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beefboyandbabygirl · 11 months

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Titty-Shirt! (18+)

pairing: pervert!rollercoaster operator!jeonghan x bigtiddie!fem!reader

genre: theme park au??? lmao, coworkers to lovers, kinda enemies to lovers, smut, fluff, lil crack, lil angst

description: you start your new job and your mentor, jeonghan, is the biggest piece of shit you've ever met. you swear you hate him. you swear. he's just also the most gorgeous man you've ever seen.

warnings: whew this requires a lot of warning, first of all a lot of DUBCON BEHAVIOR FROM JEONGHAN INITIALLY (we know she enjoys it to some extent, but he doesnt know), hes a sleazy perverted fuck, tiddie playing, tiddie sucking, tiddie fucking, fingering (f. receiving), dry humping, mirror sex, praise (f. receiving), dirty talk, FINGER SUCKING HNG, a lil degradation (f. receiving), meanie condescending jeonghan turning all soft for ur tiddies :(, V TIDDIE-CENTRIC IF U COULDNT TELL, belinda loves jeonghan, WEED LOTTA WEED, explicit depictions of smoking weed, high sex, this fic sounds rough but it actually has some really soft cute moments, im pretty sure thats it lmk if i forgot smth

quotes from babygirl (@joshibambi): "shove ur cock down my throat treat me like the whore i am", "FUCKING STEP ON ME", "omg hes so disgusting..... im so attracted to him"

wordcount: 13.2k

a/n: the way i raced 2 finish this before im actually moving out... ALSO thinking ab making this a series? like one for each member, the theme being "unusual jobs". like not stuff youd immediately think of like coffee shop or lawyer or ceo or whatever. like. strange jobs. would u guys b on board?

“We’re so excited to have you working with us.”

She had a mole on her nose that was hard to ignore. It was big and exceptionally round - your thoughts flitted back to your dearest Discovery Channel, and how amazing it was that nature could create such perfect spheres. The thought of your couch and your blanket and your most cherished nature docs brought upon a wave of uncertainty. You could just be lying at home, you thought.

“Happy to be here,” you smiled tightly. She was your new manager and she was short and stout and had gray hair and a lovely smile and a round mole on her nose. You tried not to make it obvious you were staring at it.

You were standing in your city’s local theme park under a long path with flower archways. People, kids and parents and ninth graders, swarmed around like bees, standing at booths and in lines to old, janky, rusted roller coasters. It was summer and you were wearing the branded shirt they’d given you, slightly too small, and the matching cap. Insects buzzed past your stray hairs and you looked up at the bright blue sky.

You needed a job, you had known, and your mom had certainly known it too, so you could only lounge around after graduating for a short while, before you opted to apply. This had been your last choice. You’d tried to become some sort of lobby-worker, tried makeup stores and even regular stores. You used to make fun of the people who worked here. But now that person was you, and standing under the archways in the summer sun slathered in sunscreen, you figured you would make the best of it until the busy season was over.

“So,” your manager, Belinda, began after a brief pause of polite nods, “new employees such as yourself are required to be trained and surveyed by an existing worker for a two-week period, but after that you get to run the rides all by yourself.”

She said it like it was something to look forward to. You tried to believe that it was.

“Of course,” you said, and once again the space between you was filled with polite and exaggerated nodding. “Need to learn first before you get to be the master.”

“Exactly!” she said. Her lipstick was barbie-pink and a little overlined on the right side. She smelled faintly of gasoline. “So we’re handing you off to one of our star-employees!”

You hummed and noticed her taking a step backwards, indicating you to follow. She began walking, trudging over the cobbled paths and shuffling awkwardly in between walls of people. You followed behind. “He’s been working here for the past two years, so he knows the place in and out.”

As you walked, passing twisting, gnarly tracks with screams emanating from them and stands with oversized, China-made plushies hanging from them, you tried to imagine what a star-employee at Caratland Theme Park looked like.

It was probably someone that loved roller coasters, maybe someone like yourself, who strived for approval and perfection, maybe someone that found a certain joy in being a good service experience for guests. Someone who was good with kids?

“So you’ll be training with him for a bit before we leave you alone with the coasters, of course, but it should be no trouble, he’s a fun guy!”

You passed by a haunted house, where a group of kids psyched each other up in the queue. Dodging a tree, you finally came up on a certain blue ride where Belinda stopped and put her hands on her hips, power posing in front of the creaky, old machinery.

The Pirate Swing. That’s what it was called, and it was a big ship attached to a huge, metal pole on each side, and it was currently swooshing up and down with a large, grating sound. You cringed at it. Belinda noticed and frowned, fingers fiddling with the edge of her shirt. “Maybe we should oil that one.”

Kids and parents were lined up at the stairway leading up to it in a parade of artificial polyester colors, and on the edge of the platform where the ship was shoveling through the air, a little booth was sat. Peeking through the frankly grimy windows, you could see him. He was slumped back in a wooden chair, wearing the same shirt as you and Belinda, and wearing big, blocky, black sunglasses.

“Jeonghan!” she called, and you saw the figure jolt. He looked briefly dazed, before he snapped his head up to peer through the glass, smiling and waving. The kids in line turned to glare at you. He scrambled up from his seat clumsily and with sporadic movement, and you both watched how he hunched over the door, shaking it in its frame before it finally let open. He took one long step out the door and was finally outside, looking down at you from the platform and leaning on the railing.

“Belinda! Nice to see you,” he breathed, smiling in a way that seemed to indicate he did not find the prior sequence of events embarrassing. In fact, he seemed to think he had the upper hand - the confidence rolled off of him in waves. You grimaced.

You could see him much better now that he was outside, not broken up by the greasy glass, and whatever you had envisioned the star-employee to look like, this was not it. He was young, maybe just a little older than you, and he was thin, with long black hair that just kissed his shoulders. About half of his face was hidden away behind the frankly humongous sunglasses on his face, but he had pale pink lips and a pronounced cupid's bow, and even though you were a little skeptical of him, the cockiness in his smile was well-received.

“This is Y/n!” Belinda said (yelling to overpower the severely loud child glee), gesturing to you, and you almost felt self-conscious when he looked over at you and smiled. “She’s a new employee and you’ll be her mentor during her training period.”

“Sure thing!” he said simply. Again with the polite nods, you thought, before you felt Belinda’s hand on your shoulder. You glanced over and she squeezed.

“Good luck, Y/n! You’re in great hands!” Now that you weren’t so sure about. Had the two of you not seen the same thing?

You mumbled a thanks and she padded away, once more dodging and weaving through huge chains of people, and you squinted after her, before you turned back to Jeonghan. He was already looking at you, a lazy smile on his lips.

“Welcome to The Pirate Swing, matey! Get up here and let me show you the ropes,” he padded back to the booth, now visibly more relaxed, as his back returned in a hunch. “I should probably stop the ride,” he mumbled to himself, pressing a button on a long controlpanel with a grid of eight buttons.

You climbed up the stairs unsurely, hand smoothing over the railing as you went. At the top you squeezed in beside Jeonghan. It was a fairly small space, just big enough for the two of you to stand next to each other. Jeonghan smiled a straight smile at you, before brushing past you to let out the dizzy guests.

“Was it a good ride?!” You heard him ask distantly, while you studied the interior of the booth.

It was reeking with a sweet herbal stench, and for a moment you might’ve chalked it up to sweat and cologne, but when your gaze danced over the grid, you became aware of a small, open ziploc of weed on the countertop, crumbs of it dotted by the opening. An energy drink, most certainly warm from the sun flowing in, was perched next to it, and you saw more cans by the foot of the wooden chair (it seemed like a chair that had been dragged in from somewhere else - it was almost reminiscent of the one from your grandma’s house).

You grimaced, looking over to where Jeonghan was waving kids off and shuffling over to let in people from the queue, a big sign for checking heights in his hand. The sunglasses, of course, you thought and frowned at the room. Luckily it seemed pretty straight forward, so maybe you could escape this Jeonghan character earlier than two weeks.

“Right,” Jeonghan clapped his hands together, pushing past you again. “This is how you turn it on,” he said and pressed one long, skinny finger to a black button that read ‘dispatch’.

Sure enough, the huge metal set to work again, screeching as it lifted a boat-full of nuclear families through the air.

“You turn it off with this other one. Usually rides just stop by themselves when they reach the end, but since we got a little shitty one today it’s manual.”

“Okay,” you said, nodding along and watching when his hand danced and pointed to the set of buttons.

“That’s pretty much it!” he said, collapsing in his chair again, sunglasses sliding halfway down his nose and revealing his bloodshot eyes.

“What about the other buttons?” you ask pointedly, arms crossed.

“Don’t worry about them, sweet cheeks,” he waved you off. “They don’t do much.”

The empty cans by his chair clattered when he reached down a hand for one, toppling over and hitting the metal flooring. You scrunched your nose in disgust.

“I like your shirt,” he mumbled, nimble fingers picking up a particular empty can. It was bent on one side, little holes pricked in it - it was a makeshift bong. You scoffed at him. This was the star-employee?

“We have the same shirt,” you deadpanned.

“Yeah, but I like yours better,” he grinned lazily, can now in hand, when he leaned forward to fetch the ziploc of weed. “Nice and tight.”

“You’re gross,” you spat, brows furrowed. “This is a kid’s establishment, you know that, right?”

“Ninth graders fuck here all the time,” he shrugged. You gasped, not only because it was an extremely gross fact, but also because that was not what you were suggesting. “I’m referring to the fucking weed in your hand, jackass!”

“Woah, calm down!” He shushed you, and you might’ve genuinely scared him, because he looked around each window of the booth, light cascading down his tan skin. He was wearing a pair of shorts, and you saw his knee bounce. When he’d secured the area, he turned to you with a hiss: “That’s a secret, woman! You can’t just throw words like that around.”

“Then maybe you shouldn’t smoke here!” You snapped, but Jeonghan was doing exactly the opposite. Ducking down so it wasn’t totally visible from the windows, he’d placed a little nugget of weed on the grate, and was now setting it alight with Transformers-print lighter.

“This is your first day, right? Trust, you’re gonna end up being high on the job too,” he ended his sentence by placing his lips around the mouth of the can, sucking in smoke.

“That’s such a safety hazard,” you murmured, looking down at him from where you stood. He pulled away, smoke still in his mouth and you saw a twinkle in his eyes from above his falling sunglasses. Then he lunged forward and blew it into your face, a concentrated stream of weed smoke bouncing off your shiny cheeks. “Hey!”

You sputtered and spat, shoulders tense and straining against the fabric of your shirt. Jeonghan settled back down in his chair, legs spread.

��The kids love me! With or without weed!” he said, voice a little groggy from the smoke. You coughed, discontent.

“Maybe they love you because you get them contact-high,” you mumbled under your breath. Jeonghan grinned at that.

Suddenly he leaned back in his chair to study you, one hand on the can, the other taking off his sunglasses. He stared up at you with fire-red eyes and soft, long hair and a bemused grin on his lips. Seeing his full face, you gulped under his intense gaze. He was really pretty. Annoying. More annoying than pretty. But still.

Distantly, kids screamed and a constant buzz of countless conversations overlapped in each inch of the park. Jeonghan reached out a finger and poked your jean-clad hip once.

“You’re funny,” was all he said, something resembling curiosity in his eyes. “Yeah. Funny girl with the tight shirt.”

You were going to retaliate (they truly had run out of your size and had opted for this as a temporary option, it wasn’t your fault!), but Jeonghan coughed suddenly, eyebrows furrowing as he sat back up in his seat.

“Oh shit, should probably stop the ride now.” _____________________________

You thought about quitting.

You could honestly say that Jeonghan made you think about quitting, and maybe you would even have brought the plan into action, had it not been for the fact that you had been rejected from just about every other job that you’d applied to. It seemed you were stuck.

You showed up the next day in your shirt and it felt even tighter than the day prior, and the cap tightened around your scalp like you were a toy in a claw machine.

Fortunately for you, the park seemed much less crowded today. It was a Wednesday, parents were still working and apparently no one sought out the thrill of scary, old, decaying rides on such afternoons. You admired how much lovelier it was when it was still, as you walked up to The Pirate Swing.

“Hey, titty-shirt!”

The loveliness was ruined.

Jeongan was standing on the railing with someone else you didn’t recognize, long, black hair swaying out from the rim of his cap. He waved enthusiastically, watching your form slump at his words.

“Hey, Jeonghan,” you muttered, approaching the steps. The boy beside him looked mildly uncomfortable at the interaction.

“It’s a good thing you’re here, N/n - can I call you N/n?” he didn’t let you answer, simply continued talking like a telemarketer. “Well, it’s a good thing you’re here. Me and my buddy, Junhui, from the Beetle Bug ride were just discussing something that I think is extremely valuable to learn about this place!”

“Are you gonna teach me about the rest of the buttons?” you drawled, eyes half closed in feigned boredom (as much as you disliked him, it certainly wasn’t boring).

“No!” Jeonghan snapped his fingers at you. You noticed he had this way of smiling, that irked you. It was void of sincerity and was instead wolfish and teasing, something genuinely animalistic and mean-spirited. It was distasteful.

“On days like these-” he hovers and outstretched hand to gesture to the mostly bare land of the theme park, “- you can steal food from the restaurants.”

After just one eight hour shift with Jeonghan, you find yourself not even remotely surprised at this. You cross your arms over your chest (Jeonghan’s eyes briefly flick down to them, and you think you might actually hate him): “I have a packed lunch.”

“Packed lunches are for geeks and nerds,” he said, unbothered. “You can come along if you want to get some delicious, warm pizza, or you can stay here like a loser and explain to every kid that comes by, that you’re not allowed to give them a ride on the coaster and watch them cry until you get fired. Your choice, babe.”

“Don’t call me that,” you snarled. Jeonghan shrugged with puckered lips and the Beatle Bug guy - Junhui - scrunched his face in disgust at the two of you.

“Not gonna lie, I’m gonna go find Seungkwan,” he said, not even attempting to hide his dismay for your dynamic. He brushed past you on the stairs, hands buried in his pockets. “If you guys fuck, do it in the bathroom Chan uses!” he yelled, trudging past the pillars that held up the haunted house.

“Sure thing, Jun!” Jeonghan smiled, and you could punch him. Again that animalistic, joyful, laughing-at-you-not-laughing-with-you smile.

“What if I snitch on you?” you asked, hoping it would knock some sort of sense into him, but he only shrugged.

“Belinda loves me. Whenever she works on Valentine’s day, she cries in her office and I let her rant about her shitty boyfriends,” the visual was somehow not hard to imagine. Belinda in her office chair (you’d seen it once, and all you could say was the interior looked like something from a log cabin) and Jeonghan, 19, feeding into everything she said. “You can say what you want, but she’ll just fire you for making up rumors.”

Your brows furrowed. “That’s so concerning.”

“Nothing about this place works right,” he admitted and it was maybe the only time you’d sensed an ounce of truth in his words. “So, are you coming?”

You hesitated. You really were working up a real distaste for Jeonghan, but talking to spoiled, crying kids seemed worse than anything else at the moment. You decided you could live through Jeonghan’s lewd comments and maybe make friends with some other park workers.

“Okay.”

“I knew you loved me,” he teased, and then grabbed your wrist from the top of the steps, bouncing down and pulling you along with him. “Hey!” you yelped, but Jeonghan was, as always, unbothered.

He pulled you by a narrow walkway into the toilets, passing by a single, confused family, as you stumbled behind him. There was a fountain with a hen figurine on top, which he steered around, your arm jerking limply, as he went down a flower-walkway.

“You do this often?” you remarked, out of breath from jogging to match his strides.

“Oh yeah. Mingyu works there and he’s like 16, he lets me do anything,” Jeonghan giggled evilly, glancing over his shoulder once, and you gulped, and hated the way his eyes were so big and pretty, and the way his hair blowed softly along carvings of his cheeks.

“It’s great that you have so many people here to enable your bad habits,” you said. Whatever sarcasm you portrayed in your tone, Jeonghan ignored it, still smiling when he said: “Right?”

When you stopped you were standing on the backside of a blocky building - one of the many offers of food you provided, prices marked up to drain the suburbs of their cash. You felt something underfoot, and looked down on the gravelly, rustic pavement, only to see circa 20 cigarettes jammed in between the rocks. You scrunched your nose.

“What? You don’t like cigs?” you looked up at Jeonghan’s voice, to see him grinning cheekily at you. His eyes sparkled and for maybe just a second it was kind of attractive.

“I don’t..” you broke off eye contact. “I don’t mind, it’s just.. Is everyone here like you?”

“Sweetheart,” he tutted, and you nearly flinched at the feeling of his long fingers tapping your cheek, cool on the warming skin. You looked back up at him and he had tilted his head to the side. Why was he being attractive? Why were you finding him attractive? “There’s no one like me.”

Before you could respond, Jeonghan pushed open the backdoor, the heat of the kitchen simmering out in one brief wind, before it slammed shut behind him, and you were left, alone and dumbfounded on the stones in a mountain of cigs.

Then you scoffed.

You stood for a moment, letting the fresh air cool the inevitable warmth on your cheeks, huffing (because you were annoyed, you told yourself, not because he had just done something terribly, horribly attractive!) and puffing with your arms crossed over your too-tight-shirt.

Then you pushed open the door and stepped inside the tiled kitchen.

The room was filled with steam and it smelled like canned marinara sauce and fake cheese and most of all it was unbearably hot - so hot and humid, you felt the particles of water sitting on the fabric of your shirt. There was a decidedly oversize pot simmering with sauce on a stovetop, and on a hotplate three untouched pizzas sat; one with potato-topping, one pepperoni and one margarita.

A very tall boy was running frantically around the kitchen, three different kitchen utensils in his clenched fist like claws. Sweat was dripping down the side of his frowning face and red speckled his shiny cheeks. Jeonghan draped himself against the counter lazily.

“It’s just me today,” the boy, Mingyu, cried, “Thomas sent home the other two because there’s no one in the park, but I can’t do this alone!”

“Seems real stressful, Gyu,” Jeonghan mumbled, leaning on his hand.

“Yeah, so if you aren’t too busy, maybe you could stir the marinar-”

“That’s really great, man. You’re doing God’s work. But hey, we’re just gonna-” While Mingyu’s back was turned, the tall boy hunched over the sauce, Jeonghan limply pushed the pepperoni pizza to the edge of the hotplate with a pair of tongs. He winked at you, scooping the pizza into his open palm. “We’re just gonna head out now.”

“Jeonghan, please help me out and don’t-”

Mingyu turned around and his tortured expression dropped into one of shock, his tense limbs falling limp at his sides. Jeonghan stood, hand in the cookie jar and pizza in his palm, frozen in front of him with a sort of cartoonish ‘oopsie’-face. Steam clouded the room while you watched from the doorway.

Mingyu’s eyes narrowed and when he spoke again, his voice was lowered in warning: “Jeonghan. We’ve talked about this. Put. The pizza. Down.”

There was a moment of indifferent silence. Jeonghan contemplated.

Then he nodded, lips pursed and eyes cast down to the pizza.

“You know… I would.. But. Y/N, OPEN THE DOOR OR KNOCK HIM OUT!”

“WHAT?”

“OPEN THE DOOR.”

You did. Apparently Mingyu hadn’t seen you, because he jumped at your voice behind him, body twisting to see you just in time for you to open the door and Jeonghan came scrambling out of it like a rat. You cannot believe you just aided this man’s crimes, you think, Mingyu’s expression of horror forever imprinted in your retina, before you followed suit.

However bad Mingyu’s puppy expression made you feel, the rush of adrenaline as you bolted down the pavement under row after row of flowers and sunbeams brought forth something sinister and mean that had you giggling at your evil-doing. Jeonghan was laughing as well, and his genuine laugh was bright and bubbly and very unlike him.

Mingyu sprung open the door behind you, yelling over your shoulders: “HOODLUMS! THIEVES! YOU’RE LUCKY I CAN’T LEAVE THIS SAUCE.”

This made the both of you laugh even harder, disappearing behind another building, leading up to the chicken-fountain. You caught up to him, still holding the pizza in his open palms, now sweating and panting in between bright, heart-thrumming giggles.

“I thought-” you panted, bending at your knees and warding away the image of the betrayed Mingyu. “I thought you said he let you do whatever he wanted.”

“Yeah,” Jeonghan heaved, cheeks rosy and shiny, as he gently padded over to a bench with the pizza out like the plate in the hand of Oliver Twist. “That’s my bad. I forget he was 16 two years ago and has since then lost all respect for me.”

This made you laugh. This had your eyes squinting closed and a deep, ringing laugh bouncing up your ribcage and your throat and exploding into the summertime. Eyes closed, you missed the way Jeonghan’s face lit up at that.

“That made you laugh? Self-deprecation?” he asked incredulously, but somehow amazed.

“Oh,” you cried, opening your eyes and willing your laughter to calm. “I think it’s just the first time you haven’t been baselessly confident and cocky.”

“Baseless?” Jeonghan echoed, face screwed in poorly-concealed glee.

“Yeah,” you nodded, face also screwed in poorly-concealed glee.

“What? Am I supposed to collect, like, fuckin’ data?”

“Yeah, evidence.”

“EVIDENCE?”

You and Jeonghan went back to The Pirate Swing, splitting the pizza in the booth and every 45 minutes or so, letting guests on when they came by. He was still annoying and in all fairness he’d dragged you into his crimes against humanity. But. He was also a little funny and sweet.

And the pizza did taste better than your packed lunch. _____________________________

Two days of normal work followed.

There were too many people to really fuck around, so you and Jeonghan stayed in the booth, and you even managed to pressure him into telling you about the rest of the buttons, as well as the mechanics of the bigger machines.

Everytime Jeonghan saw you he greeted you with “Hey titty-shirt!”, equally enthusiastic each time. Everytime the clock hands read 8 PM he pulled out his weed and began smoking. Everytime he began smoking he snaked a hand on the back of your leg where you stood (still no chair!) beside him, rubbing the flesh under his palm. You shooed him away half-heartedly, then felt guilty for not meaning it. Jeonghan was a sleazy piece of shit, but his hand was warm and felt nice on your thigh. You liked to tell yourself you were just lonely or something.

“TITTY-SHIRT!”

That Saturday you came walking into work, still wearing your shirt and your cap, and was immediately alerted to the fact that something was off; Jeonghan was ecstatic.

He always had this front of joy and constant bemusement, but you’d learned to read how he yearned for his shift to end - you saw it sometimes when he gazed out of the windows of the booth, thinking you were surveying the kids. That day, he was happy. Genuinely.

“TITTY-SHIRT!” he called again, causing a family of blonde children to turn their heads in dismay. He paid them no mind, rushing down the stairs with loud, trampling steps, to meet you at the foot of the platform, before you could even settle down in the booth. He grabbed your forearms in his hands and grinned at you childishly. You couldn’t help the small, bemused smile that parted your lips.

“Great fuckin’ news,” he said, “Belinda is fucking gone. M.I.A.”

“Okay?” you grimaced, unsure of what he was getting at.

“Okay?! Do you know what this means?”

“No, not particularly,” you mumbled.

“This whole fuckin’ area,” he let go of your arms to motion vigorously to your part of the park. "Unsupervised. Unaccounted for.”

“Okay?”

“Okay?! This means we’re gonna go shoot the shit at the arcade, come on!” He threw a hand over his shoulder to gesture to the arcade area. You frowned and crossed your arms challengingly.

“Shouldn’t we go take care of our coaster?”

“Are you kidding me? If no one is working it, people just assume it’s shut down for maintenance. Come on, this only happens, like, twice a year!” He whined, stomping his worn-down Nike sneakers into the pavement and pouting at you. You hated to admit it made your facade melt like an overpriced ice-cream in the hand of a child.

“Alright, but-”

“Yes!”

Without further nonsense, Jeonghan grabbed your hand in his, and began to once more drag you through the park. As you ran behind him, you looked at your interlocked hands and thought, briefly, that it wasn’t too bad to look at. And it felt kind of good.

“What happened to Belinda?”

“God knows, I think it was something with her kids.”

“She has kids?!”

You and Jeonghan messed around at the arcade - Jeonghan miraculously had been granted the keys to the arcade by Belinda (something about her trusting him?), and unlocked the machines and you played games with already-used coins.

First was Whack-A-Mole, then the boxing game, then those motorcycle races, and then you played the basketball game.

“I’m gonna beat you!” you squealed, throwing a miniature basketball through the hoop with a small jump. You grinned in triumph when it landed right, punching the air like a dork and turning to him with victoriously glean.

Jeonghan wasn’t even played, you realized. You’d been so caught up in actually landing the ball in the hoop that you’d managed to forgo the way Jeonghan leaned against his lane, eyes half lidded and shadowed under his cap. You turned to him, now much more aware that you’d been acting like a dork.

“Uh, aren’t you gonna play?” you asked sheepishly, blushing. You wished you’d missed how Jeonghan’s lips quirked upwards at the sight.

“No,” he sang, “I think I’m just gonna stay here and watch you play.”

You narrowed your eyes, suspiciously, and that was all Jeonghan needed before he sighed and shrugged in defeat, like a criminal caught for his crimes.

“Sorry, I just like watching your tits bounce when you get all excited,” he deadpanned. Your mouth gaped open and crossed your arm over your chest.

“You’re so gross, Jeonghan!” you said, now thoroughly uninterested in playing anymore. Jeonghan only scoffed though, to which you snapped your head back to him with an outraged expression. He smiled at you in that cheeky son-of-a-bitch way.

“Oh, don’t act like that,” he said cockily.

“Like what?”

He laughed, rolling his eyes, letting a small pause linger in the space between you. You hoped he couldn’t see the way your eyes twinkled with excitement every time he said something like this. As hot as he was, Jeonghan was a cocky, sleazy piece of shit and you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.

“Like you’re scandalized,” he said simply. You wanted to respond, wanted to defend your honor, but Jeonghan saw right through you, and he took one step forward to speak again: “Like you hate the way I talk to you. You act all innocent and nice and so uptight, but you know what?”

He took daring steps forward, one after another, until you were half-sat on the basketball machine and he stood, looming over you, surprisingly menacing despite the get-up. The air seemed to suddenly thicken and warm, tasting foul in your mouth. Then he leaned in, eyes glimmering brilliantly with amusement and that evil smile on his lips, breath hitting yours.

“I think you love being treated like a slut.”

Fuck.

He was so close to you, body heat rolling into you. You knew he saw the mechanisms of your brain turning behind your eyes, saw the fear when you realized he had seen right through you, and he smiled, and he might as well have had fucking horns.

He tilted his head, and, fuck, if every angle of his face wasn’t perfect. It was unfair. It was so unfair.

“I-I don’t-” your voice was a meek, half-hearted protest, cut off before you could even begin.

“Yeah,” he laughed. “I think you do. You don’t just let any man massage your thigh, hm?”

At those words, his hand dropped onto your thigh, finger digging into soft flesh. You mewled at the feeling, causing his grin to spread wider.

“Oh, poor baby,” he pouted in fake-sympathy. “Am I making you wet?”

“JEONGHAN!”

Thank God for Kwon Soonyoung with the impeccable timing.

Soonyoung was “the pool boy” - he did not work at the pools, but he was the victim of a dunking-machine that was set up in the summertime. Kids and adults alike paid to throw balls at a big, red button that would lower a trapdoor and dunk Soonyoung in ice-cold water. You’d seen it in action and it was pretty hilarious.

At his voice, you and Jeonghan scrambled apart, his hand flying off your thigh and body twisting to back away from you, and you dropping off the machine and landing flat on your feet, blushing wildly and somewhat out of breath.

Soonyoung, the poor boy, was sprinting through the park, stopping awkwardly where you and Jeonghan had been standing. He was out of breath and had a wild look in his eyes, like he was being chased by some supernatural monster.

“Belinda is back! Get back to your coasters!” If he’d noticed your philandering he certainly didn’t mention it, breaking into a sprint again the second the words had left his lips.

“Shit, thank you, Soonyoung!” Jeonghan yelled, receiving only a limp thumbs-up from the trackstar in response. Jeonghan grabbed your hand and the two of you ran back to The Pirate Swing as fast as your legs could take you.

Your heart fluttered at your interlocked hands again, and you stared at them, focused on them, as the world became a blurred mess around you. His warmth streamed into you.

You couldn’t even look at him the rest of the shift. Something about his confrontation stirred a mimicking phenomenon in you. Did you want to fuck Jeonghan? You did, you realized, and thus you were unable to raise your gaze from the floor, pressing yourself against the wall to be far enough away from him, that he couldn’t touch your thigh again. He didn’t. He just let your cheeks blaze and pressed buttons and talked to kids, and he even waved at Belinda when she walked by, and she smiled wide and waved back.

You went home at 9 PM, shirt too tight around your chest, and chest too tight around your heart. You simply couldn’t believe it, because not only did you want to fuck Jeonghan;

You had a fucking crush on him. _____________________________

Having a crush on Yoon Jeonghan was maybe the worst revelation you’d had in your life.

You’d kept all the things you admired about him hidden under the veil of your shirt; he was sleazy and gross and he smoked weed at work and had a certain disregard for child safety. But, and there was always a but, you realized, he was also witty and easy to talk to, and it was cute when he was happy or he got excited about something, and he was so damn charismatic, and you realized you would do anything to see him with that childlike joy again.

The worst part was that Jeonghan did not like you back. In fact, you couldn’t even imagine him liking anyone. He thought you were hot and wanted to fuck and that was the end of it. All the ways you cared about him were unreciprocated. He did not care to see you happy. He did not care for the twinkle in your eyes when you were excited. He liked your tits in your shirt and was working his fingers up, day by day, to touch you. Yoon Jeonghan did not like you back.

Three days of work passed, three days of being muted and awkward around him. Jeonghan’s shine was not dulled by your lack though. The kids loved him, Belinda loved him, and he didn’t love anyone back - just let himself be showered in admiration. He was greedy like that. He took all the love and gave none out.

On this particular day, all you did was lay in your bed before work, willing time to stop so you wouldn’t have to go. Legs flopped on top of your bedsheets, work shirt on and cap on your bedside. You waited.

You waited with a metal ball in your stomach, rolling around and causing a ruckus. It rested heavy there, rolling to and fro and grazing your heart from time to time, and it hurt.

Maybe the reason it felt this bad was because you did it to yourself. Of course, Jeonghan wouldn’t like you back. He was Jeonghan. And yet, you’d had your guard down and his effortless charms had worked their way into your brain. You wondered how many girls had been in the same exact position as you; being graced with Jeonghan’s presence, being smitten by it, and now lying in bed, realizing the admiration would never be bounced back to them.

You went to work.

In the damn shirt, you walked in through the staff-door and journeyed towards The Pirate Swing.

There were so many people that day, you could hardly believe your eyes. The queues were mile-long stretches, and every pathway was spotted with body after body, walls of families, crowds swarming like insects. It was enough to induce a slight panic.

“It’s good that you’re here, Titty-shirt,” Jeonghan said, when you walked into the booth beside him. He had a bit of a wild look in his eye and he was chewing on a banana. You stood by the door of the booth, looking out at the queue - a genuine queue? To The Pirate Swing? - as the boat swung catastrophically behind you. “We’re fucking busy.”

You hummed, then turned your head to him. He had sat down, seemingly exhausted and pouting a little.

“You brought a packed lunch?” you asked, nodding towards the banana in his hand and he looked up at you. His cheeky smile made you want to die.

“Don’t be ridiculous, I stole this from Seungkwan,” he said and you laughed, and you hated that he made you laugh. The walls of the booth muffled the loud, indistinct buzz and shielded you from the chaos. The flimsy, windowed walls had never felt as intimate.

“It’s gonna be a shitty day,” you declared ceremoniously. He grunted something in agreement, voice strangled by the now finished banana. Forever himself, he discarded the peel on the corner of the control panel, among his ziploc of weed and empty cans.

