#he doesn’t like the talk about being ‘free’ because he was always free. tf you talking about Grayson.

[ju1cyfru1t]

Hiii pooks! 😙 I love❤️ ur writhing sm

I’ve been having such a spider man phase after watching the new spider verse movie and I was wondering what would the turtles think when they figured out reader being NY’s Spider women or spider person like they haven’t told thier turtle bf about it and stuff (live for the drama😵‍💫)

Always love you and def feel free to ignore!

I LOVE THIS thank you pookie 🤭 hope u like it 🫶🏻🕸️ u didn’t specify so I’m gonna assume you meant the rise turtles!

Rise! Leo, Mikey, Donnie, Raph x Spider-Woman! S/O

ROTTMNT x Reader

fluff! :D, fem! reader, contains swearing, not proofread

Leo

- He may not be the brightest mutant, but he is observant

- Probably interrogated the info out of you

- -> “Y/N, where exactly were you last night?” “Oh, uh…I was with, um, April.” “That’s funny…considering April was with us!”

- It didn’t really shock him to find out you had a big secret, what did shock him is what that secret is

- He’s also a little hurt that you didn’t tell him. Don’t you trust him??? But that wasn’t his biggest concern

- “Wait, so like…spider woman as in like, big mama kind of spider woman?” NO-

- You would have to really explain it to him

- But let’s be real, he still wouldn’t understand so you’d have to show him by like climbing up the fucking wall or something

- But he really does think your powers are super sick

- Laughs when you try to explain your spidey senses -> “wait, you’re serious?”

- ^ calls them your “tingly thing”

- maybe you can web his fucking mouth shut

- LOVES your suit, thinks you look stunning and super awesome

- “You know, I always said that was your color Y/N!”

- Invites you to patrol with them! (then he doesn’t have to do as much)

- thinks you’re so hot when you fight (NOT IN A FREAKY WAY YOU FREAKS) and hypes you up

- freaks tf out if he ever gets a web on him, including if you were to swing with him to get out of harms way

- doesn’t ask for them, but he can’t deny he likes the iconic Spider-Man kisses

Mikey

- would just straight up ask if you’re hiding something. Dr.Delicate touch DOES NOT PLAY ‼️

- Of course this would be something you’re hesitant about, but he would remind you that you can confide in him

- Def was not expecting THIS.

- He is asking you a million questions all at once, and will sit nicely and listen as you explain with starry eyes (stop lookin at me with them big ole eyes)

- You’re #1 fan and biggest hype man

- Thinks you’re the coolest person ever fr

- Wants to swing around on your webs with you. Around NYC, in the lair, in Donnie’s lab, on missions, it doesn’t matter he WANTS it.

- THE ICONIC SPIDER-MAN KISSES ALL THE TIME ITS HIS FAVORITE WAY TO KISS YOU NOW

- weirdly interested in your webs 🕸️

- Compliments your suit anytime you wear it around him; thinks your mask is so so cute

- ^ in his free time he’ll sketch and color new suit designs to show you (also just drawings and paintings of you in your suit)

Donnie

- isn’t going to pry any secrets from you; but he does secretly wish you’d come to him on your own.

- so you can imagine his gratitude and relief when you finally tell him what’s up

- Doesn’t really say anything about it, but he doesn’t get why you didn’t just tell him sooner. I mean, you do know he’s a hero too, right?

- he’s fascinated, he’s never seen anything like your powers before. especially because you’re not a mutant.

- really just asks questions about how it all works. Your webs, how you stick to surfaces, your enhanced senses, the whole deal yk?

- He did NOT like big mama’s webs, and he doesn’t really like yours either I’m so sorry.

- ^if he needs them, would ask to use some like he did with Big Mama’s

- It’s not you I swear he just can’t do it

- you could like climb all over his lab ceiling and walls and scare the shit out of him tho

- ^ “Y/N get down this instant! WE TALKED ABOUT THIS-“

- admires your enhanced senses and intuition of danger

- is absolutely gonna make gear for you, as well as offering to make upgrades to your suit

- wouldn’t really directly say it, but he really likes the design of your suit. it just fits you so well. (he IS going to make a purple one for you)

- would scream if you ever just dropped down in front of him to kiss him spider man style

- ^ traumatized; it’s not his favorite thing but he doesn’t mind terribly

Raph

- might take him a while to notice if something is off about you. Leo or Mikey would probably have to directly point it out for him to realize fully

- Isn’t going to beat around the bush and just asks why you’re acting lowkey shady

- really shocked, might take him a second to process even if he doesn’t really know exactly what you mean at first

- honestly he understands why you keep it a secret, just a little saddened that you kept it from him

- He’s gonna need you to really explain your powers

- “…where do the webs come out of tho?”

- would deepen your bond and connection. you can really relate to each other carrying a deep burden and the pressure of responsibility.

- AMAZING DUO with his strength and your agility

- very good hype man

- takes you on most missions and patrols, thinks you’re a really valuable asset to the team

- also calls your spider senses your “tingly thing”

- it’s not that he doesn’t like your webs, something about them just make him nervous. Refuses to let you swing him on them unless he’s in immediate danger.

- does NOT let you crawl around the lair walls, he’s scared you’ll hurt yourself

- ^ “Y/N! You’re gonna hurt yourself, GET DOWN!”

- really thinks you look so pretty in your special suit, he just doesn’t know how to say without feeling like he sounds dumb. He would DIE if it was red.

- “ I really…er, like your costume.”

- very supportive! he gets the struggle of protecting the city, but is happy you get to do it beside each other. :D

- he likes the spidey kisses, they just really fluster him

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y’all I’m sorry if there is any misinformation in this don’t flame me but I haven’t seen atsv yet

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise donnie #rottmnt x reader #rise leo #tmnt #rise donatello #rise mikey #rise raph #rottmnt #donnie hamato #spiderman #spider verse #spiderwoman #rise leo x reader #rise mikey x reader #rise donnie x reader #rise raph x reader #rise leonardo #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles x reader #rise michelangelo #rise donatello x reader #rise raphael

[artistic-intrxvert]

hey so how do you think the turtles rottmnt would deal with having a s/o and Casey slips up a “Mr/Mrs Hamato” to the s/o and it dawns on s/o right away what that means and if their turtle picks up on it and brings it up. S/o remains silent until then with yes or no answers when usually they’re way more talkative. S/o is like “Don’t you dare start. We’re on mission and we’re too young to be talking about this right now” Makes it sound like it’s an option when they’re both 30 or something, but they’re panicking by hearing this news right now, they’re making excuses not to talk about it, and they clearly need time to process it? 😂 (s/o does want to marry their turtle eventually, but this news freaked them out. Even the krang alien didn’t freak them out as much as knowing they get married to their boyfriend does).

HAISKEKEKR YES

Rise!Turtles when Casey Jr calls their s/o “Ms/Mr/Mx Hamato”

Donnie

Donnie would probably do a double take…then a triple take

Bros just standing there like🤨”tf?”

When he finally processes it, he corrects Casey

“Ah, but that is where you are wrong. (Name) isn’t my spouse. We’re just in a romantic relationship, but not legally married.”

Yeahhh he goes into the technical stuff about it

Casey explains it’s just habit since you and Donnie hang out a lot

Eventually Donnie doesn’t seem to care, sometimes he might use it to tease even

“Yes, I would agree that’s a good plan. And how about you, Ms/Mr/Mx Hamato? What say thee?”

Not quite as flustered but more in the confused side of things

Leo wouldn’t stop teasing him, Raph occasionally would tease

Mikey is just doing little happy stims in the corner because of how adorable he thinks it is

(Donnie likes it but will never on Galileo’s name admit it)

Mikey

Seems confused at first but wraps an arm around your shoulder before explaining

“Oh! No, we’re not married! Not yet, at least. (Name) is just my partner!”

Istg he’s so wholesome about this I can’t-

He’d use it but not in a teasing way (50/50 he will whisper it just to see your reaction)

The others seemed confused considering Mikey was the youngest of them all and there was no way they could even imagine him getting married at that age

Even they correct Casey, again explaining that you two were only dating

Mikey does get used to it but always gets excited to hear it, clinging onto you tightly and giggling

Leo

SMUG. ASS. BITCH.

Bro grins from ear to ear, nodding

“Ms/Mr/Mx Hamato~? Damn, I never thought you’d love me so much as to take my last name~?”

Yeah you bonked him over the head with your phone after that

(He whined…A LOT)

He’s constantly teasing you about it, like 24/7 constantly

There have been a few times where he’s accidentally said it without realizing and it has confused literally everyone in the room

Like he says it on accident and they’re all just “🧍”

He didn’t even notice! He just thought you guys were quiet!

Later in the day he does realize it and then face palms himself while his face heats up

Sometimes if the others tease him and he’s had too much of it he’ll bury his head into your neck </3

Raph

My big man Raph

The dude

The guy

The silly

He just corrects Casey, doesn’t even feel flustered

Okay maybe a bit…

No he’s very flustered

He won’t admit the tho…(ids obvious he is)

Raph would correct him and probably wouldn’t tease you

If he would it would probably be after a long day of fighting and you both would be too exhausted to even think too much about it

“Jeez…You did good today…Ms/Mr/Mx Hamato…”

You looked at him confused bc like

Did your sweet innocent kind caring Angel of a boyfriend tease you?

If you’re too quiet afterwards he might think he said something wrong so don’t do that </3

He really doesn’t mind the whole thing but honestly he has thought about it being a real thing one day

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Thank you so much for your request! Feel free to leave something else if you’d like! Have a wonderful day/night!! <33333

#rottmnt x reader #rottmnt

[beenbaanbuun]

Not sure if this is a request or me just going insane after reading your dumbification yeo fic but oop-

Been thinking about jealous Yeosang nonstop since then because I always get a little disappointed when fics paint him as this super passive, open lover. I mean it's all well and good to be someone who's genuinely okay with their partner having multiple partners/being kinda flirty, but I honestly don't see him as the type to be that chill

I mean sure he wouldn't exactly be as loud or aggressive about it as sayyy.... Joong or Sannie, I am a switch!Yeosang enthusiast after all, but I still think he'd get upset if he saw you being too chummy with one of your guy friends or one of the other members.

Early on in the relationship it would probably be all cute, he gets pouty and quiet, maybe clingy after and he needs lots of affirmation and assurance before he feels secure again.

But once he's comfortable with you? C'mon, you CANNOT tell me he's not the type to pin you against the door as soon as you get home, hands and lips desperately latching on to you as you clutch at his hair, deep voice muffled by your skin as he seethes over That Guy who kept hitting on you or how Wooyoung was a little too touchy for his peace of mind (woo totally did it on purpose btw).

And oh my god if those angry growls turn desperate? If you're not responding verbally cuz you're just so overwhelmed by everything that's Yeo?? And he suddenly whines into your neck and nuzzles your pulse point seeking verbal affirmation??? And you grip his hair and he whimpers when you tug so he has to look you in the eye?????

I need to calm tf down before I drop a whole 1.5k word smut fic in your ask box but you get the idea XDD

Jealous yeo lives rent free in my brain and you're writing has him running LAPS TwT we as a fandom have failed to have enough yeosang smut on the market and it Saddens Me

~Lyra

i am CLINICALLY INSANE!!!!!!!! WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME 😭😭😭

like i’m sorry but i can imagine him just pinning you to the door, fully clothed, and grinding up against you. his mouth is just on your neck, sucking, biting, kissing at your flesh until its mottled with purple bruises. like there’s literally no rhyme or reason, he’s just that desperate to his his mouth on you and mark you up that he barely gives you a minute to think straight.

like you’re still both fully dressed and your back is still presses uncomfortable against the door, but that doesn’t stop yeosang from bucking his hips up into yours, dry humping you because he doesn’t have the patience with you right now. he needs you to know that you’re his and his alone.

“can’t fucking believe you,” he growls before biting down on the soft flesh. you keen at the sensation, legs going weak. you’re glad he has you pinned to the door; if he didn’t, you might fall, “all over that guy as if you don’t have a perfectly good boyfriend who takes care of you. what? did you just want my attention? because now you have it.”

you whimper as he grinds down hard against your pelvis, his clothed hard-on rubbing so deliciously against your folds. you want him in you, but with everything that’s going on, you can barely think, let alone talk.

“s-sangie-” you choke out, trying to tell him how bad you need him, but you’re cut off by the whine that claws it’s way up your throat.

“what?” he grunts into your neck, “you want to tell me something?”

you nod, but no words come out. yeosang chuckles darkly into your neck.

“go on then, baby,” his teeth graze against you, threatening to add to the purple bruises that run up and down your skin, “if you’re going to tell me anything, tell me how bad you need me.”

you know it’s an ego thing. of course it is; yeosang was obviously hurt when he saw you flirting with the other man, and now it’s your job to repair that. and you would, if you could hold a thought for more than two seconds. you’d love nothing more than to stroke his ego, make him feel all big and powerful and like he’s the only man in the world.

but you just can’t. every time you open your mouth, you lose your train of thought and all that comes out is a few pants as yeosang tears your mind down to nothing. you cant even focus when he pulls back a little, studying your face with glassy eyes before diving right back into your neck. he doesn’t suck, or bite, or kiss this time. he just nuzzles the sticky skin with his nose, mumbling almost incoherent words against it.

“baby,” he says after a moment or two, voice a little breathier than before, “baby, please tell me me how much you need me. need to hear it.”

his tongue darts out and he begins to lap one of the bite marks, as if trying to soothe it. it only makes your mind race more.

as do the continuous whimpers that you can hear spilling into the air, only this time they’re not from you. they’re from yeosang.

yeosang who is still grinding into you, albeit with sloppier, softer motions than before. who is still pinning you to the wall, only with a more desperate grip, as if you’ll slip away if he lets go. who still has his face pressed against your neck, words slipping from his mouth, but now they beg rather than degrade.

“baby, please,” he whispers, and you feel something wet fall against your neck; a tear, “i need you tell tell me you need me.”

he sounds so pathetic, crying into your neck like that, and it soon sinks in that the tables have turned without you even really realising. the man that had pinned you to the door minutes prior, wanting nothing more than to teach you a lesson, had vanished. he’s been replaced by your baby boy, who was so desperate to hear how much you wanted him. so desperate to know that you loved him as much as he loved you.

you try your hardest to gather your thoughts, just enough for you to be able to scrape together a sentence or so. but with yeosang bucking against you like a dog in heat, its so incredibly hard. add that to the fact that he’s gone back to suckling at your neck like its going to bring him some sort of comfort and there’s no way you were getting a coherent sentence out.

so you lace you fingers into his hair, grateful of how long it had gotten, and tug. he lets out a long whimper, eyes rolling into the back of his head as you tug his far enough back to see his face. you tug again, wordlessly pleading for him to look at you. just once would be enough for him to see how thoroughly mindless he has you already. just once for him to understand that he is all you can think about right now.

#ateez x reader #yeosang hard thoughts #yeosang hard hours #ateez hard thoughts #ateez hard hours #ateez smut #yeosang smut

[aesthetic-uni]

*slams door open* ALRIGHT I KNOW IM LATE BUT Y’ALL BETTER HAVE DONE YOUR HOMEWORK BY NOW OR ELSE IM TOSSING Y’ALL IN THE ABYSS

This has honestly been in my drafts for weeks and I’ve been fighting to finish it. I gotta get this out now before another hyperfixation takes over (spoiler alert: it already has)

Before I do I would like to call out publicly three star students, because one I appreciate them and two I just really want them to see my shit since I feel appreciated. @carpe-yeet-em @ceci-seesaw and @bogos-bint3d thank y’all for being Star students

Quick warning: This WILL contain spoilers for the series. It’s nothing super major or plot twisty-The series is in its very early stages so it’s nothing that you wouldn’t find out by you know, reading the thing wink wink nudge nudge. However I would suggest reading it first so you at least have an understanding of it

OKAY THOUGHTS

Holy shit this series is so good. I’m not joking I’m looking forward so much for this series and how everything plays out, because I can tell this is going to be a really intriguing story and I’m excited for it. I would say the thing I’m most excited to see is the relationship between Shen Yuhua and Chu Tian. They’re just, they’re so sweet I really can’t wait to see how their relationship grows.

Okay I’m not really good with expressing my thoughts so let’s move on TO THE CRACK THEORY SECTION BABEY YEAAAH

Theory number uno: Tf is Chu Tian doing? I think it’s pretty easy to see, he’s trying to create an army against the Chaoyang palace. He wants revenge against Shen Yuitian and is only playing along with Shen Yuhua for now. But I think he either does really care for her or will grow to really care for her. So he’s trying to destroy the blood pact so he doesn’t have to hurt her to achieve his end means. And I bet Shen Yuhua will eventually learn to go this side

Theory b: Qiao Yu will join the group and become an older sister to Shen Yuhua. There’s really only two ways it could go down with Shen Yuhua and Qiao Yu, either rivals or sisters. I don’t really see rivals working out, cause Yuhua doesn’t really care, but for my own heart I could totally see Qiao Yu being a surrogate older sister to Shen Yuhua, which would be a great but heartbreaking parallel to her actual older sister

Theory 3 (the big one): Okay, let’s talk about the big mystery surrounding one of the characters. Not Chu Tian, not Shen Yuitian, not even Shen Yuhua.

Let’s talk about Swallowtail

First off: BEST BOY WE LOVE HES AMAZING

Now for the actual theory, Swallowtail is undoubtedly the biggest mystery in Doatf, he pretends to be a useless servant to Shen Yuhua but actively sabotages her chances of marriage, but also protects her with his life. Why? Why is he acting as such? In fact, in his introduction it is noted he was in fact a disciple but was demoted. He’s clearly skilled, why would he pretend not to be in order to be demoted?

It’s because I believe he’s working for Chu Tian, and always planned for Shen Yuhua to fall into the abyss.

What evidence do I have to back this up?

…..I did say it was a crack theory

Okay I do have A LITTLE to back it up. But it doesn’t start with Swallowtail, it actually starts with the second biggest mystery of the series, Wen Qinglan, Yuhua’s mother. We know her crimes, murder, but more important conspiracy and adultery with a demon. Why was Wen Qinglan working with a demon? I believe she was working to free Chu Tian from the abyss. Why? Because I said so >:(

Anyway obviously when Wen Qinglan died, the plot must progress and there had to be a new person to get a Shen into the abyss, and would you look at that. There’s a Shen who’s been completely shunned from her family that needs a servant.

This is why he had to sabotage Yuhua’s suitors, he couldn’t have her leaving the palace or else it would risk the whole operation. On top of that, remember how Yuhua’s older sister said that it was Swallowtail who pushed her in. Why on earth would she say that? He’s clearly devoted to her, and despite maybe Yuling pushing the blame on him, why would anyone believe that? He wasn’t even near the scene?

Unless of course, they already know he’s shady as fuck, or have evidence to show he’s shady as fuck.

I cannot stress enough how much crack this crack theory is based on. I am genuinely pulling strings and putting on tinfoil hats here.

But I’m having fun so I don’t care >:)

I do want to say just as a statement-I don’t think Shen Yuhua is some chosen hero. The abyss story is so clearly made up, and I do really think she doesn’t have strong magic. But just because she’s not strong or special in one area, doesn’t mean she can’t become something wonderful. And I just can’t wait to see what she becomes in this comic. I’m so excited for the rest

Alright the rest of my thoughts are completely scattered that’s all ya getting PEACE

#uni talks about the universe #daughter of a thousand faces #shen yuhua #chu tian #swallowtail #MY BABIES #idk if you can tell #but Shen Yuhua is my favorite #and if anything happens to her #I’m killing everyone and then myself #…I can already tell that lots of stuff is going to happen to her #ALSO I DIDNT TOUCH ON THIS SO ILL JUST SAY IT HER #swallowtail and leng feng are unfortunately my favorite crackship right now #do with that as you will #I saw ONE video on them and I agreed with every point #they’re also my favorites they’re so funny #Leng Feng: You’re secretly super strong! #Swallowtail: Nuh uh #Leng Feng: FUCK YOU MEAN NUH UH #anyway if any of this is right you owe me $20 #if not then you won’t see my face ever again

[ttuesday]

I just read the fellers proposing hc and hHHhHhhhh its amazing! Super fun and cute. It did however give me an idea, how about the fellers reacting to getting proposed to?

I just really like the idea of the person being a little woman too :^] Just love that dynamic, BIG stRonG mAN gettin proposed by a little strong woman 😌

Not sure of you done anything like this already and if you have feel free to link it 👀

Anyways hope your doing well!

Thank you!!! Hope you’re doing good too <3 sending you some positive vibes, hopefully you’ll get them in the next 3-5 business days

Arthur

Arthur knew you were up to something. He could tell you were acting strange, especially when you suggested the two of you go out for a scenic ride before dismounting and watching the sunset together.

A part of him was expecting the worst, convincing himself you were going to break up with him. But when you take out a ring and get down on one knee, Arthur’s heart skips a beat. At first he thinks that maybe you’re just joking but once Arthur sees how hopeful you look, he knows this is for real.

After you ask, it takes Arthur a few seconds to reply, the suddenness of this making it hard for him to get the words out properly. “I… y-yes… yes!” a smile spreads across his face as he answers. Arthur’s brain is frazzled by all of this but he’s happy you asked and that you’re both finally engaged.

When you’re telling the gang about it, Arthur is a little awkward, expecting some light teasing from the other fellers for not being the one to propose but Arthur doesn’t care about what the others think. He’s your fiancé now and that’s what matters.

Charles

You planned out the perfect day for you both before finally ending it off by proposing to Charles. He always thought he was good at picking up on things and being able to tell when you’re keeping something from him but Charles actually had no idea you were going to propose until you popped the question.

It takes a few seconds for everything to register with him but he quickly says yes, nodding his head as he grins. The perfect day out with you makes sense now and considering how much you and Charles care for each other, why wouldn’t he want to marry you?!

His heart feeling full of love, Charles answers “You’re the love of my life, of course I’ll marry you”. Once he has the ring on his finger, Charles cups your cheek and kisses you deeply.

You mean so much to him and the fact that you want to marry him honestly amazes Charles. After this great news, Charles is planning to give you a night to remember *wink wink*.

Dutch

Dutch enjoys being the dominant one in the relationship. He likes being in charge and he’s usually the one in control of dates and other activities.

So when you take charge, deciding to propose to him after a relaxing day out together, you completely take him by surprise. He doesn’t give you a straight answer, preferring to talk about why you decided to propose instead of actually answering your question.

Yeah he’s trying to delay the part where he’s suppose to answer. It’s not that Dutch doesn’t want to marry you, this is all very sudden for him and Dutch hasn’t had any time to proper think of his answer or the logistics of any of this.

“Well, my sweet…. You certainly know how to surprise a man” he gives you a quick charming smile before leaning in to kiss you… yeah, his plan is to just keep kissing you for as long as possible so your mouth will be too preoccupied to ask him what his answer is.

Micah

Micah malfunctions. He can’t comprehend why you’d want to marry him or if this is some kind of joke or if you’re doing this to embarrass him. For a few seconds he just stares at you, his brain trying to work out why tf you’re doing this as his breathing gets starts to get heavy (he’s really starting to panic the more he thinks about this).

Scoffing, Micah sarcastically says “very funny” before he starts to walk off. He doesn’t think you’re being genuine, mainly because he doesn’t see why you’d want to spend the rest of your life with him or why you’d want to commit to a man like Micah long-term.

