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cosmicanamnesis · 1 year

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he tastes like chocolate pt. 9

[part 1] [part 8] [part 10] [read on ao3]

December 31st, 6 hours to midnight

“What the hell is happening right now?” Gareth asked after a long moment. Jeff, who had been hiding behind the half-assembled drum kit, could only shrug.

Steve looked at Eddie. “Wingman,” he said, pointing to Dustin.

“D&D group,” Eddie replied, gesturing vaguely towards the house. They nodded at each other as Dustin stepped around the giant speaker he’d been leaning on.

“Oh… my god,” he said, pointing at both of them, smiling through his dawning realization. They both shot him intense looks, choking off whatever he was about to say. “Steve… That band I make you play all the time…” Dustin tipped his head towards the makeshift bandstand being set up in the garage. Steve and Eddie turned back to each other with twin shocked expressions.

“That song-”

“It’s our cover-”

“You guys are really good-”

“I can’t believe this is happening-”

Gareth’s and Jeff’s phones dinged at the same time while Dustin pressed himself into a corner, trying not to be noticed. Eddie rolled his eyes. He knew what that meant.

“Oh, Jesus… Hang on,” he said, holding up a finger to Steve as he pulled out his phone to see what disaster was happening in the group chat.

Dustpan: you guys will never believe who Eddie’s “cute boy” is

Garebear: Who the hell is this guy?

Microwave: who is it?

Leia: who?

JIF: I feel like I’m missing something

Dustpan: just get down here

if you shitheads say anything i swear i will tpk you all next session

Wildred: OMG

Leia: hang on, i’ll be down in a sec

“Steve??” Mike cracked the door to the garage open and stared Steve down, blinking like he was hallucinating. "Is that… Robin's shirt?" He didn't have time to get an answer.

“Steve is here!?” They heard a girl's voice echo in the kitchen before the door was thrown open more and El slid into the garage, dressed entirely inappropriately for the weather.

“Ellie J!” Steve yelled, throwing his hands up over his head as she ran and tackled into him. Laughing, he wrapped his arms around her and picked her up, giving her one good spin before he set her back down.

“I thought you were going to a party with-”

“Well,” Steve said, cutting her off. “Turns out I accidentally got invited to the same party twice,” he explained, glancing back up at Eddie, who looked both shocked and mortified.

“So… Are you staying?” El asked.

“Yeah,” Steve chuckled. “I think I am.”

El grabbed Steve’s hand and started dragging him back into the house. He tossed the helmet he was still holding at Eddie on his way in, giving him a look that he hoped said something along the lines of, you have some explaining to do.

That left Eddie alone in the garage with Dustin, Gareth, Jeff, and Mike all staring at him intently.

“What?” Eddie broke the silence.

“How about we start with how the hell did you meet Steve?” Mike said, stepping out into the garage, pulling the door shut behind him.

“I would also like to know,” Dustin said, raising his hand, sitting down on top of the speaker he had set up before.

“Oh, please. You guys aren’t stupid,” Eddie said, but Dustin and Mike met him with blank expressions. “Jesus, do I have to spell it out for you? What does Steve do for a living?”

“He works in a coffee shop,” Dustin said.

“Yes. And the guy I’ve had a crush on for like, three months?”

“The barista that always takes your order when you do the coffee run,” Mike continued.

“And Steve’s coffee shop happens to be where…?” Eddie was met with blank stares. “Oh my god, have none of you ever been into the Waystation?”

“How often do you think we go downtown, Ed?” Dustin asked sarcastically. Eddie nodded, rolling his eyes.

“He’s like, two doors down from my tattoo parlor, guys. That’s how I met him.”

“And in all the time you two have apparently known each other, you never bothered to mention us?” Mike asked, almost sitting down behind Gareth’s drums, but Gareth thwacked him in the arm with his drumsticks. “That hurts, Eddie. Right here.” He tapped his chest over his heart a few times to punctuate the joke.

“I mentioned you a couple times!” Eddie countered. “Just, I guess, not by name. In my defense, he mentioned you guys but never by name either. Shit, he even told me about your sister, Wheeler. Just-.”

“Not by name,” Mike and Dustin said in unison, cutting him off. He nodded and looked around, finally deciding to just set both helmets in the front seat of the van.

“Okay, hang on,” Jeff crossed his hands, calling for a time-out. “Eddie, you know Steve from work. Dustin, Mike, you know Steve from…?”

“He dated my sister,” Mike said flatly.

“And he used to babysit us,” Dustin added.

“And we know you ‘cause I’m dating Will,” Gareth said, clapping his hands together once as loud as he possibly could, drumsticks tucked under one arm. “And the circle of stupidity is complete.”

“Great. This has been unbearable, can I go now?” Eddie asked, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

"Go where?" Gareth asked, going back to twirling one of the drumsticks in his hand. "We need to finish setting up and sound check. You're here, now help. You two, begone!" He waved his free hand at Dustin and Mike, shooing them back into the house. Grant, the last member of the band, snuck in past them as they were leaving.

"Eddie, is that your barista friend in the living room?" he asked, pointing behind him as he crossed through the garage.

"Ah huh," Eddie nodded. He hopped up into the back of the van and started dispersing guitars. "Steve. Turns out, uh, he's already friends with the boys."

"Huh. Weird coincidence," Grant said, taking his bass from Eddie.

"Yeah. Dunno if you saw the group chat, but if Dustin or any of you so much as breathe a word to him about me liking him, your characters are all dead next session."

"Roger that," Grant laughed, giving Eddie a small salute.

In the house, Mike and Dustin cornered Steve, who was sitting on the living room floor looking at El's most recent paintings. It was definitely the living room of college-aged boys. Every piece of furniture was picked up off street corners and at least fifteen years old, and decorations for at least three holidays had become permanent fixtures around the room.

"You're getting better at perspective," Steve said, as if he had half an idea what he was talking about. He'd learned a lot of art words talking to Will over the years, and figured he could fake it enough for El's sake.

"Thank you!" she said, shuffling the small canvases around. "I've been practicing with more dynamic poses."

"Ahem," Dustin cleared his throat conspicuously as he leaned in the doorway between the kitchen and then living room. Mike leaned against the other side, and as Steve turned to look at them, Lucas came down the stairs and into view between them.

"Steve!" Lucas smiled. "Thought you couldn't make it."

"He came with Eddie," Dustin said pointedly, arms crossed as he waited for Lucas to catch up.

"You- oh," Lucas nodded, understanding.

"Oh what? Why do you guys keep saying that?"

"Wait, Eddie's date is- oh," Max said, coming down the stairs, nearly running into the boys in her hurry. "Hey Steve. Thought you weren't coming."

"Eddie's date??" Steve balked, standing up. The second he was on his feet, though, the doorbell rang.

"You wanna get that?" Dustin asked, glancing at the front door, which Steve was closest to.

Steve rolled his eyes but peeked out the small window anyway, expression changing from annoyance to shock in moments.

"Robin!" he yelled, throwing the door open.

"Steve? I thought Eddie was taking you-"

"Yeah, funny story," Steve cut her off, smiling tensely, as she came into the house and tossed her jacket over the arm of the couch on the pile of other coats. "Turns out Eddie's friends are also, uh, our friends."

"What? How the hell…?" Robin left the question open-ended, staring at Dustin, Mike, Lucas, and Max who had yet to move out of the doorway to the kitchen, waiting for an explanation.

"Y'know how Will's boyfriend is in a band?" Dustin asked. Robin nodded. "And one of his bandmates volunteered to run a D&D campaign for us?"

"Our DM is Eddie," Mike said, cutting right to the chase. "The guy Steve's had a-"

"Another word and I will personally set fireworks off in your bed, Wheeler. Don't try me." Steve glared at Mike, shutting him up instantly.

"Wait, Eddie? Like, Eddie Eddie? Huge complicated order Eddie?" Robin asked, turning to Steve. They could all practically see the wheels turning in her head. Eddie you have a crush on, Eddie?

"Yeah. That Eddie," Steve nodded. They didn't have time to be shocked anymore as two more pairs of footsteps came down the stairs.

"It's Steve!" Will said, glancing backwards to Erica as she came into view.

"Steve? Dustin said you weren't coming-" Erica started.

"We're well past that," Dustin said, holding a hand up to cut her off.

"Wait… Is Steve Eddie's-"

"Yeah," Max nodded. "He is."

"He is… what?" Steve almost yelled. "I'm Eddie's what?"

"Sorry, Steve," Lucas shook his head. "Under penalty of death, we can't say."

Steve and Robin looked to teach other, their silent conversation going something like,

What the hell are they on about? I'm not Eddie's anything.

They seem to think you are. Do they think you're his date?

I'm not his date! A house party isn't a date!

I think you should probably tell Eddie that.

Everyone's hands shot to their ears as they were interrupted by a piercing feedback squeal from the garage.

"Sorry!" Gareth yelled into the house.

"Well," Dustin said, turning his attention back to the guests in his living room. "The important thing is that you're here, right?"

“I think the important thing is that Steve’s wearing Robin’s clothes,” Max muttered. Will covered his mouth, trying not to laugh.

“The important thing is that you are all very clearly hiding shit from me!” Steve said, putting his hands on his hips in his best “mom stance,” as Max always called it. Fuck it. Might as well lean into the role. For half a second, he wondered if I’m not mad, I’m just disappointed would have any weight.

"Sorry, man," Lucas said again with a halfhearted shrug. "Orders from on high."

The rest of the group all nodded or shrugged in agreement. Steve stared each of them down, one by one.

"Orders… From Eddie, you mean?" All eyes went wide, confirming Steve's guess. "He's got some secret that you all know and I don't and he made you promise not to tell?"

"He threatened to TPK us," Will admitted. Steve sighed. If Eddie was their dungeon master, then Steve knew more about him than he thought.

Steve had heard about the D&D campaign at length, and about the DM running it plenty. Ruthless, the boys always said, but fair, and a storytelling genius, and they always forgot all the NPCs were just him with different voices for as fully as he embodied every single one. But from what Steve had heard, Eddie hitting the party with an asteroid or something wasn’t exactly out of the question. And they were at a really critical plot point in the game, last they told him. Something about some vampire guy with a funny name.

A lot of things started clicking into place, and Steve conceded with a nod. He could always talk to Eddie himself.

Speak of the devil.

The band started filing back inside, either not noticing or not caring about the entire rest of the party sardined into the living room doorway. Jeff made a beeline for the fridge and started passing water bottles around. Gareth grabbed one and smiled at Will, coming up to wrap an arm around his waist.

“Oh, don’t touch me, you’re sweaty,” Will laughed, halfheartedly trying to push Gareth away.

“Never stopped you before,” Gareth flirted, making Will blush. That public display of affection was enough to make the group dissipate in a chorus of gagging sounds.

“Gross, dude,” Jeff shot Gareth a disapproving look. “Anyway, oven’s preheated, first batch of pizza rolls going in,” he announced loudly, pulling a bag out of the freezer.

“Oh my god, you were serious,” Eddie said, catching a glimpse of the inside of the freezer, packed full of pizza rolls and waffles with the biggest bottle of vodka Eddie had ever seen peeking out from under the rest of the hoard.

And so the party was on. Most of the group chose to hang around the kitchen table, which Steve recognized as his parents’ old one, passing bags of chips around as they stood and chatted. Eventually beers and sodas got passed around and the pizza rolls came out of the oven and somebody connected to a bluetooth speaker and the tension of earlier evaporated.

“What’s up, Robs?” Steve asked. Robin had turned away from the conversation they were having with Will and Lucas, brows furrowed, staring at nothing.

“Just… thought I heard something. Lucas, is anyone else com-”

She was cut off by the front door opening.

“Hello?” Another familiar voice called into the house. Steve and Robin peeked out from the kitchen to see Nancy, Jonathan, Barb, and a man neither of them recognized coming into the house.

“Hey Nance,” Dustin said from the couch, not looking away from the game of Mario Kart he was absolutely demolishing El, Eddie, and Mike at.

“Hey! You guys made it!” Eddie smiled. The group shed their coats into the growing pile and joined in the party with relative ease.

“Steve! It’s good to see you!” Nancy grinned, coming up to wrap her arms around him.

“Nance! Hey!” Steve wasn’t exactly surprised that Nancy and Jonathan came to the party, since they were the actual older siblings of the group, but it seemed like she knew he was going to be there, which struck him as odd. As Nancy continued on her path to the fridge, giving hello’s and hugs to everyone on her way, Steve looked at Robin, then Will and Lucas. “Why is Nancy the only one not shocked to see me?”

“Maybe she just figured you’d be here, ‘cause you hang out here all the time,” Will shrugged.

“No, Eddie said he was bringing you,” Nancy said, cracking a soda and joining them by the dining table. Of course she overheard. “I mean, I did figure Dustin would invite you, but-”

“Wait, what do you mean Eddie said he was bringing me?”

“He told Barb he was bringing you… And Barb told me.” It was Nancy’s turn to look confused. “Steve, you know Barb and Eddie work together, don’t you? The tattoo parlor by the Waystation? It’s Argyle’s shop.”

“Who?” Steve raised his eyebrows.

“Ar- Oh, duh, you two haven’t met. Argyle!” Nancy yelled into the living room to get his attention.

“What’s up, chica?” Argyle joined them in the kitchen, slinging an arm over Nancy’s shoulder.

“Argyle, this is Steve,” Nancy introduced them. “Steve, Argyle. He’s Jon’s boyfriend.”

Oh yeah. Steve had heard a little bit about Nancy and Jonathan’s… arrangement, he guessed, from the boys and El.

“Nice to meet you,” Steve said politely, offering his hand out, expecting Argyle to shake it. That was not what ended up happening.

Argyle moved away from Nancy and took Steve’s hand, sure, but it was immediately followed by the man pulling Steve into the tightest bro-hug he had ever experienced.

“Heard all about you, man,” he said, still crushing Steve’s ribs. Steve was pretty sure he felt his back pop. After what felt like a decade, Argyle finally loosened up, letting Steve breathe again. “Eddie talks about you-”

“Eddie what now?” Eddie said, leaning around the doorframe into the kitchen. “Y’all talking shit about me?”

“All good things, my man,” Argyle laughed. Eddie just nodded, making eye contact with Steve.

“Smoke?” he asked, tipping his head back towards the front door.

“Sure,” Steve nodded, grateful for the save. He pushed past Nancy and Argyle and back into the living room where Eddie was holding Steve’s coat out to him already and Dustin was reveling in his unsurprising Mario Kart victory.

There was something underneath Eddie’s smile that Steve couldn’t place.

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so. if this goes how i want it to, it'll end up being 10 chapters(11 parts on tumblr). for the love of god somebody hold me to that, i don't have the energy for another 100k+ word fic.

anyway THE LORE!! for the life of me i can't figure out how to work this into the story this late in the game so here is the background:

in this little au, eleven and will are actually twins and her name is Eleanor Jane, and steve is the only person in the world who gets to call her Ellie J. the boys all live together in campus-adjacent housing bc they're college sophomores, Max is also a student but officially lives w her mom ("Susan's in on it, too," this will come up later) but spends most of her free time at the house with Lucas, El is not a college student and just lives at home with Joyce nd Hopper, and Erica lives at home bc she is a senior in high school. Gareth, Jeff, and Grant all grew up in the trailer park, they are the other kids in the sparkler fight photo on the fridge, and Gareth and Will met in a required psychology class when Will was a freshman and Gareth was a junior (if anybody else saw noah.i.c's A Very Steddie Christmas series on tiktok, that's what got me on the Will/Gareth train, and if you HAVENT seen it go watch it it wonderful)

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#steddie #steddie ficlet #steddie fic #stranger things #stranger things 4 #steve harrington #eddie munson #text

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vchanny-og · 3 months

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Chroma Challenge!

So, a Discord group I'm in did a little challenge. You get a palette or a color and you have to create something with just that. I think it's really meant for artists, but we decided both artists and writers could do it.

And to challenge myself, I did BOTH.

I did a doodle and a drabble. And because I am me, I just created more Sailor Moon content. I am a one trick pony, folks. XD

When I saw my palette, I immediately knew what I wanted to do. And it involves Camp Universe! One of my favorites.

If you did not read my Camp Elysian fic, you can click there to do so. You do not *need* to read it for this, but you can, and you should because it's fun and nostalgic. Anyway! The short version to catch you up is: the gang all work at a summer camp, Kayden is the main camp counselor. Morgan hates his guts at the beginning. Morgan ends up helping Serena and Darien sneak around because there is a strict no dating rule. Kayden does find out. By the end of the fic, Morgan doesn't hate Kayden any more, and he no longer things she's some dumb kid. I'll probably put the drabble up on A03 at some point, but this will do for now. It's not polished or beta'd. BUT. It did feel really good to write *something* after such a long time of not doing so. So, enjoy, or don't. *shrug*

“Excuse me, Your Tallness.”

Kayden’s eyes crept to the now cracked opened door, to greet the grinning blonde who had let herself into the cabin. Without knocking. But that was Morgan. He could let it slide. Her arrival was no surprise–as he’d heard her coming through the opened windows, chatting loudly as she always did with some other camper. So no, it was no surprise. He hadn’t realized it was already so late, though. He wasn’t quite ready to leave.

They had plans. Well, she had plans. He–he simply just followed her whims. “Are you ready yet?”

Today’s whim conflicted with his duties. “Uh,” he began, setting down the paperwork he’d been looking through into a neat pile. “One sec.” He looked at his watch, and then instinctively reached for his red clipboard. “Nuh uh,” she protested loudly. “No Clippy.”

He stilled and looked to her, hands on her hips, her finger wagging in the air as if he was a child reaching for the last cookie. He wasn’t sure what his face had contorted into, but she giggled and bounded over, pushing the clipboard back down to the old, stained coffee table. Then, she took his hand and began trying to tug him from the worn sofa. He knew not to reach for it again.

“I promise we will be back before you have to do your rounds.”

“Like the last time you ‘promised’?”

She rolled her eyes and tugged harder on his arm. “Just come on.”

And he did.

She interlaced their fingers, her hand so small in his, and began quickly leading him down a path of crushed gravel that led away from camp. Morgan was radiant and full of excitement, the last of the day’s sunshine glistening in her hair. He however could not help feeling like everyone was watching him. Watching him get pulled away from camp this close to lights out. What would they say to the one enforcing the rules sneaking off? He could hear the gossip already. Maybe he could come up with some lie? Some emergency he was taking care of. Morgan would tell him to stop worrying, that no one cared, and he shouldn’t care if they said anything anyway.

But he cared.

Mostly he cared because he hadn’t told his grandfather that they were dating yet, and he felt this terrible guilt for setting a bad example and breaking a rule. All behind the back of the greatest man he’d ever known.

But the thought of being away from her all summer was too much. They’d already spent so much time apart.

So, he didn’t disclose their relationship. He was so worried his grandfather would say no. That the rule was there for a very good reason, and grandson or not, he would not allow it. She could not stay. And what would they have done then? They could have continued just seeing each other on random weekends, talking on the phone after 8 every night, but Morgan was a pretty girl. And how long until the novelty of a long distance relationship wore off? How long until someone who lived near her started showing her attention? Before another Aaron showed up? How long before he wasn’t enough?