It was a shitty day.

The constant swarming of people, crying children, the non-stop screech of rusted roller coaster tracks; everything brewed together into a pounding headache, as you and Jeonghan hunched together in the booth. Beads of sweat collected on your skin, where the unforgiving sun streamed through the windows.

Around 8 PM you’d had just about enough. Your head was pounding, you were hungry, and most terribly you were sad. You were sad, sitting next to Jeonghan on the dirty, hard floor of the booth, and you could cry every time he said something snarky and lewd to you. He would never like you and you were a fool for ever letting yourself get attached.

The day was constant work, constant talking to kids and putting on an energetic front. Finally the crowd seemed to thin out. Slowly but surely, the suburban families returned home and only a few people remained, and the night time glowed soft and warm.

“Dude,�� Jeonghan said, neck craned to look at his phone. With most of the guests gone, he’d finally gotten a chance to waste away on his phone, putting his mouth to his makeshift bong and smoking pot. You kept the booth-door open to let the smoke out. “Wanna go see a crowd of teenagers dunk Soonyoung? Junhui just texted me.”

You were so tired. Every inch of your body yearned to relax where you sat, cross legged on the metal floor. With dark, sunken eyes and no courtesy left, you simply shook your head.

“You sure?” he asked, eyebrows raised. You were just tired enough to miss the small frown on his lips.

“I’m tired, you just go.”

Jeonghan shrugged then and stood up. He left the bong on the floor and stepped over you to exit.

“I’ll be back ASAP!” he yelled out, and you didn’t even try to look at him, to call something witty back. You just sat.

And as if it weren’t the last thing you needed today, just thirty minutes before closing, a woman and her son strolled up The Pirate Swing. You saw them, eyes glazing with worry as you flickered your head to Jeonghan’s empty chair.

“We want a ride!” cawed the woman, holding her son by the hand. You scrambled to your feet, stuttering as you dusted off your pants.

“Uh, I-” hopeful, you looked around, hoping to see Jeonghan and his long, poodle-y hair somewhere near. The pathways were deserted. “I-I actually can’t-”

Not waiting for an explanation, the woman clucked once more: “You’re still open, aren’t ya?”

You nodded, tiredness painted thick and greasy on your face. “Yes, we are, um, open, but I-”

“Well, then give us a ride?!”

This woman was going to be the death of you. Why were they even here now right before closing? You closed your eyes, collecting yourself and mustering each ounce of patience you had left.

“I’m not allowed to because I’m new-”

“Well, where is the operator? Why are you here if you don’t know how it works!”

“He’s, uh,” your face fell, “He’s using the bathroom right no-”

You’re not even sure why you lied.

“Alright,” she huffed, strained and impatient. “Well, you just ruined me and my son’s night!”

She tugged her blonde kid by the hand and began to turn around, grumbling with a red face.

“I’m so sorry, but- it’s a matter of safety-”

“Next time just say you don’t know how to do your job!” she yelled over her shoulder, mean glare coming out over her shapely glasses. Then she was jiggling away with a pouting child.

Your mouth fell open in shock. A part of you wanted to be angry - a part of you was angry - but you found yourself weighed down and sliding down the wall of the booth with a much heavier feeling; you were exhausted.

This was the last straw for tonight, you decided, resolve melting like a dropped ice cream. Booth door half-creaked open and weed vapor in the air, you buried your head in your hands and began to cry. It was small. It was not loud and sorrowful, it was small and petty. Nothing grand about crying on the dirty floor at your workplace. Sniffles and single, wet tears and a quivering lip, all dying out in the soft glow of the fairy light decorating the park.

“Y/n?”

“Shit,” you lifted your head from your hands, wiping hard on your reddened cheeks. Jeonghan was standing in the open door, looking down at you on the floor.

“Sorry, uh-”

“Why are you crying?”

You paused, hands fiddling with the collar of your shirt and effectively covering your breasts. Your breath was shaky and snotty, eyelashes coated in tears. Red patches your skin around your puffy eyes, and your lips pressed into a thin line.

Jeonghan did not look like himself when you looked up at him. It must have been a completely different person, you decided, because his features had tightened and screwed into an expression you had never even seen a hint of before: concern.

It looked so utterly foreign on his face - there was always a lightness to his expression, a joking, teasing look, but now he was frowning and his brows were furrowed and his eyes were big and red and round. It made you feel small and frail. You didn’t like seeing him like that; unwell. But it seemed that feeling was mutual.

“Um,” you began, voice hoarse and shuddering like a frail old fence-gate, that’s been slammed shut. “I’ve just had a shitty fucking day and- this woman came and wanted to ride and she was just so fucking mean when I told her I couldn’t..”

Telling it all again made you feel so pathetic, it wracked another sob from you, hurdling past your lips. You caught it in your hand, pressing it to your mouth and squeezing your eyes shut up.

God, you were pathetic.

But your heavy, heavy eyelashes blinked open and you looked up to see Jeonghan’s expression softened into something else entirely;

Guilt.

“I’m sorry,” he said immediately.

“No, it’s fine-”

He dropped to his knees in front of you, now at your level and up close, so you could see every tensed muscle and every strain on his beautiful face.

“I’m sorry I left you alone,” he said solemnly and for the first time since you’d met him, Jeonghan was merely expressing his regret, not bartering for some sort of gain. His words were dripping with sincerity and it was so strange, you had to laugh.

“What?” he asked, a small grin growing on his face. That was more familiar.

“I just- I’ve never seen you so serious, it’s okay, Jeonghan, I forgive you-”

He broke into a laugh as well, rhythmic clucks dancing through the air from the booth, and it immediately cheered you up: he was beautiful and practically glowing, a small rim of light encapsulating him.

“I’m very serious, I think,” he said. You rolled your puffy, old eyes.

There was a significant pause.

Your head lolled over and your gaze landed once more on the makeshift bong by the chair, now abandoned. It reminded you of how different you were. You tried too hard because you liked when people liked you, you were a hard worker, your shirt was too tight. Your shirt was too tight and that’s what had landed you in this situation.

“Can I…” you trailed off, daring to look at him again. “Can I smoke some of your weed?”

Jeonghan’s face was practically split in half the way he was smiling. There was something akin to triumph in his eyes, but it was almost fatally overpowered by sheer, bubbling, striking adoration. It made you blush.

“Of course, babe, I thought you’d never ask,” he breathed, still smiling when he scrambled forward for the bong and stretched out his arm to finger at the control panel, finally feeling the soft plastic and snatching it down to the floor with you.

“Just put your mouth to the can, baby, I’ll light it for you,” he giggled giddily, scrambling for the lighter in his pocket.

“I know how it works,” you tried to sound stern, but you were smiling and your eyes were twinkling.

Jeonghan messily pinched off a nugget of weed and placed it on the gridded holes in the can (which he had pricked with his work badge; “Hi, my name is Jeonghan!”), and you placed it to your mouth, while he held the lighter to it.

“You’re so hardcore,” he said sarcastically, face close to yours as he flicked the lighter, sending a warm flame onto the can, so the nugget lit ablaze.

“Shut up,” you said, and then you inhaled and the flame went out and turned into a glow, and warm, crisp smoke traveled down your throat, leaving it sore and burned. It felt great.

You held it in for a moment, then exhaled, and Jeonghan watched eagerly as your chest rose and fell under the restricting fabric of your shirt.

You and Jeonghan sat side by side for the last half hour, smoking together, eyes turning red and breaths turning sour and casting laughs into the night air. There was a warm buzz in your chest, a low drum, and you basked in the proximity to him, in how the heat of his body met yours in a fierce battle, at how he caught your eye when he joked, and how he smiled when you laughed. Your responsibilities melted away; your shirt felt looser.

“We’re closing now,” you hummed after a while, somehow lighter and heavier at the same time. Your eyelids felt heavy and your cheeks were warm from giggling. Jeonghan placed his hand on your wrist, squeezing and tearing your eyes to his.

“I have such a good idea right now,” he grinned lazily and you couldn't help but echo it. His eyes were red and half-lidded, and his voice was groggy from the smoke. He had run his hand through his hair one too many times and now it was puffier, poodlier than normal. He looked so handsome, you thought, studying the tan from many days in the sun. You figured he didn’t use sunscreen.

“What is it?” you breathed.

“Come on, come with me!”

Then the two of you were sneaking from building to building and giggling indiscreetly, two hunched silhouettes becoming one with the backs of buildings. Jeonghan insisted the two of you go to the toddler playground (Sunshine Dance Club, as it were called), because, in his words: “those dumb prick security guards never bother to actually check it”. He pulled you into the pastel green, red, blue, and yellow dreamscape, pulling you up a wooden tower, where you would be shielded by the railing.

The two of you sat against the railing and waited while a security guard checked the place before closing.

The mischief had made the two of you even more giggly, scratchy throats producing choppy snickering, as you leaned into each other on the wood, breathing in each other’s air. You liked being so close to him, you thought, and you were almost high enough to just spit it out. The distant stream of light overhead revealed his pores, but you liked those too.

“Shut up, shut up,” Jeonghan whispered at one point. “I think he might be coming!”

“You’ve said that three times-”

His hand clasped over your mouth and he fought not to laugh at the surprise in your eyes. Sure enough, this time he was right, as you heard booted footsteps in the distance, and the beam of a flashlight danced across the sloping and bouncing playground.

You held your breath, not only because you feared, for the first time that night, getting caught, but also because Jeonghan had leaned so close to you, that you could see every stirred acrylic in his eye, every color of brown, swirly sundae.

Both of you stopped laughing and stared at each other.

His hand dropped from your lips.

“I have cotton mouth,” he whispered, footsteps fading away. You couldn’t tell if it was the weed or what, but the air seemed thicker and you felt heavier, like imaginary hands were tugging you down. Jeonghan was no better - you couldn’t quite place the emotion on his glowing face. He almost seemed vulnerable.

“Me too,” you whispered, breathless.

A pause.

His eyes flickered down to your lips, pink and plush.

“Can I kiss you?”

You were almost bristling for a moment in pure surprise, before you recollected yourself and nodded eagerly.

“Yeah.”

You thought his lips would smash into yours; you thought he would conquer you, because that would simply be the most Jeonghan-thing he could, to take what was his, to be cheeky and horny and sleazy.

To your utmost surprise, his hand was shaking when he lifted it, brushing so softly, so gently across the skin of your neck, resting on the back of it, cold from the icy, night breeze. His hand kissed the tips of your hair, and he gently slid it up, breath shaking, as he stared at your lips. Then he leaned in.

His lips were soft like the bouncy castle on the edge of the playground, so impossibly gentle and flowing and warm. He breathed out shakily against your skin, eyes squeezed shut. Had you seen it, you would’ve almost believed that the kiss pained him, with the furrowed brows, but you didn’t, and it wasn’t painful at all, it was just that his heart was exploding and so was yours. Tender and slow, that was what it was, and you had never thought you’d use words like that to describe him.

A moment of entangled lips, slow making out and warm air covering your skin, his hand in your hair. The Sunshine Dance Club was filled with the sound of spit.

Then he pulled away, breath still shaking, but now, less vulnerable. His lips curled into a smile, spreading that childlike joy on his face. It made you smile as well.

“That was-” he shook his head at himself, cringing. Then he restarted: “Can I show you something?”

You chuckled, cheeks heavily flushed and eyes twinkling. “What is it?”

The cheekiness returned to his eyes, as he scrambled to his feet: “A surprise.”

And once again the two of you were giggling through the park, this time hand in hand, looking over your shoulders for the security guard that by this time had definitely gone home. The halted steps over the cobbled paths echoed in the dead, empty park.

It would’ve been a strange feeling - seeing everything closed and dark and empty, every inch usually crammed with people strangely void - had you not been entirely consumed by Jeonghan’s presence. His hand in yours, his laugh, his starry eyes, his face softening when he looked at you.

Jeonghan led you into Belinda’s office (he had a key because he was her favorite, he said), allowing you to sit on the edge of her desk, while he sauntered off into an attached room. You sat there, overhead light dull and buzzing, and basked in the log cabin aesthetics. Your chest was warm.

Then, from beyond the other room, sounding much further away and thereby being much bigger than you had initially imagined the attached room to be, you heard the mechanical sound of several switches. They sounded heavy and important, having a sort of resonance that continued into your room, where Belinda’s desk chair was spun halfway.

“Jeonghan?” you called, a twinge of worry in your voice. “What did you do?”

He came jogging back into the office, all wide grinned and puffy-eyed.

“You’ll see.”

Once again he grabbed onto your hand, pulling you off the desk and barging out of the doorway.

The night air enveloped you completely, stealing you away from the warmth of the office, kissing your warm skin, as you stood on the cobble. The feeling was so great, you almost missed what Jeonghan had done.

It was beautiful.

The switches had turned on the lights everywhere. In every color imaginable, illuminating dramatically sloping tracks in the distance, fairy lights on the pathways, signs re-lit, and the whole park before your eyes seemed to have become a disco-ball, sending faint streaks into the star-spotted sky like aurora borealis.

You, now red and green and yellow and blue, let out a disbelieving laugh, smiling wide. You squeezed his hand, unable to communicate further. There was something about it that left you entirely speechless. It was an inability to overcome and conquer the lights before you - your eyes feasted on them much too eagerly.

“What do you think?”

Jeonghan was looking at you.

“It’s-” you sucked in a breath, trying to compose a sudden sincerity you felt. You looked over at him. “It’s so pretty, Jeonghan. It’s really beautiful.”

“I knew you would like it,” he murmured happily, body turned to yours. You turned to him as well.

There was a moment of silence. The two of you basked in the light and in the gentle glow and the cool night, and in each other.

“Thank you for cheering me up,” you said and pursed your lips. He smiled in a gentle way. It looked nice on him.

“It’s nothing,” he said, “we were having fun.”

The conversation lulled again, and while you turned your head back to the light show, the flickering lights and the ombre, Jeonghan continued looking at you.

You felt his eyes on you, and you turned to him, shyly: “You should look at the beautiful lights.”

He shook his head, lips twisting upwards: “No.. Not right now…” And that was all he said.

The words left a bit of a void in you, like a black hole sunk in your stomach and you turned to him curiously. Jeonghan sensed your confusion, because he licked his lips and gave you a knowing smile, and then explained.

“I wanna kiss you again, love.”

And his voice was so angelic, such a grave contrast to the boy you’d come to know, but he’d been so strange tonight. Your first kiss had been so tender, now he was looking at you and his pupils were dilated and a smirk spread across his face, and you needed to know something; just one thing, before you threw yourself at him, and gave to him, something you would not be able to take back.

“Do you just wanna fuck me?” your voice echoed off the walls of the empty park, resounding accusingly. He laughed.

“Of course, I wanna fuck you, baby,” he laughed a little, shaking his head in disbelief. You stayed staring at him, bristling. “You’re hot as shit.”

“No, I mean,” you paused, because suddenly your heart was climbing into your throat and it seemed like everything you’d worried about was true, that you were just another girl that was hexed by his charms. “Do you just wanna fuck me?”

His smirk dropped. There was a moment where all you could hear was wind and the electrical whirring of the many, many lights, draining energy from the earth by the second.

“Do you honestly think I’d do this for just any girl I wanted to fuck?”

“I-”

“I thought you were smarter than that, N/n,” his lips spread once more in a smile, but this one seemed more fitting on his face - condescending and confident. Whatever vulnerability had hung in the air was replaced by warmer, thicker danger. Was it the weed making you feel this way? On edge or excited?

“I just-” you stammered, feeling bashful suddenly. Did that mean he liked you? Yes, that meant he liked you. You had truly not even considered the possibility, not really thought it through the way you had the negative outcome, so now you were standing and you didn’t know how to respond. A stuttering, blubbering mess of red cheeks and avoidant eyes. “I just- I thought you just- because you talk so much about my boobs-”

“Shhhh,” he shushed you. The cocky motherfucker actually shushed you, staring you down in a way that made you feel like prey and taking two steps forward, and closing the gap between you. He was so, so close to you, chest inches away from yours and leaning his face down to tilt his head at you.

“You’re so cute, baby,” he cooed, eyes dancing around your face.

You and him watched it, as one lean hand lifted itself to your chest, tightly wrapped in polyester-fabric. You sucked in a breath. His fingers lightly grazed it, trailing over the soft plushness of it. Then he cupped it, experimentally, like feeling the weight of it in his hand. You whimpered pathetically.

“Hm,” he hummed, ripping his gaze from your tits very briefly at the noise, “you sound so pretty.”

In an effort to steal more noises from your pretty lips, his delicate thumb rubbed over your nipple, watching it harden under the fabric with a bemused smirk. Your breathing became heavy and shaky.

“Can we– please?” you whined, but he only tutted, watching the fat crook under his finger.

“Hang on, sweetheart, I’m having my fun,” he said, nonchalantly, another hand snaking up to your other tit. “Been waiting for this since the first time I saw you.”

You couldn’t help but whimper quietly, his caresses and his intense gaze sending electricity straight to your core. You fingers wrapped around his forearms where they flexed, as he kneaded your chest eagerly.

“That’s right,” he whispered and leaned into you, eyes half lidded and lips wet from spit. “Be a good girl and let me play with your pretty titties.”

Then he kissed you again, groaning into your mouth at the weight of your tits in his hands. His groping became more rough and hurried, as he bit your lip and slipped his tongue in your mouth.

“Fuck, baby, need to get your shirt off, it’s so tight,” he groaned, licking into your mouth. You whined, back arching into his hand. “Poor baby, shirt so tight it’s strangling your pretty tits.”

“Jeonghan, please!” You cried, putting one hand on his chest to push him away from you. He pulled away, lips red and swollen and cheeks delightfully flushed.

“Okay, baby,” he whispered, comfortingly. “Okay, okay, I’ll take care of you, sweetheart.”

You could cry. The way he was touching you so intimately, but refusing to snake his hand down to your burning core, where you could feel yourself fucking dripping. Your body was on fire and your voice was hoarse from the weed that still coursed through your body.

“Please, please,” you mumbled, and it was desperate enough that Jeonghan pulled his hands from your chest (which took more willpower than he was willing to admit), sliding them over your back and pulling you into him. You nosed into the crook of his neck, sighing happily.

“Alright, baby,” He breathed, hand in your hair. You felt his neck crane, looking around.

“Come with me, baby, I know just where to go.”

You didn’t even have time to whine that you didn’t want to go anywhere, you wanted him to touch you. Jeonghan grabbed your hand and crossed the pathway, and you saw the yellow, lit-up sign for the funhouse before you disappeared into the entrance.

The first room had a large circular hallway, and when you stepped onto the red plastic, it rolled a little. You and Jeonghan both stumbled rockily, and you nosedived into his chest. He laughed, steadying you with warm fingers on your waist. “Silly girl,” his voice cooed in your ear.

“Jeonghan, please touch me-”

“We’re almost there, baby,” he said, and he was being a little annoying, because he’d just played with your boobs and made you so fucking wet that your panties were sticking to your folds, and now he was trudging you through the hallways of a funhouse. You both skiddered out of the circular hallway with much trouble.

The next room was slanted, and in your intoxicated mind, this was more than a challenge. The whole room was blue and your knuckles became celeste, as you gripped the slanted railing.

“Jeonghan, I can’t-”

Not another word out of your lips, before Jeonghan was scooping you up in his arms, walking with seemingly no problem through the room. “Shit!” you yelped when he did so, but he only smiled at you, a mixture of adoration and teasing. He ran with you, his bride, through a black and white doorway.

The next room was the mirror maze, and Jeonghan’s face lit up at the sight of it.

“We’re here!” he panted giddily, gently lowering you. You found your footing and looked around, a little speechless at how quickly he’d constructed this plan. There were at least 20 different angles of you, and you cringed at your own disheveled appearance and how your tiny shirt dug into your skin. A hall of reflection, the roof and flooring was pitch black and only you and him existed in the void, copycats at every corner.

You saw Jeonghan in the mirror, walking up behind you. He was smirking, planting his head on your shoulder and peering up at you, as his hands caressed your waist, riding up your shirt and exposing your stomach 20 times over. You hated to say it, but seeing his veiny, big hands on you made your breath hitch.

“Was it not worth it, hmm?” he sang innocently, blinking at you with a bunched up cheek on your shoulder. His sleazy hands worked the fabric upwards, just under the impressive bump of your chest.

His eyes flicked over to the most nearby mirror. Breath becoming shaky, his hands lifted the shirt, finally, over your chest, exposing your simple, black bra and the soft skin of your tits. You could breathe easier, without the fabric digging into your chest.

“Fuck,” he hissed, soft hands immediately dipping inwards to touch over the skin. “Shit, you’re so perfect,” his voice was strangled, all composure gone as he looked at your chest with something akin to wonder.

You moaned, feeling his dick, fully fucking hard from just playing with your soft mounds, grinding into your ass. Like a horny teenage boy, he moaned shakily, big hands covering your boobs and squeezing, and rutting into you from behind. As much as you wanted him to touch you, you couldn’t help but enjoy the sight of Jeonghan so utterly fucked out, using your body to pleasure himself. It was so erotic, the way his pretty face twisted in place and his fingers dug into the fat of your chest, panting into your neck. Then the sight untangled itself from your body.

“Sorry, sorry,” he was out of breath, removing his hips from your ass. “I got too caught up.”

“It’s okay-”

He spun you around, pushing your body against the mirror. You stood back to back with your reflection.

“No, it’s not,” he breathed, working your shirt the rest of the way off hastily. You lifted your arms to help the fabric off.

You very barely registered Jeonghan snaking your pants off, and then his own clothes. You leaned your head on the mirror and you could finally breathe without the tight shirt, and you somehow felt stronger, not vulnerable like you would have expected. And when your eyes flicked to another mirror and you saw Jeonghan shirtless too, you realized the two of you were much more similar now.

Jeonghan was standing in his boxers now, and you in your panties.

“You know, I always thought you’d be more composed during sex,” you mused, returning your focus to him and smiling teasingly, because even now he was transfixed on your bare chest, heaving for air. Jeonghan scoffed, seemingly genuinely offended by this.

“It’s not my fault your fat fucking rack has been staring at me through that tiny fucking shirt every day,” he spat, and in a sort of retaliation he cupped your pussy through your panties.

Finally, he touched your cunt, and God, was it worth the wait, because it shot straight through your stomach, even the slightest touch on the cold, wet fabric. Jeonghan grinned cockily at the state of your underwear.

“You’re one to talk,” he teased. “Your pussy is fucking weeping for me.”

You moaned and your back twisted against the cold surface of the mirror, as Jeonghan slipped his finger upwards to circle your clit slowly.

“N-ngh, fuck..”

“There you go,” he said in fake sympathy, pouting, and even with his hand on your clit, you could almost believe it, because he just looked that angelic and pure. “Finally your greedy cunt has my hand, hm? Bet you’ve been thinking about this since we met.”

He couldn’t help himself. He trailed his free up to your chest again. It just looked so delectable, unblemished skin, jiggling at every twitch and shake from you, and nipples hardened to pebbles. “I’ve been thinking about you since we met,” he sighed happily, pinching the nipples between his fingers and relishing in your strangled whine.

Jeonghan slipped his hand in your panties, scoffing to himself at just how fucking wet you were, leaking from your hole like a slut, when his finger prodded at it.

“P-Please, Jeonghan, please, fuck-”

Your plea was cut off by Jeonghan’s hand gripping your throat. He smirked at your tortured expression, one hand circling your hole and the other wrapped around your neck, thumb climbing up your chin to rest on your lip.

“What do you want?” he tilted his head challengingly. You gulped, face flushed and baby hairs sticking to your sweat-gleamy face.

“I-I want you to finger me,” you mustered, building up all the courage you could to hold eye contact with him and his lopsided grin. He raised his eyebrows, feigning surprise.

“Really?” he sang, “you want gross, sleazy, perverted Jeonghan’s fingers up your tight, pink pussy?”

You squeezed your eyes shut. Of course, all those moments of shaming him for thirsting over you. Now you were basically fucking naked, tits perked up from your arched back and writhing under him for just a single finger in your glistening hole.

“Jeonghan, I’m sorry-”

His thumb on your lip tugged downwards, effectively muffling your words and shushing you. He watched your pretty lip bend to the will of his thumb, humming.

“Then say it,” he shrugged.

“Wha?” your speech was slurred by his heavy thumb.

“Say you want gross, sleazy, perverted Jeonghan’s fingers up your tight, pink pussy,” he repeated, acting exasperated, like it was your fault for not being able to keep up. Legs spread and utterly naked, you flushed and felt dumb, and you felt even dumber when you began to speak, and his thumb stayed where it was, weighing down your lip.

“I-I wan’ gross, sleazy, perverted Jeonghan’s fingers up my tight, pink pussy,” you slurred. Somehow the embarrassment translated into a wave of slick exciting your hole and landing on Jeonghan’s hand. He grinned at your obedience, hand pushing up so his thumb entered your mouth, pressing down on your tongue and the rest of his hand cradled your face.

“Good girl,” he purred, head craned down to look at you, suckling his thumb with wide eyes. He finally heeded your request, two fingers pushing into your sopping heat. “Now suck on my thumb like the good, big-titted girl you fucking are while I make you cum.”

He was immediately bullying his fingers in and out of you, curling them. Drool escaped where your lips wrapped around his thumb, as you moaned on it, feeling him poke and prod at your tongue with an evil smirk on his pretty face. You saw his dick print straining against his boxers in the corner of your vision.

“Been waiting for this pussy to be mine,” hummed Jeonghan, long eyelashes coming over his eyes when he looked down at you. “You know, if you’d been a little more cooperative I could’ve had my cock in you everyday for the past week.”

You sobbed around his thumb, panting for air through your nose. His fingers felt so good, pistoning into you and so thin you could feel the bulge of each crooking knuckle churning in and out. His thumb sneaked back up to rub your clit again, and you clawed at his shoulders, trying to stabilize your suddenly shaking legs.

Jeonghan let out the most erotic, guttural moan you’d ever heard, when he watched drool slip from your swollen, red lips and languidly ooze on your trembling chest. His face twisted in pleasure at the sight of them, becoming all shiny and slicked up from your own spit.

“Fuck, you’re so pathetic. Can’t believe you’re fucking drooling all over your tits,” he spat, cheeks flushed as he leaned back to look at them, all pretty and slick and glowing under the maze’s fluorescent tubes. He slipped his thumb from your mouth to begin smearing the spit all over your skin.

Your cunt pulsed around his fingers, clenching and unclenching as something in your belly tightened. You heaved for air, moaning loudly into the maze and practically crying.

“F-Fuck, Hannie, f-feels s’ good!” you whined, chest thrashing under his needy hands. He lifted his gaze to smile at you, where he was crooked over to look closely at your spit-slick boobs.

“I know, baby, I know. Cum on my fingers, now, m’kay?” He smiled cheekily, pressing especially hard on your clit. You saw white, orgasm so potent, you almost didn’t even register how Jeonghan dived into your chest, wrapping his lips around one of your nipples

The wet, smacking of his lips and his pleased humming into the soft skin only spurred on your orgasm, as your cum coated Jeonghan’s fingers. His nose, buried in the flesh of your tit, breathed out a dam of warm air into it.

His fingers stilled within you, slowly pulling out, while he continued to lap at your chest, warm tongue on your areola. You tried to catch your breath, but it was hard with how he moaned around your fucking tit, sucking and smacking his lips, while holding you to him. You cried out softly when he nibbled at it, to which he finally pulled away, smiling teasingly.

There was something about the way he was so shameless about it, that almost made you feel even more ashamed, especially when you saw your form in the mirror, and how wet and red your boob was from his insistent sucking. You blushed deeply.

“You gettin’ shy on me now?” he tapped your cheek, eyes twinkling.

“Not used to seeing myself,” you mumbled sheepishly. Jeonghan’s ever lust-filled gaze was overtaken with a very deep, fundamental adoration. His smile became genuine - not teasing nor in feigned sympathy. Despite being the sexiest person he’d ever met, Jeonghan found you so severely cute in that moment, all heaved breaths and glossy lips and rosy cheeks.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, tapping your nose. The action would’ve been annoying were not entirely too fond of him at this moment. His eyes wandered, trailing down your collarbones and back to your cleavage. Then returned the lust: “Beautiful, pretty, gorgeous girl with big, bouncing fuckin’ tits.”

His fascination with them was genuinely insane, but you thought he was pretty and sweet, so you let him marvel.

As if he could never get enough, he reached out one hand and cupped your tit again.

“Are you gonna be a good girl and let me fuck your pretty tits?” Jeonghan asked, experimentally pressing the mounds together and licking his lips at the sight. He had to swallow (and he would never admit this) because the idea actually had him salivating.

“Yes, Hannie,” you said sweetly, because although you really wanted his dick inside you, he had that twinkle in his eye that made your heart burst, and, indeed, you would do anything to keep the starlight blazing in his pupils. Jeonghan looked up with raised brows - this time, the surprise was not feigned. Swiftly, he grabbed your head and kissed you, deeply and appreciatively licking into your mouth.

“Good girl,” he murmured, rowing the two of you away from the mirror-wall with his tongue down your throat. “Good fucking girl.”

He pulled away from you, frantically looking around, and you simply waited for his command. He began to crawl onto the floor, lying down on the hard, sleek black flooring, resting on his elbows.

“C’mere,” was all he said, and you sat down on top of him, confused. He wantonly pushed you by your shoulder so you rested further down, while he lifted his hip to free his cock.

It was long and right by your fucking face.

Impossibly pretty and pink near the tip, it oozed sticky, white liquid, dripping down the veiny side, and now you were salivating, because you almost wanted to take it in your mouth and suck his soul out.

“Shit,” he groaned, studying your face next to his hard, heavy dick with a tortured expression on his face. It seemed his thoughts had traveled the same road as yours, because when he spoke, he said: “There’s so much I wanna do to you, doll. Give me another couple shifts, I’ll have your cum all over the fucking park.”

Without another word, he leaned forward and grabbed each of your tits, hovering just below where his dick extended out, proud and tall like a gothic church. You helped by crawling further over his tan body, lying down on your stomach with your chest raised up.

Jeonghan enclosed your tits around his dick, breath shaking and eyes blinking shut. The sounds he released were angelic, wetting and rewetting his fiery lips, and he struggled to keep his eyes open from the pleasure. He didn’t want to close them though, because the sight of you was insane.

You were so pretty, smiling in adoration where you laid between his legs. Prettiest girl in the world, he thought, just letting him bounce your fat tits up and down his shaft like a good, obedient girl. Your rack was like a fucking cloud around him, jerking him off and spurting pre-cum on the already slick skin.

“S-Shit, you’re so fucking- pretty-” he stuttered, breath trembling and face flushed. From every angle he saw you, perfect, pretty, cute and sweet you. Every version of you in the mirror was perfect, he realized, every copycat a perfect picture.

“You’re pretty,” you mused, wrapping your hand around the lower part of his shaft where your tits didn’t quite reach and squeezing it. Jeonghan moaned, stammering the breathy noise. He gulped then.

“I-I’m gonna cum, shit-” he sucked in a harsh breath. He could not believe how lovely you were, how witty and funny and sweet and how big your fucking tits were bouncing up and down around his cock. “C-Can I cum on them, baby?”

“Of course, Hannie,” you obeyed sweetly, watching how he desperately bucked his hips upwards. Squeezing your hand around the base of his cock, you let out a final admission to help him cum: “Want you to cum on my tits, Hannie, want it so bad.”

Sure enough, it was that easy, because without warning long ropes of thick, white cum spurted into the valley of your breasts and climbed up to your collarbones and neck. Jeonghan cried out when he came, eyes finally squeezing totally shut and hips stuttering into your chest. He sounded angelic, even with his voice hoarse from the weed and grunting.

You let him calm down, waited until his pants turned into soft, regular breaths, and released his now flaccid cock from your cleavage.