Once you run after him and explain this isn’t a joke… well, Micah still malfunctions. He doesn’t want to say no because he loves you and he probably would marry you but he doesn’t know how to say that without looking somewhat vulnerable.

Kissing your cheek, Micah takes the ring from you but he starts to walk away again. He needs some time to think and now you’re more confused as ever. Micah glances over his shoulder at you, calling out “See you at the alter”.

John

John was utterly clueless that you were going to propose. You both went for a nice day out to town and ended the day cuddling in his tent, keeping quiet so the rest of camp wouldn’t hear ye.

When John leaves to relieve himself, you take the opportunity to grab the ring and get down on one knee. It’s not as romantic as people would anticipate but it’s low key and intimate, something you know John would appreciate.

When John comes back in and sees you there, ring in hand as you ask him to marry you, his eyes go wide. Staying completely silent, John moves over to his jacket, rummaging around in his pocket before taking something out.

“I’ve been trying to think of the best place to ask you the same question” he confesses, showing you the ring he got for you. John can’t stop giggling at the fact he’s taken so long trying to plan a proposal that instead you’ve proposed to him. He thinks it’s great and swaps rings with you before capturing your lips in an eager kiss.

Javier

This is the last thing Javier ever expected to happen. He has no problem with you taking charge and asking the question, if anything Javier is in awe at how passionate you are about wanting to marry him.

Seeing you knee down and pop the question solidifies Javier’s love for you. He feels honored that you’re proposing and couldn’t care less about the tradition gender roles around proposals.

Javier slowly bends down so he’s at the same level as you, gently cupping your cheek. Keeping his voice soft, Javier says “You’re the best thing in my life, the one person who truly knows me. I love you and yes, I’ll marry you”. He’s touched, never feeling so loved in his entire life.

Since this is such an intimate moment between you both, Javier asks if y’all can keep this on the down low for a while. He likes living in this happy bubble you’ve both created and wants to wait for the right time before celebrating with the rest of the gang.

Bill

You completely catch Bill by surprise when you propose. He doesn’t know what to say or how to react to this. He never thought he’d find himself in a situation like this and he’s baffled by it.

Bill doesn’t understand why you had to ask and why you couldn’t get him to ask you instead. He’ll try to argue about it but he doesn’t storm off or leave, just huffing and crossing his arms when you explain that you wanted to be the one to propose.

Bill goes quiet for a while and when you push him for an answer, Bill throws his hands up and says “Well of course I’m saying yes… but you could’ve given me a heads up, you know I ain’t a fan of surprises”.

He’s a little grumpy because of how flustered this has made him but he’s beaming with excitement on the inside.

Sean

Sean likes to talk about marriage in a very causal, jokey way with you. Whenever you’re both in a very lovey dovey mood and doing a lot of PDA, Sean pretends he can hear wedding bells off in the distance, giving you a quick wink and a nudge. Or he’ll straight out just call himself your husband sometimes.

But he’s never hinted at proposing or taking any actual steps towards marriage. So you decide to propose to him instead, making Sean gasp loudly when you reveal the engagement ring you’ve gotten him.

He’s totally shocked for a few seconds, his eyes glued to the ring until finally, he snaps into action, grabbing you and twirling you around.

He kisses you anywhere he can, laughing loudly as he chants “We’re getting married! We’re getting married!”. He’s hyper and honestly if it’s up to Sean, you’ll both go tie the knot right now.

Hosea

Hosea knows you’re not one to follow usual stereotypes or feel entrapped by gender roles in a relationship, it’s one of the things he loves about you but he never thought he’d see you proposing to him. 

Hosea always thought about asking you to marry him but that tiny sliver of doubt would stop him, wondering what if you said no or if it accidentally damages your relationship instead of strengthening it.

Hosea feels a light blush on his face when you ask, flustered and completely speechless. Taking a second to let this all sink in, Hosea takes your hands in his before saying “You know I’ll marry you in a heartbeat, of course the answer’s yes”.

He’s so happy, although there is a little part of him that’s disappointed he didn’t get to surprise you with a proposal instead. But don’t worry, he’s planning a bigger surprise for the wedding!

Trelawny

The second you start to get down on one knee, Trelawny can feel himself getting light headed. He tries to rationalize it in his head, waiting for you to just fix your boot or pick something up off the ground. You’ve never had an in depth talk about marriage so although the idea that you might be proposing pops into his head, Josiah doesn’t believe it until you actually take out the ring and ask the question.

Honestly, you taking the reins and deciding to propose to him is kind of a turn on for Trelawny. He’s definitely a fan of you being in charge and the fact that you want to marry him makes Josiah feel so goddamn special. Getting caught up in the moment, he blinks back a few tears before answering your question.

“My dear… yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes, one thousand times yes!” He’s so excited, practically smothering you in kisses as he keeps repeating “Yes!”.

He loves his ring, showing it off to everyone in camp and gushing about how courageous you are for asking the question. Be prepared though, he will want to start planning the wedding by tomorrow.

Kieran

Kieran’s trying to figure out who put you up to this or who’s blackmailing you into this. He cannot comprehend why on earth you’d want to marry him.

Kieran thinks so highly of you and although he loves you more than life itself, he’s scared he’s not good enough or that you’ll regret it proposing to him.

He hesitates when you ask. Pulling his gaze away from the ring, he slowly looks to you and asks if you’ve reallllllly thought this through fully. He’s gonna need to talk everything through with you first, just while the shock of it all sets in and you explain that you truly want to be with him for the rest of your life.

Kieran swallows nervously before looking to you with a smile. “Of course, I’ll marry you,” he says softly, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer “but only if you let me buy you a ring too!”. Expect Kieran to be more affection afterwards, wanting to properly show you his appreciation and love for you.

Uncle

He says no </3

#I can't help myself and had to include that last bonus one #i hope these are alright! #writings #headcanons #rdr2 #arthur morgan #charles smith #dutch van der linde #micah bell #john marston #javier escuella #bill williamson #sean macguire #hosea mathews #josiah trelawny #kieran duffy #lenny summers

[vivika-ka]

now that i am done torturing myself and finished season 4, i’m not going to explain why the last episode made me pause multiple times to pace in my room because i was so angry lmao because i reblogged plenty of well explained posts already.

but i’ll talk about other stuff that stuck with me, and people might hate me for it but…yeah, ain’t that the life of anyone that doesn’t enjoy popular characters.

grammar might be shit because english is not my first language. fyi, this is fairly big and it’s very negative, so if you want to skip, feel free.

[i mean it, if you read something you don’t like to the point you want to send me threatening messages or cyberbully me, keep scrolling and leave me tf alone. thanks.]

1. dustin had waaaay too much screen time. why are we supposed to accept him as the certified genius of the group when all of members of The Party are “nerds.” all i’m asking is maybe instead of dustin always being the one figuring the upside down out, give some of those ground breaking discoveries to lucas. but also, it got to the point of being so annoying. i know it’s supposed to be a running gag of “maybe some humility will do you well,” but all the time? shut up.

2. everything and everyone revolving around nancy. i’m not joking. robin is scrambling to get on her good side and make nancy like her, which season 3 robin would’ve cared less. the whole stäncy thing, i just…please move on. the fact that she expects jonathan to be the one to drop everything to be with her, when he’s been doing that for every season, like maybe nancy can make some effort too? idk. the expectation that jonathan has to be the one to absolutely change the trajectory of his life because of what she wants (point is, he shouldn’t be afraid to decide the trajectory of his life, this is a relationship which entails two people, not one). the portrayal of every character being annoying, stupid, and incompetent sometimes, while she is always portrayed as someone incapable of mistakes. the same old self righteous and superiority crap that i don’t like. (but that’s on me because i never liked the wheelers since season 1, so i admit i’m biased).

3. going from stäncy fiasco, it still is technically tied to the overt attention to nancy, but steve was supposed to grow up. when she says he’s grown, i could only laugh at that point. part of growing up is realizing that maybe, just maybe, you have to learn to live with yourself instead of desperately seeking for a lover, which is what steve had been doing. being in a relationship isn’t going to fix all of your problems (this applies to mïleven but i’m not even going there). we had moved on from steve being in love with nancy, but the duffers act like that’s all there is to his personality, and let’s be honest, they were obviously out of ideas for steve’s character because they don’t know how to write characters other than relying on their superficial and stereotypical lenses. it would have been interesting to maybe see steve realizing that he is convinced he needs nancy in his life because he is lonely as fuck—so it’s not about “being in a relationship with nancy would change your life for the better,” there’s no such thing, it’s about “you’re seeking what is convenient and familiar because you are terrified of ending up alone.” but whatever, steve will always love nancy because that’s all he is there for.

4. the overt attention to karen wheeler. why am i supposed to care about this woman? why are we getting karen and ted’s reactions so much, and not the sinclairs or mrs. henderson? they are the ones watching their kids run towards danger right in front of them, why are they panning to karen constantly? “she’s worried about nancy,” yeah it’s been established again and again, but i am interested about the parents who are at that moment watching their kids turn their backs to them instead of asking for help. but then again, why should i care about her? to me she’s nothing but a woman who was flirting and willing to have sex with a 17-year-old in seasons 2-3, so, y’know, i’d much appreciate the sinclairs’ outburst about trust given they seem to be the most stable family in this show.

5. max’s “he made my life a living hell” after episode 4, but also after season 3 when it portrayed both of them as not super close but on the way to a better relationship. (i could go on about this but as i said, plenty of people did already). + the scene of billy breaking the sauna door portrayed as though that was all him and not him possessed by the mind flayer, me poupe. + “you’re much braver than your brother,” and the scene didn’t cut to said brother standing up to the mind flayer? ME POUPE.

6. the whole papa redemption arc. just get the fuck out of here. yeah, eleven didn’t forgive him, but the whole “i love you, you’re my family.” are you kidding me? the man ripped kids from their families, experimented on them, without a doubt killed and got them killed, all for the sake of winning an ideological war. ME POUPE.

#if i’m not coherent i’m sorry #i have 3 languages battling inside my head #and i’m sleep deprived #so yknow #meep #stranger things season 4 #stranger things s4 negativity #stranger things negativity #stranger things opinion #anti nancy wheeler #not nancy wheeler friendly #gotta make it clear #anti karen wheeler #tw karen wheeler #anti wheelers #in general lmao #billy hargrove #billy and max #anti stancy #steve harrington #let steve have some depth please

[mmmteaaa]

Ok this sounds stupid but listen:

Platonic KizuHara.

(sorry in advance for the horrible English and for the long rant).

Like not kidding, Kizuna and Uehara are like besties and love each other platonically.

Think about this:

• They are opposites. Sun and moon. One of the best relationship dynamics. So I know my idea is right.

• The social, egocentric (probably gay) with a hidden inferiority complex Kizuna Tomori, and the not-social, (probably gay too) and more serious person who has problems communicating with others.

•I imagine before the killing game, Uehara would observe his classmates because he didn’t know how to socialize and he then saw Kizuna. A bit loud, social, outgoing, and does not care about what people think of her.

•Then Kizuna realizes Kinjis’s staring and thinks something along the lines of- “I knew every guy was the same. It doesn’t matter even if their a boring priest”- or something

•Like, Kizuna doesn’t understand the concept of a guy being non-romantically interested in her.

•And she does her usual as she would do to guys that are interested in her- she tries to flirt with him.

•Kinji would be like girl what and immediately back off.

•So Kizuna is now confused kinda like in her free time events.

• Probably asks Kinji if he’s gay or something (he most likely is).

•Yes it’s an awkward start but imagine; one day the whole class has a meeting at whatever place and they start talking about random things.

•Kinji probably realizes that Kizuna is hiding her true emotions.

•And Kizuna is probably wondering why he isn’t into her.

•After that, they decide to spend more time together. Kinji tries to get Kizuna to open up and learn to be more social, and Kizuna to understand she can have male friends who aren’t only with her because of her looks (difficult considering she’s in the same class as Haru and Mitch)

•The class would be like “wtf when did they become friends” and are mostly praying for Kinji (ironic I know) so he doesn’t end up corrupted.

•I think Kizuna would try and seduce Kinji but this time more subtly. Like accidentally falling on him or getting too close to him just to “prove” him. Maybe he tries to give him a makeover.  And paints his nails and does his hair or something.

• Kinji is still not into her (obviously).

•So now is Kinji’s turn and he decides to invite the class to the orphanage. Kizuna probably told him to do so. She told him to invite the class to a place he likes. She was not expecting an orphanage.

•She is not enjoying it, she doesn’t interact with kids or with anybody at all.

•She’s not used to hyperactive kids running around and ends up sitting under a tree to rest.

• And there is Kinji, observing everybody. So as usual, they make small talk.

•Kizuna goes like damn you’re always with kids how tf do you not know how to talk to people-

• So Kinji just tells her that he’s not used to talking to people of his age because of his job and blah blah blah and he tells Kizuna how, though loud and a bit annoying, he admires how social she is and how she doesn’t care about what people think.

•And Kizuna proceeds to trauma-dump on him telling him that he doesn’t know her and that she doesn’t understand why Kinji doesn’t want to hook up with her and that that has never happened to her.

•To which, Kinji tells her that she wants to know more about her in a friendship way, in a platonic way.

•And that’s how they start the true platonic relationship.

•They just hang out like friends that care about each other as if they were married. Kizuna tries to help Kinji with being social (failing) and Kinji helps her to overcome her distrust of men and be closer to her female peers.

And this was it, thank you for coming to my TED talk, very sorry for the SUPER LONG rant and the bad English, bye bye

#danganronpa another #kizuna tomori #uehara kinji #damnthiswasalongrantdamn #danganronpa another despair academy #kinji uehara #tomori kizuna #platonic relationship #what did i just write #dra

[ageofbajabule]

Say My Name

Danny x F! Reader

Word Count: 6.2k

Enemies to Lovers

Warnings: language, angst, alcohol use, rough sex, unprotected sex (wrap it tf up), oral (m! ad f! receiving), name calling, and whatever else i may have missed. (please comment below if i miss anything)

Summary: “It’s a little too late for that…” He shook his head, “Danny! This can’t keep going on… This hate between us… Sammy wants us on good terms.” You tried reasoning with him, “Yeah well Sammy can’t always get what he wants darling…” He licked his bottom lip, biting it. “Well I’m not leaving here till we get this straightened out…” You stood in front of him with your arms crossed.

Author's Note: Hello!! Here is the douchebag Danny fic!! Just in time for his birthday! And on the best day of the week, Wagner Wednesday! I hope you all enjoy this just as much as I enjoyed writing it. <3

Masterlist: 🤍

If there was one person in the world you didn’t get along with, it would be Daniel Wagner. You both have had bad blood since you were first introduced to one another. You weren’t quite sure if it was because of how close you and Sam were or if he just boldly didn’t like you as a person. Either way that didn’t stop you from hanging out with the guys. In fact, you would hang out with them whenever you could to be spiteful. But Danny always made it known to you were only around because of Sam.

“Maybe you guys just need to have a one on one conversation. Sort things out…” Sam had sat next to you in your apartment. You snorted at his remark, “Oh yeah. Danny and I in a room alone… Do you want a crime scene to happen?” You shook your head, “No, but how can you figure out the issue if you don’t ask him about it?” Sam raised an eyebrow at you. “Sam, I know he’s your best friend. But that doesn’t mean he and I have to get along…” “But you’re my best friend too, and it would mean a lot to me if you guys could just move past whatever the fuck is going on… The tension when we’re all together is just insane.” 

Maybe Sam was right. Why does Danny hate you so much? It’s not like you fucked his best friend or did anything to hurt him. At least not to your knowledge considering when you first met it was at a party nonetheless. However you’ve known Sam for about five years, so Danny has been around that long and you still have this inability to like one another for the sake of Sam.

5 Years Ago

“Y/N this is Danny, Danny this is Y/N!” Sam had introduced you to his best friend. “It’s nice to meet you!” You smiled, putting a hand out to shake his, he nodded and shook yours. “Nice to meet you too.”

Throughout that night you had enough drinks that probably made you black out at some point. You hadn’t drank like this in a long time, in fact it had been so long you weren’t acting like your normal self…

Danny was sitting on the couch in the living room of whoever’s house it was. You started talking to a guy that was just as drunk as you were. You were needy and wanted attention. He started getting grabby with you and enjoying it for the time being considering you hadn’t really given a fuck at this point. 

Danny was watching you closely making sure you were okay. And seen how the guy started to get a little rough with you. “Hey you're gripping my wrists too tight…” You winced in pain, trying to break free. “Just dance with me…” You whined to the random stranger. He pulled you closer to him grinding on you, you giggled softly enjoying the moment a bit. 

You heard footsteps coming your way, “C’mon Y/N let’s go…” Daniel tried to grab you from the strangers arms. “No! I’m not going anywhere…” You fought back, “Y/N I’m just looking out for you.” He tried to pull you away again, “Danny I said I’m fine!” You smacked his hands away, “You’re not my fucking boyfriend. So stop acting like my protector…” The alcohol took over yourself, as you held onto the stranger. “Fine! Go fuck yourself. I was just trying to watch out for you from this fucking creep…” Danny stormed off and out of the house.

And you just continued the rest of your evening with the stranger you had been hanging with. Not too long after you were getting tired and wanting to go home, but the guy you had been hanging with was trying to take you with him. “No, I want to go home.” You struggled in his grip. “Just let me fucking go you prick.” You were struggling to get rid of the prick. “No, you’re coming with me…” He tried yanking your wrists, but before you knew it you had been knocked back to the ground and heard someone yelling. 

You sat up seeing Danny standing over the guy that was just bruising your wrists, the guy was holding his jaw. “Danny did you just fucking punch him?” You spat at him, “The dude was trying to take advantage of you…” He defended himself, “What did I tell you! I can take care of myself!” You pushed Daniel with whatever strength you had left. 

“You’re fucking plastered right now! And I’m trying to keep you safe! Fuck me for being a nice person… And looking out for my best friends, friends.” He threw his hands up, “You know what. Fuck this…” He got into his car and left, as you sat there completely out of it.

“I can’t make you any promises Sam… He’s just as stubborn as me. If not, more than me…” You looked over at him, Sam’s face lit up at your response, “If I have to kick his ass to suck it up I will…” He chuckled softly, you nodded. “Well then, I should get going… Jake wants to head out to the bars and Josh is tagging along as well. Just keep me posted?” He stood up giving you a hug before leaving your apartment.

You hadn’t really made any plans for tonight, except that your friend Rylee wanted you to come out for a party. Of course you couldn’t turn that down, if there was ever a place that involved free booze you were down. She insisted on picking you up to take you there, you agreed to her demands. 

After getting off the phone with Rylee you decided to take a shower to freshen up. You did your normal routine of exfoliating and doing everything to make yourself pretty much fuckable. It wasn’t often that you hooked up with guys at a party, but you just prepared yourself as if you had the intention of hooking up. 

Rylee: I’ll be over in about 15 mins to come and get you.

You: Alright, I’m just finishing up getting ready. :)

You had blown out your hair leaving it as is after blow drying it. And put on your normal day to day makeup. Grabbing a short skirt from your closet along with a tight fitting shirt. While wearing a thong and fishnets underneath the skirt, and one of your push up bras to make your boobs stand out more than they already did from the shirt you had picked out. You sprayed whatever nearest perfume you had, slipping your doc martens on. Rylee was already outside honking for you to come out. 

“Oh look at you! Fucking hot!” She giggled as you got into the car. “You’re the one that’s hot!” You smiled hugging her before putting your seatbelt on. “So are we just bouncing around to other parties or just chilling at this function?” You were questioning the plans of the night as she started to drive off. “I’m thinking of just hanging here, unless it gets boring we’ll go elsewhere.” 

It was about a 20 minute drive, and you guys happened to be driving down a road you’ve been down before. You felt your heart pounding in its place, “Rylee…” You looked over to her as she parked in front of ‘his’ house. “What?” She turned the car off looking over to you, “Is this Daniel FUCKING WAGNER’S HOUSE!?” Her face looked confused at your question, “Am I missing something?” 

Great, what are you supposed to tell her? It’s not like she knew the history between you two. You never really like to talk about it with anyone besides just the guys… Considering they were around him more than Rylee ever was. In fact Rylee had only ever encountered Danny at a party once, but they both were probably too shitfaced to remember. “No, no. I just hadn’t realized that this was the host is all…” You brushed it off, giving an awarding smile. “Lexi just said that this was one of the best places to party, so I figured why not?” 

After that whole moment, you just decided to suck it up and move on with it. You stepped out of the car, walking up to the house, you could hear the music blaring from outside and realized that it was going to be packed inside with how many vehicles were outside parked. Rylee and you walked into the house together, being greeted by one of Danny’s friends that you happened to have known from previous functions. You gave a smile and said your hello’s before making your way to the kitchen to grab your first of many drinks of the evening.

The kitchen was lined up with all sorts of liquor, mixers, and beer that you could name off. The music was loud, you could hear the chatter that was going on as well in the entire house, your nerves were getting to you hoping you wouldn’t bump into him tonight. But that’s not entirely promisable considering it's his house.

There were red solo cups stacked next to all of the booze, grabbing one you made your first drink of the night. Vodka and Cranberry, something simple but also something to get your buzz going. 

You had stayed close with Rylee for a good portion of the evening, downing almost everything that involved alcohol. Taking shots, and doing shotguns. The music was vibrating through your body, you couldn’t help but dance to the beat of the music blaring in the house. You were already probably shitfaced or just about near it, but you could care less.

 A guy had come up to you, dancing with you. He grabbed your hips as you swayed with him, you wrapped your one arm around his neck as your other hand held your drink. You were bantering with this stranger taking in the attention he was giving you. You guys were practically dry humping one another, but he wasn’t your eye candy. In hopes that you’d find another bachelor for the evening. 

Out of the corner of your eye you see him. Daniel was staring you down, you could feel as if his eyes were burning you right there on the spot. You felt your cheeks get hot and felt a heat between your legs. Danny never made you like this, was it just the alcohol talking or did his death stare just turn you on. You immediately left the room and got another drink if there was one thing you knew, it was to drink your problems away. 

Seeing Rylee out of the corner of your eye you called her over, “Danny was like eyeing me…” You looked her straight in the face, “Was it in a good way?” You shrugged, “I can’t tell if it was a fuck you face or a fuck me face…” You push your hair back to the side, “I mean, if you hook up with him. It wouldn’t be horrible… He’s a fucking god.” Rylee giggled softly, and then drifted away. 

Danny was good looking afterall. I mean sleeping with him wouldn’t solve the issue, or would it?

You shook your thoughts away and returned back to the party dancing with a group of girls and some guys but none of them really caught your eye. You actually looked at Danny more through the night, sometimes catching each other staring at one another. You couldn’t tell if he was mad that you were there or if he was just mad that you were all over the other guys.

Making your way over to Danny without it being visibly noticeable to anyone else. You spoke over your shoulder to him, “You know a picture lasts longer…” You smirked at him, “Oh… You think that I would want a picture of you? I would rather burn the picture than keep it.” He snapped back walking away from you.

It was about 1 in the morning everyone was leaving the party, you tried searching for Rylee but she was nowhere to be found. “Fuck…” You whispered to yourself, then tried calling her phone just for it to go to voicemail. “Oh no. No…” You went into the bathroom to throw some water on your face. You were still pretty fucked up from how much you drank, and unsure to call an uber.

