#none of yall were exaggerating

[skatingbi]

Im literally going to violently have a breakdpwn at 3 am yall this isnt a joke

#can u tell im going through marineford #that shit KILLED ME #none of yall were exaggerating #im devastated #absolutely heartbroken #idk how im gonna get through the rest of this manga after that #one piece

[munivrse]

some hc's of bada asking insecure reader to sit in her lap!

as someone with extra fluff to love this ask really did it for me 😣 enjoy!

when i tell yall bada though you were the baddest thing on this earth

don’t get her started talking about your figure PLEASE she will never shut up

and so when you come home, sulking as soon as you come in the door, she wants to comfort you as best she can

and she’s a little selfish

so naturally she asks you to come sit in her lap so she can give you some tlc

but when you… sit next to her instead… she looks at you like you’ve just committed a crime.

“hello??”

“what..”

“why are you not seated… elsewhere?”🤨

“just thought it’d be better this way.”

“huh.. okay.”

bada gives you 30 seconds of peace before physically lifting you and trying to sit you in her lap.

as soon as your thighs hit hers you tense up and stop yourself from pressing all of your weight on her

“there. are you satisfied?”

bada shakes her head. her hands grip at your hips, feeling out how tense you were.

“you’re as stiff as a fucking door. relax y/n.”

you try to relax but you just can’t. past memories of your previous partners letting out an exaggerated “umph” or shifting uncomfortably under you flood your brain and you panic, legs starting to lift off of bada

but bada is not having it girl!!!!

“stop moving and sit.”

“i can’t.”

“why not?”

“I’m SCARED.”

and again bada’s got this funny ass look on her face like 😀 huh????????

“you think i can’t handle you baby?”

her hands move from your hips to the curve of your ass,

“don’t get me wrong… it is… alot to handle.”

this mf chuckles and gives your ass a little squeeze and you’re like

“bada!”

and she just keeps giggling?????

“luckily i’m more than equipped to handle such… thick materials.”

you thump her in her forehead and she throws her head back in laughter

you haven’t realized it yet, but in the midst of her fucking around, you’ve completely relaxed in her hold.

bada brings her head back up and a hand moves from your ass to your face as she pulls you in for a kiss

tell me why the kiss was kinda steamy like… bada pressed her lips against yours and almost immediately was licking into your mouth.

and when you pull away you both are a little breathless

“see? its not so bad is it.”

and when you realize what she’s talking about, your body reacts and tenses back up but bada is having none of it

“aht- stop it. you feel good on top of me baby.”

bada presses a soft kiss to your lips, then to your cheeks, down your jaw and onto your neck

in between kisses she’s whispering little praises

“so pretty.” kiss

kiss “and all mine, right?”

“every part of you-” kiss, “is so fucking pretty.”

and your hands grip her hair and you start to grind into her lap-

okay we’re getting carried away

she pulls away after littering your neck in marks,

“if it was this hard to get you to sit in my lap, how hard is it gonna be to get you to sit on my face????”

LMFAOOODHISHS

#bada lee x reader #bada lee #bada lee smut #smut #bada x reader #swf 2

[hugs2doie]

hi sorry to bother you. Could you possibly do an nct dream scenario where they ask their s/o to scratch their back and their s/o is really sweet about it?

𖦹 nct dream + back scratches .

genre ! fluff. just fluff. :3

warnings ! none. it’s literally just fluff :3

mark ✮

overworked boy #1. def loves back scratches. hm i feel like he would be shy a bit about asking you for them, or he would just lay on top of you, with his head on your chest, knowing that, that’ll give you the clue to give him his back scratches <3 he absolutely melts. would probably hum and leave a few kisses/pecks on your collarbone as you do so, (not the dirty one you horny dogs !) just to let you know that he’s enjoying it. mark would also like if you talked about your day, he feels so relaxed when you scratch his back so his attention would be on you 100% (unless he feels a bit sleepy, then he’ll be falling asleep on you mid-talking 😭).

renjun ✮

blunt with it. “could you scratch my back?”. honestly i don’t think he’d be shy with it, like at all. he always wants you to know what he’s feeling: like doing, making, etc and he wants you to do the same, ‘cause if you gave him hints, he’ll ignore them ‘till you actually ask/do what you wanted, he wouldn’t act on something he isn’t sure about 🤷‍♀️ but back to the topic. back scratches help renjun fall asleep, so when he’s back from practice and all that, he’d be asking you to give him back scratches <3 like mark (and everyone else ngl) he’ll melt, but he would also love if you played with his hair. :3

jeno ✮

another shy boy !! but honestly sometimes he’d just ask you instead of beating around the bush 😭 however he doesn’t want to bother you so he’ll ask you when he sees that you’re completely free, even if you’re not even that busy. you’re on your phone, scrolling through insta cause you’re bored? jeno’s gonna wait! you’re watching TV but you’re spacing out? jeno’s gonna wait! i can go on forever but you get the idea. so when you’re finally free he’s gonna be like “back scratches…? i’ll also do that for you don’t worry!” poor boy doesn’t only want his needs to be prioritized :( when you agree (you better.) he’ll have a big smile on his face and rush to lay. he’d also would ramble about his day while you scratch his back.

haechan ✮

overworked boy #2. blunt #2. dude would cling to you like a koala and be like “back scratches, i need back scratches”. unlike jeno, haechan would not care even if you are in the middle of something important, you’re with him so you should prioritize him and him only! when you’d agree he’d either throw you over his shoulder or give you a piggy back ride to yall’s bedroom or sofa. he’d put you down first then lay tummy flat. would let out exaggerated moans (as a JOKE you horny dogs), but honestly those would mean that he’s enjoying it. would start talking about his day or random shows he’s been watching but he’d fall asleep. <3

jaemin ✮

so sweet goodbye. would come up behind you as you’re cooking, washing the dishes, idk anything, as long as you’re on your feet – would hug you from behind and while planting a few kisses on your neck/shoulder would ask you if you could give him back scratches, of course after you were finished with what you were doing. he would enjoy back scratches the most if he was sitting between your legs, his back facing you (obviously) and you giving him scratches. jaemin would absolutely melt if you would kiss his shoulders too. but he’s satisfied with anything you do <3 (p.s: he’d probably wake you up while scratching your back later that day.)

chenle ✮

either mr. zhong ‘my-ego-is-too-high’ chenle, or just mr. zhong ‘i-need-back-scratches-now’ chenle, it just depends on the day. hot take but he MIGHTTT get shy, but like not the shy shy, just hear me out omg. “could you like, like um y’know, scratch my back or smth?” LIKE SOMETHING LIKE THAT ... but anyways ! when you give him what he wants he’d love it, especially when the movie you two are watching is boring as hell, so he gets to fall asleep on top of you, with his arms and legs wrapped around you, head on the crook of your neck, and you scratching his back and playing with his hair <3

jisung ✮

i’ll eat him (lovingly). i feel like everything this man does, is done in tiny (even though he’s like 6 feet tall). anyways :3 ! he’d be shy but he’d still ask you (with his cutesy shy smile i’m done) ! i like to think that he lies besides you on his tummy and likes to watch something with you while you scratch his back. jisung doesn’t like when there’s silence, he feels awkward, so he also likes talking to you. but when he’s tired he doesn’t really have the energy to talk so 1) he’d listen to you talk and hum here and then, or 2) he’d listen to some music (obv some chill songs) in hopes to fall asleep. he’s just so cute i wanna bite his cheeks.

#I ANSWWRED THIS LEGIT MONTHS LATER 😭 such a cute request i lovw it! hopeu guys like this :3 #nct #nct headcanons #nct imagines #nct fluff #nct dream #nct dream fluff #nct dream headcanons #nct dream imagines #nct dream reactions #nct dream x reader #nct fanfic #nct dream fanfic #nct 127 imagines #nct scenarios #nct reactions #nct dream scenarios #nct 127 fluff #nct 127 scenarios #nct x reader #nct 127 fanfic #mark x reader #renjun x reader #jeno x reader #haechan x reader #jaemin x reader #chenle x reader #jisung x reader

[raainberry]

Chill(y)

« silly series - 4 »

Sana x gn!reader

Fluff

synopsis - just a case of those insanely cold winter mornings except you have a cute gf to warm up with

wordcount - 801

T/W - one singular soft cuss word, also suggestive

A/N - IDK ABOUT YALL BUT ITS COLD AS BALLS OUTSIDE MY GOSH. every winter i’m appalled at the temperature drops in the morning, the only good thing this year is that i got inspired. i actually dont use Sana’s name btw so if you wanna imagine someone else, you’re free to do so it’s none of my business, ENJOY

Getting woken up by the mattress bouncing a couple times underneath you wasn’t something you expected the night before.

Confusion levels were high, and the sheets ruffling together behind you weren’t any help. You had to open your eyes and look over your shoulder to find answers.

You still didn’t really know what to expect, but seeing your girlfriend shivering as she adjusted the blanket around her own body nearly got it off yours.

“What are you doing?” You mumbled still half asleep.

“It’s so cold.” She complained as she continued to wrap her body in whatever way she could. “Like, actually freezing it’s insane.”

You chuckled, rubbing your eyes before turning on your back. “Did you turn the heater on?”

“No, do you want me to die?”

You rolled your eyes at her drama and began to sit up in order to do it yourself. Sure, there was a possibility she wasn’t exaggerating, but that’s one more reason to do it. The love of your life will not freeze to death on your watch.

“Where are you going?” She asked with her head peeking out of the covers.

“Going to turn the heater on.” You answered, throwing the covers off yourself before leaving a kiss on her forehead.

“Okay, well hurry. I don’t want to go retrieve your frozen body in the hallway… I’m not in the mood.”

You only laughed, promising her that it would only take a couple minutes—and it did take a couple minutes, but that was two minutes too long.

She was not exaggerating at all, even the wooden floors beneath your feet felt cold to the touch. You ended up having to sprint back to your bed the way she had done a moment ago.

The sight seemed to amuse her according to the giggles that left her lips and bounced off your bedroom walls. You couldn’t ignore them, nor how they warmed you up on their own on this cold morning.

The way she opened her arms up to invite you into her blanket cocoon made you sway. You gladly jumped into it with the biggest smile, letting her coddle you as you focused on actually warming yourself up.

“Don’t laugh, that was you five minutes ago.” You said, snuggling into her side.

“So what? You should have laughed then too.” She shrugged.

You ignored her words as an idea popped in your mind. It was a little mean, and you felt a little bad about it, but the eventual reward of hearing her laugh was enough to make you proceed.

So instead of answering her, you snuck your cold hand beneath her shirt. Your fingers only grazed her skin, but it was enough to make her shriek at the temperature shock.

“Y/n!” She whined, slapping your hand away as the annoyance in her voice turned into the melodious giggles you loved so much.

“What? You can do the same.”

“It’s not fair, my hands are warm now.”

“And I need to warm up. Sounds ideal to me.” You shrugged innocently. “Although, I would like it either way…”

“This behavior will only get you on the naughty list.” She warned, reminding you of how close the year-end festivities were.

“I wouldn’t mind not getting presents.” You shrugged again before adding, “That means you’re all I need by the way.”

“Am I weak or was that good?” She wondered, making you laugh.

“That was easily my worst work, I’m sorry baby, but you’re weak.”

“Your worst work, huh?” She repeated, and you nodded. “Well your fingers have been doing a great job…”

She finally acknowledged the random shapes you gently caressed all over her side, and your heart started racing as the near future she let on allowed various ideas to bloom in your mind.

“Maybe I’ll give you a chance to redeem yourself.” She whispered, making the moment that much more intimate.

You only smiled at her suggestion. As much as the ideas were enough for your blood to rise in temperature, it was just too damn cold.

“I’m sorry, I just can’t right now. There’s no way I’m getting out of this blanket.”

“You tease. Who said you’d have to get out of it?” She pointed out, leaving soft kisses along your jawline only for you to try and get away from them.

“Come on, Y/n, can you think of a better way to warm up?”

“Yes, by cuddling you like this and going back to sleep so I can ignore it” You argued, nuzzling your face further into her neck, where she couldn’t access any of your weaknesses.

You felt her breathe in before letting it out in a heavy sigh. “You’re lucky I like you.”

“I know, that’s what I tell myself everyday.”

#twice x reader #kpop x reader #sana x reader #sana imagines #twice imagines #sana fluff #minatozaki sana #twice sana

[raveneira]

Stop Lyin

'KawaSara fans just want everything to just be Naruto 2.0, they dont want anything new or different they only ship it cuz its like SS'

The same mfs sayin that:

Stfu, the only ones your fooling are yourselves, your just fine with Naruto 2.0, but only for the ships YOU want canon.

'B-but their a mix of multiple OG ships not just one so its different!'

Thats even WORSE, it makes them the most unoriginal ship and just a weird amalgamation of OG ships with nothing of their own, their just NaruHina, MinaKushi, ItaIzu, ObiRin, NaruSaku, SasuSaku, SasuNaru etc all over again, but yea you sure showed us about wanting 'originality' lol

And just to burst your bubble even more, your not special, and your point is invalid anyway because I didnt hear nothin about 2.0 in OG Naruto when these were happening but NOW suddenly its an issue.

But now suddenly its a problem, back then yall called it 'parallels' and 'foreshadowing' but for some reason conveniently when its KawaSara and BoruSumi suddenly its Naruto 2.0 and we need something different than past dynamics

BUT YALL HAD NONE OF THAT ENERGY WHEN NS WAS COPY AND PASTE OBIRIN/JIRATSUNA

NONE OF THAT ENERGY WHEN SS WAS JUST KAKARIN/DANTSUNA

NONE OF THAT ENERGY WHEN NH WAS JUST INVERTED MINAKUSHI

But god forbid KawaSara is just a little too much like SS or BoruSumi a little too much like NH, but Bsa being like [in your words not mine] literally every past OG ship is totally fine and the pinnacle of originality you all wanna see from the sequel, give me a danm break lol

What makes this even more pathetic is that Im not even exaggerating, they've gotten so blatantly hypocritical their even trying to use the Minato one-shot as foreshadowing for Bsa, keep in mind these are the same people who claim to want something new and different, are using a one shot set in the past for an OG ship that happened WAY before Bsa even existed all because of the vortex symbolism and the sequel just happened to have the name vortex in it they think its some kind of parallel/foreshadowing for the pair...which is utterly ridiculous but this aint the post for that, but just friendly reminder the Shippuden in the Naruto sequel meant Hurricane chronicles/legends and the Uzumaki clan has always been symbolized with whirlpools/vortex way before Boruto was even thought of, hell their clan symbol is a literal swirl like a vortex...nuff said, this aint the post to delve deeper into that.

Im mentioning this purely to point out the hypocrisy of wanting something 'different' yet using every possible OG thing thats even remotely similar to boost your ship and show how canon it is, yet KawaSara and BoruSumi cant because then its Naruto 2.0.

Their newest thing lately I've been seein the most is that BoruSara is like MinaKushi and NaruHina because Sarada stalks Boruto etc, so I thought I'd bring this reality check back since these same ppl talkin about other shippers just wanting Naruto 2.0 again.

Like I said, the only ones your foolin are yourselves cuz nobody buys your bs cuz everytime yall pull that card you put your foot in your mouth with all these 'parralels' that are suddenly ok now, but NOT ok when its any of your rival ships . Sit down.

PS: This aint the post to go into this either, but like I mentioned earlier that Bsa is actually the most unoriginal new gen ship, I could literally make a separate post showing how that is and how KawaSara and BoruSumi are actually the more unique ships of the options. You may have noticed I havent mentioned Ksu at all in this...thats because its a joke atp that I nor anybody besides their shippers take seriously, but if I must address it its literally just poorly done SS and SH with a dash of SK so why would I even bother with such a joke of a ship that exists solely to play keep away for Bsa but not because theres any legitimate basis in canon and thrives purely off headcanon and Hondas rewriting of events that amounted to nothing because, shocker, the manga wasnt building anything between them, so Honda created a completely made up foundation for nothing that they scrapped immediately and never acknowledged it again. So much for 'the anime is the complete version of the manga' yea funny how they backtracked alot of their mistakes when they saw the manga contradicting it, cuz at the end of the day the manga is the MAIN source material, so what happens there is more canon than anything the anime does afterwards.

#pro kawasara #pro borusumi #anti-ksu #anti-bsa

[wqxianvents]

// CONTAINS COMMENTARY AND PICTURES OF TEARS OF THEMIS NEW EVENT: “ENDURING LIGHT.”

This is only the Prologue section I talk about in this one, aha and I ALRWDY HAVE SM TO TALK ABTR

first of all, another group event of course, you love to see it and they’re being dorks but in a cooler way already 💃 also btw happy new year!! hope it’s been treating y’all well already :]<3

okay so i’m going into this event basically being sus of everyone at this point LMAO, i don’t even trust our boys tbh - anything could happen and i’m excited! everytime there’s a big event i always am like “ugh… not another one i have to drain energy into and it isn’t even that interesting” (respectfully). like the last one on the train? i didn’t really care much about it, the only things that interested me were nxx being all up on eachother (exaggerating)

basically i prepare myself to be disappointed, which might sound messed up but tbh the events have only been hittin recently (for me) because of the fact that they’re not having nxx be at eachother’s throats lol. (not saying the past ones weren’t good though and that none of the recent ones were a miss bc again, i didnt fully enjoy the train event)

this one already had me though 😭 got me gagged, the ui is so fucking cool - the card system?? the OUTFITS make me wanna CHOMP my phone (esp luke’s… smth- smth abt it is just. hm, delectable). also baby davis always appearing is so cute his little “hello, miss… uh, i mean, little boss!” LMAO that is my son!!!

ANYGAYS we always have to start off with Marius talking about something going on ‘round town, intended to invite his lovely lady but of course the boys have to interrupt and say hey, where is our invitation??? 🤗 you love to see it

jxjddh “i didn’t ask you guys” LMFAO HE IS SO DONEEE - artem, vyn: “oh really? let me hit you with this comeback. give me my invitation.”, like why are they so angy ARENT YALL RICH? GET YOUR OWN INVITATION 😭😭 i just adore the difference here though like, luke is the one purely excited here and not just “oh, aha, trying to get alone with rosa? how about: no.” but vyn is like 😭 “okay, shit, thanks for the invitation, marius.”

