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adventuresinwonderlust · 3 years

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Title: Intermingle: part 2

Pairing: dom! yoongi x inexperienced reader ft. Taehyung

Warnings: co-workers to lovers, angst, smut, public sex, dry humping, thigh riding, oral (f) receiving, oral (m) receiving, cum swallowing, fingering, daddy kink, fluff, teasing, protected/ unprotected sex (stay safe always)

Rating: 18 and over

“Fuck daddy yes. Please, just like that!” You yank at Yoongi’s hair, shamelessly grinding against his erection while he tugs and sucks on your nipples. He growls against your soft flesh, the sounds of you reaching your climax seemingly driving him wild. “God, I need you inside of me daddy, please!” You beg. He releases your nipple from his lips, looking up at you with lust in his eyes. He licks his lips, opening his mouth to speak. “Meow! Meow! Meow!” You look at him in confusion. “What?”

*Meow! Meooorrrrwww! *

You stretch your entire body, rolling over to see you have 15 minutes left on your alarm, too bad your cat hadn’t picked up on that notion. “No Frenchie! Go back to bed!” You grumble. She leaps up onto your bed now, kneading into your belly. You whine from under the covers. “I’m gonna give you away you pest.” You threaten, jumping up from the bed causing her to leap to the ground. You stamp into the kitchen and prep her breakfast. She happily noms away allowing you to pet her as she does. You head back to your room to turn off your alarm and get ready for a shower when an idea pops into your head. You grab you phone from the side table and sit down on your bed, removing your pajama top. You pull your hair forward, making sure to cover your breasts so just a bit of nipple shows through, and you snap a couple of selfies. You review them, choosing your favorite and send it to Yoongi with the caption ‘I woke up so wet thinking of you daddy.’ You sit for a moment, biting your lip, waiting for a response and then wonder to yourself if he would even be awake this early, seeing as how he is always late for work. With no response you hop in the shower, emerging fresh and clean. You dress in black dress pants, a white button-down shirt, and black cardigan, keeping it open instead of buttoned up. After applying some makeup and straightening your hair you head out the door. Your phone finally buzzes, and excitement fills your belly only to be crushed by a text from Becca, informing you she will be out the rest of the week. You frown and shove your phone in your bag.

A loud honk startles you, “Excuse me miss, I heard someone was in need of a cleanup crew?” You turn to the voice and smile wide at Yoongi driving slowly beside you as you walk. “Get in beautiful.” You wait for him to stop and hop in. “You missed more than a few buttons today.” He teases. “Oh shush.” He laughs leaning towards you to plant a soft kiss on your lips. “You didn’t answer my text!” You shove him away. “Of course, I did. Surprise!” He waves his hands in the air. “So, you came all the way over here, because of my photo?” You give him a suspicious look. He nods. “Uh, yeah, I did. Do you think I wake this early cause I like to? When I saw the picture, I had to make sure you hadn’t lost you mind completely after last night. Can’t have you revolting you know. First, it’s the shoulders, a little bit of thigh, and then it’s free the nipple.” You laugh out loud at his comment. “I love you,” You giggle, covering your mouth quickly, “I mean, like your humor. Not that I actually love you. It's just an expression that I use. I’m sorry, I’m over explaining.” He gives you a sly smile but says nothing. Your heart races in your chest and you begin to shake your leg nervously. “Wanna grab some coffee before we get to the office?” He asks, resting his hand gently on your shaking leg and giving it a comforting squeeze. You look at him and he winks at you. “Calm down kitten. Daddy’s got you.” You immediately stop shaking your leg, swallowing slowly. “Yeah, sure, coffee sounds nice.” He nods and focuses back on the road. You arrive at the office garage and your nerves kick in. “Maybe we should go up separately, so people don’t think anything.” Yoongi looks over at you puzzled. “What would people think? That one coworker gave another a ride to work?” “You know what I mean Yoongi.” “No, I don’t. Do you not want to be seen with me because that’s the vibe I’m getting?” You scoff at his accusation. “That’s not true.” “Good, so let’s get up there. I think this will be the first time I’m on time in like a year.”

You both arrive upstairs to find the boss standing by your desk. “Ah, Y/N, Yoongi! Good morning. Y/N, I need you to come with me and meet the new guy. He is just a temp tester we will have here until Rebecca comes back; he will be working on the other games we have launching. I’ll need you to show him the ropes, lend him your expertise, show him some of the cool things we’ve been working on with the new game. I’m counting on you.” You nod, following behind the boss to the conference room, Yoongi not far behind. “Taehyung, this is Y/N, and this is Yoongi, he’s in graphics. They are actually on a team together working on the new game.” Your face drops as Taehyung greets you with a smile. “What the fuck?” Yoongi whispers under his breath. “Hello, it’s nice to meet you both. I’m excited to help out.” “Taehyung here is my soon to be son in law.” You and Yoongi both look at each other and then to Taehyung. “Now I trust you will take good care of him Y/N. Yoongi, you can get to work. Have a good day everyone.” Your boss walks out, leaving the three of you to stare at one another. “Hello Jagi.” “Don’t call her that.” Yoongi all but growls. “Min Yoongi, right? Nice to see you again. I thought I heard him say you could get to work, no?” Taehyung smirks at Yoongi. You turn to face Yoongi, who is staring daggers into Taehyung. “Please, just go. Its ok. I’m fine.” He shrugs and pulls you towards him. Your body tenses. “You know I don’t trust that guy.” He whispers. “I know but let’s not draw unneeded attention to ourselves. You can trust me. Come on Yoongi, don’t tell me your jealous?” You giggle, trying to lighten the mood but soon stop once you notice Yoongi’s stern face. “You have absolutely no reason to be jealous Yoongi.” He nods, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Well, I’ll see you at lunch yeah?” He looks you over. “Uh, I don’t know. I have to train him and show him what Becca has been working on.” You tell him. “Yeah, and you have to eat.” Yoongi snaps. The jealousy in Yoongi causes you alarm, he always seems so confident, you couldn’t imagine him being threatened by another man. You give him a smile, hoping it will help him feel more comfortable. “Don’t smile at me like that. This isn’t a game. I’ll see you at lunch.” Yoongi declares, giving Taehyung a dirty look before walking off.

You turn to face Taehyung, “Did I hear that right? Did he say soon to be SON in law?” Taehyung nods. “So, all this time the woman you were fucking behind my back was my boss’ daughter?” “I didn’t know that then Jagi. I only just realized,” You laugh at his words, “You have to believe me.” He urges, moving towards you. “I don’t have to do anything.” “Tell me Jagi, is that Min Yoongi your boyfriend now?” “And if he is?” You cross your arms. “Has he told you then?” “Told me what?” “That he slept with my fiancé?” You heart drops to the pit of your stomach. “He mentioned that he had a one-night stand with the boss’ daughter.” “Yeah, well, imagine my surprise when she threw it my face that she too had an affair. We had a terrible fight, and she says to me that I’m not the only one with prospects. Then she gives me a name, Min Yoongi, and at first, I’m trying to figure out where I know the name from. Well, when it hit me, I was shocked to say the least Jagi.” “Hurts doesn’t it? Getting cheated on?” You spew. “It does. What hurts more though is doubting whether the child your fiancé is carrying is yours. Tell me Jagi, how well do you really know him? I told you I had a bad feeling about him. You shouldn’t trust him.” Tears burn at the back of your eyes and you begin to stutter. “No, you're wrong. It’s your baby.” You say shakily. Taehyung says nothing, instead just shrugs, seemingly unbothered. “Excuse me. I have to go to the restroom.” You run out of the conference room and straight to the bathroom. Once locked in you begin to quietly sob. Surely Yoongi would’ve mentioned impregnating some girl, wouldn’t he? You keep your hand over your mouth to hold back your cries. You soon gather yourself, checking your makeup in the mirror. “I won’t let him do this to me. Not anymore.” You say to yourself in the mirror. You escape the restroom and head to your desk to find Taehyung already seated at Rebecca’s desk. “I didn't mean to upset you. Look, he doesn’t know about us, my father-in-law I mean. I’d like to keep it that way.” You nod. “Sure. I'll keep my mouth shut if you keep yours shut, about Yoongi and I.” He eyes you suspiciously. “So, he is your boyfriend?” “I never said that. Now, Let’s focus on your training.” You clear your throat and turn to your computer, an alert popping up on the screen.

Minyoon93: How’s it going? I figure we go out for lunch today. BBQ place? I'll grill you a nice steak.

You sniffle a bit reading Yoongi's message. Your heart pounding thinking of what Taehyung alleged. “I could definitely go for some BBQ.” Taehyung says, reading over your shoulder. You close the window off. “What are you doing? You are not coming to lunch with us. Go back to your station.” You suck your teeth at him. “Oh, Jagi but I am, you didn’t think I took this position because of you, did you? No, it’s because I intend to make Min Yoongi’s life a living hell. I’m going to make things so bad for him, he won’t make it to launch. So,” He leans in close, hate in his eyes, “write him back and tell him you’d love to join him for lunch. Let’s say around noon.” He smiles, moving back towards Rebecca’s desk. “And if I don’t?” He snorts at your attempt to boldness. “Then I tell your boss all about you and Yoongi and we both know how bad he’s been itching to fire his ass.” “Who are you Kim Taehyung? I feel like I never knew you at all.” Taehyung gives you a thin smile. “I’m sorry Jagi. I wish you weren’t involved but since you are all I can ask is that you stay out of my way.” You immediately feel sick to your stomach, had you truly not known Taehyung at all? You needed to warn Yoongi without potentially ruining his position here at work.

Noon rolls around and Yoongi arrives promptly to pick you up. “Lunch time already? Time flies when you have an amazing teacher training you all day.” Taehyung stretches, smiling brightly at Yoongi. “Sorry friend, you're not invited.” He informs Taehyung, reaching out his hand for you to grab. “Oh, Jagi invited me. Didn't want me to feel left out. This wasn't a date was it?” He chuckles. Yoongi shoots you an annoyed look and starts for the elevator without you. You roll your eyes at Taehyung who wiggles his brows at you, following you to the elevator. “BBQ, right?” Taehyung asks. No one responds but you watch as Yoongi white knuckles the grab bar in the elevator. You all exit, you and Yoongi walking ahead. “It's not what you think, he’s got this vendetta against you. We need to find time to talk alone.” You whisper to Yoongi. “You ruined any chance of that by inviting him.” Yoongi whispers back. “Secrets?” Taehyung asks, shoving between the two of you. “Just asking Yoongi if he's finished with my notes on the new levels.” You offer. Taehyung nods, opening the door to the restaurant. “So, how long have you two been dating?” Taehyung asks once you've been seated. Yoongi chuckles, clearly pissed off. “We aren't dating.” You cut in, getting a look of disdain from Yoongi. You realize your mistaken and go to reach for his hand, but he pulls it under the table. “How long are you temping for?” Yoongi asks Taehyung. “Through launch. Rebecca being out throws a wrench in things for my father-in-law, so I was asked to help out.” “I didn't know you gamed. You look like one of those stock guys.” Taehyung laughs at Yoongi’s assumption. “Yeah, I get that a lot. You, on the other hand, look like a gamer. Shaggy hair, rocker clothes, you look like you don't really put much effort into anything but sleeping and gaming. I, on the other hand, love gaming, gaming is how I met Y/N. I guess we have that in common.” “We do have that in common. Although don't let my look fool you. I put all my effort into everything I do. Right kitten?” You look up at Yoongi and can feel your face turn red. You clear your throat and begin to stutter. You tuck your hair behind your ear, happy to see the waitress arrive. Taehyung does the honor of ordering, while Yoongi starts the grill. “So, tell me friend, what's the real reason you took this position? I know it isn't because you wanted to be helpful to your father-in-law.” Yoongi leans back in his seat.

Taehyung gives Yoongi a wide smile. “You’re right. I could care less about this stupid launch. I'm here because of you.” Yoongi scoffs, “Because of me? And why exactly is that?” “Did you know?” Yoongi's brow furrows and he can't help but stifle a chuckle. “Know what exactly?” “Did you know she was pregnant when you fucked her?” Your eyes shoot open as Taehyung stares pure hatred at Yoongi. You look between both men, waiting nervously for an answer. Yoongi sighs, crossing his arms, looking over to you then back to Taehyung. “Yes.” He says plainly. You gag on your own saliva, covering your gasp with your hand. “You fucking asshole!” Taehyung jumps over the table to grab at Yoongi. You shout as he knocks over the beverages. Yoongi shoves Taehyung back into his seat. “She knew you were cheating,” Yoongi shouts, “She slept me with to get back at you.” “I should kill you.” Taehyung seethes. “Yoongi, how could you? She was pregnant with another man's child.” You whimper, tears forming. “She wasn't far along and anyway she told me after we were done. Look, I never said I was Saint ok. I didn't know Taehyung was her fiancé or your ex. I don't owe any of you anything.” You let a tear fall. “You're right. You don't owe me anything.” “I told you he was no good Jagi.” Taehyung comforts you by taking your hand. “That's rich coming from the cheating ex.” “You may not owe her anything Yoongi, but you owe me everything and everything I will have. It's going to bring me such pleasure watching you lose it all. Come Jagi, let’s get out of here.” You stand with Taehyung, Yoongi jumping up. “You’re not leaving with him, Y/N.” “Will you stop her? Please, I dare you to try.” Taehyung taunts. “I don't owe you anything Yoongi.” You spat, leaving the restaurant with Taehyung, not looking back when you hear a fist collide with a wall.

You hadn't bothered to talk to Taehyung since lunch and he didn't bother you, instead working quietly at Rebecca’s desk. You hadn't noticed either, if Yoongi walked in, too immersed in your levels to pay attention, your heart still breaking over his words at lunch. ‘I don't owe any of you anything.’ Sure, you guys weren't anything official, but his lack of empathy was what truly hurt you. How could he be so cold?

Minyoon93: We need to talk kitten. Please.

You look over your shoulder to find Taehyung focused on his computer screen, happy your headphones were on to keep the alert from sounding out loud in the small space you both shared.

Y/L/N/Birth year: I’m not interested honestly, besides what happened to not owing anyone anything?

Minyoon93: I felt cornered, I’m sorry, please, please let's talk.

Y/L/N/Birth year: I can't right now but I’ll stop by later with my notes.

Minyoon93: I'll be waiting.

“Jagi.” Taehyung's voice causes you to jump. “What?” You spin around after closing the chat window quickly. “I'm done with these levels you gave me if you want me to move on I can.” You simply nod, having gave Taehyung other games to work on. “Hey,” He rolls towards you, “I'm sorry about lunch. I know you liked that guy but it's better to find out early that he's a scum bag. Just between us, you didn't sleep with him, did you?” “That's none of your business. Just focus on your work.” You snap. Taehyung smirks at you causing your blood to boil, knowing he knows the answer to his question simply from your body language. After all these years he could still read you like a book. “I’m glad Jagi. He doesn’t deserve to know you intimately.” You snarl at him with anger in your eyes. “I never said we weren’t intimate. We just haven’t slept together. Did you think you’d be the only man in my life forever Kim Taehyung?” You stand grabbing your notes from your desk. “I’m going to drop these off. I’ll be back.” Taehyung stands with you. “I’ll come along.” He offers. “No! Thank you.” You throw your hand up causing him to take his seat. You release a proud huff and walk off towards Yoongi’s desk. You stand behind him for a moment and chuckle to yourself as you watch his leg shake frantically whilst he chews at his fingernails. “Nervous?” You whisper. He looks over towards you, dropping his hand from his mouth, and standing. He goes to reach for you but stops himself, looking around instead. “I’m sorry about lunch. I shouldn’t have said what I said. You deserve an explanation. I don’t want us to start things off on a bad foundation. I’m not a bad guy. If you just give me a chance to show you.” You lift your hand, pressing a finger to his lips to quiet him. “Now isn’t a good time for this. There’s too much going on and too many people around. Let’s talk later. You can drive me home.” He nods at you, pressing his lips into your finger. You hand him your notepad. “Levels 11 through 20 are done.” You say with a large grin. “You’re awesome. I’ll go over these now.” He takes the notepad and drops it on his desk. You turn to walk off but Yoongi grabs your hand, tugging you back. “No one's looking, kiss me, please. I want to feel your lips against mine.” You feel your face flush, darting your head around to see if indeed no one was looking. “I’m still mad at you.” You whisper, leaning towards him. “I know kitten, I know.” You gently press your lips to his, instantly swept up in his commanding mouth. You moan softly causing him to bite on your lip as you part. “I have to go. We’ll talk later.” You lick your lips, walking off.

At 5pm Yoongi arrives at your desk with notes in hand, “All done.” You look up at him with a small grin. “Wow. That was fast! I think one quick look at everything, and we may be ready to present to the boss for review week.” Yoongi nods, looking over at Taehyung who is clearly immersed in your conversation. “You guys make a great team!” Taehyung chimes in after a moment of silence. “Yeah well, it's time to go so, are you ready?” Yoongi asks you cautiously, side eyeing Taehyung. You nod, straightening out your desk before standing to leave. “Have a goodnight you two.” Taehyung smiles, waving you both off. You both get into the elevator and you can feel the tension building between you and Yoongi. “That was odd, no?” You ask. “It was. I don’t trust him. He’s up to something. I don’t think we should touch or talk much until we are out of the building.” Yoongi whispers. You nod, following behind him to his car. You both sit in silence for a while as he drives you home. “So, you wanted the chance to explain yourself.” You start. Yoongi sighs. “What I did with Taehyung’s fiancé, that was stupid. I truly had no clue who she was to him or you or any of this. She was beautiful and she flirted with me. I had already taken her to my place when she told me she had a boyfriend. I wanted to stop everything right then and there, but she was adamant about getting him back for cheating on her. She said she found things in his phone and she was really hurt. I guess I felt bad which is horrible to say and so I slept with her. It was after we, well you know, that she told me she was pregnant. She was only a few weeks then. She had just found out, she was emotional, embarrassed. I was so angry at her for not telling me before, not truly giving me an opportunity to say no in the matter. She said she knew I wouldn’t sleep with her if I knew. Look, I’m sorry. I get it if you don’t want to continue to see me or whatever. Just know my feelings for you haven’t changed.” You swallow hard, thinking about everything he just said. You wanted to be mad, hell you couldn’t help the fact that you were jealous, but in this moment, you could tell he was being honest, and you wanted nothing more than to forgive him. However, you had questions, so many questions. “You can ask me whatever you want kitten. I’m an open book for you.” He replies as if reading your mind. “Did you use protection?” He smirks at the question. “Of course, I did. I always use protection.” You nod. “Did you like it?” You immediately slap your forehead the minute the question leaves your mouth. He full on laughs now. “It's ok, don’t be embarrassed. Its normal to feel jealous. I’d be lying if I said Taehyung being around didn’t make me jealous.” You look over at him in confusion. “Really?” “Hell yeah really. He’s extremely handsome, and he’s literally the only man to have made love to you. Of course, I’m jealous.” You smile to yourself. “You don’t need to be jealous. I think your handsome, sexy even.” He smirks. “Thank you, kitten. To answer your question, full disclosure, yes, I enjoyed it but what man doesn’t really enjoy sleeping with a beautiful girl? Besides, it’s not how I enjoy being with you. It's different being with you. You make me feel like I can love again you know. Like there is more out there for me. Anyway, you don’t have to be jealous of anyone from my past. None of that matters for me. All I can think about is you, us.”

He pulls into your parking garage and parks, looking over at you. “Any other questions? Anything you want to just know?” “Do you want to come up? We can make up.” You lick your lips suggestively with a shrug. He chuckles, pressing his folded hands into his crotch. “I do but I won’t. Not yet kitten. It's not right just yet.” You reach your hand over, under his linked fingers, and palm his growing erection. He groans quietly and you feel your pussy moisten. “I want to make you feel good. What’s not right about that? I want to suck your cock daddy, please.” He sucks in a breath at your brazen comment. “Damn kitten, you shouldn’t tease me like that.” “I’m not teasing. God you don’t know how often I dream about you; how bad I want you? Do you wanna know what I dreamt about just last night?” You whisper, cupping Yoongi’s balls and giving them a good squeeze. You lean in and kiss his open pout softly, “Do you want me to show you daddy?” You moan into his mouth. He raises his hand into your hair and grips tightly, shoving his tongue into your mouth. You mewl at his desperation, reaching to undo his belt. He stops you, causing you to whimper. “Not yet baby but soon I promise. I want all of you, but it has to be right. When you’re ready to be mine completely.” You sit back in your seat and pout. “Don’t do that baby. You know how I find it irresistible.” He leans over and kisses you again, the same thought passing through your head; Be BRAVE.

You spring forward, sure not to break the kiss, climbing over the gear shift and into Yoongi’s lap. He moans as you dig your hands into his hair, tugging on his soft shaggy locks. He grips your waist tightly, dragging you along his erection. “This time we’re both gonna cum.” You tease, catching his bottom lip in your teeth and tugging. He groans at your sudden rough behavior, even you are surprised at yourself, but you needed him so badly. The thought of him leaving right now, jealously over another woman, and all the stress of having Taehyung around was slowly building up inside you and all you wanted was this man and the sweet release you knew he could bring you. You grind down shamelessly over and over in his lap, moaning out like a true kitten in heat. You feel yourself moisten under his heated gaze, his cheeks flushed, his hands only gripping tighter and tighter on your hips. “You need to know now; I’m not going to cum Kitten.” He pants. You smirk, unbuttoning your shirt to reveal your sheer bra. He looks over your breast, licking his lips at the sight of your hardened nipples pressing against their soft barrier. “You sure about that daddy?” You mewl, releasing one of your tits, tugging and twirling your bud in your hand. “Fuck.” He whispers, tossing his head back against the headrest. You feel his cock twitch beneath you and it only motivates you to grind harder against him. “You’re going to cum!” You almost threaten. He gives you a slick smile, leaning forward to plant kisses along your neck. Once he reaches your ear, he whispers softly to you, “Don’t test me kitten. You’re not in charge here.” You whimper at the feel of him bite down on your earlobe, slowly making his way back down your neck, collar bone, and to your exposed breast. He bites the bare flesh hard causing you to cry out. He soon suckles at the spot, creating a dark purple mark. “Yoongiiii, don’t.” You pout. “Mm, but you look so sexy with my mark on you. I’m going to have so much fun leaving marks all over you.” He teases, licking at your nipple through hooded eye lids. You groan at the sight, gasping at the feel of Yoongi shifting below you to press his thigh between your legs. “How about instead of stopping this all together, daddy lets you fuck yourself on his thigh? Let me see your gorgeous fucked out face.” He pants from between your cleavage, slowly rubbing his button nose between your mounds.

You lean back slightly, shoving your breast further into his face, feeling safe wrapped in his arms as you grind against his clenched thigh. Your clit burns with need as you press her firmly against him, grinding unabashedly once again. He soon begins panting with you, watching you closely as you bring yourself closer and closer to climax. Your core soon burns with your impending orgasm. You rock harder against him, feeling the car shake with your every motion. You notice the windows have fogged over, your belly tightening and your skin goosing. “That’s it baby, cum for daddy.” You throw your head back, hit with the hot waves of your climax. Your cunt trembles with every gasp and you can feel you’ve soaked through your dress pants. You slowly stop your movements and lower your head to meet Yoongi’s gaze. “You. Are. So. Fucking. Beautiful.” He declares, taking you by the mouth into a powerful kiss. “I want more. I want you.” You whisper into his mouth, tugging at his belt. He smirks. “Soon kitten. Very soon. I promise.” He kisses you on the cheek softly when a hard knock on the window causes you both to jump. You yank your shirt closed, leaping towards the passenger seat. “It’s ok kitten. Calm down.” You nod, frantically buttoning your shirt. Yoongi rolls down the window to find the parking attendant standing beside him. “Sir, do you live here?” “Uh, no, I was just dropping off my girlfriend who does live here.” “Alright well, there’s no loitering. So, I have to ask you to leave.” Yoongi nods, hitting the button to pull the window back up. “Girlfriend huh?” You smile. “Didn’t know what else to say. No pressure. I should get going though. I can pick you up in the morning. We can drive in to work together.” “I’d like that.” You nod, leaning over to kiss him again. “I’ll see you in the morning.” You go to leave but turn to Yoongi again. “We have to be careful at work. I’m afraid for you, for us. Taehyung isn’t going to let things go quietly. We should try to keep the peace.” He nods. “I know baby and I agree but let’s not worry about that. Let’s just get through this launch and soon he will be out of our hair. It's going to be ok. I promise.” You nod at Yoongi’s confidence, leaning in to kiss him goodbye once more. He rubs his fingers along your cheek gently and you exit the car and head up to your apartment.

The following morning, you’re beaming as you head downstairs to meet Yoongi. He’s parked out front, patiently waiting for you. “Morning.” You greet, hopping into the car. “Morning kitten!” He beams, leaning over to kiss you. He points to the cup holders between you and you smile wide at the sight of fresh coffee. “You’re too sweet but I think it was my turn to get the coffee this morning.” He shakes his head. “I'll never let you pay for anything again.” You blush a bit at his comment, hiding behind your coffee cup as you sip. “You look great by the way.” You take note of his dangling earrings, ripped blue jeans, black button down, and red and black bomber. He looks down at himself and shrugs. “You look better baby. God, I love those fucking cardigans.” You roll your eyes at him, yanking at the collar of your bright yellow buttoned up cardigan to reveal you’re not wearing a shirt underneath. He sucks in a breath before licking his lips. “Every day is a surprise with you Kitten. I gotta say I am enjoying discovering all your pretty layers. Never a dull moment.” You giggle now. “So, how was your evening? You know after you left me?” He smiles wide at your question, revealing his gums. “Didn't I tell you if you want to ask me something, you’re just going to have to come right out and ask it?” He gives you a sinful smile now. You feel your cheeks flush and you shrug. “Say what you need to say kitten.” You take a deep breath and release a slow sigh. “Did you make yourself cum thinking of me last night?” You whisper. “Did you want me to?” “You can't answer my question with a question.” You whine. He looks you over and you do your best to avoid eye contact. He grabs your chin now, forcing you to make eye contact with him. “I didn't,” He smirks, leaning to whisper in your ear, “I'm saving it all for your greedy cunt.” He straightens up, checking his mirrors before driving while you sit in shock, your pussy tightening with need. You begin to stutter but can't find the words. “Let's get going before we end up being late.” You swallow hard and just nod, collecting your thoughts. “We should maybe do something this weekend. I mean, outside the office, like normal people.” You clear your throat, nervously awaiting his response. “So, like a date?” He looks at you briefly, to wink and then back at the road. “Yeah, like a date. You can meet my cat.” “Oh, I’ve met your cat baby.” You suck your teeth, swatting at his arm, soliciting a cute chuckle from him. “I’m kidding baby, of course we can do something this weekend. Anything you want.” “Good, I’ll look into some things and let you know over lunch.” “You got it kitten.”

“Good morning you two.” Taehyung greets from Rebecca’s desk as you both approach. “I’ll see you at noon.” Yoongi whispers, tugging at your pinky before walking off to his desk. “Morning Tae. How was your evening?” You inquire, taking your seat. “Informative and yours?” You look at him now with suspicion in your eyes. “What’s going on Taehyung? You’ve been, I don’t know, too nice.” He purses his lips slightly and shrugs. “I don’t know what you mean Jagi. I’m sorry you feel that way.” “Don't bullshit me ok! You came in all guns blazing about how you were going to ruin Yoongi’s life and now suddenly, its great teamwork and good mornings? What's going on?” He chuckles and shakes his head. “You really need to calm down Jagi. You’re too wound up. I don’t ever recall you being this way when we were together.” He runs his fingers down your arm and you quickly swat his hand away. “Don't touch me.” He nods. “We should get to work. Lot’s to do today.” He turns to his computer, covering his ears with his headphones.

Y/L/N/Birth year: Taehyung is definitely up to something. In other news, I looked up and reserved a slot for us at the art museum. Not sure if you're into that stuff but I figure it would be fun. Saturday at noon, I know you're not an early bird. Let me know what you think.

Minyoon93: Hold onto your seat Kitten cause I have a huge surprise for you...I love art!! Ha-ha, I can't wait to spend the day with you. Sounds great to me! In other news (imagining your cute voice saying this), don’t stress the ex!! We can worry about him another time. He isn't significant. Lunch on me today. ;-*

Your heart beamed reading Yoongi’s message and you tried to remember the last time it was that you felt this enamored with someone. “Jagi,” Taehyung’s voice crawled up your spine like a snake, “I am all done with these levels also. What would you like me to start on next?” You turn to him and rummage through the items on Rebecca’s desk. “Peter is the graphics guy working with Rebecca on these levels, you can walk over your notes to him and then start on this next.” You hand him another thumb drive with a different game. He nods with a smile. “Is it ok to wait till the end of the day to drop it off? I want to give everything to him all at once.” “Sure. Whatever you’d like.” You smile and turn back to your desk, unable to shake the nagging feeling that something is wrong.

At just about 10am, you receive an email from the boss about a ‘Launch Team Lunch’ at noon. “There go my lunch plans.” You whisper to yourself. At just before noon, you make your way to the conference room, where there is a huge spread of sushi and salad for the team. “Hey there gorgeous.” Yoongi whispers in your ear. You turn to face him, and he winks at you. “Guess we will have to settle for seeing each other after work.” You whisper to him. He nods, grabbing some food and following you to the table to sit down. Your boss soon enters. “Welcome team! I am happy to announce that many of you have finished the levels that you have been working on and I am beyond proud of the work we have all come together to accomplish. With that being said, please take this lunch as just a token of my appreciation. Monday is final review, Wednesday is submission day, and Friday will be a fabulous launch party. Everyone is invited!” Everyone in the conference room erupts into applause at the news. “I am very excited to get this game out to the public and the higher ups are excited to close this deal! Y/N! Yoongi! Amazing teamwork, you two were the first two to get everything done so I am most proud of the two of you. I expected nothing less. Yoongi, please stay after work today for your annual review. That’s all people, enjoy lunch and let's get this game to launch!” Everyone claps again as the boss exits the room. “Should I be concerned about this review?” You lean over and ask Yoongi. He shakes his head, shoving a roll in his mouth. “Same thing every year. Work on your lateness, be more respectful of your workplace, keep up the good work. Its fine kitten. Don’t worry.” He swallows with a nod. You nod with him but again can't shake this feeling. “How will you get home?” He breaks through your thoughts, wiping his mouth. You chuckle, “Uh, public transportation, same way I did before you started driving me.” “Alright, well, I’ll call you later after I’m done here and pick you up tomorrow for our date.” “Sounds like a plan.” “Wanna sneak out? Go to my car? We have some time left and I can go for some dessert.” He licks his lips, looking up at you from under his bangs. “What are you thinking? The coffee shop.” You say brightly, sitting up. He smiles at you and shakes his head. “Come. Let’s go.” He gets up and walks out, you following behind him. You both move quickly out of the office and to the elevators, making your way through the garage to Yoongi’s car. You walk over to passenger side and furrow your brow at Yoongi who makes his way behind you. “What are you doing?” He raises his eyebrows, opening the back door and taking you by the hand to lead you to the back seat. You can’t help but laugh as he helps you take a seat, looking around before he climbs in beside you. “Yoongi, what are we doing? I thought you wanted to grab dessert.” He tilts his head at you as realization crosses your face. “Lie back baby.” He whispers. You slide back slightly and lie across the back seat. Yoongi looks over your body, turning to lean on his knees, grabbing your right leg and crossing it to the other side of his body. “Yoongi.” You swallow hard, feeling yourself clench around nothing. “Shh, I got you baby.” He says, gripping your thigh to pull your body down towards his. You squeal a bit as he covers your body with his, wrapping his lips around yours.

You moan wrapping your arms around his neck while shoving your tongue in his mouth. He slides his hand up and gently squeezes your breast before making his way back down your body, his hands playfully exploring your body, landing on the button of your dress pants. He unbuttons them with ease, tugging down the zipper, and pushing his hand into them to squeeze your thick mound. You groan, thrusting forward, desperate for friction. He soon lifts his hand up slightly to tuck his hand into your panties, gliding his middle finger along your slit. “Damn kitten. I haven’t even touched you yet and already you’re soaked.” He licks at your earlobe. “God, you don’t know how bad I want you.” You tremble under his touch. He chuckles against your ear, making his way to your neck, using his slender fingers to part your lips to coat his tips in your arousal. He pulls his fingers from your pants and shoves them in his mouth. “Delicious.” He pants, lifting off you to tug your pants and panties off. You gasp at the cold seat touching your ass. He continues to yank until the garments are off completely, sinking between your legs. “Oh, fuck, Yoongi! People will see us.” You try lifting your head until you feel Yoongi glide his tongue through your slit. “Oh fuck!” You cry out. Yoongi grips your thighs, latching on to your needy clit and slurping luridly on it. You cry out curses amazed at how quickly you can foresee this ending. He soon wiggles his head, using his nose to dig deeper into your cunt. You moan and groan as he bobs his head up and down your inner and outer folds, nibbling and suckling until he finds your entrance.

Your back arches as he growls, quickly entering you with his tongue, fucking you with rapid thrusts. You slowly begin to grind against his face, spreading your legs wide with the desperate need to have your clit massaged. Yoongi picks up on your cues and begins to suck your labia into his mouth, slowly making his way back up to your swollen bud. He looks up at you as he wraps his mouth around your clit again. You cry out under his gaze, the sweet feeling of figure eights activating all your nerve ending. He pants against your sex switching now between figure eights and suckling, sending your senses to over drive as you feel your walls clench and your belly tighten. “I’m gonna cum soon daddy. It feels so fucking good.” He smirks against your pussy, bringing a hand over to slowly dip his first two fingers in and out of your entrance while still servicing your clit. Your thighs begin to shake with the feeling of that coil deep inside you twisting tightly. “Daddy.” You pant over and over, your eyes rolling back when you feel him enter you fully with his fingers, curling them to meet your g-spot. Your coil soon shatters, a scream escaping your throat, your body trembling uncontrollably with the most intense orgasm coursing through you. Yoongi continues to rub and kiss your cunt until your body stops trembling, only lifting his head when you’ve seemed to calm. “How’s that for more?” He smiles, licking your arousal from his face. “That was amazing.” You lull, giggling with your hands over your face. He grabs your pants and assist you in putting them on in the tight space. You soon lean over to kiss him, tasting yourself on his lips.

“When do I get to repay the favor?” You ask, reaching down between his thighs. He catches your hand and brings it to his lips for a kiss. “Soon baby.” He says, looking to his watch. “Why won't you let me do anything to you?” He looks at you confused. “You do so much to me baby.” “I mean fuck you. Suck you off. Jerk you off anything.” He laughs wide, his face dropping when he realizes you’re not joking around. “Oh kitten, come on. I just want to enjoy you. Besides, why do we need to rush? You really do, do so much to me and for me that’s enough.” You scoff. Exiting the car. Yoongi soon follows behind you. “Kitten, please, don’t be upset.” “You don’t want me to touch you. Why?” You poke his chest now. “I do, believe me I do. I want all of you. Do you think I don’t want to be inside of you already? I just want it to be right.” “You’re hiding something, and I am sick to death of people hiding things from me.” You start to stomp off, stopping for a minute when you hear something clatter in the distance. “What was that?” You whisper. “What,” Yoongi asks, looking around, “I didn’t hear anything.” You roll your eyes and continue to the elevators. “Kitten, I promise, it’s not what you think. Please, trust me ok. I would never hurt you or hide anything from you on purpose.” You shrug and look him over. “Whatever.” He sighs, pinching his nose as the elevator doors open and you both enter. He swallows hard, looking up at the cameras, “I promise kitten. It's nothing bad. I really like you. Please, don’t be upset with me. Say you’re not mad or else I’m going to kiss you right here and now in this elevator and I don’t care who sees.” You look at him with narrowed eyes. He lifts his head to the cameras again then to you, raising his brows. You sigh. “That’s blackmail you know.” He shrugs. “Fine. I’m not mad. I do trust you. It's just…waiting sucks.” He nods and smiles just as the elevator opens on your floor. “The wait is almost over. I’ll call you tonight kitten.” You nod at him, heading to your desk.

You sigh to yourself, noticing Taehyung missing from his desk, wondering if he is in the conference room grabbing food for himself. You look over your cubicle to see if you catch a glimpse of him down the hall. “What are we looking for?” His voice creeps from behind you. You yelp at his unexpected pop up. “Where were you?” You question, holding your chest. “Grabbing lunch.” He smiles, holding up a delivery bag. He walks past you and plops down in Rebecca’s seat, unloading his lunch. You eye him suspiciously before taking your own seat and continuing your last minute projects.

Minyoon93: Get home safe Kitten.

Y/L/N/Birth year: You too. Can’t wait to have naughty phone sex later. LOL.

Minyoon93: O_O I’ll be sure to make this thing brief.

You log off soon after and head home. By 7:30pm you’ve showered, ate, fed Frenchie, and are on your bed waiting for Yoongi’s call.