After stumbling out of the bathroom you bump into someone. “Hey! Watch it!” They caught you, and you looked up. Your face turned a bright shade of red, “I’m s-sorry…” You giggled softly realizing who it was. Daniel Robert Wagner in the flesh. “Maybe if you opened your fucking eyes and paid attention you wouldn’t have bumped into me.”

Ouch, okay still a fucking asshole.

 “You know maybe you should watch where you’re going!” You crossed your arms, he had a smug look on his face. “This is my fucking house princess. Besides, shouldn't you have left by now with what's her face?” He stood against the wall not really showing interest in the conversation. “Pretty sure she left without me or left off with some guy… So I’m stuck here.” You threw your hands up in defeat.

“Well you sure as hell can’t stay here… I don’t even know who let you in here. The only time you’re allowed here is when you're with Sam, Jake and Josh.” He started to walk away, “Well I can’t drive because I didn’t come in my own car. And ubers are sketchy anymore…” You kept your head down. “Then fucking crash in the living room and in the morning have Sam pick you up.” He said coldly. Turning to go into his room he slammed his door shut. 

Goodnight to you too… You thought to yourself. After that whole encounterment you went downstairs to see it was a mess. Thinking to yourself if you should help clean up, or just leave the mess to the asshole upstairs. You decided that if you were gonna be stuck here for the rest of the night you’d just keep yourself busy. You rummaged in his kitchen finding trash bags to gather all the trash in the house, trying to keep the noise to a minimum. 

However you barely got sober, you stumbled around a bit. Tripping over one of the bags making a loud thud sound. “Shit…” You muttered to yourself hearing Daniel storm down the steps. “Can’t you be fucking quiet?” He looked at you, “I was trying to help around and just fell!” You snapped at him. “Well I don’t need your help. You being here is already bothering me…” He ripped the garbage bags from you. 

He threw the bags of trash into the trash can outside coming back in, he slammed the door shut. “In fact I don’t know why you think I would need your help…” He rolled his eyes at you, “You’re just a figment of my imagination.”

“Why are you so mean to me? What did I ever do…” You followed him. “Honestly.” You poked at him. “What did you do?” He turned around his face inches apart from yours. “Yes! What did I do Daniel that makes you hate me so fucking much!” 

Daniel sucked on his teeth, “You really don’t remember?” He laughed, clenching his jaw. “Were you really that fucked up when we first met?” He rolled his head before speaking again, “You were completely trashed on the night we first met. And some guy was creeping on you and I had bad vibes. But you were so adamant that you could handle it…” He clenched his fist together. 

“This is all new to me…” You were completely unaware of this. “Danny, are you making this up? Because if so this ain’t fucking funny.” You snickered at him, “No I’m not making this up. Would you shut up for once and let me finish!” He yelled so loud it would have woken up the neighbors. “You were so trashed that you got mad I beat the shit out of him. He was trying to get in your pants while you were blacked out drunk. I didn’t want anything bad happening to you, or you regretting your choices.” He snapped cockily. You stood against the wall, “Danny… I.” “I don’t want to hear it, you’re probably blacked out drunk right now and won’t remember this even happening.” He spat at you as he walked to the kitchen.

Knowing how pissed Danny was right now had you scared but the fire in your pants was saying something otherwise. “Daniel, please. Let me explain…” You followed him to the kitchen. “Y/N there is nothing to explain!” He looked at you clenching his jaw. “No there is, I hadn’t realized how much I drank that night, and in fact thank you for helping me that night…” You rubbed the back of your head.

“It’s a little too late for that…” He shook his head, “Danny! This can’t keep going on… This hate between us… Sammy wants us on good terms.” You tried reasoning with him, “Yeah well Sammy can’t always get what he wants darling…” He licked his bottom lip, biting it. “Well I’m not leaving here till we get this straightened out…” You stood in front of him with your arms crossed.

Standing there for a good few minutes, you looked at Danny head to toe. He was hot, there was no denying it. His height compared to you was insane. The way his curls laid and his jawline sharp enough to cut you. He was beautiful, yet he was still an asshole… Maybe you had to fuck the hate out of him. Get all the pent up anger out… You walked up to Danny slowly looking up at him with your best doe eyes.

 “Danny… I think I know the solution to fix our issues…”, he looked down at you, his eyes dark. Searching into your eyes, “You think you know the solution to solving our problems?”

He smirked, placing his hand on your cheek, cupping your face firmly. “I don’t think you do…” You felt yourself practically dripping him now, your thong was definitely soaked. “Well then, do you?” You bit your lip, placing a hand on his hip. He hissed, “I think you need to be punished for your actions…” You hummed, “Well then, I guess you better start.”

Daniel moved you to the side, “You’re not gonna be the one in control…” He smirked, chuckling softly, “So don’t be so cocky to me princess…” He went and poured himself a drink, you followed behind him. “Danny…” You purred his name out, running your hands along his back. His body flexed from your touch, then he turned around wrapping his one hand around your throat.

You had gotten goosebumps from it, he wasn’t hurting you. But he was holding it strong enough to take control of you. “You keep acting up, you’re just gonna make it harder on yourself…” He rubbed his thumb over your bottom lip. “Please…” You whined out to him. 

Danny clenched his jaw turning you to bend over the counter, you felt a swat across your ass. It didn’t even bother you, as you turned around to look at him he was smirking. “Was that not hard enough for you?” You shook your head at his response. “You’re going to have to use your words princess. Weren’t you taught manners?” You rolled your eyes at him, “No Sir.” He bit his lap smacking your ass again, harder this time leaving a little sting. You let out a little gasp, “Good girl.” 

You smirked looking back at him, “So how many do you think you deserve?” He raised an eyebrow at you, “Well if I’ve been such a pain then you tell me?” You giggled softly, he then pulled you up to his chest by your hair. “Keep getting cocky, I'm not gonna make it easy on you…” He said into your ear, making the hair on the back of your neck stand up. “Yes, Sir.” You breathed out as he let go of your hair.

 He cleared his throat, “Go to my room.” You felt your cheeks get hot and listened to his orders. “Yes, Sir.” You started walking, going up the stairs and down the hallway. His room was at the end of the hallway, you knew this because Sam had made a surprise birthday gift for him and he wanted your help. 

Once you entered his room, he came behind you closing his bedroom door. Not like anyone could walk in being it was just him who lived here. “Undress yourself.” He commanded, and sat down at the edge of his bed. You nodded and started to strip yourself. But he stopped you when you went to remove your thong. “Leave those on. And lay across my lap.” You laid across his lap, he then moved his hand to have one laying on your ass and the other by your back. “Can you count for me…” He started to rub your ass slowly, “Yes.” “Good…” He smirked.

After that confirmation you felt his hand leave your ass then come back down a second later. “O-one.” You gasped, you were expecting it to happen but were still caught off guard. He rubs it again before bringing it back harder this time, “Two.” you gritted through your teeth. Another smack, “Three.” You felt the goosebumps start to form on your body, he then grabbed your hair smacking your ass again. “F-four…” You moaned out, he chuckled softly as you felt his cock start to harden beneath you. 

“One more for good measure.” He smirked and smacked your ass one final time, there was definitely a print left there. “Five…” You felt his hard on pressed against your stomach. But soon you were pulled up by him, “See that wasn’t so hard.” He bit his lip, pulling you close to him. Your back was against his chest as he ran his hands up your stomach to your breasts, taking them into his hands squeezing them gently. You let a moan escape your lips, “Such pretty sounds coming out of a pretty slut…” You bit your lip, “Is that a compliment Wagner?” You smirked, “Don’t test me…” He gritted through his teeth.

You could feel his hard cock pressed against your ass, he was big but you could only imagine how it looked when it wasn’t in his pants. You moved your hand to palm him through his pants. He left out a moan and started to play with your nipples pinching them softly. “P-please…” You whined out to him, “Begging already, and I haven’t even done much to you yet…” He clicked his tongue.

Taking his hands off of you, he then put his hand at your core feeling you soaked through the fabric. “Soaked already princess?” He smirked, and teased you by rubbing his hand across. “Only for you…” You blushed, “For an asshole like me…” He chuckled and removed your thong, picking you up to lay you on the bed. He then removed his clothes only to leave him in his boxers. “Come here.” He motioned with his fingers, you sat up on your knees crawling over to him on the bed. He then pulled your face close to his, kissing your lips roughly. You were taken back a bit, but went with it. He bit your bottom lip running his tongue across, letting yours slip into his mouth.

For a good minute you shared the kiss, then he removed his boxers. His dick springing upward. You looked at it, your jaw dropped at the sight. He was long, girthy, just all around big. It was probably the prettiest cock you’ve ever seen. “You think you’re ready for this…” He smirked, pulling your face to his cock, “Open.” You took his cock into your hand, wiping the pre-cum from his slit over the tip before taking him into your mouth. He left out a moan, and held onto your hair tightly.

You placed your one hand on his hip to hold yourself up. You then lick the underside of his cock from the base up and closing your lips around the tip to suckle softly on it. He whines out, “Fuck…” Smirking around his cock, you start to bob your head up and down his shaft, but then go all the way down making tears welled up in your eyes. You could feel him twitch a little bit, making you pull away as you stroked him with your hand. “Cum in my mouth.” 

You smirked looking up at him, he grabbed your jaw. 

“No. I’m not ready yet, not until I taste that pretty cunt of yours.” He pushed you back to lay on your back, and crawled on top of you kissing your neck, collarbone, your chest, stomach and right above your clit. You moaned at each kiss he planted, “Since you’re being such a good girl…” He started to rub your clit slowly, “I’ll treat you nicely.” He licked a stripe through your folds making you moan again, “You want me so bad, huh?” He smirked watching you practically come undone. “Y-yes.” 

Within a second he slips his digit into you, as he pushes it in and out of you. He starts to kitty lick your clit, flicking it around slowly letting you enjoy this moment with him. Your hands reach down to grab ahold of his curls, once you had a hold of it you tugged gently at it. “Danny…” You moaned out as he kept his pace going, adding another digit. He smirked against your clit as he started to suck onto it, you started to feel a knot in your stomach. A couple more licks and you’d be over the edge. 

“Danny, I’m g-gonna cum…” You whined out as your legs started to twitch. “I’ll let you, since you're being so nice…” And with that he reattaches his lips to your cunt sucking and licking as his digits thrusted into you, sending you into overdrive. You came undone with his touch, “Fuck, fuck, yes!” You moaned out cumming onto his fingers. He stood up, looking at you he sucked his fingers clean. “You taste so sweet…” He smiled, kissing your lips softly letting you get a taste of yourself. 

He then moved his hands to your breasts, fondling them while taking your breast into his mouth, sucking and nibbling on your nipple. You moaned out again, running your hands in his hair again. He played with your other nipple with his hand, while still sucking and licking the other. You felt his cock poking at your stomach.

After a few more moments he breaks away from your breasts leaving marks around them, you blushed at how much of a mess he was making you. He then pressed you down onto the bed, taking his hands as he rubbed your clit again feeling how wet you still were. “Danny, just fuck me already…” You whined out wanting to feel him already. “But I like teasing you… You make pretty sounds for me…” He smirked, kissing your inner thigh. “You’re an ass, you know that.” You sat up on your elbows looking down at him, “Say that again…” He smirked at you, “You’re an ass…” You bit your lip not expecting what was to happen next. 

He looked into your eyes, they weren’t dark like before but instead they were soft and kind. Not the kind of Danny you knew before this all happened, he then crashed his lips to yours kissing you passionately. Wrapping your arms around his back you pull him closer to you, feeling his warm cock pressed against your thigh. 

He then reaches down to move your leg up onto his shoulder, breaking from the kiss he looks down at you with his length in his hand. “Are you sure you want to do this?” He smiled softly, rubbing the tip at your core. “Yes. Please… Fuck. Me.” You looked at him smiling, without wasting any time he slid into you slowly letting you adjust to him inch by inch as he stretched you out. You had both gasped when he was fully inside of you, he then started to thrust into you. 

“More…” You moaned out, he started to pick his pace up while still keeping it steady. He had one hand holding your leg while the other was on your waist. You reached out to grab his arm as he started to fuck you more. 

“Danny…” He moaned at his name leaving your lips, he picked the pace up now sliding in and out of you faster than before. He picked up your other leg to have both your legs on his shoulders now giving him more depth as he thrusted into you harder. You started moaning from how good he felt filling you up. 

“Say my name baby…” He grunted out as he fucked you. “Danny…” You moaned out holding on the bed sheets tightly. “Louder. I want you to let the world know who’s fucking you.” He started to thrust harder, making your skin clap together filling the room with the noises you made together. “Danny! You feel so g-good fucking me.” You screamed out as he fucked you deeper hitting your g-spot with each thrust he made. 

“You’re close, baby, I know. Come on…” He kept fucking you the way he was, taking his hand he started to rub your clit, which made you release into your second orgasm of the night. “Oh fuck…” You cried out from the overstimulation as he fucked you out of your high. After a moment he pulls out, turning you on all fours. “I’m not done yet…” He kissed the back of your neck softly, nibbling at your ear. You moaned at his actions, and turned your head to kiss his lips biting his lower lip. 

Immediately after that kiss, he rubbed his cock against your entrance. “You take me so good princess…” He smirked and entered you again making you gasp at the warmth you were missing from him. “Oh yes… Fill me up Danny…” You cried out holding yourself up. He grabbed your hips and started moving his thrusting into you at a steady pace. “M-more…” You whined out for him. 

Danny then picked up the pace adding a little more roughness to his thrusts. He smacked your ass as he fucked you harder. “You’ve been such a good girl Y/N… Maybe I should’ve fucked you a long time ago…” He smirked moaning out with each thrust he made. You cried out more compliments of him, making you literally fall apart beneath him.

Grabbing your arms he held you close to his chest as he pounded into you. “I know you’re almost there again princess. How many more times are you gonna cum for me…” He kissed your cheek sloppily, he held you close to him as went faster. “Danny, d-don’t stop.” You whined out for him, he listened to your words and didn’t stop in fact he was hitting your spot again. “Oh, my god…” You roared out as you felt another orgasm coming. “That’s it pretty girl, let go…” You couldn’t help but come undone again. The overstimulation took over your body. 

Danny smirked, kissing your back, “Now ride me.” He said sternly as he pulled out of you and laid against his head board. You nodded and crawled on top of him lining yourself up with him, once you were lined up you sank down. Making him groan out for you. “Fuck.” He moaned, holding your hips as you started to rotate your hips.You placed your hands on his chest for support, each time you went up his cock he would thrust into you. 

“Danny… I want to make you feel good.” You moaned out, “Let me take care of you…” You started to bounce on his cock, he nodded and let you take over. He kept his grip on your hips though, watching you as you took over. He moaned out cute little words as you rode him. “You, feel so good…” He moaned, lunging forward to kiss your breasts. You moaned out at his touch picking the pace up, you put your hands in his hair playing with it as you fucked him. 

“So. Good…” He moaned out as he took your breast into his mouth kissing and licking. You clenched yourself around his cock, riding him harder and faster. “Oh fuck… Keep doing that and I’ll cum in this pretty pussy.” He smirked, kissing your neck leaving marks. You smirked at the challenge he left you. You were determined to have him cum. “Come on Danny… I know you want to.” You cried out as you rotate your hips while bouncing on his cock faster. He gripped your hips slamming into you, 

“You’re close again.” He smirked, kissing your jaw, you moaned out. “I. Wanna. Cum. With you…” You moaned, wrapping your arms around you. “Come on then princess…” He grunted as his thrust started to lock up, you released at his words clenching around him as you shook violently from the orgasm. He then stalls and spills his warm load into you. 

You cried out his name again as you felt his warmth in you. After he was finished he pulled out slowly letting you lay on the bed, “Hold on a moment.” He smiled, getting up and grabbing a warm wet washcloth to clean you up. “Here princess…” He kissed your cheek, helping you clean up from the mess you both made.

Once you were both cleaned up, he pulled you under the covers with him. Wrapping his arm around you, pulling you close to his body. “Was that good for you?” He smiled looking down at you, you looked up at him smiling shyly. “Yes.” You whispered, “Oh shit… Are you on the pill?” He had a worried look on his face, “Yes I am. You’re fine.” You giggled at his reaction, “Okay… Good. Sorry I should’ve asked.” He smiled at you, “It’s okay. If I have to get a Plan-B I will.” 

“Do you want a pair of clothes to sleep in?” He smiled at you getting out of his bed. “You still want me to sleep here?” You giggled, as he nodded, putting a pair of boxers and sweatpants on. “Then I’d love to wear something.” You stood up grabbing the clothes from him. 

After you changed into them, he was already laying in his bed waiting for you. You crawled beside him, cuddling into his chest. “Are you okay with this?” He nodded, “I’m more than okay with it.” You smiled softly and laid against him. “I’m sorry for how I was to you that night Danny… I didn’t realize how awful I was to you.” You frowned, looking up at him. “And I’m sorry for not letting you know sooner. I could’ve sworn that you knew what happened… I guess I was just in my head.” He sighed, “I’m just glad we worked this out…” He hummed and kissed your forehead. 

“So uh, what do we tell Sam then.” You giggled thinking about what his reaction would be. “I guess we could just tell him we made up…” He chuckled softly, pulling your face close to his. He kissed you softly, “Get some rest sweet girl. We’ll tell Sam in the morning.” You nodded softly letting sleep take over you.

Later that morning you woke up to 5 missed calls from Rylee and a couple texts from Sam asking what happened. 

Danny had already been up and he came back into the room with a cup of tea for you. “Here you go my love.” He smiled sitting next to you. “So, we should probably call Sam.” He suggested, you nodded while taking a sip of the hot tea. Pulling your phone out to pull his number up and facetime him. “Hi Sammy.” You smiled, he had a questionable look on his face, “Are you at Danny’s?!” He yelled through the phone. “Uh. Yeah…” You smiled sheepishly. 

Then Danny turned the camera towards him, “Yeah she’s here. In bed with me.” He smirked and chuckled softly, “Things are more than okay between us.” He blushed which made you smile. “Are you guys like together, together?” Sam poked at the two of you, “Uh…” You looked at Danny raising an eyebrow, “Yeah… We are… Guess there were just some feelings we were keeping from one another.” Danny smiled, wrapping his arm around you. “Yes!” Sam yelled happily, “I finally don’t have to hear you two bicker anymore.” You and Danny both laughed saying your goodbyes to Sam and hung up.

“So I’m your girlfriend now?” You looked up at him blushing. “Only if you want to be…” He scratched the back of his head. You pulled his face close to yours, “Of course I want to be your girlfriend dummy.” You giggled, kissing his lips softly.

#daniel wagner #danny x reader #danny gvf #danny wagner x reader #danny wagner #greta van fleet #danny greta van fleet #gvf #greta van smut #gvf smut

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OCs I’ve gained since I’ve last been here

Lemme get y’all updated on my characters since I’ve logged on! Those who’ve known me for a while already know about Penny and Quill, but a few more have joined the stable since them! I’ma tell you about ‘em now.

CHIRO - Bat Scrybe of Kyro

Conceptualized alongside my close friend and frequent collaborator HT Black, Chiro is the hero to a long lost classic platformer video game, “Chiro! And the Words of Power”, where she is a Scrybe on a journey to save her homeland of Kyro.

Endlessly curious and helpful to a fault, Chiro isn’t quite sure that she deserves or should even be a Scrybe, entrusted to write down and preserve the history of her land, but she’s going to try her best, anyway. People are counting on her!

TYRA - The Nervous Dragon

Tyra is an electric dragon with a neurotic streak, easily intimidated and often nervous, despite her large stature. Ponies around her find her quite atypical of what they expect from dragons. She is genuinely trying her best though, so do give the girl a break.

ROWENA - A weeb stuck in the 2000s

A character conceived alongside with @sublimenol​!

Pulled into a strange world that changed her from a lost-in-life 30 something office worker to an absolute weeb of a bat, Rowena embodies much of the anime fan culture of the early 2000s. Very much a tsundere, through and through. She’s got twin-tails like Kagami Hiiragi!

The main thing about Rowe is that she was conceived of as an “alternate” path of my life, if I had kept the path of my art towards anime/manga and not diverted into ponies.

RED | The Tail-Taker | The Flame-in-Flood

Another character conceived alongside HT Black. Red was a former soldier of the Mnemonic Order of the Sun, a powerful church in the city known as This Awful Place. The humyns of the city were often at war with the Lothric peoples, derisively called Vermyn. Red was notorious for his brutality against the Lothric, with his nickname well earned. Prideful and driven, Red was a skilled Mnemonic, even if his faith was not quite as resolute as his peers.

Through Lothric magic, Red was transformed into one of the Least, the smallest clan of the Lothric. This experience slowly humbles him and has him understand the peoples he long called his enemy, and to realize that the conflict in This Awful Place was not as simple as Humyns against the Lothric.

LILAC MEADOWS - The Constantly Overwhelmed Secretary

A character inspired by Foxxy-TF!

This poor skunk has one primary personality: Constantly overwhelmed. Serving as the secretary to one Miss London, there is almost never a chance you see Lilac taking a break. Whether it’s because she’s a workaholic or because she doesn’t ever know how to take it easy, it’s hard to say.

LYKA THE STOAT - Commander of the Restoration Auxiliary Team

Here’s one I’ve been excited to talk about! My Sonic the Hedgehog OC!

Lyka the Stoat is the de facto leader of the Restoration Auxiliary Team, a secondary arm of the Restoration seen in the Sonic IDW comics. Whatever shenanigans Sonic and his friends are up to, you can expect the RATs to be holding up the rear or fighting another front!

Lyka is a hyperactive and cheerful stoat, always eager to get into battle and help out. Straight up, she embodies a lot of shonen protagonist tropes. She’s not terribly bright and has a bad habit of causing a lot of property damage, but her heart’s in the right place and as long as you point her in the right direction, she’s a force to be reckoned with. Despite not being strategically minded, her spirit and tenacity has put her as the leader of the RATs, inspiring others to take up the wispon against Dr. Eggman.

If you’ve got questions or whatever regarding my OCs, feel free to throw them my way!

#art #OCs #bat #dragon #stoat #skunk #mouse #Chiro #Rowena #Tyra #Lilac #Lyka #Red

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Umm....Okayyy...

Why do you object to this and why is it “worse” than MLK (both instances were horrifying...)? It actually sorta explains why they chose 1955 versus 1953.....

Is it because, LBR, you hate black people being focused on? And I do say this while thinking it IS kinda icky that Slizzy’s involved, but there it is....

No, it isn’t kettle-bullshit, but thanks for confirming yourself as a Cole-hater, too...

And, LBR, what Racist is REALLY pressed about here? That it turns out Tabi’s gonna have moar screen time. (and, again, stuff about black people).

OML....yes, Racist, reddit is such a reliable source....especially when it’s all, already been entirely disproven. Plus Cole and PP haven’t had many scenes together (and lots of those were split screen!) for over 2 years, dumbasses....and it’s WHY they cast a new LI for Jughead.....

Also, he’s the fucking NARRATOR and remains their biggest draw....so, nooo....but there wasn’t gonna be moar jizzy again, anyway....

Additionally,

A) cuz, yeah, Izzy, you’re ALWAYS right.....

B) he also is entitled, by contract and his civil rights to a harassment-free workplace, so, again, your argument is shit.

I mean, see above, you ignorant piece of trash. Plus, again, you’ve been wrong about everything now for over two seasons.