ARTEM MINDING HIS OWN BUSINESS BY HIS COMPUTER AND DECIDING TO INSERT HIMSELF INTO THE CONVERSATIONNN. they’re silly billies.

of course we needed our typical marluke banner 🥺

“Without us, who would you team up with?” did he just call marius friendless or can i also mix that with delulu poly nxx and add a hint of, “bitch who else are you planning to invite? we are RIGHT here” LMFAO

“Luke, are things at work slow lately?” 😭😭😭 i have tears in my eyes u were gonna invite him anyway shut up

i want a group event where the guys don’t butt in just to see if marius invites them anyway HAAHSJS like he just has the stuff ready for the boys just in case they butt in again, but one time they don’t and he’s just confused 😭

kicking my feet, he loves them all dearly. they’re my babies, my lil ol family!!

ANYWAYS… we’re here. Li Hotel 🤨 && again, the wayyy i was entranced with everything omg obsessed obsessed. BY THE WAY i already suspect that the letter-friend is reporter pearce 🤨🤨 don’t ask me for proper reasoning besides the fact that they reveal the letter-friend is a guy LMAO

&& shares the same life goal (wanting to travel around the world) as little boss 😔💜 but who knows…

alright last two things ✨ nxx boys lowkey teasing rosa by being in character HAHAHDJ (NOT ME POSTING THE WEONG PICTURE AND MAKING MYSELF SAD)

same, rosa, same 😭 (and the invitation card?? zoo wee mama- the way that marius was the only one who kept his eyes on rosa thoughhj hejeejnffk GRRR. okay sorry. NAUR and the luke stare 😔 marluke strikes my heart once again!!! WHY IS VYN ALL THE WAY UP THERE BTW)

anyways. last but not least, this isn’t technically apart of the prologue but it’s when Davis takes you on a little tour as always to show you the event and there is one part where you can have discussions with the boys. you click on luke by default but the first conversation option you have, he talks about this:

&& this actually made me tear up pretty bad 😭 then i had a whiplash and went “OHH THE FUCKING CARD” LMFAOO,, LIKE WHY WOULD HYV DO THIS TO ME 😞 i love the parallels luke always has with his au cards though ugh, makes me depressed in the right way(??)

like his birthday card (the name is itching my brain, i can’t remember) and in his bday event there was a mirror and sword (i believe) that appeared 😔 now this… sobbing throwing up, do NOT TOUCH ME

ARE YOU TELLING ME HE ACTUALLY DIES IN THE CARD STOOFPFPFDB??? THAT HE DOESN’T SAY HE LOVES HER? WHAT IS THIS. punching the floor. DO THEY ALL DIE? I THOUGHT ARTEM AT LEAST LIVES…. AM I MIXING UP CARDS…. see what this event is doing to me already 😔

ojay. i’m done here, had to write the thoughts out brrr, imma go finish reading the event now 🌚 toodles (unless u can read the vyn spoiler below)

HUGE CARD SPOILERS BELOW: VYN [MEDIEVAL SUSPENSE]

OHHbajdhd and adding on why I’m not trusting anyone - even our boys - in this event is because this event reminds me too much of a card that Vyn has. A group of folks in this card are acting and Vyn’s character ended up being the killer. I won’t leave my thoughts on the card but this is why I’m sus of everyone 😔

#tears of themis #tot #tears of themis spoilers #!tot events #pookie bears i love them dearly #also these cards… i was like… im not gonna pull but holy fuck rosa is so FINE in all of them #the GRIP this woman has on me #it should have been ME in those cards 😡 #anygays #having high hopes for this event fjfjd it is so cool already love the concept #gives me war flashbacks to vyn’s card though 😔 pls… hyv have mercy thankies #i think i am mixing the cards up with the train event though and now i’m scared that these cards do not actually have happy endings 😭😭 NOOO

[lathrine]

im reading an article about how vitriolic people visiting the national parks have gotten, and it is SO cathartic to see my exact experiences in grocery retail be restated by the customer service reps working in the parks.

like its awful, obvious. the average customer has gotten so nasty, and the employees Do Not deserve the treatment they’re receiving. but during 2020/2021, people seemed to think that those viral Nasty Customer videos were 1) not common and 2) relegated just to grocery/retail. and i cant speak for every single hospitality and customer service sector and store, but i can say that at my store that sort of vitriolic outbreak became VERY common. not constant, but common enough to bump the baseline up.

my manager and i had a conversation where she said a lot of her friends-- some of whom had been in the hospitality or customer service industry for over a decade-- were considering a career change because it was SO BAD and no one could even fathom how to move forward. none of us could imagine it ever getting better. our New Normal was people screaming at and berating us every day, blaming us for mask mandates and vaccines and supply shortages. threatening legal action and physical violence. of people intentionally trying to get us sick and terrorizing us. everything was an argument with no hope of de-escalation; it genuinely wouldve been less inciting to tell some of those customers “go fuck yourself” than it was to tell them “im so sorry, but.” and all that while we were surrounded by the extremely smothering reality that no one cared if we died and everyone considered us sub-human.

everyone i know who gave a fuck quit shortly after i did, because none of us could handle it anymore. this includes people who’d worked at that store since it opened, some of our most decorated and knowledgeable coworkers.

like. i dunno yall. its kind of like how you cant describe how things just Make Sense as you near the latter half of your 20s; i cant put into words just how horrifically awful customer service was at that time. if you didnt personally experience it, everything we say sounds like an exaggeration and hyperbole.

and i cannot stress this enough: its still that bad. i would imagine most customer service and hospitality places had the same thing happen: a mass exodus of everyone who knew what they were doing because they could not stand the abuse anymore, and a rotating door of new hires that Refuse (rightfully so!!!) to tolerate the abuse. there is a new breed of customer that genuinely Does Not Care about employees and see pleas of humanity and kindness as a challenge to see how quickly they can break the employee at the desk.

this is especially relevant now, with it being the holidays. employees are more short staffed and overworked than ever, and customers some how have even less patience. customers dont plan literally five minutes out, and then blame employees for not materializing their needs before them on a silver platter.

anyways. i dont know how this article ends, but i have a pretty good guess.

#ive mentioned this before but right before i quit i was having massive disassociation episodes and 8+ hr long anxiety attacks #then my work place announced they were ending employee mask mandates on what basically amounted to a pinky promise of vaccination #i Broke and i wrote up my resignation on the spot and i was out two work-days later. #i was so scared that it took me a month to even write up a new resume and start applying to jobs #blocked / forgot a LOT of the shit but like. we had to call the cops on a Bunch of people. #we had a whole group of like 20+ individuals come in maskless in like may of 2020 who didnt buy anything and just wanted to terrorize us #i had an old dude accuse my coffee bar of being in on a seattle-wide conspiracy to discontinue decaf coffee For Him Specifically #some lady berated me for ten minutes because she didnt like the answer i gave when she asked what filling we used for our eclairs #a regular had been banned from the local ulta for abusing the employees so NATURALLY she came to our store and rammed people with carts #threw shit at us and repeatedly pressured the cashiers into committing fraud #like it just. it Gets To You. #i genuinely loved that job. i planned on staying there for Years. #but it was so soul crushingly awful. #take prepandemic retail and triple how bad it was and you'll probably be close to COVID era customer service

[chrisevansluv]

I've always maintained that Snowpiercer, CATWS, Sunshine and Knives Out are his only exceptional films. And none of them are great because of his performance.

I also told yall he didn't deserve an Emmy nomination for Defending Jacob when all of you were saying he lost because of Apple TV's poor promotion. Apple literally had interviews lined up for him every day. He lost because the other actors nominated in his category were better.

No, because... Seeing it from the outside, I can't believe I said his acting in DJ was good. The "fury", "passion"... yeah... Too exaggerated that it took you out of the plot totally. Not to mention the emotional scenes... I-

You know I was head over heels for this man when I said the only problem in that show was the lack of chemistry

#cevansluv #career

[incarnateirony]

seriously yall get therapy, why are you so obsessed that you fandom stalkers groomed by my fucking personal crackbear are up the ass of people from whole other social circles just because you see me tweet at them. GET THERAPY. THERE IS NO FUCKING UNIVERSE THIS IS NORMAL BEHAVIOR IN. YOU CAN'T SAY YOU AREN'T ON MY DICK AND ARENT WORSHIPPING MY COCK WHEN YOU'RE RIDING IT THIS HARD 3 YEARS LATER.

T H E R A P Y.

SAY IT WITH ME, DUSTY L CANON.

T H E R A P Y

YOU DUMB MOTHERFUCKERS ON GOD ARE LITERALLY JUST GOING TO DM ANYONE YOU EVER SEE ME CONTACT WHILE PRETENDING YOU'RE NOT OBSESSED WITH ME. you just GOT BUSTED STALKING ME FOR YOUR STUPID 3RD PARTY STALKER SHIT I HAVE BEEN CALLING YOU FUCKING FAT WORMS OUT ABOUT.

WHAT IN THE JESUS JIMINY FUCK IS IMBALANCED IN YOUR HEADS.

boy this would be REAL CONVENIENT IF THERE WERE MAPPABLE TIES OF THIS FRIEND GROUP AND I WAS OPENLY TALKING ABOUT BUILDING THE HARASSMENT CASE FOR JUST THIS FOR THE LAST THREE YEARS. IT'D BE REAL DUMB OF YOU TO EXPLICITLY FUCK UP LIKE THIS NOW.

When i said that there is a schizoaffective woman that has been manipulated by a bunch of obsessed equally unwell fandom grudgewankers into a supreme circle jerk of jacking off to how hard they can ride my fucking dick, or that these people toxified every environment and abuse me wherever I fucking go, and made fandom unsafe, and the person I will be suing is directly fucking responsible for antagonizing it, I was not fucking exaggerating. It's right here.

Vile fucking un-people.

Like, literally no life, they've made their primary character attribute driving their online motivations for years being like "be a nuisance to Aaron". I am rent free in their heads. For years.

YOU'D THINK THESE FUCKIN MORONS WOULD HAVE LEARNED AFTER THE FURRY PORN SERVER BLOWOUT, BUT NO, THEY JUST WANNA KEEP GOING UNTIL YOU KNOW THAT DUSTY L CANON, TOO, WAS PART OF THE GREAT FURRY PORN SERVER PLAN TO TRY TO GET MY FUCKING ATTENTION. THEY'RE JUST GONNA KEEP DOING IT!! THEY'RE GONNA DEDICATE THEIR LIVES TO IT!!! THREE!! FUCKING!! YEARS MATES!!!!

AND THEY WILL ACT LIKE THEY ARE SANE ABOUT IT.

THREE YEARS. FANDOM. GRUDGES. CHASING PEOPLE TO FURRY AND GNOSTIC AND REAL LIFE AND BUSINESS KINGDOM COME. AND PRETENDING YOU ARE STABLE. EVEN IF YOU COUNT FROM WINCHESTERS IT HAS BEEN A YEAR, MATES. I LEFT FANDOM A SOLID YEAR AGO AND NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES I HAVE TOLD YOU TO FUCK OFF, YOU SUDDENLY COULDN'T READ.

DUSTY L CANON YOU, TOO, NEED TO BE DRAGGED BY THE HAIR TO THERAPY BY YOUR SPOUSE OR FAMILY. I barely even know who the fuck you are beyond a few fandom moments and you are dedicating YEARS OF YOUR LIFE TO OBSERVING AND BOTHERING ME. CATCH A CLUE.

"We didn't make him our god, we just made him the focus of three years of rent free consideration and active observation and discussion, and follow him to the ends of the earth and every platform. we all fail the bechdel test almost hourly because of this guy. We literally cannot help ourselves. Who did he message today, 3 years later? We're gonna try to MESSAGE THEM TO CAUSE SHIT."

Yeah. Okay.

This is literally why Corban wholesale deleted and restarted his server. These toxic fucking invasive fucking cockroaches pretending to be people on social media. He knew their attention arrives with a certain guest, and once everything folded on that guest like a venus fly trap, the server was closed, even if it cost him customers and shit, because the peace of mind of sanitizing these people out is worth any monetary gain.

you know that whole Parasocial Relationship thing fans usually reserve for celebrities? Them. Me. I barely know these people exist and they're just dedicated like this.

Do none of these people have ANY fucking dignity or shame. Fucking psychotic banshees, literally no fucking touch with normal social behaviors anymore, holy FUCK you guys.

No seriously when did you absolute fuck-ups get so fucked up that you normalized literal fucking stalking. cuz i promise you dusty here won't fucking grok that they're behaving like a fucking lunatic, yall think this is NORMAL.

TOUCH GRASS. LEAVE YOUR DMS. THERE IS A WORLD OUTSIDE OF BEING A SHADY FUCK UP SERPENTINE PIECE OF FANDOM OBSESSED SHIT STARTING PETTY HIGH SCHOOL DM WARS.

this--THIS is why she didn't like me telling the truth on my blog. These people have been fucking dog trained into stalking my every fucking movement, they are groomed into pure, slavish obsession to the point of DMing anyone they see me contact or that leaves a fucking comment, they are people I haven't seen for 1-3 years and cannot control themselves or bring themselves to stop or let the fuck go, but the longer I told the truth and the longer it manifest the worse it looked for the abusive piece of shit at the center of this while all her lies, delusions and hallucinations were exposed.

There are ZERO reasons for you to be involving yourself in my life beyond pure, definitionally evil, lacking-in-good vengeance that I made your friend feel bad for realizing her life is a lie and she fucked her whole life up. What's true is true, your anger is for you to deal with. You're not gonna drive me off the internet you insufferable pieces of shit. Not my fault you're all performative sacks of shit. Leave me the fuck alone.

gee derhyuck why aaron not just leave it alone when he got socially attacked by the same broad's knob gobbling cult in january durhyurck why does he say they keep coming back every three months for his attention derhyuck what month is it, 4? what's 1+3 derhyuck.

Dusty, if you wanted to blow me, you just had to buy me dinner. Searching my every mention for a year puts off a bit of tryhard, so now I'm not interested, see.

how many women can ride my dick at once, it's like a fucking kebab up in this bitch. Like, do you guys want to take turns, or fight over it? I can get the mud wrestling tub and bikinis.

No seriously it's been every 3 months with these hookers for real. April. January. October. July. And so on. Like the change of fucking season. Every goddamn solstice or equinox I get a bunch of dumb sluts trying to DM anyone I ever tweetered at to start shit. Like I have a dozen jealous girlfriends.

i wonder how many of these people were groomed into gobbling my dick as magic and are just in flat denial so this is how it translates.

But Hermes always was kind of a dick.

Ill-Fated Maya--High Pixie!

#Youtube

[trans-rights-adam-jensen]

I would be like "my transness and nb-ness is showing" but i named this blog trans rights so.

Anyway tired of so much of stylized art ending up making men and women look vastly different. Intense exaggeration of hourglasses and boxiness... Yall ever look at real people? not models. put any amount of body fat on someone so that they don't look like a magazine photo shoot anymore--which like, that's a whole other problem too btw!--and it gets harder to tell besides the bits what someone's assigned sex is. I see people all the time that are out here living their lives that could pass* as either or none of the archetypes we've created for ourselves, and they aren't doing anything specific. they just look like that.

(*passing isn't necessary, ofc, but here I mean 'say they were either a man or a woman to people not used to trans bodies and nobody would wonder otherwise')

As a species, humans have very little sexual dimorphism. I'd argue even less than we think, because more than anything, there seems to be strong pressure to deliberately change or attire our bodies into looking, sounding, moving like one or another of the big two.

Even before I was out as trans, I got mistaken for a gender that was not my assigned sex at birth. I'm not intersex either. Bodies are just that generic. I want more of that, intentionally, in art. And also if the stick-thin-but-big-ass-and-boob ladies and skin-and-bones-besides-pecs-and-core-muscles men could quit being the references everyone uses that'd be great too. Oh and maybe draw some POC while you're at it too!

#helix chatters #body image stuff #art thoughts #humans #mild rant #not mad #just pointing some shit out

[tyonfs]

cherry girl!

❝ i think it’s about time i show you how good i can make you feel. ❞

PAIRING ▸ na jaemin x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ smut, fluff, crack, college au, gamer au (twitch streamer!jaemin), friends to lovers, fuckboy au, friends with benefits au, a little bit of angst

WARNINGS ▸ profanity, sexting, dirty talk, corruption kink, the classic “teaching them to fuck” trope, fingering, oral (f. and m. receiving), dry humping, praise, mc is very innocent, jaemin being a cocky loser (somewhat endearing?), jealous jaemin is a dick, sneaking around, slight exhibitionism, mutual pining

SUMMARY ▸ virginity is a social construct, so it’s not like na jaemin had to know you were a pure, untouched maiden. okay, so maybe you should’ve told him that before he was knuckles-deep inside you.

or, in which progressing from best friends to best friends with benefits is hard, especially when you both have feelings for each other.

PLAYLIST ▸ know now by nct u • fuck up the friendship by leah kate • often by the weeknd • double take by dhruv

WORD COUNT ▸ 16722 words

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ I’VE BEEN SO EXCITED TO RELEASE THIS i hope yall enjoy and lmk what u think !! ♡ tag list is at the bottom and a big thank you to everyone who asked to be part of it!

YOU WERE NOTORIOUS FOR TALKING BIG.

So apparently telling Lee Jeno that his best friend couldn’t please you was a mistake. Na Jaemin, popular Twitch streamer slash campus heartthrob, had mentioned that he wanted to see you without the clothes you had on. It was a shameless move, but only Jaemin could say something so bold without faltering. Naturally, you laughed in his face.

When Jeno brought it up later, your conversation ran into several tangents, ending up with Jeno admitting that Jaemin wanted nothing more than to fuck the daylights out of you. (This was an exaggeration, you suspected, but the poor man wasn’t even present to defend himself). You weren’t blind; Na Jaemin was incredibly hot and could probably make your panties drop in seconds.

However, you were a little hysterical and claimed that Jaemin wouldn’t even be able to make you whimper. None of this was true, actually. Truth was, you were a complete virgin so you had no idea what you were saying. Jaemin could probably kiss your cheek and you would think about it for months. To be fair, you were a lightweight, and three shots of Pink Whitney was enough to get your mouth running.

On Friday night, while you were making a rather sad batch of spaghetti, you received your first sext from Na Jaemin.

jaemin: you up? jaemin: jeno just talked to me jaemin: said u were getting mouthy

you: what did he tell you?

jaemin: smthn ab u saying i can’t please you jaemin: i don’t think u realize what ur dealing with

Attached was a picture of Jaemin’s thighs in those godforsaken grey sweatpants—yes, the grey sweatpants that could bring a woman to her knees. His perfect, hardened cock strained against the fabric. His large, veiny hand placed right on his thigh.

You fucked up, you realized, but in the best way possible. There were girls who would kill for Na Jaemin to text them like this, but here he was, sending you pictures of him in all his glory. You could recount all the times you made fun of Jaemin for garnering a wide audience of girls on his Twitch channel, but you understood it all too clearly now.

you: idk what you’re talking about

jaemin: hmm jaemin: u sure about that kitten?

