.”

“Oh,” Kuroo said in a voice that he hoped covered the sound of his heart dropping to the bottom of his chest. “Okay.”

“Don’t you have homework to finish anyway?”

“Yeah.” He watched Kenma pluck an apple off the counter and disappear into his room.

Kuroo was left alone with the cauliflower. He lifted the bowl towards his face, staring at the zombie broccoli. “You still like me, right?”

It didn’t answer. He would have been worried if it did.

He continued cooking in silence. One missed movie night wasn’t a big deal, right? They could watch movies any time.

Or that’s what he told himself as laughter echoed from Kenma’s room.

≡

Kuroo thought that he could shake off these negative feelings, but they stuck to him like a wet paper towel.

He’d never been the jealous type in relationships. When his middle school girlfriend confessed that she liked another boy, he let her go with no hard feelings. With all his one night stands, he’d never felt possessive. If anything, he preferred to leave before he or his partner could marinate too much in their shame. But then again, when he’d been with all of those people, his heart had stayed behind in Kenma’s hands.

The word “jealous” left a rotten flavor in his mouth, but he couldn’t deny that was how he felt. When he went back into his room, pulling his laptop towards his face way too close like a preteen looking up boobs, he started researching this Yuuji that Kenma was spending so much time with. The Wikipedia page popped up on Google:

Full name: Yuuji Terushima

Occupation: Youtuber

Alias: PartyHair

Sliding in earbuds, Kuroo clicked around his channel. Immediately, his latest video began to autoplay.

“Welcome back, everyone! It’s your boy Yuuji…”

Kuroo frowned. This guy was fucking smokin’. A chiseled face, perfectly styled bleached hair, and was that a fucking tongue piercing?

He groaned. It was a secret wish of his to get blown by a guy with a tongue piercing. What if it was Kenma’s too?

A voice in his head told him he was being a total dumbass right now. And obviously, he didn’t think that Kenma would ever cheat on him--or actually leave him--based on who around him happened to be hot and have piercings. But Kuroo was still fucking mad about it.

After watching over an hour’s worth of PartyHair’s videos, Kuroo had brewed himself a fat pot of Old Man Grumpiness, complete with a dash of edge and a sprinkle of angst. One that he was still letting simmer when Kenma peeked into his room later.

“Good night.”

“Night,” Kuroo borderline growled, curling up under his blanket.

Kenma quirked an eyebrow in response. “I think you need to sleep.”

Sending incoherent mutters in response, he heard Kenma quietly click the door closed.

Kuroo would be damned if he waited his whole life to get this boy’s attention, only to lose it in a matter of weeks.

But he was still being a little bitch the next day, as Bokuto noted when they got lunch together.

“I’m not being a little bitch,” Kuroo crossed his arms, watching with annoyance as Bokuto scarfed down a burrito. “I’m just--I’m just pissed that he’s spending so much time with some other dude, y’know? We’ve only been dating a few weeks. Shouldn’t our hands always be in each other’s pants?”

Bokuto nearly choked, letting out a boisterous laugh. “Why the fuck would you assume that?”

“I don’t know!”

He shook his head. “Dude, if it really bothers you that much, why don’t you just talk to Kenma about it?”

“Because I don’t want him to think I’m some kind of possessive creep.” He leaned his cheek on his hand dejectedly.

“But you are some kind of pos-”

“Thanks, Bo, I get it.” He stared down at his untouched food.

“Look,” Bokuto gave his shoulder a reassuring squeeze, “relationships are about communication, right? I always tell Akaashi what’s on my mind.”

“Yeah, I know.” Kuroo had heard plenty of times, from Akaashi himself, how it could be a little overwhelming to hear every passing thought about is it possible for two people on opposite ends of the universe to experience sunrise and sunset at the same time? And sometimes it was things like what do you think dirt actually tastes like?

“Me and Kenma don’t really work that way.”

Bokuto grinned knowingly. “Kuroo, which of us has been in a successful long-term relationship?”

He groaned, knowing exactly where this was going. “You.”

“And which of us was miserable until he listened to my genius advice to confess to Kenma?”

“Me…”

“Exactly,” Bokuto shot off some finger guns, before stealing some food off of his plate. “So maybe listen to the love expert this time around.”

He hated the fact that Bokuto was right, that he actually knew more about these things than Kuroo. But he didn’t need the reminder to know that Bo was an expert in loving people, was just natural at being adored and loved by everyone in the room. Kuroo, on the other hand, was not that kind of person. He was a little shit--and glad to be. But he didn’t want to only be a little shit to Kenma. He wanted to be a very nice shit, that smelled like roses. That you might want to cuddle with during a cold night. Okay, he was bad at metaphors.

♠

Kenma slid a hand over his face. “There’s more?”

He’d found himself having a peculiar problem ever since Kuroo had wandered into his room with a towel on. The entire internet was thirsting over his boyfriend.

The chat was spammed with comments, and within a few minutes, his Twitter was flooded with screenshots of Kuroo’s abs.

ana_the_beara: who the f**k is this hottie?! @ kodzuken

kr1kit: @ kodzuken says that’s just his roommate…

chanchan28: oh my god they were roommates

Kuroo had wandered into his room for all of one minute and now he had to deal with hundreds of thirst tweets, questions about his dating life, and speculations about Mr. Wet Abs’ identity. It was all a bit much for him to handle. (Though he did have to give credit to the people who made memes and edits during the stream, seemingly seconds after the whole thing even happened.)

He had a ton of damage control to do, especially considering how he and Yuuji were supposed to be dropping hints that they were together. He hoped that the other Youtuber wouldn’t be mad about it.

“That’s actually so funny,” Yuuji laughed on their phone call, scrolling through the memes. “But it could be a big help! It’ll, like, make more noise, y’know? Get people talking, which will get us more views.”

So that was one thing he didn’t have to worry about. But this whole “possibly-dating-other-online-people” business was starting to feel like more trouble than it was worth, as much as he liked hanging out with Yuuji.

How long did this have to go on for anyway? He’d much rather spend time with Kuroo. Speaking of Kuroo…

Maybe he could go for a movie tonight. So what if his homework was a day late?

♠

Kuroo was on the couch with his laptop, in the middle of solving equations that he should have done earlier, when Kenma walked into the living room.

“Hey, I have some free time. Want to watch a movie?” He settled in beside Kuroo, criss-crossing his legs.

He glanced at Kenma, before returning his gaze to his laptop. “I have work to do.” Shit, that’d sounded too sharp. Now Kenma was looking at him with furrowed brows. “It’s...homework.” He added awkwardly, as though that explained his terrible mood.

“Are you okay?” Came the inevitable question, gentle as it always was, laced with concern.

‘I’m fine,’ was what he’d wanted to say. That was not what came out.

“Oh so you want to hang out with me just because your schedule cleared up?”

He got a look of bewilderment in return, and looked away, his skin heating with embarrassment and anger.

A hand reached over and Kenma slowly closed his laptop, looking at him directly. He couldn’t bring his eyes to meet that catlike gaze.

“Are you saying that I don’t make time for you?”

There was the question. The confrontation.

“Well, you don’t.” As he said it, he felt like a petulant child, throwing a fit over nothing. But he couldn’t stop himself.

“Kuro, we’re both in a busy time right now. You know that.” His voice was measured despite the irritation that colored it.

He turned now, arms crossed and eyes glaring. “Why don’t you go hang out with Yuuji?” He spat the name.

Kenma blinked. Processed. “...You’re not seriously jealous of Yuuji?” Halfway between a question and a statement.

His shoulders scrunched as he sunk into the couch, silent.

♠

“Oh my god. Is that why you've been acting so weird lately?” He took Kuroo’s silence as an invitation to invade his space, gently pushing away the laptop and scooting even closer.

“You’ve been spending so much time with him! And half your followers think you’re fucking.”

“What does it matter if they think that when I’m fucking you?”

Kuroo huffed, turning his head away again.

“Kuroo, what does it matter when you’re the only person I masturbate to?”

He whipped his head back immediately, overcome by a blush that had already infected not only his cheeks, but also Kenma’s.

“I’m the only person you masturbate to?”

Now it was Kenma’s turn to look away. “I--I’ve been into you since forever. You already know that.”

He grinned. “But this is another level, kitty cat.”

Kenma groaned in frustration, his tied-back hair unable to cover the embarrassment on his face. “I’m out of here.”

“Kenma,” Kuroo said, in both shock and amusement at his boyfriend’s reaction. He didn’t have time to say anything else before Kenma was off the couch, out the room--

“Hey!” He scrambled to his feet, following after him. Kenma was fast, but not fast enough. Kuroo caught his hand in the hallway. He was anticipating a struggle, but didn’t receive one--Kenma’s face was turned away, but their hands were nonetheless linked together.

He led his embarrassed boyfriend into the room where this whole mess started, walking past the gaming setup and settling on Kenma’s bed. He sat among the pillows, but the bed’s owner settled in the farthest corner towards the wall, pressing his hands to his cheeks as though to absorb the redness.

“I masturbate to you, too.”

The confession relaxed Kenma’s shoulders, but his voice still came out quietly, “I always wondered--” He interrupted himself, shook his head. “Sometimes, I...I heard you doing it.”

Kuroo raised his eyebrows. “Me masturbating?” The answer to his question came in the form of sheepish nods. “...Did you like what you heard?”

“I--yeah, idiot!”

♠

A pillow landed on Kuroo’s face, earning his laughter. A devilish smile grew on his face. “Well, if you liked that song, I can give you a concert.” He was already shrugging out of his shirt. “You’ve got the best seat in the house.”

Maybe Terushima had a sexy piercing and some of Kenma’s time, but only Kuroo had the honor of gracing his boyfriend’s fantasies. And he was going to prove just how grateful he was.

“Did you see the news articles about your little display in my room?”

Kuroo snorted as he settled back, getting comfortable. “Did I make you jealous?”

“No,” he answered too quickly, crossing his arms. “Idiot.”

He let out his dorky hyena laugh, which, to Kenma, somehow sounded sexy. Before he could say anything else, Kuroo put on an enticing, yet filthy show for him to watch, which he may have participated in. Which may have involved a fantasy of a steamy shower in a lake house that they’d visited as kids.

When the show was over, they both settled back against the pillows breathlessly.

“Kuroo,” He began with a quirked brow, “if you were thinking of shower sex, then why set it in the cabin?”

He felt Kuroo’s chest shake as he laughed. “You’re finding plot holes in my masturbation fantasies?”

“Well, yeah.”

“It’s because...it’s scenic.”

Kenma scoffed at the obvious lie. “Come on, you’re clearly in a sharing mood today.”

“All right,” Kuroo sighed, looking up at the ceiling. “It’s because that summer...when we first visited that cabin...it’s when I first realized I love you.”

His heart skipped a beat. “It was?” Suddenly he racked his brain, trying to remember anything special that happened, any sign that Kuroo’s feelings towards him had changed. But there was nothing. They’d acted like dumb kids during that week away, just like they had every week before that.

“Yeah.” Kuroo smiled. Not that devilish grin of his, but one that was more honest, that spread over his face easily. “It was actually because of your mom.”

“What? Stop joking--”

“It’s not a joke!” He laughed, meeting Kenma’s eyes. “It really was because of her. I wanted to go to the deeper part of the lake without any adult supervision, and she wasn’t having it. It went something like…”

“I want to go in the lake.” Insisted young Kuroo, pointing to the opposite shore. “Me and Kenma wanna see the fish.”

“No, Tetsurou.” Mrs. Kozume tutted. “What if something happens while you’re over there and we can’t help you?”

“But I can swim! I won’t drown.”

She put her hands on her hips. “What if Kenma drowns? Will you be happy if I die from a heart attack?”

“But I didn’t even hear what she was saying,” he chuckled. “Me drowning was one thing, but putting you in danger...that was something I could never risk.”

Kenma had no idea how Kuroo could do it--could make him fall in love more and more.

“I thought about it a lot. But I decided that if someone else drowned--this is gonna sound horrible,” He shook his head, smiling. “If someone else drowned, I wouldn’t be nearly as upset. Except maybe my dad, but. The point is, I cared about you more than anyone else. Your mom must have been happy because I dropped the idea of going that deep into the lake.”

“Can we stop talking about my mom?”

Kuroo broke into another laugh. “Fine, fine. There were a few times at the lake that I thought about kissing you, but I chickened out each time...I really wish you’d been my first kiss.”

Kenma felt his chest expand. He knew how much Kuroo regretted fooling around with other people before they’d started dating. “...You don’t remember, do you?”

He received a curious head tilt in response. “Remember what?”

♠

“My eleventh birthday.”

“Wha--” Kuroo broke off his own question in confusion. “I remember your eleventh birthday. It was a few months after we visited the lake. Didn’t we have a sleepover?”

Kenma nodded. “We did. But that’s not what I mean.”

“Enlighten me.”

“All right. But give me the blanket first. I’m cold.”

“Even while resting in my loving arms?” Kuroo sighed dramatically, before pulling the blanket up over them. “There. Now tell me.”

“Okay,” Kenma tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, looking at a spot on the wall. “My mom bought me that cake. Do you remember? The one with the hedgehog on it.”

“Right. Because you liked Sonic, but you wanted him to look like a real hedgehog.”

“Yeah,” He nodded. “And she only told us to eat one piece so we wouldn’t get hyper. But then she went to sleep and we ate mochi instead?”

“Because it’d take longer for her to notice it was gone.” Kuroo grinned.

“You got this bit of chocolate on your nose. And you were laughing about something--I don’t know what it was, but it felt like a light inside of me switched on.”

“Your gay awakening?”

He snorted. “Basically. But that wasn’t what I wanted to tell you.”

“What, Kenma?” Kuroo whined. “You’re leaving me in suspense here.”

Kenma ignored him. “Do you also remember how you said you wanted to stay up all night long? And then you fell asleep at 11:30.”

“Well we were playing volleyball all day!”

He chuckled. “Well...before you fell asleep, we were talking. You asked me if there were any girls I liked.”

Kuroo’s eyebrows rose upwards. “And what did you say?”

“Anyway, Kuroo...have you ever kissed anyone?” Newly-eleven-year-old Kenma asked as Kuroo yawned.

“Me? No.” He shook his head sleepily.

Kenma turned over to his side, looking at Kuroo intently. Kuroo, with his messy hair covering half his face and his arms tucked behind his head, stared comfortably at the ceiling.

“Is there anyone you want to kiss?” Kenma asked, his heart beating faster.

“Mm, I dunno.” Kuroo turned over to face him. “I’d need practice.”

“We could practice.” He said before he could think better of the words, his pulse in his ears. He started to think of something to say, to cover it up--

“Mhm.”

Kenma’s breath stopped in his lungs. He scrunched up his face, gathered up the courage, and planted a peck right on Kuroo’s mouth. The world tilted, forever changed.

“...Kuroo?”

The only reply he got was a loud snore.

“No way.” Kuroo burst into laughter, much to Kenma’s annoyance. “I was asleep?!”

“You were, you ass.” Kenma rolled his eyes. “It was so embarrassing.”

“I guess that’s why you never mentioned it, huh.” Kuroo said, pulling Kenma’s hair free from its ponytail to run his fingers through it. He supposed that he was forgiven for the actions of his twelve-year-old self when Kenma hummed contentedly and leaned into his touch. “Actually,” he said with a small smile, “I’m kinda happy that happened. Because it means we were each other’s first kiss.”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“And you’re gonna be my last kiss, too.”

“...Kuroo?” Kenma gave him that cute, furrowed-brow look.

“When we’re all old and wrinkly, you’ll still be the only person I wanna kiss.”

Kenma scoffed, turning over. “What a dork.” But there was no hiding the pink that had bloomed on his cheeks.