Ummm....dude, bullshit, you’ve been insisting you’d be getting everything you ever wanted, wrapped in a big fat bow, for the past two seasons. Additionally, OFC, why do you even want this? You hate Cole and have opted to make that crystal clear (and then some), so why do you want this? You don’t even like Jughead.

Is it cuz black lady and you hate Barfies? Cuz that’s all I’ve got....

I’m also laughing because while, yes, it IS possible there’s jizzy endgame in the last 2 minutes of the show, essentially offscreen, to boot....even that is looking increasingly unlike. And time was, you insisted that would be the worst ever.

Now sad crumbs at the end would be enough? Ummm....okayyyy....

Oh good lord.....while, yes, it’s clearly show promo (cuz duh), no it wasn’t “Cole ignoring his Pee Arr team”.....cuz why TF would he? Especially to do something kinda uncomfortable for himself, that he didn’t have to do?

OML.....where to even fucking start?

Ummm.....no, the writers don’t care what the actors want, now or ever....they also DGAF what YOU want....

Meanwhile, ummm....if the network didn’t want a full final season, they wouldn’t have ordered one. From BERLANTI....who would be the entity negotiating this (and seemed fine with their much moar popular show, The Flash, getting a much shorter final season)....and literally, again, every show on the CW is looking at the ax soon enough, because the entire network is essentially no moar/soon to be no moar....

And no, while the network retains final approval, it does NOT work that way, either....plus, again, there are other networks, etc....this anon’s ignorance is just utterly and spectacularly breathtaking.

Additionally, again.....Netflix pays for the show, they’re fine with it, etc....

And I thought RAS was gonna save the show from Babyman???

Errmm.....I think, again, the cast cares about working in a hostile environment/getting to sexually harass their targets. A LOT....and maybe peeps think that cuz it’s what the cast endlessly pretends?

Again....nope. Paley was fine, had the same attendance (a bit better, in fact) than other shows. Also, if it’s such lost shit, why are YOU here talking about it?

I always love your endless doom and gloom scenarios, as well....plus, my recent (and still not quite resolved) provider switching gives me some further insight, here:

It’s actually kinda a big pain in the ass now to watch the CW live....

USGOTV (or USTVNOW, whichever one is free) has shut down.....the other one wants $29 per month to have access to the CW’s live east coast stream...

Nobody wants to pay for DirecTV (stream) or Hughesnet, YoutubeTV (which I’ll be cancelling post free trial, for this express reason) doesn’t have agreements in all (or many) markets for live CW---so you’re stuck simply streaming the app the next day....which you can do for free, anyway. But doesn’t track for live ratings.

I’ll personally be switching to HuluLive, but they REALLY limit how many screens and locations you can watch from....

The other option I could gather is going waaayyyyy old skool and putting in an antenna (who knew?), but not really so wanting to do so...

(she has many other posts, but I shall pause with this for the moment....)

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#okay im a sucker for dave and karkat enemys to friends and im imagining how it might happen in my highschool au

#so my thoughts are that they do not like eachother and theyre very grumpy and then prom or whatever dance for your sophomore year comes

Dave walks into class and TZ strikes up a conversation, Karkat overhears them talking about prom and automatically assumes they’re going to go together because TZ and DV have always had a good rapport but like then the day of the dance comes and Karkat finds out that TZ is with VK and dave is alone apparently? No matter how much he’s constantly ranting about being super cool n shit? 

#theyre sitting there against the wall w punch bc neither of them had anyone to go with and they also dont really like dances nd r b o r e d

Rose went with Kanaya, Terezi with Vriska, June with Jade, Feferi-Nepeta-Equius-Aradia-Sollux-Eridan multi date, Gamzee with Tavros, and that’s all of them accounted for, so they’re alone. Dave is drawing Karkat’s outfit when Karkat comes up to him and asks what he’s doing nervously and says he thought that Dave was going with Terezi, and weren’t they like a thing for a while? Dave says that no, they’ve always just been friends, and you look pretty cool, wanna chat?

#so they like. chat. and surprisingly they kinda get along. then daves like 'hey you wanna like. blow this place'

So they talk. They talk cinema, they talk drawings, they talk romance, they talk music. Eventually, Karkat’s actually having fun, so when Dave’s like, “you wanna blow this popsicle stand” he goes with it.

#nd karkats like 'YEAH WHY TF NOT' and probably makes a quip abt how if he was gonna get murdered itd be better than this shit

“HONESTLY, WHY THE FUCK NOT. IT’S NOT LIKE ANYONE HERE IS PAYING ATTENTION TO US ANYWAY, AND I DON’T HAVE ANYTHING BETTER TO DO, SO IF I GO WITH YOU, AT LEAST I’M NOT GETTING MURDERED.” and so they get in the car - daves got like a tinier car and it’s filled with hoodies and snacks because. Like. bro cant get into his car if its locked. And karkat sees the mess and is like “ACTUALLY, NO, BEING MURDERED MIGHT BE BETTER THAN RIDING IN THIS SHIT EXCUSE FOR AN AUTOMOBILE.” and dave just laughs it off because who says automobile anymore? Karkat, that’s who.

#and okay so dave should probably actually be 16 bc im imagining him driving anyway so theyre on the road karkats like

#'WHERE TF ARE WE GOING' and daves like 'wanna go to dairy queen i work there i can get us a discount'

So they’re driving down the highway and dave notices an exit sign and turns, and karkat asks, WHERE IN THE FIERY HELL THAT IS THIS STATE ARE WE GOING and dave laughs and asks a bit nervous “ok so do you wanna get dairy queen i work there i can get us a discount

#nd karkats secretly like hell yes i love ice cream but hes like 'whatever' because he wants to seem cool and collected anyway

And so karkat just like leans back in his seat and inwardly he’s like immediately i know what i want but he just says “SURE, WHY NOT” but inwardly he’s super ecstatic that this person could just. Tell. that he likes that so much even though he doesn’t explicitly know. 

#they get to dairy queen. they get lots and lots of ice cream. they r stiff and awkward at first but like the night goes on nd they losen up

So they go to dairy queen and they take a corner booth with a terrible view, but the ice cream is really good and the workers keep bringing them free ice cream and making insinuations and dave blushes every time and laughs it off but karkat is like. Ok. what if that was true. Haha jk. Unless. 

#karkat says something and dave riffs of it and ends up making himself laugh really hard at it. karkat is like 'oh shit.

Karkat makes a joke about the government which starts Dave going on Obama which eventually turns into Dave just being like a stand up comedian and then laughing to himself about it and getting KK to smile for the first time all night and Karkat’s just like ok i actually kinda like dave. Like. not like that. But as a friend maybe? Yeah. Totally just as a friend.

#this douchbag is a person.' anyway comments insue like 'ive literally never seen you laugh before do it more often please' and then like

Dave is like, holy shit, I never knew you could be not annoying, guess ive gotta kidnap people and take them to dq more often huh, and then they joke for a while and dave goes silent. Karkat asks what it is and dave’s just like i’ve… never actually seen you smile before, it’s really sweet

#this parts a little blank but one of them probably kk suggests they like. go stargazing bc theres a really good park for that close 2 here

Eventually they get bored and start making up random designs in the little stains on the table, and Karkat is just like ok this is fun but wanna go somewhere with actual stars?

#nd they go stargazing and they make up shitty constellations together. turns out the sky is full of penises if you look hard enough.

So they go to this park that’s close to Karkat’s neighborhood and then they lay on the ground and count stars and make up the most random constellations, which eventually turns into dave just finding dicks in the sky. 

#the phalluses enrage karkat. but playfully

The dick jokes piss off karkat, but he’s gotta admit it’s not actual annoyance more like a playful hatred

#they r. friends now. they eventually have to go home but neither of their guardians really care how late they are.

They exchange pesterchums and when they do they see the time. It’s like twelve o clock. And dave is just like ok we should probably go home now, want me to drop you off? But karkat lives nearby so he waves off the offer but then dave insists on at least walking him to the door. Then dave goes home, and dirk gives him a questioning look but when he sees dave’s dorky smile he doesn’t ask, but rose does, so he and rose stay up all night swapping stories about their gay -ships. I think sometime in the middle karkat messages dave, and so they just like video call instead and karkat is like holy shit is that rose and realizes dave is her twin. And rose has apparently been friends with karkat for a while and dave is just like why didn’t you introduce me sooner???

#u can read it as a friendship or as the start to a romance. i was picturing the latter personally

The next month they talk a lot, text a lot, and then eventually dave realizes he has a crush on karkat and goes to rose for help, and rose tells him if he actually likes karkat he should just tell him, because *wink wink nudge nudge* im not going to reveal a friends secrets but it definitely wont ruin your relationship. So the next day dave asks karkat out to dairy queen, and there’s like this whole thing he’s got set up with his coworkers and they get free ice cream and then they go out to the park again. It’s like nine o clock so the stars are finally out and there’s not much light pollution. And karkat’s like what’s this for? And then dave asks him out and karkat’s like “oh hell yeah” and then they make out on a playground slide until like ten o clock.

my outline for the davekat au i found from you <3

OMGGGG

i love this omg!!!

#daphne gets asks #agraysexualmess #LOVE ALL THE DETAILS U ADDED #also the whole going from making shapes out of stains to being like 'hey this is basically stargazing. wanna do that instead?' is GENIUS #could not for the life of me figure out a way to bridge the gap there but thats so fucking good #i really like what u did with it thank u ;~; #long post #so fuckin excited to read the fic #this in itself was so fun to read

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Girlfriend Vs Wife Energy & Self Confidence

Let's Talk About Girlfriend Vs Wife Energy:

Why I don’t believe in being someone’s girlfriend.

Warning This post contains:

Unpopular opinions

Major triggers

Very colorful language (because I’m very passionate about the topic and will NOT apologize for any of the following)

As the majority of people I dated and also had many relationships.Although I always knew I wanted to get married at some point..

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I also bought into the popular beliefs that those days I HAD to be a girlfriend for at least a year or more to “convince” a guy I was wife material.

Move in with them, travel, cook and clean for them too. And guess what that didn’t work..

AT ALL..

I ended up with a list of failed relationships that I wish I never entered into.

Self-loathing, leaving me with having to recover from them each one of them every time..

But when I had enough of this BS, I simply decided that I wasn’t going to be anyone’s girlfriend.

I would simply date until it would be time to get married..

I didn’t care about the popular lies running around anymore..

I had stopped believing that having a high number of boyfriends was something cool and brag-worthy.

I mean, have you heard of that TikTok trend called "body count"?Seriously ewwwwww TF!.

I knew one thing that was for SUUUURE is that based on my experience I knew for CERTAIN that when a man wants you, and I mean, REALLY wants you, he will pursue you and do ANYTHING in his power to get you..

And additionally, if he thinks you’re the one, he will pursue putting a ring on it until YOU say YES..

So I held onto that knowledge and I started dating differently.

And I went against THE MOST popular dating rule!.

From the very FIRST date (Oh yes you are reading this right) I was crystal clear that I wasn’t their next girlfriend but I was looking for my husband..

I can’t tell you how much I deeply appreciated doing that because that IMMEDIATELY removed any guys who were only looking for fun and get me to give wife duties on a girlfriend plan.

Only a handful remained and eventually pretty quickly I found my one and only .

Now that didn’t stop here.

Having changed the way I saw relationships changed the way I saw everything else because again everything in life is a relationship.

With yourself, friends, and business.

Everything.

So I pondered more on the subject throughout the years and as a business owner, I realized that: When I am in the market for something I’m a quick buyer.

Meaning, it really doesn’t take me ages to buy something.

Not because I’m an impulsive buyer, (and a lot of people tried to make me believe that) but because I always already know what I’m looking for and when I see it I COMMIT to the purchase.

I don’t need tricks or a manipulative false sense of urgency to convince me (I can see right through them).

The truth is that A LOT OF PEOPLE are people who are ready to commit!.

And yes a lot of people are afraid of it too.

BUUUTTTT!

It doesn’t mean that we must bend ourselves over backward to convince!

Seriously, F.U.C.K the Convincing energy!.

And prove what we “bring to the table” (I F’ing hate this term by the way ).

In business or career, a whole lot of the gurus will teach you the convincing strategies to sell….

But again, from the bottom of my heart F.U.C.K that!.

There are people out there ALREADY looking for what YOU offer AND are READY AND WILLING to commit to THEMSELVES by buying from YOU..

There are people out there who want to have friendships with people like YOU, YES!.

AND will show their commitment to your relationship by showing the F up for you..

The girlfriend energy is the life where you have to prove yourself and keep giving away free test drives like it's "nobody's business" to prove what you can "bring to the mother fucking table".

(Ths one is for my fellow entrepreneurs: Free challenges, Freebies, Free tips, Free shipping, Free products, Free samples... you name it. Free 99 yourself in every possible way. Bend over and give yourself for FREE.)Do you think that Chanel, LV, Bugatti, or Ferrari give away free shit anything???

Free anything only brings in LOW vibes of EVERYTHING..

Whereas, The Wife Energy is KNOWING with ABSOLUTE CERTAINTY that you are ONE of a kind.

VALUABLE..

Irreplaceable.

And worthy of being committed to !!!.

You bring QUALITY into everything you do.

And others see it, they feel it, and they fuckin' LOVE it!.

Your energy is VALUABLE to them.

That’s why they stick around and want to keep doing so.

They show you genuine LOVE and SUPPORT you fully.

Now after learning this all, I embody this WHOLEHEARTEDLY.

I only deal with people and clients who are ready to commit to themselves and value my energy because I am READY to commit to them and their success in return.

I know myself in and out. As a Human Design Generator, I naturally radiate a strong frequency, and so If you can’t feel or see the value of my energy from the get-go, I’m not for you and you are not for me.

And it's OK.

I’m NOT afraid of walking away from things or people, even if they seem like amazing opportunities on the surface of things.

I’m not here to convince you of my value.

I already know I’m BEYOND valuable.

Because I have done the inner work to elevate myself to that frequency.

And that’s EXACTLY what I mentor my clients on.

I take them onto an incredibly deep self-discovery journey and they come out of it CONFIDENT AF in their abilities and talents.

COURAGEOUS and DARING.

They drop any need to prove themselves.

In the deepest knowledge that they too are VALUABLE and ready to achieve things that they never even thought they could manifest in their 3D reality.

Their lives change completely and they thank me for that. I have lost count of times when I was told “you saved my life”.

Again QUALITY in my relationships that’s what I call the Wife energy.

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Putting this in an ask because comments have a word limit :D

I LOVE the two conversations with Lúthien and Turgon at the start of part 30 of TFS. It’s clear what Maedhros is *trying* to do - make things better for two people he loves before he leaves, to assuage the guilt of leaving - but what makes it great is that Lúthien and Turgon are both trying to tell him the same thing, and he is not listening. It is not HIMSELF that is a danger, it is the Oath, and he is unable or unwilling to recognize that he can be free of it, which is why he doesn’t get what he’s looking for from either of them.

The Lúthien one really stands out because Maglor doesn’t *seem* particularly tormented by the Oath; Maedhros seems to be projecting his own preoccupations upon Maglor. To the extent that Maglor still seems concerned about the Oath, it’s mostly on Maedhros’ own behalf.

It’s just…the way he’s willing to walk straight into Sauron’s grasp rather than grapple with the realizations that are in front of him!

It’s fantastic characterization.

Thank you so much! Part 30 had a very clear structure in my mind: Maedhros talks to Lúthien about Maglor, he talks to Turgon about Fingon, he talks to Fingon, he talks to Maglor – and he does, I think, feel in some way as though he’s setting his affairs in order before he leaves. (He does not have any expectation at this stage of ever seeing Fingon or Maglor again, also.)

There was a post going around a while ago about how some stories are tragedies because “it didn’t HAVE to end this way” and some stories are tragedies because “it was always GOING to end this way”. What about, I asked myself the other day, walking home from work in the rain, a tragedy that isn’t inevitable – but its protagonist thinks it is? Because I really did want part 30 to feel like a tragedy in one act; and Maedhros, who both canonically and in tfs is almost defined by this utter inability to recognise the shape of the narrative he is caught in, was naturally the central figure of it. I do think this is one of the saddest instalments of the entire fic. It was very hard, emotionally, to write.

So, yes, Maedhros doesn’t listen. He’s too convinced that There Is Only One Way The Story Goes, and convinced also that he is the main character of it: “You do rather think everything is about you, don’t you?” says Turgon, and Maedhros’ immediate internal response, which he decides not to say aloud, is Well it is. And he’s been proven right about Sauron lurking in Dorthonion, and proven right that going public with his relationship with Fingon after centuries of secrecy is a bad idea, which only reinforces his belief that he is right about literally everything. This is… not true, to say the least.

As for the Oath: Maedhros’ current thoughts on it are, in a large part, driven by his conversation with Maglor in part 28, just before the battle.

“When it is won,” he says again, “we might try, perhaps, to rid ourselves of our shackles for good.”

Maedhros stills. “What do you mean by that?”

“You know what I mean, Nelyo,” Maglor says quietly. “The Oath. I do not know if we can free ourselves of it, but I know we must try.”

Maedhros gives him a long, thoughtful look. “Is that what you want?” he asks.

“More than anything,” says Maglor. “Oh, Nelyo, I am tired of being bound. Aren’t you?” He thinks of Menegroth and struggling with all his will against the Oath’s compulsion; and he thinks of Lúthien, who told him he need not regret forever.

Maedhros’ hand goes to the stump of his right wrist. He says nothing.

“I am beginning to believe it possible, at least,” says Maglor.

“All right,” Maedhros murmurs. He sounds resigned more than anything else, although in his eyes is the distant, calculating look Maglor usually associates with his brother the strategist, poring over war-maps and diplomatic correspondence.

Maglor: I want to be free of the Oath

Maedhros: clearly what he is saying is that we need to go after the other two Silmarils and although I do not yet know how to do that or particularly want to do it my precious baby brother must have anything his heart desires

(Also, incidentally, the precise thought that went through Maedhros' head when Maglor asked him if he was tired of being bound was, verbatim, Káno, I am always bound.)

So although Maglor isn't tormented by the Oath exactly, he has been spending a lot of time this arc quietly thinking about it (in fact, he's been thinking about it pretty much the entire fic). And, as Lúthien says, there is a lot that Maglor understands and Maedhros doesn't: namely, that they can be free of the Oath, and that there's a distinction between that and fulfilling it. More on this in the next arc, probably. But Maedhros has fully failed to grasp any of this, even though Lúthien basically spells it out for him when she asks him if Thingol's Silmaril is really what he wants. So instead he goes off and makes what one might reasonably call a Bad Decision.

He's so stupid. He breaks my heart.

#asks #warrioreowynofrohan #the fairest stars #tfs spoilers #maedhros #thank you for the lovely ask!! I have a lot of thoughts

[myxsweetxeverything]

Also I should probably make a tumblr account to talk to you (I stalked you here from your AO3 lol), I feel bad being anon and sending you hella lengthy ass messages like this with nothing to show for it 😂 but yes I adore your fics!! I got back into NIN over quarantine 3 years ago after previously not listening to them since hesitation marks came out and the hyperfixation just never seemed to go away!! Yes 100% the community for NIN RPF is soooo insurmountably tiny however of the very few people we have in this community, many of them seem interested in shipping Trent with M*nson and nothing/nobody else, with no consideration for other dynamics, which isn’t my thing, so coming across your content was LITERALLY a breath of fresh air. Your fics could stand to be a bit longer IMHO but they contain character (not caricatures), facts, and actually interesting plots unlike a lot of other NIN fics I’ve seen.

And man don’t even get me started on the general NIN fandom and its…rigidity and the pressures there are within it to be “perfect” somehow, while also managing to exclude other people and be stone cold af. I’ll always love the music but I left the fandom 2 years ago because of that. It just feels like one big overglorified clique nowadays. It’s funny ‘cause a lot of them act that way because they think it’s how Trent acts or that behavior will win them points with him when like.. that’s how ‘93 trent acted you fucking weirdos, it’s 2023. The best part is they’re doing so to try to meet standards that he himself doesn’t meet and doesn’t care to now that he’s a married father of five. Like the guy met his wife on Twitter, people. He’s on discord. He’s chronically online, just like us. He’s another person like we all are, so please chill tf out for ten seconds.

(and thus concludes my rant lol sorry for tormenting your poor inbox 🤣)

(My inbox is fine, don't worry! I always appreciate being able to talk fics with other people 😊 Besides, you're getting a long ass reply lmao)

I'm very glad you found this blog from AO3! I linked it on my profile and a few of my fics, but sometimes it makes me feel like a bit of a self-promoter, you know?

I had actually gotten into NIN about a year before COVID happened and during quarantine I decided to dive fully into the fandom.

If we can get more people writing NIN fic, that would be great tbh.

I was never into Trent/M*nson, and what actually motivated me to actually write after years and years of wanting to write for any fandom (not just RPF) was that I wanted to see Trent paired with people no one was writing about. At some point I realized that the only way I could read those fics was writing them myself - so I that's what I'm doing right now! And I'm glad that my efforts in doing that have paid off - "breath of fresh" is a wonderful compliment ❤

I do agree with my fics needing to be longer. I'm actually trying to find ways to improve my writing (including actually reading as much as my ADHD brain will allow me), so I'm glad you pointed that out. I might actually rewrite some of my fics in the future with that in mind. There's a reason why I developed the habit of writing very short fics, but I won't get into that here for reasons.

Oh, the NIN fandom...I'm not really going to go into that whole mess because I'll be here forever, but I will say that there are certain types of people, no matter the website, that I just avoid for the sake of my mental health. I'm sorry all that caused you to leave the fandom :( There's some really cool people in the fandom, but you're right that a lot of it is just like a clique.

Honestly Trent had the right idea to quit Twitter for good a few months ago. I'm sure when he deleted his account, the sun shone a little brighter for him once he was finally free.

Again, thank you for the lovely words about my fics ❤ I can't begin to tell you how much I appreciate it! If you ever do make a Tumblr, come on by! 😊

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oh boy idk if you’ve ever talked about this before (i’m new to the blog, and you’re so very talented!!! you make my dumb horny heart just 🦋🦋) BUT what are your thoughts on which of the haikyuu boys are best/worst at being edged? like who’s begging and crying after 20 minutes and who’s able to hold out for hoouurrs before getting just a touch whiny. i. need to know. for science 🤲🏼

thank you so much!!! welcome to the blog my love 🥺 but omg. thoughts. so many. 