*8:00pm*

*8:45pm*

*10:20pm*

“Alright, what the hell?” You mumble, picking up the phone and calling Yoongi instead. It rings and ring until, “You have reached the voice-mail box of Min Yoongi…” *BEEP* “Hey its me. Um, I guess your meeting ran late or something and I’m sure you’re exhausted. Anyway, I’ll see you tomorrow morning. I guess around 10ish. We can grab coffee. My treat! Um, have a goodnight and I’ll see you tomorrow. Oh, sorry, I said that already. Hope you’re OK. I’m sure you are. OK. Goodnight. Bye.” You sigh deeply, hanging up the phone, lying back in bed with a heavy feeling in your chest. Would he really not call if he said he was going to? Oh well, he would surely explain in the morning.

*BEEP BEEP BEEP *

You rise early to get in a shower and get pretty for your first date in forever. After checking your phone, you see no missed calls but either way its no big deal to you. By 10am, with no call or sign of Yoongi you decide to call again. “You have reached the voice-mail box of Min Yoongi….” *BEEP* “Hey sleepy head! I hope you set an alarm. I don’t want to miss our time slot so I think I’ll just head over to the museum and just meet you there. When you get this just go straight to the museum. See you soon. Bye.”

11:45am and still no sign of Yoongi, you clear your throat of the giant lump forming as you make one final attempt at reaching out. “You have reached the voice-mail box of Min Yoongi…” *BEEP* “You know if you didn’t want to come on the date you could’ve just told me instead of standing me up. Anyway, sorry to, I don’t know why I’m apologizing. Goodbye Yoongi.” You hang up and walk up to a couple making their way towards the entrance. “Excuse me! Did you guys get tickets yet?” “Not yet.” The young lady says. “Well, you’re in luck. I won’t make it in. Enjoy.” You hand over your tickets and smile wide as they thank you and walk off.

*Mreooowwwwww*

Frenchie greets you as you walk through your front door, tears streaming down your face. You plop down on your couch unable to stop the sobs that escape your throat. Frenchie hops up on the couch beside you, rubbing her body against your side to comfort you. Soon your phone buzzes and you shoot forward, yanking it out of your pocket. You suck your teeth as it lights up with the name Kim Taehyung. “What do you want?” You seethe into the phone. “Hello to you too! I just wanted to check in and see if you wanted to grab lunch.” You rub fresh tears from your eyes, silent on your end. “Jagi? You there?” “Where’s your wife?” You hear Taehyung chuckle. “Fiancé and she is at her parents' home. I told you we fought. She’s been taking time away. Anyway, it's just a lunch among friends. What do you say?” “I’m not in the mood but thank you.” *MREOOWWW* “Is that Frenchie? I’d love to see her. I could come by, bring mandu. What do you say?” You take a deep breath, mulling the idea over in your head. “I don’t know. I don’t think it’s a good idea.” “Oh, come on. What do you have other plans? I’ll be by in about an hour. See you soon Jagi!” He hangs up before you can continue to protest.

In exactly one hour, he arrives with food in hand. “Hi Jagi. You look nice. Did you go out?” He observes you in one glance as he enters. “I went for a walk this morning.” He drops the bag on the table and slides out of his coat, looking around the apartment, his eyes lighting up when he sees Frenchie hop up on the counter. “Hello my love.” He mews, walking over to her. Her eyes shrink as she hops on her hind legs, front paws in the air.... *HISSSSSSSSS*…. She drops down to the ground and scurries off to your bedroom. “What on earth was that?” He looks over at your bedroom in confusion. “You know she's temperamental. Besides, it's been a while since she last saw you. Just come eat.” You grumble, already helping yourself to a mouthful. Taehyung takes a seat across from you and reaches down to grab your foot from the ground. You flinch instinctively but he holds on tightly, slowly beginning to rub your foot. “Don't,” You whine, “It's inappropriate.” “Because of Yoongi?” He asks causing your heart to jump at the sound of Yoongi’s name. “Because of your soon to be wife!” You shout, yanking your foot from his grasp. “Its never stopped us before.” He smirks suggestively. You scoff, sitting up straighter in your seat. “What happened to wanting to do right by her?” He shakes his head. “You really know how to ruin a moment.” He says, focusing on his plate. You stand and head into the kitchen to grab water, taking a moment to calm your nerves, when you feel Taehyung press his chest against your back. He nuzzles into your hair, running his hand down your arm, slowly trailing kisses down your neck. You release a low sigh, exposing more of your neck for him, losing yourself in the moment. “Yoongi.” You whisper, feeling Taehyung’s body stiffen, his kisses stopping. He spins you to face him and you swallow hard reality hitting you. “He’s never going to touch you again Jagi. Not while I’m around. He doesn’t know you like I do. You’re caught under his spell, his ridiculous charm, but it’s all a façade. Let me show you that I can be all you want and need.” He kisses your lips softly, moving to your earlobe and placing a soft kiss there. “I can be your daddy.” You heart seizes in your chest. “What did you say?” You pull away from him. “What,” He replies puzzled, “Is something wrong?” You shove him away fully. “You need to leave Taehyung. I’m sorry but you have to go.” He shoves his hands in his pocket looking you over, giving a small nod. As he pulls on his jacket, he smiles at you, moving toward you to run his thumb along your bottom lip. “Your mine Jagi. Always and forever. I’ll see you Monday.” He turns and leaves not waiting for you to walk him out.

“Hello! Where have you been? I've been worried sick about you. Why didn't you call?” “I'm so sorry kitten…. I…. We…. just….” “What? I can't hear you. You're coming in and out. Yoongi? Hello?”

*BEEP BEEP BEEP *

You wake to your alarm with a gasp, snatching your phone from your side table to see no missed calls. You hop out of bed with a fire under your ass so great that you are showered and ready to go in 45 minutes. You opt for a skirt today with a low-cut tank top assisted by your best push up bra and a cardigan on top, open for dramatics. You arrive at work promptly at 9am and head straight to the conference room for your final submission to the boss. Your palms are sweaty as you anticipate Yoongi’s arrival. The door opens behind you and your boss walks in, assistant in tow. “Good morning Y/N, I see Yoongi is late but what's new?” You give a tight smile, your leg shaking frantically. At 9:15am, Yoongi strolls in and your cunt nearly bursts at the sight of him. He's wearing skintight black jeans and a white button down that's clinging to his damp chest, even his hair is damp, and you can't help noticing the bags under his eyes. He walks past you, sure to not make eye contact and takes a seat. “Yoongi, we just spoke about lateness.” Your boss scolds. “I apologize.” Yoongi grumbles. You suck your teeth and chuckle at his apology causing both Yoongi and your boss to look at you. “Something funny?” Yoongi snaps. “Just your blatant disregard for the people around you. Other than that, nope nothing.” You snarl. “You missed some buttons on that cardigan mother Teresa.” He clips, turning to face your boss. “Alright enough you two! Now, I’ve reviewed your work and it's amazing. All the kinks are out, and it's been approved by upper management. You guys have been greenlighted. So, you no longer have to work together. I am sure that makes you both happy. Great job to you both! I was very impressed by your dynamic so I may call on you two again to team up in the future. Now, get to work on the other projects you were working on and I will see you both at the launch party. Have a great day!” Your boss applauds you both as he walks out of the room, his assistant in tow. Yoongi sighs, standing to leave, as he walks toward the door you jump up and block his way. “Excuse me." He says dryly, eyeing your cleavage before looking away.

Your eyes shoot open at his disregard for your feelings. “You bastard!” You watch him swallow hard, but he says nothing. “I called you! I waited for you! I went to the museum like an idiot thinking you’d show! I was worried sick about you, and you come in today like what, like you don’t even know me? You owe me an explanation Min Yoongi!” You shout. His eye sink and cheeks flush. “I’m sorry but I shouldn’t have agreed to the date. Its better this way. Clean break.” Your breathing quickens and you begin to stutter. “I, clean break for who? I… I don’t understand. We, the car, and you, all those things you said. How could you do this to me? I let you touch me in ways no man has ever!” “Yeah well, there was a reason I never let you touch me ok and I just think it's better if we end things now before they get out of hand. Don’t make things harder than they need to be.” He snaps. You stutter, stumbling back a bit, reaching for a chair to steady yourself. His face softens and he moves toward you, taking you by the arm. “Hey, ok, wait. Take a deep breath, just relax ok.” You can’t help yourself; you lean towards him and fall into his arms. He tenses at first but slowly hugs you tightly, stroking your hair. “I don’t understand. Why are you doing this? I know you don’t mean this Yoongi. I know you care about me, about us.” You whisper into his chest.

“I’m sorry kitten but I don’t. I lied to you ok. I, I just wanted to fuck you.” You jump back, staring at what feels like a stranger. “Liar! If that was true, we would've fucked that first day, but we never did.” You cry, not bothering to stop the tears from falling. “Why do I need to lie? You practically threw yourself at me that day and I mean I’m a man. Why would I say no? Things were moving slow and I wanted to respect that, besides we had to make the most of working together but once I saw how caught up you got on me, well, honestly, I didn’t really want to get caught up in a relationship if you catch my drift. It was fun while it lasted kitten.” He scratches at the back of his neck, looking down at the ground to avoid eye contact. ‘Perfect,’ you think to yourself as you cock your hand back and slap him hard across the face. Shock spreads across his face quickly as your handprint forms on his fair complexion. His rubs his cheek, nodding, and looking up at you with tears burning in his eyes. “Feel better now?” “I’d feel better to kick you right in the balls you piece of shit! I should've never let you touch me! You’re a pig Min Yoongi. You took advantage of me when you knew all along you had no intention of moving things further. I opened myself up to you. You should be ashamed of yourself! You’re just the same as Kim Taehyung. Lying snakes, the both of you.” You shout. “One day you'll know that's not true.” He responds, walking past you now, leaving you to cry alone.

“Morning Jagi. You ok? You look, drab?” You stare daggers at Taehyung as you enter your cubicle. You sit down at your desk, putting on your headphones and drowning him out. You spend the rest of the day this way. At the end of the night, you hop into the elevator to go home, sighing with relief as the doors begin to close. A hand catches the door before it can close completely and Yoongi walks in. He nods at you briefly and focuses on his phone. The elevator goes to close once more as another hand catches it. Taehyung enters and the two men give each other hateful looks. This time the elevator makes its way down. “So, Jagi, maybe I can stop by again to see you and Frenchie. I had fun this weekend with you. I missed spending time with you.” You cringe at his remark as you catch Yoongi look over at you both from the corner of his eye. You swallow nervously not sure how to respond. “Maybe.” You reply weakly. Yoongi scoffs, scrolling through his phone again. Taehyung looks over at Yoongi and stares at him suspiciously. “Can I help you?” Yoongi asks, never looking up from his phone. “Why are you leaving so early? Hot date?” Taehyung inquires and you feel your heart thrash in your chest. “No why? You offering,” Yoongi looks up now at Taehyung and then over at you, “Or is this a thing again?” Your eyes pop open. “No way! Taehyung is married.” You reply in shock. Yoongi nods, not breaking his gaze. “This is us Jagi.” Taehyung interjects as the elevator reaches the lobby. You nod, still looking at Yoongi as you exit.

“You should really stay away from that guy. Besides I hear he’s fooling around with a woman in graphics.” Taehyung says while opening the lobby door. “Who told you that?” “My father in law. He says he saw them canoodling at his desk, all giggles and whispers. I told he’s no good Jagi.” “You know your father in law is a liar. I wouldn’t go believing all the things he says. I have to go. Have a goodnight.” You hurry off down the street, pulling your phone out and dialing Yoongi’s phone. It rings and your heart pounds. “You have reached the voicemail box of Min Yoongi.” *BEEP* “You know if you were fooling around with someone else you could’ve told me. What’s her name? Did she know about me? I wish I never did those things with you. I hate you Min Yoongi!” You hang up and release an anguished shout.

The following day Taehyung convinces you to go to lunch with him. As he goes on and on about work and the launch and how much he is going to miss working with you, you feel your mind wander. You sit silently trying to recall all your moments with Yoongi, wondering what you missed, had it all been a lie? “Jagi.” You turn to face Taehyung with a hum and he leans in and plants a kiss on your lips. Your eyes pop open and you shove him away. “What are you doing?” “Were you even listening? I said I miss you and I still love you.” You begin to stutter, feeling your face flush, looking around for a waitress to come save you from this moment. As you scan the room you lock eyes with Yoongi, who’s staring at you from the register, food in hand. He looks almost defeated as he turns and walks out of the restaurant. “I... I don’t feel the same Taehyung. How can you even say these things, you’re getting married!” “I know but that doesn’t mean we have to stop seeing each other does it?” You cover your mouth to keep from gagging. “Oh, Taehyung. You are so pathetic for thinking that I could ever be someone’s second choice. This is done, for good. We can keep things professional but that’s it.” He shakes his head hard. “That’s not how this works Jagi. You are mine! Forever!” Your brow furrows at his reaction. “I belong to no one! Goodbye Kim Taehyung. I will see you back at the office.” You get up to leave and Taehyung jumps up shouting, “Hey! I’ll give you time to cool off, but I’d steer clear of pissing me off Jagi. I promise you’ll regret it.” You look around at the patrons all staring at you and leave.

Thursday: POV: MIN YOONGI:

Yoongi shuffles in his seat, staring over the conference room table at Y/N. He groans under his breath staring at her soft mounds poke out the top of her tank top with every deep breath she pulls in. Every day this week she’s worn less and less. He rests his interlocked hands in his lap to hide his growing cock as it twitches in his jeans. She looks over at him through her peripheral vision and Yoongi can’t help but sit taller. She sits forward a bit and peels her cardigan off, exposing her lean arms. Yoongi sighs, unsure of how much more of this he can take. He knows she’s teasing him, wanting a reaction and boy if she only knew how he truly felt. How badly he just wanted to hop over this table and claim her mouth, just the thought of her gagging on his cock sent shivers down his spine, he was so tired of waiting. He had planned to make Saturday so special, it killed him to watch her cry on Monday as he lied about his feelings. Crushed him to know she was spending time with Taehyung. Taehyung, that bastard, the one who started all this trouble, the reason for all this grief. Yoongi’s eyes scanned the room, stopping on Taehyung who lingered in the back of the conference room. He growled to himself, wishing his looks could kill right now as he stared pure death at Taehyung. Taehyung immediately feels Yoongi’s hatred, looking over and locking eyes with him. He gives Yoongi a smug grin before turning away. The same grin he gave Yoongi that night that changed it all for Him and Y/N. If only he could tell her the truth. He was doing this all for her.

Last Friday: POV: MIN YOONGI:

“Yoongi as you know you are an integral part of the team and we are happy to have you working here at the company! I have no real complaints about your work. I just need you to work on your lateness. As a part of said team you need to show up on time, all the time. The people who are here on time don’t like watching you stroll in like you own the place, got it? So, if you do me any favors this year, let that be it. Other than that, I have been speaking with upper management and we want to offer you a new position here, head of graphics, an increase in pay of 25%. I know it's a lot to ask but I hope you’ll say yes.” Yoongi’s eyes shoot open and he leans forward, clearing his throat. “Wow, I am in shock sir. I honestly didn’t think you liked me.” The boss laughs loudly, slamming his hand on the table. “This isn't personal Yoongi. I like that you make me money and you're one of the best graphics guys around. You think I'd let you go off to some other company over petty nonsense or rumors? Look, take some time to mull it over. We can talk about it at launch. I have nothing else to cover. Do you have any questions for me?” “Uh no sir. Thank you.” Yoongi nods. “Alright then, have a great weekend!” The boss stands, tapping Yoongi on the shoulder on the way out. Yoongi sits for a moment alone, smiling wide at the offer he’s been given. He can't wait to call Y/N and tell her. He pulls his phone out of his pocket just as the conference room door opens.

“Good news?” Taehyung asks, walking in and taking a seat across from Yoongi. Yoongi sighs, shoving his phone back in his pocket. “As a matter of fact, it was.” Yoongi replies, standing now to leave. “Uh, before you go. I think we should talk.” Taehyung kicks his feet up on the conference room table. “And what would we ever need to talk about?” “Y/N.” Taehyung replies plainly. Yoongi scoffs, leaning on his hip and scratching his forehead. “When are you going to get it through your head? She doesn’t want to be with you. She’s moved on. Get over it, don’t you have someone to go home to?” Yoongi shakes his head in annoyance and turns to walk out again. “I hacked your computer. You wouldn’t believe what I found on there.” Yoongi freezes at Taehyung’s statement, turning to face him. “You're talking shit.” Yoongi drawls. “You sure about that.... daddy?” Yoongi’s face drops and he leans over the table. “Don't fuck with me Taehyung.” “On the contrary, don’t fuck with ME,” Taehyung drops his feet down off the table and sits upright, “Even better don’t fuck with my girl.” Yoongi laughs out loud. “Your girl? You're delusional and I'm done entertaining you.” Yoongi walks off, only stopping dead at the sound of Y/N’s soft moans, “I need your hands on me, right here, in my tight hole. I want to cum on your fingers. Please.... daddy.” Yoongi feels his blood boil. “I’ll kill you, you son of a bitch.” Yoongi warns, racing to reach Taehyung who scurries to the other side. “It's intriguing to me that you would remove these from the main interface but keep them on your personal hard drive. I mean, I understand why of course. Even I rubbed one out a few times watching her come undone.” He laughs, running away from Yoongi as he tries to reach for Taehyung again, “I know what you’re going to say, it was your personal computer and I had no right, but you had it right there on your desk for any ole body to just grab. I couldn’t resist. Tell me friend how does she taste? It's been a while. Is she still as sweet as I remember?”

Yoongi growls, running at full speed, catching Taehyung by the throat. “I dare you to talk about her like that again.” He says through clenched teeth. Taehyung laughs, straining to speak “I don’t think you understand your position in this situation friend. I’m the one with the power here not you. Now, if you don’t want me to release that video or anything else to everyone in this office, including my father-in-law, you best let me go.” Yoongi squeezes harder before releasing Taehyung, who drops to the ground coughing. “What do you want for them? Money?” Yoongi asks. “No, I don’t want your money. I want her. So, what I want from you Yoongi, is to stop seeing her.” “Not gonna happen.” “Then I release everything, including your hot and heavy backseat session this afternoon.” Yoongi cocks back to punch Taehyung, who ducks down, walking backwards while speaking once more, “Or, you can break her heart now, walk away, and never see her again. It’s your choice.” “How could you ever say you love her and be willing to do this to her?” Yoongi asks, dropping his fist. “I’m doing this because I love her and because you don’t deserve her. So, do we have a deal?” Taehyung ask, putting his hand out for Yoongi to shake. Yoongi could feel the sting of tears in the back of his eyes. He didn’t want to give her up, but he cared about her too much to allow her life to be ruined because of his carelessness. “Promise not to hurt her or release the videos and we have a deal.” He whispers, shaking Taehyungs hand, sealing his fate.

Thursday: POV: MIN YOONGI:

The meeting was over, and everyone was filing out one by one. Yoongi sprung up quickly to follow behind Y/N like a loyal puppy as she made her way over to the employee lounge. Yoongi popped a K-cup into the Keurig to make it seem as if he had reason to be in the lounge as well, watching her out the corner of his eye as she heated her morning coffee in the microwave. “What?” She snaps causing Yoongi to freeze in his spot. His brows shoot up towards the sky as he cautiously turns with a shrug. “What?” He throws back. “You keep staring at me. Why? What is it? If you have something to say just say it.” She spat at him. He had a million things to say, he just couldn’t say them. She shook her head at him as the microwave beeped. “Coward.” She says under her breath. “Tease.” He replies under his, unable to help himself. “Excuse me?” “You heard me. I know what you’re doing. Taehyung would be really upset to know you’re dressing like this to get a rise out of me.” She laughs out loud and it’s the sweetest thing Yoongi thinks he’s ever heard. “Fuck Taehyung and fuck you too.” She says with a sip of her coffee, heading for the exit. “Promise.” Yoongi grumbles. She scoffs, walking straight over to Yoongi, pressing her full breast into his chest. He bites down on his lip, gripping the counter behind him to keep himself from ravaging her right there. “You had your chance Min Yoongi and you ruined it. To think I was ready to lay it out for you raw in the back seat of your car. Silly me.” She whispers, pressing her body into his harder. Yoongi groans, leaning forward, so turned on by her, so desperately in need of her lips around his. She pouts at him, a sly smile creeping across her face before she licks his bottom lip. She soon digs her hands in his hair pulling him into a deep kiss, taking command of his mouth. She bites and sucks at his lips before suckling and swirling her tongue around his like a woman mad. When she breaks the kiss he leans forward, mouth open desperately trying to catch her tongue against his again, but she simply walks away with a giggle. “Enjoy your blue balls…. Daddy.” Yoongi can’t help but chuckle, feeling his pants tighten around his cock. She was going to be the end of him but if it meant he could have her then he was more than eager for his demise.

*LAUNCH DAY*

You stood before your mirror dressed in the skimpiest outfit you could find, a red mini dress with drape neck front. You unfortunately couldn’t wear a bra because the dress had your entire back exposed, but it didn’t bother you much. It was the exact look you were going for. You put on black strappy heels and to add just an extra bit of fuck you to your look you put on Yoongi’s diamond crusted choker. You look yourself over once more, nodding at the way the dress hugs your curves. “This is it.” You say to Frenchie, who is lapping at her nether regions with no shame. You add a bit of lip gloss and hail a cab.

You arrive at the event space, heading inside quickly to avoid the camera’s snapping photos outside. You grab a glass of champagne from one of the waiters walking about and move about the party in search of a familiar face. Your heart begins slamming against its cage at the sight of Yoongi leaning against the windows, drinking you in. How long had he been there, you wondered, watching you? He looked amazing in all black with gold and silver designs glittering from his bomber jacket. You moaned to yourself, wishing you could walk over and latch onto his pout. You release a sigh and turn so your back side is facing him, looking over your shoulder briefly to see his sly smile. You bite your lip to keep from laughing out loud and walk off. “Y/N,” Your boss shouts greeting you with a smile, “My goodness, you are quite the sight tonight! Come we are all gathering in the back for a quick huddle.” “Sure.” You walk towards the back and light up at the sight of Rebecca in full on mermaid dress. She squeals when she sees you. “Oh my god! You look fabulous! I said be brave not shameful!” She laughs hugging you. “How are the kids? Is everything ok?” “Yes, thank goodness! How are you? I need to know everything. I saw Taehyung hanging about. What the hell is that about?” You roll your eyes. “Girl it is a long story to say the least. We need a weekend to fill in the blanks. I am just happy you're back. I missed you so much!” She hugs you again tightly. “And what about Hades over there?” She giggles. You look over to see Yoongi staring at you again. “I don't know,” You shrug, “It was good until it wasn’t. I am terrible at dating and picking guys it seems.” “Oh shush. It's not you, its them! It's too bad it didn’t work out with him. He looks like he eats pussy well.” Your eyes pop open and you both burst out laughing. “Be quiet! I'm sure he can hear you!” “Who cares?”

“Alright! Gather around everyone! I just want to take a moment to say how happy and proud I am that we were all able to come together and make this launch happen on such short notice! It truly speaks to the type of team we are and how well we all work together. Of all the gaming companies in all the world, I’ve got the best one! So, enjoy tonight, get drunk, get laid, just don’t let me hear about on Monday! Hear, Hear!” Your boss finishes his speech with a raise of his glass, and everyone hoots and hollers in response taking sips from their cups. You excuse yourself and tell Rebecca you are heading to the restroom, feeling a grab on the back of your arm. You turn to face Yoongi. “You look amazing.” “Thanks. You look good too.” He smiles and gives a nod before looking around. “Looking for someone?” You chime in, bringing his focus back to you. “No, you, always you. Tell me, did you dress like this for me or Taehyung?” He lifts his hand up to run his fingertips along the choker around your neck. “For myself.” You say with attitude, slapping his hand away. He nods. “So, you're over me then huh? Are you and Taehyung back together?” Your heart drops watching the sadness spread across his face. “You are truly an enigma Min Yoongi. You dumped me remember? What even is this? Guilt? Ego? I honestly can't do this with you. If you’ll excuse me, I have to go to the restroom.” You turn and walk off. You push the door for the restroom and feel someone shove you in. “What the hell?” You spin and are met by Yoongi’s desperate lips. You melt into him, moaning into the kiss. He pulls away, looking you over, “What if I could fix everything? What if I had a solution to all our problems? All I need is to know that you still have feelings for me, that things haven't changed between us. Tell me kitten, do you still want me?” “Yoongi, you hurt me. All those things you said, they were awful....” “Do you? Yes or no?” He demands, cutting you off. You stutter a bit, feeling his arms tighten around you in the safest hug you’ve ever felt. “Yoongi. Of course, I still have feelings for you. I don’t think I ever stopped.” A small smile spreads across his face. “I’m gonna fix it baby. I’ll make it right. I promise. I’m so sorry I hurt you. I can make it better.” He kisses you again and you swear you feel all his emotion in this one kiss. He pulls away and hurries out of the bathroom. “Wait! What do you mean?” You yell but he is already gone.

You do your business and exit the restroom in search of Yoongi. “Have you seen Yoongi?” You ask passersby, making your way through the party. You finally catch up to Rebecca “Have you seen Yoongi?” You ask her. “Yeah, for a minute,” she looks around, “He grabbed the boss and walked off. Not sure where though. Is everything ok?” “Yeah, just something he said to me about fixing things. I just wanted to know what he meant.” She hums in contemplation. “Well don’t just stand here girl get your man.” You blink at her for a moment until she snaps her fingers in front of your face, urging you to go. You hurry along and bump right into the boss who looks lost in thought. “Oh, Y/N, sorry. I wasn’t paying attention.” “That’s alright. Have you seen Yoongi?” “Unfortunately, I have, he just quit.” “What?” You shout. “Yes, and I am very unhappy. If you’ll excuse me. I have to go find Taehyung.” He walks off like a man on a mission. “Taehyung?” You whisper to yourself, quietly following behind your boss. He spots Taehyung in the crowd, grabbing him by the back of the arm and leading him into the kitchen area. You sneak in behind a waiter, crouching down behind a counter, to snoop in on your boss and Taehyung. “Is it true? Are you blackmailing Yoongi?” The boss growls.

Taehyung’s brow furrows as he searches your bosses face for a bluff. “I’m not sure of what he told you sir, but he’s been breaking company policy by having interoffice relations with…” “I don’t give a fuck what he’s doing, and you shouldn’t either!” Your boss shouts, a gasp escaping your lips. “Do you have any idea what blackmail can do to a company like ours? You think people give a fuck about two consenting adults fucking after hours? Have you lost your mind? Your concern should be my daughter who has been staying with me and my wife for over a month while you worry yourself with Y/N and Min Yoongi! Is it true she is your ex?” He questions now, pacing a bit. Your heart slams heavily in your chest. “Is it? Answer me goddammit!” He shouts causing Taehyungs jaw to clench. “Yes.” Your boss growls into the space, his voice echoing back. “So, lets add conflict of interest to the list of shit you’ve dropped in my lap. You’re fired do you hear me. Your only concern from here on out is my daughter and the child she carries. If I ever hear about you or Y/N or Min Yoongi I swear to god, I’ll end you. Now delete any content you have pertaining to the two of them and put this thing to bed. Do you understand me?” “I don’t love her anymore, your daughter, or maybe I never did.” Taehyung responds lifting his head high. Your boss nods, running his hand through his hair before grabbing Taehyung by the collar tightly, pulling him close to his face. “I don’t give a shit if you love her or not. You will marry my daughter and be a good and loyal husband. My grandchild will not be a bastard nor my daughter a harlot. You were in love enough to do the deed, now seal the deal you coward. I expect my daughter home by Monday. Am I understood?” Taehyung nods and your boss releases him, marching off.

“Did you enjoy the show Jagi?” Taehyung says, fixing his suit, looking over in the direction of where you are hiding. You pop up quickly and just stare at him. “You left your wife? And what did he mean content? Were you keeping things on me?” You feel your face flush at the thought of what he could have. “I told you we had a fight and she left. I also told you I loved you still. I thought I was over you but seeing you with him, well, it drove me mad. How could you let him touch you like that? Keep videos of what you two do together. Let him taint you like some whore.” “How dare you,” You say, moving towards him, “You are a horrible excuse for a man. I would rather be his whore than your dirty little secret.” You turn to leave but he grabs your arm, yanking you back. “Let me go.” You shout. “I won’t let him have you. You’re mine or no ones.” He warns, gripping your arm tightly. “Hey asshole!” Rebecca shouts, causing you and Taehyung to look up. She clocks him dead in the nose, breaking it. The blood immediately begins to stream down his face. He pinches his bridge trying to stop it. “You fucking bitch.” He shouts. “Touch my friend again and I’ll have my ex arrest you for assault and stalking. You can expect a restraining order from her lawyer bitch!” She spits at him, wrapping her arm around you and leading you out of the kitchen area. “Thanks for that,” You sniffle, “but I don’t think he is ever going to leave me alone.” “Don’t worry about him. He has a family and reputation to think about. I’ll call my ex and have him file a restraining order. We’ll take care of Kim Taefuckface! For now, go home, take some time off, you need to rest! I'll call you a cab.” You nod and lean your head on her shoulder while she waits with you.

You sit in the cab and allow the emotions of the night to hit you, tears streaming down your face. “You alright?” The cab driver asks. “Yeah, I’m fine thanks. Stress.” You reply, wiping your tears. You enter your building, greeting the doorman quickly as you pass to hop in the elevator. You sigh deeply thinking of how your life got so twisted. “Maybe I will take the week off.” You whisper to yourself staring at the ascending numbers in the elevator. The doors open on your floor and you get off turning the corner on your floor to find Yoongi sitting on the floor outside your apartment. He looks so tiny sitting there, chewing his thumb, not noticing you until you clear your throat. He turns to face you thumb still on his lips. “How did you?” He springs to his feet, swallowing, wiping his hands on his thighs. “I quit.” “I heard, about everything. You kept the videos? Taehyung tried to blackmail you. How could you keep this from me?” He sighs. “It was the only way to keep Taehyung from hurting you. With me out of the way, out of the company, he didn’t have a leg to stand on. Little did I know that I’d be so fired up when I spoke with the boss that I would tell him everything. Turns out he was on my side, practically begged me to stay. I’m sorry I kept the videos, that was selfish of me. It was plain stupid.” “Videos aside Yoongi, why didn’t you just tell me what was going on? I could’ve helped you; we could’ve managed this together.” “Come on kitten, would you have really been able to handle it if Taehyung leaked our sex tapes to the office? It was better if you didn’t know. Maybe I didn’t handle it the right way, but I knew I would do anything to protect you.” “Even if it means not having a job anymore?” You snap. He shrugs. “I can get a job anywhere. You, you’re one of a kind. You make me feel rich kitten, not what lines my pocket.” Your face flushes and you stutter over your words. Yoongi chuckles, moving closer to you. “It's just you and me now baby,” He whispers in your ear, pulling you into his body, “Just say you’ll be mine.” “Are you asking me to be your girlfriend Min Yoongi? I thought you didn’t do girlfriends.” He smiles against your ear. “You make me better. I’d do anything for you.” He kisses your neck softly, rubbing his fingertips up and down your bare back. “Do you wanna come in?” You whisper. “Only if I can spend the night.” He whispers, kissing you hard. “Of course, my boyfriend can spend the night.” He growls, biting your shoulder before scooping you up by the ass and carrying you to your door. You giggle loudly, trying to cover your exposed ass with your hand. “Where are your keys kitten?” “In my purse.” You dangle your purse in front of him. He pouts, dropping you to your feet so you can unlock the door.

You both enter the apartment and Frenchie jumps onto the counter immediately. “Meow!” She wails. Yoongi smiles, walking towards her. “Careful, she’s testy.” You warn, dropping your bag and keys on the table. You turn to find Yoongi scratching Frenchie under her chin, soft purrs escaping from her chest. You chuckle at the sight. “She hates everyone. She never lets people touch her.” “Well, she has good taste, like her mother.” He tells you, leaning down now to plant tiny kisses on her nose. You full on laugh now, covering your mouth in shock. “If she bites your face off, I am not liable.” He laughs at your comment, whispering sweet nothings to Frenchie. “Do you want a drink? I have water, beer, or juice.” You offer. “I’m good.” You nod, grabbing a water for yourself and heading over to the couch to remove your heels. “Make yourself comfortable.” You say, unhooking the straps. He plants a heavy kiss on Frenchie’s head before turning to slide out of his jacket. He plops down next to you on the couch, tapping his lap for you to give him your foot. You oblige and he unhooks your shoes for you. “Thank you.” You smile at him, wiggling your toes. Frenchie jumps up on the couch beside him. “Looks like you got competition kitten.” He smiles towards you.

“Don’t worry she will tire of you eventually. Even I bore her at times, and I’m the one that feeds her.” He nods, rubbing your feet gently. “Maybe we should go to the other room.” He suggests. You laugh. “Why?” “I don’t want her to see all the naughty things I’m about to do to her mother.” His explains, standing up and reaching for your hand. “Oh, um.” You stutter. “Fuck it turns me on when you do that.” He almost growls, pulling you up from the couch. He plants a soft kiss on your lips, taking your ass in his large hands. He lifts you off your feet and begins walking you towards your bedroom, sure to never break your locked lips. You begin to wriggle free once in the bedroom, feeling him try to lower you onto the bed. “Something wrong kitten.” He whispers over your lips. “It's my turn to make you feel good.” He chuckles softly, lowering you to your feet. “Ok baby. What do you have in mind?” He gives you a sly grin, cocking his head to the side. You feel your face flush. Your belly tingling with your need, excitement overcoming you. He had usually denied you the chance to please him but now he stood before you, eyes lit up, waiting for you to make a move. You swallow hard, pushing him back towards the bed until he’s seated. You grab the thin straps of your dress and slowly bring them down, exposing your bare breast, your nipples standing at attention when the cold air hits them. Yoongi swallows hard watching your dress drop to the floor; You stand before him in nothing but your thong, tugging at your aching nipples. “You’re so sexy kitten, do you know that?” He praises, palming himself through his pants. You move toward him, capturing his lips with yours. He grips your ass tightly with one hand, kneading at the tender flesh of your breast with the other. He releases a deep moan at the feel of you dig your fingers into his hair and tug his head back. You trail kisses along his jaw and down his long neck, suckling on the smooth skin until small red marks form.

He sucks in a breath, bringing one of his large hands down onto your ass with a loud slap. You gasp at the sting that burns through your body, clenching around nothing. “Does my little kitten like that?” He asks breathlessly, rubbing the area softly. You nod quickly, licking your lips, watching desire spread across his face. “Tell me what you want baby. I want you so bad, my cock is so hard for you.” He pants, palming at his erection once again. You moan lustfully, dropping your hand to take over rubbing at his trapped member. He leans back on his arms, watching you tug at his belt, unzipping his pants. He smiles seductively, lifting his hips off the bed just enough for you to pull his pants and underwear down to free his cock. You gasp at the sight of his large member, taking a moment to drink it in. It’s the fattest, longest dick you’ve ever seen, curling up to rest above his belly button. The prominent veins bulging with every breath he takes, his fat swollen tip spilling pre-cum onto his belly. You bite your lip wondering if it’ll fit in your mouth let alone your cunt. “You don’t have to do anything baby. I know it can be intimidating and I don’t want to overwhelm you. We can just take care of you tonight.” He replies at the sight of your apprehension. “No, I want to. It’s just…. big.” He laughs at your comment, grabbing his cock tightly, pumping it up and down, in long languid strokes. Your mouth waters at the sight. You watch him carefully before moving your hands up to take his cock from him, taking over the painfully slow strokes. He moans softly, thrusting up into your closed fist, causing more and more of his lustful pre-cum to spill from his tip. He soon yanks off his button down with ease, pulling at your nipple to illicit a yelp from your lips.

You lower one of your hands, looking up at Yoongi for a sign that its ok. He nods, sucking in a breath as you cup his balls, kneading them in your palm. The sight of his swollen tip dripping down your hand has your pussy gushing. “Can I...” You lick your lips as you continue to caress his heavy sack. Yoongi watches you under hooded lids as you drop your head, capturing one of his balls in your mouth. “Oh, fuck!” He cries out. You feel your thong stick to your folds as you rub your thighs together, taking the other ball into your mouth and moaning around it. Yoongi pants desperately into the room, head back as you slurp and tongue at his scrotum. Completely turned on by Yoongi’s lustful display, you move up and begin to lap at the precum that has made its way down your fingers. Yoongi drops his head down to look at you, a small growl escaping as you take his entire head into your mouth, swirling your tongue around his engorged tip. He releases a relived sigh when you push up on your knees, taking more of him into your throat. “Fuck kitten. You don’t know how good this feels.” You hum around his cock, bobbing up and down, hollowing out your cheeks as you arrive back up to his tip. You slowly lower your head onto his thick length again, this time trying to swallow back more of him causing yourself to gag. “Yeah baby, just like that.” He encourages, gripping the sheets. You drop down lower almost reaching his pubic area, gagging freely on his cock, tears forming at your eyes. Yoongi’s eyes roll back, his pants filling the room. You soon come up for air, wiping at your swollen mouth quickly before swallowing him down again. You bob up and down again, not taking him as deep this time, instead using your hands to pump the area not in your mouth. You moan around him, feeling his hands grip your hair, curses quietly escaping his lips. “Fuck kitten, you should stop now or else I’m gonna cum down your tight little throat.” You lift your head off his cock, looking up at him, “Do it daddy, gag me with your cock, fuck my throat, cum for me please. Treat me like your sexy little slut.” You beg lustfully. “You don’t know what you're saying.” He pants. “I’m saying I want daddy to take control of me, all of me. I don’t want to be your little kitten tonight but your sexy. Little. Whore.” He curses under his breath, grabbing a fist full of your hair and guiding you back to his throbbing member.