All this sneaking around was not as fun as Darien and Serena made it out to be the previous summer. It had only been two weeks, and he was so worried people would find out. That they’d rat him out and Morgan would have to go. He knew Jayden would never, but if he jokingly said he was going to tell just to get out of work one more time, Kayden might snap. Maybe he should just tell his grandfather? Rip the bandaid off. Get Jayden off his back. Stop lying and hoping to not get caught. His grandfather would understand, right? Morgan wasn’t just his girlfriend–

“Hello? Earth to Kayden.”

Kayden blinked. He hadn’t realized they’d arrived. Morgan raised a brow and cocked her head slightly to the side. “There you are. What were you lost in thought about?”

“Nothing,” came his casual response. But not nothing. Everything. Morgan was everything. Professing that though–

“Mmhm. Well, forget about nothing, we’re here!” she exclaimed, proudly showing off her surprise.

His hand felt cold with the loss of contact. Kayden looked around for the first time. He recognized this spot. He had caught Morgan chaperoning lunches for Darien and Serena many times here. He’d helped her cover for them here. Let them have their time in this not-so-secret make out spot. Those were the times he got to know Morgan more, as they talked while keeping lookout for the couple. When he realized she was more than she seemed.

She must have come before she gathered him, he thought. There was a quilted blanket–where she stole it from he did not know–covering a patch of grass between an open area of trees. It was quite serene this time of day, the noise of camp dying off, the shadows dancing along the ground.

She grinned when he noticed, said “tada” in her over-the-top way, and sat down. “Take a seat,” she said while patting the blanket next to her.

She looked so pretty sitting there, the last rays of the light kissing her face and the long shadows from the trees covering the surrounding area like a blanket. He joined her and was rewarded with her leaning into him. He wrapped an arm around her and enjoyed the warmth.

“It’ll be dark soon.” He didn’t know why he said it. He probably ruined the mood, and he instantly regretted it, but the weight of getting back on time was heavy on his mind. He couldn’t help it.

“I know,” she said quietly, leaning closer, looking out toward the slowly retreating light.

He hadn’t figured out exactly what the point of coming out here was yet, other than just being alone together. Which he didn’t mind. He could be a little late for that. He leaned over and tenderly kissed the spot on her neck just below her ear.

Instead of reciprocating, Morgan laughed and pushed him away. “Stop! You’re going to miss it!”

Kayden was confused. Why were they out here, of all places, if not for a little fun?

Morgan rolled her eyes and leaned back into his frame. “You remember when my family took me for vacation out of state for Spring Break?”

He nodded. They’d absolutely annihilated their plans to see each other with that spur of the moment trip.

“On the phone one night while I was away, you described how pretty the sunset was.”

He remembered. After their plans had been ruined, Kayden had offered to come help his grandfather do some spring renovations. The hard labor was a welcome distraction.

“And you said, you wish I could have been there.” She paused, and he pulled her in close. “So, I wanted to share a sunset with you, since we couldn’t before.”

“I do remember,” he replied, kissing the top of her head. “Thank you for remembering.”

He would remember this as the night he resolved to tell his grandfather about Morgan. And how much he loved her.

#fanfic #sailormoonfanfic #minako aino #kunzite #campelysian #campfic #drabbles #doodles #clippytheclipboard

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bmblboop · 6 months

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RWBY X Justice League... TWO!

Gonna do another liveblog while killing some time. Here goes!

-cut for length-

UHD is 480p? This movie has been out for two weeks and it's not 1080? I thought the first one was only that way bc I got it day-of!

Ugh, I wont get mad over it. The YT edition gave me trouble the last time too - let's just see how it goes.

Recap! Took me a minute to realize this is the Weiss vs Bruce music from the first movie - which is definitely the closest we've gotten to classic RWBY music.

"'Grimm' as in, "The Brothers"?" For half a second I thought she was referring to the Gods of Light and Dark but no as in the authors 'Brothers Grimm' because the DC universe is supposed to be Earth and fairytales are just fairytales here. Are they gonna lean more into the allusion aspect of RWBY et. al now that we have a world where Red Riding Hood and the others are just stories?

Jurassic Park moment with the Pterrorsaur. Except this time they can literally smell fear.

Epic Ruby moment vs the Taijitu (first time in Maya), love how creative the fights are.

Grimm on Earth turn to gunk? Hopefully it's just goo and not regeneration-goo (like the Wyvern 'Blood' in v3).

Ooh, when the Kilg%re/Goliath gets punched the cracks are yellow. Color scheme: red, white, black, yellow.

When I saw the flash of purple tailing Batman I thought TYRIAN!? Nope, it's just a Scorpion with a modified tail... suspiciously like Tyrian's. Guess Watts is involved after all.

Saw this preview clip, but ow. Weiss is still hurting from losing Atlas, and I honestly don't blame her. That was her home, and it's straight up gone. Glad to see this carry through from v9, as well as Ruby's post-renewal mindset.

Voice changer to keep the mystery voice a mystery.

Mmm Flash angst. Reminds me of v9 Jaune. Blond boys get no sleep.

Had to pause on Weiss' contacts screen and I love that shes got all her teammates, all her family, and Maria just, lurking. Lol

Clearly Maria has her own scroll but I do have to wonder how good she is at tech things given she has such a close-cropped image. Or maybe she doesn't give a shit XD.

Love love love that conversation with Klein, I love that this is the direction of Weiss' character arc and I love that daddy issues whammy of 'He abandoned Atlas long before it fell.' 'Do you mean Atlas, or your family?'

Time dilation double pun. The 'when you are needed most' line at the end of v9 and Weiss being the one saying 'we have experience with that' considering one of her glyphs is Time Dilation.

Blake breaking down the door feat. Yang's flirty wink.

XD Ruby entering the portal in style

We finally got a 'not in Kansas anymore' referenceeeee.

Oh, split up along Weiss/Blake and Yang/Ruby this time, glad to see it! Time for sisterly conflict.

Heh. Joker and Harley watching the city burn.

Oh now I see why Blake went to Gotham. Cat. Bat. "This is where he's from. I get it now."

The way Ruby just knew that she'd still be able to move like she did on Remnant. My girl. (Was worried for a sec she was gonna try to Silver Eyes it and that would fail)

"You learn not to question Flash's villain roster." That got a laugh out of me and I don't even know about Flash's lore.

Something about Weiss mentioning "Mr Freeze" while dressed as an Ice Princess is funny to me.

The particles on Blake and Jessica's fist bump :D

Aw man, it IS regeneration goop!

I guess 'consciousness is stored' is how we can get Watts in a post-v9 crossover. Technomagic stuff.

Weiss proving she's the queen.

Hope Cyborg isn't corrupted.

Love this Cobra/Dragonfly grimm. Clip it's wings!

'We need more firepower.' Enter Yang with an epic save.

Hold on, are Yang's flame punches the color of the lesbian flag?

Are we gonna a get a 'speedsters need to slow down' moral here? With Flash also rushing into danger and nearly getting killed?

Anyway, planning session time.

The truth revealed.

Honestly, 'no body no death' kinda applies here like we KNOW that Watts died either burning to death via Cinder's wish or when Atlas fell but he was surrounded by computers at the time as well. It could have literally been the last thing he ever did. (Or he did it during v7 since he already wormed his way into the Atlas network via Jacques).

Via Jacques. Man. Watts really is Weiss's personal villain.

The whole 'transferring consciousness' thing also reeks of the Aura Transfer machines used on the Maidens, but I always assumed that was Pietro's invention so he could give life to Penny. Maybe Watts stole or twisted the concept for his own use.

Yang seeing the Ruby in Flash mmmmm. The way he looks at her arm and asks 'what happened?' and Yang explains how she felt ooooooooo. Flash explaining that Kilgore is no longer in his brain but he hears and sees him all the time.

Blonde PTSD buddies WOOOO-

Meanwhile Ruby and Clark orphan bonding. Not entirely sure how Ruby will take the 'I make my parents proud for fighting for the things they died for'

Also given that some of Summer's first "lines" in the show was Red Like Roses Part 2 "baby please don't do what I did/I don't want you to waste your life in vain"

And on that somber note -break time!

#jl x rwby #rwby x justice league #rwby liveblog #jl x rwby part 2 spoilers

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lonethetraveler · 6 months

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Oh man, I'm going to go into some Fontaine 4.2 spoilers in a sec, but Furina has been catapulted into my second favorite character slot (that she's now sharing with Baizhu). Don't get me wrong, I liked her before, but after the AQ, she just. Gosh I love her. (Discussion and spoilers under the cut)

First to clarify: when I say Furina, I mean Furina and Focalors together (sort-of) since they're very much different characters, but also closely linked.

I really like the introduction we get to Furina. I love that she's over-the-top and dramatic, claiming herself to just "know such things, as a God does" about the Traveler visiting (oh and how her sending out informants across Teyvat was actually explained as to why she did that). The citizens talking about her as a 'mascot' and just, her having an air of putting on a show to make herself seem more grand. It comes across as vain, or at the very least, grossly overconfident. However, as the plot unfolds, we get to see cracks in the facade she puts on. But what does it mean? Is she actually weak? Does she actually have a deep disregard for her people? By the time we're going to bring her to trial, it kind of seems that way. It seems like she's been slacking off all this time while everyone else in Fontaine has been devising a plan to save the nation.

Then we learn the truth.

The way everything falls into place once Focalors reveals her master plan is so deliciously tragic. Of course Furina is afraid of fighting or facing off against the Knave. She's just a human, one without any vision or combat experience. And her dismissive, aloof, grandiose act is all her somewhat naive idea of how people might see an Archon. It's not even the first persona she tries! When being humble doesn't work, she resorts to an image of someone for whom mere mortals are beneath because it will keep people from questioning her. Really the order she was given was so incredibly tall: convince the nation that you're a God without performing any divine acts. Or even weilding Hydro. But she does it.

Every day she carries out this persona because she knows that, if she fails, everyone will die. Their blood will be on her hands, so she keeps it up, even when she's passed her breaking point. She doesn't even know if her other hall's plan will actually work, has no concrete way to reassure her people because she's been told nothing other than her duties. The fact that she chose not to let down her guard at her lowest, even when she felt convinced by the Traveler is wild. Her resolve is insane, especially considering that she couldn't confide in anyone.

I love the way we get to experience her inner world on the matter as well. That we're placed in a big empty opera house, constantly on a stage with spotlights, hearing voices with no faces. And the music backing off in that section to highlight the feeling of isolation. Not to mention getting to take control of her character so everything that's happening js directed at YOU, I think that was an excellent use of the video game medium.

And just when I thought her character couldn't get any more tragic, it does because she basically gets to witness the prophecy come true. She wasn't present for the conversation between Neuvillette and Focalors, so from all she can tell, Neuvillette and Traveler disappear with her alone in the opera house, witnessing it fill with water as she most likely thinks SHE is responsible for it.

When the water recedes and she comes out, probably expecting abandoned devastation, only for her pace to quicken as she realizes that everyone is still there. The prophecy didn't come to pass. She didn't fail. Man, that got me to cry more than just about anything else in Fontaine.

I just really love Furina, ok. I love the tragedy of her story, and her resolve, and how even the game audience is fooled by her performance. Considering everything, she did such a good job given the hand she was dealt. It makes me so happy that she's finally free of this burden and gets a chance to heal and find the peace and happiness that she's been denied for so long. That her story, her life, won't just end in tragedy.

#genshin impact #genshin spoilers #4.2 spoilers #furina #I just want to hug her and tell her that she did so good #that the Fontaine leads are both characters who cry often AND are strong in their own rights #long post

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tea-twords · 2 years

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Yanfei and Heizou thing I'm writing on a whim

Got the idea from @tartartartarsauce so thank you so much for it

Pairing: Yanfei and Shikanoin Heizou

Lee: Heizou

Ler: Yanfei

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"Ah, Yanfei, I think that's it over there."

"Hm? Oh, I see it now."

The Inazuman Detective and Liyuean (what's the word help) Legal advisor had taken a case from an ore-merchant, who had been attacked by treasure hoarders on his way from the Chasm to Liyue

They were walking around in Lisha, sticking to the path but also wandering around it in order to find the camp that the merchant reported seeing as well.

Heizou never failed to impress Yanfei. Even from when Aether and Amber (they are a duo in my book shut up) first introduced him to the team a month ago, he grabbed her attention when Aether mentioned his being the "best detective in Inazuma". And he's surely lived up to that title.

They discovered they work exceptionally well with eachother, both in mirroring professions and on the battlefield, which they both tend to want to avoid.

"Yeah, down there by that lake. It doesn't look like anybody's there though." Heizou said, pointing to where he was talking about.

"Judging by the lack of supplies and the footprints in the sand, they probably left not too long ago." She observed.

"Exactly my thoughts."

They stepped down by the lake to where the now-abandoned camp was.

"Heizou, look by those crates for anything they could have left behind." She pointed. "I'll look by these."

"Don't have to tell me twice..."

It wasn't long before Heizou discovered something very interesting in one of the crates, and began to tell Yanfei about it.

"Hey Yanfei, come over here for a sec?"

The half-adeptus stood up from where she was crouching and walked over to where Heizou was standing.

He looked over to her, slightly glad that they made a discovery so quickly, Burt some part of him, just...wasn't ready? He knew he was always efficient at what he did, but for some reason...he wanted this to last just a little longer."

"...Yanfei...I think my intuition may be telling me something."

Now normally, Yanfei wouldn't take a statement like this too seriously. But after knowing Heizou for a while, one tends to realize that his intuition really does tend to be correct.

"Really? What's it saying?"

"Hmmm..." he pretended to be lost in thought for a minute, with Yanfei waiting patiently.

This will be fun~

"...Heizou? You alright there?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, just need to think it through for a minute..."

"Oh, sure. Take your time."

Mgh... Thought Heizou as he pretended to contemplate his ideas. He's known Yanfei for a bit, too. She's pretty patient...to get her to crack, he'd probably have to be a biiiit more obvious...

"Ah! I've got it!"

"What are you thinking?" She asked, a little excited."

"Welllllll..."

"Huh?"

"Ehhh, it's probably not too important. Lets just ke-"

"Woah woah woah."

Aaaand he's got her.

"You can just drag it out like and and then dismiss it with an "It's not important" (mocking Heizou voice-wise) line and expect me to just accept it and move on! You gotta tell me!"

"Do I really have to, though...?" He said, knowing damn well what he's doing, looking up at the sky all innocent-like, with that slight-smug little smirk on his face.

"Oh, now you've done it." Yanfei said, a half hearted angry face put on as she marched towards him, finally giving him the reaction he so desired out of her.

"Ooh, what's Ms. Lawyer gonna do to m-WAH-!" He suddenly shrieked, "not expecting" Yanfei to latch her hands on his waist and start squeezing rapidly.

"Mwah? Oh, (in a professional-mocking voice) Mr. Shikanoin, this is a ✨professional relationship✨, we certainly can't have any of that nonsense in this."

"Nohohoho, at leheheast sahahave that for Aehether and Ahahamber!"

"Eh, fair point, I'll give you that one." Said Yanfei playing along, but not letting up on the side squeezes.

"Buhuhuhut whyyyyy?" Heizou whined, knowing why but wanting to instigate her further for the fun of it, despite his tickly situation as a result.

"Why? Well, you won't tell me what your expert intuition is telling you to help US, and you're just being a brat! So how about it, gonna tell me what you were gonna say now?" Threatened Yanfei, adding a quick claw to the ribs before switching back to the torturous side squeezes.

"EEE-!" Heizou let his knees give out after that, and he was now laying on his back with Yanfei looming over him.

"Ohover my dead bohohody"

"Oh really? Well I guess I'll just have to kill you then."

"WaitwAITWAIT NO-" He started, only for it to be drowned out in his cackles as that evil advisor formed her hands into claws and dug in at his rib cage.

"YANFEHEHEHEHEI!"

"Yes?"

"WHYYYHYHYHY???"

"You know why." She said with almost the same teasing tone he had earlier, showing no mercy to the detective.

Heizou was a mess right now. He was flailing around, curling his legs up only for them to be kicked out again, repeatedly switching between arching and curling his spine, and trying to do anything he can to escape the tickles, except actually push her or just tell her to stop.

"You know, if you're so ticklish here, it's not the best idea to go wearing a shirt with it exposed, Mr Detective."

"Y-YOHOUHURE ONE TO TAHAHALK!" He managed to get out, only poking fun at her even further.

Yanfei stopped to think for a moment. Not stopped her attack, just her thought process. He did make another point... She was ticklish too, and she wasn't gonna act like she wasn't. Her worst spot is quite literally her tummy, which is basically always exposed. But then again, she's not as deathly ticklish as Heizou, and it's not like he could do much in his circumstance.

"Oh no, YOURE one to talk. Sure, I'm ticklish too, I'll admit that. But you, you're just asking for it arent you?" She said, causing him to wince between his loud cackles.

Because she was completely right.

Deciding he's had enough of this spot, Yanfei stopped her hands but kept them just where they are, giving him a break, but still giving him an anticipation attack as well.

"Well? Ready yet?"

"N...Never!" He said stubbornly. He was a little weakened from the tickling, but knew he could go for more.

"I thought so." Yanfei said with that tone, only lightly tracing his sides now.

"Well what do you think, Detective? Up..." she trailed towards his underarms, causing him to squeeze his arms tight to his torso in an attempt to protect that spot.

"Or should we go down?" And she trailed her fingers back down to his tummy area/hips.

"T-thahats just cruel..."

"Well? I'm waiting."

"..."

"Don't make me choose now."

"Alright alrihight! Fine...umm..."

"Too late."

"HEY-!"

Yanfei decided to go down this time, knowing that Heizou's underarms are his worst spot. She didn't want to go for the kill just yet.

"Yanfehehei come onnn!"

"Oh, you wanted up?"

"NONO-No, no, I-I don't..."

"So you did want down."

"No-I...UGH, man alihihive..."

Yanfei just grinned at his cornered state, as she picked up the pace and scribbled over his stomach.

"You're so mehehehean!!" Heizou whined yet again, curling up as much as he could. His stomach wasn't his worst spot, but it was definitely enough to get him giggling, especially with the protective fabric covering him. Until...

"You know, I bet I could just-"

And Yanfei just slipped her hands im his shirt from the sides, as easy as can be.

"NOOOHOHO! Yahahahnfehehehiiii! Ihihits so bahahahad!"

"Do you want me to stop?" She asked, not so much in a teasing manner anymore, but as a genuine question in case he would be tiring out now.

Heizou thought for a few seconds, on one hand, he wanted to say "yes", this was pure torture! On the other hand...he didn't exactly want it to stop. This is kind of what he'd been secretly hoping for this entire time, but he can't tell her that! He trusts her and everything, enough to tell him more about his past and a bit about the friend he used to have...but not this! Definitely not this!

Thankfully, Yanfei asked a follow up question so he didn't have to answer the first one.

"Oh, why did I have you here again?"

"W-well, I've got a bit of an intuition you want me to share, but I don't th-"

"Ah, right. So? Gonna talk now?"

"..."

"Hmm?"

"I told you...over my dead body..." He said, giving her his most "I dare you" grin yet.

That sealed his fate.