HAIKYUU BOYS THAT CAN HANDLE EDGING 

matsukawa issei; he’s purely holding out this long out of spite. as if he has something to prove, which he very much does. he’s barely bucking up into you, trying his best to hold his pants and his hisses from how borderline painful this is, but you can see how tense he is. his abs keep spasming, his biceps flexing as he fists the sheets. he keeps his legs spread for you though, lets you suck at his cock, fondle his balls, stroke at the base and squeeze at the tip with your much smaller hand. he lasts a good an hour and 10 minutes. honestly, genuinely impressive. he won’t let you get off easy though, good luck with that. 

oikawa tōru; originally, i’d think he’d be so bad at this, but honestly, oikawa’s orgasm control is so impressive? even when he’s fucking you, he’s lowkey edging himself because he always holds off until you cum. so letting you edge him isn’t too much of a problem. he definitely cries and begs like a bitch, but he lasts, oh he lasts. approximately 35 ish minutes. definitely cums without warning and without permission, and you can’t decide whether he did it on purpose to piss you off or because he genuinely couldn’t continue. it’s okay, just overstimulate him till he’s crying all over again. tōru’s a very pretty crier, after all <3

kita shinsuke; oh my god, the best boy. he’d last days if you asked him to. he’ll be quietly, as quietly as he can, panting and whining and groaning, silent tears streaming down his face every time you pull away from his cock. every time he bucks his hips up, it’s followed by a trail of “sorry, sorry, m’sorry,” that it’s just so adorable. has you cooing at him, soothingly rubbing at his thigh and murmuring that it’s okay, that he’s doing so good. he lasts around 45 minutes, but when he cums, he promises to do better next time, to last longer. anything for you <3 

sugawara kōshi; this fucking masochist. he likes it. he likes the pain. probably was the one to suggest it to you. he sits between your spread legs, back pressed to your chest with your hand stroking his dick from behind. you stroke at him until he’s so close and pull away, watching as his cock bobs desperately, and he moans for it. he’s so vocal about it, begging and pleading, but when you go to ask him if he wants to cum yet, he tells you, “no, no, i can— more, more.” he lasts 2 whole hours. it’s like, kind of scary. he does pass out after and actually scare, but he gets up a minute later with a cheeky smile like, “again?”

miya atsumu; like oikawa, he will cry and sob so fucking much, and he’ll make such a mess, but god, does he last. atsumu thrives off of praise, and having you tell him how good he’s doing for you, such a good boy, atsumu, all for me? has him drooling for it. both him, and his cock. he’ll get a little dumb halfway, almost just letting you use him, but he does whine a lot, crying and pleading for you to let him cum, but it’s all bark and no bite. it barely has anything to it. i firmly believe he’d be one of top, lasting around an hour and 30 minutes, just because atsumu gets so lost in everything, including giving up control. 

kuroo tetsurō; another one to last mainly out of spite. he wants to prove to you it’s not much, it’s not that bad, it’s easy work. you quickly make him eat his words by the third time you pull away, and it just dawns on him that he’s the one that put himself in this position in the first place. it’s no one’s fault but his own, and because he doesn’t wanna seem like a coward, backing out so quick, he lasts at least 30 minutes, and gets through it without begging, only spitting out curses and panting and groaning deeply. 

akaashi keiji; sweet boy keiji definitely lasts, all for you. he’s not too vocal either, just light curses to himself, muffled moans, broken, bitten down sobs. he genuinely does love to let you have your fun with him, because submitting to you is just so satisfying. and i can see akaashi loving edging so much because of how good the orgasm that eventually comes is. like the moment you give him permission to, he’s seeing stars, and it’s why he lasts as long as he does, why he tries to push for longer. he lasts a good 45 minutes, and he’s been trying to beat that record for a while now. don’t worry, he will. 

sakusa kiyoomi; is so fucked out, so far gone, to the point that you don’t even think he’s in control of his own body anymore. even if you told him to cum, he wouldn’t. he’s so deep in this headspace of being under your control it’s incredible. it’s mesmerizing. he looks so pretty, cock so red and wet and hard as ever, painfully so, against his pale skin, twitching and bobbing and begging for attention. he lasts 40 minutes. it’s the most gorgeous 40 minutes of both your lives. 

asahi azumane; so good! such a good boy!!! doesn’t last so long, but definitely tries his best for you. it’s some 20 or so minutes in that he cums, but he immediately starts chanting out apologies, begging for you to forgive him, to give him another chance. he continues to try until he can last so long, but it’s the fact that he’s willing to that has your heart soaring and your body heating up. 

HAIKYUU BOYS THAT CANNOT, WHATSOEVER, HANDLE EDGING

bokuto kōtarō; baby boy is crying 10 minutes in. he can’t handle it. if you tie him up, he’ll rip through them, flip you over, and fuck into you till he’s filling you up. he won’t even try. he watched a porn video where a person lasted an hour and thought, oh must be worth it, and asked you to try it on him. just. it’s just not for him. he prefers the pain of overstimulation over edging, forever. 

iwaizumi hajime; please he lasts like 2 minutes. he just hates it so much. on him, at least. he can edge you for hours, and he’d the most satisfied man on earth. but sit between his legs and tease him by sucking at his cock, only to pull away just as he’s about to cum? somebody clearly has a death wish <3 but do bring it up and ask to try it! he still won’t last lol. but make him last. watch him cry. make iwaizumi hajime cry. make him. it’s beautiful. 

kageyama tobio; mannnn kageyama can cum untouched, hands free, if you really tried. grind down against him for a minute and he’s cumming in his pants for you. he has no concept of orgasm control whatsoever, and if you tried it on him he’d just get angry at you??? like fine no sex for u tf. he lasts a good 5 minutes, so good for him or whatever. 

kozume kenma; he wants to last. he wants to. but you have him crying, sobbing, 20 minutes in, and he just unintentionally spills down your throat without warning. of course, you’d felt the twitch of his cock, but you’d wanted to see where his head was at exactly. after he came, he felt so humiliated, but he still forced eye contact with you and went, “do it again. i’ll last an hour this time.” like ok no problem for me :) 

ushijima wakatoshi; doesn’t realize he’s being edged, and when you pull away just as he’s about to cum he sits up and stares at you with a deadpan face like, “that was not very nice of you.” he just. finds it boring honestly. he doesn’t want to drag something out like that for so long. he indulges you, sure, but for like 3 minutes, before he’s like alright time to fuck you. 

hinata shōyō; hinata’s just way too overexcited. he really does put his mind to it, but i think he gets too in his head about it that he just ends up cumming right away. but it’s a ruined orgasm, cause you pull away just as he’s cumming, so it’s so not satisfying, but for some reason, hinata loved it? so yeah, lasts 0 seconds, but discovers new kink! 

HAIKYUU BOYS THAT CAN, BUT JUST DON’T WANT TO

suna rintarō; oh he most definitely can. you cannot convince me he wouldn’t be able to. as much as suna is lazy, he’s just as impatient, and he can barely handle how foreplay seems to drag on forever. he wants to be inside you, and he wants to be inside you now. it’s ridiculous. if he could though, he’d last a good hour probably. he just really doesn’t want to. 

daichi sawamura; could 100% do it if he really put his mind to it, but just. why? what’s the point of not orgasming? he just doesn’t get it </3 you can try to convince him by making him do it on you, but chances are he’s gonna realize how much he loves to do it to you only. daichi’s so possessive it’s crazy, and he gets this mischievous glint in his eye whenever he realizes how good something makes you feel, especially if it’s pain. he is a dangerous man. 

miya osamu; most definitely would be able to last hours, but again, he just doesn’t want to. it’s also not one of those situations where he prefers overstimulation either. like osamu’s plenty kinky, sure, but those two aren’t what cross his mind when you say, “let’s change things up a bit.” it’s not that he gets bored of it either. he just. doesn’t wanna do it. like he can spend time making you feel good, and vice versa, with way more different things. and he seems like a very in the moment guy, like choking you in the moment or making you squirt. yk :) 

satori tendō; oh tendō loves edging, just on you. he never really gives you a chance to ever try to with him, honestly. he just loves, loves, loves to edge you, but not because he wants to purposefully hurt you, but rather to praise you, to tell you how good you are for him, to make you feel so good when he finally lets you cum. if you were to edge him, he’d honestly probably last over two hours. like not even exaggerating, he probably would. but no, you’re more fun! 

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[tyonfs]

cat & mouse

❝ rule number one of bro code states that sisters are completely off-limits, and, y/n, we just pushed that limit. ❞

PAIRING ▸ na jaemin x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ smut, crack, fluff, college au, friends with benefits au

WARNINGS ▸ lots of !! sexual tension !! and jaemin acting like a dick, protective big brother!jaehyun, lots of sneaking around, jaemin calls you princess a lot, teasing, fingering, alcohol consumption, hooking up, thigh riding, smut, oral sex, aftercare

SUMMARY ▸ tired of meaningless hookups and dull parties, na jaemin had always been hesitant to indulge himself. that is, of course, until he met you. however, upon realizing you’re none other than jeong jaehyun’s little sister, jaemin has to keep his relationship with you under wraps to make sure his team captain doesn’t find out. 

PLAYLIST ▸ move! by niki • playinwitme by kyle (feat. kehlani)

WORD COUNT ▸ 17713 words

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AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ thank you so much for all of your love and support !! it’s beyond me & i hope you guys enjoy this ! part of the dunk shot! series but it can be read separately ♡

NA JAEMIN HATED PARTIES.

In the same vein, he hated basketball to an extent. It wasn’t the sport itself that he despised, it was the commitments that followed it. As a vital player on the team, he was obligated to attend every afterparty despite how much he loathed parties. Yet, what he couldn’t stand was being nagged by his teammates, so Jaemin went to the parties. He went to the parties and drank until he was numb and the party was tolerable.

He didn’t even like drinking that much, but he didn’t have much of a choice when most of the members of the basketball team were his seniors. Jaemin was pretty sure his brain cells depleted one-by-one every time he took a shot, but sometimes he got away with faking his alcohol intake when the others were too drunk to keep track. His best friend, Lee Jeno, on the other hand, lived for parties like this. Jaemin used that to his advantage; Jeno was the perfect target to hand off his unwanted shots to.

“Jaemin!” Jeong Jaehyun, the captain of the basketball team, made his presence known easily. After all, the parties were always hosted at his house. “Let’s do a love shot.”

If it were anyone else, Jaemin would’ve turned them down with some sarcastic, witty comeback. However, Jaehyun was different. Jaemin admired him since they were high schoolers on the basketball team. Jaehyun was two years older but his skills were on another level. Jaemin had always worked to see if he could surpass him but to no avail.

“Sure.” Jaemin got off of the couch, where he was aimlessly scrolling through his social media and observing the party. He followed Jaehyun to the kitchen counter. “You got tequila?”

It was a stupid question. Jaehyun was loaded; his supply of alcohol seemed endless.

“Of course,” Jaehyun replied. He took a red solo cup and measured a shot of tequila. “By the way, why don’t you talk to any of the girls here? You seem tense. You should get laid.”

It wasn’t like Jaemin intentionally avoided the girls. He just had no interest in people who wanted to blindly hook-up and forget about it the next morning. He didn’t completely ignore them either. Jaemin distinctly remembered a pretty blonde passing him her vape pen, which he politely refused. While he didn’t mind destroying his liver, he wanted to keep his lungs intact.

“There’s no one here I want to fuck,” was Jaemin’s impassive response. “Especially not when they’re drunk off their ass.”

“Is that so? How much did you drink tonight?”

“This is my third or fourth shot, I think.”

Jaehyun snorted and held out the red solo cup to him. “Well, here’s to your intact virginity.”

“I’m not a virgin.” Jaemin took the cup and swished its contents around. “Can’t we toast to something more practical? Like basketball?”

A chuckle escaped Jaehyun’s lips, bemused like a father to his son. He eyed Jaemin as he held the red solo cup to his lips. “Ready?”

Jaehyun didn’t wait for Jaemin, though. He tipped his cup up, downing the contents, and Jaemin followed suit as quickly as he could. The tequila was a smooth burn down his throat, but it made Jaemin feel slow and hazy. The fire spread across his chest, spreading to his arms, legs, and then his head. He felt fuzzy and was sure he had hit his limit for the night.

Jaemin took an unstable step forward, and Jaehyun put a firm hand on his shoulder, asking, “You good?” to which Jaemin answered with a dazed nod. With a grin, Jaehyun patted his back firmly. “See you when we’re both conscious again, man.”

The next thirty minutes were a blur. Jaemin found himself at a beer pong table and, in his drunken state, pretended he was practicing his free throws while he relished the crowd cheering him on. He felt a pair of hands on his shoulders, cheering wildly at the side until he got a headache. Eventually, the house felt too stuffy and he decided to go out to the backyard to let his buzz fade out.

Outside wasn’t any better. The cheers were louder outside and the music was still blasting. The fog in Jaemin’s head thickened and he was sure he felt hands trying to guide him to the pool, but he brushed them off. He narrowed his eyes onto a lawn chair and willed himself to walk straight towards it.

Sit, he ordered himself. Do not get in the pool and make a fool out of yourself.

After pushing past a few of his teammates and the girls hovering around them, Jaemin’s knees buckled under him as soon as he got to the lawn chair. It was damp when he sat down, but he was too drunk and dazed to care. Jaemin looked up at the sky, unfocused, and was only pulled from his thoughts when his phone went off.

annoying jeno: where tf did u go? this girl wants me to introduce her to u

It was time for another shot.

Jaemin felt heavy. He sat up, running a hand through his disheveled hair, and spotted a red solo cup on the side table to his right. He reached for it and inspected the contents, sloshing it around sluggishly until he noticed a pair of eyes boring into him.

You were isolating yourself from the rest of the party, just like him. You weren’t giving him the sex eyes like he had expected; you looked more confused. Unlike Jaemin, you looked much more sober and functional. It was painfully obvious by the way Jaemin couldn’t seem to focus on you without seeing double.

He wasn’t sure if it was because of the alcohol in his system, but Jaemin had no idea who you were, but fuck, he wanted to. He pushed it down, though. Hookups were never fulfilling, and Jaemin wasn’t here to let himself go.

“Why are you staring at me?” Jaemin asked in a low voice, trying to speak coherently without slurring his words. He wasn’t sure if it worked, but you seemed to understand.

To his surprise, you fired a question back at him. “What are you doing?”

Jaemin wasn’t sure how to answer that. He was obviously drunk off his ass, so what was he supposed to explain when it was clear as day?

“Waiting for this stupid party to be over,” Jaemin replied. He dropped his gaze back to the cup he held on his lap. “Why are you still staring? I’m not interested.”

“You’re holding my drink.”

Jaemin stilled. He looked between you and the cup for a moment before muttering a pathetic “oh.” He flushed and held the cup out to you. “Sorry.”

You took the cup gingerly and downed your shot before advising him, “You know, you shouldn’t be taking random cups and drinking from them at parties. You never know what they could be laced with.”

Jaemin’s head lolled to the side, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. He didn’t want to join the party, but he didn’t want to sit back and be scolded. He was debating making a run for the fence in Jaehyun’s backyard. His house was only a few blocks away and he was pretty sure he’d be sober enough to make it. Jeno, however, was the obstacle he was worried about. If he ran off without telling Jeno (who was going to disapprove anyway), he was sure to get an earful the next day.

“Also,” you continued, “don’t go around assuming every girl who looks in your general direction wants to fuck you.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Jaemin grumbled, too drained to argue back. “Shouldn’t you be partying with everyone? It’s depressing over here.”

“This isn’t my party to celebrate,” you said, biting down on the rim of your cup delicately. “I’m just here for the drinks.”

Jaemin didn’t know what to say to that, so he decided to introduce himself. “I’m Na Jaemin, by the way.”

“Y/N,” you replied. “Pleasure to meet you, Na Jaemin.”

Jaemin’s eyelashes were obscuring his vision as he tried to squint to make you out. He wasn’t sure if it was the drunken stupor, but you were breathtaking. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing that Jaemin was currently seeing double of you. Jaemin wasn’t sure how he had ever missed you at any of the other parties (if you even showed up to those), but he was glad he snuck away to the backyard now.

Jaemin turned back to look at the scene before him, full of shrieks and shouts from partygoers as they danced off-beat to the blasting music. He almost didn’t notice the ultimate bastard, Yuta Nakamoto, walking over with his eyes set on not Jaemin, but you. Yuta only seemed to see Jaemin when he neared the two and, despite the awkward pause in the air, held his hand up to fistbump him. Jaemin lazily returned it, not really processing until seconds later when Yuta had already passed him.

It wasn’t that Yuta and Jaemin had any bad blood between them. Rather, Jaemin found the older boy quite fun to be around, and on top of that, he was a really supportive and caring teammate. However, when it came to parties, Yuta tended to be a lot more high-energy than Jaemin was.

“Hey, Y/N,” Yuta crooned deviously, standing over you with his hands shoved in his pockets. He crouched down so he was at eye-level with you, holding onto the arm of your chair. “Care to dance with me?”

“Yuta Nakamoto,” you drawled, a smile appearing on your lips. “I’m good over here, but you go have fun.”

Yuta stood up again, a cat-like grin spreading from ear-to-ear across his face as he stepped back toward the pool. “You’re gonna miss out, Y/N. You cool with that?”

The smile never left your lips as you rolled your eyes at him. Yuta turned to dive into the pool, making Jaemin’s nose scrunch as the splash was big enough to get water on his clothes. When Yuta surfaced, he smoothed his hair back and wiped the excess water from his face. He caught your eye again, winking before swimming toward Jungwoo and splashing him, leaving you shaking your head and chuckling.

“You two close?” Jaemin asked in a mumble, not quite sure where he was going with the sudden conversation.

You were shocked momentarily, but smiled when you looked over at Jaemin. “Let’s just say he wants to get in my pants but I find the age gap inappropriate.”

Jaemin snorted. “Really? How old are you?”

“Nineteen.”

Jaemin rose a brow. He was just a year older than you but not so far off from Yuta. He hadn’t seen many college students be so conscious of a legal age difference of a year or two. After all, nearly everyone was an adult anyway.

“That’s not so far off from Yuta,” he told you.

You hid a smile, nearly going unnoticed under the dim light, but Jaemin had just caught it in time. “He’s like, my brother’s age,” you replied. “It’s just weird.”

Jaemin didn’t really get it, but he wasn’t sure if he was supposed to. He was an only child so he didn’t really think his opinion was valid anyway. Yet, he must have been looking at you weird because you bit your lip and shrunk under his gaze. Jaemin swallowed and turned back to look down at his feet, trying to get his head out of the clouds, but the buzz was still too strong.

He couldn’t stop himself from blurting out, “What if it was me?”

“Huh?”

He wasn’t looking at you but he could feel your gaze boring into him. Jaemin wanted to melt into a puddle then and there. He was never the type to make a move like that, usually expecting girls to approach him, but now that he did, his skin was crawling with shame. Although, he figured it wouldn’t be too bad if he ended the night in bed with you.

Jaemin worked up the courage to turn his gaze to you. “I’m a year older than you. Would you be down if it was me?”

“Yeah,” you admitted bluntly, causing the tips of Jaemin’s ears to go red. “But I don’t know you, so…”

“Do you want to?” he asked, then clarified, “Get to know me, I mean.”

The two of you were silent for a moment, and it was far more deafening than the booming party around them. Jaemin’s gaze dropped from your face to look back at the college students wading around in the pool. Someone must have messed with the pool because it had started to fill up with bubbles, making the crowd cheer louder. Entranced, Jaemin nearly didn’t notice you when you were standing right over him. He arched a brow at you, scooting back a little out of shock.

“Do you want to get out of here then?”

You were smiling coyly and Jaemin didn’t have the willpower to resist anymore. He stood up, looking around for Jeno, before turning to you and nodding. Everyone was so consumed with the pool foaming up that it would be easy for them to escape from the backyard.

“I’m way too drunk to drive, but we can go for a walk,” Jaemin suggested, leading her out through the backyard fence. He had escaped from there countless times, only for Jeno to drag him back, but this time, Jeno was preoccupied.

Yet, something unsettled him about not informing his best friend, so he decided to shoot him a quick text.

jaemin: i’ll see u back home, i’m with a girl lol

annoying jeno: deadass? have fun

Now, at least Jaemin had one thing off his chest.

“So what’s your deal?” Jaemin asked you as he tried to focus on walking in a straight line. “You have guys like Yuta Nakamoto lining up for you and you’re passing up my boy?”

“If he’s your boy then why are you trying to make a pass at me?” you shot back, grabbing his arm to provide leverage when he stumbled.

“Touché,” Jaemin grumbled. “It’s not like he was scoring, so I might as well shoot my shot.”

“Did you score?”

The corner of Jaemin’s mouth twitched. “That’s for you to decide, isn’t it?”

Mutual attraction was such a strange feeling because the sexual tension was there and so loud. Granted, about 90% of it came from Jaemin, but something about the way you were still holding onto his arm and laughing at his stupid jokes made him feel like something was going to happen tonight.

“We should stargaze,” you offered, pointing at a grassy hill behind a park the both of you were passing by. Jaemin nodded in response, so you dragged him by the arm to the chosen location.

Stargazing meant laying down, and laying down meant not having to focus on walking in a straight line anymore, so it sounded absolutely heavenly to Jaemin right now. Somehow, he felt like such an amateur right now. No girl had ever asked him to lay down and stargaze with him; they always just skipped to the bedroom fun.

You let go of Jaemin to lay down on the grass, positioning yourself like a starfish before patting the space next to you and then moving your hands to rest on your stomach. You looked entranced with the stars above you, but the moment Jaemin laid down next to you, you turned to him, catching him off-guard. Jaemin’s eyes flickered from you to the sky above.

“The stars are beautiful,” he said weakly.

He couldn’t even see the fucking stars.

“Damn, I thought you were gonna call me beautiful for a second,” you teased, nudging his shoulder lightly.

“You wish,” Jaemin said with a light snort, swallowing thickly. “There’s no way I’m calling a girl that over my dead body.”

He was a terrible liar. It was clear when Na Jaemin was feeling lustful. His eyes would turn half-lidded and his voice would drop a few octaves. Right now, all of that was happening along with his fingers twitching at his sides. You were looking back up at the sky when he turned his head to look at you, and god, you were so pretty.

“Girls must come running for you,” you told him, “otherwise I really can’t figure out the ego.”

“That’s the problem when you’re a star basketball player and devilishly handsome.” Jaemin grinned, folding his arms behind his head. “You turn out like me.”

“How mortifying.”

“I know, right?” Jaemin turned onto his side for a brief moment to look at you. “How come I’ve never seen you around before. I’m sure I would’ve remembered…”

“Because I’m beautiful?” you offered.

Jaemin groaned, pink dusting his cheeks. “Why are you so fixed on that?”

You laughed in response while Jaemin just stared at the heartstopping curve of your lips. He felt himself grow hot, anticipation mixed with the weight of the situation. He had never been the type to feel so jittery around a girl, but here he was, a touch anxious because he was afraid of doing something wrong.

“That’s Orion’s Belt there,” you pointed out. “Can you see Betelgeuse?”

You turned to look at Jaemin to see if you had his attention, but did a double-take upon realizing that you, in fact, had his full attention. His eyes were directly on you, not the night sky above. The both of you were so painfully close, and Jaemin couldn’t resist when he reached over to brush a few strands of hair behind your ear.

“I can’t see the stars,” he mumbled, his large hand moving to cup your cheek. When your gazes were locked, he caressed your cheek with his thumb gently and leaned in to kiss you.

Well, he was about to kiss you until he felt your finger pressing against his lips.

“I’m down for whatever,” you told him sweetly, “but I don’t kiss on the first date.”

Jaemin wasn’t sure what to make of that. Sure, he found it a little weird, but he could see the reasoning behind it. You were probably one of those people who saved your kisses for something special—whatever that meant. Honestly, Jaemin didn’t really care about the significance, but he did know it would be amplified if he found “the one.”

“So this is a date now?” he asked, amused.

“Somewhat.”

Jaemin huffed lightly and leaned back, letting his hand retract back to his side. “Down for whatever? Even sex?”

You raised a very attractive eyebrow at him, making Jaemin short-circuit for a split second. “If you play your cards right,” you said airily, your voice all light and fluffy.

“Down for whatever but the offer isn’t extended to anyone over the age of twenty-one.”

You punched his shoulder hard this time. “Bite me.”

“Don’t mind if I do.”

