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Birthday Part 3: Dinner

~5k words, Nayeon smut, male reader

The gentle chime of a notification stole your attention as you tapped away on your phone, looking for inspiration. Allegedly, Sana had your gift waiting back at her apartment. It was a bit reassuring to know she didn’t actually forget your existence, but you still had one stop to make first before addressing your irrational worries.

As soon as you entered Nayeon and Momo's apartment, your nose was pleasantly surprised by those delectable fumes that you knew all too well. The smell intensified as you moved further inside the flat, forcing your mouth to water.

“This smells absolutely divine,” you announced as you finally walked up to the kitchen where you found Momo juggling multiple pans. She dropped the little wooden utensil she was stirring with into a pot and turned on her heels.

“You made it,” she cheered while launching her arms to the roof. “Happy birthday!”

Without hesitation you stepped up to her, hugging her tightly and lifting her off her feet.

“Of course I made it,” you spun her around playfully, relishing in the joyful squeals escaping her mouth. “Is there anything I can help you with?” you mumbled into her shoulder, just now taking in the sweet perfume she wore as your nose pressed into her, swaying back and forth with her in your arms.

“You could start by letting me down,” she answered pragmatically.

“I don’t want to,” you whined as you put her down carefully. “Really though, need help?”

“Nope!” she replied cheerily while turning back to the pot and resuming her stirring. “Actually, go ahead and set the table, it’s almost ready.”

Ignoring her suggestion, you stepped up behind her and wrapped your arms around her waist, resting your chin on her shoulder.

“What if I’d rather just hold you?”

“That’s fine,” she giggled. “It’s your birthday after all, but I do need you to pass me that spoon then.”

After giving her a quick kiss on the cheek, you let go of her and handed her the spoon before leaning against the countertop.

“Where’s Nayeon? Wasn’t she supposed to be back by now?” you asked, watching as Momo worked.

“She said to eat without her, she’s running late,” Momo replied, her cheery demeanor disappearing for a brief moment before returning as she held a spoonful of broth up for you to taste. “Poor girl is working late every night it feels like.”

“I know, I kinda felt bad taking the day off, but she insisted,” you leaned forward and opened your mouth. “Mmm,” you gasped as the hot broth entered your mouth, nearly burning your tongue. “That’s delicious, way spicier than I expected.”

“You like spicy,” Momo smiled proudly to herself, turning back to the pot. “Don’t feel bad, you’ve been with her every single day, she’ll survive one without you.”

“Of course she’ll survive, I just want to make sure she has support.”

“She has a lot of support, stop worrying,” Momo said as she turned off the burner. “What about you and Sana? How does she feel about you spending almost all your time with Nayeon?”

“She understands.”

“Does she understand even when you’re too tired to go back home and end up spending the night here?” Momo continued, pulling dishes out of the cabinet as she spoke.

“She… did she say something to you?” you asked while accepting the two bowls Momo handed you. “Where’s this coming from?”

“It’s nothing like that,” Momo clarified, leaning over and pecking you on the cheek. “I’m just asking. In case you forgot, Sana is one of my best friends”

“I believe her,” you walked the bowls over to the table. “Plus, she knows I’m the one who ends up sleeping alone in a bed while you two share, we usually end up video calling.”

“Ew, I’m washing my sheets,” Momo scrunched her face. “I don’t wanna hear about that, not about my own bed.”

“We don’t do anything like that,” you laughed, taking the next dish from her hands. “Also, seriously, as if your bed is a sacred place,” you added with a roll of your eyes.

“It’s different when it’s with me,” Momo scoffed while scooping rice into two smaller bowls.

“Right, because we’ve totally never also had other girls in your bed with us,” you chuckled, picking up a dish of kimchi.

“Is that what you want tonight? I’m sure it can be arranged,” she asked in her sultry, teasing voice.

“Slow down there tiger,” you sat down at the table. “How about we start with dinner?”

“I can be your dinner,” Momo whispered as she took a seat across from you, flashing her seductive eyes in your direction.

“In that case why don’t we head straight to your bedroom?”

“No wait, I’m joking,” Momo quickly dropped the act to focus on the real priority at hand. “I put way too much effort into this meal to waste it.”

“It looks amazing,” you took a whiff of the stew. “Thanks for all this, you really didn’t have to go through all the trouble, you know I would have been perfectly happy with something simple or takeout.”

“I wanted to!” Momo smiled as she started pouring broth into her bowl. “I tried some new things this time, so I hope you still like it.”

“In my experience, I’m usually a huge fan of when you try new things,” you smirked while filling your own bowl.

“Good, because lately I’ve been practicing.”

“Practicing?” you repeated, holding your spoon up to your mouth. “With whom?”

The conversation was interrupted by the clicking of the front door.

“I’m home!” Nayeon announced, walking up and basically falling onto you. “Happy birthday cutie,” she sighed as she hugged you from the side before she gave you a soft kiss on the cheek.

“Thanks, how was today? Did they fix the-”

“Not now,” she shushed you, bringing a finger to your lips. “We’ll talk about work stuff later,” she added before leaning forward and planting another kiss on your cheek. “And I hope you saved some for me,” Nayeon added while turning over to Momo.

“Of course,” Momo smiled up at Nayeon, her eyes twinkling.

What happened next was unexpected to say the least. Nayeon bent over, tilted her head slightly, and pressed her lips against Momo’s mouth. The two of them began kissing; it wasn’t a little playful peck, it was full-blown making out. You watched in awe as Nayeon grabbed Momo’s face with her hands while Momo reached up and grabbed Nayeon’s waist.

They kept on kissing, ignoring the fact that you were right there. You had never seen them do this before, and you frankly didn’t know how to react. As shocking as it was, it was also incredibly sexy, but your mind was too confused to truly appreciate the scene. It felt like an eternity before they finally stopped and Nayeon stood back up.

“I’m going to take a quick shower,” Nayeon said casually as she walked away. “Can you send birthday boy into my room after you’re done eating? I have a present for him.”

“Sure,” Momo answered indifferently as she returned her attention to the food. “Are you not joining us?”

“I’ll eat later, I’m not particularly hungry,” Nayeon replied.

After Nayeon’s door slammed shut, you sat there staring at Momo.

“What’s up?” she asked after noticing your staring.

“What’s up? Are we not going to talk about what just happened?”

“Huh, what do you mean?” Momo asked before scooping a spoonful of rice into her mouth.

“You just… you and Nayeon… hello?”

“Chaeyoung’s also in that one,” Momo commented nonchalantly while sipping on the broth.

“What?”

“Hello we up run this city yo-”

“Momo really, what just happened?”

“What, the kiss? That’s nothing, just a bit of friendliness.”

“Friendliness?!” your eyebrows shot up. “That wasn’t friendliness, that was more like ‘what are we naming our kids’ territory.”

“Are you jealous or something? Come here, we can kiss as well,” she pouted her lips playfully.

“Momo…” you chuckled. “Is there something I should know about going on?”

“It’s not that serious,” she began laughing. “I’ve just been doing some extra stuff for her to help her relax after all these long days.”