≡

“So,” Kenma said to his camera, leaning back in his gaming chair. “Next question: what is Kodzuken’s sexuality? Ah, I might need some help with this one.” He picked up his phone, dialing a number before putting it to his ear. “Can you come in here? I need you for a minute.”

A moment later, his door opened. “You called, kitty cat?”

“I told you to stop calling me that.” Kenma scoffed. “Anyway, come here. I need to tell my viewers what my sexuality is.” He gestured to the camera.

Kuroo squatted beside his chair, rubbing his chin in thought. “Ah, Kodzuken’s sexuality...well, it doesn’t matter, does it? Because he's mine.”

He suppressed a chuckle, but a smile still leaked from his lips. “Thanks for clearing that up.”

“No problem.” He stood, pressing a kiss to Kenma’s cheek. “Don’t be too long, okay? I’m making dinner.”

“Okay.”

Upon hearing the door click closed, he turned back to the camera. “Well, this answers the next question: who is Mr. Wet Abs?” Kenma waved his hands, knowing he’d later edit in pictures of them together. “He’s not just my roommate. He’s my boyfriend.”

And whatever he’d have to deal with--however many questions, comments, or gaudy headlines--it was worth it.

Ending notes: a million thanks to both my good friend ana and the lovely lauren for beta-ing this fic for me <3 and thank YOU for reading! please feel free to let me know what you think :D

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asphalt-cocktail · 4 years

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For the Sake of Content- Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Pseudonym: Sugar

Summary: After walking in on your long-term boyfriend, Harrison, cheating on you and then losing your job the following day; your find yourself broke, jobless, and single for the first time in a long while. In order to make ends meet, your best friend since college, Freddie, suggests you start soliciting explicit photos of yourself, not only to help boost your confidence but to help pay the rent for his band mate’s apartment you just moved into.

A/N: Hello my lovelies! I’m so happy with the reception I've gotten with my fic! I’m really excited with what I have written out so far and I’m really happy seeing everyone enjoying what I have written, i have big plans for this little cutie. Not a lot is going to happen during these first few chapters other than establishing the foundation because it is a slow burn, but don’t worry, once we get there it’ll be like a fucking avalanche of chaos. My tag list is open, so if you are interested feel free to send me an ask! I will be reblogging with my taglist and links to the previous chapter, so please be patient with me!

Pairing: Roger Taylor x F!Reader

Warnings: Language, mentions of sex work, masturbation, some friendly banter between roger and reader, not proof read, short chapter but don’t worry it gets better.

Word Count: 1.7k

18+ if you are a minor do NOT interact with this post. This is fictitious content and I own nothing.

It was your first night living with Roger and you were secretly thankful he was busy with a gig which allowed you to unpack your things in peace. He made it very clear that you were to stick your side of the apartment, i.e. your room, and not ruin the ‘aesthetic’ he had worked so hard for his apartment to have. It disappointed you to say the least, considering your only qualm with the apartment was the hideous wood paneling that made up the walls of the living room. It looked like a scene straight out of a 1970s porno.

The later it got the more you progressed in unpacking what little boxes you had and the closer it got to Roger coming home. You finished with what you decided would be the last box of the night and now laid in your bed, door closed, your colored LED lights dimly lighting your room a deep red color.

Your frowned going through your emails and reading rejection letter after rejection letter from the jobs you had applied for. You were thankful you were quite the penny pincher and were able to survive to for at least a month, but the dread still loomed over you like a dark cloud.

Your mind drifted to Freddie’s suggestion from earlier that week, “Try camming, love, it’s all the rage right now!” his loud voice echoed in your mind until you finally caved and grabbed your phone typing in your search engine how to be a camgirl.

Several articles popped up;

How to Become a Cam Girl

TIPS FOR BECOMING A CAM GIRL & HOW I DID IT

Camming on a Limited Budget?

You sighed, your eyes felt strained from reading article after article. You’d seen several reoccurring websites, the two most popular being Twitter, Snapchat, and some live stream sight called WatchMe. Skepticism filled your brain, why would people be so into buying nudes from people or watching them masturbate on camera when they could do it for free on some porn site?

The sense of intimacy that one got, anonymity, and personal interactions with some who was literally paid to be nice to you over ruled the financial aspect.

The financial aspect also caused you to throw what little shame you had left out the window and soon you found yourself impulsively signing up for all three sights starting first with WatchMe. You pursed your lips when you found yourself being prompted to enter your name, what the hell would you put? You certainly couldn’t put your real name, could you? No, you couldn’t. You found yourself smiling while entering Sugar into the name space.

The application process was surprisingly long and bureaucratic, but it was probably good they had you submit a picture of your license twice, once just on its own, and once next to your face just to confirm you were of legal age. The only downside was that it would be a three day wait for the information to be processed.

You scrolled through your imaged looking for some pictures or videos to put on your premium snapchat, but much to your dismay you found that you had a few vanilla nudes taken ages ago back when your and Harrison’s relationship was still young and romantic, but not much else. You reluctantly got out of bed and rummaged through your underwear drawer, picking through your cotton granny panties you wore when your period made you bloated and finally found a black lacy pair of panties that had a matching black lacy balconette bra that pushed your breasts together giving you the perfect amount of cleavage.

You put it on and stood in front of your full-length mirror, it had been ages since you’d last put on lingerie. It felt nice to put it on for yourself and not for someone else; you twisted in the mirror, observing how the lace delicately cupped your cheeks and hugged your hips perfectly. You chewed on your bottom lip and posed, kneeling in front of the mirror, your legs spread and your back arched to give your chest a little extra pop while you positioned your phone over your face and clicked a few pictures.

The red lighting in your room caused a complimentary glow against your skin, showering you in red light and somehow making your images look more erotic. You smiled a bit to yourself, you looked hot!

Our relationship is boring

The word hammered against your mind, causing you to frown and your brows to knit together in frustration.

You were NOT boring, did boring people take pictures of themselves to sell to other people? No.

You found yourself getting hot with frustration and strangely enough, arousal. You didn’t know if it was from how you were dressed working in tandem with the lighting or if it was your pent-up frustration from not having a proper orgasm in so long, but you soon found your hand traveling south while you remained kneeling in front of the mirror. Before you began you carefully positioned your phone, just enough to keep your face out of the picture and rubbed your thighs, leaving teasing touches around the band of your panties.

Your chest heaved with anticipation, you didn’t know why but the fact that you were being videotaped added a feeling of naughtiness to your actions. You gave your slit a teasing rub, your hips twitching at the sudden pressure before your fingers harshly rubbed yourself. The rough fabric of the lace adding an additional tingle to the pleasure that shot through you. You moaned, leaning back ever so slightly to angle yourself and rubbed yourself through your panties, strumming harshly at your clit.

“Ah, fuck.” You whined, reaching up with your free hand and kneading your breasts, pulling your bra down and allowing them to freely spill over. Your nipples reacted to the cold air and hardened almost immediately. You pinched and twisted at them while your fingers began to move faster and faster against your wet core before you decided you needed to fully touch yourself.

You stripped off your panties and spread yourself for the camera, allowing your glistening cunt to be on full display. You slipped your fingers between your folds and began to rub harsh circled around your clit, rolling your hips along with your motions and allowing unfiltered moans to fall from your lips. Roger wouldn’t be home for another few hours, but for some reason the idea that you may get caught enhanced the arousal you felt.

You dipped two fingers into your tight hole, letting out a high-pitched sigh and now feeling contently full. You pumped them in and out of your tight cunt, the slick sounds squelching as you pumped them in and out rapidly. Your stomach clenched when you brushed against that spot inside you and a knot in your tummy began to tighten, getting tighter and tighter each time you thrust your fingers into you. You used the heel of your hand to rub harshly against your clit, the slickness guiding you with ease “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” You whimpered out, rolling your hips against your hands.

The tightening knot in your stomach snapped and your body jerked while a wave of pleasure washed over you.

After you recovered, you sat up, did you just masturbate in front of a camera? You couldn’t help the smile that crept onto your face; it was like you had a dirty little secret of your own.

When you finally ventured out of your room you found Roger lounging in the living room “Wow, out of your room for once?” Roger asked, kicking his feet up on the coffee table.

“No company tonight?” You chimed, noting the absence of some bar floozy hanging off his shoulder, “Did your show go all right?”

Roger’s brows were tightly knit together, he was obviously tense over something and the long sigh he let out before answering you practically told the story; “No, it was complete garbage.” He mumbled, “The venue, not us.” He quickly followed with.

Right, of course Queen was perfect, but you decided to entertain the idea, inching closer into the living room, “What was so bad about the venue?”

It was as though he were waiting for someone to ask him that question, “The crowd was total shit, I know Freddie is damn good at interacting with the crowd, they were just,” He took a surprisingly aggressive drink from his beer bottle, rolling his eyes at the memory, “Stiff as hell,” He mumbled, “Then! That wasn’t even the worst part, on top of that the power cut out not once but three times!” He dramatically raised his arms in frustration, “I practically threw my set off the stage after the third time.” Roger scoffed. Despite your distance from him you could smell the combined stench of sweat, cigarettes, and alcohol that seemed to seep into his garish outfit.

You arched an eyebrow at him “You threw your kit off the stage?” your voice pitched in disbelief.

Roger shrugged “Yeah,” he was so nonchalant, “What about it?”

“Well I guess you won’t be going back there anytime soon,” You mumbled, and Roger raised his bottle in agreement, “You know, I was thinking we could paint the walls a nice cream color.” You mentioned, lightly running your hands across the drab wood paneling.

Roger narrowed his eyes at you, “Paint over wood panel?” He scoffed, “It’s original finish, you can’t do that!”

You rolled your eyes dramatically, “I can tell it’s original, I can practically smell 1970 seeping out when it gets too hot in here.” You chastised, “Plus painting the walls a lighter color will brighten it up a bit, what the hell are you trying to live in, a cave?”

“Fine, you get to paint the accent wall and I’ll take the others.”

“I pay half the rent here too!” You constantly reminded him that he wasn’t the only one who lived here anymore.

Roger let out a frustrated sigh, “Fine you get two walls and I’ll get two. Have fun painting them Saffron Ivory of whatever boring color you decide on.”

Well, guess your civil conversation is over, you sighed, “At least it’ll look better,” You mumbled, turning back to face him "Shouldn't you shower, you filthy bastard" You scrunched your nose up at his pungent post show odor.

"Ah, fuck off," Roger muttered flicking you the V.

You flashed him a closed mouthed smile "Pleasant, as always." you sarcastically stated before you found yourself slinking back into your room. You truly had no idea how Freddie expected you to coexist with this man.

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melonkooky · 4 years

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urs [jeon jungkook]

requested

word count: 4346

genre: angst and a little bit of fluff (if you can call it that), friends with benefits, fuckbuddies!au

warnings: mentions of suggestive content (i don’t write smut so this the scenes aren’t detailed or anything), mentions of drinking, cursing, cheating and toxic exes

author’s note: this one shot was requested to be based off of the song “urs” by niki. i’ve never heard of her or this song, so i had to listen to it a few times. i based the one shot more off of the lyrics tho. anyways, this is a one shot that is a little different from what i normally write, but nevertheless, i hope you guys still like it. (also, as i always say, please ignore any mistakes).

please do not copy my work. but please like and reblog it. thank you!!!!

slick wit, lip lick, and we sleep in our skin fast as i give in (right into you) too deep, too fast, too now i can't move 'til you call and tell me to

you excitedly dragged your best friend by her hand into the nightclub. your heart was beating out of your chest as you and her were granted access. she was laughing at your excitement and eagerness. you practically lived here. you knew all of the staff and a lot of the regulars too. that’s how you met your best friend, minnie. she had been dancing near the bar and you had tripped on someone’s foot. you accidentally spilled an oddly blue colored drink on her. both of you still laugh about it this day.

you loved this nightclub in particular. sure it was full of drinking (and occasionally someone would sneak drugs in, but that’s where you draw the line) and sensual dancing, but to you, you always felt free. you felt like you wouldn’t be judged for anything. you could dance and sing and drink without another care for the world.

the way music coursed through your veins was addicting. the atmosphere, the darkness, the neon lights that flashed and flickered in a series of colors, highlighting everyone’s smiling faces, you don’t think you would ever stop coming to this place.

sometimes, you liked to see all the new people that come. you could always tell when they’ve never been there before. compared to the regulars, they seem out of place. they look over their shoulder constantly, or can’t get themselves to go to the dance floor. they look at everyone’s faces, eyes wide. they just don’t fit in. it takes a little bit to get comfortable.

and that was how you met him.

you left minnie by a boy that she’s been seeing frequently on the dance floor. minnie was falling in love with him, and she always asked you if you knew if he would be there. and you would always say that you had no way of telling.

you didn’t go to this nightclub to find a soulmate or a one night stand. you went to let loose, to have fun, to dance the night away. however, when you got to the bar, you felt a pair of eyes on you. it was nothing you weren’t used to, but you felt compared to meet their gaze.

his gaze was a bit shy, but his eyes were strong. you couldn’t help but hold his gaze, even when you began to feel your cheeks grow hot. the way the flashing lights cast a series of shadows on his face, the formation of his lips, the way his eyes seemed to twinkle, even in the darkness. before you knew it, you forced yourself to look away, hurriedly grabbing your drink and disappearing.

your breathing was fast, and you were confused about why you were acting like that. why was your heart beating so fast? and why were you blushing? he was hot, attractive, and the way he looked at you, you couldn’t get it out of your head.

suddenly, minnie was wrapping her arms around yours, almost spilling your drink in the process.

“y/n!” she sang happily.

her tone of voice brought you out of your daze.

“hm?”

“he asked me to come home with him.”

her smile was brighter than the sun, and you felt happy for her, but that didn’t stop the worry. “are you sure? i can still take you-”

both you and minnie glanced at your drink.

“trust me,” she said, “he’s not one to drink. i’ll be okay.”

you pursed your lips and nodded. although you didn’t want to be left alone, you knew how badly minnie wanted this guy. you’ve seen him many times, everytime you were with minnie that is, and he did seem like a nice guy. and you trusted minnie with your life, with your deepest and darkest of secrets. “alright.” you said, pressing a kiss to her cheek, “text me later.”

and she was gone, her… whatever he was to her… leading the way.

as you stood near the door, suddenly feeling lonely, there was a tap on your shoulder. you turned to see the very boy who’s face and eyes seemed permanently imprinted into your brain. “oh, h-hi.”

he smiled. “hey.”

“is this your first time?” you asked him, sipping your drink.

he glanced down at the floor, nodding, “is it obvious?”

you shrugged. “it’s just something that i notice.”

“do you come here often?”

you nodded, a smile forming with your lips. “it’s kinda my go to place.”

he leaned against the wall with his shoulder, eyes looking around. “why?”

you looked at him, wondering if you should be sharing such personal things. but you thought, why not? maybe something could come out of this.

“i come here to let go of all my worries and stress. or just to have fun, be free. it’s my happy place. i love everything about it.”

he nodded.

“so,” you started, “what’s your name?”

he met your eyes again, and you found yourself getting lost in them. you almost didn’t catch his name.

“jeon jungkook.”

“y/n. did you come here with anyone?”

he glanced towards where the crowd of dancers were, looking down. you and him were standing on a balcony that overlooked the dance floor in the center of the room. it was quite a view.

jungkook pointed to a group of people. “those are my friends.”

“wow, you’ve got a lot of friends.”

he smiled, and you felt yourself smiling too, staring at him. “yeah. how about you?” he asked, leaning closer to you.

you felt your breath hitch in your throat as his face grew closer to yours. your cheeks were radiating crazy amounts of heat. and your stomach was twisting and somersaulting in all sorts of places. “my best friend just left, so i’m actually alone. which i know should be bad in a place like this, but i feel at home here, i guess you can say.”