You moan in approval, relaxing your jaw. He groans deeply, gripping your hair tighter as he works you up and down his length. He begins to hitch his hips upward, your uncontrollable drool aiding the tip of his cock past your uvula and into your throat with ease. You grip his thighs tightly gagging freely on his cock, drool dripping down his balls. “Such a good cock sleeve for daddy.” He praises, fucking into your mouth faster. He grips your hair super tight now, to keep your head from moving as he lunges his cock in and out of your mouth, fucking your face with ease. “Oh kitten, oh fuck, such a good girl for daddy. Uh, fuck baby, I’m cumming. I'm cumming.” Your eyes widen as his warm seed shoots down your throat, filling your mouth to the brim. You gag a bit, attempting to swallow back his load, feeling a bit of it seep past your lips. He growls quietly, thrusting through his high. He soon pulls you off his still rock-hard cock and into a sloppy kiss. “That was so fucking hot baby. Let me repay the favor.” “No, I’m so wet. I need you inside of me.” You stand now, peeling off your thong, reaching out for Yoongi’s body to mount him. He digs in his pocket and pulls out a condom. You whine watching him stick the wrapper in his mouth to tear it open, his reddened cock rubbing at your hovering folds. He rolls the condom down his member slowly and you know now he’s teasing you. “Please, hurry up.” You mewl. He smirks when he’s done and you grunt loudly, grabbing his cock tightly and spreading your legs wide, lowering yourself onto his cock. “Such a greedy cock whore.” Your mouths drop open as his tip pushes into your entrance.

You suck in a breath, feeling the sting of his shaft stretch your cunt. “Ah, fuck,” You whimper, biting your lip trying to push down further onto his thick length, “I can’t, it won’t fit. You’re too big.” He chuckles softly, kneading the flesh of your breast. He kisses the juncture between your neck and shoulder gently, moving up to your ear. “Lie back baby. Daddy’s got you.” You pout dismounting him, lying back on the bed as you’re told. He lowers himself between your thighs, gliding his tongue along your slit before twirling it around your sensitive bud. You cry out at the feeling. He rolls his tongue ever so slowly along your clit, building your climax. You feel your coil twisting and begin to grind against his face. He smirks into your cunt, lowering himself down further to enter you with his tongue. You gasp, gripping his hair, to guide him. He thrust in and out of your entrance with ease as your slick soon trails down to the bed. Seemingly satisfied, Yoongi brings his lips back up to your clit, rolling his tongue once again. You widen your legs, moaning loudly into the room, yanking on his dark messy locks. He brings up his hand and enters you with two fingers, spreading his fingers in a wide scissor motion to prep you for his cock. You gasp at the sensation, feeling your body tremble with your oncoming orgasm. “Daddy, please don't stop, please.” You cry out, focused on his meticulous scissor motion and slow roll of the tongue. “God, Yoongi, feels so fucking good.” Yoongi curls his fingers up, rubbing at the soft flesh deep inside you, your eyes roll back as your back arches, your orgasm washing over you in hot waves. Yoongi groans, still lapping at your core until your body plops down onto the bed, dropping down from your high. He raises his head, your slick glistening on his lips and nose. He crawls up your body, hovering above you, eyes blown with lust. “Clean your mess off my face whore.” He demands. “Yes daddy.” You reply meekly, picking your head up off the mattress to lick your cum from his lips. You moan lustfully with each lap, swallowing down your sweet nectar.

“That’s enough.” He growls, catching your lips in a hard kiss. You melt back into the mattress, spreading your legs wide enough for Yoongi to watch himself rub his tip through your folds, your body trembling uncontrollably. “Just relax baby. Deep breath.” You nod at his comforting tone. He takes you by the hips, lining up his cock with your entrance. You nod at him, feeling your pussy drench itself in anticipation of his large member. Your mouth falls open as his tip breaches your cunt, this time with ease. He continues to roll his hips forward, gliding in with the help of your slickness and stretching you to the brim. He hisses at the feel of your walls clamp around him, massaging and clenching with every thrust. “You’re so tight baby, so fucking amazing. You feel so good around my cock. Take me so well. You’re made for me.” He groans in your ear, the sound of both of your moans filling the room. You grip tightly on his ass, pulling him deeper inside of you, wondering why you were ever nervous in the first place. This was perfect, he was perfect. He smiles seductively, looking down at you, wrapping his large hands around yours, “And you thought I wasn’t gonna fit?” You giggle at his comment, leaning up to kiss him gently. “Fuck me,” You pant, “please, like those other girls. I want to be everything you want and more.” He shakes his head, “You’re more than I could ever want. I don’t deserve you, I’m just happy you chose me.” “Don’t go easy on me because you think I can’t handle it. I want you, all of you.” “Oh, I know kitten, I’m quite enjoying you fucking yourself on my cock.” You look down, realizing Yoongi had stopped moving, that you were the one keeping the pace. “Oh kitten, don’t stop, it feels good when you milk my cock.” You moan lustfully, rolling your hips again. Yoongi watches the show more intently this time, adjusting his hips so your clit is gliding along his shaft. “Fuck me daddy. Fuck me hard. Make me scream.” Yoongi moans from deep within his chest. “Oh baby, you really don’t know what you’re asking.” “Don’t treat me like some porcelain doll. I may, as you say, dress like one but I’m no nun. Now fuck me! Show me what this fat cock can do.” You shout, dropping your hand down between your bodies to tug on his full balls. “Shit kitten, you have no idea what you’re in for.” “All talk and no action.” You tease, licking up his face. He scoffs briefly, pulling out of you and flipping you over in one fell swoop, knocking the wind out of you. He uses his knees to part your legs, pulling your hips so your ass is high in the air. He drops his large open hand down on the thick flesh of your bottom, the sting burning through your body. You cry out as he comes down two more times. “Yoongi.” You pant. He grabs a handful of your hair, tugging your head back to whisper in your ear. “No no whore. Its daddy from here on out. Call me by my name again and I’ll paint this gorgeous ass red, understand?” You nod frantically, feeling your core heat, you juices flowing freely. “Good girl. No warning this time baby.” He whispers into your ear, taking both of your arms behind your back before slamming his cock into your soaked cunt. You scream out into your bedroom. Yoongi holds wrist together in one hand, gripping your hip in the other, fucking into your pussy like a madman. Your body shivers beneath him, your cunt clenching, juices leaking and coating his cock, aiding him further into you. “Oh, god! Yes. Fuck me daddy, fuck me so good.” Yoongi groans, slamming into you harder, his breathing becoming labored. He pulls out if you with a growl, pushing you down onto your left side. “Hold your leg up.” He pants, pushing your right leg up into your chest. Yoongi slaps your full ass before pushing the flesh of your right cheek up to expose your battered cunt to him. He effortlessly enters you, gripping and caressing at your plump glute while rotating his hips upwards, fucking into your pussy gently. He drops his head back, cursing quietly to himself. You watch him carefully, drinking in his lean body, how his hair sticks to his sweaty forehead. You moan at the sight of him bite his lip when you clench down on his cock. He’s never been hotter than in this moment.

“I want to ride you.” You whimper, breaking his focus, he tilts his head down to look at you. His dark eyes flooded with lust. “Beg me.” “What?” “Beg daddy to let you ride his cock.” You smile slightly, gripping your own ass cheek now to spread yourself further apart for him. “Please daddy, please, may I ride your cock?” He bites his lip, still fucking into you. “Please daddy, I want to make you cum. Cum in my pussy.” You mewl. He hums, leaning forward to take your mouth in a sloppy kiss before pulling out of you. You move over so he can lie back on the bed. You mount him, hovering over his erection. “Can we take this off?” Yoongi eyes you suspiciously, watching you tug at the base of the condom. “I want to feel all of you. I want you to have all of me, like no one ever has. Not even Taehyung. I want you to coat my walls full of your desire for me.” Yoongi pants hard, his cheeks flushed. He swallows hard, “I’ve never done that before. It isn’t something I do.” He replies. “I understand.” You grasp him at the root and begin to lower yourself onto him slowly. “Wait,” He stops you, “It’s me and you baby. I trust you.” He drops his hand between you both and removes the latex from his member. You descend again, dropping your head back at the newfound closeness. He digs his fingers into your hips, mouth agape as you descend to the root. You start with a slow steady pace, savoring every ridge of Yoongi’s glorious cock, that is, until Yoongi leans forward, wrapping his arm around your waist, thrusting upwards, fucking into you with a rapid pace. He whimpers a bit, biting his lip to hold back any further cries from falling from his lips. He rests his forehead against your collar bone, thrusting up harder and faster, his breath hitching in his throat. You moan out loud, a cry escaping, when his tip hits your cervix, jumping up a bit. Yoongi pulls you back down to meet his thrust, not wanting to separate from you in this moment. You feel your body ignite and your pussy clench hard around him. “Fuck baby, do that again, feels so fucking good. You feel so amazing. Fucking heaven. I can feel your fucking walls trembling. Cum on my cock baby.” “My god.” You wail, your eyes rolling as you feel a great warmth start at the top of your head and burn down to your toes. Your whole-body tingles and you lean forward, pushing Yoongi onto his back, resting your hands on his chest, lifting your hips ravenously to continue to chase this high. The sounds of your ass slapping against Yoongi's thighs fill your ears right before your animal like groan. “Fuck kitten, don’t stop, I’m cumming. God, I’m fucking cumming.” Your breath quickens and you grip Yoongi's chest harder, riding him faster. He cries out unabashedly, gripping your ass to aid your body up and down his length. Your climax slowly pours over your whole body at the feeling of Yoongi’s cock twitching inside you, his release warming your walls, filling you to the brim. Tears form in your eyes at the euphoric feeling that washes over you. Yoongi sits up slowly and plants kisses over the tears that fall. “I love you Yoongi,” You cry into the nape of his neck, “I know its too soon but I know what love feels like and this is it.” He wraps your legs around his waist, pulling you closer to him. “I love you too Y/N. Its never too soon or too late. What’s meant to be will be. I knew the moment I was ready to give up everything for you.” You pull away from him to look in his eyes. “Really?” He nods, kissing you softly. “What now? I got you fired.” You look away, wiping your tears. “I quit baby. I did NOT get fired. Now we move forward. You and me, everything else is just background noise. I've never been happier.” You wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him deeply.

The following morning, you wake to an empty room. You look around wondering if it was all a dream. Fortunately for you, the deep throb between your legs tells you it wasn't. Not to mention the smell of bacon in the air. You get up and wrap your robe around your body, walking out to the kitchen. You smile to see Yoongi on the phone cooking while Frenchie sits counter top watching him. “Yes sir. Thank you sir. Of course, I completely understand. Not a problem. OK. Take care, see you Monday.” Your brow furrows watching Yoongi toss his phone on the counter. “Good morning kitten.” “Good morning. Did I just hear you say, ‘See you Monday?’” He nods, putting a piece of bacon in his mouth. “The boss called, told me my offer still stands, apologized for all the nonsense. Head of graphics. Has a nice ring to it huh?” You squeal, running into his arms and kissing him firmly. “That's amazing. I thought I was going to have to support your ass.” He laughs out loud, kissing you again. “One condition, you and I cant work on projects together anymore.” You shrug at the news. “As long as I have you in my bed at night, I don't care about any office intermingling.” His brows shoot up and he turns the stove off, sliding his hands up your thighs. “Yoongi, I have to feed Frenchie.” He kisses into the crook of your neck. “Daddy took care of that already. Daddy is going to take care of everything from now on,” You giggle now as Yoongi lifts you off your feet, walking you to the bedroom, “that means we skip to the part where we get to intermingle.”

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cartasmojadas · 3 years

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Another scene from the childhood friends dirkjohn AU I’ve been messing around with. Takes place after this and before this.

John pierces Dirk’s ears.

John is already in his pajamas when he hears the rhythmic tapping on his window. He lets out a short yelp before remembering that Dirk had already told him he was on his way.

“Aren’t you grounded?” John pushes the window open and yawns.

Dirk shushes him and uses John’s shoulders as leverage as he goes through the familiar motions of crawling through the second-story window into John’s bedroom.

“I am grounded, Egbert, so keep it down unless you want to rat me out.”

John rolls his eyes but braces himself for Dirk’s weight as he finally finds his footing. Dirk lands gracefully and quietly.

His Dad and sister are already asleep, he thinks but even if they weren’t, Dirk always moves so quietly John doesn’t think they would even be able to notice.

“You still down to help?” Dirk asks as he closes the window behind him before making himself comfortable on John’s bed.

John turns on the classical music station the old radio is stuck on and hopes that it adds a quiet buffer to their voices.

“Help with what? You should be helping me with my geometry homework. I think I might actually fail next week’s test.”

Dirk waves him off, “I’ll help with that later, or better yet, you should come to tutoring with the guys from the engineering club.” He digs through his backpack.

An uncomfortable tightness spreads over John’s chest. A feeling he’s becoming a little more familiar with.

John frowns and joins Dirk on the bed, their sides pressed against each other until Dirk freezes for a moment and scoots away, and ends up dangerously close to the edge of the bed.

“Why can’t we just do one-on-one?”

Dirk stops rummaging for his supplies and looks at John through the reflection on the dressing mirror hanging on the wall. Dirk watches John’s expression sour as he stares at his empty hands like he sees something Dirk can’t.

They look like an unlikely pair, with John dressed in mismatched socks, an oversized t-shirt, and his hair already sticking up in all sorts of directions like he was already sleeping; while Dirk looks like he is ready to head out to a rave with his meticulous hair and carefully planned black outfit.

“Do you not like the guys from the club?” Dirk asks. It’s a question he’s been meaning to ask for a while. As much as Dirk craves spending time alone with John, he’s doing his best to avoid the awkwardness that has seeped into their relationship. But he worries that their interests are just a little too different.

They just don’t seem to click the same way ever since Dirk came out.

John’s frown deepens, “No, they’re fine,” he swallows. He’s not sure how to tell Dirk that the reason he doesn’t like hanging out with the engineering club because he feels left out whenever he’s with them. John loves to see his friend in his element, it means that Dirk shines brighter, drawing everyone in. But John always gets stuck watching on the sidelines as Dirk’s friends monopolize his attention. And it makes John, by his own private admission, irrationally jealous.

He doesn’t like the way that makes him feel.

“Then why not? I think there are a few dudes who are better at explaining math, compared to me.” Dirk hands John a small pink plastic tray with a cheery depiction of a happy sun and clouds.

“I just can’t focus the same way,” John says with enough definitiveness that Dirk simply nods.

“For sure, okay.” He drops a couple of sandwich bags on the tray. When they make a dull clacking sound John stares down at the contents.

Dirk smirks, “You ready to pierce my ears?”

John’s jaw and stomach drop in tandem. “What?” He squawks. “Are you nuts?”

“C’mon, Egbert,” Dirk doesn’t beg but his voice is dripping with nervous adrenaline in a way John hasn’t heard in a while.

It’s contagious.

“I can’t ask anyone else. I wouldn’t trust Rose or Roxy to not fuck up my earlobes.”

And that eases the tension in John’s chest.

“Why can’t you go to a parlor or something? Tell Roxy to take you to Claire's.” John is already moving to face Dirk, inspecting his earlobes from afar.

More of the tension dissipates when a single choked laugh escapes Dirk.

“They require parental consent and we both know my dad would never agree.”

“He’s gonna kill you when he sees your ears tomorrow. And if he finds out I helped he will never let me see you again,” John sighs knowing full well that wouldn’t stop him from seeing Dirk. He begins inspecting Dirk’s tools.

“He won’t find out,” Dirk’s voice drops to a low whisper, “It’ll just be a secret between us bros. Right?”

Dirk means to sound teasing, recalling the way they used to share secrets and promises as kids, but instead, he flinches when he catches John looking away, his ears bright red. The sight triggers the plume of something hot that rises from his gut whenever he’s reminded of how bad he’s crushing on John and how much it probably inconveniences his friend.

John is not embarrassed.

Or he is but not for the reasons Dirk suspects.

There’s something in Dirk’s tone that forces some of John’s suppressed dream memories to resurface and John knows he needs to collect himself before he tries to make eye contact again.

“So,” Dirk clears his throat, “Go wash your hands? I’ll look up some youtube videos?” he says quietly.

Grateful for the excuse, John jumps out of the bed wordlessly and scrambles out the door.

John returns a few minutes later with clean hands and a wet face.

Dirk smirks, “I said wash your hands not take a shower.”

John shrugs, “Hey, you have a ten-step face routine, I wash my face with soap and call it good.”

John sticks his tongue out when Dirk grimaces, “We will fix that later,” Dirk mutters and pats the empty spot on the bed.

Carefully, John climbs back in the bed and takes in the faintest scent of menthol and nicotine that comes off Dirk when he leans closer to show him the video on his phone. It’s probably the reason why he’s grounded in the first place. A small act of rebellion toward his strict parents.

Both boys shift uncomfortably and do their best to focus on the instructions on the video and not on each other’s proximity.

They have to watch the video multiple times and after the sixth time, John tells Dirk he thinks he’s ready.

He puts on the latex gloves Dirk brought with him and preps the tools on the plastic tray that Dirk holds over his lap. He’s shaking as he straddles (hovering, neither could handle it if John just took a seat on Dirk’s thigh) and starts massaging Dirk’s earlobe the way the woman on the video instructed.

Dirk’s breathing is staggered and John wonders if Dirk is more nervous than he originally let on.

“I-Icepack?” Dirk chokes out.

“R-right,” John breathes out and reaches for it. He holds it to Dirk’s ear and quietly counts to 30 and then reaches for the safety pin.

Dirk’s head is spinning unable to focus on a single thing and instead finds himself on sensory overload. John’s the closest he’s ever been to Dirk since they used to wrestle in elementary school, and Dirk desperately pleads to whatever benevolent power might have mercy on his hormonal teenage ass that they keep his body in check.

He’s also acutely aware that the icepack wasn’t very cold and that piercing his ear is probably going to hurt a lot.

“Okay, ready?” John’s voice shakes.

“Just do it, man, do it. Fucking stab me. Pop my goddamn ear cherry. Do it, dude.” Dirk’s voice also shakes.

John takes a sharp breath in and pushes.

Dirk hisses and curses. He reaches for a fist full of John’s shirt. It might have made John self-conscious of their position if he wasn’t also shivering with adrenaline.

He follows the next steps of the video and makes a move to get off Dirk.

“Wait, what about the other one?”

John groans, “Bro, no. I can’t. My legs are freakin’ jelly. That was terrifying!”

Dirk tightens his grip on the shirt, “John, you can’t leave me with one pierced ear.”

John chews on his lip. “Fine,” He groans again, “But don’t you ever forget I’m your best friend.”

He doesn’t mean for it to sound so bitter but the words roll out of John’s mouth with enough edge to make Dirk look at him with a puzzled expression.

John a lot less gentle and Dirk, knowing what’s coming, can’t hold back a garbled sob.

Glad that the worst is finally done, John gently wipes away a runaway tear from Dirk’s face and softly shushes him.

“And now we wait,” He carefully moves off Dirk.

Dirk nods and balls his to keep from reaching up to touch his pulsing ears.

There’s the loud artificial sound of a phone shutter.

“Sorry,” John mumbles. “I wanted a picture to commemorate the occasion,” he says with a sheepish smile.

What Dirk means to sound like an annoyed huff comes out as a stumbling suspire.

“C’mere, let’s take a selfie.”

John beams, his nerves finally calming and a deep sense of peace washing over him. The bed is loud as he crawls back over and lets Dirk put an arm over his shoulders to pull him in carefully.

Dirk takes the picture and frowns down at the exhausted faces on screen.

They take another one once Dirk has the studs in.

That one becomes John’s home screen.

#DirkJohn #Childhood friends #my writing #I've been thinking about this trope for a while and then ectobaby posted about it and i took it as a sign from the universe lmao #it was going to be ear piercing or shot gunning #I'm straight up not writing anything in order and this probably full of typos because #~*~I can't sleep~*~#One day i won't be physically and emotionally exhausted #and i'll do all the things again

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starkatana · 3 years

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So Close

Pokemon Piers x Female Reader (OC)

Summary:

You and Piers confess your feelings for each other but you’re only in the Galar Region for a limited amount of time. What do you two decide to do with your newly professed feelings?

Notes before reading:

Originally from Unova, in Galar for research.

You’re working with Sonia researching dynamaxing pokemon.

You’re full-time job is working at the pokemon nursery, you rehabilitate injured pokemon and you take care of abandon pokemon.

You have a Levanny as your pokemon partner.

AN: I’m back! I’ve been sitting on this forever thinking “why do i always have an OC when writing for different characters, i don’t know” I’m going to post it anyway! Hope you enjoy!

You are at a party in Hammerlocke hosted by Raihan in honor of the new champion because it’s long overdue after the Rose incident and the twins' fiasco. A party was what everyone needed to celebrate and unwind. You’re Sonia's plus one, and once you had a moment by yourself Raihan came over, drink in hand, smug look on his face, “Hey, y/n are you single?” he’s straight to the point, “Asking for a friend.”

Your face immediately gets warm. Your eyes quickly shift over at Piers before looking back at Raihan. As quick of a glance you thought it was to Piers, Raihan noticed, and his smug grin only got bigger. “Piers?” he asks.

“Is that the friend?” you respond.

He simply shrugs in response giving you a playful smile.

You give him an eye-roll and followed by a light shove. Your cheeks are pink with embarrassment and you’re only a tiny bit upset that Raihan was able to read you so easily.

He lets out a laugh, “Don’t be embarrassed.” He reassured, “So you know. He stares at you every time you look away.”

“Why are you telling me this?” As cute as you think Piers is, the thought that he could like you back never crossed your mind. “I don’t think he likes me much at all.”

You’ve been in town for about two weeks now, and every time you are around, he never seemed to be interested in you. He would only talk to you if someone else was already talking to you. When you two got into a conversation, you thought he was just being friendly. There was that time where he invited you to Spikemuth, but he invited everyone, and when you said thanks, he ran off without another word.

Raihan lets out a small laugh, followed by a slight headshake, “I’ve known Piers a long time. As fearless as he is on stage, offstage, he’s shy. Keeps to himself, and never draws any more attention to himself than he needs to.”

For some reason you didn’t believe that, but decided not to push the topic. “Again. Why are you telling me this?”

“because” Raihan sighs, “I’ll say it outright. Piers likes you, and I’m letting you know that he’s not going to make a move. You’ll have to do that.”

You turn to face Raihan, who mirrors you and smiles at you, “He’s a good guy, but he’ll always put everyone’s feelings before his own. He’s focused on getting Marnie set up to take over the Spikemuth gym. So, he’s just going to stare at you from afar and use Marnie as an excuse to come over and talk to you because my poor punk baby is never going to do it himself.”

“Please ask my brother out, y/n.”

You turn around, and Marnie steps up next to you two. “We have to make this conversation fast.” She says, “It’ll only be a matter of time before Piers comes up to join our conversation.” You look over at Piers, who makes eye contact with you, and you look away again, heart beating fast and blush washing over your face.

“I don’t know what you guys are talking about. He doesn’t like me.” You try to lie to yourself. You are only going to be here for three months you live in a different region, even if things went well and things worked out, how long would it last with the long-distance?

Marnie and Raihan roll their eyes sharing a glance.

“Everyone can tell that you two have a thing for each other.” Marnie gestured at you.

“Everyone except you two.” Raihan continued.

You don’t know what to say. All this information was coming so fast.

“And then I whipped out a peace sign saying I would win the next one.” Raihan let out a hearty laugh.

“What’s going on, you guys?” Piers asked as he walked up to your group. “Hey, y/n.”

“Hey, Piers.” You quickly sink into your drink, at the same time trying to shrink into the background to disappear. Now that you knew that he liked you back, you didn’t know how to act around him. Not that you knew before, but definitely not now.

“Raihan was just telling us how he lost to Leon. Again,” Marnie said.

How were these two so good at lying?

“Now, my goal is to defeat Leon AND Gloria.”

“Good luck with that.” Gloria laughed, joining their group as well with Hop and Bede close behind. “These two nincompoops want to duke it out in the stadium, can they Raihan?”

“Oh, hell yeah.” Raihan cheered, “I’ll ref! But first!” he takes his Rotom phone out, “Selfie!” and he brings the group together to snap a picture. It felt purposeful where Marnie took a step forward, giving peace symbols as Hop and Gloria get close to you, pushing you into Piers. You and Piers lock eyes, you feel your face turn bright red while you give him a sheepish smile. He smiles at you in return. When the camera snaps, neither of you were looking at the camera.

“This one’s a keeper!” Raihan said looking at the photo, “Let’s go to the stadium!” Raihan announced to the room. The kids run off with Raihan as they run past you and Piers. Piers instinctively pulls you close as the VIP room empties, leaving you in a daze as to what just happened. You two are some of the few remaining people in the room. You look up at him, and the two of you share a moment where his arms are around you protectively.

“Thanks, Piers.”

“No problem.” He hesitantly lets go of you and pulls at the ring on his choker, “Raihan always manages to get people pumped up for Dynamax battles.”

“It's fascinating.” You say, looking through the window over at the stadium, “I’m just curious what the lasting effects on dynamaxing pokemon are.”

“Is that what you’re working on with Sonia?”

“A little.” You look over at him and catch him looking away from you when Raihan’s words go through your head: He likes you.

“Do you want to watch?” he asked.

You shake your head no, “I’m good after that Swordbert and Shieldbert thing, I’m good without dynamax pokemon for now.”

He nods, “Alright then.”

You suck in a quick breath, you take a shot, “Do you want to get out of here?”

“Sure.” He agrees without any hesitation.

Crap. You didn’t think you’d get this far this fast. “Let’s go to the daycare and see some baby pokemon.”

He gives you a soft smile, “Sounds like fun.”

He orders a Corviknight, and it takes you two to route 5. Not only were you working with Sonia on the lasting effects on Dynamaxing pokemon, but you also helped out at the daycare. Your fulltime job is daycare caretaker, you help rehabilitate pokemon and care for the ones abandon by their owners. You two go inside the daycare and see your Levanny sitting outside the door of the nursery spitting silk as if she was knitting.

“How are things?” you ask her.

She lets out a soft coo and points to the door, telling you to be quiet. Then she starts pointing at you two and nods.

“Okay.” You blush, “C’mon Piers.” And you lead him out of the daycare.

“She takes her job very seriously.” Piers joked.

You laugh, “Yeah, she’s great at it.” You breathe relieved. Even your pokemon seem to think you two would be good together. “Sorry, we can’t see any baby pokemon right now. They’re all sleeping.”

“It’s alright.” He was so go with the flow, it was nice change of pace from your crazy structured day-to-day life and his presence is just so calming, “It’s a beautiful night,” he gestures down the bridge towards Hulbury, “care to join me?”

“Of course.”

The two of you silently walk down the cobblestone together taking in the view and the fresh air. The night was perfect. The sky was clear, the stars shined bright next to the moon in the sky, there's was enough moon in the sky to illuminate your walk, but not enough to drown out the beauty of the night. It was a picture-perfect evening. Other couples were walking around and standing on the bridge.

“This is romantic.”

You blush at his voice and the thought. “Yeah.” You let out a weak chuckle, “I walk this every day, and I never realized.”

“It’s… beautiful.” He stammered. You looked at him, he was pulling on his ring again.

You gently touched his upper arm, “I think so too.” He lets out a light sigh followed by a smile.

You two stop in the center of the bridge, overlooking the wild area with a gorgeous view of the Hammerlocke gate, “This is my favorite view.” You say leaning against the railing as he takes his place next to you.

“It’s beautiful.” There’s a noticeable pause between the two of you as you looked over the wild area. “Just like you.”

You stop and look over at him. He lets out a low cough, obviously looking away from you trying to avoid eye contact. A lightbulb went off in your head, he was trying to do that earlier too. He’s so precious.

“Piers,” you pause, I like you.

“What's up?” his voice sounded hopeful.

“Nothing, it's dumb.” You shake your head, giving yourself an eye roll. While he turns to look at you, you turn away looking in the opposite direction.

“I’m sure it’s not.”

You face him, and for the first time, you two make eye contact without the other turning away instantly. Everything about him takes your breath away. You feel your face get warm again. He’s so cute, especially in the moonlight. His bright blue eyes were so easy to get lost in. It wasn’t obvious, but he has such a welcoming and friendly energy that once you got past an exhausted looking Piers, that did scare some people, he is honestly the nicest person anyone would be lucky to be around.

“What?” he asked, his face grows concerned. You look ahead of you again, taking a deep breath trying to find your composure.

“Okay.” You wipe your hands on your shorts. “I’m going to take a shot here because of,” you rotate your hands around each other avoiding his eyes, “ideas.”

“Yeah?” you could hear his confusion.

“Has anyone told you anything.” you wonder aloud, looking back at him.

“I mean.” He looks away this time but back at you before continuing. “I think you’re cool, but I know you’re only here for what two more months?”

“Yeah.” You sigh. That was a big factor in why you didn’t want to get involved with anyone here. You were only in Galar for three months, you had two and a half left. There was no need to get into a relationship with each other or even bother about letting him know how you feel. As much as everyone wanted to, there was no point. Why make your small group of friends here awkward?

“I’ll just come out and say it.” You look over at Piers. “I have a crush on you.”

“What?” you say instinctively. Raihan said he wouldn’t make a move, but apparently, he didn’t know Piers as well as he thought he did. You heard what Piers said your brain just needed a second to comprehend and register what he said.

“I’m sorry.” He apologized, pulling at the ring on his choker, “I just felt like I would’ve exploded if I didn’t get it out right now.”

“No, it’s okay. I just….I like you too.” You respond, “I just don’t know.”

“Same.” He lets out a weak smile.

The silence is tense between you two.

“You leave in three months, and I just don’t want to make things awkward.” Piers said. “I really like hanging out with you and I don’t want that to change, but if….” His voice trailed off.

“Yeah! I totally get that.” You agreed, “We don’t want to force anything.”

“No. No. Definitely not.”

“So, we could just take this as it goes.” You say.

He nods, “Yeah…”

“So, because you said it. I do like you too.” You reassure him.

He gives you a smile, “Thanks, I was getting nervous for a minute there.”

“Have you not been nervous this entire time?” you joke, “I’ve been freaking out.”

He laughs, “No, I’ve been a nervous wreck this entire time.”

You two share another laugh together as you have before. It felt natural and easy being with Piers. You deeply wished something would happen between you and Piers, but there was time to see where this would go.

“So, we’re just going to see where this goes?”

“I’m okay with that if you are.”

“I’d really like that.”

“Okay.” He smiles at you, “Want to come over for dinner on Thursday? I have this new song I want you to hear.”

“Yeah,” you agree, “Text me when you want me over.”

“Always.”

It was a good feeling to get that off your chest. You two lean against the railing looking back out at Hammerlocke gate in silence, but closer together. You lean your head on his arm and take in the moment you have together. Piers settling into being your pillow.

“Thank you.” You say, “I’m glad.”

“Me too.” He responds.

Thursday came. He was just finishing up a training session with Marnie, while you sat in the back watching the two battle. Immediately after Piers comes up to talk to you about what he was planning to make for dinner.

“I hope that sounds okay.”

“Sounds awesome. I can’t wait.”

“I really hope you like the song too. I wrote it with you in mind.”

“Piers.” you hold your hand over your heart, when Marnie walks over and starts stabbing the air between you two.You two stop what you were talking about and stare at her.

"What are you doing?" he asks her.

"Trying to cut the romantic and or sexual tension between you two.” She continues furiously stabbing the air, “Crap, it’s not working!”

You and Piers blush furiously.

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theficplug · 4 years

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l Next Lifetime l Erik Killmonger l

previous chapters: l part 1 l

erik kilmonger x reader

warnings: none, but the usual 18+ for the eventual smut and a possible tw for grief but i promise it gets better and its a romcomsynopsis: reader grieves Erik until she doesn’t (i’m trying not give too much away). I really want to make it a series that i actually keep up with (sorry Girls Trip readers) because I have up to part 4 written. alright thats all i hope yall vibe with it.

l part 2 l

“Yeah I do, I think that like if we want. We can come back as someone else or like maybe when we love someone really strongly and we have like soul ties we can come back to them in another life. But that’s just me. We could just be hitting the cha cha slide next to Father J.C.” Iridia explains and Tika shakes her head while laughing at her.

“Personally, I don’t think so. I believe once our life Earthside is done we return to the cosmos to be a part of the stars that light up the night sky on our loved ones darkest nights. But why are we talking about this on your birthday? We are very much alive with much to celebrate miss thang. I’m ready to go!” Tika says to you as she grabs the car keys.

“So I met someone while I was at the store and he invited all of us to a party at the Roller Rink but I gotta let you know it’s like crazy how eerily similar he looks to Erik.” you say to them and they both give each other a look before looking back at you.

“OH! Don’t give me that look! I know y’all probably think I’m losing it, but you know what they say everybody got a doppelganger somewhere. Anyways, I know it’s not exactly on our itinerary but I wanna go if y’all are down?” you ask them and they give a worried look before nodding and agreeing.

“Hell yeah we’re in. I haven’t been to a skating rink since like 10th, maybe 11th grade? This should be fun to see if I got it or if I’m gonna buss my ass.” Tika says laughing.

The rest of the day was pretty easy breezy but you could not get over seeing him. Who’s possibly not him? In front of you. Happy and laughing and present.

You tried to shake off the thoughts and feelings during brunch with your girls and for the rest of the day enjoying the street festival and winning a giant stuffed giraffe. Between the 3 of you, you won enough stuffed animals to fill the entire backseat of your car and eventually left the festival with a caricature drawing of the 3 of you.

Before you knew it, it was 6:40 and you and your girls were back at the beach house getting ready for the party.

You searched around your suitcase for the outfits that Iridia had packed for you and settled on.

You gave yourself a once over in the mirror and fluffed your fro a little before re-applying your lip gloss.

“GIRL, YOU LOOK SO GOOD. What is going on? You tryna get chose?” Tika asks standing in the doorway as she smiles at you with her ipod in one hand and a freeze-able daiquiri pouch in the other.

You laugh as Tika glides around the room shaking her hips to the beat and doing a little roll as she saunters over to you to help you clasp your shirt in the back.

It’s safe to say that you haven’t been exactly up to your fashionably self for the past few months but Iri giving you options with the different pieces of clothing that she bought you had you feeling like yourself again.

“Damn, I’m good.” Iri says while giving you a twirl and takes selfies with you and Tika.

You purse your lips and give your best smize towards her phone as she snaps a photo of you and for a moment things feel like they used to.

“Just wanted to feel cute for once. I love this top and girl it got my titties SIT-TING.” you reply giggling and childishly nudging your girls before asking if they’re ready to go.

You put the address into the gps and you were off on your way.You tried turning up the radio to drown out how loud your thoughts were going and in a million different directions.

About 20 minutes later. You look out the window once arriving at the skating rink to see cars already filling the entire parking lot and you could see people laughing while holding onto each other as they skated their way inside.

The music is already blaring and you could definitely tell that “Daka”’s friend is a party planner. The venue had some sort of projector or something set up so that the entire room seemed like it changed “worlds” with each song. There were multiple food stations, and a live DJ playing everything from 90s R&B to New Orleans bounce music and everything in between.

You and your girls quickly grabbed a pair of skates and looked around for N’Jadaka and sure enough within a few minutes he was grooving his way over to you this time dressed in a slightly opened printed shirt and light washed jeans.

He skated around you with a big ass smile on his face. His golds were gleaming under the lights as it bounced off of the diamonds engrained in it. “YOU MADE IT! How y’all doing?” he asks your girls and they stand there gasping with their mouths wide open.

“I mean he could be his goddamn identical twin. You were not lying! The only thing he’s missing are the scars and his dreads. God damn.” Tika was the first to speak before Iri introduced herself.

“Hey, Happy Birthday, I’m Iri. This is Tika’s rude self and you already met our boo.” Iri says pulling him in for a quick hug.

“ I’m sorry, excuse us, you just look exactly like somebody we knew. Happy Birthday! It was his birthday too. It’s wild how people really do be having doppelgangers. Alright, so I’m gonna go try not to break my damn leg. Knowing I gotta go to work on Monday. Come on.” Tika says taking Iri by the hand and making her way onto the rink with her to give you and him some time alone.

You shift your weight trying to keep yourself steady as you sway to music , knowing that he’s eyeing you up and down.

“Man must’ve been a hell of a person. I’m glad you came though. I didn’t think Orleans was gonna do all of this.” he says laughing and you can’t control the butterflies feelings like they were fluttering around your stomach. That’s his laugh.

“He was. To me at least, he was. Of course, I mean I haven’t been to a roller rink in forever and I really needed some time to just know what it’s like to be carefree again.” you admit and he nods along listening to your words.

He decided to save his comment on “he was” for later. Hoping that there would be a later for the two of you and opted for taking your hand in his and leading you onto the rink .

