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elvish-sky · 3 years

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Totally and Completely in Love {Legolas x Reader}

A.N: I’m extremely proud of this. I’ve worked on it for two weeks and just really love it. I think it’s actually my favorite thing I’ve ever written, so it would mean so much to me if you guys let me know what you think of it.

Requested by Anon on Tumblr: Hey! Can I request a Legolas x (human)reader where the reader is on the quest with the fellowship and she gets a really bad fever along the way (my idea was she passes out and Legolas carries her and takes care of her - but that's just an idea, you can make it any way you wish!) and while she's in fever shaking and high temperature she accidentally admits her feelings for Legolas not even knowing what she says cause she's so very ill. With lots of fluff along the way - fluff in your fics is just amazing 🥺 OH AND plus Aragorn who's shipping them the whole time like he always does! I was thinking about this for a long time and I just had to request it! Thank you so so so sooo muchh ❤️❤️❤️ Lots of love!

Word Count: 4, 318 ....oops. My bad.

Pairing: Legolas x Reader

Summary: You catch a cold and Legolas takes care of you.

Warnings: Swears, sickness/fever

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Totally and Completely in Love

You dove under the water, probing with your hands until you hit what you thought was an ankle. Yanking it, you felt the person attached stumble and join you under the water. You came up for air, laughing to see Merry spluttering as he recovered from his sudden dunking.

Leaving Rivendell some days previously, you had been excited for the journey and adventure you were about to embark on. Now, though, you were starting to feel a little worse for wear. After spotting the small waterfall and pool it flowed into, you and the hobbits had begged Aragorn to stop early for the day, desperate to wash up. After a lot of begging, he had finally agreed, and here you were.

Aragorn had wanted to get a more thorough grasp of the terrain if you were to be camping here, and Legolas and Gimli had volunteered to join him. Aragorn had rolled his eyes, knowing that he would spend a lot of time breaking up arguments and friendly competitions between the two, but they left. (You fondly recalled the time when, after a long day of walking, the two had started a competition to find the most firewood. It had ended with them having a tug-of-war with a large log while the rest of the group rolled around laughing at them, which doubled when Aragorn chopped the log in half, causing them each to fall back on their asses.) While they scouted, Sam got a fire going, and Boromir and Gandalf did who knows what, you and the other three hobbits had decided to go wash your clothes. Merry and Pippin had quickly started a fight, however, and upon seeing them in the pool with the mist spraying into the air, creating rainbows, you had stripped down to your underthings and joined them, determined to win, while Frodo looked on and called out advice from a nearby rock. It was freezing, uncomfortably so, but it was worth it to be able to feel even a little bit clean again.

“Nice one, Y/N!” he cried out now, nodding his approval as you dunked Pippin. You ignored the fact that as a human, you had a size advantage over the small hobbits, and proceeded to do a victory lap in the water.

Swimming around, you admired the natural beauty that you had somehow stumbled upon. Small cliffs rose around you, about the height of a small oak tree, sheltering the little lagoon. The waterfall cascaded down the rocks into the pool of shimmering blue water, which filtered out between a small gap in the rocks, forming a river. The green leaves of the trees were reflected in the water, giving it a teal tint, and the sun made the grains in the rocks sparkle. All of this gave the small area a truly ethereal look.

You were suddenly startled from your reverie by two hobbit-sized shapes crashing into you from above. While you had been admiring the scenery, Merry and Pippin had climbed onto the rocks to ambush you. Forcing your head underwater, they giggled as you came back up, gasping. Their amusement quickly turned to fear as you turned to them with a devilish glint in your eyes. You tackled them and smirked as their faces turned to twin looks of outrage. “What was that for?”

“You guys jumped me! I did what I had to do.” You leaned back in the water, very pleased with yourself as you heard a stifled chuckle from the nearby rocks.

“Oh, you think that’s funny, do you, Frodo?” Pippin was advancing on him now, looking comically angry. Merry grabbed him and whispered something in his ear that you couldn’t quite hear. Pippin nodded, his face turning serious.

“We should go back to the campsite, see if there’s any food.” Merry was now climbing onto the shore and tucking his shirt into his wet trousers.

“You just want to steal some of Sam’s stew before everyone else!” Pippin elbowed him. “And what if I do?” Merry set off running towards the campsite, Pippin following him with a curse and a shout of, “Now he’ll eat it all and there’ll be none left for me!”

You made your way onto the shore a bit more sedately. Once out of the water, you began shivering and hastened to get redressed. Frodo had looked away, blushing, when you climbed out of the water, and you teased him. “C’mon Frodo, everything important is covered!”

This was true, you had kept your wrappings over your chest on, as well as your other undergarments. “Still,” the hobbit kept his eyes averted as you tugged your tunic over your head, lacing it as you spoke, “it’s not proper.” You shook your head at him in pretend exasperation. “I’m decent, let us go see if Merry really did eat all the stew.”

Sitting around the fire with your companions, you would have been quite content had you still not been so cold. Sam’s stew had warmed you for a little while, but now you were hunched over in your still-damp clothes, shivering. “Are you all right, Y/N?” Legolas looked down at you from his perch on the log next to you, concern in his eyes. “Yes,” you nodded, teeth chattering. “Just cold.”

“Well, maybe Legolas could warm you up?” Aragorn winked at you.

“No!” you cried, and then leaned over and punched Aragorn’s arm.

“Ow! What was that for?” he exclaimed, but you just sat back, pleased with yourself, yet still shivering.

Legolas looked uncertain for a second, then wrapped his arm around your shoulders, bringing you close to his warmth. You unconsciously pressed closer against him, drawn to the heat emanating from his body. As you did, he stiffened. He then jumped up, leaving you sitting there, confused as he made his way over to his pack. Grabbing something, he came back over and held it out to you.

“You’re freezing because your clothing is soaked!” He informed you and the group of this. “Yes, Legolas, I know. I’m the one wearing the soaked clothes.” You attempted to say this deadpan, but it was ruined by the clicking sound of your teeth chattering.

“Well, I was thinking- I don’t have pants that’ll fit you, but you can wear my tunic.” He blushed. “It might be a little large, but at least it’s dry.”

“Oh, no Legolas, I’m fine, really.” You didn’t want him to notice how you were nervously playing with your hair, something you always did when embarrassed.

“Really, Y/N. Take it.” He shook it at you, and, sighing, you stood and grabbed it out of his hand. “Thank you, Legolas.” You made your way to the edge of the campsite, grabbing a new set of wrappings for your breasts before disappearing into the forest to change.

Behind a tree, you lifted the damp tunic over your head and rewrapped your chest with practiced ease. You then pulled Legolas’ soft tunic on. It was rather large on you, falling a little lower on your legs than yours usually did. It hit your waist at a nice angle, however, accentuating it nicely. The real issue was the neckline. It had no laces and was much deeper than you usually wore, exposing a lot more skin than you were used to. After unsuccessfully trying to close the v-neck in some way, you gave up and just prayed no one would look too closely.

Walking back into the campsite, you draped your wet tunic over your pack, hoping it would dry overnight.

“I feel much warmer now, thank you.” You sat back down on the log next to Legolas. His eyes drifted across your body, taking in the sight of you in his clothes. “It looks good on you.” He blushed, and you tucked a piece of loose hair behind your ear, feeling rather pleased by the compliment.

“Hey, lovebirds!” came a shout from across the fire. Boromir was sitting with Merry and Pippin and was unwrapping something encased in leaves. You quickly scooched apart from Legolas, fidgeting, and craned your neck to see what Boromir had.

“What is that?” Legolas was just as curious, and just as embarrassed.

“While you were all off doing stuff earlier, I went and gathered some berries!” Boromir finished unwrapping them and held them up triumphantly. You could see strawberries and blueberries spilling out onto the leaves, and licked your lips in anticipation. After taking a few, Boromir passed the pouch around the fire, and everyone took a couple. You bit into a strawberry, savoring the sweetness.

“These are delicious, thank you, Boromir.” Aragorn was trying to speak around a mouthful of blueberries, which just caused the blue juice to run down his chin. Soon, you were all giggling at each other devouring the fruit, not caring if any got on your faces. Even Gandalf had a streak of blue running into his long grey beard, a fact that amused Pippin greatly. Finished, you leaned back with a sigh, patting your stomach with satisfaction.

“Thank you, Boromir. Truly, they were a wonderful treat.”

“Happy to, Y/N!” And indeed he did look pleased to see everyone enjoying something he had done for them.

You made your way down to the waterfall, this time accompanied by the whole Fellowship except Gandalf, who had stayed behind to tend the fire. You all splashed water on your faces to clean them of the sticky berry residue. You were careful to just get your face wet, not wanting to dampen Legolas’ tunic, but even with just your face you still got really cold again. Shivering, you turned and walked back to the campsite, admiring the stars shining above the foliage.

Reaching the campsite, you walked over to your bedroll and dragged it closer to the fire. Not so close that people would be worried, but close enough that you could hopefully soak up the meager warmth as the flames dwindled into embers overnight. You climbed in under your blanket and curled up in a ball to preserve as much body heat as possible. Lulled by the crackling of the fire and the soft murmurs of your friends getting ready for the night, you drifted off to sleep, grateful that you weren’t on the watch list that night.

“Y/N. Wake up, it’s time to go.” You were shaken awake the next morning by Legolas, who smiled at you fondly before moving on to help pack up. Stretching, you sat up and immediately recoiled. Your head hurt. And you were cold. And also somehow hot. And you felt a tad bit woozy. But you were fine, you didn’t want to hold up the journey, so you gathered the courage and emerged from your bedding, rolling it up and packing it away as you hissed in discomfort.

Walking across the campsite, your arm was grabbed by Aragorn, who pulled you off to the side. “Are you ok? You look out of sorts.” It was true, you were shaking a little bit with chills, but he didn’t need to know that.

“Oh, I’m completely fine, Aragorn. Don’t worry about me!” You faked a smile in an attempt to prove that you were, as you said, fine. Pulling your arm out of his grasp, you shouldered your pack and set off behind Boromir.

As the day went on, you felt fainter and fainter. One second you would feel like you were a furnace, the next you thought you’d never be warm again. It was taking all your energy to focus on simply putting one foot in front of the other, but you kept going, determined not to be the cause of any delays.

After you had stopped for lunch, Legolas drifted to the back of the group to walk with you. Noticing your shakiness earlier, he had decided to check on you.

“Are you alright, Y/N?” His gaze met yours, and the touching concern in his eyes almost made you stumble, although to be fair anything could have made you stumble, you were so tired at this point.

“Why does everyone keep asking me that? Seriously, Legolas, I’m fi-” Your body finally gave up on you, and you passed out. The elf was not expecting this and tried to catch you as you fell, succeeding only in slowing you down so that you hit the ground gently, cradled in his arms. Feeling your forehead, he sucked in a breath of shock.

“She’s burning up.” He informed the rest of the Fellowship, who were all gathered around the two of you like a bunch of concerned mother hens.

“We cannot stop yet.” Aragorn looked worried.

“I will carry Y/N until we camp for the night.” Boromir volunteered. Had you been conscious, you would have protested being carried at all. You wouldn’t have cared who you were carried by. But someone else did.

“No, Boromir. I’ll carry her.” With this Legolas scooped you into his arms, startling Boromir with his determination. Aragorn just smirked. “Let us continue, then.” And they set off, you in Legolas’ arms, head resting against his chest.

Legolas heard Pippin softly asking Aragorn questions as they moved. “I don’t understand, why did Y/N catch a cold but we did not?”

“Hobbits are hardier folk than us humans. You can withstand much harsher conditions. It is why I did not join you in the water, and I have elvish blood, so it would not have been as bad for me as it is for Y/N.” The elf secretly did not know much about humans and their sicknesses, so he found this explanation rather helpful.

Legolas kept looking down at you, marveling at how, even sick, you looked so peaceful. You wore a faint smile as if you were having a pleasant dream.

“Legolas?” You whispered, squirming in his arms. He jolted at the sound of his name coming out of your mouth.

“Y/N? Are you awake?” He brushed your hair out of your face and saw that your eyes were still closed. He figured it was just you having a dream about the Fellowship, his name just happened to be the one you mentioned. Then you spoke again.

“I love you, Legolas.” He stopped in shock as you shifted in his arms again.

“You love me too? That’s good.” You sighed, wiggling your nose in that cute way Legolas liked, head still resting against his chest.

The elf, meanwhile, was standing there. Dumbstruck, with you fast asleep in his arms, he stood there until an unsuspecting Gimli crashed into him from behind.

“Lad! Yeh don’t just stop in the middle of the path! Keep moving!”

Legolas was still too shocked to come up with a retort, so he silently stepped to the side, letting the dwarf pass. Aragorn was next but paused to get Legolas to keep walking. “Legolas. What is wrong? Do you grow weary of carrying Y/N?”

“No!” The elf turned away from Aragorn, fearing that the man would insist on taking you.

Aragorn backed up a step, hands in the air. “Very well then. If you are not tired, why are you so on edge?”

“Y/N was talking in her sleep.”

“So? What does that have to do with yo- Legolas, why are you blushing?!” The ranger looked very amused by the flushed elf. “What, exactly, did she say?”

“She, um, well- she said she loved me.” Legolas was trying very hard not to meet Aragorn’s eyes.

Meanwhile, Aragorn had a shit-eating grin on his face. “Well, that is wonderful news! Now the two of you can stop the ridiculous flirting and pining.”

“Aragorn- you do not think she could have meant it?” Legolas was now looking at his friend, and Aragorn could see the beginnings of hope in his eyes.

“Of course she meant it! She was having a dream, about you, and told you she loved you. How could it be any clearer?”

“Well, that’s just it. It was a dream. It probably did not mean anything.” As Legolas spoke, Aragorn saw him convince himself that it was not true. “Legolas.” The blond turned his head and looked Aragorn in the eyes.

“I believe that Y/N means what she said in that dream. I have seen it in the way she acts with you. If you do not, then I cannot convince you. But I will say- ask her about it when she wakes up. Just mention the dream.”

With that Aragorn sped up, leaving a conflicted, confused, and still blushing Legolas walking slowly at the back of the group.

“I think you should tell her,” came a voice from down near his elbow. Legolas’ gaze drifted down to focus on Merry, who had somehow appeared next to him while he was lost in thought. “Tell her what?” The elf tried to deny everything, but Merry wasn’t having it.

“Tell her that you love her!” The hobbit looked so earnest that Legolas couldn’t help but listen to him. Merry continued, “I know if I loved someone, I’d want them to know. Not even because we could lose our lives at any moment, just because I think they deserve it. It’s like in the old stories Mr. Bilbo used to tell. She deserves to know you love her, Legolas. Tell her before it’s too late.”

Struck by the serious set of the hobbit’s face, and emotions in his eyes, Legolas nodded. “All right then. I guess I’ll ask her tonight.” He looked nervous, but then his eyes drifted down to look upon your sleeping form, cradled in his arms, and his face softened.

“Don’t let Boromir or Gimli see you looking at her like that, though- they’ll think you’ve gone soft!” And with that, Merry bounded back up to walk with Pippin.

Legolas was again by himself (well, not entirely, you were still there, but that might not count because you were unconscious), left to mull over his thoughts. He had been bluffing with Merry, he was most certainly not going to ask you about your feelings for him that night, but reflecting on the hobbit’s words something struck him. You were all on a perilous quest, it would be better for you to know now. And he could just ask you about your dream, inquire after your sleep. He didn’t have to confess to anything unless you did- which he was sure wasn’t going to happen, who could love him? But it did sound like a decent plan, so he decided to go through with it.

Just as that thought of resolve crossed his brain, you stirred. Opening your eyes, you gazed blearily at the world around you until your gaze came to rest on the face above you.

Blinking, it came into focus. “Legolas? What- why are you carrying me? What happened?”

“You fainted, Y/N. We think you have a fever, you must have caught a cold from swimming yesterday.” He was still walking as he spoke.

“Ok. Well, thank you for carrying me. I can walk now.”

When he didn’t, you asked again. “I’m fine, Legolas. Really, put me down.”

He still refused to do so.

“Put me down, Legolas!”

Finally, he answered. “I will not. I will carry you until we camp tonight.”

Overhearing him, Aragorn called out back to you. “Well, it’s a good thing we just found a place to camp!”

“Frodo, would you mind grabbing me Y/N’s pack from Aragorn and just spreading out her bedroll so she can rest?” Legolas was walking over to a spot he thought you would like as he spoke. Frodo came over with your bedroll, laying it out on a nice, flat area of ground. As pleased as you were, you still had to protest.

“I do not need rest, Legolas. What I need is for you to put me down!”

Sensing that perhaps it was just best to do as you said, the elf gently eased you to your feet. The second you were standing, you started to feel dizzy, and the chills came back. You fell back into Legolas’ waiting arms, too tired to stand.

“Okay, fine, maybe I do need to rest.” You yawned as he lowered you onto your bedroll, tucking the blankets in around you. “But I don’t want to be here, away from everyone. Carry me over to sit around the fire.” You made a regal face as Legolas picked you back up. The fire was crackling in the center of the small clearing, and everyone else was gathered around as Sam served supper.

“So demanding,” he muttered under his breath, jokingly. “Oh!” You were playfully offended.

He set you down, wrapping your blanket around your shoulders before settling next to you. Sam passed you a bowl of stew, and you inhaled the scent of it.

“Rabbit and potato tonight?” You could always guess what was in it.

“How do you guess right every time?” Pippin was amazed.

“I guess I just have a refined, expert sense of smell,” you declared and dug into the delicious stew.

Sighing, you placed your bowl on the ground, empty, and leaned into Legolas’ side. He stiffened, surprised, before wrapping his arm around your shoulders and drawing you closer to him.

“How are you feeling?”

“Better, thank you. Still tired, but I’m not as cold.”

He nodded and looked back at your companions around the fire. Who, in fact, were all staring at the two of you. Again. You scooched away from the elf, realized just how cold it was away from his arms, and promptly moved back closer to him, burying your face in his chest to titters from the group around you.

“Oh, shut up.” You didn’t care, Legolas was warm and you were cold, it was as simple as that. Nothing else. Or at least, that was what you were telling yourself.

Later that night, after you had wobbled back over to your bedroll with the help of Merry and Pippin each propping you up on one side, you lay there, unable to sleep. You didn’t understand why- you were very tired, you just couldn’t sleep. Your tossing and turning must have caught the attention of the person, or rather, elf, on watch, as he came over and sat down next to you.

“Are you okay?” He looked worried.

“Fine. I just can't seem to fall asleep.” You sat up, now at eye level with the blond archer.

“Ah. Well, unfortunately, I do not know how to get you to sleep, but I can keep you company if that is all right.” You nodded, and the two of you sat there, looking up at the stars glowing in the sky, framed like a portrait by the foliage of the trees surrounding the clearing.

After a while, he spoke again. “Y/N, can I ask you something?”

You nodded.

“What were you dreaming about earlier?”

You tucked your hair behind your ear, embarrassed as you recalled the dream from earlier where you and Legolas had fallen in love. Deciding that denial was the best course of action here, you spoke. “I did not dream.”

“Y/N. You were talking in your sleep.”

Uh oh.

“What did I say?”

Now he was blushing. You internally prepared yourself for whatever embarrassing thing he was about to say, ready to deny your feelings.

“You, um… well, you said you loved me.”

You wouldn’t meet his eyes. “I’m so sorry, Legolas. It was just a silly, dream, it meant nothing, I don’t feel that way about you at all…” Babbling, your eyes went back to his face, unprepared for the depth of disappointment in his eyes and the sadness written there.

“You truly do not feel like that?”

After seeing his face, feeling the emotion conveyed in his voice, a small flame of hope lit in your chest. Taking a deep breath, you decided to be brave.

You took his hand, entwining your fingers with his as you took a deep breath. “I lied, Legolas. I love you.”

You saw the shock on his face. “It’s ok if you don’t feel the same, we can never speak of it again. We can go back to normal, this doesn’t have to be a big deal.” Your babbling was cut off by the elf.

“Y/N. I love you. Totally and completely, with every fiber of my being, I love you.”

Shyly, you reached your hand out and brushed his cheek.

“Really?”

“Really.”

“That’s good.”

He laughed. “You said that after I told you in your dream!”

“I did?”

He nodded. “Now, let’s see if you can get some sleep. It’s late.”

He moved so that you were between his legs, head resting on his chest as he leaned up against a rock. You snuggled in close, and he began rubbing circles on your shoulder. He began to softly hum, a tune you did not recognize but liked just the same. Lulled by his soft voice and the motions of his hands, you drifted into a deep, wonderful sleep.

Legolas sat there, you in his arms, marveling at the turn of events. A movement from Aragorn’s bedroll startled him, but he made sure not to wake you up. The ranger sat up, facing him.

“I told you so.” Aragorn winked at him, looking mightily pleased with himself.

“Well, now that you’re awake, you might as well begin your shift of watch!” Legolas looked triumphant and watched as the ranger sighed and rose, moving over to sit on a boulder that overlooked the whole camp.

“Get some sleep, Legolas,” Aragorn advised.

Careful to not wake you, Legolas moved so that he was lying next to you, arm wrapped around your waist and chin resting just above your head. He sighed and felt himself slowly drift off to join you, his beloved, in the land of sleep.

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littlemisskookie · 4 years

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Piss Off Your Parents

Piss Off Your Parents Ship: BadBoy!Jungkook | RichGirl!Reader Description: Roommates!AU | BadBoy!AU | FakeDating!AU | In an effort to piss off your parents you move in with their worst nightmare- a boy with tattoos, a rock band, and an irresistible charm. Warnings: Dom!JK, Daddy Kink, D/S Themes, Spanking, Pussy Spanking, Intercourse, Rough Sex, Dirty Talk, Creampie, Fingering, Oral, Multiple Orgasms, Squirting, Size Kink, Hair Pulling, Praise Kink, Lots of Pet Names, Angst, Fluff, Drug Use (it’s just weed) Word Count: 16,411 A/N: Based on the song 18 by Anarbor! This ends my hiatus! I’ve been writing this for literal months so I hope you guys like it. Happy Early 3rd Year Anniversary!

"Oh, you must visit us in Morocco! We got a summer home there not too long ago, and it's absolutely divine!"

"You don't say? We were thinking about visiting there! It was between there and Budapest."

"I went to Budapest not too long ago, actually. Remember when I was telling you about Belgium?"

"Belgium? I remember Prague..."

"Oh yes! Prague, that's it. Well, it was the trip after-"

You rolled your eyes, internally groaning as you listened to your mother speak with the Senator's wife. You hated going to these. The senator loved to host "intimate" parties, which mainly compromised of the 1%. Everyone knew it was because the next election was coming up, and he wanted to raise funding. As if he needed it, you mused to yourself, admiring the interior of the mansion. Spilling wine on a nearby couch would cost as much as some student loans.

Still, you were the daughter of a wealthy family, trust fund baby among other things. Your college was paid for, not including the bribing, and you were the darling among many. Daddy's little jewel, and one of the few brats who wasn't forced under the scapel at 16.

You couldn't stand the boys in that circle. They were all the same, figuring that a man of their "status" should have a trophy equally worthy. Or perhaps they wanted an arranged marriage, no bullshit, simply in hopes of linking the family businesses together and gaining your father's support. Often times they were just men who had never heard the word "no", and didn't like hearing it, wealth be damned.

You feel sick to your stomach, seeing one of your "suitors" eyeing you when he enters. He's different from the others, no suit adorning his figure. Instead of a suit and tie, he wears all black, leather jacket and combat boots. The graphic tee is tucked into his ripped jeans, accentuating his tiny waist. You peak at the tattoos on his hands, and the jewelry he wears. Lots of rings, some earrings, and a chain necklace, with a matching one on his pants. He had long hair that hung around his ears, making it where he had to flip his hair to see what was in front of him.

You felt as though the world had stopped, holding your breath as you simply stare at him. He gives you a charming smile, surprisingly cute dimples showing up on either cheek. It felt as though the breath had been knocked out of your lungs, and your stomach was doing flips.

"Oh, that boy! I told him to dress for the occasion," the Senator's wife scowled. She smiles towards you and your mother. "If you'll excuse me."

As soon as she scurries away, you turn to your mother, eyes wide with wonder. "Who's that?"

Your mother gives a judgemental stare to the boy as he's approached. "The Senator's son- Jungkook. You grew up with him when you were about toddlers."

"The Jeons created that?" You couldn't believe it. Those two had sticks shoved so far up their asses you were sure you could see the end whenever they opened their mouths. You would've remembered growing up with a specimen like that. "How come I haven't seen him until now?"

"His parents sent him off to boarding school in Switzerland, hoping it would whip him into shape. It didn't. After he got his degree in college he decided to make some rock band. Apparently he's back in town to work with this new record label- or was it to own his own guitar shop?"

"So he's some baddie rock star?"

"Dear, I told you to speak properly. Like a lady." Your mother sighs. "But in other words, yes. Figures the Senator would make the living embodiment of teenage rebellion- though I'm surprised it's lasted this long."

"I'll say." You hadn't been able to do anything of the sort. Your parents were strict to whip you into the shape, not allowing any form of rebellion, though you have your tiny ways. You learned to appreciate the little things. So when you looked at the Senator's son, in all his indie-rock glory, you couldn't help but admire him.

"I'll see you in a bit, Mother. I do believe I have to acquaint myself," you say, sliding away with ease.

"Y/N!"

You're long gone, though, the lecture Jungkook was surely hearing now over as his mother stomps away, shaking her head. You combed your fingers through your hair, hoping you looked good. You wore a tight red dress, though it wasn't too revealing, as well as a matching set of diamond earrings. Don't even mention the carats on your necklace.

"Hey," you say, giving the coy smile you had mastered so long ago. "Jungkook, right?"

"That's me," he says, taking your hand to bring it up to his lips, winking at you. "And who do I have the pleasure of meeting?"

"Meeting?" You feign slight offense. "Don't you remember me? Y/N. We grew up together as toddlers." Before he has time to take it seriously, you let your expressions melt back into a smile. "Though I wouldn't worry too much about it- it was long ago."

"I don't think I'll be forgetting you again any time soon," he says, a smirk on his lips.

You giggle at that. "So what brings you here? Doesn't seem to be your kind of scene."

He shrugged. "My dad's the senator, as I'm sure you already know. He figured I'd be able to bring in a few dollars with promoting to our 'friends', along with getting me on the 'right track'. AKA his track. Y'know, politics and that sort of stuff."

"I get that," you nod. "My parents have been pushing me most of tonight to find myself some new boyfriend here."

"And why haven't you? I'd figure a gorgeous girl such as yourself would have no problem."

"The problem isn't with me, mind you," you say, sighing. "Let's just say that most of these guys aren't exactly my-" You nod to the suitor who had been eyeing you the entire time, though he now glares at Jungkook. "-type."