"Well, I warned you..." She said, her teasing tone back as she began to slowwwly trail her fingers back up his sides..."

"...Wait, No-"

"..."

"Yanfei, come on now...."

"..."

He squeezed his arms tighter to his torso again in an effort to protect his worst spot once again.

"You wouldn't..."

Closer...

"You wouldn't!"

Closerrrr...

"Y-yanfei, don't you dare!"

Almosttttt...

And then she stopped.

Right there.

So close.

But didn't move her hands

"GAH! Oh my godddd YANFEI!! How could you! At least move it!! Pleaseeee!!!" He whined for the last time.

"Over your dead body, huh?"

"Yanfei no-d-don't you dAHAHAHARE!"

And the famed detective of the tenryou (however you spell) commission squealed his heart out the moment his attacker's fingertips touched down on the extremely sensitive area, being thrown into hysterics.

"EHAHAHAHA-IHIHI CAHAHNT BELIEHEHIHIVE YOUHUHUHU!" Laughed the poor boy, once again being thrown into both a flailing state and a curling state.

Yanfei knew that he wouldn't be able to go on for much longer, because as much energy as this guy has, again he can only take so much. So after a short while, she finally stopped, leaving him breathless on the ground."

"Hah...whew..." Heizou rolled over on his side.

"Over your dead body? How bout now, detective?" She said, with a smile on her face again.

"Ughhhh, fineeeee...My intuition said that...um...that crate over there might have something important to it..." He said. This wasn't his intuition, it was just an observation he made a while earlier, before provoking Yanfei into killing him.

"And you really thought that wouldn't be of any use? The things full of noctilucous jade! The treasure hoarders really forgot to take a crate..." Said Yanfei, shaking her head at both Heizou and the Treasure Hoarders they were pursuing.

"It took your "superb intuition" to make that discovery, huh? You could have just like...looked there."

Yeah, he cannot tell her about this little secret.

"...Hey Heizou, are you okay? I didn't go too far, right?"

"No, no, I'm good, don't worry."

She just smiled at that.

"I know."

"Hm?"

"It doesn't take a detective to figure it out, Heizou." She said with a smirk.

Oh fuck.

"Figure what out? That they were smuggling Jade? That they got a little stupid with it?" He said, figuring if he acted like this was about the case it would direct her attention elsewhere.

"That you were totally asking for it."

"..."

fuuuck

"That wasn't even about the case, was it? My guess is you just got bored and wanted to act like a little brat, but then when I actually started to tickle you, you were all "noooo yanfeiiii" but don't think I didn't notice that you hadn't said "stop" once, cause you know if you did I would have."

fuuuuuuuuuuck

"Well, there's always the possibility I just don't think of it..." He made up an excuse. A poor one, at that.

"We both know that doesn't happen. And that's not even the only thing, I heard you wince when I said you were asking for it, and You didn't even answer when I asked if you wanted me to stop. And~..."

"Alright, alright! I get it..."

Yanfei just giggled at his defeated state.

"Don't worry about it though, I'm not judging you. But also, do you think we should start following the footprints? Cause we uh...do still have a case to solve-"

"Oh, right! Yeah, that was a time waster, sorry bout that." Said Heizou, choosing not to actually confirm the fact and just accept and try to ignore it.

"Eh, well, I wouldn't say it was a complete waste of time. I did uncover the fact that you like being t-"

"I get it!"

"Hehe..."

Yanfei began scanning the ground for the footprints, standing by the lake for any that would have sunk in the banks.

"Oh, hey, look here." Heizou motioned, pointing his finger in the water at something.

"Wha-HEY!"

Yanfei was cut off, for she fell for his extra little trick and got a few droplets of lake water flicked to her face.

"You little..." She looked at him, her face slightly red. Not from anger, just from being flustered. This guy really just got destroyed within an inch of his life, and he's back to being a little shit already?

"Come on, focus!"

"Hehehe~" Laughed Heizou, his usual "innocent" grin back.

Yanfei stood up and sighed, now beginning to follow the tracks of the footprints.

"...When we're done with this case, you are SO going to get it."

"I'd like to see you try, Miss Advisor."

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Notes: OH MY FUCKIGN GOD I MISSED WRITING FICS

I'm so sorry if it's cringe or terrible characterization or anything because most of this was written at 1 in the morning

And this is just incredibly self indulgent

But yea this is my first Genshin fic technically (Windtrace Hcs don't count) so I do hope you enjoy!

And special thanks to @tartartartarsauce and @rattypattyy for greatly enabling me, even if indirectly

#genshin impact #genshin tickle #yanfei #heizou #shikanoin heizou #lee!heizou #ler!yanfei #AAAAADHHEVBRJE #ok but now that I think about it Yanfei and Heizou remind me of me and my best friend irl #I love them #Yanfei's super easy to write #and Heizou is just Heizou #I may have written him a little too much like Kokichi Ouma but cut me some slack I WAS TIRED

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sailortongue · 1 year

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The ball on my lip piercing came off and now I’m pissed and upset and my lip hurts😭 I’m very over dramatic when it comes to my piercings. How do you think Eddie would react to his gf over reacting about one of her piercings coming out

i'm sorry to hear that! new piercings hurt way too much to be dealing with that. did you get it fixed?? i have a helix piercing and i would've lost my shit if the ball came off during the healing process. having the opposite problem now. had it for over a year and i can't get the ball off to change the jewelry 🫠

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he'd help you look for it like the caring bf he is

feel like he'd try to crack jokes to lighten your mood

im bad at headcanons so here's a oneshot :)

“Where the fuck is it?!”

“Yn, sweetheart, calm down. It’s around here somewhere,” said Eddie placatingly.

You were somewhere between panic and hysterics. You’d just gotten a new piercing, which meant it was still sore as hell. You knew you had it in when you got back to the trailer, but now the ball keeping it in had come off. You were tearing apart Eddie’s room trying to find it, leaving his room looking like a tornado went through it.

Eddie meant well, but his words almost made it worse. You knew it had to be in the trailer somewhere, which is what made it so aggravating that you couldn't find it. “Yn,” said Eddie again, coming up behind you and rubbing your shoulders, trying to calm you down. “Look, if we don’t find it, then I’ll take you back to the piercer. I’m sure we could get a replacement.”

You nodded approvingly. “Ok. If we don’t find it in the next hour, then let's go. I don't want the jewelry to fall out and the piercing to close.”

He chuckled. You were still pouting, but significantly less upset than you had been a few minutes ago. He joined you in your search, shaking out blankets and sweeping a flashlight under furniture. So far, all that was found was guitar picks he thought he’d lost months ago, some dirty socks, and a whole lot of dust. Before you knew it, an hour had gone by and still nothing. You threw your hands up and huffed.

“Looks like we’ll be going to the piercer then, huh?”

“Yeah,” you sighed, dejected that you hadn’t found it. You should’ve just gone to the piercer as soon as you realized the ball was missing. It would’ve saved both you and Eddie a lot of trouble. Pride was the problem. You hadn’t had it for very long and had already messed it up. It wasn’t truly your fault, but it felt like it.

“Alright, you get ready while I go put my shoes on.”

He left the room, giving you privacy to change into something more appropriate than your night clothes. You changed carefully, not wanting to snag the jewelry. How something so small could cause so much pain was beyond you. Didn’t stop you from wanting more though.

You were dressed by the time Eddie came back in. “Ready?” he asked. You nodded and he led you to the front door, stopping momentarily.

“What is it?”

“Think there’s a rock in my shoe. One sec.” He lifted his foot up and angled it to inspect the bottom. And there it was, nestled in the grooves of his sneaker. It wasn't a rock at all; it was the ball for your piercing. He must’ve stepped on it at some point without realizing.

“Hey, look at that!” cheered Eddie excitedly, quickly picking it from the grooves. “I found it!”

You smiled at his unbridled enthusiasm. “Guess we don't have to go to the piercer anymore,” he said.

The smile dropped from your face and you looked at him as if he’d grown a second head. “No way in hell am I putting that back on. That’s just asking for an infection.”

“We can just rinse it real quick,” he said, walking over to the sink and holding the ball under the running water. Satisfied, he shut the water off and held the ball up for you to see. “There. Good as new.” You said nothing, just shook your head with a grin and walked out the door to the van. You heard Eddie groan behind you, as well as the jingling of his keys being picked up from the kitchen counter and his heavy footsteps as he followed you out the door.

#eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #eddie munson #stranger things x reader

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jedimordsith · 2 years

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Long excerpt from an AU I might write someday where Leia and Mara met briefly at the fancy girls’ school Leia attended before Palps pulls her out, burns her alias, and leaves Leia thinking her new friend died... only to meet her again during TTT and instantly adopt her again (much to Luke’s delight and Mara’s confusion).

“Skywalker.” Mara stopped abruptly two steps out of the ‘fresher doorway. She was wrapped in a towel, her hair twisted up messily atop her head, dark circles under her eyes.

“I didn’t mean to intrude,” Luke apologized, slanting his gaze away. “I heard Lando got called away and thought I’d cover the rest of his shift. I didn’t realize you were —”

“It’s fine.” Mara headed toward the bed where a few pieces of clothing lay folded. “You don’t have to be chivalrous,” she added wearily as he turned away to give her privacy. “I’m sure Leia told you I’m not exactly virgin goods.”

Luke’s jaw clenched. His sister hadn’t gone into detail about the time Mara had spent at the fancy school they’d attended together, but Luke hadn’t had any trouble reading between the lines.

“The things the Emperor let other people do to you aren’t your fault.”

Mara gave a bitter laugh that ended in a hiss as a streak of pain shot through the Force.

Luke was turning before he thought about it and caught a generous glimpse of creamy skin before Mara folded over. She’d gotten a pair of loose pants on and her arms bracing her against the end of the bed hid her breasts from view, but it didn’t matter because by then Luke’s whole attention was riveted on her back.

“That’s not a single blaster bolt.” He was across the room in seconds.

“Thrawn’s tipster must have told them I was dangerous.” Mara snorted then winced, drawing in a long slow breath against the pain. “Palace Sec wanted to make sure I went down.”

Luke let his fingers hover over the charred edges of the wound. He could still feel heat radiating off the blistered skin. “This needs to be bandaged, Mara. It needs bacta.”

“It’ll scar,” she said dismissively. “But I’ve had worse.”

Luke’s jaw set and he side-stepped, one hand going to her arm, the other to her hip. “Get on the bed,” he ordered.

Mara’s sense wobbled and his stomach turned. A murky wash of her shame flowed over him as he helped her crawl forward and eased her onto her stomach.

“I’m going to get a med kit,” he said, forcing his voice to stay even despite the rage coiling in his gut. He brushed his fingers over her shoulder and watched her eyes squeeze shut. “Can you have somaprin?”

Revulsion spiked in the Force.

“No.” She didn’t elaborate. “I can’t sleep. Not here.”

“You have to,” Luke countered. He stroked her hair, unable to stop himself, his heart twisting for all the pain and fear she’d had stuffed into her relatively short life so far. “You need to heal. Tell me what you can have and I’ll stay with you.”

She faltered, the offer obviously unexpected. “You shouldn’t…”

“Do you know how upset Leia was when she thought you died?” Luke asked quietly, crouching beside her. “Do you have any idea how furious we both are that you saved her babies and got shot for your trouble? We’re done letting things happen to you, Mara. So please, tell me what you can have.”

“They won’t give you any,” she objected, her eyes opening to meet his.

Luke could feel the push-and-pull inside her as she offered up dangerous information, putting herself even more completely in his hands.

“Conergin’s the only thing that works.” Her voice was thick, a thread of panic she couldn’t quite suppress running along her sense. “But it’s restricted.”

Luke’s heart cracked at her trust. “Han’s got some on the Falcon,” he told her, his hand finding hers and giving it a squeeze. “Benefits of traveling with a Wookie,” he added, giving her a lopsided smile. “Lots of things regulated for humans are casual use for them.”

Rising, he grabbed a blanket and draped it over her legs and lower back.

“Stay here. I’ll be right back, okay?”

Pausing, he pulled his light saber off his belt and set it on the bed beside her. The guards didn’t know that she knew how to use it, so they hadn’t objected to him wearing into her room. He could guess how much it cost her to be like this — half naked, alone in the Palace where she’d grown up, injured and exhausted. He couldn’t leave her without protection, not even for the short time it would take him to get what he needed.

Leaning down, he caught Mara’s hard and rested it atop the hilt. “If anyone but me tries to come in, don’t hesitate.” Dropping a kiss on her fingers, he straightened and strode out.

#sunday six #six sentence sunday #Luke Skywalker #Mara Jade #luke/mara #Leia Organa Solo #hurt/comfort

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chouchinobake · 2 years

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Ten characters, ten fandoms, ten tags

i've been tagged by @b-lizi, thank you dear x) sooo *cracks knuckles*

Nico di Angelo, 『Percy Jackson series』 : this character is one of the most interesting in the whole riordanverse, and my fav obviously. he's been through so much, and alone, he faced death, horror, time, his own feelings, the way he's been educated, loneliness, literal hell, and still he's fighting and stays a sarcastic badass bitch with an enormous heart. love my emo boy <3

Grell Sutcliff, 『Kuroshitsuji』 : my supreme goddess *^* no seriously this woman is my big crush of the series (with Gregory Violet, sweet baby), and i wish we get to know her backstory soon because yana you can't drop an information like that and not developing it, you c a n ' t. i really like the way she just lives her life the way she wants and doesn't give a shit about what others can say about her. she's so strong, and completely insane, and funny, and a sweet dumbass, and passionate, and i love her sm dnfkfksfn

Shougo Makishima, 『Psycho Pass』 : as an antagonist, he's to me the best. one. ever. i mean, his motivations to do what he did were just so valid?? he did use the wrong methods, but he was so right, he even realized what was wrong in this society before the main characters did, and he's the one that enabled them to open their eyes and really think about how dystopic their system is. many would compare him to light yagami but i do not agree. he sticked to his convictions from the beginning to the end, know : "i want people to be able to think by themselves and make their own choices, may them be bad or good". what a king

Double Trouble, 『She-Ra』 : my absolute crush of the series. they're so chaotic, so sassy, so dramatic, that's everything i want, that's everything i need. AND ofc they're the first enby rep i saw in a piece of media x) if they were to order me to join the dark side i totally would lmao i'm a chaotic evil for them

Irene Adler/James Bond, 『Yuukoku no Moriarty』 : she's THE love at first sight of these last years. i didn't have any crush in ynm, and i thought it was strange because they're all so good(-looking lol). and then i understood my heart was only ready for her, call me a silly romantic person but arghkgkfl she's incredible. her convictions are beautiful and she uses her status to break the law in order to piss the nobility off and destroy a society she thinks is rotten to the core. thinks outside the box, doesn't give a darn about people's judgment, assumes her choices, doesn't let people walk all over her. she's perfect

Jung Myeong-Seok, 『Extraordinary Attorney Woo』 : okay i haven't even finished the series yet, i have two episodes left tbh, but i couldn't not mention him. he's kinda different from the type of characters i like, but i recently realized i liked characters like him : strict, serious and professional, but who actually are big softies with a golden heart and who care for others. he completely got me the sec he smiled, i'm so weak omg. (andhessogoodlookingimlosingit)

Haruka Hashida, 『Blue Period』 : my tastes in side characters being so high in this list i just realized. anyway. this man is so weird and yet so down-to-earth and logical it's almost weirder. his thoughts about art, painting and likes and dislikes are just so true, he manages to bring the readers to really think and reconsider their perspective. he's also the one that helps the most the mc re-think about his own art and kinda frees him from his prejudices and the limits he imposes to himself. supportive character/20

Pina, 『Beastars』 : mamma mia is anyone surprised by this ? he's the kind of sassy bad bitch i love and manages to hide his big heart and actual care for his friends behind a sarcastic and self-absorbed attitude. he's so goddamn funny, pretty (in an animal beauty scale) and just brings the peps and light atmosphere the series needs since it gets darker and darker

Esmeralda, 『The Hunchback of Notre-Dame』 : i'll only be talking about the disney movie here because i haven't read the novel yet (gonna do it soon, victor hugo is a god). she's my favorite disney character tbh, for a lot of reasons. she's to me the most altruistic, just, kind-hearted and lovable character of all. she has every right to hate religion since the whole world hates her for "religion said so". she has every right to ask for something for herself since she's always had to fight in order to just survive. instead, she asks to a god (that she's been told hates her) love and justice for those who live without, reminding that everybody is a child of god and has the right to be loved, and doesn't ask for anything for herself. she plays with laws, she helps others and she fights for justice with joy, passion and insolence

Ryuunosuke Akutagawa, 『Bungou Stray Dogs』 : i really hesitated between him and chuuya, but i think i have more things to say about aku. i didn't like him at first, but i progressively understood him and had affection for him, he's my son now. his psychology is very interesting, especially when linked to his past and the original author's life. he's a really sad character, but also kinda funny, touching and such a stubborn brat omg. his evolution his the best and i look forward to see what he'll become (and i prey so he can actually have a chance to become something fjfkxks guys i'm so scared rn)

i talked sm lmao, never ask me about my fav characters i'll give you 500-page essays. i don't think i can tag many people, so it won't be "10 tags" sorry sorry. soooo i tag @gradually-watermel0n @shimy-deko @mariaoz @orphabirds @the-bloody-sadist + anyone who wants, have fun x)

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lilgoblinbitch · 18 days

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It’s Just a Plant 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

daryl dixon x fem!reader

anon #1: "would you write a daryl x reader where she’s affected by a sex pollen situation but he isnt?? and shes being really needy and almost throwing herself at him and then he realizes whats going on bc of his knowledge of plants and stuff and offers to take care of her?? no established relationship but unspoken feelings on both sides for sure"

anon #2: "omg omg i just followed u and i love you already (hi????)i like the way you write and i’m aggressively politely begging you to write more about daryl being feral and desperate for reader 😛"

a/n: okay okay, first i wanna say tysm to anon #2 for the follow and the kind words ♡, and also that i decided to be creative and combine these two requests together because they worked well. instead of reader being affected by the sex pollen though, daryl is. also this is my first time writing anything about sex pollen so uh, no idea how good it is but regardless, hope you enjoy!

Summary: daryl gets affected by sex pollen, and you are the solution to the side effects he suffers from.

warnings: smut 18+, tit sucking, PinV unprotected sex, mentions of pregnancy chance (daryl cums in reader), rough daryl!!!, multiple orgasms (both f and m), basically daryl manhandling reader

wc: 2k

“‘M gon’ need ta borrow ya for a sec,” Daryl grumbled while practically dragging you out of the house.

Deanna had invited your group to join her ‘welcoming celebration’ or whatever she called it, and you thought it would be best to try and make a decent enough impression if you guys were really going to stay there for good. That night you threw on a flowy blue dress that reached just above your knees; you had borrowed it from one of the Alexandrians who seemed to have a whole boutique at her house.

“Daryl! Let go of me!” His grip on your arm was restraining you, and he was still dragging you through the door, past a few people giving you two bewildered glances, and down the steps that led up to Deanna’s house. You yanked your arm back as hard as you could, finally freeing yourself from Daryl’s demanding grasp. He spun around and you gasped, clutching his face in your hands.

“Dar’! What the hell is wrong with you?!”

