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clandestine. | 02

↳ forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest.

◇ jungkook x reader ◇ smut | fluff | brother’s best friend!au ◇ 7k [2/6]

notes: looks like it’s a writing/editing kinda day, folks! hope you enjoy this installment, and let me know what you think!

warnings: jk’s massive noona kink: a recurring yet warranted warning, jeon jungkook is a goddamn tease, smuuuut, oral (f receiving), jk’s got a big dick whoOPS, minimally edited bc i’m feeling lazy

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Morning brings with it bright sunshine and fresh horror as the events of the previous evening come rushing back. You aren’t sure you’ll ever be able to look Jeon Jungkook in the eye again—or at least, not without being reminded of the way he’d plagued every single one of your dreams with devilish eyes and even more devilish fingers. Groaning, you scrub at your temples, as if that will help dispel the memories. After a few fruitless moments, you crawl out of bed and head for the bathroom, intent on washing everything away with a good, cold shower.

Try as you might, though, you simply cannot avoid your dark-haired neighbor. You’re in the kitchen sipping at your second coffee of the day and debating what you want for lunch when there’s a knock on the front door—a familiar rhythm that has your heart stuttering. “It’s open!” Jimin yells from the living room, and a moment later, the devil himself strolls in, wearing a plain black t-shirt with ripped jeans and well-worn Timberlands. Vaguely, you wonder when he made the switch from white tees to black, but your musings are cut short when he spots you in the kitchen, an impish grin settling across his face.

“Hey, Noona.”

“Hey.” You thank whatever god may be out there that your voice is steady. “Jimin’s in the living room.”

Jungkook tilts his head coyly and takes a step forward. “What makes you think I’m here for Jimin? Maybe I came to see you.”

Anxiously, you swallow down the memories of his warm hands that are trying to resurface. “I highly doubt that.”

“Really?” Jungkook takes another step forward and plucks the coffee mug from your hands. “What if I came over to finish what I started last night?”

Heat floods across your face. “That—that was… I mean, I don’t—”

“You don’t what?” Jungkook asks, raising a brow. “Want me? Because I’m pretty sure that’s a lie, Noona.” Quietly, he closes the last bit of distance between you, and when he speaks again you can feel his warm breath fanning across your cheeks with every word. “You see, I think you want me. Just as much as I want you. Am I wrong?”

“Jungkook, we—”

“Dude, what’s taking you so long?” Jimin’s head suddenly pops around the doorway, and you nearly jump out of your skin in your effort to put some distance between you and your dark-haired neighbor. “I’m about to start the game without you.”

“Just wanted to grab some coffee and say hi to {Name},” Jungkook replies, raising your half-empty mug to his lips and taking a sip. “Did you want to join us, Noona? It’d be fun to watch you kick Jimin’s ass at Mario Kart again.”

You swallow, hard. “I can’t. I’ve got homework to do.” Not strictly true, perhaps, but you’d been planning on looking over the details of your internship again at some point, and now seems as good a time as any. “Sorry,” you add quickly, seeing Jungkook’s disbelieving expression.

“Summer homework? Gross.” Jimin pulls a face. “You’re still coming to Tae’s party though, right?”

You nod, unwillingly catching Jungkook’s eye again. He’s still sipping at your coffee, and you don’t miss the flagrant wink he shoots you over the rim of the cup. “See you later then, Noona,” he says, his voice practically a purr.

“Right,” you respond dully, your heart skipping a beat at the dark promise in his stare. “Later.”

Jimin and Jungkook disappear down the hall, but you remain rooted in the kitchen for a few minutes longer, listening as the music of whatever video game they’ve decided on starts playing from the living room. Heaving a sigh, you fetch a new mug from the cupboard and pour yourself some more coffee, grabbing an apple and a bag of chips as well. Taking everything up to your bedroom, you pull out your laptop and make yourself comfortable on your bed, plugging in some headphones to drown out the noise from downstairs. With any luck, you won’t have to see Jungkook again until you have to leave for Taehyung’s party, and you’re pretty sure that it’ll be easy to avoid him once you’re there.

In fact, you’re certain of it.

So with that thought in mind, you settle down with your coffee and open up Netflix, sinking into the pillows and pushing your dark-haired neighbor into the deepest recesses of your mind. It isn’t until your phone starts vibrating insistently against your thigh that you are startled out of your binge-watching, the screen lit up with two new notifications. Surprised, you realize that hours have passed, the sky outside your window deepening into the hazy blue of nighttime.

[6:02pm] Jungkook: you hungry, noona?

[6:02pm] Jungkook: for pizza, i mean. we ordered dinner

[6:03pm] Jungkook: but i’ll be your dessert if you want me ;)

You drop your phone as if burned, his final message playing over and over in your mind. It takes you a full minute to gather your wits again, stowing your device in your pocket without responding and carefully picking your way downstairs. Already, you can smell the cheesy grease, your stomach growling in anticipation.

Just grab the pizza and go, you think to yourself, formulating your escape plan and double-checking it for any holes. Dine and dash.

You’re walking past the foyer when there’s suddenly a knock on the front door. Curiously, you answer it, swinging it open to see a familiar grinning face standing on the doorstep. Lee Taemin is a good friend of Jimin’s, and your brother pokes his head out from the kitchen at the sound of your greeting, clearly expecting the new guest.

“Taemin! Get in here and have some pizza,” Jimin says, his mouth full. “You too, Noona. We got plenty.”

Instead of immediately heading for the food, Taemin wraps you in a hug that has you wheezing for air. “Long time no see, huh? How’ve you been?”

You squirm in his tight embrace, raised to your tiptoes. “Put me down, you heathen. I’m fine right now, but I won’t be if you suffocate me.”

Taemin chortles good-naturedly and releases his grip, ruffling your hair. “Good to see you too, {Name}. Honestly, it hasn’t been the same around here without you. How long are you back for? The whole summer?”

You shake your head. “Just a couple weeks. I’ve got to get back for an internship.”

“Already a hotshot, huh?” Taemin grins. “What are you going to be doing?”

The topic of your summer job is a welcome distraction from the way Jungkook’s dark gaze trails after you as you tread into the kitchen alongside Taemin, slapping two slices of pizza onto a plate and glancing around for a napkin. You can feel his eyes boring into the back of your skull, prickling your skin with electricity, but continue your conversation with Taemin as if nothing is amiss.

“You gonna sit down or what?” Taemin gives you a quizzical glance as he pulls a chair out from the table, joining Jimin and Jungkook who are already seated. You do your best to ignore the way Jungkook’s jaw flexes with every chew, somehow managing to look infuriatingly handsome despite the mouth full of dough and pizza grease staining his chin.

“I—” Your mind whirs, searching for the excuse you had planned. “—I still have some work to do. Reading and whatnot.”

“Nerd,” Jimin snorts.

Taemin shrugs. “Okay, then. Suit yourself, I guess.”

Jungkook doesn’t say anything. But you feel his eyes burning into your skin as you head back upstairs, and it isn’t until you are safely back in your bedroom, sagging against the closed door, that you can finally breathe properly again.

///

You end up departing for the party nearly twenty minutes after the official start time of eight o’clock, caving to Jimin’s insistence on being fashionably late. Personally, you think he just wanted the extra time to work on his hair—making sure every strand is perfectly, effortlessly tousled—and call him out on it as he locks the front door behind you.

“I didn’t spend that long on my hair,” Jimin sniffs defensively. “Besides, you’re the one who needed to run back in and get your wallet. What do you even need your wallet for? We’re walking like, four blocks.”

“Better safe than sorry,” you retort. “What if I get murdered and they need to identify my body? What if I get mugged? You never know!”

Taemin falls into step beside you. “What if we need to tip a stripper?” he chimes in.

You nod and raise your hand for a high-five without taking your eyes off your brother. “Exactly! You have to tip your sex workers, Chim!”

Jimin waggles a suggestive eyebrow. “I think I’d rather give them a different ti—”

You push him off the sidewalk before he can finish speaking, pulling a face as he stumbles into the street in a fit of laughter. “Don’t you dare finish that sentence, you perv!”

The remainder of the short walk to Taehyung’s house passes uneventfully. Jimin doesn’t bother knocking, throwing open the door like he owns the place, and you trail after him with Taemin and Jungkook on your heels. Immediately, you’re assailed by a cacophonous sea of conversation and thumping music, people milling around in the dimly lit interior.

“There you are!” The voice comes from your left, and you barely have time to register the speaker’s face before she’s gasping and engulfing you in a hug. “{Name}, you made it! Hi!”

You laugh, squeezing her back. “Hi, Chaeyoung. It’s good to see you. Sorry I didn’t catch you at graduation.”

“Oh please,” she says, waving you off. “We have all the time in the world to catch up now. Let’s get you away from these boys and find you a drink, shall we?” Flipping a lock of strawberry blonde hair over her shoulder, she loops her arm through yours and begins steering you toward the kitchen. “So what are you in the mood for? The beer’s shit, so I’d stay away from anything in the cooler, but everything else is actually drinkable.”

“Shocking,” you remark, peering at the mess of bottles and cups lining the kitchen counter. There’s a massive bowl of a horrifyingly neon green concoction as well, and you take one whiff before backing away again, nose wrinkling in disgust. “I see Tae’s still making punch.”

“I wouldn’t touch that if I were you,” Chaeyoung advises. “He’s somehow managed to make it twice as sugary and three times more alcoholic than last year’s. Pretty sure it’s worse than moonshine at this point.”

You grin and locate an empty cup, raising it in her direction. “Thanks for the heads up.”

Chaeyoung refills her own drink, and you settle on a simple blend of cranberry juice and vodka. Together, you head back in the direction of the living room, where Jisoo and Lisa are chattering away on a couch in the corner. They look up at your arrival, greeting you with smiles and hugs, and quickly usher you into a seat beside them.

“So,” Jisoo begins, leaning forward. “How’s college?”

“Tell us everything,” Lisa adds, propping her chin in her palm. “Is it nice living away from home?”

Jisoo waggles her brows. “Forget that. Have you met any guys?”

Unbidden, Jungkook springs to the forefront of your mind, dark eyes staring at you from beneath equally dark hair as he leans down, down, down—

“Nope!” you blurt before your thoughts can progress any further. “I mean, I share a suite with a couple guys, but that doesn’t count.”

“Are they cute?” Lisa prods.

“They must be more mature than these high school boys,” Chaeyoung sighs.

“Hardly,” you snort. “Don’t get your hopes up.”

The gossip continues. More people arrive as the night wears on, the living room filling up with dancing bodies. A few girls you don’t know join in your conversation, perching on armrests and ottomans and the carpeted floor as a last resort. Across the hall in the dining room, you spot Taemin setting up a table for beer pong, a triumphant shout going up when Taehyung procures an unopened package of balls from somewhere in the hall closet.

“This is gonna be tournament style, got it?” he announces as he tears the package open. “Winner goes up against the undefeated champs—Jungkook and Yugyeom!”

Even from your comfy seat on the couch, you can see the arrogant twist of Jungkook’s mouth as he leans over to give Yugyeom a high-five. You can’t tear your eyes away from the way he tongues his cheek, lounging back into a chair to watch the first round of the game. Jimin steps forward alongside Taehyung, and you watch as your brother scrutinizes the pyramid of cups, poised to make a throw that lifts his shirt just enough to expose a flash of his admittedly toned abdomen.

“He wore that shirt on purpose,” Jisoo accuses, and you huff out a sound that’s more snort than laugh.

“Please, it’s just the only shirt he owns that isn’t dirty. Trust me.”

“I don’t even care,” another girl you don’t know the name of pipes up. “I’d still let him blow my back out.”

You grimace. “And on that note, I suddenly need another drink,” you announce, to giggles. Wrenching out of your cozy seat between Jisoo and Lisa, you wave your near empty cup in farewell and make your way toward the kitchen, carefully skirting around the dancers and beer pong spectators spilling out into the hallway.

The kitchen is deserted when you walk in, everyone having flocked to the dining room to watch the beer pong tournament. Humming along to the music, you open up the fridge and survey its contents, hoping to find something decent. Curiously, you pick your way past a few cans before turning a dark glass bottle around to read the label.

“Are you avoiding me, Noona?”

The voice comes from behind you, deep and sinfully resonant, and you don’t even have to turn around to know that he’s standing just inches away. His breath ruffles through the hair at the nape of your neck, sending gooseflesh prickling across your skin, and when strong hands curl gently around your hips you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding.

“I missed you, y’know,” he continues, his mouth finding its way to your ear and nipping lightly at the lobe. “You didn’t talk to me all day, even though I was right there in your house. Ran like a scared little rabbit when you saw me in the kitchen, didn’t you?” Softly, his lips ghost along the column of your throat, pressing a kiss to the junction of your neck and shoulder. “So, now what? Are you gonna run from me again?”

You don’t think you could if you tried. Your feet are rooted firmly in place, your entire body frozen as you await whatever he’ll do next. And when he urges you to spin around and face him, you obey immediately, your hands coming up to splay against his chest as he presses even closer and rewards your compliance with a kiss.

“Jungkook,” you breathe against his parted lips. “Jungkook, god.”

Slowly, he trails down your neck, leaving soft nips in his wake. “Yes, Noona?”

“We can’t,” you whisper, even as your head falls back to allow him more access to your clavicle. “Jungkook, we can’t do this.”

Your companion raises his head then, his dark gaze meeting yours. “Tell me to stop,” he says quietly. His thumbs dip beneath the hem of your shirt, rubbing circles into the soft skin of your waist, and you inhale sharply at the feeling. “If that’s what you want, Noona, just tell me to stop and I will. I promise.”

He’s palming along your hips now. The warmth of his palms seeps into your body, rendering it increasingly difficult to concentrate. His mouth returns to your neck as he awaits your answer, and you don’t miss the way his lips curl into a smirk against the delicate skin of your collarbone when you hesitate a moment too long.

“Well, Noona?”

Fuck it. Your arms wind around his neck, pulling him closer until there’s no space left between your bodies. “Jungkook, kiss me,” you breathe, throwing all remaining remnants of caution to the wind.

Jungkook straightens up to his full height, his smirk widening. “Anything for you, princess,” he remarks before leaning down, winding one hand in your hair and finding purchase in the curve of your waist with the other. The newfound pet name ignites a tendril of heat in the pit of your belly, and when Jungkook finally closes the gap between your lips, you release a breathy moan that he eagerly swallows. The hand in your hair tightens its grip to pull you even closer, tongues and teeth clashing as he deepens the kiss.

It’s only when the need for air becomes critical that you break away from him with a gasp, your lungs aching. Jungkook isn’t faring much better, his chest heaving beneath the thin white material of his t-shirt. He releases his grip on your hair, his thumb grazing across your cheek gently instead, and when he leans in to plant another kiss on your mouth, you exhale shakily. “God, Jungkook.”

His arm tightens around your waist. “What do you need, princess?” he asks, and you can’t deny your delight at his continued use of the nickname. His teeth find the lobe of your ear again, and you release a breathy moan as he delivers a particularly sharp nip to the soft flesh before pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the sensitive spot just below it. “Tell me. Tell me, and I’ll give it to you. I’ll give you anything you want.”

You slide your hands along his broad shoulders and up to his nape, brushing the silver hoops in his ears before tangling your fingers in his silky hair. “You’re teasing me.”

Jungkook clicks his tongue and pulls away, your arms falling uselessly to your sides as he takes a step back. “I just need to hear you say it, Noona,” he chides, his voice leaving no room for disobedience. “I need to hear you say that you want this. That you want me.”

A shiver dances up your spine, and you aren’t sure whether it’s due to his wicked lilt or the sudden absence of his body heat. “I want you,” you whisper, reaching out to touch him. “Jungkook, please.”

The smirk that spreads across his face is absolutely devastating. “Then come with me,” he commands softly, taking your hand and lacing your fingers together. You leave behind the thumping music and the loud chatter of the party, allowing Jungkook to pull you into one of several rooms lining the hallway and squeaking when he shuts the door and immediately pins you against it. His mouth slants across yours, hot and urgent, and you moan into the kiss as your hands fly up to grip his shoulders.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted this?” Jungkook breathes, pulling away just enough to whisper the words against your lips. “Fuck, princess, look at this tiny little skirt you’re wearing. You’ve been killing me all night, you know that?”

He punctuates the words with another kiss, nipping harshly at your bottom lip. His hands slide down to the curve of your ass, and you gasp when he scoops you up effortlessly. “Legs around my waist,” he orders, readjusting his grip as he begins walking you further into the room.

It’s the laundry room, you realize upon closer inspection. Jungkook’s busy mouthing at your neck, but he breaks away with a smirk when he finally reaches his destination, plopping you down atop the cool metal of the washing machine. “Shame there’s nothing in here,” he remarks, kicking the side softly. “I really wanna fuck you with this thing running one day. But for now…” His smirk widens, his hands settling on your knees. “This’ll do.”

In an instant, he’s pushed up your skirt and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of your panties, tugging them down and off your legs. He drops to his knees, smoothing his hands along your inner thighs, and your cheeks flush when he urges you to spread them further. “Jungkook—“ you mumble, thoroughly embarrassed as he stares reverently at your exposed core, his tongue swiping across his bottom lip. “Quit staring at me like that.”

“I can’t help it,” he murmurs, leaning in and pressing a soft trail of kisses along your thigh. “You’re so beautiful, Noona.”

“You…”

You trail off, unsure of what to say. What do you say when your little brother’s best friend is staring at you like you’re a desert oasis and he’s been wandering, dehydrated, for days? What do you say when the scrawny neighbor kid you’d grown up with is caressing every inch of your legs, soothing the soft skin with his fingers and lips?

What do you say when you realize, once and for all, that Jeon Jungkook is undoubtedly—unabashedly—a man now?

You swallow, hard. Jungkook is nearing your core now, his hair tickling your thighs, and you gasp when he slides a finger up your slit experimentally. “You’re so wet,” he breathes. “So wet, and so—” He touches the pad of his finger to his tongue, grinning up at you as he laps up your essence. “—delicious. Fuck. You’re the best thing I’ve ever tasted.”

And then he leans forward, boldly licking a stripe up the length of your entrance. Strong arms wind around your legs to hold you open, and when he shoves his face even deeper, his nose brushing against your clit, you let out a strangled whimper. “Fuck, Jungkook—”

The sound of his name draws a pleased hum from the young man nestled between your thighs, rumbling through his chest and straight to your core. Your walls clench, but Jungkook stubbornly refuses to dip his tongue inside. Instead, he teases at your folds, spreading them apart with two fingers and licking ardently at your leaking juices before kissing a short trail up to your clit. “Can you cum like this?” he asks curiously, thumbing across the sensitive bundle of nerves.

His answer comes in the form of a breathy gasp, your hips jerking upward to seek out more friction. Jungkook chuckles and obliges your silent request, dark eyes flickering up to meet yours as he begins rubbing slow circles around your bud. “Guess that’s a yes,” he murmurs, pressing yet another kiss to your thigh. His gaze remains locked on yours as he rubs a little harder, dragging your juices up from your slit and digging in deep until you are moaning aloud, your hands coming down to fist in his silky hair.

“I-I’m close,” you keen. “Please, Jungkook, please.”

Jungkook hums and leans back. At the same time, he slides two fingers inside you, curling them upward, and the sudden surge of fullness is more than enough to tip you over the edge. His name escapes your lips in a garbled moan, your walls spasming around his hand as he continues teasing your clit, drawing out your orgasm until you finally whine from oversensitivity and bat him away. Obediently, he withdraws, rising to his feet so that he towers over you once more.

“Holy fuck,” he murmurs, staring down at you with an expression caught somewhere between awestruck wonder and unbridled hunger. “You’re so pretty when you cum. So pretty and perfect and—” He swallows, his throat bobbing harshly. “God, I need to fuck you. Can I fuck you now, Noona? Will you let me stretch open this pretty little pussy and fill you up with my cock?”

Your breath hitches. Never in a million years could you have imagined that your brother’s mild-mannered best friend could have such a filthy mouth, but you cannot hide the way your core clenches at his words. Slowly, you raise your arms, winding them around his neck to pull him closer. “Yes,” you whisper, brushing your lips against his. “Fuck me, Jungkook.”

A groan escapes him, deep and cavernous in a way that sends heat spiking through your veins. Jungkook doesn’t waste any time, his mouth chasing after yours as one hand finds the back of your head, pulling you into a bruising kiss. The other slides down to the waistband of his jeans, freeing himself from the confines of the denim. He doesn’t break the kiss for a moment, even as he grabs your hips and pulls you closer. It isn’t until you’re seated on the very edge of the washing machine, wrapping your legs around his waist to steady yourself, that you pull away and let your gaze fall to his newly revealed cock. Jungkook is long and deliciously thick, and you let out a shaky breath when you see the pearlescent white drops beading at the swollen tip.

“Oh my god.” The words bubble up automatically, escaping you in an airy whisper. “How are you so big?”

Jungkook huffs out a hoarse chuckle, amusement glittering in his dark irises. “Think you can take all of me, princess?”

Your gaze falls down to his length again, your tongue darting out to wet your lips. “Put on a condom, and let’s find out.”

Jungkook grins and produces a little foil wrapper from somewhere in his back pocket, tearing into it with his teeth. You help him roll the condom over his cock, and as soon as it’s in place, he’s lining himself up and pushing inside you. A deep groan escapes him as he parts your walls inch by torturous inch, and you moan as your pussy is stretched to its limit, molding to his shape and sheer size. By the time he bottoms out, he’s almost prodding at your cervix, and you grab breathlessly at his bicep.

“I—I need a minute,” you gasp, your body spasming around him as you fight to adjust to the surge of fullness.

“Me too,” Jungkook rasps, his voice strained. His eyes flutter shut as he inhales deeply through his nose, cursing again when you clench around him unconsciously. “Fuck. You’re so tight.”

For a few moments, there’s only the sound of Jungkook’s labored breathing, his head falling forward to rest on your shoulder. His breath is hot against the exposed skin of your clavicle, and you sigh when you feel him mouthing at the delicate skin, nipping softly before soothing across it with his tongue.

At the sound, Jungkook raises his head, dark eyes meeting yours before dropping down to where the two of you are joined. “God, you look so good like this,” he murmurs, licking his lips. “So pretty, stuffed full of my cock.”

You clench around him again—this time more purposefully. Jungkook’s mouth falls open, a silent question on the tip of his tongue, and you answer it with a deliberate roll of your hips, wordlessly encouraging him to move. Gingerly, he obeys, retreating until only the head of his erection remains inside you. His hand drops down to your clit, and you keen out his name when he surges forward at the same time he flicks his thumb across the sensitive nub. Pleasure licks at your spine, replacing the discomfort. Jungkook lets out a pleased hum.

Slowly, he works up a rhythm, keeping his thrusts shallow as he begins rubbing circles around your clit again. With his other hand, he slides the straps of your top down your shoulders, tugging the bodice down just enough to free your breasts. Your nipples harden at the exposure, and a moan escapes you when he immediately takes one between his fingers, rolling and pinching at the peak. The additional stimulation, paired with the heavy drag of his cock along your walls and his insistent thumb on your clit, has you teetering dangerously close to the edge, your tummy tensing.

“Jungkook—” you whimper, your nails digging into his shoulders. He grunts in response and picks up the pace, rolling even more fervently up into your clenching heat, and you gasp when a particularly hard thrust sends you scooting backward atop the washing machine. “Fuck! I’m close, Jungkook.”

“Me too,” he grits out. “Come on, princess, cum for me. I know you can do it, just let go for me one more time—”

And with one final flick of his wrist and a thrust that’s so deep you can practically feel him in the back of your throat, you come completely undone, spasming wildly around his cock. It all proves too much for Jungkook, who’s groaning right alongside you as he reaches his high, spilling into the condom. He chants your name like a prayer as his hips gradually still, and his lips seek out yours almost instinctively as his cock softens inside you. The kiss is lazy and languid, contentment settling in your veins. Jungkook wraps you up in a warm embrace, his tongue dipping inside your mouth to explore.

It isn’t until a loud cheer rises up from the front of the house that you snap out of your blissful haze. “We should get back to the party,” you mumble into the kiss, pushing against Jungkook’s chest when he only pulls you closer. “Jungkook, come on. People are gonna get suspicious if we’re gone too long.”

“You know what else will make people suspicious? You, coming out like that.” He gestures at the skirt hiked up around your waist, a slow smirk playing at his lips as he gives you a once-over, his gaze lingering on the wet sheen streaking your inner thighs. “As much as I’m enjoying the view.”

You swat his arm. “Stop that!”

Jungkook snickers and bends down to pick up your discarded panties, swinging them around his index finger. “Stop what?”

“Oh my god, Jungkook.”

Cackling, he returns the lacy undergarment to you, watching as you pull the material up your legs. You adjust your shirt while he disposes of his condom, and when you hop off the washing machine, he offers you a hand that you gratefully accept, gripping his arm as you steady yourself on shaky legs.

“You should leave first,” you tell him, smoothing out the wrinkles in his t-shirt and relishing the way his muscles twitch beneath your fingertips. “It’ll look weird if we leave together, and I need to pee, anyway.”

Jungkook grins and catches your wrists, swooping down to plant a quick kiss on your mouth. “As you wish,” he says, offering you a playful wink.

Then he’s straightening back up to his full height, checking his pockets and running a hand through his mussed hair. You watch as he walks over to the door, putting his ear against it for a few seconds before determining that the coast is clear and slipping out into the hallway. As the door clicks shut behind him, you hear someone—you’re pretty sure it’s a drunk Yugyeom—greet him with a resounding clap on the back. “Dude, where have you been all night? We’re getting our asses handed to us. Minho and Taemin are winning.”

“Sorry, man,” Jungkook half-shouts, and you realize that he’s making sure you can hear him. “Come on. Let’s go get that crown.”

Leaning against the door, you listen as their voices recede down the hallway. You count to five, and then to ten when your thumping heart refuses to slow. At nineteen, it finally calms down—enough that you feel comfortable leaving the laundry room and slipping into the bathroom to clean yourself up.

There’s a massive crowd gathered in the dining room by the time you rejoin the party, and you easily slip unnoticed into the mass of people eagerly watching the final round of the beer pong tournament. Jungkook stands at the far end of the table beside Yugyeom, poised to throw.

He catches your eye at the same time he releases the ball with a flick of his wrist, a knowing smirk settling on his face as triumphant cheers break out all around you.

///

It’s well after midnight by the time the party begins to wind down. Chaeyoung and Lisa are nowhere to be found, and several other girls are lingering near the front door saying their goodbyes before heading out. You find yourself seated on the couch between Jimin and Minho, watching as the latter helps clean up by hurling beer cans at the wastebasket on the other end of the room.

“Man, no wonder you suck at pong.” Jungkook walks into the room and plops down on an end table, a faded cardboard Burger King crown sitting rakishly on his head. “Want me to show you how the champs do it?”

Minho snorts. “Fuck off, man, you barely won that second game. Besides, we totally would’ve won if Taemin hadn’t spent half the time staring at Lisa’s tits.”

Taemin, who’s perched on a corner of the coffee table, raises his hands innocently. “Hey, don’t look at me. I scored most of the points that round.”

Minho huffs irritably and tosses another can at the wastebasket, cursing when it bounces off the rim. Taehyung wanders in and picks it up, throwing it back at Minho before squeezing into the miniscule amount of space between you and Jimin on the couch.

“Jesus, Tae,” you grunt, shifting to give him more room. The movement tilts you toward Minho, smushing you against his side, and he shoots you a playful grin and a wink.

“Cozy?”

“Cozy,” you confirm with a laugh.

“Good,” he says, freeing his arm and throwing it across the back of the couch to give you a little more space. “It’s nice having you around again, Noona.”

Jungkook’s head whirls around so quickly you fear he might have given himself whiplash. His stare zeroes in on Minho’s arm, eyes narrowing at the proximity, but the other boy remains blissfully unaware as he leans back against the couch cushions. Subtly, you lean forward, trying to put some distance between your bodies.

“It’s nice to be back,” you tell him. “It feels like I missed so much, but at the same time, it’s like nothing’s changed.”

“Choi’s aim sure hasn’t changed,” Yugyeom remarks from the doorway with a handful of empty beer bottles. “Still can’t land a shot, even after all these years.” Raising a bottle, he hefts it toward the wastebasket, smirking in satisfaction when it sinks perfectly inside the can.

“And not just with pong,” Taemin goads. “How did things go with Sana again?”

Minho rolls his eyes. “Like you’re one to talk. Besides, we’d all probably stand a better chance if Jeon over there would leave some girls for the rest of us.”

“You’re just jealous because Sana likes him better than she likes you,” Taehyung says with a snicker. “Yo, Jeon! Didn’t you guys make it to third base at Jackson’s party?”

Your stomach sinks as all eyes in the room turn to Jungkook, whose eyes go wide at the sudden attention. “What?”

“Sa. Na,” Taehyung repeats, emphasizing each syllable. “Hottest girl in our year? Third base at Jackson’s? Or are you having a hard time remembering since you wound up leaving with Jihyo?”

Yugyeom chortles as he plops down onto the carpeted floor. “Fuck, man, I forgot about that. Jesus. Just last year you were still shitting yourself at the thought of talking to a girl. Who knew you secretly had so much game?”

The room is beginning to feel stifling. Every breath you take feels like you’re inhaling ash, like a volcano that has lain dormant for ages has suddenly and without warning erupted inside your chest.

He’s playing you. And even worse, it seems that this is a game he’s played before—many times, if his friends are to be believed. Your stomach turns at the thought.

From his perch on the end table, Jungkook scoffs out a stilted, staccato note. “Right. I guess any nonzero number would seem high to you guys, huh?”

Loud jeers break out from the surrounding boys, and you do your best to melt back into the couch cushions. The way you’re squished between Taehyung and Minho makes it impossible for you to find any leverage to stand, so you settle for leaning your head back and staring at the stucco ceiling, willing your heartbeat to slow. Gradually, the noise of the party fades into the background, as do the voices of your brother and his friends. It’s only when Jimin pokes your shoulder, singsonging your name, that you break out of your trance.

“What? Huh?”

“The lake house,” Jimin says, looking at you as if you’re stupid. “You down?”

You can only blink at him, repeating the words back to him dumbly. “The lake house?”

Jimin raises a brow. “Yeah, the lake house. You know, our lake house? The one we drive up to every summer? Where we’ve been vacationing since we were like, five?”