“Oh shit, baby,” he sighed happily. “Come up here.”

You crawled up to his chest, curling into his open arms and feeling him under your cheek. Your legs entangled on the funhouse floor, mirrors a little foggy from the sweat and the sex. It was perfect, lying in his chest, having him, knowing he wanted you and liked you. Perfectly timeless, you draped over each other limply.

Or almost perfect.

You wiggled your hips away from his body, hoping then he wouldn’t notice how you were still leaking from your poor, puffy hole. Jeonghan frowned when you did so, though, both hands grabbing your waist and tilting his head down to look at you.

“What is it, baby?” he asked.

You looked away bashfully, shaking your head, but Jeonghan gripped your face in one hand, just as condescending as his thumb had been earlier: “You’re covered in my cum, baby. You’re not getting shy on me now. Tell Hannie what’s troubling you.”

His voice was stern. You tightened your lips the best you could with his hand squeezing your cheeks together.

“I just..” you were embarrassed again, with how your words became muffled and slurred by his flexed hand. He paid it no mind though, looking at you intently to continue.

“YouweresoprettyearlierIgotwetagain.”

You squeezed your eyes shut. From beyond the dark void, you heard Jeonghan laughing. You opened your eyes and he removed his hand from your face, instead brushing it through your hair lovingly.

You were gonna get whiplash with how lovingly he looked at you, how sweetly and with so much wonder and adoration; and how it stood in such a stark contrast to the words that left his mouth:

“Baby, you just get up and bounce your fat tiddies around a little bit, I promise you, I’ll get hard in the next five fucking minutes. Then you can get my cock in your cute, greedy pussy. How’s that sound?”

Really fucking good.

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Eleven to One: Hate You Lots

Male Reader x Ahn Yujin, Kim Minju, Kim Chaewon

Length: 7440 words

Tags: Daddy kink, perverted family, nudist kink, submission, kneeling, good girls, blow job, double blow job, deepthroating, face fuck, training, cursing, public, undressing, degradation, insulting, hate sex, someone calls you out on your weird behavior, sex in front of others, hair pulling, riding, bad sex, Chaewon is bad at sex, mentions of 2Kim, body licking, passionate kissing, maybe mind break?, cowgirl, fingering, dangerous sex, Yujin sells out her friend kekw

TW: hate sex, cursing, extreme Daddy kinks; Disclaimer: no, I don't believe you can turn gay people straight, ffs, I hope no one thinks that, and if you do, kindly turn on your brain or go away lol

Credit: @sooyadelicacies for co-writing

Inspiration: The big horny; also, someone has to oppose this crazy family kink/idea xD

(A/N: editing is not that great as is my health rn. Stay safe and healthy out there, everyone. Let's continue this fucked up saga with a crazy part and multiple scenes ;D)

“Daddy, you need to hurry up!”

Yujin stands in the kitchen door and bops up and down like an excited puppy. She’d surely swing her tail around wildly if she were a dog, but that is besides the point. You’re still tired from stressful phone calls the night before. Doesn’t help that it’s still very early in the morning. If the sun hasn’t bothered showing up yet, why should you.

"Do we have to go watch this performance? They film these things so early all the time," you groan in annoyance and sip at your coffee.

"Daddy, please?” Yujin begs with folded hands and sparkling eyes. “It will be so nice to see Chaewon and Sakura perform again. I really like their new song and you will too!"

When Yujin plays nice, it means she really wants something. This is close to a girl asking her Daddy for something—this comes too close to all the family stuff she has you fantasizing about lately. Try not to spit out your coffee and frantically wave your hand.

"Fine, we'll go. But I expect some pleasure when we get home,” you add with raised eyebrows and Yujin winks. “I have yet to meet Chaewon. Everyone describes her as lovable."

"Chaewon-unnie won't disappoint you. She sure is loveable. However, I think that she is showing new sides to herself."

"Sure, whatever. I'll set Hyewon up to go to the meeting then."

"Thank you so much, Daddy."

"Now look for a nice dress," you say, eyes roaming Yujin’s pajama-covered curves, "Only I get to see you like this."

"Of course, Daddy. I always wear outfits just for you… I think you'll like today's too."

Yujin starts to undress. The dress is still in her room, but the pajamas fall off her slender figure already. You can never get enough of this extraordinary sight. You might be a bit pressed for time, but as you look over your naked Yujin, your lust gets the better of you.

"I want you now, baby girl. Call for Minju too. No reason you two shouldn't be sucking my cock right now."

Yujin turns around on her heel and immediately kneels on the floor. Her hands rest idly on her lap and she gives you a hellish, seductive grin before calling out her former bandmates name:

"Minju-unnie~ come here a-s-a-p."

You hear steps coming from further down the floor. They are not normal steps, but rather from someone who was caught by surprise and stumbles towards you. A faint creak, Minju rushes from the bathroom to you and she quickly stops right next to Yujin. You eye the fresh make-up on her cheeks and light lipstick on her luscious lips. Sadly, you can't eye her naked body in all its glory, because she tries to cover most of it with her hands.

"Y-yes, Yujinie?" Minju asks shyly, trying not to stare down at Yujin’s immaculate body too much.

"I think Daddy wants something~"

Yujin's eyes narrow and she begins to stick out her tongue to show lots of drool pooling on it. She gradually crawls towards you, sticking out her bubble butt and shaking with blatant want. She is giving it her all to be desirable, submissive and still punishable.

"Wh-what does Daddy need?" Minju asks kindly and turns to you. Make-up or not, her cheeks are rosy from embarrassment. She is still, even after a couple of weeks, not used to being in full nude before you, although she committed so willingly after you made her yours.

You grab the hand covering Minju's pussy while Yujin finally reaches your tight pants and rubs her cheek onto the bulge with a purr. Yujin's fingers play with your zipper while yours play with Minju's clit. You flick it lightly once, then rougher. Tears glisten and sparkle in narrow eyes, and you look deeply into the mess Minju is slowly becoming. However, her arm still crosses her chest and hides her breasts.

"Daddy needs you, Minju, because you are his. I think we agreed on this, so show me your amazing body."

Her labia is wet to the touch, thus inserting a finger is easy. Minju tenses up for a second, but when you kiss her cheek, she relaxes and you plunge two more fingers into her. She screams out, but you plug her mouth the same way: three digits, hilt deep in a wet hole of hers. It’s like pushing all the right buttons to deactivate Minju’s resolve. Her arm falls from her chest. Finally, she is a bare feast for you.

"You can do better, Minmin," you say with a slight sigh of disappointment at the end. Your fingers move in and out of Minju faster and faster. In the meantime, Yujin takes a long ass time to free your length. It's probably because you are focused not on her but on teaching Minju a lesson, but this is no reason to keep you waiting. Yujin has no right to deny you your pleasure, yet she still finds ways to subtly tease you.

Remove your fingers from Minju's mouth and let her moan and whimper freely as she begins to grind on your deeply buried digits that twist and turn inside her hot walls. With your now free hand, you pull out your cock, much to Yujin's surprise, and slap it across her face. It's a shame that you have to give them a small punishment before you can get to the main course, but it's also not bad. Training puppies is more fun than you ever thought.

"I-I'm so-sorry, Daddy," Minju cries out and falls to her knees. It’s the only way to escape your fingers, however, it’s not a way to escape your rule. You immediately slap her face with your cock as well, until she finally sticks out her tongue, which Yujin instinctively does. The younger one has already stained the floor with her runny saliva, so before she ruins it entirely, you put your cock on her lips. You could call it a plug.

"Lube it up, bitch! Show me what your mouth is really useful for,” you groan at Yujin, then shift your attention to Minju. "Minmin, I called you here because I wanted you to join us, but you still have to learn a lot. I pray for your sake that you don’t stretch my patience intentionally. Get some saliva from Yujin and help her lube it up—or go back to your room!

Oh, and Yujin: if you want to go to Chaewon's performance, you'll be a good girl, right?"

"Yes, Daddy!" the younger shouts.

"N-no, Daddy," her unnie whimpers cutely.

Two very different answers, but both are exactly what you want to hear. Minju makes a cute face while gathering saliva in her mouth and gets ready to kiss your cockhead. When Yujin turns to her however, ready to give some of her drool, Minju becomes a flushing mess. In panic, she misses Yujin’s lips and releases her collected drool all over her friend's cheek.

Guess her feelings are quite strong for her ex-group members.

Minju's saliva trails down Yujin's face and chin and the latter can't help but giggle. Not in her usual cute and cheerful way, but in a lewd, horny way. Yujin grabs Minju's tomato-colored head and finds her lips in a furious make-out session. The klutz is wide eyed at first, but she melts into Yujin, the Dongsaeng she so loves and her eyelids fall shut. Dams break and the flow of drool is like a raging torrent from one mouth to the other. You line yourself up right next to it.

Yujin frees herself and releases everything from her mouth. A skilled tongue wets almost your entire manhood, from your base to all over your balls and underside. Minju follows suit and her cute mouth releases a waterfall as well. It covers your tip and the remaining dry skin without fail. They both begin to spread and massage the lubricant all over your rigid shaft and full balls, making you groan deeply. Fucking finally.

"Minju, you look so cock drunk," you mock her. "I bet you are staining the floor with your stupidly sweet juices already."

"Swowwy, Daddy,” she babbles with no regard for manners as her mouth is stuffed with your rod.

"Are you sorry though?"

Yujin gives a strong suck on your balls; it’s more like she leaves a message. She is fed up with being ignored. Her lips pucker around every one of your most sensitive parts. She knows your cock inside out, of course. After all, it has been inside of her more time than she has had promotions—just how she likes it.

You snarl nonetheless.

You don't let Minju answer as you push your tip deeper into her mouth, letting her suck it gently. You pet Yujin's head to signify you knew she was there. A surprise that it works. You really did break her back there. No bratty words, no teasing pout, just diligent stimulation of her Daddy’s dick.

Minju's cock sucking is always a sloppy affair. Her feisty face with glassy orbs is always a wonderful sight as she tries to shove it all inside her. She is still lacking however. You are sure this will not tip you over the edge, although she is able to extract precum from your slit with her quick tongue. The biggest issue is that she is scared to take the massive thing, shove it down her throat herself. Minju is not on the same sluttiness level as her Dongsaeng, who would gladly fuck herself on you until tears fall down—for a meal, for shoes, for a meeting with her Unnies.

"Fuck, it's not enough," you groan in slight anger and slide your hand from Yujin's sweaty hair to Minju's brown locks. Grip them tightly to force her head down your phallus. Her forehead crashes onto your pelvis. Minju chokes, you groan, Yujin gasps.

"Minmin… you need more training. I'm losing patience, fuck,” you curse. This should have been an easy and casual affair, breezy and mindless but it takes effort to train Minju. If she wasn't so cute with a fuckable body, your hospitality would certainly expire at some point. Now, she is basically family, and you are willing to help her be a good girl, a good slut. Family, s-sure.

Doesn’t matter if you call yourself family, you push deeper against her throat anyways. She is here for your use. Yujin meanwhile keeps trying to put your balls in her mouth, down her throat almost, as if her life depends on it. Yujin is learning to share, with her mommies, with her sister, with her family. Not again, fucking family.

"Daddy, if she can't take it, then I'm ready. Ready to fulfill your desire."

Yujin’s purr pulls you out of your disturbingly hot thoughts. She pouts on your balls, her desperately pleading, yet sharp eyes watching you from below. She massages your thighs with her soft fingers, slobbers all over your balls and moans in her most delicate voice. Yujin doesn't only want attention, she wants to win and is determined to be the perfect, disgustingly drooling slut for you. Rivalry between siblings?

"Shut up! You better help your unnie get better at it. Maybe you'll get some reward, but that is out of your control."

This is the moment where she would usually roll her eyes, but Yujin is a changed girl now—or is she hiding her annoyance? Either way, Yujin backs off behind Minju, who chokes on your cock whenever you pull her closer to your crotch. Tears and sweat of her struggle cover her face, yet she still doesn’t get it.

Your grip on Minju's hair loosens when Yujin's fingers seductively crawl up Minju's neck to the top of her head. The older girl gets goosebumps and wide eyes at the sensation and then shrieks. Yujin has her long, healthy locks in a tight grip.

"Unnie," she says in a bitchy and unamused tone, something very rare these days. "I really love you, but you're doing this wrong. Let me help."

What follows somewhat negates the fact that Yujin just told Minju that she loves her. With unexpected roughness, she starts to slam down the elders face onto your pelvis. Minju's forehead forcefully touches your abdomen and your dick breaks every barrier in her throat to reach deep into her. She gargles on her own spit for a second and chokes like it would actually save her from the massiveness blocking her air flow.

"Like. This. Unnie. Down."

Yujin pulls Minju back at her hair and with each new word she mimics a deep throating motion only a goddess of cocksucking could manage—and Minju is definitely no goddess at it yet. She tries her best to take it, to go at the pace herself, but Yujin just goes faster. It's impossible for her to adapt to the speed, but for you, this struggle is an even greater joy.

"Oh God, this is good. Actually fucking good!"

You groan and smile with the confidence of someone who has earned this and the more you think about it, the further you feel validated. Your hands cannot remain idle, they want to reach for Minju's hair. Yujin however gives you no reason to do so, and so you dig your fingers into hers, those perfect brown strands on this perfect bitch.

"Train her well, Yujin."

"I will, Daddy."

"Good. Open your mouth."

Yujin smiles greedily, the cock hungriness of a million horny sluts in her eyes. Her grip on Minju loosens and you give the beautiful, ruined klutz a chance to breathe. Minju falls to the floor coughing and spitting, her makeup everywhere but their original position.

Your girlfriend's mouth opens invitingly. Your length disappears inside her and you burst at the distinctive, perfect touch of her tongue. Yujin's eyes are bright and wide open as she receives the gift of validation, of triumph over your adoration for Minju. More than a mouthful of cum, enough to satisfy her hunger and encourage her cock drunkness.

"You need more training," you calmly say to Minju while patting Yujin as she cleans your dick. "Otherwise Daddy will be disappointed."

"I... I understand, Daddy. D-do you stil—”

"Don't ask such a question,” you interrupt her firmly, but with more care and love than you ever did before. “I'm sure you will do good next time, hm?"

"Y-yes, Daddy."

No matter how rich you are, you cannot control time. Hours fly by and the meet-up you promised Yujin to go to arrives faster than you wanted. You had to control yourself after seeing your girlfriend's outfit, that amazing dress showing off her body incredibly well. It looked as hot as her bare body, maybe even better in a way.

Control over your urges becomes better with boring people around you. The directors, cameramen and managers get easily fooled by Yujin's act. Yujin remains professional, no one can assume any kind of special or weird relationship between the two of you. A simple meeting, they don’t even ask you a single question. Is it really this easy to get behind the scenes of such a shoot?

After the boring introductions are over, you get ready for new, more fun ones.

First off is Sakura. The second she sees Yujin and you exit the conference room with all the managers, she leaves her bandmates behind and runs over. Her upper body is covered by a pink blanket to keep her warm, but below it you see hints of a white stage outfit. Baggy trousers and some kind of crop top.

The smaller Sakura stands before her Dongsaeng and gets in position to bow down, but Yujin quickly embraces her. With glee she shouts:

"Unnie, I missed you so much! It's been so long."

"Yujinnie, were you always this tall?"

"Yah! You sound like a grandma."

The two of them start to giggle and you give them a weak smile. The others should not catch you being suspicious, so you look around the vast hall. A very simplistic set, mostly colored in gray. In between the expensive camera equipment and handful of staff, you eye another person clothed in white. Your jaw begins to fall as you inspect the revealing outfit and incredible body more and more. This is definitely sluttier than anything Yujin ever wore in any of her stages.

You cough and look back down to your girlfriend who is still giggling and chatting with Sakura. The two of them are holding hands and you see Yujin's eyes sparkle in happiness. Good for her, definitely, but your cockhead is already urging you to think of someone else. Who is wearing this loose, insane collection of white stripes barely hiding anything?

"Oh shoot, we're about to perform," Sakura gasps and quickly hugs Yujin. Before she leaves, she gives you an unmistakable wink and a classic, beautiful smile, "Thank you for coming!"

"Unnie, fighting!"

"Glad to see you enjoying yourself," you whisper, but Yujin puts a finger on your lips.

"You don't want to miss this. I'm pretty sure Chaewon will be to your liking."

“Impurities / show you my impurities.”

"Cut!” the director shouts as the girl group members still stand there, frozen in the final pose of their dance. “Well done! We'll wrap things up for today."

Everyone cheers and claps, the shoot went excellent. Yujin besides you joins in as well, even the last random staff sitting in the corner applauds.

Everyone except you. You are completely feral. All because of this one fucking girl, with her short black hair in stark contrast to her slutty white outfit. All because she has to look so fucking hot while dancing this already provocative dance. All because of her fucking impurities. You almost lose your cool and reach for Yujin's ass, but this is not the time, not the place, not even for this. Fucking Chaewon, fuck.

Chaewon walks over and screeches when she sees her beloved Dongsaeng. Unlike with Sakura, the two of them immediately crash into one another and exchange hugs, jokes and all the banter they can come up with. This time, you are unable to look away for long. Chaewon's ass has its own gravity. It pulls your gaze back every time you notice how long you've been staring.

"Unnie, you are so good! And you look so good! This is going to be such a hit," Yujin babbles.

"You are one to talk," Chaewon responds in delight. "You have grown to become a beautiful woman. I bet you will make someone really happy one day."

Yujin grins and whispers directly into Chaewon's ear. From your point of view, it's impossible to understand anything, let alone read her lips. After a short while, Chaewon backs out of the hug. The situation has grown tense, cold even, but it gets even colder for you when Chaewon suddenly walks up to you. She stares—not into your eyes, but straight to your soul.

"You fucking pig."

"Excuse me?"

"You are disgusting. I swear to God, if you do anything fucked up... I'm going to fuck you up so bad, until you—ugh!"

Chaewon’s sentence is cut off by a disgusted gag. She stomps away quickly, her face filled with despise and harsh anger. The sway of her hips is even stronger than before now, which disturbs your feelings. Confusion and horniness force you to stand and ogle her bubble butt while your heart cannot comprehend these conflicting emotions inside you.

"What the fuck was that?" you whisper to Yujin, as she guides you out of the studio. "What the hell did you tell her that she would get this pissed?"

"Look," Yujin says, her tone far from playful and bratty, much closer to serious and guilty. "I knew that you would get the hots for her, but I didn't know that she would hate the idea so much."

"Which idea? What did you tell her, Yujin?"

The two of you flee towards your car to get some actual privacy. You can't raise your voice to her in public after all, although now might be the perfect time. Depending on what she just told Chaewon, literally everything could be in deep shit.

"Chill, Daddy, I told her that you are my boyfriend and that we'd like to have a threesome with her. Nothing too crazy, just something to sooth her in."

"And?"

"I-I mentioned the Daddy kink… and a b-bit more, you-you know?"

You sigh and put on your seatbelt. The engine roars and you start to race towards your apartment. Whatever Yujin means by ‘a bit more’, it made Chaewon seriously angry, which could make things bad for you quickly. Your mind tries to find a good response or solution to it, at the very least, you should find a punishment for Yujin that suits her stupid behavior.

A red light makes you hit the breaks. Yujin's hand immediately travels to your thigh and massages it. Coldly, you slap it away.

"Get in the backseat. I need to find a solution to this. And you better help me think, slut."

Yujin obediently climbs over the center console and positions herself in the middle of the back row. Through the rearview mirror, you see her in her gorgeous black dress with those sexy black stockings and her ruinable hair, make-up, face. You click your tongue as the lights turn green.

"Daddy, I'm sorry,” Yujin stutters to defend herself. “To-to be honest, I was convinced Chaewon—l-look, I relied on her being needy and desperate. A-and because you are so hot, I thought she was down for it."

"Undress."

"Wh-what."

"You heard me right, bitch. Get out of that dress. Slowly. I want to see what I own."

Yujin nods hesitantly. Her fingers fidget at the silky hem of her expensive dress and she begins to slowly pull up. Goosebumps of fear and excitement spread over her pale skin. She knows that those side windows are tainted, but the front is of course still wide open. Anyone could catch the unlikely, yet possible glimpse of her bare body if she continues this.

"Go on, " you snark in excessive annoyance, "Either give me a solution or get rid of that dress."

"I-I, " Yujin stutters. You hit the breaks at another red light and stare through the mirror. Your eyes lock and before you can order her to go full nude, she jumps in realization.

"Minju! I-I know a way, Daddy!"

"What?"

"Uhm... Minju is, if you remember from our punishment game, ve-very much into Chaewon, a-and as far as I know, Chaewon feels the same."

"So?" you say impatiently, fingers tipping the top of the steering wheel. The light turns green. You hit the throttle and as the Mercedes accelerates, you can hear Yujin's plan play out in your head. Guess she won't have to drive around naked.

At least not this time.

"Step 1: Get Minju and Chaewon to be on a call."

The plan starts off easy. All it takes for this to happen is for you and Minju to be home at the same time, which happens quite frankly. After all, Minju is not an actively training idol anymore and Hyewon is doing a good job right now, so you can stay at home with no worries. Now you only need to find a fitting moment.

Minju walks into the kitchen. Some sixth sense inside your crotch tells you to take the opportunity. Right now, now or never, a perfect time frame, whatever you may call it, it's enough to make you jump up and follow the naked beauty. Minju reaches for one of the upper shelves, a cookie box on top of it. She looks adorable, trying to grasp the metal frame of the colorful box. You grab her waist from behind and sit her on the opposite counter top. For no reason, you press a kiss on her lips.

"Huh? D-Daddy?"

"Fuck, you are beautiful. Uhm, did you want the cookies."

"Y-yeah, i-if I may."

"Of course."

You grab one of them and give it to her. As she begins to happily much on it, you give her her cellphone.

"Can you call Chaewon?"

"Chaewon-unnie? Why?"

"Well... I'm pretty sure she misses you. And it's shortly after noon, so she’s probably on a break right now."

You press your hands into Minju's thighs, massaging them, spreading them, while getting close to her face and whispering:

"Don't you want to see her again? Maybe set up a meeting to kiss?"

Minju blushes. She tries to hide her face, an odd visual as her whole body is in full nude and her pussy more and more visible from your spreading her legs. Nonetheless, she still searches for Chaewon's number and calls her the second the last cookie crumbs tumble down her throat.

"Unnie! This is Minju! Yes. Yes, I miss you too. We haven't talked in forever."

The two of them engage in a lively conversation immediately. Minju is engaged, distracted, as you predicted. Her beautiful smile and giggles as she gets teased are so endearing, you feel a little bad for using her.

"Step 2: Let Chaewon hear how good you make Minju feel."

Minju's legs are spread. She is not completely oblivious to it, as she gives you concerned glances, but she does not close them. She really became a good girl, so you will treat her like one. Grab her thighs and adjust her on the surface, then lower yourself to her crotch.

"U-u-unnie, I..."

You blow on Minju's pussy and then dive tongue-first into the pink, twitching entrance.

Your taste buds get a taste of what she seems to be leaking all the time and you can't lie: it's addicting. Her juice is like honey, but a lot less tenacious and easily consumable. With your tongue spreading her lips, you get a good amount of it and she is obviously unable to understand what Chaewon is saying.

You enjoy her taste, but her odor might be even better. She smells fresh like a rose and needy like the good girl she is slowly becoming for her Daddy. You could sniff her for longer, but the time is ticking. Chaewon won't stay on the phone forever after all, so you drag your tongue over Minju's labia. Her legs jerk lightly and she whimpers softly, softer than her folds. Those folds get greedily attacked by your licks, the left side, the right side, then all over. A first moan is imminent, and Minju releases it right into the speaker.

"Minmin?" Chaewon asks worriedly, "Are you alright?"

"Y-yes, I—hng, ah!"

Suck on her clit and Minju's phone tumbles out of her hand. You quickly pick it up and put it against her mouth. Chaewon shall hear every sound, every pant, every sexy moan from Minju's pretty lips.

"Minmin, what's happening?"

"I-It's okay, hng, it feels so go-good, ah!"

Minju's hand in your hair is unsure if it should push you away from her twitching core or deeper into it. Her thighs however are a lot more honest. They press down on your ears from each side. The more viciously you lick and suck, the less gentle they become.

"What feels good? Wait, are you masturbating? During a call?!"

"N-no, I, " Minju stops and her teary eyes look down at you. You quickly nod and give her an award in advance: a sudden finger in her empty, greedy pussy.

"I-I'm not, Unnie, he-he is just so good, ah! I'm gon-gonna cu—"

Minju mindlessly screams and squirts as you finger-and-tongue-fuck her over the edge. The fact that she cums so easily now makes you proud and you'd love to drink more from her leaking hole, but you have your fun adventure to not only end a call, but also start a new crazy chapter in your life.

"Who, Minju who in the fucking hell—"

"It's me, Chaewon,” you say in a dismissive, confident tone. “Yes, me. The fucking pig. I bet you know where to find me. But don't get your hopes high."

You give Minju a loud, sloppy kiss as she still moans in deep blissfulness.

"Minju is mine."

"Step 3: Wait."

A ring at your doorbell. Minju walks to the speaker and filled with enthusiasm, she presses the button to call Chaewon's elevator up. She leaves the door open and walks back to you.

"Well done, Minmin. Are you not embarrassed? Being naked before Chaewon?"

"No, no," she shakes her head cutely, then blushes, "we saw each other naked often."

"Oh? So you two did more than just kissing, huh~?"

Minju's blush grows. In what can only be the universe's irony, she rather hides her face then her exposed pussy and medium size breasts. She has really gotten used to being naked—or it's because she is still euphoric from your cock being in her right after the call ended?

"Do you want to do it again?"

Your question makes Minju look up at your closer coming figure. You love the shyness and innocence she still has even after all that has happened. It makes you want to cuddle her—or break her again, fuck her mindlessly against the wall, in the shower or in front of her friend.

"Do you want to have sex with Chaewon? Or do you want this?"

You drop your dress pants and although her eyes remain locked with yours, her hand instinctively reaches for your still hard cock. Another clear victory for you, as she strokes you.

"Minmin, where are you?" Chaewon shouts from the front door.

"Tell her where you are, Minmin, " you sadistically whisper into her ear. "Tell her who owns you, tell her where you reside, where you spend your days naked and being a whore. Minmin look at me. Would you ever touch Chaewon without Daddy's permission? Would you ever want to? Or is Daddy all you need, all you ever want?"

You put your hand at her chin and hold her up to you, oozing a wad of spit from your mouth into hers. Suddenly, Chaewon rushes in and stops in the door frame. With an inner grin, you let even more spit run down on Minju's tongue and down her chin which you firmly hold. Feeling your own saliva has rarely felt this good.

"Min... Minju what is—you fucking bastard, you pig! I'm going to kill you!"

If she would follow up her words, Chaewon would need to leap towards you and tackle you to the ground, yet she still stands there, her knees shaking from anger, her hands in firm fists. You smirk at her, not concerned in the slightest. All that matters rests in your palm and is as well-trained as ever.. It’s the same as with Hyewon: you have all the leverage, not only the feeling of power, but real power. You are not going to hold it back

"What's wrong?” you respond with utmost wit. “Come and kill me then. But I assume you won’t even step into the room, what a disappointment. Minmin, tell Chaewon what we just discussed. Tell her everything."

"Shut the fuck up!” Chaewon screams at the top of her lungs, face boiling bright red in rage. “Minju, get away from him. You don't have to do that. He is just using you to cheat on Yujin!"

"B-but Unnie," Minju gulps down your spit and gives her friend a serious, determined look. "This is my home, this is where I-I walk around naked everyday. This is my Daddy and I'm so happy he owns me and f-fucks me. Thank you, Daddy."

Minju gets on her toes and you pull at her chin to start a short, passionate torrent of kisses, while her pussy presses down on your upright shaft. Chaewon gasps.

"Cheat on Yujin?” you say with slight indignation, as your tongue slips from Minju’s lips. “I would never and have never. In fact, Yujin is the one who pushed Minju here in the first place! I didn't want her here, but she's proven to be a fun toy and a good girl for Daddy. Isn't that right Minju?

She nods eagerly, her eyes shimmering, licking the spit on her face or the juice in her crotch. You firmly squeeze her chin and stare her down to the absolute shock of her friend.

“Now, you didn't listen to me fully. Would you ever touch Chaewon without Daddy's permission? Would you ever desire her without my approval? Who has given you the greatest happiness and pleasure in your life, who do you love the most, Minmin?"

"I love Chaewon, but I want Daddy. Daddy owns me, I only want your cock."

"Good girl," you growl with a smirk. She didn't need to be so cute about it, but you can't help but dig into her collarbone with kisses while lifting her light body up. She wraps her legs around your waist and with ease, your cock penetrates her slick pussy. Without caring for the frozen Chaewon, you carry Minju to the couch.

"Ride Daddy, Minju. Show Chaewon how you bounce on someone you really love."

"Yo-you are a bit mean, Dad—ah!"

You give her a heavy thrust and a spank on her firm ass. The hit on both her inside and outside leaves her mewling and she abides. Much to the dismay of Chaewon, Minju starts to bounce on your cock like a marble bounces down an endless staircase. Her hands are wrapped around your nape and you enjoy the sight of her delirious face and shaking tits.

"Good girl Minmin. Who has given you the best pleasure, baby girl? Is it Chaewon or me?"

"Daddy! Daddy is the best!"

"That's fucking enough!"

Chaewon finally gathered her strength. Her stomps are strong. Like an angry hoard of buffaloes, she storms over to you and wraps her arms around Minju. With one strong pull, she gets her Dongsaeng off of your cock.

"N-no, Unnie, I want."

"Minju, he won't do this to you anymore."

Chaewon reaches for both your tip and your throat. Mercilessly, she squeezes down on both of them while locking eyes. Her dark irises are like a void of hatred, sucking you in. The power of a blackhole, while her hands use the power to suffocate your pleasure.

Yet you don't break a sweat. With a badly faked whimper, you say what she probably wants to hear.

"I'm so scared, oh no, don't kill me Chaewon."

"Chaewon! What the hell are you doing? Get away from him right now!"

You smirk as Chaewon turns around and sees an angry, truly angry Minju. This wasn't anger of jealousy or desire, but of seeing a loved one in danger, a need to protect.

"You are out of your mind, Minju!" Chaewon shouts back at her friend and stares. The blackholes that couldn't do anything to you, seem to be effective. No matter how angry Minju is, she will always be soft at heart. She backs off, still irritated and clearly unsatisfied.

It's a circus you love to see. Anything to make Chaewon crack a little more.

"Wow, calling your best friend these words. You must be the one out of your mind, Chaewon. Maybe the bitchiness has clouded your brain."

"Shut up, shut up, shut up! I hate you, I hate you so fucking much. I will... I will take this from you."

She squeezes your cock even tighter.

"This? You want to rip it off?" you laugh at her face.

"No. I will drain you. Remove all the pleasure from what you think your 'power' is."

Chaewon leans to your face and digs all of her fingernails into your skin. The pain in your facade is the only thing that you don't have to fake anymore. It hurts like hell.

"And then I'll take Minju back."

"Oh ho," you mockingly hum. Chaewon rids herself of her skirt and panties. For the first time, she isn't pressing something down or into your throat. You probably bleed from there, if not it's just the sweat. But to win this, every drop of blood, sweat and tears is worth it.

"I'll fucking fuck you till your breath stops, pathetic son of a bitch."

Chaewon does not give you a chance to respond. The palm of her hand is firmly pressed on your lips as she sinks on your shaft. Her pussy, a freshly shaved innie, is incredibly tight and she struggles to get you in. In frustration, she spits in her hand and lubes you up.