His heavy hands landed on your shoulders, hair flipping about his face as he scanned the area around the both of you. No one else was outside. “You’re freaking me the fuck out. What’s going on?”

The frantic man in front of you steadied his breathing and looked at you. His eyes were glazed over. “Sum’s gon’ on with me. Yer the only one that can help.” His voice was low, scratchy, like he was on the road for a while with no sleep or water in his system. He was restless, eyes slightly bloodshot.

You scrutinized him. “Are you high?”

He scoffed. “Nah. Sum’n worse,” he huffed harshly, breath lifting light strands of hair out of his eyes. “Listen, I was in the woods huntin’, and I think I stepped in some toxic plant.”

“Poison ivy? Thought you knew your plants.”

Daryl gave you a disappointed look. “S’dark outside, how am I s’posed ta get a good look?”

You didn’t appreciate his attitude. “Alright, alright. Well did you get hurt? Do you have a rash?” You bring your hand up to his forehead, “You’re not feverish. Here, come with me–”

The archer snatched your hand before you could lead him away. “‘M not hurt. It’s hard ta explain, but it’s uncomfortable.” You noticed the way his pants were suddenly looking tight in a certain region. You snarl, “if this is just an excuse to get in my fucking pants and then leave me again–”

“It’s not, I promise. Please, I…” his voice cracked, instancy laced in his tone, “I need ya.”

You shuddered under his touch. You were attracted to Daryl, but he never treated you like a lover, only someone he could use to release his steam — almost every week. Now it seemed…different, like he was under a magical trance. You’d never seen him like this, and it concerned you deeply.

“Come with me, to my place, okay?” Your soft, reassuring voice soothed Daryl for the moment. You took his hand and led him to your house down the road, out of the lively atmosphere from the party and into a more secluded one.

As soon as the door was closed and locked, Daryl had you pinned against the wall, his hands starting to roam your body and grabbing fistfuls of your thin dress. “Daryl!” You squeaked, at a loss for words. He was never this urgent with you.

“Sorry, but I think I know what’s wrong with me now.” You shivered from the way his large hands tousled through your hair, pulling gently at the roots. The look you gave him was one of apprehension and puzzlement, although he didn’t heed your concern. His body was on fire now, heart pounding like a sledgehammer. You did nothing to help him, just stood there, back against the wall, unsure of what to do. You were like a rabbit cornered by a wolf.

Daryl’s rock hard crotch pressed against your own — it felt so hard that you wouldn’t have been surprised if he replaced his own dick with a brick. His warmth radiated onto you, making you feel woozy; no proper thoughts could form in your clouded mind. It felt involuntary the way your shaky hand reached down to rub against his bulging crotch. Your brain was on autopilot.

“Fuck…” Daryl grabbed your neck, squeezing lightly. “Don’cha dare tease me righ’ now.” You gulped, eyes batting rapidly. His face was beet red, like he stuck his head in a sauna for too long. “I need–need ta fuck yer cunt,” he heaved, pressing his body against yours. “It’s–”

He was shaking. You furrowed your brows in suspicion. “Daryl?”

No words left his panting mouth. Only grunts came from him when he swiftly lifted you up with his solid arms and threw you onto the couch. Your dress rode up your thighs, and the sight of your dampened panties made him impossibly harder. Without hesitation Daryl met you on the couch, hovering over you. The straps of your dress were loosely hanging off your shoulders, but not for long as he managed to literally rip your dress off.

“Dixon! That wasn’t my dress, what the fu–”

“Shut up.” His lips met yours while he kneaded your bare tits, embracing your nipples that were hardening under his touch. You both moaned into each other’s mouths, tongues battling. Daryl was never usually this aggressive with you, but you knew it had to be for some type of reason, maybe. He wasn’t feeling well, maybe had a rough day, and decided to come up with some bullshit excuse about a ‘toxic plant’ just to get in your pants again. Didn’t matter, though. He needed you and therefore you needed him — that was how it always worked.

Daryl’s hands wasted no time in clutching the hem of your panties, hastily sliding them off. Next was his own clothes, which you had to help him with because of how rushed he was. You were always so easily wet for him, on any occasion. The man was too beautiful to not have that effect on you.

Again, Daryl wasted no time tonight. Your legs were spread open wide, pussy on full display. He prodded your swollen clit with a digit, working up his speed while sliding his own dick out of his boxers and throwing them across the room carelessly. His eyes were half-lidded, already so fucked out you were almost prepared to feel his seed in you in less than three thrusts. His dick needed absolutely no stroking; your mouth fell agape when you noticed how red and swollen it was. Veins protruded from his thick shaft, and precum was spilling from the tip which dripped down his cock.

One push and he was in. You winced in pain, the walls of your cunt stretching bit by bit as he quickly started to fill you all the way up. When he was all the way in, Daryl began to pound into you. You couldn’t think — the fog in your head so heavy and dense that all you could do was just fall limp into the couch as he fucked you into a trance. His grunts and growls filled your ears while his hips carved into your own with a force that almost felt like it would shatter you.

Daryl relished in the sense of you — the warm hug from your cunt around his uncomfortably hard dick brought him to life. This was what he needed, what his body was fiending for tonight. To you it didn’t make sense why or how he felt this needy to fuck you, but it didn’t matter now because he found his solution.

The sounds you released were pathetic; he was fucking you so well. Harshly, but still passionately, like you were his cure and he was grateful for it. The pleasure canceled out the pain. “D-Dar’...” was all you could let out in between the rough thrusts. His cock was twitching, ready for release. “Oh, f-fuck..” He could barely pull out, thick ropes of cum jutting out all over your pussy.

Daryl was still rock hard, heart palpitating and that goddamn sickness lingering in his veins. You were on the verge of reaching your own orgasm before he pulled out, however that thought had left your mind momentarily. You sat up, eyes flicking back and forth between his throbbing, dripping cock to the grimace planted on his face. The poor man was trembling. You didn’t know what you should do…

“I said before, that I think I know what’s wrong with me…” he started, fingers grazing his cock head. He whimpered from the slight contact, and you sat back with your elbows propping you up, arousal reaching your heat again. “‘S’the effects of a damn plant, had the same experience long ago so I know, and–” He plunged back into you, taking you off guard. “Need ta keep goin’.”

You felt full again, Daryl’s thick length stretching your drenched walls once more. Instinctively you wrapped your legs tight around his waist, savoring the way he filled you up so well. A…plant? How could a plant make him this…unnaturally carnal? Either way, your body wasn’t complaining — felt too damn good.

Dixon’s rushed thrusts were becoming sloppy, and you could tell his body was exhausted from being so overworked. He needed a quick break, and you had an idea.

“Daryl, sit back — I know what I can do to help.” Reluctantly he did so, hands never leaving the plushness of your hips. You climbed onto his lap and sank down onto his stiff member. Both your faces contorted with pleasure. You waited until his eyes found yours, and you started moving.

Your hips rocked steadily into his, but the movement wasn’t quick enough — his body demanded more. So he used his upper body strength to bounce you up and down on his cock, his bulging biceps wrapping around your waist and hugging your body into his. Your walls clenched and choked his shaft, wetness leaking from your hole as he relentlessly pounded into you from underneath. You did not stop rocking your hips, ensuring Daryl wasn’t doing most of the work.

With each kiss to your cervix was a welcoming smack to your clit against his pubic bone. Pleasure erupted you and you came undone around his cock, your walls pulsing rhythmically around him. Your strained moans filled the air. “Ohh, Dar’!” You screamed out. Daryl’s lips latched onto one of your hardened nipples, sucking harshly and moving onto the next one, the motion of his hips driving into yours never ceasing. He only slowed his pace to kiss you gently on your lips, and you melted into him while continuing to ride out your current orgasm, welcoming several more.

You trusted Daryl, which was why you let him fuck you into the couch with your head pushed into the cushion. He never fucked you in this position, but you loved it because it was him doing it — no one else. You arched your back, ass pushing further into his crotch while he rutted his hips into yours, dick hitting your g-spot every time. Another climax was forming, and he felt his own on its way as well.

“S’good f’me. Knew you–” a grunt erupted from him as his hips smacked against your ass, “Knew ya were gon’ let me do what I want to ya. Always do.”

If you weren’t too busy getting fucked by the archer you would’ve came up with a clever quip, because that’s what you usually did to hide the fact that you really liked him, and he was absolutely right. If it were anybody else in the same boat as Daryl, you’d walk away easily.

Daryl came inside you, twice. It seemed unpreventable in his case, but you still knew you were going to need to ask Denise for some plan-B, if there was any left. “S’too fuckin’ good, mmph!”

You were gone, in the clouds. You needed to be grounded, to be brought back into reality, but Daryl was fucking you into the night and probably would be for a couple hours judging by how he was still plunging into you fervently.

This was going to be a long night, and you weren’t sure how you were going to be able to walk in the morning.

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cataboliac · 2 years

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Midnight Relief

fromis_9′s Jiwon

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Meiosis is the formation of egg and sperm cells. In sexually reproducing organisms, body cells are diploid, meaning they contain two sets of chromosomes (one set from each parent). During meiosis, diploid cells undergo DNA replication, followed by two rounds of cell division, producing four haploid sex cells—

*THUD*

Your skull makes an emphatic thud onto your desk. After cramming that utter hell of that biochemistry paper, your brain is utterly burnt out—low on willpower to concentrate. It would be more tolerable if it was actual human reproduction you were writing about, however the theory of cell sex was anything but stimulating for the imagination.

The fine text on your laptop blurs; it looks more Greek to you. You hope paraphrasing most of what you copied and pasted will hold up. Your head throbs after your fourth coffee of the night in just one hour. Glancing over to your table clock, it’s already midnight. Streaks of moonlight penetrate through the blinds to help illuminate the dim living room.

“Urgh, please, just five more minutes. Anything, any distraction just for some rest, please!” you beg to the empty void of your living room.

The doorknob to your apartment promptly rattles, clicking several times. Your tired and over-caffeinated mind enters into overdrive. After watching countless slasher films before, you know what's about to happen; an intruder is about to break into the apartment. Your hand hovers over to your aluminum bat by the leg of your desk. You standby to see if the intruder barges in.

After a few tense moments, the rattling stops. The door is drummed with four knocks to a familiar beat. A wave of relief washes over, recognizing the signature callsign. You must be incredibly exhausted if you thought a home invasion was happening. Jiwon’s finally back. But she’s been coming home very late recently; you're usually asleep when she returns.

What's gotten into her lately?

“Just a sec!” You rush to open some lights before heading to the front door. As it swings open, your mouth slightly droops in awe. A rich, citrusy fragrance infiltrates your nostrils as you take in the sight of your would-be interloper.

Dainty, like the dimples on her face; modest, much like the moles that speckled her nose and left eyelid; angelic, as her voice when she hums her melodic tunes—these are words that best describe Park Jiwon.

But tonight gone is the oversized hoodie and baggy joggers that wrapped around Jiwon's body like a cocoon, her metamorphosis in the form of a stylish silk pantsuit. Her outfit hugs tightly onto her bust and hips, womanly curves you didn't expect. Your eyes wander aimlessly between her alluring neckline to her toned midriff. You finally settle for that bashful smile that sends not only butterflies to your stomach but possibly the whole damn zoo. It doesn't help that she removes her suit, showing off more of her porcelain skin.

“Oppa, I’m so sorry. Did I disturb you? I mixed up my keys,” she says, her voice snapping you back to reality. She’s usually more responsible than this, something really is amiss.

“No, not really. Just come inside, let me grab your coat.”

“Thanks Oppa, I’m glad you’re awake.” As she enters, you watch as her backside swings like a pendulum, hypnotizing you into another trance. You facepalm yourself from daydreaming, realizing you are staring again. After securing the front door and hanging up her suit in the coat drawer, you follow her to the small kitchen.

Jiwon opens the fridge to grab a bottle of water, cracking it open and sipping its contents. Some drops of water trickle down her neck, reach her chest, and enter the seams of her crop top. Why is everything she’s doing tonight look so sexy? You try to formulate a quick question to distract yourself from any more thoughts.

"Have you finished the paperwork for tomorrow?"

Jiwon’s eyes go wide as she gulps the last of her water. “Shit, that was tomorrow? I’m not even halfway done.” The panic is evident in her voice.

It’s alarming how Jiwon’s been out of character lately. She’d be the first to finish homework or even remind you of deadlines. You don’t want to pry, but you also want to help with whatever’s going on with her. “Look, I just finished mine. You can copy from me again.”

"It's okay this is my responsi—"

“Jiwon, please do. It’s for all those times you’ve taken care of me. I don’t mind if it’s you anyways.”

You curse your wording sometimes. You feel yourself heating up, not meaning to say it like that. But you would really do anything. Jiwon already does the little things around the apartment—from taking out the trash to writing little notes on the breakfast she cooks for you every morning. You’ve been crushing on Jiwon since moving in with her, and tonight everything seems to be testing you.

Jiwon’s cheeks redden as she tucks her hair behind her ears. She scrunches her face, pondering your offer. You take a second chance to be a bit straightforward.

“But can you be honest with me? What’s with the clothes and the late nights out?”

She pouts to your question, her fingers tapping onto the fridge door. Jiwon then reaches inside for a soju bottle, sliding it towards you. “I think I’ll be needing this.”

The bottle lands into your palm. You raise your eyebrow at her choice of beverage.

“Never took you for a drinker, especially on a school night.”

“Not usually, but I think we both need this to unwind.”

You couldn’t agree more. The two of you each grab a glass from the sink and move towards the couch. Sitting down, you twist open the soju bottle and pour shots for you and Jiwon.

“Cheers,” you both exclaim as you down your shots. The sweet, fruity, strawberry taste smoothly runs down your throat. It eliminates any trace of bitter coffee. The alcohol hidden behind the sweetness sends a tingle down your spine

“So what’s this about, Jiwon?” You turn to face her. She fiddles with her glass, her mouth opening a couple of times but nothing comes out.

Your thoughts branch out to numerous possibilities on what she confesses. What would explain the attire, her perfume, and her recent midnight escapades? There’s no use in assuming anyways, so you patiently wait for her to answer.

“I got a side job as a live singer at a nearby bar,” she finally confesses.

It’s your eyes that go wide this time. It’s still surprising, and at least nothing too scandalous. “Wow, how’d you land that?”

“Do you know Yeri? The pretty girl in social sciences?” You vaguely remember someone of her description, so all you can do is nod.

“She works there as a bartender. She recommended me to their manager.”

“That’s pretty amazing! But is it safe there?”

“Depends on the day. They have a ring that doubles as a stage. But sometimes they have boxing matches. That’s when it gets rowdy. It doesn’t help that I sometimes have to wear something like… this.”

She points to her outfit, evoking more suggestive thoughts in your mind. You try not to fixate too much on Jiwon's form, but she must have noticed because a pillow smacks onto your face.

“Perv,” she teases, as if reading your mind. But contrary to her words she angles her body towards you. You both chuckle, the tense atmosphere around the room dissipating.

She continues. “The manager is really nice though. And the pay is pretty good.”

“Why’d you take it?” you ask, this might be the biggest question. Jiwon’s on a scholarship just like you, no need for the extra money.

She sighs. “Just don’t tell anyone about this yet, okay? I just wanted to see what it would be like if I really pursued singing. How life would be different and all.”

You understand that feeling. You’ve wondered what it would be like if you picked football instead of biochemistry. But here you are, having fun and surviving to say the least. Maybe it wasn't a bad choice.

“Yeah, I get you. I promise I won’t tell anyone. Do you like it though?”

Jiwon taps her lips with her finger. “For now, maybe. It beats looking at a screen all day. But I wouldn’t like going home this late for the rest of my life.”

“If you’re planning to keep that job, I can stay up late too. I can wait for you.”

Jiwon pours another round, immediately downing her shot. She leans back into the couch, her face starting to get flushed. You can’t tell if she’s blushing from what you said, or from the soju, but she smiles at your offer.

“That’s sweet of you, Oppa. Don’t worry, after tonight I’ll only go when I have to.”

“Trust me, it’s the least I can do for you.”

After downing your second shot, it occurs that you have never fully seen her perform. You would catch her humming a couple times, but all of your friends rave about how she can belt even the highest of notes. “So what did you sing tonight?”

“Oh, it was just one song.”

“Can you sing a bit of it now?”

She laughs at your sudden request. “Really? Right now?”

“Pretty please?” You give your cutest voice, smoldering all the cuteness you can muster into your being. Only to get another pillow colliding onto your face, Jiwon trying hard not to die of laughter.

“Only because you’re such a dork.”

Jiwon stands up and takes a quick swig from the bottle. Bringing out her phone, she takes a moment before tapping on it multiple times. A familiar guitar riff resonates from her phone, and you recognize the song: Dangerous Woman by Ariana Grande.

Swaying her hips sensually, she takes center stage in front of you. Your eyes follow her like a spotlight, and Jiwon basks under the limelight of your gaze. She starts to belt out high notes, and the hair on your skin rises.

Don't need permission

Made my decision, to test my limits

'Cause it's my business, God as my witness

Start what I finished

Her voice is powerful, harmonizing perfectly with Ariana’s. You feel every raw note strike perfectly against your eardrums. It feels like she owns the song—the way she swings side-to-side, caresses herself with one hand, and adds her own melody.

Don't need no hold up

Taking control of, this kind of moment

I'm locked and loaded

Completely focused, my mind is open

Her steely eyes bore into yours. Jiwon points to you as she bites her lip seductively. An unusual mix of nerves and excitement swirls inside of your stomach. You feel like a deer caught in headlights. She slowly walks towards you, placing one foot after the other like a runway model. It takes every amount of discipline not to immediately grab her.

All that you got

Skin to skin, oh my God

Her hands reach out for your shoulders, as she climbs slowly onto your lap. Your arms wrap instinctively around her waist, feeling her velvety skin for the first time. As she straddles you completely, she bends closer to your ear.

Don't you stop, boy

You shiver as she whispers the last line, her breath tickling your ear. Jiwon hovers over your face, licking her lips. You’ve been waiting for this moment with her. The hammering of your heart is almost enough to distract you from focusing. But you look into those cinnamon eyes, and the last lyrics echo in your head.

You’re sure as hell to follow through.

She closes her eyes and leans forward. You follow suit, and your lips are enveloped with a feathery sensation.

Somethin' 'bout you, makes me feel like a dangerous woman

The rest of the song fades into the background as you concentrate on the kiss. Jiwon fully embodies the lyrics. She is dangerous—how her soft lips draw more passion from you, every smack accelerating your heartbeat to the limit; her arms and legs entangled around your body, pulling you deeper into her embrace; the warmth of her body blanketing over yours, her every being flooding your senses to the brim.

Tonight you will be studying Jiwon. Your hands roam around her body like a newly opened book. She mewls into your mouth as you caress her sensitive spots. After a couple minutes, both of you pull away for fresh air, leaning onto each other’s foreheads. The two of you giggle at the sudden moment of passion.

“I’ve been wanting this for so long,” she breathly says.

Hearing those words makes your heart skyrocket. “Me too. We have a lot of catching up to do.” You dive into that slender neck that has been teasing you all night, kissing up and down to find her weak points. She shivers in your arms, craning her neck to give you more access.