“Wow.”

“Even if it was serious, how come you’re fine with Mina and Chae, but when it’s me and Nayeon it’s an issue all of a sudden.”

“First of all, it’s not an issue at all,” you clarified. “Secondly, Mina and Chae don’t kiss like that.”

Momo raised an eyebrow at you.

“Do they?”

“Really?” Momo giggled. “If Chae didn’t like living with those two so badly, Mina would have moved in with her by now.”

“Is it really that serious?”

“No, I’m kidding,” Momo giggled again. “Since there’s only one of you to go around, sometimes we just pretend to be extra romantic with each other, it’s all just for fun.”

“Extra romantic for fun…” you repeated while contemplating. “That could be an interesting premise for a TTT.”

“Are you thinking about work right now?” Momo scolded you, giving your shins a light kick.

“Sorry, you’re right, I should be focused on this phenomenal meal.”

“That’s right,” Momo smiled to herself.

You reached across the table and grabbed her hand, leaving her with a shocked face reminiscent of a deer in headlights as she looked up at you.

“Seriously, it’s delicious. Thank you again for the thousandth time,” you said sincerely.

“It’s… it’s the least I could do,” Momo stammered as the rosiness crept up into her cheeks.

Her slender fingers gave your hand a little squeeze before letting go, leaving her staring at the food spread in front of her. The two of you finished the meal in mostly silence, conversing over mundane topics of little interest to you; all you truly cared about was spending time with Momo.

Every time you got the opportunity to sit down and have a one on one with her, you were reminded of just how much you enjoy her company. With the hectic nature of your careers and the juggling of all the members, sometimes you found yourself trying to make excuses to spend more time with Momo alone.

Whether it was those late nights watching Netflix when Nayeon would pass out, or giving her company at the offices when she would come to visit. Momo always managed to make your heart beat just a little bit quicker. Nayeon would record her songs while you would spend time watching Momo dance, single handedly being her entire audience.

“I know I’ve already said it, but that was delightful,” you commented as you scraped the final bit of rice out of your bowl.

“Any time,” Momo smiled peacefully.

“Maybe I should spend the evening here more often.”

“Hey, don’t forget that you have a girl who waits for you every night.”

“That’s true,” you agreed, silently feeling less upset about Sana not being there this morning. “She’s a special girl.”

Momo suddenly stood up and began stacking the empty dishes.

“Nayeon’s probably done showering, I can clean up.”

“I’ll help.”

“No, you don’t have to,” Momo said curtly before carrying the dishes to the kitchen.

Once again, you ignored her instructions, and picked up the remaining plates and cups.

“I said you didn’t have to do that,” Momo said without looking back as she began dropping the dishes in the sink.

“I know” you said as you placed the dishes in the sink before turning off the tap.

“It’s going to be difficult to wash these if you do that.”

“You’re not washing dishes right now,” you whispered into her ear from behind as you slid your hands around her waist.

As your hands moved toward her chest, you quickly discovered that she wasn't wearing a bra. You began to gently squeeze Momo's plush mounds as you admired her flawless form.

“Then what am I doing right now?” Momo asked.

“Not dishes.”

Your palm grazed against Momo's firm core as it moved down her body.

“Not tonight,” Momo whispered quietly.

“What’s wrong?” you asked while standing up straight and immediately pulling your arms away. Before you could let go of her completely, she grabbed your hands and kept them placed on her waist. “Momo?”

“Hold me.”

There was a tension to her voice, one you couldn’t quite comprehend, but you satisfied her request and wrapped your arms around her stomach once again. While squeezing her gently enough to where you could feel each and every breath she took, you leaned your face into the back of her neck.

That sweet scent she wore was addicting; your mind stood no chance. It wasn’t entirely clear what she wanted, yet the way her hands softly wrapped around yours was enough to make you want to hold on forever. Holding Momo forever didn’t sound that bad in your head - the logistics of how that would work hardly mattered.

“Everything alright?” you asked quietly, giving her a quick squeeze.

“Yeah,” she mumbled back. “You should go to Nayeon, I’m probably going to bed.”

“You sure?”

“Positive.”

“If something was wrong, you’d tell me, right?”

Momo turned around in your arms and faced you with a smile - one that you could see right through.

“Absolutely.”

“Is that offer still up for grabs?” you inquired.

“Offer?” she asked with a confused tilt of her head.

You pouted your lips playfully which earned a heavy exhale from Momo alongside a genuine smile. She leaned forward and pecked you on the lips before beginning to walk away.

“Goodnight.”

“Momo,” you grabbed her hand and pulled her back.

She spun around, tripping just enough for her to fall into your embrace in the most drama-esque ridiculousness. Her hands landed on your chest, catching her fall, while you wrapped one arm around her body to support her. That direct eye contact sent epinephrine coursing through your veins. Your heart rate elevated, and a warmth flooded into your core, proliferating throughout your limbs.

Without saying a word, you leaned into her until your noses gently brushed. For just a second, you held yourself right in front of her before she angled her face enough to press her lips against yours. Her soft lips squished against yours as she kissed you, her breath entering your mouth.

It was intoxicating. Addicting to the point where you didn’t even notice your hand subconsciously sliding down and resting on her lower back. You were too immersed in the kiss - a proper kiss. The emotion could be felt all the way to your fingertips and toes, that warmth in your core burning throughout every segment of your body.

After the kiss finally ended, the two of you stood there in silence with your foreheads gently touching. You became acutely aware of where your hand traveled and subtly moved it back up to her waist, but she was unbothered by it. Her deep breaths were steady, telling a story in their own way, a plot you followed closely.

“Goodnight,” you whispered, leaning back and using your free hand to push her hair out of her face.

Momo nodded silently before turning around and slowly walking to her room. She paused in her door frame for a second as if she was considering options, showing you her side profile before making her decision, disappearing behind the shut door, leaving you alone in the kitchen with your thoughts.

—

“No way this is for me.”

“It is!”

“Seriously?”

“Alright, no it’s not,” Nayeon laughed before pausing the song. “It just turned out to be a cute coincidence.”

“I knew you weren’t that sweet,” you teased, giving her ribs a playful little poke.

“Hey now, I wouldn’t be too quick to say that,” Nayeon replied while batting your hand away. “This one actually was inspired by you.”

“I’m not sure I can trust you.”

“Are you calling Sana a liar?” Nayeon smirked before switching the song.

My eyes, your eyes, let’s go.

Your confusion was quickly erased after hearing the next line as you recalled Sana’s reference back in Oakland. The melody was amazing, it sounded so comforting to your ears - and the lyrics were painfully catchy.

“Baby I just wanna be your lover,” you quietly sang along while Nayeon proudly watched your reaction. “Nayeon, this is amazing.”

“I’m glad you like it,” she sighed, unable to hide her nerves. “I’m not worried about the other tracks though, it’s the choreo that’s still stressing me out.”

“Pop pop pop,” you muttered while flipping your hands around.

Nayeon gave you an odd look as you butchered the choreography before the two of you burst out laughing. She lowered the volume a little and extended her hand for you to join her on the bed. As soon as you took her hand, she tugged you onto her while she lay on her back. Her bathrobe slipped open to reveal her chest, but she didn't appear to mind at all.