You try to make a scene by flailing with your arms. Maybe she really believes that she can break you this way. But there is certainly a small part in her that just wants to try it. The pleasure you give to her Dongsaengs, the temptation that is your body and cock, they are all too great to not be a factor in her bizarre decision to straddle your lap.

"Shit," Chaewon winces when you finally pierce her open. This time the penetration is a bit easier, but she still struggles. Her plan looks even more embarrassing now. How in the hell does she want to hurt you if she is already hurting at this stage.

"U-Unnie, stop doing that," Minju urges her from the side, stern concern in her voice.

Chaewon shakes her head and wipes a tear off her face. She's got you almost entirely inside her and starts to wiggle her hips a little. You can't lie, this isn't a lot of fun for you either. She is too dry inside and compared to the enthusiastic, submissive Minju, she is absolutely no fun. If you were doomed to always have sex like this for the rest of your life, she would have succeeded in breaking your spirit.

Luckily, this is not the case.

"W-well? Already hating it?" Chaewon asks, her voice trying to sound triumphant while her face contorts in pain. She removes her hand from your lips and you frown at her, unimpressed, unfazed.

"Minju, come over here."

Your command is followed instantly. Minju kneels next to you, her beautiful body upright on the couch. Her gorgeous breasts are on your eye-level and you have to force yourself to look past them. Her face is painted with uncertainty and neediness.

"Yes, Daddy? Ah!"

Instead of answering her, you stick two fingers into her entrance below. Minju begins to mewl like a cute kitten and the envy on Chaewon's face is priceless. Surely she can attack you in this position, but as she is unable to adjust to the large phallus inside her, she won't do anything.

"Your Unnie doesn't feel as great as you. Do you think there is any way we can help her, how you can help her?"

"Daddy, I know e-every spot that Chaewon-unnie likes."

"No, Minju, no," Chaewon whines, but before she can get a hand on her friend, you grab both her wrists and hold them tightly.

"That's great, but first, give me Chaewon's panties. We have to tie her up, she has been very naughty."

This is the moment Chaewon should realize that her plan was futile and stupid to begin with and that her curiosity and libido got the better of her. With her smelly panties, she receives the treatment of a caught criminal, all while her friend is playing along. The only way out would be to leave, but this would mean to leave Minju behind.

Chaewon's heart cannot allow this. It cannot forget how strong she feels whenever the taller girl smiles or waves at her, when they cuddled in bed during the covid scares, when they cried together after the final concert. All the times they got intimate together—she can't leave her behind.

"Good girl," you groan to Minju and caress her cheek. In Chaewon's mind, you're saying it to her and she hates it. She hates every last bit of you. The way you nuzzle up into Minju to whisper to her. The way you control her and force her to call you Daddy. The way you make her—

"Ah, Minju, no-not there!"

Minju places soft, slow kisses below Chaewon's navel and works her way in a zig-zag pattern from thigh to thigh. Only a few things make the fierce leader weaker than this and only Minju knows of them.

"You're doing so good, Minju."

Your praise is met with a hum when you massage her butt and then move back to gently play with her clit. Minju moves further up. She licks Chaewon's underboob, not caring about the salty sweat which resides there. Goosebumps travel all over Chaewon's skin and when Minju finally leeches onto one of her nipples, you feel it without a doubt.

"Oh, it's working,” you say excitedly as a surge of juice lubes up your shaft inside Chaewon, and you decide to tease her with it. “Chaewon, are you getting wetter?"

"N-no, pig. Fuck, I h-hate y-you."

"That's why you're here, hm? Then do it! Free 'your' Minju."

The small woman gets into position again. Your cock almost slipped all the way out of her, it's a lot easier for her to let you glide inside. However, her untrained walls still struggle with the last inch. No matter how much she forces herself, it’s not enough, agonizing for both of you. The entirety of her riding is sloppy, absolutely unenjoyable.

All her adjustments and attempts to take you faster or more of your dick end the same way: with a groan of disappointment. You let her try it over and over again, but her attempt at hate sex is nowhere near overstimulation or pain. There is a lot more boredom, although her walls have potential.

"Fuck, Chaewon, that's not gonna work."

You roll your eyes and Chaewon actually stops. Tears are in the corner of her eyes and when you look over to Minju, she seems pretty upset as well. Her only comfort is your hand rubbing her softly on her sensitive spots.

"You're pretty shit at this, wow,” you dryly whisper your factual insult. “I thought you wanted Minju back, make me resign and give up, but this is just downright bad."

"Wh-what? What the fuck are you saying?"

Chaewon is in disbelief. Her tied up hands smack your chest. You swat them away and get a hand in her short black hair.

"I'm being totally serious here. You fuck like someone who has no experience. This way, you won't get anything out of me."

You look over to Minju and when she reacts, you press a kiss on her tender lips. You coo a 'good girl' at her and she giggles cutely. Chaewon realizes the meaning of your words and immediately climbs off of your cock.

"Fuck you. I don't need that. You're a disgusting piece of shit, I don't want your fucking compliments."

"No, I bet you much rather walk to the next guy, have sex with him and let him either lie or tell you the gut punching truth. Chaewon, only here can you train without it becoming a rumor. Only here can you see Minju. These are just the facts, but do whatever you want."

"Ugh, fucking hell,” Chaewon curses with shame and disgust written all over her pretty face. She struggles for a second, then tears the tied up panties around her wrists open. To her dismay, they are completely useless now.

"Okay, Mr. Sex-Expert-Pig. What the fuck do you think is wrong? I bet I could make any guy cum in under a minute."

You scoff and stare her down.

"Oh, and then why weren't you able to make a horny 'pig' like me to cum? Do better Chaewon. Your technique, your enthusiasm, your movement are all weak. I—"

"Fucking fine then!” Chaewon screams and sends her skirt flying into a nearby wall. “I'll fuck you. I'll fuck my anger onto you every fucking day if it means getting bett—getting Minju back. And then you'll see!"

"Oh, you can try, but all compliments are reserved for good girls."

You hug Minju's waist. The cute girl is completely confused by what is happening, but she sure enjoys your affection and repeated kisses. When you press your palm to the back of her head, she wanders down your body and begins to lick your cock blissfully.

"Urg, I'm not calling you Daddy. In fact, I won't do anything for you. I'll fuck the compliments out of you and then Minju will see how pathetic you are, pig."

"I bet you will die trying, bitch."

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aizawasnumberonefan · 11 months

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here have this garbage brain rot i wrote because i’m lonely

not proofread, not really thought through, just bakugo cuddle hours

“HEY!”

“What.” you reply, clearly annoyed. You sit up in bed and yawn, squinting at your phone to see who called you. “Denks, you know it’s like four in the morning and I have a midterm tomorrow right? What could possibly be so important that you’re risking my A in economics?”

Kaminari giggles over the line and you can practically see his flushed face, swaying and drunk at whatever party he’s at. “Well fuck you too.” He giggles and ends the call.

For a brief moment, you consider laying back down and going back to sleep before groaning and calling him back.

“Yeeeees?” Denki replies and you can hear the amused grin on his face as well as the booming music in the background.

“What, what do you need? A ride? Some food? Spit it out.” Normally you wouldn’t cop an attitude with him but considering the circumstances, you feel perfectly justified to as you slide out of bed to put on shoes.

“Kacchan got too drunk and Ei wanted me to call you cuz he said I’m a-“ you hear grappling before Kirishima’s voice speaks. “Sorry, he got away from me for a second. I was about to call you: Bakubro is drunk and needs a ride home. I would be able to give him one but I think Sparky is going to be a handful tonight.” He states, after which you hear an offended “heyyy!” from Denki in the back.

“Yeah of course, just send me the address and I’ll be there in five. But you owe me a coffee in the morning as a thank you before my midterm.”

You pull up in front of the house, hearing the music and the people from a block away. You spot Kirishima, Denki, and Bakugo standing on the lawn, the two latter using Kiri as support to stand. With Kirishima waving, Katsuki walks (stumbles) over to your car, leaning down to peer through the passenger side window.

“Hey princess.” He slurs with that signature smirk of his.

“Get in, dumbass.” You reach across the seat to push open the door and he stumbles before clumsily getting in.

The two of you had been in the same friend group for years, even before college, so you didn’t mind seeing him at his least inhibited and vice versa. The person you were a few years ago would be humiliated to be seen in pajamas with messy hair, literally fresh out of bed, but she had long since disappeared. The fact that you had a crush on Katsuki is old news. You’d told him your feelings and were rejected. It was rough for a while but you found your way back together as friends.

“Give me the aux.” Bakugo snaps you out of your thoughts.

“Absolutely not. Last time I let you pick music while you were drunk we listened to We Are The Champions by Queen on repeat for the rest of the night.”

“You suck.”

“You swallow.” You quip back with a smile.

Your friendship had become much closer than it had been before your confession, and part of you is grateful for that, but some deeply repressed part of your mind still dreams about life with him. All broad shoulders, tan skin, freckles along his pretty face and shoulders. If you didn’t know better, you’d say he was mistakenly sent to Earth instead of heaven. Fortunately, you know all the nuances that make him, him. How he gets smiley and cocky most while drunk, how he still gets the steps to the macarena mixed up, how he refuses to admit that he likes his hair messed with but gets goosebumps every time you play with it, and how he sprawls out while spending time with those he cares about so that he can be touching his friends as much as possible. His tall, muscular frame and semi-permanent scowl implies that he is a different person than who he is while with you and the group.

“Are we going home?” He asks, words slurring together.

“We aren’t going to the North Pole.”

“Can I stay at yours tonight? You always take good care of meee.” He says, playing with the air conditioning.

“You can if you don’t play with the AC.” You reply, smiling as you grab his hand to put it back in his lap.

After a battle to drag Katsuki up the stairs, he’s finally face down on your sofa. You grab your hangover kit for him for when he wakes up, but as you go to set it down on the coffee table, he grips your wrist.

“Wanna stay with you tonight. Pleeeeeeeease?” He asks, vermillion eyes peering up at you from under the mop of blond hair.

“With me?”

He rolls over onto his back, his cheeks still flushed and appearance still a little rumpled after the party. “Your bed is cozier.”

“Only if you promise not to puke.”

A drunken “mhm” is murmured as he gets up, swaying slightly as he makes his way to your bedroom.

You make sure he’s cleaned up and has taken the appropriate medicine to ease his pain in the morning before letting him climb into the other side of your bed.

“Comfy?” You ask from the bathroom, brushing your teeth in the mirror.

“Mmmmmm.” Katsuki utters, his face buried in your pillow. He moves his head to the side to see you as you make your way to the bed. “Thanks.”

“Anytime.” You reply, sliding into bed, instinctually scooting into his arms as you had during shared naps so many times before.

“You’re pretty.” He mumbles into your hair.

You let out an abrupt laugh, caught off guard. “You’re drunk.” You know that you weren’t dolled up, that you’d rolled out of bed, literally, before seeing him.

“Nuh uh,” Katsuki insists, leaning up over you on one arm. “You’re pretty.”

“Kats, you’re drunk. Lay back down and let’s sleep off that hangover of yours, okay?”

Pouting, he lets himself back down and pulls you tight to him. He gets a flush to his cheeks when drunk, but thankfully that means that you can’t tell when he’s blushing from being around you as well.

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solosikoasgf · 1 year

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you know my body is yours , roman reigns (nsfw)

pairing: roman reigns x oc (afab / black reader) synopsis: vacations are rare, and so you make the most of the sun, the sand, and undivided time with each other. themes: it's nasty, that's all ik. oral (f receiving), light choking, a little dominance. word count: roughly 2.5k author's notes: i am not a smut writer so y'all need to be nice. i just wanted to write about roman being sweet on vacation before i go back to hating him this week. minors dni! taglist: @rez-luvs-hook — @southerngirl41 — @harmshake — @christinabae — @dreamsinfocus — @thesamoanqueen — @thewarlordsworld — @cyberdejos2 — let me know if you want to be added! song recommendations: no limit by tank ft alex isley, it's yours by destin conrad, yours by dixson ft india shawn

the sun is still high in the sky, despite the time ticking closer to evening hours. the two of them had spent all day there, in the rays of the sun, in the waves of the surf, and laying in the sand. a vacation for roman was rare, and jade didn't find herself entitled to his time - in fact, she had encouraged him to take the time to rest and get family affairs in order, or do whatever it was that would make him feel relaxed.

so she was utterly shocked when he showed up with a suitcase for her to pack up, and a flight for them to catch. so much so that he had to basically pack the bag for her just to usher her out so they could make the flight on time, with gentle assurances that if she needed more clothes, she could use his credit card at any store she desired once they reached their destination.

and so the past three days had been filled with nothing but bliss - his undivided attention.

day one spent lounging around their resort, a large suite with a swim up pool, so they didn't find the need to really go anywhere but just rest, enjoying each other's company. day two had been spent out, walking in town, eating everything. day three was for excursions - zip lining, hiking, boat rides, biking. all of the little sweet things that made memories. and jade couldn't help but ooh and ahh at everything, it had been a number of years since she had a vacation, so focused on her career and taking care of her parents as they got older in age.

but today was for the beach, and the beach only. they arrived early in the day, making their spot under a shady palm that was out of the way - so no matter how many people packed the beach, they were sure nobody would venture out where they were.

she watched now as roman made his way back to her, hair wet from the ocean, a tan settled into his skin, taking it to a tawny bronze that accentuated the freckles that hid in his face, to his chest and back. his smile is wide and hands are full with two plastic bowls full of fruit from the vendor who had just passed, and jade smiles, shielding her eyes and setting her book aside to make room for him on their array of beach towels.

"for me?" she beams, faking shock and astonishment as she takes the bowl from him and he eases down across from her. his shorts ride up on his thighs, and he spreads his legs, opening his arms and gesturing her forward. he sighs in contentment when she's face to face with him, her legs on top of his and behind his torso.

"you havin' a good time, babygirl?" he watches her ditch the fork with a smile, as she picks up a chunk of mango with her fingers and bites into it, the juice running down her hand and into her arm.

"mhmm." jade hums, feeding him the other half, which he accepts happily, letting his lips wrap around her fingers to suck the lingering juice off. her eyebrows shoot up a bit, but she gives him a knowing smile and goes back to picking fruit from the bowl. "best baecation ever. but you really didn't have to - like we could have stayed stateside."

he snorts. "best vacations are always out of the country. don't think i didn't see how stressed you've been recently. you're not as good at hiding it as you think you are." he taps her left temple with two fingers as admonishment, and she apologizes with the offering of a piece of kiwi, that he accepts.

"i didn't wanna bother you. you're always on the road or in meetings - the last thing you need to hear on our calls is about why deidre pissed me off again."

"nothing about you bothers me. i'm your man, it's my job to be here for you, and to take those burdens off you. i ain't say nothing, but don't do it again." he warns, letting his hands settle on her thighs, warmed from the sun. "i'm not playin' either, jade."

she rolls her eyes, but he catches her face with his hand, amused. "i'm not playin." he repeats, voice a little lower. she nods quietly, and he picks a strawberry out of her bowl, pressing it to her lips. and when she bites down and juice runs down the sides of her lips, he quickly moves forward to press his lips on hers, hand grabbing at the back of her neck to pull her closer while their lips move against each other's.

she can taste the saltwater on his lips and tongue when he deepens their kiss, and ocean water drips onto her chest from his hair, cold. this moment is one she wishes she could bottle up and live in forever.

jade sighs in contentment, using the heels of her feet to dig into the towel to scoot herself just a bit closer, hands sliding up his chest and around his neck. she can feel his length start to poke at her thigh, and she pulls back, holding his face in her hands with a smile - but his eyes are dark, and his hands have tight grip of her thighs. "joe," she warns.

"let's head back," he murmurs, pressing his forehead to hers.

"it's still early."

"i want to take some of that stress off you."

they barely make it in and out of the shower in one piece, with roman almost engulfing jade to the point where her mind can barely think. from the second they landed back in their room, his hands and lips made quick work of taking her over the edge - the push and pull of him teasing and coaxing, but never quite giving into her.

he had clearly meant it - there wouldn't be room for stress in her mind, because all she could think of was how much she wanted to feel him stretch her out, take her over the limit.

her back hits the bed, black locs fanning out, cowrie shells attached to the ends tingling together in a quiet song. roman's eyes drink her in, steam still rolling off his body from the shower. from her round eyes and soft features, to round supple breasts that dips into a soft midsection. his hands palm her thighs, kneading with added pressure. they roam up to her stomach, fingering the glittering waist beads stacked on her waist. "i ever tell you how sexy these are?"

she breathes hard, but still smiles, her hand sliding down on top of his. "i put on extra, just for you. i know you like to see 'em when you hit backstrokes. i even took the excess," she pauses, raising her right leg a little, revealing beads on her ankle, "and made little anklets. they'll look so good...on your shoulders."

he groans, leaning forward to take her breast into his mouth, making her gasp, back coming up off the mattress. his hand slide under her thigh, and her breaths come shallow when his tongue circles around her nipples, suckling gently, and then gradually growing rougher, while his other hand twisted her other nipple between skilled fingers. "fuck." she whispers harshly, pushing her hands down on his shoulders.

his lips find her neck next, and she can hear him breathing hard, leaving harsh open mouthed kisses, biting down near her ears enough to make her yelp, and then covering the area with kisses and swipes of his tongue, all the while his hand slips down her thighs, gently coaxing them apart, dancing up the warm and already sticky inner thigh, thumb pressing to her clit to start a slow rotation of circles.

it's deliberate, and it's agonizing. she moves her hips in time to his fingers, desperately trying to up the pace, when she hears him chuckle, low. "hold on a lil longer." he assures, slipping two fingers in deep. the addition makes her groan, inhaling hard.

with every quick and deliberate stroke, his fingers become slicker in her arousal, and her moans scale up in octave, grasping onto his wrist for some semblance of control. but the second he feels her hand, he pulls away, in smooth motion lowering himself between her thighs. he squeezes hard. "keep your eyes on me."

jade shifts up on her elbows, pushing locs out of her face to lock eyes with his - both of them silent in the heavy tension of the moment, while he lowers himself down, steady eyes when he gently attaches himself to her clit, suckling softly with a low groan. she instinctively grabs at the sheets, attempting to keep her eyes from closing and letting her back hit the mattress once again.

the warmth of his mouth and tongue running over her clit and lips are almost unbearable, and it doesn't take long before her breathing is labored and soft breaths become soft moans that gradually get louder - all the while he maintains eye contact. he grips harder on her thigh, sucks with more aggression, and the small amount of composure she had been holding falls.

"oooh-" she breathes, finally collapsing back onto the pillows, hands reaching to tangle themselves in his hair while her back arches. he doesn't stop - running the flat of his tongue up her slit, collecting the wetness that had accumulated from his teasing, coming back up to suck on her clit. he pushes her thighs up towards her chest, rising slightly to his knees to push his face into her sex.

for roman, there are no more thoughts to be had. her body at his disposal, the way she dripped and moaned for him, the way her body responded so easily at his touch, at his voice, was enough. and he wanted to see her crumble to nothing - to pleasure her until she was spent and her voice was hoarse. he moans into it, pushing his tongue in an area right under her clit - her grip on his hair tightens, and she pushes his head further in, grinding her hips against his face with gradual urgency.

"fuck. joe, i'm -" gasps for breath, "i don't think i can hold it-" there's a build in her lower abdomen, and her grinding becomes more frantic, hands holding her own thighs up to her chest to give him more room to flick her clit.

he doesn't bother to answer, pushing her legs further back, using a hand to grasp onto hers for encouragement.

let go. let me have it. let me taste it.

"oh my god, i'm cum-" a moan fills the rest of her sentence, her thighs shaking around his face. a build and a release of pleasure streams through her body, one hand clamped onto his, another gripping onto strands of his hair, coming down from her high with deep breaths and smiles.

he finally relents, sitting up on his knees, mouth and beard wet, webs of her arousal dotting various spots between dark brown and gray streaks of hair. roman watches her catch her breath, gently rubbing circles into her sides, hovering over her to capture her lips with his own. her arms circle his shoulders and pull him closer, her tongue slipping past his lips in a way that makes him a little crazy, hand gripping her neck. his dick is hard and rubbing against the wetness of her pussy, and he needs to feel her, be encompassed by her warmth when her legs pull him in deep.

"you good, baby?" brown eyes search hers in a moment of softness.

"yeah, i'm good." she brushes hair out of his face, twirling a piece around her finger.

"we can stop," he murmurs as her fingers trace over his face, and he leaves faint kisses on her fingers when they pass by his lips and into his beard.

she doesn't respond, pulling him in for a kiss, reaching down to guide his dick into her warmth, both exchanging a breath in a kiss. roman's teeth grit down, and the soft moment is gone - they lock eyes with brief understanding, and she relents.

and he takes over.

roman leans back, guiding her legs over his shoulders, pressing kisses on the insides of her thighs, knees, calves, arches of her foot, running his fingers across the glittering beads that adorn her ankles as he settles them on his shoulders. he leans over her, forearms on either side of her head, and starts to give slow but hard strokes. each one slow on the out, but pushing in quickly with enough force to make her cry out.

he relishes in her moans, burying his face into her neck and using his hands to hold her thighs open, bending her all the way back so he had full control of her pleasure as he picked up his pace, their skin slapping together with the sound of her moans.

"look at you," he murmurs into her ear between strokes. "taking this dick so well. i can feel you dripping all over it."

"no fuckin' shit-"

"yeah? tell me how it feels."

"so fucking good." she chokes out, scratching at his back.

"it's yours. it's all yours baby. and i'm gonna give it all to you." he groans, losing himself in the warmth of her pussy. his strokes get faster, keeping his head level enough to see her face contort in pleasure, crying out his name.

arousal so thick, the room feels hot, and he can feel fluids dripping down her thighs. it's getting harder to stay inside of her with how wet she is, and he locks his feet into the mattress to gain more leverage, gathering her up in his arms tightly to barrel deep inside of her - inhaling the scent of ocean water still lingering in her hair to try and anchor him down from finishing too soon.

"don't hold out, give it to me. let me feel you cum on me. claim this dick as yours." he growls.

her moans get louder, nails digging into her back with red marks left in their aftermath. between the high of her first orgasm, his weight pressing into her body leaving her unable to move, and his dick, pushing and pulling her until her brain could barely form thoughts, she was unraveling fast, biting down hard on her lip as she felt an orgasm barrleling towards her fast.

she slaps his shoulders, pushing against him with a shriek. "it's too much, i can't- i'm about to-"

roman doesn't let her finish, pressing her mouth into hers to absorb her protests, feeling her pussy clench down on him, forcing his own orgasm. they pant, foreheads touching while he strokes them both through their high, running his fingers down her thighs to sooth her while she whimpers, and her pussy squeezes out the last bit of cum from him. he stills, letting a moment or two pass, letting her legs down to lay on top of her, his weight settling down, forehead to her breasts.

"you good?" she whispers.

"mhm." this time it's him that needs the comfort, and he sighs at her fingers tracing designs over his back - most likely over the tattoos that adorned his upper half.

"that felt like you're the one who had stress."

"both things can be true."

"you feel more relaxed?"

he lifts his head with broad smile, and in return she laughs, carding a hand through his drying hair.

"i love you, joe."

"i love you too." sweet smiles, a pause. "let me eat a piece of fruit off your nipple real fast -"

"damn, you can't even wait three minutes?"

"i just wanna see sumn-"

her laughs fill their villa, and his smile spreads up through his face. this is what they both needed. each other.

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𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐔𝐒 — 𝐂𝐇.𝟕

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐗 — 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 — 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 (𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐄)

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: lee haechan x oc ; na jaemin x oc ; haechan x ex girlfriend!oc, na jaemin x haechan's ex girlfriend!oc 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: smut, fluff, light angst, childhood best friends to lovers, strangers to lovers, exes to lovers, lovers to exes 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: eventually, everything finds the place where it belongs. 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: smut, public s*x, fing*ring, h*ndjob, unprotected s*x, oral s*x (f receiving), finger sucking (two seconds) 𝐖𝐂: +13k 𝐀/𝐍: soo this is the end. i loved writing this story (i hope it came out like the anon wanted because the plot was a lot so yeah...) i hope you loved it just as much and that the ending won’t disappoint you. i have a lot to say but i will probably rant answering your asks or reblog if you want to leave feedback (please do, i love reading your opinion). enjoy!

“Oh, babe, please, stop crying like a kid, you’re not sexy with snot falling from your nose,” Zoya said, trying to wipe Hyejin’s tears and snot, but it was quite impossible when she was clinging to her like that, hiding her face on her chest. “Babe, you will suffocate.”

“Good, choke me so it’s quicker,” Hyejin mumbled, holding her tighter.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, stop it,” she squealed, grabbing her strongly and pulling her off herself. “Look at you, you are a mess.”

“It’s not like I have to make a good impression on anyone,” she huffed.

Zoya rolled her eyes. “Had to wipe his tears two weeks ago and now I have to wipe yours because you two are dumb and dumber,” she groaned before sighing, rubbing her temple exhausted, “why did I even come back here?”

Hyejin pouted. “Whose tears?”

“Jaemin’s? Crying over you because you don’t like him? And now you, crying over him because he doesn’t like you? So you’re either fucking with me or are two dumbasses.”

“He’s attracted to me, that’s all.”

“That’s all? Really? You talk a lot about the way Haechan looks at me and then don’t see the way Jaemin looks at you?”

Hyejin sighed, falling against her chest again. “Then why did he say that?”

“Because he’s scared? And because he caught Haechan fingering you? I don’t know, I would question your love, or whatever it is for him, too. Sorry, boo, but that was fucked up.”

“I know, I… I wanted to see if I felt something again but I… I didn’t. It was pleasure with nothing else. No love, no passion, and I lost Jaemin too.”

“You didn’t lose him,” she said, forcing her face up again and caressing her hair. “You just have to be brave and openly talk to him.”

“But I did the other night! He pushed me away.”

“Can you blame him? And… have you? How honest were you? How can you be honest if you don’t even know what you’re feeling?”

“Shut up, I don’t want your wise, psychological words, I want to cry and complain,” she huffed, crossing her arms on her chest. She knew Zoya was right, but she felt like she couldn’t fix it, she had fucked up, deeply, and there was no way Jaemin would take her back.

Zoya laughed. “You’ve been doing it for hours, don’t you think it’s time to fix yourself?”

“No, I like your hugs, I want to stay in your arms. We only did that when we were kids…” she sighed, “and only twice probably.”

“It was more than twice,” she said, hugging her back, caressing her back. “On that evil ride, when I was shitting myself. On the bathroom floor when I was crying because I missed my mom. When we would wait in line at the ice cream shop, you were taller than me and would rest your head on mine.”

“No, I didn’t,” she said, shaking her head, feeling her face heat up in shame.

“Oh, you did,” Zoya laughed. “You can’t rewrite history.”

“Fine,” Hyejin gave up, waving her off with a movement of hand.

“Anyway,” she said, clearing her throat. “We would always hug each other in our sleep, remember? We would squeeze in that bed, you on the far end, me in the middle because I was terrified even of my shadow, and Haechan behind me. I would always hug you.”

Hyejin sniffled. “I kinda forgot all the good moments me and you had… God, I really let a man blind me?”

A tender chuckle left Zoya’s lips before she replied, “I was a bitch, I won’t lie. You didn’t cut me off because of him, you cut me off when I… when I left you for the cool kids or whatever they were,” she said and they both giggled, there was a bit of bitterness behind that, but by now it was in the past, and there was nothing they could do to change that.

“Fair.”

“Can I be honest?” Zoya asked, keeping her head up from the sofa to meet her eyes, following the line of her ear to brush her hair. “You were a cool kid in my eyes. I was so jealous of you. I hated I couldn’t draw like you, or sing like you. And damn, your cakes? You were so young and yet so good at that, I was furious.”

“You’re good at cooking.”

“Maybe, but not baking.”

Hyejin laughed. “You should’ve told me then, I would’ve let you in the ‘cool loser kids’ club, it was crowded, but I think I could’ve squeezed a place for you,” she joked and Zoya chuckled.

“And yet somehow you always had my back.”

“It’s what friends do, even when you want to strangle them.”

Zoya laughed. “Thank you,” she said, voice full of honesty, as she felt a weight being lifted from her chest.

“For?”

“For faking it even when you didn’t want to,” she said, feeling tears at the corner of her eyes. “For always sitting at our table and watching me and Haechan rubbing it on your face and for never throwing something at me. Thank you for never hating me, even if it could’ve been so easy, especially in these last months.”

Hyejin shrugged. “I can’t hate you, I tried, trust me, I’m not the wisest woman on earth so I’ve put all myself into trying to hate you, but I failed. Also, it’s pretty stupid to go against something that’s written in destiny.”

“And what’s written in destiny?”

“You and Haechan.”

“Shut up.”

Hyejin sighed. “I know you like him, and I know he likes you too, no matter how much he tries to deny it. And, I don’t think I should be giving it to you, but you have my blessing if that’s what’s stopping you from going for it.”

Zoya didn’t say a word for a while, letting her words sink in and taking time to decide what to say next, there was still something she didn’t tell her, and it was making her feel guilty. “We fucked,” she confessed, face contorting as she awaited for the worst reaction.

“Good for you,” Hyejin replied nonchalantly.

“No, now, recently, after he fought with you and Jaemin. Aren’t you mad?”

“Why would I?”

“It’s like betraying you,” she said, trying to study her friend better and see if she was lying to her, or if that was her honest reaction.

“Is it? Zoya, I don’t care. And I truly mean it when I say you’re destined.”

“No, we’re not. We’re not… we’re not who we used to be. It will never work out.”

“Isn’t it better to die after giving it a try?”

“Bitch, you’re talking,” she retorted with a scoff.

“Hey!” Hyejin screamed, hitting her arm with a slap.

“Sorry, but like, you want to give up on Jaemin and come here to give me a lesson about Haechan?”

“Fine,” she gave up, shaking her head. “We’ll both give it a try.”

“Good, I like it when we’re equal.”

Hyejin laughed. “God, will it be awkward as fuck?”

“Probably, but… we can’t die without giving it a try, right?”

Hyejin shook her head before resting close to Zoya again as they giggled. “Can we slump in a can of ice cream before acting like grown, responsible women? Maybe putting on some cliché romantic movie?”

“You can bet on it. The last time we did something like this, Twilight just came out.”

“Haechan’s not home.”

“I know,” Hyejin replied with a small frown on her face when Jaemin opened the door and sighed as soon as he saw her face, “I was looking for you.”

“For what?”

Hyejin rolled her eyes. “Can I come in?”

Jaemin hesitated for a moment, quickly moving his eyes between her and the room before humming and moving to the side, closing the door behind once she stepped in.

“So?”

“I’m tired.”

“Go to sleep? I don’t know how I can help with that,” he said, shrugging.

“No,” she sighed, “I’m tired of this wall between us. You don’t answer my texts or my calls, you’re always locked inside your room when I pass around. Do you hate me?”

Jaemin gulped, trying to keep the eye contact, but struggling. “I’m busy. Iseul doesn’t have school now, so I always have to look after her.”

“Bullshit,” she replied sternly. “You’re avoiding me. You’re mad at me, and I understand, I would be mad at me too, I mean, I am mad,” she said, looking down before lifting her gaze again. “I shouldn’t have kissed him, or even let him touch me like that.”

“We’ve already discussed it,” his voice was tight in his throat, and his fist clenched at his side.

“Yes, and you lied. And I won’t throw away all those moths we’ve spent together with these damned growing feelings because you were hurt and wanted to protect your pride. I’m sorry, and I don’t want to lose you. I can’t lose you.”

Jaemin blinked a tear away before taking a deep breath and hum lowly. “I can’t do this.”

Hyejin’s mouth parted lightly, she wasn’t expecting an enthusiastic reply, but she wasn’t even expecting this. Or better, she was, but she hoped for a different ending til the last moment. “But why?”

“Because I’m not sure about you,” he whispered, shy eyes briefly making contact with hers before falling on the brown floor.