“Let’s catch up in your room, please,” she says as she giggles from your kisses.

You halt your ministrations, allowing her to detach from you. She grabs your hand as you follow her towards your door. As soon as you enter your room, she suddenly turns around and captures your lips once more. She surprises you further by jumping onto you, wrapping her legs around your waist as your back thumps onto the door. You catch her thighs, holding her weight.

Jiwon peppers kiss after kiss along your jawline, making it harder for you to navigate through the room. As your calves hit the side of your bed, you fall backwards and catch her on top of her waist. You groan from embarrassment. Jiwon on the other hand smiles at your clumsiness and pecks you on the cheek.

“Sorry, it’s been a while since I’ve done this,” you admit, feeling some nerves to get to you.

“Don’t be, please. I got too excited, and I wasn’t expecting to kiss you tonight. It’s been ages since my last one too.” Her words reassure you immensely. With that in mind, the two of you melt into each other’s embrace, taking the pace down a notch. It takes some minutes before you feel your confidence grow again, allowing your hands to start to explore more.

They eventually end up behind the crop top, fumbling with its zipper. Jiwon smiles against your lips and pulls away. As she leans back, she reaches behind and unzips it, revealing her perky breasts as they jiggled in the open. You remove your shirt before leaning upwards, your mouth finding its way to a stiff bud and sucking lightly on it. Your hand cups the other breast. She whines to your touch, and her voice goes up a couple octaves.

You lift Jiwon to position yourselves by the headboard. Working on removing her pants, it finally peels off her legs to reveal her black lace underwear. You pause for a second, admiring the sight before you. No words can describe how ethereal Jiwon is in this state of undress, unabashed in her most vulnerable form. You try to memorize every contour of her naked body. Only actions can express what you’re feeling.

You start by linking kisses from her stomach down to her inner thighs. As you slide under her and inch closer to her core, she starts to mewl at your teasing. Not wanting to make her wait any longer, you slide her panties to the side as your tongue flicks her clit. She arches her back; Her moans so loud that you’re sure the neighbors could hear you.

Jiwon really is a belter. You continue licking up and down her slit, eliciting different pitches from her. She tries to stifle her moans behind her fist, but her vocals prove too rousing.

“Jiwon, I want to hear you enjoy this.”

You return to lapping her up, trying to spell her name with your tongue. Jiwon starts to moan freely, gripping the headboard tightly. She reaches out for your hand to help distract her from the overwhelming high. Your other arm holds on to her thighs as they squeeze the sides of your head. The lack of oxygen doesn’t deter your actions as you continue to taste her sweetness.

Jiwon’s body starts to shudder above you. Without warning, she explodes from her bliss. Her grip on your hand turns your knuckle white, but you’re more concerned with easing her from her climax. As her hold on you loosens up, you kiss up her body. Still overly stimulated from her peak, she shakes from every contact of your lips. You pass her abdomen, her chest, finally reaching her lips with a kiss.

"It’s hard to believe it’s been so long since your last,” Jiwon says, her voice a bit raspy. Your chest swells with pride from her complement.

“And now it’s your turn.” She pushes you lightly to against the headboard.

You watch as Jiwon crawls downwards to your groin. Positioning herself between your legs, she palms your bulge, and a groan escapes from your throat as she lightly squeezes. She looks up to you before pulling on the hem of your pajamas.

Your rod is released from its confines. Jiwon’s mouth goes agape at your size, her eyes running up and down its length. She grasps it with one hand, slowly pumping you. Jiwon demonstrates her skill with the mic as she increases her speed, while her other hand massages your balls.

“God—it feels great Jiwon.”

You watch as her tongue joins in the fray, first licking your head, her tongue circling and lapping up your pre-cum. Jiwon looks up to you with a wanton gaze that sends even more shockwaves up your spine. She smooches the top of your head before sucking down on it hard. Your breath hitches at the sensation, your stomach flexing from her actions.

Jiwon starts to take more of your length in her mouth. As she increases her speed, you bunch up her hair, holding the sides of her head to assist in her momentum. It gives you a clearer view of the erotic display between your legs as she bobs up and down your cock. Your hips slightly buckle with her every motion.

You feel the familiar tight sensation radiating around your abdomen. Not wanting to finish early, you softly hold up Jiwon's head in place. Taking the hint, when she disconnects a spit trail is left between your rod and her mouth. She returns to pumping you with one hand at a leisurely pace.

“Did I do okay?” she asks timidly.

“I think you almost did too well.”

Jiwon chuckles, shaking her head. She plants a kiss on the top of your rod. “I think I’m ready.”

“Let me get something first.” You lean towards your bedside drawer to grab a condom from the inside, not wanting to have an early firsthand experience of meiosis.

She flashes you a smile. “Always prepared, Oppa.”

She tears open the condom from the container. You watch Jiwon roll the condom down your length—still hard from her ministrations. She sucks on your tip, and you’re surprised at how thin the layer of rubber is.

“Now I’m ready.”

She drapes her thighs over yours, effectively straddling you. Hoisting herself up she reaches behind for your stiff member and lines it up her slit. You look into each other one last time before crossing the line between roommates and lovers, Jiwon giving you her unwavering attention. You grab onto her waist to guide her. Then she slowly lowers herself onto you.

Your tip penetrates her cavern, a new tight sensation engulfing your senses. You almost see stars, gripping tightly onto Jiwon. She moans to your size, groaning louder as she sinks herself further onto you. You stifle her with your mouth, tasting your shared breaths as her voice hums around your face. At last, you fill Jiwon up to your hilt, her folds sheathing you like a well-fitted glove. The layer of rubber that separates the two of you feels non-existent.

The two of you stay in that position, relishing in the new found connection with each other. Jiwon’s lips fervently stay on yours as a haze occupies your thoughts. After a comfortable moment of stillness, Jiwon starts to rock her hips. Your hands move to her butt, kneading her cheeks while guiding her motions.

She separates from your lips to move onto your neck. You gasp as a pleasurable sting shoots up from your neck. Jiwon’s teeth sink into flesh as she nibbles at your pulse point, marking you with purple spots. She then lifts her hips up, half of your length left inside her, to slide down after. It’s a mind-bending rhythm.

You reciprocate by joining in the tempo she set, thrusting upwards. She whimpers into your neck, increasing the momentum of her gyrations. The bed beneath you creaks to the beat of your slapping flesh. Jiwon’s walls become suffocatingly tight around you. The all-too-familiar pressure also builds up in your abdomen.

Jiwon reaches her orgasm first, shaking and moaning in your arms from her overwhelming pleasure. Her walls tighten up like a vise grip on your manhood, threatening to milk you of every drop of your seed. She pulls you into a deep kiss, and that’s the last straw that sends you over the edge. Feeling yourself pulsating inside, you continue to thrust upwards, unworried of pulling out as you expel everything into the condom

Now there are definitely stars in your vision. You slide down the headboard, entering post-coital bliss. As Jiwon rolls off to your side, you reach down to remove the condom, tossing it to the trash can. Jiwon pulls you in for a cuddle while you pull the blanket over your tired bodies.

“What about that paper?” she asks. A yawn escapes her mouth, her eyes fluttering to a close.

“I think you’ve had a firsthand experience Jiwon. Maybe you can write it yourself,” you jest, earning a playful slap on the face.

It becomes harder to keep your eyes open. With one last kiss onto Jiwon’s forehead, you enter dreamland together with her. AN: Super big thank you to @ifeelsounsure0! Thank you for beta reading and editing this mess of a “quickie”

#fromis 9 #male reader #park jiwon #Smut #fromis_9 smut

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muffindaddystyles · 3 years

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Soft dom harry makes subby reader upset subspace?

MEANIE ANGRY H :D BUCKLE UP FELLAS

Y/N's day is been shitty so far. It started with an ache in her lower abdomen from Harry’s morning stiffy bulging against her asscheeks fattening everytime he snuggled into her to hoard her warmth and blankies and to stuff his face in her neck with incoherent blabbering.

She wanted to wake him up with her hand, mouth, hole— anything around his cock and to please him and dull the burny feeling in her tummy -- but -- she had an important workshop at UNI that was must needed to be attended.

The time she managed to knock herself out of her needy and lusty headspace, she was getting late and whirling around the room and closest like a thunderstorm -- burying a snoring Harry under the heaps of clothes and littering the floor with her shoes collection, the kitchen got treated much more worst with maids being not around (she’s used to Harry waking up earlier than her and making her a full course brekkie) after making a laughable ruckus of cabinets all she stuffed her mouth with was a chocolate protein bar.

The stars were still not in her favour. She was grabbing onto her hair until far when she missed the bus (she usually don’t take buses, Harry makes sure the driver drop her off safe and secure) and it started raining leaving Y/N with nothing but a bare head to take all of it as she already left the bus shelter to stop a taxi.

If all of that wasn’t much of a tragedy and humiliating, Y/N slipped the moment she stepped out of the vehicle and on the slippery curbs of the building, she saw her life flashing right infront of her eyes as the papers tucked in her armpit fled everywhere and landed on the rainy mud sadistically along her. It gave her a serious hit in her ankle and completely yanked her hip, still being a stubborn-head she picked herself and went inside despite how many glares the cleaning staff threw her way for bringing the dirt with her feed all over the shiny floors.

She felt bad.

Stupidly bad.

Her workshop teachers were kind enough to accept her late arrival, but her designs for fall got rejected and they’d have been a huge milestone for her to get her dream internship.

Y/N felt awfully, teeny, pathetic and little while slumping into the corner of the bus and holding her breath to refrain from crying these little liquidy bitches out of her eyes.

Reaching back home she was met with pure chaos, bumping into petrified and agitated employs from Harry’s company scurrying out of their main foyer and she could persist but to ask what happened only to be informed in stammers that the staff messed up big and caused a loss of million dollars— making Harry terribly mad and fire people left and right.

It wasn’t a joke at all.

Because once, she steps inside, bag falling from her shoulder as she sighs in exhaustion feeling her muscles stiffening everywhere but one particular spot's hurting wrenchingly— her foggy mind couldn’t figure it out yet. She peeks into Harry’s home office to be met by a very annoyed, aggrieved, furious Harry pacing in his office all whilst with a phone against his ear shouting at someone who was destined to be humiliated today just like her and she pouts gingerly seeing his features skewered tightly into displeasure, the vein that curves along his temple prominent with blood pumping erratically in his body.

His head snaps up at the door’s creak and albeit his eyes softens a little, the kink of brows and the scowl on his lips is still there and he watches her paddle towards him carefully knowing anything at the moment would burst his chimneys out and she wants to be good for her daddy.

“Hi.” She speaks timidly, pout getting more rusty when the greetings not returned and instead he keeps all of his attention on the phone keeping a loose arm around her.

She grumbles, when he gestures down at her to give him a sec and untangles himself from her walking away and huffing and puffing into the phone.

How could he!

She feels so denied and rejected and kicked like it’s done to those affection starved lil puppies.

Her clingy tendencies flying high drunk and wooly. The needy beastie inside her wanting nothing more than take a bath where Harry could cream her back in her favourite berry bubbles, massaging her head and whisper sweet nothings into her ear, then lots and lots of cuddles, maybe he'll be generous enough and let her keep him snug inside her while they watch movie because she had such an awful day.

But, No! He's trying to escape free from her because she’s such a burden for him now.

Her eyes turns glassy, her shoulders slumping sadly and out of nowhere she’s feeling cold and barren as Harry’s voice becomes a wafting fume for her— an indication she has gone under too much.

“Daddy . . .” She stomps behind him, circling his footsteps like a whiny puppy and grapples at his dress shirt gasping sullenly when he swats her dainty hands away and glares down at her in dominance, his tone harsh as he blocks the receiver with his palm and mouths at her with a huff, “Stop being needy fo’ once. I’ve clearly some important issues to care for, Y/N.” Poor Y/N's deathly grip on his shirt loosens sorrowfully and her chin wobbles as she nodded still wanting to be good for him and if it wasn’t enough to give her the biggest heartbreak of the year— he even rolled his eyes at her too grumping under his breath about something how he turned her into a spoiled brat himself.

“Okie. . .” Her voice strangled and small. She shrinks into herself but wasn’t paid any heed from Harry and without another word she leaves him as to be it.

Having a huge breakdown in her room didn’t help at all. A painful headache hitting her like a train as she clumsily strips down, wearing one of his t-shirt heavily drenched in his scent he keeps for her under her pillow anytime she needs it and hides under the blankets with tears still running down her swollen cheeks— slipping into a light slumber from all of weariness and crying.

Once the smoke cleared from Harry’s mind and his capabilities of rational thinking coming back to him, he was reminded of how he denied his baby of his littlest of affection and tenderness when she clearly looked so glum and sad and upset.

He wanted to whip himself in head.

He’s such a twat that he let work come between them.

He curses himself. Making a sprint to his bedroom, knowing he’d find her none other than there and he was right puffing out a disheartened sigh when his eyes falls over his princess buried under all of these layers of blankets, he crawls up towards her carefully not to startle her awake.

Grunting at himself when he finds she’s been crying, he strokes a thumb up her blushy cheeks and her wet lashes, kissing her puffy eyelids and her little sad unhappy pout away.

He frowns. Feeling her feverish and flushed under his hand, “Hey puppy . . .” He thumbs down her throat getting a little fretful when she doesn’t stirs, however she’s such a squirmy little one and he moves the blankets away to let her body cool itself smiling proudly at his shirt swallowing her whole is when she snuggled herself more into her stuffie letting the shirt ride up her thighs and hips exposing a ghastly bruise of red and purples and he frowns not remembering it being there before.

Now. He feels shittier. Wanting to jump of the cliff for being a shitty sadist boyfriend to his only beloved.

“No!” Y/N whimpers loudly, squirming away from his touch as he examines her gently and it sent shockwaves to each of her tissues and lions causing her an undeniable pain.

“Puppy, shh, shh. ‘s just me, making sure if y'okay.” He scrambles closer to her towering her to cradle her face and kiss the tip of her nose—- his face falls drastically and his heart cracks miserly when Y/N pushes him away with a sorrowful mumble not even letting him wipe the drool away from the corner of her mouth as he usually does.

“’M okay . . .” She tries to knuckle the sleepiness away with shivery hands, “No you’re not —...” He’s cut off by her angry pout and her silly efforts to keep as much distance between them as possible, “I don’t need, Daddy . . ‘m big and I could take care of me self.” At her puny waver realization dawns upon Harry and his brows shoots up to his hairline feeling nauseous and terrible for not taking care of his babylove earlier.

He’d have never let her be away from him if he knew she was in her subspace.

“Y/N baby . . . I didn’t mean it, darling —--...” With gentleness he tries to approach her but she wraps her arms around her petite figure in a protective manner, haziness taking best of her and Harry’s chest suffocates into itself, being a dom it’s your responsibility to make your subby feel protected, loved and happy and he even failed at that.

He quickly cups both of her hot cheeks in his nippy palms when she hiccups sadly, a sob threatening to slip out, “Yes you did! You meant it. Said you spoiled me, I don’t want your money, promise! I just want you and y'shooed me away saying Y/N’s too needy . . .” Harry flinches at her words. He never even spared a thought to this negativity that she chooses to be with him for his money because he knows out of all the people she’s the only one who loves him out of the boundaries of status and money.

He realises how stabbing they'd have been to her when she was so sensitive and floaty wanting nothing more, just him.

How deep she has gone if she’s taking her own name in third person.

“’M sorry baby. So sorry. Swear on myself, didn’t mean to hurt my baby, knows tha’ work shouldn’t be an excuse t’ make y'feel unloved—- but those bastards got a tick outta me.” He rambles on frantically. Afraid she’ll think he’s lying and would finally make up her mind to leave him.

“You didn’t?” She asks with so much innocence Harry nearly cries out, “’Course I didn’t! How could I? You could never be needy, Bab. I love you so much and you’re my whole word, forgive me please?”

“You’re forgiven,” She let a small smile flutter up her features, a tinge of gleam in her previous dull eyes brightening the whole room and Harry immediately bunches her up in his lap.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks her, not sure if she still needs space from him and would rather be better without him but she bobs her head shyly and he chuckles softly before touching their lips together into a tender loving kiss and brushes their noses up and down murmuring sweetly coy to her.

“Now, could y'tell daddy how y'got this bruise baby? How did ya get hurt?” He coos, brushing her sweaty hair back and rubs her sweet gland behind her ear delicately, “Oh yeah . . . this, was raining and slipped.” She murmurs, hissing a gasp jolting away when Harry glides his fingers gently down her hip bone and fresh tears springs in her eyes as she buries herself in his chest, “Daddy hurts. . .” . “Oh babypie. Daddy’s g'na take care of his love.” He lays her down gently kissing her forehead when she whines for him to keep on holding her, “’M right here darling. G'na prep us a bath, make my baby alright.” Saying this he quickly disappears inside the washroom and next their room’s sursuring with marble tub filling with warm water, Harry throws in her favourite pink coloured bath bombs and rose essences and throws their towels in the warmer coming back with her as he left her to be, he has decided he’s gonna love on her whole night, “My baby’s the best, ain’t she? She’s my bestest girl.” He coos down at her sweetly and slides his forearms under her knees and back picking her up carefully and brings her to his chest securely.

She closes her eyes, biting down a whimper when Harry dips them in the water some it sloshing down the edges of bathtub and it envelopes them and gives a stingy feeling to her bruise before soothing it down.

He rubs her arms, and circles smoothing patterns on her tummy and kisses her a gallons as she melts in his embrace and he let’s her sink into him more, nibbling and sponging wet ticklish kisses on her neck making her purr and become a puddle of softness in his hold while she takes her time to mumble all the bad events that happened to her and he felt so guilty of not asking her how she’s and how her day went when she came to him, in need of some of his lovin.

“I love you so much, bab.” He suckles her earlobe, toying and plucking her bottom plush lip, “Was prick to me love —.. you deserve all my lovin,” He noses at her jaw, not forgetting it to mark it with his pecks and sloppy bites.

“’S okay daddy, y'had a bad day too.” He’s grateful to have her in his life. She cares about him, maybe more than he does for her and he feels himself lucky for it.

“You want me to help you relax?”

“Can I have you?” Her tone bashfully desperate and coy, Harry meanders their fingers together and kisses her knuckles softly.

Considering her wound still being sore and pulp, having sex would be painful for her and she might not grasp it in her hazy mind but Harry doesn’t want to hurt at all.

He plants a little noisy smooch to her shoulder when she nods, she mews and purrs when Harry glides his palm all the way down her body and cups her pussy digging his palm into her mound and coats his digits with her arousal dipping the pads of his fingers into her entrance, “All this wet f'me?” Palming her tits while whispering sweet nothings into her ear when she gasps and closes up on Harry scratching nails into his bended knees.

“Shh, shh puppy, jus' relax hmm? Feel yourself.” With sputtery inhales she does as he says, soon two of his fingers slips inside her and he strokes her pussy and pulls them out making her all whiny and pushes them back with a squelching noise, fucking her with it smiling and stopping when her thighs parts falls again his’s completely.

“Daddy!” She writhes and whines, trembly hands trying to bring Harry fingers back to her pulsating wetness, “You’re the cutest.” He smiles against her lips giving her cheeks several squishes and pats her head loving to see his adorable princess all flustery for him.