“You’re going to be fine,” you whispered while resting your cheek on her chest, her right breast directly in front of you.

“I’m glad at least one of us is confident,” she sighed while stroking the back of your head absentmindedly.

“I’ve seen you practicing,” you said while reaching your hand up to her breast and cupping it, letting the bathrobe fall completely. “You’ve nailed every part other than the gang signs.”

“Gang signs?” Nayeon laughed while you began squeezing her tit. “Is that what they are?”

“How else would you describe them?” you chuckled, playing with her nipple between your fingers. “I already know that part’s going to be all over TikTok.”

“Oh great,” she said sarcastically.

“I know filming a hundred dance challenges is exhausting,” you responded while rubbing your hand in circles. “Thanks for being a good sport about it.”

“They’re not too bad, honestly,” she yawned loudly. “Exhausting, yes, but at least it’s an excuse to spend some time with idol friends.”

��Tired?” you asked as your hand left her breast and slid down her body to her thigh, giving it a light massage.

“Very,” she yawned again. “What did the others end up doing? I didn’t get a chance to read the whole group chat, all I know about is Dahyun’s and Momo’s plans.”

“We had a bit of fun together,” you answered while untying the half-removed bathrobe and fully tossing it open.

You began to rub your hand between Nayeon’s thighs, sliding upwards until your fingers grazed her intimate bits.

“Wait,” Nayeon grabbed your wrist. “It’s your birthday, let me-”

“Oh shush,” you turned your face into her and took her left tit into your mouth.

At the same time, you slowly slipped your fingers up and down her slit, pausing each time to press down against her clit. You sucked on her left nipple until it was fully erect before releasing it from your lips with a wet pop.

The hand you had between her legs kept moving up and down, teasing her entrance as you moved your face over to her right tit. Your other hand replaced your mouth on her left tit, squeezing it softly, flicking at her taut nipple.

Just as you took her breast into your mouth, you slowly eased your middle finger into her pussy at the same time. She moaned gently, completely relaxed to your touch. Nayeon’s natural lubricant made slipping in easy, and you wasted no time before slipping your ring finger in as well.

“Birthday or not, I’m still in charge of taking care of you,” you said while admiring the shine of your saliva on Nayeon’s tits. “Fast? Slow? What kind of mood are we in tonight?”

“Slow,” Nayeon moaned, eyes closed, head pressing into the mattress.

“Slow it is,” you smiled at her before following her request, gently moving your fingers back and forth in her pussy, going all the way down to the knuckle.

Even with Nayeon’s exceptional wetness, tonight she was tighter than usual. It was almost like you could feel the stress and tension she was under through her pussy. You put full effort in your movements, trying your absolute best to make it feel good for her.

“Nayeon sweetie, relax,” you whispered, leaning closer to her face and giving her a quick kiss on the lips.

Her breathing began to calm down, the muscles in her pussy throbbing gently with your touch. Her pussy didn’t loosen up much, but her contorted facial expression converted into one displaying more satisfaction.

“That’s better,” you gently encouraged her, curling your fingers inside her slightly.

“Mmmmmhh,” she moaned out. “That’s nice, keep… that…”

Your fingers kept moving while you made your way down her body, pausing briefly to kiss her tummy. Her lower body began to squirm, and you could see her back start to arch towards the roof.

As your mouth approached her pussy, you gave your lips a quick lick before pressing them against her crotch. You loved her taste. The freshness of her just-showered skin, the subtle scent of her products, the lust emanating from her pussy. Eating Nayeon out was the best gift.

Her pussy made your mind go numb. The slight tang of her fluids had your tastebuds overwhelmed, you even removed your fingers so that you could focus entirely on licking her thoroughly. It went on for a while, longer than it usually took for Nayeon to cum, when you decided you wanted more.

With your hands on the back of her thighs, you pushed her legs up, knees to her chest. You ran your tongue down her slit one last time before going lower, kissing her on the way down. Once you were face to face with her tight little asshole, you gently pressed your mouth against the entrance.

“Oh,” Nayeon moaned softly while reaching one hand down between her legs, rubbing her pussy.

It wasn’t until you pushed your tongue past the tightness of her little asshole when you felt her hand grab your hair. She began guiding you, treating your hair like reins, making you pleasure her in exactly the way she desired. It was working, you could feel her body begin trembling.

At some point you noticed you had lowered your own pants and began gently stroking yourself. Truthfully, you don’t even remember when it happened, you were too distracted with Nayeon’s body. She was riding the edge of her orgasm - you knew she was close.

Finally, you removed your mouth from her body and straightened your body. She looked up at you, eyes begging for what you were about to give her. She needed to get fucked by you in this moment, there was nothing else she could think about. You positioned yourself between her legs, pressing down the insides of her thighs to spread them wider.

First you went deep into her pussy, making her exhale softly. The soft warmth of her pussy felt amazing, and this was just the warm up. You fucked her gently for a bit, but you could see the gears turning in her head, you could see she was getting desperate for you to take her in another way.

As you withdrew your cock from her warm pussy, her wetness making your shaft glisten, Nayeon pulled her knees together slightly. You pushed her legs up this time, lifting her butt off the bed slightly, giving you the perfect angle into her ass. Carefully, you pushed your tip into her tight little asshole. Once it was in, you threw away any considerations of tenderness and shoved your cock balls deep into her ass.

Nayeon inhaled sharply, squinting her eyes for a moment before relaxing and slowly exhaling through her mouth. You could see her pussy leaking before you, even without any thrusting. Once you were satisfied that she was alright, you began moving your hips back and forth. It was slow, but not gentle. Each time you pushed your cock into her, you made sure she took the entire length.

“Fuck,” Nayeon moaned after one excessively rough slam. “Faster…” she added in a whisper.

You leaned forward, pressing the back of her knees to press her femur against her chest, squishy her soft thigh gently. The new position let you go just a bit deeper, perfect for what you were about to do.

Then you began fucking Nayeon relentlessly. Her mouth shot open, silently screaming as her hands gripped the bed sheets until her knuckles went white. That orgasm she had been on the edge of for so long as approaching rapidly now - you could feel it coming.

Her asshole was squeezing your cock unbearably hard now, and her pussy was flowing freely. It was magnificent, you could see her physically losing control the harder you went. After just a few finals thrusts, her pussy shot up like a fountain. She couldn’t stay silent, she let out a loud shriek before panting heavily, pulse after pulse of pleasure running through her body.

Normally you’d slow down, let her ride out the orgasm gently, but you were nearing your own. You kept fucking her, roughly, and it was blatantly obvious that she was enjoying it. Her cries of pleasure continued, her orgasm continued, her pleasure continued.

Then it finally hit you. You could feel your own orgasm rapidly approaching, but you suddenly went over the edge without warning. The warm cum erupting from your cock began filling Nayeon’s tight asshole, the numbing pleasure finally becoming too much for you to handle.