“You don’t like me?”

“I’m not sure if you truly like me or if you’re using me as a rebound. I thought even that was fine, but it’s not. I — I’m in too deep to pretend I wouldn’t — to pretend it wouldn’t kill me if one day you came up to me and told me ‘oops, it was just sex and a way to fill the void Haechan left, but you’re a good friend though, let’s keep in touch.’ I would hate it.”

“Why do you think I would? I don’t love him anymore, I was just too drunk and overwhelmed, and we talked again about us after months and I was afraid of losing him, so I did the only thing that I’ve ever done to keep him with me, I tried to give him something of me. But now I know me and Haechan are supposed to be friends, best friends, if we can ever go back there without feeling awkward. But we don’t work, we simply don’t…”

Jaemin exhaled deeply, nervously making small movements on the spot to focus the anxiety he was feeling in his whole body. “Yeah, but what about me? What about us?”

“We can make it work?”

“I don’t want it to be forced. I want you to want me because you do, and not because you’re looking for arms to hold you, and lips to kiss you or make you come. I don’t want sex, I want love,” he whispered, voice shaking as silent tears started making their way on his face. “I’m so pathetically in love with you, and… I’ve seen your eyes look at him with so much love that the thought of you not looking at me with at least half of that love terrifies me. I wasn’t supposed to witness how much you loved him, maybe I could’ve fooled myself you felt the same for me.”

Hyejin didn’t reply, she only slowly lowered her gaze when the hold on his became too much. “What if I showed you? What if I proved it to you?”

“What if we take time to understand what we feel?”

“I don’t need time to understand what I feel. I’ve spent so many years holding into a ghost that was made up in my mind, but you, fuck, Jaemin, you are real, the first real thing I can lay my hands on. You are here, always, I don’t have to run after you, chase you down hallways, and beg for you to see me. And I… I know what I feel, I know I love you, and even if I’m scared, terrified actually, that doesn’t take away what I feel for you.”

Jaemin shook his head, his brain fighting with the excited pounding of his heart. “You don’t, you don’t love me, you love the feeling, you love being heard, being seen, and being loved. But not me.”

Hyejin shook her head. “That’s not true. You are all those things, you are you, and I love you.”

“You don’t!” He replied, this time rising his voice and not able to control the tears.

Her lips quivered as she pressed them in a thin line, disagreeing with small movements of the head. “Why are you pushing me away when you love me? Why are you trying so hard to prove me wrong?”

“Because I need to put myself first, Hyejin. I can’t do this. We can be friends if you want to, but no more kisses or… whatever,” he gesticulated, trying to find a name to give to whatever was going on between them.

“Friends? Is this all we are, friends?” She asked, voice shaking, and tears flooding freely.

“Hyejin, I can’t,” he whispered, begging her to let it go. “Please.”

She nodded, pressing her lips together to avoid an ugly sob to escape. “Fine, let’s be friends. Let’s pretend we never kissed, we never fucked, we never held hands, we never went to dates, we never texted up at night, we never… never mind.”

“Hyejin,” he whispered when she passed next to him, making her stop in her tracks but don’t turn around. “I’m afraid I’ll get hurt.”

Only then she turned around. “You think you’re the only one? You think I’m not? You think I’m not terrified of making the same mistake again, turning a friendship into love? But I didn’t want to control my feelings, I wanted to have you, I know how risky and dangerous this is, but I was willing to risk it all.”

“I —” Jaemin struggled to find his words, and just let them die in his brain.

“You don’t feel the same, I know. It’s alright. At least I tried, I couldn’t live with the idea of being the reason why I lost you.”

“You never called me,” Zoya said, dangling her legs as she sat atop the quarter pipe, a bottle of soju in her hand, the skate left behind and Haechan by her side while the hot air of June caressed their skins.

“You disappeared,” he replied, a bitter smile setting on his lips as he looked at the empty space under him.

“I had to,” she confessed.

“Did you? Because it fucking hurt, like… a lot,” he said, chuckling bitterly, looking at her.

“I thought you would forget about me; I thought it wasn’t going to work, and I didn’t want to stain our relationship. We were a pretty good thing while we lasted,” she said, chuckling as she rolled her head back, looking at the stars.

“I would forget about you? Me? Seriously?” He asked, turning his neck around to stare at her; the pretty, silver light of the moon reflecting beautifully on her dark, brown skin and hair.

Zoya chuckled, tilting her head to meet his eyes. “Loving someone when they’re in front of your eyes is a thing, doing it miles apart is another.”

“Bullshit,” he muttered, pulling his left leg up to rest his head on his knee. “You know I would’ve gone to the end of the world for you.”

“I know,” she replied. “But I also knew, and know, you would’ve done the same for Hyejin.”

“Hyejin?” He furrowed. “You left because of her?”

“No, you know why I had to leave, I couldn’t stay here without my family. But I broke up with you because I was insecure.”

Haechan chuckled. “I was a shitty boyfriend even back then? No, cause with Hyejin I’m pretty self-aware I’ve sucked in the last months, but with you? I thought I did a great job when I had less life weighing on me.”

Zoya giggled, reaching for his hand and caressing it softly. “You were an amazing boyfriend, but sometimes we have paranoias that have nothing to do with the person we love.”

“So? Why do all the women I love make things up and then use them to break up with me, for fuck’s sake.”

“Hey, we didn’t. I mean, I did, but I think Hyejin had better reasons.”

Haechan sighed. Yeah, he knew Zoya was just a tiny reason, but blaming it on a person, on something made up, hurt less than facing the truth; not being compatible, not fitting together after trying so hard to be each other’s missing puzzle piece and see that it was all to waste because they would’ve never fit, not in that puzzle at least.

“So, you at least agree yours were stupid? It’s not like you’ve ever explained them to me.”

“They were, but I was a scared teenager, and I also felt our love was too big…” she whispered, waiting for his reaction, watching an expression of disbelief blooming on his face.

“Too big?”

Zoya hummed. “I know it sounds stupid, but… it all felt so right, and we were only kids, I was afraid it would’ve burst on its own and hurt me too much, so I acted, and fooled myself I could have control of the situation.”

Haechan snickered. “You’ve always been insane, but damn. Control freak,” he joked, making her laugh.

She sighed, wiping a tear away. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, so low in the night that it got almost wiped away by the wind and the sound of the cars in the street.

“It’s in the past, Zoya,” he reassured her.

“I shouldn’t have done that, if only I knew… but I was so jealous of what you and Hyejin had, I guess it’s true, you always want what you don’t have, and you get so lost in seeing what’s far from you, that you don’t see and understand how precious what you already hold is. You’ve dated two dumb assholes, I can’t defend either me or Hye on this,” she joked, making him laugh.

Some minutes of silence passed by before Haechan broke the quiet again. “Do you know why I feel so bad?”

“Why?”

“Because deep down, I know Hyejin is right, but I don’t have the courage to look back and try to understand if I was true to her, if I was really there, mind cold, when she confessed, and I said I loved her back. I don’t have it in me to go back in time and wonder if I was trying to fill a hole, because I know I love Hyejin so damn much, and the idea that I’ve hurt her, even if not consciously, or made her live in a lie, kills me,” he confessed, letting go some tears as he looked down. “The first day of school, I promised her I was going to protect her from all the pain in the world, I never imagined I would’ve been the cause of it one day.”

Zoya smiled, caressing the back of his head. “This shows exactly that you love her. If you didn’t, you wouldn’t care. I think there’s no one to blame for this, we were, and are,” she chuckled, “just kids trying to figure out life. It’s hard, damn, I would give up anything to go back to those old days and don’t have a worry in my mind.”

Haechan giggled, nodding, but his fingers were busy torturing each other.

“But we’re adults now, we can’t judge the kids we were. I guess she knows, she knows you didn’t mean it, and she was never even mad at you. Come on, she’s the more mature of the trio for a reason, Hyuck.”

“Right, right,” he chuckled. “But if —”

Zoya shut him up with a finger. “You can’t,” she said resolutely. “You can’t change anything, there’s no point dwelling on it.”

Haechan hummed, looking down. “But maybe we can start all over again? Maybe we can fix what has been broken? Play a game of our own with all these what ifs?”

“Like?”

“Like what would’ve happened if we tried, if you didn’t give up on me, if I picked up the phone instead of crying for you, if I kept looking for you in the moon and the stars?”

“This,” she whispered, uniting their lips in a kiss, pulling him close by the collar of his shirt.

They could’ve stopped, probably they should’ve stopped, but after all, this was to see what would’ve happened, right? It was just a game, a play-pretend they could’ve gone back in time and kept walking on that old road instead of taking an unknown one, leaving each other in the past.

So they didn’t stop their curios hands from roaming on each other’s bodies, falling behind as heavy kisses filled the calm, chill air.

“We shouldn’t — we shouldn’t do this,” Zoya whimpered when Haechan’s hand slipped inside her shorts, “not here.”

“There’s no one around,” he replied, starting to move his fingers on her clit through the panties. “We literally jumped off the fence.”

Zoya bit back a moan, head rolling on the hard concrete as his movements got faster. “Two illegal things don’t make one right.”

“Just relax,” he urged, laying on the side to kiss her, distracting her from his fingers moving her panties to the side to slip one inside of her.

“Hyuck,” she breathed out, lifting a hand to grab the short sleeve of his shirt.

“Don’t act as if you’re not turned out, you’re dripping around my finger,” he teased, kissing her again to muffle her moans.

“But what if someone finds us out?”

“Just keep quiet and it won’t happen,” he replied, adding another finger, making her hiss and tighten the hold on him.

“Let me — let me take care of you too,” she mumbled, reaching between his legs to slip her hand past the shorts and the boxers, wrapping her fingers around his hard dick.

Their hands were quick, working in and out, up and down, while their lips crashed in messy, wet kisses to shut down the sounds of pleasure. The concrete underneath them was uncomfortable, but something about all of this was thrilling; the lack of answers to the questions running through their mind, the open air in the middle of the night, the chill breeze caressing their burning hot skins.

“Haechan,” Zoya moaned, head rolling back as the knot in her stomach tightened. “Close.”

“Me too, fuck, me too,” he whimpered back, both their hips bucking in search for more. And in a few seconds, they both came, making a mess on each other’s fingers.

“Let’s go home,” Haechan whispered against her lips before standing up and taking her hand after roughly cleaning themselves up on their clothes.

Once they arrived at Zoya’s place, they rushed to the bedroom, quickly undressing each other and crawling on the bed.

“Need you,” she whispered, pulling him down in a heated kiss, fingers tangling in his hair while her hips bucked up, looking for contact.

And after that, the room filled up with skin slapping against skin, whimpers and moans, two bodies burning up together in those sheets, on another night that wasn’t supposed to end like this.

Saying Haechan and Jaemin were back on the right track was a wild thing to say. The atmosphere in the house was tense and they looked like strangers more than anything else.

Haechan hated it, he couldn’t believe all those years of friendships came down to this. And he had tried to fix it, explaining to him that between him and Hyejin things were over and that night was a mistake, but Jaemin didn’t want to listen to reasons, he simply stated he knew and they didn’t have to justify with him.

But it was clear it wasn’t like this when he heard that he and Hyejin fought another time, and Jaemin didn’t want to give her a chance. Honestly, he couldn’t understand why he was acting like this, but he had no idea how to talk to him without starting a fight.

So, when Jaemin came to him instead, Haechan was more than surprised.

It was a hot afternoon and they both were looking for the fresh air in the living room, watching a movie they picked together (without fighting) and turning on the fan to cool down.

“Do you think she’s being honest?”

At first, Haechan didn’t understand, he didn’t even get that Jaemin was talking to him, and only when his friend called out his name, he realized what was going on.

“Mhh? Hyejin?”

“Yeah, Hyejin,” Jaemin hummed, inclining his head to the side to make eye contact.

“I don’t think I’m supposed to know what happened between you two,” he said.

“But I know you do, Zoya scolded me already, so I guess Hyejin run to you two to talk,” he explained.

Haechan shook his head. “She didn’t come to me, I doubt she will ever come to me to talk about something for a long time.”

“But do you know?”

He hesitated to reply for a moment, trying to predict Jaemin’s reaction and don’t start a fight, but the man in front of him seemed almost relaxed, so he gave it a try. “Zoya said something, yes. And well, me and Hyejin talked that other night… but I’m not sure those words were real, we were drunk and overwhelmed.”

“You talked about me?” Jaemin asked, sitting up straight, suddenly more interested in the conversation.

“A bit,” he whispered, looking around the room.

“Oh, bad news, isn’t it?”

“No, I don’t think you should be the one to talk with.”

“What did she say?” Jaemin insisted, ignoring his words.

Haechan sighed, rubbing his neck before looking at him. “She’s afraid, she doesn’t want to use you and lose you, but she loves the way she feels when she’s with you,” he replied before chuckling bitterly, “she said nobody gets her like you do.”

Jaemin’s mouth widened, surprised her words were the same, but even more shocked at the last part. “Nobody gets her like I do?” He asked again to make sure he heard right.

Haechan nodded. “You thought she was lying?”

He shook his head, falling against the couch again. “I don’t know what to think. I’m afraid she will never love me like she loved you.”

Haechan laughed, and Jaemin looked at him sternly. “I’m sorry but… okay, listen, if there’s something that I know about her, is that when she loves, she loves deeply, and sincerely, and she would go to the end of the world for you. I also know I’ve done little to nothing to make her feel the same, so I don’t see how you and her could make a bad match.”

“But you and her never made a bad match either and this didn’t work out.”

“It’s different, it’s… we were never meant to be. We felt comfort in each other and just dived into a relationship that was never supposed to last. Just because we make great friends it doesn’t mean we make great lovers,” Haechan explained. After thinking about it over and over again, those words weren’t painful anymore, it simply was reality. And he felt like a weight was being lifted from his chest as he finally admitted that out loud.

Jaemin sighed, not feeling any better at his friend’s words. “But me and her are friends too, what if it’s wrong?”

“Is it? I’ve seen the way you both look at each other, I wouldn’t have gone jealous batshit for nothing. And honestly, it was even before we broke up. I knew you loved her, I could see it in your eyes, and the way you gently touched her, and I couldn’t say anything because deep down I knew I was in the wrong, I wasn’t loving her like you did, but she still wanted me, and that made me believe we could’ve walked past this storm too.”

The blond couldn’t hide the surprise as he stared at him. “You weren’t jealous?”

“I was, terribly, but I mostly showed it when me and her were alone. But that’s not what I want to talk about. I know she loves you too, she just needs time to understand what real love feels like.”

Jaemin chuckled. “Why are you being so honest?”

“Because you’re both my friends, and I’ve already fucked enough things up, I’m not going to make it worst.”

“You’re not the only one that fucked things up,” Jaemin said, resting a hand on his shoulder. “I’m sorry, and I deserved that punch.”

“No, you didn’t. I mean, you did, the punch wasn’t because you two fucked, especially considering you gave her a good time,” he joked and they both laughed. “You’re not so nice with your words, man. That hurt.”

“I know, I know, I’m sorry,” Jaemin said. “Friends like before?” He asked, reaching out a hand.

“What’s with that? A hand? Hug me, idiot!”

Jaemin never felt so much anxiety as he did at that moment, waiting for Hyejin to arrive as he stood under the tree at the park near the river. It was their usual spot when she would go with him to keep him company when he had to look after Iseul, there was a nice bench where they could sit and still have eyes on the little girl as she played around with her friends.

But now the park was almost empty, and the only thing keeping him company was fear.

More than a month went by since their last talk, more precisely their phone call, when Jaemin told her he needed time, they both did. He tried to explain to her he needed to leave again, take a small break, and see if this was just a fling or if his feelings were real, and he asked her to do the same.

‘I know you don’t like fucking with strangers, I’m not asking you to do that,’ he chuckled through the phone, ‘but I need you to see the outer world, I need you to understand if you really want me or if I’m just the closest escape you have.’

Hyejin didn’t like that phone call, crying on the other side, repeating that her feelings were real, and she felt so guilty for what she did that night with Haechan. But Jaemin was firm in his decision, even if that talk with Haechan already convinced him halfway that Hyejin was being honest, now he needed the other missing half from her.

Now, on a hot afternoon in late July, the moment of truth arrived.

“Hi,” Hyejin’s voice rang behind him, making him get up and turn around to see her stand with a hand raised as she waved at him.

“You look beautiful,” was the only thing he could say before he could stop himself and think twice. Her brown hair was put in two soft braids falling at the sides of her neck, the pink dress covering her midthigh, and the heart-shaped bag hanging from her shoulder. “I mean, we need to talk.”

Hyejin giggled, lowering her head to hide the blush that coloured her cheeks, and then sat next to him, watching him follow her soon after.

“I know, you texted me,” she said, and in her voice, masqueraded by lightheartedness, he could feel all the fear behind. His text was anxiety-inducing, as he let her know he came back from his trip to America and was ready to discuss their future.

Jaemin nodded, gulping because he wasn’t used to having her this close anymore. Her scent felt like the closest thing to home. “I missed you,” he confessed, smiling at her. “I had fun, I went out, met new people, and yet, I still missed you. And… I thought about our conversation a lot,” he continued, slowly torturing his fingers and nails and bouncing his leg, “and I think I came to a conclusion.”

Hyejin nodded, signaling him to go on. She wasn’t calm either, but when she got out of the house she didn’t get her hopes high, probably he just wanted to close this off once and for all, and she would’ve accepted every decision.

“I think you’re being honest, and I’m sorry if I doubted you. Unless you’re an amazing actress, I have to admit that the way we acted carried some sort of feelings, and I won’t lie anymore and say I don’t love you, because I do, I love you so much that I think I’m willing to take this risk.”

Hyejin blinked twice, not expecting him to be this honest, and especially not expecting so many pieces of information all at once. “You’re saying you want to give us a try? A real one?”

“If you want to, of course,” he whispered, suddenly fearing it was too late and she had already changed her mind. “I mean, this trip, this break was for the both of us, so if you found out I’m not the one, and you fell for somebody else, everything I said, doesn’t matter.”

“Of course, I do,” she said, “I want you. I tried to go out, I mean, I did. Zoya helped me with dating apps and things like this, but… my heart wasn’t there. With some people I even went out on more dates, but nothing clicked. And I realized that probably I started liking you long before I came to terms with it, that’s why I fucked it all up. Haechan was right, we both morally cheated on each other, but I genuinely wasn’t aware what I felt for you was love… love is such a strong word. I didn’t love you when I was dating Haechan, but I liked you. I liked spending time with you and it made me feel so good, so much better, and so much fuller than being romantically with Haechan ever did,” she confessed. “And I know it sounds like comparing but I need to set some lines and I need you to know those lines, I need to be honest with you, because I haven’t been as clear as you’ve always been with me, and you deserve clarity.”

A tender smile crept on his lips, as much as he hoped for this answer, he wasn’t expecting it. “You know, Haechan was the reason I gave you another chance.”

“What?” She asked, surprise blooming on her face.

Jaemin hummed, “I know, he’s the last person you would expect to talk some sense into someone, but he did,” he explained, laughing.

“So, you’re not mad at him either? I haven’t been talking to him much…”

“It sucks being mad at him, or you. I just think we all acted very human-like, isn’t what we are after all?”

Hyejin couldn’t hold back the smile on her face as she nodded. “You know I can love you just as much if not more, right?”

“I know, but you can’t blame me for being afraid and doubting it. Every time I tried to open your eyes about him you were blinded by love…”

“Honestly, I don’t think that love was that healthy. So, why don’t you let me love you right? No more blindness, no more hiding things, no more trying to hold onto things we’re not. I want to make this right, I need to. If in all that mess we were so beautiful, I can’t wait to discover what we can be now.”

Jaemin reached for her hand, gently rubbing his thumb on her palm. “I want that too, but you need to promise me that you will always, always, talk to me if anything I do makes you feel bad, or uncomfortable, if you feel like I don’t listen enough. I’m not justifying you know who, but you don’t ever ask what you want out loud, and I can’t see inside your mind to know what you want. I mean, I kinda do, our chemistry and mind connection works pretty well,” he chuckled, making her laugh too, “but it won’t always be this easy.”

Hyejin smiled, “I promise you I will communicate. I know it’s a flaw I have. Something you don’t…”

“I mean, we fought a few times because I don’t keep anything in, so…” Jaemin joked, lifting his hands and tilting his head to the side, making her laugh.

“You’re right,” she said, moving closer to him. “So… no more fights, and no more running away?”

“No more,” he replied, pulling away from her hand so his palm could cup her cheek. “Can I kiss you?”

“Of course, you can,” she said, pulling him close.

The kiss was different from all the others they shared, it felt like the first real one. It wasn’t fearless, but those fears that danced around their lips were manageable and not as scary as the old ones. And their hands weren’t in a rush as they wrapped around each other, holding tight, never letting go.

And that month spent away, far from the eyes, but not far from their hearts, had been more useful than they thought. It was necessary to don’t make other mistakes, to don’t rush things and end up in the same old schemes.

“You know,” she whispered against his lips when they pulled apart to breathe, “I cried so much thinking I was never going to kiss you again.”

A gentle smile crept on his face, soft eyes looking down at hers. “I’m sorry, but I needed time to think.”

“I know, I needed my time too, but we’re here now, right? It’s all that matters.”

Jaemin’s smile only got bigger as he replied, “Yeah, it’s all that matters.”

“We need to talk,” Haechan said, sitting up straight, lifting his head from Zoya’s lap to face her.

“Don’t like the movie?” She asked, raising a brow, trying to mask the anxiety that shoot up to the roof.

“No, fuck the movie, it’s about us,” he explained, swallowing deeply.

“Oh, I don’t like this,” she chuckled, fixing her top to focus her nervousness on something else.

“We can’t keep fucking and kissing and going out on dates without addressing any of this,” he went on.

Zoya shrugged. “Why not? We’re friends… friends with benefits, maybe,” she replied but struggled to meet his eyes.

“Really? Is this all it comes down to?” Haechan asked, a bitter edge in his voice as he raised a brow. “Friends with benefits?”

“Then what are we?”

Haechan sighed. “Don’t you ever stop and wonder if there’s something more? If we are something more?”

She took her time to reply, swallowing hard before opening her mouth. “Lovers?”

But he shook his head. “More than that,” he said, rubbing his temple. “It kept me up at night, but… but I think I’ve finally realized why I’ve been so torn up between you and Hyejin all these years.”

Zoya waited, tears almost running down her cheek, but she swiftly wiped it away.

“Because you two are both my soulmates but in a different way. And I need you both to breathe and stay afloat in the mess that my life is and — and I couldn’t tear the lines apart, because how could I do that when you both are the stars leading me home?”

Zoya didn’t reply, she only felt thousands of emotions as she tried to take them in and elaborate them. This was a lot. And probably it could’ve also been considered weird from the outside, such a heavy word used for both her and Hyejin, but knowing what they have been through — what all of them have been through — it only seemed like the right word that could patch up everything together. The missing puzzle piece that finally gave a sense to the whole picture.

“I love you,” Haechan slurred, “so fucking much, Zoya. I — I’ve loved you since the day I first saw you, and I didn’t even know what love meant back then, but you fitted right where you were supposed to be. You completed me from the start, since your trembling hand held mine and then became the hand dragging me into the unknown. And I’m fine if you don’t want me, if don’t love me, even, but I need to be honest with you, I need you to know what I feel, and what I’ve always felt. If you want to leave now, I don’t want to spend more years regretting things I didn’t say or things I didn’t do like the last time.”

Not a single word came out of her lips, she simply jumped in his arms and kissed him, cupping his face in her hands and holding him tight. Tighter than ever before, right into the palm of her hands, just to make sure she couldn’t lose him this time, or ever.

She was never good with words; it was clear when they became friends understanding each other with signs and body language, and it was also clear when she ran away instead of explaining to him her doubts. But most importantly, it was clear now, that that kiss held thousands of words, and the most important ones; I love you, too.

“I was thinking,” Jaemin let the phrase hang in the air while he looped his arm with Hyejin’s, “we could get a cat together.”

Hyejin chuckled, looking down before lifting her gaze to him. “Already planning big, Mr. Na?”

Jaemin shrugged, a small smirk curving his lips as he stared in front of them as they kept walking next to the Han River. It was a windy, sunny afternoon, and they were just enjoying the summer sun. “I’m just talking about a cat, or two… or three…”

She playfully slapped his arm, making him flinch, and then said, “see, it’s always like this with you, we start with something small and then you go crazy.”

“What? We both love cats,” he pouted, trying to win her with big, doe eyes.

But she shook her head. “Where would we even keep them? We don’t live together.”

“Not yet,” he whispered, but it wasn’t low enough for her to don’t hear.

“Not yet? See, you are planning big,” she teased but failed to hide the genuine, touched smile on her face.

“Maybe,” he gave up, “if we work out…”

“If?” She gasped offended, holding a hand on her chest. “Are you set for failure?”

“Oh, please, give me a break,” he replied, making her break out in a laugh.

“I love messing with you,” she said, sending him a flying kiss.

“But seriously… if this works out, can we get a cat?”

Hyejin chuckled at his pouting eyes and lips and nodded. “You know me, I would never say no to a cat. We just need a house…”

But Jaemin didn’t seem to register the last words as he happily jumped around, cheering like a kid. “I knew I could convince you!”

“You didn’t do anything,” she replied, rolling her eyes. “And don’t erase the rest, we don’t live together.”

“I know,” he said, pulling her closer again, “in the future, who knows.”

Hyejin hummed, nodding weakly before taking a deep breath, and meeting his eyes. “Do you think I’m stupid if I don’t know what I want?”

Jaemin panicked. “For us?”

“No,” she reassured. “It’s just… I… maybe it’s because I don’t want to rush it with you, I want to take this slow because I feel that the pressure about the future, the living together, the family thing, is what burned me down. I know I want you, and I know we can make this work, but I want to be young and careless with you. Like, we have our whole life to pay the bills and do the laundry together, you know? But now, I want the silly dates, I want the rides back home, I want to text you to pick me up or vice versa, I want to ask you to sleep over for one night, I want to feel… carefree.”

“It’s not weird, I feel the same. I mean, I want the cats, I won’t lie,” he joked, making her laugh, “but I like what we have right now, and I think it’s right for our age.”

Hyejin smiled, wrapping her arms around his waist and letting her face flush against his broad chest, smiling happily. This was a safe place she never felt before, somebody respecting her space, time and needs, even while expressing his wants. This felt like heaven on earth, even if it was just a boring afternoon walking around the Han River. But what made it special was being with someone that made her feel whole.

She didn’t want to count how many pictures Jaemin took of her, some in secret, some others begging her to pose in certain ways, giggling like a kid as he scrolled through the phone and struggled to pick one to make as his phone screen.

And after he had finally picked one, he just changed it to a new one when, after walking down a side street close to Hongdae where they saw stray cats that demanded attention and he took a thousand others of her with the orange cat.

“I take this as a sign, we should take him home,”

“And where? Haechan will die, and my landlord doesn’t allow cats,” she reminded him, still petting the small kitten that was rubbing its head on her knees.

“But he’s orange,” Jaemin pouted, kneeling next to her. “And clearly loves you,” he added with a grunt when the cat didn’t pay him attention.

Hyejin laughed, shaking her head. “Of course, he does. I’m snow white, every animal loves me.”

“Whatever,” he huffed, rolling his eyes, and getting up. “So, can we steal him?”

“We can’t keep him anywhere,” she repeated. “I’m sure he’s fine, he’s pretty fat for a stray cat. Maybe he’s not even stray. My cat would go around every house in town to ask for food, we had to lock him inside.”

Jaemin laughed, watching her get up when the cat decided it was enough cuddles for the day, walking away with his tail straight after meowing one last time.

“Fine, I give up,” Jaemin said, hands lifted in the air as he shook his head. “Only cause I’m starving, should we head to a restaurant?”

“Oh, so you’re spoiling me today?” She asked with a sly smirk on her face before intertwining their hands and starting to walk down the road again.

“I always do, you shouldn’t be surprised.”

She giggled, “I think I’ll never stop.”

After walking around for a while, they found a cosy Chinese place they’d never been to before and decided to try.

“You stole all my spring rolls, so much for someone that said didn’t want them,” Jaemin mocked, looking down at his empty plate.

“I just wanted to have a taste,” she pouted, batting her lashes, distracting him from her chopstick and reaching for his dumplings. “Hey,” she gasped when he blocked her with a flick of his chopstick.

“I can see you, even if you look mesmerizing I have to stay on the watch out when you’ re near my food.”

She tried not to show the effect the word ‘mesmerizing’ had on her and replied to him instead, “I thought you wanted to share with your girlfriend,” she pouted.

“You ate them all, that’ s not sharing, that’s stealing,” he pointed out but still moved the plate of dumplings in the middle. “Eat. I’ll eat the pork and then order another one of the rolls.”

She smiled happily before grabbing one dumpling, but instead of bringing it to her lips, she brought it to his. “Since you’re so generous.”

“Jaemin,” Hyejin’s breath was ragged as they tried to keep quiet in the dead of the night, carefully — not really — walking to her bedroom with the lights off.

“I can’t wait any longer,” he whispered against the skin of her neck, lifting her up and quickly opening the door before closing it behind him. “You teased me all night, it was supposed to be the most romantic date ever but you just had to be horny.”

Hyejin giggled as he laid her on the bed, hovering over her as he undid his tie with a quick, harsh tuck, throwing it behind, slowly followed by the blouse.

“Let me take care of the rest,” she said, winking, and sitting up, swiftly reaching for his belt and zipper, pushing his pants down his leg.

“You’re too dressed up for my liking,” he said, pushing her down again, hand reaching her back to unzip her red dress.

Hyejin’s mouth was partly open to let out the first shaky breaths as Jaemin’s lips ran down her exposed skin, leaving soft kisses while his hands caressed every inch of her. She expected more eagerness given the constant dirty jokes during the expensive dinner he had spoiled her with, and especially for the way his hands couldn’t keep away from her, but Jaemin was taking it slow.

He didn’t have to rush anymore, to feel her because the morning would’ve taken her away like the first time they shared, she was there, and she was going to be there forever if destiny was kind enough to don’t steal her from him.

“You’re beautiful, you know,” he whispered as he trailed up on her stomach, in the hollow of her chest until he face her again, lips brushing against hers delicately. “I’m so, so lucky to have you.”

Hyejin’s cheeks tinted red before she had to look away, feeling her heart beat loudly in her ribcage. “I’m lucky to have you, too,” she shyly whispered back, forcing her gaze on him, that was now laying on his stomach between her legs. “I love you so much, Nana.”

Jaemin’s sweet, full of love, smile was a weird contrast with the way his eyes were lustfully staring at her, big hands around her thighs to keep her spread.

“I love you, too,” and much more were his sweet words before he sank down. His tongue lapped over her slit, licking up the fluids that slicked down before wrapping around her clit, sucking harshly, making her hand clench around the sheets, fighting the urge to grip his blond locks and push him further down. It wasn’t long before his movements got messier, suctioning just right to send sparks down her spine and leaving her a moaning mess, lips bitten inside of her teeth to push down the cries and hips rolling against him as the pleasure doubled inside of her.

Jaemin thought he could do this forever as he pushed her knee up, burying himself even more between her legs, having a ball in the muffled, sensual whimpers rolling out of her lips and her shy hands now gripping tightly at the base of his neck.

“Taste so good, babe,” he praised, eyes flickering up to meet hers, smirking when her body shuddered at the contact.

She couldn’t hold back the louder moan as the orgasm built up, and the only thing that could keep quiet was his fingers inside her mouth, sucking as eagerly as he was. Her back arched just to be forced down again by Jaemin’s hand, pressing her against the mattress as he helped her ride the orgasm, tongue moving in swift motion until she couldn’t take it anymore, gasping for air and squirming away from his eager mouth.