On her demands. He slicks his fingers back inside her and caresses the insides of her thighs while she pants and sinks onto his knuckles blabbering out daddydaddydaddy weepily.

“Cum fo’ me, puppy. Feels good? Yeah? My baby feels nice?” He rasps in her mouth, curving and petting the soft spot inside her pussy and sucks onto her upper lip when she moans and mewls loudly gushing all over his finger and he keeps on fucking her till she’s all sleepy and balmy against his chest.

Harry coaxes her tenderly, smoothing his hands all over her twitchy spots and patches sloppy kisses all over her face that makes her all giggly and shy—- the amount of endorphins spiking high in her system.

“Love you so much, daddy.” She mushes puckering her lips into his throat.

“Love you too, pup.”

#dom harry x subby y/n #dom harry x sub reader #dom!h x sub!reader #dom!h x sub!y/n #dom harry #harry styles fanfic #harry styles story #harry styles one shot #harry styles blurb #harry styles smut #cute harry #harry styles #harry smut #harry styles fanfiction #fluff #harry angst #hsh

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xpeachesncream · 3 years

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how many drinks? | one shot (jjk)

summary: the question is - how many drinks would it take for you to sleep with your bestfriend?

pairing: jjk x reader

genre: (18+) college au, dance group au, bestfriends/bestfriends with some benefits au | fluff, smut, sprinkle of angst

words: ~12.2k

warnings: cussing, mature language/implied sexual content, kind of crack-y, dancer!jk to fulfill my needs, unprotected sex, sprinkle of dirty talk, fingering, sprinkle of a handjob, slight biting, nails digging into skin, oc almost gets taken advantage of/forced into doing things she doesn’t wanna do, rough handling, song kang is in this too because i’m also a hooch for him but he’s an ass here, alcohol consumption, intoxication, mentions of blunts/smoking, house parties, cuddling, kissing/makeout sessions, straddling, breast/nipple play, hickeys, fucking on the edge of the bed, multiple orgasms, fingering, licking/neck kisses, oral (f. receiving)

note: one shot title is taken from miguel's song ‘how many drinks’ + a couple of things--

both hoseok and jimin’s piece mentioned below are inspired by real-life pieces my old dance mentor has choreographed and taught. this is the inspiration behind hoseok’s couple piece; this is the inspiration for jimin’s piece

i’m a hooch for all three of them in this video

enjoy imagining koo and oc dancing part of their couples piece like this 🥺

"Y/N." You picked up Jungkook's call as you sat at your desk in your dorm room. You had been finishing up your bio homework until the interruption came blaring through on your headphones.

"Yes?"

"Can I nap in your room?"

"The fuck I look like? A hotel?" You snorted.

"Yeah, a 5 star at that with how good you take care of me." He tries to butter you up, causing you to roll your eyes.

"You're lucky I like you."

"Yesssssssss!" You hear him faintly exclaim on the other line. "Be there in a sec."

"You know my doors are always unlocked." Which, it was true. So many of your friends had decided to live off campus that you and your other bestfriend [and beloved suitemate] were probably the only few left on campus. And that meant people were constantly in your room, hanging out or using both of your rooms, [with permission] or the couches in the shared living room space of your suite as a place to nap. College, amirite? Why the fuck would you lose your parking spot to go back to your apartment when you have friends who lived right on campus? You weren't just good for smuggling free food from the cafeteria to your broke ass, struggling off-campus friends.

Sooner or later, you're greeted by a fluffy, black-haired Jungkook, looking like his shit must have air-dried with how wavy and voluminous it was. He swings your door open so aggressively that you jump a bit in your seat, swinging off your headphones like you weren't even expecting him. You watch as he flings himself onto your neatly made bed like he hasn't felt a bed in years.

"Ugh, yes." He moans as he belly flops onto your bed and stays in that position.

"When's your next class, you little baby?"

"In like an hour or so, I don't know." He says sleepily. "Wake me up, please?"

"Sure." You realize it's Wednesday, and he definitely has Ecology lab later at 3:00PM. You figured you'd wake him up by 2:30 just to give him enough time to groggily walk his ass back over to the science building.

You and Jungkook weren't really close before college. It was moreso that you knew of each other since high school because of mutual friends. You'd see him at parties and he'd see you, but it was never more than the casual hi and bye and small talk. Maybe the occasional comments on facebook pages and the likes on pictures on instagram. But foreel, other than that, that's as real as your friendship got for awhile. You didn't mind it though, you were good with your set of friends and he was good with his. A lot of your friends attended the same university as you two and then your groups intertwined even more.

But, it wasn't until the past couple of months or so where you both unexpectedly got really close - simply just by talking more and being around each other more. You both had similar interests and Jungkook wasn't the most vocal in his group, but with you, he seemed to talk endlessly. He loved comics and he loved raving to you about Marvel and DC superheroes. He loved to draw, and he'd draw you things every now and then - his most recent being you as a scientist superhero saving the world from overgrown malaria-infected mosquito monsters. It was the cutest thing you had ever seen, and you tacked it against your cork board near your desk. Then, small things like that turned to bringing you food or boba, being stuck at the hip where he'd only go to a certain place on campus if you were there; texting each other inside jokes and funny ass tweets all day turned to facetime sleepover calls and then late hangouts eventually turned to actual sleepovers in your bed, where he'd drape his arm around while you both slept but it never escalated into anything more than that in bed. Although he did fucking hate your medium-sized Olaf plushie that took shelter on your bed - he'd always hike it across the room and talk about how annoying he is and how he's always taking his spot. You never understood it, really.

And then soon, it turned to small displays of affection behind closed doors, where Jungkook would hold you close. Hold your hand if you two were in the room watching a show, or movie. Small kisses exchanged. Big kisses exchanged, making out sessions. But, that was literally it. Nothing else. No sex. No pressure. Lots of unspoken feelings, obviously, but you weren't gonna be the one to bring that up. Because you were comfortable, and if anything, you didn't wanna ruin what you guys already had going.

Like, is this a friends with benefits thing? Maybe? Maybe not? It was hard to label it because it's not like you both determined so, it kind of just fell together that way. And there was really no pressure to fuck every single time you got affectionate. It was cute, sweet. And no one really knew it was like that behind doors - possibly your suitemate Kass and her boyfriend, Jimin, but that's only because you shared the dorm suite with her. Jimin was also one of Jungkook's roommates and his really good friend, so whenever they had slept over on the same night, it was pure and utter chaos. But honestly, if Kass and Jimin hadn't been around you two much, they most certainly wouldn't have the idea.

Whatever it was, it was a comfortable closeness that you both experienced and appreciated. However, the both of you were afraid of discussing what this really was, afraid it'll ruin the dynamic. The atmosphere. Having to come to terms of what it might, or might not be. Neither of you can fully admit that you like the other. Although, it got hard. People did lightly tease you two because you both always looked for each other and were stuck by the hip out on campus.

Oh, well. Bottom line is that you liked your relationship where it was at, but it doesn't mean you haven't thought about the what if's. Jungkook was insanely attractive, and it's no lie that girls swarmed him left and right on campus, but he didn't give a shit [either he didn't give a shit or he was dumb as hell?]. Okay, rewind — to be fair, he would have a fling or two, flirt once or twice. He'd tell you so and so was cute and that they've hung out or texted, but that's it. He just wasn't necessarily looking for anything cause he too enjoyed where he was at with everything.

It doesn't take long before Sleeping Beauty is snoring face down on your bed, looking like Patrick Star with the way he's sprawled out. But, you continue to do your work until it was time to wake him. You gently shake him, his puppy eyes looking back at you after being face down all nap.

"Class time."

"No." He groans. "Can't I just stay here with you?"

"No, dude. Get to class." You chuckle. "You already skipped last week."

"Yeah, but this is a new week Y/N."

"Jungkook." You almost say in a scolding manner.

"Fiiiiiiine." He whines as he shoots up and hops off from your bed. "Are you going to our party on Friday?"

"I said I'd think about it right?"

"Yeah, like on Monday. It's Wednesday."

"And I'm still thinking about it." You snort, making him pout.

"Just come for a little bit."

"Why? You know parties aren't my thing and you'll be too drunk anyways. I'll end up wanting to go right the fuck back home as soon as I step outside."

"I'd like to be drunk and have you there. It'll be more fun!" He pouts as he holds your hand and swings it back and forth.

"I mean, to be completely honest, I'll probably end up going because of Kass anyways."

"Because of Kass." He rolls his eyes. "Oooookay. Not because of you, Jungkook, no." He says sarcastically, brows furrowed.

"Ew. You're such a fucking whiner. Leave." You laugh, throwing an empty water bottle at him.

"I'm kidding." He chuckles. "Wanna grab dinner with me after practice?"

"Sure. If you pay." He groans

"Fine. I'll see you later." He puckers up his lips to blow you a kiss, which you automatically reject by giving him a look before turning your attention back to your homework. You were hoping he'd offer to go to In-n-Out because you were craving that #2 with animal fries and a neapolitan shake, plus there was a Target in the same plaza that you wanted to drag him to for new pens and clearance sale shopping. And you wouldn't even warn him about it. He would tag along, no question.

Hoseok stands in front of the mirrors in the studio, pacing back and forth as your dance group learned a couple of 8-counts from this new piece he had been brewing up. Apparently, it was supposed to be a couples piece but he wasn't sure if he was going to keep it that way. He watched to see if this would be better as a group, or if he should stick to his original plans.

Your college dance group was a small group formed by people with pure, genuine interest and love for modern hip hop choreography. Hoseok was the dance lead, with Jimin being the back up lead. The group came together, taught each other pieces, taught workshops for those interested on campus and performed at the various talent shows and productions the school had throughout the year. It was just your group's way of showcasing your talents, something you all purely enjoyed, and it was nice to see the love and support given by the audiences.

"Okay, run that from the top one more time please. We'll take break after, swear." Hoseok chuckles and gives Jimin the cue to start the song back at the starting point. Jungkook makes a funny face at you as he huffs and puffs, trying to catch his breath from the last time you went through the counts.

"Ew." You giggle, slightly pushing him aside. Miguel's How Many Drinks begins to blast through the studio speakers, Jungkook doing his best to sing along and match his tone all while focusing on his steps. Once you're done going through the counts, the music continues to play, Jungkook twirling over to you just to sing—

"Cause I ain't leavin' aloneeee, I feel like I could be honest, babe." He spins to your other side. "We both know that we're grown, that's why I wanna knooooow - how many drinks will it take you to leave with meeeeEEeeeE?"

"You can give me all the drinks in the world and I swear I still wouldn't." You snort, making him frown and click his teeth.

"Too bad that's not really how you act when I ask to sleep over, though." Silence as you stick your tongue out at him. Cause, yeah. You really do tell him to sleep over without hesitation. You loved his company, you can’t lie. "Yeah, fraudulent as hell. I never taught you that." He jokes.

"Shut up, Jungkook—"

"Okay!" Hoseok says, clapping his hands. "This'll be a couple piece. I honestly think it'll work better that way, just like I envisioned it. I'll work with the couple to clean this up before the performance, but to whoever isn't casted for this, Jimin still has a piece to teach the rest of you, so don't feel discouraged!" Hoseok chuckles a bit, giving the rest of the group a small smile. "So with that being said - Y/N, Jungkook, I want you two to do this piece."

"Ouuuuuuuu." Jimin teases you from the sidelines, causing you to put up your middle finger.

"We won’t let you down, cap." Jungkook swings his arm around you.

"I'll teach you the rest of the piece next practice so we can start polishing it up and making it clean before the talent show."

"Sounds good with me." You flatly say, even though 100%, you're pretty excited for many reasons. One, you had been wanting to do a solo or couples piece for awhile, and two, your partner was Jungkook. Your best friend, your ride or die, the dude you've spent so much time with and gave your affection to behind closed doors. It made you giddy just thinking about it, even if you'd blatantly lie to his face later on when he'd tease you. And Jungkook felt the same. You missed the way he subtly bit on his bottom lip when you were named his partner, just so he wouldn't smile too big in front of you.

After practice, you egg him on enough to agree to take you to In-N-Out, without hinting at the plan you had drafted out in your head earlier. The plan that says you're gonna drag his ass to Target afterwards and he had no choice but to come along.

"Y/N, you liar." He groans. "You said you weren't gonna go to Target." He pouts as you follows behind you anyway.

"Kook, I literally just need to get one thing."

"What's the one thing that you couldn't get on your own time?"

"I don't know, I'll have to find out when we get in there." You giggled, causing him to groan again. "Plus, we're here already. Killing two birds with one stone."

"Ah shit, I suppose I can get some bottles for the party."

"Yeah, make yourself useful Jungkook."

"Yeah, make yourself useful Jungkook, aheh." He mocks your tone and does that really weird and ugly ass laugh that dudes always do when they try to mock girls, however, you ignore it because you've just stepped into Target and bitch, this was Disneyland to you. Heaven. Paradise.

"Hm, what are we drinking on Friday?" He says his text outloud as he follows you around the dollar section where you begin to pick up really unnecessary items that you're probably just gonna store away in or around your desk somewhere.

"Should be holy water because you all need it."

"Mmm, I don't know, I don't think they have that but we can check." He responds ever so seriously, causing you to chuckle.

"How many people are you expecting?"

"Honestly, I don't even know. We said we'd keep it to close friends only. I don't really have any friends, so that's all on them."

"Ah, makes sense as to how the entire class was invited." You fire back sarcastically. "Your upstairs neighbors are really gonna have a blast."

"They're invited too."

"You guys are so dumb." He laughs when you hit him against the chest. After walking a bit, the two of you head towards the alcohol aisle, Jungkook grabbing what his arms will allow him to grab since alcohol is a little cheaper here than other grocery stores. "Isn't there a limit as to how much alcohol you can buy?"

"I don't see anything anywhere." He hauls about 4 big bottles back to the cashiers. "Besides, I'm giving them business compared to Safeway and those other grocery stores."

"Grab the coupon at least, genuis. It could save you some money." You take off the coupons from the three bottles.

He looks down at the coupon attached to the 4th bottle. "Sign up today and get 2% cash back on every bottle you buy." He snorts after reading the coupon outloud. "More like sign up today and get 2% cash back turnt." He looks at you. "This doesn't sound like a coupon, miss. Where's the ‘get 5 dollars off’ bullshit?"

"2% cash back turnt? Really?" You furrow your brows at him and hand the coupons to the cashier. "Here. God, maybe you shouldn't be hosting parties with your roommates."

"Maybe not." He holds his bags, even grabbing onto yours as you both walk out to his car. He turns up the radio, the both of you singing along to the songs coming through. When he pulls up to the lot of Edgehill Village, he parks in someone else's marked spot only because it's technically next to your door and he doesn't anticipate to stay long. But honestly, that never goes as planned. He grabs your bag from the trunk, silently following behind you as you unlock your door to an empty suite - just as you expected. Kass was most likely at Jungkook’s, spending the night with Jimin, and you'd be alone for the night. It didn't matter to you though, the peace and quiet was always nice.

"You sure you're gonna be okay here alone?" You nod.

"Yup. It's kind of nice actually." You lean forward onto your bed since it's raised a little higher than usual with bed risers, and open up your laptop. Jungkook sets your Target bag down and wraps his arms around you from behind, planting a kiss on your cheek and on your jawline.

"You sure you don't want me to sleep over? Cuddles sound nice."

"It sounds like you want to."

"Only if you want me to." He nuzzles his head against your neck, waiting for your response.

"Kook, please." You chuckle. "If you wanna sleepover, then go ahead."

"Yesssss! I do."

"Well you need to find parking, or else the person that owns that parking spot will be highly upset."

"You got it, captain. Pull up a movie!" He says, dashing out of your room to move his car. He's most likely going to come back in another 5 minutes, being that the only free parking at this time of night is probably on the other end in the gym's lot, or somewhere on the streets [if he got lucky].

And so that 5 minutes sure does go by before Jungkook is breathing heavily when he walks into your room, duffle bag swung over his shoulder with a big, dorky ass smile on his face.

"I'm back!"

"I see." You snort, still going through the movies.

"Hey, let's run through what Hobi taught us first."

"Ugh, I'm so tired though."

"Cooooome on, just once." He pulls you by the hand, his body pressed against yours as his his other arm wraps around your waist. "Please." His puppy dog eyes look down at you, causing you to push him away because fucking hell, that shit makes you weak. Makes the pussy throb just a lil, you know? Christ.

"Only if you watch 10 Things I Hate About You."

"Sure, I don't mind." He pulls up the song on your laptop. The both of you face the mirror in front of you, careful not to hit each other since you had such limited space to fully move around. Running through it once was a full blown lie, being that you both are doing it for almost 5-6 times before you're laughing at how out of breath you already are. You're so out of it and winded by the last time around that you accidentally hit Jungkook in the face, causing him to whine and stumble off to the side.

"Oh shit!" You laugh. "I'm so sorry, Kookie!" You run over to cup his face. "Are you okay? You good?"

"Shit, Y/N. You have a heavy hand." He keeps his hand against his cheek.

"I'm sorry." You lean in to plant a kiss on his cheek, but Jungkook being Jungkook, he looks to the side to have his lips meet yours instead. He picks you up in one swift motion, your legs wrapped around his torso as he sits you on your bed, your hands still cupping his face. And honestly, you really wanted him. You've always wanted him since this whole thing started. God, he was attractive to you - every little thing about Jungkook was a fucking weakness, but you weren't gonna let up first. Not tonight. The scar on his cheek, his soft, fluffy hair, his toned body, his muscular ass arms, the way he held onto you when you both slept, the way he kissed you.

Lord, he was truly going to be the death of you.

Before the kiss could get any deeper, you smile into it and back away, keeping your gaze on the small, dazed smile Jungkook has on his face.

"Can we watch now?" You ask, subtly biting onto your bottom lip.

"Yeah, good idea."

"Actually, after all that, I need to shower first."

"Can I join?" His eyes light up.

"Sit your ass down. You can go after." You laugh as you hop off the bed, grabbing your pajamas for a quick shower. You literally take 10 minutes, walking back into your room with wet hair and an oversized shirt and shorts underneath. Although you had been completely comfortable with Jungkook, the both of you have never really seen each other fully naked like that. Whenever he slept over, you were both always fully clothed. You've seen him hop out of the shower and come in shirtless, but that's probably about it. You start to brush your teeth as he rummages through his emergency duffle bag full of shit that he holds in the trunk of his car, grabbing a fresh pair of clothes to change into after his shower. You already know his ass is gonna use your shampoo for everything because he loves the smell of it and always talks about how good your hair smells.

While waiting for him, you slip yourself under your covers and pull the laptop closer to you, scrolling through your phone aimlessly to see what's new on instagram. Which, is absolutely nothing, so you let out a dissatisfied sigh.

"Ready!" He comes in, tossing his towel aside and shutting off the lights to crawl into your bed with you.

"You smell just like me." You chuckle.

"It's great, isn't it?"

"Your hair isn't bothering you?" You run your hand through his incredibly wet hair as he shakes his head.

"No, I'll be good."