Your stomach flipped, dropped, turned—whatever they called it. You were experiencing all those butterflies that people often talked about. Your interactions with Na Jaemin in the past had all been safe-for-work, consisting of platonic food runs and platonic breakdowns over coding assignments together.

Now, though, you were seeing a side to him that you had never expected to witness in a million years. (However, you weren’t complaining).

It took you some time to gather your thoughts because this was one hundred percent the strangest thing that had happened to you in a long, long time. And you were friends with Mark Lee, so weird kind of followed you around on a semi-regular basis.

While your fingers hovered over the keyboard, trying to come up with some response, Jaemin sent another picture. You were at the edge of your couch, elbows resting on your knees as you examined what you had just been sent. Your cheeks felt hot as you relished the sight of Na Jaemin in his boxers, cock thick and hard against the material. You sighed contently at the way his hand pushed up the fabric of his shirt, showing off that delicious v-line. His bulge was sending your brain into overdrive, and you were somewhat flattered because this was OnlyFans material.

jaemin: did u like the surprise baby?

This was insane. Incredible. Out-of-this-world. Something that only happened to girls in cheesy rom-coms (if those cheesy rom-coms happened to be more explicit than PG-13).

A week ago, you were taking care of a wasted Na Jaemin on the floor of his apartment bathroom, and he had you clutching your sides with laughter when he moped about his broken phone. (He dropped it from Jeno’s balcony in a desperate attempt to save his doughnut, but at what cost?). His disheveled state had caught you so off-guard that you almost forgot that he was a big-shot streamer outside of your social circle.

Problem #1: You had no idea how to respond to this.

Something like “wow” or “yes” sounded far too dry, but it was far too cringe to add those stupid heart-eye emojis. Your head was spinning at this point—too fast for you to form a coherent thought—but your brain arrived at a risqué conclusion.

Send a nude back.

It seemed like the only fair thing to do. After all, Jaemin was exposing his body for you, so the courteous thing to do as a friend would be to do the same back. There was the chance, of course, that you would regret this later when you weren’t horny, but right now, this felt like the right thing to do. A noble act of trading nudes for the betterment of your relationship with Na Jaemin.

Problem #2: You had no idea how to take a nude.

Once you had your pajamas off, you felt far more sexy than you did when you were dressed in bunny slippers and a Winnie the Pooh onesie. You were sure the way you tried to angle yourself was not flattering at all. The arch in your back made it obvious that you were trying way too hard. You settled for laying down and deliciously crossing your legs to show off your Victoria’s Secret matching underwear and bra.

The fact that you had to retake the picture about fifteen times was quite embarrassing. Finally, though, you took one that you deemed acceptable to send to Jaemin. Your bra strap was hanging off your shoulder, coupled with your underwear hanging low on your hips.

Your heart was a mess when you hit send, and you stared at the screen for minutes just waiting for him to react.

Five minutes passed.

You drummed your fingers impatiently against your thigh, eyes narrowed at your silent phone. For a while, you thought pretending you didn’t care would spur a notification, but nothing seemed to be working. You even turned it off and then back on to see if your notifications were just being buggy.

Ten minutes. Six hundred seconds. It had been ten minutes since your last message.

The thought of possibly missing the notification crosses your mind, and even though that was virtually impossible since you were watching your phone like a hawk, you gave yourself the benefit of the doubt. You turned your phone on again and sifted through your notifications from various social media apps. Yet, not a single notification was from the one person you were waiting for.

You let out a frustrated sigh and sank back into your seat. Your brain was regressing into flooding with the absolute worst-case scenarios, and you had to remind yourself that no, Y/N, just because Jaemin hasn’t texted you back in six minutes doesn’t mean he got into a car crash.

But now it had been seven minutes, so maybe he had gotten into a car crash.

Amidst your meltdown, though, your phone vibrated. It was a good thing your roommate, Huang Renjun, wasn’t around. If he had seen how you fumbled with your phone, you would’ve been teased endlessly. Who could blame you when it was the first picture of your body you had ever sent? You were still wading in virgin waters, and no one had yet pulled you out.

jaemin: fuck baby jaemin: do u know how hard i am rn? jaemin: god jaemin: u look so pretty in those tiny panties jaemin: mm jaemin: wanna rip them off and make u feel good

The string of texts sent your head in a whirl. Obviously, you were over the moon with his reaction, but when Jaemin’s caller ID popped up on your phone screen, you nearly had a heart attack. Displayed was a picture of him sitting on the sidewalk with a traffic cone on his head. You remembered the exact day you took this; Jaemin was drunk off his ass, and he texted you and Jeno to pick him up from a party. Jeno never responded because he was pages deep in his lab report, so you walked all the way to some satellite frat house to take Jaemin home.

In a matter of seconds, your brain was battling whether to pick up or not. You weren’t sure if you were mentally ready for this conversation or if you were ready for the course of your friendship with Jaemin to change forever, but you steeled your nerves and accepted the call.

“Hey,” came Jaemin’s husky voice. His words were staggered and a little breathless. “So… you picked up.”

“Of course I did,” you replied, willing your voice not to waver. “Um… what’s up?”

Jaemin paused and everything seemed to click for you. Staggered, breathless words. Your heart was freefalling from whatever cloud it was on.

Jaemin was fucking himself while talking to you. Fucking himself because of you.

Quite honestly, this would be the kind of thing that would put you off. You were normally creeped out by men who made such advances on you. However, this time, you felt somewhat flattered considering it was coming from Na Jaemin, the hottest guy you had ever met.

So, now, you were incredibly turned on.

Jaemin scoffed a little, amused. “You thought I’d let you off after you sent that picture?” You could hear shuffling over the line, which your brain determined was him sitting up. “Touch yourself for me, Y/N.”

Problem #3: You had no idea how to touch yourself.

It wasn’t like you never had a horny thought ever. You often found yourself wanting to get yourself off, but no matter how much you tried, you just couldn’t get yourself there. Masturbating left you defeated, rubbing at your folds tiredly with no taste of sweet victory.

“O-okay,” you replied, sliding your hand down the front of your body until it slipped past your underwear.

Your breathing shallowed as your fingers attempted to work on your folds. You prodded at your entrance with careful hands, daring to slip a finger inside, but every time you tried, you couldn’t get past the tight squeeze. Jaemin was groaning and cursing under his breath on the other end of the line, sending shivers down your spine. His husky voice was encouraging you to try even harder, and the way he chanted your name made you feel giddy.

Hundreds of fangirls in the comments of Jaemin’s streams practically begged the man to say their name, and here you were, hearing it so raw and unfiltered and dirty.

You were frustrated, though, because you couldn’t seem to feel any pleasure with what you were trying to do. You supposed you simply didn’t know how to masturbate properly, or you hadn’t found a method that worked for you. Still, when you heard Jaemin groan a little louder and let out an exalted sigh, you tried to fake an orgasm to share the moment with him.

Seconds later, you were caught.

“You didn’t get off, did you?” Jaemin asked, his deep-pitched voice filling your ears like a melody.

Embarrassed, you wished you could shy away from the conversation, but you instead whispered, “I couldn’t.” You paused for a moment. “I wanted to.”

“I knew it.” The inflection in Jaemin’s voice made your head spin, and even more so when he said, “I’m coming over.”

“You are?” you asked, dazed.

“Be there in ten.”

When Jaemin hung up, you stared at your phone for a minute straight. Ten minutes. In ten minutes, Na Jaemin would be at your door, and then he would probably be pinning you up against it. You were about 31.5% prepared for this, so you just about flew to your closet to pick out an outfit. You were certain Jaemin wanted to see the lingerie from the picture you took, so you put on a tank top and a pair of cotton shorts over the set. You were sure he’d appreciate the thin material, especially since it was so revealing.

Ten minutes felt like an eternity.

You swore each second that ticked by lasted milliseconds longer than it should’ve been. You were a bit frustrated that applying a quick layer of lip gloss didn’t take up eight of the minutes, and thus, you ended up staring at your iPhone clock for the remaining duration of time.

Jaemin didn’t even live very far. You two were in the same apartment building, separated by a few floors. On the first day of university, you met him at the housing block party, courtesy of Jeno and Renjun. Those two were the only reason why you knew Jaemin personally and—

Oh god. Renjun.

How were you going to get railed in peace when you shared an apartment with Huang Renjun? It wasn’t like the walls were paper-thin, but, then again, you weren’t experienced enough to know how loud you were during sex.

While you were trying to convince yourself that you might not even lose your virginity tonight, a knock came at the door.

You flew to your feet. In the matter of seconds between you walking to the door and opening it, all you could think about was how you were going to finally slice through the sexual tension between you and Na Jaemin. He was finally going to touch you and show you the pleasure you had been craving. So, you took a deep breath and opened the door, ready for a mind-blowing night.

Or not.

Na Jaemin was indeed at the door, but he wore a sheepish grin as Jeno, Donghyuck, and Mark stood behind him. The expectations you had for tonight were freefalling off the side of a cliff before shattering on the ground.

“Yo, where’s Renjun?” Mark asked, stepping out of his slippers and walking into your apartment like he owned the place. He stuffed his hands in the pocket of his sweater and looked at you. “Y/N, you’re watching National Treasure with us, right?”

“Looks like I am now,” you replied, and only Jaemin seemed to pick up on the bitter undertone in your voice.

He hung back while the other three went to wake Renjun up. Now, you and Jaemin were alone, your friend’s voices becoming background noise from the other room. You were shocked at how the sexual tension fired right back up, and Jaemin’s hand reached forward to grab your hip.

“I tried to go out alone,” he explained, “but Jeno caught me and invited the others when he found out I was going to your place.”

“Oh.” You tried to wave it off like you didn’t mind. “That’s fine. I wanted to watch a movie with everyone, anyway.”

Jaemin snorted, fingers playing with the hem of your shorts. “Is that why you dressed up for me?” He dipped his head to get a better look at you. “You wouldn’t wear something like this just to watch a movie, right?”

Your cheeks heated up when you saw the smirk tugging at his lips. In that moment, you realized you were utterly doomed. There was no way you were going to make it through the night. Not when Jaemin was like this.

“But that’s okay,” he added under his breath, “because I’m the only one who knows what you’re wearing underneath.”

And, because God forbid you have one moment alone with Na Jaemin, cue your roommate followed by your pesky friends.

“Can a guy get some sleep on a Friday night?” Renjun muttered, rubbing his eyes as he walked out of his room. The mischievous grins of his friends followed him out.

“You’re crazy to think you could actually waste away a Friday night,” Donghyuck retorted. “Aren’t you a college student?”

“C’mon, Renjun,” Mark urged. “It’s just two hours.” He looked up to see you and Jaemin at the doorway. “You two are joining us, right? Don’t be lame like Renjun.”

“Lame? I literally woke up to watch it with you guys!” Renjun objected.

You glanced at Jaemin before looking back at the four with a sweet smile on your lips. “How could I miss it?”

The six of you often spent time together like this, so it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary that they were showing up uninvited. Sure, Renjun wasn’t too happy about that, but you knew the best way to make him forget was by making him his own batch of popcorn, so that’s exactly what you offered to do. Everyone else was content with sharing one bowl, but Renjun got snappy if there were too many people pawing through his bowl.

When Jaemin strolled into your kitchen, you already knew trouble was brewing behind those gleaming eyes of his. He hardly tried to help out, normally settling for lounging on the couch until someone forced him to get up. His very presence alerted you that he was up to no good.

Problem was, you liked the sound of no good.

“Renjun’s such a baby.” Jaemin snorted at the sight of you getting a separate bowl of popcorn for your housemate.

You shot him a knowing look. “And you’re not?” you fired back. “As I recall, you were the one complaining about Jeno getting you ketchup instead of honey mustard last week.”

Jaemin leaned against the kitchen counter, a pout settling on his lips. It was funny seeing him so domestic and tame, considering you were listening to him moan over the phone just a while ago. When you assumed the conversation left him defeated, Jaemin decided to speak up once again after you started the microwave. As always, you were left baffled by how horny college boys were.

“So you didn’t touch yourself, huh?”

Jaemin’s eyes were trained on the thin fabric of your shorts. Meanwhile, you were choking on air, hitting your chest to calm your breathing and process how blunt his words were. You were glad your friends were chatting loudly in the living room because this wasn’t a conversation you wanted anyone to eavesdrop on.

The look in Jaemin’s eyes shifted to something darker—more lustful. He tugged your arm closer to him so that he could grab hold of your hip, moving you so that you were in front of him. You were standing right between his legs, pressed close to his body, and you found it hard to breathe because you had never been this close to your friend before.

You knew exactly what you should’ve done. You should’ve pushed Jaemin away, told him this wasn’t the time, and went back to the living room to enjoy your movie night with your friends.

Instead, you gripped the front of his shirt tighter when he moved his hand from your hip to the front of your shorts.

No, no—this was wrong. You weren’t supposed to be doing this with your friend; it would change the entire trajectory of your relationship with him. Moreover, only a wall separated you two from the rest of your friends. What you had to do was—

He dipped his head so that his lips were brushing against the shell of your ear. “Let me show you what you’ve been missing out on.”

—forget everything and let Na Jaemin fuck the daylights out of you.

You were flipped around, hips pushed against the kitchen counter as Jaemin’s impatient hands roamed your body. He groped your tit with one hand as his lips ghosted the skin along your collarbone. You were trying not to whimper from how his other hand was palming your cunt so carefully, like you were glass.

However, when Jaemin’s finger brushed against that one spot that made your head go dizzy and your knees buckle under you, you remembered that you were the biggest virgin and had no idea what to do. The problem was that Jaemin had no idea about your lack of experience. In fact, the reason he was going to these lengths was probably because he thought you knew what you were doing.

The sound of the microwave beeping made you two pull away instantly, like magnets repelling. Mumbling an apology, you took the fresh popcorn out and portioned it in two bowls—one for Renjun and one for everyone else.

Jaemin took one of the bowls. “We can continue this later,” he mumbled in your ear before slinking back to the living room.

You took a second to gather your bearings before following him to where your friends were situated. To your relief, no one added on by asking why you and Jaemin were taking so long in the kitchen. They all seemed to settle into the understanding that you two were terrible at being time-efficient. Donghyuck’s head was buried in his phone, Mark was helping Jeno pick out a movie, and Renjun was rubbing his eyes and pouting. When Jaemin handed him his popcorn bowl, though, he perked right up.

“Thank god,” Renjun gushed. “I was gonna die if I heard Hyuck complain one more time about his side piece flaking on him.”

“Girls are so complicated,” your friend whined in response. “She wanted me but now she’s backing off because she’s scared about losing her virginity, but now she still expects something from me. What am I supposed to do about that?”

Awkward. That was quite literally you.

Jaemin took a seat on the couch beside you. He covered himself with the blanket you were sharing, and the close proximity made you more conscious of him. Maybe you were starting to regret running your mouth because this was the most overwhelming situation you had ever been in. You thought you were going to pass out then and there.

“Hyuck, it’s not like you were looking for a relationship, anyway,” Jeno chimed in. “You and Jaemin terrify me.”

“All I did was sit here and make your popcorn,” Jaemin defended himself. “What did I do for my name to be slandered?”

You snorted. It was no surprise to anyone in your friend group that Jaemin and Donghyuck were probably the two biggest heartbreakers of the group. While Donghyuck simply just had bad luck, Jaemin was the one who got flighty out of nowhere—a true red flag.

This made you even more nervous about starting anything with him. However, when you felt his hand run up your bare thigh, you remembered how red was, in fact, your favorite color.

You spread your legs a little, heart pounding faster than ever. You could barely hear the intervals of your heartbeat. A psychologist should’ve really been analyzing your behavior right now. You hadn’t even tried dipping your toes into the water; you were jumping completely into Na Jaemin.

You knew you had to tell him that you had never gone this far before, but you had no idea how to bring it up. It could go several ways, but the outcomes you were most worried about were a) Jaemin laughing in your face, b) Jaemin distancing himself, or c) Jaemin getting upset because you didn’t tell him earlier.

When he continued circling his fingers over your shorts, though, you realized he was going to find out eventually, whether you told him or not.

He didn’t waste any time before his fingers slid under your shorts and rubbed against your clothed cunt. You pressed your lips together in a thin line, forcing yourself to not cry out when Jaemin’s thumb rubbed precise circles over your clit. It wasn’t all that surprising that he knew exactly where to pleasure you, but you found it hard to keep up with your friends’ conversation while Jaemin was stimulating your clitoris.

You were starting to squirm after a while, so Jaemin took that as his cue to go further. He pushed your underwear aside to rub his fingers along your folds. You hoped you didn’t look as dazed as you felt, but then you had to suppress a moan when you felt his finger ease inside you.

The conversation from your friends was drowning out, and you were staring blankly at the TV screen as Jaemin was slowly fingering you. His thumb circled your clit all the while, testing to see how far he could go. After a while of unresponsiveness from your side, you started squirming again when Jaemin started teasing another finger in you.

“Jaemin, everyone knows you’re the enemy of all women,” Renjun said. He whipped his head around and warned his friend, “I’ll kill you if you go anywhere near Y/N, by the way.”

“Yeah, don’t corrupt our Cherry Girl,” Mark added flatly.

“Cherry Girl?” you asked, wondering if you should be offended or not.

“You know,” Jeno started, “the cherry—like your virginity.”

Ah. Lovely.

You just laughed in response—practiced, empty. It was your little party trick of fooling people into thinking you found something funny. In this case, you were just trying not to slip over the edge and come undone in front of your friends.

Then, you realized you might have fucked up.

Jaemin just found out you were a virgin.

To be fair, virginity was a social construct, so it wasn’t like Na Jaemin had to know you were a pure, untouched maiden.

Okay, so maybe you should’ve told him that before he was knuckles-deep inside you.

“You’re a virgin?” Jaemin asked, and his hand stilled inside of you. Your breath was caught in your throat for a moment, and your eyes darted everywhere but him until you made a strangled sound of confirmation. To your surprise, Jaemin grinned. “Nice.”

“Hey!” Renjun snapped. “What’s nice supposed to mean?”

Jaemin held his free hand up in surrender. “Give me a break. I just meant it’s nice to save yourself for that special someone.”

Renjun seemed sold, but he narrowed his eyes at Jaemin. “I know how horny you get. Don’t corrupt Y/N.”

Jaemin grinned sheepishly at him, and while everyone took that as agreement, you were trying to hold your breath as his two fingers pumped in and out of your cunt. There was no way you were going to get through the movie like this, but Jaemin was insistent.