The thrusting had to stop, the sensory overload was too much. Your body couldn’t handle any more stimulation as you lay there, balls deep in Nayeon’s asshole, pumping her gently until you had no more cum to give. You fell forward, falling between her legs as she quickly spread them, making room for you.

Your mouths connected and your cock slipped out of her asshole. The two of you kissed passionately, Nayeon telling you how much she enjoyed what just happened without speaking a single word. She had a way of expressing herself in times like this, a way that you could understand so well.

The last thing you could remember was the feeling of Nayeon’s soft lips against yours before you passed out.

—

“Good morning.”

“Morning,” you groaned, rubbing your eyes before launching your body up. “Morning? Oh shit, Sana…”

“Under normal circumstances a girl would be pissed if her man woke up after sleeping with her and said another girl’s name,” Nayeon chuckled.

“I need to go,” you panicked, looking around the room for your pants.

“Calm down, you only slept for an hour,” Nayeon grabbed your wrist as you tried standing up.

“Holy shit, don’t scare me like that,” you scolded her before sitting on the edge of the bed with your face in your hands.

“I’m sowwy’,” Nayeon cooed into your ear from behind as she wrapped her arms around your chest. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“It’s really not your fault,” you replied, turning slightly to give her a kiss on the cheek. “I just know she’s waiting for me, I didn’t want to disappoint her.”

“If she knew the first words out of your mouth when you woke up included her name, I’m sure she’d be far from disappointed,” Nayeon giggled. “You really care for her, everyone can see that no matter how hard you try to hide your relationship.”

“We’re not hiding it-”

“But you’re intentionally not flaunting it,” Nayeon interjected. “The girls won’t say it, but some of them definitely appreciate it.”

“I…” you began. “Sometimes I feel like this isn’t right.”

“Which part?” Nayeon asked, joining you on the edge of the bed and handing you your pants.

“I don’t really know how to explain it, but it just feels a bit wrong committing to one girl knowing…”

“That some of us also have feelings for you?” Nayeon finished your thought.

“Yeah…” you confirmed. “I know it’s an open relationship and all, but still…”

“I think you should ask yourself if you’re happy,” Nayeon said gently, resting a hand on your thigh. “If you’re happy with this arrangement, then it’s your right.”

“Of course I’m happy, I really do love Sana, but…”

“You think you might have feelings for someone else?”

“How do you-”

“I’m not stupid,” Nayeon smiled. “This might come as a shocker to you, but I do talk to the girls from time to time.”

“So what should I do?”

“You’re going to have to figure that out yourself, and until you know what you truly want, I don’t see any reason for you to make any drastic changes,” Nayeon suggested calmly. “You clearly still have feelings for Sana, as long as the two of you are on the same page I don’t see why you need to change anything.”

“Is it fair to the others, though?” you asked hesitantly.

“It’ll never be easy,” Nayeon responded cautiously. “The nature of your job… complicates… things. It makes sense that you have feelings for some of the girls, and it makes sense that they develop feelings for you.”

“God, I must sound so stupid right now,” you chuckled meekly. “I should just be grateful for what I have, shouldn’t I?"

“You’re not stupid,” Nayeon reassured you. “Your job basically made this inevitable, but as long as you’re honest about what you do, I think the ten of us will be able to get through whatever happens.”

“It must be so difficult for the members who have started to develop feelings, knowing that I’m still sleeping with their friends.”

“You’re right.”

“Nayeon…” you turned to stare into her eyes, noticing now they weren’t dry.

“Don’t apologize,” Nayeon whispered, wiping her eyes clean. “I did for a moment, but not anymore.”

“I didn’t mean to-”

“I said don’t apologize,” Nayeon cut you off before standing up. “But you should really go see Sana, like you said, she’s waiting for you.”

You stood up as well, standing right in front of her.

“Are you alright?”

“I’m perfect,” she smiled at you. “Really, those feelings are gone, this is just a mutually beneficial, if not somewhat unorthodox, agreement between two adults.”

Hearing that would have probably hurt if you believed a word she just said.

“Have a good night, Nayeon.”

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A/N:

Huh, how long has it been since I updated this story? I hope I have the time to keep working on it because I have SO MANY PLANS. I've also become a bit more sappy, so I think I might be releasing some more emotional chapters with less smut? We'll see!

Once again I must admit, I am putting a bit less effort in the sense that I am just writing with how I feel instead of overthinking and planning every little detail. Maybe less effort isn't the proper phrasing, but basically I'm just going more with the flow.

Hopefully you guys enjoy, I actually planned on including Sana's part in this chapter, but I made a few changes and decided it should be a separate chapter. Cliffhanger and all that I guess.

#kpop smut #smut #fanfiction #kpop fanfic #male reader #twice smut #nayeon #nayeon smut

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formulateez · 9 months

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mission failed (TEASER) | op81 + ln4

pairing: oscar piastri x fem!reader x lando norris

genre: filthy smut with a hell of a build up summary: the last time oscar and y/n had their fun, lando had to hear all of it. out of playful retaliation, he tries to fuck with them as a joke, but it backfires and he ends up literally fucking with them. word count: definitely something over 4-5k words, it's not exactly finished right now note: for the sake of the plot, oscar and lando share an apartment in monaco and y/n has been friends with the both of them for quite some time now :D

warnings: 100% nsfw, threesome, lots of making out, oral (m and f receiving), just barely any mxm but its not really the focus here, someone gets restrained for a moment, use of pet names, definitely more but i have yet to actually reach the smut part! i also haven't decided if i wanna make it a dp fic or not... :P requested?: no, but @/ay7ton's reblog gave me the inspo for this fic so i felt inclined to write it bc who wouldn't wanna get tag teamed by landoscar :D

extras: dividers and banners made with template from @/cafekitsune !! gif is from @/oqiwans !! // also!! if anyone would be interested in being in the taglist for whenever i get to posting this fic, feel free send me an ask or a dm!! <33

Oscar listens closely for the sound of the door locking, almost guaranteeing a few moments of privacy. You could feel Oscar almost tense up, looking over to your left to glance at Oscar. Before you could have a chance to speak, Oscar's lips already found themselves on yours.

Despite your eyes widening, you don’t hesitate to return the kiss. It’s gentle yet still heated, leaving shivers trailing down both of your spines. Almost as if neither can get enough, the kiss deepens, and Oscar moves to softly push you onto your back.

Oscar's hands roam your body with familiarity, while your hands find a slight grip in his hair. Your hearts nearly pound in unison as you both knew that Lando could walk into the living room at any moment. The both of you fought to keep your situationship a secret, but the adrenaline from the risk of getting caught brought too much excitement to pass up. You find yourself consistently peeking at the bathroom door, almost bracing for Lando to interrupt the moment.

Oscar's lips softly graze your cheek as he starts to trail kisses down your jaw, making their way to your neck. You lightly grip Oscar's hair, silently warning him to not leave any visible marks.

Oscar’s lips briefly tug into a smirk before he softly whispers, “Pretty girl, you know pulling on my hair like that is just going to make me wanna mark you even more.”

You rolle your eyes as you tug him down by his hair to connect your lips again. Both of you were momentarily distracted and didn’t notice that the shower had just shut off.