“Calm, babe, I’m done,” he giggled, chest rumbling as he stood up, cleaning his lips with a lick of his tongue. And then his broad body was hovering over hers again while her hand pumped his hard dick, feeling the tip tease against her wet entrance.

A broken gasp left their lips as he pushed in slowly, savouring every inch sinking into her warm core. Even then, Jaemin took his sweet time before moving, bottoming down and kissing her face, making her chuckle.

He now knew he had all the time to tell her how much he loved her, but for now, he was going to show it with acts. His hands searched for hers, locking them at the side of her head before he drove his hips back and forth, watching her eyes flutter shut.

“Kiss me,” she begged, fucked-out, glossy eyes staring into his. “Please, kiss me.”

And Jaemin didn’t make her repeat again, softly placing his lips on hers in a needy, yet delicate kiss. It got messy after a while, but their lips kept coming back to each other, drowning out breathy moans, while their hips rolled perfectly together.

And it didn’t take long before their orgasm approached, hips slamming quicker against each other, and hands letting go of the hold just to wrap in his hair and pull him even closer.

“Gonna come,” was the only thing Hyejin could mumble before the pleasure go to her head, leaving her gasping and arching her back.

“Shit,” Jaemin grunted, head falling against her shoulder as he kept moving, riding their orgasms and feeling his legs go weak.

Other breathless curses were shared as they rolled to the side, chuckling and giggling as they tried to calm down, nothing but silence and their ragged breaths filling the air once they consumed their love.

“Come live with me,” Jaemin breathed out, turning his head to meet her eyes, now wide in surprise.

A hesitant chuckle left her lips. “With you? You want us to live together?”

“Yeah,” he replied, shifting completely to face her, “I know you said we shouldn’t rush it, but… didn’t we already almost live together? Don’t we already do it?”

Her lips parted as she tried to come up with a reply, but failed to do so, and simply hummed.

“I don’t think it would be rushing it, I won’t even start demanding the cats,” he joked, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “But… we could be on our own. I know you and Haechan are friends again, and he’s dating Zoya, but it’s still a bit weird. And sometimes I feel like I’m stealing in my own place.”

“I mean, I really wouldn’t mind, I think we make a great team,” she said. “But… right now?”

Jaemin shook his head. “No, not now, we can wait. We can start looking and then move next year, start brand new.”

She sighed, repeating his words as her eyes looked on the white sheets. “Start brand new…” It was scary, everything she ever dreamed of, the stability of a safe place to call home with the person she loved, and yet, now that it seemed so real, so possible, it was terrifying.

“I’ve got a stable job, two jobs considering I’m still taking care of Iseul occasionally, you probably will also get that job as a teacher but even if you don’t, you’ve found people that are interested in your art and they want to offer you something. I think these are good signs, we won’t be struggling, and honestly, I would live in a cave if it meant to be with you.”

Hyejin chuckled, hiding her face in the pillow and shaking her head. “You’re so cheesy.”

“But it’s the truth, I don’t care.”

“Fine,” she sighed. “We can start thinking about it, but we’ll only move if you do get that job,” she said, “they said you’re on the list, not hired,” she reminded him, making him roll his eyes.

“You have to manifest things into reality.”

“You daydream, honey, one of us has to stay grounded,” she said. “But anyway, if you get the job, if I do get the job, if I get an exhibition, or if some art-bro decides to pay my debts for the next ten years buying my canvas. And if we stay strong at least until November.”

Jaemin’s smile dropped upon hearing the last phrase. “You think we won’t last?”

“I’m just saying, let’s make sure we are as strong as we think we are,” she reassured him, pouting. “Come on, you know we will last. Also, in the meantime, we could spend more time at my place. Yeri and Ningning are not home much.”

“Fine, I’ll move in with you, thanks for asking,” he joked, tickling her.

“God, you’re so annoying,” she huffed, head rolling back before their lips met in a kiss.

The chats were loud in the living room as the group of friends couldn’t stop talking about more and less.

Hyejin wasn’t paying much attention to any of it, holding tight her full glass as she leaned close to the window of Jaemin’s bedroom, looking outside, letting the chaos fade away.

“I couldn’t find you,” the familiar voice that reached her ears made her smile before she looked to the side, meeting Haechan’s relaxed face.

“Trying to find a calm place,” she explained before hinting behind with a move of her head, “they’re loud.”

Her best friend chuckled, nodding weakly before he sat on the chair that was out of the balcony. “You look happy.”

Hyejin followed him outside, letting the chill December air hit her as she wrapped tighter in her black coat. “I am.”

“I know we already made it up, and we’re fine now, but… I still feel like I need to thank you,” Haechan said, rubbing his hands together to fight the cold.

“Thank me? And for what?”

Haechan shrugged. “For being braver than me. For always knowing what’s right. I don’t know, you let us go and that made us bloom. I hated you so much for that at the start, but now, it feels like everything is right where it’s supposed to be.”

It wasn’t easy, but everything slowly started to find its place again. With slow steps at times, growing closer together only came natural to them. It would’ve been so easy if it wasn’t for Zoya and Jaemin that put up with their awkwardness at first and still cared enough to share moments together so they could patch up what broke.

“I’d say it was reckless, but I like brave, too,” she joked, smiling at him.

Haechan chuckled, rolling his head back before taking a deep breath, clouds of white disappearing as his hot breath came in contact with the cold. “You didn’t give up on me,” he said. “I… I thought we were never going to have this back, and as much as I wanted to respect your decision, it would’ve torn me apart. And I don’t think I can explain with words how grateful I am, how happy it makes me that you still chose me, after everything, after all the pain, you still picked me. And you still love me like you did all your life.”

Hyejin chuckled tenderly, ruffling his hair. “It’s kinda impossible to hate your other half. Also, I would have to kill you if we ever stopped being friends, but I don’t like the idea of going to jail.”

Haechan laughed, squirming away from her teasing hands before their eyes met. Everything was there, in the comfortable silence around them, in their hearts still beating like when they were three, sitting on the swings, as they talked, and talked, unaware of how important they were going to be to one another. Now they knew, now they also knew where they belonged, and nothing seemed so scary anymore.

“I’m glad you found Jaemin,” he confessed, staring at her bright, happy and relaxed face. “I already told him, but I was so jealous when you two would spend time together because I could see it so clearly I wasn’t able to love you the way he did, and I hated it. But… I couldn’t force myself either way.”

“I think it’s better like this. I think… I think me and him really fit together. I don’t want to jinx it,” she chuckled, “I don’t want to think about the future, I just want to enjoy it, but I know we work out together, I know this is right,” she said, smiling. “Honestly, all of this finally feels right. You and Jaemin getting the jobs you worked so hard for, my art finally taking over, and having another exhibition in a month, Zoya being back with us, our love lives that flow with no problems, and you and me, always.”

Haechan smiled. “Yeah, it feels like our efforts are paying off.”

A moment of silence passed and then he went on. “You really don’t hate me for Zoya? I know you have Jaemin now, but… you don’t feel angry?”

Hyejin exhaled. “Why would I? I’m not a teenage girl anymore, I’m a grown woman, and I’m just grateful you two have each other. I wouldn’t wish for either of you to be with anybody else. You were always meant to be, it was written in the stars, and you know it.”

Haechan wanted to agree and be more enthusiastic about it, but it didn’t seem fair to him that to get back to Zoya, to find her again, he had to hurt Hyejin instead. Because just like she predicted, now he could see it clearly. “I didn’t use you, not intentionally, I truly thought we would work out, and I’m so sorry.”

“Stop it, Hyuck,” she said lightheartedly. “We’re fine, we truly are. You were vulnerable, I was dumb, and we were our worst selves. But it doesn’t matter. I don’t want to look at the past anymore, we have a beautiful, bright future in front of us, and that’s all that matters.”

“Zoya’s right when she calls you the wisest one of the trio,” he said, “well, quartet, now.”

Hyejin laughed, resting her head on the wall before taking a deep breath. “Life is so weird,” she whispered, “and unfair, I’d add.”

“It is.”

“Why does it have to be so complicated? It could’ve been so easy if Zoya never left, if Jaemin came into my life differently. It would’ve saved us all some suffering.”

“I hate it, too, but I fool myself into thinking that if things went differently, we wouldn’t be here today,” he replied, finally pushing his hands in the pockets of his jacket, giving up trying to keep them hot outside.

“You still do that,” she chuckled, pointing at his hands.

“Oh, please, leave me alone,” he huffed, pouting. “Can I confess something?”

“You had a fight with gloves and lost so now you can’t wear them anymore?”

“No, idiot,” he said, pushing her away with a hit of his shoulder, making her laugh. “Jaemin wasn’t supposed to come back here.”

“What?” she asked, eyes wide in surprise.

“When he was talking about moving, his first choice was Europe. He wanted to try something else, change his life completely. Seoul wasn’t even in his top 10.”

“Oh my god... are you kidding me?”

“I wish I was.”

“And how did he come here?”

“I asked him to,” he confessed, “well, begged him.”

“Begged him?”

“It wasn’t so humiliating, I was just trying to show him that he should’ve learned yet another language to live in France, Italy, or Germany, and then...yeah...”

“Yeah...? That’s all you have to say? He could’ve gone to England. He speaks English.”

“He wanted to... he even wanted to go to Tokyo.”

“And yet, he’s here... why?”

Haechan sighed, taking a deep breath, meeting her eyes. “I missed him,” he breathed out. “I needed a friend, and I know he needed one too. We would always talk about meeting again every summer and then we never would, and... I needed him. I have lots of friends but, do you know when you just feel like something is missing? That’s what I felt. Also, I think a part of me didn't want to deal with thousands of texts about him learning Spanish or Thai through Duolingo or 240p quality series on youtube.”

Hyejin laughed, shaking her head. “I think he’s still learning something on Duolingo, I hear that beep every now and then when he comes over, late in the evening because he has forgotten to do his lessons.”

Haechan laughed. “Maybe he’ll take you to Madrid, or Hamburg.”

“To live there?” she whispered.

Haechan shrugged. “He’s crazy, so brace yourself, anything could happen with him.”

Hyejined laughed, holding herself tighter. “So you’re the reason he’s here.”

“Yeah, but what I’m saying is... there was no other way for things to go. He wouldn’t be here now, he would be on the other side of the world and you would know him as the Skype friend, or the crazy guy that thought dropping everything to live in a peasized country in Tuscany without speaking the language was a great idea, but he wouldn’t be yours. He wouldn’t be your Jaemin, just another anonymous face. And God knows what would’ve been of us, living in a lie, and losing ourselves thinking of still having each other.”

Hyejin hummed, resting her head against his shoulder, arms intertwining with his. “It was supposed to end like this,” Hyejin said, “and I’m glad it did. If you never bleed, you can’t grow, right?”

“Right,” he smiled. “Now let’s hope we can just exist for a while.”

“We will, it looks so bright ahead of us, Hyuck. We climbed a thousand mountains together, I’m sure no obstacle is big enough to shut us down.”

The house started emptying, and as the night deepened, they were the only ones left in that place, trying to clean up the most and leave the rest for the morning to come.

“So, I think it’s time to go,” Hyejin said, eyeing the clock, bringing everyone’s attention to her.

“Already?” Jaemin asked, feeling he didn’t spend too much time together. Not true at all considering they were clingy and were always standing side by side, but since there were other friends over they didn’t have a lot of one-on-one time. “Want me to drop you off?”

“No, it’s alright, I came with my car,” she replied.

“Why don’t you stay?” Haechan proposed, walking to the side, showing himself behind Jaemin, Zoya standing behind him. “It’s late, and we could watch a movie before going to bed. It wouldn’t be the first time, right? Well, the first time with Jaemin, and the first time where… everything is right, but, it’s still the same?”

Hyejin smiled, looking around, meeting Jaemin��s big smile and his subtle — not so subtle — bouncing on the spot, and then Zoya’s eyes.

“Hyuck’s right, you should stay. We can have a small celebration on our own, nobody has to work tomorrow anyway.”

“I agree,” Jaemin added. “We’re better when we’re four.”

“Fine,” Hyejin gave up. “You didn’t need to do all this to convince me, driving at this hour of the night was the last thing I wanted, but I appreciate being wanted,” she joked before dropping her bag right where it was before and slipping out of her shoes.

“Come with me, we’ll get some drinks while they pick a movie,” Zoya said, grabbing her hand and dragging her into the kitchen.

While they were busy picking something, Zoya talked.

“I’m so glad that we’re back, stronger than before,” she said. “I think I will never thank you enough for everything.”

Hyejin giggled, “Haechan said the same thing, you two really are connected.”

Zoya chuckled, pulling some cans out of the fridge before resting against the countertop, watching Hyejin search for the food. “When you and Haechan broke up I feared something broke forever, and I hated it because not only do I think something as beautiful as what you two share should last forever, but also because I didn’t want to be forced to pick between one of you again. I did that when I was a stupid teenager, but doing it right now would’ve hurt me, a lot.”

“Thank god we’re not stupid teenagers anymore, right?”

“Right,” she replied, smiling. “And you’re wearing the top I crocheted you,” she added, not able to hold back the proud smile as her eyes skimmed over her friend’s body.

Hyejin smiled back,

“Of course I am. Did you think I would throw it in the closet and leave it to rot?”

“I don’t know, not everyone likes those things,” she said.

“I’m not everyone,” she said, “And I told you I love it, it’s soft and fits me perfectly. I might need another one, you know?”

“For the summer, I’m trying to crochet a hat for Haechan and... it’s messy,” she snorted, making Hyejin laugh.

“You should teach me, I’ve always wanted to learn but never did.”

“Fine by me, but only if you teach me how to draw,” Zoya said, reaching her hand out.

Hyejin shrugged, shaking her hand. “Deal?”

“Deal.”

“Hey! You two are lost? The fridge ate you?” Haechan screamed from the living room, making them laugh and walk out of the room after one last smile.

“We’re alive,” Zoya shouted.

“You won’t get rid of us that easily,” Hyejin added, slumping on the couch next to Jaemin, kissing his lips softly.

“It’s a movie we’ve never seen before,” Haechan said, fixing the pillows and making space for Zoya to sit next to him.

“So if it sucks it’s not our fault,” Jaemin defended.

“Stop stealing my food,” Hyejin screamed, slapping Haechan’s hand away halfway through the movie.

“I wasn’t stealing,” he defended.

“Your hand in my bowl says otherwise,” she groaned.

“If we want to be honest, it’s my bowl, I paid for it,” he retorted, sticking his tongue out.

Hyejin scoffed. “You’re such a child. And steal food from your girlfriend, leave me alo— Jaemin!” She screamed, turning to the right when her boyfriend sneaked his hand in her bowl. “Zoya, say something!”

“What? That we’re surrounded by thieves?”

“It wasn’t stealing, it was borrowing,” Jaemin defended, shrugging.

“Right, it’s sharing,” Haechan added, leaning forward to high-five Jaemin.

“You two need to be kept far away from each other,” Hyejin said, pushing Jaemin away until he reached the armrest of the sofa.

“That won’t stop me from reaching your bowl,” Jaemin chuckled.

Hyejin rolled her eyes. “If it’s you it’s fine.”

“Excuse me?” Haechan gasped offended. “What about me?”

“You can starve,” she replied. “Also, your bowl is full.”

“It’s a different flavour,” he pouted before leaning into Zoya’s ear and whispering something.

“I won’t ask her for her food to give it to you,” Zoya said out loud, chuckling, making Hyejin laugh at Haechan’s face.

“You traitor!” he gasped. “I’m surrounded by snakes, fine.”

“We can share,” Jaemin said, handing him his bowl.

“This is not the one I want,” he fake-cried.

Hyejin laughed, moving closer again, dragging Jaemin with her. “Here, pain in the ass, you can have some.”

Haechan smiled content. “See, I don’t need you,” he stuck his tongue out toward Zoya. “I mean, I do, not for this, though,” he added, making her laugh as she shook her head. “Love you,” he said to Hyejin before taking the chips.

Hyejin let out a light-hearted scoff and rolled her eyes, leaning her head against Jaemin, “You can have them too, obviously.”

“I know, I don’t even have to ask”, he joked.

When the movie almost came to an end, Zoya was already sleeping against Haechan’s shoulder, and Jaemin was laying with his head on Hyejin’s lap, not sleeping yet, but dozed off enough that Hyejin was sure he missed half of the conversations and plot.

And she and Haechan were still awake, paying attention to the screen as they occasionally made jokes about the movie.

Everything about this felt oddly familiar and warm. It felt right, everything had found its place, everything was going down the right road.

And right at that moment, when Haechan laughed louder than usual, making Zoya and Jaemin groan, Hyejin realized she had finally found the peace she didn’t even know she needed this much one year ago.

It truly sunk in that this was what she and Haechan were supposed to be, always each other Peter Pan and Tinkerbell, something destined to stay a beautiful friendship and an impossible love story, something that probably would’ve been real in another land, Neverland, a place that only exists in the wildest imagination, but it still didn’t make it any less special. They would’ve always been there for each other, simply not in the way they imagined.

But in this fairytale called real life, her prince was someone else; a cat lover with dyed blonde hair that fit him so well they looked natural, with a contagious laugh and words too honest to don’t cut like a knife and yet heal like magic. In this fairytale, she also found a close friend again, someone she should’ve learned how to love years ago, someone that she shouldn’t have painted as a villain. And most importantly, she still had her best by her side.

This was going to be just the start of a new life, but of one thing she was sure; no matter how hard life would’ve gotten, or where it would’ve led them, they would’ve always found a way back to each other, a way to find a glimpse of each other.

— 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐒 —

“You didn’t start annoying me when November passed,” Hyejin whispered in the quiet of the night, tracing circles on Jaemin’s exposed chest. The smell of sex was still lingering in the air as they let their bodies cool down.

“You wanted me to?”

Hyejin chuckled, “Yeah… I didn’t want to be the first one to bring up moving together. You know, this time is real.”

“I didn’t want to pressure you,” he confessed, tightening the hold around her waist a bit more. “I can’t stand living with Haechan anymore, but I don’t mind crashing at your place… like right now.”

Hyejin laughed, turning around, chest pressing against the mattress as she stared at him through her messy bangs. “I want to go live together,” she said. “I want the cats, and… I might have a surprise for you.”

Jaemin’s eyes widened, sitting up straight. “You scare me.”

“I know, but it’s almost Christmas, and I could put that under the tree… but no, I really can’t, because we don’t have time to wait for that.”

His eyes widened even more, heart racing. “Just tell me what it is.”

“This,” she said, handing him her phone opened on the gallery. “I might’ve blocked a cheap offer on the other side of town, close to your kindergarten kinda, and to what might be my school next year, if they keep their promise.”

“Oh my god,” he gasped, finger running on the screen as he scrolled down the pictures of the small house.

“It’s falling apart, I know, that’s why it’s cheap. But it’s nice, and the landlord is a sweet lady, she loves us already. Okay, she’s Iseul’s grandmother, and Iseul might’ve talked about us in a very romanticized way but it doesn’t matter because she said we can do whatever we want with it, and she won’t annoy us, and yes, we need to fix it, but —”

Jaemin shut her up with a kiss, cupping her cheeks to pull her closer. “Yes, a million times yes,” he exclaimed. “I love it,” he said, eyes sparkling as he stared into hers. “I love you.”

Hyejin’s smile grew even bigger, feeling a bit of anxiety leaving her stomach after seeing him so excited. “I still think it’s scary, but as much as I love the girls, I need my spaces and my own place. But I can’t really afford it alone, and, oops, you seem like a fitting choice for a roommate.”

Jaemin laughed before turning serious, “Call me your roommate again and you’ll have to fix that house on your own,�� he joked. “No, but seriously, it’s so pretty. And it even has a small garden.”

“Yeah, it was pure luck, a few weeks ago when you were talking with Iseul’s parents, and her grandma was there, it just slipped out of my mouth because Iseul draw cats and I thought of what you told me, and then her grandma offered it to me. She could wait a bit more but you know Iseul’s mother, and also… I really think we need our space. And we can’t make our memories at Haechan’s or even here…”

“You know I’m fine with this. The one that wasn’t sure about this big step was you.”

“Because I always dreamed of this but the other person never gave me signs of wanting it to be a reality, so my delusions, were just delusions. But my delusions with you become scary, big steps to take,” she explained, her tone was lighthearted but he could feel the lingering fear behind it. “And I love it. Because we’re on the same track, I just need to get used to it. You know… no more fighting for what I want because you’re already holding my hand and we’re doing it.”

Jaemin’s smile grew big on his face. “Good to know we have each other to back us up with our crazy ideas,” he said, pulling her in for another kiss.

She giggled against his lips, hands slipping in his locks before they fell on the bed again.

“Why are you smiling like this?” Hyejin asked, getting lost in his pretty features, his cheekbones, his long lashes and that smile that threw her stomach upside down.

“I... I was just thinking that all of this... is surreal,” he explained, gulping and turning to her. “I dreamed of you every day and night just a few months ago and now...” he sighed, smile growing bigger, making it impossible to talk, “now you’re mine, and I’m yours. And you just asked me to move in together. I used to think I would’ve moved out because I couldn’t stand seeing you in that situation and now, I’m moving out with you.”

Hyejin didn’t reply right away, her eyes were fixed on his, taking him in, letting her mind wander back when their story started. “It was in the eggs.”

Jaemin chuckled, shaking his head before rubbing a hand on his face.

“What? You gave me a heart attack that day and destiny decided to punish you with me forever,” she said, batting her lashes and making a heart with her hands under her chin.

“Oh, damn, forever with you is my punishment? Oh, no, Lord, save me, I can’t live like this,” he joked, pretending to be heartbroken.

“Idiot,” Hyejin said, pushing him away. “No, don’t tickle me,” she yelled when his hands reached her waist and started moving on her, ending up in a tangled mess with the sheets as they both started to laugh and tickle each other.

“Shut the hell up, I’m trying to sleep,” Yeri screamed, slamming the door open and staring down at them. “I closed an eye for the sex because, Lord, do I wish to be in your place and I’d love for you to do the same when my turn will finally come, but this lovers bullshit is where I draw the line.”

They both quickly covered themselves, giggling under their teeth as they tried to keep a straight face and nod.

“Sorry, Yeri,” Jaemin apologized first, nudging Hyejin to do the same.

“Yeah, sorry, won't happen again,” she said, smiling at her.

“Good,” Yeri sighed, before glaring at them, “because if I have to get up and come here again, I’ll kill you.”

Hyejin and Jaemin broke into a silent laugh when she closed the door behind her, falling on the mattress and trying to muffle the sounds with the sheets and then staring at each other’s faces with lips pursed to don’t get murdered by her roommate, only calming down after a minute and then Jaemin broke the silence.

“We’re calling Iseul’s grandmother tomorrow.”

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Someone else?

Tommy and Joel discover another immune person.

part 2 part 3

a/n: this is my first fanfic and it is purely for fun! i had the idea for an immune!reader and wanted to try writing it myself! :p its very slowburn! this all takes place is jackson. it is happening after the first game and i am imagining the beginning of the second game where everything is peaceful and everyone is happy and joel lives a long happy life

warnings(?): jackson era ellie, this is not canon, spoilers for the game&show(?)

The perimeter patrol spotted the patrol rangers riding back, they shout for the guards to open the gate as they see the urgency they’re riding toward them with. This patrol was Tommy and Joel and it was supposed to just be a routine patrol to the ski lodge. They had made it time and time again without a hitch. This time though, this time Tommy rides back with a bundle of sheets clutched in between his arms. The both of them shouting for Maria and for a medic with a panic that Jackson hasn’t heard in a long time. Joel’s chest constricts with anxiety as his mind is like an avalanche of ‘what next’ questions.

Ellie, Jesse, and Dina had been at the Tipsy Bison as their day was beginning to wind down. They had been shouting a game of scrabble that was on the verge of becoming violent.

“Ixnay is a word. You just don’t know what you’re talking about.” Jesse insists.

Ellie bites back her grin as Dina turns a concerning shade of red.

“No! No. It’s not! It’s not a word. Ellie?” Shouts Dina.

Ellie flips through the dictionary as quickly as possible, trying to avoid Dina’s wrath. Landing on the I’s she drags her fingers down the page, sucking in a sharp breath.

“Dina…I have bad news. It is a-” Ellie is abruptly cut off by shouts, quickly becoming anxious as she hears people shouting Joel. Abandoning the game the three of them rush out of the bar to see Tommy passing Joel something. No, not something, someone. What the hell is going on?

Jesse jogs off noticing Tommy’s struggle to corral both horses. Ellie and Dina running over to Joel and the bundle in his arms.

Everyone is watching in curiosity as Joel is visibly shaken, he’s nervous? There is murmuring moving through Jackson like an ice-cold wave. Maria is quick to nip this curiosity in the bud.

“Alright! Alright, everybody! That’s enough!” Her voice echoes through the snowy town square.

“A young girl was found in the ski lodge. That’s all, okay? She is getting checked by the medic now but I want this crowd dispersed right now.” Her word is final as people begin to separate.

Inside Joel is passing the bundle in his arms to the medic and whispering something in her ear, eyes shifting around in unease. Ellie and Dina are standing by the door not wanting to crowd the already stressed medic. The bundle of blankets is placed in a wheelchair and taken past the swinging doors before Ellie can get a glimpse of their face. The only visible trait is long, matted, brown hair.

Joel finally turns his attention to Ellie and Dina with a breath. Joel clears his throat to avoid his voice cracking out of fear.

“Dina…can we have a minute?” Joel questions.

“Yeah, yeah of course. I’ll go help Jesse. Ellie, just find me when you can.” Dina responds in an even tone, always being understanding.

Waiting for her to leave the building, Joel nods at Ellie to follow him. They both find a seat in the hallway of the small medic building.

“What the hell happened out there?” Ellie asks.

“She- That girl in there-” Joel stutters at a loss for words.

Ellie thinks incredulously. Joel stutterers. Whatever he is about to tell her is important. Important enough for him to trip over his words like he’s drunk. However she stays silent, patient. He seems shaken and the last thing she wants to do is make that worse.

“That girl is- Okay, listen. Me and Tommy got to the ski lodge and noticed the door was open. Now you’ve done that patrol before and know that the rule is always to close those doors. We go inside and see a mess of a person in the corner, unconscious. I quickly went to check on her and- and the first thing I see is- " He falters.

“The first thing I see is, she’s been bitten. I- there was no denying the giant bite on her leg. Tommy sees it too and his first instinct is to shoot but I- I stopped him because the bite was…Ellie the bite was old.” He says with a breath.

Ellie is at a total loss for words. Her mind refused to believe what it had just heard.

She scoffs, “No. There’s no way. You- It has to be from something else. An animal? Or- Or- Something else?!”

“Ellie. She was bitten. There’s not a doubt in my mind that she was bitten by infected. We think she passed out from blood loss but kiddo she…she was bitten. The bite was not old enough to have healed but old enough that she should have turned by now.” Joel tries his best to convince her.

“Stop! Stop. I don’t believe this. This has to be some mistake.” Ellie stands to leave, beginning to feel angry. Anger at what exactly? She’s not sure but she can begin to feel that anger turn lethal.

Before she can get to the swinging doors the medic walks out looking dazed. She has blood on her gloved hands and silently beacons Ellie and Joel into the room. The three of them walk into the room all shaking to some degree.

The medic whispers, “She has to be immune. The bite is at least forty-eight hours old. If I had to guess, she was overwhelmed by a hoard, was bitten, and through the adrenaline didn’t notice until she collapsed in the ski lodge.”

“Let me see it.” Ellie insists.

The medic nods, gently pushing the blanket over her left leg. The medic had not dressed the wound yet, assuming people would want to see it. For god sake she ogled at it the entire time she was alone with the girl.

“She’s incredibly malnourished so she might not look it right now but I am assuming she’s about nineteen.” The medic mumbles out, needing to fill the tense silence.

Ellie stares at it. Hand lifting to touch it but the medic clearing her throat had her retracting her hand in an instant. Her teeth grind and her eyes water. She is in utter disbelief.

Joel steps forward glancing at the bite, at Ellie, and back at the bite. “Son of a bitch it’s real.” He mumbles. He nods at the medic to wrap the wound and she does so promptly. Seemingly still in shock and what she’s wrapping.

The medic clears her throat and wrings out her hands, “I have no clue when she’ll wake up but she’s stable so I am gonna wait ‘till she is awake. You can both head home and I’ll have someone get you when she’s up.”

“No. I’m staying.” Ellie quips, shaking her head.

“Kiddo, you should get some rest-” Joel begins.

“NO. I’m not going anywhere until she wakes up. You both go. I’ll let you know when she’s up.” Ellie says, glancing at the medic.

Finding little room for argument. Joel and the medic nod their heads. The medic leaves quickly, needing to cry. Joel gives Ellie one more guilty glance and leaves.

Ellie falls into the chair in the corner of the room, head in hands. Taking a much needed deep breath, she sits up cracking her neck and rests her head on the wall behind her. Trying to keep awake she bounces her leg.

Ellie is awakened by a gasp followed by violent coughing. She sits up to see the girl sitting up in the bed, hands gripping the blanket, as she looks wild-eyed around the room. Ellie holds her breath as the two of them make eye contact.

still a WIP! :)

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ymaohoh · 4 months

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“We could always just…do it anyway?" - Fic - Oneshot

"Packet’s ripped, sweetheart. We seem to be without a condom.” His fingers stilled and Chrissy was biting her plump little lip that tasted of strawberries and magic. She was watching him closely, her cheeks flushed and panting from being so close to what promised to be a world-shattering orgasm. “We could always just…do it anyway? Without a condom, I mean.” Eddie and Chrissy have unsafe sex against a wall. Eddie's POV

Porn with very little plot. Oneshot. Rated very Mature. Use protection kids.

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So Chrissy and Eddie are animals, right?

For some wild crazy reason Chrissy can’t get enough of Eddie, and Eddie believes firmly that any time spent not kissing or touching Chrissy Cunningham is…well, a fucking travesty really. They’d only been together as boyfriend and girlfriend for a few months but already it was ride or die and they both submitted to this without reason or logic or hesitation. They’d bought non-refundable one way tickets for the ride of their lives and they were so fucking blissfully messed-up happy.

They couldn’t do much about it in his crappy trailer (the walls were so thin, man, and Wayne worked random hours. He wanted his baby to scream and pant without worrying about being overheard, okay? And besides…it was cramped. Chrissy was a champ but it must’ve been embarrassing sneaking into the shower, freshly fucked and bow-legged - fuck yes, while his uncle slept nearby)... so that meant having to think outside the box if they wanted undisturbed one on one time. And…boy… was Eddie crafty. Creativity had always been one of his strengths and he rose to the challenge like the DM he was born to play.

Hotels and motels and all that sneaky stuff cost money and he was saving for his future now (their future) so they were out. His van was okay but the suspension was taking a pounding and there wasn’t room in the back for all the crazy shit Eddie wanted to do to Chrissy’s perfect and flexible body. Chrissy’s place was also ruled out because (you know) her parents despised him entirely and were one shit-eating grin away from kicking Chrissy out which wasn’t the worst idea (he would never ever forgive them for the spiteful lies they twisted into Chrissy’s brain about food and her body and…ugh) but they were so close to graduating and Chrissy wanted to go to college so…yeah, her place was a no go.

(Not to say they hadn’t fooled around there when Eddie braved the trellis beneath her window (like Romeo and Juliet right?) but Chrissy could never really relax and it wasn’t as fun. He would love to fuck her in her parents bed as a solid fuck you but Chrissy wasn’t quite there yet. Maybe he’d suggest it right before they fucked off to California or wherever she wanted to study. Eddie would follow her wherever, obviously.)

