#by forced him i mean they made puppy eyes at miguel and it Worked

[turrondeluxe]

How do you think Mikey feels about the Miguel burger in the Spider Hub?

Lyla told them about the Miguel Burger™ as an offhanded comment and the kids (and Mikey) basically forced him to bring them some (They all love it).

#by forced him i mean they made puppy eyes at miguel and it Worked #they learnt it from the puppy eyes master himself (Mikey) #i just know miguel hates his burgers lol (maybe that'll change seeing how his little family enjoys them tho :']) #they all have the burger king crowns. uno is just being a little shit #oooh you can def tell how i was falling sleep while doodling this lmao snork mimimimi #ask #lasting romance #peepaw and babies au #shellslinger #my art

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how many drinks? | one shot (jjk)

summary: the question is - how many drinks would it take for you to sleep with your bestfriend?

pairing: jjk x reader

genre: (18+) college au, dance group au, bestfriends/bestfriends with some benefits au | fluff, smut, sprinkle of angst

words: ~12.2k

warnings: cussing, mature language/implied sexual content, kind of crack-y, dancer!jk to fulfill my needs, unprotected sex, sprinkle of dirty talk, fingering, sprinkle of a handjob, slight biting, nails digging into skin, oc almost gets taken advantage of/forced into doing things she doesn’t wanna do, rough handling, song kang is in this too because i’m also a hooch for him but he’s an ass here, alcohol consumption, intoxication, mentions of blunts/smoking, house parties, cuddling, kissing/makeout sessions, straddling, breast/nipple play, hickeys, fucking on the edge of the bed, multiple orgasms, fingering, licking/neck kisses, oral (f. receiving)

note: one shot title is taken from miguel's song ‘how many drinks’ + a couple of things--

both hoseok and jimin’s piece mentioned below are inspired by real-life pieces my old dance mentor has choreographed and taught. this is the inspiration behind hoseok’s couple piece; this is the inspiration for jimin’s piece

i’m a hooch for all three of them in this video

enjoy imagining koo and oc dancing part of their couples piece like this 🥺

"Y/N." You picked up Jungkook's call as you sat at your desk in your dorm room. You had been finishing up your bio homework until the interruption came blaring through on your headphones.

"Yes?"

"Can I nap in your room?"

"The fuck I look like? A hotel?" You snorted.

"Yeah, a 5 star at that with how good you take care of me." He tries to butter you up, causing you to roll your eyes.

"You're lucky I like you."

"Yesssssssss!" You hear him faintly exclaim on the other line. "Be there in a sec."

"You know my doors are always unlocked." Which, it was true. So many of your friends had decided to live off campus that you and your other bestfriend [and beloved suitemate] were probably the only few left on campus. And that meant people were constantly in your room, hanging out or using both of your rooms, [with permission] or the couches in the shared living room space of your suite as a place to nap. College, amirite? Why the fuck would you lose your parking spot to go back to your apartment when you have friends who lived right on campus? You weren't just good for smuggling free food from the cafeteria to your broke ass, struggling off-campus friends.

Sooner or later, you're greeted by a fluffy, black-haired Jungkook, looking like his shit must have air-dried with how wavy and voluminous it was. He swings your door open so aggressively that you jump a bit in your seat, swinging off your headphones like you weren't even expecting him. You watch as he flings himself onto your neatly made bed like he hasn't felt a bed in years.

"Ugh, yes." He moans as he belly flops onto your bed and stays in that position.

"When's your next class, you little baby?"

"In like an hour or so, I don't know." He says sleepily. "Wake me up, please?"

"Sure." You realize it's Wednesday, and he definitely has Ecology lab later at 3:00PM. You figured you'd wake him up by 2:30 just to give him enough time to groggily walk his ass back over to the science building.

You and Jungkook weren't really close before college. It was moreso that you knew of each other since high school because of mutual friends. You'd see him at parties and he'd see you, but it was never more than the casual hi and bye and small talk. Maybe the occasional comments on facebook pages and the likes on pictures on instagram. But foreel, other than that, that's as real as your friendship got for awhile. You didn't mind it though, you were good with your set of friends and he was good with his. A lot of your friends attended the same university as you two and then your groups intertwined even more. 

But, it wasn't until the past couple of months or so where you both unexpectedly got really close - simply just by talking more and being around each other more. You both had similar interests and Jungkook wasn't the most vocal in his group, but with you, he seemed to talk endlessly. He loved comics and he loved raving to you about Marvel and DC superheroes. He loved to draw, and he'd draw you things every now and then - his most recent being you as a scientist superhero saving the world from overgrown malaria-infected mosquito monsters. It was the cutest thing you had ever seen, and you tacked it against your cork board near your desk. Then, small things like that turned to bringing you food or boba, being stuck at the hip where he'd only go to a certain place on campus if you were there; texting each other inside jokes and funny ass tweets all day turned to facetime sleepover calls and then late hangouts eventually turned to actual sleepovers in your bed, where he'd drape his arm around while you both slept but it never escalated into anything more than that in bed. Although he did fucking hate your medium-sized Olaf plushie that took shelter on your bed - he'd always hike it across the room and talk about how annoying he is and how he's always taking his spot. You never understood it, really.

And then soon, it turned to small displays of affection behind closed doors, where Jungkook would hold you close. Hold your hand if you two were in the room watching a show, or movie. Small kisses exchanged. Big kisses exchanged, making out sessions. But, that was literally it. Nothing else. No sex. No pressure. Lots of unspoken feelings, obviously, but you weren't gonna be the one to bring that up. Because you were comfortable, and if anything, you didn't wanna ruin what you guys already had going.

Like, is this a friends with benefits thing? Maybe? Maybe not? It was hard to label it because it's not like you both determined so, it kind of just fell together that way. And there was really no pressure to fuck every single time you got affectionate. It was cute, sweet. And no one really knew it was like that behind doors - possibly your suitemate Kass and her boyfriend, Jimin, but that's only because you shared the dorm suite with her. Jimin was also one of Jungkook's roommates and his really good friend, so whenever they had slept over on the same night, it was pure and utter chaos. But honestly, if Kass and Jimin hadn't been around you two much, they most certainly wouldn't have the idea.

Whatever it was, it was a comfortable closeness that you both experienced and appreciated. However, the both of you were afraid of discussing what this really was, afraid it'll ruin the dynamic. The atmosphere. Having to come to terms of what it might, or might not be. Neither of you can fully admit that you like the other. Although, it got hard. People did lightly tease you two because you both always looked for each other and were stuck by the hip out on campus.

Oh, well. Bottom line is that you liked your relationship where it was at, but it doesn't mean you haven't thought about the what if's. Jungkook was insanely attractive, and it's no lie that girls swarmed him left and right on campus, but he didn't give a shit [either he didn't give a shit or he was dumb as hell?]. Okay, rewind — to be fair, he would have a fling or two, flirt once or twice. He'd tell you so and so was cute and that they've hung out or texted, but that's it. He just wasn't necessarily looking for anything cause he too enjoyed where he was at with everything.

It doesn't take long before Sleeping Beauty is snoring face down on your bed, looking like Patrick Star with the way he's sprawled out. But, you continue to do your work until it was time to wake him. You gently shake him, his puppy eyes looking back at you after being face down all nap.

"Class time."

"No." He groans. "Can't I just stay here with you?"

"No, dude. Get to class." You chuckle. "You already skipped last week."

"Yeah, but this is a new week Y/N."

"Jungkook." You almost say in a scolding manner.

"Fiiiiiiine." He whines as he shoots up and hops off from your bed. "Are you going to our party on Friday?"

"I said I'd think about it right?"

"Yeah, like on Monday. It's Wednesday."

"And I'm still thinking about it." You snort, making him pout.

"Just come for a little bit."

"Why? You know parties aren't my thing and you'll be too drunk anyways. I'll end up wanting to go right the fuck back home as soon as I step outside."

"I'd like to be drunk and have you there. It'll be more fun!" He pouts as he holds your hand and swings it back and forth.

"I mean, to be completely honest, I'll probably end up going because of Kass anyways."

"Because of Kass." He rolls his eyes. "Oooookay. Not because of you, Jungkook, no." He says sarcastically, brows furrowed.

"Ew. You're such a fucking whiner. Leave." You laugh, throwing an empty water bottle at him.

"I'm kidding." He chuckles. "Wanna grab dinner with me after practice?"

"Sure. If you pay." He groans

"Fine. I'll see you later." He puckers up his lips to blow you a kiss, which you automatically reject by giving him a look before turning your attention back to your homework. You were hoping he'd offer to go to In-n-Out because you were craving that #2 with animal fries and a neapolitan shake, plus there was a Target in the same plaza that you wanted to drag him to for new pens and clearance sale shopping. And you wouldn't even warn him about it. He would tag along, no question.

Hoseok stands in front of the mirrors in the studio, pacing back and forth as your dance group learned a couple of 8-counts from this new piece he had been brewing up. Apparently, it was supposed to be a couples piece but he wasn't sure if he was going to keep it that way. He watched to see if this would be better as a group, or if he should stick to his original plans.

Your college dance group was a small group formed by people with pure, genuine interest and love for modern hip hop choreography. Hoseok was the dance lead, with Jimin being the back up lead. The group came together, taught each other pieces, taught workshops for those interested on campus and performed at the various talent shows and productions the school had throughout the year. It was just your group's way of showcasing your talents, something you all purely enjoyed, and it was nice to see the love and support given by the audiences.

"Okay, run that from the top one more time please. We'll take break after, swear." Hoseok chuckles and gives Jimin the cue to start the song back at the starting point. Jungkook makes a funny face at you as he huffs and puffs, trying to catch his breath from the last time you went through the counts.

"Ew." You giggle, slightly pushing him aside. Miguel's How Many Drinks begins to blast through the studio speakers, Jungkook doing his best to sing along and match his tone all while focusing on his steps. Once you're done going through the counts, the music continues to play, Jungkook twirling over to you just to sing—

"Cause I ain't leavin' aloneeee, I feel like I could be honest, babe." He spins to your other side. "We both know that we're grown, that's why I wanna knooooow - how many drinks will it take you to leave with meeeeEEeeeE?"

"You can give me all the drinks in the world and I swear I still wouldn't." You snort, making him frown and click his teeth.

"Too bad that's not really how you act when I ask to sleep over, though." Silence as you stick your tongue out at him. Cause, yeah. You really do tell him to sleep over without hesitation. You loved his company, you can’t lie. "Yeah, fraudulent as hell. I never taught you that." He jokes.

"Shut up, Jungkook—"

"Okay!" Hoseok says, clapping his hands. "This'll be a couple piece. I honestly think it'll work better that way, just like I envisioned it. I'll work with the couple to clean this up before the performance, but to whoever isn't casted for this, Jimin still has a piece to teach the rest of you, so don't feel discouraged!" Hoseok chuckles a bit, giving the rest of the group a small smile. "So with that being said - Y/N, Jungkook, I want you two to do this piece."

"Ouuuuuuuu." Jimin teases you from the sidelines, causing you to put up your middle finger.

"We won’t let you down, cap." Jungkook swings his arm around you.

"I'll teach you the rest of the piece next practice so we can start polishing it up and making it clean before the talent show."

"Sounds good with me." You flatly say, even though 100%, you're pretty excited for many reasons. One, you had been wanting to do a solo or couples piece for awhile, and two, your partner was Jungkook. Your best friend, your ride or die, the dude you've spent so much time with and gave your affection to behind closed doors. It made you giddy just thinking about it, even if you'd blatantly lie to his face later on when he'd tease you. And Jungkook felt the same. You missed the way he subtly bit on his bottom lip when you were named his partner, just so he wouldn't smile too big in front of you.

After practice, you egg him on enough to agree to take you to In-N-Out, without hinting at the plan you had drafted out in your head earlier.  The plan that says you're gonna drag his ass to Target afterwards and he had no choice but to come along.

"Y/N, you liar." He groans. "You said you weren't gonna go to Target." He pouts as you follows behind you anyway.

"Kook, I literally just need to get one thing."

"What's the one thing that you couldn't get on your own time?"

"I don't know, I'll have to find out when we get in there." You giggled, causing him to groan again. "Plus, we're here already. Killing two birds with one stone."

"Ah shit, I suppose I can get some bottles for the party."

"Yeah, make yourself useful Jungkook."

"Yeah, make yourself useful Jungkook, aheh." He mocks your tone and does that really weird and ugly ass laugh that dudes always do when they try to mock girls, however, you ignore it because you've just stepped into Target and bitch, this was Disneyland to you. Heaven. Paradise.

"Hm, what are we drinking on Friday?" He says his text outloud as he follows you around the dollar section where you begin to pick up really unnecessary items that you're probably just gonna store away in or around your desk somewhere.

"Should be holy water because you all need it."

"Mmm, I don't know, I don't think they have that but we can check." He responds ever so seriously, causing you to chuckle.

"How many people are you expecting?"

"Honestly, I don't even know. We said we'd keep it to close friends only. I don't really have any friends, so that's all on them."

"Ah, makes sense as to how the entire class was invited." You fire back sarcastically. "Your upstairs neighbors are really gonna have a blast."

"They're invited too."

"You guys are so dumb." He laughs when you hit him against the chest. After walking a bit, the two of you head towards the alcohol aisle, Jungkook grabbing what his arms will allow him to grab since alcohol is a little cheaper here than other grocery stores. "Isn't there a limit as to how much alcohol you can buy?"

"I don't see anything anywhere." He hauls about 4 big bottles back to the cashiers. "Besides, I'm giving them business compared to Safeway and those other grocery stores."

"Grab the coupon at least, genuis. It could save you some money." You take off the coupons from the three bottles.

He looks down at the coupon attached to the 4th bottle. "Sign up today and get 2% cash back on every bottle you buy." He snorts after reading the coupon outloud. "More like sign up today and get 2% cash back turnt." He looks at you. "This doesn't sound like a coupon, miss. Where's the ‘get 5 dollars off’ bullshit?"