You scowl when he pinches your cheek like you’re a child again. “Yeah, I got that. What about it?”

A snort. “Jeez, have you been listening at all, Noona? We’re talking about going up there for a few days.”

“Oh,” you croak. Unwillingly, you find yourself glancing over at Jungkook, your face growing warm when you see him staring right back, his expression careful and composed. “Right.”

“You should come, Noona,” Taemin pipes up. “You’re here for the next few weeks, right? Might as well have some fun.”

“I don’t know—” you begin, but Jimin cuts you off with a raised finger and another pinch to your cheek.

“You can’t just do homework the whole time you’re here,” he says. “Come with us, Noona. Live a little.”

“It’ll help get your mind off your internship, too,” Jungkook remarks softly. “You deserve a break. Just a few days won’t hurt.”

The fact that he remembers your internship woes shouldn’t make your heart lurch. You know it shouldn’t, but you can’t help the way your chest swells dangerously. “Fine,” you concede, reaching over Taehyung to pinch Jimin’s cheek in retaliation. “I’ll come, I guess.”

Taehyung and Taemin cheer, and Minho wraps his arm around your shoulder and squeezes you tight. “We should invite the other girls,” he points out, chuckling when you splutter for air in his ironclad grasp and try in vain to shake him off. “Don’t want it to be a total sausage fest.”

“Penis party is a much better term,” Taehyung interjects helpfully. “It’s alliterative.”

“You want alliterative? How about a cock carnival?” Jimin supplies, before doubling over in giggles.

You huff, exasperated at the ludicrous turn in conversation. “I can’t believe I’m coming with you guys.”

Minho snickers. “Title of your sex tape,” he jokes, punctuating it with a suggestive eyebrow waggle that sobers your brother up immediately. Jimin straightens up and fixes Minho with a glare, and despite your brother’s smaller stature, the older boy still shrinks back slightly.

“Dude, that’s my sister.”

Minho raises his hands apologetically. “Sorry, sorry. Automatic response. My bad.”

You just roll your eyes. “Are you twelve? God. I don’t know how the girls put up with any of you.”

Gradually, the night draws to a close. The number of people milling about dwindles, and Taehyung fiddles with his phone, letting out a satisfied hum when he finds the playlist he wants. The music transforms into something low and smooth, the soft R&B beat filling the room. You feel your eyes begin to droop.

“We should probably head home,” Jimin says, stretching his arms lazily overhead. “Noona here has to get her beauty sleep, and I don’t feel like carrying her back if she falls asleep here.”

“Shut up, Chim,” you mumble, but there’s no real bite in your tone. Jimin just chuckles and stands up, tugging on your hand until you’re on your feet as well. Jungkook straightens up too, and together, you bid farewell to the others and head for the door.

“{Name}, wait a second.”

You turn at the sound of Jisoo’s voice, tilting your head curiously as she lays a gentle hand on your arm and ushers you off to the side. “Yeah?”

Jisoo casts a furtive glance around the hallway, lowering her voice to a murmur. “I see what’s going on with Jungkook,” she whispers once she’s sure the coast is clear.

You stiffen, your mouth opening and closing a few times before you manage to find your voice again. “You… you saw us?”

She nods. “He’s been watching you all night—it’d honestly be harder not to notice. I just…” She sighs and looks around again, missing the relief that must be etched across your expression as her gaze lingers on where Jungkook and Jimin are loitering by the door. “…just be careful, okay? Jungkook—he’s changed this past year. I mean, I don’t know if all the rumors are true, but… he’s not the same guy you probably remember. He went out with Chae for a few weeks, did she tell you that?”

At your look of horror, she sighs. “Figures. She hides it well, but I know she’s still torn up about how he ended it after they slept together. So watch out for him, okay? He’s a heartbreaker. And he never, ever stays until the morning.”

Every word that leaves her mouth stings, but you don’t let that show on your face. Instead, you force a smile and pat her hand reassuringly. “Don’t worry about me,” you tell her. “I’m not going to get involved with him.”

You repeat that to yourself the whole way home, trying not to focus on the young man a few paces away and the way you can still taste him on your tongue.

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krreader · 3 years

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BTS scenario → eating you out while you’re doing a livestream.

pairing: bts x celebrity!reader fandom: bts warnings: oral sex ; language genre: smut word count: 1.4k+

a/n: oooh, I love request like this where the tables are turned!!! I hope you enjoy it too bb

kim seokjin

The craziest thing that Seokjin and you have done when it came down to sexual stuff was sleep with each other at his parents place, so that should give everyone an idea that this, what was happening right now, was totally not him.

You had no idea what had gotten into him when he suddenly walked into your room while you were doing a livestream and pulled a stunt like this one.

You had narrowed your eyes at him, but had decided not to pay too much attention to him so that none of your fans would get suspicious.

But your eyes widened so much when you felt the bed dip, when he pushed your legs apart and kissed your clothed clit over your underwear.

“I uh..-“ you laughed, but that quickly turned into you gulping down hard when he pulled down your panties and fully began eating you out, “I’m fine, guys, just..-“

Every time you suppressed a moan, you would let out a laugh and at one point your fans were genuinely concerned. You acted like a crazy person.

“Actually, how about we continue this tomorrow? I just remembered something really important. I’ll announce it on my Twitter, okay? Bye, guys!”

And as soon as the phone was away, you pulled him up by his hair and tried to look at him with anger in your eyes, but you were too horny now to do so.

“I read the comments,” Jin defended himself as he wiped over his mouth with the back of his hand, “I just wanted us both to remember who your boyfriend is.”

Your mouth dropped a little, then you rolled your eyes and fell back into the pillows, “Well then.. why don’t you finish what you started, Seokjin?”

He grinned and returned to eating you out.

min yoongi

Yoongi was in the bedroom with you when you had started your VLIVE, but he was sitting at your desk watching a movie, so that he wouldn’t disturb you.

It was only when he heard you giggle, that he pulled down his headphones and turned around in confusion.

“Aw, you’re so sweet.. but you’ll need to ask my parents for permission if you want to marry me,” that, and the way you blinked into the camera with your seductive look and you biting down on your lower lip made him get up and cross his arms in front of your chest, giving you that: “Are you fucking kidding me?” look.

He hated when you flirted with your fans. He hadn’t done that since you and him had started dating, but you apparently forgot about that unspoken deal that you had rather often. And now you were doing it while he was in the room? Absolutely fucking not.

So what did he do?

He reminded you of who you belonged to.

In the sweetest way ever.

Quite literally.

Yoongi loved the taste of your vagina, he’d rather eat you out every night than you giving him blowjobs, just because you tasted so fucking good.

This time he enjoyed it even more, though, because he could tell how hard you tried to keep it together and act like nothing was going on. But see, Yoongi had become a master in oral sex and there was only so much you could handle.

You had no other choice but to abruptly end the VLIVE at one point, because you couldn’t hold the moans in anymore and you needed both of your hands to bury them in his hair and push and pull on his head as you were cumming against his mouth.

jung hoseok

This was payback and you knew it.

You had done the same fucking thing two weeks ago, had interrupted him during a VLIVE by giving him a blowjob under your desk and now he was doing the exact same thing.

He made sure that the camera wouldn’t pick him up walking in, then crawled over to you and settled between your legs after he pulled down your underwear.

“Uhm.. you guys, I think I need to end this..-“ but Hoseok bit down on your clit, telling you that no, you weren’t allowed to take the easy way out, just like he wasn’t. You had to keep going like he had and endure it, “I mean.. why not do a few more minutes, I love it here with you, after all.”

Hoseok grinned and kissed your inner thigh with approval, before swiping his tongue through folds, making you grab a fistful of his hair.

Oh, he would enjoy this like you had enjoyed it the last time.

kim namjoon

Namjoon had watched your VLIVE right from the start and at first he had been hyping you up so much, pressing the heart button like there was no tomorrow when you showed off your dancing skill.

But this? What the fuck were you doing there, grinding on the floor like you were bouncing up and down on his dick? Was this VLIVE or OnlyFans?

He had been waiting for you to finish in the room next door since you’d drive the two of you home together later and had waited for you to sit down against a wall and just talk to your fans.

And as soon as you did, he waltzed into the practice room, locked the door and completely ignored your confused looks.

To be fair, you didn’t stop him from undressing your bottom half and you most certainly didn’t stop him from sucking down on your clit.

When you were performing - or practicing - like before, it always helped you to visualize the feeling that you wanted to bring across. For the performance before, you wanted.. sex. And what better person to think about than your boyfriend?

Good thing that you were still out of breath, because the heavy breathing that Namjoon caused you could very well be you still being out of breath from dancing before.

But it wasn’t. And only the two of you would ever know the truth.

park jimin

This was supposed to be a fun night for you and your fans.

A movie night with them through VLIVE, where you’d all watch a movie together.

But see, maybe you should have done this at your dorm and not at you and Jimin’s apartment, because your boyfriend quickly got tired of you continuously talking throughout the movie.

So what did he do?

He shut you up, the only way he knew how.

“(Y/N), why are you so quiet all of sudden?” you let out a nervous laugh after having read the comment, “I’m just trying to focus, guys.”

But not on the movie, on trying not to moan as Jimin was devouring your clit and you were guiding him to where you needed him most.

“I’m enjoying this a lot, you know?” you said into the camera, but Jimin was the one nodding, you feeling it by the way his short stubble rubbed on your clit, “I hope we can do this more often.”

Yeah, he didn’t hate this either.

kim taehyung

This was supposed to be a trip for only you and him, but Taehyung leaves for 20 minutes to get you something from the store that you desperately craved and this is what you end up doing? A fucking Instagram live for your fans?

No fucking way.

He wouldn’t share you with a million men on this trip. Not this time.

You sat up a little straighter, immediately intimidated when your boyfriend took off his jacket and threw it over the chair, then rolled up his sleeves.

It was like your intuition knew what was about to happen and you.. let it.

It didn’t take more than a minute before you suddenly ended the VLIVE and fully gave in.

“I’ll make you beg for it tonight, baby girl,” he whispered against your clit in his low voice, gently placing a kiss against it to make you moan, “It’s what you deserve after that bullshit.”

You loved him when he was like this..

“Yes, sir.”

Good thing you ended that livestream when you did. Otherwise, you’d be top news tomorrow morning.

jeon jeongguk

Jeongguk had always wanted to do something crazy like this, but you had always been too much of a pussy, too afraid that someone might see or hear.

He’d obviously never force you to do something that you didn’t want, but this was all you.

You were the one that spread your legs when your boyfriend walked in completely naked, straight out of the shower with his wet hair.

This wouldn’t be such an unusual sight, but you were doing a VLIVE and you still did that.

Jeongguk let out a quiet chuckle and pulled on your ankles so that you’d be on the edge of the bed and he could comfortably eat you out.

“This is a lot more comfortable,” you said as you closed your eyes for a second, “Let’s enjoy each other for a bit more..”

Everyone enjoyed themselves that night, but you, the most.

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aestheticseungmean · 3 years

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Ateez Reacting to catching their S/O (who isn’t Korean) singing one of their songs

How would Ateez react if they caught their s/o (who isn't Korean) singing one of their songs? - requested by @kpop-4-ever

Hongjoong-

Hongjoong is already happy that you jam out to his songs

So when he heard you singing along to their songs in Korean, he died a happy man

He’d wait until the song was over to make his presence known

Hongjoong would be a man of many compliments on your pronunciation as he himself is learning English

He definitely cuddles you after an Ateez song marathon

The music thumped through the apartment as Hongjoong opened the door. Almost immediately, he recognized the sound of Mingi’s rapping, making him smile. He wanted to surprise you by coming home early, but it seems like he can wait a little longer before letting you know he was home. The door to your shared bedroom was cracked, allowing him to see you dancing and singing along to Thanxx. Hongjoong chuckled quietly, leaning against the doorway and opening the door a little more, wondering where he got such an adorable s/o.

The song faded out and you paused the music to get a drink. Hongjoong clapped and cheered, startling you. “H-Hongjoong. How long have you been there?” “Enough to see your cute little performance.” A bright red blush spread across your face as Hongjoong made his way over to you, pulling you close by your wrist, and kissing your head. “Your pronunciation was really good!” “I’ve been practicing so I can sing along with you,” You confessed, making Hongjoong smile. “How about we sing the next song together?”

Seonghwa-

This boy loves you with all his heart

He knows you try to learn new words for him

Finds it cute when you mispronounce words and get frustrated

He’s a soft baby who’ll correct you and then cheer you on when you finally say it right

So when he heard you practicing with his part in Inception, his heart combust

You were huddled up at the desk, romanized lyrics to Inception pulled up on your screen, with your headphones plugged in as you repeated Seonghwa’s part. Your original plan was to surprise him, but you were adamant in getting the pronunciation correct first. Seonghwa smiled as he saw you at the desk, ready to sneak up and hug you. He had missed you, so much so that he planned a whole last minute date in the living room with take out and everything. Feeling good about your next round of practice, you rewinded to one of Seonghwa’s lines in Inception and easily glided through it stopping Seonghwa in his tracks.

“One more time, then I’ll be ready.” You played the song from the beginning, singing the parts you knew. Seonghwa held back a chuckle when you perked up, ready for his part. As it came on, Seonghwa sang along with you, scaring you. You quickly paused the video and clutched your chest. “PARK SEONGHWA! DON’T SNEAK UP ON ME.” “I’ll call you up to sing my part when I don’t feel good,” Seonghwa teased. “It’s not even that good,” You huffed, closing your computer. “Not good, my ass. That was perfect! I’ll tell you how good it is over dinner,” he cooed.

Yunho-

Bub was just minding his business when Fireworks came on in the car

You squealed forgetting you were in the car with him

Legit swerved at the squeal, worried about you

But when you started bursting out in song happily, he calmed down and laughed

When the song ended though, you were embarrassed

Your phone was plugged into the car, allowing you to play your music. Feeling too lazy to choose a song, you pressed shuffle. You scrolled through tumblr, nodding your head to most of the songs. Yunho drummed his thumb against the steering wheel, singing along to the songs he knew. All was calm until Fireworks came on. You squealed and turned the radio up, startling Yunho. He swerved into the other lane that was thankfully empty. “Are you-” Yunho got caught off by you singing your heart out to the song.

He couldn’t help but chuckle and sing along. You forgot his presence as you got lost in the song. “I’M THE ONE IN MY ZONE!” Yunho couldn’t help but be impressed at how well you sang along to the song considering korean wasn’t your first language. His heart swelled when he looked over to see you creating your own little dance to the song. As the song ended, you were panting and out of breath, yet hyped up. “You’re adorable!” “Yunho!” You squeaked. “I forgot we were in the car.” “I can tell,” Yunho laughed, making you laugh too.

Yeosang-

Yeosang was enjoying dinner when you ran in, Answer blaring on your phone

Almost immediately, he was choking on his drink as you sung your heart out

Help this boy

He tried to admire you but he was still catching his breath

Hides how proud of you he is behind the chicken

Yeosang had brought home some chicken for him since you said you weren’t hungry. He sat quietly at the kitchen table, enjoying the flavourful food. You ran in, Answer playing on your phone, singing along to the song as Yeosang was taking a drink, catching him off guard. Poor guy accidentally inhaled his drink, sending him into a coughing fit. You were too busy dancing and singing to notice. He finally got it under control, save for the few after coughs here and there.

Yeosang watched you, lovestruck. Boy was whipped. He noticed the song was ending so he immediately shoving chicken in his mouth. “I love this song, Sang!” You smiled, sitting on the chair next to him. “It’s okay, I guess. Don’t really like one of the guys,” he joked. “Really? Which one is that?” “Yeosang.” You laughed and kissed his cheek. “He’s my favourite.” Yeosang smiled behind his chicken, blushing. “He’s so cute and hot. And I love his singing,” You continued, making his ears turn red as well. “Well, I think his s/o is a good singer,” He complimented.

San-

To San, you were the world.

He loved the way you always showed him all the support your body could handle

You two were watching a fan cam of him performing to Dancing Like Butterfly Wings

Sannie would watch as you sang along to the song

He would dance with you and make this your official song

San was tired after a long day of practice and shooting, so the first thing he did when he got home was lay down on the couch. You finally got him to take a shower and get cleaned up for the night. As soon as he got out, he sat next to you on the couch. “Are you watching fancams of me?” He asked. You shushed him as your favourite song came on: Dancing Like Butterfly Wings. The lyrics flowed passionately from your heart as you got up and swayed to the song. It was then he noticed how much you loved this song.

San smiled as he stood up, suddenly not feeling tired. He grabbed your hands and twirled you around, laughing at your cute smile. As the song ended, you hugged him tightly. “You are so precious, little one,” he whispered. You giggled at the nickname, remembering when he gave it to you. “What if I wasn’t little?” “I’d still call you little one. And, I’d still spin you around this room whenever our song came on.” You hummed against his chest. “Our song?” “I’ve made the decision that this is our song,” He smiled and you couldn’t help but laugh. “Let’s listen to it again.”

Mingi-

Mingi is already so blushy around you

Baby boy would die when he heard you rapping his part in Illusion

Like y’all were doing some spring cleaning when the song came on

You busted out rapping and singing and Mingi’s admiring you

Asks you when you learned how to rap better than him

As an executive decision, both you and Mingi agreed to do some spring cleaning before Seonghwa came by to check the apartment. The two of you split up the chore list the best you could and spread out to conquer it quickly. You threw on some music in the living room, loud enough for it to be heard in each room, but quiet enough that you wouldn’t bother the few neighbours that were home. Most of it was Ateez’s discography, but you didn’t care as you happily hummed along to the songs.

You were dusting and polishing the wood furniture when Illusion came on. You sang along with the track, pushing through the raps the best you could. Mingi, who was cleaning the kitchen, stopped when he heard your voice and listened, admiring your skills. It took him some time just to rap a few lines in english and here you were, rapping in korean. He smiled cheesily, walking into the living room as the song ended. “Hey!” You turned around, worried. “When did you get better at rapping than me?” “Since never. You know that you are the king of rap, Mingi.” The boy blushed at your compliment. “Then that makes you the queen of rap, right?” “No.” Mingi nodded and tackled you in a hug. Who were you to protest the world’s tallest cutie?

Wooyoung-

So you may or may not have thrifted a Pirate King inspired outfit

It made you feel badass, like you were a part of the song

You specifically played Pirate King while you stood in front of the mirror, dancing and making faces as you sang along

What you didn’t see, was Wooyoung walk in

He couldn’t help but laugh

After spending months, referring to the Pirate King music video, you finally found the perfect inspired outfit. When you put it on, you felt absolutely badass. You checked the clock on the wall. Wooyoung wasn’t going to be home for another hour or so, leaving you plenty of time to experience your little fantasy of being in the music video. You stood in front of the mirror and hit play, taking a deep breath. You started out strong, with mean looking facial expressions but as it went on, your expressions softened.

But, one thing you didn’t count on, was that you forgot to change the clock for spring forward. Wooyoung opened the door and called out for you. When you didn’t answer, he checked the bedroom, only to find you dancing in your outfit. He quickly took a picture to blackmail you in the future before laughing. You jumped and turned around to see Wooyoung doubled over, clutching his stomach. “Stop laughing, it’s embarrassing,” you pout. “You just look so...adorable,” he spoke in between breaths. “I hate you, Woo,” You huffed, pushing past him to change, redder than a tomato. “Love you too!” Wooyoung shouted after you.

Jongho-

Okay so Jongho wasn’t expecting you to randomly burst into the room singing Wonderland

But, he wasn’t mad

You were just singing your heart out, occasionally mispronouncing something

He was definitely confused when you grabbed his uneaten apple as you were singing

Turns out, you were pretending to be him during his high note, although you couldn’t break the apple like him

Jongho was minding his own business, scrolling through the comments on instagram when you burst in with your headphones in. He was about to greet you when you cut him off, singing along to Wonderland. Baby couldn’t help but giggle at you. You sang the best you could, mispronouncing a few words here and there but Jongho found it endearing. He watched in amusement as you danced around the room, performing for him. You smiled as he cheered, getting an idea.

Jongho had an apple sitting beside him that he was planning on eating. You snatched it up, confusing him as to what you would need it for. It wasn’t until you hit the high note that he understood. He laughed as you attempted to break the apple like him. Unfortunately you couldn’t so you ended up tossing it back to Jongho. “HOw do YOu BREAK THe DAMN AppLES?” You pouted. “Because I’m strong. See?” Jongho broke the apple easily, handing half to you. “I wanna break an apple too.” “How about I teach you later?” You smiled and took the apple half.

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dreamescapeswriting · 4 years

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BTS Reaction | Touchy With Each Other [Request]

A/N: Be aware that Jimin’s contents a small amount of smut in it!! Love you all

Seokjin:

He always had to hold your hand, he always held your hand and if he wasn't it was either because he was away on tour, at work or you were trying to do your own thing but the moment you were together again his hands were interlocked with yours.

"You're always holding one another, don't you get sweaty?" Jimin joked when he walked into the dorm living room to see you holding hands while Jin talked to Namjoon about something - you hadn't been paying attention to them. You'd mostly been watching Jungkook playing his video game.

"It's not too bad, watch this." You giggled taking your hand out of Jin's and leaving it on your own lap. Jin frowned and stopped talking to Namjoon halfway through his sentence so he could stare at you, then at your hand before putting your hand back in his and going back to his conversation.

"Do it again," Jimin laughed sitting on the arm of the sofa, you giggled and removed your hand form Jin's once again but this time Jin went into full pout mode and acted as though he was some kind of child getting punished.

"My hand." He mumbled taking your hand in his and placing it on his lap, locking your fingers together and making sure he had hold of you tight enough so you wouldn't just let go of him again.

"Like a child." You giggled leaning over and giving him a kiss on the cheek, his ears turned a bright red colour as he suddenly had the boys all coo'ing him and squeezing his cheeks like a baby.

"Little baby just loves attention." You jokingly cooed him and he blushed once again but never once let go of your hand even throughout the teasing.

Yoongi:

No one would even have even suspected a thing, he always came across as the type of boyfriend that wouldn't be clingy but he was the complete opposite whenever you were alone together. He would tangle himself up with you on the sofa if you were laying together but if you were just sitting he would make sure you were sitting as close to one another as possible. Even in the summer, he would make sure he could still feel your touch on his, you put it down to him being away for long periods of time that he just wanted to come home and relax with you and be close to you.

"Hey Yoongi we're going to-" Jungkook stopped when he walked into the studio to find Yoongi laying behind you on the sofa, his head was tucked into your neck as he fell asleep laying there.

"Did he not sleep last night?" You shook your head looking at Yoongi from the corner of your eye,

"I wasn't here. I stayed with some friends and he can't sleep without me." You giggled looking at Jungkook,

"What did you want him for?" You whispered and he thought back on what he had been saying before he walked into the room,

"We're going for lunch, do you want to come?" You slowly went to lift Yoongi's arm from around your waist but he clamped his hands down and pulled you closer to his body.

"Y/n isn't going anywhere. They're staying with me." You giggled as he snuggled closer to you once again and Jungkook left the room without a second glance.

"You just outed yourself as the clingy boyfriend type," You teased but he yawned and kissed the base of your neck,

"I'm your clingy boyfriend though, I don't care." With that, he fell right back to sleep again.

Hoseok:

You were used to Hoseok having his hands on you all of the time but not in a sexual way but he always had to be holding you in some kind of way, even when you were asleep and he was awake. You were asleep with your head laid on his lap at the dorms, you'd gone to spend time with the boys for your birthday and ended up falling asleep on Hoseok. His hands were playing with your hair while you softly snored next to him, and the boys watched in awe as he just played with your hair. Hoseok didn't even notice until one of the boys pointed it out to him and he stopped, but his hands found their way to yours and he began drawing small invisible patterns into your skin and you hummed in your sleep.

"You don't even know you're doing it, do you?" Jin asked laughing as Hoseok came back to earth from his daydream and looked at his hands. He'd been sitting there aimlessly playing with your fingers for ten minutes, you'd woken up and stared at him as he did it and it made the boys find it funnier.

"He does it all the time, even when we're watching a movie. He'll randomly grab my fingers and play with them." You giggled sitting up and laying your head on Hoseok's shoulder, his face fell slightly as he thought you found it annoying but it was the opposite. You adored him doing it, it made you feel closer as a couple.

"I find it adorable though baby." You assured him leaving a soft kiss on his cheek as he blushed.

"I never notice I'm doing it, it's like second nature to me by now." He laughed taking your hand in his and locking your fingers together.

Namjoon:

It didn't matter where you were or even who you were with Namjoon wanted you to sit on his lap, at home, at the studio, on tour and in the dorms. He didn't care. He wanted you as close to him as he could get you, you knew it was because he missed you so much when he was away and you didn't mind it - until it came to summer and you were dying in the heat waves.

"You don't care that he does this to you?" Jimin questioned, he'd just walked into Namjoon's studio to you sitting in the cowgirl position, your legs hanging over the back of the chair while Namjoon faced his desk.

"I think it's cute." You said as you looked up from your phone to see Jimin snapping a photo of you both. Namjoon had his earphones on so he hadn't even realised Jimin was in the room.

"He does it a lot, he just wants us to be close." You giggled as Namjoon kissed your shoulder,

"Plus I know that if I'm sat here no one else is." You joked and Jimin shook his head at you both. Namjoon took off his headphones and kissed your shoulder again but kissed up to your neck,

"I need you baby,"

"J-Joonie." You stuttered through a giggle and he chuckled thinking it was his lips on your skin that was making you giggle so much,

"I know I'm at work I'll just lock the door so none of the boys can come in." You rolled your eyes at Jimin who then cleared his throat,

"One of them is already here, we were going to invite you to dinner...I guess you'll both be busy." Namjoon turned the chair around so your back was to Jimin,

"Yeah, we'll be busy." He smirked laughing to himself as Jimin left the studio.

Jimin:

It had become a normal thing to fall asleep the way you did together almost every night but no one knew about it if they did they probably wouldn't find it as romantic as you and Jimin did. You'd caught Jimin reading up about it once and he explained everything to you, it was supposed to be a one-time thing but then it turned into more than that and you'd been doing it almost every night since - except when he was on tour or the boys were staying over.

"Jimin please," You whispered, it was another heatwave day and you were dying, falling asleep next to him always happened but the heat was too much for your usual night.

"I need to feel you though," He whined and you whined back at him, you wanted him too but it too hot to do anything and having him that close and inside of you would have made you melt into the mattress within seconds.

"Fine." You whispered getting out of the bed and turning the fan to face you both instead,

"Fuck I love you," He grunted when you came back over to him and got down onto the bed, there was no denying that you were ready for him and he was ready for you.

"F-Fuck." You hissed as he eased himself into you, his hand rested on your hip until you adjusted to his size, even after every night like this it was still hard for you.

"Just relax baby," He kissed your neck and snuggled against you, with the fan facing you both it wasn't too hard to handle but it was still too hot for anything other than this.

"Goodnight baby," He whispered into your ear as he felt your body relax around him as you drifted off to sleep.

Taehyung:

After being away from you on tour for so long he would come home and cuddle you, which was normal for most couples who would spend a length of time away from one another but with Taehyung it was different. He would cuddle you all day, every day. It didn't matter if you were cooking breakfast, he would stand behind you and hold you while you cooked. If you were brushing your teeth - he would stand behind you and hold you. He would do anything he could to feel you close to him after not being able to hold you for so long. He hated being away from you when he was on tour, he loved his job but he loved you more.

"Tae, I need to go to work." You laughed as he clung onto you like a toddler who didn't want their parent to leave them behind at school.

"You can't, I only got back last night and I haven't seen you in months." He was being overly dramatic as he always was, you'd spent the entire night before together.

"You have jetlag, I'll only be gone for a couple of hours. You'll sleep the entire time." You tried to tell him but he still hadn't let go of your side, feeling defeated you sat down on the edge of the bed and let him snuggle against your hip. You played with his hair until you knew for a fact he was sleep, the little snores he gave out were the giveaway,

"I'll see you later baby." You whispered leaving a kiss on the top of his head before quickly and quietly leaving the bedroom and sprinting out of the front door before he could run up and grab you from behind.

Jungkook:

It didn't matter that Jungkook had his attention on video games instead of you he still made sure he was holding you, even if it was just you sitting beside him he would make sure you were there - tonight was no different. He'd been excited about a new game patch and the moment he came in from the studio he was playing it, you walked in from work a couple of hours after and went for your usual shower and food and came to sit with him. He brushed your hair out of your face while he waited for the next round to start, questioned you on how your day was and kissed you until he counted down.

"Lay your head down on my lap baby." You giggled and laid your head on his thigh watching proudly as your boyfriend killed everyone in the game with ease. He was an excellent player and he'd even tried to teach you a couple of times but it always ended in you given up and him just holding your hands over the buttons while he played but it wasn't just at home that he did this. Even when you were out driving together he would hold your hand in his while he changed gears, as if somehow by letting go of you would mean letting you go for good and end in your vanishing from the face of the earth and away from him.

"He's in the top room on the left." You mumbled with a mouth full of marshmallows as you saw someone shot at Jungkook from somewhere on the map and he got them right away.

"Teamwork is dream work!" He cheered leaning down and giving you a kiss.

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The Scars of Our Past: Chapter 26

Logan was avoiding mirrors, the moment his eyes caught sight of his own image in the reflective surface he forced himself to look away almost instantly. He couldn’t stand to see the gash just over his eyebrow, still held together by a steri strip, the skin around it purple and blue with mottled bruises. He couldn’t stand to look at it, because each time his eyes caught hold of the physical reminder of that game Logan found himself snapped back onto the ice. Back to that moment he glanced up through bloody fingers to see his normally even-tempered best friend filled with a white-hot rage, beating another man down onto the ice. Logan would see that horrible look in his eyes, the look that if someone hadn’t pulled him off of Carrow, Finn would have continued hitting him until his hands bled.

Almost worse than that though, was the memory of their conversation afterward, in the locker room. Logan could hear Finn’s words, playing over and over, like the needle of a turntable getting stuck creating a fucked-up loop of his voice.

You’re a fucking coward. You’re a fucking coward.

The hardest part was that Logan knew Finn was right, he is a coward. He had been running away from his feelings for his best so long, now it was all he knew how to do. Sadly though, it seemed that while Logan was too busy running with his tail between his legs, he had finally pushed Finn to his breaking point.