“i admire that.”

“why?”

“most girls feel at home at a coffee shop, or the library. not a nightclub.”

“then i’m not like most girls.”

you looked down at your drink, swirling it around slightly. you were smiling to yourself.

“can i kiss you?” the stranger asked out of the blue.

you looked up, eyes wide with surprise. “hm?”

he was blushing and smiling, but it was a mischievous kind of smile. jungkook stepped closer to you. you kept your feet planted into the ground, not exactly not wanting to kiss him. “why?” you asked.

“because you’re beautiful.”

with that, you stood up on your tiptoes and placed your lips on his. you kissed him, but it was quick, before you pulled away. your grinned, tugging your bottom lip between your lips. “is that what you wanted?”

he eyed you carefully, smiling, before cupping your cheeks and pulling you closer. the kiss had more force to it, but it was passionate, considering that you and jungkook were strangers. you melted into him, not even thinking twice about who this man could be. you knew this was dangerous. he could be a kidnapper, a criminal, someone who liked to trick or cause pain. but your gut was telling you otherwise, and his gentle grasp on your cheeks told you that he had no intentions of performing any crimes.

it wasn’t long before he was pulling away, his lips barely touching yours, lingering. you felt hot suddenly, like the room was caving in on you. or like everyone was disappearing, leaving you with jungkook.

when he pulled away, jungkook opened his eyes, gazing into yours.

“do you want to come home with me?”

you laughed, “that doesn’t sound sketchy at all.”

he laughed with you. “sorry.”

“don’t be sorry. as long as you’re willing to drive, i don’t mind leaving with you.”

now it's all guessing games, i'm guessing every gaze, like do you, don't you, would you even stay if you did? all i know is suddenly without you the bed feels too big

just like every other love story, a one night stand became many night stands, all in a few weeks. you were falling in love with him, and you were sure that jungkook was falling in love with you too.

constantly you would catch him staring at you. and every single time he looked away, jungkook’s cheeks would glow, mimicking the color of the roses that he had brought you one evening. you weren’t one who liked flowers, but it was jungkook who was giving them to you, so they were special.

you were often at jungkook’s apartment (although there were many times he came to your place and ended up leaving the next morning. you just enjoyed his living space more than your own). he lived alone, but was near all the friends that he gestured to at the nightclub. he often asked you to come over, offering to watch a movie or play video games. to say the least, the video games were becoming your favorite thing to do with him because of how annoyed he got every time you beat him.

you wondered where the direction of this relationship was going. were you and jungkook officially just hook-up buddies? friends with benefits? after all, you and him have hung out lots of times where it didn’t lead to sex. you and him found joy and comfort in each other’s presences.

however, one day, jungkook suddenly changed.

he was happy one minute, one day when you and him were on his couch playing a game. his phone rang, and you watched as his smile dropped off the face of the earth. you grew worried. “jungkook?”

he didn’t acknowledge you. instead he remained still, watching his phone as it rang continuously in his hand. you leaned closer, calling his name more gently. “jungkook.”

“can we do this later?”

“do what later?”

“this.” he replied shortly.

your eyebrows furrowed. “what do you mean?”

suddenly he stood up, a heavy breath escaping as he did so. he was heading towards his bedroom. but you quickly stood up, following him. you were worried, scared, as to what was happening. “jungkook. please, talk to me.”

you made the mistake of grabbing his wrist, because the way he ripped it out of your grasp broke your heart.

“jungkook?” you felt your voice crack slightly.

you hated how you were feeling. you weren’t sure what jungkook was to you, or how he thought you were to him, but you knew he wasn’t your boyfriend. still, the way he was acting towards you was hurting you. after the many weeks you’ve spent with him.

“just go!” he suddenly yelled, turning towards you.

“what’s wrong? i won’t leave until you tell me what’s happening.”

“just go! i don’t need to tell you anything. you’re just a naive girl trying to weave your way into my life.”

“i may be naive but i’m not trying to ‘weave my way’ into your life!” you felt a tear slip down your cheek. “if anything, you’re the one trying to weave your way into my life. you were the one who approached me at the club, you were the one who started the conversation, you were the fucking one who wanted to kiss me.”

jungkook’s eyes bored into yours. the same eyes that were once so soft, so comforting, but now were cold and dark. who had called him that had made him lash out like this?

“get out!” he suddenly yelled, pointing to the front door.

“gladly.” you replied calmly, before rushing towards the door.

the atmosphere felt too heavy and tense for you, you had to leave. you threw on your shoes, opening the door, and slamming it closed behind you. you didn’t care if the entire building hurt that you were angry, or had an argument, you just wanted to leave. so you did.

you went back home and for an entire day, you laid in your bed, the bedsheets pulled up to your chin. you wanted to be warmed and comforted, but the bed was simply cold and empty. your gaze was sad and tired as you stared at your phone. you tried to distract yourself as much as possible. but nothing would work. your mind would always drift back to jungkook.

suddenly, as you were in the middle of scrolling, your phone froze for a second, just as your ringtone interrupted the uncomfortable silence of your bedroom. jungkook’s name lit up, and your eyes widened. why was he calling you? you debated on not answering, tempted to let it go to voicemail. maybe he would leave one, saying whatever he wanted to say.

so, you let it ring, finding your chin trembling as you remembered your argument with jungkook. why were you so in love with him? if you didn’t have feelings for him, you wouldn’t be in so much pain.

you expected a voicemail. instead, jungkook called you again. finally, you answered him. “what?”

“i want to tell you something. i want to explain.”

“there’s nothing to talk about, jungkook. i don’t even think we were anything more than fuck buddies.”

jungkook sighed. “i don’t think of us like that.”

“oh yeah? i’m not sure i believe that.”

he sounded frustrated. “y/n, please, you’re making this difficult.”

you rolled your eyes. you sat up in your bed, leaning your back against the wall. “fine.”

“i didn’t mean to argue with you.” he began. “i didn’t mean to yell at you and call you naive and say all those things. it’s just-”

you waited for him. you would always wait for him…

tryna find where your head is but i'm losing myself in the process you're bad for my health

“my ex called.”

you felt yourself clench your jaw, shaking your head. jungkook wasn’t even your boyfriend, and yet you were feeling jealous.

“she-she called me, and i was just surprised, maybe even angry. y/n, please forgive me. she wasn’t a good person for me and i let my emotions take over.”

“did she hurt you?”

there was a heavy sigh, a pained sigh as a matter of fact. you regretted asking such a question, especially if this ex bothered jungkook so much. “she did, she did.”

you waited for him to continue.

“look, jungkook, you don’t have to tell me anymore if it makes you uncomfortable.”

“y/n, you don’t make me uncomfortable. if anything, i feel like i can tell you anything.”

you blushed slightly at his words. you felt like your spirits were beginning to lift, like your chest was loosening, and you weren’t upset at jungkook anymore.

“she cheated on me.” he finally was able to say. “but that’s not exactly why i was angry that she called me.”

you were puzzled. “why were you angry then?”

“because even after she cheated, even after she said that she loved someone else, i was still in love with her. when she called, i couldn’t imagine why she was calling me, and i guess that just angered me.”

you felt heavy once again, and you wanted to sink into your bed, wrap yourself in the arms of your blankets, and wither in your pain. jungkook was in love with someone else. he felt comfortable with you, but not in the way that he was in love with you.

and then you were in full understanding of jungkook’s anger and pain. he didn’t cheat on you, but he was in love with someone else. and you were angry that you were still in love with him with that fact.

“y/n?”

“jungkook, i can’t tell you not to love you ex-” you stopped yourself, scared that you were crossing a line, but you continued, “but after she cheated, you can’t trust her. for all you know, she’s just going to do it again, and again, hurting you. you need to get over her.”

“i know.”

you sighed. you brought your hands up to rub your eyes, your fingers pinching the bridge of your nose afterwards.

“that’s why i went to that club.”

“what?”

“that’s why i approached you. i wanted to try to forget about her.”

your eyes widened in surprise as you listened to jungkook’s words. as much as it pained you that you were on the path of always being his second choice, not the one, you couldn’t help but ask, “did i do a good job?”

finally, you heard him laugh. you smiled to yourself. that was when you decided that no matter who you were to jungkook, friend or girlfriend or friends with benefits or whatever, you would try your best to be there for him and make him smile. you were his…

all the good nights are they hidden goodbyes in disguise? i never know you come see me only when i ask first

‘do you want to come over?’ you texted.

‘on my way ;)’, he replied.

you grinned and waited patiently for jungkook to come over. after that conversation about his ex over the phone, you felt like you and jungkook had grown closer, like an unnatural bond was forming between you and jungkook.

jungkook soon arrived and with his help, you were moved into the bedroom.

an hour or two later, you had lost track of time, you and jungkook laid side by side in silence, relaxing underneath your covers. you were happy that things were back to normal.

“i think i’m going to talk to her again.”

you turned your head, brushing some of your hair aside. “who?”

of course, you already know who.

“my ex. she’s been calling me everyday and when i don’t answer it, she texts me.”

“that’s kinda annoying.”

jungkook shrugged. “yeah. but, she wants to work things out.”

you sat up, pulling the covers with you to cover yourself. you faced your friend. “jungkook, i don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“why not?”

“well, for starters, she cheated on you. i would think that that reason alone would convince you not to talk to her. secondly, if she’s been calling or texting everyday for what, like a week now, doesn’t that seem a little desperate?”

“she just wants to talk things out.”

“jungkook-”

“maybe she wants to apologize.”

“jungkook, i know you’re still in love with her, but you need to get over her. she caused you so much pain. she’s toxic. you shouldn’t feel obligated-”

“i don’t feel obligated, y/n.” jungkook sat up suddenly, his eyes avoiding yours. “i-i want to see her too.”

you shook your head. your mind was racing with a million thoughts. if jungkook gets back with her, you would have to stop seeing him like this? would he still be your friend? would he still want to see you, even when he goes back to his ex? would he tell his ex about you, and all the little meetups you and him had at night?

“as long as she makes you happy, jungkook.” you whispered into the darkness.

jungkook finally looked at you. if he was honest to himself, he felt a little guilty. he liked you. he liked you a lot. you made him feel at ease, to release all his worries and stress, and you were a good friend to confide in. but, his ex was someone who’s had a major influence in his life. they’ve been together for years, and jungkook couldn’t imagine himself ever forgetting about her.

when you kiss me, do you wish it were her? the best at being the worst

that was the last time you ever saw jungkook. it broke your heart just at the thought that he didn’t even say goodbye. he left while you were sleeping. he just got up and left, disappearing without so much as a note or a text. he just was gone like a ghost in the night.

you found yourself, as your life went on, checking your phone. maybe you missed a text from him.

your phone would begin to ring, and your eyes were look for his name.

every time you went to the nightclub, you were subconsciously looking for his face once again.

this continued for weeks.

there was a pat on the small of your back, causing you to turn your head and meet minnie’s sympathetic eyes. you had told her everything, all that has happened between you and jungkook, all your thoughts and feelings, she knew it all. and she tried to understand. she was your best friend, and tried to help you get over him.

you sighed, “maybe it’s for the best.”

she looked at your drink, “i couldn’t imagine his ex would like that he was still friends with his fuckbuddy.”

you glared at her. “y/n, look around you. there’s plenty of others in here that are probably more than willing to let you slip into their pants.”

you turned around. “but they’re not him.”

“i know, but it gives you an excuse to not think about him for one night.”

you sighed again, closing your eyes and listening to the music.

“you know, he told me that when his ex called him for the first time after a month, that he was angry at the fact that he was still in love with her, even after all that had happened.”

minnie nodded.

“i get it now.”

“what do you mean?”

“i didn’t understand why he would still be in love with her after she cheated on him. but we were just fuckbuddies and now that he’s back with her, i get the anger. because i’m still in love with him. i hate to say this, i want nothing more than to forget him, but i think jungkook is always going to have my heart.”

minnie glanced at you, worry written all over her face. you didn’t meet her eyes, but you could feel them.

after a few thoughts, however, you turned around, chugged the rest of your drink, and then headed towards the dance floor. “where are you going?” minnie yelled after you.

“i’m going to forget about him.”

you merged with the crowd, dancing like there’s no tomorrow. it felt good to let loose, to let the music take over your body as if you were a marionette doll and the music was the strings. you let yourself go, and it wasn’t long before you were making out with a random guy that you found attractive.

he was hot, you’d admit. and you tried your absolute best to not compare him to jungkook. you tried not to think of him as you pulled this stranger into your home, pulling his jacket off and throwing it against the front door.

the guy moaned, pulling your body close to his.

however, just as you were leading him to the bedroom, an involuntary thought crossed your mind. you remembered all the times you and jungkook had moments like these. him showing up and aggressively kissing you, you taking off his jacket while pulling him towards your bedroom.

the way his lips fit yours, just like a puzzle. and how warm and gentle his hands were on your body, even if he was desperate.

suddenly, you forced yourself away from the stranger. he didn’t understand, or rather pay attention to your movement because instead he attached his lips to the little area behind your ear, making his way down your neck.

you were panting, whether it was from aggressively kissing this man or from suddenly being hit with flashbacks. you gently pushed his shoulders, forcing him away from. you were embarrassed, whether it was for bringing this guy home in the first place, or interrupting the moment just because of one guy.

“is something wrong?” he asked, his words slurring together slightly.

you swallowed hard. “i don’t think we can continue.”

“why not?” he laughed. “your bedroom is literally right over there.”

“this was a mistake.”

“aw, come on, baby girl.”

“don’t call me that.”

the guy finally took the hint.

“just leave.”

he glared at you, angry at you not wanting to continue. he scoffed before turning and walking away. he angrily grabbed his jacket before leaving, slamming the door behind him.

and that’s when you broke down. you hated how you were feeling. you hated that you couldn’t turn off your emotions, that you couldn’t get rid of your feelings with jungkook, that you couldn’t stop thinking about him. you hated that even after everything, you were still in love with him.

you cried, until finally you found comfort in the floor.

that’s when you thought to yourself that this needed to stop. that you couldn’t love him anymore.

just as you sat up, after minutes of laying on the floor, your phone vibrated. it was still in the pocket of your jacket which had been discarded when you brought that guy home. you reached for it and pulled it towards you, looking for the device that continued to ring.

you finally pulled it out of the pocket. the caller id made your eyebrows knit together, and your eyes to widen in surprise. immediately, after swearing you would forget about him, your stomach was somersaulting with anxiety. it was jungkook. he was calling you.

you shouldn’t answer, you told yourself. you should block him, delete him from your phone. that would be the first step of forgetting about him. don’t let him do this to you.

after much debate, you felt yourself sigh, a strained cry coming from your throat.

but fuck sake, i'm already yours, mmm sad to say, i'm already yours, oh

“hello.” your voice was quiet, shaky.

“do you want to come over? i need a distraction.”

“is everything okay?”

“she,” his voice broke, “she cheated again.”

this would have been another moment to forget him, to tell him “i told you so” and hang up.

instead, you nodded your head. “i’ll be right over.”

#bts #bangtan #bangtan sonyeondan #bts jeon jungkook #bts jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkook #bts one shot #bts imagine #bts scenario #bts angst #jungkook one shot #kpop

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queen-scribbles · 4 years

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Fierce Competition

Kiss Prompt--Meant To Distract The Other Person From Whatever They Were Intently Doing from @haledamage (oh, look another prompt turned into a full fic. Color me surprised. /s I blame the banter)

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From the slump of his shoulders as he leaned across her desk, and the heavy sigh he let out, Janine had a good guess what Felix was about to say before he even opened his mouth.

“I’m bored.”