"They aren't my type either," Jungkook jokes, waving in acknowledgment to the man. He leans in close to whisper in your ear, and you can't help but feel your knees go weak at his scent. Was that cologne or did he naturally smell good? "What exactly is your type then, hm?"

"I'm talking to him."

He smiles at that. "Good move, princess."

"Who do you think you're calling princess?"

"Oh? What would you like to be called, then?"

"Wouldn't you like to know? You already have too much power over me. That would just be my one-way ticket to doom." You let your fingers twirl around a lock of his hair, admiring how soft it was. "My name will do for now."

"Fair enough," he chuckles. "Do you want to get some fresh air on the balcony? It's just that wonderbread over there seems like he wants to pick a fight, and I'd rather not get blood on that white shirt of his."

"Is that why you're wearing black? So the blood won't show up?"

"You're wearing red- it'll do just as well."

"Touché. No fighting tonight, though. Wonderbread can't even handle a nosebleed."

"Lead the way then, Y/N."

You're happy to do so but already find yourself cringing as Wonderbread catches up with you before you can leave. "Hey! Y/N! Where are you going off to? The party's just started"

"Jungkook and I are just going to get some fresh air," you assure him, trying to smother the rising feelings of annoyance as well as the urge to groan.

"Jungkook, huh?" Wonderbread looks him up and down, eyes squinted, glaring at his appearance. "The senator's son?"

"That's me," Jungkook says in response.

"You don't look like the type," Wonderbread mutters.

"You mean boring?" Jungkook snorts, giving his own dirty glance up and down Wonderbread's form.

"What are you insinuating?" Wonderbread's face was already getting red. It was always so easy to offend these sorts of guys. They could dish it, but not take it.

"I mean black is slimming. You should dress in a way that flatters you, y'know?" Jungkook plasters on a fake smile that could rival your own. He reaches for Wonderbread's tie, toying with it between his fingers for a few moments. "But judging from your choice of baby blue, I don't think you do."

"Why I oughta-"

"I think now's a good time to get that fresh air!" you say, pushing Jungkook off in the direction of the balcony. "Right, Jungkook?"

He simply shrugs, taking the hint before stalking off in that direction. You're about to follow him when Wonderbread yanks on your arm, a scowl on his face. "I thought you had better taste, Y/N. That you were smart."

"Let go of me, please."

His grip tightens. "Didn't your parents tell you to stay away from guys like that? He'll just get you into trouble- they always do. What with their piercings and tattoos and drugs- stay away from that. He had a choice and could've been like that, but it's clear he wants to be a rebel and get himself in jail."

"I said let go of me." You try to pull your arm back, but he stays firm.

"Why don't you just listen to me and stop for a second. Guys like that will just hurt you. They hurt everyone around them, including themselves. They're scum-"

"I said-"

"Don't be an idiot and stick with your own kind."

"If you don't let go of me right now, I'll scream. I don't care," you grit.

Wonderbread scowls again, muttering to himself as he finally lets go of you. You rub your sore arm, glaring at him. He simply scoffs. "You'll be the laughing stock when you go crying back to your parents."

"Have you ever considered I don't want to be like you people? Like us? Look around, Wonderbread. None of us are happy. You clearly aren't because you can't get laid, at least not by 'your own kind'. I haven't done anything with Jungkook, I just met him tonight and we're getting air, and even if I did, it'd be none of your business. So stop staring at my rack like you have been for the past hour and get a life."

You turn on your heel, marching over to the balcony, leaving Wonderbread far behind you. Jungkook's waiting for you, leaning on the railing.

"Are you ok? I saw some of that back there. I wanted to help, but I didn't want to go all 'Alpha Douchebag' like other guys. Besides you seemed to be able to handle yourself at the end."

You huff, brushing your hands through your hair. "I'm able to defend myself once in a while. I'm not some damsel in distress."

"Never said you were, princess. And trust me when I say I'm no white knight."

"That's why I'm here with you instead of Wonderbread."

"No one with a personality spicier than flour would want to stick around with Wonderbread," he responds.

"You've got a point," you huff. "Guys like him are hard to shake off."

"It's not hard to see why. You're gorgeous and rich, double whammy," Jungkook winks.

You groan. "God, not you too. Besides, you're one to talk. You waltz in here, dressing like sin, son of the senator no less, and you don't expect girls to fawn over you?"

"Who said I didn't expect it?"

"Plus, it's different for guys and girls. In this sort of society guys just want a trophy wife. The girls want a trophy too, though. The hottest guy, the richest guy- a provider," you state. "The gender roles of the high class still stay in the 50s, I'm afraid."

"So you followed me out here because you see me as a provider, huh?"

"Did you invite me out because you saw me as a trophy?"

"No." He shakes his head, his locks bouncing as he did so. It was strangely attractive.

"Well if I just wanted a provider I'd stick with Wonderbread. He'd be more than willing to 'provide' for me."

"The only thing softies like that can't provide is an orgasm," he bluntly says.

You burst out laughing at that. "Oh my god, don't-"

"I'm just saying," he chuckles. "Besides, it's not all that bad. So you're hot and rich- boohoo. First world problems, am I right?"

"I know, I know, I'm privileged but- God, it's annoying."

"It's just a few guys who want to marry you- what's the big deal?"

"What's the big deal?" You hold out your hand, tallying off the reasons. "My parents are pressuring me to marry young, wanting to trust their wealth to a man they don't even know rather than the daughter they raised. I'm constantly sexually harassed, and most of the time when I reject the guy he either doesn't take the hint or just says I was fat or ugly to ease his bruising ego. Everything I do is perceived as a ploy to get a man, and the other chicks go as far as to slut-shame me or say I think I'm better than everyone else because I'm some SJW who doesn't want to get boob surgery to please a man, despite the fact he'll probably be sleeping with an 18-year-old when we're 50 and hating ourselves."

"If it helps, I think your tits are great as they are."

"Did you listen to anything I said?"

"Of course I did, baby. But you have to keep in mind when a guy hears the words 'boob surgery' he tends to tune in more," he jokes. "But yes, I get your struggles. I grew up in the same environment, for the most part."

"Why aren't you out here trying to win a trophy, anyway?"

"Didn't you hear? I was sent off to boarding school. It's good to see an outside world that doesn't cater to your every need," he shrugs. "You know, a world where women are more than trophies and guys are more than the thickness of their wallets."

"Instead the thickness of their cocks?"

He winks. "Now you're thinking like me."

"So you got outside perspective and chose to follow that instead of a life that would've provided you with everything?"

"What can I say? I've got passion for things outside of elections and sexism."

"Let me guess- you're in a rock band, ride a motorcycle, and play guitar," you roll your eyes. "Color me impressed."

There's a moment of silence, and you turn to him, finding him bashfully stunned. "No shit! You're actually all of those things?"

"I'll have you know I own a guitar shop along with the band. Have to pay the bills somehow."

"Oh my god- you're like every teen girl's wet dream! The living embodiment of a Harry Styles fanfiction but without the toxicity!" You guffaw. "I can't believe this. I should've known. Leather jackets, long hair, tattoos- fuck!"

"Yeah yeah, you've made your point, princess."

"I mean, I thought I was a bit of a parent's worse nightmare when it came to youthful rebellion but you're the icing on the cake," you continue. "Fuck, you'd piss my parents off."

"Getting turned on by the thought of it, little girl?" he teases, trying to get you to back down, quirking a brow at your amusement.

"You know it," you flirt back, tugging at his belt, fueled further. "I love nothing more than showing them I'm more grown-up than they realize."

"Oh?" He starts to take you seriously, gulping. "I would've figured a Daddy's girl like you would've loved pleasing her parents."

"I guess you could say I'm a different kind of Daddy's girl," you wink. You laugh at his serious expression, knowing your little joke was in full effect. "Calm down, Jeon. I'm not going to fuck you on the balcony- despite how my type you are."

"I'm your type?"

"Haven't I made it obvious?" you snicker. "I told you I loved nothing more than to piss my parents off- and you're the embodiment of that. I could see my dad's face going red already! I mean, motorcycles, rock band, tattoos, leather, guitars- already my type, but it's the cherry on top."

"You're weird about that, huh? I knew some girls were into this whole look, but I wouldn't have figured it was for the same reason as you."

"All girls who are attracted to guys like you are attracted for the same reasons," you muse. "Daddy issues."

"Makes sense," he hums. "But I'm not all that dreamy, princess."

"Oh? Explain."

"I drink."

"Vodka I hope."

"I also smoke. Weed."

"Better than vaping like the 'cool kids'."

"I'm broke."

That's the one that takes you by surprise. "How's that? You're the senator's son."

He shrugs. "My parents cut me off after I came back from boarding school and told them I wanted to join a rock band and make a guitar shop. They hate my look as much as your parents would- though they brought me here in hopes that those my age could rub off on me in time for the election. I make enough to live in my apartment and provide for myself, but I don't think I'd be able to be the same kind of 'provider' as Wonderbread over there."

"Well, what do you think I'd use Daddy's card for?" you say. "It has been gathering dust..."

"God, you're serious about this," he laughs. "I'm on a fast track of getting a rich girlfriend and I didn't even have to lift a finger. I'll have to start calling off my other girls soon enough."

"Not quite," you say, pressing your finger against his lips. "There's one thing that'll prevent me from dating a guy like you- no matter how appealing you may seem."

His brows furrow in a state of confusion. "And what's that, princess?"

"There's one thing that's very consistent about men like you- what, with your 'bad boy with a heart of gold' persona," you say, tilting his chin up a bit. "Heart breakers. All of you. In all of the stories, fiction or reality, it ends the same. A broken heart one way or another, even temporarily. I'm guessing with you it'd be those other girls you mentioned. If not that, arguments because of how different we are. Or perhaps it'd be my parents saying enough's enough and taking me away or something- I don't know. It's the only thing that my parents and Wonderbread get right, though."

"So what does that boil down to?"

"It boils down to the fact that I wouldn't fall for someone like you."

"Charming?"

"Sleazy."

"Handsome?"

"Generic."

"Dangerous?"

"Extremely."

Jungkook chuckles at that. "I don't think you'd be able to choose whether or not you fall for someone, princess. I've been told I'm quite irresistible."

"I'm sure you are- but I made my choice the moment you stepped through those double doors," you smile, tapping his nose. "I'm not going to be another broken heart. That I guarantee."

"Oh, you read too much fanfiction. What Harry Styles fanfiction gave you this mindset? The Bad Boy's Rich Girl?" He laughs. "I see it now. I assure you, baby, I'm a lover, not a fighter."

"I can handle fighting. I was raised in it. A lover like you isn't what I need."

"Are you sure? I'm confident in my loving abilities."

"Ha," you flatly say. "Sure you are. Choke me, baby."

"Give me the safe word first, baby."

You roll your eyes. "You're no good for me."

"Poison."

"You'd break my heart."

"Like so many others'."

"You'll call me?"

"At 2 AM."

"God, you're sleazy."

"You love it, baby."

"Shut up and put your number in my phone so I can wait two days to text back."

You and Jungkook had been texting non-stop since the senator's party. Surprisingly enough, between the banter and flirting, he was a very genuine person. He was caring and sent the same memes, though you were considering unfollowing meme accounts so that you'd be pleasantly surprised. Damn him for having the same sense of humor as you.

You were in the middle of spamming the skull emoji when your mother called for you. You rolled your eyes, huffing as you put down your phone, checking your appearance once more in the mirror. Your parents told you to get dolled up for the evening, and you could only hope they were taking you to see the musical that was in town.

Once you glided down the stairs, however, you were supremely disappointed.

"Y/N," your mother beamed, "this is Jin. He's a doctor, and he's involved in-"

"Non-invasive surgery," Jin interrupted, already pissing you off. "Pleasure to meet you- your parents told me all about you."

"Pleasure's all mine," you say through gritted teeth, already absolutely pissed. You turn towards your mother. "May I talk to you for a moment?"

"Of course, sweetheart." You see her internally roll her eyes as she escorts you to the kitchen, where you immediately turn on your heel.

"This is the fifth boy you've brought home for me to date! How many more do you need to bring for you to realize I'm not interested in them?"

"Sweetheart, you have to understand-"

"Understand what? No means no. I don't like any of them. The fact you won't stop pressuring me into dating strangers isn't helping, either."

"We just want to see you settled down with a proper gentleman-"

"Settled down!? I'm in my young 20s! I'm nowhere near menopause, for your information. I've got my whole life ahead of me before I even have to think about marriage."

"Don't raise your voice at me, young lady," she fumes. "What, would you rather we bring... bring a Jeon Jungkook?!"

"Is that what this is about?"

"We know you've become affiliated with him, yes. We're trying to get you on the right path."

"To hell with that noise!" you burst. "Jungkook is no less- no, more of a man than those dweebs that walk in! You want to know why? Because he's honest! I know these guys better than you. They might act all nice and charming to you guys, but that's just because they're after your money. You can't seem to see that, however, because it's not your tits they're staring at! It's not you who's the trophy. It's not you who is sexually harassed and seen as a prize to be won!"

"Young lady, I won't stand for such behavior!"

"I'm a grown adult, and I'll date bastards like Jeon Jungkook if I so please," you huff, turning away. "Tell Jin it was so nice to meet him, but unfortunately another 'proper gentleman' is keeping me occupied."

You stomp away before she can grab you and force you on your date, and by the time you're in a secluded area, you burst into tears. You simply wish your parents could see you as an adult who is capable of making her own decisions. That you're allowed to live your life and you're different from them and that's ok. They couldn't seem to get it through their thick heads, however.

You were sick of it. Absolutely sick of it. Over 20 years of this bullshit, and now it was worse, what with them pressuring you to jump into marriage with someone 'respectable'.

There had to be some way to get back at them. To get it through to them. To get back at them for their bullshit or get them to see you're not some naive 16-year-old or something.

With a shaky hand, you pick up your phone, dialing the number to call your friend.

"Jungkook? Yeah... yeah, I've been crying. Can you, uh, do you think you could do me a massive favor?"

Jungkook had to admit, it came as a surprise when you asked to move in with him.

It really didn't register with him, however, until you pulled up in front of his building in your luxury convertible, boxes filling up every inch of space.

He had no problem with you becoming his roommate- after all, you promised you wouldn't bother interfering with his bachelor lifestyle. In fact, he was quite amused.

Fake dating. Your deep-rooted frustration for your parents was quite apparent, but he didn't think it'd go this far. You'd live with him for a while under the guise of boyfriend/girlfriend, at least to your parents. He didn't quite understand the revenge scheme or how it worked, but he understood enough. Between your choked up sobs, you had explained the plethora of men your parents have brought to your house under the guise of a date when in reality they were trying to pressure her into marriage.

Even if that hadn't been happening, Jungkook would've let you come in. You two were friends. You had insisted that you would pay your half of the rent and wouldn't become his actual girlfriend, and admittedly, Jungkook liked the thought of a roommate.

"What happens if your parents cut you off?" Jungkook had questioned you, knowing how rough it had been for him when it happened.

"Unbeknownst to my parents, I have a job," you explained.

"What? You said you just used your father's credit card when we first met!"

"I barely knew you! Now that I know you're not some creep I can tell you. If you must know, I'm the assistant to some chief executive for a fashion company."

"The Devil Wears Chanel?"

"It's The Devil Wears Prada, but close enough."

Still, he couldn't help but feel a bit worried for you, especially now that he saw you again. You lifted your designer sunglasses to reveal tired, worn eyes, a look only achieved through crying. He greeted you with a smile, however, hugging you once you stepped out of your car.

"How you holding up, princess?" he questioned, giving you a warm embrace.

"God, better now, thank you." You melted into his hug. "Thank you for doing this. It means a lot."

"Hey, I promised to piss off your parents, didn't I? I'm a man of my word," he chuckled. He stepped back, combing over your hair affectionately. "Now, here's the deal, oh precious fake girlfriend of mine. As roommates, we've got a few rules. Rule number one: No fucking after 3 AM. Despite my many escapades, I have a bedtime. Rule number two: when one person cooks, the other washes the dishes. Simple. Rule number three: Be honest. We're living together, so we've got to be honest. Lying, secrets- none of that. You've got something on your mind, you say it. We'll yell at each other for a few minutes and settle it. Sound good?"

You nod. "Sounds like a plan."

"Alright. And the fake dating rules, baby?"

"Nothing much. Drive with me once or twice to visit my parents, to show we're 'serious'. We can go into details about our story if need be. Keep up the act around rich brats."

"Sounds good," he chuckles. "Already turning into a Wattpad fanfiction, isn't it?"

You smile weakly, a light giggle escaping your lips. "Oh god, it really is, isn't it?"

"Hey, there's a reason they're popular. We've just got to do it better." He looks back towards your car filled with boxes. "Here, let me help you with your things, Your Highness."

"Why thank you, my humble servant," you say, getting a box yourself. "I sure do love a big strong man!"

"If only I weren't a peasant boy who worked at the stables."

"Indeed. You're filthy- I shouldn't even let you touch my valuables," you snicker, "but I suppose you'll have to do."

"You're right about the filthy part," Jungkook winks.

Being roommates with Jungkook wasn't what you expected.

Your work was getting more hectic, so you were arriving later than usual. It absolutely exhausted you, and you'd be stumbling in, kicking your heels off at the front door only to collapse into Jungkook's arms, who would wait for you. Every. Single. Night.

You had told him that he didn't have to wait for you. His work ended at 6, and even the nights when he'd play with his band wouldn't go too late, as they play until midnight for their usual gigs.

Still, he had insisted. Something about not wanting you to feel alone. You'd never tell him how much you appreciated it. Instead of the vast, empty mansion, you lived in, where the only thing that would embrace you was dust, you lived in a small, messy apartment and collapsed into a pair of warm arms.

On the few days you were off you were able to properly spend time with your roommate. Every other Friday would be movie night, where one of you would pick the movie for the two of you to watch, all because you believed the other was "tasteless". Nevertheless, it was time you truly enjoyed, and you were genuinely disappointed whenever you had to miss it because of your job.

Living with him was domestic in a good way. It was a friendly face to come home to every day, a warm hug to embrace you whenever you kicked off your heels. It was burnt bacon on some mornings and lazy Sunday clothing to borrow whenever you felt like it.

Sure, it wasn't always the greatest. Often times you guys would bicker over some basic chores and neatness. Jungkook left his clothes everywhere in the living room, and you'd leave all your heels in a heap in front of the door. However, you thought it'd be worse.

You were suspecting people over every other night, all as tatted and pierced as he was. Weekly bong parties where they'd try to hotbox the apartment, maybe. Women draping themselves over him every other morning, wanting to stay for the day, glaring at you because they saw you as a threat.

There was some of that, but not really. Jungkook, when it came down to it, was just another ordinary guy. Human. He'd have some of his bandmates and friends come over once in a while, and they were just as handsome and tatted as he was. They were polite and friendly, though, and didn't even leave much of a mess behind. Jungkook would get weed for the two of you to smoke once in a while. As for the women? Well, there was only one woman you had encountered.

It was a Friday night and you were able to come home at the usual hour, kicking your heels off and letting out the high ponytail you had in your hair. You massaged your scalp, making eye contact with Jungkook from his position on the couch. You strut over, plopping yourself down by his side and positioning yourself where you can lay your head in his lap.

"How was your day at work, princess?"

"Exhausting," you groaned. You'd never admit it to Jungkook, but you had warmed up to the nickname as of late. It made you feel warm inside. Special. You weren't a princess. You were his princess.

His fingers start running through your hair, giving you a gentle massage as he hums in understanding. "Want to talk about it?"

"Just the same old shit, honestly. You'd figure I'd be used to it by now."

"You'd figure," he chuckles. "Well, I'm glad you're working hard. It might be difficult, and the boss may be a bitch, and the pay lower than it should be..."

"But?"

He smiles. "But... if it makes you happy, then I'll support you."

"God, I think you're halfway to fixing my daddy issues already," you grin. You look up at him, noticing his long hair was styled, and a leather jacket adorning him. Typically when he was in the apartment he'd simply lounge around with uncombed curls and glasses, one of his baggy white shirts revealing the tatted sleeves you loved. "Hey, what're you all dressed up for?"

"Oh? This? I've got a date tonight," he shrugs, eyes back up on the TV.

"Oh," was all you could manage to say. He had said it so bluntly like it wasn't a big deal. Well, it wasn't. He was your roommate. Why should you care whether or not he's got a date? It's not like you had feelings for him or anything. That would be ridiculous. It would only complicate things.

Jungkook was your friend. He let you move in with him and comforted you in your time of need. Sure, you guys flirted a lot, and there was a lot of physical affection, from combing through each other's hair, cuddling on the couch during movie night, or tight hugs on especially rough days. But none of those meant that he liked you. Maybe you just kept thinking back to the air of mutual attraction, the first night you met. Maybe you had lulled yourself in a false sense of comfort, thinking of him as a boyfriend.

But he wasn't. You guys didn't kiss. You guys didn't have sex. You guys didn't even say anything about liking one another. For all you knew, he saw you as a sister at this point. The two of you knew each other like the back of your hand at this point.

Besides, the worst thing you could do was fall for your roommate.

Not an option.

Still, there was a feeling in the pit of your stomach that made you squirm in discomfort. You felt... unsettled, by the thought of Jungkook with another girl.

Was she pretty? Was she like you? Or was she more like him? Was she covered in tattoos and a cute septum piercing to go along with it? Did she have brightly colored hair and like punk rock? Yeah, you could picture Jungkook with a girl like that. They'd make an aesthetically pleasing couple.

"So, tell me about her," you say, realizing the two of you had been silent since you got lost in thought.

He shrugged again. "Not much to say. She's nice. She's been visiting my shop a lot recently. She's got some old guitar that she refuses to let go of, so she visits me for repairs. She visits so often I started to think she was breaking it on purpose. Eventually, she asked for my number and... well, now I've got a date."

"Cool," you nod. "What time do you have to leave?"

"I'll probably leave to pick her up in about 15 minutes," Jungkook says, looking down at his phone. "Actually... I think I have to leave now. I lost track of time."

You raise your head to let him up, and he checks himself once more in the reflection of the microwave in the kitchen. You chuckle, walking up to him and straightening out his clothes, fixing his hair a bit.

"There we go, now you look... maybe presentable," you smile.

He laughs a bit at that, ruffling your hair. "I promise we can have movie night tomorrow. If not, you can pick. We can even watch that god awful Fifty Shades movie you've been bugging me to watch."

"It's for the irony! We'll be watching it to make fun of it!" you exclaim, part of your usual banter about the series.

"Uh-huh. Just don't get horny based on that garbage, or I'll have half the mind to kick you out," he jokes. He grabs the key to his motorcycle and grabs the extra hot pink helmet- the one the two of you had picked out together once you started riding with him. "Don't bother staying up for me, ok? You need your beauty sleep."

"Is that your way of saying I'm ugly?" you say, quirking a brow in a comical manner.

"Absolutely hideous," he grins, kissing the top of your forehead. "Sweet dreams, princess."

He shut the door behind him, and you felt your heart sink in your chest.

Maybe you did feel something for Jungkook.

She wasn't exactly what you were expecting.

To be fair though, there was no way for you to expect waking up to a nude woman in your kitchen.

Typically you would've ignored Jungkook's suggestion for you to go to sleep, instead opting to head to bed once he left. You had been completely wiped from the workday, and could barely keep your eyes open. Maybe your body simply had pity on you, choosing to put you in REM sleep before you had to hear the two of them having sex.

Maybe you thought Jungkook was the type to do it at the girl's place. Maybe you thought he was the type to kick the girl out as soon as the deed was done. However, he was neither.

You had woken up to go to the kitchen, prepared to make your morning cereal when you heard the sizzling of bacon on a pan. Ah, Jungkook must be making breakfast. No doubt he's burned it again by now- something about not liking the bacon to be too fatty. The two of you really knew it was because he couldn't cook anything other than ramen.

"Jungkook, are you- oh shit!"

Instead of your edgy roommate, you were greeted by a woman wearing nothing but an apron. Literally nothing. She had been turned away from you, and you had gotten a full view of her ass and sideboob through the apron.

Out of instinct, you cover your eyes, hearing her shriek.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't know someone else lived here. You're not his girlfriend, are you? He told me he was single!"

"What? No, no! I'm his roommate, Y/N," you say, slowly peaking through your fingers. She was facing you now, and though she couldn't change at that moment, the apron covered up everything. You let out a sigh, lowering your hands.

"Oh, well nice to meet you, Y/N!" She smiled brightly, offering an awkward hand. "I didn't know Jungkook had a female roommate."

You shake her hand, quirking a brow. "You didn't see all the shoes by the door?"

"I was a bit... preoccupied, so to say," she chuckled awkwardly. "I'm Solji."

"Nice to meet you, um, Solji," you say. "You're Jungkook's date from last night, right?"

"Yeah." Solji tucks a piece of her hair behind her ear, and at that moment you completely get it. She's pretty in that natural kind of way. The kind of pretty that looks gorgeous without makeup, but would probably look good either way. Anything she did could be done with grace.

Jungkook walks into the kitchen in only a t-shirt and briefs. "What was that scream about- oh."

"Hi, Jungkook." Solji's voice is breathy, as though even seeing Jungkook again made her dizzy. You knew that feeling all too well. "I-I'm sorry. You were asleep and I couldn't bear to wake you up, but I thought it'd be rude to leave, so I thought I'd make breakfast! And then your roommate..."

"Y/N," you help, noticing she had forgotten your name already.

"Y/N! Right, sorry." She smiles apologetically. "And then Y/N walked in..."

"We're good now though, I think we were both just startled," you say. You look between the two awkwardly, an air of silence hanging over the three of you. "I, um, need to... pee."

You exit the situation as quickly as you could, holing yourself up in your room for the majority of the day. It isn't until later that day, when you lounge in the kitchen, stuffing your face with pop tarts after doing your best to avoid social interaction that you see Jungkook.

"Hey, Kook," you say, wiping the crumbs off your face. You probably looked like a mess right now, from lounging in your sweats. You couldn't care less, though. You were starving, and Jungkook had seen you worse. "Where's Solji?"

"Hm? Oh, she left."

"She left? But she seemed so happy to be here."

"Well, then I guess a more blunt way to put it is that I kicked her out," Jungkook shrugged.

You're stunned by his clarification.

As though sensing your shock or judgment, Jungkook quickly changes the topic. "So, movie night tonight? Since we missed it last night? I can make the ramen."

"I... yeah. Let's do it."

He grinned. "Great! I'll get alcohol too, and we can take a shot every time they say some cringy dirty talk."

You rolled your eyes, unable to hold back the smile that tugged at your lips. "You really want to destroy my liver, don't you?"