"2% cash back turnt? Really?" You furrow your brows at him and hand the coupons to the cashier. "Here. God, maybe you shouldn't be hosting parties with your roommates."

"Maybe not." He holds his bags, even grabbing onto yours as you both walk out to his car. He turns up the radio, the both of you singing along to the songs coming through. When he pulls up to the lot of Edgehill Village, he parks in someone else's marked spot only because it's technically next to your door and he doesn't anticipate to stay long. But honestly, that never goes as planned. He grabs your bag from the trunk, silently following behind you as you unlock your door to an empty suite - just as you expected. Kass was most likely at Jungkook’s, spending the night with Jimin, and you'd be alone for the night. It didn't matter to you though, the peace and quiet was always nice.

"You sure you're gonna be okay here alone?" You nod.

"Yup. It's kind of nice actually." You lean forward onto your bed since it's raised a little higher than usual with bed risers, and open up your laptop. Jungkook sets your Target bag down and wraps his arms around you from behind, planting a kiss on your cheek and on your jawline.

"You sure you don't want me to sleep over? Cuddles sound nice."

"It sounds like you want to."

"Only if you want me to." He nuzzles his head against your neck, waiting for your response.

"Kook, please." You chuckle. "If you wanna sleepover, then go ahead."

"Yesssss! I do."

"Well you need to find parking, or else the person that owns that parking spot will be highly upset."

"You got it, captain. Pull up a movie!" He says, dashing out of your room to move his car. He's most likely going to come back in another 5 minutes, being that the only free parking at this time of night is probably on the other end in the gym's lot, or somewhere on the streets [if he got lucky].

And so that 5 minutes sure does go by before Jungkook is breathing heavily when he walks into your room, duffle bag swung over his shoulder with a big, dorky ass smile on his face.

"I'm back!"

"I see." You snort, still going through the movies.

"Hey, let's run through what Hobi taught us first."

"Ugh, I'm so tired though."

"Cooooome on, just once." He pulls you by the hand, his body pressed against yours as his his other arm wraps around your waist. "Please." His puppy dog eyes look down at you, causing you to push him away because fucking hell, that shit makes you weak. Makes the pussy throb just a lil, you know? Christ.

"Only if you watch 10 Things I Hate About You."

"Sure, I don't mind." He pulls up the song on your laptop. The both of you face the mirror in front of you, careful not to hit each other since you had such limited space to fully move around. Running through it once was a full blown lie, being that you both are doing it for almost 5-6 times before you're laughing at how out of breath you already are. You're so out of it and winded by the last time around that you accidentally hit Jungkook in the face, causing him to whine and stumble off to the side.

"Oh shit!" You laugh. "I'm so sorry, Kookie!" You run over to cup his face. "Are you okay? You good?"

"Shit, Y/N. You have a heavy hand." He keeps his hand against his cheek.

"I'm sorry." You lean in to plant a kiss on his cheek, but Jungkook being Jungkook, he looks to the side to have his lips meet yours instead. He picks you up in one swift motion, your legs wrapped around his torso as he sits you on your bed, your hands still cupping his face. And honestly, you really wanted him. You've always wanted him since this whole thing started. God, he was attractive to you - every little thing about Jungkook was a fucking weakness, but you weren't gonna let up first. Not tonight. The scar on his cheek, his soft, fluffy hair, his toned body, his muscular ass arms, the way he held onto you when you both slept, the way he kissed you.

Lord, he was truly going to be the death of you.

Before the kiss could get any deeper, you smile into it and back away, keeping your gaze on the small, dazed smile Jungkook has on his face.

"Can we watch now?" You ask, subtly biting onto your bottom lip.

"Yeah, good idea."

"Actually, after all that, I need to shower first."

"Can I join?" His eyes light up.

"Sit your ass down. You can go after." You laugh as you hop off the bed, grabbing your pajamas for a quick shower. You literally take 10 minutes, walking back into your room with wet hair and an oversized shirt and shorts underneath. Although you had been completely comfortable with Jungkook, the both of you have never really seen each other fully naked like that. Whenever he slept over, you were both always fully clothed. You've seen him hop out of the shower and come in shirtless, but that's probably about it. You start to brush your teeth as he rummages through his emergency duffle bag full of shit that he holds in the trunk of his car, grabbing a fresh pair of clothes to change into after his shower. You already know his ass is gonna use your shampoo for everything because he loves the smell of it and always talks about how good your hair smells.

While waiting for him, you slip yourself under your covers and pull the laptop closer to you, scrolling through your phone aimlessly to see what's new on instagram. Which, is absolutely nothing, so you let out a dissatisfied sigh.

"Ready!" He comes in, tossing his towel aside and shutting off the lights to crawl into your bed with you.

"You smell just like me." You chuckle.

"It's great, isn't it?"

"Your hair isn't bothering you?" You run your hand through his incredibly wet hair as he shakes his head.

"No, I'll be good."

"Okay." He wraps his arm around you to pull you onto his body, the movie already off to a start. As the movie goes on, you find yourself getting sleep as both of your bodies sink deeper into the sheets, Jungkook still not letting you go. The laptop rests on his belly, while your head is on his chest, his heartbeat the one thing putting you to sleep pretty quickly. He's comfortable, just as you are. He's warm, you're warm. He's content, you're content. You drift off to sleep while he continues to watch, knowing your bodies will be pressed tightly against each other in the morning.

"Kook there's so many fucking people here. The cops are gonna come and shut this down quick." Jungkook shrugs.

"Oh well, wasn't my idea." He snorts. "Shot?!" He hands you a shot that you take with ease, feeling like you aren't drunk enough for all this shit and all these people. "Atta girl."

"Yuck, though." You slightly make a sour face as you feel the warmth trickle down your throat and into your stomach.

"Heeeey, whyyyyy do you look so FaMiliaR?" This girl asks Jungkook in a weird, flirty tone, where every other consonant goes up and down. She's obviously really fucking drunk and out of her mind because for one, she definitely goes to the same school as you two, and she has definitely been in class with Jungkook before.

"Oh uh, my name's Justin Bieber. I used to sing from time to time." He says nonchalantly with you furrowing your forehead at him because what kind of response did he just give her?! What did he just tell her? You're so embarrassed that you slowly turn on your heel and walk out of the kitchen as you hear him sing One Less Lonely Girl hella out of tune, with the girl completely smitten over his drunk ass.

"Where's Jungkookie?" Kass asks as she sits on Jimin's lap.

"Over there, pretending to be Justin Bieber apparently."

"Oh, nice. You don't come across that often." Jimin says sarcastically. "Are you staying here tonight?"

"Yeah, stay here tonight, with Kookie." Kass wiggles her eyebrows, her cheek resting on top of Jimin's head. "It's not like that's anything new."

"Um, I'd rather much be back in the dorm."

"That cold, lonely place? When you could be here, in such a pretty apartment with such a pretty boy?" You shake your head at her.

"Unbelievable." You mutter. Suddenly, an incredibly tall man walks into the apartment, reaching about 6'1 and almost hitting the ceiling with his tall ass. You've never seen him before, but he walks in with Hoseok and Namjoon and for whatever reason, you can't peel your eyes off of him. "Woah, who's that?"

"Who's what?" Jungkook finally comes to your side after being Justin Bieber for a good minute or so, his eyes following yours. Who was he and why were you looking at him so intensely?

"That's Kang! You've never met him?" Jimin says, doing a slight nod to greet him as he passes by. Kang and his fine self looks up at you, a small smirk creeping up at the corner of his lips as he continues through to the kitchen behind Hoseok and Namjoon. "He's a transfer and on the basketball team."

"He's fiiiiine." You and Kass swoon over him a bit, Jungkook giving you a look.

"He's alriiiight. I've seen better."

"Shut up, no one asked you." You lightly punch him on the side, making him lightly groan while Jimin and Kass laugh. The rest of the party, you suddenly have a goal to find out more about Kang and see what he's about because you and Jungkook weren't official. You both didn't really know what this was, but one thing you knew for sure was that it wasn't anything exclusive. You wouldn't bring it up, so wouldn't Jungkook - so was this really something all that meaningful?

Whatever, you didn't wanna keep going in circles about it.

Jungkook fucking hates it though, and he's honestly really jealous that you're suddenly trying to be all cute and woo the new, tall, handsome [but he's not really that fucking handsome to Jungkook for christ's sake] basketball player. Jungkook almost wants to mock his every move and how suavé he is, almost looking like a try hard with the way he's leaning against the wall and talking to you.

Wait— he's talking to you?! You were literally right next to him 2 seconds ago.

"What the fuck?" He squints, trying to make sure he's actually looking at you.

"You're so full of shit." Jimin laughs.

"What are you talking about?"

"Why don't you just admit that you like her and stop being childish about it?"

"I don't like her. She's just my bestfriend."

"Um, okay?" Jimin snorts. "When you sleep at her place every chance you get and vice versa? When she has a ton of your shirts and hoodies in her own fucking closet? When you always get so affectionate with her in the dorm? Sure, you don't like her."

"How do you know that?"

"I just do, you've done it in front of me and Kass before but you both tried playing it off. I don't understand you two."

"Well, I don't like her. She obviously doesn't either with the way she's trying to be all up on him." Jungkook glares at you, his teeth biting the rim of the cup harshly as he brings it to his lips to take a sip.

"Whatever, I'm just saying dude. Probably better to be straight up about it than not."

"Kaaaaaaay." Jungkook responds sarcastically, trying to play off how butthurt he was right now. Cause yeah, he did fucking like you. He was just scared to admit it though because of reasons like this - the fact that you possibly didn't like him back killed him. The fact that you could possibly be using him to feel wanted, needed. It made his stomach turn.

He just really liked you, and god, did he want to be the one in your bed tonight. Whether or not that ended up in sex, whatever. He just wanted to be the one to touch you, be on you.

Meanwhile, Kang was attractive as hell and ouwee, were you feeling him tonight. You were, you really were - except, you could literally feel the holes Jungkook was burning through you from across the room. You'd occasionally glance over due to how distracting it was, Jungkook literally have no shame with eyeing you, almost glaring at you, from across the apartment.

"Is it too forward if I ask for your number already?" Kang licks his lips, his teeth lightly piercing his bottom lip as he looks down at you.

"No." You smirk at him, taking his phone to put your number in.

"We should kick it soon. I'd love to hang out with you and get to know you better."

"Yeah, just let me know when." You blush, until you're suddenly pulled out of your daze by a loud 'ahem,' the loudest throat-clearing you have ever heard in your life. You turn to see Jungkook making his way back over to the shots, knowing damn well he's calling you over. "See you around?" Kang winks before he tips his cup to you and gives you a single nod.

"Sure thing, cutiepie." You bite onto your bottom lip, making your way over to Jungkook at the shot station, instantly pinching his arm.

"What the fuck?"

"Nobody was calling you over." Jungkook smirks.

"Shut the fuck up, yes you were. I know that was you clearing your throat like that."

"I'm sorry, does it bother you?" He blinks cutely, tilting his head to the side. "Besides, why come over here when you're too busy with your man?"

"Are you jealous?"

"Why in the hell would I be jealous, Y/N? Do you." The words sting you, even though part of you still wants to believe that Jungkook may actually like you. All you can do is sigh and brush it off, placing your cup down in front of him as he pours himself another shot. "You sure?"

"Just give me the damn shot." You say, making it your 7th.

And the 7th turns into 8, 8 turns into 9, 9 turns into 10. And at 10, you're pretty fucking drunk even as the party is starting to die down by the time it's close to 2am. All 10 were a good combination of shots and mixed drinks.

10 drinks.

10 drinks is what it took for you to lay in Jungkook's bed at the end of the night, hands tangled in his fluffy hair as your makeout session intensifies by the minute - all due to this sexual tension, frustration, whatever the hell it was brewing between you two after all this time. The both of you are drunk as hell, and it's pretty evident with the way you can still taste the alcohol on his tongue, both sloppily touching up on each other, kisses getting wetter, clothes coming off like there's no tomorrow.

"Wait, are you sure?" Jungkook says, about to unhook your bra.

"Jungkook, god, just fuck me." You plead drunkily, the room spinning around you. He continues to unhook your bra, tossing it across the room where your other clothes lay, peppering kisses along your neck before licking up a stripe to meet your lips again. He hooks his fingers across the band of your panties, tugging them down and letting them get lost within his sheets. You take this as leverage to tug his boxer briefs down, already stroking his hardened member the moment you come into contact with it. The sad thing is that you both are so fucking drunk, you can't even appreciate the fact that you both are naked in front of each other for the first time ever.

You can't even come to terms with the fact that you both are about to fuck each other and cross that boundary completely.

But, hell, what do you care? You were drunk. You got a cute guy's number. You're getting dick at the end of the night.

"Oh shit, Y/N." He moans into your mouth as he feels you stroking him. "Need to feel you." He quickly runs his finger down your fold, slipping in two digits to pump them in and out, quickly prepping you for his dick.

"Hnnng--Kook." You bite onto your bottom lip as your eyes shut close momentarily, your head digging deeper into the pillow the more he tries to stretch you out. "Want you inside of me."

"I got you." He says. You almost whine at the loss of contact until you feel his tip poking at your entrance. He slowly continues to slip himself inside of you, Kook letting out a small groan while your mouth was left open, a soundless moan releasing before you hiss and take in all of him. He fills you up so well, so completely. He was so big that you felt full, bloated, with him being inside of you the way he was.

"Ohhhhhgod." You whimper as he starts to steady his pace, the lewd noises of his cock slipping in and out of your wet pussy filling his room - god forbid if Jimin or their other roommate Yoongi heard this right now. It would be nothing short of pornographic.

"You're so wet. Is that all for me?" He says, causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head as he begins to aggressively thrust into you.

"Y-yes." You whine.

"Say it again."