In all the years he had known him, Logan couldn’t remember a single time he had actually raised his voice to him, despite all of the shit they had been through together. The sound of hurt in Finn’s voice as he begged Logan to just tell him, was a sound he wouldn’t be forgetting anytime soon.

Coward.

I know.

It felt weird now, sitting in the locker room. The rest of the team seemed completely unfazed, they moved and joked as if Logan and Finn hadn’t flung themselves over the jagged edge of a cliff and were now tumbling through the endless sky. Just waiting to see if there were rocks at the bottom of the fall waiting to break their bodies on impact. In their defense though, the team didn’t know any of that, however, Logan still felt like their cheer was out of place.

Finn hadn’t been there when Logan got in that morning but even without the man himself there, he was avoiding Finn’s stall like the plague. Logan had zero desire to step back into that space, back into those memories so he kept his eyes firmly trained on the floor. He made quick work of getting his skates and pads on, so quick he ended up being the first player out on the ice for practice.

Beginning his warm ups Logan took in a deep breath, held it for a moment, then when he breathed out, he pushed away every thought in his head. He let the scrape of his skates on the ice drown out the memory of Finn’s voice, he let the smooth glide of the puck against his stick ground him in the moment, he let his mind focus on Kasey getting the puck past his sharp eyes into the back of the net. Over and over those were the only things Logan let his mind focus on, scrape, slide, shoot, that was it. He breathed a sigh of relief when he finally heard Coach’s whistle signaling the end of practice and he joined the throng of his teammates shuffling off the ice.

Logan savored the feeling of hot water coursing over his body, the feeling of it rinsing away the sweat that clung to his skin, he closed his eyes and let the spray wash over his face.

“Dude! Drop it,” Finn’s voice echoed through the shower as he wandered into the showers.

“Oh, come on Don Juan, tell us about her!” James said teasingly.

Her, Logan’s eyes opened, the water stung but he didn’t care, her?

“So what? She sees your fight on the ice and suddenly you’re just irresistible?” Logan turned to find James ruffling Finn’s hair.

“Pfft, I’m always irresistible,” Finn laughed and gestured to his naked body, “unlike some of us,” he said, giving James a bit of a shove before turning on the shower head and stepping into the steaming water.

“Ok first off rude,” James said indignantly as he turned on his own shower, “and second I’m not letting this go until you tell me something, hair color, eye color, was she at the game? She’s not a snake’s fan, is she? Ugh,” James shivered in disgust.

“Seriously?” Finn scoffed, turning his head to shoot an exasperated huff. When he did though Logan’s eyes zeroed in on the dark red bruise over his pulse point, distantly it clicked in his mind that this was probably what had prompted James’s probing but in that moment he didn’t care. Logan felt sick, the thought of Finn going out and finding just some random girl after their fight made his skin crawl.

“Please! I live vicariously through other people!” James shouted.

“Fine, blond. You happy?” Finn asked with a shake of his head.

“No, but I’ll accept that’s the only information you’re gonna give me.”

Logan was done, he didn’t want to hear another word, didn’t want to think about Finn and her whoever she was. He quickly shut off the shower, snagged his towel, and hastily moved towards the exit. Out of the corner of his eye though he noticed Finn glance up at him just as Logan slipped through the door back into the main area of the locker room.

He moved mechanically, it felt like his hands had flipped into autopilot as he pulled his clothes on over damp skin, darkening the fabric of his shirt as his hair dripped onto his shoulders until Logan roughly shoved a snapback on his head. Logan grabbed his things at random and chucked them into his bag hoping to make a quick escape, but just as he was zipping it up Logan felt a warm hand settle on his shoulder. Every muscle in his body tensed then melted as a shiver ran down his spine as the soft brush of Finn’s thumb against his neck, Logan couldn’t help the sigh that fell from his lips.

“Hey,” Finn whispered in a hushed voice, “it’s not what you think.”

It felt like his heart was breaking but Logan shoved the feeling aside and shrugged out from under Finn's touch.

“It's fine Harz, you don’t have to explain yourself to me. If you want to go out and screw around with random girls, it’s your right to do so. Not my place to have an opinion.”

“Lo…” Finn’s voice was sad and soft.

“I’m- I’m going home,” Logan said, slinging his bag onto his shoulder, the strap digging into the place Finn’s hand had just been.

“Give me a minute to get dressed and I can drive you,” Finn replied. Logan’s heart shattered even further at that, the small selfless offer, because this man; even when he was mad and hurt he just couldn’t seem to stop himself from caring for the people in his life.

“No,” Logan said firmly, “it's fine, go finish your shower. I’ll see you tomorrow.” With that Logan stepped away, leaving Finn behind standing in front of his stall as fled the ice rink out into the blistering cold winter air.

***

Logan pretended not to notice the slight tremble in his fingers as he slid his phone from his pocket and typed in the pin number. He pretended that the cold afternoon air wasn’t burning his lungs as he made his way down the sidewalk heading home. And he pretended the reason his heart was beating out of his chest was just lingering adrenaline from practice rather than the roiling jealousy in his stomach. Logan pretended he wasn’t turning green with envy over some faceless, nameless woman who got to so carelessly touch Finn the way his fingers had itched to touch him for years. He pretended that the blood running through his veins wasn’t spiked with bitterness, that it was her lips that sucked wine colored marks into the warm skin of Finn's throat rather than his own.

Shakily, Logan pulled up his contacts and scrolled past Finn’s and easily found the number he was looking for, the call rang loud in his ear for a moment before finally connecting.

“Hey,” Leo greeted, his voice filtering through the phone, his breathing was loud like he was panting heavily.

Logan wasn’t entirely sure why he had called Leo, all he knew was that he was sad, and jealous, and hurt, and the one person he would normally turn to for comfort was firmly off the table considering he had just walked away from him. All he knew was that Leo made him happy, and Logan desperately wanted to feel happy right now.

“Hey,” he said softly, “whatcha doing?”

“At the gym,” Leo huffed, “running- grabbed the call- on my- headphones,” his words were interrupted by sharp breaths.

“Oh, um- sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt your work out.”

“S’ok, I’m- almost- done,” there was a faint beeping on Leo’s end of the call as he turned down the speed on his treadmill, he was still panting but his breaths seemed to start coming easier. “So, what’s up?” Leo asked when he was breathing a bit more evenly.

“Ah, not much. Just left the rink and I-“ Logan paused, he wasn’t sure how he wanted to finish that sentence. He what? Ran away like the coward he is? He wanted to be comforted by the man that made his insides squirm just to think about over another man?

“Lo? Are you ok?” Leo asked, voice soft and filled with concern when Logan’s pause stretched a bit too long.

“I- yeah, I’m- I’ll be fine, it’s nothing,” Logan shook his head as if he could shake loose the thoughts in his mind.

“Alright, if you say so,” Leo said, accepting the answer but Logan could hear it in his voice that he didn’t entirely believe it was nothing. “Hey! What are you doing in like an hour?”

“Um, nothing?” Logan answered a bit thrown off by Leo’s sudden question, “Why?”

“If you want some company, I can come over? We can hang out, if you want?”

Logan felt something tight in his chest break loose at Leo’s offer, “yeah?” he asked hopefully.

“Yeah,” Logan could practically hear the smile in Logan's voice, “It’ll be fun.”

“I guess I’ll see you soon then,” Logan said softly, a smile beginning to pull at his lips.

“I’ll see you soon.”

When the call ended Logan sighed and slipped his phone back into his pocket, he glanced up when a car honked near him only to find Dumo’s car pulling up next to him.

“Why the fuck are you out here walking?” Dumo asked through his open window as the vehicle rolled to a stop.

“Ne posez pas de questions stupides, vieil homme. Laissez-moi entrer,” Logan huffed, trudging over to the passenger door.

Logan rolled his eyes at Dumo’s chortled laugh as he popped the lock to let him into the car.

French translation: Don't ask stupid questions, old man. Let me in!

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pillow-anime-talk · 4 years

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jealous!s/o.

request: hello! i love your writing so much! can i request for murasakibara’s gf being jealous and upset because they’re from different schools and they don’t get to see each other much + there’s a girl who always hangs around him

# tags: scenario; long distance & current relationship; romance; mild drama; but also fluff; sfw

includes: female reader ft. atsushi murasakibara {knb}

author’s note: murasakibara my baby 😭

You smiled at the phone, then walked into Yosen High, looking around carefully. The school was really big and beautiful compared to your regular, small and old Morioka High School in Iwate prefecture. But you didn’t come here to see the buildings. You wanted to spend the weekend with your boyfriend because you had already talked to your parents and Atsushi’s parents a week earlier about it. They gladly agreed to your trip to Akita so that you could give your tall boy a small gift in the form of your own arrival and a few packs of his favorite (and new) snacks.

Unfortunately, due to the fact that you lived three hours away from each other, and you had a lot of activities at school and after classes, you couldn’t see each other as often as you would like. Of course, you spent Christmas, anniversaries, holidays and birthdays together, but during the school year it was difficult to realize it. You had to be content with conversations on the phone, video calls and hundreds of text messages.

Luckily you didn’t go to school today and took the train to Akita instead. Atsushi’s mother and his older sister were waiting for you on the platform, so you took your bag to their house, took a quick shower after the trip, put on more comfortable pants and a loose shirt, and thanked them for everything, taking only your black bag, wallet with some money, phone and headphones. Mrs. Murasakibara wanted to drive you to her son’s school, but you refused with a warm voice saying that you would be happy to take a walk. You helped yourself with a Google Maps and finally reached the High School building, entering it.

Earlier, you wrote a little with your soft giant’s friend – Himuro – who told you that today the Yosen school basketball team will have another training session and you should come on it. He described the way to the gym for you and said he would keep Murasakibara in the gymnasium for as long as necessary.

Fortunately, you managed to come to training, or rather a short break between games, so you breathed a sigh of relief.

You stuck your head out from behind the wall and looked around the large room.

Although you’ve been to Atsushi’s house more than once, his school was new and strange to you. The same could be said for most of your boyfriend’s team, since you only knew Tatsuya. But they seemed nice and lovely, so you smiled gently.

After a while, however, the smile on your face turned into a small frown when you felt a hit on your waist and heard a girly laugh.

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t notice you, little one.”

You looked up, noticing a girl slightly taller than you. You nodded at her as you looked inside the room again.

“Are you a fan?” She asked suddenly, drawing your attention again.

“No. Not really...”

“Oh. So... You like someone from basketball team? But you’re not from our school, I’m right?” She chuckled as she adjusted her uniform. “Anyway, you can take anyone but not Murasakibara. I like him. And, you know. I was first.” She added in a confident voice, and you raised an eyebrow and clenched your fists.

‘Is she just...’

“Anyway, bye. I’m going to say ‘hi’ to him.” She add at the end, entering the room, swinging her hips.

Most of the team sighed at the sight of her figure, but your boyfriend was busy yawning though, so he didn’t notice her at first. Coach Araki too.

You also shyly entered the room, clenching your hands on your purse and the phone which was still in your hand. You wanted to call Atsushi, but the tall blonde girl was faster than you and patting him on the back. When he looked at her, she give him a pack of colorful jelly beans and smiled.

“Hello, Atsushi-kun.”

‘Did she greet him by first name?’ Your smile faded even more, and your cheeks flushed with anger. At the same moment your presence was noticed by Himuro and the boy with ashen hair. They immediately approached you.

“Y/N-chan, hi. I thought you were lost or something...” The black-haired man laughed softly and then introduced you to the basketball player next to you, known as Kensuke Fukui.

“... Who is she?” You asked hesitantly, pointing at the girl.

“Murasakibara’s annoying fangirl. But he doesn’t pay attention to she. I mean, he doesn’t even remember her name, so don’t worry.” The new boy you met a few seconds ago truthfully answered, and you sighed.

“I came here especially for Atsu, but now I’m afraid to come up to him...” You muttered a bit sad and also upset, still looking at your tall boyfriend and the unknown young girl who was telling him something with big interest.

“As I said, don’t worry, Y/N-chan. I’ll call him. He will definitely be pleased. You know, he was complaining all day about that you didn’t write back to him.” Tatsuya laughed second time, patting you on the shoulder, then looked at his best friend. “Hey, Atsushi! Look who’s here!”

“Ehh? What's it, Muro-chin?” Your boyfriend turned and the two tall basketball players exposed your tiny body, causing purple-haired center to open his eyes wider. “Y/N-chin...” He handed the pack of jelly beans to the girl standing next to him and ran towards you like a little, happy puppy.

Five steps later he was beside you, hugging you to his warm chest, and you kissed his cheek, laughing loudly.

“Surprise, ‘Sushi.”

“Y/N-chin, what are you doing here, huh?” He grunted, picking you up and hugging you once again. “Do your parents know about this?”

“Well, I missed you so much. Everyone knew except you, because it’s a surprise, baby. Oh, I also have some of your favorite snacks for you. I was able to buy a new flavor... salt caramel or something like that.” You laughed, and his eyes flashed with joy.

“I love you.” He muttered. “I hate jellies and she keeps bringing them to me all the time... I prefer maiubo from you. Aaaand I generally prefer my Chibi-chin. Will you stay with me today?”

“I love you too. And, yes. I will stay for the whole weekend, baby.”

“Mmm. I am very pleased.” He hugged you again and then put you on the ground, placing his big hand on your head. “Want to play with us?”

“If your coach and captain don’t mind...”

“They don’t, come on, Y/N-chin.” He grabbed your smooth hand and walked towards the team. “I will introduce you to everyone.”

“Okay, baby.”

“... And you, young lady, please, leave the sports hall. Only players, coaches, managers and people who are welcome are allowed to enter gym.” Mrs. Araki spoke suddenly with her sword in her hand, and the blonde girl escaped from the huge room a moment later with pinky cheeks.

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i’m so tasty and the price is right (shigadabi)

crossposted on ao3: <3 rating: explicit content warning: shameless porn, name-calling, both feminine & masculine terms used for ftm genitals, uhhhh i think thats it, hit me if i’m wrong tomura has an onlyfans and dabi helps him out for the viewers

tomura shigaraki, the anxiety-riddled, anger-filled, screaming child prodigy turned drop-out streamer that dabi was currently rooming with, had an onlyfans. dabi had only found this out through coincidence one night when he, for the first time, actually grabbed the mail on his way up. tomura had a bunch of perverted letters sent in from fans, all knowing him by his streamer name ‘decay’. they called him by his given name in the letters, something that shocked dabi and made it even funnier to read through.

his first instinct was to charge into tomura’s room to question him on it. and dabi wasn’t really a thinking man, so that’s what he did. he charged in with the letters in his hand, interrupting tomura’s stream as he scrambled to mute himself.

“what the fuck do you want, dabi?” his raspy voice stuck in a permanent whine. it was honestly kinda cute sometimes. it was very easy to antagonize the poor boy, so dabi did it as often as he could get away with before tomura started threatening him. and not that dabi was scared of tomura— he could easily beat his ass at this point in time, all made up of scrawny limbs and long-term malnourishment. the only times he ate a real actual meal were when dabi reminded him and/or provided him with food. it put another pang of worry in dabi’s chest that he chose, again, to ignore.

tomura’s eyes scanned dabi, falling onto the papers in his hands with a confused expression.

“what?” tomura repeated, “what’s that shit?”

dabi’s grin was maniacal.

“nothing, nothing,” dabi moved them behind his back, “only your creepy fan letters. from your fans.” there was a beat of silence before tomura’s face heated up and he stomped over, trying his hardest to grab at the letters dabi held.

“dude, why didn’t you tell me you were a pornstar? that’s like—” his laughing was cut off with a cough as he held the papers above their heads, shaking them to taunt tomura even more. tomura eventually jumped and snatched them out of dabi’s hands, shoving them in his trash can and going to sit back in his chair. he paused his stream as dabi caught his breath.

tomura took a deep (slightly crackly) breath, and started a practiced monologue, “i’m not a pornstar, i just hold… extra liveshows later on for more cash because streaming doesn’t exactly pay the best and for certain legal reasons i can’t really get a good job. so i basically just…” he sighed and winced a bit, “i record myself jacking off?” his sentence ended in more of an uncertain question than a statement, almost as if he was scared. “i don’t do it when you’re home, or at least i try not to, and i don’t bug you with it, so i don’t see why it would matter—”

his rambling was cut off as tomura looked up to see dabi suddenly being a lot closer than he remembered.

“that’s fuckin’ hot, no apologies needed.” dabi’s voice was lower than usual, setting tomura’s face even further on fire, lighting up red as he covered his face.

“what the hell, freakshow, you can’t just say shit like that—” tomura said, muffled through his hands.

“but i can, and i will. you know i’m a pretty honest man, creep.” dabi chuckled. “now are you gonna let me fuck you up on your little stream or what?” he leaned down to be level with tomura who was still sat in his chair.

there was only silence from tomura’s end.

“c’mon, won’t another dude be good for business? i promise i’ll take good care of you.” dabi got even closer with these words, trapping tomura in with his hands on the elbow rests, mouthing filthy promises in his ear.

“okay. we can take turns blowin’ each other.” tomura grumbled, pushing at dabi’s shoulders to move him from his position over him. “but i gotta finish off this stream first, i’ll come get you when it’s time. get cleaned up and shit, i won’t suck you off if you’re gross.” tomura didn’t look him in the eyes, putting his headphones back on and officially ending the conversation as he got back to whatever murder game he was playing with an apology for being gone.

dabi stalked off to the bathroom, burying his intense excitement and arousal deep in his gut and turning on the shower. he got pretty much everything, cleaner than he had been in weeks as a gross dude with an illegal gig barely classified as a job. he always did wonder how tomura was able to pay so much of the bills, but he didn’t want to bring it up and sound bitchy. he was half hard just from the thought, tomura always being the grumpy catch he was always afraid to go for, for fear that he would get kicked out of the apartment the morning after or something along those lines.

the stunt he had just pulled was exhilarating. he thought about the flush he had seen on tomura’s face as he stepped out of the shower. he was still at half mast as he brushed his teeth and put on deodorant (stealing tomuras’), towel wrapped around his waist. dabi had always thought himself to be a kind of a catch, positively covered in tattoos and piercings and even some cosmetic staples. his brother said he was addicted to body mods, bu he chose to ignore those words in favor of finding something else to do to or with his body.

he wondered what he should wear. he didn’t want to struggle with it too much, just going for what he had on before the shower. he shook his hair out like a dog, water slightly darkened from the hair dye (he had just redyed it a couple days ago and he never truly had the care to wash it all the way out).

and when he was done with all that, he went into his room and collapsed on his bed facedown. there he stayed for a few moments as he tried to calm himself down, before just turned to his bong on the side table for some manual chill. he lit up a few times, only enough to make his head swim the tiniest bit, and went to play a few shitty games on his phone.

apparently he had been playing a little longer than he thought, already gone through a cigarette and another couple rips before tomura knocked on his door.

“ready to start up the live stream, get your ass in here if you still want in on it.” he heard through the door, followed by tomura’s footsteps leading off into his bedroom.

dabi, of course, immediately followed, hopping up and throwing his door open, excitedly shimmying his way up to tomura’s doorway.

man

he was. he was wearing black thigh-highs, held up by a garter that he could barely see the beginnings of over a sweatshirt that was giant on his small, skinny frame. dabi’s sweatshirt.

“did—” dabi was damn near short of breath at the sigh ton display in front of him, “did you get that from my room?”

“no, i got it from the living room. now let me get the camera on and the stream rolling before you fuck me up.” tomura chuckled softly, something that he didn’t do often. dab’s heart skipped a beat, and he pointedly chose to ignore it.

“you look fuckin’ hot, baby.” he murmured, eyes glued to the sligh bit of thigh on display over the top of the sock and before the sweatshirt.

“baby? what happened to creep?” tomura pressed record, laptop set up next to the camera so that they could see themselves and the chat, not giving dabi a chance to respond. tomura waited a few moments, before addressing the current pileup.

“hey everyone. i have a guest tonight, my roommate and the dude who eats all my damn cereal—” tomura paused and turned back to look at dabi who was still out of camera, “do you want your identity to be anonymous? ‘n’ do you wanna show your face?”

dabi had a moment of pause, before shrugging. “nah, i don’t really have any shame, you’re not really anything to hide.” dabi once again shamelessly looked tomura up and down, earning an eyeroll and the beginnings of… was that a smile?

tomura turned back to the camera. “this is dabi, my roommate, and the dude who’s gonna eat me out on stream.” tomura said with no pause, and no stutter or hesitation. this was a performance, surely. it was so different from the blushing and hiding man who was avoiding his eyes a couple hours ago. tomura cupped his hand around the side of his mouth, mimicking a stage whisper. “this’ll be the first time with him, so you get our genuine reactions for free.” tomura chucked gently, watching the chat blow up at the premise of some genuine roommate porn.

tomura turned back to dabi, moving to pull him into frame and pushing him to sit on tomura’s bed.

“well, here goes nothing,” tomura murmured to himself, climbing into dabi’s lap and pulling him into a kiss. he immediately heard the dinging of tip notifications off to his side, and he knew his chat was probably going wild. dabi’s hands wandered, up tomura’s thighs that were positioned over his hips, and over the other mans own hips, back down to his thigh-highs. he pulled at them, snapping it against tomura’s thigh, earning a gasp that allotted enough room for dabi to stick his tongue in the others mouth. tomura’s own arms were slung over dabi’s shoulders coming up to run his hands through dabi’s undercut. tomura ground down against dabi’s half-hard cock, trying to work him up further.

eventually their kiss broke for air and dabi stared into the camera with a knowing grin as he ground his hips upwards. tomura gasped loudly, sensitivity intensified by the hormones he had been taking for a while now. dabi moved to kiss down the white-haired boy’s throat, leaving little nips that had tomura giving breathy whines. he could tell some were played up for the camera, but he didn’t mind at all. he was rock hard in his jeans now, and he could feel the slickness that tomura had built up— soaking through his panties. which, by the way— now that dabi could see them, he was obsessed. they were bright blue and lacey, gorgeous against the pale flush of tomura’s scarred thighs. they hugged his hips nicely and made dabi want to rip them apart.

tomura gently pushed him away from his neck, rolling his hips against dabi as he leaned back slightly to look at the camera. “chat, who should go first? who do you wanna see cum first?” his words were syrupy and seductive as their hips worked in tandem. someone donated with a fairly large amount, spouting something about wanting to see the pretty boy choke on cock.

and who were they to deny the nice donator?

tomura turned back to dabi, running a hand down the man’s chest, grabbing at the end of his shirt. dabi got the hint and removed his shirt, hearing the chat pop off for a moment. “your lucky day, freakshow. fuck me up.” tomura whispered and he hopped off dabi’s lap, spreading dabi’s legs manually and making himself comfortable between them.

“feel free to grab the camera to get that angle, yknow?” tomura looked up at him as he laid his cheek on dabi’s thigh, uncomfortable close to the bulge in dabi’s pants.

dabi leaned back on his hands, letting tomura unbutton his pants and shimmy his boxers down enough to pull his cock out. tomura had a moment of shock at the sight of it, long and thick with about 5 pieces of fuckin’ metal stuck into it.

when his shock wore off, he decided a quip would be appropriate. “y’know i always did wonder if it continued on down—” tomura gestured to all of his various facial and body piercings, finally licking a stripe up his length and taking dabi by surprise, making him gasp. tomura was surprisingly good at this, dabi had thought him a lame little virgin before he found out about the whole onlyfans thing. but no, tomura had apparently had quite a bit of practice, shown off by the rapid rate at which he was able to adjust to the intrusion of dabi’s cock, sinking down and feeling the metal rods on the underside grind one by one against his tongue. it was heaven, and dabi reached one hand into tomura’s hair for support.

this led tomura to pull off, only to say the words, “pull on it,” before sinking his hot mouth back down onto dabi’s dick. and so dabi did what he was told, taking the hair in his hands and pulling, earning a genuine moan from tomura that reverberated its way down his cock. the hottest thing was that tomura was making him feel this good with only his mouth. his hands were currently on dabi’s thighs, moving up to his hips as if to insinuate something. dabi pulled him back by his hair. tomura whined, which was the hottest thing ever and looked up at dabi with a wanting— no, expecting stare.

“use your words, babydoll.” he muttered to tomura, watching his face heat up, much more like his bashful self before the camera turned on. the audience was eating it up, so used to his unphased confidence and sheer no-fucks-given attitude, that seeing this form of subby shigaraki was like dessert for them.

“use me, dabi,” tomura muttered, eyes focused on the ground as he shuffled on his knees.

“what was that? i couldn’t hear you, speak up.” dabi teased and used his hand that was in tomura’s hair to slip down and hook his finger under his chin, forcing him to look up at dabi.

tomura’s eyes glazed over for a second at the stern look that dabi was giving him, before blinking harshly and shaking his head a bit, as if to clear his mind.

“fuck my throat, dabi. use me.” his voice was clear and without any shyness now, an almost grin spreading across his cheeks. though his inner submission didn’t go unseen, as the look in his eye and the redness of his face and the way he arched his back even now, was more honest than any words he could say.

“if you say so, baby. tap me if you want off.” dabi moved his hand back to tomura’s hair, gripping it tight and using it to line himself up with tomura’s lips.

“open up. you’re gonna be so good at this, i can just tell.” dabi growled out. tomura followed directions, opening his mouth and sticking his tongue out to show up, dabi sliding his cock to the back of the other man’s throat. he stopped for a moment to let tomura adjust, but tomura took that to his advantage, meeting dabi’s eyes and sucking hard.

“jesus fuck, baby—” dabi panted, starting up a smooth rhythm with his hips, both hands now in tomura’s hair to practically use him like a toy. a human fleshlight.

“god, tomura, you whore— how’dya get so good at this? d’ya— d’ya practice?” dabi’s hips sped up as tomura moaned deep in his throat, vibrating against his cock. the words were turning tomura’s poor brain into jello. the chat was going wild, donations at an all time high as they watched their favorite creator get used like a toy.

dabi felt the tension building up in his gut. a few more moments of this and he would be done for. he reached down with one of the hands to wrap around tomura’s throat, so that he couldn’t even semi-breathe through his nose. he felt tomura gag, throat clamping down on his cock. tomura had yet to tap him, so he continued with his wild ministrations, letting go of tomura and pulling his dick out until just the tip rested on tomura’s tongue as he worked himself off the final edge and came, coating tomura’s lips and tongue.

“don’t swallow yet.” dabi’s tone was winded yet still authoritative. “show your audience baby, you did amazing. show them how good of a slut you are.” dabi grabbed tomura’s chin and manually turned the boy’s head to the camera, watching with hungry eyes as he showed off the spend on his tongue.

“okay, now swallow.” dabi ordered, watching as tomura did it easily. dabi knew at that instant that he had sent tomura into a momentary headspace of sorts. he wanted to treat the boy after using him so roughly, so he helped him up and out of the sweatshirt, splayed out on the bed, hair spread out around his head like a halo. he looked like a proper angel as the blurriness finally worked its way out of those eyes and the real tomura came back on line.

“jesus christ, dabi.” tomura grumbled. his pale face was on fire. dabi thought that was the hottest thing he had ever experienced.

dabi was lowering himself onto his knees, pulling tomura’s hips to hang off the bed, spreading them so that he could lay lovebites along his inner thighs. it was almost agonizing with how long he carried it out, working numerous dark purple hickeys onto his thighs, as if to claim, and to show off. he knew that if tomura did a show in the next few days, they would be visible, and that made him hot under the collar.

“god, freakshow, get on with it!” tomura whined, trying to arch up onto something, but failing as a result of dabi’s iron grip on his thighs.

“ah, ah ah— what do we say when we want something, babydoll?” dabi’s low voice made goosebumps rise up on tomura’s skin, and the poor boy nearly gave in and started begging right there. dabi stopped pressing kisses to tomura’s thighs, sitting back holding tomura’s legs apart, waiting on his reply.

“i need an answer, creep.” the familiar nickname from the man between his legs made it more… intimate. tomura swallowed his pride.

“please— please dabi, please suck me off, i need it—” he was rewarded with dabi ripping his panties off, exposing his nether regions to the open air. tomura whined at the cold, feeling it against his wet cunt. but soon the feeling of cold air was replaced with a soft, excellent warm suction on his dick, one of dabi’s hands reaching up to run two fingers along his slit.

it made tomura nearly scream, instead moving one of his hands to cover his mouth. dabi instantly let up on the attention, reaching up to move tomura’s hand. “you gotta put on a show tomura, remember that.” dabi chuckled before he went back to work, moving his lips down to run his tongue against tomura’s hole. tomura was arching his back and more or less grinding against dabi’s face as he moaned loudly. dabi knew his way around eating out, so it wouldn’t be long for the other man, who had already been so wound up for so long. dabi went back to sucking on his clit and he moved his two fingers to enter, making an awful noise when they did. tomura’s wetness rolled down dabi’s wrist and before long, tomura’s legs were shaking as dabi brought him to the edge.

now, dabi was a little shit by nature. so he doubled, even tripled his efforts in speed and pressure, rocketing tomura over the edge and working his fingers in and out at such a speed that had tomura writhing against the sheets in oversensitivity.

and dabi kept going. he was on a mission, and soon enough, his efforts were rewarded when tomura soaked the sheets and dabi’s arm and lower face. dabi worked him through it, milking him of every drop, before he finally let up. tomura lay there practically braindead for a bit, dabi even going so far as to wave at the camera as he stroked tomura’s thighs, waiting for him to be coherent enough for dabi to leave for a second to get a towel.

once he had come back to the land of the living, tomura ended the stream with a quick thank you to the donators and visitors, while dabi was up getting a towel, and tomura had caught his breath by the time dabi was back with towels and water. dabi wiped his face, arms and upper torso off, and tomura wiped his junk down, throwing the towel somewhere on the floor.

“my junk hurts, you asshole. god— why are you so good at that?” were the first words out fo tomura’s mouth, eliciting a loud laugh from dabi as he opened the window and pulled out a cigarette.

“get me one too, freakshow. i need it after that. my dono’s are through the fuckin’ roof though, so thanks for our rent.” he spoke quietly against the sounds of the city as dabi lit his cigarette and tossed one and his lighter to tomura.

dabi only gave him a devilish smirk.

“you gonna let me do that again?”

#shigadabi #dabi x shigaraki

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daydreaming-away-reality · 4 years

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Hearing Your Voice

Zen x Reader | ☁️ | 2.6k | Soulmate AU

You tapped your fingers on the desk, doing your best to stay quiet while in the study room. With the beautiful melody playing within your head, it was hard. Especially when the singer sounded like he had the voice of an angel.