So really that left sneaking around and finding whatever stolen moments they could. Rick’s place by Lover’s Lake (still in prison - hang in there buddy), their picnic bench in the woods, the empty locker room after cheer practice, backstage at The Hideout. Fucking whenever he could get her alone really…and all the other spaces in the inbetween? Well they were filled with making out, groping, sucking purple marks on their necks. You get the drift. Chrissy was like a strawberry sundae with whipped cream and sprinkles and he was starving.

So yes they were the queen and king of PDA (Queen takes King, naturally) but their friends, to their credit, didn’t protest too much because honestly it was a long time coming and they were just happy they didn’t have to put up with anymore longing glances or Eddie’s soft eyes. They still mumbled words like disgusting and perverts and can’t you at least have lunch before you start sucking face, Jesus when Eddie and Chrissy got really ramped out…but it was cool.

They were sex crazed maniacs riding the waves of hormones and lust and love, falling deeper and deeper into whatever sin your chosen deity prescribed to.

(Chrissy had hang ups like this at first - another gift from her mommy dearest - but when Eddie ate her out for the first time she’d cried out such wicked delightful things that made even Eddie blush).

However, they might be dumbasses in love for the first and last time but they 99.9% of the time practiced safe sex. Despite giving much evidence to the contrary, Eddie wasn’t a complete fucking idiot and he always made sure to have protection ready to go. Like he said, they had big plans after graduating, and though it might’ve been hilarious to invite Mrs Cunningham to a shotgun wedding (trailer trash all the way, baby), he knew Chrissy wanted to wait for all that stuff and what she wanted she would get. As for Eddie? Well, he was a simple fellow - he’d knock her up and marry her tomorrow - but liked the idea of driving Chrissy around California and chasing their dreams even more. All that romantic stuff, right? He wanted it. Fuck, he loved her so much.

Yet, even the best laid plans sometimes get a little crooked and maybe Eddie was a bit of a fucking idiot. Chrissy would afterwards blame the weed and Eddie blamed Chrissy’s perfect tits, but that’s besides the point.

The night in question took place after a spectacularly awesome gig at The Hideout. It was the first time Chrissy brought along her cheerleading friends from the team (which made his bandmates fucking gag) and the twerps from his D&D circle came too with their babysitting club which meant Harrington, Wheeler, Buckley. Besides those fun new additions, there was an actual crowd. Not huge by any standards, but it was a decent turn out for Hawkins. Word seemed to have traveled that watching Corroded Coffin might actually be a good night out and for the first time in decades The Hideout staff had to earn their wages. Enthused, the band were on their A-game and Eddie had never played so fucking well.

Plus Chrissy was standing front row jumping around like a freak and whooping (like his own personal cheerleader) and looked so pretty and wonderful and fuck. What a rush. He was riding a high.

So afterwards they rolled some joints backstage to chase another illicit high and ordered more beers. It wasn’t a party exactly but they had some well-earned fun. By the time last orders were called Gareth had to be carried to his car. It was so rock and roll.

Which left Eddie and Chrissy utterly and blissfully alone. You can see where this is going, right?

It was actually impressive that they managed to clear up and carry the rest of the band's equipment outside to his van, before totally sucking face. Eddie was amped up and grinning like a maniac because Chrissy was singing his songs under her breath and wearing the shiny strawberry lip gloss that drove him wild. She was wearing a baby blue summer dress that made her look like a fairytale princess (floaty sleeves and all) but it was short enough to show off her creamy thighs. It was one of his favourites (and when he asked if she’d worn it on purpose, just for him, she’d blushed and said of course, dummy he’d felt on top of the world).

So Eddie pushed Chrissy back against the alley wall and kissed her until they were breathless. He became totally lost in the magic of her like he always did, and melted when her talented little fingers slipped beneath his heavy belt.

“You witch,” he said. His voice sounded loud and heavy. “Weaving your dark fairy magic on me.”

Chrissy laughed and it sounded breathless and happy. Christ, maybe she really was a witch? He was in her fucking thrall, alright. She looked like a fairy in that dress and with those big twinkling blue eyes. Her long blonde hair (kissed by fire and sunsets and summer so it looked pink) fell down her back in waves. Seriously, how the fuck had he ever ever managed any of this?

His fairy-witch-elf-angel kissed him again. “I thought you were supposed to be the one with powers. Didn’t you seduce me away from my perfect wholesome boring life with your black magic?”

“And blood sacrifices to Satan. Don’t forget those,” Eddie reminded her. Her fingers roamed lower and traced against the length of his cock which of course was already hard and ready. “I’m not some cheap date you can seduce and fuck in an alley, you know.”

“You sure about that?”

Eddie cradled her face in his hands and dragged her mouth up so he could kiss into it slow and deliberate. She goddamn sighed into his mouth and he felt her body uncurl like a fucking flower for him. He didn’t think he would ever get enough of doing this to her and it still blew his mind that he was the one who could coax and draw out such reactions from her. Chrissy was so wonderfully responsive to his touch and well…him.

He moved one hand beneath her skirt (dresses were the best) and against her panties and yep…Chrissy was already so so wet for him.

“You’re such a groupie, Chrissy Cunningham.”

He pushed aside the thin material and traced a finger around her clit in a way he knew made Chrissy melt into a puddle of syrup and honey and all things sweet.

“Only for you, Eddie,” she whispered. She shut her eyes and let her head roll back against the brick wall. “You played so fucking well tonight, baby. You looked so good. I was so proud of you.” And just like that she was no witch or fairy but a goddamn angel. Eddie pressed kisses against her jaw, her chin, her nose.

She was like an arrow to the chest, seriously. Bullseye.

“You were?” he murmured. “You my number one fan, Chriss?”

“I’ve got the band shirt to prove it. If I’m real lucky the hot guitarist might just sign my tits.”

Eddie huffed a laugh against the crook of her neck. He loved it when she cursed.

“I can arrange that. Hear he’s got a thing for girls with big blue eyes and a pretty wet cunt that has his name written all over it.”

Chrissy actually moaned at that and Eddie quickened his fingers. He pressed his hips against her so she could feel just how hard she made him.

“I fucking loved watching you dance in the front row, right where you belong,” he said. “God, you know I only play for you, baby. You’re my inspiration, my fucking muse. None of this matters without you, Chriss.”

He slipped a finger inside her wet pussy and then - because she really was getting off on this, so was he - another. Chrissy told him once that she loved the feeling of his metal rings against her clit so he made sure they scraped against it just enough.

“Eddie!” she hissed.

“Yeah baby?”

“I just…just fucking love how you easy you get me off. Fuck. I fucking love you, you mean and scary freak.”

He kissed the corner of her smiling mouth and then pressed another to her neck.

“I love you too, baby girl. Going to practice my ass off so when we leave this dump I can find work and buy you all the pretty things you deserve.”

“Told you I don’t need any of that.”

He nipped her neck this time and she hissed again.

“Want to take care of you.”

“Eddie…only need you.”

He added another finger - three now, fuck yes - and took hold of her perfect ass with the other.

“Going to buy you a diamond. Size of my fist.”

Chrissy had to bite down on her lip to stop herself from fucking screaming.

Her hands moved against his cock again and felt that it was weeping and ready for her. Her hands were trembling but she made short work of unbuckling his belt (she was so perfect).

“I need you to fuck me, Eddie. Need to feel you inside me.”

“Already?”

“Mmm.”

“You don’t want to ride my knuckles ‘till you come first?”

“I’m seriously going to lose it if you don’t fuck me against this wall right now, Eddie Munson.”

Eddie didn’t need anymore convincing (crap it was hot when she started bossing him around. Was this a new kink to explore? Chrissy could tease just about anything out of him honestly and he was living for it). He removed his hand from her ass and dug around in his jacket pocket for…Ah. There it was.

He looked away from the vision that was her for a millisecond so as to rip open the foil packet, but then noticed…

Oh for fuck’s sake.

Well things had been going far too well for him recently - maybe he deserved some cosmic retribution or kick up the ass to remind him he wasn’t actually living in a dream.

“Uh…Chriss? Bad news on that front.”

“Mm?”

“Packet’s ripped, sweetheart. We seem to be without a condom.”

“Oh…”

His fingers had stilled and Chrissy was biting her plump little lip that tasted of strawberries and magic. She was watching him closely, her cheeks flushed and panting from being so close to what promised to be a world-shattering orgasm.

Eddie could feel her trembling and threw the packet away, intent on getting back to her and her needs right away. He was just about to drop to his knees and eat out her pretty wet cunt, when she said very hesitantly…

“We could always just…do it anyway? Without a condom, I mean.”

Eddie pressed a kiss to her lips. “Baby, no. We’ve talked about this…you know?”

“Amanda from the cheer team told me there’s a morning-after pill I can take. She told me where to get it from too. You can drive us tomorrow, easy…use a fake name…”

Chrissy’s hands were once again moving across his cock and he felt himself instinctively lean into her. He began moving his fingers again too and was rewarded by a soft moan that sounded like a fucking melody of everything good and perfect.

Eddie felt like his brain might explode. He was a guy, okay, who had a beautiful angel coming apart on one hand (literally) and on the other the idea of stopping this and saying they could wait, they could fuck tomorrow after he went to a store. But Eddie wasn’t capable of really resisting Chrissy anything, you know, nor could he resist the way her eyes were fluttering shut in pleasure or the way she was gripping so tight around his fingers. It wasn’t like he was pressuring her into this either - Chrissy said she wanted this.

And yeah, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t either. A part of him fucking loved everything about the idea.

“You sure, Chriss?”

“Yeah, baby…” she nodded and licked her lips. Oh yeah, he was gone. “I want you to fuck me right now, Eddie.”

She must have seen the exact moment the sensible part of his brain totally shut down, because she kissed him hard and licked her tongue against his. Eddie groaned against her lips and his fingers were again digging up into her causing her to gasp.

“Fucking hell, sweetheart, okay…I’ve got you.”

Eddie withdrew his fingers (causing her to pout in a way that made his knees almost buckle) and grabbed hold of her thighs, before lifting and pushing her hard against the brick wall. Chrissy twisted her legs around his waist and seemed to pull him even closer with her thighs.

“You are a witch,” he murmured against the shell of her ear. “You know I’m your slave, baby. You say jump and I fucking jump.”

“You just make me crazy, Eddie. Can’t help it. Don’t want to wait another second.”

God this was irresponsible, but at the same time Eddie’s heart was shaking and he was overcome with a giant wave of fucking need and want. The fact Chrissy wanted him so badly as to forgo being sensible and safe was a huge fucking turn on. He was going to fuck Chrissy Cunningham bareback.

Bareback, raw, like a damn caveman.

Chrissy was shifting in his arms so the head of his dick pushed against her hot dripping opening and that was all Eddie needed really, and he moved his hips and pushed right into her. Right up to the fucking hilt.

“Holy shit.”

One of Chrissy’s hands wound into his hair and the sharp tug made him curse again. Her other hand pressed flat against the wall behind them, nails scratching at the brickwork as if she couldn’t contain just how much shining hot pleasure was currently coursing through her body.

Like bottled lightning, baby. Plug him into a power cord because he was going to light her up.

Eddie rocked against her again, using his weight to pin her up. He brought his face down into her neck where he hissed and fucking spat kisses against her skin. He began fucking up into her fast and careless.

“You feel so unbelievably good, Chriss. My god. Just so hot and warm and…like velvet or silk, baby. It’s fucking addictive, is what this is.”

This was fucking dangerous because he was right, it was insanely addictive (and he knew addictions). The greediness was already taking root inside him and he knew he would miss this desperately when it was gone. He’d have to store away every sensation in his memory like a treasured jewel. What a difference that little bit of rubber made, right? He suddenly wanted to set fire to the store and buy these pills in bulk, if it just meant he could do this to Chrissy every day and every night.

“Can feel you so deep and warm inside me, Eddie,” Chrissy was moaning. “There’s literally nothing between us. Just your skin and mine, and I’m riding your bare dick.”

“Feels fucking amazing, baby. Too good.”

“This is so so hot.”

“You like me fucking you bareback?”

“Yes…”

“This is gunna be feeding my dreams for weeks, sweetheart. You going to think of my bare naked cock when you touch yourself too? Think about how close we are right now?”

Chrissy cried out then and threw her head back. Her hair fell around her shoulders like a halo.

“God, Eddie. I’m so close already.”

“I know, I can fucking feel you are. You’re so hot and tight.”

Her words were encouraging him onwards and he began holding her thighs so tight he might’ve been worried about making bruises if he wasn’t so distracted.

“Chrissy?”

She whimpered.

“You going to come on my cock, sweetheart? Squirt your pretty pussy juices all over my cock? You’ve not done that before.”

“Yeah…”

“An’ then I’m gunna’ come inside you, Chriss. Going to come inside you so deep you can feel me there tomorrow. I’m going to fucking drown you.”

“Yes please, baby. I want it so bad. Oh Eddie…I want this so much…”

“You do? Let me hear it.”

“Want your cum in me so bad. Where it’s supposed to be, you know? Right where it belongs.”

“God Chriss! Fuck. Really do wanna knock you up when you talk like that.”

Eddie the Freak knocking up the goddamn prom queen herself. Had an excellent ring to it honestly.

“Oh Eddie!

Chrissy screamed out as she came and her nails dug into his scalp. Eddie kept thrusting up into her as she rode out her waves and waves of pleasure and the feeling of her tight dripping cunt pulsing around him soon dragged him over the edge too.

“Come inside me Eddie. Let me fucking feel you.”

Eddie swore into her neck as she fucking milked his cock and he came so hard and fast that he thought he might drop her. Fucking hell. This is fucking heaven. Chrissy’s pussy is fucking heaven.

She squeezed every last drop out of him.

Trembling, Eddie kissed her when he was done and gently lowered her down. Chrissy’s knees nearly buckled and she had to hang on to his jacket for support, but she whispered she was okay. As he pulled out from her, his cum trickled freely down her thighs. He looked down at his softening cock and saw it glisten with Chrissy’s wet juices.

“That was…”

“Fucking hot.”

Chrissy giggled and she leant back against the wall again. Eddie tied his belt back in place and joined her so they were leaning side by side. He struggled to catch his breath.

“Want my shirt to…you know? Tidy up?”

“No. I…” she tucked a strand of (tangled, freshly fucked) hair behind her ear. “I kind of like it. I know that sounds weird but it’s…you…you know? Reminds me what the fuck we just did.”

Eddie felt like his heart might just burst again. Chrissy’s fingers laced through his own.

“We should get back. We need to get up early for the…”

“Yeah. Amanda says we’ve got some time, but it’s more effective against a pregnancy the sooner you take it, you know?”

Eddie found himself bringing their clasped hands up to his lips. He looked at Chrissy - this witch, elf, fairy, minx - who had so thoroughly and effectively became such a huge part of his life. Sure he had a life before her but nothing really stood out, you know? She came along (came back into technically) and made everything just click. Suddenly he had his person, and a life and a fucking future infront of him. He wanted it all - everything - with her and he wanted it all right now. He was greedy, needy, for it. He couldn’t fucking wait.

Chrissy was watching him with a soft look in her eyes. Could she read his mind now? He wouldn’t put it past her.

“...one day, Eddie,” she said quietly. “We’ll do that again one day for real.”

Eddie nodded and slid his arm around her shoulder as they walked to his van. "Yeah, I'd really like that, Chriss."

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A/N: Full disclosure - I have no idea about contraception history but a very quick google tells me the morning after pill was available for access in 1984 in the UK. Who knows about Hawkins/the US. I imagine it would be tricky for Chrissy to get it honestly, but this is basically just porn without plot. Go with it. But not too much. Use protection. Stay safe kids.

#chrissy x eddie #edssy #hellcheer #eddie munson #eddie x chrissy #eddissy #hellcheer fanfic #hellcheer headcanons #chrissy and eddie #chrissy cunningham #eddie wants to knock chrissy up someday #but no plot really seriously #ymaohoh #stay safe and do not do what eddie and chrissy do #sorry

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aurumacadicus · 2 years

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Hmmmm need more Tony picking up skinny!Steve at the bar because he’s cute and awkward and he likes that in a man only to be fucked within an inch of his life. He is in love with Steve by the end of the night because of his immaculate dick game and the praise Steve whispers into his ear as he coaxes him through yet another orgasm and the way Steve carefully wipes him clean instead of just leaving him to sleep in their mess not that Tony would have actually minded. Steve is gone in the morning and Tony is despondent because he wanted to return the favor and wake Steve up with his mouth and maybe ride him until Steve was just as ruined for everyone else as Tony was and this was why he preferred to be the first to leave in the morning. :(

JARVIS tells him that Steve let a note and Tony scrambles for it and about faints when he reads “got a business meeting with you today so don’t let your ceo know I fucked you stupid.” Oh god. The meeting with the top advertising agency that they’d been trying to get for months and hadn’t managed until the owner had seen they’d started destroying the weapons they’d recollected from illicit sources. Pepper was going to kill him.

(It’s fine, they get the contract, Steve doesn’t even look like he remembers their night of debauchery and Tony is too impressed by his team’s mock-ups to be upset about it, even if he is sad that he can’t ogle Steve in his beautifully tailored suit without Pepper stabbing him with a pen under the table.

They finish up the meeting and everyone’s feeling pretty good about it, Pepper leads them out and Tony is tidying up the conference room until she comes back so they can touch base before he heads down to R&D for a surprise inspection (he likes seeing everyone scramble to hide how many coffee cups they have at their tables) when he hears the door open and close again, and he’s about to babble on about how great the mock-ups were so that Pepper can’t tell he wanted to crawl under the table and suck Steve’s dick when a hand lands on his bruised ass and squeezes until he whimpers.

“Let’s have dinner,” Steve says, and Tony is nodding before it registers that it’s an order and not a request, and it lights up something inside him. “I know this really great diner. Very casual. Dress down. I’ll pick you up at six.”

“Okay,” Tony squeaks, flushing, and then watches as Steve pulls his phone out of his pocket, turns to the door as it opens again and Pepper steps in, asking if he found it.

“Right on the table,” Steve lies casually, gives Tony and Pepper a smile like he didn’t just grab Tony by the ass and ask him out to eat, and breezes out with a cheerful wave.

I’m in trouble, Tony thinks, hoping that Pepper doesn’t notice how flustered he is.)

((“Hey so uuuh, what the fuck?” Tony splutters when Steve shows up to pick him up for dinner. “You were awkward at the bar, not this… tiny, controlling Dom or whatever. What gives.”

“I’m really bad at picking up signals on whether people are making fun of me or if they really want me,” Steve says with a shrug. “Figured you were earnest when we actually made it to your bed. So of course I didn’t hold back when I realized you liked it when I was bossy.”

“I did not,” Tony lies, and Steve just slants him a fond smirk and roll of his eyes. “You are being mean to me. I’m going back up to my penthouse.”

“You liked when I was mean to you last night,” Steve purrs, reaching out to tuck his hand into Tony’s back pocket, and he can’t help the little yelp that escapes his lips as Steve takes the handful of his ass and squeezes, using the grip to lead him over to the doors. “Hope you don’t have any early morning meetings tomorrow. I cleared my schedule.”

It wrankles Tony something terrible, because he’s a brat at heart and he wants Steve to know it. On the other hand, he’s so horny at this point he doesn’t really care, so long as Steve keeps his hands on him. It’s all very confusing.

On the bright side, Tony gets to wake Steve up with his mouth the next day.))

#ideas #stony #lemon

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fandomsnstuff · 1 year

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This is for Julia

Babe wake up it's @thecandlenightszone posting time

My giftee was @peterofthedrakes who requested the balance crew celebrating candlenights in the most chaotic way possible. I really like this piece, so I hope you do too!

Summary:

Magnus doesnt understand why his friends want to spend candlenights killing some guy, but he's happy to come along for the ride.

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“So, not that I’m against killing a bad guy,” Magnus says, sitting on Taako’s couch as Lup goes to town on his face with an old makeup palette, “but why are we doing this again?”

“He’s- stop squinting,” he relaxes his face and the brush comes back, “he’s on the naughty list,” Lup says.

“Then shouldn’t he just get coal?”

“I’m ushering in a new age of Santa,” Merle says, standing on the couch triumphantly, “we’re gonna make an example of shitty ol’ Kalen!”

Magnus frowns at the strange tingle in his chest. “Kalen?”

Taako shoves Merle off the couch and sits down. “In my humble opinion, old Santa was too soft on the naughty. Coal is a great gift, it keeps you warm.”

“So we’re executing the entire naughty list?”

“Not the whole list, just the naughtiest of the naughty.”

“Can we please stop saying naughty?” Davenport says from somewhere nearby.

“Oh, Dav, you should know better than to say that,” Lucretia says, as a chant of “naughty naughty naughty” fills the room.

“One more question,” Magnus says when the chant dies and Lup steps away, releasing him from her makeover clutches. “Why,” he waves a hand in front of his done-up face, “this?”

“Same reason you have to wear sleeves,” she says, “it’s a stuck up rich people party.”

He blows a raspberry and says, “boo, lame, I want out.”

“They have finger foods,” Barry says.

Magnus cheers, “and I’m back in!”

They approach the party as separate groups. Barry and the twins, then the two old geezers, followed lastly by Magnus with Lucretia on his arm. She flashes an invite to the doorman, and they stride right in. The place is full of people, all dressed to the nines. Waiters in suits walk around with their trays of tiny food and champagne flutes. A band is tucked away in a corner, playing a medley of classical music and Candlenights carols. Magnus spots the rest of his friends further into the fray. With a clever combination of makeup and magic, no one pays the seven of them any mind. Tonight, they aren’t the saviours of the universe, they’re just some rando rich folk at this fancy party.

“So,” Magnus leans in closer to Lucretia, “what’s the plan? Get in here and fuck shit up? Cause if so, step one accomplished, time for step two.”

Lucretia laughs and squeezes his arm. “Hold your horses there, big guy. We’re biding our time for a little while. Lup came up with this whole scheme to get him alone and cornered, then we can fuck his shit all the way up.”

“Fuck yeah.” He looks around, “so where is our esteemed host for the evening? We should say hello.”

A strange look crosses Lucretia’s face, but before she can answer him, the music changes. At the top of the grand staircase a tall, bald man with a short grey beard appears. “Friends,” he says loudly, throwing his arms out, “colleagues, plus ones, welcome to my annual Candlenights party. Please indulge yourselves in the food and wine, they weren’t cheap and we wouldn’t want it to go to waste!” He puts a hand to the side of his mouth in a mock-whisper, “meaning we wouldn’t want any staff to be stealing it for themselves!”

The crowd laughs and Magnus frowns. “This guy sucks,” he mutters. Something that he can’t quite name bubbles in his chest as this man speaks to the crowd. Lucretia squeezes his arm again and leans into his side. It comforts him some, allowing the unpleasant feelings inside him to calm to a simmer.

The party carries on boringly. Magnus snacks on whatever food comes his way as the waiters wander through the crowd. He keeps an eye on their host- what was his name again? It doesn’t matter, Magnus hates the guy. Every time he looks at him, he just wants to punch something. Preferably that guy’s face. He spots Lup talking to him a few times, Taako and Barry pretending not to watch from the other end of the room. At one point, he sees her laugh exaggeratedly and playfully hit their host on the chest, which then morphs to her very obviously commenting on his muscles. Magnus doesn’t even need to hear her to know that’s what she’s doing, it’s a move she’s used plenty of times to convince dumb men to do things for her.

“Is her plan to flirt him into a corner so we can kill him?”

Lucretia glances at Lup across the room and sips her champagne, “I guess so. But she seemed really excited about her plan, there has to be more. She’s played the plain flirting angle before.”

He nods. Lup finishes schmoozing with the host, and makes a smooth exit. “She’s walking away,” he looks away from her and back to Lucretia, “I wonder what she’s planning.”

Lucretia smiles and pops a mini bruschetta into her mouth, “you never know with Lup.”

Then a shriek rings out through the entire room. Magnus turns just in time to see Lup grab a champagne flute in each hand and throw them both over Barry. He’s sure she must’ve used magic to produce more for the sake of the show, because Barry gets way more soaked than what’s in two glasses of champagne. She runs out of the room with her head in her hands, Barry and Taako hot on her tail saying something about “it’s not what it looks like!”

The host, freshly buttered up, grins in such a smug way that it makes Magnus despise him even more, and follows the commotion.

Lucretia tugs on his arm and says, “I think that’s our cue.”

Magnus nods and lets Lucretia walk him through the crowd. They take a meandering path towards the door, trying not to look like they’re following the drama on purpose. They get out into the empty foyer and look around, trying to figure out which way to go. A not-so-inconspicuous “psst!” comes from above them. They look up, and Davenport stands near the top of the stairs, peeking through the bannister. He stage-whispers, “up here!”

They take the steps two at a time, and follow Davenport down the hall. Lup and Barry are standing outside a door and wave them over. Lup pulls a wipe out of her clutch and starts cleaning away the makeup on Magnus’s face. He sputters a little in surprise, “what are you doing?”

She puts the wipe away and says, “I just think you should take this one au naturale.” She pats him on the shoulder, "get in there, Maggie."

“Aren’t you guys coming?”

“Taako and Merle are already in there,” Barry says. “As much as the guy sucks, seven against one is a little too unfair for my taste. We figured we’d let tres horny boys handle this one.”

Magnus quirks an eyebrow and considers his friends for a moment, the silence only broken by muffled grunts of pain and effort through the closed door. He shrugs, “alright, let me at ‘im!”

“Atta boy,” Davenport says, patting him on the hip.

He opens the door and walks into a fancy study, trashed slightly with the evidence of a short battle. Papers and books are scattered across the floor, the desk has been swiped clean, a side table has been knocked over and the lamp that was supposedly on it is shattered. The host is sitting on the floor, backed up against the desk. His nose is bleeding, and his fancy tux is torn and smouldering. Taako and Merle stand over him, the smoke of recent magic still curling off their hands. They turn when they hear the door open, and Taako smiles. “There you are! Just in time to finish him off.”

“Really? Already?”

“Yeah, this guy ain’t as beefy as we thought.”

“And we already got our hits in, it’s your turn,” Merle says.

“You!” The three of them look at the bloodied host. His eyes are wide as he looks at Magnus. “It’s- it’s you!”

“Yep!” Magnus puts his hands on his hips. “It’s me, Magnus Burnsides!” He cracks his knuckles and advances on him, “and you’ve been a very naughty boy.”

“Oh, wait,” Taako puts a hand on his chest to stop him, “just wait a sec, Mags, I’ve got one more thing I need to do.”

Magnus gestures for Taako to go ahead. He turns back to the host and leans in. He grabs him by his lapels and jerks him up so Taako’s right in his face. He says something that Magnus can’t quite hear, then drops him back to the ground unceremoniously. Taako dusts off his hands and says, “now he’s all yours. Come on, old man.”

Merle follows him out, leaving Magnus alone with the host. He advances, and the host shuffles further back against the desk. “Magnus,” he says, “come on now, you don’t have to do this. We can talk this out. I didn’t- you know I didn’t want to do it, it was a matter of pride. You have to know a thing or two about that, don’t you?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he says. He flexes and hears several seams in his shirt and jacket tear. “I’m just an elf following orders.”

“What?”

“Ho ho ho motherfucker.”

A short time later, Magnus reemerges to his friends waiting in the hallway. They all look at him expectantly. He gives a thumbs up and says, “naughty boy has been taken out.”

“How do you feel?” Merle asks.

Magnus shrugs. “Fine? It’s just another bad guy. Just looking at him I could tell he sucked.” He looks around at all of them, “so what now?”

Lup grins. “Phase two.”

“What’s phase two?”

Lucretia links their arms together. “You’ll see. Come on, let’s go back to the party.”

Back down in the crowd, Magnus shifts uncomfortably from foot to foot. “What are we still doing here?” He whispers. “We killed the guy, let’s go home.”

“Just wait,” Lucretia whispers back. “Look,” she nods towards the door, “Barry, Dav, and Taako just came back. We’re almost done.”

“What about-”

His question gets cut off by a puff of smoke in the middle of the room. As it wafts out and dissipates, he’s assaulted by the smell of peppermint. When the minty cloud is gone, Merle, in full Santa regalia, stands in the centre of the crowd. He addresses them loudly, “rich people of Faerun! I am Santa Claus, and I am here to tell you that you must change your ways! All of you were at the bottom of the naughty list! Your greed and bigotry have poisoned you! You must change! If you don’t, you’ll end up dying! Brutally! Like this evening’s host!” A murmur goes through the crowd.

“He’s good,” Magnus says. Lucretia snickers.

“If you don’t believe me,” Merle continues, “just go look in the study! But I must warn you, Santa doesn’t hold back.” He raises his hands to the sky and cries, “change your ways! If not for others, for yourselves! Pay your staff well! Help the poor! Don’t take over cities with your money! This is your only warning!”

He disappears in another puff of peppermint smoke, and the silence hangs for a moment. Then there’s a scream, and Lup comes running in. She cries, “he’s dead! In the study! Dead!”

The crowd starts bustling in every direction. Some run out and up the stairs towards the study, others start throwing money at stunned waiters, and some just run out of the manor itself, screaming.

Magnus and Lucretia manage to stick together through the commotion, but it proves impossible to meet up with their friends until they’re outside and away from the manor. “Well,” Magnus says, “that was certainly dramatic.”

“What can I say,” Lup says, “I love some good drama. It was a Candlenights gift to myself.”

Barry pulls a bottle of champagne out of nowhere and holds it out. “Mags, would you do the honours?”

“Would I?!”

He takes the bottle and opens it, exclaiming happily when it pops. He pours it into the seven glasses Barry also pulls out of nowhere, and Taako holds his up, the rest of them following suit. He says, “to us, to Candlenights, to killing that son of a bitch,” he raises his glass in Magnus’s direction, “and to you, my man. Joyous Candlenights.”

He smiles, “Joyous Candlenights, old friend.”

They all clink their glasses together and drink to a job well done and a promise fulfilled.

#taz fic #magnus burnsides #magnulia #taako adventurezone #taz

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Mx. Forgettable

fruity four x gn!reader (platonic)

Snakes note: this isn’t as good as i planned but it’s the first story i wrote after my bad writers block, i’ll edit it later to make it a little longer and better!

summary:The fruity four being very trash friends and forgetting all about you all while trying to befriend a very sweet girl named Ariana.

warnings: poorly written :(, angst, the fruity four being terrible friends, cursing, envy, r makes rash choices while mad.

“Hey guys!” you waved as you took a seat at the table in the dinner all your friends were sitting at. “(Name)! i forgot you were coming i’m so sorry, we already ordered our drinks and stuff.” Nancy had replied , her eyebrows creased with guilt. “oh, it’s okay nance i’ll just go an order my food right now so it can come with all your guys food!” you smiled but it didn’t reach your eyes like normal, not like anyone noticed it though because as you got up to order your food your greeted with the sound of the bell from the dinner. “Ariana! hey we ordered your food and everything.” Steve had said with a great big smile on his face as he waved down the raven haired girl.

You frowned for a second and hurried off to order your food quickly so you can sit back down at the table, upon coming back you find that your seat had now been taken by Ariana. “um Ariana, that’s my seat.” you mumbled and stood there awkwardly. “Oh i’m sorry, i’ll move.” Ariana replied sweetly, god it actually sucked how much you disliked her because she was always so sweet to you.