"Okay." He wraps his arm around you to pull you onto his body, the movie already off to a start. As the movie goes on, you find yourself getting sleep as both of your bodies sink deeper into the sheets, Jungkook still not letting you go. The laptop rests on his belly, while your head is on his chest, his heartbeat the one thing putting you to sleep pretty quickly. He's comfortable, just as you are. He's warm, you're warm. He's content, you're content. You drift off to sleep while he continues to watch, knowing your bodies will be pressed tightly against each other in the morning.

"Kook there's so many fucking people here. The cops are gonna come and shut this down quick." Jungkook shrugs.

"Oh well, wasn't my idea." He snorts. "Shot?!" He hands you a shot that you take with ease, feeling like you aren't drunk enough for all this shit and all these people. "Atta girl."

"Yuck, though." You slightly make a sour face as you feel the warmth trickle down your throat and into your stomach.

"Heeeey, whyyyyy do you look so FaMiliaR?" This girl asks Jungkook in a weird, flirty tone, where every other consonant goes up and down. She's obviously really fucking drunk and out of her mind because for one, she definitely goes to the same school as you two, and she has definitely been in class with Jungkook before.

"Oh uh, my name's Justin Bieber. I used to sing from time to time." He says nonchalantly with you furrowing your forehead at him because what kind of response did he just give her?! What did he just tell her? You're so embarrassed that you slowly turn on your heel and walk out of the kitchen as you hear him sing One Less Lonely Girl hella out of tune, with the girl completely smitten over his drunk ass.

"Where's Jungkookie?" Kass asks as she sits on Jimin's lap.

"Over there, pretending to be Justin Bieber apparently."

"Oh, nice. You don't come across that often." Jimin says sarcastically. "Are you staying here tonight?"

"Yeah, stay here tonight, with Kookie." Kass wiggles her eyebrows, her cheek resting on top of Jimin's head. "It's not like that's anything new."

"Um, I'd rather much be back in the dorm."

"That cold, lonely place? When you could be here, in such a pretty apartment with such a pretty boy?" You shake your head at her.

"Unbelievable." You mutter. Suddenly, an incredibly tall man walks into the apartment, reaching about 6'1 and almost hitting the ceiling with his tall ass. You've never seen him before, but he walks in with Hoseok and Namjoon and for whatever reason, you can't peel your eyes off of him. "Woah, who's that?"

"Who's what?" Jungkook finally comes to your side after being Justin Bieber for a good minute or so, his eyes following yours. Who was he and why were you looking at him so intensely?

"That's Kang! You've never met him?" Jimin says, doing a slight nod to greet him as he passes by. Kang and his fine self looks up at you, a small smirk creeping up at the corner of his lips as he continues through to the kitchen behind Hoseok and Namjoon. "He's a transfer and on the basketball team."

"He's fiiiiine." You and Kass swoon over him a bit, Jungkook giving you a look.

"He's alriiiight. I've seen better."

"Shut up, no one asked you." You lightly punch him on the side, making him lightly groan while Jimin and Kass laugh. The rest of the party, you suddenly have a goal to find out more about Kang and see what he's about because you and Jungkook weren't official. You both didn't really know what this was, but one thing you knew for sure was that it wasn't anything exclusive. You wouldn't bring it up, so wouldn't Jungkook - so was this really something all that meaningful?

Whatever, you didn't wanna keep going in circles about it.

Jungkook fucking hates it though, and he's honestly really jealous that you're suddenly trying to be all cute and woo the new, tall, handsome [but he's not really that fucking handsome to Jungkook for christ's sake] basketball player. Jungkook almost wants to mock his every move and how suavé he is, almost looking like a try hard with the way he's leaning against the wall and talking to you.

Wait— he's talking to you?! You were literally right next to him 2 seconds ago.

"What the fuck?" He squints, trying to make sure he's actually looking at you.

"You're so full of shit." Jimin laughs.

"What are you talking about?"

"Why don't you just admit that you like her and stop being childish about it?"

"I don't like her. She's just my bestfriend."

"Um, okay?" Jimin snorts. "When you sleep at her place every chance you get and vice versa? When she has a ton of your shirts and hoodies in her own fucking closet? When you always get so affectionate with her in the dorm? Sure, you don't like her."

"How do you know that?"

"I just do, you've done it in front of me and Kass before but you both tried playing it off. I don't understand you two."

"Well, I don't like her. She obviously doesn't either with the way she's trying to be all up on him." Jungkook glares at you, his teeth biting the rim of the cup harshly as he brings it to his lips to take a sip.

"Whatever, I'm just saying dude. Probably better to be straight up about it than not."

"Kaaaaaaay." Jungkook responds sarcastically, trying to play off how butthurt he was right now. Cause yeah, he did fucking like you. He was just scared to admit it though because of reasons like this - the fact that you possibly didn't like him back killed him. The fact that you could possibly be using him to feel wanted, needed. It made his stomach turn.

He just really liked you, and god, did he want to be the one in your bed tonight. Whether or not that ended up in sex, whatever. He just wanted to be the one to touch you, be on you.

Meanwhile, Kang was attractive as hell and ouwee, were you feeling him tonight. You were, you really were - except, you could literally feel the holes Jungkook was burning through you from across the room. You'd occasionally glance over due to how distracting it was, Jungkook literally have no shame with eyeing you, almost glaring at you, from across the apartment.

"Is it too forward if I ask for your number already?" Kang licks his lips, his teeth lightly piercing his bottom lip as he looks down at you.

"No." You smirk at him, taking his phone to put your number in.

"We should kick it soon. I'd love to hang out with you and get to know you better."

"Yeah, just let me know when." You blush, until you're suddenly pulled out of your daze by a loud 'ahem,' the loudest throat-clearing you have ever heard in your life. You turn to see Jungkook making his way back over to the shots, knowing damn well he's calling you over. "See you around?" Kang winks before he tips his cup to you and gives you a single nod.

"Sure thing, cutiepie." You bite onto your bottom lip, making your way over to Jungkook at the shot station, instantly pinching his arm.

"What the fuck?"

"Nobody was calling you over." Jungkook smirks.

"Shut the fuck up, yes you were. I know that was you clearing your throat like that."

"I'm sorry, does it bother you?" He blinks cutely, tilting his head to the side. "Besides, why come over here when you're too busy with your man?"

"Are you jealous?"

"Why in the hell would I be jealous, Y/N? Do you." The words sting you, even though part of you still wants to believe that Jungkook may actually like you. All you can do is sigh and brush it off, placing your cup down in front of him as he pours himself another shot. "You sure?"

"Just give me the damn shot." You say, making it your 7th.

And the 7th turns into 8, 8 turns into 9, 9 turns into 10. And at 10, you're pretty fucking drunk even as the party is starting to die down by the time it's close to 2am. All 10 were a good combination of shots and mixed drinks.

10 drinks.

10 drinks is what it took for you to lay in Jungkook's bed at the end of the night, hands tangled in his fluffy hair as your makeout session intensifies by the minute - all due to this sexual tension, frustration, whatever the hell it was brewing between you two after all this time. The both of you are drunk as hell, and it's pretty evident with the way you can still taste the alcohol on his tongue, both sloppily touching up on each other, kisses getting wetter, clothes coming off like there's no tomorrow.

"Wait, are you sure?" Jungkook says, about to unhook your bra.

"Jungkook, god, just fuck me." You plead drunkily, the room spinning around you. He continues to unhook your bra, tossing it across the room where your other clothes lay, peppering kisses along your neck before licking up a stripe to meet your lips again. He hooks his fingers across the band of your panties, tugging them down and letting them get lost within his sheets. You take this as leverage to tug his boxer briefs down, already stroking his hardened member the moment you come into contact with it. The sad thing is that you both are so fucking drunk, you can't even appreciate the fact that you both are naked in front of each other for the first time ever.

You can't even come to terms with the fact that you both are about to fuck each other and cross that boundary completely.

But, hell, what do you care? You were drunk. You got a cute guy's number. You're getting dick at the end of the night.

"Oh shit, Y/N." He moans into your mouth as he feels you stroking him. "Need to feel you." He quickly runs his finger down your fold, slipping in two digits to pump them in and out, quickly prepping you for his dick.

"Hnnng--Kook." You bite onto your bottom lip as your eyes shut close momentarily, your head digging deeper into the pillow the more he tries to stretch you out. "Want you inside of me."

"I got you." He says. You almost whine at the loss of contact until you feel his tip poking at your entrance. He slowly continues to slip himself inside of you, Kook letting out a small groan while your mouth was left open, a soundless moan releasing before you hiss and take in all of him. He fills you up so well, so completely. He was so big that you felt full, bloated, with him being inside of you the way he was.

"Ohhhhhgod." You whimper as he starts to steady his pace, the lewd noises of his cock slipping in and out of your wet pussy filling his room - god forbid if Jimin or their other roommate Yoongi heard this right now. It would be nothing short of pornographic.

"You're so wet. Is that all for me?" He says, causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head as he begins to aggressively thrust into you.

"Y-yes." You whine.

"Say it again."

"All for you, Kook."

"I fucking thought so." He drunkily responds as one hand grips onto your hips tightly, the other in your hair as he digs his head back into the crook of your neck, his tongue messily licking near your jaw before he nibbles onto your earlobe.

"Hmmmmgggh, Jungkook. Fuck." You moan as you start to work your hips upward into his, your clit rubbing against his pelvis, causing the pleasure to pool quickly within the pit of your stomach. It causes goosebumps to pierce through the surface of your skin, your hands gripping tighter on his hair. "You're-you're gonna make me cum. Faster." You plead. He does just so, hammering into you, the sound of his hips slamming into yours bouncing off of the walls.

"Ahhh—Y/N." He groans.

"Just like that, just like that, just like that!" You repeat, your clit feeling incredibly stimulated by the way it rubs against his skin while he fucks into you. "Oh shit! Jungkook!" You moan loudly, biting his shoulder as you feel yourself trembling hard in his grip, your orgasm taking over your entire body.

"Shit, shit, shit—Y/N, Shiiiit." He says into your neck, followed by more curses and groans as you feel him coat your walls warmly. He stays inside of you until the both of you come back down to normalcy, your breathing becoming more regulated. He slowly slips himself out, plopping next to you on the bed, but doesn't welcome you into his arms.

The night goes on, the both of you sleeping on your own sides of Jungkook's bed, not really saying a word to each other. Because the both of you, although still pretty drunk, are more aware by the time it's over and it's become so clear how fucked up this got.

You were hurt. Completely hurt. Because you didn't expect Jungkook to just fucking ghost you after that night. You wanted to talk about it, maybe come to the conclusion that you two should just distance yourselves from each other to figure this out, even if it would hurt you a lot to do so.

No.

That morning, Jimin and Kass had to take you back to campus because Jungkook had darted out of his room, nowhere to be seen until later that night. The next week or so, there were no texts, no calls. No visiting your dorm, no asking to sleepover.

Nothing.

Just radio silence, white noise, if you will.

The one thing he could come up with was a stupid response to your text when you finally caved and asked what you did wrong mid-week.

Something along the lines of 'what do you want me to say, Y/N? do you want me to force myself to feel a certain way?'

Followed by a 'i'm sorry, fuck. that came out really wrong' even though you thought it came out perfectly fine. You understood loud and clear.

Even though this wasn't really an exclusive thing, or even a 'thing' if we wanna be straight up, you still couldn't help but feel like Jungkook had just dumped your ass with no explanation and you were still waiting for that explanation to come, whether it would or not. And because of this, you started to see Kang, hangout with him more often. He even took you out on a dinner date and you really enjoyed his company. He seemed genuine, caring, supportive - even if a lot of the basketball boys were the complete opposite. He was different, you liked to think.

And so you stand in front of the mirrors in the dance studio, you and Jungkook awkwardly running through the piece with Hoseok watching, confused as to why all of a sudden the two of you have this weird tension going on. It hasn't entirely ruined the couple piece, but it hasn't brought it together, either. The both of you could barely look at each other, barely get into the movements, the emotions behind the motions. Hoseok had to correct a few things, his 'pah pah pah's' echoing in the room constantly with how many times you and Jungkook had to be set straight for your sloppy steps today.

"Okay, I'm not saying it's bad, cause it's not. But can you both please act like you at least like each other or something? What's going on with you two? You aren't normally like this." Hoseok says, coming down to a crouch in front of the mirrors.

"Nothing, we'll do better. Don't worry." You brush off the entire question with your quick response. Jungkook looks at you, his hands on his hips, lightly frowning at how much you're distancing yourself even though he knows its entirely his fault for running from his feelings and not being honest with you.

"Okay, let's do it from the top." The music starts, you getting into the piece without making any eye contact with Jungkook. Even the steps that cause you to be close and near Jungkook, you look anywhere but his eyes, and your touch is light, trying your hardest not to let any feelings pass through the motion. Hoseok is a little more pleased this time around, but it still doesn't sit right with him, so he lets you two take a break while he heads to the other studio to check on Jimin and the rest of the group.

"Hey. Are you okay?"

"Jungkook, you don't get to ask me that." He sighs and runs his hand through his hair, not sure if he should continue on or not.

"Y/N—"

"Save it, and let's just get this over with, okay? I don't wanna be here just as much as you." Your words cut him deep because dear, you have gotten him completely misunderstood and yet, he still can't speak. He still can't talk about his feelings. He still can't save this even though he wants to, even though he loathes seeing you the way you are with Kang.

"I never said—"

"Kay, ready? Let's run this full out and make it a good one so we can call it for today." Hoseok says, clapping his hands to hype you two up somehow. The music starts and you're finally able to get into the steps. The emotions. And god, it's only because you're so hurt by your own bestfriend. You're hurt that he fucked you so good, and then dipped. You're hurt that he couldn't even face you the day after. You're hurt that after all this time, he made it seem like you still didn't matter enough - at least enough for an explanation, for some kind of reasoning, conversation, behind what just went down between the both of you. Between what has been going down between the both of you.

Besides the stupid ass responses he gave you through text.

You get so into your feelings that you don't even realize you're tearing up by the time the piece is over, and Jungkook catches it even though you face away from him as soon as the music cuts out.

"Nice, okay! That was so much better! Let's pick it up next session, yeah? We'll keep cleaning it up. Thanks guys!" Hoseok says. You immediately head towards the wall, grabbing your things to avoid any confrontation from Jungkook, but he grabs your arm as soon as you slip through the door.

"Y/N, wait. Stop."

"Let me go." You yank your arm from his grip.

"Why are you crying?" He stops in front of you, his hands placed on your arms to prevent you from moving any further.

"I'm not." You blatantly lie while you aggressively wipe away the stragglers coming down.

"Really? Just gonna lie like that?"

"Why do you care? You haven't said shit to me all week." You snap back, and Jungkook is taken aback from the tone in your voice. You remove his hands from your arms, and take one last look at him before shaking your head and walking off.

Next mistake? He doesn't come after you.

This was a waste of fucking time. If he truly cared about you, he wouldn't let you hurt like this.

You let out a deep sigh before clutching onto your things and walking back to your dorm. The walk from the gym/fitness center was damn near on the other end of campus compared to your dorm. It would be a good 10 minute walk if you really took your time. A good 10 minutes to ponder on your thoughts.

Yes, you liked Jungkook. You really liked him. Having sex with him solidified those feelings even more. How could you not have feelings for your bestfriend after all the moments you've shared? Was it your fault for assuming that? Was it your fault for walking through that door when it seemed to be completely open for you?

"Sup." Kang comes out of nowhere, pulling you out of your thoughts. He swings his arm around your shoulder, gently pulling you closer to his body. "Just got out of practice?"

"Sure did." You give him a toothless smile. Yes, he was attractive as hell. He always will be. But, even with the time you spent together, the date he took you on, he still couldn't make you feel the way Jungkook has been able to make you feel.

"How was it?"

"Um, it was alright. Nothing new really, just cleaning up the piece before the show. You're going right?"

"Why wouldn't I?" He smiles down at you. "Listen, I don't know if you've heard, but there's another party tonight."

"A party? It's Wednesday." You snort.

"Yeah, I mean, one of the boys on the Lacrosse team is throwing it at his family house because his parents will be gone. Wanna come? I'll pick you up. We don't have to stay for long." You looked at your watch.

"What time is it at?"

"Like 9ish?" Enough time for you to shower and get a quick dinner in your belly. Why the hell not? You were caught up for the week. You didn't have any pressing assignments that were due asap.

"Sure. I'll come."

"Cool. See you later then?" He says, about to part ways with you. You simply give him a nod before walking deeper into Edgehill village. You hoped you wouldn't regret this tonight, and you really hoped he meant it when he said you two didn't have to stay for long. You drag yourself into your room, seeing Kass' door wide open, revealing her packing up her duffle bag.

"Hey, where are you headed during the middle of the week?"

"My two classes got cancelled for tomorrow so me and Jiminie are heading out for a mini getaway for our anniversary." You cross your arms and smile. "He's just gonna catch up on shit when we get back I guess." She laughs.

"That sounds cute. I hope you have loads of fun this weekend, babe."

"What are you gonna do?" Kass and Jimin were obviously aware of everything happening between you and Jungkook being that they had to be the ones to take you home. They never pressed on it though, knowing you both were still pretty upset about how things were playing out. They figured you two would eventually work it out, but until then, they would just sit back and keep their mouths shut. You two were being completely stubborn, but it wasn't their relationship to fix.

"Well, there's this party Kang wants to take me to tonight."

"The Lacrosse party? Messy." She laughs. "Be careful, but also have fun, yeah? I still don’t know if I trust him.”

"Yeah I know."

"Tell me how it goes!"

"I will." You wave her off as you head into your room and shut the door. You figured you would just grab dinner on campus to avoid spending more money than you should; after all, dinner seemed to be pretty bomb tonight. You didn't mind going alone, sometimes Namjoon would join you, asking for you to bring him a plate of food while he does the hard job of sneaking inside the cafeteria through the back door. He usually waits for you at a free table and ends up staying there to have dinner with you, updating you on how life has been, how school has been. Sometimes Hoseok would join you, too. Either way, you didn't mind if no one joined. It was nice to have dinner by yourself from time to time.

You get there on time to be able to grab some food, eat quietly and head out before the cafeteria gets way too busy for your liking. You slip into the shower and throw on a mini skirt, a crop top and a denim jacket, lightly fluffing your hair in the mirror and adding a dab of lip gloss to your lips before Kang is calling you to tell you he's outside your dorm. He's wearing something similar to your color palette, however, you don't make much out of it since this also wasn't really an exclusive thing and you sure as hell weren't going around telling people you and Kang had a thing going on.

To him, you two might be a thing. You've definitely overheard people talking about you two in passing.

To you though, you two definitely weren't. And it was a big fuck you to Jungkook for that.

The house is packed from end to end already, and you're surprised being that it has barely hit 10 minutes since the party was expected to take off. Kang is having to park down the hill, allowing you to hop onto his back for a quick piggy back ride up until you reach the front of the house. There's people already fucked up out on the lawn [you figured they fucked themselves over during their pre-game session cause that shit really happens from time to time], either laying there drunkily or yacking on a free patch of grass.

Gross.

Messy, indeed.