The two of you didn't speak of Solji again.

You still hug on tightly to Jungkook's waist as he rolls up to your parents' mansion, clinging even after his motorcycle comes to a complete halt.

"You know, I'm pretty sure your waist is smaller than mine," you note, finally loosening your grip. You had seen Jungkook shirtless plenty of times- the man child had a tendency to prance around the apartment half-naked. Still, his abs were rock hard- and you felt so squishy in comparison.

"That's just because I work out, baby," he chuckles, taking off his helmet and giving his locks a dramatic swoosh of freedom. He grins boyishly at you, helping you take your helmet off as well. "It wouldn't kill you to get out of the apartment for something other than work, you know."

"Excuse you! I work out plenty in the confines of my room," you fume.

"Sure- like those little girl weights do anything," he jokes.

"Well, I oughta-"

"Miss Y/N."

The two of you look up at the front door, the butler looking at you with that usual scornful expression of his. He glowers at you and your fake boyfriend, giving a sneer. You'd figure after all these years the man would show a little warmth towards you- but then you remembered it was your parents who were paying him, not you.

"I do believe your parents are expecting you and your... boyfriend, miss," he says, eyes scanning over Jungkook with clear disdain.

Jungkook only grins in response, putting the helmets up and helping you hop off, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. "Lead the way, chump."

The butler scoffs at that, turning on his heel to follow Jungkook's orders as the younger man giggles. One of Jungkook's favorite hobbies, as it turns out, was pissing off rich people. Must be the socialist in him.

"Chump?" you question, raising a brow. "What century are you from?"

"Oh, don't say that. Besides, I highly doubt I would've been let in if I had called him a cuck."

"I'm surprised we even got this far."

Jungkook, determined to help you piss off your parents, had decided to wear a plain black t-shirt that revealed as many tattoos as possible, as well as chains and hoop earrings. His jeans were ripped, his sneakers were scuffed, and he was the most handsome man to walk the earth.

Your parents had insisted that you finally visit them. You had never been away from home for this long, and they had suspected you'd be on your knees groveling by the first week. Still, you held your own and seemed to be doing well for yourself. So naturally, they had to see the boy who agreed to take you in, who they were sure would break your heart by this point. Perhaps they'd beg for you back while they were at it.

They didn't do that, however, instead greeting you with a hug.

"Darling," your mother says, giving you that familiar tight embrace that left you unable to breathe. "We've missed you."

"Missed you too," you grunt. "How have you two been?"

"Fine, fine, the usual," she says. Her eyes glance over the two of you, and Jungkook quickly locks his hand with yours, fingers interlocked as he gives a tight squeeze of support. "And... you two?"

"Thriving," Jungkook interjects. "She really takes care of me. I don't know how I got along without her."

"I don't do much- he's the one who usually stays up to make sure I'm home safe, as well as help me with the dishes... Or at least tries." The two of you exchange a small smile at that.

"I see..." Your mother's mouth goes small, and at that moment you have a hard time reading her. Or maybe she was having a hard time reading you. Maybe she could sense something was off. That the two of you weren't real.

Your heart started racing in your chest, and you silently prayed to yourself that she wouldn't be able to see through your ruse.

Before you could overthink further, however, she smiled. "Lunch, then?"

Your father claps his hands in delight. "Dear, you'll be glad to know we have your favorite! We had the cooks make it especially for you."

The four of you walk to the dining room to eat, and Jungkook leans in. "Wait, what's your favorite?"

"It's literally just spaghetti."

Surprisingly, lunch went better than expected. Your parents asked you and Jungkook exactly how you two came to be, and you had your story under lock. Most of it was the truth- you had reunited at the Senator's party and gotten to know each other through becoming friends. Eventually, the two of you began to form feelings, dating a bit before you decided to leave your parents and move in with him. You explained a lot about the living arrangements between you two, aside from the fact you two were just roommates. You'd explain small things like movie night and how you'd leave your shoes by the door, or how he'd burn anything that wasn't ramen and how he'd wait for you to get home every night without fail.

Before you knew it the lunch was over and you had to leave. Jungkook was getting the motorcycle started, making sure everything was in order while you hung back to speak to your parents at the front door.

"So..." You trailed off, unable to start.

"So?" Your mother looked at you quizzically. "Dear, remember what I told you about finishing everything you start. That includes sentences."

You take a deep breath. "So you're not going to insist I move out of Jungkook's apartment?"

Your parents exchanged looks before turning back to you.

"That was our original plan, however," your father sighs, "it appears that this isn't a situation we can put in our own hands. We'll let you two stay together."

You furrow your brows, confused. "Wait, what? You're letting me stay with him?"

"Of course, darling. We know you may think of us as evil capitalists, or whatever the liberals try to convince you of-"

"Father."

"-but we aren't evil enough to stand in the way of love."

"...Love?"

"Yes, love," your mother sighs. "We were prepared to demand you move out the moment you got to the door, but you look at that boy the same way I look at your father, and the way he looks at me. I suppose you reminded me of how we were in the old days."

"Besides, you do seem very comfortable with the boy. More sure of yourself. Perhaps it is beneficial for you to be living away from your parents- after all, we won't be here forever," your father says.

"Don't say that," you say, frowning.

"It's true, dear. Not that we want it to happen any time soon, or to be morbid, but we're simply glad there's going to be someone to take care of you after we're gone." Your mother looks back to Jungkook, who is now looking at the three of you with curiosity. "He might not be the most dignified boy, despite the fact that he comes from such a prestigious family. However, he loves you, I can say that much. I don't think he'll break your heart any time soon."

"If he does though, I'll kill him," your father threatens.

"You won't be killing anyone," you assure him. "Jungkook treats me well."

"That's all we ask." Your mother gives you a kiss on the forehead. "Love like that can't be faked, my dear. Who are we to step in the way?"

You give the two of them a tight hug, tears springing in the corners of your eyes. You wipe them away quickly before looking back at Jungkook, who was still waiting for you patiently. "Well... I should get going."

"Remember we love you."

"Love you, too."

You put down the hot pink helmet, silent. You and Jungkook had just arrived back at the apartment, and neither of you had said a word about your parents.

"So..." Jungkook trails off. "What'd your parents say? Right before we left? It seemed pretty serious."

You were silent as Jungkook continued.

"Let me guess- 'You can't go out with that boy! He's a good for nothing, disgrace-'"

"They said they liked you- us." You cut his impression short. "They said love like ours couldn't be faked. They're letting me continue to live with you."

"...Oh." Jungkook clearly didn't know how to respond to that. He was stunned, a deer in the headlights.

The two of you are silent, awkwardness hanging between you two.

"Ridiculous, isn't it?" you say with a nervous chuckle.

Please say it isn't.

"Yeah, totally," Jungkook laughed along, his smile matching yours. "Must mean we did a good job of faking it, huh?"

I wasn't faking it.

"Maybe we should go into acting," you smiled. "Prepared to have me live with you forever?"

"Always, princess," he grins, ruffling your hair. "You know I can't have a moment go by without you by my side."

"If only my parents could've heard that."

"Yeah," he chuckled. "Love like that can't be faked- little do they know."

"Yeah." You wave it off with a laugh, putting an end to the awkward discussion.

Little do they know.

Tonight was the night you were finally going to see Jungkook's band, Obsidian Chaos, perform.

Sure, he had many other performances, but you were never able to make them because of work. Your boss, however, seemed to have an extreme case of the swine flu, and therefore was unable to perform her duties. Code: Day off.

So here you were, in a bar that would have any other girl of your social standing shriek in horror. Everyone here looked something like a freak show in a conservative's book, and the place reeked of weed and liquor. You were living for it.

You were singing along to one of the band's newest songs. You knew the words already, having listened to the songs on repeat using your Spotify Premium.

Jungkook looked good on stage- his skin shiny with sweat as he poured his heart out into the songs. He was really revving it up on the guitar, the bassist and drummer both keeping up in stride. They were truly something special, and you found yourself glad that they were a bit more underground. It made you feel like you could keep them to yourself.

It wasn't until they finished you were able to meet the bandmates.

You had never met them before, as they were always practicing in the drummer's garage. They didn't have much need to go to Jungkook's apartment.

They were similar to him, though, also dressed in dark clothing with piercings and tattoos. Equally as hot, in your opinion.

The drummer greets you. "So you're the girl our precious guitarist is going on about!" He picks you up and gives you a hug, twirling as he did so. "I'm the drummer, Jimin!"

"Hey, Jimin!" You didn't even mind how affectionate the guy was, as it didn't seem perverted in the slightest. Perverted hugs were something you had to get used to at a young age, sadly. You shuddered to think back to your father's friends who would give you tight, lingering hugs at 14, all in hopes to feel your developing breasts against their chests.

"Ignore him, he always acts like a puppy whenever there's a pretty girl," the bassist says, extending his hand for you to shake. You did. "I'm Yoongi, the bassist. If I had known Jungkook's roommate was so gorgeous, I would've smoked some of his weed a long time ago."

"I could've just brought it to you, dude," Jungkook says, rolling his eyes.

"I don't trust your shit, man."

"You guys were great up there," you compliment, grinning. "I seriously think Obsidian Chaos is my most played artist on Spotify. The name's pretty neat too- both pretentious and edgy."

"Well, thank you. Jungkook here wanted our name to be ReBex- but luckily seniority rules. We've got a new album coming up soon- Jungkook's gotten a lot of inspiration to write, as of late," Yoongi says. "I wouldn't have thought a girl like you would be into our music, though."

"What's that supposed to mean?" you say teasingly, feigning offense.

"You don't exactly fit in here, sweetheart. You stand out," he chuckles.

"How could she not, though? She's hot!" Jimin exclaims.

"So I'd blend in a bit more in something like this?" You yank Yoongi's beanie off, messing up your hair before sliding it on. You pose in it, wiggling your brows as though to get under Yoongi's skin. "I think I look better in this than you do."

"I agree," Jimin says, smiling.

Yoongi only smirks at that. "I agree too- but I think you'd look better in nothing at all, personally."

"Is that so?"

"Hey hey hey!" Jungkook jumps in before the sexual tension can jump further. "Rule number four! I'm adding this now- no fucking the members of Obsidian Chaos!"

"Wouldn't that include you too?" Jimin questions.

Jungkook thinks for a moment. "Revision! No fucking my bandmates."

You all laugh at that.

Jungkook wasn't sure what was keeping you so late.

Today you were supposed to be out clubbing with a few of your friends. You definitely deserved a night of fun, and seeing as you weren't lounging around a mansion anymore, your preppy friends hardly got to see you. Jungkook told you he thought it was a good idea for you to be dragged out, and despite the fact he wished he could've come with you- just to keep an eye on you, of course- he had to tend to the shop and write songs with Obsidian Chaos.

Still, this was a ridiculous hour. He had gotten used to staying up this late for you- your job was an abhorrent one, in his opinion. No one should have to stay at work for that long.

The only thing that was keeping him awake was the worry that wracked his brain. Even he didn't club this late- and he had been to quite a number of clubs.

His heavy lids stayed pried open as he wondered where you were. Were you all right? Was everything ok?

What if you were hurt?

What if you had gotten into an accident on the way there? Or the way back home?

What if some creep roofied you? What if your friends had left you at the club?

He shook his head, running his hands through his hair. No, he had to stay optimistic. You were a grown woman, you could care for yourself.

Right?

He began biting his nails as he read his messages to you, asking when you were coming home. It was a nervous habit he had picked up as a kid. He couldn't believe he was regressing back to these habits, yet, here he was.

He huffed, grabbing a jacket, on his way to the club, when suddenly he heard the rattle of the doorknob.

You burst through the door.

With someone else.

The stranger was all over you, his hands roaming up and down your skimpy dress. You awkwardly kicked the door shut, your eyes firmly shut and mouth pressed against his. You moaned when he pinned you against the door, your wrists trapped in his large hands as his mouth began to travel to the nape of your neck, leaving marks in his wake.

Jungkook was frozen, immobile as he watched you hook your leg around the stranger, drawing him closer, pressing his body impossibly closer to your own. The stranger let out a husky growl that had you shuddering beneath him.

There was something oddly familiar about the stranger, though Jungkook knew he had never seen him before in his life. Maybe it was the tattoos that peaked out from beneath the sleeves of his leather jacket. Maybe it was the combat boots or the multiple ear piercings, or even his shaggy hair.

Jungkook couldn't help but realize the man's alternative style was eerily familiar to his own.

It was at that moment you finally opened your eyes from the pure bliss, only to come face to face with Jungkook.

You gasped in surprise, quickly pushing against the stranger's shoulders to pry him off you. "Taehyung," you said in a serious tone, though you sounded breathless.

The man grunted, confused as to why you wanted to stop. He got off of you, turning around to lock eyes with Jungkook.

"Oh, sorry man, didn't see you there," Taehyung chuckled. "Was occupied, you know?"

Jungkook finally found the words to speak, though his mouth felt dry. It felt as though his tongue were too big. "I- yeah, no worries, dude. I'll leave you two to it."

"I- Jungkook," you said.

"Shit, is she your girl?" Taehyung questioned.

"No, my roommate," Jungkook answered. "I was just waiting for her to get home- make sure she's safe and all."

"So you wouldn't mind if we...?"

"Just, um, keep it down. I'll be heading to bed."

"Sweet, bro," Taehyung grinned, turning back to you, leaning in to give you a kiss.

Jungkook finally unfroze, quick to turn on his heel and retreat to his room. He could go to bed now, seeing that you were home safe and sound. He should have no problem falling asleep, what with the anxiety and worry no longer plaguing him.

Despite this, however, as well as the soundproof headphones he had on his ears, he wasn't able to get a wink of sleep.

It was probably apparent the following morning. He had bags under his eyes and kept looking as though he'd faceplant into his cereal.

"You look like shit this morning," you remarked, reaching over to tousle his hair.

Jungkook noted that your new boyfriend was nowhere to be found. You seemed well put together. Your hair was pulled up in a bun instead of the bed head he had been expecting, and you wore the same pajamas as always. Maybe it was the post-sex glow that made you seem so lively.

"Don't worry about me," he yawned, stirring his spoon around in the cereal. He usually loved Lucky Charms, but he found his appetite... absent. Addressing the elephant in the room, he sighs. "So, where's your boyfriend?"

"Boyfriend?" You looked at him quizzically before a look of realization painted your features. "Oh! You mean Taehyung?"

"That's the fucker."

"I kicked him out once you went to bed," you shrug.

"Huh?"

"We... Well, we didn't do anything. I wasn't in the mood to have sex last night, I guess," you clarified.

"I... um..." Jungkook didn't know what to say.

"Yeah, so... sorry if you put on those bulky headphones of yours. Knowing you, you just played Waterparks at full blast in an attempt to block out noises that weren't being made," you chuckled nervously.

"You didn't have to kick him out on my account," Jungkook said, scratching the back of his neck. "It's still a bit before 3. It's not against the roommate agreement."

"No, no, don't worry. I wanted to," you said, offering a weak smile. "I was just... tired."

"You sure? I mean it- you don't have to stay abstinent on my account. I've brought someone home before. It'd be hypocritical of me being upset with you doing the same."

"I mean it, Jungkook, I wanted to. I just wasn't in the mood."

You seemed to be in the mood before, Jungkook thought. Had he not walked in, he had no doubt the two of you would've gotten more hot and heavy than earlier.

Jungkook felt guilty for ruining your potential hook up. "Alright, well, if that's what you wanted, my guy."

Your smile faltered a little. "No princess?"

Jungkook chuckled warmly at that, reaching forward to pull you in. "My bad, princess," he said properly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "I was just relieved that you were here and safe. I won't lie when I say I wasn't worried- I was just about to head out to look for you."

"Thank you for staying up so late for me."

"Anything for my princess."

"I'm pretty sure your father would send a SWAT team on my ass if he found out I was letting his little girl do this," Jungkook laughed, watching as you coughed after taking a hit.

"Shut-" cough "-the fuck up, Jungkook."

The two of you were sitting on his couch, smoking weed. It was the first time you had ever smoked pot with Jungkook, as the moment you got home after a long day at work, you asked whether or not you two could smoke together. Well, demanded was a more accurate term. Jungkook didn't question it though, instead giving you that same, obnoxious, amused smirk.

"Is this your first time smoking weed, baby?"

"I haven't smoked since I was 16," you say, taking another hit, letting it settle deep into your lungs before coughing numerous times. "It was only twice with some guy who thought I'd blow him if I got high enough. My first time I didn't feel anything despite four hits. The second time I took 6, but his weed was so weak I didn't feel much. Man, was he pissed."

"A guy like Wonderbread, I'm guessing?"

You laugh. "Alas, even commoners feel privileged. I'll let you know though I didn't even touch his little cheesedick."

"You just used his pot and took advantage of him, huh?"

"Oh please! That's not it at all. Either I take advantage of him than the other way around. His intentions were totally sketchy, hoping I'd become inebriated enough to fulfill the lewd fantasies he had garnered. If he was willing to waste weed on a girl, he should've left it at that. I didn't owe him anything. No matter how much shit guys give, whether it's weed or Lamborghinis, you don't owe them anything. You don't owe them love, sex, or a relationship. It's their choice whether or not they want to buy your affections, but those feelings cannot be owed. Women are not in debt to men because they fool themselves into thinking that they deserve blowjobs because they're 'nice' or 'waste shit' on the woman."

Jungkook whistled. "I sense a lot of pent up anger today. I gotta say, I never expected you to demand my stash. Wait, no, I did. But I expected it sooner."

"My boss is a bitch," you mutter. "She's great at her job, and I admire her, but God, she's a cunt."

"What'd she do?"

"She's just-" You let out a frustrated groan, taking a deep inhale from the blunt before puffing it out. "She's so condescending and demanding. She expects me to be little miss perfect and thinks I'm lazy because I'm privileged. It's like no matter how hard I work and prove myself she still can't see me as anything other than a spoiled rich brat. Every tiny mistake I make confirms it, and every big accomplishment goes ignored."

"Are you unhappy enough to quit?"

You sigh, taking another hit. You could feel it setting in now. Your limbs felt lighter, but your head a little heavier. One thing was for sure- this shit was a lot stronger than what you had at 16. "No. I love my job, and I still respect and admire her. I may complain about it a lot, but I still love it."

"You complain about me a lot, though, princess," he laughed, nudging his thigh against yours. "Does that mean you love me?"

"Well, yeah."

Jungkook tenses up at that. "You do?"

If your head wasn't as cloudy as it was now, you wouldn't have opened your trap. You felt uncaring, however, speaking freely as you took another hit. "Yeah, I do. I love you. We've lived together for months, Jungkook. You're one of the people I'm closest to. You mean the world to me."

You lean your head against his shoulder, fluttering your lids as you shut them, concentrating on his breathing. The rise and fall of his shoulders lift your head along with them, and he lets out a chuckle. His fingers comb through your hair, doting. "I love you too."

You take a hit, playfully blowing some of the smoke in his face. "I'll always be your princess, right?"

He smiles again. "Didn't figure you as the affectionate stoner. Usually, you're acting like a brat, y'know."

"What can I say," you hum, nuzzling your nose into the crook of his neck, planting a small kiss there. "Pot gets my panties wet."

Jungkook freezes underneath you, and you continue, sucking lightly on the skin to leave small pink and red marks, nipping a bit. You put your blunt in a nearby ashtray and find yourself climbing into his lap, his blown-out pupils locked with your own.

You wouldn't be doing this if you were sober. But right now you were releasing every pent up frustration you had- whether it was anger towards your boss or the sexual attraction you felt to Jungkook.

Jungkook's silent, only staring at you, waiting for your next move. You place your hands on his chest, feeling how quickly his heartbeat raced. You wondered for a moment if yours was doing the same.

And then you stopped thinking.

Your hands slid up from his chest and around his neck, tangling into his long locks as you close your eyes and kiss him. He kisses you back after a few seconds reaching behind you to put out his blunt before gripping onto your thighs, tugging you closer to his body.

You two were completely intertwined, wrapped around one another like ivy, a small, intimate moment that felt so grand in the scheme of things.

And then it stopped.

Jungkook pulled back, gripping your arms to push your chest a few inches from his, ending the kiss. "We can't."

"Why not?" You weren't angry, but rather curious. Your voice didn't even show a hint of confusion, instead instantly accepting it. Maybe it was the sober part of you that knew what you two were doing shouldn't be happening.

"I just... We're roommates."

"I don't remember not hooking up being one of the rules."

"It's an unwritten rule not to sleep with your roommate, I think," Jungkook says, his cheeks turning red. It was as though he were admitting he wanted to sleep with you.

"But you flirt with me all the time and act like you want to..."

"Fuck, I do, princess, I do." Jungkook brushed your hair out of your face, looking into your eyes with as much sincerity as he could muster. "But I don't want to be like that asshole you met at 16, or Wonderbread, or any other asshole you met. I don't want you to think I had ulterior motives or I'm trying to take advantage of you in this state. For all you know I'm exactly like the asshole before but with better shit."

"But you're not, Jungkook. You respect me, I know that."

"Just trust me on this, ok? Nothing changes between us." He presses a kiss against your forehead, as though to further confirm it. "I still love you, of course. You're my roommate, after all. It makes living together a lot easier. I just don't want you to wake up and see me as another douche who saw you as nothing more than a status symbol."

Your voice is quiet, like a child who's parents were disappointed in them. "Ok."

"You did nothing wrong, Y/N."

You nod your head. "Mhm."

Jungkook sighs, gripping onto you tightly before standing up, walking you to your room. "C'mon. Let's get you to bed, princess."

Usually, when something was up between you and Jungkook, you'd resolve it quickly.

You guys had been roommates for what felt like forever, now. Of course, you had issues. Of course, you've gotten into arguments. Typically you'd resolve it quickly.

After the encounters with Solji and Taehyung you guys talked about it immediately. Even the smaller things. One time Jungkook accused you of hating a new song he was working on, and you guys argued about it then and there. Another time he had been lazy and forgot to do the dishes, and you had been in a bad mood and lashed out over the small detail. Another time you were just looking to fight for the sake of fighting, and Jungkook called you out on it, resulting in, what do you know, more fighting.

This time, however, was different.

The two of you were barely talking, mainly speaking in grunts and noncommital nods of the head. Neither of you really even used the living room anymore, simply going into the kitchen to make food and eating in isolation in your rooms.

Jungkook still waited for you to get home, though. He wouldn't greet you, however.

You two still kept up with your dishes and cooking, sometimes leaving the food for the other on the countertop.

You started lining up your shoes instead of kicking them to the side, as though to be more mindful.

Both of you hated it, though.

A week without interacting with the person you lived with? Who treated you as a best friend? Agony.

Jungkook was the one who acted on it.

He knocked on your door before opening it. "We need to talk."

Clearly he had just gotten back from hanging out with his bandmates, what with the slight sheen of sweat on his forehead and his locks looking particularly unruly. He hadn't even bothered taking off his leather jacket. You could only guess that he marched directly from the front door to your room. It was such a stark contrast from you, who was only wearing pajama shorts and a tank top.

"Why?" You felt shame and embarrassment, your cheeks burning red. Every time you looked at him you could only think of when he pushed you away. When you had made a fool of yourself and climbed all over him. When you made him uncomfortable and overstepped your boundaries. When you ruined everything.

"You know why." It was clear Jungkook was in a confrontational, no-nonsense mood now, having finally mustered up the courage to face this head-on. "We need to talk about that night."

"We were high-"

"No, it was more than that. Otherwise, we wouldn't be in this... this funk."

You could feel tears springing up in your eyes. "Yeah? So?"

"What do you mean so?"

"I mean so?" You let out an exasperated sigh, still unable to meet his eye. "Who cares?"

"I care!"

"I don't want to have this conversation."

"Well, I do." He kicked the door behind him, crossing his arms. "Why're you acting so weird?"

"What? I'm not the only one acting weird, you know. It's a two-way street," you seethe.

"I've been making attempts! I have," he insisted. "I tried talking to you just yesterday in the kitchen when you were washing dishes. You just ran away to hole yourself up in your room. We need to move past this."

"I'm sorry, ok!" You fume, crying out the words. "Is that what you wanted to hear?"

"Sorry for avoiding me?"

"Yes- No-" You bury your face in your hands. "I'm just... I'm embarrassed, ok? You wouldn't understand."

"You're embarrassed because of that night? Because- what, it's me?" Jungkook tilted his head, as though wanting you to meet his eye. "Any other guy and you wouldn't be acting this way."

"Yes, partially because it's you. You said nothing would change between us but clearly it has," you sighed. "I fucked everything up, Jungkook."

"No, you didn't. I told you that you didn't do anything wrong."

"But I did! You respected me at least, and stopped it from going further because you knew that I wasn't in the right mindset or wasn't capable- I don't know, but the point is that you put in my feelings and thoughts for if I'd be sober and such, especially with that big monologue I had given. But..."

"But what? I don't get it. Did I do something wrong?"

"No, you didn't. I'm glad you respected me. But I didn't respect you." You wiped at your eyes, frustrated with yourself. "You were also smoking that night. Yet you thought of me and if I was in the right headspace to consent or think about things, but I didn't think about you. I of all people should've been able to realize that."

"Oh." Jungkook seemed stunned, as though that wasn't the answer he was expecting. "Y/N, it's ok. I've got a lot more resistance than you do, and I'm a lot bigger. I wasn't nearly as affected as you were."

"It still doesn't take away the embarrassment of climbing all over you. I feel stupid," you huffed.

"You're not stupid-" Jungkook stood in front of you and reached out, only to have his hand slapped away.

"Shut up," you hissed. "You're not the one who made a fool of themself."

"Don't lash out at me, princess. You didn't come off as stupid or anything else- you're just overthinking as always."

"As always?!" you mimic. "You're full of it, you know that? God, I hate you sometimes."

You try to push at his chest out of annoyance, but it grabs your hand, keeping it there. "Say that again, I dare you," he growled.

You gulped, able to feel the deep vibrations against the palm of your hand.

You were quiet, whimpering as he towered over you, with you still sitting on the bed and him standing before you. Your eyes lock with his, finally, his hard glare making you cave in on yourself, all of the rage dying within you, leaving something else in its wake. Sensing your submission and the shift in the air, Jungkook only lets out a dark chuckle, leaning in.

You lean back, falling onto the bed as he climbs over you, one leg between your own. You brace yourself, feeling your muscles get tight as he hovers over you, not touching you. You feel the anticipation build as his nose grazes the side of your neck, similarly to how you did that night. His scent overwhelmed you, despite the fact you should've gone nose blind to it after all this time. Still, his cologne and natural scent overpowered you, enveloping you completely.

"You know, I'm getting real tired of your attitude, little girl."

You stiffen at that, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.