“Well, in that case. Show me what you got and forget about everything else for a minute.” he offers and you accept his offer and shakily make your way onto the rink like bambi trying to walk for the first time.

“Okay, so I’ll admit. I don’t actually know how to skate. I don’t why I thought this was a good idea.” you manage to stand for all of 10 seconds before tripping over onto him and he turns towards the DJ talking into the mic and signals for him to slow the music down.

“I got you.” he says and “Always Be My Baby” starts to play softly in the background as the “world” changes to a starry night.

You look up at him for a moment and nod before leaning into him. As you rest your head on his shoulder he begins to skate you left to right gently swaying you to the beat of the song as his hand rests respectfully on the small of your back almost instinctively. It took everything in you not to start tearing up again.

This was your song . He always promised that you’d be a part of him no matter what happens in life. You were always going to be his baby.

All the couples were paired off and you looked around at Iri holding onto Tika and smiled knowing that they’ve never acknowledged their feelings for each other but it was clear as day to anyone else.

He swayed you and held you against him while his thumb stroked your back gently and you closed your eyes trying to soak up your time with him.

You don’t know how it happened or if this was one long drawn out delusion or what exactly was going on in the moment, but all you knew was that you were able to feel the warmth of your E in your arms again and his scent evading all of your senses.

In this moment he was smiling and content and at peace, not being shipped back to you with claw marks in his chest and bruises all over him. He was here with even slow breaths and enjoying himself.

You knew that he felt it too because as the song ended you opened your eyes to find him looking down at you with this look of confusion and adulation on his face.

You run your fingers over his cheek and clear your throat and recoil your hand back by your side.

“I think your friends are calling for you.” you say to him playfully as the men and one woman around your age skate over to him and around the two of you, asking you a bunch of questions at once.

E- N’Jadaka let’s go of you to turn to them and introduce them to you .

“This is Orleans big head ass, Khalil , Pen, Lina, and Big Mike.” he says and they say hey and ask you if you are from around the area and you talk back and forth.

The conversation between you and his little group was so easygoing. It didn’t feel forced or awkward as he stood beaming from you to them.

“I've been there once or twice. I really liked the Hottentot Saartjie/ Sarah Baartman piece about the dehumanization and caricaturization of black women, especially darker skin women, then and now. It was both interesting and heartbreaking. It’s the reason why I do what I do now. I create safe spaces for black girls and women of all ages. It’s my greatest accomplishment and something I’m most proud of.” you answer Mike’s question about the new black art exhibit downtown.

Mike looks at you and shakes his head in wonder and amusement.

“Daka, with all due respect bruh. I gotta ask her to marry me. Or you need to let me know what aisle that was you met her because I’mma swing by your parents' store tonight. I think we might be out of bread or something.” Big Mike says before complimenting you on your outfit and Lina joined in by asking if you’d like to check out a new record store with her on Tuesday.

Next thing you knew your girls skated next to you to see what was going on. Tika introduced herself to the group and Iridia followed through.

“Hey I heard something about a record store because I could use some new ones. I think our neighbors are tired of me playing Otis Redding every night for the last few weeks. Keep asking me if I had a breakup every time I see her. Bless her nosey heart , Mrs. Pepper.” Iridia says talking animatedly and as gesticulatively as she always does and his small group of friends as everyone does seems completely enamored by her.

“Of course, yeah, why don’t you come too? And Mrs. Pepper just doesn't know good music but I may be biased because Cigarettes and Coffee is my favourite song. Hold that thought. My mouth is dry as hell from all that skating around, be right back-” Lina says before skating away for refreshments and the rest of the group talks amongst each other.

Other friends of N’Jadaka come up at random times to hug him, get photos, or say happy birthday.

“You want some?” Lina asks Erik as she returns to the group with a cupcake in her hand as she peeled the wrapper off and offered Erik a piece of the chocolate dessert. She reached out her hand towards his mouth and you looked from her to him and then at the cupcake which looked like it had walnuts in it. You push the piece away from his mouth and she looks at you puzzled.

“What’s up with you?” he asks looking confused

“Chocolate walnut cupcake.” you say simply not realizing that you were supposed to have just met him this morning .

“I- I mean just a lucky guess you know most people have nut allergies and shit.” you try to cover your tracks and he let out a sigh before laughing and nodding.

“You right too. Damn I was gon be out here looking like Will Smith when he ate that shellfish in Hitch for the rest of the function. I’m allergic to nuts. Good looking out ma.” he says and you nod at him before telling him to go skate with his friends you’d meet up later.

As you part ways your friends have about 3000 questions each. Iri believing that that definitely has to be Erik and Tika believing that you both had lost your natural born ass minds.

You all settle on how wild it is that he looked like Erik and left it there. You enjoyed the rest of your night swag surfing with a room full of new friends and your old forever friends and just fully enjoying your birthday.

“WE LIKE TO PAARTTAAYYY. AYYYYEEE AYYYYYEEE.” you sung out loud at the top of your lungs with everyone else and Beyonce.

Somehow you end up twerking on Lina and having a good laugh as the drinks flow through your system.

You glance over at N’Jadaka being circled by some of his guests and he breaks the circle to grab your hand and lead you to the middle of it with him.

“MY BIRTHDAY TWIN!” he shouts over the music to his guests and you shake your head telling him that he doesn’t really have to share his spotlight with you.

“Ain’t no problem.” he responds and you watch as everybody starts to skate a circle around you and Erik and y’all both laugh and pose for pictures while people sing Happy Birthday the Stevie Wonder version.

His friends and yours all took turns to skate up to pin money on you both.

You cheer and clap along to the music as you sing Happy Birthday to him and he sings it back to you.

Before you know it you're both smiling at each other and getting swept up into a soft gentle kiss that feels like electricity is pulsing between the two of you.

As you close your eyes you can get a glimpse of kissing him before he left for Wakanda. The way he pressed his forehead against yours , the way your hands rested against his beating heart, and the way that his soft plumps felt against yours.

You knew that he felt it too because when you broke the kiss with a tug of his bottom lip he was staring down at you once again with a puzzled expression.

“I’m sorry if I overstepped. I just-” you explain before exiting the circle and making your way out of the skating rink.

You quickly take off the shows and put your regular shoes back on as you stand outside for a moment to get some fresh air and gather yourself.

"Why is this happening? How is this happening? People don't just get to come back. This is insane. This is insane."

It didn’t take long at all before Erik was smoothly grooving his way out of the door not once spilling his drink.

“You know ma, I’mma lot of things. But I know for sure stupid ain’t one of them.” he says swaying his shoulders to the music before he stops and stands in front of you.

“You know something, don’t you? How do we really know each other?” he asks slowly

“I don’t. We met in Aloha Oakland for the first time. I feel so connected to you and believe that we have chemistry because you remind me of my ex. He passed away nearly a year ago and I didnt wanna tell you that right off the bat because the shit’s weird. “Hey, sorry I passed out , you cute but you remind me of my dead ex. So yeah, have a good day”.” you explain and he nods deciding once again to not press the issue.

"I'm sorry for your loss. Grief is never an easy thing to go through. I feel I experienced so much of that so early I didn't know anything else besides death. I was told that my birth parents were both murdered. But my parents taught me through all that rot and decay of the heart something beautiful can still grow. They taught me how to live. That there is more to life is more than just surviving day to day out of spite and anger." He speaks slowly like he's really pondering the words that he wants to say before continuing.

"It's kinda my fault. I feel like I was a lil too forward with all of this. My friends and the way that they party can be overwhelming. I'd like to make it up to you if you up for it. Just me and you. Maybe like a coffee or something quieter than this. I want to get to know you. Even though I know it's gonna sound corny as hell, I can't help feeling like I already do. You passing out by them discount cakes wasn't an accident at all, I think it was fate." he says and you look up at him before nodding.

“I think so too.”

#erik killmonger #erik killmonger smut #black panther imagine #black panther fic #Erik killmonger x Reader

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leviackermanscleaningbuddy · 4 years

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BTS DRABBLE

Request: Celebrating Valentine’s Day with BTS

Tags: BTS, Bangtan Boys, Bangtan Seonyeondan, Bulletproof Boyscouts, Beyond the Scene, BTS drabble, Valentine’s Day, BTS x you, Fluff, Boyfriend Au, Husband AU, Seokjin x you, Yoongi x you, Hoseok x you, Namjoon x you, Jimin x you, Taehyung x you, Jungkook x you

Genre: Fluff

Title: Happy Valentine’s Day

KIM SEOKJIN

“I can’t believe we didn’t even get to do anything on Valentine’s this year!” You complain into the phone, as you struggle to adjust your backpack on your shoulders, fumbling for the key to open your apartment door.

“I know, jagi. I’m sorry we were both so busy.” Your boyfriend’s apologetic voice sounds through the phone, as you finally locate the right key and unlock your apartment.

Pushing the door open with a sigh, you adjust the phone at your ear, as you fumble for the light switch on the wall beside the door. “It’s not your fault, Jin. I had school and exams all day and you had practice. The timing just didn’t work out.”

Flipping on the overhead light, you glanced up from setting down your backpack and let out a loud gasp.

“Kim Seokjin! What the hell is this??” You squealed, partly surprised and partly ecstatic, as you glanced around your living room.

The walls of your small apartment were covered in pictures of Jin, from concerts and shows and selfies, and littered among them were pictures of the two of you, pictures you had taken of him and pictures he had taken of you, from dates and nights in and awards shows.

Everything was covered, from floor to ceiling, with mementos of your time spent with Kim Seokjin.

“Jin?” You questioned, mouth still open slightly, as you walked to get a closer look at the pictures, realizing he hadn’t answered your first initial outburst of questions. “When did you have time to do this? And what is it??”

“Surprise?”

You whirled on your heel and dropped the phone in surprise as none other than the man himself sounded from behind you, standing in your open doorway, sheepishly grinning at you, as he held out a gift bag and a large bouquet of roses.

“Holy shit.” You exclaimed in shock, suddenly feeling a little choked up, as you darted across the room to throw your arms around his middle, burying your face in his chest. “I didn’t think I’d get to see you today!”

“I know. Me too.” Jin laughed, the sound rumbling beneath your ear, as you pulled back to look up at him in awe. He leaned over to kiss your lips briefly, before he flashed you another bright grin. “Happy Valentine’s Day, love.”

MIN YOONGI

“Yoongi.” You whine, as you step blindly, your husband’s hands covering your eyes. “I thought we agreed that we don’t do Valentine’s Day.”

“I know, I know.” You hear Yoongi huff from behind you, his breath tickling the back of your neck, as he pulls you to a sudden halt. “But this is different, I promise.”

“What, so you got over your thinking that Valentine’s is just a commercial holiday and now you’re in the holiday spirit?” You grumble beneath your breath teasingly, as you feel him come closer behind you, chest pressed warmly against your back through your jackets.

“Shut up will you?” He mutters good naturedly, before he drops his hands from your eyes to reveal your surprise.

You gasp as your eyes fall onto the small yacht docked before you, glimmering with strung lights, music wafting over the waves toward you, the smell of something cooking drifting to your nose over the smell of the river.

“Min Yoongi, what have you done?” You ask, glancing over your shoulder at him in shock, as he grins at you, the gummy expression sending warmth pooling in your stomach.

“Look, do I need an excuse to plan a romantic evening for my wife?” Yoongi asks, pressing his hand into the small of your back as he steers you down the dock toward the waiting boat. “I don’t believe in this holiday, sure, but I sure as hell believe in spoiling you.”

“No, but seriously.” You stop once more, steps faltering just short of the boat. “What are we doing?”

“Baby.” Yoongi sighs, the sound laced with suffering amusement, as he comes to stand in front of you, eyes dark beneath the brim of the beanie he wears. One side of his mouth quirks up into a soft smile, revealing his teeth and gums once more. “We’re gonna go have a romantic evening on this yacht. Just the two of us. Someone’s gonna cook us dinner, we’re gonna relax, and we’re not gonna worry about anything. Get it?”

You nod, swallowing down another question, as you glance past him once more to the boat, glittering in the dark of the evening. “Okay.”

Yoongi nods, before taking you hand and pulling you with him once more toward the boat, as he says gruffly, “Good. That’s my girl.” He glances at you over his shoulder as he takes the first step up onto the boat. “However, I know you have a dozen more questions, but try to keep them to yourself at least until we leave the dock, okay?”

JUNG HOSEOK

“Listen, woman.” Hobi says, trying to be serious, as you stumble leading him up the stairs blind, giggling as you tug excitedly on his hand. “I don’t like surprises.”

You scoff as you reach the top landing, pushing open the door as you glance over your shoulder at your boyfriend. “That is a downright lie, Jung Hoseok. You’re the biggest damn fan of anything surprise that I know.”

He laughs, grin wide and heart shaped beneath the blindfold you had tied across his eyes earlier when you got out of the car. “You’re right. You got me.”

Pulling him inside the room beyond the door, wooden floor squeaking beneath your sneakers, you bounce in place as you come to stand before him, excitement coursing through you, as you reach up to finger his blindfold.

“Ready?” You ask, glancing over your shoulder at the woman who watches the two of you from in front of the long wall of mirrors, a smile on her features.

“Come on, baby.” Hobi whines, his long fingers covering your own where they hover over the blindfold. “You know I’m not patient.”

Laughing, you rip the blindfold from his eyes, and he blinks several times to clear his vision, glancing around the large, empty dance studio with surprise, before he asks, “A dance studio?”

“Okay, hear me out.” You hold your hands out at your sides, looking at him imploringly, as he focuses back on you. “You’re a great dancer. Everyone knows this. But.” You motion to yourself, as you pull your hoodie over your head to reveal your workout tank beneath, causing Hobi to raise a curious brow in your direction. “I’m not so great. So I thought we could take a couples dance class.”

Hobi’s face lights up, as he catches sight of the dance instructor waiting behind the two of you next to the mirrors. “Really?”

“Really.” You nod, determination on your face. “Dancing is your passion, baby, it’s not mine. But I’m willing to learn so we can do something you love together.”

“Yah!” Hobi sweeps you up into his arms, spinning you around as you start to laugh and beg him to put you down. “This is the best Valentine’s gift I could ask for!” He finally sets you down, steadying you as you regain your balance, as he flashes you a grin full of sunshine. “Thank you, baby. And next, I can take one of those cooking classes with you.”

You chuckle, pulling him toward the mirrors. “One thing at a time, one thing at a time.”

KIM NAMJOON

You glance up at the glittering strings of lights lining the darkened street, still surprisingly bustling for the time of night, before your gaze drifts to the man beside you, large hand held in your own.

“I cannot believe we did this.” You voice again, for the third time that night, as you sigh and lean your head against Namjoon’s shoulder as you walk leisurely down the street.

“I can.” Namjoon says, flashing you a smile, as he shrugs beside you. “You always wanted to visit London. What better day than Valentine’s Day?”

“I know but.” You pull him to a stop, looking at him with a raised brow, as you bite back a smile. “Taking the company’s private jet? Just coming out here on the spur of the moment? That’s kind of ridiculous if you think about it, Kim Namjoon.”

“Well.” He shrugs again, dimples deepening with his lopsided grin, as he pulls you against his side and starts walking once more. “We can do it, so why not?”

There is a comfortable silence for a moment as you continue to walk, the old architecture of downtown London drawing your gazes, the sound of soft music and warm yellow light drifting across the street from a local pub, bustling with late night customers celebrating the weekend.

You sigh again, fingers clasped tightly in your boyfriend’s, and you have to admit, it had been the perfect way to spend the holiday.

“Namjoon.” You say his name softly, the atmosphere of the warm, still night causing your voice to be subdued.

“Hmmm?” He hums under his breath, fingers stroking nonchalantly across your knuckles, as you near the water of the river, the cooler air accentuating the sound of the waves splashing against the concrete wall.

“Thank you for making life so special.”

He looks down at you as you come to a stop beside the river, standing in front of a lone bench, dark and welcoming in the calmness of the night. “You don’t have to thank me, jagi. I could say the same to you.”

You pull him down onto the bench beside you, his arm going around you as you once again rest your head on his shoulder. “Well, thank you anyway. Happy Valentine’s Day, Joonie.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, jagi.” He responds in turn, brushing a fond kiss across the skin of your forehead.

PARK JIMIN

“Jiminie.” You complain, flopping down onto your bed, letting out a long suffering sigh as you hold your phone up above your head, the video of your boyfriend filling the screen. “It’s not the same without you here.”

“I know, and I’m sorry, baby girl.” Jimin’s voice breaks up over the phone as the facetime video lags momentarily, and then he is back, clear and as beautiful as ever, as he runs a hand through his blonde hair and pulls his full lips into a pout. “Trust me, there’s nothing I’d rather be doing right now than snuggling with you.”

“Nothing?” You ask mischievously, raising a brow at him, as you turn to lay on your stomach, propping your chin up with one of your hands.

“Well, I mean.” He grins dangerously, eyes flitting down the screen to where your pajama shirt gapes slightly, revealing the start of your cleavage. “There’s something else I’d rather be doing, but I can’t talk about it. Jungkook’s here.”

“Hey!” Jungkook’s voice rings out from where he lays on his bed in the background of the video, and you laugh, as he flips Jimin off without looking up from his phone screen. “Get a room, hyung. Preferably one that I’m not in.”

Jimin grins, before turning back to the screen, ruffling his blonde hair once more, as his silver rings glint in the lamp from the bedside table. “Anyway. Did you do anything fun with your roommates? Since I’m not there to spoil you?”

“Ugh. Don’t get me started.” You whine, rolling your eyes. “Lisa had a date and Jennie was here all day with her boyfriend, making out on the couch. I wanted to puke.”

“Ah, baby.” Jimin chuckles, leaning in closer to the screen, pursing his lips as if he’s giving you a sympathetic kiss through the phone. “I’m sorry. But have you considered the fact that maybe you’re simply salty because it’s Valentine’s Day and your boyfriend is millions of miles away?”

“Um, yes.” You say heatedly, trying not to notice how hot said boyfriend looks right now, reclining on the hotel bed, loose white t-shirt showing off enough tan chest that you can imagine everything else in perfect detail. “I had thought of that. But thanks for reminding me once again, Park.”

“Sorry.” He shrugs, before he grows serious, staring at you through the screen of the phone, and suddenly, you feel as if he’s there, even though he’s on another continent. “I swear I’ll make it up to you, baby. Only two more weeks.”

“I know.” You sigh, before mustering up a smile, blowing him a kiss. “I love you, Chim. Happy Valentine’s Day, lover boy.”

He manages an eye crinkling smile for you and returns the kiss. “Happy Valentine’s Day, baby girl. I’ll be back before you know it.”

KIM TAEHYUNG

“Holy shit, Tae, I’m so scared right now.” You whimper, clenching his fingers even more tightly between your own, as you screw your eyes shut and try not to focus on the fact that you’re hundreds of feet above the ground right now.

“Hey, baby.” You feel Taehyung scoot closer to you, his hip brushing yours, fingers never leaving your own. “Look at me, baby.”

You manage to open your eyes, and taking a deep breath, ignoring the faraway ground beneath your feet, you glance over at your boyfriend, who offers you a comforting, boxy smile.

“Listen, okay?” He reaches out to swipe a loose strand of hair back from your forehead, the ropes and equipment of the bungee jumping harness that connects the two of you jingling with his movement, and making your body clench up. “You can do this. I’ll be with you the whole time.”

You take in a deep breath, eyes watering from the wind that is whipping across the platform suspended above the river, and force yourself to keep looking at him and not look down. “I thought this was great idea. Now I’m regretting all my life choices.”

Taehyung waves to the man waiting several feet back on the platform, and your fingers instinctively clench harder onto his, as you feel the rope begin to raise and tighten above your heads, as he shoots you another grin and a wink. “All your life choices?”

“Well.” You gulp, as Taehyung moves closer to you, and the man behind you shouts out that you can jump whenever you’re ready. “Not you, of course.”

“That’s good. I’m relieved.” Taehyung teases, and you wonder, briefly, how he manages to be so jovial and carefree when you’re about to jump blindly off a platform that’s hundreds of feet above the ground. “Baby, listen, okay?” He reaches up, tugging your chin in his direction, so you have to focus on him. “I’m going to count to three.”

“Tae.” You say warningly, heart pounding in your chest, as your fingers reach up to tangle into the straps that stretch across his chest, thinking, vainly, that if you can tug closer to him, maybe you won’t be so terrified.

“I’m going to count to three.” He repeats firmly, hands going up to cover the arches of your cheekbones, long fingers tangling into your hair. “And then I’m going to kiss you, okay?”

“What....” You start to ask, caught off guard, but before you can voice the rest of your question, he has already begun the countdown.

“One.”

Your fingers scrabble at Taehyung’s harness, and one of his hands drop from your face to snake around your waist, pulling you tightly against his body.

“Two.”

His other hand finds purchase on your jaw, lifting your face to his, and you can feel your panicked breaths brushing across his skin.

“Three.”

Taehyung’s mouth covers yours, and then you’re falling into space, the breath sucked from your lungs, and as the bungee cord snaps taut, you’re suddenly swinging across the river below in a wide arc, and Taehyung is releasing you, and all you can feel is exhilaration, as the wind whips your hair and you splay your arms wide.

The arc of the swing dies down, and Taehyung glances over at you, eyes wide and bright with exhilaration and delight, as he asks you, “You okay, baby?”

You nod, still slightly breathless. “Let’s do it again.”

JEON JUNGKOOK

You pull your paddle board up onto the shore beside Jungkook’s, and pushing wet hair back off of your forehead, you grin and say, “That was so fun! Seriously, Kook, this has been the best Valentine’s ever.”

Jungkook glances at you shyly from beneath dark, wet bangs, bunny teeth appearing as he returns your smile, before he replies, “It’s not over yet.”

You look at him curiously, as he carefully moves to wrap a towel around your shoulders, hand finding your own as he leads you back in the direction of the campsite where the warmth of the tent and campfire are waiting.

Shivering slightly now that the sun has set and the air has cooled down, you take a seat on a log that Jungkook covers with a blanket for you, and watch him, as he silently begins to dig through a cooler you hadn’t noticed before in the back of the truck bed.

“What are you doing?” you ask, reaching out of the safe warmth of your towel to grab a handful of chips from one of their bags.

“Cooking.” Jungkook shrugs casually, as he crouches before the fire, breaking up a pack of ramen noodles and placing them into the pot of boiling water he had been preparing.

“You’re cooking for me?” you ask in slight surprise, as he blushes, and nods, before moving to stir the cooking noodles with a wooden spoon. “Kook, that’s so sweet.”

He shrugs once more, glancing at you with a grin before he moves to dump some more things into the pot. “Yoongi hyung has been teaching me a few things so I could prepare.”

Warmth fills your stomach at his words, knowing he has been using his free time to learn how to cook for this special occasion, free time which Jeon Jungkook does not have a lot of.

Jungkook stirs the noodles once more, the ramen starting to scent the air, and nodding to himself, he places the lid back onto the pot and comes around the fire to sit beside you where you’re not leaning against the log, the warmth of the fire having broken the remaining chill left from the lake.

He places his arm around you, and you snuggle closer to the heat of his body, burying your face into his chest as you close your eyes briefly, enjoying his presence and the warmth of the fire and the quiet of the dark forest around the two of you.

“Kook.” You break the silence, and he glances down at you in question, dark eyes reflecting the firelight. “Thank you for today. It was perfect.”

He offers you a soft smile, ducking his head under your praise, before he leans into you, nose going into your hair as he says, voice slightly muffled, “You’re welcome. Thanks for coming with me.”

You laugh, and he grins against your hair, fingers clasping yours warmly beneath the tent of the blanket, as the fire crackles and the soup bubbles in the background.

“Happy Valentine’s day, jagi.” He murmurs, balmy breath stirring your hair.

“Happy Valentine’s day, Kook.” You reply, snuggling deeper against his side if possible as you sigh with contentment. “I love you.”

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Level Up, Chapter Nine (Branjie) - Holtzmanns

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Vanessa’s watching her opponent’s arms like a hawk, coiled in front of their face ready to shoot forward at any moment. She’s looking for an opening, a chance where her opponent falters for just a second, where there’s a chance for her to land a clean hit, in and out, ending up with the points that she needs to win.

It’s strategy. It’s a game. It’s absolutely exhilarating.

AN: Thank you guys so much for the love on this fic so far, I really appreciate it! Every single review makes me so happy to know that you guys are reading it and enjoying it and have something to say about it. It’s the best thing to come back to as a writer. After a month, here’s chapter nine! Hope you enjoy, and as always, let me know what you think. Writ as usual is the best beta <3

Silky had asked Vanessa once about what goes through her mind when she’s in a match. What she’s thinking. And truth be told, even when Vanessa’s in it, it’s hard for her to really decipher everything.

When Vanessa’s in a fight, the world seems to slow down around her. She’s aware of every blink of her opponent’s eyes, every bead of sweat that is dripping from their temples to their eyebrows onto their cheeks. Vanessa’s watching her opponent’s arms like a hawk, coiled in front of their face ready to shoot forward at any moment. She’s looking for an opening, a chance where her opponent falters for just a second, where there’s a chance for her to land a clean hit, in and out, ending up with the points that she needs to win.

It’s strategy. It’s a game. It’s absolutely exhilarating.

This first fight feels pretty standard, so far shaping up to be what she’s prepared for. Vanessa’s unravelling the opponent’s tells with each minute that passes, and now, by the third round? She knows that the girl’s first instinct is to feint and jab high before actually going for a lower blow, and that she’s likely to block hits with her right. It’s all too easy for Vanessa, really, to land hit after hit by striking one step ahead while the girl is feinting a high punch, leaving her midsection wide open. Vanessa switches up her stance every time the girl’s shoulders relax for a second, because she can hear Brooke’s voice in her head lecturing her about the importance of being as comfortable attacking with her left side as much as her right and more dominant side.

It’s a puzzle that never fails to make Vanessa’s blood pump faster - her eyes narrow just a little bit more with every combo she can successfully throw at this girl, every hit that she blocks and counters with attacks of her own because she’s able to predict when the girl is going to strike. Each trill of the whistle that signifies the end of a round is a jolt in her ears, barely calming the electric current that buzzes along her limbs, keeping her on her toes even when she’s pulled to the side of the ring by Brooke in between rounds.

“Keep it up for this last round and you’ll be in the clear.” The approving tone in Brooke’s voice makes Vanessa stand up just a little bit taller as she tries to catch her breath, still bouncing on the balls of her feet. “She looks like she’s getting a bit worn out, too. It’ll be easier to land hits the more off kilter she is.”

Brooke tilts her head slightly towards the other side of the ring where Vanessa’s opponent and her coach are huddled, and it’s hard to miss the slight pout and downturned lips on the girl’s face, perfectly complimenting the furrow of her eyebrows. Her shoulders slump almost comically, and the way that she huffs and crosses her arms is reminiscent of the child beauty queens on Toddlers and Tiaras.

“You’ve got this last round,” Brooke reaches out, squeezing Vanessa’s shoulder as she winks when the referee blows his whistle, “so finish this match and let’s get ready for the next one.”

It doesn’t feel like a victory when the round ends and the referee hoists Vanessa’s fist into the air, declaring her win without a single word. The approving nods of the judges around the ring don’t mean much, not yet, not when winning this match is just a stepping stone onto the next one, where she’s going to have to face someone new and start the process of unravelling their tells all over again like she’s just finished doing with her first opponent.

The screen at the far end of the hall tells Vanessa that it’s only ten thirty. The tournament has only just started, and one successful match isn’t something to celebrate just yet, not when she has more to go. Still, it doesn’t stop her from squealing when she sees Monique leaving a fight of her own, the shit eating grin on her face telling Vanessa that she’s just won her first match, too.

“Bad bitches! Two bad bitches. Tell me, how does it feel to kick ass on this fine morning?” Monique spins in place and her excitement is contagious, any tiredness from Vanessa’s first match evaporating on the spot.

“It feels fucking fantastic, is how it feels. We just need Eye of the Tiger playing for the full dramatic effect.” Vanessa snickers.

“That’s old school. Play WAP and then we’ll be talking.” Monet slides up behind them, and Vanessa can’t help but double take at the sweats and sliders she’s in.

Monet catches the look and shrugs. “Bombed my first match. Got my ass whooped. But it’s whatever, I’m just gonna be here in the comfort of my sweats while watching y’all. My day’s gonna be easy.”

Vanessa reaches out to pat her shoulder, but Monet shakes her head. “Honestly? Pressure’s off for me now. I get to watch the rest of y’all stress.”

“Y’know, she’s got a point.” Monique raises an eyebrow, and Vanessa can’t help but let out a snort.

“You’re gonna keep fighting. No giving in because you wanna sit in the stands with Monet in your sweats.”

“You’re no fun.”

Monet pulls out her phone. “I’m gonna grab some food ‘cause I’m ‘bout to pass out. Anyone want anything?”

“I’m coming, my next match isn’t for another hour,” Monique grins, “so plenty of time to digest.”

Vanessa, though, shakes her head, because the thought of food feels almost foreign right now, not when she’s still so worked up and with her next match being so soon. “I’ll hold off. Maybe later.”

She waves her friends off and cranes her neck to look around the hall. Brooke had excused herself to the bathroom at least fifteen minutes ago, and the fact that she’s not back yet makes Vanessa wonder if she’s been held up. Is there really that long of a line for the bathroom at a boxing tournament?

Except there’s no line when Vanessa finds the bathroom, and Brooke’s not inside the enclosed area when Vanessa peeks in, fixing her flyaways in the mirror. When Vanessa pushes the door open though, stepping back out into the hall, she sees why she really didn’t have to go into the bathroom in the first place.

Brooke’s surrounded by what looks like a small army of athletes, tucking their hair behind their ears and batting their eyelashes and Vanessa doesn’t know what’s funnier - the way they’re all clamouring to get a word in or the way Brooke looks like she’s smelled something terrible.

“I can’t believe Brooke Lynn Hytes is here-”

“Are you ever gonna make a comeback?”

“You were like, my favourite boxer when I was a kid-”

The chattering blurs together when Vanessa peeks at Brooke’s expression, the polite smile on her face not quite hiding the way her brows are climbing higher and higher on her forehead. She’s at a bit of a loss of what to do - maybe Brooke doesn’t mind the commotion and doesn’t necessarily want to be rescued, but on the other hand her foot is tapping a beat on the floor that’s getting faster and faster. She’s getting twitchy.

Vanessa’s about to take a hesitant step forward when Brooke turns in her direction, and the relief in her eyes is palpable as they widen upon seeing her.

“What should I do?” Vanessa mouths, trying not to draw the crowd’s attention towards her, as a girl shoves a flyer and sharpie in front of Brooke’s face for her to autograph.

Brooke shrugs, taking a step back when another girl tries to take a selfie with her, blinking at the brightness of the flash. “Improvise!”

Well, there’s no time like the present for Vanessa to foray into an acting career.

“Oof. Ow.” Vanessa cradles her wrist in her other hand, trying her best to convey a wincing expression on her face. She’s about to limp, before realizing she’s pretending that her arm is hurt, not her leg.

There’s a reason Vanessa got the part of a tree branch in her third grade class play. It had required her to do absolutely nothing to sell the part.

Lucky for her, Brooke’s more than willing to step up to bat. “Vanessa! Are you hurt? Shit, excuse me, pardon me, just have to check on my athlete, coming through-”

Brooke pushes her way through the athletes until she reaches her, and Vanessa pretends to wince again for good measure. “Oh no, we better get this checked out before your next match, can’t have it giving out on you, can we?” Brooke spins to face the athletes, an expression of fake sadness on her face that Vanessa has to admit is pretty convincing. “So sorry to leave, it’s been wonderful to meet you all! But the sport always comes first, you know how it is. I’ll see you all around!”

Vanessa grabs onto Brooke with her other hand and practically sprints, ducking past the other coaches and spectators and athletes and pulling Brooke into the first empty hallway that pops up. Brooke nearly skids past her, recovering fast enough to find her footing before leaning against the opposite wall.

“Holy shit.” Vanessa gasps out, her giggles interspersed with the way she’s still trying to catch her breath. “Did you just-”

“Carry that fake injury plot on my back? Yes I did.” Brooke grins as she bends over, her hands resting against her knees as she tries to regulate her own breathing.

Vanessa sticks out her tongue. “Now that’s no way to treat someone saving you from a wild pack of fangirls, is it? Seriously though, I didn’t expect that.”

“Shit, honestly, me neither. It’s not that something like that hasn’t happened before, it’s just…it’s been awhile since it has.” Brooke lets out a breath. “I was used to it back in the day, competing all the time. But it’s been awhile since I’ve been in a place like this, where people actually know who pro boxers are.”

“You telling me you used to be smooth and suave while handling crowds?” Vanessa raises an eyebrow, trying to picture the sight of Brooke however many years ago.

“Don’t act like it’s that hard to believe. I totally was. I just gotta get that mojo back if I’m gonna come to competitions with you and have to say hello to people. Either that, or wear a disguise. Dress incognito.”

Vanessa snickers. “Ah, the life of a niche famous person is so hard. All the adoring fans. How are you ever going to survive it?”

“Shut up.” Brooke shoves Vanessa’s shoulder, but she’s laughing too, shaking her head as she does. “Seriously though, thanks. I appreciate it.”

“No problem, Princess Diana. Or Taylor Swift. Which paparazzi-favourite celebrity do you prefer?”

Brooke rolls her eyes. “The better question is, let’s see which one of us has her next fight in hmm, let me check my watch, fifteen minutes. Don’t make me make your warm up exercises a bitch.”

“Whatever you say, Lady Gaga. Hey, you could sing her song Paparazzi with all this media attention you’re getting, couldn’t you?” Vanessa flashes Brooke a grin before turning on her heels, practically sprinting back to the competition area before Brooke can retaliate in any way.

If nothing else, at least Vanessa’s keeping her humble. Never too good to have a big head.

The second match of the day is almost easier than the first - the girl falls for her feints almost too easily, giving Vanessa the chance to land clean hit after hit, and she’s barely breaking a sweat when the referee blows the whistle to end the final round. The referee lifts her fist up and maybe it’s the cheering of everyone around the ring watching them, maybe it’s the way he yells out her name as the winner, but Vanessa’s heart is still pumping at the speed of light, the rushing of blood loud in her ears and she feels like a fucking rockstar.

The best part, though? Brooke. At the edge of the ring, she has a sparkle in her eyes and a smile on her face that Vanessa can feel in her soul. Brooke cheers along with everyone else but there’s something about having her approval that feels different. Right. It’s enough to make every morning practice, every rep and extra minute of sparring worth it, just for the clap on the back that Brooke gives her as she helps her over the ropes of the ring and onto the ground.

“Fucking killed that.” Vanessa doesn’t mean to sound cocky but it’s hard not to when she feels like a million dollars, having obliterated both of the opponents that she’s faced so far.

She’s just left the ring but she wants more, because her muscles feel as if they’re laced with electricity that can keep her going for two, three, four more matches. The sensation is addicting and Vanessa almost feels drunk on it, the desire to win again almost an itch that she can’t scratch.

“Not gonna lie, you really did.” The pride in Brooke’s eyes is hard to miss but there’s a hesitancy too, one that’s hard to miss with the purse of her lips.

So Vanessa shoots her a questioning look. “What? Did I not do as well as I thought?”

“Just…be careful. Don’t get overconfident too early, especially when you have another match still left in the day. Letting your guard down means your next opponent is going to have an easy in.”

Vanessa wrinkles her nose. “Yeah, yeah, I know. It ain’t over ‘till it’s over. I’m still allowed to be pumped, though.”

“Didn’t say you aren’t,” Brooke tugs on one of Vanessa’s braids lightly, “but remember that you’re not done yet. Trust me, I’m speaking from experience.”

“You’ve let your guard down too early?”

“Every time I thought I had a match in the bag because I did fine on earlier ones, I didn’t. And I always paid for it majorly.” Brooke’s pointed look makes Vanessa want to scowl, because she’s not that cocky. She’ll be ready for the next one.

Just like she’d been for her first two matches of the day.

Vanessa makes her way towards the plastic chairs that Kameron and a handful of athletes from the gym have taken over, plopping herself down beside Asia with a grin.

“Made it through to the finals in my division.” Vanessa holds up a hand and Asia returns the high five immediately, though she’s biting her lip, her eyes looking a little wild.

“Why do you look like you’re about to puke?” Vanessa raises an eyebrow and Asia shushes her almost comically, slinking down in her chair.

“Can you not be so loud?”

“What, bitch?”

Asia pulls her hood up over her head, mumbling something under her breath that Vanessa can’t hear. Vanessa scoots herself closer until her and Asia are close enough to bonk their foreheads together.

“Speak up.”

“KameronandIkissed.”

“What?”

“Shh!”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Vanessa mumbles under her breath, trying to resist the urge to rub her temples, “how? When? Where? Did you swap spit out here on the chairs? The fuck?”

“What? No!” Asia whispers, making frantic shushing gestures with her index finger. “She was giving me a pep talk before my second match. In the hallway. Which happened to be empty.”

“And decided it would be best to end with a makeout session?” Vanessa feels like she’s about to explode because holy shit. Asia’s crush on Kameron isn’t exactly a secret and quite frankly, it’s always looked reciprocated.

But a first kiss before a match? Damn.