"All for you, Kook."

"I fucking thought so." He drunkily responds as one hand grips onto your hips tightly, the other in your hair as he digs his head back into the crook of your neck, his tongue messily licking near your jaw before he nibbles onto your earlobe.

"Hmmmmgggh, Jungkook. Fuck." You moan as you start to work your hips upward into his, your clit rubbing against his pelvis, causing the pleasure to pool quickly within the pit of your stomach. It causes goosebumps to pierce through the surface of your skin, your hands gripping tighter on his hair. "You're-you're gonna make me cum. Faster." You plead. He does just so, hammering into you, the sound of his hips slamming into yours bouncing off of the walls.

"Ahhh—Y/N." He groans.

"Just like that, just like that, just like that!" You repeat, your clit feeling incredibly stimulated by the way it rubs against his skin while he fucks into you. "Oh shit! Jungkook!" You moan loudly, biting his shoulder as you feel yourself trembling hard in his grip, your orgasm taking over your entire body.

"Shit, shit, shit—Y/N, Shiiiit." He says into your neck, followed by more curses and groans as you feel him coat your walls warmly. He stays inside of you until the both of you come back down to normalcy, your breathing becoming more regulated. He slowly slips himself out, plopping next to you on the bed, but doesn't welcome you into his arms.

The night goes on, the both of you sleeping on your own sides of Jungkook's bed, not really saying a word to each other. Because the both of you, although still pretty drunk, are more aware by the time it's over and it's become so clear how fucked up this got.

You were hurt. Completely hurt. Because you didn't expect Jungkook to just fucking ghost you after that night. You wanted to talk about it, maybe come to the conclusion that you two should just distance yourselves from each other to figure this out, even if it would hurt you a lot to do so.

No.

That morning, Jimin and Kass had to take you back to campus because Jungkook had darted out of his room, nowhere to be seen until later that night. The next week or so, there were no texts, no calls. No visiting your dorm, no asking to sleepover.

Nothing.

Just radio silence, white noise, if you will.

The one thing he could come up with was a stupid response to your text when you finally caved and asked what you did wrong mid-week.

Something along the lines of 'what do you want me to say, Y/N? do you want me to force myself to feel a certain way?'

Followed by a 'i'm sorry, fuck. that came out really wrong' even though you thought it came out perfectly fine. You understood loud and clear.

Even though this wasn't really an exclusive thing, or even a 'thing' if we wanna be straight up, you still couldn't help but feel like Jungkook had just dumped your ass with no explanation and you were still waiting for that explanation to come, whether it would or not. And because of this, you started to see Kang, hangout with him more often. He even took you out on a dinner date and you really enjoyed his company. He seemed genuine, caring, supportive - even if a lot of the basketball boys were the complete opposite. He was different, you liked to think.

And so you stand in front of the mirrors in the dance studio, you and Jungkook awkwardly running through the piece with Hoseok watching, confused as to why all of a sudden the two of you have this weird tension going on. It hasn't entirely ruined the couple piece, but it hasn't brought it together, either. The both of you could barely look at each other, barely get into the movements, the emotions behind the motions. Hoseok had to correct a few things, his 'pah pah pah's' echoing in the room constantly with how many times you and Jungkook had to be set straight for your sloppy steps today.

"Okay, I'm not saying it's bad, cause it's not. But can you both please act like you at least like each other or something? What's going on with you two? You aren't normally like this." Hoseok says, coming down to a crouch in front of the mirrors.

"Nothing, we'll do better. Don't worry." You brush off the entire question with your quick response. Jungkook looks at you, his hands on his hips, lightly frowning at how much you're distancing yourself even though he knows its entirely his fault for running from his feelings and not being honest with you.

"Okay, let's do it from the top." The music starts, you getting into the piece without making any eye contact with Jungkook. Even the steps that cause you to be close and near Jungkook, you look anywhere but his eyes, and your touch is light, trying your hardest not to let any feelings pass through the motion. Hoseok is a little more pleased this time around, but it still doesn't sit right with him, so he lets you two take a break while he heads to the other studio to check on Jimin and the rest of the group.

"Hey. Are you okay?"

"Jungkook, you don't get to ask me that." He sighs and runs his hand through his hair, not sure if he should continue on or not.

"Y/N—"

"Save it, and let's just get this over with, okay? I don't wanna be here just as much as you." Your words cut him deep because dear, you have gotten him completely misunderstood and yet, he still can't speak. He still can't talk about his feelings. He still can't save this even though he wants to, even though he loathes seeing you the way you are with Kang.

"I never said—"

"Kay, ready? Let's run this full out and make it a good one so we can call it for today." Hoseok says, clapping his hands to hype you two up somehow. The music starts and you're finally able to get into the steps. The emotions. And god, it's only because you're so hurt by your own bestfriend. You're hurt that he fucked you so good, and then dipped. You're hurt that he couldn't even face you the day after. You're hurt that after all this time, he made it seem like you still didn't matter enough - at least enough for an explanation, for some kind of reasoning, conversation, behind what just went down between the both of you. Between what has been going down between the both of you.

Besides the stupid ass responses he gave you through text.

You get so into your feelings that you don't even realize you're tearing up by the time the piece is over, and Jungkook catches it even though you face away from him as soon as the music cuts out.

"Nice, okay! That was so much better! Let's pick it up next session, yeah? We'll keep cleaning it up. Thanks guys!" Hoseok says. You immediately head towards the wall, grabbing your things to avoid any confrontation from Jungkook, but he grabs your arm as soon as you slip through the door.

"Y/N, wait. Stop."

"Let me go." You yank your arm from his grip.

"Why are you crying?" He stops in front of you, his hands placed on your arms to prevent you from moving any further.

"I'm not." You blatantly lie while you aggressively wipe away the stragglers coming down.

"Really? Just gonna lie like that?"

"Why do you care? You haven't said shit to me all week." You snap back, and Jungkook is taken aback from the tone in your voice. You remove his hands from your arms, and take one last look at him before shaking your head and walking off.

Next mistake? He doesn't come after you.

This was a waste of fucking time. If he truly cared about you, he wouldn't let you hurt like this.

You let out a deep sigh before clutching onto your things and walking back to your dorm. The walk from the gym/fitness center was damn near on the other end of campus compared to your dorm. It would be a good 10 minute walk if you really took your time. A good 10 minutes to ponder on your thoughts.

Yes, you liked Jungkook. You really liked him. Having sex with him solidified those feelings even more. How could you not have feelings for your bestfriend after all the moments you've shared? Was it your fault for assuming that? Was it your fault for walking through that door when it seemed to be completely open for you?

"Sup." Kang comes out of nowhere, pulling you out of your thoughts. He swings his arm around your shoulder, gently pulling you closer to his body.  "Just got out of practice?"

"Sure did." You give him a toothless smile. Yes, he was attractive as hell. He always will be. But, even with the time you spent together, the date he took you on, he still couldn't make you feel the way Jungkook has been able to make you feel.

"How was it?"

"Um, it was alright. Nothing new really, just cleaning up the piece before the show. You're going right?"

"Why wouldn't I?" He smiles down at you. "Listen, I don't know if you've heard, but there's another party tonight."

"A party? It's Wednesday." You snort.

"Yeah, I mean, one of the boys on the Lacrosse team is throwing it at his family house because his parents will be gone. Wanna come? I'll pick you up. We don't have to stay for long." You looked at your watch.

"What time is it at?"

"Like 9ish?" Enough time for you to shower and get a quick dinner in your belly. Why the hell not? You were caught up for the week. You didn't have any pressing assignments that were due asap.

"Sure. I'll come."

"Cool. See you later then?" He says, about to part ways with you. You simply give him a nod before walking deeper into Edgehill village. You hoped you wouldn't regret this tonight, and you really hoped he meant it when he said you two didn't have to stay for long. You drag yourself into your room, seeing Kass' door wide open, revealing her packing up her duffle bag.

"Hey, where are you headed during the middle of the week?"

"My two classes got cancelled for tomorrow so me and Jiminie are heading out for a mini getaway for our anniversary." You cross your arms and smile. "He's just gonna catch up on shit when we get back I guess." She laughs.

"That sounds cute. I hope you have loads of fun this weekend, babe."

"What are you gonna do?" Kass and Jimin were obviously aware of everything happening between you and Jungkook being that they had to be the ones to take you home. They never pressed on it though, knowing you both were still pretty upset about how things were playing out. They figured you two would eventually work it out, but until then, they would just sit back and keep their mouths shut. You two were being completely stubborn, but it wasn't their relationship to fix.

"Well, there's this party Kang wants to take me to tonight."

"The Lacrosse party? Messy." She laughs. "Be careful, but also have fun, yeah? I still don’t know if I trust him.”

"Yeah I know."

"Tell me how it goes!"

"I will." You wave her off as you head into your room and shut the door. You figured you would just grab dinner on campus to avoid spending more money than you should; after all, dinner seemed to be pretty bomb tonight. You didn't mind going alone, sometimes Namjoon would join you, asking for you to bring him a plate of food while he does the hard job of sneaking inside the cafeteria through the back door. He usually waits for you at a free table and ends up staying there to have dinner with you, updating you on how life has been, how school has been. Sometimes Hoseok would join you, too. Either way, you didn't mind if no one joined. It was nice to have dinner by yourself from time to time.

You get there on time to be able to grab some food, eat quietly and head out before the cafeteria gets way too busy for your liking. You slip into the shower and throw on a mini skirt, a crop top and a denim jacket, lightly fluffing your hair in the mirror and adding a dab of lip gloss to your lips before Kang is calling you to tell you he's outside your dorm. He's wearing something similar to your color palette, however, you don't make much out of it since this also wasn't really an exclusive thing and you sure as hell weren't going around telling people you and Kang had a thing going on.

To him, you two might be a thing. You've definitely overheard people talking about you two in passing.

To you though, you two definitely weren't. And it was a big fuck you to Jungkook for that.

The house is packed from end to end already, and you're surprised being that it has barely hit 10 minutes since the party was expected to take off. Kang is having to park down the hill, allowing you to hop onto his back for a quick piggy back ride up until you reach the front of the house. There's people already fucked up out on the lawn [you figured they fucked themselves over during their pre-game session cause that shit really happens from time to time], either laying there drunkily or yacking on a free patch of grass.

Gross.

Messy, indeed.

Some people are posted, smoking blunts and offering it to people who were passing by. You and Kang both pass up on it, the idea of not knowing where it has been not sitting right with you. You both head straight to the bottles, taking shots and downing mixed drinks to chase it with so that you can catch up with majority of the crowd. Kang has his arm around your shoulder throughout the night, keeping you close to him, even when he's getting pretty drunk. You realize he's a little more handsy than usual, a little more touchy than you expected him to be. It doesn't bother you for a minute, until he really tries to hike up your skirt while you sit on his lap. You gently shoo his hand away, playing it off while he nuzzles his head against your neck.

"Let's go upstairs, babe." He says, the pet name sounding incredibly off coming from him. Maybe you were drunk, maybe you really just weren't in the mood. It just didn't sound cute, if that even makes sense?

"Okay." You respond stupidly, not wanting to cause a scene at a lacrosse party. You intertwine your fingers with his as he leads the way up the stairs, eyeing the doors as they come into view. He leans forward towards each door, making sure it's clear before opening it. You assume he finally finds one that he's satisfied with when you catch the small smirk that grows at the corner of his lips when he turns the door knob and brings you inside. He pulls you into a deep, rough kiss, one that doesn't even allow you to breathe and process what the fuck is even going on. You can't get into it for the life of you, no matter how hard you try to back away. "Wait, wait."

"What's wrong, baby? Isn't this what you wanted?" He says, kissing down your neck as he drops his jacket to the floor. He gently pushes you onto the bed, his hands traveling up your skirt as you lay there trying to push him off.

"Wait, stop." He doesn't listen. He continues until his hands are literally hooking onto your panties, his finger swiping down your clothed folds. You try fighting him off, but he's way stronger than you. He continues to be aggressive, forcefully trying to shove your panties down until you muster up all the energy you have to finally push him off of you completely. "Stop!"

"What the fuck? I thought you wanted this?"

"Who the hell said that?"

"Are you serious? The way that you're dressed and the way that you look at me. The way you approached me at your friend's party - isn't it all because of this? Because you wanted me? Why are you backing out now?"

"Jesus, get over yourself." You stand, fixing your skirt back down. He furrows his brows at you before his hand grips your arm tightly, shoving you against the wall.

"The fuck, you can't just leave without giving me anything. I brought you here to this party."

"Let me go! You're fucking sick. No one even told you I wanted this to go down. I don't know who you think you are, but you need to get yourself together and stop assuming every pussy is yours to take." He attempts to pin you, his hand holding up both of your hands against the wall while the other tries to pull up your skirt. Someone accidentally opens the door, distracting him and giving you leverage to shove him off and get the fuck away. You dart down the steps, fixing your skirt as you head outside and away from the house.

Fuck, you're far from campus. And Kass and Jimin aren't around.

God.

You groan and run your hand through your hair as you continue to walk down the hill and into the neighborhood to get as far away as possible from that house and that gross ass dude. He was literally just like the rest of the basketball team. You've heard stories and they weren't nice. Looks like he was trained well already, and that shit was sad. What a waste. A beautiful human being with such a nasty, sick mindset. You hoped other girls hadn't fallen for his shit.

Ugh, it sends shivers down your spine. Bad shivers.

"Hello? Y/N?"

"Kook, can you come pick me up please?"

"Yeah, yeah. Of course. Where are you?"

"I'll drop my location. Please hurry." You say, looking back to make sure your coast was clear. You drop the pin into your text thread with Jungkook and sit on the curb until his arrival. It's getting pretty chilly out, and the denim jacket you're wearing fails to provide you with the warmth you're looking for. Sooner or later, Jungkook is pulling up, damn near hopping out before he can shift the gear into park.