"Have you had any alcohol, or smoked anything, or taken anything that might affect your senses?"

"Huh? No?"

"Do you want me to touch you, princess?"

"I..."

"Be a big girl and tell me what you want, baby."

Baby. Princess. Little girl. All names he had called you before, but tonight they hit differently.

"Yes."

"Do you want me?"

"Jungkook..."

"I want to hear you say it, Y/N."

You took in a deep breath. "I want you, Jungkook."

He smirked at that. "That's a good girl."

Before you had time to process anything, he was positioning you where you were lying on your stomach beneath him, with his knees on either side of you as he straddled the backs of your thighs.

"Jungkook-"

He yanked down your shorts, exposing your panties before giving a sharp spank to your ass.

"You know, it's really unfair that I call you so many pet names and don't have a special one of my own," he says, his voice hot in your ear. "Don't you think so, princess?"

You shuddered beneath him. "Yes."

"Yes, what?" Another spank.

You groaned at the sensation, burying your face into the mattress as you muttered the words.

He pulled your hair, lifting your head so you couldn't hide your face. "What was that? I don't think I heard you. What did I say about using your big girl words?" There was a rain of spanks with those last few words. You could feel your ass start to warm up now.

"Yes, Daddy," you said, biting on your lip from the pain of the slaps. The pure irony of the daddy kink being used, no doubt because of your daddy issues. Your revenge against your parents using Jungkook had finally come full circle.

Jungkook grinned, giving you two more slaps, this time as a reward. "Now was that so hard?"

You feel his fingers go down to the wet spot on your panties, now sticking to your folds, evident from your arousal. You shook your head, gripping the sheets. "No, Daddy."

"Mm, I think my princess liked her spanking," Jungkook hummed, twirling the pads of his digits around your clit, watching you squirm beneath him. "Did you like being put in your place for being such a brat?"

"Fffffucckkk." You couldn't think straight, your hips raising from the bed to buck at his hand, needing more friction.

"Such language, princess." He gives a quick swat to your pussy, watching you twitch and yelp in surprise. "I would've thought a little rich girl like you was taught to avoid such language."

Jungkook was generous as always, giving you what you needed as he continued to pet your folds and rub your clit. He seemed to know exactly how to touch you, drawing small circles as he admired how you squirmed and panted into the sheets. You'd wiggle beneath him, your skin still red from his earlier ministrations.

"I-I'm gonna-" You bit into the sheets. You've never cum this fast with anyone before, and over such a small thing. Jungkook was just rubbing you over your panties and you were losing it. You'd never live this down.

"Oh? Gonna cum in your panties like the disgusting little girl you are?" Jungkook let out a dark, sinister chuckle, leaning down so his lips could be felt at the shell of your ear. "Go ahead and cum, dirty girl."

You felt yourself come undone, thighs shaking as you moaned into the sheets, knuckles turning white from how hard you were gripping them. Jungkook rubbed you through it, letting you see the orgasm until its end.

You panted as he flipped you onto your back, petting your hair as you came down from your high. He pressed his hand against your cheek, letting you feel the cool metal of his rings against your hot skin. "How're you doing, baby?"

"I-I'm good," you murmur, eyes drooping and fluttering. "Thank you, Daddy." You turn your head to the side, capturing his thumb in your mouth, sucking on it lightly as you twirled your thumb around it, tasting the metal against your buds.

"Fuck," Jungkook groaned. "You're gonna be the death of me."

Slipping his hand away, he pulls your clothes off, one by one, until you were completely bare beneath him. Your panties are the last to go.

"I think you've ruined these," he chuckles, pulling on the waistband of your underwear to let it snap back against you. "Now it's your turn."

You don't bother covering up, comfortable with him and in your own body. Jungkook grins, leaving a trail of kisses down your chest as he descends further down.

He spreads your legs, arriving at his destination. You let your fingers gravitate to his silky hair, tugging to bring him closer to your goal. He chuckles at the action, answering your request as he lets his mouth finally meet your folds, laving his tongue over the area to help you relax.

You gasp at the feeling, arching as he gets quick to work spreading you open with two fingers so he could have easier access to the area. Your thighs twitch as his tongue finally brushes against your clit, and upon noticing how sensitive you still were, he runs his tongue over it, again and again, a smile evident as you let your thighs tense with every movement.

It wasn't until his lips finally suctioned around it that you felt his finger slip into your entrance as well. It was easy, no friction necessary from your copious arousal, and the feeling overwhelmed you. He crooked his finger up as he pumped into you, finding the bundle of nerves with ease as you found it harder and harder to contain your moans. Before long he had to insert another finger, scissoring the digits to stretch you out.

"So fucking tight," he panted, breathless as he continued to place sloppy kisses against you, rubbing your g-spot in an effort to see you squirm. "Gotta stretch you out to take me. You're so small, I'll probably break you."

"I want you to break me," you reply immediately. "Please, please, please, Daddy!"

Jungkook let out a smirk at that. "Seems like that bitchy attitude is finally replaced with manners. Since you asked so nicely..."

His mouth returns to your cunt, french kissing and sucking harshly on your clit has his hand hammers into you, rough and sloppy thrusts helping catapult you towards your high. Before long your eyes were rolling back, hips rising into the air as you feel your high overpower you, and you were cumming against Jungkook's tongue.

He eased his ministrations, slipping his fingers out despite your whine at being empty. He let his tongue run over your folds, soothing them before he came up for air, lips meeting yours with a sloppy kiss. You realized the two of you hadn't kissed at all since this whole ordeal, and you pulled him closer between your legs, pulling him closer as you let your tongues dance together.

He breaks away again, but keeps his forehead against yours, as though to assure you he doesn't intend on ending it just yet. "How're you holding up, baby?"

"Mm good," you hum, still high on bliss. You reached down to his crotch, palming it, pleased to feel the stiffness beneath the material of his pants. "Want Daddy's cock."

"How can I say no to that? You just can't get enough, can you? C'mon then, take me out so I can get inside that dirty cunt."

You do as you're told, finally able to get his cock free as you hook the waistband of both his pants and boxers around his thighs. As you do so he takes off his leather jacket, tossing it to the corner of the room.

He pumps himself, jerking off into his hand as you watch. He was about as big as you expected- then again you always fantasized about Jungkook having a big cock. One by one he was fulfilling all of your fantasies, and creating even more.

He pressed the head of his cock against your pussy, rubbing up and down the slit for lubrication. You ogled his size, wondering how much the stretch of his girth would burn. As though reading your mind, or just the expressions on your face, Jungkook stops. "Are you sure you want me in this messy cunt of yours, baby?" he questions. "We can wait. I can eat you out some more if you want."

"No, I need you inside me," you immediately respond.

He can't help but grin at that, cooing at you with a condescending, sickly sweet voice. "No please? So demanding. Spoiled little princess, used to getting what she wants." He pushes inside of you inch by inch, and you hiss at the stretch, loving the slight burn.

When he bottoms out inside of you your foreheads are pressed together, hot and sweaty, but oddly intimate. A single tear runs down your cheek, and he reaches up to wipe it away, cradling your cheek.

"Look at me, Y/N."

You do so, eyes locking with his. "I'm ok," you confirm before he can ask. You were able to read his expressions as easily as he could read yours. "Move, please."

He nods, doing so, starting a slow rhythmic pace as he pumps into you. You groan at the feeling. You couldn't remember the last time you had been intimate with someone, especially someone who fills you up so completely, unable to even avoid the sensitive parts within you.

Soon Jungkook was picking up the pace, the thrusts becoming harder and quicker, more precise as he lifted himself up onto his arms to look at you, admiring how your eyes would roll back every now and then. He reached between you two, spreading your lips apart with two fingers to properly look at how well you were taking him.

"Fuck, you're just sucking me in baby," he hissed, doing his best to compose himself. "This pussy was made for me, wasn't it? No one else."

You moaned at that, biting your lip. "D-Daddy..."

"That's right- Daddy. This pussy was made for Daddy, all for him," Jungkook went on, now beginning to rub your clit with your thumb, feeling you clenching down on him with his words."Remember that. Who am I again?"

"My Daddy."

"That's right. Yours. Who's the only person who can fuck you this way?"

"You. Fuck, Daddy, I'm gonna cum. Let me cum for you?"

"Good girl. And who are you going to cum for?"

"You Da-Daddy- ffffffuck-"

"That's right, cum for me. Give me one more, I know you can. Be a good little girl and cream on my cock. Get me as nice and messy as your dirty little cunt."

Your eyes rolled back as your third orgasm shook through you, more powerful than the first two. Droplets of cum sprayed out, getting all over both you and Jungkook. You moaned, shaking as Jungkook groaned in satisfaction.

"Fuck, you just squirted everywhere," Jungkook said, his thrusts getting sloppy. "You're so perfect."

"Cum in me, Daddy. Use me," you asked, looking up at him with pleading eyes. "Use my body."

"Shit, shit, shit-" Jungkook grabbed your wrists, roughly pinning them to either side of you as he thrust into you like a mad man, using your body to jerk off before finally, he was erupting inside of you, filling you to the brim as he bottomed out inside of you. He panted, hands squeezing your little wrists like a vice. You were positive there would be bruises by the morning.

Soon he collapsed on top of you, sweaty and out of breath. He rolled over, chest heaving as he stared at you, grabbing you and tugging you close so he could bury his face in the juncture of your neck, acting as the big spoon as you two cuddled.

You slowly regained your breath, reaching back to comb through his hair.

"Just stay like this for a minute," he said, eyes closed and voice soft, a stark contrast to his dominating demeanor before. "Let me just hold you for a few minutes and then we can go take a bath, ok? I'll take care of you."

You let him do exactly that.

The morning after didn't feel as awkward as you had expected, Instead of the uncomfortable air that had been left after the two of you made out, it was oddly comfortable. Not the kind of comfortable that was there before, with you two bickering and joking with each other, but rather a far more affectionate one.

The two of you had been waiting for months to be able to touch each other how you wanted, and now you had the opportunity. You weren't able to keep your hands off of Jungkook, and not even in a sexual way. You'd let your hands roam freely over his body, whether it was combing through his fluffy hair or feeling the broad expanse of his chest, and the hard muscles beneath his band tees.

Jungkook wasn't much better. You'd be doing as simple as making yourself a bowl of ramen and he'd press up behind you, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in your hair, breathing in your scent. It was like nothing was between you anymore, and it felt so right. Jungkook was your best friend, your roommate. The man you had lusted and pined after for what felt like forever. He just got you.

Or that's what you thought at least.

The two of you were watching a movie again, as always, but instead of the casual arm draped around your shoulders you two were completely intertwined, ignoring the movie as you two shared small, slow kisses. You let yourself melt in the moment, the taste of him addictive.

He gives you that look that you love, the one where his gaze is deceptively soft and solely focused on you.

"You know," he says between pecks, "I meant what I said before."

"Meant what?" you smile.

"That I love you." He pushes a lock of hair behind your ear, staring at you. "I think I've been in love with you since my father's little party."

You stiffened.

In love?

That was very different from the love you had interpreted.

You plaster on a fake smile, hoping he didn't notice how you had tensed up. "Is that so?"

"Mhm," he hums, pressing a small kiss on the tip of your nose. "Did you mean it when you said you loved me?"

"I did," you tell him, burying your face into his chest to avoid looking at him, focusing on the vibrations of his chest as he hummed with delight, wrapping his arms tighter around you as he pressed his lips against the top of your head.

That night you slept in his bed, his arm wrapped tightly around your middle. You didn't get a wink of sleep that night, and the moment he rolled over to his side, you knew what to do.

When Jungkook woke up, you were gone.

You had seemingly left no traces. Your bed was neatly made, your dresser drawers were empty. It was like you didn't exist.

Jungkook was absolutely distraught. He had the shop closed down for a bit, instead choosing to lay around in the apartment you once shared, playing the same few chords on his guitar.

He was angry. He was sad. He was pissed and frustrated and miserable and confused. He felt so stupid for fucking everything up. He wondered if what you said was a lie. Was everything between you a lie? It had to be. How else could you just cast him to the side like that? Like he meant nothing to you?

In the end, it seemed you truly were just using him. He should've known any affections you had for him were just some phase. You were just indirectly lashing out at your parents and using what you knew would piss them off. He knew that since the beginning, and still let himself get fooled.

That didn't stop him from sulking, however.

It wasn't until Yoongi barged into his apartment that Jungkook was forced to do something.

"What the hell man? You've been skipping out on practices- where have you been?" Yoongi looked around, seeing the apartment a mess. Jungkook didn't look much better, sitting upside down on his couch in sweats and greasy hair, strumming on his guitar. "Jesus Christ, dude. I got you were a mess from the lyrics you've been sending me, but this takes the cake."

"What do you want, Yoongs?"

"I want you to pick your ass up and get out of this funk! I've noticed you haven't been running your shop for a little bit, and it seems clear to me that you've just been sulking around. Where's that roommate of yours? I would've thought she'd tell you to get over whatever it is you're sobbing about and do something about it."

"I don't want to talk about her," Jungkook muttered, striking a chord that had many of the notes clashing.

Yoongi winced at the sound. "I always thought that you two weren't just roommates. She always looked at you how a puppy looks at their owner- and you weren't much better."

"Well, she's gone now," Jungkook said bitterly.

"What happened?"

"She didn't love me, simple as that."

Yoongi shook his head. "That's a lie, dude. That girl was crazy about you."

"Well, that's what happened. I told her I was in love with her and the next thing I know, I wake up and she's gone."

"Maybe it was something else," Yoongi shrugged. "Then again, you knew her better than me. But you can't let some girl keep you cooped up in your apartment. Sulking isn't going to bring her back. Obsidian Chaos is going to be releasing the next album in just a month- you need to have your shit together by then. Don't tell me that you want to quit the band."

"No," Jungkook sighed. "It's just... I miss her. And I feel confused and-"

"You feel about a million emotions, my man, I know. And none of them are exactly helping to motivate you," Yoongi finished. "Do you really want her to see you in this state, though, when she comes back? If she comes back?"

"No," he admitted.

"You can't expect her to come and save you. You've got to save yourself first. She was never responsible for your happiness- remember that. Pick yourself back up and who knows, maybe she'll be waiting for you."

Jungkook did pick himself back up after that. He took a shower and opened the shop, going day by day, and though he still felt heartache and longing for you, he was able to pull himself together a bit more with each passing moment.

Obsidian Chaos released their next album, Oblivion, shortly after. Jungkook wrote most of the lyrics, and every single one was about you. Maybe it was like a siren call, trying to call you back to him. Luckily for them one of the title tracks blew up on a few websites and apps, giving them a lot of coverage and publicity. Their popularity had blown up overnight, radios constantly playing the hit song, making it impossible to escape their sound.

It was a rainy day, about a week after the release of Oblivion when there was a knock at the door. Jungkook thought it was a bit too early for him to have stalkers, but he was precautious, looking through the peephole.

To his surprise, it was you. Your hair was soaking wet, your designer clothes sticking to your skin. Your makeup seemed to be running a little.

Jungkook immediately swung the door open, shocked. You were here. You were really here.

"Hi," you said, your voice meek and small. "Can I come in?"

Jungkook stepped aside to let you in, closing the door behind him. He was speechless. There were so many things he had wanted to say to you, weeks of planning some long monologue for nothing. It felt strange seeing you in his apartment, despite the fact you had been there countless times before and lived there yourself. You seemed foreign, out of place, even though it hadn't been that long.

"Congrats on your success, by the way," you said, filling the silence. "Oblivion seems to be a big hit."

"You heard it?"

"I stayed up all night waiting for the release. Besides, your song plays everywhere I go. People love it. I couldn't escape your voice even if I wanted to."

"The song was about you."

"Yeah... I know." You wiped your wet face, taking in a deep breath.

"Y/N, what are you doing here?" Jungkook finally asked.

Your breathing was shaky. "I came to apologize. I know I don't deserve your forgiveness but... It was wrong for me to flake out like that, to leave without explanation."

"Why did you?"

You seemed unable to look him in the eye. "Every time a guy told me he loved me, that he was in love with me, it turned out to just be to use me. It was a way to get on my good side and use me for... Well, ulterior motives. When you said you loved me, I had spent so much time convincing myself that you didn't see me that way that I assumed you only meant platonically. Even if I wanted it to be in a romantic sense. When you confirmed, though, that you were in love with me, it just sparked so many memories of guys before. I was stupid. You've proven time and time again that you're honest and genuine, and that you respect me in a way those boys never could, but I couldn't handle it. I needed time away to figure my shit out. So I left and went to my parents', and I told them everything. The fake dating, the roommate situation, the job, that you were in love with me- all of it.

"My parents have been wrong about a lot of things. About what I should be, about what kind of guy would make a suitable husband, but they were right about one thing." Your eyes finally locked with his. "I was stupid to let you go, especially when I'm as head over heels over you as you are for me."

"So..." Jungkook didn't know what to say, overwhelmed with your speech. "What does this mean?"

"It means I love you too, Jungkook. I'm in love with you. I meant it when I said it back then, the same way you meant it. I took a taxi and ran over here as soon as I realized that. I've been in love with you for God knows how long, and I want to be with you, for real this time. That is... if you'll take me back."

Jungkook couldn't help but melt at that, smiling as he pulled you into a tight embrace, despite how your wet form began to dampen his clothes. "Always, princess."

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Baby number 4

Ok so here's the finished smut I was talking about, this is the full version, so if the reader insert version seems a little off it's because it's missing the intro lol I know people probably aren't going to read this version but I wrote it for me. The reader insert version should be up on my main blog soon.

I think y'all know I've been kind of obsessed with DILF!Bi-Han lately so under the cut is 6 pages about Bi-Han convincing me to have another baby. There's smut, lots of it, so hopefully, you lovelies enjoy it!

I tuck Shìxuě into his bed, pulling the sheets up over his chest knowing full well we would squirm out of them before morning. “Goodnight my little pumpkin, sleep well,” I lean over and press a kiss to my seven-year-old’s chilly forehead. The only reply I receive is a large yawn and very sleepily slurred, “night mama.” Within moments the young cryomancer is sleeping soundly, cuddled up with his stuffed polar bear. I smile softly at the scene and brush some of the hair out of his face, I adjust the covers one more time and shiver involuntarily as the temperature in the room dips. I look over toward the door where Bi-Han is leaning against the frame with an unusual look on his face, reluctantly I leave Shìxuě‘s side and making my way towards the door. “What?” I ask, pushing him out of the way and securing the door behind me, “what’s that look for.” Bi-Han crinkles his nose, “what look?” His deep voice queries, trying his best to hide the smile tugging at his lips. “The weird half-smile you’re giving me,” he doesn’t give me more time to prod as his cold, strong arms wrap around my waist and pull me close against his cold body, forcing another shiver from me. “It’s nothing, it’s just, you’re so good with our boys, especially Shìxuě, so loving, so doting, it stirs something primal in me.” He rumbles softly as his large hand carcasses my flat stomach, “it makes me want more, I want another child with you, Sol. I want to have a little girl, beautiful and delicate but strong-willed and sassy, just like her mother.” His cold lips fall to my neck as he accentuates his words with chilled kisses, making me shudder. “B-Bi-Han, we already have three children, it’s kind of a lot already, you can’t be serious about wanting a fourth,” I try and reason with him, melting into his soft touches. “The twins are 11 now and can do so much for themselves, they could even help feed and care for their baby sister and Shìxuě doesn’t need much help anymore. He sleeps the whole night through, he can feed himself, hell he even does his homework without being told. Come on Sol, let’s have another baby,” he practically purrs as his cold hands sneak under my shirt to press lightly against my stomach as he kisses his way along my jaw, making his way to my full lips. I whimper softly finding it so hard to deny Bi-Han, “b-but I’m 37 already Bàixiòng, I’m no spring chicken anymore! I-it’s not always a good idea to have a child this late in life,” I sigh loudly as sudden and unwelcome thoughts of my Mother invade my brain, I know full well she was my age when she had me. “Sol you’re in great health, you’ve always been so mindful of yourself when you’ve been pregnant in the past, you’ll be just as careful this time. What’s really bothering you qīn?” He asks, his expression falls from a happy, lustful one to one of concern and something harder to read, the look of a man who knows you better than yourself. I pull him down the hall to our room, not wanting to keep Shìxuě up, I sigh as I sit down on our bed, “my mother had me at 37, almost 38 aì rén, I’m worried that if we have another baby, especially a girl, history will repeat itself.” I bite my lip hard, trying to stifle a cry and I fight to blink back tears. Bi-Han is next to me in an instant, his strong cold arms wrapped around me, pulling me against his burly chest. “You are a wonderful mother Sol, you’re not an alcoholic, narcissistic monster like she is. You won’t raise your older children and then decide you’ve been a Mother long enough and just ignore your youngest, leaving her to raise herself,” I can hear the disgust in his words as he soothes me. “I see the way you are with our boys, how much you love and adore them, how much you dote on them. There is not a shred of that woman in you, you love others more than you love yourself, there is no way another child would be anything other than another blessing for us,” Bi-Han kisses my temple and cradles me in his strong arms, rocking me back and forth. “You sure this isn’t just a bad pick-up attempt? We are married you know, you don’t have to

come up with elaborate rouses to get into my panties,” I laugh and bury my face in between Bi-Han’s massive pecs trying to change the subject and lighten the mood. I don’t want to dwell on my Mother or the past any longer, not when I have my own wonderful little family to give me the love and support I never had. “Tch. I know that. I just want to put a baby in you, I want to hold you down and pump you full of my cum until you’re sobbing and panting for mercy,” he growls lustfully his hands moving to fondle my large breasts. “Not to mention see these bad boys get even bigger, and your belly all swollen with my kid, that’s what I want qīn. If I just wanted to fuck you, I would, I want to claim you,” his lips pull back into his trademark smirk before they descend on mine. I moan into his mouth as my fingers tangle in his hair, how could I possibly deny him when he put it like that. I titter softly against his icy lips, breaking the kiss for a moment, “fine Bi-Han, you win, let’s have a little girl.” He leans me back as his huge body clambers over mine as he pulls his shirt up and off, his muscles bulging and flexing with all of his well-muscled glory. He’s practically beaming, grinning ear to ear before he tries to regain his cool facade, “that’s my good girl,” he licks his lips in anticipation as he leans forward closing the gap between us, our lips moving in a practiced dance. I moan softly as I allow his tongue entrance into my mouth, it’s so cold against mine, but I’m used to it, even without the cold though the way Bi-Han is kissing me would make me tremble with more than just desire. I tilt my head sideways and open my mouth a bit wider as his cold tongue curls and snakes around mine, teasing and luring me into his chilled mouth as my nails rake lightly at the base of his hairline. I suck provocatively on his tongue, earning a guttural groan from the cryomancer, his large hands squeeze my hips as he lays his body flush with mine to roll his hips against my clothed sex. I lose our battle as I gasp and break the kiss, pressing my hips up against the delicious bulge in his pants, “fuck,” I whisper tugging my shirt off hastily. “I mean we kind of have to unless you know another way to make a baby qīn,” he chuckles in a low voice and I can’t help but feel arousal pooling in my lower stomach upon hearing those words. I try and reply with something witty but the words die in my mouth as he rocks his clothed cock against me again and his cold lips find my right breast, the temperature difference causing my nipple to harden and pebble immediately. I inhale sharply as his teeth graze the hard bud as he works one of his hands easily into my loose-fitting sweatpants, his sweatpants; he sucks my breast into his cold mouth causing me to arch my back. Bi-Han’s skilled fingers slip under my panties and teasingly skim over my soaked folds, I curse softly as I feel him spreading the moisture across my hot sex, it’s ridiculous how easily he can get me worked up. “Ngh, Bi-Han,” I moan softly, trying to keep my voice low as to not wake up the boys, I bite my lip as one cold digit pushes inside my hot, tight hole. “Mmm, you’re so wet already qīn, you just love the idea of me putting another baby in you don’t you? You being at my mercy, using you however I want, filling you over and over again with my seed until your tight little pussy can’t hold anymore,” he groans against my ample chest as he presses another finger inside me, he doesn’t hold back as he immediately crooks his fingers finding my sweet spot with practiced precision. “As much fun as it is to try to conceive our daughter I can’t wait to see your swollen belly, knowing it’s my baby and only mine, growing inside you,” he growls as he pumps his fingers in and out, finding a steady rhythm. I can’t help but buck up against his fingers, his words making me wetter and wetter, “of course it’s your baby, who else would knock me up,” I tease him as I tense up around him as his fingers caress my sweet spot with sweet, gentle strokes. Bi-Han pulls away from my tit as his cold

lips graze my collar bone before sinking his sharp teeth into the sensitive skin, causing me to cry out loudly as his fingers thrust harder and deeper inside me and I can feel my walls fluttering with intense desire. He groans as he laps at the angry crescent-shaped wound almost apologetically as he laps lazily at the blood trickling down my breasts. The action forces me to cling tighter to the strong cryomancer, the brief, intense pain heightening my pleasure to a level that makes it impossible to think about anything but Bi-Han and his thick fingers pumping in and out of my dripping, mess of a cunt. “F-fuck, P-polar Bear,” I curse quietly as my desire continues to mount as more delicious heat pools in my core as the cryomancer switches back to curling his fingers inside me, stroking my sweet spot again with firm, rapid movements. He smirks at me and suddenly ceases his movements, “oh I don’t know, maybe you know some hot dilfs from the PTA you’re seeing on the side or something.” The cryomancer pulls his fingers from my aching pussy and holds them up for me to see, “but I doubt it, not with how wet you are for me,” he slowly brings each digit to his mouth, licking them clean with a satisfying smack of his lips. I flush deeply and let out a low whine, “fuuuuuck, come on Bi-Han, stop teasing me,” I beg him, knowing he loves hearing nothing more than the sound of my desperate voice pleading him. “Aww come on qīn you can do better than that,” he coos while pulling my pants and panties off with one easy tug. I puff my cheeks out at him and huff childishly, “you’re the one who wants another baby! Why am I the one having to do the begging? Shouldn’t you be begging me for a chance?