“It wasn’t a makeout session! Who do you take me for?” Asia sputters but Vanessa raises an eyebrow, and snickers when Asia seems to deflate. “Okay, maybe it was a bit. But I won the match and now it feels like I can’t even look her in the eye because the last thing we did before the match was kiss.”

“So what? Go kiss her again, dumbass. It’s not rocket science.” Vanessa feels like Dr. Phil, with her friends’ love lives. First Monique and Monet not figuring themselves out and now Asia in a tizzy over Kameron.

But Asia’s crossing her arms. “She’s a coach! I can’t just go and kiss a coach.”

“Hate to break it to you, but you technically already kissed a coach.” Vanessa snickers, trying her best to hold back the urge to wiggle her brows.

“Shut up.” Asia grumbles. “I can’t believe I can never talk to her again.”

“Never again-what do you mean, never again?” Vanessa nearly falls off of her chair as she leans forward, poking Asia’s shoulder. “Go talk to her and also make out with her. In fact, Kameron’s looking over right this second.”

The subtle looks that Kameron is throwing in Asia’s direction are hard to miss when Vanessa knows what to watch for, and she just wants to let out a little yell under her breath. Because something’s happening. Vanessa doesn’t know what, exactly, but if anything, she loves watching the show.

“What? She is? Shit, I gotta hide. She won’t see me if I slide off the chair and crouch, will she?” Asia’s beginning to slide to the front of her chair and Vanessa snorts, reaching out a hand to grab the back of her hoodie.

“You’re not exactly invisible, and it’s going to look way more suspicious if you do that.” Vanessa tugs on Asia’s hoodie, revealing her face again. “What’s the harm in talking to her?”

“Because then we have to talk.” Asia groans, dropping her face in her hands.

Vanessa reaches out to pat her shoulder. “I know you’d rather kiss her and all that, but you’ll have to talk eventually, y’know. You’re sitting in shotgun and navigating for the ride home.”

Asia lifts up her face to scowl. “First, I wouldn’t rather kiss her. Okay, maybe I would, but still. Second, I’ll just get Monet or Monique to navigate. I’ll hide in the back or something.”

“No you won’t. You’re going to talk to Kameron on the drive home about the kiss. And then go kiss her again.”

It’s foolproof, really. Straight out of a romantic comedy. Should be easy enough to execute.

“I’m never coming to you for advice again.”

Or not.

“You’ll thank me later when the two of you are together.” Vanessa grins, an expression that grows when Asia groans.

Vanessa has to tell Monet and Monique about this, because they’ll have to figure out a way to get Asia into that front seat. If any one of them is going to end up with a boo, it may as well be Asia. Despite her spooked horse tendencies.

Vanessa’s gotta ask Brooke about it. Maybe Kameron’s telling her about it too, from the way the two of them are deep in conversation only a few rows over. Not that Vanessa gets the chance to do so, because when Brooke’s getting up out of her seat and handing her a protein bar, they’re on their way to the last match.

It’s not too worrisome. Vanessa will be fine, just like how she had been for her first two matches. She takes a swig of her Gatorade in their corner of the ring as Brooke wraps up her other hand, feeling the energy growing in her limbs the closer and closer the clock overhead ticks to the start of the match. The crowd is bigger than those from her first two matches, seven to eight rows deep around all sides of the ring and it makes the excitement bubble higher and higher in Vanessa’s stomach. Reaching the finale in her weight class is one thing. But winning this match and thus winning her weight class?

It’ll be even better.

“Feeling alright?” Brooke grabs Vanessa’s other hand once the first one is wrapped, her touch delicate as she covers Vanessa’s knuckles for the third time that day.

Vanessa would be lying if she said that she doesn’t feel her heart beat just a little bit faster every time Brooke does up her wraps for her, but she can’t think about it now. Not during a tournament. Not when the first round of her last match is coming up in a few minutes and she gets to kick ass all over again.

So she shrugs. “Feeling just fine.”

“Good. So stay alert, look for her tells, and take her down using her own game.”

The girl across the ring is intimidating, Vanessa will give her that, with a sleeve of tattoos on one arm extending all the way to her fingers. She doesn’t look too afraid herself, fastening her gloves with her teeth while her coach gives her a pep talk of her own. The girl’s coach towers over her, but then again, it doesn’t mean much when Vanessa isn’t blessed in the height department either.

But Vanessa can beat her. Just like she’s beaten her other two opponents today.

The girl shoots her a grin as the referee beckons the two of them closer, the gold mouth guard she’s flashing almost akin to a grill. Vanessa’s hands are up and protecting her face and abdomen before the whistle blows, because she’s ready, and-

Damn.

The girl is fast, with a jab and a cross and an uppercut as soon as the round starts and Vanessa blocks them just in time, letting out a breath when the girl steps back. But she’s fine, it doesn’t matter if the girl is fast because Vanessa is too, and the combination that she throws at the girl with her hook is enough to land a clean hit against the chest. But then the girl is back and in Vanessa’s space and too close but she’s most definitely in the right spot to crowd her and land a bunch of hits that make Vanessa scowl as she retreats, bouncing on the balls of her feet.

The pierce of the whistle is almost welcome, as Vanessa flops onto the stool in her corner of the ring. Brooke’s handing her a water bottle and patting her forehead with a towel and her raised eyebrows make Vanessa shrug.

“So not the best start to a round. I’ll get there.”

“Crowd her space first. She’s trying to catch you off guard, so you need to be in there before she’s ready. You can probably get a few in with jabs and a backhand before she’s realized what’s happening.” Brooke reaches out a hand for the water bottle once Vanessa’s finished, taking a swig herself.

Vanessa rolls out her neck, wiping the sweat off of her forehead with the back of the glove and it’s just as well because the whistle is blowing again, pulling them back for another round.

Except that the girl figures Vanessa out too easily. She’s hitting back in the mere milliseconds that Vanessa’s guards are down, landing hits that will count in her favour and it’s frustrating, being a second behind. The girl takes advantage of every time that Vanessa pauses and takes a second to strategize, breaking through her train of thought every time with a hit that Vanessa should be able to block and counter with a combination of her own. But it’s feeling impossible when Vanessa’s attempted hits turn into fumbles, when all she can do is try to block the girl as best as she can.

“Fuck!” Vanessa’s scowling by the next break, dropping her head between her knees because this is wrong, not how this match should be going.

What the hell is she doing wrong?

“She’s getting in your head. Don’t let her do that.” Brooke’s crouching beside her, a hand on her knee and Vanessa wants to shake it off, because everything feels prickly, the energy previously flowing her limbs now acting like currents that are slowly setting her on fire.

Vanessa sits back up, leaning against the ropes of the ring. “How the fuck not? I can’t focus ‘cause she’s too fast and I’m crashing ‘cause it’s been a long fucking day, and I can’t do this.”

Maybe it’ll be less embarrassing if Vanessa throws in the towel now. She’s clearly in over her head, and it’s too much and maybe if she leaves with her tail in between her legs she can preserve a small shred of dignity without getting her ass whooped even more in the process.

“You’re not giving in that easily, are you?” Brooke’s raising an eyebrow and Vanessa wants to growl. “Thought you had more in you than that.”

“I do, I just…fuck.” She can’t go and give up when Brooke’s looking at her like that. Not that she would, anyway, but for a second, the option is tempting.

Vanessa is just going to crumble into pieces during the course of the match instead.

Brooke turns her chin towards her. “Listen. She’s not invincible. This is just me in the gym, pushing you just a little too hard when you’re tired. Nothing more. That’s all you’re facing right now.”

It’s easy enough for Brooke to say, Vanessa supposes, when the whistle blows again to signal the next round and her opponent is looking as fresh as ever, already bouncing on her feet. Vanessa feels like she’s stuck in molasses, her limbs sluggish as they fight against an invisible force and her brain just a second behind. She’s blindsided by hits that she’d be able to block easily in the gym, counter with a few of her own, but right now?

She’s fighting worse than someone who’s never boxed before.

Everything is too loud, too blinding around her as the third round ends and she slumps on her stool in the corner of the ring, dropping her head into her hands. The lights are too bright and there are too many people watching the match and all Vanessa wants to have is the ability to disappear into her brain and hide away and turn everything around her off.

There’s a hand on Vanessa’s knee, and when she opens her eyes Brooke is looking at her with a sympathetic expression and she hates it. She doesn’t want to have to see it, because it means that Brooke also knows that she’s in deep shit in this round, that there’s no way to come back from it. Instead, both of them get to watch this slow descent towards a loss that almost feels worse than if Vanessa was hit with a knockout. She gets to see the foundations of her boxing skills break down one by one, all because now she’s faced with a little bit of pressure that she can’t face up against.

She knows that Kameron, Asia, Monet, and Monique are in the crowd, along with the rest of the athletes from their gym. There’s other competitors that Vanessa hasn’t met yet, more coaches and spectators here just for the entertainment of it all. There’s even television cameras because the tournament is being broadcast on some offshoot sports channel on cable and god, the fact that people Vanessa doesn’t even know are seeing her in this state?

She hates it.

The referee’s whistle is piercing, cutting through her thoughts and bringing her back to the stool she’s on, the cheering of the crowd, and most importantly, her opponent who’s already bouncing on her feet and ready to go.

She still has one more round to go.

Fucking hell.

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goodnight and go.

Hooking up with Mat happened by accident.

While you had met him through mutual friends a while back the two of you were never close by any means. You did consider yourself to be well acquainted, it helped that your roommate Anastasia was dating his best friend Tito so you saw quite a lot of each other.

He never forgot your birthday and always gave you that bright smile and a hug when he saw you, but it was a rarity that you found yourself in his presence alone. You never thought the two of you would ever become a thing and you were sure he thought the same.

Apparently one night was all it took to change everything.

You had gone out with a few of your work friends, celebrating the completion of a long term project that your team had been working on. Mat happened to be at the same bar that night, joined by a few friends that were visiting from Vancouver. Without the presence of your usual group of friends you had a desire to take this opportunity for what it was worth.

There was no denying that Mat was attractive. You had teased him for his pretty boy looks more than once but he never took it to heart, only letting out one of those glorious laughs of his before dishing something back to you. When you caught his eye across the bar that night you found yourself wondering why you had never pursued him in the past. And when he excused himself from the group he was with, undoubtedly making his way across the bar to get to you, you knew he was thinking the same thing.

“What are you doing out here in the wild?” He asked, that boyish grin on his face as his hand pressed against the small of your back. He rested his elbow against the countertop, bringing you into him ever so subtly so as to close the distance between the two of you.

“Could ask you the same thing,” you teased, “I almost didn’t recognize you without Tito hanging over your shoulder.”

Mat let out a loud laugh, drawing a smile from you.

“He gave me the night off,” Mat said easily. You hummed in response, taking that moment to give him a good look. You had been waiting for the bartender to become available, wanting to order yourself another drink to help get you through the night with your rowdy coworkers, but now you were far more interested in the man in front of you.

He always looked good, in that effortless way that made you believe he could wear a rain poncho with slippers and still make it work. That night, however, he looked especially appetizing. The grey t-shirt he was wearing stretched across his chest and the way the dark flannel he was wearing hung off of his shoulders made you want to run your hands across his body and push it to the floor.

Mat might have chirped you for staring but he was busy doing the exact same thing to you. You were only wearing a pair of jeans and an off the shoulder top, nothing fancy in comparison to some of the outfits he had seen you in before, but his gaze lingered on your bare shoulders.

“Well,” you said, wetting your lips, “I’m glad.”

Your comment opened the door for Mat. It was suggestive enough to inspire him to make the next move but just friendly enough that he could brush it off if he had no intentions other than giving you a warm greeting. Mat raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes seeming to sparkle with mischief. It took everything in you to fight the smirk that dared to spread across your lips.

“Me too,” Mat said with a smile, “Let me get you a drink.”

That drink gave you the final push of confidence you needed to invite Mat back to your place later in the night. The way his hands never left your waist, fingers dipped just beneath the hem of your top, had you leaning into him as the two of you caught up.

Where you had always figured things would be forced if you were ever one on one with him, you found easy conversation. It made sense, seeing as how long you had known each other, but you were never sure which way the pendulum might have swung. At least that night it seemed to be in your favor.

When you got back to your apartment you wasted no time pulling him into your bedroom. It was as though three years of pent up sexual desire for Mat had all come to a head. Lucky for you he was experiencing the very same thing.

He had you out of your clothes and spread out on the bed within a matter of minutes, lips already swollen from when he’d pressed you up against your bedroom door and crashed his lips against yours.

Each stroke of his tongue had you whimpering his name, fingers tangled in his hair. He certainly knew what he was doing as he gripped your thighs. You couldn’t help but grind your hips against his tongue, needing as much friction, as much of him, as you could get.

By the time he was kicking his boxers off your body was vibrating with the two orgasms he’d coaxed out of you with his fingers and tongue yet you were still aching for more. And when he finally sank into you, stretching you out and filling you up, you let out a contented sigh, pulling him closer.

His lips were on yours again, swallowing each other’s moans as he found a steady pace, stroking along your g-spot with each thrust. With one hand around the back of his neck you reached the other down to rub your clit. Mat dragged his lips down the skin of your neck, leaving marks in his wake to match the ones you’d left on his throat in the Uber back to your place.

Finally, he knocked your hand away to replace it with his own, feeling you clench around him.

“Fuck, Mat,” you whined, nails digging into his bicep. His chain hung over your face as he brought you to your third orgasm, chasing his own high as your pussy fluttered around his cock.

“Yeah baby, gonna cum for me?” He groaned, voice raspy and fucked out as you gave a high pitched moan, head falling back against the pillows as you came. Mat buried his head in your neck, the cool metal of his chain in contrast with your hot skin.

The room was filled with the sound of you both catching your breath. Mat pulled out of you slowly, cringing when you whined at the loss of contact.

“Sorry pretty girl,” he murmured, pressing a kiss against your forehead before moving into your bathroom to get something to clean up. He never fully got back into bed but you hadn’t expected him to. It had crossed your mind several times that night how this would change the course of your friendship.

You tossed the towel into the laundry and reached for a t-shirt to sleep in along with a clean pair of panties. Mat had pulled his boxers back on and was sitting on the edge of the bed by the time you came out of the bathroom.

“Why have we never done that before?” he asked with a laugh.

“Beats me,” you laughed, kneeling on the bed across from him. Mat ran his fingers through his hair, choosing his next words carefully.

“I really hate to be that guy…” Mat trailed off, a guilty expression on his face as he looked over at you. You gave a playful eye roll,

“I know you have practice tomorrow Barz, you don’t have to give me the line.”

Mat laughed quietly, shaking his head at you with a smile.

“We should do that again,” he said, “I had a good time.”

You had to bite down on your bottom lip, still slightly swollen from having them pressed against his for the past two hours, to keep from smiling.

“Yeah, definitely. Casual thing, yeah?”

“Is that your way of telling me I’m not allowed to tell Tito?” Mat teased.

“Yes,” you laughed, sitting up on your knees.

“Lips are sealed,” Mat pretended to zip his lips as he stood and shrugged back into his clothes. You shamelessly checked him out as his muscles flexed with each movement. How you had managed to resist him for so long blew your mind.

“How do you plan on explaining those?” You asked, ghosting your fingers over the marks you’d left on his chest before he slipped his t-shirt over his head. Mat turned to look at his reflection in the mirror. For a brief moment he was distracted by your reflection, the big t-shirt hanging over your frame just enough to cover your ass.

“I can tell them I just got really, really lucky tonight,” Mat smirked at you in the mirror. You gave a gentle shove to his chest. He laughed as he leaned down to pick up his t-shirt.

You leaned against the door frame as Mat stepped out into the hallway, tucking his phone in his back pocket.

“I’ll talk to you tomorrow?” Mat said, though he sounded unsure. You fought the grin on your face as you looked up at him,

“You don’t have to say that.”

“I know,” Mat smiled, “But, unless you don’t want me to, I’ll text you tomorrow.”

You felt heat in your face as you glanced down at your bare feet.

“Okay.”

“Have a good night, Y/N,” Mat said, giving you a nod and turning on his heel.

“Have fun at practice tomorrow Barz,” you said, a teasing smile on your lips. Mat gave you a mock salute before heading down the hall.

II.

While you were talking more regularly since that night than you had in the past it took almost 3 weeks for it to happen again. You had seen him a handful of times but not in a setting that allowed the two of you to slip off again.

And the next time Mat ended up between your sheets, it happened without the assistance of alcohol.

You had been feeling particularly needy that night so you did what you had to do. You slipped into an oversized t-shirt and perched yourself on the foot of your bed for an all too inviting mirror selfie to post on your instagram story. It wasn’t often that you posted thirst traps and you weren’t exactly posting it for one specific person but if it worked...it worked. And the photo you got out of it was some of your best work, if you were being honest. And it just so happened that the shirt you were wearing was an old Islanders shirt.

With the late hour it didn’t take long for a few people to reply to your story. A mix of friends and a few guys you’d talked to in the past. Just as you were contemplating taking it down and replying to one of your old roster numbers, the one person you’d secretly hoped to see it, replied to it.

barzal97 replied to your story: you could have just invited me over you know

If he’d been any other guy you would have just rolled your eyes and left him on read but somehow it worked for Mat.

yourusername: this seemed to work just fine though

barzal97: is this an open invitation?

yourusername: if you want it to be...

barzal97: i think i need to come get that shirt off of you

yourusername: you’ll just have to be quiet, Stas is home

Within the hour Mat was texting you that he was there. While Anastasia was in the shower you managed to sneak him into your apartment.

“You know you can’t laugh, right,” you said as you pressed your hand against his back, gently guiding him down the hall.

“Why not?” Mat chuckled, already breaking your rule.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed,” you said, tone teasing, “But you have a very distinguishable laugh.”

It took everything in him to stifle the laugh that erupted from that comment alone. You smack his arm lightly, only making his body vibrate with laughter even more.

“She’s going to hear you!” You hissed, though your own laughter slipped out as you pushed him onto the bed.

“Would that be so bad?” Mat asked, pulling you into his lap.

“She’s not exactly the best at keeping secrets,” you said, “Remember how everyone found out that Tito fucked with socks on…”

“Oh right…” Mat trailed off. You nodded with a minor eye roll.

“Well…” Mat said slowly, “I’ll just have to find a way to occupy my mouth...and then I’ll sneak out after she goes to bed.”

His words had you wanting to squeeze your legs together but because he had you straddling his thighs you couldn’t. So, instead, you rocked your hips against his gently,

“I can think of a few ways.”

A few hours later, once your legs were aching and his hair was drooping over his forehead, Mat quietly slipped on his shoes. You pressed your ear against the bedroom door, listening for any signs that your roommate might still be awake.

“It’s like almost 1 am,” Mat whispered, hovering over your shoulder.

“You’d be surprised at how late she stays up on a regular basis,” you sighed.

“That’s like...really unhealthy,” Mat said.

“Maybe you should take it up with Tito, usually it’s his fault,” you wiggled your eyebrows at him, earning a quiet chuckle. He clamped his hand over his mouth as you narrowed your eyes at him.

“Sorry,” he whispered, words muffled from his palm, “I forgot.”

“I have to say,” you whispered, “I’m impressed with your self restraint.”

“Yeah?” Mat grinned, “Well, it’s not as hard when I had a pleasant distraction.”

You raised your eyebrows at him,

“Pleasant? That’s how you’d describe that? Pleasant? Barz, I did not do the equivalent of 300 squats on your dick for you to describe it as pleasant.”

Mat slid his arm around your waist, pressing his chest to your back while he buried his face in your neck. His laughter was vibrating against your throat,

“It was better than pleasant, pretty girl.”

“Mmm?” You hummed, unimpressed.

“It was really fucking good,” Mat murmured, “And I’m definitely going to be thinking about it on our next roadie.”

“Yeah?” You smiled, twisting in his arms to look up at him. Mat nodded.

“Definitely. And, ya know, if you wanna send me visual inspiration I wouldn’t be opposed.”

It was your turn to stifle laughter,

“You can just call them nudes, Barzy.”

“That makes me sound like a tool,” he pouted. You rolled your eyes at his antic, brushing his hair off of his forehead,

“If you’re good, I’ll think about it.”

Mat grinned, leaning down to press his lips against yours, hands sliding to your ass beneath your t-shirt. You were first to pull back, giving him a gentle shove to the chest so you could open the door.

“Now get out of here before she decides to make a midnight trip to the fridge.”

Mat laughed, stumbling out into the hall.

“I’m going, I’m going,” he surrendered, “Goodnight.”

III.

Mat was stuck in a limbo. The longer the two of you were hooking up the harder it was for him to hide his feelings from you. And the harder it was for the both of you to hide it from your friends.

He wanted to tell you that his position on this “friends with benefits” situation had changed since it all started nearly two months ago now, but he was afraid to ruin the relationship that you had developed over that time.

It was obvious to everyone that you were closer than you had been in years past but it was subtle enough that nobody questioned anything. They chalked it up to being that Anastasia and Tito were dating so you and Mat were seeing more of each other than before but the reality was that the times without them were the times you were taking advantage of.

Before, Mat would text you less than three times a month. It was more likely he sent you a stupid meme on Instagram than anything. But now he was FaceTiming you on the road and coming by your apartment as soon as he was back in town. You told yourself it was because he knew Anastasia would be heading over to Tito’s place to hang out, unwilling to let yourself fall down that rabbit hole.

He was also far more affectionate on nights out than normal. He was a pretty handsy guy as it was but now it was rare that you spent a night out without him draping his arm around the back of the booth, leaning just a little closer to talk to you than necessary. He couldn’t help himself.

Everything about you drew him to you. Your smile, your laugh, the way you played with your hair when you got nervous, or talked with your hands when you got excited.

You also shared a growing number of inside jokes. From when Mat drunkenly slammed his fingers in your bedroom door or the time you accidentally kneed yourself in the face during missionary.

When he’d entered into the agreement of friends with benefits he was sure he would be able to avoid catching feelings. You’d been friends for years and never before had he had any sort of romantic feelings towards you. Sure he thought you were pretty and your sense of humor complimented his, but the desire to call you his girl had never crossed his mind before.

He wanted to blame it on the sexual chemistry that the two of you shared but the more time that passed the less he could excuse it. You were the first person he thought to text when something good happened, the one he wanted to call when he was having a bad day. Each game day he found himself picturing you in a wag jacket with his last name on it or a jersey with his number.

And while Mat was usually pretty forward he couldn’t bring himself to tell you the truth. So he didn’t. And he continued to end every hookup with a goodnight and go.

Mat rolled onto his back, hands tucked behind his head as he caught his breath. His chest was glistening in the dim lighting of your room, his body spent from a long night between the sheets. Anastasia had told you she was staying the night with Tito so as soon as the door shut behind her you were texting Mat, asking if he was free to come over. Which, to no surprise considering his best friend was occupied, he was.

You stumbled into the bathroom, legs feeling like jello to the point you gripped the countertop for support. You could hear Mat get up off the bed, getting dressed once again. A heavy sigh slipped from your lips at the thought of him leaving before even giving himself a chance to catch his breath.

It was nothing new. It happened every time. Whether you were at his place or at your place, as soon as both of you were sexually satisfied and exhausted the clothes were thrown back on and one of you was half way out the door.

You wanted something to budge. As much as you cherished your friendship with him and the fact that you were closer now than ever, you wanted more. It felt selfish and stupid, seeing as he could have any girl he wanted so why would he want to be tied down at a young age?

You did your best to push the feelings back, washing your face to buy yourself time before having to face him once again.

Mat sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for you to rejoin him in the bedroom before he dipped. It was getting harder to leave every time. How badly he wanted to pull you into his chest and fall asleep with you.

The bathroom door opened, light pouring in for a moment before you flicked it off and made your way back over to the bed. You made yourself comfortable, reaching for your water and taking a long drink. Mat was buying himself time, checking his phone and answering Jordan’s text before finally standing up and stretching his arms over his head.

You hated the way he made it seem like such a dramatic thing every time he left. Like you didn’t expect it. Like he needed to apologize every time. You understood that this was just sex for him.

Mat caught the way you dropped your gaze to your lap, picking at your nails as he put on his slides and reached for his keys. If he wasn’t mistaken he could trace pain in your expression. For a moment he wondered if you wanted him to stay. But he couldn’t ask you that. It would be making himself incredibly vulnerable and he wasn’t ready for the rejection.

“Are you coming to dinner tomorrow?” He asked, breaking the silence. It was Jordan’s birthday and everyone was invited to get dinner in the city, you included of course. Mat wanted to see you in a pretty dress, laughing with your friends. Even if he couldn’t have you.

“Yeah,” you breathed, “Yeah, I’ll be there.”

He nodded, unable to find any other words to say. He needed to rip off the bandaid and go. Your eyes were heavy on him as he crossed the room to the door. Just as he opened it he heard you shuffle in bed, tucking yourself in. His heart ached in his chest at the thought of you having to be in an empty apartment that night.

He padded across the room, taking you by surprise. You stared up at him curiously as he reached you. He took your chin in his forefinger and thumb, tilting it up to look at him.

Before you could ask him what was going through his mind he pressed one more kiss against your lips. And then one against your forehead.

“Goodnight pretty girl.”

IV.

You should not have been jealous. Not even a little bit. However, that little green monster appeared on your shoulder as you sat in the booth and watched Mat lean over the counter and order a drink for the pretty girl on his left.

He was young, attractive, and very much single so he was allowed to do whatever he wanted. He could flirt with whoever and have sex with whoever but something felt so wrong about watching him with someone who wasn’t you.

When you’d gotten ready for the night out earlier in the evening you had dressed yourself in one of your favorite outfits, hoping that it might catch Mat’s eye. The two of you had never gone home together after a night out with your friends, fearing that they might catch on to the new situationship that had developed. You couldn’t help it, though. You had caught feelings and as much as you denied it to yourself you knew exactly why that little green monster had shown up that night.

You reached the bottom of your drink, mindlessly swirling the ice around as you listened to Jordan and Tito talk about something that you’d missed half of. A body dropped into the space beside you, pushing your empty drink out of your hand and replacing it with a new one. Out of the corner of your eye you caught a glimpse of Mat’s hands, those familiar bracelets against his pale skin.

“Thank you,” you said quietly, not bothering to make sure he heard you. Mat scrunched his eyebrows together, noticing your quiet demeanor and the crease between your brows.

“What’s up pretty girl?” he asked, leaning into you and squeezing your thigh underneath the table. You gave him a half second glance before staring down at your drink once again.

“Nothing.”

Mat ran his fingers through his hair, looking back over his shoulder to see the frown on the face of the girl he’d just ditched at the bar.

“Am I supposed to believe that?” Mat asked, a teasing tone in his voice.

“Believe whatever you want,” you shrugged, finally looking up at him properly. Mat caught your gaze, his eyes searching yours for any kind of hint that you were feeling exactly what he thought you might be feeling.

“Do you want to get out of here?” He asked lowly, eyes shifting towards the door. You turned your attention to the rest of the group. They were all engrossed in conversations amongst themselves, unaware of the invitation Mat had just extended to you.

“Only if you’re coming with me,” you said, finally a small smile tugging at your lips. Mat felt like breathing a sigh of relief but he chuckled instead,

“Of course I am. It appears I need to make you feel better babygirl.”

Mat slid from the booth, announcing to everyone that he was taking you home. Anastasia gave you a look that asked a million questions but you gave her your best poker face and a shrug of your shoulders. After a chorus of “have a good night” and “see you tomorrow” Mat guided you out the door and onto the streets of New York.

That night you lingered a little longer after both of you came down from your orgasms.

Mat had pulled you closer than before, his arm around your back to hold your chest against his as he thrust into you, making your toes curl. He more than made up for flirting with that other girl at the bar. Not that he knew that.

He stayed deep inside you for a moment, both of your bodies glistening with sweat in the moonlight. It seemed as though you were both thinking the same thing. Was this enough anymore?

Finally you pushed his shoulder so that he would pull out, rolling onto his back so you could get up. The air in his bedroom felt thick with tension and unspoken words as you got dressed. Mat broke the silence first as he sat up.

“Do you want to stay?”

The words sounded strange coming off of his tongue. Awkward and unsure. He watched in anticipation as your body stiffened at his request. He already knew your answer but he couldn’t help but ask the question.

Did you want to stay? Yes. Of course you did. You always wanted to stay and you always wanted him to stay. The friendship that you’d had before hooking up had paved the way for the newfound feelings you’d developed and suddenly you were falling for the guy that you never thought you’d be with. The guy you had watched flirt through countless bars and afterparties, who could have any girl he wanted. The fact that you had been stupid enough to let yourself get attached terrified you. And now he was asking you to stay.

“Is that a good idea, Barzy?” You asked. Mat rolled his eyes at the nickname. His name always sounded so nice coming off of your lips whenever he was inside you but as soon as it was over it was like he was another one of the boys to you.

“I don’t know,” Mat sighed, “Is it?”

“I think we both know the answer to that,” you said softly, pushing yourself to stand. If you’d been paying closer attention you would have seen the way his face twisted in pain at your rejection. But, with your back to him, you were hiding your own.

“But it’s late,” Mat said gently.

“You’ve let me go home late before,” you said, watching him closely as he swung his legs over the side of the bed and reached for his boxers.

“Well,” he shrugged, “That was before.”

“Before what?”

“Before I knew better.”

You wanted to ask him what he meant by that but decided against it. Not tonight. You were tired and feeling frustrated at yourself for falling this far.

“Let me drive you home, at least,” Mat said. He was standing now, sweats hanging low on his hips as he ran his hands down your arms.

You looked up at him, scanning his face. You wanted some hint of emotion but he was so good at keeping a poker face. For a moment you thought you might have seen a glimpse of sadness in his pretty eyes but it was gone before you could really question it. He gave your arms a gentle squeeze before stepping around you to grab a sweatshirt.

The car ride was quiet, but not in a way that it felt uncomfortable. Mat had the radio playing quietly so you could tell he was deep inside his own head.

“Are you watching the road?” You asked, leaning your elbow on the center console. Mat laughed,

“I am looking at the road. Why?”

You shrugged,

“You seem a bit like a space cadet tonight.”

Mat furrowed his brows, the smile on his face dropping. You immediately regretted bringing it up. Maybe you weren’t close enough yet to talk about things like this yet.

“I’m okay,” Mat said. He let his gaze drift to you for a moment,

“You don’t believe me.”

It wasn’t a question. It was a statement.

“You didn’t believe me earlier,” you countered. Mat pulled up in front of your building, putting his car into park before he turned to look at you properly.

“I’m okay, I promise.”

“Promise you’d tell me if you weren’t?” You asked. He looked tired. The smile he’d had when he greeted you with a hug at the pre-game was no longer reaching his eyes.

“Yes,” he said. You stared at him a moment longer.

“Okay,” you said quietly, “Because I care about you, Mat. Maybe more than I should but for good reason.”

Mat nodded. God he wanted to tell you how he felt so bad but he couldn’t work up the courage to push it past the tip of his tongue.

“Goodnight Barzy,” you said, leaning over the console and pressing a kiss against his pouted lips. Before he could get another word in you were gone.

+ one

The expression on Mat’s face told you everything as he skated off the ice after a crushing loss at home. You hadn’t even noticed you were chewing on your bottom lip until you tasted a bit of blood from the broken skin.

Mat had invited you to come over after the game earlier in the day but now you weren’t so sure if he’d want company. You had experienced losses with the team before but this was different. Mat hadn’t had a good game at all and while watching him break his stick against the glass in the third period was making you squeeze your legs together, you figured he’d want to be alone.

All you really wanted was to make him feel better, as best you could, but it wasn’t exactly your place. That wasn’t in your agreement.

iMessage: Mat Barzal (2)

i want you naked

meet me by my car in 20 minutes

You nearly choked when your phone buzzed in your hand and you read the messages Mat had sent you. You tried to ignore the fact that even after a tough loss you were the first person he was thinking of. And even better, he wanted to see you.

You had seen Mat angry during games and while he was most definitely dominating in bed, you were about to experience a side of him you’d never seen before.

He’d been brooding the entire ride back to your apartment, the black eye he was sporting only added to the dark look in his expression. Once the door was shut behind you he was ordering you to the bedroom, but not before crashing his lips against yours in a heated kiss. Like he’d been waiting all night.

“Go get on the bed,” Mat said, his voice low and rough as he kicked off his shoes. Where you might have typically given him an attitude, seeing just how far you could push his buttons, you nodded submissively and stripped yourself on your way to your room, leaving a trail of discarded clothes in your wake.

Mat waited in the kitchen a moment, running his hands over his face and through his still damp hair. He took a deep breath, calming himself down from the game he’d just had. It was okay. You were here now. And you were waiting for him in the bedroom.

Mat left his suit jacket draped over the back of one of your barstools, loosening his tie as he headed towards the bedroom.

His breath caught in his throat when he saw you sitting on your knees for him, in just your bra and panties. There was an innocent expression on your face, wondering what he had in store for you. His fingers worked on the buttons of his dress shirt, needing the material off of his body so that he could feel your skin against his.

“Fuck babygirl,” he said, running his thumb over your bottom lip as he towered over you, “You make me feel so much better.”

You pressed your hands against his abdomen, trailing down to his belt and moving to undo it.

“Ah ah ah,” Mat caught your wrists, “Give me a taste first. That’s all I want right now.”

Though he was in charge there was a sort of pleading in his voice as he laid you out on the bed, making himself comfortable between your legs.

“I’ve been thinking about this since the second period,” he hummed, lips moving against the inside of your thighs.

“Me too,” you sighed. His hands slid up your legs, hooking on your panties and tugging them down.

“God you’re incredible,” Mat spoke softly, more to himself than to you as he admired your wet pussy now bare before him.

“Please Mat,” you whined, carding your fingers through his hair. He lifted his gaze to meet yours,

“Just lay back, baby, enjoy the show.”

He licked a bold strip up your pussy, collecting your juices on his tongue before wrapping his lips around your clit. He moaned against you, the vibration making your head fall against the pillows and your eyes roll back.

Mat was clearly getting some of his frustration of the game out, letting his mind become distracted as he fucked you with his tongue. He always knew how to make you cum within minutes with his tongue alone but that night he was so focused, only wanting to draw more and more of those sweet moans from your lips. The way his name sounded in your mouth was making him hard. He couldn’t help but rut his hips against the bed as your whimpers and whines filled his ears.

Even when he was done bringing you to orgasm he didn’t let up. He pushed his pants and boxers to the floor, bringing your knee to your chest to spread you open as he leaned down so his face was even with your core once again. His eyes locked with yours as he spit onto your pussy.

You sucked in a sharp gasp at the sensation, a sinister smile on his face as he slid into you. He loved watching you fall apart for him.

He had barely let you catch your breath but you wanted it. You were loving the feeling of his desperation, just needing release. If you could offer him escape that’s what you would give him.

Mat pulled out briefly, only long enough so he could flip you onto your knees and run his hand down your back before pushing into you again.

“You’re so good for me baby,” he groaned.

“Fuck,” you cried, fisting the sheets as he picked up his pace again.

“This pussy is all mine, yeah baby? All mine,” Mat said. You moaned in agreement, senses too overwhelmed to give any other response. It was his. He was the only person who could make you feel this good. Mat reached down and pressed his fingers against your clit, feeling you clench around him.

“Close, eh?” he asked.

“Yes Mat, yes yes yes.”

He flipped you back onto your back, legs spread open for him once again. He pulled out, his hard cock resting against his lower stomach as he pushed his fingers into you, thumb rubbing against your clit in tight circles.

“C’mon baby, come on,” Mat encouraged you, knowing you were so close. His other hand stroked his cock in pace with his fingers that were pumping in and out of you. As you came, he was finishing on your stomach with a low groan and a string over curse words. Your nails dug into his forearm. He coaxed you through your orgasm, lazily rubbing his fingers over your clit and spreading around your cum as he watched your body relax into the mattress.

“Good job pretty girl,” he praised, pulling his fingers away and bringing them to his mouth. Your jaw dropped open slightly, staring up at him as he sucked them clean, the sound filling the room.

Mat moved into the bathroom, grabbing a wet towel to clean you off. As soon as he was done he hovered over top of you again, pressing a few kisses against your lips,

“You did so good baby. You make me feel so much better.”

Mat didn’t mean to fall asleep. He hadn’t exactly wanted to leave like he usually did but he wasn’t planning on crossing the line that night. However, he’d been so exhausted from the night that his body betrayed him and he found himself waking up in your bed.

Neither one of you had gotten dressed, the thin sheets the only thing covering your frames as your legs tangled together. Your head rested on his chest, fingers loosely curled around the chain that was hanging from his neck. He could feel your heartbeat against his ribcage and it was taking everything in him to keep his own steady.

Your other hand was looped around the back of his neck, fingers tangled in his hair. Mat let his hand ghost over the bare skin of your back, mindlessly drawing shapes as he reveled in the moment. If it had been anyone else he might have slipped from the bed and made a quiet exit. But it was you.

And he wanted to hang onto this moment as long as you’d let him. He was afraid to move, for fear of waking you up from the peaceful dream you seemed to be having. The way your nose scrunched and lips pouted had his heart tugging in his chest.

All too quickly your eyes were fluttering open, adjusting to the light of your room after being pulled from your deep sleep by the warm body beside you. The metal between your fingers brought you back to earth, grounding you in the reality that you were waking up in your own room with Mat tucking you into his side.