"You okay? What happened?" He says, opening the door for you before rushing over to the driver's seat.

"Nothing, can we just go back to your place?" He nods silently, and doesn't press any further after hearing your tone. He watches from his peripherals how you fiddle with your fingers and constantly reach to pull your skirt down even though he doesn't think there's any other way you could pull it down even more. He watches as he parks the car on the curb in front of his apartment how you simply undo your seatbelt and hop out to walk straight into his apartment. He watches as you welcome yourself into his closet and pick out some clothes for you to change in.

You were hurt, and his blood boils thinking about who could've done this and what they could have possibly done.

I mean, no. He knows who did this, but the question was what exactly did he try?

He hears the shower turn on, then quickly get turned off after a good 5 minutes. You had stepped in for a quick body shower, using Jungkook's bodywash just to rid yourself of feeling gross. Feeling gross from being shoulder to shoulder all night long, people breathing down your neck. Kang touching you inappropriately. You slip into Jungkook's clothes, his scent wrapping around you entirely. When you head back into the room, Jungkook has his headset back on as he faces his computer, logging back onto his game of League of Legends. You silently toss your dirty clothes to the side of his room, making a mental note to grab it tomorrow morning and toss it straight into the laundry.

Straight into a fire, perhaps. But you loved those clothes so much, it was unfortunate it'd have such a horrible memory to go with it.

Jungkook slowly removes his headset again and removes himself from his game before he heads over and sits on the edge of his bed. You simply look at him, pursing your lips tightly together to prevent yourself from crying.

But he can tell.

"What happened Y/N?" The question triggers you, making you cry into your hands as he sits there, dumbfounded and worried at how he can fix this and make you feel better. "Look, you don't have to tell me all the details but please tell me how I can help. At least tell me if I need to beat Kang's ass." He says, pulling you into his arms.

"He tried to fucking take advantage of me." You mumble as you remove your face from your hands.

"He did what?" He manages to ask even though he has a hard time swallowing the lump that formed in his throat. He already assumed you had placed him in the same category as Kang even though he never intended to take advantage of you. He really took that night as something special [even drunk], and he never meant to make you feel like you were a used object. Not like Kang.

"He-he," You sniffed. "He tried to force me into having sex with him. He took me upstairs at that lacrosse guy's party or whoever the hell it even was, and he started to aggressively kiss me. And then he tried to force my panties down and touch me there, and—"

"Okay, please don't go on or else I'll literally go over there and tear his ass apart right now. I promise you." He says sternly, his jaw clenching tightly. "God, fuck. I'm so sorry Y/N. I can't apologize on his behalf but fuck, you didn't deserve that." He uses his sweater to wipe your tears.

"I don't even know why I'm crying, this shit isn't even worth it." You groaned. "It's just overwhelming to process, I guess."

"That's okay." He says, letting out a sigh as he brushes his hand through your hair and continues to wipe the stragglers falling from your eyes. "Anything I can get you right now?"

"No, I'm probably just gonna go to bed." He nods. "Thank you for picking me up."

"Of course. You know I'll always be there." He says. You slip yourself into his sheets, watching as he makes his way back to his desk. But fuck, the only thing you needed right now was him. You didn't want this distance anymore, and you just wanted to be comforted in true Jungkook fashion.

"Wait."

"Hm?" He hums as he has a hand placed on the  head of his chair while he turns to you.

"Can you just lay with me?"

"Yeah." He says, shutting off his computer before making his way over to you in the dark. You feel him slip in next to you, his arm snaking around your shoulders so he can pull you close and onto his chest. "Better?"

"Yeah." You say, shutting your eyes as you listen to his heart beat.

"Y/N."

"Yeah?"

"I never meant to take advantage of you, or make you feel like I used you that one night." Silence. "It was dumb of me, but I just— I had trouble coming to terms with my feelings. I was scared that you wouldn't feel the same way, but I thought fuck it, at least you would know, right?"

"What are you talking about, Kook?" You ask, close to a whisper.

"I'm saying that I really fucking like you, Y/N. No, that's not right." He curses himself. "I-I uh, I'm in love with you. And I don't know if I messed this up already with the way I acted, god I hope not, but you at least deserve to know that I truly do value you and that you mean alot to me. That night, even though we were pretty plastered, it meant a lot to me. It was more than just sex and I'm sure you felt that too." He waits for your response as his fingers rake through your hair. "Please say something, anything."

"I feel the same way, Jungkook. You're an idiot for running off, but I couldn't even stay mad at you. You just know how to hit my soft spots and I can never say no to it. Can never turn my back on it." He presses a kiss against the top of your head.

"Fuck, I'm really glad to hear that cause I don't know what I would have done besides cry if you rejected me." You playfully hit his chest.

"You're annoying." You jokingly say as you chuckle.

"I'm sorry. I really am. I never wanted to hurt you."

"It's okay." You look up to press your lips against his before laying back down.

"And Kang better be fucking glad you're pressed against my body right now because I'm still looking to beat his ass."

"He's not even worth it." Is the last thing you say before you find yourself drifting into a deep sleep, in the comfort of Jungkook's arms.

"You two feeling okay? Nervous?" You and Jungkook shake your heads. "Good, you guys got this. You've been looking amazing during practice, the audience will love you two, no doubt. Just remember to show emotions through expressions and hit every beat sharply." Hoseok nods in unison with the both of you.

"Got it, thanks Hobi." You smile at him toothlessly. You and Jungkook patiently waited for your turn backstage, the talent show already off to a wild and fun start. So many students came by to showcase their talents - from beatboxing, open mic, freestyling [like Yoongi did], dancing, singing, you name it. It was always a fun time at the talent show, and it was always nice to see people getting love for the shit they loved to do.

"You're up next." Hoseok says. "I'll be in the front row. Kick ass and have fun!" He says as he rushes off towards the opposite end to head back out to his seat in the theater.

"Ready?" Jungkook holds out his hand for you to take.

"I think so." You playfully respond as the backstage crew is rushing out the previous talent and rushing you two in to take your places on stage. The lights pick up as soon as the music starts, Kang's big ass head already in full view for you. He's definitely not smiling, no, he has a look of pure disgust because he simply couldn't get what he wanted from you.

And boy, who's fault was that? Not yours, no sir. It was his fault for thinking he had it like that.

But anyways, you're feeling the music, you're feeling the piece because you're dancing with your bestfriend and there wasn't this grey area anymore. It was easier to get into the motions, to get into the feeling, especially when things felt right between the two of you.

And God, what else is more attractive than Jeon Jungkook hitting his 8 counts so smoothly, with just enough umph to make it pop but make it pop cleanly.

Yo, please. I beg. Send some help. You could literally melt on stage.

The moments where Jungkook has to be close to you, where he has to touch you - you let him, and you touch him with meaning. You don't stray away this time because you have no reason to. The crowd is cheering, lots of 'ou's' and 'aw's' erupting from various places in the theater.

"Pretty lady." Jungkook whispers in your ear as the move requires his hands to be placed on your hips for a quick moment. You hear him slightly singing along to the song as he parts from you, causing you to blush.

Sooner or later, the couple piece is over and the song is transitioning to Jimin's piece, you and Jungkook rushing off the stage so the next group can take their positions. Jimin wanted to test his limits, creating a piece a little different than his usual taste - Chris Brown's Came to Do begins blaring through the theater speakers. You immediately jump into Jungkook's arms once you both reach backstage, the both of you immensely happy and pumped that you got through the piece without messing up one step or beat. It went so smoothly that Hoseok was standing in the front row, clapping and cheering in typical Hoseok fashion. You intertwine your fingers with his, slipping through the side door to catch Jimin's piece on stage. You and Jungkook are cheering them on, always impressed by the shit your friends can come up with. You both loved dancing, but you couldn't even imagine coming up with your own pieces to teach people.

That night after the show, everyone heads to a nearby restaurant for dinner with everyone. You all take up almost an entire section of the restaurant, splitting two long tables to accommodate the entire group with doubled the waitresses to take your orders. You settle for water, splitting an abnormally huge and filled deep dish pizza with Jimin, Kass and Jungkook. It was a good day, a good night, everyone at the table happily eating and chatting it up over dinner. You turn down any drinks because to be honest, drinks lowkey make you queasy just from the thought of how much you drank at Jungkook's apartment, plus the added bonus of that party Kang took you to. Jungkook declines as well, knowing he has to drive you back safely.

Jimin and Kass head back to the apartment because Yoongi says he's gonna hang out with Joon And Hoseok for a bit, and they warn you and Jungkook that things may get loud so the both of you decide to really stick to the plan of bringing you back to the dorm. Jungkook does his usual routine of dropping you off first before finding parking around campus. You hop in the shower and come out in Jungkook's oversized crewneck that he left in your closet, forgoing the shorts because you certainly thing that at this point, he'd love to see you in his sweater and panties.

And he does. He smiles as he pulls you close, his hands traveling up your sweater, only to find out that you literally don't have shit on besides some cute little boyshorts. He feels himself hardening in his pants quick because he's incredibly attracted to you and everything about you, always has been, always will be.

"You did amazing tonight." He says, gently kissing your forehead.

"You did too, partner." He gives you a slightly shocked look.

"Is that all I am to you? Your dance partner?"

"Yeah, why? Were you expecting more?" You joke as you smile up at him.

"Yeah, I was."

"Oh?" He gently swoops you up into his arms, your legs wrapped tightly around his torso as he sits you on the bed, his hands resting on your thighs while you continued to hold him around the neck. "Care to tell me what you were expecting?"

"Well, you know, my best friend—" He presses a kiss against your lips, thumbs gently rubbing circles against your hips. "My girlfriend."

"Hm, say that again?" Your fingers are gently playing with the ends of his hair, your lips barely grazing his.

"My girlfriend." He says closed to a whisper, kissing you softly. The kiss deepens quick, Jungkook's tongue lining your bottom lip as his way of asking for permission to take it further. You gladly take it and let him in, your tongues instantly fighting for dominance. Your fingers travel up his hair, tugging ever so slightly just to let him know you want more. That you need more.

And he gets that.

His fingers hook onto the band of your boyshorts, tugging them down and letting them fall down your legs and onto the floor. He breaks the kiss momentarily, his brown, puppy dog eyes looking straight into yours.

"Hey." He says, brushing the hair out of your face.

"Hm?"

"I know I said the last time was special, and it was. It is." He corrects himself. "But, I wanna do right by you this time around. So, is it okay if I keep going? Are you comfortable?" He asks properly, since the two of you are both sober and perfectly coherent, aware of your surroundings and the fact that you'll be seeing each other fully naked in a few minutes.

"Yes." You respond. "Yes, I want you to keep going. I want you. This." He simply nods, bringing his lips back onto yours. His hands climb up your sweater and gently gives your breasts a good squeeze, earning a small moan from the both of you. His other hand begins to travel down to your pussy, two long fingers slowly probing your entrance and causing your breathing to hitch.

"You okay?" He asks lowly. You nod, biting onto your bottom lip as you tilt your head back and rest on your hands, no longer able to keep up with the kiss due to all the pleasure starting to pile up deep in your core. Jungkook starts of slow, his head now buried into the crook of your neck as he works his digits upward, tickling at the right spot.

"Ohhhh, Kook." You mewl as his tongue swipes across the surface of your neck, biting gently beneath your jaw. He begins to pick up the pace, the sounds of him finger fucking you filling up the room entirely.

"Fuck, you're so wet baby." He groans into your neck.

"I'm gonna cum." You whine, teeth almost piercing through your bottom lip in between your whimpers.

"Need to taste you." He removes his fingers and sinks down in between your thighs, gripping onto them and pulling you just a teensy bit more off the edge of the bed so he can get a good angle. The sight of his eyes looking up at you in between your legs is to die for, and the sight alone is enough to make you cum. But, you hold on, you ride out for a little longer - feeling Jungkook's tongue swipe in and out of your folds before he's sucking endlessly on your clit.

"Ahhh, fuck, wait, Jungkook!" He slightly smiles while eating you out, signaling that he's not stopping even if you beg him to. "Hnnng—shit!" You moan loudly as you feel yourself toppling over the edge, your body shaking in Jungkook's grip. You twitch every time he continues to suck gently on your sensitive nub, letting you ride out the rest of your high. He comes back up to your lips, the taste of your own cum lingering on it as you kiss him deeply.

"You taste so good." He says, back to twirling your nipples in between his fingers.

"Wanna feel you." You fiddle with his jeans, undoing his belt and sliding the rest down as much as you could. Jungkook gets out of his shirt and tosses it aside before helping get the sweater above your head. His eyes glow at the sight of your bare body in front of him, wanting to do nothing but please you and please you well.

"God, you're so perfect." He places kisses down your collarbone, to the surface of your breasts before quickly swirling his tongue around your perked buds. You moan as you tug down onto his boxer briefs, immediately stroking his hardened member while he tended to you. Jungkook was a fucking beauty himself - his soft hair, his perfectly toned body, his long 'thick in all the right places' dick.

"Please." You plead. "I want you inside of me." You whimper, causing Jungkook's breathing to hitch when you slightly tighten your grip at the base of his shaft. He gently pushes your hand aside to take over, lining himself up at your entrance. He inserts the tip, watching your eyes roll to the back of the head as he slowly sinks into you.

"Mmmmmgod." He moans. "So tight for me, baby. So fucking wet and tight." He repeats, close to a growl. Your moaning begins to pick up, matching the pace of his thrusting. You're still on the edge of the bed, Jungkook keeping you steady by gripping your thighs tightly. He marvels at the sight of your titties bouncing up and down with every thrust, hissing and shutting his eyes momentarily to keep himself grounded and to prevent himself from coming too quickly. Cause god, he can literally blow any second now.

"Jungggggkooook, yessssss!" You moan loudly, whining even at this point with how good he feels fucking into you at such a fast pace. You're feeling slightly sore already from him hammering into you, but nonetheless, it builds more pleasure for you and you want nothing but to reach your high again. "I-I'm coming!" Jungkook moans in unison with you when he feels your walls pulsating against his cock.