When you made eye contact with him, the gentle smirk on his lips was enough to make your brain go haywire. He adjusted the way he was sitting on the couch, which you assumed was so that he could get you to sit on his lap. You closed your eyes, and you quickly realized the cinch in your gut was the preamble of an orgasm. However, when Jaemin was in the perfect position, Mark turned and laid down so that his head was in his lap.

“Are you kidding me?” Jaemin whispered, sliding his fingers out of you quickly. You wanted to scream when you felt your oncoming high dissipating.

“What?” Mark complained. “I wanna be comfy for the movie.”

“There’s a lot of ways you can be comfy without being a cockblock, Mark,” Jaemin muttered coldly. When Mark made a sound of confusion, seemingly not hearing his friend, Jaemin turned his head to whisper in your ear, “Do you want me to stay over after they leave?”

It took you a moment to realize that his fingers weren’t in you anymore. You were so sexually frustrated, but you nodded in response, leaving Jaemin smug for the rest of the movie.

Jaemin was a complete loser, you decided.

Not only did he fall asleep on your couch, but when he peeled off his sweater earlier, you discovered that he was wearing a Twitch shirt underneath. He was going to fuck you wearing a Twitch shirt. That was probably the most horrifying news you had come across in a long time, and that was saying a lot considering you found Renjun microwaving his fruit last week.

Mark, Donghyuck, and Jeno weren’t too keen on spending the night on the couch, so they decided to ditch their poor friend and go back to their respective apartments. Renjun slinked back to his room, passing out as soon as his head hit the mattress. Jaemin was left on your couch, one leg dangling off as he hugged a pillow. You left a blanket for him, but he let it drop to the floor after being tucked in for a mere ten minutes.

You scoffed, but you had to admit Jaemin’s sleeping face was adorable. He looked so calm and peaceful when he wasn’t hyped up on several shots of espresso.

“Stop staring at me, creep,” Jaemin mumbled, eyes still closed.

You jumped a little at the sudden accusation. “Aren’t you supposed to be asleep? It’s creepy that you could even tell I was still here… creep,” you fired back.

Jaemin snickered, a playful smile crossing his lips. “What? Did you wanna fuck on the couch?” He shifted slightly so that he was facing you, and this time, he opened his eyes groggily. “I mean, we’re finally alone so—”

“You’re wearing a Twitch t-shirt,” you retorted. “Change into another shirt and I’ll consider it.”

Jaemin pouted. “That’s so mean, Y/N. This is, like, who I am.”

“A Twitch streamer is your entire personality,” you clarified, to which Jaemin nodded. “Enticing.” When your best friend snorted in response, you continued, “Renjun says you’re bad news, so you’ll have to convince me that this is a good idea.”

Jaemin opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He seemed rather stunned by your statement, which was funny considering he didn’t seem to have any objections earlier. You wondered if he was just trying to put on a front for you, but it was Jaemin. Why would he care how he came off in front of you? You were already too close with him to judge him for whatever came out of his mouth.

“Bad news? Me?” He sat up this time, rubbing the back of his neck. “Just because I slept around? That’s harsh.”

“Well, it doesn’t exactly make you look like a saint,” you pointed out.

“But I’m a Twitch streamer,” Jaemin whined, reaching forward to grab your waist. You swallowed down your shriek as he pulled you onto his lap, holding you close. It was nice like this, you realized, and Jaemin was warm. He buried his face into the crook of your neck and continued, “Shouldn’t that cancel out all the fucking around I did?”

You laughed at his reasoning, swiveling a little in his lap to face him. “I’ll have to admit, gamers can be hot, though.”

“Oh? You think I’m hot?” Jaemin smirked a little, and you had to fight down the shyness creeping up your neck. For a second, he was just staring at you, taking in everything about you. “Y/N, it’s been really hard trying not to kiss you all night.”

Normally, this would be the part where you two kissed and spent a passionate night together after being cockblocked all evening. However, you felt a snarky comment coming to mind and replacing whatever sexual urge that was rising.

“Then maybe you shouldn’t have invited over every single mutual friend we have,” you countered bitterly. You bit your lip before you added, “I was ready to just spend the night with you.”

Jaemin sucked in a sharp breath, his hands dropping to squeeze your hips. “You’re a virgin, right?” His hands then moved onto your thighs, rubbing up and down. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier? I wouldn’t have finger-fucked you like that if it was your first time.” When you didn’t respond, a smile grew on Jaemin’s face. “No way. You liked it, didn’t you? You liked me touching you in front of our friends.”

Heat rose to your cheeks at his vulgar words. “Jaemin!” you exclaimed, looking back at him with wide eyes. “That’s so—”

“Okay, then tell me I’m wrong,” he cut in. “Tell me you didn’t like staying quiet while I fucked you under the blanket.”

Unfortunately, you knew that you were a terrible liar and there was no point in trying to defend yourself. You had to come clean to Na Jaemin.

“Fine,” you spat. “Maybe I did get turned on when you were fingering me in front of everyone, but it’s not like I wanted to be caught or anything.”

Jaemin wore an amused expression, and you had never felt so vulnerable in your life. You tried to avert your gaze, but he grabbed your chin and made you look him in the eye.

“And this is coming from the cherry girl who said I wouldn’t be able to please her earlier,” Jaemin mused, scoffing a little. “You’re so dirty for someone so innocent. I think it’s about time I show you how good I can make you feel.”

Maybe a couch wasn’t exactly the most romantic place in the world to have your first time, and Na Jaemin definitely wasn’t a romantic person (to you, at least), but you felt comfortable with him. After all, you hadn’t exactly heard of good first-time experiences from your friends. Donghyuck mentioned how his first time was in the blind spot of a parking lot, and the police ended up pulling over next to them.

With Jaemin’s lustful eyes gazing at you so tenderly, you wanted to give in. (Yes, even with that damn Twitch shirt he wore).

You hardly had time to process how his eyes dropped to your lips, butterflies flocking to your stomach in seconds before Jaemin was leaning in, pressing his soft lips to yours. You reciprocated almost immediately, wrapping your arms around his neck and adjusting your position so that you were straddling his lap. Jaemin leaned back on the couch, hands dropping to the back of your thighs as he lazily kissed you.

Strangely enough, it felt like the most normal thing in the world to kiss Na Jaemin. After a while, your mouth moved in perfect sync with his, and you wondered how the hell you never thought of doing this before. His tongue was making you feel dizzy, but before you knew it, your tongue was dancing with his so naturally.

Jaemin sat up straighter, hands traveling up your body once you two were chest-to-chest. He broke from your lips to press kisses from your jawline to your neck. You could only let out soft whimpers as he mapped his way down your body, eventually getting to the swell of your breasts.

You were supposed to feel exposed and vulnerable as Jaemin tugged your shirt and bra aside, but you felt safe. You felt safe even as he took your tit into his mouth, tongue tracing a pattern around your nipple. You felt safe even as he littered hickies over your chest.

A fire rekindled in Jaemin. He grew more passionate, more eager. You could feel the desperation dripping off of him as he pushed you down on the couch, switching positions so that he was over you, eyes racking your body with a newfound hunger.

For a second, you just got to admire his beauty and take a breather. Jaemin tugged off his shirt and tossed it aside. You turned your head to look at the discarded clothing. You quickly realized that you were supposed to do the same, so you peeled off your shirt as Jaemin was taking off his pants.

“Ah, the pretty little shorts you put on just for me,” he noted, holding eye contact with you as he helped you out of your shorts. You could hear the strangled growl in the back of his throat. “You look so fucking pretty.”

The effect his words had on you were insane, but you had to remind yourself that this was Jaemin. You two were good friends and regularly hung out; this wasn’t some guy you had been romantically involved with.

“You’re just saying that because we’re about to have sex,” you said with a light laugh, a touch nervous. Yeah, part of you didn’t want that to be true, but the other part of you had no idea how you would feel if it wasn’t true.

Jaemin’s eyes hardened. “Are you kidding? I’ve always thought you were gorgeous.”

You drew in a sharp intake of breath.

Not perfect. Gorgeous. No, you weren’t perfect. Not untouchable or unattainable for Jaemin. Not someone he could admire from afar and never bring himself to go after. You were gorgeous. You were someone he found captivating even without a rose-tinted lens. He saw every side of you, and he still thought you were gorgeous.

Jaemin pressed a slow kiss to your shoulder. “Are you sure about this?” he asked softly. “Let’s move to your room, then.”

You honestly didn’t expect much from Jaemin, but you underestimated just how built he was. He scooped you up like you were nothing, and you had to take a few seconds to process the fact that you were lifted off the couch so easily. His hands gripped your bottom firmly, but his fingers were brushing against your inner thighs and you found it difficult to keep your cool.

Jaemin kicked the door shut behind him and laid you down on the edge of your bed. You were confused why he left your legs dangling off the side (and it wasn’t very comfortable), but then it hit you when he situated himself between your legs.

He was about to eat you out.

“I’m gonna taste you here, pretty girl,” he hummed, fingers prodding against your clothed cunt. That strangely endearing shit-eating grin spread across his face. “I hope you return the favor one day.”

You grew shy at that. “I don’t really know how to do that…”

“I’ll teach you,” he insisted, “but right now, I want you to relax for me.” Jaemin made eye contact with you for a split second while he was tugging down your underwear. “Tell me when you want me to stop.”

“Noted.”

You swallowed thickly. This was your first time experiencing something like this, and you were more anxious about what Jaemin would think about seeing you in full glory. His incomprehensible groan when he saw you bare surely elevated your confidence, but you couldn’t stop thinking about how his mouth would be over your folds in seconds.

You could pinpoint the exact moment his tongue came into contact with your cunt because your senses heightened in seconds. You felt like you were falling into a haze with the way Jaemin’s tongue worked on your folds. He gripped your thighs with fervor as he pressed kisses up to your clit.

You shuddered when he started sucking on the little ball of nerves, but you yearned for more. Jaemin noticed how you fisted the sheets, smirking against your folds. Your hips lifted, getting as much more friction as possible, wordlessly begging for more.

The night was quiet apart from your blissful sighs and the sounds from Jaemin’s mouth making you fall apart at the seams. You became a squirming mess under him, and Jaemin forced your hips down as a warning. He was strong, you realized, and you were inching closer to your high at the thought of him using all that power to fuck you until you were spent.

“H-how are you so good at this?” you croaked out, slapping one hand over your mouth before a moan escaped.

Jaemin pulled away for a moment to look at you, and he grinned in that cocky, arrogant way that was so incredibly sexy. “What? I’m just spelling out your name with my tongue.”

You had no explanation for how hot that sounded.

“Well keep it going then,” you ordered, pushing at his head to get him back between your legs. “It feels different—good different.”

Truthfully, you couldn’t describe the feeling, but it was like a knot of pressure was daring to unleash. You wanted to just let it happen, but every time Jaemin slipped away, you felt a little more of it disappear. It was starting to frustrate you, so you whined and pressed your thighs together.

Jaemin spread your legs again. “Can’t make you feel good if you keep your legs closed,” he said. “I’m gonna show you how to get yourself off for real, Y/N. I want you to do it while I’m eating you out.”

“Huh?” you asked blankly as Jaemin took your hand and moved it to your cunt. He placed your fingertips over your clit and made you rub in tight circles. In a breath, you whispered, “Oh my god.”

“Keep doing that for me, princess.”

You could only respond with a broken whimper. Compared to Jaemin’s expert fingering earlier, you felt more amateur, more sloppy. It seemed to be getting the job done, though, because you could feel an undercurrent of pleasure rippling under your flushed skin.

Jaemin’s tongue snaked inside you, and you had to blink several times to keep your sanity at bay. Your head was clouding at the way he was making you feel good in places you never expected to reach. With a few more strokes of his tongue, your orgasm came crashing over you before you could even think about warning Jaemin.

He groaned against your cunt as it pulsated from the overwhelming pleasure you were experiencing. You always thought orgasms were specific to the one area, but you could feel this sensation all over. It was the pinpricks of heat prickling your skin, the euphoric wash making your brain foggy, and the trembling limbs that tied it all together. You were a whimpering, shaky mess as you rode out the waves of pleasure that Jaemin worked out of you.

When your walls nearly stopped pulsating (save for the occasional twitching), Jaemin took that as his cue to stop abusing your cunt. You let out a light huff when he stood up again, looking down at you with that cocky smirk on his lips.

“Sounds like you enjoyed that,” he commented. You could tell his ego was through the roof, and it pissed you off a little. “Didn’t you say something to Jeno? Something about how I wouldn’t even be able to make you whimper?”

Ah, yes. The very reason why you were trying to keep your moans in (to no avail). You knew Jaemin wouldn’t let you hear the end of it, and this was a problem in and of itself considering he was downright insufferable both in and out of the sheets.

“Fine,” you gave in after putting aside your stubbornness. “I take it back. Plus, I was drunk, so you can’t really hold it against me.”

“They say drunk words are sober thoughts.”

“Well, I also said I’d fuck Jeno when I was drunk,” you fired back.

Jaemin pushed back his hair as he got over you, pushing you back as he did so that your full body was on the bed. He eyed you carefully, and for a moment, you were holding your breath out of pure anticipation. The dark look clouding his eyes was enough to keep your mouth shut. Jaemin placed his hands on either side of your head.

“Oh? You’d fuck Jeno?” he asked, eyes narrowed at you. “I don’t think so.”

Strangely enough, you felt offended. “What? Why not?”

“You and Jeno aren’t compatible,” he replied, positioning himself in seconds just to roll his hips against yours. This incited a sharp exhale from you, causing Jaemin to simper at how submissive you became. “You wouldn’t go for him. Not when you have me.”

“W-what makes you think that?” you asked, choking up at the end when Jaemin started a steady pace of rocking his hips against yours, and you could feel his longing by the way he was humping you.

This time, however, Jaemin didn’t respond to your question. Instead, he asked, “Ready to be fucked, Cherry Girl?”

You scoffed a little at the nickname but drew him closer to your body. You weren’t sure why you felt so intimate in the moment, but you just wanted Jaemin to make you feel good already. There was one part of you, though, that wanted to make love, and you tried to push it down as far as you could, but it kept creeping up on you.

You could tell Jaemin was hesitant himself. He seemed to be fighting some war of morals in his head, as if he was just realizing that the entire dynamic of your friendship would change forever at this very moment. You figured it was actually a lot for Na Jaemin to use his brain at a time like this. He was the kind of guy to think with his dick, and then be met with rationality hours later when the deed had already been done.

“You know,” he started, “we should really come up with a safe word.”

“A safe word?” you asked. You had heard of safe words being used, but you thought they were for people with kinks that were out of your comfort zone; if Jaemin came back with a knife, you were walking out of your own apartment.

“Yeah, like ‘peaches’ or something,” he suggested. “Or ‘Perry the Platypus.’ I think that one would kill the mood fast.”

You were in dismay. There was no way you would have the mind to call out a cartoon character’s name in the middle of sex.

“Or,” you offered, “one of us says ‘stop,’ and the other person stops.”

“Yeah—yeah, good plan.” Jaemin ran a hand through his hair. “Tell me to stop at any time.”

Oddly enough, you felt like you two weren’t on the same page. While you thought you were ready for what was to come, you didn’t think Jaemin was prepared for this. He seemed to lose his confidence shortly after realizing you two were actually about to have sex, and you didn’t want to push him into something he wasn’t ready for.

In a sick way, it was rather funny to you that he ended up being the one who wasn’t quite ready yet.

“Jaemin,” you called sweetly. He looked down at you expectantly after a retired exhale. You didn’t want to seem like you were flat-out rejecting him, and you didn’t want to bring up how he faltered, so you suggested, “Maybe we continue another time, like… you know, when Renjun isn’t sleeping in the same apartment as us.”

Maybe Jaemin was disappointed. Maybe he was relieved. You didn’t have time to read the look in his eyes, but you felt better about not doing anything until you were 100% confident that he wouldn’t regret sleeping with you. Just because you were in some odd situationship with your best friend didn’t mean you didn’t care about him; you still wanted him to be as comfortable as you were.

“Yeah, sure,” he breathed out, practically collapsing onto you. You couldn’t exactly breathe in this position, so you tapped his shoulder. He asked, “Can we sleep together like this at least?”

You let out a muffled sound of confirmation. “Can you move, though, so I don’t die of suffocation in my sleep?”

Jaemin chuckled and wrapped his arms around your waist. He flipped you two over so that you were the one on top of him, head against his chest. Jaemin grabbed the blanket from the floor and put it over you both, and you didn’t realize how sleepy you were until he had wrapped his arms around you and started rubbing circles on your arm with his thumbs.

You had all the pieces put together, but you just couldn’t see the bigger picture. While it was true that Jaemin froze up and wasn’t ready, the full reason was because he realized he had never hooked up with a girl that he called gorgeous. He had never pleasured a girl without them returning the favor immediately after, and it freaked him out a little when he was satisfied with wanting to make you feel good all night.

Moreover, he was scared because he thought he had genuine feelings for you.

“G’night, Jaemin,” you murmured.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he replied. “Try not to dream about me.”

You snorted. “You wish.”

“I’m serious. Once you fall for me, you won’t be able to stop thinking about me.”

“Shut up, loser. I’m not falling for you.”

“That’s what they all say.”

“Go to bed, Jaemin.”

Surprisingly, after countless nights of tossing and turning, you found that you slept much more peacefully when you were in Jaemin’s arms.

(Little did you know that Jaemin had also never slept so soundly before.)

“Oh shit.”

You didn’t think those were the words you would wake up to, but Jaemin was awfully loud in your ear so early in the morning. You blinked, trying to reorient yourself and recall the events from last night.

Seconds later, Jaemin’s shirt was thrown onto your bed, landing right next to you. Your eyes settled on the ugly Twitch shirt that you remembered was tossed onto the living room floor. While the shirt was abandoned, you woke up in Jaemin’s arms. You eyed the clothing triumphantly, as if the inanimate shirt could pick up on your mocking inflection.

“What the fuck are you two doing?” came your roommate’s voice.

Your eyes shot wide open. If you weren’t fully awake before, you definitely were now, but there was no way you could show your face to Huang Renjun when you were in this state.

God, the clothes.

You knew you had made a few mistakes in your life. (Okay, you made many mistakes, but really, who was counting?) Most of them were fairly inconsequential and amounted to nothing more than a bad grade on a few exams or falling into a bush while getting some fresh air at a party.

But this? There was a high chance that this could possibly be your worst fuck-up.

“Um…” Jaemin tried. “We’re hanging out.”

“Naked?” Renjun asked, horrified.