Doing your best in trying to study, you couldn’t help but breaking into a smile and pause when you recognized a tune of the song.

I heard him sing this yesterday too.

Trying to study was hard. Not because the content was hard to grasp - no, you could have all the material down with a bit of reading and some flashcards - it was hard because you were always conflicted. Part of your brain would tell you school is important and as a university student, you had to work hard towards your future. The other part of your brain however, would be loudly screaming, hey, that song sounded familiar! We’ve heard that somewhere before, but where?!

Most of the time, you were fine. You would just study with the music playing in your head. There were moments when your heart would chime in and remind you, we’re still looking for our soulmate, (Y/N). Then studying was a challenge.

The song you could hear in your head? That was your soulmate singing. Even though you grew up hearing the voice of your soulmate singing, you were never able to find them.

Every few weeks, or months, your soulmate would have a couple of songs that he would be constantly singing. Kind of like the most popular songs of the season caught on loop by the radio stations. However, whatever songs your soulmate was singing was never these pop songs.

You were a lucky one, you knew that much.

You had friends who would be complaining about their soulmate’s choice in singing because it would be the overplayed pop songs. There was only so much one could take of the same song all the time after all.

On the other hand, shower singing stories were hilarious to hear about.

Moving back to your story...

Personally, you didn’t sing too much. Not unless you were certain no one but your soulmate was listening. Your soulmate probably heard you humming most of the time though. It was hard not to hum along to his beautiful singing.

Staring at your study notes, you shook your head.

This was going no where.

Just as you closed your notebook, someone tapped on your shoulder. Startling, you turned around and pulled down your - not plugged in - headphones.

“I had a feeling you weren’t studying,” Yoosung said, looking at you with an amused smile. “Listening to your soulmate again?”

You gave him your oops, you caught me smile. “Yeah. He’s always singing.”

Yoosung��s eyes darted around the room, then he leaned forward and asked, “You want to get out of here? Grab some food?”

You flashed him as thumbs up and packed up your stuff. Tailing after the blonde haired boy, you were greeted with actual sunlight for the first time in a few hours.

“It’s so bright out,” you whined, shading your eyes as they adjusted.

Yoosung laughed. “Vitamin D is good for you! You’re going to be a troll like in LOLOL if you don’t see the light of day, (Y/N).”

You huffed, faking indignation. “I am not a troll! I’ll show you how a troll would beat you up if you call me that again.”

The boy shook his head quickly. Although he was ranked 2nd in game, he didn’t want the risk of losing his loot by being beat up. He worked hard to earn those super rare weapons.

Way back during first year courses, you had met and became friends with Yoosung through LOLOL. You weren’t obsessed with the game as much as he was, but you did well enough to rank within top ten with a bit of effort. Nowadays, getting through your courses was your priority. LOLOL was a fun break though, when you found the odd break.

“That’s what I thought.”

“You still play LOLOL?”

“Not as much as you - but yeah.”

“We should team up sometime!”

You laughed. “Do you even study at all, Yoosung?”

“Sometimes!”

As the two of you stepped into the cafe near campus, Yoosung paused and turned to look at you.

“You said your soulmate is always singing right?” he asked.

You nodded, wondering where he was going with this.

“Maybe he works in the music industry,” Yoosung mused. “Like, behind the scenes? As a producer?”

Hearing this, you paused and thought about it. Could that be a possibility?

“Maybe,” you murmured. “I’ll look into it.”

Yoosung gave you an encouraging smile. “You’ll find him one of these days, (Y/N). Don’t worry about it.”

You hoped Yoosung was right about this.

As you were walking back to your own apartment, a poster caught your eye.

Daydream: The Musical

Tickets now on sale!

The poster showed a shadowy figure surrounded by colourful nature and city scenes. Your eyes skimmed through the cast absentmindedly, as you didn’t recognize any names.

Starring: Julie Kim, Zen, Soobin Park...

Lingering in front of the poster, you decided that, it looked interesting. Pulling out your phone, you hastily took a picture so you could look further into the details of the musical later.

“Dinner,” you recalled suddenly. You needed to eat but you also needed to study still. Well, can’t study on an empty stomach. Deciding to grab something light to snack on now and throw together some leftovers later tonight, you went in search of the local bread stand in your neighborhood.

Your eyes lit up when you spotted the vendor.

Excitedly moving towards them, you missed nearly colliding with the tall man in a hat walking the same way. Stumbling, you felt a strong, steady hand on your back, helping you regain your balance.

“Oh, sorry,” you squeaked out. “And thank you!”

How did you miss this guy? He was pretty tall and stood out - his features were really handsome too. Could he be a celebrity or something? He definitely had the looks for it. You were definitely not staring.

“Oh no, I’m sorry,” he replied. “Go ahead, ladies first.”

“T-thank you!”

You stepped up in front of the stall, knowing exactly what you were going to get. Hearing the man’s footsteps behind you, you decided to thank the kind stranger from saving you from an embarrassing fall.

“Two goldfish bread - separately wrapped, please!”

“Coming right up! Done classes for the day?” the owner asked.

You bobbed your head as you handed over the payment. “Yeah. Not done studying though.”

“Ah, must be rough. Good luck on that.”

“Thank you,” you chimed back. as you accepted the bread. Turning around, you held out one bag for the handsome stranger behind you. “And thank you for saving me from tripping earlier.”

“No, no, I couldn’t -”

“I insist!”

He accepted with a grateful smile. You swear, he sparkled in the light of the sunset.

“Thank you then.”

You returned his smile with your own before heading off.

Time to prepare for the upcoming exam.

Your week had flew by rather quickly. With exams and some other assignments being all crammed into such a short amount of time made you feel like you lost a few years on your life.

Sometimes you wondered why anyone would choose to suffer.

Yet, here you were. And all you had to do was attend post secondary.

Your soulmate seemed to be busy all week as well. The sound of his voice singing the same melodies over and over were in the back of your head the entire time. He had such a soothing voice that you were certain that he was the one who was keeping you sane.

Finally gifted with free time, you decided to make the most of it.

Browsing around on your phone, the picture of the musical poster caught your eye once more. Noticing the showings aligned with your newfound freedom, you decided - why not?

Searching up the link for the theater, you looked around the website and then bought a ticket.

A sense of excitement and anticipation filled you. It’s been a while since you did anything fun. This would be a worthwhile experience.

Settling down into your seat at the theater, you couldn’t help but glance around. The place was relatively busy despite it being a weekday evening. Looking over the pamphlet that was given to you at the entrance, all the cast and crew were listed.

Your eyes skimmed over it, not recognizing any of the names except for the few you’ve seen on the promotional poster. Perhaps it would take a more theater experience before you would become familiar with any of them.

The lights began to dim and the chatter died down as music became to play. Ensuring your phone was silent, you made yourself comfortable. The moment the musical started, you were swept away in awe of the performance.

Experiencing a musical live felt different from watching a movie. It was so much more... uplifting. You were absolutely enchanted by the musical.

When the male lead became to sing his part however, that was when things felt strange to you. It felt like you were hearing an echo of their singing. None of the other actors and actresses had that effect. It took a moment, but then it dawned on you. You’ve heard this before, nights before.

It was your soulmate.

They must be singing this song too.

But when every note, pitch and pause matched the ones on stage, you had your suspicions.

After intently watching the male lead sing though, you soon drew to a new conclusion.

That was your soulmate on stage.

You continued to watch in silent surprise as your soulmate danced and sung their way across the stage. His red eyes had swept over you briefly in passing, but you could see the passion blazing. It was clear he loved his career.

Once the musical ended with thunderous applause, you immediately pulled out your phone to do some research. Since you had chosen a seat near the middle front, you knew it would take a while before you’d be able to get out.

Doing a search for ‘Zen’, with the words ‘musical actor’ hastily typed afterwards, you soon found a plethora of information about your soulmate. Zen had a dedicated fan base that loved his every production - there was even a section about his unknown soulmate. An interview caught your eye. It was dated for a few months back, but a quote from your soulmate made you pause.

“I’m really focused on my career right now - it took a lot of work to get to where I am today, but I’m happy to be here.”

He was good looking, hard working and dedicated. You knew your soulmate would be perfect, but you never expected this. Zen was basically the ideal guy.

Seeing the theater emptying out, you stood and walked out.

Sure, you had been super excited to meet your soulmate after spending late nights listening to singing, but after seeing this article, you had a feeling that he might need more time.

Zen was a busy person with a lot going on in his life. With how popular he was now, you didn’t was to disrupt anything at the moment. You would give him the opportunity to seek you out when he was ready.

Zen had nearly faltered in his singing the first time when he had heard his soulmate humming along the tune he was singing. Listening to the tune and timing of the song, they were definitely doing it alongside with him.

He remembered his eyes searching the audience hopefully. Wondering who might his soulmate be. That first night... he wasn’t able to identify her.

Nor the second, third or fourth.

When he had heard her humming the second time he was performing, he was certain that his soulmate was in the audience and made the effort to come see him perform. She must have known who he was.

Zen had lingered around after shows, hoping to see his soulmate. Hoping that she would reach out to introduce herself and he could become her knight in shining armor to sweep her off her feet. It never happened though.

Regardless, it made him happy to hear her humming alongside him when he performed. She was supporting him.

He knew he was a busy person. Perhaps his soulmate knew that and kept her distance. What she didn’t know though, was Zen was dying to meet her.

He always wanted to make the effort to go find her, but never had much to go off on. His soulmate was a rare singer, so he never knew where to start.

Now that he knew though, he was constantly searching.

He noticed someone over the past few times with (H/C) hair that sat near the middle of the theater. The girl’s smile seemed to brighten when he showed up on stage. It was possible that she was another one of his fans, but at the last showing, she had tried very hard to step out of room quietly and his soulmate had stopped her soft humming at that moment too.

Zen felt certain about this.

She had to be the one.

Having finished another showing for the day, Zen tried to slip out quickly to catch up to his soulmate. Making sure not to be rude, he thanked his co-stars, staff and director before taking off. She tended to linger around a little longer, being almost the last person out. There was a chance Zen could catch up to her and he was going to take it.

Catching a glimpse of (H/C) hair, he instinctively moved towards it.

The figure seemed to have sensed him coming, because they turned around and (E/C) eyes met his.

Stopping only a few feet away from her, Zen could see the glimmer and recognition in her eyes as she looked up in awe at the musical actor.

“Great performance again tonight,” you said softly.

Finally hearing your voice in real life washed away any doubts Zen might have had.

It was you.

“Thank you,” he breathed out. He could feel his heart pounding with excitement. “It’s... really you.”

Seeing how lost for words he was, you decided to speak up.

“Hyun Ryu, right?” you asked. When he nodded, you broke into a smile. “I’m (Y/N) (L/N). Nice to finally meet you, soulmate.”

The biggest smile broke out on his face as he engulfed you into a hug. His tall stature didn’t bother him as he nuzzled into your neck. While you should have been startled, you weren’t. Knowing this was your soulmate, you felt safe being held in his arms. You relaxed and returned his hug.

“(Y/N)... I’ve been waiting for you,” Zen murmured. He pulled back a bit to look at you. “I want to get to know you better. Would you like to grab something to eat together?”

“Sure!”

“Okay, I know this great goldfish bread place -”

The two of you stopped, a distant memory resurfacing. Zen grinned fondly at you.

“ - I’ll treat you this time, though, princess.”

With all the lost time between the two of you, finally being together felt natural. Like finding an old friend and being able to catch up without any awkward moments.

Your soulmate was your perfect match and with Zen you knew that you couldn’t be happier. Just as much as you loved to listen to him inside your head, hearing his voice in real life and getting to be by his side made life all the more wonderful.

The two of you finally found you happily ever after.

#mystic messenger #mystic messenger imagine #zen imagine #zen imagines #zen x reader #zen #hyun ryu #x reader #reader insert #imagine #imagines #hearing your voice

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what-is-your-plan-today · 4 years

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Leave No One Behind Ch7: Hungry Like The Wolf Pt. 2

Co written with @icanfeelastormbrewing

Episode Summary: Ari heads back to TA and after meeting with his estranged wife he’s left in even more of a spin dealing with his feelings towards Hannah, until something finally snaps. And this time, there’s no going back.

Episode Warnings: Bad Language words. Smut (NSFW no under18s)

Part 1 (please read first!)

Strut on a line, it's discord and rhyme, I'm on the hunt down, I'm after you. Mouth is alive with juices like wine, and I'm hungry like the wolf

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Reflecting on Rachel's words Ari headed to his hut. She had a point. They should be coming to terms about what they were feeling and not worrying about what other people, not even Sammy, might say or how they'd react. They were grown-ups running a mission, for fucks sake, not teenagers moping around at the school's canteen.

He shoved his trainers on and headed out as he turned his walkman on. As the music started blaring in his ears he began pounding along the dusty road at the front of the resort, pushing everything from his mind as best he could. He followed his familiar 7 mile route, rounding the cliff and getting back onto the shore until he ran back down along the sand as Message in a Bottle by The Police started playing.

Ari slowed to a stop, catching his breath and saw Hannah and Jake returning. He watched them for a second as they unload the boat and then decided to head back to get a shower but paused as he took off his headphones and turned his walkman off. The sea looked so inviting, he thought. Thus, on a sudden whim of spontaneity, he stripped off his shirt, shed his trainers and ran towards it, flinging himself and diving into the cool water. When he emerged he shook his hair out a little and did a couple of strokes out before letting himself float a little. After 10 minutes or so of just floating aimlessly letting his mind focus on the sensations of the water beneath and the sun rays above him, he felt every muscle in his body relax. The strains of his trip completely washed away, he swam back to shore and waded out of the water.

Hannah chose that exact moment to walk past, back in her sundress after changing out of her wetsuit, and spotted Ari just as he was wading towards the sand. She stared as he ran his hand through his wet hair and was really struggling to keep her eyes from the veins and muscles in his arms and forearms as he did so. Of course, following the lines of water as they trickled down his chest to his defined abs didn’t help much either. Fortunately, if you could say that, she was snapped back from her drooling state by a group of young, female tourists who started catcalling him from where they were sat on the beach.

Hannah saw him grin as he passed the group acknowledging them “Ladies.” as he nodded and walked toward where she was stood by his clothes. The way he had spoken, in such a low, sultry voice had made her core clench slightly, and she was still trying to recover from it when Ari looked at her and smiled, and that made it even worse. She was getting more and more flustered by the minute but then she took a deep breath and suddenly thought to herself, Two can play that game, Levinson.

Ari saw her pulling her sundress over her head, leaving her in nothing but that black crochet bikini as she tossed her clothing down on top of his and sauntered past him.

“Shame you didn’t wait, Lobo…” she teased

He turned to watch her dive straight into the waves. He stood still for a moment like he had been nailed to the ground. Fuck! Cursing under his breath he headed to his hut, grabbed his shades and cigarettes and came back, flopping onto the sand by the pile of clothing. He watched as Hannah took a swim out a little further than he had gone whilst, Simon who had swum out a little way after her, clearly decided enough was enough and turned back around. He made his way out of the water, shook himself off and ran to Ari who scratched him, all the time watching Hannah behind his aviators.

A few minutes and half a cigarette later she made her way back to shore. As she got out, she pulled her hair out of it’s pony tail before shaking it out loosely. She was soaking, water dripping down her tanned body which was glistening in the now setting sun. And Ari wanted to die, more like he could have died then and there and he would have gone happily. That it was the second time he had seen her wet that day, and neither of them at his hands.

Get a grip, Levinson, with a silent groan he pulled his knees to his chest to hide his growing boner before Hannah reached the spot where he was sat. What was that about not being a fucking teenager again?

Hannah dropped next to him on the sand she reached for his cigarette. "I see you have some fans." she said, nodding to the young women who had been cat calling him as she took a drag and blew it out.

Ari forced himself to peel his eyes from the perfect line of her jaw to look over her shoulder at them realising they were looking at him and whispering. He waved and nodded at them playfully whilst he said "Not a chance, Firefly."

Hannah looked at him, trying to read the meaning of those words in his eyes, but he was hiding behind his glasses. She sighed and handed his cigarette back, his fingers brushing hers lightly and he looked at her.

"I really wanna kiss the life out of you right now, Han."

Oh, God. Not that voice again. She thought as she flushed. Taking a breath she recovered and then turned to him, flashing him a smile, that fucking smile that killed him every damned time and she looked around.

"Yeah, probably not a good idea." she said, biting her lower lip.

Ari looked around too.

"No one from the team here…I think it’s a very good idea." he countered, and Hannah could see his left eyebrow rise from behind his shades as he smiled. She looked around again to see he was right.

She hesitated for a few seconds, the beating of her heart pounding in her ears as she reached for his hand and laced her fingers through his, painfully slowly, not taking her eyes from their intertwined hand as she brushed his palm with her thumb.

Fuck! That simple but intimate gesture was sending electricity through his entire body and he swallowed hard. "You don’t wanna keep doing that, Firefly." he said, his voice low and hoarse.

She smiled "What if I do?"

Ari studied her eyes for a moment, taking her in before answering her question. "They’ll end up shutting the hotel down because of a scandal."

She laughed, the image of a shocked Ethan's face coming to her mind. But she didn't stop caressing his hand with her thumb.

"Can’t have that now, can we?" she shrugged, as she squeezed his hand faintly.

Ari turned around once more to check there was still no unwelcome audience before leaning his head on the crook of her neck. Nuzzling her skin, still fresh from the sea, with his nose before pressing a soft kiss on her neck under her ear.

He felt her stiffen, her breath caught as she closed her eyes and swallowed. Now that was sending shivers down his spine and he was having bad thoughts about her swallowing something else. His breath caught in his throat and Hannah must have sensed it too because she whispered. "Ari" as her body turned towards him, her free hand dropping on to his bare thigh, curling her gentle fingers around the curve of his muscle.

Ari immediately tensed up at her touch, hissing internally, and he turned around again, this time a little quicker than previously because he couldn’t take it anymore.

Coast is still clear.

"Firefly, look at me." he said, pulling his shades from his face.

She did as told, noticing the urgency in his voice and he immediately pressed his lips to hers in a soft peck. It was quick but he felt the longing that had been plaguing him over the last week finally wash away. He thought of all the nights he had laid down on his bed in Tel Aviv replaying that last night at the resort with her before he had left, as he rubbed his nose softly along hers before catching her mouth again, keeping it short and sweet, but loaded with feeling.

As he pressed his head to hers be became suddenly aware of a movement in his peripheral and jerked his head away, fearing someone from the team might have showed up in the few minutes he and Hannah had been lost in one another. But as he looked around he saw it was the group of female tourists who were gathering their things and shooting glances their way, none of them particularly nice it truth be told, and could see they were talking in low whispers as they stood.

Hannah followed his gaze and moved her hand off his leg.

"Probably not the smartest idea we’ve had, huh?" she said softly.

"I don’t care. You’ll always be my smartest move, Firefly." Ari stated, looking into her eyes with determination.

She was about to say something back Simon let out a little whine from where he had been led next to Hannah and stood up, shooting off behind them. They were both startled and turned to see Max approaching, already within earshot.

"We’re gonna fire the BBQ up now…just to…er..warn you." he informed them, the expression on his face unreadable.

Both looked at him innocently as he smirked. Well, that smirk could be read, couldn’t it?

"Thanks Max, I’ll just grab a clean shirt." Ari was the first to speak as he stood up and offered Hannah his hand to pull her to her feet and handed her dress to her. She pulled it on and they both walked off, not exchanging any words in the process. Ari shot her one last glance and almost as if she could sense it, she turned and looked over her shoulder at him, catching his eyes before she looked back the way she was walking, heading after Max.

A little while later Ari headed to the patio area of the resort and spotted Hannah already seated at one of the tables, a glass of what looked like lemonade in her hand which he suspected was laced with Vodka. Max was at one side of her and the seat on the other was free. Trying not to smile too much, he headed over to take it, hoping for the chance to at least sit next to her, maybe give him the opportunity to hold her hand under the table but to is utter horror Sammy appeared out of nowhere and flopped into the seat he had been eyeing up.

Bastard. So instead he took a seat opposite her, that is when he got chance to sit down as he was roped into doing the BBQ, Rachel appealing to his ego by telling the guests loudly that no one grilled a steak like Guy Thomas. After an hour or so, the meal was done and then everyone piled onto the beach after Max lit a camp fire. The beach was dark now, illuminated by the fairly lights and the camp fire, the latter of which was sending warm shadows across the sand. Ari sat down on one of the blankets, watching as Hannah got roped into some stupid dancing as Max strummed his guitar (which Ari wanted to smash over his head for effectively cock-blocking him earlier). He was fighting the urge now to get up and dance with her too, but he knew he had to keep a respectable distance, if nothing but to placate the girls from the beach who were shooting daggers at Hannah and mumbling no doubt about what they had seen the pair of them do on the beach. Eventually, however, their attention was diverted as Jake flopped into the middle of their little circle with a bottle of tequila, flirting his way around the 3 women. Hannah nudged Max and pointed to him, the pair of them snorting and shaking their heads. Hannah caught Ari’s eye and he flashed her a smile which she returned until she was dragged back into the hotel by Max, presumably for more beer.

All in all it should have been a nice first evening back with his team. This set of guests left tomorrow morning and the new ones weren’t around until the morning after so everyone was cutting loose, but he was simply dying. Seeing her so close and so carefree and not being able to simply reach out to her was killing him. When he couldn’t take it anymore he stood up and excused himself.

“I’m turning in.” he said, stretching his arms above his head. “It’s been a long day for me and I’m exhausted.”

Rachel looked at him, nodding sympathetically “Yeah, you do look whacked.” “Gee thanks.” he rolled his eyes as Max sniggered. He looked at Hannah again who simply looked him up and down before he turned away, bidding everyone goodnight and headed away to his hut further up the beach. Once inside he flopped down, his fingers linking together behind his head as he stared up at the ceiling for a moment before he closed his eyes, reliving that 5 minutes or so he’d had with Hannah alone on the beach. He was going to have to come up with something, some way to get her alone so they could talk or…well, whatever. As he lay there, for how long he had no idea, he felt his eyelids growing heavy and he was just dozing off when he heard Simon barking.

“Simon shhh.” Hannah chastised, her voice drifting through the window as she passed his hut “Quiet!”

Now he was wide awake again, and that aching feeling was back in his stomach. Fuck, he couldn’t take this anymore. He waited for a minute or so, arguing internally about how going after her was a bad idea, but that devil on his shoulder was telling him that laying where he was, stewing on everything was equally as bad an idea.

Fuck it.

Standing up he brushed his hair back out of his eyes and opened his door a fraction. He poked his head out and took a quick look around, there was no one in sight and he could hear the party faintly as it was still going on outside the main hotel area. He stepped outside, and keeping himself as close to the staff quarters as he could to try and stay in the shadows he made his way 3 down to Hannah’s.

Unsure if she would be there or at her rocks, he knocked gently and heard Simon give another bark. His breath caught in his chest as his stomach began to churn again as he stood, waiting, feeling like he was about to burst with anticipation. After what felt like an hour, but was less than 5 seconds in reality, the door finally clicked open and without so much as a word Hannah stepped back to let him in and he quickly shut the door behind him. There was a moment where he stood simply looking at her, and then that final thread of self-control snapped. To hell with everything and everyone, he was done waiting.

He wanted her, and fuck, he was going to have her.

He reached out, wrapping his hand around her upper arm and with a sharp tug which almost made her stumble he pulled her to him. He swallowed the small squeak of surprise she had made as his lips crashed onto hers and before Hannah could even think to kiss him back, he pulled away, pressing their foreheads together.

There was a slight pause between them, both trying to catch their breath from the searing kiss Ari had just delivered and he let out a soft sight. “Firefly…I missed you…

“Mi Lobo…” she whispered and her hands reached for his face, fingers threading into his beard and she pulled him back to her. Their lips found one another again, his hands moving to her waist to pull her closer and he began to tug at her clothes. He grabbed the bottom of her sun dress and he broke away from her for a second to pull it over her head before his lips crashed back to hers as they both stumbled around the room.

Ari took hold of her hips so to manoeuvre her wherever he wanted, his fingers flexing on her bare skin just above the waistband of her bikini bottoms. They continued to blindly fall around the small hut, lips furiously locked together, teeth clashing, tongues tangling in the utter ferocity of the moment until, after colliding with the small set of drawers set against one of the walls, Ari took control. Shoving her bikini bottoms down he allowed her to step out of them before he roughly picked her up. Her bare legs immediately wrapped around his waist and her arms went around his neck as he pushed her up against the wall at the far side of the hut and, using it as support he shifted his grip from under her ass and his hands moved around to the back of her neck. With surprisingly soft fingers which caused her to shiver as they grazed her skin, he pulled the strings on her bikini which allowed it to fall forwards, exposing her breasts, his hands sliding down between her shoulder blades to the, dancing along her spine before he reached the fastenings behind her back and undid the bow there too, pulling the garment away completely, tossing it somewhere to his right.

He broke the kiss to glance down at her, giving a small moan at the sight as her chest heaved with exertion and anticipation. She was every bit as fucking gorgeous as he remembered. Hannah’s hands fisted in his t-shirt and grabbed at the hem, tugging it upwards. Holding his arms above his head he allowed her to pull it off and she tossed it to the floor, her hands moving to his chest as his mouth trailed from hers along her jaw to her neck. Her head fell back against the wall as his hands pressed flat on the stone surface, either side of her face as he nipped at her skin. She gave a low moan, rolling her hips against his and he felt his cock twitch slightly drawing a hiss from his mouth.

“I missed you…” he repeated his earlier words, his mouth right by her ear, voice was low and carried a tone of desperation she couldn’t ever remember hearing from Ari before. It was enough to send a shiver down her spine.

“You were only gone a week…” She mumbled as his lip moved downwards, hot kisses branding her skin across her collar bone.

“I didn’t mean this week…” he said, his teeth grazing the hollow just beneath her throat. “I should have fought harder, stayed with you…I’m so sorry Firefly.”

Hannah’s hands fisted in his hair and she gave a sharp tug, the quick bite of pain made him growl in his throat as he looked at her, their eyes locking for a second.

“I know.” she said, her voice soft as she breathed out, swallowing slightly “And I believe you…I forgive you.”

He looked at her a second, her words echoing around lust hazed brain for a second as they hit home, the final atonement for his wrong doing all those years ago. He gave her a quick smile and then surged forward again, kissing her desperately and she openly moaned into his mouth as his hand slid between them and he trailed two of his fingers across her slit. She was wet and at the feel of her he gave a soft growl as she pulled away, her head falling back and a whimper escaping her mouth as he began to play with her, touch her, just how he remembered she liked. His head dropped to her chest as he moved his mouth to take her right nipple between his lips, softly at first before his teeth grazed her sensitive skin drawing a breathy cry from her mouth as he alternated between stinging bites and soothing licks, all the time his hand working at her clit. He moved to the other side, repeating his motion and she began to rock against his hand, seeking his touch even more. With a quick movement he pushed 2 fingers inside her and she gave a dirty purr of delight as he continued, his motions fast and aggressive. Sensing she was close by the shortening of her breath he moved his mouth from her chest so he could watch her as she came, her eyes fluttering shut, mouth slackening and her head fell forward before it tipped back and she let out a quiet squeal as he felt her tightening around her, her channel squeezing his fingers as her hands dug into his shoulders. He loved how graceful she was, even in the throes of an orgasm her noises were so dainty and soft and it drove him fucking wild.

He couldn’t help but smirk at the pout she gave as he moved his fingers out of her, readjusting her slightly before he shoved his swimshorts down, freeing his now painfully hard erection before he paused and suddenly realised...

Sensing his hesitation, Hannah finally managed to get enough about her to shake her head. Her hands cupped his cheeks and she looked at him.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’ve no…” he swallowed and she shook her head, smiling.

“It’s ok. I’m covered…and there’s been no one since Andy…” she bit her lip “And there was no one before him bar you.” Ari gulped a little at her revelation, “What? So…” She shook her head, her eyes locking onto his as Ari let her words sink in and for some reason, the thought of him being the only other man bar her husband that had taken her this way was turning him on even more. He also understood that it meant it was 4 years since she’d been with a man. Hannah watched as his eyes flashed and his entire face darkened slightly as he gave her a look, one that she had seen before a few times, that glare of a predator, eyeing up its prey.

“Oh Firefly…” he said, his voice low and deep, almost a growl and it went straight to that spot in her belly as she looked at him, eyes wide “I hope you’re fuckin’ ready.”

“Show me what you got, Lobo…” she challenged back, and her sass made him groan before he shifted, his hands moving to the back of her thighs and he opened her up to him even more as he pushed into her, slowly, revelling in the feel of her as her tight heat gripped him. Hannah’s gasp caught in her throat as she felt him fill her, a feeling she’d been missing for so fucking long, being close to someone, feeling treasured, feeling needed, feeling wanted.

One of her hands gripped his bicep, the other flew to the wall to steady herself and Ari’s hips ground against hers as he bottomed out. “Fuck…” he breathed, his face pressing into her neck as he gave them both a second to savour the moment before he snapped his hips back and this time slammed back into her, a motion he repeated over and over with such force that Hannah was sure she was about to go straight through the stone wall he was fucking her against, onto the beach outside.

Desperate to be closer to him, Hannah leaned her body forwards and the motion made him go deeper inside of her, which caused them both to groan and her head fell back, smacking against the hard wall. At that point Ari decided he wanted her in the bed, if nothing more to prevent a fucking concussion, so he moved his hands from the wall and grabbed her hips. Turning the pair of them, he carried her across the room, stepping out of his shorts which had fallen to his ankles, kicking them away as he stumbled slightly, all the time still grinding up against her, pulling her down onto him as he speared upwards and dropped them both onto the native pattered covers. One hand gripping her knee, he hooked her leg over his shoulder and Hannah grabbed his forearms as he propped himself up, looking at her as he pounded into her, his pace relentless, both of them caught up in the utter carnal desire that filled the room, the filthy sounds of skin hitting skin surrounded them as he continued his avaricious pace.

Hannah’s head was a whirl. The roughness of his pubic hair was grinding against her clit along with the fact he was bottoming out inside her, hitting her spot again and again and she was powerless to do anything but surrender as she felt her orgasm beginning to build, the familiar numbness spreading across her pelvis.