Called it. Janine smiled sympathetically and twirled a loose lock of hair around her finger, trying to get back the curl it had started with that morning. “Sorry my office isn’t more exciting.”

“It’s not your office,” Felix sighed, tugging off his hat and tossing it up as he slouched back in one of the chairs by her desk. “It’s sitting around.” He caught the hat, tossed it again. “At least Nate and Mason get to patrol; quiet as this town is, walking’s better than sitting with nothing to do...”

“Then why’d you pick to go with the ‘waiting for a fax’ assignment?” she asked, arching a brow and fighting the temptation to snatch his hat when he tossed it a third time.

“I didn’t,” he said, catching the hat and yanking it back on as he leaned forward. “I picked to pair up with you, because why wouldn’t I?” He winked and her cheeks warmed as she smirked in return. “You picked to sit around your office waiting for someone to fax you something.”

“I figured it made the most sense for me to sit around my office,” Janine deadpanned. “Also, I don’t trust Adam around my furniture.”

Felix snorted and grinned, eyes glinting with amusement as he glanced at the still-duct taped corner of her desk. “That’s fair. And at least we didn’t get his job; sitting through that briefing with your mother. Only thing worse than sitting around is sitting still.”

Janine giggled. “Well, I’m sorry for inflicting boredom upon you, Agent Hauville.”

“You’re forgiven, Detective Elder,” Felix returned with teasing magnanimity as he grinned and leaned forward to rest his elbows against the edge of her desk. “At least the company’s good.”

“Only good? I must be slipping,” Janine retorted with a matching grin. She leaned forward as well, until they were separated by mere inches and staring into each other’s eyes. “I was aiming for great.”

“Oh, then, I stand corrected,” Felix laughed, amber eyes glinting with mirth. “The company’s great.” He inched forward until their noses were practically touching. “And I know something we can do about the boredom.”

Janine arched a brow playfully. “Do tell.”

“It’s something you mentioned that I’ve been curious about ever since.”

She bit her lip at the warmth curling in her stomach and stared deep into those mesmerizing eyes. “And that would be....?”

“Paper airplanes,” he said brightly as he pushed off the desk to stand upright. “And I have to be honest, the fact Adam and Nate don’t want me to know makes me even more curious.”

“First off, that’s not fair,” Janine groused good-naturedly, flicking a paper clip at him as the heat in her cheeks spread to her ears and neck. He ducked. “Second, I’m all too happy to undermine them on this.”

“Yes!” Felix punched the air and perched on the edge of the desk. “So do tell.”

“Alright, alright,” she laughed as she tugged two sheets of paper from a drawer. She perched on the edge of her desk opposite him, kicking off her flats to brace her feet against the seat of her chair and handed one sheet of paper to Felix. “We’ll start with the basics...”

---

They spent the next half hour folding planes of varying size, design, and in Felix’s case, quality

“Guess I found another of your weakness, huh?” Janine teased as even on his sixth(or was it seventh?) try, one style refused to do anything but veer immediately left and nosedive into the carpet.

“This isn’t a weakness,” Felix protested, tossing the crumpled remains of an earlier failed attempt at her. “It’s... an underdeveloped talent.”

“Is that what the kids are calling it these days?” she asked with a giggle, biting her lip.

“Alright, detective, you asked for it.” He leaned across the desk to grab another piece of paper. “Bet I can make a better one than you.”

“You’re on,” Janine smirked, claiming another sheet for herself, pink instead of white. “Define ‘better’.”

“Flies further and smoother.” He was already folding.

“Any particular design?”

Felix shook his head. “Whatever your heart desires,” he said with a wink. “Best two out of three, each of us using the same plane?”

“Sounds fair,” Janine nodded. “What’s the winner get?”

“Bragging rights,” he said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world, then grinned. “Further reward to be determined by the winner.”

“Oh, you don’t want to do that,” she said with a laugh, wagging a finger at him. “I”m the paper airplane champion; I’ll have you doing my paperwork for months.”

“No, anything but that!” Felix said dramatically. “Surely someone so lovely couldn’t be so cruel.”

Janine shrugged and shot him a mischievous wink. “Just don’t lose and you won’t have anything to worry about.”

Felix narrowed his eyes. “I don’t think I trust you...”

“Don’t tr-” She gave her best shocked and offended gasp, trying not to laugh and ruin it. “Felix, I’m hurt.”

“Oh, I trust you with Bravo stuff and watching our backs and all that. I don’t trust you with paper airplane competitions.”

Janine chuckled. “Ah, in that case, smart man. Well, vampire. You know what I mean.” She creased the final fold and picked up her plane. “Ready?”

“Absolutely.” Felix smoothed over the folds of his plane one more time before straightening with it in hand. “Where shall we do this?”

“The hallway,” Janine said as she bent to grab her shoes. “We can toss them toward the steps down to Verda’s lab so we aren’t bothering anyone.”

They stepped out into the hall and Janine set her shoes on the floor, toes pointing towards each other, as a starting line of sorts. She briefly hoped the captain didn’t make a surprise visit while she was barefoot in the hallway throwing paper planes, but she was committed now.

“Ready?” she asked, pinching the underside of her plane and cocking her arm back.

“All set,” Felix said, mimicking her stance.

“Throw!”

Both planes flew through the air with impressively little wobble, but hers landed a good foot further down the hallway than his.

Janine arched a brow and grinned.

“We have two more to go,” Felix pointed out as he darted to retrieve both planes.

“Only if we need a tiebreaker,” she teased.

His went further on the second throw, if only by a few inches, and he grinned. “Guess we’ll need that tiebreaker, Detective.”

“Tiebreaker for what?”

Janine flinched before both she and Felix turned to find Tina waiting for an answer with a grin tugging her lips. Janine waggled the airplane she held. “My supremacy has been challenged.”

Tina laughed and glanced at Felix. “Cute and brave. She makes the best paper airplanes of anyone I know.”

“Did you need something, Tina?” Janine hinted.

“Right.” Tina fluttered the paper in her hand. “You got a fax. Don’t worry, I didn’t look at it in case it’s something super secret.”

“Great.” Janine nodded toward her office. “You can put it on my desk. And then come officiate our tiebreaker.”

“Can do,” Tina laughed, ducking into Janine’s office briefly and emerging sans fax. “So what are your criteria?”

“Flying further and smoother.” Janine fiddled with the nose of her plane.

“No adjustments!” Felix protested, half-smiling despite himself.

“The nose is crooked, I’m fixing it so this is fair,” Janine retorted. “You all set?”

He nodded.

“Alright, Tina. Your call.”

Tina giggled and stood straighter, tucking her thumbs in her belt loops as if officiating something more important than a paper airplane toss. “Ready...”

Janine looked over at Felix and couldn’t help smiling at the look of intense concentration on his face. He was at least as committed to this as she was.

“Set...”

He caught her looking and winked, making her stomach flutter and face warm. Oh, two can play that game, Hauville.

In the same moment “Throw!” left Tina’s lips and her own plane left her hand, Janine leaned over and kissed Felix squarely on the cheek.

He started, and his plane shot forward, doing an almost impressive corkscrew spin before it hit hers. Both went skidding across the floor and down the stairs.

“Janine, that’s cheating!” he protested, but from his sparkle-eyed grin, she didn’t really think he minded too much.

“We technically didn’t have any rules against... creative distractions,” she retorted with a wink. Tina giggled, and she turned to shoo her off before continuing, “Besides, it’s not like it paid off...”

“Still, I knew I couldn’t trust you,” he teased.

“ And I said that was smart.” Janine stuffed her feet in her flats and they both went to retrieve the planes.

They found them at the bottom of the steps, mangled, bent, and scuffed.

“Guess we’ll have to call it a draw,” Janine sighed as they returned to her office. She dropped her plane in the wastebin and leaned against the edge of her desk.

“For now, at least,” Felix agreed as he followed suit. “We can always have a rematch later.”

“I don’t know...” she said with faux reluctance. “Are you going to make rules against kissing?”

“I would never,” he retorted with a grin. “Especially not when I owe you.”

“That was very promising, and Janine bit her lip when he winked to underscore the words, but, “I guess we need to clean up in here,” she sighed, flicking one of the crumpled reject planes.

And so they did. It may have devolved into a paper-snowball fight for a few minutes at one point(or more than a few minutes), but between the two of them, they returned her office to a more professional state.

Just in time; the rest of Bravo showed up over the next few minutes, as her office was their default meeting place. She handed over the fax, knowing Adam would make more sense of it than she would. Felix sent her another wink as Adam and Nate discussed their next move, and Janine grinned back.

She was very much looking forward to their rematch.

Kiss Prompts

#queens fic #kiss prompts #the wayhaven chronicles #janine elder #felix hauville #janine/felix #GOOOOOD I LOVE WRITING HIM HE'S SO FUN #THEY'RE so fun #and a wild tina appeared halfway through to make it even better #they have a full length fic now yeeeaahh #twc #otp: origami mice

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remywrites5 · 5 years

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Hey there! I really love your fics, and ficlets, they brighten my day every time I read or re- read one! I'm sort of having a rough day, and I went through all your wolfstar, because wolfstar is one of my favourites, and then I really got into spideypool, but it seems I can't find that many good fics out there! Is there any chance you could write something where peter gets kidnapped because he photographed something he shouldn't? Only if you have free time of course!

I’m sorry you were having a tough day! Again this ask is from forever ago but I hope all is well. Thanks for you prompt!

******

This was just…well…humiliating was the word that came to mind. Peter had been kidnapped –or abducted seemed more appropriate because he wasn’t a child no matter what Mr. Stark said. It wasn’t his fault that these big, muscle-y guys had jumped him as Peter. He couldn’t exactly fight them off without giving away his secret identity. It’s not like mild-mannered Peter Parker could fight off five guys.

He had a feeling he knew exactly what this was about too. He’d been snooping around Oscorp and had taken some pictures of them doing human testing for some new kind of drug that appeared to be some kind aggression hormone based on the way the subjects freaked out. That was all the world needed, more Hulks. He’d hadn’t had a chance to sell the pictures to the Daily Bugle yet because Jamison was a grade A asshole who had chosen to haggle with Peter over the price.

Now he was chained to a chair and he probably could have busted out of them if he’d given it his whole strength but again Peter Parker can’t break out of chains. So Peter sat stewing in a ball of frustration when he heard gunshots. His eyes widened and he wondered if he was going to have to blow his secret identity just to not get shot in the fucking head by whoever was coming.

He was just about to break the chains when the door swung open and in strolled Deadpool. “You coulda had a bad bitch! Noncommittal!”

Peter groaned and shook his head. If the Avengers found out he was rescued by Deadpool, of all people, he would never live it down. The only saving grace was that Deadpool didn’t know Peter’s secret identity.

“Oooh!” Wade said, holstering his guns. “I must have walked into the pantry because I just found me a snack!”

Peter rolled his eyes. “A little help, please?”

Wade cocked his head to the side. “Say, aren’t you the guy who takes pictures of Spider-man? Do you know him? Can you get me an autograph?”

“Why would I know him just because I take pictures of him?” Peter asked, shuffling uncomfortably in his seat. “Do you think everyone that works for US Weekly knows Taylor Swift?”

“You’re my looooover!” Wade sang out.

“Can we focus?” Peter asked impatiently. Although he knew Deadpool had a thing for leaving a stack of bodies in his wake, he didn’t want to chance that someone might come along.

“Right, right, more helping, less talking,” Wade said, going over and inspecting the chains. “I need a key. Hold on, I think I killed a guy with some down the hallway. Don’t go anywhere, sexy!”

“Where am I meant to go?” Peter growled after him in frustration.

He sat there with Taylor Swift stuck in his head while he waited for Wade to return and rescue him. This pretending to be helpless thing was the worst. He was about to just break the chains and claim a rat ate them when Deadpool reappeared. “Fancy meeting you here!”

“What are you even doing here, anyway?” Peter asked as Wade unlocked the chains. “I doubt you came here just to save me.”

“I mean, if I had known a cutie like you was in peril I would have done this job pro-bono, but Justin Hammer paid me a lot of dineros to sneak in here and steal some science-y information, and also kill a bunch of people. But, since you’re here and I’m here and I’m about to be filthy rich, why don’t you and I do dinner?”

Peter shot Wade an absolutely baffled expression. “Does this really seem like the time to be asking me out?”

“No time like the present, baby boy,” Wade said with a shrug. “I don’t wanna wait for our lives to be over!”

“Please for the love of god, stop singing,” Peter begged, looking up and down the hallway to try and figure out where his camera might be stashed. He supposed he would just have to go room by room, which would be much quicker if he could lose Deadpool and go about it as Spider-man.

“Not a fan of the creek, huh?” Wade asked, following Peter as he took a left and began opening doors one after the other. “How do you feel about Golden Girls?”

“Wade,” Peter said, walking over and putting his hand over Wade’s mouth. “Is there anyone alive left on this ship?”

Wade shook his head no.

Peter groaned. “Shit! This is going to take forever to find my camera.”

“I saw a camera!” Wade said as soon as Peter removed his hand and began his search again. “Come with me!”

Wade grabbed Peter and hauled him over his shoulder, carrying him like a sack of potatoes. “I can walk you know!” Peter said, huffing indignantly.

“I know,” Wade said with a grin that stretched his mask. “I just wanted a close up look at that ass. Do you do yoga? Pilates? It’s fairly toned for such a nerd.”

“Wade?” Peter said as evenly as he could.

“Yeah?”

“Get your hand off my ass.”

“Whoops.”

***

Once he got back to his apartment, Peter posted the pictures on the internet for free, not wanting the hassle of fighting with Jamison over them. At least the word would get out about what Oscorp was doing. More than anything, Peter just wanted to put the whole ordeal behind him.

Which was extremely difficult to do considering Deadpool was currently breaking into his apartment through the window, and making a fuck ton of noise while he was at it.

‘Hey Petey!” Wade said, tumbling into Peter’s bedroom.

Peter watched Wade scramble to his feet. “So you found out my name, huh?”

“Yup!” Wade said, strutting around the room like he was proud of himself. He wasn’t in his full Deadpool gear, just sweatpants and a hoodie with his Deadpool mask.

“And you’re here because…” Peter gestured for Wade to fill in the blanks because Peter really had no clue.

“I’m your new bodyguard!” Wade said, puffing up his chest. “And don’t worry, I know you’re a struggling college kid, so you’ll only have to pay me in food. Or kisses. Whichever one you prefer.”

“Why do I need a bodyguard?” Peter asked, watching Wade walk about his room and rifle through his stuff.

“Word on the street is that Norman Osborne is pissed about the pictures you took and posted online,” Wade explained, holding up a pair of Peter’s underwear that had Cap’s shield on them. Peter jumped up and shoved them back in the drawer before closing it forcefully. “So I’m here to offer my services.”

Peter chewed his bottom lip thoughtfully. If Osborne was gunning for him then it might not be a bad idea to have some backup. Getting abducted had been really stupid and at least with Deadpool around the chances of that happening were significantly decreased.

“Fine,” Peter said, holding his hand out to Wade. “You’re hired.”

“Oh Petey!” Wade said, ignoring his hand and pulling him into a bear hug. “You won’t regret this!”

Peter doubted that very much.

***

It had been three weeks of round the clock Deadpool and nothing had happened. No attacks, no retribution, no nothing. The worst part of all was that Peter was kind of starting to…like Wade? Having him around wasn’t quite as annoying as he had thought. It was actually nice to have some company for once and despite what he had said, Wade was the one who provided the food most of the time. He did mention the kissing more than a few times but it obviously never amounted to anything.

Which is why Peter really hated what he was about to do. “There was no threat against my life, was there?” he asked, already having a feeling about the answer.