“We were warming up using our body heat,” Jaemin explained poorly, rousing an exasperated groan from Renjun. “Also, technically, we’re not naked; we still have our underwear on.” After a pause, Jaemin corrected, “I still have my underwear on.”

Renjun rubbed his face, irritated. “I told you to stay away from Y/N, and you didn’t waste a second trying to get into her pants, did you?”

“Relax.” Jaemin huffed. “Cherry Girl still has her cherry, so you don’t need to get all worked up. We were just sleeping in each other’s arms.”

You could already hear the scolding Jaemin was going to receive. Renjun was going to go off on his we’ve-been-friends-for-so-long rant, followed by his you’re-jeopardizing-our-friendship-you-horny-bitch tangent.

You wondered when would be a good time to reveal that you were actually awake, but you didn’t want to deal with Renjun’s wrath. You knew he had good intentions, and you were rather stupid for thinking it would be a good idea to leave your clothing on the couch, but you wondered if you could ever see Jaemin normally when your best friend slash roommate was so against it.

To your surprise, however, Renjun didn’t blow up.

He sighed. “Please tell me you’re not playing her.”

“I’m not!” Jaemin explained. He huffed a little, offended. “Who do you take me for? We’re, um… good friends just indulging ourselves—yeah, that sounds about right.”

Weird. His words stung, for whatever reason.

“You said you were just sleeping.”

“Oops.” Jaemin grumbled out some incomprehensible curse under his breath. “Okay, I’m not doing anything that Y/N doesn’t want, and I’m not forcing her to do anything, so I don’t see the problem here.”

“If you hurt her, I’ll make you wish your dick never saw the light of day, Na Jaemin,” Renjun warned. When Jaemin seemed to receive his message properly, he asked, “Since she’s still asleep, did you wanna go out and get pancakes with me?”

Renjun was getting pancakes without you? Moreover, he was getting them with Jaemin? You refused to let yourself be replaced so easily, especially when Jaemin’s only attire was his Twitch t-shirt. You couldn’t let Renjun be seen outdoors with someone who wore gamer boy merchandise.

“I could go for pancakes,” you said, shifting enough on Jaemin’s chest so that you could crane your neck and see your roommate. “What happened to knocking before entering?”

“I did,” Renjun said, “for two minutes. I walked in to make sure you weren’t dead.” He turned on his heel to close the door. “I’m leaving in ten, so please don’t start eating each other’s faces and get ready.”

(“I could eat something else.”

“Please shut up, Jaemin.”)

Going to iHop was a tradition between your friend group. It was usually something you guys would treat yourselves to after midterms or finals. That, or you would go for drunchies after a night of drinking.

This time, however, you and Jaemin were sitting across from Renjun in your usual booth in the far right corner. The first five minutes were spent in complete silence, with you looking between the two boys awkwardly as they sized each other up. The tension was getting suffocating, and you were praying the waiter would come over quickly to take your orders.

It probably didn’t help that you were wearing Jaemin’s sweater. It was far too big on you with the sleeves falling past your fingertips and the hem reaching your mid-thigh. You even tried to give it back to him, but Jaemin insisted you wear it. (You left out the part that you just wanted him to cover up his hideous shirt with the sweater.)

No matter how you looked at it, this felt like something a boyfriend would do.

Renjun gave you and Jaemin a once-over. “This is so weird.”

“Please don’t tell the others, Renjun,” you begged.

He frowned. “Why not?”

“Considering you look like you’re about to brand me with a scarlet letter and exile Jaemin from our friend group, I think it’s better we keep this between us,” you said, glancing at Jaemin when he let out a snicker. You continued, “Plus, Hyuck would never let me hear the end of it.”

Renjun snorted. “I don’t think you need to worry about Hyuck,” he said. Your roommate leaned back in his seat before explaining, “Choi Yeonjun’s been telling Jeno he’s interested in you.”

“Yeonjun? From Sig Kap?” you asked.

Frat boys were a pain in the ass, but a select few from Sigma Kappa Nu were semi-redeemable. It probably had to do with the fact that their president was Vernon Chwe, and he was the most chill frat boy you had ever met. You recalled Yeonjun as the one you spilled your drink on, and then you proceeded to spend the rest of the night laying on his shoulder on the couch because you couldn’t even walk straight.

“Yeah, he asked for your number.”

You and Renjun looked equally shocked when Jaemin cut in with a scoff, “Choi Yeonjun? Interesting. I’d ghost him if I were you.”

“Why?” you asked. You couldn’t think of anything particularly bad about Yeonjun, so you were surprised at how bitter Jaemin sounded about him. “Did he do something?”

There was a pause. “Nah, nothing.”

“Jaemin,” you pressed. “You wouldn’t bring it up if it was nothing. Just tell me what it is before I end up going out with someone who turns out to be a dick.”

Jaemin’s hand flew to the back of his neck. “I mean, just because we did stuff once doesn’t mean you have to start sleeping around with other guys.”

Your booth grew painfully silent.

“I worded that very wrong,” Jaemin realized.

“Yeah, you did,” Renjun chimed in unhelpfully.

While the three of you sat in uncomfortable silence, the waitress finally came by. “Are you guys ready to order?” she asked in a friendly tone.

No one spoke for a few seconds, so you raised your hand awkwardly. “The Winter Wonderland short stack, please.”

The waitress turned to Jaemin. “And what would you like, Sir?”

Mortified, Jaemin spoke in a strangled voice, “Same thing as her.”

“You’ve been quiet the entire ride home,” Renjun observed in that soft, comforting voice he used when you were sad. It was his surefire way of getting you to stop bottling your feelings up. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

After eating your pancakes in complete silence, you three only exchanged a few words to figure out how to pay the bill. The car ride home was even more painful, and Jaemin received no response when he mumbled a “see you” to the both of you. Renjun gave him a tight-lipped smile, but you kept your head down and fiddled with the sleeves of Jaemin’s sweater that you were still wearing.

Now, you were sort of confused and a little sad. You had no idea Jaemin thought so lowly of you.

You shrugged. “I’m just thinking.”

“About?” your roommate prompted.

“I wasn’t really interested in Yeonjun,” you admitted, “but now I’m tempted to go out with him just to prove Jaemin wrong. I was never even planning on sleeping with Yeonjun if he ever asked me out.” Before Renjun could reprimand you for such malicious thoughts, you added, “I wouldn’t ever actually do that, though. I’m not that shitty of a person.”

“I know you wouldn’t,” Renjun said, “and I know it probably took a lot of courage for you to hook up with Jaemin, so it’s fucked that he thinks you’d sleep around with anyone.”

Your mood dampened again. Renjun had put your exact thoughts into words. A trembling, tender laugh escaped your lips for a moment, but you held together the pieces of you that threatened to shatter.

You liked Jaemin.

Even before the events of last night, you never would have done something like that with someone if you didn’t like them.

You were so stupid. So painfully stupid. You knew every single trick up Na Jaemin’s sleeve—every rule in his book—and you had still fallen for his empty words like a fool. There had to be some world record for stupidity because you were sure you could challenge whoever was vying for first place.

“Y/N?” Renjun asked, concerned.

“I like him,” you said, more to yourself than to him, “I like Jaemin.”

“Damn. Even after all that?”

“No.” You shook your head quickly. More than a friend, your brain was practically screaming. He’s more than a friend to you.

You tried so hard to keep it together. Tried to keep yourself from spiraling. This sudden realization was crushing you from the inside out. You supposed the first choked sob could be passed off as a bluff, but Renjun noticed the second time, and that made you want to cry even more.

Because if you didn’t care about Jaemin in this way, you could’ve talked this out with him. You could’ve told him off for his comment and properly been angry with him. You could’ve made amends and fixed your friendship.

But since you cared too deeply, you felt so pathetic. You wanted him to notice. You wanted him to apologize. You wanted him to realize that you didn’t want Choi Yeonjun; you wanted your best friend, Na Jaemin.

You barely noticed Renjun pulling you into a warm embrace, and it was when he rubbed your back soothingly that you realized you were crying. Silent tears made their way down your cheeks and you could taste the saltiness on your tongue.

“Look, it’s Jaemin,” Renjun started. “Yeah, he’s a fuck-up sometimes and can be a dick, but he cares deeply too. If you talk to him, I’m sure things will work…” He trailed off when he saw the agonized look on your face. Concern tugged at his brows. “Y/N, what’s wrong?”

“You don’t get it,” you cried. “I’ve liked him as more than a friend—for a while now, I think. That’s why this hurts so bad.”

Renjun’s lips parted in surprise. “You like—oh… oh.” He froze up for a moment, as if his own thought process was buffering. “You like Jaemin? Why? He’s terrible.”

You couldn’t argue with that. Jaemin had a notorious streak for being half-human, half-douchebag. They were separate identities at this point.

You remembered freshman year when you met him. Freshly cut loose from his family and living on his own, Na Jaemin was going to parties at least three days a week. Jeno claimed he had met a new girl nearly every month just because they always ended up sleeping over at their dorm room. Just as fast as he’d hook up with a girl, Jaemin would ghost them without warning right after. Once, he even made Jeno break the news to one of them on his behalf.

“You’re right, he sucks.” You wiped at your damp cheeks. “He’s literally a walking red flag. Why do I like him so much?”

Part of you expected Renjun to scold you for being stupid, but he just patted your head with a small sigh. “It’s okay, Y/N. You can take your time. No one’s expecting you to figure everything out right now.”

It was weak, but you managed a smile. Renjun was right; you needed time for yourself.

It had been two weeks since you had seen or spoken to Jaemin.

It was strange, for sure. You hadn’t ever gone this long without at least texting him. Sure, there was that one time two years ago where Jaemin went off-the-radar for an entire month, but you later learned that he was burnt-out from university and had to recharge. That meant not speaking to anyone other than his family (and occasionally Jeno after his unabating nagging), but you respected that.

This time, however, was different. The unresolved issue was eating at you, little by little, chipping away at your resolve to stay away from him. You wanted to talk to him—or yell at him—but you had nothing to say if he was just going to break your heart.

You just wanted to get it all out. You wanted to yell at him about how much of a dick he was being. Although, you were certain that Jaemin was very self-aware of his own flaws; your friend group never missed a chance to point them out. You wanted to scream at him about how wrong he was for thinking you wanted Choi Yeonjun.  

Jaemin was right about one thing, at least. Since you had fallen for him, you really couldn’t stop thinking about him.

Most of all, though, you just wanted your best friend back.

When a candle burned and its wax melted, it caused a chemical change in matter due to the hydrogen and carbon from the wax combining with the oxygen in the air to create carbon dioxide and water vapor. Although the candle burned down and lost its size and shape, the matter cannot truly be destroyed. Remnants of that candle still live on in another form.

That was how you felt right now.

Despite your energy depleting because of Jaemin, despite how exhausted you were from being angry, and despite how hard you tried to forget about how much you liked him, he still crept back into your heart each time. Your feelings couldn’t be destroyed no matter how hard you tried. No matter how much you tried to minimize them or lock them away, they still took up space in your heart.

Jeno asked if something happened between you two, so he either must have picked up some tension or Jaemin must have let him know that things were awkward between you two. You weren’t surprised; those two told each other everything. You even heard them comparing dick sizes once, much to your horror.

“I haven’t spoken to Jaemin in, like, two weeks,” you told Jeno over a coffee you asked (or gently coerced) him to buy you with his campus dining plan. “I don’t see why you have to convince me to see him if he won’t make the effort to see me.”

“Y/N, you know how Jaemin always bottles up how he truly feels,” Jeno said. “If you guys fought, I’m sure he’s feeling really bad about it right now. Just… in that self-deprecating way where he talks to no one about his feelings.”

“He needs to talk to me, Jeno,” you replied with a sigh.

“By the way, did you know Choi Yeonjun’s interested in you?”

Of course. The very man who was unintentionally the cause of this rift between you and Jaemin. You hoped he was having the time of his life.

“Yeah, I heard from Renjun.”

“Don’t worry,” Jeno assured after taking notice of your disinterest. “He still has Tinder on his phone, so I think he’s keeping his options open.”

You tried Tinder once. Eric Sohn. Business major with a concentration in finance. He asked you what show you liked, and you replied with “I don’t know” followed up by the actual show, You. Eric assumed you meant you liked him, not the psychological horror series, so he asked you to meet up.

(You did not meet up.)

Just then, your phone ringer went off. You checked it without thinking, but your heart seized up when you saw the texts from your friend.

jaemin: if you have time later can we meet up? jaemin: i wanna apologize

The shock must have been clear on your face because Jeno caught on quickly. Jaemin wasn’t one to apologize, and you couldn’t recall ever hearing a genuine apology from his lips, so this was all a surprise to you.

“He texted you, didn’t he?” Jeno asked. He looked down at his phone and frowned. “What the—why’s he streaming right now?”

His reaction piqued your curiosity, so you leaned over to see why Jeno cut himself off. In return, he moved his phone so that you could see the screen as well. After the advertisement on the Twitch app, Jaemin showed in the bottom left corner of the screen while a screen of him playing Genshin Impact was on the top right. To your amusement, he was holding a little therapy session for himself over his Twitch stream.

“See, I just really like her, guys—oh, fuck, hilichurl—but I don’t know why I keep acting stupid around her—die, die, die, die, die! Usually, girls like me more than I like them, so I freaked out when I got the feeling that I liked her more than she liked me—man, will you die already?—but I think I really fucked things up this time,” Jaemin said to his viewers, eyes locked on his computer screen. “I just texted her and asked if she was free later so that I could apologize. Thing is, I didn’t even mean what I said, but it just came out because I was so stupid and jealous, and…”

Jaemin trailed off for a moment as he finished clearing out a camp in the game. He sat back and looked off in the distance for a while as his comments flooded with either really good or really bad advice. Most of it was leaning toward terrible suggestions such as “have you tried essential oils?” and “have you tried turning your feelings off and then on again?”

“Oh.” Jaemin’s expression was somewhere between stunned and in disbelief. “I’m in love with her.”

He said it so casually, like he was stating the number of inches in a foot or the color of the grass. It almost slipped past you, but then it rang in your head again and you felt dizzy. Maybe it shocked you that Na Jaemin was even capable of using the word love, but remembering that it was for you was throwing you in for a loop.

Even Jeno was perplexed. He looked between you and the screen several times, mouth opening and closing as if he had something to say, but the words always died on his tongue.

“Guys, I’m in love with my best friend,” Jaemin echoed, and his face washed over with horror, “and I play Genshin Impact—god, she’s never gonna like me back.” He clicked his tongue, disappointed. “Maybe I should do a run-through of Spiral Abyss until the depression goes away.”

Jeno looked dumbfounded. “Did he just… did Jaemin just use the L-word?”

“I didn’t even know his vocabulary was that extensive,” you replied, dazed. “I didn’t know he was capable of actual feelings.” You stood up, disoriented. “I need to go see him—talk to him. I gotta tell him how I feel.”

Ever the gentleman, Jeno offered, “Need a ride?”

“It’s close,” you said, starting to walk backward. “Wish me luck.”

Jeno chuckled, giving you one of those cute eye-smiles of his. “Good luck, Y/N.”

You grinned and turned on your heel, breaking into a full sprint to get to Jaemin’s apartment. It wasn’t very far, but your legs still got tired halfway to the complex. However, you were pumped up with so much adrenaline that you could hardly feel the soreness in your calves.

Na Jaemin was stupid. He was the absolute worst when it came to facing his feelings. Before, you could look into the past and count every red flag that gave you a reason to not run back to him.

Now, though, when you heard how much he liked you, it made you want to give him a chance.

You found yourself knocking on the door of Jaemin’s apartment, hands moving too fast to do your signature knock. When you heard his footsteps near the door, you spoke up before he could ask who it was.

“You idiot! Why would you tell your Twitch audience how you feel but not me!”

Jaemin opened the door, astonishment drawn all over his face. “Wait, you watch my streams?”

“Jaemin, that’s not the point!” you whined. You walked into his apartment and turned to face your best friend after he closed the door. “If you just told me how you felt, then I wouldn’t have had to suppress my feelings and try to forget that I ever felt this way about you.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Jaemin breathed out like he was winded from the conversation. “You have feelings for me? Why? I’m terrible.”

“I know!” you cried. “I know you’re hopelessly pathetic and you don’t communicate your feelings. You say stupid shit to push me away instead of just accepting that you have emotions like every other human being. You mess with my feelings and say stuff that makes me misunderstand—”

“Okay, I think we’ve gathered that I’m an asshole, yes,” Jaemin cut in.

“But I’m in love with you.”

There. You said it. Blurted out the words that had been burning in your chest for weeks.

Jaemin faltered. “Why?”

You couldn’t pinpoint what emotion was swimming in his eyes, but your heart ached when you saw the flicker of pain behind them. You had never seen Jaemin look so uncertain about having his feelings reciprocated. Hell, you had never even seen him so vulnerable in your life.

You gave him a withering look. “What do you mean why, you insufferable prick, I love you.” You felt agonized at this point, so you elaborated, “Jaemin, I wouldn’t let you take my firsts if I didn’t have feelings for you.”

“I love you too,” he finally responded, that wonderstruck look clear on his face, “so much that it drives me crazy.”

The warmth that exploded in your chest was almost embarrassing. “You do?”

“Oh, this is terrible,” Jaemin muttered, looking distracted.

“Terrible? How is this terrible? We both like each other.”

“No, I forgot to end my stream,” he explained, “so they all just heard our confession.” There was a pause. You glanced at his screen to see comments piling in. “This is very awkward.”

“What? Turn it off!” you exclaimed.

“Anyway, thanks for tuning in this week!” Jaemin started in that customer satisfaction voice of his, walking toward his monitor while forcing a smile on his face. “As you can see, I’m busy, so see you guys next week. Bye.”

As soon as Jaemin stopped his live, he turned off his monitor and swiveled in his chair to face you. He stood up and made his way over to you, adoring the way your eyes gleamed. Jaemin wanted to tell you that you were the prettiest girl he had ever seen. He wanted to tell you that he had never felt so strongly connected to someone. He wanted to tell you how he had been yearning for you for weeks.

Then, you started complaining.

“How could you tell your huge audience about us before you even told me about us? I had no idea how you felt this entire time!” you argued. Jaemin groaned but you went on, “You need to learn a thing or two about communication, Na Jaemin, because this—”

“Oh my god, shut up already,” Jaemin growled, grabbing your face and kissing you with such heated intent that you were breathless in seconds.

Your heart fluttered tenfold at the feeling of his lips moving against yours so naturally. Jaemin had always been a skillful kisser, but this time, his passion was overwhelming you. His tongue slid across your bottom lip, and you let him slip it into your mouth as you were left in an aroused daze. For a moment, you thought things would progress further, but then Jaemin pulled away and held you by the waist.