I’m the one who has to do everything! You just make it!” Bi-Han gives me a sheepish grin as he rids himself of his pants, his hard cock jutting out from a neatly trimmed patch of black hair. His icy blue eyes flutter close for a moment as he drags his hand along his impressive length, smearing glistening pre-cum all over his lust darkened head. “You’re right Sol, you are the one who has to carry it, but you already told me earlier we could have a little girl,” he rubs his icy cock along my velveteen, wet folds, teasing my hole with the thick head of his cold cock. “So please qīn, let me fill you up,” he pauses to slip inside me, his cold hand caressing my cheek, “let me paint that pretty little womb of yours with my cold cum,” he breathes out a low groan as he finishes sinking all the way inside my hot pussy. I throw my head back and arch my back as I feel my cryomancer’s huge cock opening me up, rearranging my insides to make room for him and fuck does it feel good, he always feels good, so perfect. I can’t help but cling to him as his throaty words echo in my mind, “oh Bi-Han,” I sigh lovingly unable to deny him what he wants, “more please,” I give in and go back to begging him. His dick feels even bigger and thicker than usual as my walls stretch and burn slightly trying to accommodate his length. I can’t help but feel almost drunk from arousal already as I gasp and whine his name while I feel the cryomancer’s thick cock filling me inch by delicious inch. I can feel him trembling with restraint as he struggles to retain control of his desires, not wanting to hurt or overwhelm me too quickly. He pants softly atop me as he finally buries his cock to the hilt inside my welcoming pussy. It feels good, so good, better than usual even, everything about Bi-Han right now makes me feel like every nerve is alight with desire, the knowledge of how much he wants me, how much he wants to have another child with me making my emotions feel like they’re spiraling out of control. I sigh blissfully as I squeeze my walls around him loving the feeling of him filling me so entirely, “let’s make another little one,” I whisper in a soft, sweet invitation. “You have no idea how much I’ve been wanting to, every time I see you with the boys it’s all I can think of,” he groans as his cold hands ghost over my stomach while he pulls his cock out and presses it back in slowly. He rocks his hips driving his cock deep inside my tight walls, teasing and testing my limits as he fucks me slowly, passionately, it’s a rare moment, but I can actually call the act lovemaking. My breath comes out in visible pants as his lengthy torso drapes over my body, pinning me to our bed, my nails rake down his back as his cock fills me over and over again. I cry out as he begins to thrust slowly and deeply in and out of me as my walls hug and squeeze his cock with each stroke, pressure building up inside me. I whine and whimper his name softly as I try and pull him deeper inside my trembling cunt, each stroke of his cock brushing up against my cervix, so deep. Bi-Han’s lips curl into a pleasured snarl as he thrusts in and out of my wetness, his hands never leaving my stomach as he grunts in time with his actions. “Fuck qīn, you feel so good,” he praises, voice thick with lust. His words pull a loud moan from me and I immediately throw my hand over my mouth to stifle my noise, I screw my eyes shut as my pussy clamps down around his huge cock. I buck my hips up against his thrusts, pushing the cryomancer even deeper inside my wanting cunt, my thighs shake with effort and I know I’m not going to make it much longer. I pull Bi-Han’s head down to mine, frantically crashing my lips against his cold ones in an attempt to quiet myself as he keeps thrusting into me steadily. Each one of his thrusts hitting my sweet spot over and over again, I moan and cry into his mouth, each sound swallowed up by the cryomancer as his tongue dominates my mouth and his teeth tug at my bottom lip. I feel completely blissed out and oblivious to anything other than the cryomancer as

his thick cock makes it nearly impossible to think about anything but how perfect his length feels inside me, but some part of my brain still remembers to try not to wake the boys. My nails bite into the hard flesh of his perfectly muscled back, I gasp into his mouth as blood bubbles up from underneath my fingers as I tremble and shake with my impending orgasm. Bi-Han groans loudly against my mouth as I tighten around him, he breaks the kiss to whisper filthily in my ear, “you ready qīn, I’m about to breed you like the perfect little sow you are.” I bite my lip hard at his words, face flushing deep red as he refers to me as what you call a female polar bear, no doubt a nod to my nickname for him. I bite my fist hard to stifle my cry as his cock continues its onslaught of my pussy, my hips rocking in time as my mind goes blank, I feel my eyes rolling back into my skull as I clamp down hard around his thick cock. He’s so deep inside me I can’t hold back any longer as I give into my desires and cum hard around Bi-Han’s length, my body shudders and shakes hard as my greedy pussy tries to suck the cryomancer’s dick in as deep as possible. Blotchy stars dance before my eyes as I groggily try and force them open to look up at Bi-Han’s handsome face, his brows knitted in concentration as his grip on me tightens and he knows he no longer has to hold back. “That’s it qīn, you’re such a good girl for me, your perfect little pussy’s doing its best to pull my cock in deeper, it knows you’re ready to bare another of my heirs,” he growls against my ear before biting down lightly. His thrusts become shallow and so deep that I feel like he’s opening me up in impossible ways, he’s so determined to cum as deep inside me as possible. “Fuck, I’m going to paint that pretty little womb of yours snow-white, and you’re going to be a good girl and drink up every drop of my seed,” he snarls as his hips snap forward sharply, his cold, heavy body caging mine against the mattress as it creaks and groans under his efforts. I can’t even form coherent sentences as I hear his words, all I can do is whimper and whine pitifully as the cryomancer uses my body, “please, oh please Bi-Han.” My back arches off the bed as his cold fingers find the sensitive nub at the apex of my pussy as he rubs it quickly in time with his animalistic thrusts. Bi-Han lets out a deep, guttural growl as his hips finally still, burying his cock as deep inside me as possible, I whimper as I see his perfect abs contracting with his impending release. Frost spreads from under his fingers across my hips and stomach as his sharp teeth bite into the supple juncture of my shoulder as he quiets his roar of satisfaction. I press my hand against my mouth as my back arches off the bed, I cry his name into my hand until my voice is hoarse and tears prick at my eyes. I shake with exertion as Bi-Han’s final onslaught and release brings me to completion once more. I can’t help but give in to my baser instincts and desires as my walls squeeze and massage his huge cock desperate to milk every drop of cum from the cryomancer as my vision goes white. My eyes roll further back into my skull as my head slumps against the pillow, a combination of my tears and saliva soaking the pillowcase where it lies against my cheek. My body is wracked with great shudders of my blissful aftermath as my legs jerk and toes curl as I ride out the last waves of pleasure. It feels like Bi-Han won’t ever stop filling my spent cunt full of thick, viscous cum and I don’t ever want him to, it feels too good, too perfect. Bi-Han doesn’t pull out right away, I know he’s enjoying my warmth more than he’ll ever admit, he just groans with satisfaction and flops on top of me. “Ya know qīn, it might take a couple attempts to get you pregnant,” he pauses to skim his hands along my belly, “but I think I’m up to the challenge of it.” I don’t have the energy to push my behemoth of a husband off me as I just lay there, feeling his cock softening inside me as I lazily stroke his hair, “I think you’re counting on it taking

more than one attempt.” I laugh softly and shiver slightly, the cold rolling off his perfect body finally starting to get to me now that we’re no longer in the throes of passion. “For now though I’m going to bed,” I start, “I have a parent-teacher conference with the twins in the morning.” Bi-Han just grunts in acknowledgment before finally rolling off and getting comfortable next to me, “those little shits better not be in trouble again.” “Not this time,” I laugh, “though they do take after their father,” I tease wiggling my eyebrows at the now sated cryomancer. “It’s just the routine one they have every semester, and yes I’ve been checking their report cards, no problems there, thank god they don’t need help with math,” I laugh knowing I’m useless to help in that aspect of their education. Bi-Han yawns and pulls me against his body, tucking his head in the crook of my neck, “I’m looking forward to giving them a little sister to look out for, I think it will be good for them.” “Hmm, I think you might be right,” I cradle Bi-Han’s head close and curl up against him as I drift into a very pleasant and satisfying sleep.

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The best kind of spa day - Chapter 3

Chapter 3! I said this would be the last chapter, but I am thinking there will be one more.

Rating: Explicit (This chapter is more Mature, but the fic on the whole is definitely Explicit)

CW: food talk, drinking of alcohol, mention of C-section, heavy kissing, multiple mentions of sex and mild angst.

For previous chapters, please see my masterlist

And finally…but very importantly…thank you to @lumosinlove for the creation of the most wonderful Natalie Darcy and the sweater weather universe.

P.S. Just a note that Lily had a tattoo that covers her C-section scar, but that is not to say that there is anything wrong with them or that they need to be covered. They are literally a sign that you brought a whole ass human into this world and if you want to wear that with pride then you should.

P.P.S. This hasn't had a final edit yet, so please excuse any mistakes. I'll try and get around to it tomorrow!

Lily leaned back in her chair, rubbing at her stomach. She seemed content, full of food and happiness. Earlier, as they'd been getting their pedicures, Lily had moaned that part of her wished she could stay in this fantasy land where she got pampered all day forever, and Natalie agreed, but alas, tomorrow they had to go back to their everyday lives and responsibilities.

“Finished?” Natalie asked, eyeing up the remains of Lily’s blackberry parfait.

“I can’t eat another thing,” Lily replied with a laugh, “I feel like I’m carrying Harry all over again.”

Natalie reached out to pluck a piece of honeycomb from the plate, popping it into her mouth with a grin, “did you not know there’s an extra shelf in your stomach for dessert?”

“Have at it,” Lily shook her head with a fond disbelief, pushing the plate in Natalie's direction. It didn’t take long for her to finish the last of the desert and after another frozen margarita each, the two of them of them headed back up to their bedroom. There was a wait for the elevator. Natalie took advantage of the lull to wrap her arms around Lily’s waist, swaying them side to side in a silly sort of slow dance. “I’m gonna miss you,” Natalie mumbled into Lily’s hair.

“You’re going to see me in 3 days,” Lily countered, taking Natalie’s hand as the elevator doors opened with a ping. The silence that occupied the space between them seemed more awkward than normal, but Natalie couldn't place exactly why. "Can I ask you a question?" Lily asked just as the reached their floor.

Somewhere in the recesses of her brain, Natalie felt the urge to tell Lily that she had, in fact, just asked a question, but her intuition was telling her Lily wouldn't appreciate the joke just now. "You know you can. What's up?" Natalie replied, reluctantly dropping Lily's hand so she could root in her backpack for the room key. There was a quiet while she searched, but Natalie could hear the cogs in Lily's brain turning, until eventually she found the item and was able to push the door open.

Lily paused just inside the room, looking behind her to watch the door swing shut, like some animal that had just been caged in. She worried her lip between her teeth, a habit Natalie had always gently scolded her for, but this time Natalie squashed the urge to tell her not to do it. "Hey Lilypad, what's going on?" Natalie pressed, sweeping a piece of Lily's hair from her face.

“Would you - What if - I -” Lily stumbled over the start of her sentence a few times before letting out a small frustrated growl. Natalie squeezed her shoulder reassuringly, recognising that Lily just needed a bit of space to work through what could sometimes be a crippling perfectionism. Natalie guessed that a tiny part of it was just her natural personality, but growing up with a sister who twisted every word Lily said into some ugly version of the truth most definitely hadn’t helped.

“Why don’t we sit down?” Natalie cocked her head towards the bed. She noted briefly that the sheets had been changed. Lily swallowed, nodded resolutely and started the short walk without making a sound. Something in the journey helped because as soon as the back of Natalie’s thighs had touched the bedding, words tumbled out of Lily’s mouth.

“Would you still be my friend if we never had sex again?" Lily started. The small gesture Lily made to indicate she hadn't yet finished warmed Natalie's heart; it was the small things that indicated how well her friend knew her were her favourite. "I know when you first asked, you said that I could say no and it wouldn’t change anything about our relationship, but sometimes it feels like now we’ve taken that step maybe you don’t want it to go back?”

Natalie tucked her legs up, resting her chin against her knees, taking her time to think over the words. She would be lying if she said they hadn’t hurt, and she didn’t want her response to be in anger. “Lily, I’m sorry if I ever made you feel that way,” Natalie said quietly. She heard Lily breath in deeply, a sentence on the tip of her tongue, then the breath was let out, words exhaled with it. Natalie met Lily’s eyes, finding her voice again, “But I need you to know, I give zero fucks if we never do anything even remotely sexual ever again. Sure, I love being with you. You’re beautiful and attentive, and I love making you feel good. But our friendship will always, always, come first." She paused, letting her answer sink in. "Can I ask why you’re asking now? You’ve seemed so happy these last few days.”

“God, yes, Natalie I’ve loved this weekend. I always love spending time with you,” Lily said quickly. “I’ve just...I’ve noticed that sometimes you get sulky when you know you’re going to see me but in a group. I figured it’s because we can’t, you know…”

“Lilypad, I think this is what is known as a failure to communicate,” Natalie let out a sigh of relief. “I do sometimes get sulky, as you put it. But not because I want to have sex with you all the time. Although, I wouldn't complain about that," she laughed lightly, hoping the small joke would make the air feel a bit less thick. "It’s just because...Look, I adore having all my favourite people in one room. I love watching you be a mom. Watching James shower you in affection makes me happy. I love seeing you laugh with Kase and Al. However, it’s not the same as one - on - one. Whether that’s us watching a movie, or baking or having sex, I love getting to spend time with my best friend. It doesn’t mean I don’t want those group moments, it just means I miss having you all to myself as well.”

Lily wrapped her hand around Natalie’s knee, pulling gently until Natalie relented and allowed herself to be drawn into Lily’s side. Natalie rested her head on Lily’s shoulder, looking up to meet her eyes. “I’m sorry,” Natalie apologised.

Lily shook her head, her ponytail swaying with the movement. “No, I’m sorry for making assumptions,” she countered, tracing her thumb along Natalie’s jawline. “I think I get it. When Harry came along, I craved the time it was just me and James again, but somehow at the same time, I wanted to clutch Harry to my chest and keep him all to myself, whilst also wanting it to be all three of us together. Brains are weird.”

“Brains are weird,” Natalie repeated, chuckling at the truth behind those words.

“And now, I have you too. Whatever this is,” Lily laughed, waving her hand vaguely through the air. “So much love. Too much love.”

“There’s no such thing,” Natalie said adamantly, “Give me all the love.” She turned, tackling Lily against the bed with a laugh, managing to end up with a mouthful of hair. Natalie spluttered, picking red strands from her mouth as she started to pull away, but Lily gripped her t-shirt, stopping her from moving any further way.

“Nope, cuddle time now,” Lily protested.

Natalie wanted to oblige the request, however the faux leather pants she was wearing were practically painted on, and whilst they accentuated her legs wonderfully, they weren’t the most comfortable. “Can we get into pyjamas first?” she suggested.

“A most wonderful idea, Miss Darcy,” Lily agreed, releasing her hold on the t-shirt grasped in her fingers. Natalie shook her head, grazing her lips over Lily’s cheek before she stood, smiling fondly as she watched Lily giggle at her own snooty accent. It was a bit of a chore to drag herself away, but the call of the oversized band t-shirt Natalie had stolen from Kasey at some point over the years was strong. Eventually, she found it beneath her robe, thrown over the back of the armchair nestled into the corner of their hotel room. She was almost able to hear Lily’s smug smirk as she recalled their conversation this morning about storing things in their appropriate places. By the time Natalie had shed her day clothes and pulled the well-worn t-shirt over her head, Lily had already changed into a matching pyjama set, brushed her hair and woven it into a loose braid.

"I don't want to hear a word," Natalie drawled, raising her hand to resemble a stop sign.

"I didn't say anything!" Lily defended, flipping her braid over her shoulder before reaching for her phone. "Do you want music?"

"I could tell you were about to," Natalie retorted, attempting to fold her dirty clothes into her suitcase. Usually, Kasey was the one to complete the seemingly impossible task of getting all the clothes she had brought back into the case at the end of a trip. "Yes please," she nodded, answering Lily's question. "None of that One Direction though."

"I told you that was James!" Lily laughed, making several contemplative sounds before the first notes of a familiar banjo started to play.

Mumford and Sons. The band had been one of Natalie's favourites since forever, but they also reminded her of the long afternoon she had spent with one arm slung around Lily's shoulders, the sun beating down on their necks as they sipped on plastic cups full of some concoction Thomas had formulated. They had sung along to the live music until their voices were hoarse, at which point they'd crawled back to their tent to nap before an evening of more music and alcohol. The almost-kiss that had happened in that tent had been the catalyst they'd needed to discuss the growing sexual tension between the two of them, ultimately leading to this very moment. Natalie threw a look over her shoulder, raising an eyebrow just slightly at Lily. "Nice choice."

Lily hummed scooting backwards, to make herself comfortable against the wall of pillows on the bed. She patted the spot beside her, a warm smile settling over her face, “Come, sit, I’ll do that for you later.”

“You’re an angel, Lilypad,” Natalie beamed, hurrying away from the bulging case before Lily changed her mind. She rounded the bed, jumping onto the free side with a soft “ooft,” crawling into the cocoon Lily had formed with her arms.

“I was so happy on that weekend, so happy and so confused,” Lily murmured as Natalie had wriggled herself into a comfortable position. “I swear I would have just ignored all those weird feelings forever if you hadn’t made me pull my head out of my ass. I will admit having that conversation while making flat pack furniture was a first," she continued, curling a strand of Natalie’s hair around her finger.

Natalie chuckled, remembering how Lily had nearly hammered her thumb off in the process, her attention more focused on the proposal of friends-with-benefits type of relationship than the tool she was wielding. "Hmm, you do look good in a tool belt though," Natalie quipped, playing the tips of her fingers gently over the tattoo peeking out from between the silk shorts and cami Lily was wearing. The tail feathers of the peacock merged beautifully with the scar left behind by the emergency C-section Lily had ended up having to bring baby Harry into the world. “Just remember, this was and always is supposed to be fun, okay? If it’s ever not fun for you anymore then something needs to change,” Natalie hummed.

Lily nodded, releasing the curl of hair and resting her palm on Natalie’s cheek, “You too. This is a two way thing. We both need to be happy.”

“Yeah, me too,” Natalie agreed, nuzzling into the cool of Lily’s hand with a soft sigh. “I’d like a kiss, please? If that’s okay?” she asked quietly. It wasn’t often that Natalie felt shy or uncertain asking for things, but after their recent conversation she didn’t want Lily to get the wrong idea.

“Of course,” Lily replied, her hand wandering to brush across Natalie's lips, as if her fingers were trying to memorise each ridge and curve in them. She bent close, hovering, her breath warm against Natalie’s face as she waited for Natalie to take the affection she wanted. The kiss started off slow and tender, their lips moving softly against one another until Lily pushed insistently into Natalie’s mouth, parting her lips with ease. Natalie's heart didn’t pound in the same way it had the first time they had kissed anymore, but there was something even more special about the familiarity of it all. Her heart didn’t pound, but rather it settled, as if it knew this was part of home. Natalie couldn’t help wrapping her tongue around Lily’s, battling against the intrusion; the taste of tequila lingering from the cocktails they had drunk earlier was sharp amongst the other notes of Lily’s mouth she was well acquainted with. She would let Lily lead soon, but not without putting up the pretence of a fight. “Stop,” Lily laughed, pressing Natalie back against the pillows with a feigned growl. “You’re so competitive.”

Natalie gave an affirmative grunt, her lips curling into a smile, “Mmm, but I win either way.”

“Shut up, and let me kiss you,” Lily scolded playfully, joining their lips again before Natalie could think of a clever reply.

Natalie didn’t know how long they kissed for, drifting between heated and subdued, sometimes just breathing against one another, finally pulling apart when they came to the unspoken agreement that whatever wound needed healing had been. First with words, then with their bodies.

“I know earlier I said you could introduce me to your friend, but I think I’m a bit emotionally drained for new acquaintances tonight,” Lily said, cutting through the silence.

“No, of course. That’s fine. I’m sure we’ll have plenty of time for that at a later date,” Natalie nodded. “Any ideas on what we could do though? I’m not feeling a film tonight, but I’m too relaxed for anything that requires any energy,” Natalie mused, her voice still a little breathy.

“We could do a few more chapters of Seven Husbands?” Lily suggested, her features schooled into something that Natalie guessed was supposed to be innocent. It probably would have been successful if Natalie didn’t know her so well.

“You mean I could read a few more chapters to you,” Natalie said, raising an eyebrow.

“Wow, what a wonderful plan,” Lily grinned.

“Uhh huh,” Natalie rolled her eyes affectionately, “I wonder how I thought of it.” She rolled away from Lily a little bit too enthusiastically, swearing as she collided with the bedside table. Shaking off the jolt of pain, she grabbed the paperback. It was an insult to injury when she realised she was going to have to sit up anyway if she wanted to read comfortably. Once Lily had plumped the pillows up, Natalie sat back against them, removing the bookmark and clearing her throat as she began to read.

Lily burrowed further and further under the blankets she had wrapped herself in, until just a pair of green eyes and a flash of red hair was visible. Natalie smiled down fondly at her, not even caring that her voice was starting to feel scratchy. A few pages later, the entire bundle was shaking with Lily’s sobs, her head now buried into Natalie’s lap. Deciding that was her cue to stop reading for the night, Natalie placed the book down and curled her body around Lily’s in a hug. “Are you okay?” she asked tentatively. Whilst she wasn’t one to find herself crying about books, it wasn’t unusual for her to come across Alex sobbing over some fictional character or other and he could be very sensitive about it, despite what he would argue.

“I’ll be fine,” Lily laughed wetly, blinking away tears. “I just want them to be happy. It sucks.”

“It’s just a book, Lilypad,” Natalie chuckled, deciding to risk her wrath.

“You are heartless,” Lily sniffled, trying to bend her head against the blankets to wipe at the damp, without having to untangle herself. Natalie took pity on her, dabbing at the tear tracks, leaving a kiss on each cheek once she was finished. “Thanks,” Lily whispered.

“I’m gonna tell you something, but you have to promise not to shoot the messenger,” Natalie said, distancing herself from Lily a little.

“What?” Lily frowned.

“We still need to brush our teeth,” Natalie rushed out, although she was fairly sure that her eyes revealed the slight glee she was getting from the situation.

The screech that left Lily’s mouth a few seconds later somewhat resembled a pterodactyl.

“Sorry, beautiful,” Natalie tugged at the edges of the blanket. “But teeth hygiene is important y’know.” Lily huffed, but made a vague attempt at helping Natalie release her from the fortress she had created. For all Lily’s complaints, they were both back in bed, cuddled under the sheets less than five minutes later.

“I’ll set an alarm for the morning,” Natalie noted, stretching her arm in the direction of the bedside table, grasping at the air until her fingers grasped around her phone, grunting triumphantly at her success. She had accumulated a few messages over the last few hours. Mostly, she ignored them, but fired off a quick reply to Alex before opening the message from Kasey.

She let out a low whistle, sitting more upright in Lily’s hold as she took in the photo she’d been sent.

“You okay?” Lily asked.

“Well, I don’t think we need to feel guilty about our boys being alone,” Natalie reasoned, turning her screen so Lily could see the photo. James was sprawled across Kasey’s bare chest, his dark hair even more tussled than usual, Kasey’s large hand resting casually on his hip bone. Natalie prided herself on having an eagle eye for who Kasey might be interested in, but she had to admit she hadn’t seen this one coming. Not that she minded one bit.

“Is that?” Lily zoomed in on the picture, looking at the dark mark on the crook of James’ neck. “Huh, interesting,” she hummed, her smile growing wider by the second. “Very interesting. Tell him I said I hope they had fun.”

Natalie didn’t have to wait long for a reply, snorting out a laugh at her boyfriend’s comment. “Kase says James is very good with his tongue,” she told Lily nonchalantly, already tapping out response telling Kasey she was going to sleep now, and for him to have a good night, adding a winking emoji for effect.

“I am aware,” Lily smirked, manipulating the pillows into a more comfortable position for sleeping. Natalie took that as her hint to put her phone down, settling herself close behind Lily, tangling their legs together. They probably wouldn’t stay this way for long, Lily always complaining that Natalie was a human furnace after a few minutes, but it was nice while it lasted.

#Natalie Darcy #Lily Potter #sweater weather #Lumosinlove #cw: alcohol #cw: food #cw:kissing #cw: sex talk #cw: 18+#cw: c-section

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taeguboi · 4 years

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First Time - Jin x Jungkook (Smut)

So hey hey, I found this little piece in one of my old folders and it seems it was mostly complete so I’m just throwing this piece of sin at you all ;) and tagging @kimlisamarie because this time, she did ask ;)

Jeongguk is adorable. To Seokjin, he always has been and always will be.

As the eldest of the group, Seokjin has always felt it to be his place to look after all his younger members, most particularly the youngest who began training with him at the ripe age of 15.

But little did Seokjin know that many years later, the band’s golden maknae would be confiding in him, and damn, how tempting he would become to Seokjin…

“Hyung?”

“Yes, Jeongguk?”

“I've never had sex.”

Okay, confided might have been a poor choice of word… it was more of an announcement thrown into the air of an otherwise peaceful evening as the two sit on separate couches, reading and studying.

Somehow, despite the awkward silence that followed Jeongguk’s sudden announcement, the situation led them here as Jeongguk is laid down on Seokjin’s bed in just a pair of boxer shorts - pink, of course as by Seokjin’s orders - as the fully clothed elder paces the room, purposely making Jeongguk hold out his patience for him to just say or do anything.

Jeongguk’s hyung looks so mature and grand as a plain white shirt sits on his firm broad shoulders, tucked loosely into a pair of black dress pants that accentuate his manly figure extremely well. The way he paces so calmly with such confidence also adds to his magnificent image, making Jeongguk feel all kinds of things.

“Now, before I give you the real thing Jeonggukkie… For being such a tempting little brat to me, we’re gonna see how long you can hold out first… Then, I’ll look after you, yeah?”

“Yes hyung.” Jeongguk obediently agrees, though already slightly writhing on the sheets, expecting what will happen next as Seokjin picks up the device that lay next to Jeongguk and presses the button on the control, causing the younger to whimper instantly.

Restlessly squirming on the bed, Jeongguk is a pretty sight for Seokjin who can’t help but admire the pretty hot flustered mess he has caused to be aching for him. The vibrator only powered up to the first notch and already the friction of the material that rubs against his throbbing member is proving overwhelming for Jeongguk, combined with the rousing sensation that fills his walls, unable to suppress his desperate whines.

“Hyung… you’re killing me already…” Jeongguk breathily pants.

Seokjin remains silent, letting actions speak louder than words as he sits on the bed beside Jeongguk, holding the younger’s clammy hand, adoring the beautiful sight that is a frustrated needy maknae.

It would be about right to say that Seokjin is taking delight in this, in fact, quite flattered in a roundabout way that he should be the one to be giving Jeongguk the experience he needs… Seokjin has always had something of a soft spot for Jeongguk and with time grew also a little attraction which he tried so hard to brush off, you know, given the age difference… and the fact that they’re in an idol band together.

All that is forgotten however as Seokjin decides to take things up a notch - 2 notches to be specific - increasing the power on the device currently occupying half of Jeongguk’s neglected senses.

“Ah! Please, hyung!” begs Jeongguk as the heightened intensity of the vibrations continue to drive him wild with lust and frustration.

“Be patient baby…” instructs the elder, allowing for the younger to have a firmer grip on his hand. “Have you not heard the amount of people that complain their first time was over before they knew it?...”