Wade looked around for a moment to avoid answering the question and then slumped down. “No,” he grumbled.

Peter huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. “Well, I mean, I’m relieved but why did you lie?”

Wade shrugged. “I wanted a reason to see you again.”

Peter laughed. “We could have just hung out, Wade, you didn’t have to make me fear for my life.”

“People don’t really hang out with me if they can help it,” Wade informed him unhappily.

Peter figured that was probably true. He thought about all the times he had blown Wade off as Spider-man, declining his offers of epic team ups. Maybe Wade had a point and it was kind of hard for Peter to stay mad at him.

“Hey Wade,” Peter said, scooting closer to him. “You can come over whenever you want. Just no more busting in on me in the shower, okay?”

“I had to make sure you were safe!”

“We just established that I wasn’t in danger!”

“Better safe than sorry, Petey.”

***

Peter was a little offended when Deadpool kissed Spider-man, which made no fucking sense because he was Spider-man. But Wade didn’t know that and something about that hurt. Like Wade was cheating on him with him, and the whole thing made Peter’s head hurt.

Peter had texted Deadpool for help patrolling the city one night, wanting to see Wade and figuring he could make up excuses to see him. It only seemed fair. They’d stopped a bodega from getting robbed and a purse snatcher. It hadn’t been the most exciting night but it had been fun. When they sat down on a roof to eat their hard earned tacos, Wade had pounced the moment Peter had rolled his mask up.

Peter found himself flat on his back on the roof with Wade’s tongue slipping into his mouth. He would have enjoyed it if he hadn’t been so offended on behalf of his alter-ego.

“Mm, Petey,” Wade murmured, sucking on Peter’s lower lip.

“Wait,” Peter said, shoving Wade off of him. “You know?”

“Puh-lease,” Wade said, rolling his eyes. “Like I wouldn’t recognize that Spider-man and the guy I’ve been spending all my time with lately are the same? Not to mention that ass.”

“Oh,” Peter said dumbly, propping himself up on his elbows. “Well, that’s okay then.”

“So we can go back to the kissing part, then?” Wade asked, crawling back over Peter. “I mean you do owe me for three weeks of service.”

“You didn’t do anything!”

“I protected your sweet ass, Petey,” Wade said, nipping at Peter’s chin. “Made sure it wasn’t violated by nefarious persons unknown.”

“The only nefarious person my ass was in danger from was you,” Peter quipped, capturing Wade’s lips again.

“Mm,” Wade hummed, cupping Peter’s face in his hands. “I’ll violate that ass any time, baby boy.”

“If I let you do that I’m pretty sure that makes me a prostitute,” Peter said, laughing softly. “Selling my body for good and services.”

“It worked for Julia Roberts.”

“Are you going to scale a fire escape with some flowers and profess your love to me?”

“Any time, any place, you just name the day, Petey.”

“White limo too, or it doesn’t count,” Peter teased, wrapping his legs around Wade.

“Obviously,” Wade said, kissing Peter breathless. After several moments he pulled back. “Although I think our story is more like The Bodyguard.”

Peter laughed. “I’ve never seen it.”

“What??” Wade shook his head. “Whitney Huston? Kevin Costner. And I-I-I will always loooove youuuu.”

Peter grinned. “Wanna go home and not watch it while we make-out on my couch?”

Wade matched his smile and then stole Peter’s breath away with another kiss. “I fucking love you.”

“Love you too,” Peter said, pressing kisses against Wade’s scarred cheek. “I don’t know if I ever said it but thanks for rescuing me.”

“And you rescued me right back.”

“Nice Pretty Woman call back.”

“It’s what I do, Petey.”

Peter gently pushed Wade off of him and grabbed the bag of tacos. He put his arm around Wade’s waist and held him close. “Come on, let’s go home.” Peter shot out a web to the building across the street and took of swinging in the direction of his apartment with Wade signing “Rewrite the Stars from the Greatest Showman in his ear the entire time.

Peter couldn’t even find it in him to mind it all that much.

#spideypool #i write things #peter parker x wade wilson #fluff #flirting #movie references galore #long post #anon prompt

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amnachil · 4 years

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The College Society Chapter 4 Part 8

I’m a little late, but here it is!

Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey Monday April 15

The fucker was flipping through his book. The meeting was in fifteen minutes. I don't fucking know why I came early. The Dean's grandson glared at Brandon. He was the only absent at their previous get-together. Could he be the contemptible asshole who had the idea of the bounty ?

"I'm not." said suddenly the idiot.

"What the fuck ?"

"Regarding what you're thinking. I'm not the one who had a price put on the prey." explained Brandon. "You know I'm a devoted follower of D.R... I even helped to foil my roommate Barbara."

Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey snorted. It didn't mean anything except maybe that he was a smart ass. The fact you're using your brain make you more dangerous than the others.

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"Stop acting like if you can read my fucking thoughts you moron."

Brandon dared to smile. Jesus he was so annoying.

"I'm sorry. You're usually way more difficult to decipher. But this story seems to bother you."

It's my damn boyfriend we're talking about, stupid ! Yeah except no one knew. The junior remembered his last discussion with Zack. His friend had called him a coward. A coward. Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey, the gifted hunter, feared by all, had been called a coward. Zack didn't intend to be mean but ouch. I would feel much better if the cocksucker behind all this was arrested.

"Now that I think about it." mumbled the blond lad. "You are a supposed psychic so you must know something, right ?"

"Yeah. I know I'm innocent." replied the smart aleck.

I swear to god I'll kill him.

"More seriously." he continued when he noticed the Dean's grandson glaring at him. "I got things to tell but we'll have to wait for the others. D.R wants to update them aswell."

Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey grunted.

Archie, Theo and Gabriel arrived right on time. As for this arrogant Matthew and the girls, they all came late. On purpose of course. They want to piss me off. Such a flock of donkeys. Finally, when Samy deigned show up, the meeting officially began.

"Why are we here ?" asked Lucy. "Summer didn't say much but I don't have time to lose. Fallen King, I hope this is serious."

Damn. When did you start shitting by the mouth dickhead ? He remained silent only because Brandon had taken his phone out.

"It's me who summoned you." resonated D.R's voice. "Sorry if we are taking your precious time Lucy. Maybe you want to leave and give up all your privilege as a member of this assembly ?"

The idiot bitch shrivelled up on her chair. Pathetic.

"Get to the point." Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey intervened. "Why are we here ?"

"Because, Brandon and I have made some progress regarding the investigation about the pranktser who is defying our authority." she explained. "First of all, I will let you all know that we get to the root of his website. Much to our surprise, he's based in Canada."

"So it's a stranger ?" was surprised Gabriel. "But how does he know about the prey ? Even I didn't hear about him before all this fuss."

Let her speak. I want a name. Going to Canada to kill someone sounded worse than it actually was, right ?

"We are sure he has an accomplice at the university." carried on D.R. "Probably the mastermind behind all this to be honest. Besides, with some skills, it might be possible to manage a website from Canada while being actually here. That's not the only thing we went through. My team caught some hunters who spied on the prey and sold intel at our prankster, who then put them online."

What ?! Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey was sure he didn't have enough bullets to shot every little fucker who did that. Damnit ! He had been the most careful he could and still, they escaped his surveillance ? And why D.R didn't told him sooner ?!

"Don't be mad." teased Jolenne. "We just got all the infos you spent month to get in a few days. Poor fallen king."

The Dean's grandson almost lost his calm. He was feeling paranoid and irritated. But he didn't need Zack calling him a brute as well as a coward.

"Unecessary comments are not permitted." said codly D.R. "Until now, what has been revealed to the public are mostly practical intels. The prey's greediness when it come to food is emphasized by many people. Also, there are his supposed sexual preference, his work and college schedule and when it is possible to meet him without Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey around. Even his friends are not safe from this search of information. I hope you realize this is craziness."

"Don't worry, we're chasing him by following your rules." giggled Miranda. "We don't need all this shit to catch him."

"Do you have any idea about the identity of the prankster ?" asked Archie.

"Well, thanks to the hunters we arrested, maybe." the head of the hunter announced, making them all quiet. "Brandon."

"As you may know, since my arrival here, D.R usually resort to me when she wants to question people. Here's what I discovered." the guy revealed. "They all received the money the day following their exchange via transfer. What is interesting is the bank making those transfers... The Mason's Financial."

Silent followed. Everyone looked up at Samy. She was called Samy Mason for a reason after all. The name is common but I know for sure she's the daughter of the actual ceo of Mason's Financial.

"My family's banks has numerous clients." she said, seemingly bored. "And this little information doesn't prove anything."

She's right. Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey was much more calmer now. And Samy was right. She had the means but that didn't make her guilty. This link wasn't much more than coincidence at this point.

"We'll do further investigation of course." resumed D.R. "Samy, you'll have to pay me a visit at my office very soon. As for the others, you can hunt, you can catch, but always remember there are rules. You have to insure that the others hunters respect them aswell. Is that clear ?"

They all agreed. Of course. But how many of them are cheating behind our back uh ? Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey left the room as soon as the meeting ended. At least he learnt something tonight. Nancy will have some work to do.

The Dean's grandson headed towards his flat quickly. He checked his phone on the way home. One text was from the head of the women defense club. Even outside the get-together, she couldn't let him in peace ? How annoying.

< D.R. : About our other matter, I expect the victim you told me about to pay me a visit soon. >

Of course you do. She was worried. Well he was worried too but he wasn't blowing a fuse about it. Archie seemed fine until now, so what was the problem ? Anyway, he also had a text from his boyfriend.

< The baboon : I'm stuffed !!! uwu >

A picture was attached to it. It was a selfie of Liam from underneath, which drew attention to his belly. His bloated tummy. Well Damian also noticed the tightness of his brief, since it was the only clothes he decided to wear. I hate him so much. Since when is he such a tease ?! At first, these little... provocations looked innocent. A comment about Liam being bottom when stuffed. An invite to touch his butt. The blond lad had thought it wasn't done on purpose. But when the action became repeated, it become obvious that the baboon was way more naughty than he let think. It didn't help that the junior was fantasizing about his boyfriend more and more... He'll be the death of me one day.

Liam Wednesday April 17

The College's library was a dark and secret place Liam had feared since his arrival. Books could harm you kids, no joke. He had yet to find the magical section but he knew it was here, somewhere. Thankfully he was in the history section and not alone. The chestnut lad was looking for a title Nate asked. Apparently, reading helped his bestfriend to distract his mind from any bad thought. I will bring it to him tonight.

"I can't find it anywhere." grumbled Nick. "Are you sure they have it ?"

"Yes." assured Colton. "I checked the website twice already."

It was the fourth time they had this discussion in the last half an hour. Since Nick had decided to follow a diet, he was grumpy most of the time. Probably because the unicorns think it's bad for him. They know more than we do. Colton, as the teddy-bear he was, had the patience to deal with their sullen friend. Liam glimpsed the book they were looking for.

"Found it." he announced. "Let me borrow it and we can go."

The three boys headed towards the exit. And there she was. Of course she would be there : library were suitable for dark ritual so the forces of evil were most likely bound to appear here. The witch was with another girl he didn't recognise right away. Because the lad had friends to protect, he decided to face them. Oh. This is the girl who offered her body to me. So she switched side ? This is bad. He didn't need a demon on top of his problems.

"Hey." smiled the witch when they were close enough.

Liam tried to ignore her and focused on the librarian who was registering his borrowing. Without success apparently.

"I'm Lucy remember ? And this is Miranda. We want to know you three better boys. Do you want a little meeting with us girls outside the university this weekend ?" suggested the pawn of evil. "We can bring a friend along to be even."

Nick pulled a face. Colton smiled prudently. They're falling for her charms... Liam hesitated. On one hand, it was dangerous, and his boyfriend had vigorously asked him to stay away from her. But on the other hand, it was the perfect opportunity to face her once and for all.

"I'm not against it." he eventually replied. "If the others are fine with it too..."

His two friends exchanged perplexed glances. Finally, they agreed and the three boys were free to go.

When they arrived at their place, Liam noticed Dami waiting for him at the entrance. His boyfriend was texting aggressively. He looks angry. More than usual. The others greeted him and went upstair while the chestnut lad smiled. In all honesty, he didn't know what he was doing with Dami. He was well aware their relationship was slowly improving for the better. There was no doubt in his dreamy mind that sex was near. He even had naughty thoughts of Dami while he... had been taking personnal pleasure last time.

"What the hell did you just say ?" asked the junior.

Liam blinked. Did I think out loud ? That would be very embarassing.

"Hum forget it." he muttered. "I've something to tell you."

He related his encounter with the witch and the human sacrifice. He also carefully explained why he wanted to face her. It was important to be clear because Dami was a hero. Hero didn't like when their relatives and friends faced troubles and they had a tendency to take all the blame. Liam knew that, he read it somewhere. But he had a mission from the unicorn.

"I think this is one of your dumbest idea you baboon." declared his boyfriend once he concluded. "The damn horses don't know everything and... Whatever do your thing. I'm not protecting you anyway."

"Thanks you for trusting me." smiled the freshman.

He kissed Dami lenghtily to express his gratefulness. Two hands grabbed his ass and pushed his waist closer. Liam gulped when he felt his crotch react at the gesture. They stayed like this only a few minutes but it was enough to make them both blush awkwardly. It's hot in here right ? (Please unicorns, believe it.) (The magical creatures probably won't like his perveted thoughts tonight...)

"I need to go." whispered Dami. "See you tomorow baboon."

It was almost bedtime when Nate announced he wanted to see a shrink. According to him, it was Dami who suggested the idea.

"He told me she was a professional who could help." he explained. "And Archie sees her too so I guess she knows her job. But I would like you to come with me the first time... Is that ok ?"

"Of course bro." assured Liam.

He could feel the positive energy in the room. His bestfriend was trying. I'll support him the best I can. Nate slipped under his covers, letting only his head visible.

"Say, how did you know you were attracted by men ?"

The chestnut lad made a weird sound. That wasn't a question he had expected at all. They had already talked about that in the past but... He discreetly looked at the unicorns. Were they doing something to Nate ?

"Stop your mental chat with the magical poneys and answer me." ordered Nate.

"Oh sorry... Well I don't really know ?" he said. "As you remember, I was first into chubby girls but well... I don't know it felt nice to be with Kilian. Being in a relationship with another boy is great to me... As long as I love him right ?"

"This doesn't help." grumbled his bestfriend. "I'll try to be more specific : why is Dami attractive to you ? Physically ?"

"He's cute." giggled Liam, remembering their last encounter. "And well, kind of sweet. He's a nice skin. Oh and his eyes are scary, I like that. Why are you asking ?"

"I think I like Archie's hugs." Nate revealed. "But that doesn't mean anything. I'm just touch starved and he feels safe that's it. I'm overthinking little things. Good night."

He covered his head, meaning the conversation was over. And Liam fell asleep the next second. He had unicorns to feed after all.

Nicolas Friday April 19

< Imagenius : Dang ! We lost but that was a close one. >

Nick grunted. Annoying.

< TheSavior : Still a lose. >

< Abeautifulwoman : speaking in terms of statistics, we're in a losing streak. Boss you're the one who made the most mistakes in our last games... While you were the best one week ago. >

Nick ground his teeth. Annoying. They piss me off.

< Abeautifulwoman : Anything on your mind lately ? >

< TheSavior : I 'm on a diet. >

The lad had never expected it to be so hard. How could he focus on his game while all he could nibble was a salad ?! And damnit he missed beer. But I need to lose the weight. Not only four or five pounds, but fifty. Enough to not be disgusting again.