"Such a good girl for me." He says, slowing his pace. The creamy sounds of Jungkook's cock slipping inside and out is music to the both of your ears. He finally gains the courage to remove himself, sitting next to your spot on the edge of the bed and pulling you onto his lap. You swing a leg over, your hands resting on the nape of his neck while you sink yourself lower onto his length. Your mouth opens to let out a moan, but the best you can do is let out a hiss. It feels too fucking good that you can't even process it thoroughly. Jungkook pushes your lips down onto his by grabbing your neck, his other hand guiding the movement of your hips as you roll into him.

"Mmmggg—Jungkook." You whimper in between kisses. "You feel so fucking good, god. You're gonna make me cum again."

"Yeah, cum for me. Cum all over me. It's yours." He grunts, his hands guiding you to work him faster. Your movements are getting sloppier, and you feel your wetness starting to coat his pelvis. He doesn't give a fuck though, and neither do you. This shit feels too good for you to worry about the mess you're making on him.

"Cum with me please." He moans at the sound of you whispering into his ear.

"Faster, baby." He says, almost making you cry at how awfully close you are to unraveling. You tug onto his hair, your head buried deep into his neck as you try and suck onto the surface, trying to find an outlet, some kind of release, until you let go. You suck harshly as you coat his cock with your cum, leaving a purple mark right at the base of his neck. You continue to ride out your high, rolling your hips sloppily as Jungkook finally lets himself go, his moan bouncing off of your walls as his seed fills you up warmly.

You stay in your position, slowly raising your head to cup his cheeks and kiss him deeply once more.

"Fuck, I love you." He says slightly pulling away.

"I love you too." You giggle.

"Didn't actually need any drinks to do this now, did we?" Jungkook jokes, softly pinching your hip.

"Shut up."

"Damn, you both couldn't even at least try to be quiet?!" Jimin yells from outside the door.

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[aestheticsuwu]

Put your hands in my inner thighs

Robby Keene x Doug Rickenberger

Jock!Doug x Bad boy!Robby

[Unrequited Love/ but not really ]

.......

If you would catch sight of a football player some things come to mind ; the guy was probably a jerk , had a cheerleader as a girlfriend or someone popular . The typical stereotypes and well that was Doug .

He was blessed with height , strength and he didnt think he would qualify for ugly . He was lucky he was part of the Cobras , he worked hard everyday to keep his position on the team .

Unlike what his parents would say .

His girlfriend always cheering him on the sidelines , he knew deep down he felt bad for just dating her for the status but then again she wasn't so innocent either .

In other words she was a bitch .

He always felt her and Kyler suited together , match made in hell . After all she took Kyler side instead of Sam when the two broke up , Yasmine always trash talked her for dating Miguel that quick .

He didn't see the problem but then again he shouldn't compare the star player of the football team relationship to him dating a bitch , not only that but cheating on her with a type of person she hates the most .

She called them the rejects , Yasmine and Tory had some beef with each other but it wasn't new news everyone hated Yasmine even her own friends . 

Within Tory friends was Hawk , who was also in the football team and dating the nerd  Demetri that was friends with Sam . Moon is Tory's girlfriend and ex friend of Yasmine .

More reasons for Yasmine to hate Tory  , there were more but he doesn't quite know their names .

He could care less but there was one that stood out from the group hidding under the dark clothing and wannabe mean expression were the cutest puppy dog eyes he'd seen .

Not only the boy was the problem of sexual frustrations but the son of his coach , but somehow Robby knew how to sneek under his skin .

The thing that they had going on wasn't something he can actually put a name to without sounding to raunchy . They would fool around especially when Robby knew he had to be with Yasmine , and the other half was spent fighting because he was being a dick . Vice Versa

......

Robby is hard to describe , not even himself can describe himself . One thing for sure was that he's always angry , it would with his dad , with Miguel exsisting and trying to take his place , or with himself for falling for the biggest asshole .

That wasn't part of his plan , nor the outcome he was hoping for . He guessed it was karma .

The original plan was to ruin his dad team by making Miguel fall for him and make him leave the team and then dump his ass . Soon he had to change his plan once Sam and Miguel started dating , and for his love for Sam he left that alone .

That's until his dad started dating Miguels mom and well his anger came back with full force . He thought his dad was trying to get rid of him and his mom at the time .

He set his eyes on the new member of the team and the real icing of the cake was that he was dating the biggest bitch of Highschool .

Soon enough he had Doug wrapped around his finger not only was he going to complete his plan but he could have some fun .

That was the goal until his dad finally accepted his feelings for his enemy Daniel LaRusso.  Mr. L made his dad change for the better , his dad even now made time for him to work on their relationship for the better .

Then he decided to end things with Doug , he didn't need him anymore except his heart had a different opinion . 

He tried but he couldn't help but end up back to Dougs arms , hurting himself when Yasmine flaunt her boyfriend in front of him . Knowing with a broken heart that Doug didn't love his puppy dog eyes but only loved being between his thighs .

...

 " God your such a dick you know that , you only care to get your dick wet while your girlfriend is busy spreading her legs to someone else . You don't even think for a second how much it hurts me when flaunt her when im around  . I hate you so much , I Hate You ! "

" You where the one who told me that this was nothing , That we were just  fooling around .  I have tried many times breaking up with Yasmine but you have gone with guys and girls like you don't care whats going on between us .

....

" Does she make you feel like this ? "

" No . "

" Do you love her ? "

Running down his hand down Dougs chest he tightens his legs on the the latter's waist , waiting for the response that could possibly break his heart.

" No . "

He feels their breath combine to one. looking up at  he sees Doug's eyes darken by lust and he knows his are the same .

" Want me to be only yours ?"

He feels Doug squeeze his upper thighs trailing his hand   up to his chest until they reach his face . 

He gets a nod in response , he smiles and pulls the other boy closer .

Doug lowers himself and balances himself on his arm to lean closer to leave trails of kisses in between Robbys neck and jaw .

He answers Robby questions truthfully , wanting to give him everything  .

The blonde lips just looks sinful , bitten and swollen he can't help but touch them softly . He kisses him again receiving a soft moan in response while moving his hip meeting the latter movements .

He can't help but ask a question himself while having Robby nails run down his back . The noises that were coming from the shorter boy was driving him crazy .

" Are you mine ? "

" Always "

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[breanime]

How about for the Bre's Boys how they react to their toddler saying they want a boyfriend ❤️ I love your writing and the Bre's Boys are perfect!

Billy Russo: Billy doesn’t look up from his newspaper. “No,” he says. You hold back a laugh as you watch your daughter, a Russo in every way, waddle up to him and slap him on the knee. “I want a boyfriend, Daddy!” She declares again. “No boyfriends,” Billy says back. “I want one!” She stomps her little foot, and you cover your laugh with your hand. “No,” he says again. She climbs on his lap, and he puts his paper down. “I want a boyfriend right now, Daddy!” He sighs. “Fine... Daddy will be your boyfriend.”

Logan Delos: “Boys are overrated,” he says, picking your daughter up and plops her down on his lap. “You see this?” He gestures to his laptop. “This is all that matters... You wanna help Daddy run the company?” “Yes!” She nods, her little face serious as she starts clicking away. Logan turns to you with a triumphant grin. “You know that’s only gonna work for maybe... one more year,” you say. He kisses her on her chubby cheek. “I’ll have a new strategy ready by then.”

Jax Teller: When you come home, Jax is on his knees holding your daughter as she cries her little heart out. “What’s going on?” You ask. He sighs, rubbing her back. “She’s throwing a tantrum cause I told her she can’t have a boyfriend.” “Why not?” “Because she’s four,” he said back. You laughed. “Okay, how about this princess,” he said, turning back to your daughter, “You can have a boyfriend, but I get to pick him.” She sniffled. “I wan’ Uncle Chibs to be my boyfriend.” Jax made a face, and you laughed. Her little chin started to wobble, and he kissed her nose. “Yeah, okay, sure, Chibs can be your boyfriend...” He looked over at you as your daughter hugged him. “Chibs can never know.”

Coco Cruz: Letty is laughing her ass off, but Coco is having an existential crisis. “Daddy, I want a boyfriend!” Your daughter demands. “And I want a husband! And a wife!” “A-and a wife?” He splutters. “Yes! I want two husbands and two boyfriends and two girlfriends and a wife!” She says back, and she turns to you. “Mama, will you marry me?” Coco laughs now. “She’s already married to me!” He protests. “No! Mama is mine! And Sissy is mine! And Daddy is mine! Mine! Mine! Mine!” And thus begun the ‘mine’ phase.

Angel Reyes: “No.” “Yes!” “No boyfriend.” “Yes boyfriend!” “Hell no.” “Hell yes!” You spit out your drink, laughing at your daughter as Angel shakes his head. “No way!” “Yes way!” “No!” “Daddy, yes!” She screams, her voice so high it could shatter glass. You shake your head, go to the kitchen, and grab a glass of wine. This could take a while. Fifteen minutes later, Angel was still saying no as your daughter jumped on his back and said yes. Both of them were true Reyes, never giving up. Your daughter woke you up the next morning by climbing into bed with you and forcing Angel’s eye open. “YES.”

Miguel Galindo: “Do you have enough money for a boyfriend?” He asks coolly. Your daughter pauses, her teddy bear sinking to the floor as she thinks. “How much moneys does a boyfriend cost?” “3 million moneys,” Miguel answers. Her lip juts out. “I don’t have 3 million moneys,” she cries, eyes watering. “That’s okay,” Miguel says, picking her up and kissing her face, “Daddy will be your boyfriend.” She sniffles, and you smile as you watch them. “You will?” “Mm hmm...” “Okay,” she smiles, “Daddy, will you buy me a puppy? You have to do it cause you’re my boyfriend!” You and Miguel erupt in laughter. 

Nick Amaro: “But you already have a boyfriend, baby.” Your daughter’s eyes go wide. “I do? WHO?” You roll your eyes with a smile. “Don’t tell me you’re one of those Dads,” you tease. Nick sticks his tongue out at you. “Jesus is your boyfriend!” He tells your daughter. “Oh...” She tilts her head to the side. “...so does that mean I’m rich?”

Johnny Tuturro: You have your phone out, recording everything. Johnny is holding your daughter, and they’re arguing about her dating. “You can’t have a boyfriend until you’re 83!” He said. “I want a boyfriend now!” She screams back. “Daddy is your boyfriend until you’re 83!” “No!” “Okay, Uncle Mike!” “Nooooo, he’s so olllld!” You laugh, and she turns to you, looking directly at the camera. “When I get a boyfriend, I’m gonna beat him up!” You and Johnny burst into laughter. “Oh, well, in that case...”

Rio: “Why do you want a boyfriend?” He asks, smiling. “Cause I already drewed it!” Your daughter answers. She grabs her drawing and thrusts it into his face. “See, Daddy! That’s you and Mommy holding hands, that’s Marcus and his boyfriend...” “Interesting,” Rio nods. “...and that’s me and my boyfriend!” Rio squints. “What’s that on his neck?” “A birdie drawing! Just like the one you have!” She laughs, patting his tattoo. You watch Rio melt. “Oh... Okay, you can have a boyfriend...” “I can?” “When the bird on my neck gets up and starts flying.” “But...when will that happen?” He smiles, sitting back. “We’ll have to wait and see, baby girl.”

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[oxiosa]

brarg 25

25. Do you want it on your back or would you like to be on your stomach?

Luciano is not sure what he was thinking when he agreed to this.

Well, that’s actually an understatement; he clearly wasn’t thinking. Spending most of his time surrounded by crazy tattoo artists who use their own bodies as sketchbooks has clouded his judgment. There is otherwise no explanation as to why he has agreed to Martín’s stupid bet.

The wager was simple enough; Argentina and Brazil had a friendly match, which as always didn’t held very friendly spirits among fans at all. If Argentina lost the match, Martín would have to add to his numerous collection a tattoo related to Luciano’s homeland. If Brazil lost, then Luciano would have to get a tattoo related to Martín’s.

Brazil had had a last minute defeat, and now Luciano has to honour his word and get a permanent tattoo related to fucking Argentina of all places. As if Martín’s goading after the match weren’t enough.

Martín had given him a few days to think it over, and last night Luciano had finally showed him the design he had chosen. Martín had made a few adjustments, but had approved of it with a smile and the promise to work on it the very next evening.

Luciano closes the flower shop for the day - Dona Délia has started to entrust him with more and more responsibilities as she slowly lets him take charge of the shop, much to Luciano’s pride. He walks the few steps than separate him from the parlour, and stands in front of its door for a moment. He takes a deep breath and goes inside with the reluctant step of a man about to meet his doom.

Julio spares a quick glance from his phone when the door chimes, lets out a little huff and turns back his attention down once he checks it is only Luciano. His manners are better when it comes to clients, but Luciano is no client so he doesn’t bother to greet him.

“Hi, Lu!” Daniel calls for him, waving from his station.

“Hey, Dani,” Luciano waves back, but his attention is soon claimed by Martín when he all but rushes to him and greets him with a sweet kiss.

“Get a room,” Julio grunts.

“Sorry, are we getting close to your bedtime hour, Julito?” Martín snaps back, to which Julio answers with a long string of curses at him.

Daniel joins them with a smile and a backpack hanging on one shoulder. He has even more piercing than when Luciano first meet him, as impossible as that sounds.

“Let’s go?” he nods to Julio.

Julio snaps his mouth shut, and nods eagerly with a blush as he picks his own backpack and trails after Daniel. Luciano raises an eyebrow at Martín.

“Don’t give me that look, Julio wishes,” Martín replies with a roll of his eye.

Right. Luciano looks around, and then turns back to Martín.

“Sebas?”

“Already gone for the day,” Martín answers, and a slow smile spreads across his lips.