“Shit, Lobo…” her voice cracked slightly and the sound of that pet name on her lips elicited a low growl from Ari as he slammed into her even harder, fuck he loved it when she said that. “Ari, I’m…gonna…” her voice caught and her entire body went rigid for a second before she gave a low wail as the lights exploded in front her eyes and she came again, her body trembling beneath him.

“Good girl….” Ari panted, the feel of her walls clamping down around him was utter fucking bliss and his own thrusts now became desperate as he chased his own end. He dropped her leg from his shoulder, his hips continuing to snap back and forth and with a “fuck…” he felt the white, fire in his belly and his toes curled slightly as he came with a surge that rose from the very depth of his being. As the world went quiet around him, his hips faltered, slowed and then he collapsed on top of her, panting deeply, his face buried into her neck.

Hannah’s hands moved to gently run through his hair, her nails dragging along his scalp, down his neck and back again and Ari let out a soft hum of delight, relishing her touch and her smell as he nuzzled into her further, not daring to move in case this all turned out to be some ridiculously, vivid dream. He felt her gently press a kiss to his forehead and as he gained control of his senses he turned his head to catch her lips in a soft kiss.

“You ok?” he asked her softly and she gave him a smile as he pressed his forehead to hers as their breathing began to even out. He gently pulled out of her and rolled onto his back, swallowing as he looked up at the ceiling taking in a deep breath before he moved his arm and slid it round her, as she rolled onto her side, her head resting on his chest.

“Glad to see you haven’t lost your touch.” she teased and he gave a chuckle, his hand gently carding through her hair.

“Glad to see you still appreciate it.” he quipped back and she snorted, before they both fell into silence. It was comfortable, the pair of them satiated, the tension that had been simmering for months had finally boiled over and come to ahead meaning the pair of them were stripped bare, both metaphorically and physically. The slate was wiped clean, well as clean as it was going to get. And Ari was pleased to find it didn’t feel awkward. In fact, it felt good. Normal. As if it had been merely 9 hour since he’d held her in his arms like this, not 9 years.

The fait sounds of Sammy’s guitar hit their ears again, drifting in from the party still going on the beach and Ari pressed a kiss to Hannah’s head, giving a little sigh.

“I wanted to shove that guitar up your brother’s ass earlier.” he mumbled, his eyes falling shut.

“His playing isn’t that bad.”

Ari laughed “No, I mean he sat next to you at dinner, the seat I wanted.” “We don’t always get what we want Lobo.” “Yeah, well, I was going crazy.” he said, his eyes still closed. “It wasn’t like we could have done anything at the table Ari.”

“I know but I just wanted to be near you, that too hard to believe?”

“Ok who are you and what have you done with Ari Levinson?” she snorted and Ari shook his head.

“What can I say, it’s the Hannah Navon effect.”

She didn’t reply, instead he felt her shift slightly and he was just about to ask her what was wrong when he realised with horror he’d dropped her maiden name.

“Shit, sorry Firefly,that just slipped out. I mean…”

When she still didn’t reply he looked down at her. Whilst he couldn’t see all of her face he could tell she was thinking, and suddenly he was shitting himself about the fact he’d upset her.

“Han?” he asked softly “I’m sorry, I really am.”

“It’s ok. Don’t worry…” she said gently, her hand trailing through the hair on his chest, nails lightly scratching his skin. “It’s just been a while since anyone called me that.”

“Well, it’s been a while since it’s been your name.” he replied gently, his fingers softly caressing the skin at the back of her neck.

“I was actually thinking of changing it back.” she said quietly and Ari paused for a moment, looking down at her.

“How come?”

She shifted slight so that both her arms crossed under her chin and she rest them on his chest, looking up. “Horowitz was Andy’s name. He’s dead Ari” she spoke bluntly “He has been for 4 years. I just…”

“You’re still angry at him.” Ari stated and she looked away slightly.

“That’s part of it, yeah, I won’t lie.” she turned those blue eyes back onto Ari’s and sighed “I don’t know. Not like I can do it when we are out here anyway is it?” “Maybe it’s a good time to think about it some more.” he said, picking his words carefully “You don’t want to rush anything.”

“You don’t think I should?” she held his gaze and Ari shook his head.

“I don’t think anything Firefly. Whatever you decide it makes no difference to me. Name or not, you’ll always be the Hannah Navon I loved.”

At that her eyes widened and he stilled. Shit. That had slipped out and now as he lay there looking down at her he realised he’d just brought the sum total of women he had admitted that to up to a grand total of 2…even if it had been done in the wrong order.

“What did you just say?” Hannah whispered, not sure if she had heard him correctly.

Ari swallowed, his eyes never moving from hers “I said I loved you. I should have told you back then but…”

At that Hannah cut him off by leaning up and pressing her lips to his. The hand that wasn’t round her shoulders reached up and cupped her face, his thumb gently stroking over her cheek. Thankfully, she didn’t press him to explain anymore nor did she ask him to confirm how he still felt. He wasn’t sure he was quite ready to admit that out loud, even if he was becoming more and more sure he still did.

She lay her head back down and in an attempt to divert the attention from what he had just said he moved the conversation round to his trip to TA.

“Maya loved her bag.” he said, his hand returning to her back, his fingers brushing her spine.

“’I never doubted she would.” Hannah smiled “I have good taste.”

“Well it earned you a badge of honour in her mind.” Ari smiled “She said you were cool and she liked you.”

Hannah turned her head towards his “You talked about me with her?”

“You came up in conversation when I was talking to her about Simon. She wants a photo of him by the way.”

“Kids love animals.”

“Well Munchkin is no exception.” he smiled “She asked me all about him and so I told her how you’d found him. That coupled with the fact you picked her new favourite bag, well now she likes you and doesn’t even know you. Even asked me if you were pretty.”

“What did you say, Mi Lobo?” Hannah grinned, her tone teasing.

“That I guess you were.”

“You guess?” she scoffed, slapping his chest. Ari chuckled, catching her hand and bring it to his mouth, kissing her wrist “Yeah, she didn’t buy it either.”

“Bet Sarah loved that.” Hannah snorted, as he laced his fingers with hers, bringing her arm down so it rest over his stomach.

“Yeah, she heard and wasn’t exactly pleased. We had a frank and tense conversation but I think we finally got the cards on the table.” “What cards?”

“We talked about me and her not working and being destined to fail from the very beginning- her words not mine. I told her not to dismiss what we had but it was a little liberating, us both being honest.”

Hannah stayed still, pondering what Ari had just said. Sarah, being so sure that her marriage to Ari had been destined to fail from the off. She got the feeling that Ari wasn’t telling her exactly everything that Sarah had said but from the snippets of what he had told her, she could pretty much piece together that she had been the reason Sarah had said what she had. And truth be told she felt a little guilty pang in her stomach as she couldn’t help but sympathise with the woman.

“Hey, you with me Firefly?”

Ari’s words cut across her thoughts and she took a deep breath. “Yeah, Sorry, was just thinking about what she said…” “Please don’t.” Ari said softly “We let people get in our heads last time Han.”

She shifted slightly and nodded “Yeah, I know.”

And that was it, she��d clammed up on him. Ari suddenly felt his mouth go dry. She needed space. He’d piled too much on her after an emotionally charged physical reunion and now he was cursing himself. He took a deep breath and sat up gently, jostling her from his chest as he scanned the room, searching for his shorts.

“Are you leaving?” Hannah asked him, her voice quiet and he paused looking at her.

“I thought that’s what you…” and he trailed off as to his horror her eyes were misting over. “Ari, I…” she shook her head and he let out another sigh, groaning inwardly at himself. How was he still managing to fuck this up.

“You want me to stay?” he asked.

“Yeah.” her voice was a whisper and he laid down on his side, wrapping his arms around her as she snuggled into him, her face pressed to his chest.

“I want you to stay in my life Ari, not just my bed.” she said, her voice muffled, her breath tickling his skin but there was no mistaking the tone of worry. He felt himself choke up, she was still petrified he was going to bail on her. And he supposed, given everything, if he put himself in her shoes he couldn’t blame her. “Hey…look at me.” he said gently, tipping her head up to face him. He tucked her hair behind her ear and cupped her face softly in his hand. “I’ve no intention of letting you go this time my firefly, I promise you.”

She flashed him a watery smile as his lips met hers again softly before me moved and pushed down the already rumpled covers, the pair of them shifting under them as Ari got comfortable, Hannah moving once more to him, snaking her leg between his as her hand rest over his stomach, his once more carding through her soft hair. There was no noise now other than the faint sounds of voices, one of which was Max bidding someone a goodnight as his footsteps padded past Hannah’s window. And then nothing, bar the sound of the ocean, the waves softly lapping against the shore. They stayed still, basking in one another’s warmth and softness and then just as his eyes had started to close, Ari felt a thud at the bottom of the bed. He cracked open and eye and saw Simon had hopped up and was padding around in a small circle, before he flopped down.

“Are you supposed to be there?” he asked the dog, his voice a whisper. Simon looked at him, yawning, before he lay his head down, on his paws, yawning.

Ari chuckled and glanced down at Hannah. Her eyes were shut, her eyelashes laying flush to her still pink cheeks, her breathing soft. Pressing a kiss to the top of her head he lay back down, surrendering to tendrils of sleep pulling at him. The last thing he thought before he drifted off was the only time he had felt so happy was the day Maya was born.

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Jens’ season: chapter nine

Saturday, February 29th

Feeling the bed shift next to him, a smile broke out on Jens' face as he remembered last night's events. His plans had completely shifted and he couldn't be more happy - sorry, Robbe.

His heart began to swell, filled with endless happiness. He had thought Lucas was asleep when he confessed his feelings to him. That's why Jens allowed himself to say those three words. Given the Dutch boy's steady and slow breathing, he should've been asleep - but he wasn't -, which turned out to be a good thing. If he had been, Lucas wouldn't have reciprocated the words.

Jens felt his smile deepen. Lucas loved him back. Life couldn't be better.

At least, at 8am on a Saturday.

Lucas woke up not long after Jens, both still sleepy but also needy. He nuzzled his face into Jens' neck and along his shoulder, fighting sleep. That boy was really cuddly in the morning. Not that Jens minded.

Jens wished all his mornings would be like this. Warm, lazy and filled with kisses from the prettiest boy. It was as close to a perfect morning as it could get.

Lucas bit Jens' bottom lip and let it go with a 'pop'. ''Do we have any plans for today? Or are we staying in bed all day? Not that I'd mind.''

''We?''

The brunet hummed, blue irises looking up at Jens. ''I told you. It's my mom's weekend. I don't need to go home. I can stay here instead.''

A content smile formed on Jens' lips. ''I'd like that very much.''

Now that Jens had come out to the boys, he could officially introduce Lucas to them, but staying home and keeping Lucas for himself sounded better. Much better.

He leaned down to join their lips together, one of his hands sliding under the blanket and down Lucas' body. His hand was about to slide inside Lucas' boxers when his bedroom door opened and Lotte walked in, forcing their little 'fun' to end before it even started.

''Lucas!'' she squealed, eyes sparkling with joy the second she saw him in her brother's bed. Lotte jumped on the bed with them, clueless about what almost happened. ''I didn't know you were here.''

Lucas forced an awkward smile, cheeks flushed from the situation.

''Does Mama know?''

''Yes.''

Lotte knitted her eyebrows, staring at her brother, trying to figure out if he was lying. ''That's a lie. If she had known, you wouldn't have been startled when I came in.''

Jens groaned. If only she knew why he was startled... ''Lotte, can you go bother someone else? It's 8am, let me go back to sleep.''

''No! Dad left for work so Mama and I are making waffles downstairs.'' She turned to Lucas. ''Are you staying for breakfast, Lucas?''

The brunet cleared his voice. ''I guess I am.''

Grinning, Lotte took Lucas' hand and tugged, trying to drag him out of bed, but the curly haired one stayed under the covers, very aware that he was only wearing underwear. No matter how much he loved Jens' mom and sister, he didn't feel comfortable enough to be walking around like that in front of Jens' family.

''Why don't you go and make sure Mom doesn't burn the pancakes? We'll join you in a minute.''

Sunday, March 1st

Spending the weekend at Jens' made room for a lot of awkward situations.

Yesterday, Lucas almost stumbled into Jens' dad when exiting the bathroom after his shower. Is there any better way to be introduced to someone? Lucas wanted to be swallowed by the ground. Then, he got caught mid-changing by Lotte. Thankfully, his pants were still on.

Their making out session had been cut short this morning when Jens' mom walked in, catching them kissing in Jens' bed. Fenna didn't say anything, both boys being still fully clothed. She just deposited the pile of clean clothes and left, leaving the door wide open instead of just ajar. Message received.

Later in the afternoon, Jens decided to leave the house to get some fresh air - aka freedom.

While he was grateful that his parents agreed to have Lucas spending the weekend over - and sleeping in his bed -, he was tired of his family breathing down his neck or constantly being interrupted by his sister. They couldn't even sleep in or have some morning cuddles without Lotte coming in and jumping on the bed. Jens really needed to learn to lock the door.

It was cloudy and gray outside - a bit cold too -, but Jens wanted some time alone with Lucas. Can you blame him?

Spoon still in his mouth, Lucas hummed, eyes closed. ''This cake.''

''It's good, uh?''

The brunet nodded avidly, cutting another piece of his cake with his spoon. ''You, Belgians know how to make desserts.''

Jens shook his head, smiling. ''You and your sweet tooth...''

As if a cake wasn't sweet enough, Lucas had ordered the sweetest one on the menu: a chocolate mousse cake. Even though Luc had told Jens how much he loved chocolate, he didn't realize until now exactly how big of a sweet tooth he really had.

Jens watched the thick, yet smooth chocolate mousse disappear into the brunet's mouth. He cleared his throat and averted his eyes, reminding himself where they were. He tried to keep his mind from wandering to a dangerous place, but it wasn't easy. It seemed, sometimes, like Lucas made every minor actions somewhat suggestive, and he knew exactly the effect it would have on Jens.

''Want a taste?'' Lucas asked, raising an eyebrow.

Turning his attention back to him, Jens nodded. Why not? He wasn't a big fan of desserts, but the chocolate mousse seemed really tasty. He opened his mouth, ready to taste the sweet desert, but Lucas put the spoon in his own mouth, making Jens frown and pout.

''Hey! That was for me.''

Lucas shrugged. ''Sorry, but this cake is just too good to share.''

''Tease''

Smiling smugly, Lucas blew him a kiss over the table before returning to his plate.

Jens pulled up his phone, snapped a picture of Lucas - he was just too cute to not capture this moment - when a notification from the selling app popped up. ''Yes!''

Lucas glanced at his boyfriend, confused.

''Someone is interested in something I'm selling,'' Jens explained.

''What are you selling?''

''Oh, just games I don't play anymore.'' He shrugged. ''They were collecting dust.''

It wasn't a huge sale. Only some game at 7€, but, it was 7€ less to find to pay back the drugs Lucas had flushed.

Lucas frowned, taking a sip of his fancy coffee. ''Why are you selling your video games online? Can't you go to a game store for that? Jayden does it all the time.''

''Yeah, but they only offer discounts on other games. I need money.''

''What for?''

Jens sighed. He didn't want to involve Lucas any more in his problems, but he already knew about the drugs, so why not. ''Remember when you saved my ass and got rid of the drugs in my locker? Well, my dealer texted me and he wants his money. I have some cash from the weed I sold and other stuff, but what has been flushed needs to be paid too. I can't just tell him I almost got caught and had to get rid of them.''

''I can help. It's partly my fault that you have to repay him.''

Jens shook his head. ''No. It's my fault that I'm caught in this shit.''

''And, it's my fault that they're in the sewers somewhere in Antwerp.'' Lucas paused. ''We could always try to retrieve them...''

Jens wrinkled his nose in disgust. The pills had probably all dissolved by now anyway. ''Ew, gross.''

''So, are you taking my offer?'' Jens hesitated and Lucas smiled at him. ''You can pay me back if you want to. In cash or...other,'' he added, winking over the table.

''I'll think about it.''

Monday, March 2nd

''What the fuck, man? Why did you shoot me?''Jens asked through the headphone's mic as his character received a bullet to the chest.

''Sorry, I thought it was Aaron.''

Jens laughed, looking around on his TV screen to find Aaron and shoot him, laughing harder as he did so.

''Hey! Why is everyone trying to kill me?''

''Because it's fun,'' Moyo responded.

paused his video game when he saw Michiel's name on the screen. He bit his lip anxiously before opening the message.

Michiel: Where's my cash, kid? Ghosting me won't work. I need it by Thursday. Or else...

Jens stared at the screen for what felt like a lifetime. Michiel was now threatening him. Jens had to do something quick or he was going to be in real danger. Who knew what Michiel - or his men - were capable of? He couldn't tell Lucas why he had suddenly changed his mind and he felt bad for asking his boyfriend for money - Lucas wasn't his personal banker -, but he needed the money sooner rather than later.

Jens: Is your offer still standing? I don't think I'll sell enough shit by Thursday

Lucas: I told you I'd help, didn't I?

Lucas: When do you need it for?

Jens: Thursday

Lucas: Want me to come with?

Jens: No. I'll be fine

Lucas: Is that supposed to be reassuring?

Jens: I'll be fine, Luc

Lucas: Okay... but I want you to text me when you get there and when you leave just so I know you are safe

Jens: 👍

Wednesday, March 4th

The television was playing loudly when Fenna returned from work, some sort of anime on the big screen. She furrowed her eyebrows at the unfamiliar characters, her heart aching at the explicit content flashing across the screen. How can teenagers watch that?

''Sorry for finishing so late. There was a big car accident and I had to do extra time to help,'' she explained, removing her jacket and setting her bag down. ''Did Lotte eat already?''

''No, I let her starve,'' the teenager answered from the couch.

Fenna gave her son a look. ''Jens...''

He flashed his mother a smile. ''I'm joking. I reheated last night's leftovers.''

''Good. Where's is she?''

''Upstairs playing in her room. Want me to tell her to come down?''

Before he could call Lotte down, Fenna shook her head. ''No. That's good, actually. I wanted to talk to you.''

Jens frowned, trying to read his mother's face but failing. She came around to sit on the couch and he turned down the volume of the television.

''You...you were right. About your father. He lied to my face about this job, he lied to all of us.'' Fenna closed her eyes, her husband's lie still fresh.

She had gone to see Mohamed on her lunch break between shifts since the hospital wasn't far from his new office - and he wasn't answering his phone. When Fenna got there, she asked to see him and was told that he didn't work there and never had.

''After a lot of difficult thinking, I made a decision and I wanted you to be the first to know about it. Your father and I will be separating.''

''As in a divorce?''

Fenna nodded slowly. She didn't want to get a divorce - nobody does. Divorce felt like a failure to a lot of people. But, it was the right choice to make. ''I still love your father, but sometimes love isn't enough. Money might not buy happiness, but without money, we can't live in this house.''

''We?'' Jens repeated. ''That means we're going to...move?''

Exhaling a breath, Fenna nodded sadly. ''I didn't want to. I did everything in my power to stay here, but I can't afford this house on my own.''

Jens swallowed thickly, a wave of sadness flowing in. He wasn't one to get attached to things, but loved this house. He spent his whole life here. Every corner and walls held a memory. The staircase where he broke his arm when he fell with his bike when he was five, the dining room table where him and his mom used to sit and work on his spelling homework, his bedroom where he had his first makeout session and the place he lost his virginity.

''What about Dad?''

He didn't want to be insensitive, but where will his father go? Clearly, he won't be following them after the divorce.

''His brother lives in Liège, he'll be staying with him for a moment. Or, so he said.''

Jens nodded. Maybe a change of scenery will be good for him. Maybe it'll help him get back on track.

Thursday, March 5th

His hands were clammy as he crossed the street, seeing Michiel's building in his line of sight. After his parents' divorce announcement, Jens wasn't in the mood to meet with Michiel, but he didn't really have the choice. Michiel had been clear: he wanted his money. He didn't care whatever was happening in Jens' personal life.

All the money was in his left pocket, feeling heavy, and a worried Lucas was in the other, sending him texts every ten seconds.

Jens stood on the doorstep and rang the doorbell, stress growing in his stomach. He bit his lip as he waited, going still when the door opened and the same big guy who was there the first time stood there.

''Long time no see,'' he pointed out.

''Is Michiel here? I have his money.''

The man nodded and let Jens in, the door shutting loudly behind.

''So, it's over? No more drug dealing shit?''

Jens hummed. ''It's over.'' He kissed Lucas in the middle. ''No more drug dealing shit.''

Lucas rolled his eyes at the small mockery. ''Good.'' He sighed, relieved.

After leaving Michiel's, Jens came over to Lucas' to reassure him and take advantage of Mr. Van Der Heijden being at work. They hadn't had a lot of alone time during the weekend despite Lucas sleeping over, so it was nice to be just the two of them again.

Lucas led them to the couch and cuddled against Jens, being the cuddle-bear he will never admit to be. Some things were just for Jens and him to know.

''I could fall asleep right here and now,'' Lucas pointed, closing his eyes as Jens played with his curls, twirling the soft ringlets between his fingers.

''Am I that much of a bore? Because I can go home if-''

Clutching a fistful of Jens' hoodie, Lucas made a protest noise. ''Don't you dare.''

Jens laughed and kissed his forehead, feeling Lucas pulling him in closer. He was keenly aware of Lucas' wants and needs and cuddling was Lucas' unspoken signal of reassurance that he would always be there for him.

''So, now that you've met my family, when am I going to meet yours?'' Jens asked, mildly teasing, breaking the comfortable silence first.

Lucas grew quiet, staring down at the carpet in front of the couch, the shades of browns and greys suddenly very interesting.

''Do you...not want me to meet your parents or something?'' Jens asked, silently hoping it wasn't that.

The brunet sat up, removing himself from Jens' hold. ''No, no. That not- It's just, I've never introduced someone to my parents...like that.''

''You mean a guy?''

''No girls either, if it reassures you,'' Lucas added with a bit of humor.

''You've told your mom about me, though?''

''Yes, but it's complicated. With my mom, we can't just schedule a date and have dinner all together. She might get anxious or she can- So many things can go wrong.''

''Or it could go well.''

Lucas sighed, moving away from his boyfriend's touch. ''Jens...''

''And, your dad?''

‘’My dad’s a dick. I only moved with him because the judge said I had to. It was that or going to a foster family. My dad might be a dick, but he’s not the worst. There’s kids out there that need fostering more than me, some who are stuck in abusive families or even orphans. I would’ve felt bad for taking someone’s place. Entering the foster system would’ve also meant not seeing my mom anymore and I can’t renounce to that.’’ Lucas paused, swallowing his emotions. ‘’She needs me. I’m all she has left. I can’t do that to her.’’

By the way his voice was strained, Jens could tell that it was still a difficult subject. Lucas was close to his mother. Hearing his story made Jens wonder how bad her mental illness was. If a judge had declared her inapte to take care of him, it must be serious. It was also so sad to hear that her husband had completely pushed her out of his life just because of her mental illness. She was lucky to have a son like Lucas.

As much as he wanted to meet Lucas’ parents, it wasn’t worth putting Lucas - nor his parents - in this state. Causing trouble in his boyfriend’s family wasn’t what Jens wanted.

He shook his head. ‘’Forget what I said, okay? I’ll meet them when you’re ready. No pressure.’’ He flashed Lucas a small smile which got reciprocated.

Lucas nodded, grateful to have someone as understanding as Jens. ‘’I love you.’’

‘’I love you,’’ Jens repeated, pulling the smaller one back into his hold.

Friday, March 6th

‘’Is Lucas coming?’’ Aaron asked, leaning against the kitchen counter.

Jens nodded, taking a sip of his beer. ‘’He said he’s on his way.’’

An eager smile spread on Aaron’s lips. ‘’So, I’m gonna meet him?’’ he added, unable to contain his excitement.

‘’You’ve met Lucas before...’’

‘’Yeah, but not as your boyfriend. This is a big deal-’’

‘’Aaron…’’

He shrugged. ‘’What? I didn't say it the other day, but I’m happy for you. I liked Jana, but Lucas is much cooler. At least he skates with us instead of sitting and watching.’’

Jens raised an eyebrow. ‘’Cooler than Sander?’’

‘’Don’t push.’’

After Robbe, Aaron was Sander’s biggest fan. He was never shy to voice how much admiration he had for him whether it was his flirting tactics, his confidence, romantic gestures or how good looking he was. It even became a running joke in the gang that if Sander wasn't already taken by Robbe, the curly haired one would tempt his chance.

‘’Your boy is here,’’ Aaron pointed out, nudging Jens as he saw Lucas walking in.

Jens looked up, watching as Lucas squeezed a path between the dancing girls in the living room and some shotgun drinkers. He grimaced at the mess it was making on the floor and scanned the room, trying to find his boyfriend, fastening his pace when he spotted him and Aaron in the kitchen.

Jens greeted him with a kiss, getting some cooing from Aaron. Could he be more annoying? Lucas leaned into Jens as the latter hooked an arm over his shoulder, pulling him close.

‘’So, you’re Jens’ boyfriend?’’

Jens rolled his eyes and groaned. ‘’Let’s go look for Moyo and Robbe.’’

They all sat in the bathroom, passing around weed and booze, like the old days. Moyo had brought some weed and smoke was rapidly filling the bathroom as they all blew their thick, grey puffs into the air.

It was the first time they all hung out together - Lucas and Sander included. Jens and Lucas squeezed in next to Robbe and Sander in the tub, laughing as Aaron vented about his latest romantic gesture that turned into an epic fail. Honestly, when does it not?

''I had the room all set up and everything,’’ he explained. ‘’Candles, flower petals, her favorite scented bath stuff, but then her mom came home and ruined my surprise before we could even get in the water. I tried telling Amber that we can still go in, but she said it was too weird if her mom was in the house.’’

Amber’s bathtub. Lucas shared glances with Jens, memories of their first kiss flowing in.

Sander sighed. ‘’Robbe’s the same, he won’t-’’

Knowing where this was going, Robbe didn’t let Sander finish his sentence, covering his mouth with his hand before he could say any more, refusing to let this turn into another let’s tell Aaron about our sex-life episode.

‘’Why did you stop? It was getting interesting,’’ Aaron complained.

‘’Quit encouraging Sander into telling you stuff. It’s private.’’

‘’And weird,’’ Jens added, backing his best friend.

‘’You’re the one who used to brag about sex-’’

Jens rolled his eyes. ‘’I don't brag…’’

He did tell everyone about losing his virginity and the sex he had with Jana - what else does fifteen years old do? And, he ranted about that toothpaste tip...a lot, but he wasn’t on Aaron’s level of bragging.

‘’Well, if you really want to know, there’s this amazing thing Jens does with his-’’ Lucas stopped himself, a smug grin on his lips. ‘’Did you really think I was going to tell you?’’

‘’I like him,’’ Moyo commented, giving Lucas a high five.

The gesture didn’t go unnoticed by Jens. It was nice to see that Lucas was integrating well into their group.

“So, since we have two new guys in the group, maybe we should get to know you both better?” Aaron suggested, waiting for his turn to take a puff.

“Dude, why do you always have to be in everyone's business?” Moyo asked.

''Don’t you know Sander enough already? You've pestered him with questions ever since Robbe said they were dating,’’ Jens said, making Robbe laugh.

Lucas felt his phone buzz and reached into his pocket to see who it was. Noting the number, he silenced the call and put his phone back in his pocket, returning his attention to the boys.

Aaron shrugged. “I’m just trying to get to know my best friends' boyfriends. If they are important to them, I want to get to know them better and let them know we care enough to get to know them.”

Sander snorted. “How profound and thoughtful of you, Aaron. I feel much more appreciated.”

Robbe laughed as Jens grabbed the joint from Moyo and took a hit. He had hesitated at first, remembering recent events, but figured that weed was a better coping method than Xanax. And, he wasn’t going to let himself get so high. Just a couple puffs to have a nice buzz.

He was about to hand it to Lucas when his phone went off - again. Sighing, Lucas pulled it out of his jacket and frowned.

‘’Gotta take this. It’s the third time he’s called, it must be important. I’ll be right back.’’

Jens nodded and watched as Lucas rose to his feet, leaving Jens’ side and headed outside to answer the phone call in a more quiet place.

The second the door closed, Sander whistled. ‘’I didn’t believe Robbe when he told me you two got together. Does he still steal your fries?’’

Rolling his eyes, Jens shook his head.

Minutes later, the door opened and Lucas’ face was worried and distraught, his previous lightness and drunken happiness completely gone.

Jens furrowed his eyebrows. ‘’Luc?’’ He sat up, recognizing a frantic and panicked behavior.

‘’I-I gotta go,’’ he simply said, ignoring Jens’ question and grabbing his jacket on the edge of the tub before leaving again, not saying ‘bye’ to anyone.

The boys watched confusedly and gave Jens a look, but the latter wasn’t paying attention to them, his eyes focused solely on Lucas. Jens stood, handing the joint back to Robbe, and went after his boyfriend, wondering what he had been told on the phone that made him want to leave the party so fast.

He didn't catch up to him until they were outside, the amount of people inside the house made it difficult to get a hold of Lucas. The evening wind hit his face the second he stepped out, sending a shiver down Jens’ back. He grabbed Lucas’ arm when he was close enough to reach and made him stop.

‘’Slow down, Luc. Why are you leaving?'' he asked, releasing his arm.

Lucas turned around, eyes filled with tears but he fought them. ''My dad. He said-'' He interrupted himself, shaking his head, voice trembling and faulty as he spoke.

Jens frowned, going immediately into comforting mode. Something was up, but the Dutch boy was talking so fast and the panic in his voice made it more difficult for Jens to understand what he was saying.

He lifted Lucas' chin, catching sight of his glassy blue eyes. ''Hey...tell me what’s going on. I can’t help you or understand if you don’t tell me.’’

‘’My mom. It’s- She’s going to be admitted to a clinic, I… I have to go.’’

#van der stoffels #jens's season #jens stoffels #lucas van der heijden #wtfock #vds #skam nl #jens x lucas #lucas x jens

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Genre: Idolverse Pairing: Kim Junmyeon (Suho) x reader Warnings: ANGST. unprotected sex. clothed sex. shower sex. oral sex(m & f receiving). slight body issues if you squint. Myeonnie is a soft dom in case that isn’t already obv. prev. 2 next. Words: 13k

You groan aloud, frustrated with reading the same paragraph three times over but not absorbing what is written. Not even enough to pretend that you understand.