Whatever made Jaemin’s confidence swell was taking over fast. In seconds, Jaemin propped himself up with his elbow, using his free hand to brush your hair to the side and tilting your neck so he could have easier access to it.

To test the waters, Jaemin nipped at your supple skin, earning a hitch in your slowed breathing that encouraged him to do more. Jaemin left open-mouthed kisses down your neck, sucking harshly with each one. He licked his lips when he pulled away to look at your neck. You were tough to bruise but he loved a challenge. He maneuvered his body over you so he could indulge himself further, holding himself up with his forearms.

Jaemin dipped under your chin again, ravishing the side of your neck that he targeted. He littered the column of your neck with dark hickeys, smirking against your skin upon the sight. You were a squirming mess under him, tugging at his hair and bucking your hips up against his. Jaemin grunted softly, his hands pushing your hips down so you could no longer tempt him.

You wrapped your hands around him, one hand sliding up the nape of his neck to curl your fingers in his hair. Hands weren’t normally something that made Jaemin weak, but yours were driving him crazy with one in his hair and the other bunching up the fabric of his shirt.

He cupped the apex of your jeans, smug as you whined at his touch, yearning for more. Jaemin’s free hand grazed your waist before he lowered it to your hip. He pulled away from your neck to meet your gaze, biting his lip at your lustful expression.

“Can I?” he asked, pressing down slightly against your apex.

You nodded, about to say something but got cut off when Jaemin moved his hand down and palmed your clothed clit. Jaemin smirked once he heard the soft sigh falling from your lips. His breathing got heavier, mixing with yours as he started fumbling to unbutton your jeans.

You looked up at him through half-lidded eyes. “Jaemin…”

Jaemin swallowed hard and tugged your jeans down your hips a little. He felt like he was losing control with every touch. He just wanted to hold you in his arms and spend the rest of the night with you, and it was impossible to shake off that feeling when you were looking at him like that.

He playfully snapped the waistband of your panties, letting out a chuckle when your face twisted up and you pushed at his chest. Then, you drew him closer again and guided his hand down your pants. Jaemin took a shaky breath when he felt how wet you were. It filled him with pride, of course, but he had suddenly felt so nervous. He had hooked up with girls before, but this felt weird to him. Different, to an extent. They were just going through the motions, but he was struck with some strange feeling that he didn’t want to mess up or do something wrong. It was like his first time all over again when he had no idea what he was doing.

His silent cry for help was answered with rain.

“Jesus, it’s raining now?” Jaemin asked with a disapproving huff, pulling his hand out of your pants. He wondered if the people in Jaehyun’s backyard were going to move back inside or keep partying through rain and storm.

“It is?” You frowned and reached a hand over him to catch some raindrops. “You make a nice umbrella, Na Jaemin.”

“How kind of you,” Jaemin replied, a bit distracted by the rain pelting his back. “Should we make a run back to Jaehyun’s or do you want to, like…”

“Do I want to do it outside in the rain?” you asked, quirking a brow at him. “Absolutely not.”

“Worth a shot.”

Jaemin hauled himself up to his feet, holding a hand out for you so you could stand. You started patting down your clothes and fixing your fly. Jaemin did the same, making sure he looked presentable but he kept quiet about the dark hickey on the side of your neck. He squinted up at the drizzle of rain from the sky.

Cockblock, Jaemin thought bitterly.

Yet another distraction came in the form of a text message. Specifically, a text message from Lee Jeno.

annoying jeno: i’m going back to the apartment and ik ur with a girl but i left the keys at home so pls open the door

“Son of a bitch,” Jaemin grumbled to himself. He shoved his phone back in his pocket and looked at you when he noticed your questioning stare. Jaemin ran his hands down your arms, then held your waist gently. “I have to go.”

“Go?” you asked him, startled.

“Yeah,” Jaemin replied with a sigh, not wanting to divulge how idiotic his roommate was. “Can I get your number?”

This perked you right up, thankfully. Jaemin was satisfied as he watched you enter your phone number in his phone. This almost made him feel better about having to leave you alone to walk back to Jaehyun’s house in the rain.

Scratch that. He still felt like a piece of shit.

Jaemin slept off the party rather well.

He was in a bit of a mood, however, seeming tired and cranky in the morning. He had nearly thrown his phone at Jeno’s face when his best friend tried to shake him awake in the morning. It was a miracle that he showed up on time for his lecture. Around the afternoon, he received a text from you and was far more awake and alert after that. By the time he got to basketball, though, he was in a much better mood.

That is, until Jaehyun called for a team meeting.

The basketball team members were all sitting on the bleachers, waiting for a pissed-off Jaehyun to speak. Jeno picked at his nails next to Jaemin while YangYang in front of them was fiddling with the basketball. Jaehyun was only ever serious during games, but now his anger showed in a subtle and scary way that even Taeyong was a bit shaken by the change in his mood.

“Now, I’m going to say this once and you all better listen up carefully,” Jaehyun said in a low, dangerous voice. “If anyone—and I mean anyone—lays a hand on my little sister, then I will make sure you look uglier than you already are.”

Taeyong whistled lowly, impressed.

“Yuta,” Jaehyun continued, eyes narrowing at the older boy, “this message was inspired by you.”

“Received, reflecting, and apologizing,” Yuta said, holding his hands up in surrender. “I’ll back off, Captain.”

“Good,” Jaehyun replied curtly as Yuta and Taeyong started to banter playfully over the topic.

Jaemin was unsettled. Jaehyun was upset over someone going after his younger sister? Now, Yuta was a flirt, but he recalled him pining for you last night and there was no way you were Jaehyun’s sister, right?

“Hey, Jeno.” Jaemin nudged the boy with his elbow. “Who exactly is Jaehyun’s sister?”

“Isn’t it Jeong Y/N?” he answered.

Goodbye world, was Jaemin’s first thought.

Yuta was flirting with you last night, but Jaemin straight-up nearly fingered you and—oh god, the hickey. Jaemin was at the end of his line right now, and if you said anything to Jaehyun, he was sure he was going to get his ass beat. He was starting to regret giving up his non-hookup life because of you; the only person Jaemin was flirting with now was Death.

“You good?” Jeno’s brows were knitted in concern.

“Jeno.” Jaemin swallowed down the dry lump in his throat. “Remember how I told you I was with a girl last night?”

“Yeah?” Jeno asked, searching Jaemin’s eyes for an answer. He found it rather quickly, eyes widening and voice dropping to a whisper. “Oh my god.” His gaze flickered from Jaemin to Jaehyun several times. “What are you going to do?”

“It’s fine, it’s fine,” Jaemin whispered back. “We were both drunk. I’ll just ghost her subtly and she’ll forget about me. Easy.”

Jeno raised a brow at his plan. “Is hooking up with Jaehyun’s little sister worse than breaking her heart?”

“Oh please, it was one night. Give it a day or two. She won’t give a fuck.” Even though I kind of do, he added in his head.

The next time Jaemin saw you was after practice ended a few days later.

It had to be impossible that you could look any better than you did the last time he saw you, but here you were. It was unfair, really. Jaemin was a college student that was amped up with testosterone and hormones, and now he had no place to channel it. He was a second away from dragging you into an empty room and letting himself go with you, but then he remembered your older brother, and the horny thoughts dissolved into fear and shame.

“Ah, Jaemin,” you greeted with a cheerful smile.

Fuck, why did you have to be so cute?

Jaemin opened his mouth to reply, but quickly closed it and looked away from you. He leaned against the side of the bleachers and sighed while you were puzzled by his behavior. Although he wanted to ignore you, you were right there and the two of you were alone. Jaemin knew that the other guys wouldn’t be out of the locker rooms for another five minutes.

His gaze dropped to your hickey. It was so clear that you didn’t bother trying to cover it up, and the sight made Jaemin feel proud in some twisted way. Instinctively, he reached over and brushed his thumb over the sensitive bruise, smirking when you shivered.

“It looks good on you,” Jaemin complimented.

“Thanks.” You scoffed, then a mischievous glint shone in your eyes. “Maybe you should give me some more then.”

Jaemin stiffened, in a lot more ways than he should’ve. He gritted his teeth, willing the blood not to rush down all at once. He could not get horny at school when Jaehyun could walk out any second. And the older boy did. Jaemin backed away from you instantly, acting as if you were just some stranger passing by.

“I’ll pass,” he muttered under his breath and was sure you heard when he saw your face drop.

Great. Now he felt like an asshole.

“I gotta go,” he mumbled quickly before you could say anything else, moving past you to walk over to Jeno, high-fiving Jaehyun as he did. Jaemin didn’t have time to register your expression, but nevertheless, he felt like shit.

Jeno looked suspicious as Jaemin approached him. “Did you…”

“End it?” Jaemin finished for him. “I think so.”

“Can you just stop being a dick and talk to her?”

Ticked off, Jaemin took a deep breath. “If I talk to her, then one thing will lead to another, and Jaehyun—”

“Jaemin,” Jeno interrupted. “This isn’t about Jaehyun. This is about you and Y/N.”

Jaemin screamed out something incomprehensible and put his hands over his ears. “I can’t hear you, Lee Jeno. Can’t hear you over me getting ready to go to a party and get wasted tonight.”

“Na Jaemin, you’re my best friend but you’re an idiot.”

“I know that.” Jaemin made a face. “But it’s time for me to go and forget that.”

Jaemin never failed to forget how much he hated parties. He was starting to regret showing up in the first place. One of his teammates, Jungwoo, had let him into his frat party. Normally, guys were selectively chosen because the frat boys wanted more girls, but Jaemin was wasting his opportunity of getting in by doing absolutely nothing.

This was why he didn’t like drinking. He wasn’t even fun when he was drunk; Jeno was a social butterfly, Yuta was a flirt, but Jaemin would just wonder if plants existed and think about you.

“You look pissed off,” Jungwoo observed, holding out a red dixie cup to him. “Are you sure you want to party?”

“Yes,” Jaemin grumbled, taking the cup from him and downing it in seconds. “I need to let go.”

“Of?”

“Myself.”

Jaemin patted Jungwoo’s back firmly and moved to the kitchen to pour himself another shot. He didn’t know what he was thinking. He let himself get all worked up over some girl he barely even hooked up with. All he did was kiss your neck and here Jaemin was, looking like some cheap, heartbroken loser.

Oh, Jaemin thought out of the blue. I never told her she was pretty.

Jaemin took another shot, closing his eyes firmly as he thought of laying next to you again under the stars. Your lips looked so soft and kissable, your eyes so curious and alluring. He tried to push it away and focus on the party and getting drunk, but you kept appearing in his head like a mirage.

Let go, Jaemin, he told himself. Indulge yourself.

Jaemin leaned against the counter, bored. He sloshed the contents of his cup around, taking another shot when he felt the buzz start to wear out. A pretty brunette walked past him, flashing a coy smile.

He supposed she was one of the cheerleaders, or maybe she was a sorority girl. Either way, she was attractive and Jaemin could use the physical contact tonight. Part of him felt like it was the wrong thing to do, but all he could think about was how annoying it was to overthink every little thing he did.

Jaemin made his way over to her, tapping people’s shoulders and maneuvering his way through the cramped frat house. Everyone was clustered like schools of fish. Jaemin hated this kind of environment, but nevertheless, he put on a mask and did his best to fit in.

“Hey,” he greeted the girl once he found her. “I’m Na Jaemin.”

She smiled in that pretty way again. “I know you. You’re on the basketball team.” She looked embarrassed for a moment, flushing as she tucked loose strands of hair behind her ear. “I bet you don’t know me, though.”

“I don’t,” Jaemin admitted, “but you have a gorgeous smile.”

She beamed at this. “Hey, could you hold my cup for a second?” she asked, holding out her red dixie cup to him.

You want me to hold your cup when you can barely hold a conversation? Jaemin thought distastefully but took the cup anyway.

He leaned against the kitchen counter and waited for her patiently, and when she came back, Jaemin could tell she had left to touch-up her makeup. He could also detect the faintest spritz of perfume, but he wasn’t exactly sure, so he leaned closer to make sure.

Jaemin wasn’t sure how they ended up making out in one of the empty bedrooms upstairs, but by the time she was taking off her bra, he wanted to leave. He did his best not to look as bored as he felt throughout the heavy petting and removal of clothing, but his biggest fuck-up was worse than he had expected.

Even Jaemin himself felt mortified by what had just escaped his lips. By the disgusted look in the girl’s eyes, he was fairly confident this was going to spread around the school. As Jaemin was trying to conjure up some excuse for his actions, the girl stood up and started gathering her clothes.

“I’m not Y/N,” she muttered and left him alone in the room.

“Well, shit,” Jaemin grumbled, running a hand through his tousled hair after she left. “Should’ve told me your name then.”

Jaemin laid back on the bed, putting his hands over his face. He was royally screwed at this point and wondered if he had a shot at redemption. The fact that you were still on his mind was messing with him. Even now, after totally embarrassing himself, he was still stuck on you. To avoid further embarrassment, he pulled out his phone to deflect whatever impulsive action was creeping up his limbs.

jaemin: ok jeno im texting u instead of drunk texting y/n and confessing how badly i wanna kiss her

y/n: hi this is y/n

Jaemin wondered what sin he committed in his past life to get this unlucky.

jaemin: shit

jaemin: don’t talk to me i’m drunk at a party

y/n: jaemin you texted me first

jaemin: ugh i wanna see u so bad

jaemin: wanna make it up to u

y/n: oh my

y/n: you’re a little too drunk for that

y/n: but send me the address. i’ll come over and take you home

Jaemin was 98.75% sure that this was, by far, the stupidest thing he could do. Nevertheless, he shared his address with you and waited for you to come to get him. He hung out with Jungwoo in the meantime, slinging an arm around the older boy’s shoulder and confessing his embarrassing hookup while Jungwoo was high as a kite.

When you texted Jaemin that you were outside the frat house, he opened the door almost instantly. Jaemin couldn’t help the wide grin that spread across his face when you were standing right in front of him. You opened your mouth to say something, but Jaemin cut you off.

“I might have… might have called out your name during a hookup,” he confessed, slurring his words while he tried to speak coherently.

You looked like you were deciding whether to think it was funny or be suspicious over the fact that he tried to hook up with someone and then texted you afterward. Eventually, you ended up laughing at his story, tutting at his actions. Jaemin walked by your side, hands shoved deep in his pockets. He closed his eyes in an attempt to come back to his senses, only to be dragged back onto the sidewalk by you because he was apparently straying into the road.

“How much did you drink?” was your first question and one that Jaemin wasn’t sure he had an answer for.

“Six? Seven shots?” Jaemin counted but lost track after he held up five fingers. “I haven’t gotten this hammered in a while.”

“You’ve been flighty,” you told him. “I thought I wasn’t going to hear from you again.”

Jaemin rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “That was the plan.”

“What?”

End it now, Jaemin, the devious half of his mind instructed. Break it off before it’s too late.

“I don’t exactly do hookups anymore, Y/N,” he said, which wasn’t exactly a lie, but you happened to break that streak for him. But then came the lie. “I’m not looking for anything serious now either, and I’m sure you aren’t.”

They walked in silence onto the campus grounds, turning into the street where the student apartments were. You looked down at your feet, a little more disappointed than Jaemin had expected. More than that, it looked as though you were embarrassed.

Cue Na Jaemin feeling like a douchebag, which he was.

“Aren’t you the one who asked if I wanted to get to know you?” you asked him, brow arched.

Jaemin panicked, his words trapped in his throat for a second. Well, you got him there. He didn’t have a good excuse that made him sound less of a dick. Although, he was already probably about to be blacklisted from your life pretty soon, so it didn’t really matter.

“I was drunk,” Jaemin said as his brain was trying to throw random words at him. “I didn’t know what I was thinking.”

They made it to Jaemin’s apartment, which was thankfully on the first floor because he didn’t think he could stand an awkward elevator ride with you. You didn’t look at Jaemin once, but it didn’t seem as though you were angry. Rather, you looked confused, but Jaemin swallowed down his guilt and took a step back once they were at his door.

“Besides,” he continued shamelessly to deliver the final blow, “you always have Yuta.”

You rolled your eyes at him and stormed off at once after those words. Jaemin was left alone, still looking down at his feet. He let out a long, dragged-out sigh, hitting his head back against the solid wood of his door.

“Idiot,” he scolded himself.

It took Jaemin a whole week and a half to get over you.

Even then, he didn’t really get over what happened. He just stopped blaming himself for it in front of Jeno and internalized everything else. Talking to Jeno didn’t really help, anyway, because Jaemin would just be hit with the “I told you so” and then be silently judged by his best friend.

Jeno had gone home for the long weekend, though, so Jaemin could finally mope about his apartment without Jeno smacking him upside the head and calling him a loser. Although Jaemin agreed with that, he was tired of remembering how shitty of a person and it was a constant reminder of how he treated you.

Although, he didn’t expect that reminder to physically manifest when he saw you in the hallway of his apartment on Friday night.

“Y/N?” he blurted out impulsively.

Jaemin had just decided to get something from the vending machine, not expecting to see you when he was standing in front of his doorway in his grey sweatpants and lack of shirt. His hair was bedraggled from staying in bed all day after his morning lecture ended. In short, he wasn’t exactly presentable and this wasn’t the look he wanted you to see.

“Jaemin,” you said softly, looking a bit startled. “I was just leaving my friend’s place.”

“Look—”

“It’s fine, Jaemin.” You managed a small smile for him. “There’s no hard feelings, okay? Water under the bridge.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah,” you said, biting your lip afterward. “I just hope you’re not one of those guys who ghosts the girl if they don’t get sex out of it.”

Jaemin could feel the ice in your tone but brushed it off. “Honestly, I don’t care about sex that much.”

“Then what do you care about?”

Jaemin fixed his gaze on you, narrowing his eyes. He should have been grateful that you didn’t take it too personally and had forgiven him, but something was off. He didn’t doubt your reasons for being here, but an undercurrent of desire was definitely still there.

His morals were bouncing around his skull, warring with each other. Jaehyun was yelling at him to stop, but you were also there, and so fucking pretty. You wanted him, and he wanted you—it was almost perfect if it weren’t for your overprotective older brother who Jaemin respected too much. Then again, Jaemin had been shouldering too much guilt over the past week. He was sure he could handle some more.

What Jaehyun didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him, right?

The hallway was empty, doused with lingering sleep. The world was dark outside but under the dim, flickering hallway light was you. And Jaemin was at his limit; he couldn’t get enough of you.

“Jaemin?” you asked, and something inside him snapped.

He grabbed your hands first before pushing you up against the wall and sealing his lips over yours. Your face morphed into a shocked expression, only making Jaemin amused as he pinned your hands up and over your head. Your lips were so warm and soft, molding against Jaemin’s lips perfectly. He felt your hands wrap around his neck to draw him closer, inciting a soft groan from the back of his throat. It was kind of pathetic that he was already hard, and he was sure you were aware of it by how he was pressed up against your lower body.

Jaemin picked you up effortlessly, scooping you into his arms by your thighs. You let out a little shriek and grabbed onto his shoulders, wrapping your legs around his torso at his encouragement. Jaemin took you into his room, kicking the door closed with his foot before heading to his room and dropping you on his bed.

He had never actually let a girl into his room, so this was a first. Somehow, seeing you on his own bed was so arousing, and he had half a mind to just take you then and there. Jaemin made you sit at the edge of the bed while he stood between your legs, hands on your thighs. You looked confused for a moment, but let Jaemin run his hands up and down your thighs.

You and Jaemin should not be in bed together. Under no circumstances should the two of you even be acquainted in the slightest. The fact that you two met was all one big, cosmic coincidence, but sometimes the stars loved fucking around with human affairs.

“I told you I had to make it up to you,” Jaemin said in a low voice, running his thumb across your bottom lip. “You don’t have to forgive me but I can’t keep being a coward.”

“A coward? More like a douchebag,” you told him, holding his wrist so you could bite the tip of his finger as you looked up at him through your lashes. “But glad you came to your senses.”

“So you forgive me then?”

You smiled, all innocent and pure, unlike your words. “Not unless you make it up to me.”

Jaemin dropped his gaze down to your shorts, eyeing them for a moment before he started tugging them down. You raised your hips to help him take your shorts off, followed by your panties. Jaemin nearly sighed at the sight of you; you were so gorgeous and so ready for him. He wanted to completely blow your mind.

Then, the nerves got to Jaemin again.

“Y/N,” he started, “we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. We can just cuddle or something.”

“Na Jaemin, if you don’t make me cum, I will scream,” you warned.

“Yeah?” Jaemin chuckled at your reaction. “I think you’re going to scream either way, though.”

“Shut up.”

Jaemin laughed, brushing your hair out of your face. He caressed your cheek, rubbing slow circles with his thumb before he dragged it down to your jawline. A small pout appeared on your lips and he ran his thumb over your bottom lip again as if he could wipe your pout away.

“Tell me if you want to stop,” Jaemin said.

Before you could open your mouth to say something, Jaemin plunged his finger in you, thumb quickly finding purchase on your clit and rubbing in slow, languid circles. He wasn’t very satisfied by your shell-shocked silence, so he added a second finger to get you moaning and squirming at his actions.

You gasped when Jaemin curled his fingers, and he relished the dazed expression on your face. He watched your eyelashes flutter and eyelids droop as he scissored his fingers in you, earning him blissful moans from your pretty lips. One of your hands was gripping the sheets at your side while the other was gripping Jaemin’s shoulder tightly. He knew he was doing a good job by the way your walls clenched around his fingers, and it made him swell with pride.

“You’re such an asshole,” you whimpered out, moaning again as he curled his fingers in you.

“Then why do you still want me?” Jaemin hissed. “You should have just hated me. I would have been fine if you weren’t so fucking perfect.”

You cried out as he plunged another finger in you. “Shit, you’re just—oh god.” Jaemin could tell you were at your peak, so he pulled his fingers out of you immediately, smirking at how distressed you looked.

Jaemin popped his fingers in his mouth, sucking off your juices. “You taste so good, princess.”

You scowled at him. “F-finish me off, at least,” you pleaded.

Jaemin gripped your thighs. “Oh, trust me, I will.”

Jaemin lowered himself and met your eyes before he leaned forward and sealed his lips over your clit, sucking harshly on the ball of nerves. You were so sweet and so wet, but what made Jaemin go crazy was the way the both of you locked eyes while he was between your legs. He let out a groan that vibrated against you.

He licked a strip along your slit, pleased with his reward of pants and moans from you. Your thighs squirmed around him so he gripped them harder and moved his hands up to your hips so he could eat you out with more vigor.

Jaemin snaked his tongue along your folds and you were gone. Already edged from being fingered, you were at your peak already. Back arching off the bed and hips squirming, Jaemin tongued your clit as he coaxed you into your orgasm. By the sound of your moans and cries, he felt like he was going to cum in his pants any second if you didn’t stop. You released over his tongue so easily, and Jaemin lapped it up as you made an effort to catch your breath.

At first, Jaemin was over the moon. He hooked up with you and wanted more. You were so enticing and Jaemin couldn’t get enough of you. Then came the crushing guilt. It registered a bit late, but it was all the more painful. He had just eaten out his friend’s little sister and couldn’t help the fact that he wanted her so badly.

“Not bad, Jaemin,” you breathed out, fixing your hair as your thighs still stiffened and twitched every now and then. “Is this the part where you push me away and ghost me for another week?”