< Imagenius : change of subject but Beauty I think I know who is your bossy friend ! >

< Abeautifulwoman : Are you serious rn ? Just let him be and focus on the bad mood of our boss. >

< Imagenius : He's the most famous hunter in my college right ? The one who has sex with everyone whenever he wants. He's the great son of the Dean that lucky bastard lol >

Wait. What ? Nick re read the text but there was no mistake. A Dean's grandson who sleep around ? The bounty hunt and the very famous prey... Could it be happening here ? It was only his imagination for sure. There could be many great son of a Dean who were also part succubus. (Yes sometimes, Nick fell for Liam's crazy theory.)

< Abeautifulwoman : There is a reason why I'm not talking abut him here and it's called privacy bitch. >

< Imagenius : You're the fake bitch. What if you're working for the Smith Carrey ? I have friends who don't fear him you know ? >

*Abeautifulwoman is offline.*

< Imagenius : such a coward c**t lol >

*Imagenius is offline.*

Now there was no doubt possible.

This evening, Nick arrived at the pool his head full of question. Imagenius was a student here. Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey was the best of the hunters. And a mysterious hunt with a bounty interested everyone. Weird. This is so weird. Liam's boyfriend had always been shady but a hunter ? What does that even mean ? Nick caught sight of Colton near the pool. He sighed deeply. Whatever is going on, this is not my business. Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey can do whatever he wants as long as he doesn't hurt my roommate. And I don't want to meet Imagenius in real life. Not when the freshman looked like a disgusting fat cow.

"Everything's fine bud ?" asked his friend.

"Yeah sorry. I guess I'm not feeling very confident about tomorrow."

This improvised date with three girls was another thing on his mind. Something I can talk with Colton. This latter smiled. His whole body irradiated a delicate but welcomed warmth. His attitude only was reasurring. And no, Nick didn't believe in magic but this guy had some strong positive vibe.

"This is not even a date." Colton recalled. "I think one of them is interested in Liam, and she asked help from her friends. You don't have to worry : we'll just enjoy the moment."

"Easy to say for you dude. You're handsome and incredibly nice." Nick retorted. "I'm not at the same level."

"You don't give yourself enough credit." assured his friend. "You made me think about my two bestfriends. They both have low self-esteem despite being amazing. I hope they finally realised it."

Nick detected distress in Colton's voice. For the first time, his expression revealed something esle than happiness. He looks almost sad.

"Now that you mention it, I never heard you talk about your past." noted the geek. "I mean, I don't have any friend from highschool since I was only focused on studies and you already know what I think about my annoying family but you... Even Liam's been more open."

Colton smiled but that was as fake as Rebecca's kindness.

"Stuff happenned. When I decided to follow Barbara, the people I cared about didn't take it well." he explained. "Even my sister is still mad. She was right tho, I got dumped in the end."

"And despite that, you're so nice and all ? Dude you really are half teddy-bear aren't you ? In your place, I would never trust anyone again."

They started to warm-up while talking. Liam would arrive later to help with the swimming lesson.

"I hope my friends will forgive me one day." confessed Colton. "Especially these two... But that doesn't mean I will be dejected until then. I'm sure they don't want that from me."

"You're so positive about everything that's kind of impressive." grunted Nick. "I would like to borrow your optimism sometimes.... Is it because some people have it worst ?"

He was thinking about Nate. That was petty of him to complain about his weight when his friend got raped. I'm ridiculous.

"You're getting it wrong." refuted the other. "You've the right to not appreciate your body but it is important that it is you, and not the opinion of the others, who chose that. As for me, I don't complain only because there is nothing I can do for now but hope. So I'm hoping."

Yeah, seems legit. They went into the pool and Nick focused on his swimming. The rest could wait.

To be continued

Dami is hunting the hunters... It’s a big mess. Who to trust uh?

And now Liam’s trying to solve his problem on his own, what a bad idea! But who knows, maybe he’ll manage ;) Big revelations in the online chat of Nick! Now, he has more info than he should...

Some background info on Colton. I’m not sure they’re very useful for now, but still.

#the college society #cs #Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey #Liam #Nick #Nate is struggling but doing better #Each person heals differently #Liam the hero #Dami is mad again #it's a mood #Nick knows secrets #Nancy is that you?#Chapter 4 #Part 8

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jksmoongf · 5 years

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Kissing Fire [pt. 6]

Pairing: Jungkook x reader x girlfriend (oc) Genre: cheater!AU, angst, smut Wordcount: 9.5k Warning: smut, lies, heartbreak and more lies and maybe fluff if you squint

Summary: It always feels like there is only one person in the world to love. And then you find somebody else.

a/n: I don’t condone cheating on your s.o., so please don’t read if you have a problem with this! (also I’m not saying this is something Jungkook would actually do!) Warning chapter 6: noob!jk, smut (voyeurism if you squint really hard, spanking, praise (?), hair pulling, unprotected sex (use protection please!))

The night sky was clear; Jungkook looked up hoping he’d see a shooting star, just so he could make a wish but he had never been able to properly see the stars in Seoul; all the city lights seemed to make them vanish into the black abyss. Y/n just had to forgive him; he didn’t mean the things he had said about her to Taehyung.

Even wrapped up in his big puffy jacket, he could feel the low temperatures finally getting to him; making him shiver, his fingers desperately clinging onto to heating pack in one of his pockets. For over an hour he had now been standing outside of the family restaurant in Hongdae where y/n worked. At first he wanted to go in but he was scared that she would yell at him or that customers would recognize him which would ultimately cause more trouble for them, and although he was wearing his favorite bucket hat and a mask he decided on waiting in the street where people shot him pitiful looks as they passed him by because he looked like he had been stood up with the flowers in his hands. She had to come out at some point; he was determined to wait even if he died of hypothermia. His grip tightened around the bouquet of flowers; he wasn’t sure anymore if she even liked flowers. Her hair always smelled like lilies or lavender, and the simple memory of that made his heart skip a beat and his lips curl up into a smile. Would she ever loosen the grip she had on his heart?

Jungkook was positive, repeating what he wanted to say to her in his head over and over again, that she would forgive him - she just had to - if she just listened to what he had to say there was no way she could still be mad at him. Not only did she ignore all his messages and calls for two days straight but Taehyung also wasn’t speaking to him unless it was absolutely necessary during practice. Surely, he would come around too once he had made things right with y/n. Nothing felt like it was supposed to when one of his best friends and the girl he was in love with were both mad at him. The chime of the little bell above the door, followed by footsteps made him look up, only to be disappointed to see a group of friends leaving the restaurant. He let out a frustrated sigh but when the view of the door cleared, he saw her. She was looking right at him, recognizing him instantly despite his disguise. Just by looking at her, he could feel the tension building up inside her. Time seemed to have slowed down as they just stared at each other for a few seconds and Jungkook felt like his heart had slipped down into his stomach and was on its way out of his body.

Shakily he inhaled and took a few steps towards her, she was still in her work uniform; a white blouse tucked into a burgundy skirt. She had only draped her favorite oversized denim jacket over her shoulders in this cold weather; making him want to take off his jacket and wrap her up inside of it to keep her warm. “Hey.” He mumbled, unsure of how to approach her. It almost felt like there was an invisible wall between them that was impossible for him to climb over. “Hi.” By the tone of her voice, he just knew she wasn’t happy to see him here. Jungkook took his bottom lip in between his teeth as the tension between them filled the air, momentarily glad that she couldn’t see his anxious state behind the mask. “Can we go somewhere?” He cautiously asked, entirely prepared for her to give him another chance to explain himself.

“No. What do you want?” Her fingers wrapped tightly around the strap of her purse, knuckles turning white from the pressure. “I-I…” He had a hard time coming up with coherent sentences; the words just seemed to escape his memory the second he tried wrapping his tongue around them. “I don’t have time, I have to get the metro home.” Jungkook closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. “Can we talk, please?” “About what? There’s nothing to say. You think I’m poor. I got the message, now leave me alone.” She turned to walk away, but he lunged forward to stand in her way.

“No! Don’t just walk away from me. You don’t have to say anything, just listen to me for one minute, okay?” Sending a quick prayer up to heavens in hopes that one of the many gods would grant his wish. “I guess…fine…” She shrugged before crossing her arms over her chest. Unsure if this was the right place to have this conversation; he looked around. It was getting late and fewer people were out and about at this time during the week but talking about his feelings in the middle of the street where someone could overhear them talking made him feel nauseous. Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes; this was his only chance to make things right with her and he had to take it. “I didn’t mean any of the things you heard me say to Taehyung. I was just trying to cover up the fact that I said your name instead of Yina’s when I asked him for advice on a White Day present. I know, it wasn’t right but I couldn’t think of anything better that wouldn’t cause him to ask more questions about us. And I did want to buy you something special and he knows you and I know, I fucked this all up. But I don’t care how much money you have or don’t have. All I care about is you and being with you and I don’t wanna lose you over the fact that I was just trying to keep you and me a secret.” He rambled, hoping that she’d understand - nothing he said made sense to him; his brain fogging up with the fear of losing her. “I love you, okay? I’m sorry that I said those things but you have to believe me that I didn’t mean them.” Her eyes were glued to the pavement but he could see her bottom lip trembling. “It was just really hurtful to hear those words from you. I know, I’m not as cool and successful as Yina and I can’t afford to buy designer clothes but that doesn’t mean that I’m your or anyone’s charity case. It made me feel like shit, Jungkook and it made the little voice inside my head even louder that keeps telling me I’m not good enough for you.” He closed the distance between them, taking her hand in his. “Noona, you are too good for me. Why would you even think that you’re not enough?” “I don’t know. It’s a lot of little things that make me feel insecure about us. We keep hiding our relationship and it just feels like you’re not willing to take the next step sometimes.” Jungkook swallowed hard; until now it had never crossed his mind that it was making her feel this way. Yes, he knew she wanted him to break things off with Yina but not once did he realize that it made her feel insecure about herself or how he viewed her. To him, she was the only girl he wanted; the one who made him happy even on his saddest days, the one who made him feel like he could do anything and that the opinions of other people didn’t matter as long as she loved him. “No no, y/n! Please, I don’t want you to feel that way. I’ll do whatever you want me to do, just don’t break up with me.” She nodded; he waited for an answer but she kept quiet for a while. “Are those for me?” She asked, pointing at the flowers he was still holding. “Ah yes.” He handed them to her, watching as she carefully inspected them. It still didn’t feel right; not wanting to push for an answer he quietly decided to give her more time; she possibly just needed to sleep on whether she could forgive him or not. “They’re really pretty, thank you.” She flashed him a small smile that made his heart shoot right back up to his chest. “Do you want me to give you a ride home? I borrowed a company car.” He offered carefully and as she nodded, he held out his hand for her to lace her fingers with his.

It was a small step in the right direction when he held her hand while walking to the car. Jungkook knew that he would have to work harder to show her that she was special to him even with small gestures like these. “Are you cold? Do you want my jacket?” He offered, rubbing his thumb over the back of her hand. “No thank you. I’m okay.” She said, looking up at him. “You look very pretty in your uniform by the way.” He could feel his cheeks heating up as the words left his mouth, feeling relieved that the mask was covering it up. “Stop it.” The smile on her face was a dead give away that she actually liked it. “You’re being too cute.” Jungkook unlocked the car, helping her get in before getting into the driver's seat himself. Y/n adjusted her position to face him. She reached over pulling his mask down before taking his hat off to run her fingers through his hair. “There you are. I missed your face.” She whispered but before she could say anything else, he cupped her face with both of his hands, crashing his lips onto hers. His tongue greedily forcing its way inside her mouth, hoping she would understand how much he needed and loved her. Her tongue collided with his, her hands grabbing onto the collar of his jacket. After a few minutes, they pulled away from each other both panting as if the kiss had sucked the air out of their lungs. “Do you want to go somewhere?” It was a risky proposal, fully aware that he still didn’t know if they were still together or not but her eyes lit up at his question. “Yes, please. I was hoping you’d say that.” He started the engine, knowing exactly where he was going to take her. A place where they could be themselves; no interruptions, no sneaking around. * Y/n unlocked the door to their hotel room. “Oh, this is nice.” “I knew you’d like it. I found this hotel a couple of weeks ago.” He followed her into the room, looking around only to find the tub right next to the big king-sized bed. “Now I know why you picked this motel, pervert.” She laughed, nudging him with her elbow. He could feel the heat rushing to his cheeks again. “If you want, I can go to the convenient store and get us some snacks and a few drinks and you can take a bath.” “That’s actually not a bad idea, I smell like meat and smoke from the grills.” She walked around the room; it wasn’t too fancy but it would do for the night. “Look Kookie, they even have robes.” “They do? Nice!” He crossed the room, taking one from the small closet. “And they’re soft too.” She threw her’s on the bed, turning on the water to fill up the tub while she inspected the various bathroom essentials provided by the hotel. He watched her bend over to pick up a bottle of body wash from a tray, biting down harder than necessary on his cheek. This was not the time to get turned on by his girlfriend, he averted his gaze but looked right back at her when her arms moved to pull the blouse from the waistband of the skirt. Jungkook wrapped his arms around her from behind, following the curve of her neck with the tip of his nose as she slowly unbuttoned her shirt. “I will be right back. I’m taking the spare key so you don’t have to open the door for me, okay?” She turned around humming a yes before softly planting a peck on his lips. Jungkook carried two plastic bags with snacks and drinks while trying to unwrap one of the lollipops he had bought as he walked down the dimly lit corridor to their room. Y/n was exhausted from her shift and he was more than happy to just cuddle with her and watch a movie but his dick betrayed him the moment he set foot into the room again. The bubbles made it hard for him to see much of her, only the mounds of her breasts peeking out a little from underneath the foam. Trying to distract himself, he took his jacket off, carelessly throwing it on the chair before he began arranging the drinks and snacks neatly on the small desk. “What flavor is your lollipop?” She asked, scooting closer to the edge of the bathtub. “Cherry.” He mumbled with the stick wedged in between his teeth. “Cherry? Really? She pulled a face. “Why didn’t you get strawberry?” “Because they only had one left and I got that one for you.” “You’re the best.” She leaned back, her eyes following him as he walked over to the bed. “I’m trying. So do you want to watch a movie? I know the selection is not great but I’m sure we’ll find something.” “You pick.”