Panic flashes through Oscar as he hears the door unlock, and he abruptly breaks apart from you. You almost didn’t want that moment to end, and you found yourself wishing that Lando would occupy himself just a little longer. You couldn’t help but want to steal a few more kisses from Oscar. With the way Oscar's final glance towards you appeared, it seems as if he thought the same. The both of you quickly situate yourselves and return to whatever you both were previously doing on your phones.

Oscar debates in his head before opening his mouth to speak. “I had fun watching those two Transformers movies with you earlier. I used to think the movies were kinda corny but they’re fun to watch with you.” You felt a slight blush creep onto your cheeks as a soft smile tugs at your lips.

“Yeah,” you contently sigh, “I had fun too, usually people don’t really enjoy my taste in movies.”

Oscar returns your smile before taking a step towards you, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. Gently grabbing your waist, his voice drops to a low, intimate tone. “Speaking of which, I was thinking we could continue that fun in my room. Free from the worry of Lando wondering why we’re taking forever to clean up.”

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★ Namjoon

↳ Lazy Day // fluff. domestic!AU, established relationship. 549 words

★ Jin

↳ Don't Go Baking My Heart // fluff. bakery!AU, strangers to lovers. 14.7k.

You fall in love with Kim Seokjin’s bakery after wandering into it to take advantage of the post-Valentine’s Day discount on the chocolates. Maybe it’s the owner’s bad jokes, maybe it’s the other regulars, maybe it’s the delicious pastries. Or maybe there’s something more that keeps you coming back to that shop.

★ J-Hope

↳ For the First Time (What's Past is Past) // fluff, light angst, smut. neighbors!AU, strangers to lovers. 15.7k

After your eight years relationship comes to a brutal end, you don’t really see yourself getting back into dating — ever, probably. And then, your new neighbor who has the most beautiful smile you’ve ever seen needs to borrow a corkscrew, and you don’t realize it just yet, but your resolve doesn’t stand a chance.

★ Jimin

↳ Fly to my room // fluff. college!AU. 1k

↳ good for you // PWP, smut. friends with benefits!AU. 2.9k

★ Jungkook

↳ I Don't Like a Gold Rush // fluff. college!AU, strangers to lovers. 17.3k

Jungkook is the golden boy, an excellent student, the star of you college’s football team. Rumor has it, there’s simply nothing he can’t do. The same cannot be said about you, but you’ve never had an issue with that. You’re happy with your small group of friends and your lack of talent in sports. And then, Jin befriends Jungkook, and you find yourself spending a lot of time with him. Before you know it, you’ve taken an interest in him — and you’re sure you shouldn’t. There’s no way this can end well for you… right?

↳ if i can never give you peace // series. angst, eventual smut. mafia!AU, hybrid!AU, enemies to lovers, slow burn. in progress.

It starts like quite a few stories do, in your world. Girl meets boy, who happens to be a hybrid, girl buys him at an auction where hybrids are sold, boy falls in love with her, girl gets bored of him. Then it’s not so typical anymore, when the boy ends up forced into illegal fighting rings, until he makes a wrong move and the girl’s father decides he needs to be killed. Where does that leave you? Well, you’re the one who handled Jungkook’s fight and generally organized his life, and, when the girl’s father, your boss and mafia leader, tells you he wants him ‘put down’, you’re the one who has to get it done. Except, instead, you let him escape, and everything turns out fine. Until he comes back.

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★ Bang Chan

↳ all your friends are so cool, you go out every night // smut. college!AU, friends with benefits!AU, jealousy. 5k.

↳ hoodie season // tooth-rotting fluff. established relationship AU. 1.4k.

★ Lee Know

↳ when he sees me // smut, fluff, angst. neighbors!AU. 13.3k. in progress.

Interacting with others has never been easy for you, whether it is talking to them or, worse, flirting with them. As a result, relationships, but also any form of sexual interactions have always eluded you. You had no reason to think that was going to change anytime soon. And then your hot neighbor’s cat shows up in your apartment, and you think that things just might change. Even if it’s only on one front.

↳ kinda wanna throw my phone across the room // fluff. college!AU, coffee shop!AU, strangers to lovers, jealousy. 4.9k

★ Changbin

↳ wanna be you so bad // angst? college!AU, academic rivals!AU, jealousy. 4.3k

★ Hyunjin

↳ you're so gorgeous it makes me so mad // PWP, smut. college!AU, established relationship. 4.4k

↳ comparison is killing me slowly // hurt/comfort, smut. college!AU, established relationship, jealousy. 5.2k. same couple as you're so gorgeous it makes me so mad.

★ Han

↳ i'm so sick of myself // fluff, angst. college!AU, friends to lovers. 4.2k

↳ something's waiting now to pounce // angst, light horror, thriller. high school!AU, slasher!AU, friends to lovers. 6.3k.

★ Felix

↳ felix navidad // fluff, angst. christmas evel!au, strangers to lovers. 16.4k

You keep seeing Felix around. First he falls in your courtyard on Christmas Eve, then you see him hiding chocolate eggs in a park, and then he appears on the staircase behind your apartment, in the middle of the night. It’s unusual, and you have no idea what it means. What you do know, though, is that you’re absolutely fascinated by him, who he is, and the light and joy he seems to bring with him everywhere he goes. Even if you have no idea who or what he is, all that you want is to find out more — and get to spend a little more time with him.

↳ rather be anyone else // angst. college!AU, friends to lovers, jealousy. 3.7k

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★ Seungmin

↳ i think i think too much // fluff, suggestive. college!AU, established relationship, jealousy. 3.7k

↳ everybody make a scene // fluff, angst (both light). coworkers!AU, convenience store!AU, friends to lovers. 4k

★ I.N.

↳ all i see are girls too good to be true // fluff, light angst. college!AU, idiots to lovers, jealousy. 3.9k

↳ take a chance and roll the dice // fluff. coworkers!AU, bar!AU. 3.7k

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enemies to lovers trope w/ idol!skz

req — none!!

nana’s notes — my fav trope! way too long as always (5k rip). i struggled to find a reason for some of the boys, especially chan lol feedback is always welcome ^^

warning(s) — cursing? (does that count??) a lil suggestive at times! ps. tried keeping it gender neutral!! i am still used to writing fem!reader, so if i ever slip up, (since this is still unedited), lmk!

definitely unedited.

bang chan

you’re hannah’s bestfriend and are currently interning at jyp; chan doesn’t exactly know how to feel about you being so close to his baby sister, and he, unintentionally, makes for a lot of awkward interactions between you three

you just graduated high school and now, boom everyone just excepts you know what you wanna do?? what are you a fortune teller? a genie??

but!! you and hannah became online friends by coincidence a while back and y’all are besties now!!

after venting to her for a while, she was like “bro, wanna do an internship to figure out your life a bit?”

and you were like “aight bet”

so here you are now, doing a summer internship at jyp of all places! and tbh you were having so much fun!

until you met chan, who ironically enough was your bias

out of respect for your bestie, you never really brought skz up, eventhough she knew you were a fan ofc

you’d never want her to feel taken advantage of:<

chan on the other hand, didn’t really ask enough questions?

he thought is was kinda sus how hannah’s bestie was a stay and got an internship at jyp (once again, lacking info massively-)

so he’d try to be super friendly but it just be awkward?

big bro things ig-

“hey! i got you iced matcha since i’m on break, wanna go sit outside? weather’s nice!”

and hannah’s like:D yes!!

but then chan’s is like?? what if they kill her????