Which means they have the parlour to themselves.

Martín makes sure to turn the little “OPEN” sign on the door to “CLOSED”, shuts the door and then guides Luciano to his station. As Martín gets the machine ready, Luciano spares a glance around.

Martín’s station is surprisingly neat and organised. Luciano smiles fondly at the pictures over a cabinet; there are photos of Martín’s family, of Sebas and Dani (pictures old enough in which neither have tattoos nor piercing), but there also are a couple of photos of Luciano and the puppy they adopted no more than an year ago. He gazes towards Martín’s wall, the one covered with more pictures and sketches of tattoos Martín has worked on, a proud display of his work. Two particularly pictured stand from the rest, hanged and framed behind glass side by side while the rest is simple paper pinned to the wall – two identical floral tattoos, one on a dark forearm, the other on a fair ribcage. The sight warms Luciano’s insides, eases back his initial apprehension.

“So,” Martín prods as he slips his latex gloves on with an unnecessary snap. “Do you want it on your back or would you like to be on your stomach?”

“No sex pun intended, I’m sure,” Luciano rolls his eyes at him.

Martín snorts.

“So, where?” he insists.

As simple answer, Luciano takes his shirt off and lowers the waistband of his pants and underwear dangerously low to exposes his hipbone.

“Here.”

Martín nods in approbation and gets to work. He makes a stencil and places it over Luciano’s hipbone, rubs and presses at it. He removes it, but the drawing remains on Luciano’s skin.

“Go check it out,” he asks.

Luciano stands in front of the full-body mirror resting against the wall, and peers at his reflection.

A little elegant sun stares back at him from his hip. It looks surprisingly nice, Luciano must admit. It s innocuous enough, the sun could mean anything. It could mean Luciano likes hot weathers, or the beach, or summer, which he does. Only Martín would know the true reason behind the tattoo. And Sebastián. And Daniel. And Julio. Oh, and Miguel. Surely Manuel too. Well, basically anyone Martín talks to, but well. It could be worse. Knowing Martín, it could be much muchworse.

Luciano is lucky he is getting away with so little.

“Like it?” Martín asks.

Luciano nods. Martín takes a sit on his stool, gesture Luciano to join him on the tattoo bed. Luciano lays down, crosses his arms behind his head and stares at the ceiling.

“Take a deep breathe,” Martín says as he turns the tattoo machine on in a loud buzz. “And here we go…”

That’s all the warning he gets before he feels the tiny needles breaking into his skin. The initial pain makes him grimace, but after a moment he can relax as his body gets used to it.

“You’re lucky I’m not forcing you to get the actual Sun of May,” Martín comments as he works. “Only because I don’t want a national symbol judging me every time we fuck.”

“Oh, but I do get to have Maradona creepily starting at my ass, uh?” Luciano answers back, raising his head to frown disapprovingly at Martín.

Martín raises the machine gun and gives him a very flat very unimpressed look.

“Do you want me to tattoo the Sun of May on you?” he asks.

Luciano decides it is wiser to shut it – at least while Martín holds the tattoo machine.

Martín continues working in quiet, familiar silence. It is not the first time Luciano is under Martín’s expert hands, and he suspects it won’t be the last either. He lays there, lets Martín work as he stares at the ceiling. To the constant stabbing and buzzing eventually lead him to shut his brain off and zone out.

He is brought back to reality in a little gasp and a full body twitch when Martín’s hand casually cups the front of his pants.

“Hold still,” Martín chides sternly, keeping his focus on his work.

Luciano can’t help to side eye him with a little scepticism - he shoots a glance at the hand innocently resting between his legs, but he ultimately obeys. After all, the many tiny needles are stilling stabbing permanent ink into his flesh. They go back to their still quiet, before Martín’s hand gives the bulge in the front of Luciano’s pants a gentle squeeze and he starts lazily rubbing at it, trailing up and down.

Luciano sighs, and can’t help the cheeky smile spreading on his lips. He closes his eyes as his cock twitches with interest and a familiar warmth blooms in his lower belly. The pleasure and pain, so close in location and so far in the spectrum, mix in a very interesting cocktail he wouldn’t think possible. He grows harder and harder under Martín’s palm, but the buzzing of the tattoo machine reminds him to remain still as Martín continues working on his tattoo.

He acknowledges the elephant in the room by the time his cock is obscenely and unmistakably tenting his pants under Martín’s hand.

“Do you usually treat your clients this way?” he says, trying to go for casual.

“Now that’s some idea,” Martín replies as a twin smile curls his lips. He keep on working, doesn’t bother to look up. “’New service, tattoo with happy ending’. That’d definitely make the parlour more popular.”

Luciano knows Martín is messing with him, and still can’t help the possessive twinge of jealousy stabbing at his side, sharper than the needling on his skin.

“I’m sure Sebastián would love that,” he grumbles back.

“It can be my little secret way to earn juicy tips,” Martín teases.

Luciano does glare at him this time, and Martín has the gall to look up and give him a highly amused smile. He turns the machine off, leaves it on his tattoo trolley and, giving Luciano’s erection one last squeeze, he stands.

Luciano can’t help to raise half of his body on his elbows too peer down.

“You done?” he asks.

“Not quite yet,” Martín answers, takes Luciano by the neck and kisses him.

It has very little finesse, straight to the point – it is wet and open and hot, and Martín pushes his tongue inside Luciano’s mouth to feel what is his favourite piercing Luciano has gotten so far. As they kiss, Martín’s free hand slides inside Luciano’s underwear, pushes the waistband down and lets Luciano’s erection spring free. Martín takes him in his hand, and Luciano groans despite the unfamiliar strange feeling of his latex glove on him. Martín closes his hand around him, and Luciano fucks into it. Pre-cum makes the slide of his cock into Martín’s tight fist smooth and easy, but he is not sure how he feels about the artificial texture of the latex, about the lack of skin contact. He has little time to decide as Martín insistent tugging pushes him closer and closer to orgasm, until Luciano closes his fist around Martín’s arm and comes with a moan in his gloved hand.

Martín gives him one last peck on the lips and pulls away. Luciano lets him go, tries to catch his breath as he watches him walk to one of his cabinets and open a drawer. Luciano gives Martín’s wide handsome back one last appreciative look before remembering the tattoo. He peers down at the finished work, right next to his exposed softening spent cock.

As all of Martín’s works, it’s very nice, with clean elegant dark lines. A delicate reference that will go unnoticed.

Martín is back soon, sits back on his stool with a tissue box and a tube of ointment and bandages. He holds the tissue box up for Luciano, who accepts it with a nod of thanks and cleans the cum off his skin and tucks himself back inside his underwear. Meanwhile, Martín gently rubs the ointment over Luciano’s new tattoo and proceeds to bandage it.

“Remove the bandage after 24 hours,” he recites mechanically, as Luciano has heard him do a hundred times before. “Wash it with cool water and antimicrobial soap, pat-dry it gently and apply a layer of antibacterial ointment twice a day. No tight clothes, no hot showers, no sun for about 2 weeks.”

Luciano has to snort.

“You live with me,” he points out.

“So what? I have to be the one taking care of it?” Martín smirks as he finishes patching him up.

“Well, yes,” Luciano replies. “You’re the expert here, and I’m your boyfriend.”

Martín gives him an inelegant snort. He runs his thumb gently and fondly over the bandage, and gives Luciano one last quick. Luciano catches him by the arm, doesn’t let him get away, and tries to deepen the kiss. Martín indulges in, and only pulls away and stands back when Luciano reaches for his belt. He takes Luciano’s hand in his and entwines their fingers together to raise them to his face and place an apologetic kiss on Luciano’s knuckles with a clear message; not now.

So Luciano lets him go, and Martín slides out of reach with a soft fond smile.

Luciano sits up and puts his shirt back on. He watches Martín move around his working station in a well-practiced routine; he takes off his soiled gloves and throws them away, cleans his station and puts everything away, leaving the space clean and neat for another day of work next morning.

Once he is done, they head out.

“Can’t wait for the rematch,” Luciano comments as Martín closes the parlour’s front door.

Martín hums in agreement. Once the door is locked and secured, he slips the keys inside his pocket and curls his arm around Luciano’s shoulder. He pulls him close and they walk away, back home.

“Maybe I can convince you to get a Messi tattoo next,” Martín says with a dramatic dreamy sigh.

Luciano elbows him.

“You should be the one thinking what to get when Brazil wins next match,” he replies.

“I could get ‘7-1’ as tramp stand…” Martín hums thoughtfully.

“I will dump your stupid ass, Martín,” Luciano threatens darkly.

Martin laughs, tugs him closer and lowers his head to kiss his hair.

“Sure thing, sunshine,” he smiles down at him with a bright happy glint in his eyes.

Luciano doesn’t have it in him to complain; he guesses he has earned the nickname, after all.

#I didn't think I'll ever go back to this AU but here we are ♥ #this was very fun :D #brarg #latin hetalia #myfics

[lenfaz]

La Incondicional, 1/2

CS Top Gun AU:  Emma Swan is one year away from finishing pilot academy before she meets someone that will change it all.

Dedicated to @captainswanandclintasha as a Hub Santa gif. You can watch the terrible 80s video that was inspiration in here: La Incondicional (Luis Miguel)  So you can get an idea, Luis Miguel was the bomb in the 80s and 90s. He was like Ricky Martin’s rival in popularity. The shock for a certain part in this video was HUGE. 

All the thanks in the world to @sambethe for beta and hand-holding duties

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She should have known, it was the bar all the pilots hung out at after all. Passing through or stationed, they all eventually found themselves at the same place. Emma herself had been a regular since she joined the Academy. And even now, in her last year, she still found herself here more nights than she’d like to admit. It was overrated - peanut shells littering the floor, pool tables in desperate need of refelting, and a beer selection that would make you wince - but the music was good, the drinks cheap, and it gave her the chance to scout the future competition.

From across the bar, she spotted him as he walked in. Even without a uniform or the standard jacket with patches, she’d know what he was. Everything about him screamed pilot, from his snug jeans and grey t-shirt to his black leather jacket and hair just a touch longer than regulation. He oozed speed, danger, and a little bit of recklessness. Emma’s favorite brand of sex appeal. If she had to guess, she wouldn’t peg him for a rookie. He seemed too old, not enough of that overeager puppy expression that the boys in their first year of training couldn’t seem to shake. That and the lines on his face and the set of his jaw spoke of experience. Might be that he was one of the many who came to town between missions, give themselves a chance to let loose while they awaited further instructions. Maybe a chance for something else.

There was only one way to find out.

It didn’t take long for his gaze to linger, mirroring the way hers had been fixated on him for the last few minutes. He seemed to take the hint when he raised an eyebrow at her and she smirked. He moved towards her with a swagger that drew the attention of more than one woman at the bar. However, his eyes remained on her, making her feel his heat long before he reached her side.

“Tell me something, love,” he said as he placed his beer on the bar and leaned next to her. “What do the blokes who try to hit on you usually say?”

Emma twisted her lips and pretended to give the question some thought. “It would start with something like… I’m about to be shipped off on a secret mission, will only be in town for a few days...” She circled the rim of his beer with her finger before lifting her eyes to meet his. They were a deep blue and rimmed with tiny gold flecks and he had dark, thick eyelashes that were a perfect, tempting combination.

He cocked an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching in a self-deprecating way. “Oh. I see.” His hand hovered just out of reach of where hers had wrapped around the neck of his beer bottle. “So my own story has been told so many times before that you probably wouldn’t believe me even if I swore by it.”

She laughed and knew shouldn’t let him go on. He was the worst kind of trouble. But she’d done nothing but deal with intensive training and detailed flying lessons for weeks now and she needed an excuse to unwind. If he truly wasn’t going to be in town for long, it would be perfect. They could be like two ships passing in the night. Simple, uncomplicated, and from the self-confidence he was exuding, a lot of fun.

“You’re a pilot.” She didn’t need to phrase it as a question.

“The best one you’ll ever meet.”

She brought his beer to her mouth, keeping her eyes steady on his as he zeroed in on the movement. “Cocky?” she asked and took a sip.

It took him a moment to find his voice, but when he did, it was a sultry whisper that hit parts of her she swore had been dormant for a long time. “Just honest.”

His gaze traveled across her face before he scooted his stool closer to hers, his thigh brushing hers as he settled back into his seat.

“Killian Jones, codename Hook.” He darted out his hand and waited for her.

She put down his beer and took his hand. “Emma Nolan, codename Swan.” Instead of shaking her hand, though, he took it to his lips and pressed a soft kiss to her knuckles. His eyes lifted to meet hers and she was struck by the intensity of his gaze, the air surrounding them warming a few degrees.

“Pilot too, huh?”

“Just one more year at the academy before I graduate.”

“Tell me, Swan,” he asked as he slowly lowered their hands and leaned closer. “You already spend your days surrounded by all this testosterone, aren’t you tired of it? Why come here and hook up with them?”

She tilted her head and gave him a slow smile. “What makes you think I come here to hook up with them? I come to see them crash and burn as they try to hit on me and come up short.”

It could have been a direct cut. Several men - most of them - would have found her approach brash and off-putting. Several men had. But it seemed Killian Jones wasn’t most men. He stared at her, one eyebrow arching playfully as he picked up the bottle she had just taken a drink out of. “So you mean to tell me you’ve never bedded a pilot?”

The way he said it, his voice low, raspy and plainly sinful, made Emma’s knees buckle. She cleared her throat, her tongue darting out to wet her lips, forcing his eyes focus on her mouth. “What? Do you think I’m missing out?”

The way his tongue wrapped around the head of his beer bottle was probably illegal in most states. When he was done swallowing, he shrugged his shoulder in a movement that was clearly carefully planned and executed. “Maybe.”

Emma knew all about pilots. Knew the adrenaline kick they lived for. She was one of them after all. There was that brief moment where a split-second decision could mean life or death. There was that thrill of living on the edge, knowing when to dive and when to pull back.