Some people are posted, smoking blunts and offering it to people who were passing by. You and Kang both pass up on it, the idea of not knowing where it has been not sitting right with you. You both head straight to the bottles, taking shots and downing mixed drinks to chase it with so that you can catch up with majority of the crowd. Kang has his arm around your shoulder throughout the night, keeping you close to him, even when he's getting pretty drunk. You realize he's a little more handsy than usual, a little more touchy than you expected him to be. It doesn't bother you for a minute, until he really tries to hike up your skirt while you sit on his lap. You gently shoo his hand away, playing it off while he nuzzles his head against your neck.

"Let's go upstairs, babe." He says, the pet name sounding incredibly off coming from him. Maybe you were drunk, maybe you really just weren't in the mood. It just didn't sound cute, if that even makes sense?

"Okay." You respond stupidly, not wanting to cause a scene at a lacrosse party. You intertwine your fingers with his as he leads the way up the stairs, eyeing the doors as they come into view. He leans forward towards each door, making sure it's clear before opening it. You assume he finally finds one that he's satisfied with when you catch the small smirk that grows at the corner of his lips when he turns the door knob and brings you inside. He pulls you into a deep, rough kiss, one that doesn't even allow you to breathe and process what the fuck is even going on. You can't get into it for the life of you, no matter how hard you try to back away. "Wait, wait."

"What's wrong, baby? Isn't this what you wanted?" He says, kissing down your neck as he drops his jacket to the floor. He gently pushes you onto the bed, his hands traveling up your skirt as you lay there trying to push him off.

"Wait, stop." He doesn't listen. He continues until his hands are literally hooking onto your panties, his finger swiping down your clothed folds. You try fighting him off, but he's way stronger than you. He continues to be aggressive, forcefully trying to shove your panties down until you muster up all the energy you have to finally push him off of you completely. "Stop!"

"What the fuck? I thought you wanted this?"

"Who the hell said that?"

"Are you serious? The way that you're dressed and the way that you look at me. The way you approached me at your friend's party - isn't it all because of this? Because you wanted me? Why are you backing out now?"

"Jesus, get over yourself." You stand, fixing your skirt back down. He furrows his brows at you before his hand grips your arm tightly, shoving you against the wall.

"The fuck, you can't just leave without giving me anything. I brought you here to this party."

"Let me go! You're fucking sick. No one even told you I wanted this to go down. I don't know who you think you are, but you need to get yourself together and stop assuming every pussy is yours to take." He attempts to pin you, his hand holding up both of your hands against the wall while the other tries to pull up your skirt. Someone accidentally opens the door, distracting him and giving you leverage to shove him off and get the fuck away. You dart down the steps, fixing your skirt as you head outside and away from the house.

Fuck, you're far from campus. And Kass and Jimin aren't around.

God.

You groan and run your hand through your hair as you continue to walk down the hill and into the neighborhood to get as far away as possible from that house and that gross ass dude. He was literally just like the rest of the basketball team. You've heard stories and they weren't nice. Looks like he was trained well already, and that shit was sad. What a waste. A beautiful human being with such a nasty, sick mindset. You hoped other girls hadn't fallen for his shit.

Ugh, it sends shivers down your spine. Bad shivers.

"Hello? Y/N?"

"Kook, can you come pick me up please?"

"Yeah, yeah. Of course. Where are you?"

"I'll drop my location. Please hurry." You say, looking back to make sure your coast was clear. You drop the pin into your text thread with Jungkook and sit on the curb until his arrival. It's getting pretty chilly out, and the denim jacket you're wearing fails to provide you with the warmth you're looking for. Sooner or later, Jungkook is pulling up, damn near hopping out before he can shift the gear into park.

"You okay? What happened?" He says, opening the door for you before rushing over to the driver's seat.

"Nothing, can we just go back to your place?" He nods silently, and doesn't press any further after hearing your tone. He watches from his peripherals how you fiddle with your fingers and constantly reach to pull your skirt down even though he doesn't think there's any other way you could pull it down even more. He watches as he parks the car on the curb in front of his apartment how you simply undo your seatbelt and hop out to walk straight into his apartment. He watches as you welcome yourself into his closet and pick out some clothes for you to change in.

You were hurt, and his blood boils thinking about who could've done this and what they could have possibly done.

I mean, no. He knows who did this, but the question was what exactly did he try?

He hears the shower turn on, then quickly get turned off after a good 5 minutes. You had stepped in for a quick body shower, using Jungkook's bodywash just to rid yourself of feeling gross. Feeling gross from being shoulder to shoulder all night long, people breathing down your neck. Kang touching you inappropriately. You slip into Jungkook's clothes, his scent wrapping around you entirely. When you head back into the room, Jungkook has his headset back on as he faces his computer, logging back onto his game of League of Legends. You silently toss your dirty clothes to the side of his room, making a mental note to grab it tomorrow morning and toss it straight into the laundry.

Straight into a fire, perhaps. But you loved those clothes so much, it was unfortunate it'd have such a horrible memory to go with it.

Jungkook slowly removes his headset again and removes himself from his game before he heads over and sits on the edge of his bed. You simply look at him, pursing your lips tightly together to prevent yourself from crying.

But he can tell.

"What happened Y/N?" The question triggers you, making you cry into your hands as he sits there, dumbfounded and worried at how he can fix this and make you feel better. "Look, you don't have to tell me all the details but please tell me how I can help. At least tell me if I need to beat Kang's ass." He says, pulling you into his arms.

"He tried to fucking take advantage of me." You mumble as you remove your face from your hands.

"He did what?" He manages to ask even though he has a hard time swallowing the lump that formed in his throat. He already assumed you had placed him in the same category as Kang even though he never intended to take advantage of you. He really took that night as something special [even drunk], and he never meant to make you feel like you were a used object. Not like Kang.

"He-he," You sniffed. "He tried to force me into having sex with him. He took me upstairs at that lacrosse guy's party or whoever the hell it even was, and he started to aggressively kiss me. And then he tried to force my panties down and touch me there, and—"

"Okay, please don't go on or else I'll literally go over there and tear his ass apart right now. I promise you." He says sternly, his jaw clenching tightly. "God, fuck. I'm so sorry Y/N. I can't apologize on his behalf but fuck, you didn't deserve that." He uses his sweater to wipe your tears.

"I don't even know why I'm crying, this shit isn't even worth it." You groaned. "It's just overwhelming to process, I guess."

"That's okay." He says, letting out a sigh as he brushes his hand through your hair and continues to wipe the stragglers falling from your eyes. "Anything I can get you right now?"

"No, I'm probably just gonna go to bed." He nods. "Thank you for picking me up."

"Of course. You know I'll always be there." He says. You slip yourself into his sheets, watching as he makes his way back to his desk. But fuck, the only thing you needed right now was him. You didn't want this distance anymore, and you just wanted to be comforted in true Jungkook fashion.

"Wait."

"Hm?" He hums as he has a hand placed on the head of his chair while he turns to you.

"Can you just lay with me?"

"Yeah." He says, shutting off his computer before making his way over to you in the dark. You feel him slip in next to you, his arm snaking around your shoulders so he can pull you close and onto his chest. "Better?"

"Yeah." You say, shutting your eyes as you listen to his heart beat.

"Y/N."

"Yeah?"

"I never meant to take advantage of you, or make you feel like I used you that one night." Silence. "It was dumb of me, but I just— I had trouble coming to terms with my feelings. I was scared that you wouldn't feel the same way, but I thought fuck it, at least you would know, right?"

"What are you talking about, Kook?" You ask, close to a whisper.

"I'm saying that I really fucking like you, Y/N. No, that's not right." He curses himself. "I-I uh, I'm in love with you. And I don't know if I messed this up already with the way I acted, god I hope not, but you at least deserve to know that I truly do value you and that you mean alot to me. That night, even though we were pretty plastered, it meant a lot to me. It was more than just sex and I'm sure you felt that too." He waits for your response as his fingers rake through your hair. "Please say something, anything."

"I feel the same way, Jungkook. You're an idiot for running off, but I couldn't even stay mad at you. You just know how to hit my soft spots and I can never say no to it. Can never turn my back on it." He presses a kiss against the top of your head.

"Fuck, I'm really glad to hear that cause I don't know what I would have done besides cry if you rejected me." You playfully hit his chest.

"You're annoying." You jokingly say as you chuckle.

"I'm sorry. I really am. I never wanted to hurt you."

"It's okay." You look up to press your lips against his before laying back down.

"And Kang better be fucking glad you're pressed against my body right now because I'm still looking to beat his ass."

"He's not even worth it." Is the last thing you say before you find yourself drifting into a deep sleep, in the comfort of Jungkook's arms.

"You two feeling okay? Nervous?" You and Jungkook shake your heads. "Good, you guys got this. You've been looking amazing during practice, the audience will love you two, no doubt. Just remember to show emotions through expressions and hit every beat sharply." Hoseok nods in unison with the both of you.

"Got it, thanks Hobi." You smile at him toothlessly. You and Jungkook patiently waited for your turn backstage, the talent show already off to a wild and fun start. So many students came by to showcase their talents - from beatboxing, open mic, freestyling [like Yoongi did], dancing, singing, you name it. It was always a fun time at the talent show, and it was always nice to see people getting love for the shit they loved to do.

"You're up next." Hoseok says. "I'll be in the front row. Kick ass and have fun!" He says as he rushes off towards the opposite end to head back out to his seat in the theater.

"Ready?" Jungkook holds out his hand for you to take.

"I think so." You playfully respond as the backstage crew is rushing out the previous talent and rushing you two in to take your places on stage. The lights pick up as soon as the music starts, Kang's big ass head already in full view for you. He's definitely not smiling, no, he has a look of pure disgust because he simply couldn't get what he wanted from you.

And boy, who's fault was that? Not yours, no sir. It was his fault for thinking he had it like that.

But anyways, you're feeling the music, you're feeling the piece because you're dancing with your bestfriend and there wasn't this grey area anymore. It was easier to get into the motions, to get into the feeling, especially when things felt right between the two of you.

And God, what else is more attractive than Jeon Jungkook hitting his 8 counts so smoothly, with just enough umph to make it pop but make it pop cleanly.

Yo, please. I beg. Send some help. You could literally melt on stage.

The moments where Jungkook has to be close to you, where he has to touch you - you let him, and you touch him with meaning. You don't stray away this time because you have no reason to. The crowd is cheering, lots of 'ou's' and 'aw's' erupting from various places in the theater.

"Pretty lady." Jungkook whispers in your ear as the move requires his hands to be placed on your hips for a quick moment. You hear him slightly singing along to the song as he parts from you, causing you to blush.

Sooner or later, the couple piece is over and the song is transitioning to Jimin's piece, you and Jungkook rushing off the stage so the next group can take their positions. Jimin wanted to test his limits, creating a piece a little different than his usual taste - Chris Brown's Came to Do begins blaring through the theater speakers. You immediately jump into Jungkook's arms once you both reach backstage, the both of you immensely happy and pumped that you got through the piece without messing up one step or beat. It went so smoothly that Hoseok was standing in the front row, clapping and cheering in typical Hoseok fashion. You intertwine your fingers with his, slipping through the side door to catch Jimin's piece on stage. You and Jungkook are cheering them on, always impressed by the shit your friends can come up with. You both loved dancing, but you couldn't even imagine coming up with your own pieces to teach people.

That night after the show, everyone heads to a nearby restaurant for dinner with everyone. You all take up almost an entire section of the restaurant, splitting two long tables to accommodate the entire group with doubled the waitresses to take your orders. You settle for water, splitting an abnormally huge and filled deep dish pizza with Jimin, Kass and Jungkook. It was a good day, a good night, everyone at the table happily eating and chatting it up over dinner. You turn down any drinks because to be honest, drinks lowkey make you queasy just from the thought of how much you drank at Jungkook's apartment, plus the added bonus of that party Kang took you to. Jungkook declines as well, knowing he has to drive you back safely.

Jimin and Kass head back to the apartment because Yoongi says he's gonna hang out with Joon And Hoseok for a bit, and they warn you and Jungkook that things may get loud so the both of you decide to really stick to the plan of bringing you back to the dorm. Jungkook does his usual routine of dropping you off first before finding parking around campus. You hop in the shower and come out in Jungkook's oversized crewneck that he left in your closet, forgoing the shorts because you certainly thing that at this point, he'd love to see you in his sweater and panties.

And he does. He smiles as he pulls you close, his hands traveling up your sweater, only to find out that you literally don't have shit on besides some cute little boyshorts. He feels himself hardening in his pants quick because he's incredibly attracted to you and everything about you, always has been, always will be.

"You did amazing tonight." He says, gently kissing your forehead.

"You did too, partner." He gives you a slightly shocked look.

"Is that all I am to you? Your dance partner?"

"Yeah, why? Were you expecting more?" You joke as you smile up at him.

"Yeah, I was."

"Oh?" He gently swoops you up into his arms, your legs wrapped tightly around his torso as he sits you on the bed, his hands resting on your thighs while you continued to hold him around the neck. "Care to tell me what you were expecting?"

"Well, you know, my best friend—" He presses a kiss against your lips, thumbs gently rubbing circles against your hips. "My girlfriend."

"Hm, say that again?" Your fingers are gently playing with the ends of his hair, your lips barely grazing his.

"My girlfriend." He says closed to a whisper, kissing you softly. The kiss deepens quick, Jungkook's tongue lining your bottom lip as his way of asking for permission to take it further. You gladly take it and let him in, your tongues instantly fighting for dominance. Your fingers travel up his hair, tugging ever so slightly just to let him know you want more. That you need more.

And he gets that.

His fingers hook onto the band of your boyshorts, tugging them down and letting them fall down your legs and onto the floor. He breaks the kiss momentarily, his brown, puppy dog eyes looking straight into yours.

"Hey." He says, brushing the hair out of your face.

"Hm?"

"I know I said the last time was special, and it was. It is." He corrects himself. "But, I wanna do right by you this time around. So, is it okay if I keep going? Are you comfortable?" He asks properly, since the two of you are both sober and perfectly coherent, aware of your surroundings and the fact that you'll be seeing each other fully naked in a few minutes.

"Yes." You respond. "Yes, I want you to keep going. I want you. This." He simply nods, bringing his lips back onto yours. His hands climb up your sweater and gently gives your breasts a good squeeze, earning a small moan from the both of you. His other hand begins to travel down to your pussy, two long fingers slowly probing your entrance and causing your breathing to hitch.

"You okay?" He asks lowly. You nod, biting onto your bottom lip as you tilt your head back and rest on your hands, no longer able to keep up with the kiss due to all the pleasure starting to pile up deep in your core. Jungkook starts of slow, his head now buried into the crook of your neck as he works his digits upward, tickling at the right spot.

"Ohhhh, Kook." You mewl as his tongue swipes across the surface of your neck, biting gently beneath your jaw. He begins to pick up the pace, the sounds of him finger fucking you filling up the room entirely.

"Fuck, you're so wet baby." He groans into your neck.

"I'm gonna cum." You whine, teeth almost piercing through your bottom lip in between your whimpers.

"Need to taste you." He removes his fingers and sinks down in between your thighs, gripping onto them and pulling you just a teensy bit more off the edge of the bed so he can get a good angle. The sight of his eyes looking up at you in between your legs is to die for, and the sight alone is enough to make you cum. But, you hold on, you ride out for a little longer - feeling Jungkook's tongue swipe in and out of your folds before he's sucking endlessly on your clit.

"Ahhh, fuck, wait, Jungkook!" He slightly smiles while eating you out, signaling that he's not stopping even if you beg him to. "Hnnng—shit!" You moan loudly as you feel yourself toppling over the edge, your body shaking in Jungkook's grip. You twitch every time he continues to suck gently on your sensitive nub, letting you ride out the rest of your high. He comes back up to your lips, the taste of your own cum lingering on it as you kiss him deeply.

"You taste so good." He says, back to twirling your nipples in between his fingers.

"Wanna feel you." You fiddle with his jeans, undoing his belt and sliding the rest down as much as you could. Jungkook gets out of his shirt and tosses it aside before helping get the sweater above your head. His eyes glow at the sight of your bare body in front of him, wanting to do nothing but please you and please you well.

"God, you're so perfect." He places kisses down your collarbone, to the surface of your breasts before quickly swirling his tongue around your perked buds. You moan as you tug down onto his boxer briefs, immediately stroking his hardened member while he tended to you. Jungkook was a fucking beauty himself - his soft hair, his perfectly toned body, his long 'thick in all the right places' dick.

"Please." You plead. "I want you inside of me." You whimper, causing Jungkook's breathing to hitch when you slightly tighten your grip at the base of his shaft. He gently pushes your hand aside to take over, lining himself up at your entrance. He inserts the tip, watching your eyes roll to the back of the head as he slowly sinks into you.

"Mmmmmgod." He moans. "So tight for me, baby. So fucking wet and tight." He repeats, close to a growl. Your moaning begins to pick up, matching the pace of his thrusting. You're still on the edge of the bed, Jungkook keeping you steady by gripping your thighs tightly. He marvels at the sight of your titties bouncing up and down with every thrust, hissing and shutting his eyes momentarily to keep himself grounded and to prevent himself from coming too quickly. Cause god, he can literally blow any second now.

"Jungggggkooook, yessssss!" You moan loudly, whining even at this point with how good he feels fucking into you at such a fast pace. You're feeling slightly sore already from him hammering into you, but nonetheless, it builds more pleasure for you and you want nothing but to reach your high again. "I-I'm coming!" Jungkook moans in unison with you when he feels your walls pulsating against his cock.

"Such a good girl for me." He says, slowing his pace. The creamy sounds of Jungkook's cock slipping inside and out is music to the both of your ears. He finally gains the courage to remove himself, sitting next to your spot on the edge of the bed and pulling you onto his lap. You swing a leg over, your hands resting on the nape of his neck while you sink yourself lower onto his length. Your mouth opens to let out a moan, but the best you can do is let out a hiss. It feels too fucking good that you can't even process it thoroughly. Jungkook pushes your lips down onto his by grabbing your neck, his other hand guiding the movement of your hips as you roll into him.

"Mmmggg—Jungkook." You whimper in between kisses. "You feel so fucking good, god. You're gonna make me cum again."

"Yeah, cum for me. Cum all over me. It's yours." He grunts, his hands guiding you to work him faster. Your movements are getting sloppier, and you feel your wetness starting to coat his pelvis. He doesn't give a fuck though, and neither do you. This shit feels too good for you to worry about the mess you're making on him.

"Cum with me please." He moans at the sound of you whispering into his ear.

"Faster, baby." He says, almost making you cry at how awfully close you are to unraveling. You tug onto his hair, your head buried deep into his neck as you try and suck onto the surface, trying to find an outlet, some kind of release, until you let go. You suck harshly as you coat his cock with your cum, leaving a purple mark right at the base of his neck. You continue to ride out your high, rolling your hips sloppily as Jungkook finally lets himself go, his moan bouncing off of your walls as his seed fills you up warmly.

You stay in your position, slowly raising your head to cup his cheeks and kiss him deeply once more.

"Fuck, I love you." He says slightly pulling away.

"I love you too." You giggle.

"Didn't actually need any drinks to do this now, did we?" Jungkook jokes, softly pinching your hip.

"Shut up."

"Damn, you both couldn't even at least try to be quiet?!" Jimin yells from outside the door.

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