Originally, you had thought that getting some fresh air and studying outside on this beautiful April day would help you. Instead, it was distracting. Like there was something calling for you to look around, but not dangerous. Like you might miss something if you don’t look up every five seconds.

However, your headphones are comfortable over your ears as you listen to your favorite instrumental study playlist, pencil tapping the thick pages of your open textbook in your lap as you go. Just focus!

This class was putting you through it, you couldn’t wait for the semester to be over finally. Only five more weeks. You sighed, pouting your lips out and taking a swig of your water before diving back into the text willfully.

You’d been at it for nearly two hours now. The sun was stretching to its peak overhead just as your stomach grumbled. You tell yourself if you can make it through the end of this chapter, you would call it a day and get yourself a late lunch.

Somehow, a testament of your willpower, you plowed through the end of the chapter in ten minutes, writing notes, scribbling passages down, highlighting and marking related information within the chapter with a variety of cat shaped sticky tabs.

You were pleased with yourself, closing your eyes and smiling at a particularly wonderful melody as you let your head roll back to feel the sun on your face and stretch your neck.

A content, productive sigh left your body feeling much better. You were totally going to reward yourself with the largest, most expensive coffee you could afford. Rolling your head back to your notes, you opened your eyes.

A pair of feet immediately caught your attention. Black, white and red Nike airs, and expensive looking ones at that. Your head snapped up to see, and standing before you was the last person you expected.

Kim Junmyeon.

Your breath caught in your lungs and suddenly the air of relaxation you had worked so hard for is stolen away and your heart is swept into your throat with the wreckage.

He’s casual but still devastatingly handsome. With ripped blue jeans, a faded charcoal tee and an impressively oversized yellow plaid flannel, he looks the epitome of chic but functional and not at all like a huggable boyfriend, you remind yourself. He’s wearing a black bucket hat to hide his eyes. His eyes that are staring directly at you.

The expression panting his face is passive. Passive… but also curious. Passive… but also a bit worried. Passive… but also a bit, something else.

You smile at him, letting your headphones fall around your neck and fixing your hair, “Hello.”

A grin tucks itself into the corner of his mouth automatically at the sound of your voice. “Hello to who?”

Laughter falls from your lips at his inquiry, “Hello, Junmyeon.”

He tsked, “Still think you know me, huh?” You’re almost afraid he means it, until he squeezes himself into the minuscule space where you’ve left the bench empty of your school work.

“I mean…” you trail off, averting his gaze with a blush. He is happy with your reaction, an honest smile curling his eyes into crescents as he looks around the park, taking in the springtime view. Momentarily, while his gaze is absent, you study him. He looks healthy and well.

“I can see why you chose to study out here, its peaceful.” he comments, “I hope I’m not interrupting? It looked like you were finishing up a few minutes ago.”

“You were watching me study?”

He laughs boyishly at your expression, “Perhaps I was.”

You scoff at him, shutting your books and shoving them back into your bag one at a time, “That’s not weird or anything.”

He blushes, hesitating for a moment with those pretty eyes going wide and lips pouting, “I’m sorry. I couldn’t help myself, you were distracting me.” Junmyeon puts on a dignified air, insisting you are the cause of interruption.

You laugh loudly into the air, “Oh, you’re one to talk, mister idol!” Leaning closer you whisper, “How are you even out and about right now without paparazzi and fans all over you? That’s dangerous, you know.”

He grins like a cat, eyes darting around you as if there’s some trick he has to it that he doesn’t want to expose. “I’m fine, I do this all the time.” but the smile fades a fraction as he continues his explanation, “I’m not nearly as popular or easy to spot as some of the others. I don’t stick out like a sore thumb like Chanyeol or Jongin do.”

Before the words can be mulled over, they’re tumbling out of your mouth, “I don’t think that’s true. You’re always the first one I notice.”

Junmyeon stills, blushing as his brows fly into his hairline. He wasn’t expecting you to say that, but the tone of your voice compelled him to believe it. “Thank you.”

You grumble, refusing to meet his eyes and instead scratching at your cheek, “You’re welcome.”

Just before he can say anything else or the tension can grow, your stomach protests audibly between you. Embarrassed heat floods your cheeks and you both laugh.

“I think your stomach is done with studying.” Junmyeon quips with that grin tucked into his cheek again.

“You don’t say.” you deadpan in return.

“Feisty today are we!” he goads, standing up as you do. He stuffs his hands into his pockets and rocks back and forth on his heels with a smile full of white teeth, his eyes downcast to your face with an amused tilt to his lips.

“Just frustrated by this stupid class. It’s almost over.” you explain, hauling your bag over your shoulder. Very naturally, he falls into step beside you as you walk the gravelly path toward the exit.

He hummed, something you remember he did often to fill the silence the last time you were with him, just over four months ago. You remember with a shiver, back when he had his tongue delving between your thighs. You remember with a frown, back when you left his warmth at the end of your shared pleasure. Back when you realized just how lonely he was, and how guilty you felt leaving him alone in his bed on a cold and dreary December morning without so much as a thank you.

You become absorbed in your thoughts, questioning why then has he sought you back out? Why, when he could have just as easily ignored you and passed you by, was he going out of his way to walk with you?

Why did you feel connected to him? Why did you notice, even before meeting him in person so abruptly all those months ago, the way he wore his heart on his sleeve? Why was it so easy for you to see the stress he was under and the emotions and words he couldn’t express on television so plainly written across his handsome face? Why could you feel the sadness emanating from him?

Focus! It was no big deal. It was casual, totally nonchalant. You tell yourself right here and now in your head that you are not going to be hung up on it. You let it go months ago. You were not responsible for his feelings or his actions involving you or not. You remind yourself that you’re not heartless.

You don’t have the time to get involved like that and neither does he. You don’t have the time to give the thoughts attention and you feel ludicrous for even thinking about what ifs involving him. So you don’t. Now, however, with the warmth of his skin radiating hot enough that you can feel it through your denim jacket, those thoughts spark to life once more like moths to a flame.

The guilt that you shouldn’t even be feeling is back and you cannot help but wonder, was he upset with you that day? If he was, then why has he sought you back out again?

No, you know the answer. You knew it the moment you saw his face. The moment you saw the flashes of curiosity and delight and worry and hurt fleetingly brush his lovely features only to disappear so quickly you question if they had ever even come at all.

Junmyeon speaks, his tone light and curious, “Do you mind if I tag along? I’ll buy.” He is pointedly not looking at you, instead keeping his eyes trained on the gravel he gently digs the tips of his shoes into it to fling pieces of it across the expanse.

You keep walking, but are glad for his questions so you can get out of your head. You don’t want to stop and discuss your confusion on this entire situation. Loudly, your stomach protests once more, appealing to his request.

“I don’t mind, but you don’t need to buy my lunch.”

“But may I, please?” he looks at you from the corner of his eye as you move, “Think of it as payment for my request for your time.” His visage is genuine this time, but you don’t miss the way he holds his breath as you pass through the wrought iron gate.

“If you’re insisting.” you smirk in return. You think you really do enjoy his company and conversation, regardless of the prospect for more when you last met.

“I certainly am.”

“You choose then?” you challenge, both of you pausing outside the gate before he decides to go left, toward the busier part of town.

You cough, adjusting your bag on your shoulder, “Aren’t you worried, even a little, about being spotted out with me?” You can’t help nervously fidgeting with your hair, tucking it back and then fluffing it around your face to give you some sort of shield.

He hums again, “No, not really.” then shrugs, “If it somehow circulates, it wouldn’t be a lie to say we’re just friends, right?”

Your face falls, but you don’t let him see it. “Uh…right.” Just be casual. What did you expect? You slept together on the premise of a one night stand, with no intention of continuing that relation whatsoever.

But, here you are with him. Feeling his calm warmth wash over you, pulling you toward him with some invisible magnet that you can’t understand. It still feels natural, as if, perhaps, you really are just friends going for lunch.

Friends who fucked once.

Silence follows, but you don’t get the feeling he is uncomfortable. Just the opposite in fact, seeming to buzz with excitement in his step, a happy tune wafting from his nose as he leads you to the row of restaurants and cafes near the busiest district in the city.

“I hope you’re hungry,“ he says "because we’re having sushi.” Suddenly, his big brown eyes are staring at you. His genuine personality is refreshing, but takes some time to get used to.

You give him a warm smile in return, “Sushi? I’m a college student, I live off of coffee and cheap eats for a living.”

“Fair enough, but I’m buying, remember?” he pouts, side-eyeing you.

You mouth waters and you hold up a hand in defeat, “No protest here. That sounds delicious, I was just saying.”

Junmyeon titters and pauses his stride, nudging you softly with his shoulder to go toward the crosswalk at the corner, refusing to remove his hands from his pockets.

“Excellent. It’s right there.” he tosses his head to a window fronted place you have seen a handful of times but never ventured into. It looked relatively low profile, with a plain black paint job and a wooden sign, accented with industrial steel fixtures.

Junmyeon holds the door open for you before following you inside and shuffling with you toward the counter. “What kind of drink would you like?” he asks.

Your eyes flick briefly to the menu board above your heads, “Uh, just an americano is fine, thank you.”

“Alright, go pick a table. Are you cool with an assortment?” he asks, his hands gesturing around with the question. You answer with an enthusiastic nod of your head.

He put his hand on your back, guiding you to leave the line and find a seat. The heat radiating from his palm soothes the otherwise electric shock that ran down your spine at his touch.

You think it’s best to shake it off, instead busying yourself with choosing the perfect table. Somewhere deep into the cafe, with tall backed plush booths and dimmed overhead lighting. Away from the windows, with wall sconces of light filtering more clearly at each table, creating a warmer, cozy atmosphere.

You tuck this place away in your head for future study locations, especially during the winter. Only when you can afford it, of course.

Just as you finished making yourself comfortable, Junmyeon rounds the bar with a tray in his hands. He’s grinning again, setting the tray down with an eager kind of delight before dolling out the the chopsticks.

Your coffee smells amazing, and the roll portions are a good size, too. “I hope you like it.” he chimes, moving the tray out of the way and breaking his chopsticks.

“Thank you for this.” you say, meaning every word, “It looks amazing.”

His reply, “It tastes even better.” leaves a lingering thought in the air. Was he implying…?

There is no time to dwell on it any further when your stomach forces another opinionated gurgle upon your silence. Following his lead, you eat.

The food is delicious and you dine in relative silence. Occasionally, he asks you about your classes between mouthfuls of fish and rice.

“Wow, that’s impressive.” he claims.

“Me, or the sushi?” Your cheeky smile makes him laugh in return.

“Obviously the sushi.”

You nearly cackle, barking a laugh at his off the wall and unexpected answer and covering your mouth. After you calm down, he continues, “I’m serious though. That’s a lot on your plate for one semester.”

“Yeah, well, it has to get done.” Wow even the avocado is fresh.

“How much longer do you have?”

You swallow, “I graduate next spring, I hope. There’s a class I’ll need to finish, but only so many students get in every semester.”

Junmyeon takes a long pull from his own coffee, “I see.” followed with, “How about work? Are you still at the high profile gig?”

Popping another piece of roll into your mouth, you nod.

“Do you like it there?” he seems honestly curious, not just making small talk to fill the silence. He takes another bite of his meal while he waits for you to speak.

“I do. It pays well and it isn’t hard so I can really focus on my school work. Plus Soohyun is there, so…” you trail off with a blush, recalling the last time you spoke to Soohyun about Junmyeon.

He raises an eyebrow at you, “Soohyun… Soohyun.”

“The other server from that night.” you clarify, and you both know exactly what night you’re referring to.

“Sorry, I didn’t really notice anyone else.” he chuckles gently, wiping panko crumbs from his mouth with a napkin.

You mirror his expression, “Yeah, me either.” The air grows a little tense between you in the silence. It seems the tension between you is still mutual, thickening in the lull that settles over the meal between you.

There is an entire monologue going on in his head. Even with a mouth full of food from across the table, you can see the cogs working in his brilliant mind. The questions he asks himself and the puzzle he is trying to put together in his head with his brow knitted tightly.

You decide to give him some space and not make it weird. You busy yourself with a giant swig of coffee and it burns your tongue, but you swallowed and excuse yourself from the booth.

“I’ll be right back. I just need to use the restroom.” You provide, watching him. He only nods at you, rubbing the tip of his chopsticks over his bottom lip.

When you return, his gaze snaps to yours with a certain kind of slow intensity, but he remains silent until you are back into your seat.

Just before you can pluck another piece from the Spicy Girl roll between you, he speaks, “Are you free today?”

You don’t move, instead eyeing him, “I am. Why?” There is an unease settling in your stomach, and you’re retracting your chopsticks from the platter, empty.

“Would you” he begins, laughing at his own bashfulness and scratching at his cheek, “Would you like to come back with me?”

There it is. You can’t help but feel like you shouldn’t. You know it would feel the same as it did last time once it was over, if not worse. You don’t want to have your thoughts occupied by him when you should be focusing. When he was only a temporary lover. When he isn’t yours to think about or have feelings for. That’s cruel to do to yourself.

“Junmyeon, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” You whisper, eyes dropping to his pouted lips.

His brow knits again and he looks upset, like he wasn’t expecting you to say that. He folds his hands in front of him and smiles aporetically down at the last few pieces of food, “Was it that bad?”

Your chest constricts painfully at his question. “Of course not! That has nothing to do with it.” Your eyes dart around the space outside the booth for prying eyes. It’s the perfect time, after lunch but before dinner, so there are nearly zero patrons.

"Do you regret it?” He bites out as politely as possible, schooling his scowl into a neutral vacancy.

“No!”

Junmyeon huffs and busies himself with turning the table tablet toward himself and gently swiping his back card.

You hate the silence, so you continue, not revealing the entirety of your reluctance but indulging him with half of the truth, “I like to think I’m not vain, and I’m not terrible to look at.” you stall, catching his eyes watching you as he pushes buttons and signs his name.

“But why me? I mean, look at me, I’m no ulzzang. Then look at you, you’re… you know, you.“ Your hands gesture at him in frustration, failing to find an appropriate single word to describe him.

“So?” he states incredulously, “Does that mean I can’t enjoy your company?” He chooses not to comment on your question of why.

You pout in return until an obscure, hellish thought enters your mind and your voice grows thick with whispered conviction, “I seriously hope you don’t think it’s because I’m easy.”

Junmyeon’s brows shoot up into his hairline and he looks at you in shock followed by hurt, but he doesn’t say anything. You realize immediately when your temper flared with the thought, you forgot that this is Junmyeon you’re talking to. You would never think that of him.

“I’m sorry. I… that was rude.”

“Don’t be.” he quips, resigning himself to stand from the table. You follow him back out into the breeze and he doesn’t seem to mind that you’re still beside him as he walks.

After one block of city streets, he whirls on you suddenly, “You’re sure I didn’t hurt you or something? You didn’t hate it?”

You shake your head at him, “Absolutely not. I enjoyed it very much.”

He removes his black hat for a moment only to run his hand through his hair aggressively and replace it on his head.

“Look,” he starts, moving you both into a small shop alcove and out of the way for other pedestrians, “I know I’m not as great as my band members. But I-“

You cut him off sharply, “I don’t care about your band members, Junmyeon! I didn’t want to sleep with any of them that night and that hasn’t changed! Do you seriously think I’m settling for you because you’re the only one who gave me attention?”

He tries, “But Jongdae-“

Silenced again, you try to keep your voice level and not shout at him, but you are so angry at him for insinuating. “Is that really what you think of me?” His expression is bewildered and confused. You’re both anxious, arguing on the streets of the city for all to watch.

The look of hurt he sees on your face makes him lean closer, “No! That’s not what I’m trying to say at all. I’m trying to say I’m sorry I’m not as good as them!”

Now you’re angry all over again, but for the opposite reason. You soften for him, letting your rage simmer, “Junmyeon. I don’t want you to apologize to me then. I want you to apologize to yourself for thinking that. I wish you would think better about yourself. Don’t you see how amazing you are?”

“How amazing Suho is, you mean.” He bites in a low tone.

“Suho is a part of you. I don’t remember calling Suho’s name that night. Suho isn’t the one I wanted.” He frowns momentarily until you clarify further, “I wanted Junmyeon that night. I wanted you.” You jab a finger toward his chest to emphasize your point.

He breathes into your space, and you watch his Adam’s apple bob in his throat as he swallows.

“Was it only for that night?” His voice is so soft, like the words might shatter if he said them with more force. It is easy to see he is bracing for you to say yes.

“Well, no.” you disclose carefully.

He smiles, “Then why not?”

“Because I still want you.”

Junmyeon lifts one brow, “…because you still want me?” he pulls back just enough to look at you completely, gauging your face.

You look to the ground. You are never good with this kind of thing. It’s why short term relationships or one night stands once in a blue moon are better for you. You fall too hard too fast and don’t know how to handle those emotions. You believe you’re naive.

“It’s not a good idea, because I still want you.” You take a deep breath, “Even if it’s not for keeps. Even if I know I shouldn’t. Even if I know it will hurt when it’s over and we go our separate ways tomorrow. Even if I know there’s no promise I might ever meet you again. Even,” you pause, looking up to him now, “Even if it’s just like this.”

Junmyeon is silent but his face is slack and softened.

“And that makes me feel crazy. We both said we never do this kind of thing because neither of us have the time. That’s all it was supposed to be.” Your arms curl around yourself, shrugging your shoulders and looking anywhere but his face.

He chuckles, bringing his hands to your sides and closing them into loose fists, resisting, before dropping them back into his pockets with a deep sigh.

“Then why shouldn’t we indulge when we get the opportunity?” he implores with a huff into the air above your head. “I couldn’t bring myself to just pass you by when I saw you earlier.”

You smooth your dress down against your legs idly, eyes focused on the collar of his yellow flannel.

The handsome man in front of you speaks again, quietly, “I would really like to kiss you right now, but we’re in public.” He pauses before adding, “I would really like to do other things, too, if you want to. Even if it will make it difficult tomorrow, because it would have been harder to swallow if I had just passed you by.”

You reach out, plucking a stray hair off of the sleeve of his shirt, flicking it away in the wind. You want to indulge him and you crave him just as you did the first time now that he is standing here within arms-reach and wanting you, too.

So you look him in the eye and ask what has been plaguing your mind since you left his bed that morning.

“Were you upset when you woke up that morning and I was gone?”

Junmyeon hesitates, watching you watch him in return. You keep the guilt from it locked away neatly when faced with him, and the honest, vulnerable way the word ‘yes’ writes itself across his features makes your heart ache bitterly.

He doesn’t have to say the word for you to know. The expressive way he is looking at you, right down to your bones, is enough to make you understand that he sees you. Enough to make him understand that you see him, too.

Without much verbal debate, he guides you down the street and into a tall building. “Wave goodbye to me. Then go to the rest room.” He points to a crevice in the spacious lobby behind the escalator, “When you come out, there’s an elevator on the other side of the escalator. Go up to room fifteen on the eleventh floor.”

He smiles at you tepidly, too still and polite as if simply giving directions to a stranger. You’re confused by his sudden change in demeanor until you realize he is already dropping into his act and waving goodbye to you with both hands, turning away to head for the large main elevator to the left of the desk.

You wave back, albeit a little robotically since you’re not used to doing this so suddenly, before walking away to the right, towards the ladies room.

Given the opportunity, you might as well freshen up as best you can. You pull your dress down, attempting to flatten a few wrinkles and reapplying your lip balm.

As you exit and make your way up to floor eleven, you can’t fight the way your cheeks hurt from smiling. Your nerves are replaced with excitement today and a weightlessness you were not expecting to feel during this time of year. Not with the final for your hardest class creeping up quickly.

You knock only once before the door flies open and you’re being tugged inside. A cacophony of complaints are being tossed around the room as you enter. Junmyeon’s fingers around your hand are a warmth that makes you sigh.

What you are not expecting is Sehun. You supposed with an afterthought, your lover might not always get a room by himself; that might become expensive for their company.

The younger, taller boy is loud. Louder than you had ever seen him be, either in private dining or on stage. His complaints are centered around the inconvenience of being kicked from his own room at your expense and you suddenly feel sheepish when his eyes landed on you.

“Oh, it’s you.” He states plainly, and not exactly in the most pleasant tone. He raises one dark eyebrow in your direction, rocking back on his heels shortly before he moves past you with a disgruntled huff.

“Get out.” Junmyeon interrupts his staring, leaving you momentarily to unplug a phone charger from the wall and stuffing a pair of Sehun’s pajamas into his arms along with the cord, shooing the maknae toward the door.

“Hyung, this is so uncool.” Sehun moans, keeping his foot in the door as Junmyeon tries to shut it. His impatience makes you giggle.

Junmyeon sighs, turning toward you with a wide grin, “Y/N, do you think I’m lame?”

You laugh, covering your mouth to shake your head at Sehun’s frown, “I think you’re the coolest.”

Junmyeon truly smiles broader than you have ever seen before at your compliment, “Thank you, sweetheart. See? She thinks I’m cool. Now get out.” The threatening expression that drops over his handsome face at the younger man makes your stomach flip flop with desire. You think in the back of your mind how much you know you might enjoy it if he punished you with that face.

Sehun denies it, “Okay first of all- gross. Second, she doesn’t count!” before adding, “Yah, hyung you know I can’t sleep alone!”

“Go bother someone else. Minseok got a single this time, go sleep with him!” he orders before shutting the door completely.

Junmyeon turns back to you, a devilish smirk growing across his mouth.

“Sorry about that.” He says, turning sheepish. His hands gently pull you to into his embrace, mouths drawing closer, whispering, “I feel like a college kid kicking his roommate out.”

Your bubbling laughter against his mouth is cut short by his lips, soft but eager to press against your own.

The electricity immediately lights your skin, kissing him back with fervor. This time, the difference is not the awkward attempt to figure out how to kiss you. Junmyeon remembers just how to kiss you, licking hotly into your mouth to make you squirm in his arms. His tongue demands a space to pet against your own.

He hums, appreciating the flavor of your lips. Taking advantage, he licks, nips and kisses all of the newly applied balm from your soft pout.

His hands deftly guide you back a step, just enough to let your back touch the wall before they are trailing all over. Up the back of your arm to your neck, down to your breasts, across your hip to dig into your ass.

Your want for him grows impatient with his expert kisses and fleeting touches. All hot lava in your mouth but feathers against your skin. Your jacket is heavy and warm suddenly, too restricting for such an activity. Junmyeon can feel your frustration, releasing you momentarily and appreciating the way your chest bows out toward him as you reach behind yourself to yank each sleeve from your arm before you toss it onto a bed.

With a sigh you relax back against the wall, demanding he curl closer into you while his mouth plants kisses across your cheek to your jaw, to your ear, to the sensitive place just behind it. Your nails dig into his arms as he nibbles the soft flesh, sucking just enough to tease and not leave a mark.

You moan, tilting your head for him. The feeling of his smile spreading against your neck is nice, and he continues his path over your neck to your shoulder, wet open mouthed kisses planting seeds of desire along your skin. The action makes you hiss and shiver against the sturdy confines of his body.

His hands are bunching the fabric of your dress before he passes it all into one hand to slide his palm up the back of your thigh with the other. When his fingertips dip just under the edge of your panties to take a handful of your ass in his grip, he groans.

“Junmyeon.” You whine, picking up the same leg to put your knee at his hip. He takes your hint, stepping into you fully to hoist your limbs up and around his hips.

Neither of you care about the impatience, too busy remembering how good you feel against the one another. The instant relief of him pressed against your center coerces a moan, your arms wrapping around his shoulders.

He kisses you again, flexing his hips into your own against him, sighing into your mouth when you bring one hand down to pop the button of his jeans open. It’s a feat you aren’t sure how you managed.

“Like this?” he asks, hoping you catch his meaning.

The idea of it sends a shudder down your spine and you feel silly for asking him if he can manage it like this, so you don’t voice it.

Instead, “If that’s what you want.” You’re worried he might not be able to hold up all of your weight for the entire event.

Junmyeon grins against your lips, one hand leaving your ass as he pushes you further against the wall.

“Lift your hips for me, sweetheart.” He coos, struggling a little but ultimately freeing himself from his pants. The heat of him, heavy, hot and hard against your throbbing pussy has you sighing happily, gently swiveling your hips against him.

He chokes on a moan against your neck, settling you back against his lap and pulling the full weight of your behind into himself. Junmyeon chuckles huskily, feeling you tense up just enough for him to notice, "Don’t worry, I’ve got you.”

A blush quickly spreads itself over your cheeks and you smile at him, “Okay.”

He kisses you. He is always kissing you, but hungrily this time, groaning into it as you bring a hand between your bodies to stroke the head of him.

Just as you’re slipping your thumb through the pre cum gathering at his tip, Junmyeon pushes you against the wall again, using his leverage to lock the crook of your knee and his elbow together. You hold on tighter when you realize he’s letting go.

It doesn’t last long. Only a moment is needed as he pulls your panties to the side roughly, letting one finger trail through your arousal with a long, unfiltered groan.

“So good for me, sweetheart.” he praises, adding, “So fucking wet. Is it all for me?” with a growl.

You keen, moaning at his words as a hot blush paints your ears. You realize you have a penchant for him like this. The angelic tenor of his voice whispering dirty words to you in such an intimate space has your cunt fluttering with a pang of emptiness.

“Tell me.” he demands, lubricating himself and rubbing your clit with the head of his swollen cock.

“Yes!” you whine, trying to raise your hips against him to chase the friction and get him to move more.

“Good girl.” he whispers, pulling hard on your panties again and lifting you just enough to sink the entire length of himself all at once into your waiting heat with a strangled moan against your neck. The sound of his beautiful voice dripping with such pleasure has you shuddering in his arms.

“Fuck, ‘Myeonnie.” you mewl. Gravity is your best friend in this moment, aiding your weight to feel every inch of him inside of you. You relish in the stretch, flexing your hips as best as you can to match the pace of his conquest.

This isn’t the same kind of sex it was last time. Neither of you are taking the time to map and explore and remember each moment. Instead, you’re so hungry to feel one another again that he is driving into with a brutal rhythm, his biceps taught to keep you in his hold.

You’re vaguely aware your spine and shoulder blades are going to be sore tomorrow from the force of his thrusts, your bones digging into the unforgiving drywall behind you. You can’t be bothered to care right now. Not while the sight, sound and feel of Junmyeon fucking into you against the wall of his hotel room is happening. Not while he instructs you to rub your clit between your bodies with a growl and a furrowed brow. His pretty lips are wet and swollen, catching the light as they drop open or he bites them, stuttering out groans alongside particularly deep thrusts.

Everything in this space is turning you on. The light but present scent of his cologne mixed with the smell of sex. The humid, sticky dampness of his forehead pressed against your shoulder. His soft brown hair that will surely tickle your nose if you turn your head just a fraction. The rough fabric of his jeans rubbing at your behind, sure to leave some sort of burn if you’re not careful.

It spikes your pleasure higher knowing neither of you could wait long enough to properly remove your clothes. You try to time your stimulation with his thrusts, but he is burying himself into you with abandon, murmurs of praise and profanities pouring from his mouth as he takes you.

He straightens his back for a better angle, and you don’t think you’ll ever find his focused, furrowed brows unattractive. The way he is so intently fixated on the sight of his cock disappearing between your thighs is quickly becoming one of your favorite things about him. The way his cheekbones screw his face tight with pleasure. Perhaps burning that image in your head could be of use when you’re alone and desperate.

Reaching out, you use your free hand to ground yourself to him further, curling your fingers around his bicep. Feeling the solid muscle makes you squeeze him and he groans once more. He smiles, too, as his eyes flick up to catch yours. It is with that thought that you swat at his oversized flannel, pushing it to fall off of one shoulder just enough to let your fingers slide beneath the sleeve of his tee to feel his smooth skin.

Your orgasm is so close you have to close your eyes, focusing on the pleasure coiling tighter through you like a white hot knife. Junmyeon can feel it instantly, the way your body begins to tense around him. The way your pussy constricts its grip around his aching cock.

“That’s it sweetheart. Let me feel it.” he growls with pleasure, gritting his teeth and driving himself into you with a pace you don’t want him to falter.

You’re trembling, taken over by the reality of the situation. The flavor of it is one you are afraid you might become addicted to, heavy and sweet on your tongue with bliss. Your nails dig crescents into his arm and you hear him hiss. Watching him sweat and fuck you like he wants to possess you makes you fall over the edge.

You cry out, letting your head thud back against the wall as he chases you to completion. Even still, through his pleasure, he checks, “A-are you on… a contraceptive?”

Panting openly as you shake in his hold, you don’t respond. It feels so good, so fucking incredible. How can he even think clearly right now with your velvet heat beckoning him to join you in euphoria?

He groans, “Sweetheart I- I need to… fuck. I need to know.”

You nod weakly at him, barely choking out the word 'yes’ before his hips pick up speed, pistoning into you for a moment before he buries his face in your neck and moans, long and loud. His hips stutter, “Fuck, you… feel so good. I’m gonna come.”

His voice sounds desperately broken and you find yourself sweating suddenly at the words he whispers so close to your neck. His sounds of pleasure are music to your ears as he finds his release.

You moan softly right along with him, letting your fingers climb to the back of his neck to card gently through his hair. There’s an innate heat coupled with his full length blooming inside of you, and you swivel your hips to feel it more. Junmyeon delightedly shivers in your arms, gasping quietly while he regains his breath against your neck.

The space between you is without warning far more intimate and calm than it had been not thirty seconds ago. Only your mingled, ragged breathing froths in the air between you, chests still heaving with exertion as the last tides of adrenaline leave your veins.

Junmyeon turns his face just enough to plant a long, gentle kiss to the side of your neck. It makes your heart leap and flutter in your throat. He lifts his face, eyes searching for yours and he smiles when he looks at you. The expression on his face is beautiful. It is warm and glowing, further visualized by the tame afternoon sun filtering through the room and lighting the angles of his cheeks, lips and chin, the rounded tip of his nose, with a soft gleam.

It is in this moment that your heart disappears from your body altogether, stolen right from the safety of your chest with his stunning beauty. As if to mock you, you quickly remember that he is not yours and that it hurts to know you don’t get to wake up to this face every day.

Thankfully, Junmyeon doesn’t seem to perceive your crestfallen appearance. He only continues to smile at you coquettishly, embracing your limp body and leaning in to sample your lips slowly. As if you might believe he sees the same things in you. You wish that were the case, even though you know you shouldn’t.