“so y/n! what’s your favorite song on I AM: who?”

you blink at him

“h-huh?”

hannah face palms, apologizing on his behalf quietly, “shut up chan…”

“uhm… ‘voices’ probably? though awkward silence is probably more fitting……”, you mutter the last part

it happens again and again so you ask hannah about it

and she’s like: “he’sreallyprotectiveandthinksyoureusingme? ahahahaha…”

and you go: “oh… </3”

because you put some much effort in to make sure that’s not the case yk???? plus he was your bias-

eventually you “resign” 2 weeks early and just spend the rest of the time going around korean with hannah!

and chan felt super bad… not only because you were his sister’s best friend and he was hella awkward, but also cause you’re cute?

he knew it was wrong, but the more he thought back to it, the more he realized how intuitive? understanding? helpful you were?? always assisting everyone perfectly

hannah does eventually catch on and she is a bit pissed cause like, seriously? my best friend, chan?? 🤨

“as long as i don’t have to watch you two way each other’s faces…”

her thought process was, ‘if they get married, no in-law drama’

she loves her bro so she gives him your number

he hits you up and eventually, after apologizing, he does ask to meet up and get to know you a bit better

you ofc can’t just be like, yea!! before asking hannah

she ofc agrees and appreciates you asking:)

and now, months in the future after you’ve gotten your uni business sorted out, you’re sitting on his lap, listening to him edit some track:3

hannah still gags everytime you two make eye contact but hey, we love a supportive tsundere bestie <3

lee minho

since jyp’s wifi and electricity are always going out, you, an engineering major, do chan a favor and fix it while your in the building (;)), this means, someone is constantly messing with the lights while minho is trying to practice

as a fan who’s also one of chan’s closest friends, you could positively say, chris was equally as annoyed with the wifi situation as stay are

you happen to be studying engineering and learning about electricity, smoldering, and such, is kinda part of the skill set;

soooo, you, bless your soul, sit with chan during his lives, and whenever he sends you a text or drops any hints, you fix the wifi for him

the whole lights going out business was kinda new, but hey, it’s jypapi what else is to be excepted

and so, whenever you go to fix it, you’ve got to mess with the lights for like a solid 10 minutes!! super tiring but anything to see chan go from :( —> :D right?

wrong. (well no ofc not but yk-) minho fucking hates those 10 minutes with a passion !!

“who’s the little bitch that’s messing with the lights again, huh>:( i thought the among us hype was over”

“i got the imposter!” “hyunjin sHUT UP”

istg this boy would rather dance in darkness smh

he’s complained to hyunjin and jisung about it plenty of times

but never to chan, come on, the man’s stressed enough already!! (awww caring minho everyone:))) )

i luv sungie and jinnie w/ all my heart ofc but….

they didn’t exactly give him the best advice?

perspective thing ig-

either way, it ended with minho lurking in one of the supply closets, waiting for the culprit you to show up

“AHA you little fucker”, “e-excuse me?…”, “….aren’t you chan’s friend?”, “aren’t you skz’s minho?….”

awkward to say the least ^^;;

“so let me get this straight, you’re the one who’s been playing irl among us? to help chan?? you’re the one who’s not letting me dance in peace???”

“i-, yes? no? how does one answer this correctly?”

n e wayysss, chan came to look for you cause it’s been like 20 minutes at this point lol

your korean is pretty good, but minho doesn’t know that >:)

“형... 그 친구가 정말 예뻐요” // (“hyung… your friend is really pretty”

chan: o-o —> ;)

you: o-o —> :o —> :>

minho: -^-?? —> ಠ_ಠ —> (@_@)

“thank you~” “fuck-”

suddenly minho doesn’t mind irl among us

he definitely doesn’t take you to am meet his cats as an apology. psshh who’d do that hahaha…

o-o

anyways! y’all chill now

and dating sksjksja-

seo changbin

you and jeongin have been friends for a while now; you needed to improve your korean, and he felt too shy to practice his english with his hyung’s. changbin and you have never really clicked, but when push comes to shove and he breaks chan’s laptop, he desperately needs you to fix it for him

“y/n… why don’t you like hyung? he’s super goofy once you get to know him! have you seen him and felix hyung do aegyo?”

*sigh*

it’s not that you ‘hated’ changbin per se, you two just…. don’t mesh well?

you had immense respective for changbin, though. you liked him a lot as a stay, before you met jeongin; of course now you still thought his talents were incredible, but as a friend? yikes…

bin shared your sentiments; he too thought it was crazy how you could study two such a difficult majors at the same time, in a foreign country, AND befriend jeongin, (he was lowkey jealous since you guys became friends faster than he did)

and yet still, something was off?

he knew deep down, he had not been trying nearly hard enough, but after you had given up, he didn’t see a point in trying either

jeongin, bless his little soul, really does try to make it work!

but it usually just ends with either of you leaving or avoiding each other and hanging out with other members that were present

you’ve contemplated pretending to be friends for i.n’s sake, but you felt it would be disingenuous:((

one fine afternoon, while you were translating and helping jeongin pronounce some of the lines he wanted to say during their upcoming concert:

“oh thank god, y/n! i need your help, please!”

jeongin ofc is like ^^ “psst y/n! he’s asking you for help! go bond!!” (spolier alert: i.n knew you found him kinda cute, and bby does not know how to whisper:D)

you smiled awkwardly and were like?? ‘changbin never looks this disheveled’ :((

“you okay? you seem kinda off”, you were mostly just confused

until he pulls out a 7/11 plastic bag, with want looked to be chan’s laptop

“yep, that’ll do it…”

jeongin gasps, “hyung!!! he’s gonna kill you if be finds out!”

“exactly, so unless you want me dead, and skz to be a 7 member group, please don’t tell him”, he murmurs out, (bby’s just a lil embarrassed)

you nod, understand; “i’m not even gonna ask, but you’re pretty lucky i double major, and i know how to do this…”

“i’ll treat you to literally anything, just please, save my head”

you grinned, it was cute getting to see this side of him for once:))

“no worries changbin, i’ve got this”

*cue jeongin and changbin starting at you, and occasionally leaning over in fear*

after a solid 4 hours, and two coffee breaks, you had successfully fixed his laptop!

“try running it first”, you chucked at his cheers

“his password is ‘bang-chris’ and his date of birth”, changbin sighed playfully, wiping away the tears

“and to think he’s technically still gen-z”, you played along, entering

he took you out for dinner, and an evening walk after that as a thank you, definitely no other reasons

he uh certainly didn’t think it was cute how a stubborn strand if your hair would continuously fall into your face, or how you’d puff your cheeks in frustration every once in a while, ahem.

jeongin, in typical maknae fashion, teases the crap out of you two 24/7

but you two are good now! and pinning after each other, but yk!

also, chan never found out? like?? sir there’s a massive dent on the bottom but okay?