Jungkook shifted in his position, pretending to flip through the list of movies the motel had available. Focusing on anything else was a lot more difficult than he had expected. From the corners of his eyes he kept looking at her; how she moved the bubbles around with her hands or splashing the water with her feet. When suddenly she sat up, reaching for the shampoo bottle. With her arms lifted up, her breasts were fully exposed, the soapy water slowly running down her skin, nipples hardening as the cool air grazed them. Jungkook gulped, not being able to look away; his dick straining hard against the denim of his jeans. With her hands in her hair lathering up the shampoo, her boobs did the occasional small bounce, making his length throb against his thigh. “Everything okay, baby? You look a little pale.” He cleared his throat. “Yeah, I’m fine. Is it just me or is it really warm in here?” A nervous chuckled fell from his lips as he ran his hand through his hair as a coverup. “It’s my fault..” He nodded, it was her fault - she was absolutely right. “I like my bathwater to be really hot but I’m getting out now.” Quickly he turned his head, giving her at least some privacy in the small room until he noticed he could see her reaching for the towel in the mirror. He groaned, letting himself fall back on the bed; to his delight, there were no mirrors on the ceiling. “You’re so quiet.” Her voice was unbelievable close now, the mattress shifted and he felt her body on top of his, straddling his hips. She was just wearing the robe loosely tied around the waist. Her skin was still wet, glistening from the light above the bed; Jungkook’s pupils followed the small water droplets disappearing between her breasts. Pulling the lollipop from his mouth, she laid it on the bedside table before leaning forwards to pepper small kisses along his jawline. The shallow breaths he was taking were not helping him relax in the slightest when his dick was throbbing so hard against his leg, afraid he’d explode at any second. “Hmm, you smell so good, Kookie.” She whispered, lips ghosting over his neck. Hands flying to grab her waist when she began sucking on the skin next to his Adam’s apple. “Ah noona, don’t.” He whined, fingers digging into the white fuzzy robe. She pulled away, her tongue darting out to lick up the column of his throat. “But you’d look so pretty with a mark on your neck.” She pouted, fingertips brushing over the already tinted patch of skin. The nod of his head was barely noticeable, eyes fluttering shut instantly when her lips reconnected with his skin. Clumsily he tried to untie her robe, he wanted to touch her and shift his attention to something else, welcoming any distraction with open arms. Hands disappearing underneath it, he let them graze over her thighs until he reached the two round mounds of flesh he had started to love more and more each day. His nails leaving behind crescent moon shapes on her butt-cheeks from holding on to them until she decided the bruise on his neck was prominent enough for her liking. “It kind of looks like heart, cute.” She giggled, lifting herself up to attack his lips. Impatiently Jungkook’s hands were digging into her skin, then rubbing it before resorting to tapping on it every so lightly like he was patting a puppy, not wanting to risk hurting her. Her tongue was swirling around his, playing a slow torturous game he would end up losing when she pulled away without warning. Teeth gently dragging from his jaw up to his ear. “It’s okay, go ahead, baby.” Jungkook froze while simultaneously goosebumps spread all over his body. Wanting to hide his face in embarrassment, he vividly shook his head. “No, I can’t.” The memories of his hyungs wincing in pain after he jokingly spanked them flashed before his eyes; yes, he had been wanting to do it to her but he knew how strong he was. The mere idea of her being in pain made him push that urge into the back corner of his brain - he put her through enough emotional pain already there was no need for physical pain as well. “No, it’s really okay. You can try…” She cupped his face, forcing him to look at her. “I just don’t want to hurt you, noona.” He muttered, cheeks burning up. “You won’t hurt me, I promise. Just do it once to see if you like it.” “O-okay.” He caved at her words, pushing up the robe, not wanting for it to get in the way and adjusting his arm a little for better control over his own strength.

Jungkook held his breath until the palm of his hand harshly came down on her cheek. The loud slapping sound made his body tingle with arousal as his teeth dug into his bottom lip. She gasped, her body scooting upwards a few inches from the pure force of his hand. “Did you like it?” She whispered in his ear; a loving smile played on her lips as he silently mouthed a ‘yes’, too shocked at how good it made him feel to finally have experienced what he dreamt of for so long. “Again?” Her suggestion evoked an excited nod from him, adrenaline rushing through his veins. “Wait. Sit up.” She ordered him, with a confused look on his face he did as he was told as she gestured for him to sit on the edge of the bed. She was kneeling beside him, impatiently pulling his shirt over his head before discarding it along with the robe on the floor. As her fingers busying themselves with his belt buckle; his eyes were glued to her as he lifted his hips a little so she could pull his jeans down. A wave of relief washed over him now that his erection was solely confined to the soft, stretchy fabric of his briefs. Smoothly her fingertips traced the outline of the tip poking out, eliciting a breathy sigh from him, making the knot of impatience in his stomach grow bigger.

He sucked in a sharp breath as his gaze wandered over the soft curves of her body. “What are we gonna do now?” Without any explanation she laid across his lap, adjusting her body so his thigh propped up her ass a little. “Now you can go to town…” She giggled, resting her chin on her folded arms in front of her chest. The palm of his hand rubbing up and down on the back of her legs. “But y/n, what if I hurt you…I really can’t…” She lifted her head, looking over her shoulder into his weary eyes. She knew he needed encouragement, he had a habit of holding back, his shy side getting the upper hand when it came to trying new things. “Yes, you can! Please, Kookie.” She pursed her lips, bottom lip sticking out.

His heart was hammering against his ribcage at the sound of his nickname rolling off her tongue so smoothly. He was weak, saying no to her was nearly impossible for him. “Just tell me when it’s too much, baby.” He muttered, gulping down the oxygen he inhaled as he lifted his arm up once again. His hand firmly came crashing down on her right butt cheek without warning, making her flinch. The small wince she made echoed in his ears making his dick twitch in agony against his leg and her stomach. For a moment he just looked at her; fists holding on tightly to the duvet, face buried in white fabric to muffle any sound. Jungkook knew she had sensitive skin, so he wasn’t surprised to already find his red handprint on her, taking the time to admire how much prettier the mark made her ass look. A sense of pride was spreading in his chest as it was almost like one of the secretly hidden love bites he left on her from time to time to mark his territory.

She reached for his other arm that had been resting right under her shoulder blades to hold her down, pulling it to the side so she could hold onto it. “Please keep going.” She obediently wiggled her butt to entice him, and he was more than happy to provide. Repeatedly his palm roughly connected with her behind, his dick twitching with every slap, precum dripping from the tip, dampening the black cotton of his briefs. He took a big swing, his hand hurting from the impact as she cried out his name. “Oh god, I’m sorry, baby. That was too much, wasn’t it?” Gently he rubbed small circles on the irritated skin, it was burning hot and a wave of guilt washed over him. “No, no. It’s okay, it felt good.” “No, we’re gonna stop. I don't want to hurt you.” “But you’re not hurting me. It feels good.” Jungkook’s eyebrows were tightly knitted together in confusion; she cried out in pain but still wanted him to keep going? The concept of pleasure in pain overwhelming his thoughts. “You don’t have to play along just because it’s something I wanted to do…” He mumbled, wanting to soothe her skin but he didn’t know how. She spread her legs a little; baffling him even more. “Check for yourself if I liked it or not.” His eyes widened as his fingers dove in between her folds, the sticky juices coating his fingers so easily; igniting the desire in his chest to bury his face between her thighs forever. Shallowly he exhaled, inspecting the arousal that was making his index and middle finger stick together. “Fuck..” The gasp was almost inaudible. “You’re dripping wet, baby.” “Told you I liked it, so please don’t stop.” She pouted, quickly placing a peck on his wrist, their fingers still laced together. Focusing back to her ass he looked for a patch of skin that had yet to receive more of his attention.

Edged on by the pleasurable sound of spanking, mixed with the whines and moans from her, Jungkook found it hard to stop himself and soon her ass was tinted in a pretty peachy pink; his handprints still visible in the midst of it. The sheer amount of endorphins flooding his body made him feel lightheaded. “Kookie, stop.” She whined, his hand coming to halt mid-air. “I don’t think I can take any more.” “Okay.” He leaned forward to place soft open-mouthed kisses on the tortured flesh, his lips feeling the burning warmth of his previous actions. “You were so good, noona.” He mumbled, tracing the raised outline of his handprints with the tip of his tongue.

Slowly the tingling sensation pricking at the palm of his hand subsided and he swiftly let it disappear between her legs, wanting to get a taste of her. As his tongue circled around his fingers, he noticed light cracks in her skin near the crevasse of her cheeks connecting to her thighs. “I think I went a little too hard on you.” Brushing over the red lines with his thumb, he elicited a hiss from her lips as she tried to sit up. Carefully holding onto her waist he helped her into an upward position. “No, you didn’t. I’m fine.” “Are you sure?” “Mhmm.” Wrapping one of her arms around his neck to steady herself, she hungrily reconnected their lips, lulling him into a playful kiss that in reality was a far cry from innocence. Sneakily her fingers pulled down the waistband of his briefs, making Jungkook shudder as the cool air hit his throbbing hard member. Tightly she wrapped her hand around the base, giving it a few good strokes, using the pad of the thumb to spread the beads of precum spilling from the engorged head, making him moan into her mouth. Breaking the kiss, she smiled down at his crotch. “You’ve been hard for so long, baby. I felt you poking me the whole time…” Jungkook groaned as she twisted her hand in an upward motion. “Do you want me to suck you off?” He shook his head ferociously; wanting to be inside of her more than ever. “Get on all fours.” Happily obliging as her eyes lit up at his words, she smirked towards him before crawling to the middle of the mattress so that she was on her hands and knees, allowing him to the stand up as he quickly discarded his briefs and taking his position behind her. With gentle force he pushed her head down in between the two pillows, the grip he had on his cock was a little too tight as he slowly dragged it up and down her slit, getting it nice and wet before letting the tip slip inside. “Fuck.” Jungkook’s eyes fluttered shut momentarily as the utter feeling of bliss of her warmth swallowed him up. He pulled out, only to thrust back in immediately; the wet noise was like music to his ears. “Fuck my cock inside you and your ass all red…baby it looks so pretty.” “Wanna see…” She whined, wriggling her hips as he slammed against the discolored flesh of hers. “Phone…I’ll take a pic.” With her arm stretched out as far as it would go, she fished his phone from the bedside table and blindly held it up for him. “No, I wanna see what you see…I want to see how pretty it looks when you fuck me like that.” His hand was shaking in nervous anticipation when he tapped on the lock screen to open the camera. Finding the perfect angle sooner than he had expected, he lined himself up with her entrance before pressing the tiny red circle on the screen; pushing back inside as the ding from his phone announced that it started recording now. “Ooh…Jungkook.” She moaned, her walls contracting around him a few times as he slowly rolled his hips against her to not lose control just yet.

Movements coming to a halt at the sound of his name, crooking his eyebrows as he pulled out, the tip of his dick ghosting near the stretched hole. He didn’t know how much he loved his name rolling off her sweet tongue when she sounded so needy for his cock. “Kookie…” She whimpered, wiggling her hips, trying to lure him back in. An empty feeling spreading inside her ever since he pulled out so suddenly. “No, say my name again, baby. That was so sexy.” Momentarily she hid her face against the white cushion so he wouldn’t see the smirk on her face. “Jungkook…” She mewled, willing to do anything for him, missing the feeling of him inside her already. “Ugh fuck.” His hand held on tightly to her hip and he thrust back inside with all the strength he could muster: making her body scoot up the bed a little. His thrusts were hard and slow, but she needed more. She adjusted her position a little, shoving her arm in-between her body and the mattress, her fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in little figure-eights; quickening her heartbeat instantly as the knot in her stomach started to grow bigger. Involuntarily the moans kept escaping his lips, it just felt too good to finally be one with her again. “Ohmygod.” He whined, a breath getting caught in his throat as his free hand spread her cheeks apart to get a better shot of his dick sliding in and out.

“Noona…” Sharply he sucked air in through gritted teeth when his hand hardly slapped her left cheek once again. “Stop touching yourself.” She whined, pulling her hand away from the swollen bud; the pulsating feeling making it hard for her to resist the urge of ignoring his order. Jungkook needed more time if she kept playing with herself, edging herself on he wouldn’t be able to last much longer. “Fuck.” He groaned, locking his phone and throwing it on the bed. Jungkook just couldn’t take it any longer; he had been holding back for so long that he was about to lose his mind.

Fingernails digging into her skin, the veins on his arms popping out from using all the strength he had left to hold her still. His hips pistoning into her, bottoming out with each thrust. She buried her face into the pillow, muffling the moans to Jungkook’s dismay. “No baby, I wanna hear you.” He panted, chest rising and falling quickly but she didn’t listen to his plea; sinking her teeth into the cushion as he hit the right spot over and over again, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. Reaching out, he grabbed a fist full of her hair to lift her head up a little but she was fighting back, covering her hands with her mouth. Tightening the grip on her hair he pulled her body up against his, letting go of her locks to place both of his hands on her ribs for support. Tongue darting out, licking a hot wet stripe from her shoulder to her neck. His large hands cupping her breasts easily; rolling her already hard nipples between his fingers, sending an electric shockwave down to her core, making her clench around him harder than before. “Baby…” She whined, one of her arms stretching backward to clutch his messy hair that was sticking to his forehead; beads of sweat dripping down his temples making their way down his neck. Tenderly pushing her left breast upwards he whispered, “Suck” into her ear; closing his eyes as he listened to the wet sucking noises blending in seamlessly with the stifled moans while his hips relentlessly slammed into her with no remorse. Her tight walls were assiduously convulsing around his dick, making him cave in as their attempt to milk him dry succeeded. He let go of her, forcing her to hold herself up on her shaking arms. The pleasure of the contractions giving him newfound energy to mercilessly thrust into her at a rapid pace; his nails digging into her hips, trying to hold her as still as possible while he was chasing down his orgasm like a madman. “Baby I’m so close…” She whimpered, drowned out by the sound of skin slapping on skin. Erratic moans filled the air that were sure to be heard by the people next door when Jungkook finally exploded deep inside of her, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes when he finally found his release. The hot streams of semen painting her walls white pushed her over the edge, the tight knot in her stomach bursting into a million pieces, making her ears momentarily go deaf. “Fuck.." He reached around, holding onto her boobs, kneading them and pinching her nipples; still thrusting sloppily to help her ride out her orgasm. Arms wrapping around her waist to hold her shaky body in place, his dick still buried deep inside her, walls occasionally still clenching; Jungkook nestled his face in between her shoulders, panting hard against her back. His lips leaving a trail of soft kisses down her spine. Slowly he pulled out, making her whimper in response as his cum deliberately pooled at her entrance threatening to trickle down her folds; he laid down on his back limbs stretched out like a starfish, eyes resting on her as she did the same. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” She shook her head, unable to speak just yet. “You were amazing, noona. I almost wish I lasted longer.” She laughed quietly, lazily rolling onto her side to rest her head on his chest, lips leaving feather like kisses behind. Jungkook wrapped his arm around her torso, legs tangling together. Eyes peering down at her; he remembered how she could barely even stand to look at him earlier that night. He was nervous to ask the question that was still burning on his mind. “Does this mean we’re okay now?” “Yes, baby.” She answered, not looking up at him, her finger drawing infinity signs on his chest. A smile spread across his face as he ever so lightly pressed his lips against her forehead, feeling like the luckiest guy on earth that he didn’t lose her because of his own stupidity.