He sighs happily at the feel of your lips, his own stretching thinner in a line against you when you protest against the feeling of him slipping from your core. Abruptly, he pulls your bodies from the wall, hands full of your thighs as he carries you to the bathroom.

Gently, he sets your ass on the cold granite of the sink and you yelp at the icy chill against your skin. Junmyeon laughs at your reaction, his grin tucking into the corner of his mouth when you sulk.

He spins away, busying himself with the faucet of the shower and stripping his clothes. He looks to you as he kicks off the last leg of his jeans, hopping to the side one pace when he almost loses his balance.

You can’t help but bark out a laugh at him, your fit of giggles becoming more obnoxious as he glowers at you with a pout.

There is no need for words in this moment. You’re both content to bask in the silence, communicating through your actions while he steps to you and helps lift your dress over your head. He tosses it behind him and reaches for you once more, letting the weight of his palms slide up your arms in a comforting manner.

Junmyeon pulls your shoulders to him lightly, enough that he can reach around and unclasp your bra for you while the softness of his lips touches against your hairline. He pulls the straps back down your arms for you, his fingers so mild against your skin. He is watching you with a spark of… affection? in his eyes. A sudden slowness to paint himself a picture of your every atom in his mind like you’re made of stardust.

He steps back, giving you space to hop off the edge of the sink. Even though you feel wonderfully light and weightless, you can feel the cool stickiness of his release sliding down your thighs. You waste no time in slipping off your soiled panties and kicking them to their own corner of the room before you follow him into the steaming comfort of the shower.

Of course, he is gentlemanly enough to let you gorge on the brunt of the water first, instead content to run his fingers along the tops of your shoulders, the curves of your waist, the round slopes of your hips. Every scar and pock mark he can reach. Your first task is to clean yourself of the mess he made between your legs.

Now, you reach for the shampoo, opting to run your fingers through his hair with it, scratching the suds along his scalp. Junmyeon nearly purrs, but cocks one eyebrow and coyly lets you do as you please, amused by the playfulness in your eyes.

He does much of the same to you, twisting the strands of your hair with his fingers, frothing it with the shampoo before he lets you rinse. You yelp, giving him a quick glare and a wet slap to his chest when he plucks the bud of your breast while you closed your eyes to tip your head back under the spray.

Junmyeon laughs, trying to act like he didn’t do anything wrong under the scrutiny of your gaze.

You repeat the same series of motions, passing the small bottle of conditioner between yourselves. You force Junmyeon to switch places with you this time, refusing to rinse your hair first. He laughs loudly when you make a face and pass your own fingers over one of his nipples.

Slowly, the lightness of the moment and the sex wear off, evaporating from your skin with the steam of the shower. Monotonously, you let the wonderful man with you run his hands along your body, reveling in the tenderness of his silent task as he runs the soap around your figure. He doesn’t notice your shifting mood.

He doesn’t see the way your eyes climb his body and pause on his face, trying desperately to look into his head and burn every part of him into your memory. You were right all along, knowing just how much this was going to hurt both of you, but here you are, doing it anyway.

You can’t help but feel like it is ridiculous. You don’t love him, not by any means, but you wouldn’t say that you don’t think there’s an undeniable chemistry between you. You don’t deny how natural and good it feels when you’re with him, even fully clothed, stuffing your faces with sushi or sitting on a park bench and jesting. You don’t deny the way he makes your heart shake with some sort of feeling when he is looking into you as if he knows the map of your very soul. You don’t deny the crushing ache of it when you know you’ll leave and you have no guarantee you will ever meet him again.

Most of all, you don’t deny the crushing guilt of giving him these same memories, so cruel is your shared selfishness. The staggering weight of knowing how empty he will feel, just the same if not more than your own. His longing for companionship written so delicately in the way he is caring for you right now.

He is drawing out every pass of his fingers along your skin, his eyes blazing a path right behind his hands, taking you in. It squeezes the air from your lungs to imagine him tomorrow, or the day after that and the week after that, without someone to catch him. Without someone to hold him up when he is tired and stressed and unable to rest because of the unending weight upon his broad, weary shoulders. You know, without any trace of doubt, that he is strong. Very much so, but he is also human.

He shouldn’t have to suffer, and you are incredibly aware of his unspoken words. His body language, his tenderness, his focused movements against you and his pleading eyes. You are hearing the thoughts in his head that he doesn’t know how to verbalize, or can’t or won’t. It doesn’t matter, because you can hear them and see them and feel them with every second that dissipates between you.

Junmyeon gently pulls you out of your thoughts to coax you back under the heat of the water, swapping you to rinse while he washes himself with a tranquil smile.

You blink rapidly, willing away the thoughts plaguing you. You let the sting of the water soothe the ache settling in your shoulders, falling down your back in an endless wave of heat. When you’ve had enough you turn, raising your arms to let the water wash away the feeling of lead in your stomach. You will enjoy this, you chastise yourself with a frown. What’s done is done, you’ll already suffer, you tell yourself.

Junmyeon’s hands find your arms again, softly swaying you backwards just a little. His hands gather your hair and move it to one side as his lips find the back of your neck.

“Will you stay?” he asks quietly against the line of your shoulder.

Your heart sinks. Junmyeon can feel you tense up.

“I don’t know…” you begin slowly, letting your head hang, wishing the pitter patter against your scalp were loud enough to drown out your spinning thoughts.

He sighs, turning you in his hold. You feel the shame wash over you, the comforting heat of the shower not enough to stop the icy shiver your body responds with. He doesn’t force you to meet his eyes.

“Why?” You applaud his strength. His ability to keep his feelings from seeping into his voice as he simply questions.

“Because this will hurt enough tomorrow without staying.” Your words are clearly heard and Junmyeon pauses, letting them sink into his ears. He makes a sound akin to sucking his teeth.

This time, his hand rises and he pauses again with his fingers outstretched toward your chin. You can tell he is uncertain now if he should even touch you.

“You keep saying that.” he states carefully before deciding to be selfish enough to make you look at him. His hold is still calm as he lifts your chin, tilting his own face down to catch your eyes when they refuse to lift from his neck.

He continues, “You said you didn’t regret it, so why do you say it hurts?”

You don’t answer him right away, gritting your teeth behind your closed lips.

He doesn’t let up, “Was it not good enough to outweigh this hurt you keep feeling?”

Your eyes snap to his fully, watching his frustrated expression morph into one of sadness. He is staring at you, uncaring about the water dripping from his hair into his eyes.

“Because how can I enjoy it so much that I don’t care about how lonely you will be?” you say quietly, your brow furrowing up at him.

“We’re not supposed to get attached.” you whisper. Your head suddenly feels too heavy for your shoulders. You let it fall to his sternum, thumping against it softly.

“I’m not heartless, Junmyeon. I can’t keep doing this when you look at me like I’m filling the void in here.” you say, nudging his chest more with your head for emphasis.

Junmyeon is still. You can feel his heart steadily in his chest, but he doesn’t move. You feel more than see him laugh softly after a long moment.

He doesn’t move your head from his chest, but you can feel the vibrations of his voice when he asks, “How could I possibly by lonely when the world is watching me? When I have a family of brothers and millions of fans supporting me?”

You stand up straight, letting your fingers trace the hardened divets of his abdomen, “Suho might not be lonely, but Junmyeon is.”

He doesn’t fight you on it, but his face shifts into something perhaps… scared? Afraid you’ve exposed some great secret he never intended to have revealed. He looks at you like just maybe you are right, having broken through any lines of his well crafted defense in one instant, without knowing it or trying at all, and that scares the shit out of him.

A second passes between you and you smile sadly at him. Reassuring, as if to say his secret is safe with you, and he is smitten. He is safe.

His head dips and he captures your lips in a kiss too sweet for the ones you shared only minutes ago. You wrap your arms around his middle, tugging him back under the water to let him rinse and relax.

He smiles against your lips at the gesture. Your fingers splay against his stomach, and his charming personality is back. He lets you in. Your heavy thoughts are swept down the drain with the water as he watches you.

“What about you, then? Aren’t you lonely, too?” he challenges.

Your smile is tepid, but his light is infections and you find your spirit lifting from its grave, “Sometimes.”, you nod.

He grins, “You didn’t miss me at all?”

The tone of his question has a laugh lifting from you, as if it would be absurd not to, “…Maybe a little.”

He laughs along with you, grinning flirtatiously with wiggling brows, “Only when you needed to, right?”

You don’t miss his insinuation, instead lightly punching him in the chest.

“Hey, I-!” he shouts happily, seizing up to block your fingers from pinching his pectoral.

“Well, you didn’t answer.” he says after a moment, running his palms over his face and slicking back his hair with perhaps a little too much showy muscle flexing.

You blush at how good he looks with one simple move. Junmyeon doesn’t miss the opportunity to tease you, knowing full and well what he is doing and how much it’s starting to turn you on.

“Go ahead, I could use the ego boost.” he chides.

Your mouth drops open, incredulous as you speak, “Yah, maybe I should never compliment you if you’re going to be a little shit about it!”

Junmyeon howls, his eyes closing in happy half circles as his head dips back with laughter. He is still laughing when an idea pops into your head. You’ll put him back in his place.

You sink to your knees, hands grabbing at his thighs as you kiss the angles of his hips.

He jumps, nearly choking on water as he gasps.

It only takes a moment of your heated eye contact and dangerous palms for him to twitch to life. Your lips never stop their random patterns against his stomach, his hips, his thighs. Everywhere except where he needs you until he shifts.

His body angles, back bent over with one arm leaning against the tile as he shields you from getting water in your eyes. You look up to him before you touch, your mouth hovering at his groin, less than an inch away from him.

His eyes drop, barely open when you lick your lips deliberately. His own follow suit, dropping open with a groan as you give one tentative lick, grasping the base of him with one hand.

You smile up at his reaction, giving a firm stroke and letting your lips envelope him. Softly, his hips stutter. Your remaining hand is against his thigh, strong enough to help keep him in place where you want him.

Junmyeon seems perfectly content to watch his cock disappear anywhere into you, but especially into your warm mouth, the melody of his pleasure pouring from his lips unlike anything you’ve ever heard.

You work him in a moderate rhythm for a few moments, letting your tongue swirl around his head and your teeth just barely graze along his member to have him hissing a gasp. His free hand finds its way into your hair, taking a gentle fist of it to take over your pace. You swat at him, pushing yourself away from him and pouting. You aren’t finished experimenting.

A deep chuckle rumbles in his chest. He understanding what you’re up to and releases your hair to drag his nails up the side of his own thigh instead. He sighs when you resume your feast upon him.

His unoccupied fist remains at his side, open palm running along his own body or clenching and unclenching at his side as you take him deeper into your mouth.

He moans deeply, throwing his head back and releasing all of the air in his lungs when your nose struggles to reach the soft plane of his abdomen.

“Fuck.” he breathes, his brows knitting together and you hum.

You relent for a moment to kiss the tip of him, letting your tongue collect the saltiness of his arousal before teasing him, sucking just around the head.

You let go, speaking, “Did you think of me, too?” The faltering stare he gives you tells you he definitely did.

He squirms, trying to bury himself back in your pretty mouth. When you don’t comply, instead grinning wildly at him, he pulls you up from the floor of the shower with a growl.

Junmyeon is riled up, and the stern look he sends you as he maneuvers you to bend against the wall has a shiver of pleasure rolling down your spine.

“Since you won’t take it all in that pretty mouth of yours, maybe you’ll take it all here instead.” he whispers hotly against the shell of your ear, grabbing himself and rubbing the head of his cock through your folds.

You whimper in response, gyrating your hips back into his. One of his hands slides to your stomach, cradling you as be breeches your walls with a shallow thrust. Your hands shoot out to steady yourself against the wall.

Moaning, your head falls forward. He continues just like this, building a frustration in you with only the head of his delicious cock teasing you.

“It’s not nice to tease, sweetheart.” he comments, teeth pressing into your shoulder with just enough bite to make you hiss.

Willfully, you lift your head and crane your neck to speak, “You… you teased me, too!”

Junmyeon chuckles, his eye smile invading your peripheral. “I s-suppose you’re right.” he says, then slams the fullness of himself into you.

Your cry breaks into a moan at the delightful stretch.

“Shit…” he moans, “Is that better?”

You mewl, nodding at him. Abruptly, his fingers are sinking down from your abdomen to your clit, and he presses tight circles against it in time with his thrusts.

Goosebumps light along your arms with pleasure. Your chest heaves, nerve endings alight with every inch of him inside. He groans above you, his hips digging into your ass. It feels so much better without any clothes.

Part of you wishes you could see his face. See the way he bites his lips or grits his teeth to stave off his pleasure.

“Fuck,” you hear him speak softly, followed by a moan, “so fucking good.”

You imagine he must be close, hearing it in the way his voice pitches and he whines lowly against your back.

“Sweetheart…”, you feel his forehead press against your back, “I’m not going to last, you feel too good.”

The idea of him losing his composure so quickly has you giggling, twisting your neck once more to smile at him. “It’s okay, I want you to come.”

The sweetness of his smile melts you. The pleasure he gives you feels wonderful, but you’re still recovering from your last earth shattering orgasm. You know he’ll make you come in other ways, so you push your hips back harder, clenching around him purposefully.

“Stay.” he kisses against your ear, panting breath fanning the side of your face with his plea, “Be selfish. I want you to stay.”

Junmyeon groans, suddenly pulling his cock from you and pumping himself furiously against the cleft of your bottom. His fingers are digging into your ass as you watch, best as you can when he comes on your back with a choked groan.

The evidence of his ecstasy disappears almost immediately, the now cooling water washing it away where it still rains against your bodies.

He slumps against you, softening cock still in hand.

“I’m sorry.” he starts, frowning just slightly. You never did answer him.

You laugh, turning around to kiss his pout away, “It’s alright. I’m cool with it.”

He’s leaning against the wall of the shower with his eyes closed, puffing out his cheeks while he regains his breath. He watches you from the corner of his eye, appreciating your figure standing under the cooling water, ensuring your back is rinsed clean.

Junmyeon recovers, pushing himself from the wall to reach behind you, turning off the water. You don’t remove yourself from his proximity, instead letting your arms circle under his arms with a sigh.

He holds you like this, closely in silence, until you shiver with the chill of being wet. He bends only enough to dip his head and kiss your cheek.

Your lover’s hair is sticking all over when he shakes his head before stepping out. He grabs both neatly hung, pristine white towels from the rod, passing one to you before he pats himself off with the other. You dry, but the dull throbbing of your core is uncomfortable. He watches you press your thighs together with a laugh.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” he announces.

The spark of his eyes hasn’t gone away and he licks his lips slowly, knowing you’re watching him do it. It doesn’t take much to imagine exactly what he has in mind.

You’re standing in front of the bed before you realize, with Junmyeon pulling on a pair of boxers before he’s drawing you onto the linens with him.

Momentarily, you’re confused by the position he takes, situating himself to lay on his back at the head of the bed.

“But?” you begin, tilting your head.

He grins at you, beckoning with his hands, “But what? I want to eat you out, sweetheart.”

A heated blush is scorching across your face quickly, “Oh.” You don’t move otherwise, remaining in your place at his side.

He can’t mean…? You’re happy to let him have his way with you, but sitting on someone’s face is a fear you’re not ready to face. A door you’re not ready to open or acknowledge. Even if you’re happy with your body, you’re still the weight of an entire person sitting on someones only source of air. You’ve always been afraid to try and frankly, turned off by the idea.

“Come here… please?” he tries.

“Junmyeon, I- I can’t.” you panic, looking around the room.

He immediately understands he’s touched something he wasn’t supposed to and he backpedals. His spine comes off the bed so quickly you’re sure he’s broken it, briskly pulling you against his frame.

“Hey, it’s okay. You don’t have to. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

You pull his head, burying his face in your chest and hugging his shoulders tightly.

You can hear him softly, muffled by your bosom, “I don’t ever want to make you uncomfortable.” He squeezes your body in return.

“I’m okay. You didn’t know.” you declare quietly.

He lifts his head from your skin, “If you lay down can I still eat you out? I want to, but if you don’t want it that’s okay, too.”

You could cry at how sweet he is. Too attentive. Too affectionate and caring and worried to just be an occasional fuck buddy, or multiple night stand. To be whatever it is you are with him.

You will yourself to relax from the sincerity of him alone, and you can’t deny there’s still an ache of slick wetness at the apex of your thighs. Nothing has to be said as you simply release him to make yourself cozy against the pillows, perhaps only a tiny bit fidgety.

Junmyeon grins at you, delicately parting your thighs and keeping his eyes on yours as he sinks to his stomach, lining his face with your heat.

“Just relax, I’ll make you feel good.” he coos, kissing each word into your hip. You hold your breath for just a second, releasing it at once with a long moan when the flat of his tongue runs, heavy and leisurely through your folds.

He hums his approval, tasting you lasciviously, as if he might never get to do so again.

Your head tips back, eyes fluttering shut and your hand creeps into his hair, encouraging him further with a scraping of your nails through his wet locks.

Junmyeon moans salaciously, scooping his hands underneath to palm your ass, pushing you further against his face as he wreaks havoc upon your clit, sucking, licking, nipping you between his lip covered teeth.

Every flick of his devilish tongue has you grinding further against him, moans of his name falling from your lips when his head dips further and he releases your bottom, putting his thumbs to better use as he parts you even more.

Not one second is wasted as he uses the space created to spear his tongue into your aching cunt and undulate it against the parts of your walls he can reach. He licks into you not unlike blissful fire. One thumb brushes your pearl of nerves where his nose doesn’t quite reach.

You’re beginning to tremble, writhing on the bedding as he gorges himself on you without relent. He drives you higher, grunting when your fist takes hold of his hair, holding his head against your core.

Your orgasm approaches rapidly, this scene so explicit and lovely you don’t have time to dwell on how fast the impending snap of it takes you. Your hips are working of their own accord, flexing against him in your race for release.

He happily obliges, greedy and encouraging you to come all over his tongue. Only a look of carnal desire and a harsh suck to your clitoris is what it takes to have you coming undone around his head, crying out his name with a high pitched whine.

Junmyeon pulls every drop from you, licking at your pulsating core with a satisfied moan. When you’re finished, your back dropping limply back to the sheets, he raises his head to look at you.

He is smiling so sweetly, his lips, nose and chin shining with your release. “Good girl.” His voice sounds gravely.

He slides up to your face, kissing your lips briefly and smiling as you grimace at the taste of yourself on his lips. He rolls to his side and suddenly you’re being pulled by the waist until your back is contently pressed against his chest.

“You okay?” his voice breaks the silence, nuzzling into your shoulder as he spoons your body. You relax against him, still recovering your breath.

You smile, deciding instead that you would rather face him in his arms, “Yeah. Thank you.”

He smiles in return, allowing you to tuck your head into his neck. His chin finds a comfortable place, resting atop your head.

“That good, huh?”

You don’t have to look at him to hear the grin splitting his lips and you roll your eyes, laughing. Lightly, you flick him in the chest.

He laughs, too, followed by a sigh until it is his stomach growling this time that breaks you from the warmth of his arms.

Your eyes go wide as you try not to laugh at him.

“Shut up, that was a lot of exercise.” He reasons with a sheepish grin, but you don’t say anything, opting instead to kiss his clavicle.

His stomach makes a sound of protest again and you don’t hold back your laughter. Junmyeon wastes no time in smothering you with kisses, “Don’t laugh!”

It only serves to makes you giggle harder at him, cackling as your body twists in his hold. He settles after a moment, affectionately stuffing you back against his chest to stop your mocking.

After a quiet moment, “…do you want room service, or?” he inquires carefully.

For a brief moment you’re confused by the hanging end of his question. Oh, right. You never answered him. So you sit up to ponder. He takes this as a bad sign and raises himself on one elbow, gauging for a negative reaction.

“Am I still invited to stay?” Your eyes find his and you wait.

Junmyeon releases a breath, “I would like you to. I don’t get to do this much, and it’s only the late afternoon.”

Your soft expression sets him smiling at you, the same dazzling one he gave you when you said he was the coolest earlier this afternoon.

“I’ll stay.” you confirm, stretching your arms above your head, trying your best to be nonchalant. You yelp again as he laughs, pulling you back down to the bed with him.

You sit up once more when his stomach growls for the fifth time and he flings himself from the bed to grab at the menu directory on the night stand between the beds.

He holds it open to you as he swipes the phone from the night stand as well, his brow furrowing in concentration as he punches the room service number into it.

Silently, you look at him, pressing the tip of your index finger to the words 'tuna melt’ listed on the menu. Junmyeon nods, mimicking a drinking motion with his free hand at you with raised brows.

“Water is fine.” you mouth at him, pointing now to the liter of water on top of the mini fridge.

“Ah, yes, may I please order for room one one one five?” he says suddenly, eyes focused on your nakedness. His gaze ravishes you, “Yes, may I have two tuna melts…chips are fine…yes…thank you.”

He promptly hangs up, removing the phone from his ear and replacing it on the dock.

He sighs, reclining against the pillows once more, “Twenty minutes.”

“All good. Um…” you begin, your eyes loitering around the open door of the bathroom, “…my clothes…”

He smiles with a cocked brow and lopsided grin, “I mean, I’m not complaining.” He makes sure to catch your eyes before he bites his lip and lets his gaze lower appreciatively down your body once more.

You swat at his chest playfully, “I’ll need to wear them when I go home, though.”

Pausing, he considers, “Hm… I’ll have them laundered for you tonight? For now, if you really insist on wearing clothes, you’re more than welcome to wear something of mine.”

The idea has you blushing, and your heart clenching at nothing. It seems so domestic, too intimate to be wearing his clothes, but you suppose in the event of an emergency, until your own come back, you’ll have to make due.

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” he leans forward to kiss the tip of your nose and you relax once more, laying on your back. Junmyeon curls into you on his side, leaning over on one elbow. It feels natural when you pick up his hand, turning over the weight of it in your fingers to trace the lines of his palms.

He watches you quietly, “Do you read?” he questions, gesturing his head to his palm. You tip your head back to look up at him with a smile.

“A little.”

He hums curiously, “What does it say?”

You sigh heavily, “Well…” your fingers trace his line of stability, “You’ve got a long career ahead of you. This line here,” you run your fingers up and down, “They’re all deep, but this one is deepest. You’re relatively happy with the success you’ve found in life.”

He hums again in agreement, nosing your hairline, “Ah, yes, Suho is very happy.”

You ignore his remark, your eyes flicking up to serve him a look. “This is your life line.” your finger tickles his palm as you run it along the arch toward his thumb, “You’re healthy, and you’ll live a long life.”

“And this one,” you point to the line horizontally across his palm, “is your head line. It indicates your mental state, which is pretty nice. You’ve got a good noggin. Maybe that’s why you’re the leader.” you giggle.

He jokes with you, “Oh, yes. Definitely I was chosen as Exo’s leader because I have the best head lines in my palms.”

You scoff, “I was just saying. Anyway,” you chastise with a good-natured finality, “this one is your love line.” you comment, rubbing the pad of your thumb along the line, ending between his index and middle fingers. “They say the degree of the curve speaks how open you are.”

You make a point not to look at him, your brow knitting as you read it, “Yours is deep, which means you love deeply, but the line itself is not curved dramatically, which means you don’t open up easily, or you don’t explore and express that side of yourself very often or very well.”

He kisses your forehead, “I see.” adding, “I think that’s pretty accurate.” after a moment. His tone is sincere and simple, acknowledging the truth in what you’ve said, nothing more and nothing less. It simply is what it is.

You smile at him, pleased with his reaction. You always thought it was kind of cheesy and weird to read palms, but you enjoyed the knowledge nonetheless.

While reading and tracing your fingers along his palms, you couldn’t help but notice the pock marks, some scarred over and others half healed.

Junmyeon does his best to be nonchalant about your prodding fingers, tracing over the slight dips and splits. His breath catches when you pull the hand to your lips, kissing a few of the marks and rubbing over the entirety of his palm with your fingers. He doesn’t shy away from your questioning fingers and eyes. He just exists in this moment as himself and you find yourself touched by his trust.

“Sorry.” he mumbles.

Your eyes look to his face, “For what?”

He scoffs quietly, looking toward the door, “I don’t even know.”

Gently, he pulls his hand from yours, squinting at it with disdain and clenching a fist before releasing it, repeating the motion several times while he turns the hand over and back, spreading his fingers.

“It’s a nervous thing.” he says calmly, and you don’t need to ask to know what he means.

He lays his head down beside yours, “I don’t even realize I’m doing it. We’ll be sitting there in interviews or wherever and I’ve got my hands folded in front of me beneath the table and then we go back stage and I realize I’ve pulled the skin just enough to make a hole and I think…” his brows furrow slightly, deep brown eyes glancing to yours before he continues, “It’s an unconscious thing. Like playing with the hole in your jeans sort of, when you’re idle and you’re fidgety.”

You smile at him, drawing the hand back down to your chest, “It’s okay. Everyone has something like that.”

His answering soft smile is interrupted by a knocking on the door.

Junmyeon heaves himself from the bed, tossing you a look to cover up as he stuffs his legs into a pair of discarded track pants to answer the door.

You hear more than see him open it. There’s a whispered conversation you can’t see around the wall, until he rounds the corner to balance the tray of food on the corner of the bed. He leaves immediately and the bathroom light turns on.

Ah, the laundry.

You can hear the door close and the light from the bathroom clicks off just before he is back, rubbing his hands together with a grin. It pulls a laugh from your chest at his antics, over enthusiastically wriggling his fingers until they’re grabbing a foil-wrapped sandwich and handing it to you across the bed.

You eat in relative silence, only happy noises of your mutually delicious dinner permeating the air of the room. It doesn’t take long for either of you to polish off the meal, agreeing to give it a thumbs up, four out of five stars, considering it is hotel room service.

It is your turn to leave the bed this time, throwing balls of tinfoil into the waste basket and washing your hands. Upon your return, Junmyeon grabs your waist, dragging you back to the bed with claims of wanting dessert.

Just like that, wrapped up in one another, uncaring about your tuna flavored kisses, he has you again. Softly beneath him as he pushes into you slowly, intimately, savoring the feel of your heat. With his arm curled around the top of your head you feel safe and desired, chasing a high together for the third time before collapsing into a pile of warm laughter and falling asleep.

You roll over in your sleep, body dragging you from unconsciousness with a discomfort in your shoulders. You jolt awake to the sound of a pounding on the door, the sound of someone’s voice on the other side of it.

Delirious with sleep, Junmyeon stirs behind you, lifting his head from the pillow to look at the door with one eye barely squinted open.

“Yah, Hyung, I’m coming in!” an irritated voice quips from the door once more. Cold terror washes over you, mind suddenly sharp with clarity as you hear the door lock click and the weight of it opening.

Luckily, somewhere in your post coital bliss, you must have gotten chilly and crawled beneath the sheets although you were still very much naked.

A scowling man walks into the bulk of the room, his strong disapproving eyes landing on you and Junmyeon, “Hyung, it’s nearly eleven. We’ve gotta go, we’re late.”

You want to scream, eleven o'clock? The air in your lungs whooshes from your body momentarily until you realize you don’t have class today. Part of you is just a tiny bit sad you’ve wasted your prime morning study time though.

The man standing in front of the bed tosses a bag into the white linens, “I think these are yours.” he comments dryly. His expression is judgemental.

“Thanks.” is all you can think of to say.

“Alright, alright.” Junmyeon interjects, “We’re good, Sehun. Give me ten minutes.”

Sehun makes a sound of disagreement, voice laced with commanding authority in his irritation, “You’ve got five.”

Junmyeon removes his arms from you as he rises, uncaring if Sehun sees him in all of his glory. He still ensures the blankets are wrapped around your body before he gets out of bed.

The maknae turns away after collecting his own luggage from the other bed. He very pointedly looks you over before he looks at Junmyeon with nothing more than an annoyed sigh as he leaves.

Fully alert, you jump from the bed. You feel awful that he is late, more or less because of you. What if this fucks everything up and he is upset with you? What if their manager calls you out on it and tells you off?

You’re throwing your clothes on haphazardly, stuffing your arms into your denim jacket and throwing your bag over your shoulder, hissing as it thumps heavily against your back.

“I’m sorry I’ve made you late.” you chime in, watching Junmyeon struggle to school his hair into a decent shape before he gives up altogether, pushing it under a baseball cap.

“You didn’t.” he smiles, and you find yourself smiling right along with him.

“Besides,” he quips, zipping his luggage shut and stuffing his feet into his untied shoes, “The number of times Chanyeol and Baekhyun have been late for no reason at all is staggering. I’m allowed to be late for once.”

He holds the door open for you, stealing your lips in a chaste kiss just as you pass him at the threshold. Standing just outside the room are a handful of his members, waiting with various expressions. Minseok wears a mask of surprise, his eyes widening and looking between you and Junmyeon as if disbelieving everything you’re certain Sehun told him. Chanyeol and Baekhyun look delighted, and Jongdae’s face is painted with jealousy once he realizes who you are. The rest are missing.

Sehun’s expression alone makes you turn to Junmyeon awkwardly, waving goodbye too quickly to try and loiter. You know you can’t leave with him.

“I can take the stairs.” you say with a sheepish grin, your hand absently smoothing your hair from its mussed state at the crown of your head.

Junmyeon cuts in, “No, that’s a lot. Just come down after us.”

Nobody says anything and you don’t fight him on it, “Okay.”

Sehun presses the 'down’ button on the elevator, giving you a serious side eye. You step away from them, clearing your throat and looking out the window on the opposite wall. The specific shade of blue in the sky today is fascinating, you think.

Your eyes creep back to them as the door chimes and opens, the herd of them shuffling into the cramped elevator. Junmyeon is watching you in return, his smile a little wistful. He puts on a brace face, winking at you just before the doors slide shut and your own metallic reflection stares back at you.

You didn’t realize you were holding a breath until you are alone in the quiet elevator lobby on the eleventh floor. You feel as though your heart walked on that elevator with him, sinking to the ground and down, down, down with each floor they pass.

You’re in trouble.

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Chapter 2

I was awake long before my alarm. The time change and jetlag were very real and they were not a fan of my sleep schedule. Reluctantly I got out of bed and headed to shower, taking my time.