“I guess” Jeongguk pants, trying his best to converse.

“Exactly, and we both know you deserve better than that… Now be a good boy and get on your knees here for me, okay?” Seokjin rhetorically questions, patting the bed.

“What are you going to do, hyung?” asks Jeongguk, trying to even move just a little without wincing in pleasure.

“As much as I dig the respect for you elders thing, please drop the formality… It’s too good, the way you’re addressing me like that…” Seokjin states, finally unbuttoning his shirt, watching Jeongguk follow his instructions..

Knees sinking into the mattress, Jeongguk is already breathless, eliciting a menacing smile for Seokjin.

“Who would have thought you’d be out of breath so easily Gukkie?” he questions, kneeling in front of the helpless boy. Admiring the younger’s appearance, Seokjin trails a hand down Jeongguk’s chest, lingering then at his toned stomach. “Someone as fit as you getting exhausted like this is quite surprising…”

“Seokjin-ah!” exclaims Jeongguk, getting more and more worked up by the vibrator which seems to be stimulating him even more in this new position.

“Seokjin-ah?” the elder questions uncertainly. “That doesn’t work for me either, baby… What else can you call me? Tell me what words you have…” he demands, placing his hands on Jeongguk’s waist.

“Please just let me call you hyung while you’re being so good to me” whines Jeongguk.

“Fine, fine…” Seokjin sighs in defeat before gently kissing Jeongguk on the lips once. “But you do realize this might not be a one off if you’re not careful in future, if you ever call my ‘hyung’ in a certain way…” he winks. “Now… tighten that cute little hole for me, and rock back and forth… Can you do that for me?”

“Yes, hyung…” Jeongguk obediently replies before following through with Seokjin’s order, spreading open his thighs too.

Seokjin can’t help but notice how skillfully Jeongguk moves his hips and that almost has as much of his attention as the look on the younger’s face; eyes partly squinted causing his cheeks to lift, and a slight ‘o’ shape forming with his mouth.

“I can’t help but get the impression you’ve done this before Jeonggukkie…” Seokjin states before initiating a long string of passionate kisses.

“Maybe…” Jeongguk manages to say in between. “I’ve had no other way of… of…” Jeongguk falters, feeling the increase in pleasure with the touch of Seokjin and his kisses paired with the vibrator and the boxers rubbing on his erection.

“So cute…” Seokjin tells Jeongguk, removing his lips from the younger to admire the view of Jeongguk rocking back and forth. It’s a view that has him unable to resist going back in to make out with and grind against Jeongguk, giving him the touch of his own erection. Seokjin is sure to move his hips in time with Jeongguk’s, devouring the string of whines and moans that Jeongguk delivers.

“Hyung…” Jeongguk manages to utter.

“Yes Gukkie?”

“This is hard for me… I don’t know how much longer I can…”

“Of course, baby” Seokjin assures him with an apologetic tone, realizing that someone experiencing their first time is probably less likely to be able to hold back. “You don’t have to keep moving like that if you don’t want to, okay? You're already doing so well...”

“I mean, I want to keep moving, but…”

“Nothing’s too demanding for my baby… Let me know what you want so I can look after you…”

Jeongguk halts his movements to look Seokjin in the eye, shyly of course.

“Can we both be completely naked please hyung?” Jeongguk pants, the vibrator clearly still having a great effect on him.

Seokjin dismounts the bed, gently guiding Jeongguk back to lay down again so he can remove the device from under the younger’s boxers with care. Jeongguk whines at the loss, yet he is relieved of not being pushed almost to his very limit; he wants to impress and please his hyung.

Unbuttoning his own trousers and then hooking his fingers round the band, Seokjin pulls down and discards another item of clothing. He then leans back over to Jeongguk where he does the same with the pair of pink boxers, revealing a sight the elder had been longing to see.

“So pretty Jeonggukkie… Now I regret making you keep them on for so long” smiles Seokjin, teasing at the top of his boxers with a smirk to the younger who is watching diligently.

“Hyung… you’re teasing…” Jeongguk complains.

“You wanna see what’s under here?” Seokjin asks, as if he doesn’t know the answer.

“Please… Can I feel it too, hyung? Please?”

Seokjin returns an affectionate smile to his younger “So polite… What a good boy” he reminds his younger, finally ridding himself of any restrictions on his aching member.

“Hyung… Will that… Will that b-be going inside of me?”

“Perhaps… Maybe… Is that all you want from me, or might there be something else Gukkie?”

“Something else?” questions Jeongguk, watching Seokjin climb back onto the bed to lay next to him.

“You must have had your fantasies about your first time…” Seokjin prompts, drawing invisible circles on Jeongguk’s chest. “I insist you tell me so I can look after you and carry out whatever I can… Speak to me baby…”

“Getting down to it, really rough…” Jeongguk shyly tells him.

“I didn’t have you down as a nasty boy under the sheets Jeonggukkie…”

“Well I’m already prepared, so I think… I want you to be on top…”

“And what do you want me to do Gukkie?...” Seokjin asks, patiently awaiting response.

“Please just fuck me good, hyung… Right into the mattress…”

“Good call” Seokjin smiles, moving to position himself between Jeongguk’s legs which spread open for his hyung immediately. “So eager… I like it… I like that I also get to watch that cute cock aching and then dripping because of me…”

“Hyung… Please just do it… I’m so tense, I just need…”

Jeongguk’s words are abruptly stopped with what Seokjin does next; the feeling of being filled up once provided by a toy is now being provided by Seokjin’s length.

“Oh, fuck yes” exclaims Jeongguk in something of a personality turnaround. “Can-ca-can I touch myself?” asks Jeongguk, hand taking a firm grip of his dick.

“There’s no need for questions” Seokjin assures with a smile before slowly sliding back out almost fully then snapping his hips to push himself back in.

As Seokjin’s face is of nothing but pleasure, he repeats the action and increases the pace until he’s pounding Jeongguk into the bed sheets and Jeongguk can't even muster the energy to touch himself, his fists clinging onto the sheets. Seokjin’s skill is breathtaking, it's all Jeongguk can think about.

“Kiss me, hyung… please… Oh!” whines Jeongguk in pleasure as he is still being rocked into the mattress.

“Someone's getting demanding…”

“I'm sorry hyung….”

“No no no… don't apologise… I like it" smirks Seokjin, lowering himself to get face to face with Jeongguk.

The string of kisses are lustrous, full of passion, yet sweet and innocent at the same time from the lack of experience on Jeongguk’s part… innocent until the younger is pushed over the edge, that is.

“Ah!” exclaims Jeongguk, abruptly interrupting the making out.

“Everything okay baby?”

“Fuck… yes… I’m….”

“Gonna cum?”

“I think so"

At that, Seokjin goes in deeper than ever, fully pulling out before slamming back into Jeongguk. Jeongguk is an uncontrollable hot mess but somehow finally manages to touch himself with a shaky hand. Seokjin can feel the movement of Jeongguk’s hand across his dick and Seokjin just has to push himself upwards again a little so that he can watch the show.

“Now this is pretty…” coos Seokjin as Jeongguk’s hand glides furiously, pumping up and down until…

The most beautiful moan that Seokjin has ever heard escapes Jeongguk’s throat and the view of Jeongguk’s cock releasing that hot liquid is more than enough to bring Seokjin to his peak too, filling up Jeongguk completely as he rides out that high.

Slowing down, Seokjin takes a moment to catch his breath as well as allow Jeongguk to recover from the pleasure he has just received. It takes more than a moment though for Jeongguk to be able to do anything other with himself than be sprawled across the bed in exhaustion, but he finally manages to sit up.

“Seokjin-hyung?”

“Yes"

Jeongguk brings his hyung in for a tender kiss and that's how Seokjin knows he's given Jeongguk the first time that he's been needing.

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thebiasrekkers · 4 years

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Make It Right [BTS Mafia!AU]

Plot: “It’s always darkest before the dawn…” It’s a dog-eat-dog world in Seoul, South Korea. One has to dwell in the shadows in order to reach for the light. What are you willing to sacrifice in order to feel the sunlight on your face? What will it take to drag you back into darkness? How long will the journey be to make it right?

Rating: NC-17 // NSFW

Genre: Series | Mafia!AU | Crime!AU | Angst | Romance/Fluff

Pairings: Jin x OC | Taehyung/Hoseok x OC | Yoongi/Jungkook x OC

Warnings: Graphic Violence, Heavy Language, Angst, Slow Burn, Smut

Previous Chapters: Prologue 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25

Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin E’s AO3 || Admin E’s WP || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 2,734

Chapter 25: Let Me Know

“Maybe we’re all just a bunch of fools. Everyone lives with a love that has come to an end.”

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Seoul – Cheongdam; Gangnam District South Korea

Seokjin relieved Yoongi from manning his office, reminding him to not be late for the party. He replied with a half grunt, muttering to himself that he didn’t see a reason why he needed to be there. Seokjin sucked in a sharp breath between his teeth, catching the look Yoongi gave him. He would acquiesce or there would be hell to pay. His brother seemed to understand this, watching him wave his hand back and forth as he exited his office. Seokjin gave a satisfied smirk as the door clicked shut.

Crossing his office, he stood in front of a full-length mirror and adjusted the gunmetal gray collar of his dark blue dress shirt – his slender finger slipping beneath the black cotton turtleneck that was worn underneath. Both shirts were tucked into his black slacks, an elegant silver chain hooked from one belt loop and into the pocket of his pants. He readjusted the cuffs of his shirt just as a knock from the door resounded in the room.

“Come in,” he said, not bothering to turn around.

The door opened and clicks from heels could be heard against the hard floor before the door closed once more.

“Is this outfit you picked really necessary, Seokjin-ah?”

As he turned, the smirk on his face at an oncoming quip was immediately wiped from his features. Anastasia stood before him in a fire engine red dress, the hem just barely touching her knees. The high neck of the fabric hugged her shoulders, exposing her chest, and the dress accentuated her bosom. Her arms were completely covered with red lace – woven in floral patterns to give it an eloquent touch. She wore a pair of nude high heels and there were two large silver bracelets that adorned her wrists.

He took note of the flush around her cheeks, her dark blonde hair pulled up into a messy updo and tendrils framed her face. Anastasia’s makeup was modest, save for the deep red lipstick painted over her buds. She rubbed at her arms – whether from cold or from feeling shy, he couldn’t really tell.

“Well, are you gonna say something or just keep staring at me over there?”

The irritation was hard to miss in her voice, but what was missed in tone could easily be interpreted from her facial expression. Seokjin shook his head, grin returning to his features, and slowly made his way toward her. Anastasia took a step backward, averting her gaze just as he reached out to remove her glasses. She blinked rapidly, her brows furrowing.

“Seokjin,” she said, her green eyes peering at him, but he knew she wasn’t really looking, “I can’t see.”

“You should invest in contacts,” he said, gently replacing her glasses back onto her face, “though I can’t say I’m against this look either.”

Anastasia pouted, smacking his shoulder and he laughed. “Don’t be a jackass,” she muttered.

He grabbed her wrist, slipping her arm through his. “Did you finish everything you needed to?”

She nodded as they exited his office. “I did. The hotel opening went well, I take it?”

“It did,” Seokjin replied with a smile, leaning forward so he could brush his lips against the shell of her ear, “we couldn’t have done it without you.”

Anastasia made a very loud (and very unladylike) sound with her throat, causing him to throw his head back and laugh.

He couldn’t help himself when it came to her. It was just so much fun to get her all riled up, especially since they were clearly toeing the line between business partners and intimacy. Seokjin certainly wasn’t going to hide his attraction to her and during the last few months, it was clear that she felt something for him as well. He wasn’t quite sure what that was – not yet. Sure, he could make assumptions all day and night but that wasn’t going to bring him closer to the truth.

But he wasn’t in any kind of rush, either.

“So, are you ready for a well-deserved party?”

She shrugged as they began to take the elevator down to the main lobby. “I’ve never been big on this sort of thing. Honestly, I’ve had my fill of company parties.”

Seokjin huffed. “Well, this will be different. You’ll be around people you actually like.”

Anastasia gave him a sidelong glance, smirking. “Are you sure that I like you guys?”

“Wow,” he said, pressing a hand to his chest, “that might have hurt a little.” Seokjin turned slightly, cornering Anastasia as the elevator began to descend. Her hand slipped from his arm as he pressed his palms on either side of her, leaning in until their noses barely touched. “Are you saying you don’t like me, Ana?”

Her eyes grew wide and she tried to shrink back from him, her face showcasing her realization that she did, in fact, have nowhere to flee to. “I…I didn’t say that.”

Feeling she’d been sufficiently punished, Seokjin leaned back and turned to face the elevator door. Anastasia released an audible sigh of relief and he chuckled, reaching out for her arm so that he could loop it back through his. The elevator dinged for the main floor and Jimin stood waiting for them, clad in a silk black suit and black tie. He blinked a few times in surprise at seeing Anastasia. Whether it was because she was arm-in-arm with Seokjin or her entire ensemble remained a mystery.

Regaining his composure, he strolled up to them with his trademark smile. “The car is waiting out front,” he said, gesturing toward the main entrance. He gently nudged Anastasia as the three of them walked. “Ready to show off your two left feet?”

Seokjin watched Anastasia try to cuff Jimin as he twirled away from them, laughing. There was something about the scene that made his heart seem even lighter than it had earlier that day. This was it. This was their time to finally shine instead of remaining hidden in the dark. Jimin clearly appeared happier and there was a part of Seokjin that still felt a twinge of remorse toward him. Out of the entire group, Jimin was the last to come to Seoul because he was the most reluctant to leave. He had every intention of taking over his family’s pastry shop back in Hwaseong.

Would he eventually want to return home? To that life?

“Hyung?”

Seokjin blinked, realizing that both Anastasia and Jimin were staring at him intently. He’d gotten lost in his own thoughts again. Smiling, he shook his head and opened the door so that Anastasia could climb in first. He urged Jimin to enter next, but his younger brother smiled and told him to go ahead.

Once the three of them were settled inside comfortably, they told their driver their destination and simply waited to arrive.

“What about Taehyung and Jungkook?” he asked, looking at Jimin.

Jimin grinned. “They went to go pick up their plus ones for tonight.” Anastasia stifled a giggle and he watched Jimin rolling his eyes. “They’re meeting us there with the others.”

“Alright,” he said while pulling out his phone, “I’m going to let Hoseok and Namjoon know we’re on the way.”

Seoul – Itaewon; Yongsan District South Korea

Soap Seoul was alive with the heavy bass beats of the DJs playing inside. They could hear the music booming out into the streets as they pulled up. There was a long line of those wishing to gain access, but as their car pulled up and Jimin exited the vehicle, they were immediately greeted by the security at the front door. Seokjin palmed a roll of bills into one of the bouncer’s hands and he unhooked the velvet chord, granting them entrance.

Seokjin helped to guide Anastasia through the crowd, various people greeting them. Some were familiar faces and others weren’t. He kept his hand on her waist, making sure that she was at his side so that she wasn’t swept up in the sea of bodies. Jimin already disappeared, presumably to search out the others.

“Seokjin Hyung!” he heard someone yell over the noise of the crowd and the pulse of music.

He looked around and spied Namjoon, clad in a slate blue three-piece suit. His tie was loose, probably from the heat of so many bodies crowding around them.

“Namjoon-ah,” he called back, seeing Anastasia lifting one of her arms to wave in his direction to get his attention, “over here!”

Namjoon slipped through the crowd, squeezing his way toward them. When he reached them, he flashed a half-smirk to them both. “You guys made it.” He pointed over his shoulder. “We have a VIP room toward the back.”

“Where is Jimin-ah?” Anastasia asked, her eyes scanning the crowd. “I haven’t seen him since we got here. He just up and left!”

“He’s already back in the room to see Hoseok and Yoongi.”

Seokjin canted his head slightly. “What are you doing out here then?”

“Well, I was looking for you guys, but Taehyung and Jungkook said they were pulling up.”

“Ah,” he replied, nodding his head slightly as he glanced down toward Anastasia, “did you want to go ahead and move to the back or wait for the others?”

He watched her shake her head. “No, it’s fine. We can go ahead and head toward the back. I don’t want them waiting on us.”

That was all he needed to hear. Anastasia seemed to press herself tighter against Seokjin and he took the opportunity to wrap his arm around her shoulder so that she could curl into him. Namjoon parted ways with them, heading toward the entrance as they proceeded to make their way toward the back. There were a variety of different booths, black curtains quartering them off from the rest of the dance floor, and then the pale blue lights of various atriums began appearing as they neared further toward the back of the club.

The music wasn’t as boisterous in this area – a soft, muffled pulse of a heartbeat by now. Their room had a single black triangle on the outside, a white circle in the middle of it. Seokjin knocked twice before opening the door, seeing Hoseok, Yoongi and Jimin inside – already pouring drinks. There was a large array of liquor bottles adorning the table, a tray of fruit and snacks, and several plush, leather sectionals to give everyone elbow and breathing room.

Hoseok was dressed in his most comfortable black and white silk suit, the shirt underneath unbuttoned and showing off the modest silver chain that hung from his neck. His pale-blue lensed aviators framed his face and he gave a casual smile to Anastasia. She immediately bowed her head out of polite respect and Seokjin had to refrain from laughing.

“It’s good to see you, Anastasia-ssi,” Hoseok greeted, gesturing for them to have a seat, “have a seat. Relax.” He held out a shot glass to her. “Can I pour you a drink?”

Yoongi snorted, his expression harder to read. He seemed amused, but the way his posture was, it indicated that he was slightly uncomfortable or annoyed. Or both. His black blazer hung loose over his black and red patterned shirt – a silver butterfly lapel pin shining against the modest amount of lighting inside the room. He was already nursing a shot of whiskey, his cheeks only slightly rosy from the alcoholic intake.

Seokjin could only imagine how much he’d been drinking these days, let alone tonight.

Anastasia took a seat, grasping for the shot glass as Hoseok poured her a drink. Yoongi was already doing the same for Seokjin when the door flung open. In burst Taehyung, a periwinkle blue blazer draped over his white fleece sweater – a pair of simple black slacks hugging his waist. He flashed his boxy grin at them, holding a hand up in greeting. However, it was the person that followed behind him that gave everyone pause.

Raelyn, their former Hyungsoo-nim, entered behind Taehyung – her arm looped through his as her other hand was holding tightly to the silver clutch at her waist. Her purple, handkerchief cocktail dress flowed delicately around her form – bringing out the color of her brown skin even more. The neckline dipped and curved over her chest, the straps reaching for her neck sparkling with rhinestone gems. The heels of her silver stilettos clicked loudly despite the noise of the club flooding into the room.

Everyone started to stand up, out of habit, before lowering themselves back down into their seats. The only one who didn’t move was Hoseok. Seokjin saw them make eye contact until Anastasia seemed to shake the strange atmosphere by getting up to go and greet her friend.

Something around Raelyn’s neck caught Seokjin’s eye and he spied the crescent moon pendant. Namjoon entered the room after them, locking eyes with Seokjin almost immediately. Neither of them said a word. Between the entire group, only Namjoon and Seokjin understood the significance of that pendant.

And who it originally belonged to.

Hoseok seemed to deduce what they were thinking, and he immediately shook his head, silencing whatever voiceless questions they were about to throw at him. Instead, he stood up and crossed the room, hugging Raelyn and she returned the gesture. She pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek in greeting and he stepped to the side to allow Taehyung to help her get situated.

Jungkook finally squeezed his way inside. Seokjin had to, yet again, remind himself that Jungkook wasn’t the little kid they adopted into their little circle of friends. He was a man. A man who apparently could fill a suit out very well. The silk black lapels seemed to shimmer, the rest of his blazer a pristine white – the black accents for the buttons and cuffs were sharp. He wore a black silk tie over a simple white dress shirt which was tucked into a pair of black slacks.

The woman on his arm, whether intentional or not, matched his sharp dress code to the letter.

Her olive skin seemed to glow under the light of the room, and the simple black dress she wore hugged her figure in all the right ways. The hem stopped just above her knee and the dress was draped over her chest at an angle. The piece of fabric that hung around her neck seemed to connect to the single sleeve of her left arm – clinging to her like a second skin. She wore black pumps with a silver accent on the toes and heels and she wore no other jewelry save for the large silver hoops that dangled from her ears – her thick, curly hair pulled toward the right of her neck in a low ponytail.

Yoongi was the first to rise from his chair, not necessarily from surprise like the others, but from something else. Seokjin saw him curling his hands into fists and he immediately rose to his feet, attempting to quell the mounting tension building in the room.

“Jungkook-ah,” he said, crossing over to the youngest of their group, “who is this lovely person and how did you convince her to tag along with you?”

Jungkook gave a shy smile, watching as her hand withdrew from his arm so she could shake Seokjin’s hand. “This is Eden McGee,” he said, casting her a sidelong glance. He looked like he wanted to say more, but refrained.

A glass clattered across the table and everyone turned to see the source of the noise. Yoongi took a step back from the small mess he’d made, his brows knitting together. “Sorry about that,” he said, moving to head toward the door to their room, “I’ll go get something to clean this up with.”

He brushed past them, his shoulder knocking into Jungkook’s as he seemed to purposefully push himself between Eden and Jungkook.

Seokjin saw Eden’s eyes peering into his as he shook her hand. But after a moment, her gaze seemed to linger off to the right where Jungkook was standing. She gave a polite half smile, a slight pink touching her cheeks, before looking back at Seokjin.

“I’m Jungkook’s girlfriend,” she said, which seemed to cause Jungkook’s jaw to drop slightly and Seokjin raised his brows. “It’s nice to meet you.”

A/N: And I decided to add this in because I know you guys were probably curious. I added links to their outfits that they wore, just in case the descriptions I gave didn't do them justice. Listed in order of appearance: Seokjin: Here Anastasia: Here Namjoon: Here Hoseok: Here Yoongi: Here Jimin: Here Taehyung: Here Raelyn: Here Jungkook: Here Eden: Here

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Hi I just found your blog and I just want to say thank you so much for writing such cute things!! 😭 they really made my day, I’ve got this big smile on my face. If the idea is ok with you, can you write best-friend-Jin trying to confess his feelings but things keep happening that disrupt his plans? The image of the other boys accidentally ruining his attempts is just so funny to me (ily Jin). And his best friend eventually understands what the hell is going on and confesses herself 😂 thank you

“You can’t take it back now”

Seokjin x Reader

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a/n: I hope you enjoy this, babe, thanks for requesting it. And I’m so glad my writing can make you smile :) This scenario is exactly what the ask implies: Jin tries to confess to his best friend but those six hooligans keep accidentally interfering. Thanks for reading :))

It had been nearly a week since you last saw your best friend and you missed him like crazy. Normally, if you couldn’t see each other in person, you would facetime, however, Jin had been rejecting all your calls. When Jin texted you to invite you to the dorm for dinner, you accepted without hesitation, excited to see him and catch up. And also, to call him out on his lack of facetiming.

You hurriedly made your way inside the building, practically running to get the dorm. Winded, you knocked on the door and it almost immediately flung open, revealing your best friend, his eyes open wide, looking slightly anxious. He was wearing slacks and a white button-down shirt, the sleeves rolled up a bit to reveal his toned forearms. The shirt was tucked into his pants, accentuating his slim waist and the slacks hugged his thighs just enough. Jin was always handsome, but he was looking especially so in that moment, his soft hair pushed off his forehead, tempting you to run your fingers through it.

“You look beautiful,” Jin blurted out, a blush appearing on his cheeks right after the words left his plump lips.

“I didn’t know this was a dress up kind of thing,” you said quietly as your eyes stayed locked on him, still stunned from his beauty.

“It’s not, I just, I don’t know,” he searched for the words that stubbornly would not leave the tip of his tongue. “I haven’t seen you in a few days so I just thought–”

“It’s been six days,” you corrected sassily, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Right,” he nodded with a sheepish smile.

“You deprived me of Worldwide Handsome for six days,” you glared.

“I wanted to make it up to you, and I guess I thought I should dress up a bit for it.” His cheeks flushed red once again, tugging at your heart. “You know, it’s the least I could do for depriving you of this face,” he blew you a kiss.

Playfully scoffing, you stepped past him to enter the dorm. “Well, it wasn’t entirely necessary, but I appreciate the effort. And you do look very handsome,” you added as you made your way to the kitchen. You didn’t notice the way Jin’s eyes bugged out of his head at your compliment. Quickly recovering, he shut the front door and followed you to the kitchen. “Where are the guys?” You asked him, looking around. “It’s so quiet.”

“They’re all out for the night. Studio, dinner, I’m not totally sure,” he told you nervously. He was nervous, because he knew exactly where they were, which was not there. He had talked to all of them to make sure they would give him the dorm to you and him for a few hours so he could have dinner with you and finally confess his feelings for you.

You hummed in understanding as you nodded. “So, what are we making?” You asked happily.

“We aren’t making anything. I’m cooking you dinner tonight to make up for being an aloof jerk,” he informed you, making you pout.

“But I like helping you cook,” you whined.

Jin looked over your face for a moment, thinking to himself. “You really want to help?” You nodded eagerly. “Fine,” he sighed. “Come stir this pot.”

“That’s hardly helping,” you complained.

“It’s the most important part,” Jin laughed. “If it doesn’t get enough circulation, it won’t set up right.” Reluctantly, and not without a roll of your eyes, you grabbed the spoon from him, stirring the contents of the pot. “So how have you been these past six days?” He emphasized.

“Well, you would know if you would have answered my facetime calls, wouldn’t you,” you retorted, making him shoot you a look as if to say ‘really?’ You shot him a look back as if to say 'yeah. really.’ which made the corners of his mouth turn upwards into a small smirk. He loved bickering and play fighting with you, as did you. You both sometimes picked fights just for the sake of working each other up.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized, pouting at you slightly. “Will you please tell me how you’ve been? I want to know what you’ve been up to,” he looked at you with soft eyes. With a scrunch of your nose, you relented, beginning to tell him all about the past six days. As you spoke, Jin watched you intently, listening to your every word, not wanting to miss a single detail. Noticing how he stared at you in adoration, your voice slowly faded out as you told your story.

“What?” You whispered, feeling shy under his gaze. Jin’s eyes widened as he cleared his throat.

“Huh?” He straightened his posture, looking away from your face for the first time since you started talking. You simply looked at him expectantly, to which Jin shook his head with a small smile. “I just like hearing you talk.” You bit your lip to conceal your growing smile, nodding as you turned your attention back to the pot.

“How have you been the last six days?” You asked quietly.

Jin thought for a moment. “Good, just busy,” he said simply. “Busy with work and just doing a lot of thinking. That’s why I didn’t answer your facetime calls.” You raised your eyebrows as that, silently asking for further information. “I just needed some time to myself to think.” Your eyes must have shown the concern you were feeling because he quickly shook his head. “Don’t worry, I’m ok,” he chuckled. “I’m good because I took those six days,” he teased.