“oh no Ariana it’s fine, (Name) can squeeze in with Eddie and robin.” Steve said and glanced your way. “um yeah! it’s fine Ariana.” you smiled and squeeze in with Eddie and robin. again the smile didn’t reach your eyes or show the slight dimple you had on your right cheek.

this happened more than once, where Nancy, Robin, Steve or even Eddie would forget about you because they were all to busy befriending Ariana. You get why, She was so sweet and really really pretty she also had a lot in common with everyone. She had all the traits you seemed to lack. she seemed to have the one thing you wished for more than anything. Your friends attention. She wasn’t the one who had to walk home when it rained because her car was getting fixed and had no one who would pick her up or had to order for herself because her friends forgot about her, no she didn’t have to do any of that and it angered you. how your friends could just simply forget about you even though they said they cared for you so much.

how could one just forget someone that they cared about so easily? were you just that forgettable? why is it that she was able to easily get the things you had to work so hard for? “(name)?” Eddie pulled you out of your trance as you realized the food had gotten here already. “huh? oh! the food it looks great.” you began eating your food quickly, not wanting to be near your so called friends anymore as they continued whatever it was they were talking about without you. “well look at the time, i’ve uh got to go i got work at 8am tomorrow.” finishing the last of your food you get up and look at your friends, who were to busy talking to realize you even got up and announced your departure.

Frowning at the lack of response you make your way out the dinner and to your car, tears were threatening to slip out as you closed your car door with a slam. your lips pouted and nose started to run from the sob stuck in your throat. God those idiots didn’t even notice you leave.

The drive home was horrible, you almost crashed because of your reckless driving and crying at the same time, once in the safety of your own house is when you let the blood curdling scream out, you threw your fist into your couch cushion and punch it a few times.

How could they just forget you?! how could your so called friends just let you leave without saying a goodbye or not giving you a ride because they ‘forgot’. Shit they forgot so many times you wondered if they had memory loss or something.

You spent the whole afternoon crying and by the time it hit 9pm you still seem to not stop the tears from slipping out. You stayed where you were on your couch, cursing at your friends for forgetting you so easily.

The phone ringing is what snapped you out of your sobbing state. reluctantly making your way to the phone on the kitchen wall you answer with a gruff. “hello?” to which you were met with eddie’s voice.

“hey- were you crying?” he asked curiously. “uhhh yeah, yeah i just got done watch a super sad movie.” you forced a chuckle out and patted yourself on the shoulder for coming up with a lie so quickly. “what is it did you need something Eddie?” you continue, trying to change the subject.

“well you seemed a little out of it today? you alright?” he questioned. You’ve got to be kidding? now he wants to care? he sure as he didn’t care when you had to walk you ass home in the rain when you had no ride back from work. “yes Eddie, i’m fine just a little tired from work is all.” you tried to hide the annoyance in your voice but to no use as he heard the annoyance. “are you sure? if you want i can come over to make you feel better.” he seemed genuine about it and you were kind of debating if you should let him come over.

“shit actually.” of course it was to good to be true. “me and Ariana where going to go to the movies right now.” Eddie frowned as he remembered his plans with his other friend. “tsk, no i’m okay eds enjoy the movie, i got to go.” your reply was harsh and more aggressive than intended but you didn’t care anymore. Ariana this or Ariana that, gosh it makes you so sick with how much they put her first now.

Not waiting for Eddie’s responses to your aggressiveness, You slam the phone back in place and flare your nose as you take a deep harsh breathe. The tears were coming back again and your body was shaking with anger as you drop down to the floor, legs to weak to hold you up any longer.

Covering your face with your hands you continue to scream and cry in your palms. “Why me? what did i do, why am i never enough for anyone to put me first! i keep trying and trying and i’m always so replaceable and forgettable!” your voice cracked from all the crying and screaming, you stayed there until you fell asleep on the cold hard floor, thinking what you did to be just so forgettable to everyone in your life.

The next day

Waking up with a groan as you stretch awake, back cracking from sleeping on such a hard surface and sore from the pressure. “fuck when did i fall asleep?” groaning as you get off the hard wooden floor, you make your way to you clock on the coffee table and gasp. “fuck i’m late for work!” you shout and run into your room to get changed for work, having to skip your morning showers you sigh. “fuck i can’t shower i’ll be even more late and my boss would kill me.” throwing on your working outfit you run out of your room and grab your shoes and socks.

Putting your socks on in a hurry, you grabbed your keys and open your door to see a very shocked Eddie and a very scared robin. “holy shit!” robin jumped from you opening the door out of nowhere. “Eddie? robin? what are you two doing here, actually no i need to get to work right now, i’m late.” pushing past the both of them you quickly make your way to your car and get in. “(Name)! wait it’ll only be a second.” Eddie rushed to your car side before you can close it. “i really can’t right now eds, i need to get to work like NOW.” your voice was stern and eddie’s grip on your door releases and his hands shoot up in a surrender pose.

“okay! okay! when you get off of work though i want to talk with you.” Eddie lowers his hands and gives you a serious look. one that made you freeze and think shit he’s going to talk about what happened yesterday. “yeah okay, after work got it. i really need to go now, bye.” you smiled at robin and waved to her as she waved back with a very confused look on her face.

starting the car after quickly putting on your shoes, you pull out of your driveway and speed of to work. “what was that all about?” robin asked Eddie as she watched you go over the speed limit just to get to work. “i don’t know, they have been acting weird recently though.” he answered and looked away from you car’s fading shadow.

After work

Getting yelled at by your boss was not how you’d like to start your morning, than again neither was having two of you friends that you’re mad at, at your front door. the rest of the day went by smoothly, a rude customer here and there but other than that not to bad, making you way home was what ruined your whole day.

pulling into your driveway you notice Steve’s car parked next to yours, what are they doing here? walking up to your front door you realized your front door was unlocked, remembering you gave steve a key for when he would drop dustin off at your house sometimes so you could babysit him.

walking into your home, you make your way to the living room, which had the tv playing and people could be heard talking. “steve? is that you?” you asked. “yes where in here (Name)!” steve answered back. we? uh oh. what are Nancy and steve doing here too? “steve, Nancy? what are you guys doing here?” confusion was laced in your voice and you frowned getting an ugly feeling in your stomach as it turned. “well Eddie noticed you acting a little off lately, so we all wanted to see if you’re okay?” Nancy said. your confusion was switched with irritation as the words came out of Nancy’s lips.

“oh, i’ve been acting strange? really? because for that past fucking week or two all of you have completely forgotten about me just to be friends with Ariana.” you didn’t intentionally mean to sound so rude, but you didn’t feel bad about it, in fact you were glad for this sudden burst of confidence because now you can say what you’ve been waiting to say. “We have no-” you were quick to call out steve’s bullshit.

“oh bite me steve, you all have completely forgotten about me, like for starters steve forgot to get me from work even after i called him before and asked if he was okay with picking me up, to which he agreed to! so i had to walk that 30 minute walk in the rain, thanks for that by the way i missed three days of work because i caught a cold!” you glared at steve and then pointed to robin.

“and robin completely blew off our plans we made for weeks out of nowhere because Ariana wanted to go to star-court!” you’re now pointing at Eddie. “You ditched our weekly movie nights for Ariana too! and lastly Nancy, you completely forgot i was going out to eat with you guys yesterday but still ordered for Ariana even though she was later than me! you all have made me feel so god damn forgettable and it feels like you all replaced me with Ariana! do you know how it feels to have your friends repeatedly cancel plans or just all out forget about you and the plans you made!” by the end of your rant you had tears threatening to fall and you lowered your pointer finger because of how shaky your hands were.

Eddie and them all had shocked faces at your outburst, but soon that faded into guilt and regret. “(Name) we didn’t mean to make you feel like that, we didn’t know.” Nancy was the first to speak after your rant. “of fucking course you didn’t know! you guys barely even fucking noticed me to know or care about my feelings!” shouting was not something you liked doing, but right now it was all you could do, you wanted to be heard. you wanted your friends to see just how badly their treatment effected you.

“(Name)..i’m really sorry, i never wanted to hurt you like that i know i don’t know how you feel but i understand your anger, if you don’t want to talk or just want to stop being friends all together i’ll respect that.” Eddie said and stands up, looking at steve and robin waiting for them to also apologize. “i’m sorry for how i treated you in the dinner yesterday (Name), i shouldn’t have let her just take your seat like that, i’ve been a real shitty friend to you and i’ll never make that mistake again but if you want to stop being friends i respect that.” steve got up as well and lowered his head in guilt. “i’m really sorry (Name), i’ve been as shitty as harrington was back in junior year. i get if you don’t want to be friends anymore, i will respect your space and feelings.” robin had a pout on her face, her eyes seemed glossy and she seemed very genuine.

Still in your fit of anger you didn’t care about that at all. instead you pointed to the door and said. “leave, i don’t want to deal with this at all. i have work tomorrow, don’t call me or come to my house. i’ll go to you if i forgive you.” your said firmly, hands shaking from all the emotions you feel right at this moment, you asked them to leave for their own sake, if they stayed longer you know you’d say things you probably didn’t mean.

“okay, we’ll leave you alone (Name), we’re really sorry.” Nancy said, the others agreeing with her as they made their way to the front door, leaving one by one. As soon as they left your anger faded away and soon you were met with loneliness and sadness. your lips trembled as you took in deep breaths to try an calm down, but to no avail, out came a sob, and than another and another until it was just a looped repeat of broken sobs and unanswered pleas, but worst of all you were met with silence besides your sobs, reminding you just how lonely you were.

#snakes oneshot #stranger things x reader #stranger things #eddie munson x gn!reader #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x gn!reader #steve harrington x reader #stranger things x gn reader #nancy wheeler x gn!reader #nancy wheeler x reader #robin buckley x female reader #robin buckley x gn!reader

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bellshazes · 1 year

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do you think you could write a drabble set in the alternate dia universe that takes place in the eighties? :D

A modern but not contemporary au that mirrors 3L and HCS7 instead of LL as in Do It Again. (background here)

“Absolutely not,” Bdubs says, surveying the motley crew before him. Cleo has commandeered the driver’s seat of the Crastle, the door of the van hanging open for dramatic flare and because it only stays shut when it’s locked anyway. Her feet dangle out of the window, calves propped up on the doorframe and cushioned by her leg warmers. He’s supposed to be giving her a ride so she can instruct her fitness class.

Unfortunately, Etho is also leaning against the sliding back door, surely smirking under his gaiter even though it’s not even that cold out. “C’mon Bdubs, you’re already headed that direction. Cleo said it’d be fine.”

“I don’t even know how you stay alive, you freeloader,” Bdubs sniffs. “Cleo is welcome to drive the Crastle as they please but we have to draw the line somewhere. You are denied salvation in the Crastle.”

“Bdubs,” Cleo chides, her feet rolling from side to side. “It’s just one ride. He’s not going to move into your van.”

“Oh, he’ll move something into it alright!” Bdubs shouts, scrubbing one hand over his face.

Cleo’s threadbare composure finally breaks as they bring their feet down so they can hunch over in uncontrollable laughter. Etho makes a show of gently patting her on the back - as if he cares - and she waves him away. When she catches her breath again, they say, “You mean the lamp?”

“Of course I mean the freaking lamp!” It used to be a knock-off Christmas Story one that Etho had hid in Bdubs’ too dim college dorm, and which Bdubs had redecorated and schemed to make Etho take at the non-denominational white elephant game that year. It is falling apart, having been altered and fixed and damaged so many times over the years it’s almost unrecognizable, but as long as the wiring is recoverable and a bulb can be lit, they’re going to be passing it back and forth. And Bdubs hasn’t had to deal with it in over six months; he’s not about to start now.

“You can take shotgun,” Cleo says to Etho with all the grace she can muster while suppressing another fit of helpless giggling at the way Bdubs’ face ripens to a tomatoey red with fury that he’s being overruled. It almost works.

“I won’t even complain about how the seats are made for short people,” Etho says, clasping one hand over his heart in a picture of innocence while conspicuously hiding the other hand Bdubs knows has as many crossed fingers as he can manage between his back and the Crastle’s door.

The pager on his hip beeps, and he rips it out of its holder in consternation before he can respond to the obvious bait. He recognizes the number - it’s his pager number, which means he’s got a voicemail, which means it’s Scar. “Oh, this is just great. Is there a payphone around here? Cleo, the quarters are in the overhead compartment, can you - you know what I’m talking about, what am I saying -”

“I’ve got a landline you can use,” Etho says. If Bdubs didn’t know better he’d have said he batted his eyelashes when he said it, too.

“You? With the DIY TV receiver that only gets whatever channel Seinfeld airs on or midnight cooking infomercials?”

“Impulse does,” he clarifies. “Part of this stuff is for him. Besides, I’ve been meaning to catch up with Scar. I think I have some information he wants.”

“Come on,” Cleo says, and finally he crumbles. “It’s almost time for my class and you promised you’d help me out.”

“Hell’s blazes, fine! Fine, you win, I suck, Cleo’s right and I’m wrong and we’re all gonna have a great time. You better pony up for gas though, I’m not kidding about the freeloader thing. And if you don’t get your stuff packed in the back in the next sixty seconds I’m leaving whatever’s left behind.”

“Don’t even worry about me, buddy,” Etho says, knocking elbows with Cleo as he walks to the passenger side and she clambers out of the driver’s side to lounge in the middle row instead. “Cleo helped me load it up earlier when we were waiting for you to show up.”

He nearly bites through his tongue but manages not to say any of the uncharitable thoughts he has about that when he’s climbing into the driver’s seat and turning on the car. He does glare at Etho as he turns the key, and turns the key again, engine groaning as it struggles to start. Somehow Etho gets the message and starts stacking quarters into the overhead compartment one by one with painful deliberation, somehow emphasizing the way he has to bend and contort even though it's not that the van is small, the passenger seat controls are just broken and Etho could totally fix it himself it it bothered him that much.

“Don’t you start that,” Bdubs says with narrowed eyes as the Crastle finally rumbles to life. “You promised me.”

When he’s done with the quarters, Etho puts one slim finger over his nose and mouth and winks. Bdubs sighs and shoves his Dangerous cassette back in the player to cover up Cleo’s latest round of uncontrollable giggling and Etho’s radiating smugness. First to Cleo’s studio, then wherever Etho’s mystery landline is (did Impulse leave it at his shack, since he crashes there so much? Better not to ask), then to Scar, for better or worse. And Etho in tow for all of it.

He sighs and lets the music wash over him, briefly leaving the future behind. It is good to be useful to Cleo, and it’s nice enough out he doesn’t even have to hold the door shut as he drives, and Scar is his best client. Or business manager, or whatever - he’ll probably manage to get paid somehow today.

It almost makes up for finding that damn lamp tucked underneath the panel in the trunk three days later. Almost.

#peter writes #do it again au #clethubs #long post #this was SO FUN TO WRITE #the crastle is lovingly based on my own very first car (2001 ford windstar) w the drivers door that flew open on turns when too cold #and which mostly played a phantom of the opera cassette i inherited #instead of bdubs' mj one

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missywritesfor7 · 10 months

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🌙Moon’s Light | JJK🌙

Synopsis: Luna is a young paralegal trying to maintain her new found independence and enjoy life. Too bad her job sucks and her boss is the worst. As if that wasn’t bad enough, she encounters a vampire named Jungkook who changes her life in more ways than one.

Jungkook is a shield and protector of the vampire kingdom of Korealis. He’s trained his entire life to block out any and all distractions and focus solely on becoming the strongest. While investigating a potential threat to the kingdom, he encounters Luna who turns out to be more than he could have ever imagined. It becomes his job to protect her, but he can’t tell if what he’s feeling is his devotion to the job or perhaps something deeper.

Secrets are uncovered. Lives are on the line. Hearts are tested.

Pairing: Vampire!Jungkook x Fem!OC

Warnings: Violence, character death, eventual smut, tragedy, some angst, strong language, MINORS DNI

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Jungkook has Luna by the arm as they walk down the street. Since it’s Friday night and lots of people are out later than usual he insisted on taking back roads with less lighting to get to the portal location in the woods.

“Why did you get me the cheapest pair of contacts?” Luna complains rubbing her eye.

“Be glad you only need it for one eye,” Jungkook says unsympathetically. “They were the only red ones in the store.”

“They itch.”

“Shut up,” he says stopping in his tracks between two large trees. “A couple of rules before we go. Don’t talk to anyone unless they talk to you. Don’t wander off anywhere. I can’t help you if you do. And like I said before, do not bleed anywhere! Got it? No one can know that you’re part human. Don’t do anything without me next to you. Ok?”

“Got it,” she nods.

“Now hold on.”

“Hold on to what?”

“Me,” he says taking her arms and wrapping them around his neck. “I’m not responsible for whatever happens to you if you let go during transport.”

He tightly wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her close into his chest. His chest that she hadn’t realized was so solid and chiseled. Something about all of this has her barely able to make a sound. All she can do is nod signaling her understanding.

“Close your eyes,” he says softly in her ear.

As soon as she does she can feel a sudden burst of energy surrounding her. It feels as if a gust of wind is hitting her at airplane speeds. She wants to open her eyes to see what’s going on around her, but before she can the force stops and Jungkook loosens his grip around her.

“We’re here,” he says.

She opens her eyes to a dark area that almost looks like a subway terminal. There are no lights aside from small dim bulbs lining the floor just enough for someone to see where they’re going and not much else. She blinks a few times adjusting to the lack of light when she realizes something with her vision is very different.

“You’re not going to pass out again are you?” Jungkook asks trying to read her expression.

“No, I’m just trying to adjust.” She looks around a bit more. “Is this the subway?”

“I guess you can look at it that way,” he says. “It’s where all of the transfer portals are. At least all of the legal and official ones.”

“So you ride a train to the human world?”

“More like riding a brainwave.”

“How does that work? I mean, how were you able to take me on your brain wave.”

“I spent my entire life training as a royal shield. Not as a scientist. I have no idea how it works I just know it does.”

“Jungkook. Small brain. Knows very little. Noted,” she teases.

“Shut up and let’s go,” he huffs. “Now promise you won’t freak out or anything.”

“Promise. Why would I freak out?”

Just then he closes his eyes then opens them to reveal his natural eyes. They’re much larger and a deep red, much deeper than the red in her eye. His fangs which were already small and pointed have grown even longer and sharper. His ears have also grown pointed just barely poking through his dark curls that hang down the sides of his face.

“Oh my god!” She gasps.

“You promised you wouldn’t freak out!”

“But Jungkook, your eyes! They’re so big!”

“Wait wh-“

“You look like a baby deer! Doe eyed Jungkook! That’s so adorable!”

“Are you serious? THATS the part you’re freaking out about?”

“Why do you transform into a bunny instead of a deer?”

“Deer can’t fit in vents! Shut up and come on,” he pouts grabbing her arm. “Now hang on again and shut your face. I have to get you to my quarters without being seen.”

“Your quarters?”

“Shush!”

He pulls her into his chest once again and he begins walking out of the station and on to the street. When he’s sure no one else is around he jumps to the roof, shushing her once again when she dared to gasp at how he made such a jump effortlessly.

He tightens his grip around her again and begins jumping from roof to roof. She looks over his shoulder watching as the eerily dark streets pass below. She blinks a few times and realizes she wasn’t out of her mind back in the station. Her right eye, her red eye, can see far beyond what her other eye can see. She’s always had near perfect vision in that eye, but now she’s sure they’ve already gone 3 miles, yet she can still see the entrance of the station they left from. Even the small “push” sign above the door’s handle.

At the same time she feels hyper aware of everything around her. It’s like being here heightens her senses 10 times over. She’s in awe at the way his skin feels against hers. Her sense of touch is like never before and she can’t seem to determine what the feeling of him is doing to her.

“We’re here,” he says landing in front of a large palace with a grand entrance.

“Is this where the prince lives?”

“No, are you crazy? This little place is where I live. The prince lives in the main palace on the other side of the property.”

“You live here??” She asks in awe that he called this a ‘little place’.

“Yeah, now hush until I get you to my room.” He takes her hand and quickly steps inside.

The entire place is completely covered in darkness but somehow she can still see the beauty in the details. The intricately carved designs on the crown moulding and the patterns in the wallpaper are gorgeous even through the shadows. The entire place looks like something out of a fantasy movie. They arrive at a room at the end of the hall where Jungkook quickly opens the door and shoves her in. He shuts the door behind them and locks it breathing a sigh of relief.

“Is this your room?” She asks looking around at the huge space with a bed, tv, couch, and a weight bench in the corner. There’s even a mini fridge and an en suite bathroom that looks massive.

“Yeah,” he says sitting on the bed.

“This is bigger than my entire apartment! You really live here??”

“Yeah,” he chuckles. “Sit down.”

“It must be nice to work for royalty,” she says sitting next to him on the bed. “Is the prince nice?”

“Something like that,” he jokes. “He’s cool. Half the time I think he forgets he’s a prince though.”

“Will I get to meet him?”

“No!” He snaps taking her by surprise. “I mean, no not yet at least.”

“Oh,” she says softly.

“Look, I may have broken some rules bringing you here since you’re not fully a vampire. I just need to figure some things out before I go introducing you to the prince of all people.”

“Right,” she nods. “Understood.”

Just then a knock at the door startles them both. Luna can feel her heart pounding out of her chest.

“Jungkookie,” Hoseok’s voice rings from the other side of the door.

“Dammit,” Jungkook whispers. “Stay put.”

He goes up to the door and opens it just barely wide enough to see Hoseok standing there with a bottle of blood as he’s done every night.

“Hey,” Jungkook says trying to remain cool.

“Hey,” Hoseok says looking him over. “You look worse than you did last night. I think you may be overdoing it. You know the human world can suck the life out of you if you’re not careful.”

“I know, hyung. I’m fine though.” He takes the bottle and nods in gratitude. “Thanks for checking in, I’ll just drink this and get some sleep.”

“Are you sure you’re ok?” Hoseok asks trying to peek behind Jungkook.

“Yeah I’m fine,” he answers quickly. “Goodnight, hyung.”

Jungkook quickly shuts the door then turns to walk back to Luna who suddenly looks terrified.

“Are you not going to introduce me to your friend?” Hoseok asks standing right behind Jungkook.

“Dammit hyung!” Jungkook fusses. “You said you would stop going through my walls!”

“I said I would stop if I didn’t feel you were up to something, but you’re obviously up to something.” Hoseok looks at Luna who’s frozen in place. “So are you going to tell me what’s going on or should I interrogate your friend myself?”

“Ugh!” Jungkook pouts. “This is the girl I told you about.”

“The human vampire?!” Hoseok exclaims getting close to Luna’s face.

“Yes. This is LuLuLuna.”

“Wow!” The older sniffs. “She really doesn’t have blood!”

“It’s Luna!” She huffs. “And I do have blood!”

“Don’t be so loud!” Jungkook shouts. “Hyung you can’t say a word to anyone until I figure her out.”

“Jungkookie if she’s part human you could get into a lot of trouble.”

“I know I know. That’s why my favorite Hobi hyung won’t say anything to anyone.”

“Jungkook-“

“She’s a portal, Hoseok.”

“A portal? What? How? She’s human!”

“Stop shouting!” Jungkook says flailing. “I’m serious! I just found out and brought her here just in case someone tries to use her. If SV knows about this it could be bad.”

“Ok….ok…where does her portal lead?”

“I don’t know. See for yourself. It’s a place I’ve never seen before, it’s crazy.”

Hoseok ponders a moment looking between Luna and Jungkook. He isn’t sure about using a portal that leads somewhere he knows nothing about, but he takes Jungkook’s word and vanishes.

Luna could feel something when Hoseok disappeared. It’s like she was hit with an intense wave of goosebumps. She’s trying to make sense of the feeling when it hits her again and Hoseok reappears in front of them.

“Whoa,” Luna says slowly.

“I don’t like that,” Hoseok says looking much more pale than he already was. “I don’t like that at all.”

“I know,” Jungkook says. “What is that place?”

“I don’t know, but my phone couldn’t even find my location!” Hoseok pulls out his phone and shows Jungkook screenshots of the map while he was there. “Look! It was so weird!”

“Whoa!” Luna says perking up. “You guys actually have phones down here?”

“What do you mean by down here!?” Jungkook scoffs. “Do you think we’re in hell or something?!”

“That’s not what I meant,” she giggles.

“I told you not to speak!” Jungkook pouts causing Hoseok to giggle along with Luna. “Focus!”

“Sorry, Jungkookie,” she teases.

“I like her,” Hoseok laughs.

“The portal,” Jungkook groans. “Needs to be protected until we know more. If you like her so much then you can have her.”

“Nope,” Hoseok says quickly. “I’ll keep your secret as long as things don’t get out of hand. Just remember what I said before.”

“I know, I’ll tell you everything. But for now if anyone asks she’s a convert that I’ve taken custody of for questioning.”

“That sounds so harsh,” Luna argues.

“Good luck,” Hoseok laughs heading out the door.

“So now what?” Luna asks once Hoseok clears the room.

“I don’t know,” Jungkook says thinking. “Are you sure you’ve never met another vampire?”

“I think I would remember something like that.”

“What about someone that had a kink for sucking on your flesh? You’ve had boyfriends, right?”

“No!”

“You’ve never had a boyfriend?”

“No! I mean no there hasn’t been anyone sucking on my body. I’ve had boyfriends,” she pouts.

“Hm…what about your boss? Has he gotten close to you?”

“Ew no!”

“You sure you don’t want to quit your job?”

“Find me a new and better one and I’ll think about it.”

“You humans are so difficult.”

“And you vampires are so creepy.”

“Whatever,” he rolls his eyes grabbing her arm. “Come on, I need to take you to the lab.”

“Lab? What are you going to do to me?”

“I just need to scan you.”

He drags her out of his bedroom and down the hall until they run into Jimin. Before Jungkook can react, Jimin has already seen them and is heading their way.

“Where are you headed?” Jimin asks looking Luna over. “Who’s this?”

“She’s a fresh convert,” Jungkook answers. “I’m going to interrogate her, you know, to see what she knows.” He’s not exactly convincing, but Jimin nods anyway accepting his lie.

“Ok,” Jimin says. “Let us know how it goes.”

“Don’t worry I will.”

Jimin smiles at both of them and walks by. Jungkook breathes a silent sigh of relief and continues guiding Luna out the door. Once outside he grabs her around the waist as he did when carrying her here from the station. He looks down at her a moment saying nothing.

“What?” She asks tilting her head.

“Nothing,” he says not breaking eye contact. “Hang on and I’ll take you to the lab.”

She tightens her grip around his neck and nods. He holds her close then as he did before he jumps to the roof then jumps from building to building until they reach the lab.

“Why don’t you ever use the sidewalks?” Luna asks as he guides her inside.

“Less chance of being seen. You’re not supposed to be here, remember?”

“You’re the one who brought me here.”

“Anyway,” he says rolling his eyes. “The scanner is over here. Just stand still.”

“How are you able to just come in here and use this stuff?”

“I work for the prince. No one would dare question me.”

He opens the door to the scanner, which looks more like a cryotherapy chamber, and nods signaling her to go inside. She steps in and looks back at him with a bit of nervousness.

“Don’t worry, it won’t hurt you,” he smiles.

He shuts the door and walks over to the computer on the desk. He taps a few buttons then the machine begins whirring and beeping. It almost feels like getting a CT scan at the hospital. Luna remains standing still looking at Jungkook whose head is poking over the top of the computer screen as he watches on.

It’s weird. She can see his pupils dilate when there’s at least 25 feet and the dirty haze of the scanner door between them. She looks over towards the lab door that has a small rectangle window in it where she realizes she can see clearly beyond that and far down the hall to the front door.

But she can only see through her right eye. Since arriving, it’s almost as her left eye doesn’t even exist. If she closes her right eye there’s nothing but blind darkness, but when she closes her left eye she can see far beyond anything she’s ever seen before. It’s no doubt that being in the vampire world has heightened her senses, but her sight is incredible. If only she had this sight in both of her eyes.

The machine stops and Jungkook only looks at her with no expression. He takes a moment looking at the computer screen then back at her before finally heading over to let her out of the scanner.

“So,” she says stepping out. “What does the scanner show you?”

“It shows where, if anywhere at all, you were bitten and injected with vampire venom.”

“And? What did it show?”

“You weren’t bitten.”

“See!” She says nudging his arm. “I told you I was human.”

“LuLuLuna, you’re not human,” he chuckles in disbelief. “Somehow you were born part vampire.”

“That’s…no. There’s no way. Neither of my parents are vampires.”

“Are you sure they just haven’t been lying to you about it your whole life?”

“Even if they were I can’t think of a single time they exhibited weirdo behavior or tried to stay out of the light.”

“First of all,” he sasses. “If anyone is a weirdo, it’s you, you half breed portal thing. And second, I need some of your blood to confirm.”

“What? You already took my blood!”

“I had a taste, but I need more to test it.”

“What more testing can you do?”

“We’re in a lab, I can do whatever testing I need.”

“I’m not giving you more of my blood.”

“I’m not really giving you a choice,” he says towering over her.

“Don’t make me fight you, doe-boy.”

“Ha! As if you could,” he scoffs grabbing her arm.

“Try me!” She shouts pulling her arm from his grasp. “You told me only one drop before.”

“I know I know, but that was before I discovered all of this other shit about you. I just need like one bag worth.”

“That’s a lot!”

“It’s not you big baby. You humans give more blood away as donations, you’ll be fine.”

“I said no!” She shouts causing Jungkook to fly backwards about 10 feet.

“What the FUCK WAS THAT?!” He shouts getting back in her face. “How the fuck did you do that?!”

“I don’t know. What even happened??” She doesn’t know what she did, but she definitely felt a force leave her body and suddenly he was going backwards. She has no idea how.

“Is that your ability?” He asks looking her over.

“I don’t know. What ability? I’m so confused.”

“Everyone he has an ability,” he says lifting her arm. “Yours must be whatever that was.”

“That’s never happened before. How?”

“It’s because you’re here. It heightened your vampire…ness…” he says with a shrug.

“O…k…” she says reclaiming her arm from his grasp.

“I mean it,” he says staring into her eyes. “Thats why you can see a lot better in your right eye, can’t you?”

“How…how do you know I can see better?”

“How far can you see?” He asks ignoring her question.

“Well…” she says tilting her head. “I can see the guy down the hall checking all of the rooms.”

“What??” He asks startled. “We have to go.”

He runs to the computer and saves the data to a flash drive, then deletes it from the system. He grabs her arm and drags her to the back of the room.

“We have to get out of here before we’re seen,” he whispers looking for a back door.

“I thought you said no one would question you because you work for the prince?”

“They won’t, but it’s still risky with you here.” He sees an exit and drags her over.

He opens the door to the alleyway behind the building. It all seems so crazy to Luna but still he takes her in his arms and jumps to the roof. He runs across a few buildings before stopping on one a few blocks away.

“How are you able to do that?” Luna asks releasing her hold around Jungkook’s neck.

“It’s my ability,” he says.

“Your ability is jumping on buildings?”

“Not exactly,” he chuckles. “Everyone here is very strong, at least compared to humans, but I’m even stronger. My strength, agility, stamina, and overall physical health is greater than 500 vampires combined.”

“Really?”

“And I’m an expert marksman with an incredible sense of smell.”

“How can I unlock my ability? I want special powers,” she pouts.

“You just knocked me back without touching me. It was weak, but it’s definitely a special ability.”

“I’ll show you weak,” she says through her teeth trying to hit his chest. “As soon as I learn how to do it again, I’ll fuck you up.”

“Looking forward to it,” he laughs.

She growls hitting him again but he doesn’t budge. He continues laughing making her more determined to knock him back again.

“Why are you trying so hard?” He asks.

“Because I was normal until you showed up and started stalking me.”

“You weren’t normal at all, you one-eyed freak.”

“Fuck you,” she growls swinging at him again but he moves back causing her to miss.

She grits her teeth trying to hit him again but he continues dodging her. Suddenly the force she felt in the lab returns, but instead of knocking him back, it knocks her back. She falls hard on her back and slides about 5 feet. Her left elbow took most of the hit and begins bleeding from the amount of force that scraped her flesh across the concrete roof.

“Shit,” Jungkook says quickly grabbing her and running as fast as he can back to his quarters.

With his speed it takes no time at all, and thankfully no one is around so they’re able to go into his room without being seen.

“Fucks sake, LuLuLuna,” he sighs looking at her bleeding arm. “I told you not to bleed here!”

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