Once I was clean and dried off, I dried my hair. I ran my brush through it, letting the natural waves of red fall over my shoulders. I stood there, trying to decide if I wanted to curl my hair or leave it be. I shook my head to get rid of the thought before figuring out what to wear. Matthew the director had said that it would be casual on the text with the address.

I pulled my blue jeans on, a black shirt and retrieved my burgundy colored leather jacket. I laid my jacket on the bed before returning to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I opted for minimal makeup- mascara and eyeliner and just a small layer of lip gloss. I shut off the bathroom light then began my search in my suitcases for my combat boots. Hidden at the bottom of the second suitcase, I sighed in relief as I pulled the boots out. I plopped down on the end of my bed and put my boots on, making sure my jeans were tucked in just right.

I grabbed my purse on the way out the door, pulling it shut behind me, and heading for the elevator. Outside of the hotel, I waited as patiently as I could for a taxi. I pulled up my texts from Matthew to double check the address as I climbed in my taxi then showed the driver.

In the backseat, I preoccupied myself with my music. I couldn’t decide what I was in the mood for, so I’d listen to half of a song before skipping to the next.

“Ma’am? Ma’am? Excuse me. We’ve arrived.”

I looked up and pulled a headphone from my ear. “I’m so sorry!” I said with a weak smile, my cheeks red. I paid for the fare before climbing out. I shoved my headphones messily into my purse and entered the restaurant. “Hi. I’m here to meet a group?” I said, unsure of what to tell the hostess.

“They’ve booked the place, so sit wherever you’d like,” she answered with a warm smile.

“Thanks!” I moved past her and into the dining room. There were already quite a few people there but I knew none of them. I recognized a couple of the actors in the room but my direction was pulled away by Matthew standing up and waving me over. I approached him and smiled, holding out my hand. “Nice to finally meet you face to face!”

“You as well, Elizabeth,” Matthew Vaughn answered as he shook my hand.

“Rose, please. If you don’t mind.” I let go of his hand and let my own fall to my side. “I can’t believe I’m here. It’s funny how quickly things change.”

Matthew chuckled. “The world works in funny ways. Well find yourself a seat and get to meeting people. Order whatever you’d like. Enjoy yourself!”

“Thank you!” I grinned and stepped away before wandering around. I introduced myself to a few people before I was offered a spot at a table. A couple of the makeup artists and a supporting actor who was new to the franchise were already seated.

I took my purse off and hung it on the back of my chair before pulling the chair out and sitting. My eyes were wandering the entirety of the restaurant. I recognized more actors as people began to file in and the tables filled.

“So, Rose, what brings you to England?” Julia Wilson asked.

I turned back around in my seat and looked at her. She was a makeup artist who had been around since the first film in the series. “Uh, well… I was in need of some major changes,” I answered truthfully. “I won’t give you the full sob story but all I was doing was waiting for things to change and get better but didn’t do anything myself to make those things happen. So I finally did something and here we are.”

“Wow,” Julia answered. “I mean, moving from one side of the planet to the other is a big change indeed.”

I chuckled. “It is but I’m excited. New beginnings, you know?”

“When our mimosas arrive, we’ll toast.”

“Now that I can get on board with,” I said with a grin. “What about you all? How did you guys get started with Secret Service?” I leaned back in my chair and listened as the makeup artists answered my question, then the guy beside me told me his story as well. By time he finished, our mimosas had arrived and the toast was made. “To new beginnings!” I chimed in. I happily took a drink of mine. As I sat my glass down on the table, someone bumped into my elbow.

I caught my glass too late. Orange liquid splattered all over the white table cloth. I looked up to see the culprit.

“I am so sorry!” He said with wide eyes. He composed himself and opened his mouth to speak but stopped. “Wait. Have I met you before?”

“Uh, actually I think I saw you at a café yesterday,” I answered, trying to keep myself composed.

“Yes!” He laughed and held out a hand. “You said hi to me. Taron. Nice to meet you.”

I looked at his hand before shaking it, looking back up at him. Suddenly I felt rude for not standing up. “Rose. Pleasure to meet you as well.” I heard someone beside me clear their throat. I glanced down, realizing I was still shaking his hand. “Sorry,” I murmured before pulling my hand back. I felt my other hand gently squeeze my now empty mimosa glass.

“Looks like I owe you a drink,” he said with a warm smile.

“I’m going to hold you to that,” I answered with a smirk.

He let out quiet laugh and nodded. “Alright. I’ll be back then.” He greeted the others before leaving our table.

I turned back around in my seat again and looked at the others. Julia had an eyebrow raised and the other two were snickering. “What?” I asked, trying to keep my face from turning red. I wasn’t winning.

“Nothing. Just watching you two flirt is all.”

I scoffed. “Hardly! If I was flirting, I would’ve buried myself a hole first.”

“Uh-huh… Well don’t get too comfy with us because it looks like you’re being summoned.”

I looked up, seeing Matthew and Taron looking at our table. Taron flashed a grin before waving me over, pointing to the chair beside him. I looked at the others at my table. They were urging me to go but I shook my head. I had made friends. “I’ll stay here,” I told them. They protested, continuing to tell me to go over to the other table but I refused. I looked over at Taron and gave a small shake of my head. He frowned at me but smiled after wards. I shrugged and pointed to the table next to use, completely empty. At this, he stood up and began to move.

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Distraction Pt. 3

summary: You and Mark have been sneaking around for months now without your brother Doyoung knowing, but eventually the time comes when you let the relationship become more than quiet trysts behind closed doors

words: 5,459

pairing: Mark x Reader

Part 1 || Part 2

There was no real reason for you to be there, that’s what Doyoung insisted when you walked up to the van with Mark.

“Why are you here?” He asked, very bluntly, very coldly.

“Oh, it’s great to see you too, my favorite brother.” You stared at him in silence for another moment until he sighed and apologized. “Mark said you were going to the beach for a shoot today and I told him I was coming along because I’ve been dying to spend a day at the beach with friends for a long time, but my friends are always busy. So I’m settling for you and the others and Mark.”

At the sound of his name, Mark smiles awkwardly at your brother.

In Doyoung’s eyes, you and Mark are still just friends. After his conversation with Mark while Mark was at your home, he’s given up on trying to keep you two separated. Instead, it’s their busy schedule that’s been keeping you from being able to see each other, but you text and FaceTime and talk all the time, you just can’t be with each other.

You can’t have sex.

Which, that’s not the worst thing. You’ve actually been talking a lot, getting to know each other better, realizing that this is definitely more than just having sex and sneaking around behind your brother’s back.

You really like Mark. Like, really really like him.

But you can’t tell him that.

“We’re just shooting a video for the Youtube channel.” Doyoung tells you. “We’re filming and then leaving.”

Even as he says that, they’re manager walks up. “It’s going to be an all-day shoot though. You should definitely come along, have fun.” You’ve always liked the manager, he’s friendly and doesn’t mind when any of the guys want to bring friends along (as long as you’re not seen on camera or anything to start rumors.)

“Thank you, I think I will.” You smile at the manager, and five minutes later, you’re all piling into the van. Half of the guys are in the other van, but Doyoung, Mark, Johnny, and Jaehyun are all in the van with you. Johnny sits up front with the manager, Doyoung and Jaehyun are in the middle seats, and you and Mark sit in the back.

At first you were quite pleased about getting to sit back there with Mark until someone broke out their little camera to film.

You weren’t allowed to be on camera as a rule, so as long as they’re filming, you press yourself against the window on the far side of the backseat, crouched down a bit uncomfortably. You listen as Jaehyun flirts at the camera, as Doyoung tries to charm their fans through the lens (it’s gag-worthy to watch your brother like that), and then finally the camera disappears.

The car falls silent as the manager focuses on driving and the others fall asleep. You make sure your brother is asleep before you even look in Mark’s direction.

He’s staring out the window, headphones on, looking at the countryside passing by, and for a few moments you admire his profile. The sunlight highlights the line of his nose, the curve of his lips, the length of his eyelashes, and it casts shadows over his imperfections, a few blemishes, a scar that you’ve never noticed until the edges of it catch the sunlight.

Mark doesn’t turn to look at you, but he must feel your attention.

His hand slides a bit across the seat toward you, reaching out subtly, so you scoot closer, edge your hand out to his, stretching your pinky until it reaches Mark’s little finger. His finger overlaps yours and as you watch his face, the corner of his mouth turns up in a smile.

“Do you want to listen?” He asks quietly, offering an earphone to you. “I’ll let you take your pick of the playlist.”

You cast another glance forward at Doyoung, see he’s still asleep, unable to see when you move the rest of the way across the backseat. Mark holds your hand more securely, carefully hiding your joined hands under his jacket, and he presses an earphone into your ear carefully.

You’re not sure how long you sit like that, lost in a world of music and Mark’s cologne. All you know is that the peaceful time in the backseat of that van ends abruptly when Doyoung wakes and looks back, finds you sitting so close to Mark, smiling, head tilted in Mark’s direction, sharing headphones, and knees touching.

“What are you doing?” He asks, sitting up, leaning around the side of his seat so he’s staring at the pair of you.

Slowly, Mark draws away from you. He pauses his music and takes out the headphones, winding them around his phone and dumps it into his bag. He loosens his fingers from yours and drags his jacket into his lap, leaning away from you to stare out the window, all contact with you gone in a moment just because Doyoung’s watching so intently.

Even once you reached the beach and everyone piled out of the vans, Mark kept his distance from you, Doyoung kept an eye on you, and you slowly grew more and more annoyed.

You hung back for a while as the guys ran around the beach, filming each other on their hand-held cameras. When their manager called for them all to line up to play a game, you hung back, and you laughed with the staff members, and afterward they dispersed again.

You watched as Doyoung ran after Johnny and Yuta, heading for where the white foam kissed the sand.

And then you looked for Mark.

He was already looking at you, his camera hanging loosely in his grip.

You stepped around where Jungwoo and Haechan were spinning in circles, singing at the camera that Jungwoo held aloft, and you moved right for Mark. Until he shook his head and flicked his eyes farther along the beach, toward a small building that appeared to be a public restroom, an area to shower off sand.

You change direction, and a moment later, Mark’s shoulder knocks against yours.

“Hey.” He smiles. The back of his hand brushes yours, his fingers twitching as if he wants to hold your hand.

You want nothing more, but one glance over your shoulder reveals that you’re still rather close to where a cluster of the members are, and even as they’ve all begun spreading out along the beach, you don’t want to draw any attention to you and Mark. You know how Doyoung will react if he finds out about you and Mark.

He’s protective, to put it simply. He’ll get pissed off that you’re together, he won’t ever let you come over to the dorm anymore, he’ll change the way he acts around Mark. When you were younger and you had a crush on one of Doyoung’s school friends, he made you swear that you would never date one of his friends because if things went bad then it would be weird for him to still be friends with the guy.

Presumably, the same rule would apply with group members.

Wrapped up in your thoughts, you don’t even notice how close you are to the public restroom building, until Mark looks over his shoulder, and then suddenly pushes you through the doorway of the men’s side.

It’s a straight shot through the restroom to a second entrance, but you don’t get any time to look around before Mark’s got his lips on your neck, and you both move into a stall, latching it behind you.

“As much as I love getting to know you better, grabbing food, holding your hand, being sweet,” Mark hums as he kisses your shoulder, tugging at the straps of the tank top you’re wearing. “I have been wanting to hear you moaning my name while I’m inside you since you sent me that last video.”

You lean against the stall’s door and let Mark peel your bra down from your breasts. He kisses your throat, your shoulder, down your sternum, and then he pauses, lifts both his hands to your breasts, and then kisses each nipple.

“Mark, do we have time for this?” You lace your fingers in his hair as he licks your peaked nipples, and you sigh sweetly. “Surely they’ll be looking for us soon.”

“We won’t get caught, Princess.”

You shiver at the sound of the pet name from his tongue, and Mark grins as he straightens up to look you in the eyes. Mark pushes his fingers through your hair, lightly tugging on it, and you tilt your chin toward his mouth. He hasn’t actually kissed you since that morning at your house. You want his lips on yours.

“Princess,” Mark whispers, his lips curving into a smile. “Do you want me?”

“Anywhere. Even in a dirty public bathroom.”

Mark laughs and then he kisses you. Your head knocks back against the door, and you moan in pain for a second, but Mark’s kiss numbs you, thrills you, pours liquid fire into your belly.

You don’t undress, not more than you already are, except that you push at the waistband of your pants, shove them down enough that when you turn around, Mark has enough room to push between your legs. His hands hold your hips as he eases into you.

“You feel so good.” Mark kisses your shoulder, the back of your neck, his nose brushes your ear, and he moves against you, thrusting gently at first. “I have missed having you like this, Princess.”

A laugh mixed with a moan bursts from your lips, and you turn your head to the side to find Mark’s lips. He slips his hand around to your belly, up to your chest where he grasps one of your breasts and bites at your bottom lip, and he thrusts quickly, skin slapping against skin.

Mark does it all quickly, chasing his own orgasm as he squeezes your tits, fucking you hard enough that the stall’s door rattles, squeaking, and shaking the whole row of stalls. He kisses you, licking and nipping at your lips, moaning softly to match your own moans of his name and a mess of other twisted sounds.

“Shit. Fuck, oh, baby.” Mark moans, and he suddenly pulls out of you. His hand disappears from your breast, and you feel the rapid motion of his hand on his cock, knuckles brushing your tailbone. You feel the hot spurt of his cum on your tailbone, feel it drip down over your asshole. Mark takes a step back.

“Why did you do that?” You whine, spinning around, trying to wrap a leg around Mark, clinging to him, trying to get him inside you again, to kiss him again, to hold him as closely as possible.

Mark grins, his nose wrinkling in delight, and he moves forward to kiss you. “You nasty little thing. Are you begging for me to cum inside you?”

You just want to cum.

Mark laughs a little as he reaches down between your legs, slipping his fingers over your slit and then plunging them inside you as he crushes his mouth to yours as well. You raise a leg to his hip, curling it around, making the angle better for stroking you to an orgasm.

You cling to him as your orgasm pulses through you, hungrily sucking at his fingers, quaking around him.

He kisses you slowly, both of your bringing down the energy slowly, just kissing, your fingers in his hair, his fingers continuing to slowly stroke you until the last of your orgasm fades away.

“Mark!” A voice calls, soft and nearly swept away by the crashing of the waves and the wind outside. “Y/N! Mark Lee!” You recognize your brother’s voice, and you groan as Mark steps back, letting your leg fall to the floor as his fingers slip out of you.

Both of you move quickly to pull your clothes back into place, to straighten your hair, wipe at the glistening of your lips. As you rush, you hear Doyoung’s voice again, Jaehyun and Taeyong’s voices joining in.

Mark kisses your cheek and then squeezes out of the stall, hurrying back out to the beach. You don’t even wait a second before you slip out through the second entrance. You’ve barely taken a step when you run headlong into a solid person.

Taeyong.

“Don’t tell Doyoung. Please.” You beg, folding your hands in front of you. Taeyong glances at the men’s restroom, glances in the direction of Mark’s voice which suddenly picks up.

He raises his eyebrows. “You and Mark?”

“Taeyong, please.”

He smirks and shakes his head, then jerks his chin toward the women’s restroom. You hurry through the doorway to hide in the safety of the building again.

Just as you’ve ducked inside, you hear Doyoung calling your name, his voice right outside the restroom’s entrance. “Are you in there?”

“I am. Is it time to go yet?” You step into a stall, flush the toilet, and walk out to the sinks to rinse off your hands. You wish you could rinse off the sticky feeling on your lower back left over from Mark’s cum, but Doyoung starts talking, telling you about how you need to leave soon to get back to Seoul at a reasonable time now.

When you step out of the restroom, Mark and the other two are already most of the way back down the beach. Doyoung leans against the wall, waiting for you, and he follows your gaze along the beach.

“Can’t you at least pretend that you don’t like him?” Doyoung asks, pushing off the wall. “I get being friends. You’re friends with Jaehyun and Haechan, Kun and Taeyong. But you aren’t friends with Mark. You clearly have a crush on him. Knock it off.”

“Fuck off, Doyoung. You can’t tell me who I can like.” You grab his arm as he tries to keep walking. “And for the record, we are friends.”

Doyoung rolls his eyes. “Come on. It’s time to leave.”

He stalks ahead of you, and by the time you catch up at the vans, they’re already loaded in, and it’s just a few of their staff members and you that have yet to load up.

Jaehyun is crammed into the backseat of the van with Mark, leaving only the seat beside Doyoung open, and you have the sneaking suspicion that Jaehyun’s only sitting back there because he was told to.

Mark catches your eye.

The cars start and pull out of the parking lot, and you fold your arms across your chest to settle in for the long ride, but every now and then you feel Jaehyun shifting in the backseat, his knees nudging your seat, stretching his legs into the open space between the seats, shifting around some more, and finally you feel his hands curling against the headrest of your seat as he pulls himself forward.

“Can you swap me seats?” He asks you. “I’m way too cramped back here and you’re smaller than me.”

Doyoung’s mouth pops open as if to argue, but you glare at him, and carefully switch seats with Jaehyun, so you’re once again in the backseat with Mark, and when your eyes grow heavy, Mark moves across the seats, close enough that when your head begins to weigh heavily with sleep, your head drops onto his shoulder, and he once again claims your hand with his.

Mark’s skin is soft and warm beneath your cheek, his smell all around you, because for once you’re tucked away nice in his bed, dozing in the sleepiness post-orgasm. You rode him quietly, his hand clamped over your mouth, his eyes on yours until the moment when the pleasure was too much for you and you threw your head back.

“I don’t want to move.” Mark tells you quietly after a while. His fingers dance lightly down your spine, caressing your body with slow movements, leaving not a bit of you untouched. “I don’t care when Doyoung comes back. I’m tired of hiding.”

You open your eyes and tilt your head a bit, looking up at him. “But would you really want him to find us like this?”

Mark’s lips curve into a smile and he moves his hand, his thumb brushing against the softness of your bare breast where it presses against his side. His leg shifts where it’s twisted with yours, the whole length of your bodies touching skin-to-skin.

“I can’t imagine he would be at all supportive of us if this is how he found us.” You kiss his shoulder briefly, and then turn over onto your belly, put a hand on his chest and rest your chin upon it so you can gaze more easily on Mark’s face. “Clearly having just fucked in the room that he also has to sleep in.”

You glance over at the second bed in the room. Doyoung’s side of things just as messy as he’s always been at home.

“Don’t worry about that.” Mark flattens his hand against the base of your spine, slipping it further down to grip your ass. “He’s not going to find us. I asked Taeyong hyung to give us a warning.”

You groan lightly and hide your face in Mark’s shoulder. Ever since the day at the beach when Taeyong caught you sneaking out of the men’s restroom after Mark, he’s been supportive, great at keeping the secret and helping the pair of you sneak around. He thinks it’s funny.

“I’ll keep a watch out so you don’t have to keep messing around in public toilets.” Taeyong had teased the first time he had you alone after that day.

Now, in this moment, you pray his promise stands true because Mark’s fingers slip further south, over your ass, to your damp pussy. You rock your hips forward against Mark’s thigh, and you bite your lip, still holding his gaze.

“Touch me,” You whisper to him, leaning forward to kiss him gently.

“I am touching you, Princess.” Mark presses a finger deep inside you then to make his point clear. You tuck your face into his neck again, moaning and rocking your hips as Mark fingers you, pumping his finger into your dripping wetness.

With your face mashed against his skin, it’s a bit difficult to hear when you beg, “More. Touch me more.” Somehow, Mark understands.

He slaps one hand against your ass, and you rise up on your knees, shuffle on the bed until you’re straddling him.

“Touch me.” You whisper, and you reach for his hand that’s not currently knuckle-deep inside you, and you drag it to your chest. “I can’t get enough of you, Mark.”

You feel his erection rising against your thigh, and Mark massages your breast, spreads two fingers inside of you. “That’s the hottest thing I’ve heard you say. How badly do you want me?”

You know what he wants. He wants to hear you begging for him, telling him all kinds of dirty things, but you just want to feel him inside you, that burst of emotions and sensations and all of those many things you feel when Mark dominates you, pinning you to the bed and fucking you so good that you could cry but for trying to be silent.

“Mark!” You whine his name, pushing down on his fingers inside you, down against his erection that twitches as you attempt to grind on it. “Please.”

He grins, slipping his fingers out of you. “I can’t resist you.”

A moment later you’re filled with his cock again, and you sigh in quiet pleasure, feeling the delightful stretch and glide of him inside you. His hands both press against your bottom, pushing you down more into him, sinking his length as deep inside of you as he can go, and you shift upright in an attempt to heighten the pleasure you feel, to get him to touch that spot inside that makes you see stars when Mark hits it just right.

You cry his name, a bit louder than intended, and Mark chortles and covers your mouth. “Shush, Princess. The others will hear you.”

But on his next thrust you cry out again, and outside the door, you hear the conversation of the other guys pause for a moment. Mark’s hand squeezes. your cheeks together. His lips move to your throat, teeth nipping at your skin, and he whispers, “Play it like our first time. You’ve gotta stay quiet.”

You close your eyes and frown. Mark pats your cheek, strokes his thumb over your jaw, and kisses down to your breasts. You shove at his chest, and Mark falls back into the pillows, his hands falling to his sides as you slip off his hard cock and flop onto your side. His erection stands wet and tall, needy and red, so you reach over and touch him lightly.

With your hand on him like that, you’ve got him under your control, so it’s easy to pull him over top of you, to drag his mouth down to a slow hot kiss. You release your hold on him to run your fingers over his stomach, up his chest to his shoulders so you can run your fingers over his collarbones while you kiss.

Mark’s quiet moan vibrates in his chest, and you draw back.

“Play it like our first time,” You tease, pushing at his shoulder, urging him lower. “I’ll stay quiet.”

Mark grins and kisses southward, down to your pretty wet pussy, his hands on your thighs to spread your legs apart. His fingers are warm and rough-padded, gentle as he touches you and laps his tongue over your wetness, then he pushes three fingers inside of you and starts pumping them.

There’s one thing that Mark has learned quickly in his time together with you, and that’s how to quickly get you off.

Mark scatters kisses and sharp bites over your inner thighs, the occasional tap of his tongue against your clit all while his fingers rapidly fuck you.

You bite quickly at his pillow when you feel your orgasm rising up, swelling inside of you like a dam that’s about to burst.

And then it does.

The pleasure races through you, liquid heat so powerful that you actually feel it rushing through you, out of you, spilling over Mark’s hand as he continues to fuck you with his fingers. But even once you’ve stopped you just want more, needing an orgasm because that wasn’t it, not really.

“Mark, fuck me. I want you inside me.” You drag your fingernails over his shoulders before you grab quickly at his wrist, stopping his movements from pushing you to squirt for him again. You pull that hand out of you and guide it up to the pillow beside you face, and the rest of Mark follows until he’s rutting his cock against your wetness, and then he pushes right inside of you.

He lets out a moan this time, and you laugh and push up to kiss him, and you murmur against his lips a teasing, “Quiet, Princess.”

A laugh and then he’s kissing you, thrusting into you, clutching at your thighs so he can thrust deeper. The headboard of his bed slaps against the wall, the bed squealing with each thrust, and the others can probably hear you, but Mark’s throbbing and hot and perfectly fitted within your walls, and it’s not long at all before the orgasm you’d felt rising earlier takes over, filling your body with the pleasant buzzing euphoria, your moans swallowed by Mark.

As he keeps fucking into you, you break the kiss to roll your head back on the pillow, and you try to keep quiet, but soft sighs of his name and pleas for him to keep going make themselves heard anyway.

“You feel so good, Mark.” You drag your fingers through his hair as he grits his teeth to keep his sounds tamped down. You want to keep him like this. Not only as he is in this moment, teetering on the edge of his orgasm inside of you, but as he was before, comfortable and sleepy, cuddling with you. You want him in all the ways you can have him.

Mark makes a noise, muffled by the bite of his own teeth into his bottom lip, and he grabs tight to your thighs and quickly rolls the pair of you over so you’re on top of him. He digs his fingers into your hips, bouncing you down on his cock, chasing that pleasure you can see just there behind his eyes, and he moans something again that you can’t quite hear.

“What was that?” You ask, leaning forward, close enough that your lips were nearly on his.

“I love you.” Mark groans, his hands fly to your cheeks, the heels of his palms squeezing while his fingers dive into your hair, kissing your puckered lips as he bucks up into you one final time, filling your pussy with his cum.

Mark’s barely finished spilling his load when you clutch at his wrists and ask in a breathless voice, “Do you mean it?”

“Always.” Mark draws your face down to his again, his lips on your cheek, his dick still throbbing inside you.

“I love you too.” You feel his heartbeat racing under your fingers.

There’s a sharp rap on the door and then footsteps hurry away. Mark groans and sits up, reaching for his clothes. “That’s Taeyong’s signal.”

You scramble for your panties, dragging them up into place with the odd feeling in your gut as Mark’s cum leaks from you, but you brush that aside in your rush to dress, to comb through your hair with your fingers to make you look as if you haven’t just been rolling around in bed.

You’ve just finished tying your hair out of your face (the easiest thing to do once you’d realized what a mess your hair really looked, courtesy of Mark’s fingers), when the door opens and Doyoung comes inside.

He freezes when he sees you standing there. Mark’s reclined on the bed, looking oh-so-casual. Doyoung narrows his gaze, turning from you to Mark and then back again.

“Why was the door closed?”

“You sound like our parents.” You fold your arms across your chest, and then back up until you can sit down on the edge of Mark’s bed. “The door was closed because Haechan kept coming in here trying to beg us to watch a movie with him, and we were talking and looking at pictures I have on my phone from that trip we took when we were younger.”

The part about Haechan was the truth. When you first arrived at the dorm, he wouldn’t leave you or Mark alone, and it was only when Mark threw something at him that Haechan raced out, and shut the door firmly behind him. But that was quite a while ago, you’d been fucked by Mark twice since then with a good while in between.

Doyoung walks across to his side of the room and grabs his phone charger before turning to leave again. He pauses at the doorway and says, “They’ve posted the video from our day at the beach. Johnny hyung hooked up his laptop to the TV so we can all watch it together. Are you coming?”

“Yeah.” Mark hurries out of the bed and follows your brother, but you linger behind for a moment longer. Your panties feel sticky and gross with cum, and you know you won’t be able to move without making a face, so you linger, and when they’ve both headed to where the other guys are, you duck into the bathroom to clean yourself up a bit.

By the time you join them, Johnny’s already started the video, Mark sits on the end of the sofa and you slip down to sit on the arm of the sofa to watch with him.

It’s good and funny and you laugh when the editing makes Doyoung look like a real fool when he answered one of the questions wrong. You watch as the video turns from them playing the game to the bits afterward where they’d been filming. You watch the part where Jungwoo and Haechan spun in circles, singing at the camera.

“Hold on.” Doyoung suddenly says, leaning forward to peer at the TV as the video switches from Jungwoo and Haechan to Yuta pushing Taeil toward the waves. “Go back a second.”

“Why?” Johnny asks, but he does it anyway, sliding his cursor along the time bar.

You watch the screen as it reverts to the beginning of Jungwoo and Haechan singing and spinning in a circle. And then you spot what might have caught Doyoung’s eye the first time around.

In the background, the shape of Mark joining a person who looked a hell of a lot like you, walking away down the beach. Nothing so bad about that, of course, but in the few seconds before the camera cuts away to Yuta, in the distant background you can just barely make out Mark tugging you into that public restroom with him.

Doyoung pushes to his feet and turns to look at you and Mark.

Suddenly a few of the other boys have lost interest. Taeyong just gets up and leaves the room. Doyoung puts on his motherly face, sticks his hands on his hips, and looks at the pair of you. Johnny starts playing the video again, and the others turn their attention to the video, which you attempt to do until your brother stands right in front of you, blocking your view.

“What was that about?” He asks, jerking his head at the screen. “You told me that you didn’t like him.”

Mark pulls away from you, but you grab his hand. “Doyoung, you told me you didn’t want to ever date any of your friends, that I wasn’t even allowed to like them. When you asked me, I told you that I’m friends with Mark, I never told you that I don’t like him. And I told you to fuck off. Which is what I’m going to tell you now again.”

Doyoung balks.

It’s interesting, this feeling now that you’ve finally been caught. It’s a different kind of thrill, having Doyoung’s attention, his wide and angry eyes on you and Mark so blatant as you slide off the arm of the couch into his lap and his arms circle your waist. You fit together well, and as you watch your brother’s face, you see his expression change as he realizes that fact.

You and Mark fit together well, happily. Mark holds you gently and looks at you with pure affection in his eyes. You lay your hand over his and look totally at ease. You look happy, and what kind of person would he be to disrupt that.

He turns away. “I’m still annoyed that you’ve been hiding this. Why not just tell me? Why lie to me all these times? At home, Mark? When I asked and you just told me--”

Mark jerks his head, cutting Doyoung’s words off.

Across the room, the video ends and the room falls silent as the others all turn their attention to you, Mark, and your brother.

“What did you say Mark?” You twist around and you run your fingers up the back of his neck and into his hair. “He’s talking about the day you bought me that little gift right? When we were shopping? I overheard the two of you talking, but I never heard the end of that conversation, and I’ve always wondered what was said.”

Doyoung laughs then. “Well, see, I explained to him that I could see the way the two of you looked at each other, that’s why I don’t like you being alone together. And Marky told me that I had nothing to worry about, that he’s never had sex. He went on this whole longwinded story about being a virgin, never getting laid, waiting for finding the right girl. I don’t know how much of that was a lie, but I have a feeling that you and Mark have been lying to me about certain things like that.”

“They definitely have.” Jaehyun laughs. “They were messing around earlier, had Taeyong keeping a watch out for you because as soon as we heard you coming through the door, Taeyong ran off to warn them.”

Your face flushes and Mark starts nervously giggling.

“I didn’t need to know that.” Doyoung shakes his head and pinches the bridge of his nose. “I’m switching rooms, who will switch with me?”

a/n: it’s kinda a sucky ending isn’t it? but Doyoung’s happy for his sister and Mark, like whatever makes them happy as long as he doesn’t have to know about their sex life, you know? and this is the final part of the distraction series because I don’t really see it going much of anywhere else. almost all of this was inspired by the tags I wrote on this post

#mark lee #mark lee smut #mark smut #mark fic #mark lee fic #nct #nct smut #nct 127 smut #nct fic #nct 127 fic #nct 127 #nct127

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