“I’m sorry,” he blurted out. “The words that came out of my mouth back at iHop were empty. I was just stupid and jealous because of Choi Yeonjun.”

Even though he stated that he wanted to apologize to you earlier, it was still difficult to wrap your head around the fact that Na Jaemin was throwing his pride to the wind and letting his guard down in front of you. It was a rather good apology for him, and while his words did sting back then, you were willing to give him another chance.

Jaemin continued, “I just couldn’t bear to think about seeing you with him. My mouth just started running to get you to do anything but give that guy a chance.” He huffed, frustrated. “You know, I think I saw him littering near the business building before. He was right next to a trash can too! I don’t understand why he couldn’t just throw—”

He stopped himself when he heard you laughing, and Jaemin broke from his tangent on Choi Yeonjun, the Enemy of Environmental Conservation. You reached your hand up to brush your fingers against his cheekbone, admiring how pretty his lashes cast shadows on his face and how cute he was with that puzzled look on his face.

“I never considered Yeonjun even once,” you assured him, smiling tenderly. “It’s always been you.”

You had never seen Na Jaemin blush, you realized, but now you were seeing him turn red right in front of you. He was always the time to fluster others, so you never expected him to be so affected by sincere words that he flushed red. The sight was rather cute, and you enjoyed watching him stammer and fumble on his words. This fondness was uncharacteristic for him, but you were amused at the sight.

Then, he steeled his nerves and looked into your eyes. “Can I kiss you again, Cherry Girl?”

You nodded almost immediately. This time, when Jaemin cupped your face with his hands and came close, you responded in tune with his lips meeting yours. He kissed you gentler than the times before, like you two had all the time in the world. Somehow, it was as if you could feel his underlying feelings behind the kiss.

Jaemin grew more needy, more eager, and you could feel it in the way you kept having to step back so that you wouldn’t end up falling over. His gentle kisses morphed into something more sensual and feverish. Once he had you up against the wall, he started kissing along your jaw and down to your neck. It was as if he had charted his course in advance with how confident he was in his motions.

“Jaemin,” you whimpered out when his hand slipped under your skirt to rub you through the thin fabric of your underwear.

You rolled your hips against his hand, wanting more friction and contact. You were embarrassed by how you were already wet for him, and Jaemin was soon aware of this fact when you saw him smirk at how damp your underwear was.

“Jaemin.” Your hand traveled from his hair to his cheek, making him look you in the eye. “I wanna make you feel good first.”

Jaemin let out a shaky sigh, holding your gaze for a split second before his hands flew to unbutton his pants. You both switched positions so that he was against the wall, and you lowered to your knees, looking up at him as you helped him tug his pants and boxers down.

You froze up a little when his hard cock slapped up against his abdomen. One thing you failed to prepare yourself for was how big Jaemin was. His pupils contracted and dilated at the way you stared at his throbbing cock.

“It’s simple, princess,” he instructed, fingers cradling your jaw. With his free hand, he pumped his cock a few times and ran the head across your lips. “Open up for me.” You parted your lips a little and Jaemin chuckled, amused. “Wider.”

You opened your mouth a little more so that you could take the head of his cock into your mouth, sucking on the sensitive area and letting your tongue run along the underside of the head. Jaemin’s hips jerked a little at the feeling, forcing you to take more in as he groaned lowly.

You decided to play into what he wanted and sucked off more of him, letting your tongue swirl around the head whenever you got a chance to. Jaemin held the back of your head, hands curling into your hair as he attempted to guide your movements. Once you picked up a rhythm, Jaemin started to rock his hips forward, thrusting shallowly into your mouth.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he breathed out, groaning quietly. “That’s a good girl.”

You could taste the salty precum beading from Jaemin’s slit, signaling that he was close. With your free hand, you pumped the length of his cock that you couldn’t fit fully in your mouth, but that didn’t seem to be enough for him.

“Breathe,” he instructed as he pushed your head down on his cock.

You gagged on his length, tears springing to your eyes when his cock was hitting the back of your throat. When Jaemin asked if you were okay, you nodded weakly and kept going, trying to suppress your unflattering gagging sounds so that you could deepthroat him.

“You’re doing so good,” he praised, wiping your tears away with his thumb. “Keep—fuck—keep moving like that, princess. What a pretty sight.”

You looked up at him through your lashes, head bobbing slowly on his length while you took him down your throat. Jaemin hissed at the sight, cursing under his breath when he felt like he was coming close. You could sense it as well with the taste of his cum leaking from his cock.

Soon, he was cumming down your throat, groaning loudly at the sensation. There was no way for you to explain how turned on you were by how hot his moans were. You pulled off of him and looked up at Jaemin, cheeks tear-stained and warm from his lingering touch.

“Swallow it all for me,” he cooed, fingers brushing over your lips. His eyes lit up when you did as he ordered. “I think it’s about time I reward you.”

“Please,” you rasped out, letting him help you up. “I want you to fuck me, Jaemin.”

His eyes darkened ever-so-slightly. “You sure?”

You nodded eagerly. You had been waiting for him to take your virginity for too long, and you finally had him with no interruptions.

“If you’re ready, of course,” you answered.

“I’ve been ready,” he mumbled, scooping you up like it was nothing and carrying you to his bedroom. You giggled a little and wrapped your arms around his neck as Jaemin peppered kisses wherever he could find bare skin. “You’re so beautiful.”

He left you on his bed to repeat his words in your head like a mantra. Na Jaemin thought you were beautiful; you felt like you were glowing. You looked back to see what he was doing, catching him slipping a condom over his cock. When he caught you staring, he returned a cocky smirk, and you were afraid you had overinflated his already-inflated ego. The sight made you grow shy, and you were hyperaware of the fact that you were about to lose your virginity soon.

This was it. This was the line you were going to cross yet again with your best friend.

Jaemin stood in front of you and helped tug your skirt off. You let him slide it down to your ankles before he moved on to your shirt. You kicked off your skirt and socks in the meanwhile, raising your arms so that he could slide your shirt off.

A blissful sigh fell from his lips at the sight of your body. You weren’t even wearing proper lingerie, but Jaemin gazed at you like you were the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen. Over your baby blue bralette, his thumb circled around your clothed nipple, and you let out a whine.

“Don’t tease me,” you complained.

He grinned mischievously. “Sorry about that. Your reactions are just too cute.”

After grabbing his shirt by the nape and tugging it off, Jaemin went to remove your bralette and underwear. Just like before, you felt strangely comfortable even when you were in full glory in front of him. You were positive that no one else would be able to make you feel this way.

Now that you were both nude in front of each other, Jaemin got over you, pressing his body flush against yours and kissing you like there was no tomorrow. He moved his hand down your body, indulging in your breathless moans before he started fingering your clit.

“Ah,” he observed smugly, “you’re already soaked.” He continued his motions for a few moments before pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. “Ready to lose your cherry, Cherry Girl?”

You were a little sad that the nickname would die in Jaemin’s bed. You grew rather attached to it, so it was strange that you wouldn’t be called a cherry girl again (although you were sure there was no intended positive connotation with it). Nevertheless, you nodded and wrapped your arms around Jaemin’s neck.

“Please fuck me, Jaemin,” you begged. “I’ve been aching for you.”

The look in Jaemin’s eyes was insatiable. He closed his eyes for a second, sucking in a sharp breath, as if he was trying to keep himself from losing control and burying his entire cock inside you in seconds. Part of him just wanted to dive all in, but the more rational side wanted to take his time with you.

You were far too horny for a complete virgin and just wanted to be fucked already.

“Tell me if it hurts, princess,” he told you, lining up his cock at your folds. “We can stop whenever you’d like.”

With a strangled groan, Jaemin slid into you, halting whenever you winced. You nodded for him to keep going, pushing down the discomfort you were feeling. He tried to go slow for you, and soon, most of his cock fit snug in your tight cunt. Your walls were spasming around him, trying to adjust to how big he was.

“God,” he gritted out, “you feel so fucking good.”

The uncomfortable feeling started to slip away, dissipating when Jaemin’s cock was hitting those perfect spots inside of you. Slowly, pain morphed to pleasure, and you needed more.

“J-Jaemin, go,” you begged.

He nodded and started a motion of shallow thrusts, trying to get you used to his rhythm. His patience was thinning, though, and as much as he tried to keep himself grounded by kissing your neck, you knew Jaemin was going to snap soon.

And he did.

On the bright side, you were quickly adjusting to the sensation, letting it wash over you and leave a buzzing warmth across your skin. Jaemin’s thrusts started to slow, but he compensated with deeper, rougher thrusts. Your hands found purchase on his biceps, holding onto them weakly as he pounded into you. You were sure his tight grip on your hips would leave bruises in their wake, but you couldn’t find it in you to care when he was making you feel this good.

Your entire world had become the feeling of him thrusting into you and whispering filthy praise in your ear. It felt like he was the only one keeping you connected to this reality as you held onto him like a tether.

He fucked you so precise, so meticulously. You turned into a moaning, crying mess when he bottomed out inside of you, and Jaemin just wiped your tears and told you how good you were doing for him. He let go of one of your hips to hold your hand, gripping it tightly to assure you that he was going to take care of you.

“I think I’m close,” you got out between squirms and whimpers, feeling the shivers of an orgasm coming on.

“Cum for me.”

Jaemin quickened his pace and rubbed your clit again, his precise and tight motions sending you over the edge. You felt like you were drowning in a molten sea, fighting against the current as you were overcome with absolute bliss. All you could take notice of was the lovesick smile on Jaemin’s face when you stuttered out a broken confession. Your body was arching against his, and Jaemin helped you ride out the entirety of your orgasm, praising you and kissing you as a reward.

You felt as if your senses had sharpened post-orgasm, but you were completely fucked-out and spent. Jaemin came shortly after you, pulling out right before and letting out a husky groan. You turned your head to watch him toss his used condom into the trash before returning to collapse onto the bed.

You were both shoulder-to-shoulder, staring up at the wall as your chests rose and fell in synchronization.

“Wow,” you breathed out. “I’m not Cherry Girl anymore.”

“No, you still are,” Jaemin replied, raising a brow when you turned to glare at him. “What? It’s a cute nickname.”

You playfully punched his shoulder, scoffing a little. You weren’t sure if it was because you orgasmed together, but you felt impossibly close to Jaemin at that moment. You just wanted to spend the rest of the night in his arms. Even if you weren’t doing anything, you couldn’t bear to be apart for whatever reason.

Jaemin bit the bullet before you could. “How do you feel about dating me?”

“Huh?” you stammered for a moment before regaining your composure. He had brought up exactly the topic you wanted to mention, and part of you felt more confident knowing that he felt the same way. “Us? Dating? Like being a couple?”

“Well, two people dating usually entails that they’re a couple.”

“Shut up.” You punched his shoulder, amazement clear in your eyes. “Shut up.”

“Y/N—”

“Na Jaemin asking me out?” You fought back a smile. “I never thought I’d see the day.”

Jaemin whined and pulled you closer by the waist, hands finding their way to cup your face so that he could look at you properly and stifle laughter at the way your face was squished in his hands. You wrapped an arm around him and cozied up to his chest, attempting to smile through the way he was holding your cheeks.

“I want you to be my girlfriend, Y/N,” he said firmly. You could see the striking seriousness in his eyes, and you remembered how intimidating Jaemin’s gaze was. “I think I’d die if I had to see you with Choi Yeonjun or someone else.”

“You would die at the slightest inconvenience,” you teased, earning a sneaky grin from Jaemin, “but I put up with your dramatic self because I love you, so I’ll take care of you as your girlfriend from now on.”

“Aren’t I supposed to be the one to take care of you?”

“You have the worst luck I’ve ever seen, so I have to look out for you,” you insisted, and Jaemin just laughed at your words.

“I can’t be all that unlucky,” he started shyly. “I mean, you ended up feeling the same way about me.”

As you and Jaemin held each other, laughing and talking about everything you possibly could, you realized that this was contentment.

You prayed that you wouldn’t screw up tonight.

You had a habit of blurting out things when you were drunk. It was such a problem that Jaemin had to drag you away before you tried to call Mark Lee’s mom last weekend and tell her that her son’s “study group” was just an excuse for him to get drunk without having to worry about his parents calling.

Only Jeno knew that you and Jaemin were officially dating (and this was unfortunately because he walked in after you two had sex for the first time). You both had no idea how to break the news to the rest of your friends. You had a feeling they were catching on, though, because Na Jaemin didn’t take care of people when they were drunk. He didn’t sit on the couch with them, bring them water, and then drive them home after. He was the one who got wasted and waited for someone to pick his sorry ass off the ground.

So, you were terrified you were going to blurt out the news while you were drunk. It hadn’t happened last weekend or the weekend before, but you had a strange feeling that you two were going to be caught soon.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want your friends to know, even though you were a little scared of Renjun’s reaction. You just wanted to announce it formally and not when you were seeing double of everything.  

You were getting ready for the frat party Donghyuck convinced you guys to go to. He was rushing Yeonjun’s frat this semester and would spam invites to random parties almost every night in your group chat. While you were checking yourself out in the mirror, Jaemin snuck into your room.

“Hey,” he called softly. “Are you almost ready?”

“Does this look okay?” you asked, patting down the sides of your dress. You felt good when you looked in the mirror, but you wanted to see what your boyfriend thought. “It’s a little plain, but it’s the only party dress I have.”

All Jaemin did was stare at you, a little starstruck. You were completely taken aback by this reaction, especially when he didn’t even try struggling for words to say. He just stood impossibly still, lips parted and a faraway look in his eyes.

Raising a brow at him, you turned to grab a sweater hanging from the hook on your closet. Jaemin’s eyes darkened when you put it over your dress. The sleeves were a bit large and your dress was shorter, so you looked swamped by the garment.

“Is that mine?” Jaemin asked, narrowing his eyes at you.

“Yeah. I kept it—iHop trauma trophy.”

“Give it back.”

You froze. You actually expected Jaemin to be aroused at the sight of you wearing his clothing. Now, you were slightly embarrassed. Your attempt at being desirable was a complete fail. Mentally, you were digging a hole to crawl into and die in.

You huffed, a little angrily. “If you want it that bad, then come and get it.”

“Oh yeah?” Jaemin raised his brows at you as he walked toward you. You met his gaze and backed up until he had you cornered against the wall. “If you wanted to wear my clothes, Y/N, all you had to do was ask.”

When you didn’t respond, Jaemin shoved a knee between your legs and pushed your hips back against the wall. Your eyes widened a little, hands flying to his shoulders for leverage. He sealed his lips over yours smoothly, hands traveling up and down your sides.

You broke from the kiss for a second to breathe out, “J-Jaemin, we can’t do this now. The others are waiting for us.”

“They can wait a little longer,” Jaemin mumbled and swiftly kissed you again, sliding his tongue in to get a better taste of you.

You and Jaemin didn’t have enough time to pull away when Mark opened the door. “Y/N, have you seen Jaemin? Renjun sent me to find call y—whoa.” He looked frozen at the doorway. “You guys… dude.”

“H-have you ever heard of knocking?” you shrieked, stammering while you tried to cool down from the amount of embarrassment you felt.

“Mark, what happened?” Donghyuck called, walking over to the doorway to see what all the commotion was about. He looked at you and Jaemin and raised a brow. “Are you guys ready to go?”

You were completely lost. Donghyuck was always the one who had extreme reactions, but even with Jaemin’s hand still on your hip and your lips swollen, he didn’t bat an eye.

Jeno joined in, slinging an arm around Donghyuck’s shoulder. He took a look between you and Jaemin, eyeing the way he was holding you, and he turned around before he broke into a fit of laughter.

“What’s taking you guys so long?” Renjun asked, running a hand through his hair. “Our Uber’s gonna be here soon.” He shot you and Jaemin an exasperated look. “You two can make out when you get to the party, so can we get a move on?”

You opened your mouth to protest, but Donghyuck stopped you with an amused look on his face. “We know you and Jaemin are dating.”

You had no words to describe how stupid you felt. Weeks of keeping your relationship under the radar and they knew? You were holding back from acting like an actual girlfriend around them for no reason.

“Ah, I saw this coming,” Jaemin mused, leaning against the wall.

You whipped your head around to look at him. “You what?”

“Hold on,” Mark said. “How come I’m the only one who didn’t know they were a thing?”

“Donghyuck and I watched Jaemin’s Twitch stream a few weeks ago, that’s why,” Renjun explained. “We heard that whole confession. Cringiest thing I’ve ever had to witness.”

“Yeah, sorry,” Donghyuck apologized flatly, though he didn’t sound very sorry. “We forgot to tell you, Mark.”

“Guys, the Uber’s here!” Jeno called.

“Okay, let’s get moving,” Donghyuck said, pushing at Mark’s back to get him to start walking. “Mark, you can zone out of reality in the car.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Mark agreed.

Renjun stopped and looked at you and Jaemin before he started to leave. “I’m gonna trust you apologized for what happened at iHop,” he told Jaemin.

“I did!” Jaemin confirmed, using that whiny voice of his. “You’re so mean to me, Renjun.”

Renjun snickered. “I’m just making sure. You know, so that our next iHop run isn’t awkward.” He turned on his heel to catch up with the others. “You two better hurry!”

Jaemin turned to you, the corner of his lip hiking up. You could tell he just found this entire situation hilarious. Meanwhile, you felt like a complete fool.

“That was easy, wasn’t it?”

“That was humiliating,” you said, shuddering at the memory. “I can’t believe Mark walked in on us like that.”

“We could’ve been doing worse,” Jaemin tried.

“Please shut up.”

Jaemin laughed and slipped his hand into yours. “Personally, I’m glad they found out. Now we don’t have to sneak around them.”

He was right. Although it wasn’t the most natural way of telling your friends, you were relieved that they finally knew. It was like a load had been lifted off your shoulders now that you didn’t have to tread on eggshells around the people closest to you. You were just going to have to wait for Mark to forget that he ever walked in on you two.

You warmed up to Jaemin’s words with a soft exhale. “Yeah, I’m glad we can properly date now,” you said and tugged his hand. “Let’s go.”

“By the way,” Jaemin started shyly, “you look beautiful in that dress.”

You pinched his cheek lightly, pretending your heart wasn’t beating like crazy. “You look pretty good yourself, Jaemin.”

Yeah, you could get used to this.

“Jaemin,” you called. When you received no response, a scowl formed on your lips. Your boyfriend was too absorbed in whatever was playing on the TV. You called out to him again, a little more forcefully, “Jaemin!”

Three months into your relationship, and Jaemin was already acting like he had been married to you for ten years. You, however, knew that he was the biggest melt for you when he dropped the act.