“You’re the worst,” you giggled.

When you sat down to eat a bit later, you were beyond excited to eat, the food smelling delicious. Taking a bite, you practically moaned at the taste. “Oh my god, Jin, this is amazing,” you complimented sincerely.

“Want to know why?” He quipped, a teasing smile on his face.

You knew where this was headed, so you cocked your head and gave him an annoyed look. “Why?”

“Because my girl is so good at stirring,” he gloated on your behalf. My girl. Those words sent a spark through your body, making you feel tingly, excited, content, and comfortable all at once.

“Thanks,” you giggled. “I think it’s just a good thing you didn’t let me do anything else with it.”

After a few minutes of eating and small chit chat, Jin cleared his throat. “Hey,” he started, pulling your attention from the nearly gone food to him, your mouth full, your eyes wide. Jin smiled softly at your comical expression. “You know how much I value our friendship, right?”

Quickly chewing your food, you swallowed in one big gulp. “Of course I do,” you said as you wiped your mouth with a napkin. “I mean, I questioned it there for a minute when you wouldn’t answer my facetimes for six whole days, but I’m over it,” you teased.

“Yeah you’re over it,” he grinned. “You know we texted and talked on the phone every day, I don’t get– you know what, that’s not the point,” he ranted, making you giggle. “The point is, I value your friendship. I always have. There’s no one I cherish more than you,” he told you sincerely, making you pout at him. "Your presence in my life is the most important thing to me, do you know that?“ You looked at him wide-eyed, waiting for his next words, tears already gathering in your eyes. "I need to know that nothing will change when I tell you that I’m in–” Jin was cut off as the front door opened, three voices filling the dorm. Jin’s eyes shot from you to the source of disruption, huffing in annoyance, while your eyes stayed glued to him, curious and worried about where he was going with that speech.

“Hey, y/n,” Hoseok beamed at you, making you finally break your gaze from Jin to look at Hoseok. You smiled back and gave a small wave, and just as you did, you watched Hoseok’s jaw drop as he searched Jin’s face.

“Hey, you’re here,” Namjoon excitedly yelled at you, followed by a similar jaw drop Hoseok just displayed. “Hey, you’re here,” Namjoon repeated in a much more nervous tone.

“Uh, yeah, I’m here,” you said, your tone showing confusion.

Your eyes fell on Yoongi as he entered the kitchen, taking in the scene in front of him; you and Jin sitting next to each other at the kitchen island, your knees touching as you faced each other, just enough food for two people, and Jin’s spruced up appearance when normally he’d be wearing sweats while hanging out with you. Something that looked like realization flashed through Yoongi’s eyes as he met Jin’s gaze. Suddenly, Yoongi was placing his hands on Hoseok and Namjoon’s shoulders.

“Hey, I have something to show you guys real quick,” he told his two younger members, making them look at him with big eyes. “Remember?”

“Oh, yeah,” Namjoon nodded. “Yeah, let’s go look at that."

"Good to see you, y/n. Have a nice night you two,” Hoseok said as they rushed out of the kitchen.

As soon as they were out of sight, you were staring at Jin in confusion. When Jin’s gaze met yours, you pulled your eyebrows together. “What the fuck was that?” You asked him, your tone and facial expression showing just how confused you were. Simply shrugging, Jin shoved a bunch of food into his mouth, cleaning his plate. After a moment, you followed Jin’s lead, finishing your meal, deciding to forget about the weirdness the rap line just exhibited.

After dinner as you and Jin began cleaning up, he turned to you suddenly. “Do you want to go for a walk?” You looked at him and nodded, your eyes wide. As you continued to clean up, Jin took the dirty plate out of your hands, set it on the counter, and dragged you towards the door.

“Wait, now? Don’t we need to finish clean–”

“The guys can do it,” he told you as he dragged you out of the dorm.

Unbeknownst to you, Jin had texted the three intruders just before you left the dorm together. It said something along the lines of “Well, you fucked that up so have fun cleaning up boys."

The walk to the nearby park was silent, you and Jin not saying a word but rather just purposely bumping into each other as you walked, holding back fond giggles. Eventually, you broke the silence, clearing your throat. "Ok, so why were they acting so weird back at the dorm?” You asked him, thoroughly confused.

Jin sighed at the question. “They felt bad,” he started. “I asked everyone to clear out of the dorm for a couple of hours so we could hang out just the two of us, but they must have forgot."

"Awe,” you smiled. “That’s really sweet, Jinnie."

"I was trying to be sweet,” he chuckled. “I wanted everything to be perfect, I had it all planned out.” Looking at him in confusion, he took a deep breath. “Y/n, I think I’m–”

“Oh, hey guys,” a deep voice called out and you both instantly recognized the source.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Jin sighed, rolling his eyes before he cast them to the ground, clearly frustrated, which amused you just the slightest bit. When Jin lifted his gaze to look at the source of the interruption, your eyes followed, landing on Taehyung, wearing a face mask and a baseball cap. In his left hand was the leash that was hooked to Yeontan, who was jumping at Tae’s leg. “How is your night going?” Taehyung looked briefly at you and then to his eldest member.

“Uh,” Jin started. “It’s good.” Taehyung’s eyebrows pulled together, clearly wondering what had happened over the course of the night. When Yeontan started barking at the three of you to get some attention, you crouched down to play with the fluffy baby. As you cooed at the dog, giving him your full attention, you were completely unaware of the silent conversation happening between the two men right above you.

Taehyung raised his eyebrows and gestured at you, to which Jin shook his head and rolled his eyes. When you looked up at the two eerily quiet men, Taehyung was chewing on his bottom lip in thought as Jin was already staring down at you.

“Have you been out here all night?” You asked Taehyung with a small smile. “Jin told me he kicked you all out of the dorm,” you smiled. “It’s sweet, but I feel kind of bad.”

“Oh no, don’t feel bad, we’ve just been exploring and taking pictures,” Taehyung gestured to Yeontan and his camera.

You knew you probably shouldn’t have invited Taehyung to hang out with you and Jin, but the invitation just slipped out of your mouth. You always had a soft spot for Taehyung.

“Hey, do you want to walk with us?” You asked him. “I think we might go get some ice cream,” you added. Jin huffed next to you, however, when you reached over to grab his hand in yours, he didn’t seem to care quite as much about you inviting his member along. Taehyung’s mouth opened slightly as he looked over at Jin. “Please?” You asked, pouting your lips at both boys.

A sigh left Jin’s lips just before he nodded. “Yeah, join us,” he smiled kindly, relenting due to your cute pouted lips. He would work on confessing to you another time.

Taehyung smiled happily, nodding to accept the invitation. As you made your way to the ice cream shop, you and Jin didn’t even realize you were still holding hands, or at least simply didn’t mind it. However, Taehyung could barely contain himself with how cute he found it to be. “You two would make a really cute couple,” Tae cooed at you both, a proud smirk on his face. You and Jin both grinned shyly, a blush tinting both yours and Jin’s cheeks, though neither of you denied the comment.

Turning things light and playful again, you scoffed. “Well obviously we would, we are a couple of tens after all.” Your comment had both men giggling as Jin squeezed your hand in his.

After about an hour of walking around, eating ice cream, and joking with the two men, you decided to call it a night. Saying goodbye to Tae and of course Yeontan, you turned to Jin as Taehyung and the small dog escaped into the dorm. “Can we get breakfast tomorrow? I have practice, but I have a few hours before, and I really would love to get breakfast with you.” Jin asked you eagerly.

“Yeah, that would be nice,” you smiled softly. Jin nodded happily, pulling you into a hug.

“I’m really am sorry for not answering your facetimes,” he whispered into your ear as he ran his hands soothingly up and down your back. Bringing your arms around his waist, you huffed.

“For six days,” you reminded, making Jin chuckle into your hair.

“Stop,” he said through a breathy laugh.

“It’s ok, Jinnie. We all need time to think,” you nodded in understanding. Pausing for a moment, you squeezed your arms a little tighter around his waist. “But before I leave, I need to know that you really are ok.”

"I’m ok,” he assured you, kissing the top of your head. “I promise.” Nodding, you pulled away from him reluctantly, not really wanting to leave the warmth of his body against yours.

“Ok, so I’ll see you tomorrow morning. Normal time and place?” You asked him.

Nodding, he smiled softly at you. “Get home safe. Text me when you make it please."

"Yes dad,” you teased, making him roll his eyes as you turned away, waving at him cutely before disappearing down the hall.

As you made your way back to your apartment, Jin occupied himself with ripping into his members about their intrusion.

“You all are a bunch of asshats, you know that,” Jin lectured the four men, though Taehyung’s lecture was a bit more lenient. “I asked for one night,” Jin complained as he stalked off to bed.

The next morning, Jin was already at the small, rather unknown diner when you walked into the establishment. Very few people came to the restaurant, and the ones who did were well in their 60s, so it was the perfect place for you two to hang out and talk the morning away. When you appeared in his eye sight from across the diner, he straightened his posture, his eyes widening, a small smile forming on his lips. Waving at you, looking cute as can be, his eyes still slightly swollen letting you know he didn’t get a very restful sleep, you waved back, smiling like an idiot.

“Good morning, handsome,” you told him as you sat down across from him.

“Morning, beautiful,” he smiled. “I ordered you a coffee."

Immediately grabbing it, you took a sip before thanking him. "Didn’t sleep well?” You asked him, still holding the mug to your lips.

Smirking at you, he cocked his head. “What makes you think that?"

"Your swollen eyes are giving you away,” you responded with a small grin.

“Are you saying I’m not as handsome as usual?” He asked you with a growing smile, enjoying the teasing game you both were playing.

“No, I would never say that. Do you take me for a liar?” you shook your head, your smile growing as well. “You’re as handsome as ever. You just have swollen eyes.”

“Well, no, I did not sleep well,” he said as he sipped on his coffee.

“Why not?” You pouted, growing more concerned as you watched a nervous expression appear on Jin’s features.

“Too much thinking,” he explained, which was really hardly an explanation.

“Didn’t you have enough time to think over those six days you were avoiding seeing my face?” You asked him with a grin.

“Hey, I always want to see your face,” he informed you.

Smiling, you became more serious. “You know, if you want to talk about your thoughts, I’m all ears,” you assured him, hoping he would open up eventually with these thoughts he’d been having.

Nodding, he smiled. “Let’s order first."

Giving him a single nod and a close-mouthed smile, you opened the menu

"What should I get today?” You whined out. “What do I want? What are you getting?” You asked him, peering over the menu to meet his smiling expression.

“You’re cute,” he told you, adoration written across his face. “I think I want something sweet today,” he informed you.

“Mmm,” you nodded. “I don’t think I need anything sweet because you’re already sweet enough,” you winked at him, effectively making him bust up in a fit of squeaky laughter, his shoulders lifting in coordination with his laughs, his precious cheeks looking extra cute and squishy as he smiled widely.

“Did you just wink at me? Are you trying to kill a man?” He feigned offense. Giggling at him, he got lost in your smile, the sound of your happiness, the way your eyes crinkled, and he found himself blurting out his feelings for you. Well, he was on his way to…

“Y/n this is probably going to seem so random, but I think I’m in–” Suddenly, Jin was cut off by his phone vibrating against the table. Lifting the phone up to see the screen, he saw Jungkook’s contact name. Setting it back down, you followed the phone with your eyes. “It’s just Jungkook,” he informed you, to which you nodded.

“You don’t need to answer?”

Shaking his head, he looked at the phone and then back to you. “If it’s important, he’ll call again.” Taking a deep breath, he started again. “So, I’ve been–” The phone started vibrating again, however, this time, it was Jimin. “It’s Jimin.”

“That’s kind of weird, isn’t it?” You asked, concerned for his members.

Nodding slowly, he answered the phone. “Hello?”

“Jin-hyung, hi!” Jimin’s chirpy voiced echoed through the phone, loud enough that you could hear it, though not very clearly. “Are you at breakfast with y/n?"

"Mhmm,” Jin confirmed.

“Tell the Mrs. hi from me and Jungkook,” Jimin happily said.

“Jimin what do you need?” Jin asked, annoyance lacing his tone.

“You didn’t tell her hi,” Jimin stubbornly whined.

With a sigh, Jin looked at you. “Jimin and Jungkook say hi,” he told you with an apologetic look.

“Hi guys!” You cheerily greeted, making a smile crack Jin’s annoyed expression.

“Aw, she sounds happy,” Jimin cooed.

“She does?” Jungkook’s excited voice sounded in the background.

“What do you two want?” Jin interrupted their cooing over you.

“Hang on, we’re excited,” Jimin said.

“Jimin, is this important? Because if it’s not–”

“Yes, it’s important,” quickly interrupted, urgency in his voice.

“Ok, then what?” Jin asked, eyes wide and serious.

“Could you bring us back some breakfast?” Jimin asked innocently.

“Ok, bye,” Jin hung up the phone.

“What did they want?” You giggled at Jin’s comically exaggerated eyeroll.

“Food.” At that, your giggling increased.

“Ok, anyways, as I was saying–” The phone started buzzing again. Shaking his head, he rejected the call. Instead of starting to speak again, he waited for the next call, his chin resting in the palm of his hand, while you watched him in all his annoyance, thoroughly amused. The phone vibrated against the table, triggering Jin to pick it up tell them to “Stop calling me,” and then hung up again. “So, what I’m trying to say is I think I’m–”

“Hang on, I’m getting a call,” you smiled a big ass grin. Holding the screen up for him to see Jungkook’s name, Jin huffed. “Technically he listened to you, he stopped calling you,“ you teased. You knew Jin wanted to talk to you, but you also really wanted to mess with him. "I’m gonna answer it,” you told Jin as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Hi Kookie,” you greeted sweetly.

“Y/n, thank god you answered, we’re starving over here,” Jungkook whined into the phone.

“What do you expect me to do about that?” You laughed.

“Bring us something, please,” he begged, making you smile in amusement.

Looking at Jin, you bit your lip. “Let me ask Jin.”

“No,” Jin immediately said, not even letting you pose a question, eliciting a giggle from you. Jungkook heard Jin’s comment and whined about his mean hyung through the receiver.

“Aw, feed the children, Jinnie,” you said sweetly.

“No,” he said again, feigning annoyance, however he was enjoying the interaction between all of you.

“Our kiddos are hungry,” you teased.

“Stop,” he said simply, a grin tugging at his lips. Anytime he acted strict, you called him 'dad’ to tease him, and he knew that was coming.

With a sigh, you shook your head. “Sorry, Guk, dad said no.” Jin shook his head as a light chuckle left his lips, his eyes now directed to his phone instead of you as he typed something on it. Unknown to you, Jin was texting Jimin to let him know he hadn’t confessed yet.

“Ok, if you’re about to call him daddy, I’m out,” Jungkook told you

“Ew no,” you scrunched your face in disgust.

“Well some couples are into that,” Jungkook explained.

Couples? “Wait, what?” Suddenly you heard Jimin in the background of the call, telling Jungkook to stop talking.

“What, I’m trying to get us food,” Jungkook said to Jimin.

“Just look at this before you say anything else,” you heard Jimin say.

“He didn’t do it yet?” Jungkook’s voice echoed through the phone. “Why? Wasn’t he supposed to last night? That was the plan.”

“Jungkook, the phone,” Jimin whisper shouted.

“Shit.. uh, hey, y/n, bring us back some food, ok? Thanks, love you, bye,” Jungkook rushed before hanging the phone up quickly and suddenly.

Looking at your phone for a moment, you looked up at Jin, shrugging. “Well that was weird.” Shaking his head, he shrugged.

“It’s Jungkook and Jimin. They’re always weird,” he chuckled.

“Well I know they are, but, Guk called us–” After a moment of thinking, you decided not to tell your best friend that Jungkook called you a couple. What is with these maknaes suddenly acting like you and Jin are a couple or something? You didn’t dislike the idea of it by any means, it was just random. “Never mind. You’re right, they’re strange."

The rest of breakfast was normal, full of laughing, teasing, affectionate glances, and bickering. However, throughout the entire meal, your mind kept flashing back to Taehyung’s comment from the night before about you and Jin making a cute couple, and Jungkook basically calling you a couple that morning.

"Ok, I have to get going,” Jin frowned at you. “Unfortunately.” You nodded, picking up Jungkook and Jimin’s to-go orders, and even one for Taehyung (ya know, soft spot), and handing them to Jin.

“Give these to the babies,” you smiled fondly. “And thank you for breakfast."

"You know if you want to, you’re more than welcome to visit me at dance practice later,” he smiled shyly at you. “I’d like you there, but it’s up to you.” You usually didn’t visit Jin during dance practice, as you didn’t like intruding on the group.

Cocking your head, you smiled sadly. “Maybe we can just hang out tonight instead? I just don’t want to be a nuisance or anything."

"You could never be a nuisance,” he chuckled, “but yeah, tonight would be great. Maybe your place this time,” he suggested, obviously trying to avoid his members’ constant disruptions. Talk about a nuisance.

“Sounds good. Text me later,” you winked at him. “That’s just one for the road,” you teased, referring to your wink.

“You’ll be the death of me,” he told you dramatically as you both exited the restaurant and went your separate ways.

The “couple” comments kept replaying in your head. You had been in love with Jin for about a year, and you think you had feelings long before that even.

However, you never really noticed any sure signs that he reciprocated those feelings in any way. He was touchy and flirty, but that was just Jin. He’d been like that from the very start of your friendship.

But last night when Taehyung said you and Jin would make a cute couple, Jin didn’t act bothered by the idea. In fact, he continued holding your hand and just got a little bashful.

As for Jungkook’s comment.. now that was weird. Jungkook had never before called you and Jin out for being too touchy like the rest of the members had. If Jimin would have called you a couple, it would have been a normal conversation and you wouldn’t have even though twice about it. But Jungkook? That’s different.

Thinking over the events of last night, the dinner, Jin all dressed up, kicking the members out, the awkwardness with the rap line, Tae’s comment, and Jin repeatedly trying to talk to you about your friendship… and then this morning with his adoring gaze, the comments from Jimin and Jungkook, all over a cute breakfast date. And he kept finding excuses to see you, and he was getting nervous. And he blew off your facetime calls for six days to think… holy fuck. He was trying to confess. You knew it. As soon as the realization appeared in your mind, it so easily explained all of the awkward and weird, yet sweet and sincere moments over the past day.

Suddenly, you had the overwhelming need to see Jin. You needed to talk to him. Fuck worrying about intruding on the members, they had been intruding on you and Jin repeatedly, despite knowing what Jin was trying to do. That’s why they were all so awkward. They knew Jin was confessing, or at least trying to.

A bit later, you had made your way to the dance studio. Taking a deep breath, you pushed the dance studio door open just in time to see the boys do the final steps of the choreo, all falling to the floor, tired and out of breath. When Hoseok’s eyes fell on your reflection in the mirror, he whipped his head around to see you. “Hey, you actually stopped by for once,” he smiled happily.

All of the boys looked towards you, including Jin whose jaw nearly dropped to the floor. “Hey,” Jin smiled, slightly confused. “How long have you been here?”

“I just got here,” you explained. “Hey, could I talk to you for a minute?” Jin’s eyes popped open wide as he nodded, tiredly standing and making his way to you across the room. “Out here,” you gestured to the door. Jin nodded, pulling the door open for you, holding it open until you both exited the studio into the hallway. Abandoned on the floor a few feet away from the studio door sat a bouquet of flowers you had bought on your way there. Walking towards the flowers, Jin following closely behind. You bent over to pick them up, holding them in front of his face. “These are for you,” you smiled shyly.

“For me?” Jin was genuinely surprised. “Why?” He asked as a soft smile spread across his face.

“I know what you’ve been trying to—” Suddenly, you heard hushed voices sounding from a few feet away. Peering past Jin’s broad shoulders, you spotted six heads popping out of the slightly ajar studio door. "Oh my god, wow this is frustrating,” you told Jin. “Even you, Yoongi?” You shot towards the boys, Yoongi’s eyes widening in surprise. “Would you please mind your own business you damn hooligans, I’m trying to confess to my best friend,” you shouted at them, making them all scurry back inside the studio.

“Wait, confess?” Taehyung asked his members once the door shut.

“Wait, confess?” Jin asked you, his jaw practically on the floor. “To me? I’ve been trying to confess to you though.”

“Yeah, I know,” you smiled fondly.

“You know?” His cheeks flushed, tinting pink. “How long have you known?”

“Just since we finished breakfast. It all just clicked. I’m sorry I’m so dense, it should have been obvious to me last night,” you chuckled.

“Fuck, y/n, you’re not joking right?” He asked, shock etched through his features.

“You’re actually confessing to me right now?"

"Jinnie, I would never joke about this. Of course I’m confessing to you. How could I not fall in love with you?” You asked him sincerely, tears gathering in your eyes.

“You’re in love with me?” He asked, his own eyes becoming misty.

“I have been for a year at least, Jin. I’m so crazy in love with you–”

“May I kiss you?” Jin asked you, already leaning in. Nodding quickly, you were the one who closed the gap between you both, pressing your lips to his in a desperate, long-awaited kiss, your lips melding perfectly with his plump soft ones. Pulling away just the slightest bit, he smiled, his lips still ghosting over your own. “I’m in love with you too,” he let out a breathy chuckle.

“They kissed,” Jimin squealed, his voice echoing through the hallway as he peeked out of the cracked door. Chattering, hoots and hollers and coos all sounded in the studio.

“Wow, they suck,” you giggled against Jin’s mouth, threading your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him back into a kiss.

“They really do,” he smiled against your mouth as he kissed you back. “Hey,” he pulled away from you to hold the bouquet up next to his face. “Can you even tell the difference?” He smiled widely.

“Why am I in love with you?” You teased, wearing a fond smile.

“I don’t know,” Jin smiled. “But you can’t take it back now.”

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bottlecaprabbitgames · 5 years

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What types of clothing do the ROs prefer to wear?

Ahhh, thank you for asking this!!! I have been trying to decide how to describe the ROs clothing types, but I'm so worried I'll go overboard jwjfkwkfskd A few people I've talked to about it notice things irl differently than I do, so I'm always on the fence of how much detail to put in, like this for example.

Freja tends to wear loose, flowy tops with high-waisted pants or she will go for more business-y attire with a... what're they called, the business suits where the jacket sort of tucks into the pants' waist and shows off a long "V" of the woman's chest and stomach? Yeah, she wears those things.

Adontis likes to wear older formal wear or at least casual formal. He sometimes comes full-on with a silk shirt with a silver-buttoned greatcoat and snug-fitting dress pants and knee-high boots, while other times (especially when he's not trying to intimidate) he wears silk dress shirts or just very high-dollar designer dress shirts and well-fitting pants. His shoes range from the knee-highs to loafers, tbh. He usually prefers maroon, black, grey-scale, or earthy tone clothes.

Blake... has a sort of greaser-biker-bad boy thing going on? He goes from his black leather jacket and a tight (usually white or black) t-shirt and jeans to a t-shirt with a plaid long-sleeves button-up over it, left unbuttoned and rolled up to his elbows. Or he'll just go in a plain t-shirt, usually graphic ones if he has no overshirt or jacket on. He prefers dark-colored steel-toe boots or those real common light tan ones. (He sometimes tucks his t-shirts in, while other times not. Depends on his mood and if he's planning on being an especially flirty bastard.) (Where can I get my own Blake, gdi)

Fawn... hmmm. She goes back and forth between older Native clothing and modern day, tbh. Or, if she's going to be using her pelts, she's in her get-up from chapter 3 (she wraps her chest to make the tiddies not get in the way so much.) In modern wear... it's very lesbian-vibed, I'm ngl. T-shirts with plaid overshirts lefr unbuttoned, plaid overshirts left partially unbuttoned with no shirt underneath, t-shirts tucked into jeans or dark pants, or she busts out the good-quality form-fitting pants and borrows one of adontis's silk shirts. fans self

Loche.... is hard. They like to wear form-fitting t-shirts, sometimes with a hoodie or light jacket pulled over them; sometimes they'll pull on a long-sleeved v-neck, or a collared button-up long-sleeved shirt and leave the buttons around their neck undone. Their pants usually involve boot-cut jeans or just in general jeans. They usually wear steel-toe or combat boots or go barefoot. They usually prefer dark or earthy tone clothing.

Iris/Irien are FLASHY. They break out the pastels and gemtones (which looks bomb with their skin tone). Iris loves like... satin tops, wearing button-ups but leaving most of the buttons undone and just tucking the ends into her pants or tying them together. She also likes loose and flowy clothes, along with dresses that accentuate her body. Irien likes to wear partially unbuttoned button-ups, tank tops. Both wear loose-fitting shirts and tunics, plus those cute loose sweaters that kind of poof around your thighs.

Hope this helped you peeps picture them!!!

#mg:o #mind games #clothing #ro clothing style #greyspookask #asks

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yourtomwritings · 6 years

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More Than Friends

Summary: You and Tom have been chosen to star in Ed Sheeran’s new music video.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Word Count: 1488

Warnings: None really, just super fluffy!

A/N: This is for Kath’s Song Challenge (@upsidedownparker). I chose the song Thinking out Loud by Ed Sheeran! I’ve been contemplating on this idea and another, but finally chose this one! It’s my first time writing something like this, so please bare with me! Other than that I hope you all enjoy! :)

*Y/H/C = Your Hair Color

You and Tom have been best friends practically since birth, and have been attached to the hip ever since then. Anything you did, Tom would do and anything Tom did, you would do. When you were little you’ve dreamt of becoming a dancer, which then led you to take dance classes, which of course Tom took right alongside of you.

With many years of dance classes behind the two of you, you both felt inclined to try out for Ed Sheeran’s lead roles for his new song. The two of you tried out together and about a week passed before you both got the call letting you know you got the parts.

It was your first shooting day and you were in your dressing room getting ready for the first take. Your hairdresser spent almost an hour getting your Y/H/C hair to fall into the perfect loose curly waves. While your hair was being done, the makeup artist was applying a neutral makeup look on you in order to accentuate your eyes and your natural beauty.

“15 minutes everyone!” The director shouted out in the hall.

Once your hair and makeup were finished, you were handed an outfit to wear and were quickly ushered off to change into it. The producer then took you out onto the set. Your eyes scanned the entire room and you couldn’t believe how beautiful the set was. It was an elegant ballroom decorated with delicate white lights strung everywhere.

You turned your head slightly to get a better look of the room, but that’s when you locked eyes with Tom. He was dressed in black dress pants and shoes, a plain white (but very fitting) button up shirt, and a black vest to match. You bit your bottom lip gently feeling butterflies in your stomach as he began walking closer to you. Even though the two of you have been best friends for a while, you have always had the biggest crush on Tom, but never had the guts to tell him. You didn’t want to risk your friendship over what you thought was a silly crush.