“Hi,” he said, voice rough with sleep.

“Hi,” you breathed, running your palm down his bare chest. God you could get used to this. The number of times you thought about what it would be like to wake up in his arms, to not have him leave you with a goodnight, had nearly broken you down. You just hoped he wanted this as badly as you did.

If it weren’t for your bladder you would have laid there all morning and well into the afternoon. Unwillingly, you pushed yourself up onto your elbows. Gently you reached out and brushed his hair off of his forehead. You contemplated leaning down and pressing your lips against his but decided not to push your luck.

Mat watched as you slipped out from the sheets, grabbing a t-shirt from the floor to throw on before making your way into the bathroom. You glanced at him over your shoulder just before shutting the door, taking in his appearance with the bedsheet low on his hips and his hair messy. His arm was draping over his eyes now, bottom lip between his teeth. He looked so...pretty.

His praises from the night before were stirring around in your head.

“You make me feel so much better.”

“All mine.”

When you emerged from the bathroom he was sitting up, feet planted on the floor, with his boxers back on. He was running his fingers through his hair, staring out the window with an expression you couldn’t read on his pretty features.

“I’m going to make breakfast…” you said, breaking his attention, “If you want some.”

Mat turned to look at you, the light from the bathroom acting as a halo around you. You had washed your face and all the traces of the night before were gone and he was left staring at the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen.

“Yeah,” he breathed, “Yeah, sounds good.”

You pulled out a pair of clean panties to put on as Mat took his turn in the bathroom.

When he joined you in the kitchen he made himself busy making coffee while you tried to ignore the looming question that hung over both of you.

“So apparently I left a huge crack in the glass last night at the arena,” Mat said.

“I’m not surprised,” you laughed, “You were swinging your stick like it was a baseball bat.”

“Yeah I’m thinking of taking up a new sport,” Mat laughed, stepping up beside you as you finished up the eggs.

“Mmm,” you hummed, “I think you should stick to hockey.”

“Even after last night?” Mat chuckled, a hint of disappointment in his voice. You smiled softly, looking up at him over your shoulder,

“Even after last night.”

Mat pressed a kiss on your shoulder and you could feel his smile through your t-shirt. He pulled down two plates and two mugs, setting them side by side on the counter. You were about to ask him to put some oat milk in your coffee but he was already pressing a warm mug into your hand. He had a proud smile on his face as he watched your words die on your lips.

“Don’t think I’d forget how you take your coffee,” he teased before launching into a story about the previous day. You watched him closely, noting all his typical nervous habits. Cracking his knuckles, folding his hands together, fixing his hair. Check. Check. Check.

“Mat,” you said finally, interrupting his monologue.

“Yeah?” he asked, clearing the now empty plates.

“Are we gonna talk about it?”

“What?” He asked, playing dumb.

“Mathew,” you said slowly. Mat laughed nervously, averting his eyes. You chewed the inside of your cheek, moving to the sink to start filling it with water so you could wash some dishes.

Mat was quiet, gathering his thoughts as he watched you. He could do mornings like this every morning. It was so domestic and comfortable. Everything he had hoped it would be and more.

Mat stood behind you, gently taking the sponge from your hands and turning you so you were facing him, your back against the counter.

“Look,” he said, “I know I don’t typically spend the night…”

You nodded, busying yourself with a loose string on his boxers.

“But I’m really, really into you and I hate leaving every night,” he admitted. That one sentence and it felt like the weight of the world was off his shoulders.

“I don’t like it when you leave,” you confessed, voice barely a whisper. Mat’s lips spread out in a wide grin,

“Yeah?”

He caught your chin between his forefinger and thumb, tilting it to look up at him. You nodded, best you could with him holding your face.

“And I’m really really into you too.”

Your hands flattened against his stomach and you slid your arms around his waist.

“So I can, like, totally spend the night again?” Mat asked. You laughed, nodding again.

“Please do.”

“I plan on it.”

You smiled as he leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. His lips ghosted over yours as he spoke again,

“I also plan on taking you on a date.”

“Oh?”

“Mhm. Free tomorrow night?”

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, Barzy, but I’m always free for you.”

Mat laughed, reaching down to hoist your legs up around his waist. You gripped the back of his neck, letting out a loud laugh when he teasingly bit down on your neck. He set you on the counter, hands running over your bare legs.

“Oh and by the way,” he said, that boyish grin on his face.

“Hmm?”

“Good morning.”

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beckzorz · 5 years

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Clever Fingers (one-shot)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader Words: 2815 Warnings: Swearing Summary: An exchange on the metro doesn’t quite go how Bucky expects. A/N: So after breaking a lot of hearts, I thought I’d soothe some spirits with a light-hearted one-shot I frankensteined out of three prompts. (That’s a word, right????) Thank you to @shield-agent78, @19mrs-rogers18, and @piensa-bonito for the following prompts, respectively: brush of the fingertips, lips, and rendezvous. Hope you all enjoy! Let me know what you think, but go easy on me—I wrote this in a hurry today. Just for you 😘

Bucky taps his fingers on his thigh. Tap, tap, tap-tap, tap-tap-tap. Fibonacci sequence, tap code, Morse code—he loses track fast. It doesn’t matter, not really.

He’s leaning against a pillar on the subway, his eyes half-obscured by the brim of his cap. He peeks out as the next train comes in, scanning the cars for the right number, but no. Not yet. There’s a specific train he’s looking for, and a specific car. He’s in place to slip in the right door, but he has to wait for the right train.

The rendezvous point is more specific than usual, in that way.

It’s got the makings of a good plan, but then there’s the short time window to retrieve the package. Someone—and Bucky doesn’t know whom—is going to slip him a thumb drive in the space between this stop and the next.

Three minutes, tops, and with zero chance to scout ahead of time.

Well, he’s dealt with worse. At least he’s not supposed to be killing anyone.

A cluster of schoolkids bounds onto the platform, loud and uniformed with heavy backpacks and a third of them with smartphones out. They’re young; twelve, thirteen? It’s been so long since he’s spent time around normal kids that he can’t tell.

Yeah, thank god he’s not supposed to be killing anyone.

It’s another couple minutes before the next train arrives. More people mill onto the platform. Rush hour is still seventy minutes away, give or take, so it’s not painfully crowded. Just uncomfortably so. No one bumps into him, at least. Fortunately, he can stop worrying about the platform, because this train is the right one. He ambles inside with feigned indifference and makes his way to the end of the car, where he leans against the wall, hands tucked into his jacket pockets.

Bucky studies the people in the car. The students, of course, making a ruckus at the other end of the car. A family here, another there. A few scattered businessmen and women with their heads buried in their phones. One’s even on a call. There’s a young woman with a baby strapped to her front sitting near him, another a few seats away with a quiet small dog in a bag, and a third in an oversized sweater asking for money.

And there, at the far end of the car just before the students, is someone with eyes on Bucky. A young man with airpods in, his dark eyes wide as he stares. When Bucky catches his eye, the young man smiles and looks down, cheeks darkening a little as he pulls out his phone.

Embarrassed for being caught staring, or…

Bucky pushes himself off of the wall and grabs onto the overhead pole as he starts towards the young man.

Halfway between stops, now.

“Excuse me, sir, do you have a dollar?”

Bucky takes in the woman in front of him in a single glance. She’s not quite meeting his gaze; one hand is held out, the other is stuffed in her pocket. Her jeans are frayed, shoes dirty, hair more than a little unkempt.

“No, sorry,” he says. He brushes past her, nudging her a little out of the way as he makes his way to the young man. Behind him, the beggar approaches the next person.

“Excuse me, ma’am, do you have a dollar?”

By the time Bucky makes it to the man at the other end of the car, jostling has knocked a few other commuters against him, and the train is slowing. The dark tunnel is replaced by the next station rolling into view.

The young man perks up when he spots Bucky.

“Hey,” Bucky says. He licks his lips, taking in the young man’s thoroughly unextraordinary appearance. Reasonable outfit, sensible sneakers—if a little flashier than necessary—and a guileless smile.

“Hey man!” He’s excited, clearly. He holds up his phone. “Can I get a selfie?”

Bucky’s heart stutters. “Uh—sure.” He plops down beside the young man, forces a smile for the camera, and waits for the delivery.

The doors open.

“Thanks so much, man!” The young man is grinning outright now. He pops to his feet. “This is my stop! Have a great day!” He rushes out of the train.

Bucky stands up slowly, stomach clenching. This is a transfer station; it seems like half the people who’d been on the train had left, and a totally new crowd was filtering in. A middle-aged woman slips past him to take his abandoned seat, pulling out a book. An old man sits across from her, using the pole to ease his drop down. A third of the schoolkids are gone.

And Bucky’s screwed.

He grips onto the nearest pole, head ducked so all he can see is the floor. His vision swims as the train lurches on.

How? How did he miss it? What did he miss? Did Tasha’s contact even make it?

He whips out his phone from his back pocket, left hand shaking a little. The screen is blank. No alert, no cancelation. Nothing at all, except a sinking suspicion that he’d fucked everything up.

The mission parameters were clear as glass. Exchange on this train, between the two previous stops. No repeat, no second chances. The drive’s even set to wipe its contents in another two hours.

Not nearly enough time to fix the mess he’s made.

The train slow again, and this time Bucky bursts out ahead of anyone else. He whips his head around, staring along the platform, but it’s wrong, all wrong. Wrong stop, wrong time, wrong, wrong, wrong.

A warning beep, and then the doors slide shut with a thump. Bucky spins to watch the subway leave. It pulls out of the station.

With it goes any hopes of fixing his mistake.

—

Bucky scrubs his hands along his face. The scrape of stubble on his right palm is grounding, more grounding than the haunted look in his eyes as he stares at himself in the cracked bathroom mirror.

He can’t remember the last time he failed a mission this simple. Had he ever? He’d always done his job, always succeeded…

The buzzer rings.

Bucky groans, but he makes his way over to the intercom.

“Hello?”

“Let me in!”

It’s Natasha, sounding as annoyed as anything. Bucky sighs and buzzes her in, forehead pressed against the wall. Soon enough, she’s pounding on his door. He lets her in.

“Finally! Why didn’t you get in touch? Where is it?”

Natasha barrels inside, red hair flying behind her in a wave as she spins in a circle, looking for—

“Whaddya mean?”

“The drive, idiot! They said it went perfectly, at least on their end…” Natasha draws up short, eyes narrowing as a smirk grows across her face. “Oh my god, did you not realize it? They got the jump on you?”

Bucky’s head is reeling. “This wasn’t a fight,” he says, but Natasha’s already digging in his pockets. He swats her hand away from his ass—“It’s not there, Tasha!”—but she only flashes him a wicked grin and keeps looking.

“Aha!”

Natasha yanks her hand out of his jacket’s right pocket.

In her hand—the drive.

“What the fuck?!” Bucky yelps. Natasha dives for the laptop on the coffee table and slams the drive into the USB port.

Bucky falls straight to the floor, tailbone rattling from the impact.

“What the fuck.”

Natasha chuckles. “I was wondering why my contact was so blasé about the delivery. Guess she thought you’d notice her.”

Her?

“Or at least be a gentleman enough to give her a dollar,” Natasha finishes.

Bucky could’ve kicked himself.

—

Thank god for small miracles—Natasha promises to keep his slip-up to herself.

That doesn’t stop her from making private jokes at his expense, of course.

Of course.

—

There’s a party downtown a few weeks later. Data from the drive targets it as a potential spot for a weapons deal, a big one, complete with alien tech.

“I don’t know how the hell there’s even any unclaimed alien tech left on the planet,” Bucky grumbles.

Natasha snorts as she climbs out of the taxi behind him. She fluffs her dyed hair and pushes her bright plastic glasses up her nose. Her shoes are dangerously tall, more so because Bucky knows just how dangerous heels can be in Tasha’s hands. And she’s packing a lot of heel tonight.

Among other things.

He really doesn’t know how she hides so much in such tight clothes.

Then again, people might well ask him the same tonight.

Bucky had let Natasha pick his outfit for a change. It’s one of many favors she’s blackmailed out of him to keep his gaffe a secret. He can’t really blame her; lord knows he’d probably do the same. He doesn’t look bad, but it’s far from his usual layers. Natasha had brought out the holographic cover for his arm, with strict instructions to keep it dry, to go with a fitted t-shirt with a dark floral print reminiscent of a jungle at nighttime. And then the jeans, which look far too snug, but they’re a stretchy fabric perfect for dancing.

And ass-kicking.

If it comes to that.

Natasha leads Bucky past the long line. The bouncer lets them in with a private nod for Natasha; the wonder of bribes, or is he a connection?

Doesn’t matter, Bucky decides as the music starts to thrum straight down to his bones. It’s a couple flight of stairs down to the flashing ballroom. Natasha slants a smile at him before she melts into the crowd.

Bucky’s mission is simple: backup. His phone is waiting in a hidden pocket on his jeans, safe from prying hands and close enough that he’ll hear as soon as Natasha needs his help. In the meantime, recon.

Bucky makes his way to the bar along the left-hand wall, a few steps up from the packed floor. It’s as good a view as he’ll get before making his way to the balcony. He scans the room as he waits for one of the bartenders to get to him. The music is loud, but he can hear a few conversations here and there. A couple to his left, a group of single women to his right. There are a couple of uncomfortably young faces—is he getting older, or are there kids in here with fake IDs?

Both, probably.

“Want something?”

“Yeah, whiskey on the rocks.”

Bucky slaps down some bills in exchange for the drink. He slips out from the press of people at the bar and climbs up to the balcony that lines the ballroom. From his spot by the railing, he can see the dj bopping his head to his beats, the lighting rigs on the stage, and even Natasha, weaving seamlessly among the crowd. He downs his whiskey, the burn an old memory.

Someone nudges his arm as he drops his empty glass on a passing tray.

“Scuse me, you dropped your phone.”

Bucky shakes his head without looking at the woman beside him. “Not mine.”

“Really?” There’s amusement in her voice.

Bucky finally glances to his right. “Listen, it’s not—” His voice fails him.

Oh.

The phone in her hand is totally his. Bucky frowns.

—

Inside, you’re laughing.

Bucky Barnes’ eyes are glued to the phone in your hand. His phone, the one you’d swiped while he was ordering a drink.

“How the…”

His gaze snaps to your face, and sudden realization clicks.

“You,” he breathes. He huffs, a smile tugging at his lips. “Shoulda known. You’ve got clever fingers.”

Bucky looks you over without shame, his pupils darkening as he takes you in. Your disguise on the metro had been good, but for all that his disinterest had been the point, you can’t can’t help the thrill that runs through you as he licks his lips at the sight of you.

He holds out his hand for his phone; his fingers brush yours as you hand it to him. The light touch leaves your hand tingling.

“Do I still owe you a dollar?” he asks, voice low.

You tilt your head and study him. The hair brushing his cheek, the sparkle in his eye, the dimple in his chin; all that, and you can still feel the phantom touch of his fingers on yours. The other day, you’d been too wrapped in character to appreciate him, but now…

“I’ll settle for a dance,” you tell him.

“Well, if you insist.”

But he’s smiling, and there’s a fresh bounce in his step as he grabs your hand and tugs you towards the stairs.

A slight movement below catches your eye. You stop short, eyes narrowing as you watch a string of men file down the hallway towards the restrooms and the back exit.

Bucky steps close. “What?” he murmurs, his breath hot on your ear. You suppress the shiver that runs up your spine.

“Seven o’clock.”

His eyes land right where yours are. “Ah.” He lets go of your hand with a sigh. “That dance is gonna have to wait. Sorry.” Bucky forces a smile and hurries off before you can cut in edgewise.

You gape after him.

Really!

You’re hot on his heels as he patters feather-light down the stairs and along the side of the room to the back hallway. You hurry ahead to catch the back exit door before it swing shut. When you slip through, panting, Bucky spins, eyebrows flying to his hairline when he spots you.

“What the hell are you doing?” he hisses.

“Helping,” you say.

The door opens again—it’s your contact, Natasha.

“Oh, you made it!” she whispers. “Come on, Bucky, no time to dawdle.”

Natasha leads the way up the stairs, pulling a pistol from under her dress and carefully loading it. You reach under your shirt and grab the gun from the chest holster against your skin. Bucky huffs with the same amusement as before as he preps his own, though you can’t help but notice that his eyes had lingered on your exposed skin.

But you can think about that later. Right now, time to focus.

—

Five minutes later, the arms deal is broken up thanks to some excellent feats of acrobatics from the two Avengers and some well-aimed shots from yours truly. Natasha calls in SHIELD, pacing barefoot now that one of her heels has broken off after she lodged it in one of the prone men’s thighs.

Serves him right, really.

Bucky tugs you aside. His hand is cool on your arm. For a moment, you’re startled, then you remember: under whatever disguise he’s got on, that hand is metal.

Well, this is the Winter Soldier, after all.

You smile up at him, adrenaline still running fast through your veins. “What’s up?”

“I underestimated you three times now,” he says. His eyes flit across your face, apology and hope painted on his features as he finally meets your eyes. He steps closer. “Feel like maybe I owe you more than one dance.”

He’s close, dangerously close. You can feel his radiating body heat, and his broad chest is only inches from yours. You can smell him now too, without the press of bodies and despite the metallic tang of blood. There’s some of it on his cheek, and you lick your thumb to wipe it away. Bucky swallows, never taking his eyes from yours. He reaches up and wipes a spot on your jaw clean as well. Your breath catches from his gentle touch.

“Can you forgive me?” he asks.

You bite your lip to hide your smile, but Bucky sees right through it. He smiles back, eyes crinkling as he tangles his fingers in yours.

“Three times, huh?” you say. You tilt your head towards Natasha. “Think you have this handled, Agent Romanoff?”

“Hm? Sure, why?” Natasha’s eyes narrow as she spots you and Bucky standing together, hands linked.

“This man owes me some dances,” you tell her. “And I don’t intend to let him slip away again.”

“Third time’s the charm, huh?” Natasha asks, grinning.

Bucky presses a kiss to the crown of your head and squeezes your hand. “Guess so.” He lowers his voice and tugs you back towards the party. “I ain’t letting you and your clever fingers get away, either.”

“Don’t worry, Bucky,” you say. He raises an eyebrow at your cheery tone. You just grin. “I’ll make sure they get put to good use.”

“You tease.” He wraps his arm around your shoulders and presses a sloppy kiss to your cheek. “Guess we’ll hafta see whose got cleverer hands.”

“I look forward to it. But first, Mr. Barnes, you owe me some dances.”

“Yes I do.” Bucky clears his throat and offers his other hand with a flourish. “May I have this dance?”

You press your cheek against his shoulder and smile.

“Yes you may.”

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theheartofpenelope · 5 years

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SIMPLE THINGS - Chapter one

Here it is - chapter one. Enjoy gentleman!Tom. Feedback always appreciated. ;-)

Tag list: @winterisakiller, @devikafernando, @scorpionchild81, @messy-insomniac-bookgirl, @smutsausage, @hiddlesbitch1

Author’s Notes/Warnings: Not beta’d.

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Chapter 1

London – day eleven continued

1. His presence was unexpected to her, yet not unwelcome. And while it warmed Charlotte’s heart to see a familiar face, her mind was thrown in a loop. Would she be allowed to define Tom Hiddleston as a ‘familiar face’? Granted, they had – very- pleasantly crossed paths a short while ago but afterwards they – naturally - went their separate ways. And that was no cause for concern; it was merely the way things were bound to evolve. You come together in a professional atmosphere; you meet each other’s acquaintance before your respective paths unsurprisingly part into two different directions. Such is life.

Yet, against all odds, 10 days or so later - there he was again. Leaning back in his seat, his one foot propped up on his other knee. Head slightly slanted and looking onto her with nothing but sympathy in his eyes, slightly amused even.

“Well hello,” he said with a kind and polite smile as he rose to his feet. “Hello, I erm,” Charlotte mirrored, not even bothering to hide the surprise in her voice, “I had no idea you would be here….”

“I apologize, I was late,” he paused and shook his head as he looked towards his feet suddenly, supressing a soft chuckle, “that’s a lie, I’m afraid.” “Is it?” she couldn’t help but smile at his sometimes-boyish charm. “I slipped in when the lights had already died…” “Craving privacy?” It was a sincere, albeit clichéd, question on her part. Though when she laid her eyes upon the talented actor once more, he only countered her query with a mysterious smile she could not quite place.

They walked up to one another to exchange a polite peck on the cheek when Tom absent-mindedly gently caressed her arm. A warm spark of familiarity hit her.

“Are you enjoying the play?” he kindly wondered, but Charlotte took more note of his skilful effort to steer the conversation into a different direction “Very much so,” she smiled, “I want to thank you again for arranging me a ticket.” “You’re very welcome,” he answered in honesty, “it was the least I could do for your professional assistance at ComiCon.” “I’m afraid I was just doing my job there,” she answered truthfully with an innocent shrug. “Was it still your job when you and your colleagues invited us the see the World-Cup Semi Final on the Big Screen at what’s his name’s house?” he rallied back in good fun, tempting her into that soft chuckle of hers again. “Thàt was not,” she confessed, “but I’m very pleased you all enjoyed that evening.” “We most certainly did,” a pause, “I know I did,” he couldn’t resist emphasizing that. “Even though your country lost to mine?” she teased. “Even though my country lost to yours,” he grinned in good humour.

Noting her fascination with the building, Tom kindly enlightened Charlotte on the history and architecture of the Globe Theatre. His enthusiasm was clear and enthralling to her,- and she found herself - very quickly - enjoying his company again. But that came as no surprise to her. When the lights flickered, announcing the end of intermission, they chuckled in unison at the realisation they had chatted through the interval without even setting one foot outside of the box.

His kind query on whether or not Charlotte would allow him to sit next by her side for the second part of the play, was easily answered. As he took a seat right next to her, he hesitated for a slight second, “Are you…. ” “Yes?” she urged. “I know you’re not a native speaker, and … this ìs Shakespeare,” he chuckled, “are you able to follow?” Charlotte playfully cocked her right brow, before reciting :

O, reason not the need! Our basest beggars Are in the poorest thing superfluous. Allow not nature more than nature need. Man’s life is cheap as beast’s.

A hearty laugh escaped his lips before her excused himself for even daring to think the opposite of her. Charlotte blushed as she credited her mother matter-of-factly. In his mind Tom was pleased to take note that she wasn’t just charming and kind, her intelligence might just give him a run for his money .

2. Through the second part both him and her were entranced within the world of King Lear. Only once was his attention brought back to her, when he noticed Charlotte discretely wiped a tear out of the corner of her eye. His gaze drooped down to the hand that lay in her lap and he wondered if he should – just momentarily - place his hand over hersor would she consider that inappropriate? He opted to do so anyway. The palm of his hand rested on the back of her hand, the tips of his long fingers softly caressing the soft cobalt-blue textile in the process. He had admired her and her dress the moment she’d walked over to him yet didn’t feel comfortable enough to compliment her on it. Tom was rewarded with her surprised smile and – he guessed - a hint of a blush. His thumb tenderly stroked the back of her hand, his fingertips curled along hers, gently drawing them in for a soft squeeze before both parties retreated.

All first dates should be held in a theatre, he mused, in surroundings that demanded soft touches and silent whispers. Where you were perfectly allowed, even expected to lean in close to show consideration to your date and, at the same time, were able to subtly take note of each other’s behaviour both consciously and subconsciously. The way she smells, the way she smiles, discovering what moves her and what shocks her, … but this wasn’t a first date now was it?

It was around the end of the play when Charlotte softly placed her hand on his arm. Tom gladly and curiously leant her his ear.

“Where’s Edmund?” she whispered. “Who?” “Edmund,” she emphasized, before adding with clear hesitation, “the son of the Count?” “That’s Edgar, love,” a soft smile crept across his lips, happy to be of assistance. “Oh,” was all that escaped her lips before she moved away in silence, but still in complete disarray. “He’s in disguise in this scene. The one they call Tom of Bedlam,” Tom leaned close as he subtly pointed towards the actor on stage, “there.” “Oooh yes,” she apologized, “sorry about that.” “That’s alright,” he whispered in her ear with a soft smile.

She smelled of jasmine, musk and a touch of vanilla.

3. When the applause had died down at the end of the play, after asking whether or not she had enjoyed the play, yet again, Charlotte had confessed to Tom that she, in fact, did lose track somewhere around the end. But her knowledge of the story was enough to guide her on. Somewhat. They shared an amused smile.

Charlotte followed his lead as Tom graciously guided her out into the hallway. She observed him exchanging pleasantries with plenty familiar faces that were unknown to her. Not that this would come as a surprise. Charlotte was the odd one out here, in this environment. She moved in different circles than Tom.

She felt herself fade into the background but was all the more flattered when she unexpectedly heard Tom whisper quietly into her ear if she - perhaps - wanted to go out for drinks. With him. Together.

Oh yes, gladly.

They had barely set foot outside when some fans had caught wind of his presence. A group of young women had laid eyes upon Tom, yet Charlotte’s presence seemed to have gone by unnoticed. For which she was thankful. Charlotte observed the group making their way towards their favourite actor - curious for his review of the play, secretly hoping for a selfie or an autograph, a handshake or perhaps a kiss on the cheek.

Tom withdrew his hand that rested on the small of her back and swiftly locked eyes with her. “I am sò sorry,” he apologized in advance.

“That’s alright, duty calls. I completely understand,” Charlotte shook her head, adamant to make clear she wouldn’t expect anything less from a public persona such as him to want to make some time for his admirers.

Truth be told, Charlotte had been quite surprised to run into this fine man again. Pleasantly surprised, let that be clear. But now that she was out of the comfort zone of the Theatre, where your interaction was per definition restricted to silence and maybe a stolen whisper here or there, she now became very aware of the fact that her mind was in turmoil as to how she ought to compose herself around him. So there she stood, right next to him, suddenly a bit tongue-tied, a bit apprehensive. It was a blessing and a curse at the same time.

How oddly conflicting, she thought. About 10 days ago she had thoroughly enjoyed his company. And as it became apparent back then, the feeling was mutual. They were both mature enough to quickly express to one another that ‘the incident’ that ensued later that night was a silly, yet quite pleasurable, occurrence. And though Charlotte couldn’t speak for him, shé had moved along just nicely … up until the point those blue eyes looked into hers again earlier this evening. And when Tom had thoughtfully placed his hand on hers earlier that night, something inside of her stirred. Little sparks of electricity.

My god, I’ve been one the road alone for too long, she’d cursed to herself.

“Thank you for a lovely evening,” Charlotte added swiftly as she was certain that he would surely take this opportunity to end his evening with her.

“No,” he stood corrected, much to her surprise, “don’t leave just yet.”

Tom continued with a quickly spoken whisper, “would you be willing to take a taxi and ask the driver to drop you off at ‘The last call’?” he paused, “I will find you.”

It sounded like a promise. Charlotte chuckled and rolled her eyes, questioning whether he was at all serious. Apparently he was. And he did find her at ‘the last call’, an establishment that looked like a plain brown pub but in fact disclosed quite a picturesque garden.

She opted to sit at the very end of the garden, far away from the door opening where waiters rushed to and fro as they waited on the clientele. It was also the perfect place to offer her an almost panoramic view over the terrace and allowing her to spot his silhouette promenading down to where she was.

He stood tall and elegant as he strolled down casually. It was as if in the last half hour a cloak had fallen from his shoulders and suddenly the Tom she’d gotten to know earlier that month emerged again. It immediately eased her mind.

And when Tom slid onto the chair right across hers, Charlotte could no longer hide her amusement.

“This is all very MI6, I must confess,” she shook her tilted head. Her eyes sparkled in good humour, triggering a chuckle from him.

“I know,” he gestured, “and I apologize once more. Thank you for obliging with me. It’s not really my style to order people around.”

He ordered an Old Fashioned and huddled over it when he confessed he truly was delighted to see her again. She smiled and returned the compliment.

It wasn’t a lie.

4. London had been groaning under a heat wave for days now. Even at night the temperatures didn’t really drop as long as one would. Like Tom, Charlotte craved for the crisp fresh air. Leaving ‘The Last Call’ they aimlessly wandered about in London, until stumbling across Hyde Park and the Kensington Gardens where a plethora of trees provided cool and fresh air.

Tom pulled the cap of his hoodie over his head tucking his gorgeous curls away. He flashed her a broad and hearty smile as he did just that. That smile melted her, time and time again. That hoodie however… She raised one eyebrow before shaking her head under a soft chuckle, “it’s probably about 21°C in the middle of the night. If I were you I’d be melting…”

“… so all of this because you took on a case that stirred up national interest?” Tom continued his questioning. He was curious, intrigued and interested.

A bitter laugh escaped her lips.

“I take it this is not what you wanted then?”

Charlotte vehemently shook her head, “not really no. The case, yes. The attention, no. I feel there is a sense of privacy and serenity that has to be respected in these situations. It shouldn’t matter who the requesting party is. At the end of the day we’re all flesh and blood, aren’t we?”

“Still, you did choose to step into the limelight…” He didn’t mean it in a harsh or hurtful way. It was a mere realisation

“True,” she paused, “but only because I felt I did not have a choice anymore. There was so much slander coming at me, I hàd to stand up and speak up. Do you know what I mean?” she frowned and shook her head, “of course you know what I mean…”

He nodded while his lips curved themselves into a small smile, “But apparently you struck a nerve with the public.”

“It would appear so…”

It still left Charlotte astounded how the public had reacted to her first public interview. There was still some defamation to her address, but suddenly the sensitive topic was out in the open and it got people talking. And not necessarily in a negative way. The public craved for information and suddenly Charlotte’s work and vision became a point of interest. Before she realised it she was invited at several international conferences to debate about end-of-life decisions and assistance and to share her experiences. It was mind-boggling, flattering and scary.

Her father was beyond proud. The partners at her firm were very positive and encouraged her to accept the invitations that were being extended to her, and to engage in the offers that were being made to her. Besides, it wasn’t as if she had a partner or family of her own that demanded her presence back home. In all fairness, after ‘separating’ from her husband the previous year Charlotte had easily slipped into her own little comfort zone. Any friend of her could (and would) vouch that Charlotte was outgoing and spontaneous, empathic and enthusiastic. But she had kept her heart locked. Much to the frustration of her closest friends. Maybe that was the final trigger that urged Charlotte to embraced this sudden unknown path that stretched before her with her arms open wide, but with quite some trepidation.

“And here you are,” Tom added quietly. It almost sounded redundant.

“Here I am,…”

Tom’s eyes met hers again. He nodded with a soft smile.

“I’m glad you are. Here.”

Charlotte smiled, feeling her apprehension rise at the sudden silence in the conversation.

Start talking.

Start talking. Now.

Any minute now.

“And I’m flattered beyond words for this opportunity really, it’s quite surreal. But it feels right. As if I’m doing something that matters, you know?” she nervously babbled on until she caught Tom, standing still next to her, smiling at her absent-mindedly.

“I’m sorry,” she shook her head with a smile, “we ought to talk about more pleasant things,”

“Don’t be. You’re passionate about your work. I like that.”

“What are you working on?” she insisted

“Nothing,” he answered truthfully.

“Sounds wonderful,” she couldn’t resist a good tease .

“It is though,” he chuckled, “there’s no one monopolising my schedule, so for once I have ‘the gift of time’, to catch up with family, friends. That was long overdue to be honest. Reading books, slowly going through some scripts,”

“Want to trade places with me for a day?”

He dropped his head back and lead out a hearty laugh.

Their conversation ran without effort, alternating small talk, an in-depth discussion, trivial jokes and random thoughts. Time seemed to fly by. One loop in the park was followed by another, and another, and another. Until…

“Well, this is my stop,” Charlotte pointed towards the hotel across the park, “I should head back. Get some sleep.”

“Right, you’re speaking at the Conference tomorrow. I think?”

Charlotte sighed, “don’t remind me…”

“You’ll be fine,” he assured her.

She nodded quietly, “I hope so.”

“Shall I walk you up?”

“I’m not sure if that’s a good plan, I know you like your privacy. I’ll just cross the street myself, leave you in the mystery of the park,”

She slanted her head, “so thank you for a wonderful evening. It was nice seeing you again.”

“Likewise, it was erm.. nice catching up with you. For lack of a better word.”

As Charlotte bid him farewell she felt unsure on how she should behave. She settled for a casual kiss on the cheek, which he kindly returned. His arms closed around to hold her in a tender hug, a gesture she gladly accepted. Her hand unconcernedly ran over his back in a reassuring caress. He smelled of some expensive citrusy cologne. His scent was dizzying, his embrace heart-warming that had Charlotte biting her lip out of remorse for not being able to keep him there longer.

Say good night, not goodbye.

“Good night Tom,” she murmured into his arms.

“Good night Charlotte,” he replied into her soft hair, the scent of her flowery shampoo sending his mind into a trip down memory lane. As he released her from his hug, he held on to her hand a little while longer, giving it a soft squeeze before wishing her a pleasant night as she made her leave

“Charlotte?”

“Yeah?” she spun around curiously.

“Good luck tomorrow…”

A warm smile, “thank you.”

A gust of wind swept up her long hair; she tucked the loose strands behind her ear before checking traffic. He watched her a little while longer as she made her way across the road towards her hotel and out of his life. Intelligent, grounded, feminine. He smiled. Never in a million years would he have guessed how bittersweet this very moment could make him feel.