Jaemin ran a hand through his hair, battling frustration and shame. “Look,” he started, “the reason I pushed you away was because you didn’t tell me your brother is Jeong Jaehyun!”

“Oh.” You blinked at him. “Yeah, he’s my brother. Is that a problem?” Jaemin let out a heavy sigh and you raised a brow at him. “You got a crush on him or something?”

Jaemin’s expression soured. “No! He’s my friend and teammate, Y/N. There’s an unspoken bro code between us men.”

You rolled your eyes. “Here we go.”

“Rule number one of bro code states that sisters are completely off-limits,” Jaemin said. “And, Y/N, we just pushed that limit.”

“You know, in girl code, we ask the friend for permission,” you offered.

“Jaehyun rounded us up at practice and told us that if anyone lays a hand on his little sister, he’s going to kill them,” Jaemin said. “I’m too young to die.”

You stood up to push Jaemin down by his shoulders, sitting him on the edge of the bed. Jaemin’s breath got caught in his throat when you sat on his lap, right where his bulge was painfully tented beneath his sweatpants. You traced his v-cut abs, making Jaemin shiver in response. He held your hips and swallowed thickly. He was pretty sure he knew where this was going. If you were about to ride him, he was sure he could die a happy man.

“Jaemin, my brother doesn’t control my life, so he’s not killing you over anything, okay?” you reassured him, then leaned in closer, nibbling on his earlobe. Jaemin shivered at the contact, tightening his grip on you. “But, if you’re so worried about it, then we could sneak around.”

A guttural groan escaped Jaemin when you rolled your hips against his. Were you teasing him? Because it was hard for him to think and this distraction wasn’t helping. Either way, all he could think about was making you cum again and seeing that delicate look on your face as you crumbled in front of him.

“Sneak—sneak around?” Jaemin stammered, mouth going dry when you started taking off your shirt, and fuck, you weren’t wearing a bra. “Huh?”

“Jaemin,” you said slowly, smirking as you traced a finger along his jawline. “If you don’t want Jaehyun to catch us, we can just meet up secretly.”

If this was a game of cat and mouse, there was a clear power difference right now; Jaemin felt more like the mouse while you were the cat.

Jaemin’s eyes darkened a bit. “Fuck yeah,” he mumbled, hand grazing your bare skin. His eyes devoured the way you looked, and you wanted to squirm at the hungry look on his face. It was kind of embarrassing how badly Jaemin wanted to skip this whole conversation and fuck you into oblivion.

“Jaemin,” you called again, noting how his eyes flitted from your lips to your eyes.

He gave up. “I’ll be honest. I have no idea what we’re talking about but if we’re keeping this going between us, I’m all for it.”

“Good answer,” you hummed and pressed your lips to his.

You were a damn good kisser, Jaemin observed. He didn’t notice it before, but you had on some sort of fruity chapstick on that was making his head go fuzzy. The taste was addicting, and thank god you bit down on his lower lip because he wasn’t sure if he could handle another second without his tongue in your mouth.

He pulled away for a moment so he could push you down onto the bed, getting over you. Jaemin sighed deeply as you skimmed your hands down his bare chest, fingers tugging at the waistband of his sweatpants.

“You know, I lied that night,” you told Jaemin, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I’m not usually down for whatever, but I wanted to try my chance with you.”

Jaemin tutted at you, circling a finger around your nipple. “You shouldn’t have lied, Y/N,” he said, making you whimper when he pinched your hard nipple. “Could’ve stroked my ego a little more.”

“Sorry, but I’m not here to stroke your ego, Jaemin,” you simpered, choking over your words when Jaemin pressed open-mouthed kisses to your chest, eventually snaking his hot tongue across your nipple.

“You already are,” Jaemin murmured against your skin, littering hickeys as he kissed your chest. “Your reactions are so cute.”

Jaemin sucked on his fingers for a brief moment to provide some extra lubrication, not that you really needed it. He used his pointer and middle finger to rub against your slit, your whines growing needier as you became more and more aroused. After one more needy mewl from your lips, Jaemin had enough. He tugged his sweatpants and boxers down in one go, his hard cock slapping against his stomach once it was free.

“Oh fuck,” you moaned brokenly, eyeing the length of his cock.

“Such a good girl,” he crooned down at you, teasing his cock against your slit until you were a gasping, moaning mess under him. Then, Jaemin pulled away, clicking his tongue and grinning while you narrowed your eyes at him. “Condom,” he remembered.

Jaemin got off the bed to retrieve the silver packet from his nightstand, tearing it open with his teeth in one go. He caught you staring at how incredibly hung he was, smirking proudly as he slid the condom onto his shaft. He pumped it once for good measure and moved back onto the bed with you.

He stayed on his knees, angling your hips up so that they were positioned with his cock. You looked confused by the awkward position, but Jaemin melted away your worries with a powerful thrust into you. He groaned at how tight you were with your warm, wet walls clenching around him rhythmically.

Jaemin could tell he was hitting all the right spots by the broken moans that were escaping you when he pounded in you. His own growls were low and grating, relishing the way you felt around him. You were clutching his sheets so tight and bucking your hips so often that Jaemin had to use a hand to push your lower abdomen down, smirking as he felt his cock move in and out of you.

“You’re so big,” you gasped out, looking visibly frustrated at how you couldn’t hold onto him.

“Princess, I regret not doing this earlier,” Jaemin admitted with another rough thrust into you, making you sob out some distorted version of his name. “You feel so fucking good.”

“I’m close,” you choked out, and Jaemin kindly aided you by rubbing your clit as he brutally fucked you into the mattress.

You tucked your head into your shoulder, biting back your cries, so Jaemin grabbed your hair in a fistful and tilted it back so he could see your face. A shudder ran down his spine. Your expression was so perfect, so fucked in and glazed over.

“Shit,” he growled, voice raspy from arousal as you came undone in front of him.

His nimble fingers continued to work on your clit as you fell apart, moans ringing in his ears like a song. He followed you into your bliss, unable to hold back. He leaned over you and continued fucking you through your orgasm, holding you and groaning as he, too, released.

Jaemin stopped when he was done and spent. His arms buckled as they struggled to keep himself over you, and he could only pull out and collapse by your side. He muttered out a few curses, struggling to find the right words to say as he stared up at the ceiling. That felt good? No, too dry. I’m the only one who gets to fuck you like that? No, too possessive.

He settled with “you’re amazing” as his chest rose and fell in tune with yours.

“Likewise,” you breathed out and looked over at him. “I have to go home soon.”

Jaemin didn’t know what came over him, but he rolled over and wrapped his arms around you tightly. Normally, he wasn’t one for cuddling or aftercare, but he didn’t want you to go so soon. You relaxed under his touch as Jaemin drew you closer to his body, pulling the sheets over you both.

“Don’t go,” Jaemin whispered, tucking some hair behind your ear.

You turned to look at him, running your finger along his cheek tenderly. “Jaehyun’s gonna ask.”

Jaemin threw the sheets off of you and stood up quickly. “Have a safe trip back.”

It was the very next day when Jaemin hooked up with you again.

You had sent him a rather suggestive text, stating that you found it strenuous to walk after the previous night. In some sick and twisted way, Jaemin found this extremely hot and invited you over that night. Needless to say, you found it even more difficult to walk afterward.

The next day was the last day of the long weekend, so you spent nearly the entire day at Jaemin’s place before Jeno came home. Sure, you had sex once or twice then, but Jaemin really liked having you around. Even when you both weren’t exactly doing anything, your mere presence was comforting to him. In past hookups with other girls, he would always just get up and leave after the deed was done. However, with you, he was suddenly a sucker for aftercare.

Jaemin still felt like shit for going behind Jaehyun’s back and he was starting to question his stealth when Jeno came back home and discovered your bra on the couch.

“Oh, that’s where it was,” Jaemin said blankly, taking the bra from Jeno. “By the way, how was visiting your family?”

Jeno was still stuck on the bra, however. “Hold on,” he started, “whose bra is that?”

“Mine.”

“You wear bras?”

“What? No.” Jaemin made a face. “The fuck?”

“Na Jaemin, did you sleep with a random girl on our couch?”

“First of all, it wasn’t a random girl. It was Y/N,” Jaemin defended. “And secondly, we did it against the wall, actually. The couch was just a poor observer.”

“I don’t know if I should be impressed or disgusted,” Jeno replied, pondering over his best friend’s words. He glanced back at the wall and inched away from it. “Did you figure out what you’re going to do about Jaehyun?”

Jaemin grinned sheepishly. “I mean, what Jaehyun doesn’t know won’t hurt him, right?”

“What happened to the Jaemin who was trying to ghost his sister?”

“He got laid.”

“This is so gonna backfire on you,” Jeno replied, shaking his head. “But I kind of want to watch it happen.”

“Dude,” Jaemin whined, rubbing his chin with his hand. “I broke the bro code so hard, but honestly, the sex is too good.”

“Jaemin, I don’t want to hear about your sexcapades, thanks.”

The next time Jaemin hooked up with you was almost an absolute disaster.

Keyword: almost.

“Jeno,” Jaemin warbled in a desperate cry, “I’m fucked. I’m absolutely fucked.”

“What’s up?” came the disinterested voice of his best friend who was sprawled out on the couch, flipping listlessly through a textbook.

“I need you to help me out,” Jaemin begged. “Y/N wants me to go over to her place but Jaehyun’s home.”

That was how Jaemin ended up behind your house, trying to hoist himself up onto a tree that was close to your window. Jeno was on the phone, keeping a lookout from his car that was parked on the street. This was, quite honestly, probably one of the stupidest things Jaemin had ever done because not only did he have a fear of heights, but he was risking his life just for his friend not to see him walking in the house.

There was something about hanging onto the branch of a tree for dear life that made a man question his pride.

“All this for some pussy,” Jeno tutted through his AirPods.

“Shut up, Jeno,” Jaemin muttered, a flush of heat rising to his cheeks. Truth be told, he just really wanted to see you, not that he would admit that.

He hauled himself onto one of the thicker branches that led to your window and inched his way along it to reach the windowsill. A frown crossed his lips as he reached out to knock on the glass. You told him you’d keep the window open for him, so why was it closed?

The answer was obvious, but it didn’t sink in until Jaehyun opened the window to see Jaemin dangling from a tree branch.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, was all that was running through his mind. His head felt like it was going a thousand miles per second but the rest of his body was short-circuiting.

“Jaemin, what are you doing outside my window?” Jaehyun asked, looking absolutely perturbed.

“I’m, uh…” Jaemin paused to think while he could hear Jeno laughing at him through his AirPods. “Jeno and I wanted to prank you.”

“Jeno? Prank?” Jaehyun questioned. “Are you not here for a study session with Y/N?”

Jaemin stilled. He wasn’t sure he had any classes with you, but surely you must have made up this excuse to Jaehyun so that Jaemin could be in your house freely. Jeno’s laughing intensified as Jaemin blinked at his team captain.

“Right, well—”

“Jaemin, what are you doing there?” your sweet, innocent voice rang from Jaehyun’s door.

There was a mischievous glint in your eyes despite how concerned you tried to look. Jaemin saw right through you, though, and grimaced.

“Just… hanging out,” Jaemin grunted out as he tried to crawl in through Jaehyun’s window.

Jaehyun reached his hand out to help Jaemin and dragged him through the window with ease, so smooth that Jaemin pretended he didn’t hit his head against the side of the frame of the window as he was pulled inside. The tree branch bounced back to its original position, its leaves rustling wildly once Jaemin’s weight was off of them. Jaehyun helped Jaemin dust himself off and grabbed one of his shoulders firmly, using his free hand to pat his back.

“Jaemin,” Jaehyun said slowly, “use the door next time.”

“Got it,” Jaemin croaked out.

“We can go to my room and study, Jaemin,” you piped up, turning on your heel to head back to your room as soon as you were sure you had his attention.

“Right, um… see you, man,” Jaemin told Jaehyun, awkwardly following after you after Jaehyun returned the goodbye.

Jaemin had been to Jaehyun’s house for parties, but being there in the daytime was unnerving. He ended the call with Jeno, quickly texting him that he was safe before stuffing his phone and AirPods in his pockets. Jaemin turned the corner to see you sitting cross-legged on the floor of your room. A loud sigh escaped his lips before he made his way in, closing the door behind him.

“You’re paying for that,” he warned.

“Oh yeah?” you asked, a laugh falling from your lips just before Jaemin strode over, pushing you down onto the floor and hovering over you. You parted your lips to speak but whatever you were going to say died on your tongue as Jaemin swooped in and kissed you.

This is a terrible place to be doing this, the rational side of Jaemin’s brain provided, but then he was kissing you and it didn’t matter anymore.

Jaemin lost himself in the kiss as soon as he was tasting your fruity chapstick. He cupped your jaw, intoxicated by the way your lips felt against his. He was so dazed that he hardly noticed you unzipping his pants, tugging them down by his belt loops.

“Aren’t we studying?” Jaemin teased, brushing his nose against yours. He glanced over at the mess of books and papers at your table.

“Mm, do you want to study instead?” you asked, drawing him closer to you. “Pass up on this and read up on some cell division?”

“Fuck no.” Jaemin scoffed, dragging his nails up your thigh. “Spread those legs for me, angel.”

A mewl escaped your lips when you spread your legs because Jaemin immediately started palming your apex without missing a beat. The burst of pride that followed made him a little braver, a little less worrisome over your older brother.

“Take off your pants,” you breathed out, tugging once more at his waistband.

“No.” Jaemin moved off of you and hauled himself up to sit on your bed. “I want you to ride my thigh.” His eyes practically devoured the way you looked. “And keep the skirt on.”

You stood up, biting your lip as you moved to straddle his right thigh. Jaemin’s hands ran up and down your thighs, moving up to your hips eventually to rub slow circles with his thumb. His lips were attached to your neck almost immediately, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along the column.

You let a whimper slip from your lips and Jaemin started bouncing his leg steadily, his muscular thigh rubbing against your clit. He guided your movements with his hands as you rolled your hips against him. Jaemin flexed his thigh every once in a while and made sure to pull you down on him whenever he could make use of the friction.

Another moan from you and Jaemin sneered. “You’re getting off so well on my thigh, Y/N. Such a fucking tease but you react so easily.” You whined again and Jaemin shushed you. “Be quiet, princess. We don’t want to be walked in on, right?”

And, because the world hated Jaemin, Jaehyun decided to walk in.

“Y/N, can I come in for a second?” he called from outside the door.

In an instant, you practically flew off of Jaemin’s lap, scrambling back to your table and burying your nose in your biology textbook. There were a few long seconds of Jaemin silently communicating with you out of frustration. You had escaped just fine, but Jaemin just had to get a hard-on, and now that you were off his lap, it was far too obvious through his pants.

But you already told Jaehyun he could come in, so Jaemin put both hands over his crotch in a valiant (but stupid) effort to hide his boner while the door opened.

“I’m going to the store,” Jaehyun said, looking between you and Jaemin from the doorway. “Want anything?”

“No, we’re good,” you replied, but Jaehyun’s eyes were fixed on Jaemin, narrowing slightly.

“I’ll get going then, but are you good?” Jaehyun asked, gesturing at the awkward position Jaemin was in. “The bathroom’s across the hall if you need to go.”

Jaemin’s eyes flitted to yours to see an amused look on your face, and he could practically hear your voice bouncing in his skull: This is fun.

This wasn’t exactly Jaemin’s textbook dictionary definition of fun, however.

“Thanks,” Jaemin croaked out, looking down at his lap in shame. A flush of red crossed his cheeks and you barked out a laugh as soon as Jaehyun was gone. “Not funny,” he grumbled out.

An impish grin crossed your face as you asked, “Need me to take care of your problem?”

“Please,” Jaemin almost begged.

The moment you stood up, Jaemin was quickly trying to tug his pants down, hooking his fingers in the waistband of his boxers to take them off with his pants. This was awful in the absolutely best way possible because Jaemin’s hands felt clammy but then you were kneeling down in front of him, helping him take his pants off. You looked up at Jaemin when his hard cock curved up against his stomach. A breath escaped his lips like it had been punched out of him and he wondered if his eyes were as comically wide as they felt.

When the sound of Jaehyun closing the front door echoed, you grasped Jaemin’s painfully hard cock in your soft hands. Jaemin’s tongue felt like lead in his mouth. He couldn’t even ask you to do anything with all his bravado from earlier suddenly vanishing. So, he curled a hand in your hair, more for his own leverage.

Jaemin’s stomach rearranged itself to feel like some crazed etch-a-sketch rather than the human anatomy when he felt your lips wrap around his cock.

“Shit, that’s it,” he growled when you went down on him. He flushed all over, clear in the way his cock twitched in your mouth, and it made him feel like some silly, lovesick teenager. “Oh god, you feel so good with your mouth wrapped around my cock, princess.”

A sound of approval came from your throat, vibrating against the throbbing vein along Jaemin’s shaft and making him go crazy. You bobbed your head up and down, teasing him by going so slow to the point that it was nearly unbearable for Jaemin. He felt like a coil of fire was tightly woven inside him, ready to snap at any given moment.

“Fuck… don’t tease me—wait, are you asleep?”

Jaemin looked down to see you half-asleep on his cock, lips brushing against the vein along the side. Your eyes weren’t hooded but fluttered shut, head lolling to the side and your tongue grazing the underside of his head. A hiss escaped Jaemin’s lips at your teasing, but he felt more incredulous than turned on.

“I’m tired,” you said, “and you didn’t finish me off, so why should I finish you off?”

“Well, this is just unfair,” Jaemin replied with a frustrated huff as you pulled off of him. His gaze softened when he saw you rub your eyes, though. He fumbled for a moment, pulling his boxers and pants back up and tucking away the frustration of not getting his release. “You’re actually tired?”

“Kind of,” you admitted. “I’ve been studying my ass off all week for midterms.”

“Okay, well…” Jaemin faltered before scooting back on your bed until he was against the wall. “Let’s take a nap then.”

“Nap? Oh, so we—oh, okay,” you mumbled and Jaemin’s heart skipped a few beats when he saw you suck in your lower lip nervously.

You crawled into your bed and laid down, pulling the covers over them after Jaemin moved so he was right next to you. Jaemin had never exactly slept with a girl like this, but with you, his chest felt warm. It felt right. Without a word, he pulled you to his chest so you wouldn’t have to see how nervous you were making him feel, praying you couldn’t hear his heart pounding in his chest.

“You’re warm,” you mumbled to him.

And, because Jaemin was a loser who feared rejection and the reality that he was an actual human who felt real emotions, he pressed his lips to your head and whispered into your hair, “I like you.”

If you heard him or noticed, Jaemin wouldn’t have known because falling asleep was so much easier with you in his arms.

“You slept with her? Like, without sex?” Jeno asked Jaemin that night, to which he nodded. “You didn’t hook up with her at all?”

“Jaehyun walked in the first time and the second time… let’s not get into that,” Jaemin replied. “The point is, we fucking cuddled, Jeno.”

“That’s kinda weird.”

“Right?” Jaemin tugged a hand through his hair, letting out an aggravated groan. “Maybe I shouldn’t go to Jaehyun’s place on Friday.”

Parties were one thing, but at least once a month, the basketball team would hold bonding events for everyone to unwind and chill. Jaemin usually attended every event since he was close with all of the members, but Jaehyun’s house became dangerous territory now because of you. However, Jaemin was expected to take the place of team captain when Jaehyun graduated, so he knew it would be bad if he didn’t attend all the socials the basketball team held.

“Why? Can’t keep it in your pants?” Jeno teased.

Jaemin threw a pillow at him. “Fuck off.”

“It’s been postponed to the end of the month, anyway,” Jeno assured. “Jaehyun said he had a date this Friday or something.”

“Then I’m safe for now.”

It got silent for a moment before Jeno asked, “Are you catching feelings?”

Silence.

Did Jaemin like you? Sure, he mumbled it for himself to hear when he was holding you, which was pretty suspicious of him to do that if he didn’t actually have any feelings toward you. He perfectly understood the feeling at an intellectual level, but absorbing it emotionally was beyond his realm of understanding. Plus, there was no point in having feelings for someone if they didn’t reciprocate.

Right?

Jaemin only had a few crushes before, and the feelings were so surface-level that he started to wonder how many aspects of life he had missed out on because of his inability to grow close to people. That was why he had confined himself to the hookup culture because the “no strings attached” aspect was so appealing to him, but now it was backfiring because of you. It was so fucked up because Jaemin didn’t even want to fuck around with you anymore. Scratch that. He did, but he also wanted to hold your hand, go on dates, and kiss you until your fruity chapstick made him dizzy again.

You were great in bed, but what got Jaemin’s heart racing was the way you laughed when he made a lame joke and you couldn’t get over how terrible it was; the way you told stories with your hands, and your face would light up because you would get so excited; the way the food you made looked absolutely nauseating but, for whatever reason, it tasted amazing, and Jaemin could go on, but he was afraid he’d start melting in front of Jeno.

“No way,” Jaemin lied. “It’s just for the sex, that’s all.”

It wasn’t fair that you always showed up at the one place Jaemin was most vulnerable: basketball practice.

Truth be told, you were causing Jaemin problems well before you even arrived. Hell, you had been causing problems for the past three weeks. Not that Jaemin hated it, but he couldn’t keep it in his pants every time you dragged him to a blind spot or invited him to your place. There were also times where Jaemin would just simply walk with you, or talk about your day in bed, or just hold your hand and stroke your hair until you fell asleep.

Pretty weird for fuckbuddies.

Earlier in the day, Jaemin had run into you while he was walking to his biology lecture, and after some light conversation, he had you pinned up against the back of a building. He ended up getting a very noticeable hickey on his neck from you that he didn’t know existed until Jaehyun pointed it out during practice.

“Jaemin.” Jaehyun let out a low whistle and gestured to his neck. “Finally got over your weird celibacy phase?”

“What are you—”

“Nice hickey,” Yuta complimented while he was passing by, “finally got laid, huh?”

Only then did Jaemin realize that you had marked up his neck, and did so proudly. You knew people would see but you still went ahead and did it. Jaemin would’ve been mad but somehow, the thought of showing off something you caused turned him on.

Thankfully, you showed up when practice had ended and the others were heading into the locker room, all sweaty and tired. Absorbed in their own conversations, the rest of Jaemin’s teammates were focused on talking about their last play and looking forward to a cold shower. Jaemin, however, did a double-take when he saw you, nudging Jeno to keep going while he stayed back.

You really had no good reason coming to the basketball courts. It wasn’t like you or your big brother actually wanted to walk home together.

“I’m starting to think you come here to see me,” Jaemin said smugly, making his way over to you.

“Not even,” you replied, although your fazed look said otherwise. “But I appreciate the eye candy.”

Jaemin reached out to take your hands in his and pulled you toward him. You looked down at your feet, right foot circling around one of the stray basketballs that had been left behind during practice. Jaemin, however, had his eyes focused on you. He couldn’t get tired of looking at you, especially when you were wearing that cozy purple sweater that made him want to pull you into his arms.

Jaemin noticed your foot on the basketball and held your hands a little tighter as you put your weight on it to get your other foot on. You were shakily balancing on it, grabbing Jaemin’s hands tightly as a grin slowly spread across your face.

You’re too cute, was what Jaemin wanted to say.

“You’re still shorter than me even when you’re standing on a basketball,” he teased instead, one hand slipping around your waist to keep you steady.

You pouted. “I’m basically the same height as you now.”