“So can I see that video now?” He reached for his phone, handing it to her. Overwhelmed by a feeling of embarrassment to hear his moans from the tiny speaker, he almost couldn’t bear to watch the video so instead, he looked at her watching it. “It does look really pretty, you were right.” “You look really pretty.” Jungkook mumbled, entangling her hair in his fingers. “Your cock looks really pretty too...” “What?” He burst out laughing at her blunt statement. “Don’t laugh! I love it, it’s my favorite.” Flustered by her words he let out a whimper. “Y/n don’t say things like that.” * Slowly she broke the kiss after what felt like forever. “Do you have to go?” Jungkook asked, his lips tightly pressed together into a pout. “I don’t want you to go.” She chuckled, ruffling his hair. “I don’t want to go either but…” “Then stay, we can go to another hotel until tonight..” “Kookie, you know I can’t. My brother is probably already mad at me for not coming home last night.” He nodded, admitting defeat. “But you’re still coming over for game night tomorrow, right?” “Of course, Tae keeps reminding me because I’m the only one willing to play the penguin game with him.” “I can’t believe he still likes that game after playing literally over a hundred times.” “He’s good at it, I get why he likes it. Let him be.” She leaned over the console to kiss him one last time. “Text me.” “You know I will.” Desperation flared up in his chest, trying to lull her into a new make-out session that would make her stay a little longer but she pulled away sooner than he would have liked. Before she could fully open the car door, he quickly reached behind the passenger seat. “Noona, wait.” Her eyes widened when she saw the little cherry blossom gift bag he was holding. “This is for you.” “What? I told you, I don’t want anything.” “I know, I know but still, I wanted to give you something.” Carefully she took the bag from him, fingertips tracing the gold sticker that was sealing the two sides together. “Open it when you’re alone, okay?” Like a deer in headlights, she looked at him in shock, cheeks flushing. “No, no. It’s nothing dirty. I just…” Cupping his cheeks, she lovingly kissed him, letting her lips linger for a little longer than usual. “Thank you.” She got out of the car, clutching the little bag tightly to her chest as if she had to protect it at all costs. Quickly she made her way up to her shared apartment on the fourteenth floor. After arranging the flowers from Jungkook in a vase, she found a post-it note stuck to the door of her room. “We’ll talk when I get home.” For a brief moment, her heart sank; Kyong always worried about her; as her older brother, he felt the need to protect her even if she didn’t want or need it. Guilt flooded her mind, she should’ve texted him that she wasn’t coming home, fully aware that he probably had been worried sick all night but when she was with Jungkook, he was all she could think about; nothing and nobody else mattered. Sitting down on her bed, adjusting her body in a way to ease the pressure on her sore bottom, she snagged the seal of the bag with her fingernail, eagerly reaching for the neatly folded paper on top. Growing up, she always disliked her name but seeing it in Jungkook’s handwriting or hearing him say it, made her heart flutter. Nervously scanning the paper she realized that his thoughts must have been all over the place while writing it; all the words he had crossed out, only write down the same word again. Y/n,

It was never my intention to hurt you and make you cry, again. I’m hoping you can find it in your heart to forgive me for being the stupid idiot that I am. You said you like thunderstorms, so what are a few raindrops between us? You know me better than anyone else, so you know I’m not good at these kinds of things. Notes like this one are supposed to be filled with apologies and I love you’s but there are no words to describe how you make me feel. The only thing I’m sure of is that you came into my life when I needed you the most and I’m not ready to let you go. I don’t care much for gifts and, I know you don’t either but this is my present to you for missing all our anniversary dates. I’m so sorry I hurt your feelings and I promise I will do better for you,… for us. I love you

A crystalline teardrop stained the white paper, smudging some of the ink. Jungkook really was an idiot sometimes; but he was her idiot and no matter what he did, she would always find a way to forgive him.; nobody would ever make her feel the same way only he could. Putting the letter aside, she reached into the bag, pulling out a fluffy pink plush bunny. The tag on the ear had another little note attached to it. For the nights I can’t be with you. With a smile she traced the words; she didn’t need much from him, this was enough to show he cared - it was a thoughtful gift, something to make her feel better and to remind her of him all the nights she had to spend alone in her bed. Pressing the bunny tightly to her chest, squishing it as hard as she possibly could, she let her body fall back onto the plush mattress, flinching when a cold piece of metal came in contact with the exposed skin on her arm. In a knee-jerk reaction, she sat back up, tilting the bunny’s head. With Eyes the size of baby worlds, she dropped the little pink ball of fluff, hands flying to cover her mouth. “Oh, no…he didn’t…” Tears blurring her sight, it wasn’t easy to wrap her head around the fact that he would go out of his way to buy her such an expensive gift; the bunny was enough. It was tearing at her heartstrings that the boy she loved must have felt so bad about the things he had said that he spent more on her than he’d ever spend on himself. The custom ringtone blaring from her purse snapped her back to reality, clumsily pulling her phone out to answer. “Noona, have you opened your present yet?” Jungkook’s giddy voice made the tears fall uncontrollably. “I have.” It felt like her throat was closing up; overwhelmed by feeling too many things at once. “You’re crazy, I can’t accept it.” Wholeheartedly he started laughing at the other end of the line. “Yes, you can. It’s yours.” “No, I’m giving it back to you tomorrow.” She hiccuped, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. “It’s too much. I could never repay you, Kookie.” “Good thing, I don't want you to repay me. Just wear it, that’ll make me happy.” Nodding in response, forgetting that he couldn’t see her, she anxiously let her fingertips glide over the white gold Cartier bangle around the bunny’s neck. “Baby?” Absentmindedly she hummed in response at the sound of the pet name. “I love you.” His voice was soft, almost a whisper yet filled with so much love. “I love you too…so much.” * Ha-na was standing in the doorway to the kitchen, watching as Yina got some plates out of the cupboard to set the table for dinner. Clicking her tongue to announce herself, she slowly walked over to the island, leaning against it. “Oh hey, Ha-na,” Yina said sweetly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “How was work today?” “It was fine.” She didn’t come to have a nice chat with her friend about her day, she was on a mission to put her back in her place after upsetting Taehyung with her mean comments about his best friend. “Can I talk to you for a second?” The puzzled look on Yina’s face gave away how confused she was. “Sure. Is something bothering you?” “Funny that you’d say that…actually yes.” Yina turned her back, counting the chopsticks they would need late. “What is it?” The way she acted like an innocent little puppy made Ha-na’s jaw clench with tension.

“So I talked to Tae yesterday…” She trailed off, keeping an eye on every single movement the other girl made; she flinched at the mention of his name - it was barely noticeable but she did. “And he said that you were being mean to y/n.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She laughed her fake laugh, making herself look even more suspicious. “Oh, I think you do. He told me that you basically called her a slut and looked down on her for not having a lot of money. It really upset Taehyung and when you upset my boyfriend, you’re upsetting me.” “Ha-na, you know me…I would never do that.” Picking up the plates, she tried to move past her to get to the table but Ha-na stood in her way. “I believe Taehyung when he tells me that you were badmouthing her all afternoon the other day and I need you to stop doing that.” “I-I... Ha-na look, I really didn’t want to upset Tae…” “But you did.” “I know and I’m sorry but I just got frustrated.” “Go on…” Ha-na crossed her arms in front of her chest. “Things with Jungkook haven’t been easy the last few months. He’s been very distant and cold towards me and I honestly don’t know why.” Yina lowered her head, hair falling in front of her face to hide that she was on the verge of crying. “He doesn’t really touch me anymore and he barely texts me back. I feel like I’m bothering him with my presence and the other day when I saw him look at y/n in those clothes, I just snapped. I didn’t mean to hurt Tae or her but I got so jealous that I just said those mean things without thinking of the repercussions.” Swallowing the lump in her throat Ha-na made a step towards the taller girl, wrapping her arm around her shoulder. “It’s not y/n’s fault; she did nothing wrong. I just took my frustration and jealousy out on her and I’m sorry for saying those things about her to Tae. I know she’s his best friend and I just tried to push his buttons because I didn’t know what else to do about her going to Jungkook’s room with him and him looking at her the way he used to look at me.” “Yina, look…” Ha-na began, an uneasy feeling swimming in her stomach, subconsciously piecing the pieces together of what had been her theory for weeks now. “I get why you said those things, I really do but it’s not going to solve anything if you upset the people around you when you really need to have a talk with Jungkook.” “I know but every time I try, he just blows me off.” “I’m sure he’s just stressed out. It’s normal to have rough patches in your relationship. He loves you; he’ll come around.“ Although it had been her intention to be firm with Yina, Ha-na couldn’t help but feel for her. She wanted to tell her that everything would be okay but something stopped those words from leaving her mouth. *

They were all sitting around the big kitchen table, eating Italian takeout and trying to decide on the games they would play tonight. “Let’s not play Monopoly again after what happened last time…” Yoongi took a sip of red wine, eyeing Jimin over the rim of his glass. “What are you trying to say, hyung?” The younger one inquired, raising his eyebrows. “Oh, nothing! Just that you got mad because you had to pay pretty much all of your money to Hoseok…” “Who buys an entire street and builds so many houses on it that it would financially ruin everyone else?” Jimin sulked, feeling the rage of injustice from the last game night rise up again in his stomach. “You’re just mad because I’m exceptionally good at Monopoly.” Hobi grinned widely at his roommate, making the others laugh, everyone except Jungkook who was carefully looking at y/n who sat across the table from him. The butterflies flying around in his tummy like a whirlwind of happiness that she was wearing the bracelet. “No, you just got lucky! I demand a rematch today.” Jimin stood up, slamming his fist on the table. “Fine, but don’t get mad if you lose again.” The older boy shrugged, stuffing some risotto into his mouth. Jungkook’s attention shifted from Jimin to her again; she had been eating normally until just a moment ago. “Noona, is everything okay?” He asked, worry painted all over his face as she just moved the rest of her food around on the plate. “I- my stomach doesn’t feel so good…” She mumbled, putting the fork down. Jumping to his feet, almost tipping over the chair Jungkook was already on his way to leave the kitchen. “I’ll get you some medicine that will make you feel better.” Biting down on his tongue before he could call her baby by accident, he sprinted down the corridor to the cupboard where they kept a stash of medicine for emergencies. She looked at Yina, who was silently sitting in her chair with a stone cold expression on her face, only her sad eyes giving her away. “Have you been feeling like this all day?” Namjoon propped his elbow up on the table while trying to twirl his spaghetti with his fork. “No, it only just started.” “Well if she hadn’t eaten so much…” Yina’s snide remark didn’t go unnoticed by everyone in the room when her best friend came to her defense right away. “Ya! What’s your problem? Do you really think you can talk about y/n like that?” Tae barked, anger radiating off of him. It wasn’t exactly easy to make him mad, he was usually very patient and willing to let a lot of things slide up to a certain point but when he had enough, things could get ugly rather quickly. Inhaling shakily, at the harsh words that were being thrown around, she gently placed her hand on Taehyung’s arm in an attempt to calm him down. The guilt of sleeping with Jungkook creeping up on her, making her feel even sicker than before. She knew Yina acted out because her boyfriend never paid much attention to her anymore; entirely shifting his focus to her, showing so much empathy and affection towards her. But it wasn’t her fault that they were irrevocably in love with each other. “No, it’s okay. It’s fine Tae, I promise.” “No, it’s not okay! She has been so rude and cruel to you for so long, I’m not gonna deal with it anymore. Yina, if you can’t respect my best friend, you should just leave!” He looked intimidating when he stood up, pointing at the door, his voice firm with a stern look on his face. “What the hell? Why are you attacking me? It was a joke.” Yina rolled her eyes, crossing her arms looking at the others, expecting one of them to stick up for her but they all kept quiet. Jimin was the first one to speak up, agreeing with Taehyung. “To be honest, you have been mean to y/n.” Jungkook walked back into the kitchen, eyes quickly scanning the small bottle of medicine he was holding when he stood still in his tracks looking at his friends. He was the youngest but he could feel the tension in the room trying to swallow him up, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. “Fine, I’m leaving.” Yina got up, turning to her boyfriend. “Jungkook were going to my place.” Like a child who had lost his parents in a store, he stood there looking at everyone, not a clue what was going on, his doe eyes full of questions. “Wait! Why? We were going to have a game night here.” Furrowing his brows at the sudden change of plans. “Not us. Let’s go.” Yina held out her hand for him to take when he locked eyes with y/n; he could tell she was about to cry - her lips tightly pressed together in order to keep it together in front of the others. His hands were trembling, as he balled them into fists. Enmity making his skin crawl when he spoke, not liking that Yina wanted to take time away from him he could be spending with y/n. “Look, I don’t know why you’re acting like this but you can leave if you want, I’m not going anywhere.” Usually, he was soft-spoken and sweet but everyone could sense the hostility and resentment in his voice. Without a word, Yina turned around storming out of the kitchen, the heavy front door slamming shut only moments later. The silence in the room felt suffocating; no one was saying a word until Jungkook sat down next to her. “Noona, here’s your medicine. It’ll make you feel better soon.” He smiled his top lip curling up, bunny teeth on full display. “Wow Jk, you’re really not gonna go after her? Good for you, but why?” Ha-na swirled the red wine around in the glass; curiosity getting the better of her when she had so many questions and finally needed some answers. “Doesn’t even matter anymore, she’s not welcome here!” Taehyung chimed in before the youngest member could answer her question, simply nodding in agreement. Ha-na propped up her arms on the table, lacing her fingers together to rest her chin on them; wondering why Jungkook didn’t even question her boyfriend’s statement, only manifesting her suspicion that something was very wrong.

Jungkook rolled onto his back; it was 3 in the morning and he just couldn’t fall asleep when she was sleeping in the living room, only a few meters away and not in his bed. He let out a sigh; frustrated beyond belief that he didn’t get to kiss her goodnight with all of his members around. Especially Taehyung had made it nearly impossible for him to spend some alone time with her; hovering around his best friend like he had to make sure she was okay all night. After the initial drama during dinner, the night had still been fun; drinking and playing games, Jimin yelling at Hoseok for winning again at Monopoly, accusing him of cheating at every game they played. The buzz of the beer was slowly wearing off and he longed to hold her in his arms and kiss her. Closing his eyes tightly, he tried to listen for any signs of someone still being awake but it was quiet in the apartment so he swung his legs off the bed and tiptoed to his bedroom door. The echoing of his bare feet on the floor sounded like a herd of zebras in the night with everyone asleep; a smile spreading on his face when he spied her sleeping figure on the couch. Kneeling down next to her, he took in how peaceful and happy she looked; her mouth gape in an o-shape. She scrunched up her nose when her hand scooted up from underneath the blanket to rub her face. Hopeful, he wasn’t going to disrupt a nice dream, Jungkook gently caressed her cheek. “Baby…” He whispered, her eyes fluttering open immediately. “Is it morning already?” “No, I just wanted to…” He held his breath, feeling bad for being selfish and waking her up. “Go back to sleep, I’m sorry.” He was about to push himself up when she grabbed his hand holding him back. “No, is something wrong?” He nodded. “Yeah, I didn’t kiss you goodnight.” Thankful that the darkness was hiding how embarrassed he felt for saying that out loud; the sound of her giggle making his heart skip a beat. “Then what are you waiting for?” She cupped his cheeks, shakily brushing the tip of her nose against his when he quickly closed the small distance, pressing his lips onto hers. Her tongue was trying to get access to his mouth but he pulled away. Now that she was sitting up, Tae’s silky pajama shirt revealed the soft curve of her breasts, making it hard for him to focus on anything else. “I-we can’t do that here…” He whispered. “And why not? Everyone is sleeping.” “If one of them goes to the bathroom, we’re screwed…” But he had an idea, lacing their fingers together he pulled her to the kitchen. “It’s better here, we’ll have enough time if we hear something.” “Ah Kookie, you’re so smart.” She ran her hand through his hair while he lifted her up on the counter with ease. “Careful, my ass still hurts.” Jungkook took his bottom lip in between his teeth, the images of the other night flashing before his eyes. “But it looks so pretty.” “Sssshhh.” She chuckled, wrapping her legs around his hips and her arms around his neck, finally reconnecting their lips to lick into his warm mouth instantly.

Ha-na reached for her phone underneath the pillow to check the time. On one hand; happy that she still had several hours left before she had to get up; annoyed that her bladder betrayed her in the middle of the night. Carefully not to wake up Taehyung, she loosened his arms from around her. “Shouldn't have had so much red wine…” She cursed under her breath as she quietly left the room. Her hand was resting on the handle of the bathroom door when she heard a noise coming from the living room. Curiosity getting the upper hand, she noiselessly sneaked down the corridor; for a second Ha-na had been sure that it was only y/n sleeping on the couch, making the noise but she wasn’t there. “Where is she?” She faintly whispered to herself, when her ears picked up a giggle coming from the direction to her right. As if her life depended on it, she took one step at a time, skillfully avoiding the squeaking hardwood panels on the floor. Peeping around the corner, Hana’s body froze - recognizing Jungkook’s figure in the dark immediately; the smacking sounds his lips sucking on her neck mixed with y/n soft breathy moans ringing loudly in her ears. Quickly, she covered her mouth to muffle the gasp; screaming on the inside. “You’re mine, okay? You’re all mine…you’re mine…” Jungkook whispered against her neck as she pulled him in closer. Ha-na turned around, leaning against the wall for support; eyes still wide open in shock. She had known it all along - Jungkook was a cheater.

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