“hyung’s getting old, he needs glasses now…” “jeongin, what-”, “it’s best you don’t know”

hwang hyunjin

you a felix are the best of friends! you and hyunjin on the other hand, just don’t get along, plain and simple. y’all can’t be a room together for more than 5 minutes before breaking out into a cat fight, and honestly, the members are tired of it

it’s really not all that deep; you and hyunjin just don’t like each other

whenever you go to see lix, it’s become normal to hear some sort of passing snarky remark, some statement about what you’re wearing or your personality, anything really

felix was at a loss, after all, hyunjin usually just dips when he doesn’t like someone, so why was he like this with you?

jisung and chan were almost certain he liked you

“oh come on, look at the way he’s looking at them! besides, hyunjin hating you is actually scary…”, jisung shivers, thinking back to their pre-debut days

felix agrees, “y/n’s probably just giving back the same energy… muhahaha my time to play cupid”

grins for like an entire day looking like —> >:]

the reason was he was acting like this towards someone he clearly liked, was unclear to them

but boy, were they dead set on finding und out!

and so, here you are, stuck in a closet, listening to a smug changbin twirl the keys, the threat of keeping you locked in there until you spoke to each other on his lips

not only that, but there’s like… no room there

so you’re basically laying side to side and on top of each other-

ten minutes in, you stop trying to shuffle around (thank god cause jinnie was strUGGLING), and felix, who was obviously tired of the silence:

“oh my god play 20 questions or something, jeez!”, minho chimed in happily, “we came for the tea, so give us some already!!!!!”

hyunjin got tired of the whining, “so uh… what do you do in your free time?”

you raised an eyebrow, “i… i like listening to music i guess?”, you gave a generic answer, not really wanting to open up to him like this

“seriously? i can’t think of anything duller…”, hyunjin rolled his eyes

on the inside he was dy!! ing!! his fingers itched to show you the playlist he has made you a few weeks back, but a) he was wayyy too shy for that, and b) moving was not a good idea right now

you huffed, rolling your eyes back, not that he could see, “i can…”

felix roared in laughter, clapping his hands a bit, “they got you there jinnie”

hyunjin suppressed a grin, he always liked how much of a smart ass you were

“tch… whatever…”, he leans in, breath hot on your ears, “let’s talk outside, hmm?”

DEFINITELY KNOWS WHAT HE’S DOING KSSKSHSJ-

after getting your agreement, he spoke up, “guys, we’ll talk, promise. just let us talk in a… less cramped space”

you guys end up talking all night in his room, and you realize he’s no too bad

after, the two of you do hang out separately from the boys a few times before he confesses (shows you the playlist) and asks you out

“and i thought minho hyung was a tsundere….”, seungmin shook his head

“ew, i miss when my bestie didn’t have their tongue down their my other besties throat”, felix sighs

definitely a cute couple; unexpected, but cute for sure <3

han jisung

getting an intern position at jyp was fantastic; not only have you gotten to meet and close to one of your favorite groups, but you guys even hang out privately now. jisung has always been skeptical of your intentions, especially after finding out you’re a stay. when hate posts start to spread on social media, containing only information a staff member would know, he suspects you

“i wanna grab take out before going home, join us? or are you still feeling sick?”, felix asked, side hugging changbin

jisung rolled his eyes at this

why were they asking you this? aren’t you a little too close to the guys for just being a simple college student intern?

sure, he was impressed at the fact that you managed to put up with chan’s insomnia ridden schedule

and of course being able to run to three separate locations to get the boy’s coffee could not go unmentioned

that being said, he still felt it was unprofessional of you to hang out with them separately

part of him hope you weren’t ill intentioned; that and you’re super attractive, like super super attractive and exactly his type sooooo

but another felt as though you were abusing your close contact to them for personal gain;

ofc he couldn’t be sure, and so he tried not to judge you preemptively

did that work??? not really.

but a+ for effort right:)

last week had been great! you went out with felix and changbin to eat, chan had shown you a small preview of their new title track, and even hyunjin had offered to teach you a choreo you’d been shying away from for years

all was well, and you with school giving you a little break, you’d rarely felt better!

when you came in on monday, chaos was high at jyp

apparently someone had leaked private videos of the boy

nothing crazy, thank god, like them changing, but it was clear the boys had not consented to them

along with the images and footage, dates of upcoming events and two of the manager’s numbers were leaked

chan was furious to say the least, and he immediately called you to help him analyze the images/videos, hoping you’d catch something he and the other staff hadn’t

“why did you call them? it was probably their fault this leaked”, jisung huffed at chan, upset the lyrics he’d worked so hard on were captured on video

chan’s eyes widened, “oi, han jisung, aren’t you going a bit far?”, he pulls up a portion of the footage, “y/n was sick that day, remember? this was the photo shoot they missed. plus, they’ve never spoken to manager kim or cho. you’re way out of line here”.

jisung followed the leader’s gaze, noting that indeed, the day he had been forced to cosplay as a red highlighter, you were missing

(secretly he was thankful, he was kind of embarrassed at the fish nets top)

“s-shit… y/n, look-”

rolling your eyes you cut him off, “this isn’t where you guys normally get your make up done, no?”

chan nods, not quite following

“see the balloons in the back? maybe if we zoom in, we can at least get a glimpse of the person. and if i remember correctly, this room was going to be used for itzy; in that hallway there should be cctv footage available on both ends”, you spoke, pulling up the map you had initially made on your ipad not to get lost, but eventually just developed as a pass time.

he grinned, high-fiving you, “you’re a godsend y/n!”

to make a long story short; one of the external staff members had recorded and leaked the footage, so you were, obviously, in the clear.

legal charges would be pressed for multiple contractual violations but you had gotten praised and thanked for your quick thinking

“the police would’ve probably never gotten to actually taking a look at the footage”, one of the managers laughed, “but now i have an excuse to buy a new phone without my wife being too upset”

things were going well!

jisung on the other hand felt like shit:(

acting out like that was so unlike him; hyunjin even joked about not having seen him talk like that since their pre-debut days, to which han just :< —> :(((

with the help of chan, he eventually gets you alone and apologizes sincerely

he had come to the conclusion that part of his “hatred” towards you was fumed by genuine fear for skz’s wellbeing,

but the other part was the fear that he had of being rejected by you

“why didn’t you just so?”, you had accepted his apology, but you did want to get him back just a bit

“i don’t know jisung, you’re kinda asking a lot of me right now. a date? hmmm”

he just, @-@, “okay, i understand…”

after laughing at him you eventually do agree to go out together with him:))) and he just goes full anime blush you jaksjsk-

lee felix

felix has always been a super affectionate and cuddly person, especially with chan; but lately, he’s been spending an awful lot of time with you, and felix can’t help but resent you for it just a tiny bit

felix is not a bad person, he never wishes harm on anyone, you included

and as angel-like as he may look, he’s still a person like everyone else, and prone to jealousy at times