Silly me, he cursed himself, I’ve been on the road for too long…

#tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston x ofc #simple_things

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aesjae · 5 years

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nct 2018 as high schoolers

Style/ Genre: Headcanon/ - Word Count: 2,944 Date Posted: 2 Nov 2018

*i wrote this with nct being in an asian senior high school in mind* (i’m asian so i’m not very sure about the western high school system :-( )

Taeil

the quiet high schooler

the one that you’ll always find in the music room practising after school

shy and quiet around those he doesn’t know well

but really weird with his friends

somebody you can always hear humming to some random tune when you pass by him in the hallways

but he only dares to sing as soulfully as he can when he’s alone or with his friends at karaoke

the one who will voluntarily and wordlessly share his food with you when you have no money at lunch

not in any extracurriculars as he dedicates his time to practising

doesn’t socialise much but still has a circle of good friends

works as hard as other students in class but doesn’t put too much pressure on himself

generally cheerful (in a quiet way)

takes weird ass selfies and photos with his friends cue the questionable poses

that high school friend you create embarrassing high school moments with

Johnny

s o c i a l b e e

knows almost everybody in the cohort, and a good number of seniors too

has at least 4 friends in each class that he personally knows

in several extracurriculars such as choir and basketball

he would sometimes be a guest player for his friends performing for showcases/ talent shows

playing on the piano or doing a duet

friendly to everyone

greets everybody that he knows in the hallways, including teachers

a literal sunflower

radiates sunshine everywhere and brightens up people’s days

that classmate who would go up to you and ask what’s wrong when you look down, even if you’re not close to him

hangs out with friends after school/ after school activities at the nearby fast food restaurant/ diner

when you don’t see him going around being social, you might find him in an empty, quiet corner in school listening to music on his earpiece

student DJ for prom and other in-school events

Taeyong

another quiet high schooler, though not as much as taeil

takes care of everyone

literally the mom of the class

friendly with everyone but has a small group of close knitted friends

shy baby when with classmates/ batch mates he doesn’t really know

cares about his grades, though does not overly pressurise himself to excel

the kind of classmate/ friend you would admire for his ability to juggle his time well, despite the hectic high school life

helps you out in homework whenever you ask

this kindness may sometimes get exploited by horrible classmates >:-(

can be rebellious and mischievous at times but generally a good student

you might find him sleeping at his desk during some lunch breaks

gets several love letters in his locker every week

probably never tried rapping before his friend introduced it to him, which he finds out he can rap fire

Yuta

that classmate/ friend who smiles radiantly at you whenever you see each other in and outside of school

likes to sling his bag on one shoulder

can hear him whistling to tunes along the hallway or at the field

in soccer club

quite well known within his cohort for his bright and outgoing nature

friends with a commendable number of people

that high schooler whose name you can hear people calling down the hallway

“Yuta-kun!!”

playful student

the kind that would crack in class jokes, making the class, and sometimes the teacher, laugh

but he may also get detention for such harmless jokes by stricter teachers

gets in trouble sometimes for not handing in his work on time

can find him on the soccer fields practising drills after school

Kun

model student

class president

the father among his friends

that student you can find going around class checking in on everybody and giving any help to those that need in

be it academics or just in need of company

attains good grades but always humble

teachers would really like him

brings his own cooked food for lunch and shares with his friends

you can also find him in the music room alone playing the piano during some breaks

the classmate who cooks the meat at class BBQ outings and barbecues the meat really well

occasionally goes for supplementary culinary classes during school holidays

probably can find him at the library more than at the beach during summer break

that friend that gives a very comforting vibe

that classmate that you count always count for a listening ear or shoulder

shows his classmates random magic tricks in class

Doyoung

that high schooler who’s full of s a s s

doesn’t rebut teachers but makes really smart comments that leave teachers unable to respond

but behind that sass he would be a very friendly schoolmate

his motherly side shows up with his really close friends

but takes care of his other classmates well too

would rather be playing mobile games than going out in the sun to play with his friends during breaks

would probably start singing randomly regardless of where he is, he doesn’t really care

strict and uptight teachers may give him detention for singing in the hallways

doyoung would probably fake a sorry and roll his eyes after turning around

starts studying only 2 weeks before exams but still fairs well

if he were to be in an extracurricular, he would start up a “sleep and do nothing” club in school

which proposal gets rejected, obviously

judges his friends for doing weird ass shits but laughs and joins in afterwards

Ten

another high schooler that is full of s a s s

in dance club

if you don’t find him in his rightful classrooms, he would probably be in the dance studio or somewhere in the school garden taking a nap

every time he excuses himself to the toilet it would be commemorated with mirror selfies

which are posted on instagram: “in school but not in class 🤪”

doesn’t pay attention to class a lot or very attentively as he gets bored easily (ten’s bored ass face when watching the couple dance on hit the stage)

doodles on his textbooks and notebooks instead

which turn out to be masterpieces btw

occasionally goes to the gymnasium to do gymnastics or play basketball when he’s bored

probably gets called by teachers a lot for his piercings

lowkey student rebel

very funny and entertaining classmate

would casually raise dirty jokes to his friends and laugh himself

would suddenly start laughing in class when he uses his phone secretly

many classmates may suspect he has a girlfriend but it would just be his sister

mischievously talks about being able to watch mature movies when they become of age

Jaehyun

f l o w e r b o y

popular, even among seniors and juniors

would probably receive tons of love and confession letters, especially during his birthday (aka valentine’s)

in basketball club

probably has a lot of admirers who come and watch him during basketball matches

performs for showcases

draws even more fans that swoon over not just his visuals, but also his vocals

cares about his grades and actually fairs better than average

would study on days without basketball practice and after practices

despite his popularity and good academics, he stays humble and easygoing

centre of envy of many people for being an all-rounder

doesn’t really gym but maintains quite a good body due to basketball

like johnny, he would be well-liked by many, including teachers

can find him at the library or bookstore on weekends

maybe sometimes at a nearby cafe reading a book with coffee

Winwin

quiet classmate

but not very shy

doesn’t speak much in class or to his friends but loves to roast his friends

writes nonsensical stuff on his friends’ books when he’s bored in class

“hahahaha lol i’m bored”

“你知道我是谁吗？我是董思成!!” ( “do you know who i am? i am dong si cheng!!” )

random doodles too

might whisper random jokes about the teacher or something into his tablemate’s ear, causing them to laugh out loud

resulting in both of them getting into trouble

not as popular as taeyong or jaehyun but still fairly known in school for his visuals

that classmate who is innocent but also knows sufficient information on certain topics

yet still pretends to be innocent and pure

in traditional dance club

performs frequently on stage for dance

subject of admiration among many schoolmates for his dance skills and awesome flexibility wtp

that classmate/ friend that you feel like always feel like taking care of

Jungwoo

fairly quiet classmate

but also very hype when he's high af!!

that classmate that supports and hype you up whenever you're feeling down or anxious before examinations/ competitions

that friend that makes you feel like smiling along with him whenever you see him in school, even if you were feeling terrible before

such a supportive friend that would even cry when he sees his friends doing well in school/ competitions

proud father maybe

has a small crush on the cute teacher

which you can catch staring dreamily at during their class (staring at mark)

and he would blush really badly

would agree to participate in weird and embarrassing stuff with you

that friend you talk to past midnight on a school night and go to school hella tired with no regrets

comes to school with bedhair sometimes when he’s running late

often entertains the class because of how blur and confused he is

tries his hardest in everything he does, including academics and non-academics

often participates in community involvement

Lucas

l o u d a f

definitely can hear him from across the school field

in volleyball/ baseball/ fencing maybe (?)

jock

but he would be nowhere arrogant

very very hyped all the time

not all that good of a student (but he still tries)

class clown!!

takes lots of pictures of himself and puts up on social media (those several half-naked pictures of teenage yukhei tho)

has fun on weekends instead of studying at home

easygoing and outgoing

likes to jokingly flirt with his friends

gets eye candied by several of his schoolmates

if you don’t hear his voice, it would be a big exception

he would probably be asleep on his table or jamming quietly to loud music on his headphones

might have a reputation among the student body to be a jerk or playboy but is actually a real softie and sweetie

P.S. would look great in school uniform

Mark

omg the king of mirror selfies since elementary school

look through his social media account and you would be able to witness the revolution of his mirror selfies from elementary to high school

continues to take mirror selfies with his friends on days that he is unusually extremely smiley and happy

likes to sit by the window seat in class and strum his guitar softly

sometimes accompanied with some of his soft vocals

well-liked by classmates and teachers

would start writing self-composed lyrics on his notebook when he’s bored in class

would be in an indie band with some of his friends

performs for school and town events

would also take study time off to perform for church events

probably cannot hear him as audibly as lucas but if you are lucky you might hear his laughter from down the corridor

might forget his whole pencil case to school sometimes smh

groans otw to science classes

knows education is important but groans otw to school, in school, after school anyways

excited to get out of school to get ice cream

Renjun

probably won’t really look like a high schooler cause s m o l

you would probably find a lot of moomin doodles in his books

a lot of moomin related stuff, though not excessive

maybe like moomin keychains, including a moomin plushie keychain on his bag, moomin phone case etc.

some mean classmates may tease him for it but a lot of others would think it’s completely fine and some may find it really cute too

an attentive student, as compared to the rest of the members (especially the dreamies)

probably takes one of the centre seats in class to get a good view of the board

doesn’t really answer questions in class but participates actively in class activities

people consult him for help in studies

roasts his friends a lot of the time

loves his friends but also want to strangle them and leave school to be away from them most of the time

video games at home/ friend’s home over high school parties

enjoys going to karaoke and dancing with friends

in art club

Jeno

another high school model

well-liked, not just cause of his looks but also his personality

teachers a d o r e him (so do every other student)

that student that always volunteers to help teachers out, even teachers he doesn’t know

low-key likes to embarrass his friends by correcting wrong stuff they say

good in Physical Education

plays sports with his classmates/ friends after school frequently

at the start of his first year in high school he would’ve been actively scouted by many extracurriculars

chooses to be in modelling club eventually

both a model and an assistant photographer

though he would prefer taking photos for leisure

also in volleyball club

possibly a spiker

juggles studies, extracurricular, family and social life well

commendable grades, slightly above average

tags along with his best friend and classmate jaemin everywhere

only has books and extra clothing in his locker

doesn’t really hang any keychains or anything on his bag; going to school style rather simple

dances for talent shows and does well despite not being in dance club

Haechan

giggly classmate

giggles at a lot of stuff that his teachers or classmates say

especially giggly during sexuality education lessons

likes to joke around with his classmates and teachers

thus making him quite close to his classmates overall and several teachers

very dramatic

exaggerates stuff in the textbooks/ the content being taught

making the class laugh a lot ofc

very outgoing, probably knows most of the people in his cohort

likes to use his phone secretly in class to text funny messages to his friends

looks forward to music class the most (apart from lunch)

random dance play with his friends during lunch, sometimes attracting a crowd

in choir

gets solos several times throughout his high school life

not a very attentive student but picks up and learns stuff realllyy quickly

his teachers and classmates would be shocked but how well he did despite not really studying

can’t wait to graduate but when he does, he gets super nostalgic

internally weeps over how he wouldn’t be able to see most of his friends again

Jaemin

wee u wee u

“nA NAAAAAAAA”

you will probably hear chen le’s voice calling jaemin eVery mOrning when he arrives in school

ryan plushie keychain on his bag, ryan phone case

comes to school with a cup of iced americano in hand

bag relatively light as he would have most of his books in the locker

locker would have pictures of him and his family and his friends

outgoing though not extremely social

in community service extracurricular

mainly visits children or elderly homes

and everybody in the homes would adore him, excited for his next arrival

average scoring student

does his weird random dances whenever he scores better than expected

accidentally flirts with everybody

female, male classmates, teachers, staff, the school cat

likes to squeeze onto one seat with his friends, especially those that sit beside the window, trapping them

usually goes to prom without a date; has fun at prom with his own friends

still dresses well for prom tho

takes the opportunity to confess to his crush during his final year prom

whom nobody actually really knew was his crush because i mean he flirts... with... almost everybody.......

Chen Le

wow this boy

even if he does not know everybody, everybody would know him

but for various reasons ofc

one is definitely because he is loud af

you can probably hear him from 20m away, 25m if he’s laughing

would always see him smiling or laughing whenever you pass by him in school

would have modest looking school supplies despite his well-off background

can probably see him playing basketball with his friends at least once or twice a week

maybe only him shooting hoops alone once in a while too

dramatic in class and everywhere else

teachers know him as the other half of dramatic brothers, along with haechan, despite being in different grades

looks forward to music classes and aces them

in choir

bass to soprano easy peasy

likes to watch horror movies with his friends on schools nights

scares them afterwards and leaves them insomniac the whole night while he sleeps soundly

sends his friends really hyped and encouraging messages before examinations/ competitions

has more gaming sessions than study sessions with classmates/ friends

Jisung

our youngest park jisunggggg

surprised by how old he already is when he first starts high school

an awkward child knowing new classmates

probably spends the first few days of the first year himself quietly, in a corner of the classroom ( big child sits at the back row )

sips on his packeted orange juice as he watches his classmates drink coffee

eventually warms to classmates but still remain relatively quiet

classmates would like to tease him but he would roast them back

in dance club

known to be one of the best dancers in dance

dances for many in and outside school events

quiet demeanour changes once he is on stage dancing

schoolmates go crazy and become his fans after seeing him dancing

shy puppy when he receives compliments from his schoolmates

respectful and friendly to everybody

bows to all the staff and teachers

blushes when juniors call him ‘oppa’

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It shouldn’t be like this!

My interest in a TV show shouldn’t depend on whether the main actors are together or not. So why do I see my interest in Outlander decrease so much if it turns out that Sam/Cait aren’t together and all their interactions have only been for PR purposes and to sell the show? IMO it is all their own fault. I have only been in this fandom since August 2017 but I have catched up and seen interactions between them from the earlier years too. What I have seen is two people who care deeply for each other and have a great relationship whatever that relationship really is. They are always happy in each other’s company and always bring out the best in each other. To think that was all for show breaks my heart and makes me angry. There are ways to promote a show without looking lovey dovey. Did they do it so much that it in the end became unbearable and that’s the reason for IFH? No, for now I don’t believe that. Did Sam/Cait have something going on but then Cait got cold feet and turned to Tony instead? Maybe but right now I won’t believe that either.

If Cait has been with Tony for so long she should have been honest about it from the very beginning and not behave the way she has been doing with Sam. I have yet to see her looking at Tony the way she looks at Sam and I have yet to see Tony look at Cait like he loves her and not look disinterested. Some of you will say “they are saving that for their private life” but they couldn’t even bother to look in love in the pictures from Cait’s friends during their trip to Australia during New Years. That was also when they supposedly just had gotten engaged. Do not come with the excuse that “he is shy” because we know he isn’t and Cait couldn’t look more ridiculous when she said that on the Irish talk show in February.

As a shipper the whole Oz trip is something I just want to erase from my head, we saw a Cait who had become a completely different person, someone who had always been so private about her “boyfriend” and whereabouts suddenly flaunted him to the world and gave info about every location she visited. I couldn’t believe it, this wasn’t the Cait I had gotten to know. Something was fishy and I could smell it from afar. Then there was the IFTA when she forgot to thank the Outlander people for her award, when she said “he’s shy” about Tony when we know he isn’t, when she staged a pap walk in Dublin and finally when she went on a blocking spree. What stood out was that she blocked people that weren’t particularly insulting, they simply questioned her actions and many were fans that had donated to her charity. She made herself look like a liar and a fool. I also felt sorry for her because for being a newly engaged woman she certainly didn’t look very happy, she looked stressed and her eyes were dead. I still look at pictures of her from GG this year and they break my heart. I don’t believe she was sick then, because if you are sick with the flu then you don’t eat a big meal of junk food like she tweeted she did after the gala.

As for Sam and MM, I don’t believe in that relationship and I probably never will. Simply because he never looks really happy in her company, the difference is HUGE when he is with her compared to when he is with Cait. Then we have to add that they barely see each other, maybe just a couple of days every two or three months or maybe not even that since much of it is only innuendo. I don’t believe that every picture of them is photoshop though. I have made it quite clear that I find the possibility of Sam being gay bigger than him being with MM. But since many of his reactions to Cait don’t mirror the ones of a gay man I don’t think he is gay either, maybe bi at the most. But enough of speculating about Sam’s sexuality. I also don’t believe MM and Cait are friends, most certainly not and we got proof of that at the SDCC 2017. Cait has only recently started to “like” her Twitter posts and only to make the Sam/MM relationship more believable (big fail!)

If Cait has been with Tony for all these years, why does she keep bantering with Sam the way she does on SM? Some say it is to raise money for their charities and keep up the interest for the show and I am sure that’s right but there is no need to talk about black baws or playing up the sexual innuendo for that. Then she goes liking tweets saying Tony draw the lemon for her. TBH I have no idea if it was him or Sam just like I have no idea if it is Sam’s fist that it is in Cait’s bed because I wasn’t around then. But the way they, and especially Cait, are playing with all sides now is exhausting and doesn’t do them any favors. It only makes them look like manipulators. I believe that they deep inside are good people though.

If Sam/Cait are the real couple here I don’t think it’s only TPTB that wants us to believe they are with others, I think they themselves are in for it too it although we sometimes see Sam slip (Valentine’s Day pancakes, “We are together” etc). Cait is clearly the bigger player in that game (the “engagement”, liking a tweet suggesting the lemon was drawn by Tony, pap walk in Dublin) There is something they (S/C, STARZ, Lionsgate) want to hide, the big question is what and we might never find out.

To me, it would have been easier to accept Cait’s engagement and relationship with Tony if she and Sam had only been honest from the beginning and not behave the way they have done. It would have been easier to accept Cait’s engagement if she actually looked happy with Tony the way she looks with Sam and Tony looked like he was actually into her. It would have been easier if we didn’t notice the small touches we weren’t supposed to see. It would have been easier if it was Tony and not Sam that Rosie Day hoped treated Cait like a queen on her birthday in 2016. It would have been easier if we didn’t have Sam every now and then insinuating that he is with her (despite having a “girlfriend” on the other side of the pond) and Cait then always trying to prove the opposite. It would have been easier if they didn’t stage a Cait/Tony pap walk and a pap walk right in the middle of a city where there are never any paps ever. It would have been easier if we didn’t have Sam grabbing her bum during the Emmy panel photo call. It would have been easier if Sam hadn’t said “We are together” and looking so happy while saying that. It would have been easier if they so often didn’t have matching SM times even when they have time off. It would have been easier if we didn’t see a woman with a haircut VERY similar to Cait’s in the background of Sam’s marathon selfie. It would have been easier if Eddie didn’t look at Sam with heart eyes. It would have been easier if I didn’t feel like Sam/Cait have lied to us all this time through their actions if the engagement is true.

One last thing: People thinking Sam could be doing drugs really upsets me! He has been doing night shoots, running a marathon with another one coming up, probably hadn’t had enough sleep and now went to NY to attend some party (parties?) with some heavy jetlag. If MM shows up with him soon then well, no wonder he looks the way he does.

Sorry for rambling but I hope at least some of it makes sense.

#sam x cait #samcait

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Into The Trees, You and Me (Larry Stylinson Fan Fiction)

Hello, this is my first ever fan fiction so sorry if It’s rubbish! Harry and Louis walk their dog Clifford and ‘rest’ by a waterfall. It’s affectionate and there is smut (explicit) but the whole story is pretty cute! (4100 words)

INTO THE TREES, YOU AND ME

“Come on, love” Louis whispers as he holds out his hand.

Harry takes it, muttering “Oops, clumsy pup” as he turns around to check on Clifford, whilst simultaneously tripping over a loose stone.

“Harold, are you talking about our dog or yourself?”

“Oh, fuck off!” Harry giggles happily and entwines their fingers as they stroll along the woodland path.

Louis mock gasps, holding his hand to his chest “Harold, do not speak like that in front of Clifford!”

Harry smiles fondly at his ridiculous husband and their equally ridiculous dog. “What, our baby?”

“Yes, of course.” Louis replies, seriously. “My only baby.”

Though a sudden laugh escapes Harry lips, he quickly pouts and frowns. “I thought I was your only baby” he grumbles, blinking his green eyes as innocently as possible.

Louis mock scowls “Now I’m gonna be the one telling you to fuck off.”

“Stop that right now, Louis. We need to be setting a good example for our Clifford” Harry laughs, in mock disgrace, as he watches their big clumsy dog scampering off up the rocks ahead.

“Ohh I don’t see you setting much of an example with this very tasteful outfit you’ve chosen today!” Louis teases, as he steps back to scan up and down Harry’s legs with a raised eyebrow. He’s wearing shorts that are probably far too short, probably a little too tight, and probably completely inappropriate, but because it’s Harry, they somehow work and they somehow look amazing.

Of course.

Harry has a tendency to think he’s a lot smaller than he actually is. Much like their dog, Clifford, actually. Also, Harry is a total exhibitionist and a borderline naturist. Everyone knows that.

“Excuse me Louis but it’s a hot day and I don’t see you complaining” Harry smirks as he seductively tugs at the neck of his loose vest, to run a hand slowly down his chest and peeks at Louis sinfully from over his shoulder.

“Oh my god, do not fucking start!” Louis grins as he throws a stick for Clifford to chase. “Or I’ll throw you into that water along with this stick!”

Harry’s eyes light up mischievously. “Oh! So you want me wet do you, Lou?” He jokes playfully as he walks nearer the river and moves his curls out of his eyes.

Louis follows him, smiling and gently rubbing his arm. “You’re an absolute disgrace.”

Harry throws a stick back to Clifford who is now splashing about in the water, having the time of his life. Harry laughs at the silly dog and turns around to face Louis with a dimpled smile. “You love it, though.”

Louis breaks from admiring the trees reaching around them. “Yes.” He smiles up to his boy. “Yes. I do.”

Harry places a gentle hand on Louis’ hip and steps nearer to him, so the toes of their shoes are touching. He leans down slightly and kisses Louis lovingly on the lips. Louis mirrors him, lightly wrapping his hand around Harry’s waist to kiss him back. They rest their foreheads together and smile at each other, giggling slightly before kissing a few more times.

“Come on, Cliff!” Louis calls happily as he beckons the dog out of the river and back onto the path. Clifford obediently runs up to his dads, panting enthusiastically with his tongue hanging out of his mouth, as he shakes off his wet fur.

One of the reasons Louis loves Clifford so much, besides having someone to care for when he’s away from his sisters, and someone to cuddle when Harry’s not around, is the fact that Clifford is actually just the dog version of Harry. Beautiful, brunette, curly, clumsy, cute, cuddly, cheeky, loveable, much bigger than he thinks, and of course, makes Louis smile.

He hasn’t told Harry this of course. It would flatter him far too much, and Louis would never hear the end of it.

It’s not because he worries that this would strengthen Clifford’s bond with Harry over his, and that Harry might become the favourite parent.

Not at all.

Nope.

Harry pats Clifford affectionately on the head then squirms at the muddy water that still clings to his fur. “Erghh” he laughs and wipes his hand on his shorts. “You big mess, Cliff!”

Louis fonds at his curly haired boys, shaking his head. “We’ll have to give him a bath when we get home.”

“WE!?” Harry questions over his shoulder, raising an eyebrow and smiling adoringly, as the three of them carry on walking up the leafy path.

“Yes, we!” Louis replies, attempting to frown. “Just throw him in the pool, Haz, he’ll be fine.” He jokes, as he ruffles Clifford’s thick, soggy fur.

Harry barks out a loud laugh. “Absolutely not.”

“What!?” Louis squeaks.

Harry rolls his eyes and reaches for his husband’s hand so they are back to walking closely side by side. “We have to swim in there, Lou. No way is Cliff getting in when he’s this mucky.”

The pair chuckle and shake their heads, breathing out contented sighs as they scramble up the path.

The walk continues like this.

Sun filtering through the gaps in the leaves, making the forest floor golden. The light dances against Harry and Louis, illuminating their tanned skin and falling in shadows across their features.

They both look gorgeous.

As always.

The path continues to wind and dip beside the river. Clifford jumps after rainbows made when the sun catches in sparkles in the little waterfalls that mark the route.

Harry and Louis peacefully drift in and out of chat, commenting on the plants and insects around them, asking nonsensical questions about nature, that neither of them know the answers to but still pretend that they do.

The boys share funny stories about stupid things that them and their friends have done over the years. Stories the other hasn’t heard before, and in-jokes that keep being told but are still funny. Memories from before they belonged to each other, before they’d ever met, and memories which are theirs and will always be theirs.

They make a mental note to invite Liam and Niall round for another BBQ soon, they talk about their families and say a cheery hello to the other walkers who very occasionally come past. They stop every now and again for kisses and stupid selfies. To help untangle Clifford from whatever mess he’s gotten into, and for Louis to tease Harry as he climbs up onto log piles to get that perfect artistic photo.

“You’ll thank me when my book is published and half the photos are of you!” Harry shouts as he skips after Louis and delicately removes his boy’s cap, to place a green fern leaf into his fluffy hair, and comb stray strands out of his eyes. “Stunning” Harry admires, proudly. “Beautiful.” He cups Louis’ chin and gently lifts it with his thumb to bow down and kiss him sweetly on the tip of his nose. “Don’t pretend you don’t love being my muse, boo” he flirts.

Crinkles crease around the edges of Louis’ eyes as he beams and dashes off with Clifford to pick out some pink flowers to softly weave into Harry’s hair. Louis brushes the edges of Harry’s face and, playfully squeezing his cheeks together, gives him a sloppy little kiss, before coiling a shiny curl round his finger and watching it spring back behind Harry’s ear. “So so pretty, baby” he coos, only half joking. “My princess.”

Before Harry has time to bask in his favourite compliment, Louis is twirling away from him again. “Race you to the big waterfall, Haz!”

Twelve limbs stumbling all on top of each other to the sound of breathless laughter and pants, flower crowns falling onto soft moss, claws scraping into the soil, rucksacks and tee shirts pulled over heads and flung to the ground. Harry, Louis and Clifford settle down on a rug in a little curve of rock-face just opposite the waterfall.

Closed off from the forest and away from the public steps, Harry nestles into Louis’ open arms, comfortably leaning his bare back against his husband’s bare chest and resting his arms over Louis’ knees, which cradle Harry on either side. One hand draws soft circles and hearts into the hair on Louis’ calf and the other caresses Louis’ arm, which is wrapped comfortingly around his waist.

Louis tangles kisses into Harry’s hair before resting his chin on the top of Harry’s head, the feeling of his boy’s curls is soft against his stubble, as the pair peacefully watch birds flutter around the noisy stream of water that crashes down onto the mossy rocks.

“Admiring the view, babe?” Louis teases into Harry’s ear. One of their many in-jokes.

“Always.” Harry replies, as he twists his arm beneath Louis’ to jokingly slap the edge of Louis’ bum. Harry leans forward to offer Clifford a dog chew and watch him excitedly carry it away a little further down the rocks and get stuck in.

He feels a gentle kick to his bum before Louis is launching himself at Harry, hands round his waist and pulling him back into his arms. A playful bite to Harry’s shoulder and quick kisses to his neck and jaw. “Mine” he whispers into Harry’s ear and he lays his boy onto the ground.

“Yours” Harry sighs, as he watches Louis clamber over his legs to straddle him and sit over his lap with a mischievous smirk, the sound of their happy laughter echoing against the rushing sound of the waterfall.

Harry pushes himself up onto the palms of his hands, lining his face nearer Louis’ to confidently look him in the eyes. “Behave Louis” he laughs. “Clifford is only young.”

Louis snorts out a loud laugh and buries his head into the crook of Harry’s shoulder, which is shaking slightly from his own laughter. Louis turns round to watch Clifford laying on his front, contentedly focused on battling with the chew toy held between his big paws. “He’s busy.” Louis says, as he holds his palm against Harry’s slightly flushed chest and softly pushes him back down to lay against the blanket and place his hands on either side of Harry’s head, so he’s leaning directly over him.

“Oh” Harry replies slowly, raising his eyebrows and smiling. He grips his man’s wrists and slowly brushes his hands up Louis arms till they sweep over his shoulders, dip into his collar bones then slide around the back of Louis neck, to hold him. Harry’s fingers stroke Louis’ hair and play with the longer strands that flick out slightly at the back, tugging lightly on one, as he uses his other hand to pull Louis’ face down towards his.

The boy’s faces are inches apart, looking at each other fondly with silent, knowing grins, green eyes meeting blue. Without breaking eye contact Louis dips his head slightly to the side and runs his nose along the side of Harry’s, who lifts his head up slightly to keen into the touch, and rub his nose back against Louis’. Harry parts his lips slightly, pushing them as near to Louis’ as he can without touching them. Teasing.

Louis isn’t one to let anyone win though, unless it comes to Harry of course. He leans back, momentarily breaking their closeness, before lightly running the tip of his nose along the soft pink seam between Harry’s lips. He looks Harry in the eyes one more time, a twinkle in his own as he watches the darkness spreading from Harry’s pupils, before he closes his eyes and takes Harry’s bottom lip between his own lips and kisses him properly.

Lifting his head up to kiss into Louis’ mouth, Harry holds Louis’ shoulders to bring his body down against his, as Louis cradles Harry’s head with one hand, and lays his other atop of Harry’s chest.

They kiss each other deeply. Open lips, wet, soft. Their heads lolling and chins resting against each other as Harry’s hands swim up and down Louis’ back and around his sides, tracing the back of his finger into the curve of Louis’ waist. Louis entwines his fingers through Harry’s growing curls and massages his scalp, letting his thumb run over the curve of Harry’s ear, as the waterfall gushes loudly beside them, irrelevant. A soft breeze tickles the boy’s skin, unnoticed.

Harry cups Louis’ chin to pull him nearer into a faster, more urgent kiss. A kiss that says there’s more. A kiss that leads somewhere.

And Louis knows.

He cups Harry’s neck, applying gentle pressure to the throat with his thumb, as his other hand leaves Harry’s hair to swipe quickly down his body and grab his hip, pulling it up so Harry’s legs bend and his knees grip at Louis’ sides, pushing him down harder onto his lap, as Louis begins to grind onto him.

Their kisses become sloppier and wetter, quicker, harder and more desperate, as they’re interrupted with breaths which escape their lips fast, as Harry thrusts up into Louis. Breathing heavier, Louis’ hands trace over Harry’s body and run down.

Down from his chest, down over his stomach and down onto his crotch, pressing his palm down hard onto the bulge beneath Harry’s little shorts, causing the fabric to stretch out around his already obvious erection.

It looks really hot.

God. Louis has always been so gone for this boy.

This adorable, cuddly, sweet, boy, with the face of an angel and a heart of pure gold, but who is also a complete exhibitionist and is shamelessly dirty.

Harry demands for Louis’ touch but is powerless to it, flirts outrageously with him but would do anything if Louis asked. He’s devilishly handsome, all long smooth legs and thick thighs, all the right muscle in all the right places, dark puffy lips and wide glossy eyes. He’s as hungry for Louis as Louis is for him, and it’s always been this way, since they were 16 and 18.

Harry is total filth and Louis fucking loves it.

Harry whines underneath him, his chest falling deep as he sighs out expletives into the hot air when Louis moves his fingers to grip around Harry’s hard penis through his shorts and tug it up and down slowly.

“Ah, fuck” Harry lets his head fall back while Louis palms him a few more times, letting out his own erotic ‘ah’ sounds as breathy encouragement, and because this is turning him on too.

Like it always does.

Harry has this beautiful boy grinding on him, touching him so good and he’s barely even started yet. Louis’ watching him with those blue eyes that have become all Harry can see, flicking his fringe back with an open mouth as his fingers lightly trail down his own chest, painfully slow, till he’s grabbing at his own crotch with a deep sigh.

It’s so hot and Harry can’t take it.

Louis is always too much and that’s just how he likes it. They’re in public in a fucking forest, their fucking dog is asleep right there and here is Louis straddling him, their hard dicks in his hands, with the filthiest, hottest look on his face.

God, he loves him.

“Ugh! Fuck, Louis” he pleads, leaning up to tug Louis’ shorts down and grab his husband’s hard cock. Louis gasps at the sudden contact and immediately pushes into Harry’s hand, which is twisting just beneath the head of his cock then tugging back down to the base, as he licks wet kisses into the hair on Louis’ chest.

“Ahh” Louis whispers his boy’s name with eyes tight shut as he pulls at Harry’s hair, then looks beneath him to push down Harry’s shorts and take him in his hand. “Mmmh, Lou. Yess” he feels Harry breathe against his skin as his hand squeezes around him.

The boys tangle in each other’s laps, thrusting into each other’s pumping fists, speaking in heavy sighs and loud moans and rushed, messy kisses.

“You first, babe” Louis sighs, as he takes Harry’s shoulders and gestures for him to lay on his back.

“Push me.”

Louis nearly chokes but he knows exactly what Harry’s like, and he can see it in his eyes. Trust and mischief and want.

Hands fanned out on Harry’s chest and looking him in the eye whilst he licks his lips, Louis pushes Harry to the ground.

Harry’s watching Louis in awe, cheeks flushed and pupils blown. He spreads his legs wide and grasps his own dick in his hands, his chest rising fast with each breath pouring out of his pretty lips. Mouth hung open and eyebrows knitted low.

Louis locks eyes with him, his own mouth open in an o shape and his brow furrowed, just from watching Harry. He wastes no time in settling between Harry’s legs, dragging his palms up soft thighs and sucking wet kisses into hot skin.

One of Louis’ hands reaches up to circle Harry’s soft, puffy nipple and tug it hard between his fingertips as his other hand moves to apply pressure to Harry’s abdomen, just below his tummy button. It sends tingles through Harry’s body, who’s still touching his dick and breathing out fast and low.

Louis leans down to lick up Harry’s dick, pressing his tongue down flat and wide, feeling Harry shiver beneath him. With his hands now holding Harry’s hips down firmly, Louis pushes Harry’s hand away from his cock using just his tongue. He weaves the pointed tip between Harry’s fingers until his flushed, hard dick lies heavy up his belly, and Louis licks a firm stripe up it, so it presses down harder on Harry’s stomach.

Harry hands are tangling up in his own hair as his back arches up from the ground.

Still only using his hands to circle into Harry’s hips, Louis presses the insides of his wet lips against the sensitive flesh of Harry’s foreskin, before sliding his lips to lock fully around Harry’s head and grip tightly enough to lift up Harry’s cock with just his mouth, and slide lower down.

Hollowing his cheeks to suck down further, Louis swirls his tongue up and down the shaft of Harry’s cock. “Oh my god. Oh god, Louis!” Harry breathes out as Louis begins to bob his head so his lips slide wetly up and down the head of Harry’s cock. “Oh god!” Harry breathes out as he watches Louis and tugs on tufts of his hair.

Louis swallows his mouth down till he almost chokes then slides his lips up to swirl around the sensitive tip. Licking and sucking Harry harder, Louis lets out a low “hmm” which vibrates beautifully against Harry’s dick, before he unwraps it from his mouth to start pumping the base fast with his hand. “Ah” Harry sighs loudly, as Louis purrs “Cum for me, babe.”

He positions his mouth open over Harry’s head so that with every thrust of his hand the sensitive tip of Harry’s cock hits against Louis’ wet tongue, fucking into it.

“Ah! Ah fuck, fuck” Harry breathes out “Lou that’s really hot.”

Louis holds his tongue down against Harry’s head as he writhes beneath Louis’ touch, breathing out little ah, ah, ah’s.

Louis keeps working Harry’s cock with his hand then swims his tongue across the sensitive tip of Harry’s cock and dips the pointed end of his tongue into Harry’s slit.

“AHH FUCK” Harry throws his head back, eyes tight shut and bearing his teeth, wincing with the sensitive pleasure, as his cock twitches.

Louis’ tongue is swirling fast over Harry’s head, mixing with leaking pre-cum and his own dripping saliva, as Harry pants fast and loud.

Louis’s hand works Harry’s base fast and squeezes as his lips vice around the top and drag up tightly towards the head.

“Fuck fuck FUCK” Harry winces as Louis squeezes his cock with his hand and his lips and presses his tongue into Harry’s slit again.

“YES!” Harry body juts up, thrusting his cock further into Louis’ hot mouth as his stomach flutters and convulses and his breath catches in his tightening chest, his legs shake as he sighs low and cums in Louis’ mouth.

Hot bursts of thick cum trickle down Louis’ throat as he sucks hard and swallows him down.

Louis licks Harry’s cock clean as he watches him laying back with lips hung wide open in rapture and his eyes glazed over, breathing heavily.

Harry rests his head to the ground, fluttering his eyelids shut and running lazy fingertips down his chest, sighing contentedly and dazed “ahh, Louis.”

“So so hot, babe” Louis comments, leaning over to meet their lips in a slow, dirty kiss.

Harry sighs into it, “Hmm.” He’s hazy from his orgasm but he needs to please Louis.

Wants to.

Harry cups Louis’ face with his hand and guides him to lay on his back. He leans over him to whisper in his ear, breath hot and curls tickling Louis’ skin. “You’re next, angel.”

Harry glides his big hands down Louis torso and presses into his waist to steady himself and sit with his legs either side of Louis’ hips.

Harry licks over his own hand, exaggerating each movement. He opens his mouth wide against his palm and tilts his head back, watching his boy with a filthy look, before grabbing Louis’ cock and touching.

“Ah fuck, princess!” Louis sighs as Harry straddles and wanks him like he was born to do it. Strong thighs spread wide, chest arching forward and tousling his hair back wildly, as if it were his own cock his hands were gripping.

“You’re so hard, baby” he breathes, his voice deep and his hands tugging Louis’ cock faster. “So hot, you look so good.”

Louis’ eyes are squeezed shut, his mouth falling open, and his hands smoothing over his chest, playing with his own nipples.

“Fuck, Harry. So good.” He stretches up to lock eyes with his boy, panting. “Ah, suck me off. Please!”

“Hmm” Harry moans. “Always babe, fuck.”

Harry ducks his head down and takes Louis’ dick in his mouth. Sucking down straight away to meet his own hand at the base, then straight up to the head and back. Bobbing up and down quick and lapping with his tongue.

“AH! HARRY! Ahh fuckkk” Louis’ chest is heaving, rippling the shape of his breaths down to his stomach and back up, breathing hard. “Feels so good already, fuck!” His knees bend up from the ground and he thrusts fast into the wet heat of Harry’s mouth.

Harry’s fist is pulsing at the base of Louis’ cock, twisting up fast as he sucks hard. His tongue is so incredibly wet and his lips press down firmly. “Ah god, I’m already so close” Louis sighs.

Harry slides two fingers up the shaft of Louis’ cock and into his mouth, licking them between his tongue and the soft edges of his mouth, before they’re gone again.

Louis’ squirming at the extra pressure against his leaking cock before he feels two sticky wet fingers pressing against his hole. “AH shit! Ah!” He’s so fucking close, tingles spreading in his abdomen.

He looks breathlessly at Harry sucking his dick, their eyes meet as Harry’s finger tips circle harder into the edge of his rim then suddenly push inside.

“AHHHH” Louis throws his head back and cums hard into Harry’s mouth.

Cock still thrusting in with the final waves of Louis’ pleasure, Harry splutters and slides his lips slowly off of Louis’ dick. He kisses it dry then lays by his boy’s side.

They hold their hands together loosely and slow their breathing down, between little salty kisses on used lips.

“Hmm, a very nice walk” Harry teases into Louis’ hair.

Louis laughs sleepily, “Oh shush!”

The boys slowly compose themselves, blinking in the early evening sun.

They dress each other softly, smoothing hands over each other’s skin, little kisses and little touches. Caring and peaceful.

They pack away their things, gently wake up a snoozing Clifford, ruffling his soft fur, and with slightly shaky limbs Harry and Louis make their way down the rocks and back onto the path.

Ambling along hand in hand with smug smiles on their lips and a content dog by their side, Harry and Louis notice a young group of friends approaching them from over the bridge.

A mutter of polite good evenings and an aww at Clifford, the group passes, leaving Harry and Louis spitting out bursts of laughter and adolescent giggles.

“That was so fucking close!” Harry gasps with a grin, wide eyed.

“HA! I know, fuck!” Louis laughs “Typical us.”

Harry sighs, nudging his husband in the arm. “Typical us.”

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V-Live Mishap (Part 2)

“Where is she?” Jimin asked.

He could see Jungkook’s jaw tighten while his body became tense. His defined adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed a large gulp. He pulls out of Jimin's grasp and glances over at Taehyung.

Taehyung was still talking to the camera not even realizing Jungkook and Jimin have been missing for the past five minutes (maybe fifteen for Jimin). It's a good thing Taehyung wasn't paying attention to the comments on the screen because they were probably filled with curiosity of why the other two disappeared.

“What are you talking about?” Jungkook casually asked as he tried to straighten out his shirt from where Jimin was holding. Jimin should be surprised but he wasn't. In fact, it was almost predictable.

Jimin waited until Jungkook finally made eye contact before he shifted his gaze towards the tote in the chair. Jungkook followed but then froze once he saw the object. His face began to pale and he quickly looks away. Dropping his gaze, he runs his long fingers through his soft chocolate colored hair looking lost in thought as he stared down at his feet. It took a moment, but he finally responded.