Right now felt like one of those moments. And in that split-second, she made her choice.

“Can I buy you another beer, Hook?”

His lips curved in the most wicked smile she’d ever seen up close. “Direct. I like it.” His fingers brushed hers as he pressed himself against her. “How about some rum instead?”

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It wasn’t long before she found herself in his hotel room, her back pressed against the wall as he kissed down her neck and rutted his hips against hers. His hands roaming up the sides of her thighs and the expanse of her stomach before he tucked his thumb behind each of the buttons of her shirt, dragging it open and down her arms. She tilted her head back, trying to take a breath as his fingers traced along the sides of her bra, teasing at the skin beneath the clasp before he opened it. All she managed to do was let out a soft moan when he pushed the fabric aside and wrapped his lips around her nipple, his tongue circling her before he bit down.

One hand gripped his shoulder and she pressed the other against the wall as he made his way down her ribcage and to her navel, his tongue swirling and teeth nipping. She could feel his smile again the skin above the waist of her jeans as his fingers worked her zipper open and he lowered her jeans and panties. He drew one leg over his shoulder as he had her step out of her jeans, drawing her closer to him.

His tongue on her, his fingers worked her until she came screaming his name, her body shivering as he stroked her through her high. When she was able to open her eyes again, he was looking at her through hooded eyes.

“Bed?” he asked, his voice thick with desire.

She pulled him back to his feet, crashing her mouth to his in a fierce kiss, her hands undoing the fly of his jeans and cupping him through his briefs. “I can’t wait that long…”

He chuckled, reaching for his wallet and removing a condom. “Maybe for round two then?”

“Definitely for round two.”

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At some point in the night, somewhere after round two, Killian drifted to sleep, pulling her towards him. Feeling her eyelids grow heavy as she dozed herself, Emma contemplated leaving the bed, making good in her rule of never staying the night. But the weight of his arm across her belly and the warmth of his chest pressed to her back felt too good. Emma sighed with contentment. She wasn’t ready to leave this bed yet.

She woke up a few hours later, with the first rays of light on her skin and his nose nuzzling the back of her neck while his hand trailed a path down her leg. She wiggled against him and smiled at his groan.

“How long are you in town?” she asked as she turned, her lips seeking his.

He brushed his lips against hers. “Through the weekend and then I’m shipping off to Top Gun.” His hand found the spot that made her see stars the previous night and he slowly stroked her, “Do you have plans for the weekend, love?”

“I’m thinking we can make the best of this.”

He smirked, his blue eyes staring intently at her. “I like the sound of that.”

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The weekend came to an end much too soon. The hours split between his hotel room and roaming the different attractions the city had to offer until finally, Emma found herself driving Killian to the airport. She stared at him as they stood at the terminal’s entrance, his duffel bag resting at his feet.

“Perhaps we can stay in touch? Meet on my next leave?” he asked, his hand reaching out to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. A big part of Emma wanted to scream yes, but her more practical side knew it wasn’t feasible, knew she’d only get hurt

She frowned. “It would only create complications and you know it. Better keep this as a good memory instead of trying to force it into something else.”

She could sense his hesitation, and for a moment she thought he might fight what she said. But she saw the moment his eyes dimmed, giving her a little shrug and a small, lopsided grin. He lifted his duffel bag and Emma knew this was the end.

But Killian Jones seemed to be one hell of a strategist, because then he reached out, his fingers tentatively caressing her face as his next words took her breath away. “Permission to think of you once in a while, Lt. Nolan?”

She wasn’t a lieutenant yet, but she let it slide. Her lips curved into a smile. “Permission granted, Lt. Jones.”

He pulled her to him, his lips crashing hers into a searing kiss that she knew was meant to leave her thinking of him as well. Killian rested his forehead against hers. “I’ll be doing that then.”

“Good”

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Three years later

The news reached her while she was on a mission in the Indian Ocean. Lt. Killian Jones had been severely injured while on a top secret mission, an accident causing his aircraft to crash on the ocean. His RIO had died on the scene while Lt Jones had sustained grave wounds. He was listed in critical condition and the military refused to provide further information to anyone other than kin relatives..

Emma had to sit as the news sank in, her heart beating frantically in her chest as her brain replayed images of their time together.

From the last time she’d seen him.

While they weren’t close, they had kept tabs on each other for the first year after their tryst, postcards from the world reaching her as he went into Top Gun and then onto several missions. After the first year, though, Emma had received her own assignments and their communication had been more sporadic. Being out of the Academy, Emma had thought about suggesting meeting up again, and it seemed that fate was on her side when she spotted him outside the base she was stationed. She was about to call out to him when she noticed the brunette at his side, leaning against him. It was clear she was more than just a fellow officer and something that felt a lot like regret passed through Emma before she turned and walked away.

That had been a year ago and a part of Emma always wondered what would have happened if she’d simply agreed to meet him on his next leave when he’d asked her.

Shaking the memories from her mind, Emma spent the next few days trying to reach Killian. She called the hospital, the base where he was stationed, and the base he was being transferred to after the hospital.

But she heard nothing.

Silence.

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I never knew you were the someone waiting for me

okay i know it’s been a long time, but i am lazy procrastinating trash and what can i do?? the good news is i passed math and i can continue my studies (what im doing rn and already regret that)

that’s all about this rant, it all is a mess yet i hope you like it and dont worry this story is gonna end soon (i’d say very soon but again, procrastinating ass) + proofread who?

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“There’s this legend telling about beginning of the universe, when everything was created. It says that atoms were created and spread around entire universe missing those atoms they were created with. Since then these atoms are wandering aroung the universe looking for their close ones, hoping they will find one day and some of them are hidden in people. So it means people are unconsciously looking for someone in entire universe, hoping that their atoms find each other one day.”

“Is that all, or is there something more?”

“Now matter how far they are, they always find a way.”

Chapter 9 /or/ about conversations, chats and debates

Matteo feels like shit.

He has no idea what to do with his life and how to live it right now, because once Luna’s eyes lie on him, she frowns and turns around, leaving the place as soon as possible. He actually feels worse than shit; he feels like trash flowing through the space without destination in the very black cosmos, probably flying towards some big ass star who will burn him. Maybe that’s better; being burned by star is better than being constantly burned alive by angry look of Simón Alvarez, the first puppy boy on Earth, as he is protecting his best friend who got hurt by evil forces.

Balsano knows what he pulled and he knows why he did that, but he’s not sure how to take it all together. This was like ultimate dick move, the thing he pulled even without knowing he was pulling that. She overheard of course in the wrong moment and he still can’t believe this. And then he ran after her, fully knowing that she is going to throw some wild shit at him, but she was surprisingly not so out of control, even if he deserved it.

The only thing that Matteo has definitely not in his grasp is the fact that he got impossibly angry out of nowhere; just like this and as soon as Luna left he was at sad peace again.

Now he is just lying in his bed with Ámbar on his right side while Gastón is sitting by the desk keeping his feet on it. Matteo doesn’t even have power to tell him to put them into his ass, away from his desk.

He covers his eyes with his arm, completely done with life and himself, his friends are talking about some shit, but Italian isn’t listening at all. Ámbar is probably cursing at Gastón for not chilling him the night after the date, while Perida is trashing blonde for being an asshole. Nothing new and nothing Matteo would like to listen to.

He is almost asleep, but he can’t really focus on just sleeping because those two suckers started talking louder.

“Shut the fuck up for a second. I want to sleep,” he growls and Ámbar kicks his ankle.

“We are trying to figure out how to save your ugly ass from shit you pulled on everyone around,” she snorts back and Matteo pouts.

“My ass isn’t ugly.” Gastón giggles at this, hiding his face in his hands, trying to avoid Matteo’s look as Italian continues. “You have never found my ass ugly, Ámbar.”

“But your inside is ugly and it makes you ugly.”

“You are ugly then too.” Perida smiles and blonde shows him middle finger. “We all are ugly guys, but stop with that foreplay, because Matteo here fell for a girl and fucked it up in the most stupid way ever-” said Matteo wants to get up, but Ámbar slaps him in the chest and he stays chill, letting Gastón continue, “- while our dear blondie here made out with guitarist when you were on your date, if I recall correctly.”

Ámbar chokes almost falling from the bed, but Balsano pulls her back with her wrist. “You never mentioned that, little queen.” He pokes her on the ribs and she curses at Gastón. “What the hell, how do you even know that?”

Perida grins at her, lacing his fingers to look somehow like professional boss or some shit, but the fact his feet are still on Matteo’s desk ruin the picture. “I know you have his beanie in your locker. And I don’t need to tell you how do I know. Tell us more important thing, does he kiss better than Matteo?”

“No one kisses better than me, bro.” Mentioned Matteo snorts and turns to Ámbar, waiting for her to answer.

She just looks at him with uninterested eyes and bitter face. “I kiss better than you, idiot. Besides, this is ridiculous. Leave me alone.” Her lips turn into small pout as she crosses her arms.

“I can’t agree with that, Ámbar. But don’t worry, you are close second from what I can tell.”

Gastón grins and sends them a wink. Matteo giggles and blonde girl has to shake her head at those two morons. “Since we already know who kisses how well, we should focus on pulling Balsano away from title of worst-almost-boyfriend of the year.”

“Could you please stop asking, Simón? I am really tired of thinking about this. Not to mention you can ask Nina, she knows it all.” Luna sighs, playing with the pencil as they three are sitting in the kitchen of Benson mansion. Girls are doing — or trying to do their homework, but it fails big time when Alvarez boy keeps attempting to find out what happened with Matteo the other day.

“I need to hear it from you, maybe Nina will mess some facts?” he asks poking her cheek with another pencil and she lets her head fall to the notebook. “I doubt that. More likely I would mess something than Nina.”

He wants to say something but Luna jumps up before he manages to. “Those exercises are  more important that being sad.” She shakes her head violently, making her hair bounce around her face and tickling her nose.

“Luna, if you want to talk-” Nina starts softly, covering Luna’s hand with her fingers softly, yet Valente keeps denying stubbornly. “There is no need, please. I just need to focus on something else while you are reminding me about this all the time.” Brunette sighs, Simón nods and Luna sighs with relief.

She really needs some distraction. At least here; at home, where there is no Matteo Balsano, no messed soulmate drama and definitely no broken hearts. There is just smell of food her mom has been preparing for dinner today, warmth and love of her friends. At this point that’s all Luna needs and she is going to be happy. The faster she gets over asshole Italian the better, no matter how much pain it’s giving her. She can’t show outside that it hurts like bitch all the time, especially after her father kept growling around that he was gonna deal with this rude boy as soon as he sees him. Knowing Matteo they won’t see each other for long time so hopefully her father will forget about his revenge plans, because getting accused of damaging teenage boy, even if he hurt his little princess, would look really bad in his files.

This week has been a mess. Real, real mess, no matter how many days have passed, she still feels like in that very moment when she heard what he really feels. And despite the fact Luna was waiting for him to say anything, to text her or just smile after their date, now she regrets her curiosity, regrets that she told him about soulmates and somehow regrets feeling everything so hard that at the very end she is all broken, shattered and she can’t get enough of the glue to put herself together.

Not that she doesn’t manage daily life, because surprisingly she really does. In class she manages to focus, and if not, Nina nudges her from time to time, or pokes, and Luna is back, away from Matteo thoughts. The same on the rink; she’s working and helping people with skating what actually helps, well, until Matteo ends up on the rink as well, but it doesn’t happen often in last days. Seems like he is avoiding her and Luna doesn’t mind that at all, no matter how much her heart screams for him longing for his touch and smile.

Only her parents seem to not accept the fact she needs to get over him. Her mother keeps sending her small sad looks, while her dad is all about his questions and reminding her to not think about the boy, what doesn’t really help, but whatever really at this point.

It’s not that Luna regrets Matteo himself. It was actually fun and she remembers it all well, happy and as positive, good time they spent together. They just finished not in the way she expected it to finish.

Yes, she has expectations. Pretty high, if you ask, but who wouldn’t after time of good friendship, not to mention that his attitude on the date was like proof that he likes her too, that he wants it to be something else; not really friendship and Luna doesn’t regret giving him the chance. She has some cute memories after him and even if she can’t look at him currently, it was nice to have him for her own just for little time and spend with him few pleasing moments she can repeat and repeat in her head before sleep, ignoring the way her brain tells her to stop.

Nina nudges her in the ribs and she jumps looking around. “What?” Just after this she notices her father leaning his hands against the table and watching her with worry in his eyes. “Are you okay? I hope you aren’t thinking of that rude boy again.” He throws as a joke and Luna smiles softly, shaking her head. Miguel moves bouncing curl of her hair behind her ear as corners of his mouth curl up slightly.  

“Of course not, dad, I was trying to solve math problem. Do you want to help me?” Luna feels half bad for pulling this on her dad, but she needs him to stop asking about Matteo, no matter how well he intends. She can’t have everyone asking about him.

“Do I look like someone who would want to do math?” Miguel laughs tapping tip of her nose gently and making Luna giggle, before he leaves her with Nina and Simón.

“You know what,” Alvarez starts while brushing his chin with his fingers, looking somehow thrice as smart as he is, “I know what to do to make you happy.”

Luna sighs and scrunches her nose in cute way. “What are you gonna do then?” she asks, but he just grins and winks at her. “That’s a secret, my friend.”

Nina snorts.

Matteo sighs, mixing his smoothie with the straw, totally tired after another sleepless night, classes at Blake and he doesn’t even feel like skating recently. He is waiting for Gastón to come here, but the asshole is late for like fifteen minutes and Matteo starts to feel impatient and annoyed.

He feels someone patting on his shoulder, so he turns around, yet as soon as he notices Simón puppy Alvarez watching him with those weird eyes, Matteo wants to get up, leave and not come back. Ever.