He hardly spared you a glance. “What?”

You frowned. Not good enough; you required your boyfriend’s undivided attention, and you would pull all the stops to get it. So, you swiveled on the couch and hoisted yourself onto your boyfriend’s lap, straddling his thighs so that he had no choice but to pay attention to you.

Jaemin grabbed the remote and paused his anime before fixing you with a resentful look. “You’re such an attention whore, Y/N.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck. “I had a question.”

“Shoot.”

“Do you think I’m pretty?”

Your boyfriend looked absolutely exasperated, but you pushed at his shoulder, so he answered, “No, ugly. I’m only with you because I feel bad.”

“You’re lying.” You grinned, poking his shoulder once more. “You like me.” Jaemin tilted his head back and groaned, so you provoked him even further. “You think I’m pretty.”

He reached forward and cupped your cheeks, squishing your face so that your lips were smushed together. “You want the truth, Cherry Girl? Yes, I think you’re absolutely gorgeous, so shut up and let me watch my anime.”

“I’m not a virgin anymore,” you managed to say, voice muffled by his hold on you. “Thanks to you.”

Jaemin pressed a chaste kiss to your lips and let go of your face so that he could stroke your hair lovingly. “It’s cute, though, so you’re still my Cherry Girl.” You rolled your eyes at him, which caused him to hold onto you tighter, pulling you closer despite your struggle to get off. “That’s it. You’re watching Mob Psycho with me.”

“Only if we cuddle,” you bargained and relaxed in his hold.

“That’s actually a requirement.”

The thought of falling in love was probably the scariest conception you had, but with Jaemin, you had always felt safe, so actually falling wasn’t as terrifying as you thought it would be. Because, before he was your lover, he was your best friend, witnessing all the good and ugly that came with you.

You came to realize that love wasn’t something you had to think so deeply about. It wasn’t some formula that you had to mull over for ages. There was no clear definition for love, really. There was no way there could be one; it had to fluctuate.

For you, love was National Treasure on a Friday Night. It was that hideous shirt. It was the booth at the far right corner at iHop. It was a Twitch stream. It was an oversized sweater.

And, despite your incessant complaints, you could say that love meant Na Jaemin calling you cherry girl.

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ you made it ?? to the end ?? i’ll kiss you omg <3 but thank you so much for reading cherry girl! :’) writing fuckboy jaemin with a big soft side for mc is my absolute favorite and i’m so grateful for all the support i received while writing this. i was so overjoyed when i finished this and then i felt a little empty because wow. it’s over. but this just means i can indulge in more ideas for jaemin fics bc that man has such a strong hold over me. but i’m very content with this being my first fic of the new year and i hope you guys enjoyed it too ♡ sending much love, as always

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[sukunasbabymama]

Their s/o going up to them and asking if they can go to their next meeting, while using puppy eyes.

𖣓 Pairing: Terano South, Ken Ryuguji.

𖣓 Warnings: None.

𖣓 A/N: As soon as I master how the fuck to make puppy eyes is over for yall. 😤

Terano South.

Terano not only is tall, but he also has a big mouth, not shutting up about his special one that has never shown any signs of being embarrassed of dating a delinquent. He adores you.

But, while you’re not embarrassed of him, you don’t want to be all up in his business by knowing every damn person that breathes his way. You know his second in command and a couple of low ranks that he has sent to your workplace to give you some food that he knows you were craving that day. That’s it.

The only reason why you start wanting to know more about his members and gang is because of him being so exaggerated when telling you stories about their meetings and the fights, now you want to meet them just so you can see the chaos with your own eyes.

“South…” You mumble, crawling on top of your boyfriend that is sprawled on the couch. He hums, his hand automatically sliding to the small of your back.

“Yes, love?”

“Can I go with you to one of your meetings?” You ask in the same tone.

“Uh, you? But you don’t like to be involved in any of that.” He murmurs, his tone sweet for you.

“I know, uhm…” You look around, trying to come up with a good explanation.

“No.”

“Souuuth” You whine.

You look directly at his eyes with the best puppy eyes you could manage. He smirks, looking at you while sliding his hand under your shirt to caress your back fondly.

“What’s this? Is this your new weapon?” He asks, his smirk still on his face.

“No, no—.”

“Yes, my love, you can go with me to as many meetings as you want.” You bite your lower lip, trying to surpass a smile. “Your weapon works, I see.”

You hum, with a raised eyebrow. Seems like you need to see what else your new weapon can make him surrender.

Ken Ryuguji Draken.

It wasn’t Draken that made you so interested in the gang, it was Mikey actually. You know Mikey and Mitsuya, and a lot of times that you were hanging out with your boyfriend Mikey was there. He would tell you a bunch of funny stories about his members and “the founders”, so now you want to meet the guys.

“Ken,” You say one day. He’s cooking something for the both of you.

“Mhm?” He hums distracted.

“Do you have a meeting to attend later?” You mumble, hugging him from behind.

“I do, I do. We have a fight in a few days and we need to—,”

“Can I come with you?”

“Absolutely no.”

“Oh, sorry.”

Softly, you walk away and jump to sit on the counter in silence, waiting for him to finish the cooking.

But he doesn’t.

He turns off the stove and turns around, walking till he is between your legs. You look up to him with your best puppy face, but you’re not trying to convince him, you’re just genuinely sad that he didn’t even think about it.

“You mad?” He mumbles, you shake your head. “But you already know Mikey.”

“Yeah, it’s okay actually,” You smile softly. He kisses your temple softly.

“Don’t make that face, you’re making me feel bad,” You nod, with the same face. “Of course you can go with me baby, I just thought it was a joke again.”

“Mikey made it seem like it’s funny,” You explain. “That Baji guy setting cars on fire and that Peyan guy being loud… Before I didn’t care, but I think it would be entertaining?”

“Make the face again.” He says and you roll your eyes but do it anyways, he chuckles. “Now we can go.”

“Dumbass.” You whisper.

“What was that?”

“I love you.”

“That’s what I thought.”

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[min-jpg]

giving genshin characters consecutive kisses

Characters: Albedo, Childe, Diluc, Kaeya, Zhongli, Xiao

Genre: fluff, established relationship, slightly suggestive for some characters(sfw overall)

Summary: scenarios where you give them multiple kisses + their reaction

ehe i had fun writing this and i hope you'll enjoy it too <3

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"ALBEDO,

do you want to carry out an experiment?"

He was probably occupied with his work or one of his many experiments. Like a magic word, Albedo was instantly intrigued the moment you expressed your interest in conducting your own experiment. Brushing aside his bangs that hover over his face, you gently pecked his forehead. You proceeded with the corners of his lip after seeing how they twitched slightly from your first kiss. Curious to know his reaction, you took a moment to study what facial expression he wore. Albedo locked eyes with you and hummed, urging you to go on with your so-called experiment. Acknowledging his approval, you drifted down and moved away his collar. Your lips came to greet the center of his neck where the conspicuous diamond-shaped tattoo adorned his Adam's apple. Admiring the shape, your fingers lightly traced the outline. When you finally tilted your head up to look at Albedo. He wore a smile, but his eyes alluded otherwise,

"Having fun with that little experiment of yours? Let me have a try."

"CHILDE,

for the last time, I don't want to fight!"

With his unbridled competitive spirit, Childe has been whining on and on for a friendly match. To shut him up, you kissed him directly on his lips. "How about we compete on how many kisses you can handle from me?" Fumbling to conceal the imminent regret creeping behind, you decided to just go with the flow. You smooched him again before he could make petulant remarks to mock your embarrassing proposal. After lingering a little longer than the initial kiss, silence fell between the both of you. Licking your lips, you did not particularly mind savoring this moment, but you moved on. When you left a kiss on the tip of his nose, Childe plastered a childish countenance, complaining at you to retreat back to his lips. You rolled your eyes playfully. Instead, you gave a teasing and fleeting bite on his earlobe where the red ruby earring hangs. You pulled away to scrutinize his reaction. Of course, he has that assertive smirk showing how much he is getting a kick out of this. Except, the smirk was accompanied by the distinguishing pink tint on his cheeks. You were so close to just turn around and dash away, but Childe held your arm,

"This sounds like an excellent plan, but give me a moment before we continue this elsewhere."

"DILUC

c'mon! It's been days since I last received a kiss."

Still maintaining his gaze on the wine glass he was cleaning, Diluc mumbled, "Wait until my shift is over." You huffed and pouted, exaggerating your dissatisfaction. Diluc is a man who holds privacy in high regard when it comes to his personal affairs. With how packed his schedule is with both work and acting as a vigilante, the two of you may lack quality time together. Taking matters into your own hand, you drop by Angel's Share frequently just to see him. Lifting yourself to gain some alleviation by pushing your palms against the bar counter, you surprised Diluc with a peck on the cheek. Finally garnering his attention, he looked at you briefly before turning his head left and right to ensure none of his patrons noticed. His ponytail swayed along with the motion, luring you to almost tug on it to bring him closer, but controlled your manners. When he faced you once more, you closed the gaps till both your foreheads touched before he could reprimand you. Diluc's eyes soften as they connected with yours, creating an intimate atmosphere. It was as if only the two of you were present within the establishment. "Please?" You brushed your lips against his before giving the kiss. You let go, tilted your head for a better angle and went back in for another one. The change in approach deepened your kiss. Contended, you pulled away and grinned, resting your forehead against his again. Diluc grumbled, but presented a small smile regardless,

"I'm sorry, but I promise there will be a continuation to this."

"KAEYA,

can you calm down and listen to me?"

After a horrendous day, your emotions loomed with pure spite. You may have inadvertently lashed out at Kaeya. It sparked unnecessary misunderstanding and tension between the both of you. With Kaeya's silent and cold gaze weighing you down, it quickly switched to an unnerving experience. Your outburst was unjustified since he was not the emanation of your bitterness. Standing his ground, Kaeya's arms crossed waiting for your explanation. Instead of using words, you brashly collided your lips against his. You desperately sought his kisses. Seemingly unfazed by the sudden intimacy, Kaeya responded by sliding his tongue in to meet yours. You shuddered, but backed away, "Finally willing to listen?" Leaning forward again with no hesitation, you aimed for his neck and protruding collarbones with ardent love bites without wasting a breath. The kisses harbored your intense vexation. In a way, you were just having a moment of indulgence to pacify your irritation. You do so with ample kisses, bites, and licks around his neck down to his chest to quell the insatiable flame of sensation surging up your chest. Kaeya puffed out a sigh, grabbing your chin to look at him,

"Don't get mad at me. I'll help you relax, hmm?"

(angry makeout session am i right???)

"ZHONGLI

how much have you experienced human affection?"

Eyes flickering with curiosity, he tapped his chin, "I didn't think I was required to keep track." You softly giggled at his vague answer. Such a typical answer from the former archon. Reaching out for his hand and lacing both your fingers together, you escorted them to meet your lips. Your breath tickled Zhongli's slender fingers as you took your sweet time to give them innocent and fond kisses. His inquisitive stare questions your intention, but you continued by kissing his knuckles instead. That meticulous way of yours made sure each finger and knuckle gaps have all their angles smothered in your adoration. This pure action reflects how much you treasure the man himself, even down to the tip of his fingers. Your earnest smooches ignited a chuckle from Zhongli. Diverting your attention back to him, he gazed at you with devotion in his eyes as he beamed with a cordial smile,

"Mortals have a peculiar way of showing love. But, I don't dislike it."

(this is for yall with hand kink-)

"XIAO,

do you know how much I love you?"

Knowing how Xiao has always been keen to self-deprecating and wallow in self-loathe, you wanted to show your affection through your actions. Cupping both his cheeks, you instantly noticed how he averted his eyes and wanted to move away from your grasp. Already anticipating his refusal, you moved quickly to give him numerous fervent pecks on his face sporadically. You made sure to squeeze in lavish praises for him as well, "I appreciate you so much. You're always doing your best to protect me and others, even when the one who gets hurt the most is you. Xiao, I hope you can see how much I truly love you." He eventually settled down and his eyes fluttered from every kiss he received, sometimes granting you the opening to swiftly leave a few on his eyelids when they closed. It was a sign he trusted you. Fiddling with his fingers from being anxious, blush spreads across his face, depicting that he did not despise the attention. Seeing how red his cheeks were just enticed you to shower much more kisses around the vicinity compared to others until he reached out to touch your hand to shift your attention,

"Could you please kiss me on the lips as well? If you are true to what you said."

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[jae-daddy]

Duff (11)

im jaebum au series 

one / two / three / four / five / six / seven / eight / nine / ten / eleven / twelve masterlist

pairing: im jaebum x reader  genre: angst, mature, smut  plot: you are the duff and guys use you to get close to your best friend, heather, and turns out Jaebum is no exception, but as time goes on the tension between you and your best friend’s unofficial boyfriend grows a/n: it’s been a while, my bad. but the next chapter is going to spicyyyyyyyy. not edited, hope yall enjoy it <3 stay safe out there <3

Your jaw dropped as the driver drove through the gates and up the long driveway to Park Jinyoung’s mansion. You knew he was rich, but you didn’t know he was this rich. But even more than the vast wealth the Parks had, you were more taken by the decorations that started from the gate all the way up to the main entrance. 

You turned towards Jaebum who was watching you already. You felt the golden glow of the lights outside flow into the unlit car, and somehow you could see something glint in his dark eyes. 

“It’s so beautiful, isn’t it Mr Kim?” you looked out the window again, to see the sparkling lights making a rendition of Van Gough’s starry night. You smiled to yourself a bit, “It might be a bit cliche and basic, but starry night is my favourite piece of artwork.” 

The driver hummed in reply, saying something about taking a picture for his daughter.

Jaebum didn’t reply, and you didn’t mind. Him and you weren’t exactly on friendly speaking terms, well at least not in your books. 

Since that day in the office, Jaebum had tried to talk to you numerous of times, but you avoided him. You didn’t want to hear his empty apologies or empty excuses or empty flirty, or whatever meaningless, empty words he wanted to say to you because he was feeling bored. 

You didn’t even think he would pick you up today, but when you called up your driver, Jaebum had pulled up in his sleek black car. It was a moment that you seen in movies, where the male lead sees the female lead with her makeover for the first time, and he’s blown away. 

But Im Jaebum wasn’t blown away. He wasn’t even fazed, if anything he found you so unappealing that he couldn’t bear to look at you for more than two seconds without looking away in pain. 

Was he always such an asshole?

He probably was, but back then he was trying to charm you with his sweet words. Maybe, he was a sicko who liked girls who weren’t into him, and as soon as you showed him any interest he vanished into the night. 

The car stopped at the red carpet laid out at the entrance, and you began to check your outfit and lipstick for the last time before reaching for the door. Your hand was reaching for the handle when the door swung open, and a hand reached in for you. 

You placed your hand in theirs, and carefully got out of the car. 

You stepped out to find yourself chest to chest with Jaebum. His fingers gripping onto your fingers as you stared up at him. 

You cleared your throat and began taking a step away from him, when he reached out and pulled your body against his by your waist. Your hands laid flat against his chest, the black material feeling rich on your skin. HIs dark eyes drifted to your lips, before they looked away purposefully. 

You turned around to find the car driving off behind you that you were about to bump into. You looked up at Jaebum, your cheeks tainting pink, “Thanks.” 

“Watch where you’re going,” was all he replied, as he let you go. 

Your heart once again sank at the lack of endearment, but you ignored it and adjusted the dress before you began following Jaebum into the mansion. 

Jaebum was instantly surrounded by people. People lining up around him, trying to play it off as they waited for their turns for introductions. You were right next to Jaebum, introducing him to everyone. 

The first hour was spent just like that, making introductions and standing next to Jaebum and pretending like you were invisible. The other important people only gave you a passing glance before looking away, no one stared for too long. You weren’t worth their time. 

You didn’t mind though. 

You enjoyed the architecture of the building and the artworks hanging around the hall. This must have really been a castle at some point you concluded after an hour of staring at the walls. You wondered which kind of ruler lived here before, but you knew for certain whoever it was wasn’t a good person; no in power ever is. 

Jaebum and you had drifted away about fifteen minutes ago, but you kept an eye out for him. He was currently taking to Paul from work, so you thought he was in safe hands. You took another mini-sausage roll before washing it down with another glass of expensive champagne. 

You didn’t like that taste even though it was exquisite. All it did was remind you of the night Jinyoung engaged to that woman in front of you, after telling you he loved you a few hours ago. 

“I finally found you,” a deep voice spoke behind you. His voice fell over you like velvet, and you struggled to breath. 

You turned around, already annoyed, “What are you doing here, Jinyoung?”

“You’re casual and feisty today,” he chucked, moving to stand next to you. He picked up a mini-sausage and popped it into his mouth, before waving a hand around, “This is my party, incase you’ve forgotten, y/n.” 

You snorted, “How can I forget with this champagne? Tell me, was this your favourite before you chose her or did it happen after?” 

“Woah,” Jinyoung tried to take the glass from you, but you moved it out of his reach, “How many of those have you had?”

“None of your business,” you gave him a straight smile. “None of these people are drinking anything anyway. And I needed a drink, it’s just been so hard lately.” 

You leaned your head on his shoulder, but straightened your spine right away, “I’m not drunk, Jinyoung. I just don’t have the energy to fight or pretend, at least not with you, not tonight.” 

“I don’t know if that is a compliment or not,” Jinyoung clicked his tongue, playfully. “I kind of like it when you fight with me.” 

“God, you’re such a perv, Jinyoung,” you groaned, and he laughed. 

“Come on,” he said, holding out his hand and gesturing to the dance floor. “Dance with me?” 

“No, thanks.”

“Why not?” 

“Are you sure you want to dance with me?” You asked him, with a knowing look. “I know this is a party, but I am still just an assistant here. Are you sure your reputation won’t hurt from dancing with someone like me? I’m not made of money like you, Jinyoung.” 

“Beauty and wealth are both welcomed here, y/n,” Jinyoung took your hand in his, “And you have a wealth of beauty, my dear.” 

He brought your hand to his face, his lips brushing over your knuckles. 

“Oh, right,” you chuckled, your heart sinking slightly. “You think I am pretty.”

Your gaze went to Im Jaebum who didn’t spare you a single glance. Your eyes fell on the girl he was talking to, and you couldn’t help but notice how different she was to you. You couldn’t but notice how different Jaebum looked talking to her; kind and well-mannered. 

“I’ve always found you beautiful, y/n,” Jinyoung said, drawing your attention back to him. “That’s why I was drawn to you in the beginning, and when I got to know you... well, I guess that was the end of me.” 

You laughed lightly as you placed your hand on his shoulder, and the other in his hand. His hands rested on the curve of your clothed hip. 