“She's in my room,” he finally mumbled without looking up.

Glancing across the room near Taehyung, Jimin noticed the closed bedroom door - another unusual habit of Jungkook's since he normally keeps it open.

Jimin couldn't help but smirk at this ridiculous situation. In fact, this whole night was just ridiculous. His feet were killing him and all he wanted to do was just go to sleep, but here he was stuck doing this V-Live and playing detective with his friend. His anxiety was reaching its max and Jimin could slowly feel his composure starting to slip. He grabbed Jungkook's collar again, not caring that it was causing wrinkles, and tugged him closer to get his undivided attention.

“What's wrong with you? Taehyung told everyone that he was doing the V-Live earlier today. Didn't you hear him?” Jimin whisper yelled letting out his frustration.

“I forgot! I already had plans and didn't think about it,” Jungkook whispered yelled back.

Jimin didn't know what to say after hearing such a pathetic excuse. He was tired and cranky. Drama was the last thing he wanted to deal with especially when he was so close to finally being done with the live broadcast.

“Hyung, you have to help me get him out of here,” Jungkook begged drawing Jimin's attention back to him. Unlucky for Jungkook, his patience was running thin.

“Why should I? It's your fault for getting yourself into this mess.”

“Seriously? I thought you were my friend. Save me!” Jungkook whispered looking back to Taehyung. Jimin followed his gaze and watched the clueless boy show off Jungkook's new virtual reality gaming system.

“You should have never let us into your apartment,” Jimin said quietly drawing Jungkook back to their conversation.

“Like I had a choice! You guys were doing a V-Live. I couldn't just send you guys away. Plus, Taehyung would have just been even more obnoxious if I did.”

He had a point. Once Taehyung's mind is set, not even Mount Bukhansan can get in his way of stopping him.

“I told you, I completely forgot. I'm sorry,” Jungkook added before continuing, “Do you seriously think this is a good way for everyone to find out that I'm seeing someone?”

A headache was slowly surfacing in Jimin's head. He was done with this. All he wanted to do was to go home and give his aching feet the rest they properly deserve.

“Whatever, Jungkook. Get yourself out of this mess.” Jimin whispered what he hoped a final time as he finally let go of his shirt. A metaphor to how he felt.

“I can't believe how immature you're being,” Jungkook whispers back, “This news could hurt all of us and you don't even care.”

Jimin looks up, his eyes sharp as knives as he stared into Jungkook's wavering orbs.

“Then why are you even dating her?”

Jungkook fell silent, his face relaxing in the process. All the built up anger Jungkook had was gone instantly just by the simple question. Jimin didn't want to mean to his best friend, but he needed to knock some sense back into him. Like was all of this secrecy really worth it? For him or the others?

Jimin continued his piercing stare as he waited for an answer to his question.

However, Jungkook's expression changes. A deep frown appears as his eyes become just as sharp as Jimin's were before. Jimin wouldn’t be lying if he said that his face was terrifying, but the words that came next were even worse.

“If everyone finds out about my secret then I'm going to tell everyone about yours.”

Feeling his knees about to give out, Jimin grabbed hold of the chair next to him. His body turned cold as his eyes widen never tearing his gaze from Jungkook. There was no joking to his voice as he easily spew out such a threat with a straight face.

“Why…would you?” Jimin couldn't speak. This couldn't be real. This all had to be just a bluff. He wouldn't really tell the world his most hidden secret? Jimin felt hurt that his friend would even say such a thing.

“This is how serious I am. So, hyung, help me get out of this.”

As much as he wanted Jungkook to pay for his actions, Jimin knew that he had to help him. It would be something he would expect from Jungkook if he was in his shoes.

“Okay everyone, now for my favorite room which is Jungkook's closet! It's so cool! He has these awesome shelves that slide in and out of the wall so he can rearrange his clothes however he wants. Oh, that reminds me! I have to show you the limited edition Timberlands that I got him for his birthday.”

Feeling the blood freeze in his veins, Jimin and Jungkook both looked over with wide eyes as they watched Taehyung walk towards Jungkook's room. As if completing a mission on Running Man, they both clumsily ran across the room as fast as they could. Just in time, Jimin grabbed Taehyung's arm while Jungkook blocked the entry to his bedroom.

“TaeTae, isn't it time to call it a night? We've been at this for almost an hour and a half and my feet are killing me,” Jimin sweetly says with one of his full face grins and hugging his arm. Taehyung was confused as he looked back and forth between the two that have magically appeared.

“Ok, but let me just show Jungkook's closest first and then we’ll go.”

Jimin was beginning to panic as he speed through his mind for any kind of excuse possible. Before he could say anything, Jungkook grabbed Taehyung's hand that was holding the selfie stick and turned the phone towards him.

“Sorry everyone, I forgot the guys were coming over tonight so I haven't cleaned. I'm really embarrassed. When I clean it, I promise to post a pic on Twitter,” Jungkook said with a disgustingly fake smile that the fans for some reason always drool over.

Taehyung just stood there as he stared at Jungkook with a blank expression. Not knowing what was going through his head, Jimin began to fidget from the growing nerves in his stomach. It was quite for only a second longer before Taehyung broke eye contact and gave both of them one of his boxy grins.

“Ew, that's gross. You can't be neglecting your hygiene like that. Come on, Jiminie, let's go.”

Jimin couldn't believe what he was hearing. Was he really giving up like that? Normally, Taehyung wouldn't ignore such an excuse and storm right in. Maybe he was getting tired or was just bored? Whatever the reason may be, if it really was that simple to make Taehyung leave, then Jungkook should have just said that from the very beginning.

Still hugging Taehyung's arm, Jimin lead him all the way out the front door with Jungkook following close behind. It was better to get Taehyung out of the apartment so he wouldn't all of a sudden change his mind or pull a ninja move to getting past them once they were distracted.

They wrapped up the broadcast by thanking everyone for watching the lengthy V-Live. Jimin and Taehyung said their goodbyes with little waves while Jungkook leaned against his door frame waving as well.

Luckily, Taehyung didn't say anything when the broadcast ended and even let Jungkook disappear back into his apartment in peace.

However, that changed very quickly as they walked down the hall towards the elevator. Prying to get information, Taehyung asked what him and Jungkook were talking about for so long? Jimin wish he could give him an answer but knew Jungkook wouldn't have wanted that. Respecting his decision, Taehyung dropped the subject.

Apparently, Taehyung also noticed something wasn't right with Jungkook. From the serious conversation to them blocking the bedroom, Taehyung was worry yet confused . But there was no way his friends could fill him in while doing the V-Live so he did the only thing he could do - distract the fans. Taehyung isn't dumb, Jimin knows that, but sometimes he tends to forget just how sharp of a person he can be because of his carefree behavior.

“Is he okay? Jungkook-ah, I mean.” Taehyung asked quietly once they reached their destination.

“Yeah, he's going to be okay,” Jimin said frustration still evident in his voice.

His phone vibrates as they wait for the elevator. It was a message from Jungkook:

“Thank you, hyung. I owe you.”

Jimin rolled his eyes to the text and instead opens up a different chat. He types his message in a flash as the elevator chimes and opens its doors:

“Are you free tonight? I need help getting my mind off some things.”

They walk inside the mirrored box and don't say anything to each other as they enjoy the peaceful silence. When the elevator stops at Jimin's floor, his phone vibrates again:

“Always for you my love.”

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Shape Of You

Sebastian sends you a selfie after his workout.

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: Sexual content, Explicit Sexual, Oral Sex, Smut, Dirty Talk, Language, NSFW, Unprotected Sex (wrap it please), Sebastian Stan, Calvin Klein briefs

Word Count: 2,336

A/N: Yes I know I’m supposed to be working on chapter 6 of The Contest but let me explain. So I was finishing up my first draft of Chapter 6 when Sebastian Stan happened…fucker goes and posts that locker room selfie. I tried to ignore it, really I did but this scene popped into my head and it would not let me live until I wrote it down. So sorry (but not sorry). This is a another quickie that I wrote at work so please ignore the typos and the writing. I just had to get it out of my head so I could get back to Bucky…

Not sure who to tag so I’ll just include my Sebby smut sisters @evansrogerskitten @ek823 and @pearljamkaren

If you want to be tagged in future Seb smut, just ask…there is more coming ;)

Shape Of You

By marvelmom

Sitting in the lobby of the gym, you drum your fingers impatiently on your knee.

“What the hell is taking him so long,” you mutter to yourself as you pull out your phone and start tapping out a message.

I’m ready to go, everything ok?

You stare at the screen, waiting for a response. Your phone chimes a few moments later.

Brow furrowed, you quickly type a response and hit send.

What’s wrong?!?

You bite your lip nervously as a flood of scenarios race through you head. Your thoughts are soon interrupted by a picture flashing onto your screen.

You inhale sharply as you take in the image of your boyfriend, standing in front of a mirror in the men’s locker room wearing a scowl on his face and not much else.

He’s shirtless with his sweatpants slung low, giving you a peek of the red waistband of his Calvin Klein briefs and a glorious view of his rock hard abs.

As wave of wetness begins to flood your core, you quickly compose a message and hit send.

Fuck babe, we need to go NOW

Want you so bad

You let out a frustrated huff and squeeze your thighs tight. Although you had spent the better part of the last two days in bed with Sebastian after he had arrived home from wrapping his latest film, it was still not enough to make up for two weeks spent apart.

What, is biker boy busy?

Confusion clouds your brain as you read Sebastian’s message over a few times; until it hits you.

Shaking your head in annoyance, you rise swiftly from your seat and make your way to the locker rooms.

Quietly creeping through the halls, you’re grateful for the late hour and that the gym is practically deserted. After peering timidly into a few of the locker rooms with an excuse at the ready, you finally find Sebastian in an empty one at the end of the hall. He’s still shirtless and standing in front of the mirror examining his lats while he flexes.

His startled eyes fly up to view your reflection in the mirror for a brief second before casting them downwards to avoid your questioning glare.

“You shouldn’t be in here,” he mutters as he occupies himself with the drawstring of his sweatpants.

Dropping your gym bag on the bench by the lockers, you move up behind him and wrap your arms around his waist.

“Your fault babe for sending me that porn,” you purr into the shell of his ear. “I couldn’t wait to get my hands on this gorgeous body.”

Sebastian sighs softly as you smooth your palms over his broad chest and bring your lips down to kiss the back of his neck. But as you start to move your hands down to his abs, you feel his muscles tense under your touch.

You rest your head on his shoulder and narrow your eyes at his refection.

“Okay Hollywood, spill it,” you say firmly.

Sebastian winces at the nickname, knowing that you only use it when you’re annoyed by his standoffish behaviour.

“It’s nothing,” he assures you, looking up to meet your concerned gaze. “I’m just tired.”

Tilting you head, your quirk you eyebrow, thoroughly not convinced.

“It’s just hard,” he continues, frustration seeping into his voice. “The older I get, the tougher it is to get back into shape.”

Your heart pinching at his words, you bury your head into his neck and hug him tight. Knowing how hard he throws himself into preparing for his roles, it breaks your heart to hear him sound so defeated.

“Well whatever you’re doing, it’s working,” you nod encouragingly, making sure his eyes are on you before biting down hard on your bottom lip.

“I haven’t been able to keep my hands off you since you’ve been back.”

The edges of Sebastian’s mouth turn up into a slight smile.

“Anything is an improvement over my last look right,” he muses jokingly, fingers ghosting over his upper lip.

Your mouth drops open in mock disapproval.

“Are you shading the ‘stache?” you sniff indignantly. “You did not just shade the ‘stache.”

“My pussy and I loved the ‘stache.”

Sebastian throws his head back and laughs.

“I should have brought it home for you,” he teases as he draws you into his arms.

“That’s okay handsome,” you murmur as your fingers outline the sharp edge of his jaw line. “I can wait for the Bucky stubble to grown in.”

“I love my Bucky stubble.”

Sebastian smiles shyly and shakes his head before bringing his full lips down on yours for a soft kiss.

Pulling back, you silently hold each other tight for a few moments before you finally speak.

“If I told you that your looks weren’t the first thing that attracted me to you, I would be lying,” you admit sheepishly as you gaze deeply into his bright blue eyes. “But it was everything else about you – your razor-sharp mind, your sense of humour, your impossibly good heart – that drew me in deep.”

“I don’t care what you look like babe. The man I fell in love with is much more than the sum of his body parts.”

“I’m sorry if I ever gave you any other impression,” you whisper apologetically, appealing for his forgiveness.

The lines around Sebastian’s eyes crinkle as a smile crosses his lips. Cupping your cheek with one hand, he pulls you flush against him with his other and crashes his lips to yours for a long, hungry kiss.

Breaking apart, you lean your forehead on his to catch your breath.

“I’m the one who should be sorry doll,” he murmurs breathlessly as he kisses the tip of your nose. “I didn’t mean to take this all out on you.”

“It’s just that I’ve been feeling so anxious about getting back in shape and then when I saw you flirting with that really ripped guy on the bike, something just snapped.”

You’re momentarily thrown off by his confession, but respond quickly by shaking your head in protest.

“I wasn’t flirting with that meathead,” you reply in disgust. “I was arguing with him.”

“Asshole took my bike.”

Sebastian creases his brow in confusion. “Your bike? There were like 10 empty ones in that row.”

“That’s what I kept telling him,” you mutter bitterly, recalling the conversation. “But the jerk wouldn’t listen.”

“I kept bitching at him until he finally moved.”

Sebastian tilts his head, eyeing you suspiciously.

“Why did you need to have that bike?”

You bow your head to hide the blush that is quickly spreading over your cheeks.

“Uhhh, no reason.”

Sebastian places his fingers under your chin and lifts your head to make eye contact.

“Babe…”

“Fine,” you surrender with a huff. “It had the best view of your workout.”

“So you were watching me,” Seb smirks, clearly amused by your admission. “Like what you saw sweetheart?”

You smile coyly as you reach out and finger the top of his briefs.

“Mmmm yes,” you hum contently. “Let’s just say it was very, ummm… stimulating…for my own workout.”

Sebastian’s eyes widen as your lips come down on his chest and kiss a path to his nipple.

“Did you…?” The words disappear from his mouth as you flick his nipple hard with your tongue before sucking it into your mouth.

Dragging your tongue across to his other nipple, you look up at him with a wicked grin. “Twice.”

Sebastian groans as he watches your lips work their way down to his abs while you slowly drop to your knees. You reach down to untie the drawstring of his sweats and work them past his hips until they slide down his legs to pool at his ankles.

“Damn girl,” he hisses nervously when your hand begins to palm his hardening cock through his briefs. “We can’t do this here. What if someone walks in?”

You begrudgingly lift your head away from his body with a pout. Looking around the room, your gaze falls on a yellow ‘slippery when wet’ floor sign standing near the wall. Grinning mischievously, you pick up the sign and open the door quietly. Surveying the empty hall, you quickly position the sign outside of the door.

Leaning back on the door to close it, you bite your lip and run your gaze over Sebastian’s toned body.

“Where was I,” you murmur darkly as you make your way back to kneel in front of him.

Sebastian smiles widely and points to his six-pack.

As your tongue begins to trace the deep outline of his chiseled abs, you run your fingers up and down the inside of his thighs, lightly brushing over his balls.

His bulge twitches as you slip your fingers into the waistband of his briefs and pull them down to let his hard cock spring free.

Licking your lips, you swipe your thumb over the tip of his cock to wipe a bead of precum leaking from the slit. Eyes locked on his, you bring your thumb to your mouth to suck it clean.

“So sweet,” you purr, coating your fingers with more precum and spreading it over the whole of his shaft. “Fuck, you’re so hard Sebby.”

“What should I do first with this big, hard cock?”

“Please baby…don’t tease,” he whimpers as his fingers card through your hair tightly. “Let me fuck your pretty mouth.”

You wink as you lick the head of his cock and take just the tip into your mouth, your tongue swirling around the swollen head. A shiver runs down his body as your lips begin to trace his length from tip to base.

“Did you miss my mouth daddy,” you tease as you stroke his balls with your tongue, gently sucking one and then the other, into your humming mouth.

“Please,” he whispers, exhaling roughly as his lust blown eyes watch you lick a wide stripe up the thick vein in his shaft.

“Daddy missed your mouth so much baby girl.”

A strangled moan rises from his throat when you wrap your warm mouth around his throbbing cock and suck down to the base in one pass. You feel his body shudder as you drag your tongue flat along the underside on your way back up.

“Fuck!” Sebastian shouts as his shaft glides easily down your throat and you start to suck hard on his entire length.

“Such a good girl,” he praises as his hands gently push your head further down. “Taking my cock all in like that.”

Reaching down, you start to roll his balls in your hand, squeezing them gently before slowly increasing the pressure as your pace quickens over his cock.

“Fuck doll, your mouth feels so goddamn good,” he murmurs, his grip tightening in your hair. He groans lowly as you reach around and start to massage his firm ass, your fingers dipping into the cleft of his ass and circling his tight hole.

Glancing up at him through your lashes, the sight of his face, overcome with pleasure, floods your pussy with wetness. As his breath hitches and the taut muscles in his abs start to tense, you can feel he’s close.

“You’re going to make me cum,” he moans as he screws his eyes shut. “Is that what you want baby. Want me to cum in your dirty little mouth.”

You hollow out your cheeks and moan around his shaft as you take him deeper down your throat.

A feral growl erupts from his chest as he shoots his hot seed into your mouth. You swallow every last drop and slow your movements, releasing his cock from your mouth with a loud pop.

Sebastian staggers backwards and falls onto the bench to lean back against the lockers. He sits quietly, his chest heaving as he runs his hands through his hair.

You rise from your knees smiling and walk over to him. He looks up at you with a sated grin as you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand and lower yourself to straddle his lap. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you in for a passionate kiss. Lips parting he nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck.

“We should come to the gym more often,” he chuckles as he kisses a trail to your pulse point.

You lovingly push his head away and reach over on the bench for his shirt, trying to avoid his attempts to nip your shoulder.

“Get dressed,” you giggle, throwing his shirt over his head just as his mouth is about to come down your bare skin. “I’m going to put you through an intense workout when we get home.”

He raises his eyebrows in amusement as he slips on his shirt and bends down to grab the rest of his clothes. But just as he’s about to reach for his briefs, you scoop them off the floor.

“These are mine,” you purr, tucking them into your pocket before heading for the door.

As you poke your head out of the locker room, Sebastian comes up from behind and smacks your ass. After making sure the hall is empty, you grab his hand and slip out into hall to make your escape, laughing madly as you both sprint to the exit.

Climbing into the back seat of a cab, you lean your head on Sebastian’s shoulder and watch him tap away at his phone.

After a few minutes, you pull away, eyes widening as you realize he’s posted his locker room selfie online.

“Sebastian Stan,” you scold as you playfully swat his arm.

“What?” he answers with mock innocence. “My girlfriend thinks I look really hot in that picture.”

You scoff and roll your eyes hard as he taps out another quick message and hits send.

“Don’t be jealous doll,” he soothes, bending down to give you a kiss as your phone chimes. “Wait until you see the one I took just for you.”

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artificialqueens · 4 years

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Stupid For You, Chapter 3 (Crygi, Jankie, Jaida x Nicky) - Metaluna

Summary: What better way to celebrate a successful opening day than a party? tw: underage drinking//drinking in general

On the way back home, Gigi turned onto the dirt road that would take her back the quickest. A road that was the exact opposite direction of Crystal’s house.

Crystal gasped. “You’re a liar.”

“Excuse me?”

“You said your house was on the way to mine. Clearly it’s not. Why’d you say it was?”

“Because I knew that you would say no if I told you it wasn’t on the way, and I like driving you. I like our conversations. And coffee. And of course, singing terribly together.”

“You’re absolutely right. I wouldn’t have let you. But I love talking to you, Gigi.” She smiled. “And I have no idea what you’re talking about. I am a great singer and you know it.”

Once they made it back to Gigi’s, she led Crystal up the stairs into her room. Gigi’s room was exactly what Crystal had imagined. It was decorated with an orange and aqua color scheme. It was a lot cleaner than Crystal’s room. There were posters of musicians that Crystal didn’t know. Above the bed, there were fairy lights with Polaroids. One corner of the room had a vanity with a large backlit mirror, and the other had a desk with plants perched on top.

“I guess you can do makeup at the desk? I think I have an extra mirror…” Gigi rifled through her vanity drawer. “Here we go.”

“Thanks!” Crystal took out a plethora of hair pins that kept perfectly messy space buns intact. She was left with a frizzy mess. “As much as I love looking like a lion, do you have a straightener I can borrow?”

“Are you sure?Lion King is one of the best movies.”

“I’m more partial to Hercules. ”

“If you say so. Let me go get it from the bathroom.”

Crystal examined the Polaroids. There were six in total. The first photo was taken with a girl who looked to be a few years older than Gigi that had striking similarities. Both girls had the same upturned nose and blonde hair. Immediately, Crystal recognized that they were on The Boardwalk at the park, the large Ferris wheel visible in the background. The second photo was Gigi with a woman that Crystal could only assume to be her mother, and was taken at the beach. Gigi and the woman were both relaxing on colorful towels under a large umbrella. The last Polaroid Crystal looked at was of the three women skating at Rockefeller Center during Christmastime.

“Having fun?”

Crystal jumped. “Is this your mom and sister?”

Gigi nodded. “I love them so much. Honestly they’re my best friends”

“It’s nice that you guys are so close.” Crystal felt a pang of jealousy. As an only child, she would never know the bond of a sibling, and while she and her parents were on good terms, she would hardly consider her parents friends, let alone best friends.

“Honestly me and Nora, my sister, weren’t close until our dad left our mom a few years back. I think it’s because we really only had each other to lean on.”

“Oh, Gigi, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. He’s an asshole, and honestly, we’re better off without him.” Gigi forgot she was holding the straightener. “Oops, sorry. Here go you.”

After Gigi sat at her vanity and began brushing her perfect blonde hair, Crystal called, “I’m changing. Don’t look!”

Gigi could only imagine what Crystal looked like in her underwear. As soon as she found her mind wandering, she forced herself to stop and focused harder on getting ready.

After finishing a perfectly blended smokey eye, Gigi puckered her lips after putting on a layer of red gloss, and realized Crystal was standing behind her. It was hard for Gigi not to audibly gasp. She hadn’t seen Crystal’s hair straightened before, and while her curls were beautiful, she looked incredible with straight hair too. She was wearing a black and white striped crop top that hugged just the right places paired with a black skater skirt that had suspenders. Gigi was impressed at how clean Crystal’s makeup was. She opted for a blue cut crease and a matte red lip, a combination Gigi would never even think about trying. To finish the look, she had on necklaces, earrings, and bracelets that didn’t match each other, but somehow Crystal pulled off perfectly.

“You look beautiful,” Gigi finally said.

“Thanks,” Crystal curtseyed. “You too. Oh shit!”

“What?”

“We match.” Gigi looked at her reflection, and realized she was right. Her black and white jumpsuit perfectly complemented Crystal’s top.

Crystal grabbed Gigi’s hand. “Come here!” She pulled her to the full length mirror.

“What are we doing?”

“We have zero pictures together, which needs to change.” Crystal pulled out her phone and started taking mirror selfies. After posing for a few, Crystal went through her camera roll, taking time to look at each of them.

“Wow, you are so gorgeous. You could literally be a model. You’re so good at posing.”

Gigi smiled. “I used to practice when I was little.”

“Well, it paid off.”

Crystal sent the best one in the groupchat. It was already abuzz talking about the night’s festivities. The photo was met with high praises from everyone.

After she checked the time on her phone, Gigi said, “If we’re gonna get some alcohol, we should probably leave now.”

Crystal bit her lip. “How are we going to get any?”

Wordlessly, Gigi pulled an ID out of her wallet and handed it to Crystal, which stated that she was born in 1996. “I’ve had this since I was 16.”

“Oh wow, you rebel.”

Once inside the liquor store, Crystal was surprised at how many types of alcohol there were. She had no idea where to begin. There were shelves and shelves of bottles of all different shapes, sizes, and colors. She wondered how anyone picked which one to buy. If it was up to her, she would have bought the purple sparkly alcohol. She wasn’t even sure what it was, but it was pretty.

Gigi looked at her. “Any requests?”

“Gigi I have no idea what any of this is. Just something fruity and delicious.”

“Got it.”

Gigi settled on a fifth of coconut rum and some pineapple juice to mix. While walking past the cooler, she grabbed a six pack of hard black cherry lemonade for good measure.

Once they made it to Heidi’s apartment, the party was already in full swing. Music was playing so loud that its loud bass line echoed through the parking lot. Earlier that night, Heidi had told everyone to let themselves in. Heidi’s apartment was filled with people. It was much larger than Gigi anticipated. It was nicely decorated with a large living room, with plenty of space. At first, Gigi didn’t recognize any of her fellow partygoers. She heard Brita, but didn’t see her. As they made it further into the house, they found Heidi, right in front of the sound system the music was coming from. Gigi felt her chest vibrating.

“Hey, bitches!” Heidi hugged them the best she could while double fisting Whiteclaws.

“Do you have any cups?” Gigi tried to shout over the music.

“What?”

“Cups?”

“ What?”

Gigi pantomimed drinking.

“Oh! Kitchen.”

Once they made it into the kitchen, a voice screamed, “Oh my god!”

Brita pulled Gigi and Crystal into a hug. Gigi could only think about how nice Crystal smelled. Crystal looked slightly taken aback, since she didn’t know Brita well. But, let it go since Brita was probably on at least drink number three of the night.

“You’re both so hot!” Brita looked both of them up and down. “Maybe I do like girls! Wow, wow, I’m drunk.”

“Yes, yes you are,” Gigi said as Brita left the kitchen, going on about finding a girl to makeout with .

Gigi grabbed a red Solo cup and began pouring a drink. Because Crystal hadn’t drank before she barely poured a shot’s worth of alcohol in her cup. This was a contrast to her own cup, which was half rum and half pineapple juice. Gigi spotted a marker next to the cups. On hers, she wrote her name with some stars after it. After some thought, she decided to draw hearts on Crystal’s cup.

Gigi handed Crystal the cup, making sure that she would see the hearts. “Here, drink this.”

Crystal dramatically gasped. “You’re such a talented artist.”

“Thank you, ma’am.”

As she took a drink, Crystal’s face contorted to a slight look of disgust. “It’s um. Strong.”

“You don’t have to drink it if you don’t like it.” Gigi held her hand out to take the cup.

Crystal took another drink. “The more I drink it, the more I like it.”

“That’s usually how alcohol works, babe.”

After walking around Heidi’s apartment, Crystal and Gigi eventually found their friends. They were all sitting on a large sectional in a corner of the living apartment where the music wasn’t blaring. Gigi was glad to be able to hear herself think. Jaida and Nicky were looking quite comfortable next to each other. Nicky whispered something in Jaida’s ear before grabbing her hand and leading her out of the room.

“Shit,” Jackie groaned. “Shit, shit, shit.”

“What is it?” Jan’s eyes were full of concern.

“Every single summer, Jaida meets one of the new girls, they hook up, and she gets way too invested. Every single summer she breaks her own heart, and I end up picking up the pieces. Every. Single. Time,“ Jackie lamented, taking a swig of vodka.

“Maybe it won’t be like that. Nicky seems like a nice girl,” Crystal said while taking a seat.

“That may be so, but I don’t think that Nicky has the same intentions that Jaida does. I love the girl but she’s an idiot.”

“Well,” Jan began. “Jaida’s a big girl, I think she can handle it herself. Let’s go check out the beer pong table.”

The kitchen table was pushed into the hallway where an intense game of beer pong was taking place. It was Widow and Heidi vs. Gigi’s coworkers, Dahlia and Rock.

There was one cup left, and it was Widow’s turn. Carefully, she aimed and threw the ball and landed it perfectly in the cup.

“Drink up, bitches!” Dahlia chugged the beer in the cup.

“Who’s next?” Heidi asked. “We’ve won the last three rounds.”

Crystal looked at Gigi, who at some point finished her drink and moved onto a lemonade. “Wanna?”

Gigi raised her and Crystal’s hands.

“Step on up, ladies!” Heidi said as she refilled the cups.

Widow went first. “Y’all are going down!”

“You wish.” Gigi’s expression was determined. She was awful at beer pong, but wasn’t about to let Crystal know that.

Widow’s ball landed in one of the cups with a plop right in front of Crystal. It was clear Crystal wasn’t well versed in the rules of beer pong, so Widow instructed, “Crystal, drink.”

Crystal nervously fished the ball out of the cup. She raised it to her nose and made a face.

“It’s not going to be good,” Gigi said. “Just warning you. Thankfully there’s not much in there. Don’t let it sit on your tongue. Drink it down.”

Crystal did as she was instructed. “My turn?” Gigi nodded.

Even though she tried to aim, Crystal was feeling the effects of the alcohol. The ball veered to the left, nearly hitting Jan. “Oops.”

“Good one,” Heidi teased as she sank a ball right in front of Gigi. “Drink up.”

Gigi also made a face when she drank the beer. “You’re out here getting the cheap shit, huh?”

“You try buying boujee shit when we barely make about minimum wage.”

Gigi couldn’t argue with that logic. She surprised herself by making a shot.

“I’m impressed,” Widow said while finishing her cup.

After a close game, each team had one cup left. Crystal failed to score anything. Thankfully, Gigi was having a good game for once and carried them to the end. Gigi’s shot was just wide.

“Get ready to lose, hookers,” Widow said confidently. She was so confident, she barely aimed and missed.

“It’s all you, Crys,” Gigi said. “You can do it.”

“I can do it.”

Crystal stood aiming her ball for at least thirty seconds.

“Today, Crystal,” Heidi said dramatically looking at her nails.

“Hold on!”

She took a few more seconds before tossing the ball. It landed in the cup with a plop. Jan, Jackie, and a few other spectators cheered.

“I did it!” Crystal slurred hugging Gigi.

“You did!”

“I wanna dance. Let’s go dance!” By this point, Crystal was extremely drunk. Gigi found it absolutely adorable, the way she slurred her words and thought very hard before speaking.

The group made their way into the living room. Another song that Gigi didn’t recognize was playing over the speakers. Jan began to grind against Jackie. Jackie was taken aback, but pulled her closer. Crystal looked at Gigi and raised an eyebrow. Gigi shrugged in return. A song that Gigi had heard a few times on the radio started.

“Oh my god, I love this song!” Crystal squealed, standing in front of Gigi starting to grind on her.

Gigi was shocked as Crystal’s hips rocked back and forth in front of her. Gigi grabbed onto Crystal’s waist, pulling her closer. As Crystal rubbed against her, Gigi could feel herself being turned on. When Crystal bent at the waist and started shaking her ass, the blonde thought she would drop dead on the dancefloor. Crystal turned her head at Gigi and smiled.

Do I kiss her? Is she just looking at me? What’s going on?!

Before she could think any further, Crystal turned back around as the song ended and pulled Gigi into a hug.

“I’m having so much fun!” Crystal exclaimed.

“How many drinks have you had tonight, Crys?”

“Umm,” She counted on her fingers. “One, two, three… Four. I think I’m done!”

“I think that’s a good idea.”

Crystal gasped and pointed at Jan and Jackie. They were in the middle of the makeshift dance floor with their lips intertwined. Jackie had a fistful of Jan’s ass while Jan’s hands were running up and down Jackie’s back.

“Holy shit!” Gigi was thinking about earlier when Jaida said that Jackie was straight.

Just then, Jaida and Nicky found Crystal and Gigi. They both looked disheveled, as if they had gotten dressed in a hurry. Jaida was pulling up her tube top, and Nicky was fixing her hair.

“Where have you two been?” Gigi raised an eyebrow.

“Mind your business,” Jaida warned.

The four girls watched Jan and Jackie, who had stopped kissing and were just looking into each other’s eyes. After noticing her friends, Jackie ran into the bathroom.

“Shit,” Jaida said, running after Jackie.

“Did I do something wrong?” Jan asked, tears welling her eyes.

“No, you didn’t do anything,” Gigi took her hand. “Let’s go outside.”

–

“Jackie, what the hell?” Jaida slammed the bathroom door behind her.

“I don’t know! Jaida, I’m drunk, she’s drunk… She just looked really pretty, and I don’t know what happened! Next thing I knew, my hands were on her ass and her tongue was down my throat!” Jackie slurred. “I’m straight! I don’t like girls!”

“Listen. I’ve seen you. You’ve been checking out Miss Jan every single day you’ve seen her. I don’t think that’s just gals being pals.”

“I’m not gay.”

“Jackie. We don’t have to talk about that right now but I really think you should–”

“Jaida, stop. I can’t do this right now.”

With that, Jackie stormed off in a hurry.

–

Gigi, Nicky, and Crystal managed to calm down Jan, who was near hysterics.

“Does she hate me?” Jan slurred. “She kissed me first!“

“No, Jan. I think that maybe Jackie doesn’t know how to process whatever it is that she is feeling,” Nicky reassured.

Gigi’s phone buzzed. It was Jaida.

Jackie’s freaking out. I’m taking her home. She doesn’t live too far away. I’ll be back.

They all sat with a crying Jan until Jaida showed up.

“Oh, chile,” Jaida began wrapped Jan in a hug. “It’s not you. I promise it isn’t. Jackie doesn’t know how to act when it comes to her emotions. I promise it’s not you.”

“Really?” Jan wiped her eyes. “How fucked is my makeup right now?”

“Pretty fucked. But let me fix it.” Nicky said, pulling a wipe from her purse.

“I’m not letting her ruin my night. Ladies, let’s go do shots!” Jan pulled a bottle of tequila out of her bag.

There were already slices of lime and a salt shaker set up in the kitchen. Because she was the only one sober enough to do so, Gigi poured the shots.

“Crystal,” Jan slurred. “Whatcha gotta do is you lick your hand and shake the salt on it. Then, ya lick the salt, then ya take the shot. It tastes bad, don’t let it sit in your mouth. Then ya suck the lime.”

“Act like it’s cough syrup,” Jaida recommended.

The four girls toasted their glasses, set them on the table, shot the tequila back, and sucked on the lime. Gigi didn’t think she was good at very many things, but she was good at shots. Everyone else made the universal face when doing shots, except for her.

“Crystal, you look like you went through all the stages of grief at once,” Nicky teased.

“That was gross.”

“You don’t drink it because it’s good,” Jaida said.

The rest of the night was filled with selfies, dancing, and for everyone but Gigi, more drinking. She didn’t remember the last time she had this much fun at a party, even if she did spend a good chunk of the night holding Jan’s hair back in the bathroom.

At about two AM, the party started to unwind.

“Ready to go babe?” Gigi asked an extremely drunk Crystal.

“Yeah I’m ready to go home.”

“It’s late, do you want to just spend the night at my house?”

“We’re gonna have a sleepover?”

“Yes, Crystal, we’re going to have a sleepover.”

After thanking Heidi for a great party, she managed to single handedly get Crystal into her Jeep. Gigi looked over at Crystal who at some point had fallen asleep. Once they made it back to her house, Gigi gently tapped Crystal’s shoulder.

“Okay, babe, we’re back.”

“Sleepover?”

After much protesting, Gigi managed to get Crystal to drink some water. She brought a bottle up to her room for good measure. Because she was a good friend, she removed Crystal’s makeup.

After rifling through her dresser, she gave Crystal an old cheerleading shirt and some shorts. “The bathrooms right over down–”

Crystal began stripping in Gigi’s bedroom. As much as she tried to look away, she couldn’t. Crystal’s body was much curvier than her own, but Gigi couldn’t help but stare at how beautiful she was… How beautiful her breasts were… After changing, Crystal plopped onto Gigi’s bed and fell asleep. Because she had a queen sized bed, Gigi decided she could share and it wouldn’t be weird.

The next day, Crystal woke up cuddling Gigi. She didn’t remember parts of the night. She remembered beer pong, dancing, Jan crying, Jackie running away, and shots. Her head was pounding, and everything felt too bright. She got up and found the bottle of water. She pulled out her phone to text her ride. She couldn’t let Gigi give her another ride home.

Gigi must have heard her, as she woke up. “Morning, sunshine. How are you feeling?”

“Not good. My head’s pounding.”

“Awe, baby’s first hangover,” Gigi teased. “Are you hungry?”

“No, eating is pretty much the last thing I want to do right now. I have someone coming to get me soon. Also, did you check the group chat?”

“No, why?”

Gigi sat on her bed with Crystal as they went through all the photos that were sent that night. The blurry photos said it all. Gigi’s favorite was a group photo right before shots.

Crystal’s phone buzzed. “My ride’s here!”

“I’ll walk you down.”

A truck was in Gigi’s driveway. A blonde boy with a shaggy beard came out.

“Ryan!” Crystal exclaimed, running to hug the boy. “Gigi, this is my boyfriend Ryan. Ryan, this is my coworker, Gigi.”

Boyfriend.

Gigi’s stomach dropped.

“I’ve heard so much about you!”

“Nice to meet you,” she mumbled.

“Thanks for taking care of her.” Ryan kissed Crystal on the cheek.

“No problem. I’ll see you tomorrow, Crystal.”

Gigi closed the door without waiting for a response.

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