“Really?” Jaemin smirked at your expression, moving closer so that his lips were at your forehead. He moved his hands so they were both holding your waist, keeping you planted on the basketball. “I think I still have an inch or two on you.”

“That’s not fair,” you whispered, but Jaemin was tilting your chin up and smiling at how you were visibly growing shy. “Jaemin, my brother might walk out any second.”

“Fuck your brother,” Jaemin murmured and kissed you.

People threw around the term “time slowed down” so casually, that Jaemin believed it was a silly hoax; however, he was starting to understand it. Each kiss he shared with you before felt so rushed, but now, everything around him didn’t matter anymore. It was like every fear, every concern he had was lost as he was lost in the taste of your lips.

Your hands cupped his face, deepening the kiss and making Jaemin nearly forget that you were barely balancing on a basketball. He tightened his hold around you when you pulled a hand away to run through his hair and god, he relished that feeling. When he desperately needed air again, Jaemin pulled away, nipping at your bottom lip cheekily as he did so.

He didn’t want to see your reaction, though, so he pulled you down from the basketball and hugged you, burying his face into the crook of your neck. You were visually overwhelming, anyway, and Jaemin wasn’t too keen on seeing your reaction to his tenderness. Jaemin felt like such a melt for being this affected over a simple kiss, but all he wanted at the moment was to be closer to you.

“Jaemin?” you asked, shocked by his sudden intimacy.

“Shut up,” he murmured into your neck, “I just want to hold you right now.”

“Bruh.”

Jaemin didn’t process the fact that a third person was in the gym until it registered that the masculine voice couldn’t have been coming from you. On the bright side, the voice came from the one person who knew about whatever was going on between you and Jaemin. He then wondered why he was starting to become an optimist.

You and Jaemin both pulled away quickly like repelling magnets. There was a flicker of panic in your eyes, seeming to cool down when you noticed that Jaemin wasn’t freaking out. It was quite devastating for Jaemin to come to realize that he was the standard for what to worry over.

Jaemin, not sparing you a glance, walked over to where his best friend was standing and shoved him, not straying from his direct route to the locker room.

“You have some explaining to do,” Jeno muttered before Jaemin passed him.

“Fuck off, Jeno.”

Jeno flashed a sheepish grin at you before turning back to follow Jaemin, patting him firmly on the back to tease him. Jaemin, however, was unsettled. Whatever he felt for you was moving past sexual attraction to something much deeper, and he wasn’t sure if he could suppress it any longer.

You truly were the cat, and although Jaemin refused to believe it, you had already caught him.

Jeno somehow managed to stay quiet about what had happened between you and Jaemin until after they reached their apartment. Jaemin almost believed he was going to pretend like he didn’t see anything, but it would be laughable to think that Lee Jeno wouldn’t mock him about it.

“That’s the thing with fuckbuddies,” Jeno explained as he shrugged off his coat, “someone’s gonna catch feelings eventually.”

“Thanks, Jeno,” Jaemin spat, tone laced with sarcasm. “You never cease to make me feel like shit.”

“So you admit that you caught feelings?”

It was like an arrow through a bullseye, not that Jaemin was going to admit to that, but the thought of him potentially catching feelings for you was terrifying. It was even more frightening because he probably already did. This was supposed to be the time where Jaemin blanched and would become shockingly avoidant around you, but he was waiting for those instincts to kick in rather than the desperate urge to run over and kiss you.

But, moreover, screw Lee Jeno for majoring in neuroscience. His best friend studying the human brain and its cognition was the worst thing that could have ever happened to Jaemin.

Jaemin paused, hesitating before he spoke, “No… I’m just worried that one of us will.”

Jeno raised a brow at him. “Whatever you two were doing was not normal for fuckbuddies.”

“It’s called hugging, Jeno. It’s not my fault you have the emotional range of a teaspoon.”

Jaemin moved to sit on the couch, turning his back to Jeno and hugging a pillow as he shrunk back into the cushion. But Jeno knew that Jaemin always listened to what he had to say. It was a natural instinct by now. Although Jaemin would rather die than say it aloud, his best friend always gave the best advice even though it was probably not what Jaemin wanted to hear.

“Are you okay?” Jeno asked instead.

Jaemin froze. He was never any good at expressing himself. He presented himself as a simple man on the outside, but he was really just layers of multitudes. But, sometimes, your mere attention was like uncut cocaine to him, and then Jaemin would wonder if he really was simple.

“I’m fine,” Jaemin muttered back.

“You’re good at being fine, aren’t you?”

Jeno fastidiously fixed his hair before he retreated to his room. Jaemin was surprised by how he cut the advice session this time and left Jaemin to his own thoughts.

Exhausted, Jaemin stared at his lock screen. It was a picture of you and him at a park. Ducks in the pond. You caught off-guard with hair in your mouth. Jaemin with a smile brighter than the sun. Who the fuck took selfies with girls they fucked on the down-low? And who the fuck set them as their wallpapers? Apparently, Jaemin did.

He was sick.

Maybe Jeno was right, but Jaemin refused to accept that possibility because that would make him even more disgusted with himself.

He could only think of one thing and it was how he was in love with you.

Sex was one thing, but love? The number one rule of best friendship was probably don’t fucking fall in love with your best friend’s sister.

Furthermore, Jaemin didn’t know how to act around you now. In the conspectus of Things That Could Go Wrong in his brain, he hadn’t anticipated actually falling for you. He should’ve taken your godsent looks and heavenly laugh as a red flag that first night because now he was addicted.

It wasn’t like Jaemin had absolutely zero experience with girls, but usually, he just went with it. Being the one chasing after you was mentally taxing and the thought of you possibly not wanting him back was unthinkable. Then again, it was pretty clear that it was mutual between the two of you, but Jaemin was confident that you were a breath away from snapping at him for his inconsistency.

He was the one that pushed you away, after all. A sudden transition from resisting to wanting you completely was sure to freak you out, so Jaemin was stuck at a crossroads.

After a few Google searches of asking the internet if he caught feelings and an episode of self-denial and self-loathing, Jaemin decided it was high time for him to call you and tell you how he felt. That, or he was going to panic and break things off before he got emotionally invested.

Before he could do either, Jeno walked back to the living room, putting his coat back on. He looked dressed up as if he was going out somewhere, and Jaemin’s suspicions were confirmed when he went to get his shoes.

“What’re you all dressed up for?” Jaemin asked, sitting up straight again.

“Jaehyun’s house.” Jeno raised a brow at him. “It’s Friday.”

God, if you’re out there, Jaemin thought, defeated. Screw you and your son. Amen.

Jaemin had to psych himself into the proper state of mind for tonight.

That all went to shit, however, when he saw you sitting in the living room, laughing at something Yuta had said.

“Oh my god,” Jeno said in a low voice when he saw Jaemin frozen in the doorway. “Tell me you’re not jealous right now.”

“Piss off,” Jaemin spat, kicking off his shoes at the entrance. “It’s nothing like that.”

Except that it was exactly like that. Jaemin wasn’t the jealous type, but right now, his blood was roiling in his gut. Deep inside, he knew it was probably nothing to worry about, but the way you smiled around Yuta was pissing him off. Then, he realized that he had no relationship with you that gave him any right to stop Yuta from flirting with you.

And then, you turned to see Jaemin in the doorway and smiled at him.

Oh no, Jaemin thought in complete devastation. She’s pretty.

“Y/N, tonight’s for the basketball team,” Jaehyun told you from the living room, making a motion with his hands to signal you to leave. “Go to your room.”

“You’re such a nosy older brother,” YangYang chimed in, nudging a chuckle out of Jaehyun. “But yeah, Y/N, Friday nights are for the boys.”

“I know, I know,” you said with a laugh. “I’ll go now. I was just grabbing some water.”

Jaemin was still frozen stiff at the doorway as you grabbed a half-empty bottle of water from the kitchen counter (despite Jeno’s several attempts to get him to move) and then walked to the staircase to Jaemin’s left. But then you grabbed Jaemin by the front of his shirt and started dragging him upstairs with you. He barely registered it all happening in the span of a few seconds, but he was able to catch Jeno saying he’d tell the others that Jaemin was running late.

“Y/N? What are you doing?” Jaemin whispered harshly, although he still followed you into your room and let you lock the door.

This was far too risky. Not only was Jaehyun home, but the entire basketball team was downstairs.

You started tying your hair up and Jaemin gulped, realizing where this was going. “Do you want me to suck you off or not?” you asked, smiling.

“Say no more,” Jaemin breathed out, unzipping his pants hastily.

He sat down on your bed, letting you tug his boxers down, your eyes full of mirth. Jaemin felt so pathetic when his cock twitched as soon as you wrapped a hand around its girth, but he was ready to put his pride to the side for once.

Jaemin was about to rasp out something but then you took his head in your mouth and a sudden wave of heat punched him in the gut. But then you pulled away, lips against the underside of his head, and Jaemin was a second away from just crying.

“You have nice hands,” you complimented with a mischievous smile as Jaemin held the back of your head eagerly. He felt like he was going crazy with the way you were mouthing your words against his cock.

“You have nice lips,” he returned through gritted teeth. “But please shut the fuck up and get to it already.”

Your lips curled slowly. “So impatient,” you cooed, tongue dragging along the underside of his cock. Jaemin bucked his hips forward, trying to chase the sensation, but you were teasing him.

“God, you’re gonna be the death of me, Y/N.”

You smirked up at him, moving your head to lick against the slit before taking his cock in your mouth again. A few laborious seconds passed with Jaemin biting his lip so that he didn’t make any noise, and then you finally started sucking him off. He fought the urge not to groan when your tongue rolled along the vein down his shaft.

You showed Jaemin no mercy, however. It was almost like you wanted everyone downstairs to hear. He gritted his teeth when your teeth grazed his cock, and he wanted more. He gripped your hair for anchorage and fucked into your mouth. The smallest whimper escaped you when Jaemin’s cock hit the back of your throat.

Jaemin let out a strangled groan. “I’m close.”

You took this as your cue to suck him off even harsher, and Jaemin was on the brink of sweet release. A tear escaped your eyes as he fucked into your throat, and Jaemin wiped it with his thumb, drinking in the wrecked sight of you that was bringing him over the edge. You let a broken moan vibrate against Jaemin’s shaft, and he was done for.

Jaemin couldn’t recall being able to cum this fast because of someone’s mouth before, but here he was, groaning as his hot seed shot down your throat. You obediently swallowed it, eyes hazy and tear-soaked from the size of him.

A few moments of silence passed before Jaemin leaned down and pecked your lips, heart fluttering a bit in his chest as he did so. “Good girl.”

He swore he saw you lifting a finger to scratch your cheek lightly, which was a nervous quirk of yours that Jaemin had picked up on, but you turned away quickly to fix your hair while Jaemin was pulling his pants back up. The tension that followed made Jaemin unsure of whether to leave or take you against the wall. He decided against the latter, knowing that Jeno couldn’t stall forever.

“Leaving already?” you asked, reaching for Jaemin’s hand, which he gladly entwined with yours.

“I’m already on thin ice,” Jaemin explained. “I have to go back down there and hope they don’t question me.” You moved closer to him, hands moving down to graze past his waistband. Jaemin hissed slightly under his breath and diverted by rubbing the back of his neck. “Uh, so you and Yuta…”

“You’re still on that?” you asked, pulling your hands back. “I can’t laugh around another guy now?”

“No, no!” Jaemin groaned, tugging a hand through his hair out of frustration. “Nevermind, it’s nothing.”

“Is it not obvious, Jaemin?” you asked him, an edge of desperation to your voice. “You really can’t tell how I feel?”

Jaemin sighed, looking down at his feet. “You can’t tell how I feel either?”

“You—what?”

“We’ll talk later. I have to go.”

He turned to go back downstairs, but you grabbed his wrist, saying, “Jaemin, remember that you’re the one who didn’t want anything more out of this.”

Jaemin gave you a puzzled look but before he could ask for clarification, you had pulled away from him and gestured for him to leave. He mumbled a pathetic excuse, spitting out a string of words for a moment before he gave up and snuck downstairs as quietly as he could.

He hated that you were right. Even though you had suggested sneaking around, Jaemin was the one who tried to draw the boundary. He did this to himself.

“Yo, Jaemin,” Yuta called, “when did you get here?”

“Just now,” Jaemin answered, rubbing the back of his neck as he walked into the living room where all the basketball team members were sprawled over the couch. “What’re we watching?”

“Pulp Fiction,” Taeyong answered. “Can you get the ice cream from the kitchen?”

“Sure.” Jaemin opened Jaehyun’s freezer to see two tubs of ice cream nestled in the corner. While he was pondering over whether to grab chocolate or vanilla, he felt a presence behind him and looked over his shoulder. “Did you need—oh my god, go to your room,” he whispered harshly at the sight of you.

“Are you my mom?” You raised a brow at him and reached for an ice cream tub. “Let me help you open them.”

“Fine,” he mumbled, voice fracturing at the end. He watched you move to the kitchen’s island and, carefully eyeing his teammates in the living room, letting his hand graze your thigh and whispering, “Hey, I’m sorry for earlier.”

You stiffened at his touch. “It’s fine,” you whispered back, opening the tubs of ice cream. “You’ve just been acting weird lately.”

“Weird?” Jaemin asked as he opened his tub. The ice cream dripped off the lid and onto Jaemin’s finger. “Ugh. Do you have napkins?”

“You’re so messy, Jaemin.”

“Shut up.”

“Let me help,” you insisted, grabbing his wrist and taking his fingers in your mouth.

Jaemin’s eyes widened by a fraction as your hot tongue circled around his fingers. He fought down the urge to take it further and bit his lip as he watched you. Before he could do anything, however, an awkward laugh and wolf-whistle from the living room made him freeze.

Jaemin’s head shot up to see his teammates staring at him, shell-shocked. Some looked absolutely confused while others looked more proud and impressed. Jaemin wondered if you had no shame because, despite all the eyes on them, you didn’t let go of his hand, your pretty lips still wrapped around his fingers.

“I don’t know why she’s doing that,” Jaemin rambled quickly, and his tone was so frazzled that Jeno had to hide his laugh behind his fist. “Come on, Y/N,” he urged, voice dropping for you to hear. “Let go of my hand.”

It would have been sexy if Jaemin wasn’t absolutely terrified.

Only when Jaemin caught sight of Jaehyun’s expression did you let go, saying, “Thanks for the ice cream.” With a playful smile, you looked up at Jaemin expectantly.

“What the fuck did we just witness?” Jungwoo asked, lit up silly like he had just witnessed the biggest scandal.

“We’re friends,” Jaemin croaked out. “Right, Y/N? Jaehyun? Jeno?”

Jeno ducked his head and Jaemin could tell what exactly he was thinking: I can’t help you out of this one, Jaem.

Jaemin couldn’t exactly read Jaehyun’s expression. It was a mix of emotions so varied that they didn’t make sense to him. He couldn’t even pick out any distinguishable one, but maybe it was better he didn’t know what the captain was feeling.

“I swear, it's not what it looks like,” Jaemin defended.

“So Y/N wasn’t sucking on your fingers?” Taeyong asked, a ghost of a laugh on his lips.

“Okay, so it’s exactly what it looks like,” Jaemin muttered and pursed his lips together. “But it’s—it’s nothing,” he reasoned, and at this point, it seemed like he was trying to convince himself more than them.

Either way, it wasn’t working.

Who was he kidding, anyway? They weren’t stupid, and it was clear as day that Jaemin couldn’t get enough of you. For heaven's sake, he even got jealous over Yuta making you laugh. Before, one would have to pry open the cold, hard jaws of his corpse to get a word out about how he felt, but now Jaemin felt like you had broken down his last line of defense.

Jaemin could already see the consequences that would follow, but he still blurted out, “Fine. You got me. Jaehyun, I’m in love with your sister.”

Jaemin’s neurons were tearing themselves over the fact that Jaemin had just professed his love to you and was now experiencing a state of total humiliation. He was confident he wouldn’t ever live this moment down.

The room went silent. Not only were the boys shocked, but you were, too. Jaemin himself couldn’t believe he let that slip, but there was no going back now. Jeno sat there with his jaw hung open and Jaemin couldn’t blame him. He didn’t even know he was going to drop the love bomb like that out of nowhere. Taeyong looked like he had just witnessed a murder as his eyes kept darting between Jaemin and Jaehyun, Jungwoo looked a little too proud, and Yuta was just washed over with realization.

“Oh.” Jaehyun blinked. “Cool, I guess. Does that mean you’re not joining us for movie night then?”

Jaemin wasn’t sure how obvious the shock showed on his face, but this felt too easy. For a little over a month, Jaemin had been skirting around his relationship with you because of your big brother, and now he was acting scarily nonchalant.

“You’re not mad?” Jaemin asked, wide-eyed.

Jaehyun laughed. “I mean, it’s kinda weird that you’re dating my little sister, but why would I be mad?”

“Maybe it’s because you said ‘if anyone lays a hand on my little sister, then I will make sure you look uglier than you already are,’” Yuta reminded him with Jaemin nodding along at his words. “And that was verbatim.”

“That’s for people hitting on my sister to get laid, not people dating my sister,” Jaehyun corrected. “I don’t control her decisions.”

Jaemin smiled through the internal pain of realizing he did exactly that. If Jaehyun found out he wasn’t dating you, then Jaemin was in for an earful. Thankfully, you were too dazed over Jaemin’s earlier confession to decide to start shit.

“Plus,” Jaehyun continued, “I knew you guys had a thing.”

“What?” Jaemin spluttered, blinking wildly. His tongue was performing acrobatics to formulate words but it wasn’t working.

“I had a suspicion when you climbed up my tree to get into the house,” Jaehyun said. “When I walked into the room later, that just confirmed my suspicions because, you know…”

Jaemin’s cheeks went hot when he realized that Jaehyun had probably caught onto the fact that he had a boner back then. Without a word, you rushed out of the kitchen, gaze averted which was what Jaemin supposed was embarrassment. Jaemin heard the front door open and close. He turned to follow after you, but swallowed thickly and froze in place.

“Go, Jaemin,” Jeno urged him, a tone of seriousness taking over.

“Yeah, don’t sweat it,” YangYang said cooly. “It’s just movie night.”

Jaemin clenched his jaw and nodded, thinking about how shitty it would be if he did all of that just to be rejected. Jaehyun’s house was a warzone and he knew better than to come tonight, but he still did, and he still fucked everything up. If things went wrong with you—

“Jaemin,” Jaehyun cut into his thoughts, “just so you know, I’m cool with you dating my sister.”

It was funny how a few words could make someone’s day, but Jaemin was surprised at the weight those words took off of his shoulders. He contained the joy to a half-smile and left the kitchen and walked out of your house to find you.

You hadn’t gone far at all. You were pacing along the sidewalk looking frazzled, hands lacing together and eyes cast down. Jaemin walked over to you and tried to take your hand but you pulled away.

“Did you mean what you said?” you asked, overcome with raw emotion.

“Yeah,” Jaemin replied, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I know I’m the one who didn’t want to start anything, and I lied about not wanting anything, but… this is how I feel, I guess.”

“You guess?”

“I’m not exactly expressive if you haven’t noticed.”

“Oh, trust me, I’ve noticed,” you replied incredulously, lower lip starting to quiver. “I just—I don’t know—I thought I was just going to be an afterthought to you.”

Jaemin froze when he saw tears start to gloss your eyes. He never knew how to deal with people crying, especially when they were girls. He took your face in his hands and wiped your stray tears away with his thumbs, sighing softly.

“Let’s go to my place.”

“What? Why?”

“I need to show you how much I love you,” he replied firmly, taking your hand in his and walking in the direction of his apartment. “It’s kind of funny that you thought that because you’ve been all I could think about for the past month.”

More tears were starting to well up in your eyes, but you blinked them away.

Stay calm, Jaemin’s brain instructed him. Cupid can sense your fear.

“I love you,” he continued. “Should I say it again? I love you, I love you, I love—”

“Alright, Jaemin!” Your face beamed like a Christmas tree but you were still a flustered mess. “God, stop looking at me like that.”

“No,” he said, stopping in his tracks. “I’m going to keep saying it because I don’t think you get it.”

“Jaemin, we’re in the middle of the sidewalk,” you squeaked out as he kissed your cheek.

“I love you.” Kiss. “I love you.” Kiss. “I love you.” Kiss.

“J-Jaemin, I get it,” you whined out, scrunching your nose up at his affection. Jaemin continued, though, and you happened to reach your limit. You gripped his shoulders and held him away from you. “God, Jaemin, I love you, okay? You have to give me a chance to say it back at least.”

This time, Jaemin was the one to get shy. “Huh? You like me back?”

“Jaemin, you idiot, you’re so slow,” you mused, “I’ve liked you this entire time.”

He took your hand, his gaze never leaving yours, and rubbed your palm in circles with his thumb. “I know I’ve been a dick… on multiple occasions,” he admitted, “but I want to be with you.”

“Jaemin—”

“Will you be my girlfriend?” he asked.

Jaemin wondered how many seconds passed after, but it felt like centuries to him. He didn’t budge, however, because he wanted you more than ever.

“Yes,” you finally confessed, which, in essence, was a fever dream in itself.

Jaemin expected his reaction to be different, but instead, his eyes wandered off, lost in thought. He looked toward the moon overlooking that hill where he nearly hooked up with you on the night of the party. That felt like eons ago despite being not that long ago, but it carried a comforting wave of nostalgia.

“You know, on second thought, we’re gonna stargaze.”

You looked at Jaemin like he was some undiscovered specimen, but you still followed him. He laid on his back, scrunching up his nose when the grass tickled his face, and he held his hand out to you. You took it, crouching down to lay down next to him. This time, Jaemin spread his arm out so that you could lay against his chest.

You cuddled up against his chest and Jaemin thought he could die a happy man.

He looked over at you, heart hammering against his ribcage like he was hopped up on ten energy drinks. The glow of the moon illuminated the gentle curves of your face and Jaemin didn’t realize he was kissing you until he realized he had tilted your face toward him and cupped your soft cheek. His whole body felt fuzzy when your hands rested on his chest, when he could taste your fruity chapstick.

It was kind of embarrassing how nervous Jaemin was getting. His hands were starting to sweat and he was feeling kiss-dazed, smiling like an idiot because your soft lips were everything. When he pulled away, he pecked your lips one last time, his eyes unable to leave your face.

He threw his pride to the wind and confessed, “You’re so beautiful.”

Your expression was priceless. Jaemin indulged in watching you become a stuttering, faltering mess in front of him, struggling for words that could come out coherently.

“I thought you said you wouldn’t call anyone beautiful over your dead body,” you managed.

“Well, you’re not anyone, are you?” Jaemin raised a brow “You’re Y/N.”

“You’re such a smooth talker sometimes,” you acknowledged, “you know, when you’re not completely malfunctioning.”

“Shh.” Jaemin pulled you closer. “Let me enjoy this.”

“Fine, but you’re making it up to me later for playing cat and mouse for a month.”

Jaemin scoffed. “Please, I was the mouse most of the time.”

A bubble of a laugh escaped your lips and you wrapped your arms around your boyfriend. “I’m really happy, you know?” you mumbled into his chest.

Jaemin kissed the top of your head, whispering a “yeah” into your hair. Maybe one day he’d admit that he was just as over-the-moon as you were, and maybe it would be coerced out of him hours later, but right now, under the starry night sky, he could only think about how lucky he was. It was funny, though, because now he could see the stars.

And they were so beautiful.

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