“Hey Y/N, wow you look amazing!” Tom grinned from ear to ear. His eyes shifted from yours and slowly scanned over you from head to toe. You were wearing a beautiful white leotard dress that flowed down to just above your ankle.

“I can say the same to you, Tom” You blushed, feeling his eyes centered on you.

Before you could say another word, the director came walking out towards the two of you with Ed next to him.

“It’s really nice to meet the both of you!” Ed smiled, extending his hand out to shake Tom’s and your hand. “I don’t really have much input on your choreography, but for mood wise, I just want to capture the feeling of loving someone so greatly. Almost as if its been for your entire life, if that makes sense?”

Easy you thought to yourself. You have loved Tom for such a long time, it could be second nature to you.

“Other than that, let’s get started everyone! Places!” The director called out. You and Tom hurried into positions ready to start.

“And action!”

When your legs don’t work like they used to before

That was the cue for both of you to slowly start making your ways on to the wooden dance floor. You slowly sauntered your way there with Tom going the same pace as you. The two of you had your own spotlights following each of you as you both reached the middle of the stage floor.

Will your eyes still smile from your cheeks?

Tom placed his hands gently onto your waist, pulling you close against his chest. Your fingers grazed up his arm, slowly making its way to his cheeks. The two of you began swaying to the music before Tom outstretched his arm in order for you to spin away, so he could pull you back into his strong arms.

At this point you could feel his palms sweating as he held your small hand tightly in his larger ones, almost as if he was holding onto you for dear life. You gave his hand a small reassuring squeeze and your lips formed a small smile. Both of you continued to flow with the music and it led to you bringing your one leg into the air with a toe point as he dipped you, his hand purposely placed at the lower of your back turning you in a half circle.

“You’re doing great darling,” Tom whispered into your ear as he grazed your ear with his lips while bringing you back up to him. You felt a shiver run down your spine from the pet name.

Well me I fall in love with you every single day

Tom carefully picked you up with ease, your body wrapping around his front torso as he spun in a circle causing your hair to fly on to your face. When he put you down he tucked the loose strands of hair behind your ear, before gently rubbing his thumb along your cheek. Your eyes met once again, staring deep into each other’s souls as you went back to swaying.

You thoughtfully placed your hand on his heart and could feel it beating rapidly. His face was a light shade of pink, but you couldn’t tell if it was because of the dancing or the intimacy. Maybe it was both? Before the next line of the song went, you placed your head where your hand was a second ago. Place your head on my beating heart.

Tom took his index and middle finger and used them to tilt your chin up so you were looking at him. Being face to face with such affection made you rethink your crush. It wasn’t silly, it was real and you truly do love him. You looked from his eyes down to his plump pink lips and saw them curve into that oh so familiar smile you’ve grown to love. His hands made their way down to your waist, pulling you closer into him so he could tuck his head in the crook of your neck.

It was almost the end of the song which meant you and Tom had to make this the best ending. He took your hand in his, both of you being arms length apart. You jumped closer towards him as he jumped farther from you, still being hand in hand. Tom chuckled before he slid closer to you, intertwining your fingers this time. You both gently slid to the floor, smiling and giggling at each other the entire time.

Tom pulled you on top of him, glancing between your dazzling eyes and your light pink lips. His right hand made its way up to your cheek, stroking it gently, while his left hand was still intertwined with yours.

And we found love right where we are…

With the last lyrics of the song being played, Tom leaned up and kissed you passionately on the lips. You were shocked at first but didn’t hesitate to kiss him back, your lips moving perfectly in sync. It felt more than just right, almost like he was the missing piece to a puzzle. Everything in the room seemed to disappear, it felt like it was just the two of you together, alone.

“And cut! Great first take everybody!” The director yelled, with his hands cupped around his mouth in order to make himself louder.

“I-uh, I’m sorry about that.. I’m such a div,” Tom muttered, being brought back into reality. “I really hope that didn’t freak you out, I’ve just always wanted to-”

You cut his ramble off with a gentle kiss, feeling him smile into it. “It’s okay, I’ve always wanted to, too.”

“Y/N, I really like you. More than just friends, love. I’ve wanted to tell you for the longest time.” He confessed, gently taking your hands into his, helping you up from the floor. You wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him in for one more kiss.

“I know me too, Tom. I’ve been to scared that it would ruin our friendship if you didn’t feel the same way.”

“I love you, darling.” Tom whispered gently, leaning his forehead on to yours. You could hear the sincerity in his voice. This wasn’t just some ‘I love you’ you would both say to each other as friends, it felt like there was more behind it.

“I love you too.” You giggled, looking up into his deep brown eyes.

After the first take, Ed was in the corner observing the two of you and talking with the director. He chuckled to himself, watching the both of you. He believed he truly did pick the best two people for this video. People really do fall in love in mysterious ways he thought to himself.

#kathsongchallenge #i really hope you like it #i think its fluffy #Tom Holland #Tom Holland imagine #Tom Holland Imagines #Tom Holland blurb #Tom Holland blurbs #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland x y/n #thinking out loud #upsidedownparker #spiderman #spiderman x reader #spiderman x you #spiderman x y/n

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avengers-nextgen · 6 years

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Scorion Smut: Breaking in The Bed

For you @mug-full-of-classic-rock

— — —

Scout was eagerly changing from his sweaty suit having returned from a mission. The red leather could get especially hot and suffocating when he wasn’t flying. His hair was wild from the wind and it’d gotten so annoying at its previous length that he’d decided to

cut a few inches off. His logic being that short hair was better for the summer and long hair better for the winter.

James had rolled his eyes when Scout explained the decision to him and insisted, “Buddy, a hair cut needs no justification.”

Running a hand through the tangled locks, Scout hung up his coat and shirt in the locker. Collecting a towel he headed to the adjoining room of showers and slung it over the towel rack.

Humming to himself he located the soap he preferred from the cabinets below the sinks and set it aside. Slipping off his boots and tucking his socks inside he made sure they were out of reach from any additional shower spray.

“Welcome back,” The voice startled Scout but he didn’t have to look to know who it was. “How’d it go?”

“Fine. Piper and I escorted the transaction line without a hitch.” Scout explained making sure his shoe laces were even. He hated when one was longer than the other. “What were you up to?”

“Training,” Orion replied. As Scout straightened two sturdy green arms pulled him back into an embrace. Orion’s skin was warm and his heart still hammered with lingering exertion. “James kicked my ass.”

“Not surprised,” Scout snorted, “he’s a tricky one. He definitely has his mother’s skill.”

“Seems to be true.” Orion noted, resting his chin on Scout’s head. “Organizing things?”

“Yes, but you interrupted.” Scout remarked. ��I have a specific routine.”

“I know,” Orion smiled, “but I like hugging my boyfriend!”

To accentuate his teasing Orion pulled Scout closer leaving no space between them as he lifted the other boy from the ground. Scout found it impossible to pout and instead played along by squirming to get free.

The both of them laughed for a bit until Orion stopped and Scout’s slowly died off. “Okay put me down now.”

“As you wish.” Orion set Scout firmly on the ground once more.

“You’re not as giggly. How come?” Scout asked, undoing his belt only to drop it. Mumbling a curse to himself he knelt down to collect it before hanging it beside his towel. “Orio-“

He noticed his boyfriend standing oddly still as he observed Scout in his routine. His hands were clasped in front of himself and he rocked back onto his heels. “Still here. Don’t worry I didn’t skip off. I know you hate it when you end up talking to yourself.”

“Right. As I was saying...” Scout grinned, ”you’ve been less giggly lately and I think it’s because you lost one of your favorite cassettes. So I convinced Piper to let me pick something up for you on the way back. It’s in my locker if you want to grab it.”

Scout turned the water on waiting for it to get warm. Once more he was hugged from behind. “You’re too sweet. How did I get lucky?! I have to get it!”

“Statistically it would take some time to figure out...” Scout’s train of thought slowly wandered away as he felt something press against him from behind.

“You okay?” Orion frowned spinning Scout around to face him.

Scout’s cheeks were bright red as he stammered a reply, “Uhm...situation below.”

Orion arched a brow and followed Scout’s eyes down to his crotch. “Oh my god. I am so sorry. Shit that’s embarrassing.”

Scout watched Orion run a hand through his hair and hop around trying to get the nervous energy out. “It’s okay. Is...is that why you were standing like this?”

Orion watched Scout mimic his stance from before causing his cheeks to flush a dark green. “Um...yeah. I didn’t want to say anything. You just got back and when you started squirming around...it’s an accident I swear.”

“Don’t apologize.” Scout shushed Orion with a hand slapped over his mouth. “It’s natural. I read about it.”

“Of course you did.” Orion mumbled from behind Scout’s hand. “Just forget about it.”

“No, it’s okay. I mean it. Showering can wait.”

“But your routine.”

“Is second to you.” Scout insisted, shutting off the water. “Now, where to?”

— — —

Orion had gotten a new ship for his birthday and it currently resided in the hangar. He escorted Scout inside and over to the door leading to his cabin room. “It hasn’t exactly been used before. This whole thing is brand new. So I don’t know if it’s comfortable.”

“It’ll be fine.” Scout promised. “Besides, what better way than to break things in together...right?”

Orion blushed again. His boyfriend was horribly good at making naive comments with dirty contexts. “Yeah. You’re right.”

“Besides, blue sheets were a good choice. It looks nice with green.” Scout remarked, looking at the neat bed. “Sky blue is good too-“

Orion knew had to shut Scout up before they spent the rest of the evening talking about color patterns. He pressed his lips to Scout’s and the other boy responded quickly.

His hand hooked into Orion’s hair tugging lightly at the strands. Already aroused Orion became more aware of the need burning in his gut. Just Scout’s proximity and the smell of sweat, books, and fresh air was enough to send Orion’s heart a flutter.

Normally things progressed slower, but Orion wasn’t going to wait anymore. He’d been patient long enough just getting Scout here and letting him ramble for a few minutes. Picking the other boy up with ease he pushed Scout back into the cool metal framing of the wall.

His hips set to work with a mind of their own already pushing against Scout’s with a vengeance. The fabric of his pants chaffed against his thighs and the growing bulge.

Scout took a second to recover from the initial surprise before kissing Orion so hard their teeth nearly knocked together. He captured a soft green lip between his teeth giving it a gentle tug.

While Orion was quick to arouse, Scout was always slower. His brain had such a hard time focusing, that even during times like this it was hard to earn his full attention.

But Orion had a few tricks up his sleeve. He’d learned awhile ago to engage Scout early on. It locked Scout’s focus onto the situation at hand before it was too late. Setting Scout down, Orion spun the boy around and pressed into him. Having an idea of what his boyfriend was up to Scout braced himself. He carefully placed his palms against the wall as Orion’s hand snaked around his front. Slender green fingers dipped into his waist band and pressed on in search of their prize.

A shiver ran through Scout as Orion’s palm came to a stop before kneading into soft tissue and muscle. He tried to keep a grip on the things around him, what was about to happen, and how he needed to stay grounded for a clear mind. But Scout’s brain was growing foggy.

In a matter of seconds he found himself gripping at Orion’s hand through the fabric of his pants-that still needed to be hung up with the rest of his suit-and pressing it harder against himself.

Scout let out a rather embarrassing whimper as Orion withdrew his hand. He knew why though, it was getting tight and he needed the space lest it hurt, but he felt bare now.

Orion shifted his hands to grip at Scout’s hips as he pushed harder against his lover. “Scout, I’m ready when you are.”

The sound of Orion’s husky voice in his ear made Scout weak at the knees. He knew Orion wasn’t going to be able to wait much longer. Alien genetics had changed a lot about his anatomy.

Orion’s reflexes were quicker, his sight was better, etc. But there was more. Space reproduction was extremely different than earth reproduction.

Orion had told Scout a long time ago that on most planets they lived by earth’s animal kingdom mating rituals. The man or woman most likely to reproduce, with the best genetics, and likelihood to survive was the prized mate. To earn the right of betrothing them you had to be impressive. The bigger, badder, flashier, and handsomer people won.

Essentially, competition was high in space, not to mention Orion’s species was practically extinct, and thus evolution had given him what all human men dreamed of: 5 cm X 8 inches.

Morale of the story, Scout had learned his lesson after the time Orion ripped his pants. He didn’t want it to happen again for Orion’s sake. The poor boy had been so embarrassed he cried.

Scout turned to face Orion and with shaking hands he undid the button and zipper to his boyfriend’s pants. Orion didn’t bother to hide his sigh of relief as the pressure subsided.

Both boys shimmied out of their clothes and Scout scooped them from the ground starting to fold them nice and neat. Orion laughed lightly and took the clothes from Scout’s hands, “Later babe. Okay?”

“Oh yeah,” Scout nodded, “sorry.”

“It’s alright,” Orion smiled, trailing a thumb over Scout’s cheek, “I know how you work, and I love it.”

Scout blushed and stammered out nothing but nonsense in response. “Thanks...”

Orion chuckled and pressed a light kiss to Scout’s cheek running a hand down from the other boy’s chest to its previous location. Scout still wasn’t quite ready. “Stop thinking, just let it all go.”

“It’s hard.” Scout sighed.

“I know, but let me help. You trust me right?” Orion held Scout’s gaze until the boy relaxed, and nodded. “Just relax. I’ve got you.”

Scout took a deep breath and let it out as Orion gently massaged him once more. Nearly a minute later and Scout was thrusting eagerly into Orion’s hand having given up on composure.

Orion lifted him up once more and gently settled Scout on the bed. He then laid down as well making himself comfortable before Scout moved to straddle him. Orion gently traced the pathway of Scout’s spine, watching a shiver pass through his muscles.

“Go slow until you’re ready,” Orion reminded him. He couldn’t see Scout’s face but the boy nodded. It would take a lot of self control on Orion’s part but Scout needed to go slow for his own benefit.

He watched Scout dip low until the slightest amount of contact was made. Once sure of himself Scout relaxed ever so slightly and pushed himself down just short of three inches.

Scout was tight, and Orion was forced to grip the sheets in tight fists to keep from thrusting upwards. Holding his breath, Orion waited impatiently for Scout to move again. Once adjusted he sunk lower, but it still wasn’t enough.

Sensing his boyfriend’s frustration Scout placed a hand on Orion’s thigh and let calming energy course into him. Sighing in relief Orion relaxed letting Scout take his time until he was fully settled.

“I’m okay,” Scout sighed, tracing a shape on Orion’s thigh. Orion smiled as he sat up and captured Scout’s neck into a kiss. Wrapping an arm snuggly around Scout he laid back down bringing the other boy with him.

Scout tilted his head letting Orion make artwork of his neck as green fingertips coasted over his stomach. They brushed their way downwards in no particular hurry until Scout took hold of his hand, and placed Orion’s palm against his hardened shaft.

Scout held back a moan as Orion’s hand encircled him, the warmth of his palm only making Scout ache more. Orion did nothing at first seeming to enjoy the position and merely ran his thumb lazily over Scout’s tip.

It was only when Scout grew frustrated and rocked back into his lover that Orion took action. He responded with a short forceful thrust of the hips and a tightening of his grip.

Scout groaned pushing away from Orion and into his hand. Orion refused to respond knowing very well that Scout preferred it this way. Instead, he focused on his own need.

His free hand grasped hungrily at Scout’s hip where his nails dug lightly into the skin. One thrust turned to two which devolved into many. Orion abandoned teasing Scout for the moment and flipped the boy over onto his stomach.

“Or-Orion remember what happens when you go...first.” Scout grunted.

“Shit...I know.” Orion whined, slowing his ministrations. “Stupid alien genetics.”

“It’s alright.” Scout laughed faintly. Orion sighed, and closed his eyes for a moment trying to calm himself. Pressing a tender kiss to Scout’s shoulder blade he allowed the other boy to rise to his knees.

“You first.” Orion whispered. Even at the slightest touch Scout was already arching forward in a desperate search for friction.

Taking his lover in hand, Orion pumped up and down at a steady pace varying the tightness of his grip. Scout clenched his teeth muffling a groan as he picked up the pace. “Tell me when to stop.”

Scout nodded, unable to formulate much of anything at the moment, and just before he came he told Orion to let go. The boy did as he was told.

Scout sucked in deep breaths of air and closed his eyes for a minute or two. When Orion thought he was calm enough he enclosed Scout once more. This time though, he moved excruciatingly slow with nearly a vice like grip. The technique was new and Scout found himself moaning far more than he had before.

He was thrown off his guard so much he didn’t ask Orion to stop. Instead, Orion obligingly picked up the pace until Scout was practically throwing his full weight into each thrust.

Orion noticed the tensing of muscles in Scout’s shoulders and back. He was close. Biting lightly at Scout’s shoulder Orion slowed suddenly and tightened like before. As he pushed his hand up for the second time Scout tightened and a gravelly cry came from his throat.

Warmth spread across Orion’s hand but he quickly withdrew it and wrapped his arm tightly around Scout to keep him from collapsing. “Agh, s-sorry.”

“I got you.” Orion assured him as he eased Scout down onto the bed. He waited patiently allowing his boyfriend to recover before hesitantly thrusting again. When Scout didn’t protest Orion eagerly gained momentum.

No matter how hard he tried it was as if he couldn’t go deep enough. At one point Scout tightened around him and Orion dissolved into a string of curses. Scout was only growing tighter around him with each thrust.

Scout took matters into his own hands when he pushed roughly back into Orion sending the other boy over the edge. He tried desperately to keep thrusting but the deed was done. He wouldn’t be able to budge for an hour or so.

He hadn’t known why that was the case the first time around, but Scout had done his research. It was compatible to the mating of wolves, where the male locked the female to further ensure the chances of a successful mating session.

Scout winced in pain and it was the only thing that drew Orion from his drive.

“Sorry,” Orion stammered. “Here.”

Orion carefully moved them away from the mess on the bed standing while Scout sleepily held onto him like a little monkey. Tossing aside the top covers to be cleaned later Orion settled them beneath she sheets.

Wrapping his arms snuggly around Scout he pulled the other boy closer until there wasn’t any space between them.

— — —

Scout woke up to the sound of footsteps. He was aware that Orion was no longer there due to the empty feeling in his gut. He rolled over to spot Orion moving about in his boxers tidying up the place with care. “Hey.”

“Hey,” Orion grinned, glancing over at Scout who was rubbing sleep from his eyes.

“You cleaned up.” Scout remarked.

“Yeah,” Orion laughed bashfully, scratching at the back of his neck, “it’s a thank you for helping me break the bed in.”

#avengers #avengers next gen #marvel #black widow #captain america #mcu #natasha romanoff #pepper potts #romanogers #scarlet witch #orion quill #scout maximoff #scorion #scorion smut

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littlemisskookie · 5 years

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i’ve been working on this bad boy!JK fanfiction based off of a song I love and this is what I have so far. Tell me your thoughts so far. I already have it storyboarded.

"Oh, you must visit us in Morocco! We got a summer home there not too long ago, and it's absolutely divine!"

"You don't say? We were thinking about visiting there! It was between there and Budapest."

"I went to Budapest not too long ago, actually. Remember when I was telling you about Belgium?"

"Belgium? I remember Prague..."

"Oh yes! Prague, that's it. Well, it was the trip after-"

"Oh, that boy! I told him to dress for the occasion," the Senator's wife scowled. She smiles towards you and your mother. "If you'll excuse me."

As soon as she scurries away, you turn to your mother, eyes wide with wonder. "Who's that?"

Your mother gives a judgemental stare to the boy as he's approached. "The Senator's son- Jungkook. You grew up with him when you were about toddlers."

"So he's some baddie rock star?"

"I'll see you in a bit, Mother. I do believe I have to acquaint myself," you say, sliding away with ease.

"Y/N!"

"Hey," you say, giving the coy smile you had mastered so long ago. "Jungkook, right?"

"That's me," he says, taking your hand to bring it up to his lips, winking at you. "And who do I have the pleasure of meeting?"

"I don't think I'll be forgetting you again any time soon," he says, a smirk on his lips.

You giggle at that. "So what brings you here? Doesn't seem to be your kind of scene."

"I get that," you nod. "My parents have been pushing me most of tonight to find myself some new boyfriend here."

"And why haven't you? I'd figure a gorgeous girl such as yourself would have no problem."

"I'm talking to him."

He smiles at that. "Good move, princess."

"Who do you think you're calling princess?"

"Oh? What would you like to be called, then?"

"Is that why you're wearing black? So the blood won't show up?"

"You're wearing red- it'll do just as well."

"Touche. No fighting tonight, though. Wonderbread can't even handle a nosebleed."

"Lead the way then, Y/N."

You're happy to do so but already find yourself cringing as Wonderbread catches up with you before you can leave. "Hey! Y/N! Where are you going off to? The party's just started"

"Jungkook and I are just going to get some fresh air," you assure him, trying to smother the rising feelings of annoyance as well as the urge to groan.

"Jungkook, huh?" Wonderbread looks him up and down, eyes squinted, glaring at his appearance. "The senator's son?"

"That's me," Jungkook says in response.

"You don't look like the type," Wonderbread mutters.

"You mean boring?" Jungkook snorts, giving his own dirty glance up and down Wonderbread's form.

"What are you insinuating?" Wonderbread's face was already getting red. It was always so easy to offend these sorts of guys. They could dish it, but not take it.

"Why I oughta-"

"I think now's a good time to get that fresh air!" you say, pushing Jungkook off in the direction of the balcony. "Right, Jungkook?"

"Let go of me, please."

"I said let go of me." You try to pull your arm back, but he stays firm.

"Why don't you just listen to me and stop for a second. Guys like that will just hurt you. They hurt everyone around them, including themselves. They're scum-"

"I said-"

"Don't be an idiot and stick with your own kind."

"If you don't let go of me right now, I'll scream. I don't care," you grit.

You turn on your heel, marching over to the balcony, leaving Wonderbread far behind you. Jungkook's waiting for you, leaning on the railing.

"Are you ok? I saw some of that back there. I wanted to help, but I didn't want to go all 'Alpha Douchebag' like other guys. Besides you seemed to be able to handle yourself at the end."

You huff, brushing your hands through your hair. "I'm able to defend myself once in a while. I'm not some damsel in distress."

"Never said you were, princess. And trust me when I say I'm no white knight."

"That's why I'm here with you instead of Wonderbread."

"No one with a personality spicier than flour would want to stick around with Wonderbread," he responds.

"You've got a point," you huff. "Guys like him are hard to shake off."

"It's not hard to see why. You're gorgeous and rich, double whammy," Jungkook winks.

You groan. "God, not you too. Besides, you're one to talk. You waltz in here, dressing like sin, son of the senator no less, and you don't expect girls to fawn over you?"

"Who said I didn't expect it?"

"So you followed me out here because you see me as a provider, huh?"

"Did you invite me out because you saw me as a trophy?"

"No." He shakes his head, his locks bouncing as he did so. It was strangely attractive.

"Well if I just wanted a provider I'd stick with Wonderbread. He'd be more than willing to 'provide' for me."

"The only thing softies like that can't provide is an orgasm," he bluntly says.

You burst out laughing at that. "Oh my god, don't-"

"I'm just saying," he chuckles. "Besides, it's not all that bad. So you're hot and rich- boohoo. First world problems, am I right?"

"I know, I know, I'm privileged but- God, it's annoying."

"It's just a few guys who want to marry you- what's the big deal?"

"If it helps, I think your tits are great as they are."

"Did you listen to anything I said?"

"Why aren't you out here trying to win a trophy, anyway?"

"Instead the thickness of their cocks?"

He winks. "Now you're thinking like me."

"So you got outside perspective and chose to follow that instead of a life that would've provided you with everything?"

"What can I say? I've got passion for things outside of elections and sexism."

"Let me guess- you're in a rock band, ride a motorcycle, and play guitar," you roll your eyes. "Color me impressed."

There's a moment of silence, and you turn to him, finding him bashfully stunned. "No shit! You're actually all of those things?"

"I'll have you know I own a guitar shop along with the band. Have to pay the bills somehow."

"Yeah yeah, you've made your point, princess."

"I mean, I thought I was a bit of a parent's worse nightmare when it came to youthful rebellion but you're the icing on the cake," you continue. "Fuck, you'd piss my parents off."

"Getting turned on by the thought of it, little girl?" he teases, trying to get you to back down, quirking a brow at your amusement.

"You know it," you flirt back, tugging at his belt, fueled further. "I love nothing more than showing them I'm more grown-up than they realize."

"Oh?" He starts to take you seriously, gulping. "I would've figured a Daddy's girl like you would've loved pleasing her parents."

"I'm your type?"

"You're weird about that, huh? I knew some girls were into this whole look, but I wouldn't have figured it was for the same reason as you."

"All girls who are attracted to guys like you are attracted for the same reasons," you muse. "Daddy issues."

"Makes sense," he hums. "But I'm not all that dreamy, princess."

"Oh? Explain."

"I drink."

"Vodka I hope."

"I also smoke. Weed."

"Better than vaping like the 'cool kids'."

"I'm broke."

That's the one that takes you by surprise. "How's that? You're the senator's son?"

"Well, what do you think I'd use Daddy's card for?" you say. "It has been gathering dust..."

"God, you're serious about this," he laughs. "I'm on a fast track of getting a rich girlfriend and I didn't even have to lift a girlfriend. I'll have to start calling off my other girls soon enough."

"Not quite," you say, pressing your finger against his lips. "There's one thing that'll prevent me from dating a guy like you- no matter how appealing you may seem."

His brows furrow in a state of confusion. "And what's that, princess?"

"So what does that boil down to?"

"It boils down to the fact that I wouldn't fall for someone like you."

"Charming?"

"Sleazy."

"Handsome?"

"Generic."

"Dangerous?"

"Extremely."

Jungkook chuckles at that. "I don't think you'd be able to choose whether or not you fall for someone, princess. I've been told I'm quite irresistible."

"I'm sure you are- but I made my choice the moment you stepped through those double doors," you smile, tapping his nose. "I'm not going to be another broken heart. That I guarantee."

"Oh, you read too much fanfiction. What Harry Styles fanfiction gave you this mindset? The Bad Boy's Rich Girl?" He laughs. "I see it now. I assure you, baby, I'm a lover, not a fighter."

"I can handle fighting. I was raised in it. A lover like you isn't what I need."

"Are you sure? I'm confident in my loving abilities."

"Ha," you flatly say. "Sure you are. Choke me, baby."

"Give me the safe word first, baby."

You roll your eyes. "You're no good for me."

"Poison."

"You'd break my heart."

"Like so many others'."

"You'll call me?"

"At 2 AM."

"God, you're sleazy."

"You love it, baby."