“I don’t have time for conversations,” he just murmurs under his breath, but guitarist apparently manages to hear that. Damn him.

“Well, no one here tells you to talk to me. You are going to listen.” Simón pouts in very Luna way, and it makes Matteo’s heart skip a beat lowkey, because he misses Luna’s pouts and her smiles and, shit, everything of her.

“What am I supposed to listen? If you want to punch me or some shit, just do it and leave me alone.”

Alvarez snorts at him, shaking his head and crossing his arms. “I’m sure it’s not necessary, because you already look like someone punched you. And Luna wouldn’t really appreciate this way of support from me, so we will leave punching for someone else, okay?” He sits in front of Balsano. “I think you have a problem, Matteo.”

Italian frowns, totally surprised, because one, he doesn’t look that bad, two, he still thinks Luna wouldn’t mind her friend punching him and three, what problem? That’s what he asks.

“I have a problem? Maybe you care to explain me, since I am too dense today apparently.”

Simón chuckles with small nod, his beanie moves weirdly and Matteo is sure it’s going to fall from his head, but it doesn’t. “I haven’t met someone so bad at showing any emotions. Maybe except Ámbar, but she’s hardcore case.”

Matteo snorts at the mention of Ámbar, fully knowing that this guy made out with her few days ago, and it somehow makes him forget about the first part of the sentence, yet he goes back to it after a moment and feels offended as fuck. “I am not bad. What is the point of this conversation even?”

Mexican guy sighs dramatically, playing with his pick necklace. “Not that I’m trying to hate on you, because I am a nice person, but you need to chill your ass with this whole questioning everything. Especially when it comes to feel something.”

This is ridiculous, the day came, guitarist is giving him advice in love life, or feelings, whatever. He is doing that and Matteo suddenly feels super flat, like water spreading around the table before falling from it with small drops, because deep down, in this small tiny hidden part, he knows that Simón is right; he knows Luna better than Balsano does at this point and he knows how to handle her.

“I want to clear things out, because from what I know, they aren’t really clear. At one moment you throw some shit that you have no idea what you feel, but later you keep sending Luna longing stares and she, fortunately, doesn’t see most of them. I do though, and I can’t really catch what you want, Matteo. If you feel, or feel that you feel something to her, just fix this shit, if you don’t, just leave her alone, okay?”

Matteo looks at him surprised. He managed to say it all with calm, yet sure tone. There was no threat actually, no curses and no hate words. That’s not what Italian would expect after this all, because Ámbar trashed him as fuck, Gastón wasn’t commenting anything while Simón Alvarez out of all people was chill and explained calmly what he expects from him before completely casually walking to his best friend, pulling her towards the stage along with guitar and playing some probably new song. Luna is grinning and singing from time to time, and she looks happy.

Matteo wants her to be happy.

“So you say that Matteo regrets that?” Luna asks him with skeptical face and Gastón can’t really blame her, because he wouldn’t believe that either if he weren’t in the middle or this war zone. When it comes to Balsano you can really call his problems war zone.

“Yes. I am his best friend so I know everything firsthand.” He smiles and nudges her as they are walking towards her class in Blake, after he very politely offered walking her there. “Besides, you can not believe him, but why wouldn’t you believe me?”

Luna giggles shaking her head and leaning it softly towards his shoulder (he offered her his arm before, that’s how much of a gentleman he is). “Gastón, you are super cute, and a great friend, but if Matteo felt bad he would’ve come to me and talk.”

He laughs a little, pulling his arm from her grasp and wrapping it around her shoulders. “Luna, my dear Luna, the stargirl to Matteo’s starboy, do you really think he would just come and talk?”

Brunette frowns at him softly, but doesn’t move away from him. “I mean that’s actually the only thing to do if he feels bad. That’s what normal people do. And Matteo is big boy, he doesn’t need to send me his best friend so I will consider running back to him.” She pouts a little and Gastón panics.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this, she seems almost, almost annoyed and this is a bad way to solve things. If Matteo knew that he went to talk to Luna, he would rip his head away and then make out of it popcorn bowl for Ámbar. No exaggerating of course here, Perida isn’t any guy to be dramatic, but he knows Balsano enough.

“Luna, listen.” Gastón stops her in one place, no matter that they are in the middle of the hallway; he made sure Ámbar took Matteo the other way, so he never finds out about the conversation. His hands rest on Luna’s shoulders and she frowns at him in really cute way. “My idiot best friend has no idea that I am talking to you.”

She looks at him weirdly, but then there is this tiny blink of disappointment in her eyes. “Oh, I get it. So why are you even trying if he doesn’t seem to be wanting to be even friends with me?”

“Fuck,” Gastón mumbles, shaking his head, because he has no fucking idea how to handle Luna. Apparently she gets what he wants to tell in wrong way, in the way he doesn’t want her to see. He just wants her to understand that Matteo is stupid shit, who doesn’t know what he wants and ruins it because he is scared of ruining it, what actually doesn’t make sense, but he comes from Italy so Gastón guesses this is some family/Italian thing.

“I’m sorry.” He starts again. “Let’s stay by damn, cursing while talking to lady is rude.” Valente giggles and he sighs with relief once or twice, being super dramatic. He likes this tiny girl and he knows that she is perfect for Matteo, like not this cheesy, sappy perfect, but the perfect, if you know what he means of course. “It’s just because he is sad. I don’t want him to be sad.” Gastón pouts, brushing his fingers through his hair and Luna smiles softly.

“I know you don’t want him to. I don’t want him to be sad either, because I care about him no matter how rude he was, but if he wants to do anything with me he should just be a big guy and talk to me.”

Perida sighs loudly while Luna is smiling at him without any break. This is super weird honestly; he had no idea that talking to her would be so difficult.

The thing is that she is right. Matteo should come to her instead of playing the victim and barely talking to anyone. Well, maybe not playing a victim thing, but acting like it; he keeps complaining and he’s not able to sleep, eating only when someone tells him to. Not to mention those longing stares Balsano keeps sending towards Luna as if she was the one to kick him in the face, or something.

Gastón lets out the air slowly. “You’re right, but I just wanted you to know that he didn’t really mean this all.”

She frowns. “He didn’t?”

He shakes his head. “No. I mean yes, he did, but not in the way you think.”

Valente crosses her arms and keeps frowning. “Then explain it to me.”

“It’s just…” he hesitates, not wanting to sell Matteo like this, he’s gonna be mad as fuck, but on the other side Gastón wants to do it, because maybe it will help at the very end.

Welp, you only live once, don’t you?

And your idiot best friend does as well.

“He is scared.” Perida spills and Luna just keeps blinking at him with surprise. “Scared of what?”

“Scared that he will screw up.”

Luna snorts a little, covering her mouth with her hand. “Well, I would say that he’s able to see the future.”

Even Gastón giggles at this, though after a second he is back to being serious. “Listen, he’s never really had a girlfriend like this. He had been hooking up around or something and then you happened and he had no idea how to handle this.”

Luna stares at him with parted lips. “Handle what?”

“That he likes you.” Gastón mumbles with soft voice and, sadly, as soon as brunette opens her mouth to say something, the bell rings. Both of them growl and Perida can just smile and leave after kissing top of her head.

Before their class Matteo asks him where he was, but he just says that nowhere, ignoring curious stares from Ámbar.

His hands are shaking, because he is going to do something what could (possibly) fuck him up in every way until the very end of the world. And as dramatic as it sounds, this is true truth and Matteo Balsano can’t recall being so stressed ever before. He fixes his shirt again, rolling up his sleeves neatly and takes few deep breaths before knocking the door.

At first, it seems that he knocked too quietly, he feels almost relieved about that, and he is about to turn around and leave when the door opens. Matteo was sure that Miguel Valente will not be glad of him visiting, but well, he’s already here, right?

“Good afternoon,” Matteo mumbles, anxious as hell, and hoping that he won’t get kicked out.

“Luna’s not here yet.” Luna’s father just answers and wants to close the door, but Italian can’t really let him do this. “I’m sorry, I’m not here for Luna. Not yet.”

Miguel frowns at him very, very much. Matteo wants to go home. “So why are you here if not for Luna?”

Balsano softly clears his throat. “I came here to talk… about something important, I believe.”

Luna’s dad opens his mouth but Monica pushes him aside and smiles a little seeing Matteo, who suddenly feels better and safer when she seems to be positive about his visit.

“Matteo.” Her smile grows. He has no idea why; he did hurt her daughter and said many ugly things, yet she is actually warm to him. “Miguel, I hope you weren’t holding this boy here for long.” She turns to her husband before looking at Matteo again. “Come on in, I will make some tea.”

It’s actually weird to be sitting by the kitchen counter in Benson mansion where he’s never really been before. Ámbar has never been fond of sitting in the kitchen so he’s never pushed, but now it feels normal and natural; it’s lowkey Luna’s place and her parents work here mostly, and he can see that it’s not this fancy cooking place like at his or Gastón’s place. Here it’s warm, there’s always nice smell around and right now he is sitting over some tea, the scent seems great so Matteo truly believes it is going to be tasty as soon as it cools down a little.

Monica throws Miguel out of the room when he keeps staring angrily at Matteo, though it’s not like he minds. Miguel’s curses are nothing compared to those coming from Ámbar. Luna’s mom smiles at him, as if she knows that he has a problem and he has this impression that one warm, soft look from her will solve all bad things on the world. His mother never really tried to solve his problems, but in this very moment Italian knows that it’s mostly his fault after being always so closed from his parents.

He is gonna work on it when he fixes this.

“So, Matteo,” Monica starts, leaning against the counter and playing with her mug. “I heard that you came here to talk. Is it maybe Luna connected?” She asks and he chuckles a little, because this woman actually is ready to try to help him with his problems and he can’t believe this at all; does he even deserves this?

“Well, yes.” He mumbles. “Me and Luna, we had a fight recently.”

She nods at him taking slow sip of her tea and sighs. “I know, she told me.” Matteo closes his eyes, but she continues. “And she told me why.”

Balsano chokes a little, just a tiny bit. For a second he feels like Monica is going to spill her tea on his head and another moment he realizes that he should spend less time with Ámbar Smith and her killer ideas.

“I would lie if I said that I am surprised.” He just says with small shrug, staring at tea in his cup and sighs.

“If you are here, I believe that something changed since that day.”

Matteo moves his eyes to her after an impulse. “Actually yes. I need to apologize.” When he says it out loud it feels more real, he is more sure of it and it feels actually so nice. It’s fresh feeling and new, and Monica smiles at him even more before giving him a nod. “So if you want to say sorry, shouldn’t you be talking to Luna?” She laughs at him a little and he can’t help but laugh with her.

“Yes, yes. There is this thing following me all the time, though.” Matteo tries his tea and feels immediately warmer. “I mean, I know Luna told me that it doesn’t have to… That it’s not… That’s it shouldn’t…” He keeps stuttering and Monica takes the plate with cookies from another counter, places it by his cup and sits next to him.

“I know what you mean, it’s fine.” She nods. “Luna wasn’t really into telling me anything, especially next to her dad who knows like nothing about this, but eventually she told me what happened.”

Matteo almost jumps on his chair. “I know, and it was stupid, I know that and I came here without thinking before, but you are the source of the story Luna knows and-” she interrupts him. “And you want to know how it works that you like her. Am I right?”

He hesitates, because it would be admitting for the first time out loud that he likes Luna.

It’s definitely too late for this, so not giving it a second thought, Matteo nods softly and Monica smiles.

“Drink your tea. It will be cold soon.” She points at his mug and there is no way he is gonna not do something Monica tells him to. “I’m sure that you googled what soulmate means.” She waits for him to confirm, and when he hums, she continues. “And I’m sure you know that it’s really written there ‘a person ideally suited to another as a close friend or romantic partner’ is it something like that’?”

“Yes.” Matteo answers and she smiles, frowning a little. “Then why do you ask?”

“I don’t know. I just need to hear it when I’m in my senses, I guess.”

Monica sighs, taking a sip of her tea. “I never really believed in this story. Who would? It was just pretty thing to tell my baby daughter when she didn’t want to sleep. It’s not like I made it, because I heard it many times before and it was such great story that I couldn’t not tell it Luna.”

Matteo says nothing, not wanting to interrupt, but she pauses to take a cookie. “There’s not much to read about it in the internet, probably because American scientist never cared about this, but who would trust American scientists?” She laughs and he can only chuckle with her.

“Anyway, it starts at the very beginning of the world, of the universe, like everyone says it was the Big Bang, everything got created. After the initial expansion, the universe cooled sufficiently to allow the formation of subatomic particles, and later simple atoms. Those subatomic particles built up into atoms, then made the stars and galaxies. But some of them just got thrown into the space and somehow ended up in very different parts of universe. That’s probably completely not science connected, though the atoms “decided” to find each other no matter where the others are.” Monica looks at him, as if she’s checking if he still listens to her. Ha, like he’d ever be able to not listen to her. That would be super rude.

“Well,” Matteo starts when she doesn’t continue. “This sounds very smart and very complicated. Like why did they even ended up in some people? It’s not like people have been there since the very beginning.”

Luna’s mom nods and smiles again. So much smiling at him today. “Yes, but I never said that atoms went to people immediately. They could be part of some star before, now dead star and came with the rest of the matter said star spread around after collapse. You know, Matteo, that nothing here is so permanent or stable.”

Italian hums, looking at his cup and sighs. “So it could be also this that they happened to be at one place by accident?”

She thinks it over and frowns a little, but nods eventually. “Yes, but also some can be from old binary star. They can be from anywhere and it’s really no rule, no guessing for that. The point is that in this whole story there is no word about the relationship between two people. There’s mentioned only that they are bound to meet, even if they can never do this of course, but the character of their relation will always be whatever they decide.” Monica pauses for a second to take small breath in and for a cookie. “Do you understand that, Matteo? Do you know what to do with it now?”

He smiles at her widely and nods. “Yeah. I think I know.”

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