“But today,” he smiled at you, “You looked absolutely gorgeous.”

“Don’t exaggerate, Jinyoung. If you were so taken by me,” you laughed, teasingly, giving him a look. You continued your words turning sour, “You would’ve chosen me.” 

“You know how things were back then, y/n,” Jinyoung sighed, he closed his eyes to take a deep breath. He opened them to stare into yours with so much emotion, you couldn’t breathe. 

“I looked for you, you know,” he spoke over the music. You couldn’t blink or breath as you stared at Jinyoung. His brows creased as if he was rethinking a painful event. “After I decided to end the engagement... after I broke it off, I looked for you. I searched for you, but I couldn’t find you anywhere.” 

“I- I went back home,” you whispered. You saw yourself laying in a pool of your vomit and urine, and your mother and father crying around your limp body. “I couldn’t stay here. Everyone was talking about you... it was too much.” 

“Y/n,” Jinyoung said, softly. You looked up to meet his gaze. “It’s nice to have you back. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” 

“Jinyoung-” 

“May I cut in?” 

“Always interrupting us, isn’t he, y/n?” 

You turned to find Jaebum glaring holes into Jinyoung’s head. 

“What if I say no?” Jinyoung pouted, teasingly. Jaebum sighed, his patience running thin. You looked around to see people already turning this way. 

“Stop it,” you gritted through your teeth at the both of the them, your lips holding a smile. “People are starting to look.” 

“I’ll dance with him for a bit,” you smiled at Jinyoung, “Thank you Jinyoung.” 

Jinyoung smiled back at you before giving you a cheeky wink. You chuckled watching him walk away. 

“You both seem closer than last time,” Jaebum said from behind you. You shrugged stepping closer to him placing a hand on his shoulder and the other in his hand. You were holding Jinyoung the same way a few moments ago, but somehow this felt different. 

The soft velvet of his jacket, the heat of his skin, the short hair tickling your fingertips at the nape of his neck. It was all somehow more intense, more intimate. 

Jaebum’s warm hands wrapped around yours as he took another step closer towards you. HIs other hand rested on your waist, pulling you in closer as it rested on the small of your back. His thumb caressed the exposed skin from your dress and you drew in a sharp breath. 

You didn’t say anything as you looked up at him. His dark eyes bore into yours, his lips drawn and tight. His jaw clenched and sharp, his black eyelashes gently fluttering across his cheekbones. 

He was beautiful. 

He was a sin in this all black suit made to precision for him. His hair was styled in-between completely swept back and lazy natural. His lips were rosy pink, and even without his lip-ring you wanted to taste them between your lips. 

You leaned closer to him. HIs thumb gently caressing your back, electricity dancing up your spine making your head spin. You welcomed his minty breath falling over your lips, as your eyes fell to his lips. And to his neck, watching as he swallowed nervously. Your gaze fluttered up to meet his eyes fixed on your face. 

You looked away from him feeling your cheeks flush, “Are you having a good time tonight, sir?” 

Jaebum only hummed in reply, his dark eyes still trained on you. 

Your eyes met his intense gaze for a moment before looking away instantly, “It’s a beautiful place, isn’t it?” 

“Yes, it is,” Jaebum said. You didn’t say anything more and bit your lip wondering if you should continue to dance with him or excuse yourself. 

You looked up at Jaebum, your hands letting go off him. 

Jaebum’s hand held yours tighter as he pulled you in closer by your waist. Your front was completely pressed against him now, and your body shivered as he leaned his lips close to your ear. 

You felt his warm breath caress the slope of your neck, and you closed your eyes letting the feeling sink deep within your bones. 

Jaebum drew his lips higher, his softness brushing against the shell of your ear as he whispered, “Thank you for everything, y/n.” 

You remained like that for a moment. Soaking in his presence, his heat, his touch, his breath, him somewhere deep inside your heart, and then you leaned back. 

“Thank you for giving me this opportunity, Mr Im,” you smiled up at him. 

Jaebum stared at you with an unreadable expression as his lips parted. 

“You must be glad you’ll be getting a proper secretary now,” you laughed, but there was no humour between you two. 

“I might not stay.”

“I know,” you nodded, “But if you do, I think it’ll be the biggest win for the company.”

Jaebum might be an asshole, a player; a complete fuckboy. But he was also hardworking, intelligent and gave his all into his work and accomplished a lot within the last three months you were working with him. 

“Loosing you is probably the biggest loss,” he said, pausing for a moment. “For me.” 

“I’m sure there are more qualified then me for this job.” 

“But I only want you, y/n.” 

You breath got caught at his words. Your wide eyes met his that stared at you as if you were the stars and the moon. As if once again you were presented to him as impossible puzzle, and he wanted to get lost in trying to solve you. 

He moved in closer, and lowered your gaze to avoid his heated ones. 

Jaebum lifted his hand from your waist. His fingertips brushed your cheeks with the slightest touch as he whispered, “You look beautiful, y/n.”

“Jaebum, stop it.” You began moving out of his arms, but he pulled you back in. His fingers digging into your waist as he held you steady in front of him. 

“Why?” His fevered breath fell over your face as you looked up at him. His eyes were wild with darkness, but it didn’t scare you. It only made you mad, so terribly horribly mad. 

“Why?” You spat, quietly. Your chest was heaving as you tried to control the anger that had been swelling inside you over the past month. 

“Don’t you think we’re past these little games of yours?” You sneered up at him. Your hand on his shoulder tightened as you tried to control yourself. “We already know I fell for it. Do you wanna see if I’ll fall for it again after being rejected once?” 

Jaebum didn’t say anything so you snorted. The sneer on your dark lips growing as you looked down your nose at him, “I won’t let you lead me on again, only to make a fool of me like that. I’m not going to play this sick game of yours.” 

Jaebum’s fingers bit harder into your waist making you gasp as he pulled you flush against him. HIs nose almost brushed against yours, as he breathed harshly, “A game? You think all of this was a game for me?” 

“What else could it be?” You snickered at him, both your hands flattening on his shoulder, trying to push him away with attracting any attention. But he wouldn’t budge a centimetre. You gritted through your teeth as you glared up at him, “Why else would you pretend to be into me? Play with me like that?”

Play with my feelings like that?

Jaebum’s hands rested on your exposed back as he held you steady against him. His jaw clenched, his eyes furious as he tried to control his breathing. 

“It wasn’t a game for me.” 

You ignored his words. 

“Then what was it?” You bit back. “You made it seem like you felt the same way only to reject me when I-”

“I didn’t reject you,” Jaebum cut you off. 

You began laughing mockingly, and Jaebum shook you slightly to make you look at him.  

You didn’t say anything and looked up at him, your lips parted in surprise. 

“Do you,” Jaebum whispered, leaning in closer to you as he leaned his forehead against yours. His eyes stirring golden as they stared into yours, his fingertips softly dancing on your back, causing fire to dance through your vines. “have any idea how crazy you make me, y/n?” 

Suddenly it was all too much. His touch, the way he was looking at you, the things he was saying. The lights shining down upon you two, the chattering of people around you. It all became to loud too much. Your heart beat loudly in your ear as you took a step away from him. 

Jaebum looked at you, expectantly. You stared him, unable to hear a single bought. The only thing you could hear was your heart beating thumping loudly in your ear. 

Your lips parted, you were going to say something. You weren’t sure what. Jaebum’s gaze fell to your lips, waiting for you to the say the words. You took another step back, not saying a single word. 

The smile on Jaebum’s lips dropped as your brows creased as a sudden panic before settling in your chest. You needed to get away.

“I-” you began. 

“Y/n!” You turned to saw a fury of red first, and then her smiling face as she jumped in front of you. “I didn’t know you were coming here.” 

Heather turned to Jaebum, placing a kiss on his cheek. His eyes remained on you, his face void of any emotions. 

Heather smiled at you, “Go away, JB. I won't let you steal my best friend.” 

// 

You were next to Heather the rest of the night, but your eyes still followed the man in the black suit. His sharp eyes met yours throughout the night, but every time you looked away. 

You were looking at him once again. There was something pleasant about his lips when he talked, and the way those whiskers appeared on his cheeks when he would smile or laugh brightly. You couldn’t look away from him no matter how hard you tried. 

You watched him talk to Park Jinyoung with a frown on his face, that deepened when Jinyoung looked your way and winked. His hard glaze travelled to you, as his lips drew into a straight line. 

You looked away once again, your cheeks on fire. 

“Are you okay?” Heather asked. You looked towards her to find her following your gaze to the pair of males. 

“Mhmm,” you nodded, taking a sip of the champagne.

You watched Heather take a sip too, but you noticed that knowing smile on her lips. 

This was all too dangerous.

#duff #im jaebum #jay b #im jaebeom #lim jaebeom #lim #in #im #jaebum #jaebeom #got7 #got7 angst #got7 jaebeom #got7 jay b #got7 jaebum #got7 series #series #fanfic #ff #Jaebum series #jaebum fanfic #Jaebum angst #angst #fluff #jaebum smut #smut #cheating #sad #best friend #jinyoung

[just-gay-thoughts]

The 'Dont Say Gay Bill' and other bills like it are bullshit and heres why, and essay by me pt. 1

Okay gonna preface this by saying 2 things:

1. The actual focus of this will be the numerous other Bill's in other states that are trying to do similar things to the Dont Say Gay Bill in Florida

2. There is a lot of bullshit in these bille, as well as homophobia and transphobia, so please make sure you look after your mental health and scroll past this if you think that might be a problem for you.

Alright so thus all started when I decided to do some research into the Dont Say Gay Bill but then got sidetracked by an article about similar bills. And the thing that irked me the most was how none of them have gotten any attention despite how blatant some of them were with their homophobic intentions. So I'm gonna draw attention to them, because even the lesser of these evils sets the groundwork for worse and worse bills. I'm first going to name the state, bill id, a small excerpt/summary from the article I read, then what I found reading through the bill itself for any additional context. I will then give my opinion on the bill. Sorry in advance for the long read, I might break this up into multiple posts.

Let's get started with Arizona HB 2011. HB 2011 would force students to seek parental permission before joining any school club "involving sexuality, gender or gender identity" according to the article I read.

The bill states it would "prohibit the school district from allowing any student to participate in any school student group or club involving sexuality, gender or gender identity unless the student's parent provides written permission for the student to participate in the student group or club."

So yeah, no exaggeration. This, like many of the bills I'm about to address will mainly effect kids with queerphobic parents, and ultimately will leave queer kids without many safe places to go with questions about their identity or to simply safely explore their identities. It's also setting a precedent for schools regulating who can or cant join student led clubs, which really doesnt sit right with me.

Warning: Tennessee's actual wording from the bill is homophobic

Tennessee is considering a bill that would prohibit schools from using any books or instructional materials that mention "gay, bisexual, or transgender issues or lifestyles" in any way. HB 800.

Actuall wording from its summary: Oh God it's worse than I thought

"Prohibits..... from adopting or using textbooks and instructional materials or supplemental instruction materials that promote, normalize, support, or address lesbian, gay, bisexual, or transgender issues or lifestyles."

So essentially Tennessee school districts cant use or have any textbooks that contain anything queer. Because God forbid we acknowledge people are gay. Sorry, theres not much I can say about this one while staying semi civil.

North Carolina S 514 would require teachers and college faculty to report to a parent if their child displays signs of "gender non conformity". Apparently is stalled in the state Senate but remains live.

Bunch of transphobic nonsense, does state that a "government agent" with knowledge of a minor "exhibit[ing] symptoms of gender dysphoria, gender non conformity, or otherwise demonstrates a desire to be treated in a manner incongruent with the minor's sex" must tell the parents or guardians of the minor

Yet again, endangering queer kids with queerphobic parents and does no actual harm. The majority of the bill was talking about medical transitioning in a very transphobic manner, and the above bit was tagged on near the end.

Okay there will be 2 more parts coming in the next couple days, one more to touch on 3 more states, and a final part to touch on Oklahoma.

Stay safe, and do something that makes you happy, because I only wish the best for yall!

#gay thoughts #dont say gay bullshit #dont comment on spelling #all of this was typed out on my phone during free time throughout the last couple days #homophobia #transphobia

[hoonloveclub]

appreciation moment

bestfriends!enhypen x gn!reader (fluff!!!!)

a/n: finally finished this after it being in my drafts for a while! i hope this made you guys smile and let me know if you guys like the style :DD

word count: 1.2k

warnings: nothing just a few curse words :)

fuck elevators and their need for maintenance

out of breath and ten minutes later than planned, your hands are heavy with full bags containing a plethora of chips, ramen, a ton of candy, and eight (very heavy) drinks, as you bang on the door to the boys’ dorm.

“guys let me in 20 cube i’m about to turn around and never come back if you don’t in the next five seconds! my arms are a millisecond away from falling off!”

that was not an exaggeration. okay just kidding, maybe it was. a little.

raising your heels off the ground, in an attempt to peek into the peephole, you’re met with one, sole, magnified eyeball.

“y/n we all know you won’t have any other friends to hang out with if you do” a singsong-y voice and owner of mentioned eyeball, jungwon, cheekily refutes.

“shut up won, and i don’t know, open the door while you’re at it” 

knowing his statement wasn’t far from the truth, you would do anything for your seven dear (annoying) friends, even climbing nine flights of stairs, but that was the last thing you needed them to know

as the door swings open you’re met with a smiling jungwon and an overly excited niki

“Y/NNNN” all the bags crash down as niki crashes into you, towering over you with his long limbs, any bitterness previously on your mind long gone

you swear he wasn’t this tall the last time you saw him but maybe your eyes were just deceiving you

“niki did you really miss me that much you big baby” you roll your eyes, contrary, a smile graces your features

he laughs, playfully pulling at your cheeks

“eyy are you saying you didn’t miss me” he points at your face, a sly smile emerging

“touché” you laugh, patting his cheek in endearment, “where’s everyone else at?”

"they’re-”

“Y/N-IEEEE MY BABY”

“OH Y/N YOU GOT THE GOOD GOODS”

“YES HOW’D YOU KNOW I WAS CRAVING GUMMIES”

speaking all over each other, you realized how long it had been since you last saw them

“i missed you guys”

“AWW DID YOU GUYS HEAR THAT, Y/N MISSED US” heeseung holds his chest dramatically, expressing how touched he was at your sudden confession

regretting your words almost immediately, you cover your face in embarrassment and playfully push hee’s arm “i take it back”

heeseung holds back his laugh

“it’s okay y/n we missed you too” sunghoon sweetly assures, nudging your leg from across your seat

replying with a quick “this is why you’re my favorite” hoon beams with giddiness, the cute dimple you adored appearing on his cheek

movie nights were a weekly occurrence between you and the seven, but due to busy schedules, the past month’s movie nights were, to everyone’s dismay, all cancelled

“okay so what do you guys want to watch tonight” sunghoon asked cheerily, sipping a bit of a sweet latte you bought specifically for him, knowing it was his favorite

you were munching on a mix of ruffles, hot cheetos, and m&ms, niki sprawled on your lap to the right of you, and jay clinging to the arm on your left as jay pipes up, “i was actually thinking something light hearted like, i don’t know, high school musical?”

after a month of nonstop work you were ready to relax (aka jam to bet on it with jay)

“i second that” you mindlessly agree, earning a smile from the boy beside you

the rest exchange knowing glances of ‘any other recommendations?’ to which you don’t notice

“..actually what I was thinking is less of a light hearted school romance movie, but more of a light hearted-ish action movie like spider-man homecoming?” jake suggests, looking around for approval

you shrug, but one after another, the rest of the boys agree to spider-man homecoming, the only other siding for high school musical being sunoo

“yes! okay spider-man it is!” jungwon excitedly exclaims, turning on the tv and getting settled next to jake

slightly disappointed, you wanted to watch high school musical, but nonetheless you could never resist peter parker (especially played by tom holland)

“being spider-man would be so cool” jake lets out, mesmerized by the action on screen “like imagine being able to just do… that” he motions to the scene

“honestly, jake, you’d be a solid spider-man” you reply

“you think so?” a smile tugging at jake’s lips

“not to rain on your parade, but i think not” jay interrupts, “obviously i’d be better,” perking up beside you

“yeah sure jay, what are you gonna do, spray your large variety of honey at them?” jake retorts

you can hear heeseung, sunghoon, sunoo, and jungwon’s snickering from across the room

“i would just be spider-man dumbass, with web shooters?? you-”

“i heard somewhere that tom holland had to wear a thong while wearing the spider-man suit” niki says nonchalantly, still focused on the screen in front of him

you watch as jay’s eyes widen

“take it back, jake can be spider-man” jay says, to which everyone cries laughing at for a whole 10 minutes

“ugh tom holland is just so perfect- where can i find a man like him” you exclaim, earning a quick response from none other than heeseung

“Y/N! you are currently surrounded by 7 hunky men! what more can you ask for”

“did you just use the word ‘hunky’? i heard that right? hunky?? no no no no, that’s it. i’m done. as much as i love y’all, hate to break it to you but tom holland is THE man.” you reply dreamily

“okay ya sure, because you can totally pull someone like him,, we’ll wait.”

“you know what jungwon, just let me live in peace for one day without reminding me how dry my relationship status is everyday” you jokingly reply, words dripping with an insincere annoyance

“y/nn, you know it’s because we love you. how is it gonna be when you get a significant other and leave us hanging every week? what are we gonna do then??” jungwon explains but he’s cut off when sunoo confesses

“y/n i’m gonna be honest, i most definitely have attachment issues with you”

“yeah. me too.” sunghoon nonchalantly adds.

all eyes are on you as you sit there between your dear friends, spider-man playing in the background, but now long forgotten.

to say that you appreciated each one of them was a total understatement.

they were everything to you, and you wouldn’t trade your friendship with them for the world

“no because now you guys are gonna make me cry or something” your eyes look up to the ceiling as you try to prevent the tears forming in your eyes from actually falling. plan failed.

“LOOK WHAT YALL DID. NOW MY BABY Y/N’S CRYING” jake puts his arms up and pretends to punch sunghoon

yeah sure your love life was like a tree on the verge of dying because of a drought, but you couldn’t imagine loving someone more than your friends.

“you guys are the best. i mean- for now i guess”

“eyyyyy y/n you just broke my heart” jake holds his heart and pretends to faint

you laugh, tear stained cheeks now glowing with happiness 

#enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen blurbs #enhypen fics #enhypen drabbles #enhypen fluff #enhypen scenarios #lee heeseung #yang jungwon #park sunghoon #park jay #park jongseong #sim jaeyun #jake sim #kim sunoo #nishimura riki #enhypen niki