“sorry lix, looks like we’ll have to watch that movie another time!”, “aww sorry felix, hannah, y/n, and i are going to a concert”, “my bad lixie, i already have a hang out planned with y/n tonight, and i might sleep over… but we can talk tomorrow!”

chan, his honorary older brother, had been dipping on him a little (lot) more than usual

but he couldn’t blame him! he hadn’t seen you in a while

felix had been introduced to you, and he thought you were amazing in every conceivable way!!

he almost disliked you for it, or so it seemed to you when he avoided you religiously

felix’s jealousy stemmed from his own insecurities; he felt as though chan and you were both incredible!

you could make him laugh so easily! shouldn’t he be the one doing that? after spending so many years with chan???

these days his insecurities often get the best of him, especially since he already wasn’t feeling the best

was he really that unlovable? ‘of course, channie deserves someone better…’

lix would never want to make you someone, especially chan, feel bad for having friends and being close to them; his jealousy made him want to curl up into a ball and hide, so he did

even you could tell something was up with him

chris was running late, so, as per usual, you waited in his studio

“hyung! have you see-, oh… sorry…”, felix backs out slowly, voice lower than usual

you’re like:(( why you no like me sir ㄱ(-^-)

“wait! uh i know it’s not really my place to ask but… are you okay?”

after a lil bit of pushing, he eventually sits down with you and admits to feeling just a littttle jealous

“sorry if i made you feel weird, not cool…”

you shake your head, “no worries. would you uhm like to hang out with us today maybe?”

now it’s chan who doesn’t get to see lix and you any more dkshsk-

you both got super close!! as time passed, he found himself glancing at your lips a lil too long

or watching the reflection of light in your eyes with a bit too much fondness for it to be considered platonic

you end up asking him on a date after getting a chris style pep talk, and boom

two cuties are now going out together:)))

kim seungmin

seungmin has always been observant, and he can’t help but feel that you’re bubbly nature was a bit too unprofessional as a staff member; on the other hand, his “rudeness” and disinterest in most things, made you feel uneasy. the lack of communication seems to act as a catalyst for plenty of arguments…

“would it kill you to shut up?”, he huffed

“would it kill to take that stick out of your ass?”, you whispered back, “and i thought retail was bad…”

you and seungmin always argue

it’s like;;;; a natural law almost

a^2 + b^2 = c^2

stoichiometry is ass (lowkey kinda fun though-)

n you and puppy boy can’t get off each other’s backs

chan would always laughed about it

he knew that although this job was only part time for you, you were meticulous

you go y/n!!

seungmin on the other hand saw you as some sort of free loader with way too much mouth

TLDR: you two couldn’t be kept in the same room without arguing

“good morning! anything i can help with?”

“could you ask her to leave please?”

the other staff awkwardly glanced at you

“have your self a wonderful day, yeah kim?

instead, you’d try to work with other members, grab them their coffee, find the right tools for the stylists, just listening to them

but of course not without the back track that is kim seungmin in the buildingggg

the bitch was indeed present and you were tired of hearing it

literally anything you’d do was too loud or spontaneous

“hey i might actually take my 15 later”

cuts off the staff, “and inconvenience everyone? how unprofessional, you’re a real piece of work y/n”

eventually, you stopped having fun at work, not wanting to argue on days where college work already piled up

“not talking today? what, cat got your tongue?”

“no, i’m doing what evolution did”

“huh?”

“ignore you”

chan frowned, it seemed like you had genuinely taken his words to heart:((

everyone knew seungmin didn’t actually care about professionalism or volume, (i mean have you met han?)

but he wanted a reason to talk to you, even if he didn’t know it himself

during their next break, chan gently guided minnie, not having deemed it necessary until now

he basically said, ‘hey lil bro we all know you think y/n is cute. maybe actually try talking to them instead of just… you know, insulting them??’

“hey uh, i got you a drink?”

“is it poisoned??”

“no?”

“you’d be doing me a favor either way… thanks i guess”

over time, you two started genuinely bonding and hanging out 1-1

eventually it just lips out that he likes you

and you’re like: :o

he’s like: :0

and when you’re like: :3

and know you two are holding hands and chan regrets ever opening his mouth:)

yang jeongin

beomgyu and you had met by coincidence, but you had clicked and kept in contact. recently, he had introduced you to his other 01z friends, among them jeongin, who wasn’t thrilled. seeing one of his fans being friends with his best friend, he can’t help but assume the worst.

beomgyu and met in a convenience store by pure coincidence

he heard you talking on the phone about not being able to find a certain snack, and boom, he hands it over to you at the speed of light

(choi beomgyu everyone <3)

it was obvious you were a moa by the keychain on your bag, but you didn’t recognize him at first

you thanked him, and offered to pay for his soda can

long story short, y’all end up getting pretty close!!

you tried not to rub being a fan of him and his friends into his face, so you only brought it up, when he did

sooner rather than later, he found you not only stan skz, but also bias i.n., aka his bestie

and because you couldn’t attend their concert, and were kinda :< about it

he plans a meeting with you, him, and the three other boys!

you refuse, not wanting to ever make gyu think that’s the reason you’re friends with him

but he decided to just not tell you and invite you over after that!

master mind beomgyu strikes again;)

and you’d think nothing could go wrong, right?

afterall, you guys are at HYBE, behind closed doors, there’s plenty of food, and the boys arr chill, riiiight?

EHHHHN WRONG

see, jeongin wasn’t taking well to the whole idea

to be fair, gyu did tell him, but he forgot they wouldn’t be alone

he watched as you spoke to gyu, how you guys had inside jokes, or how he knew just what type of snacks you liked

you were, without a doubt cute, but, what were your true intention?

“i don’t know beomgyu, isn’t they’re a bit… too nice?”, “jeongin, what-”

he frowns at you the entire night, ignoring any and all of your attempts to have small talk or pleasantries

shrugging him off, you focus on having a good time with your friend

later, after coming back to the bathroom, you over hear jeongin talking to gyu again:

“can’t you see they’re just using you beomgyu? it’s obvious they wants in on this-, this lifestyle, whatever you want to call him”

you huff, shaking your head at him: “shouldn’t you trust your friend’s judgement just a little more?”

he’s kinda stunned, but doesn’t relent, “no, i’m just being careful”

he was right somehow, but still, you scoffed, “be careful all you want then, i’m not sticking around”

and you leave &-&

you being the good friend you are, send a message to gyu on your way home, thanking him and apologizing for how the night ended, eventhough it wasn’t exactly your fault

gyu shows jeongin the texts he had where you told him you didn’t want to meet

jeongin is like:< “b-but i thought-, was i mean?… oh no:((((”

so, he asks gyu for your number to apologize

‘this is yang jeongin’

‘i was wanted to apologize for yesterday, i was out of line…’

‘could i treat you to something as an apology?’

that’s how you guys end up in the jyp cafeteria, (away from the eyes of dispatch lmfao), with iced matcha and a piece of cake!!

“so, i heard i’m your bias”, “jeongin, shUT THE-”

all’s well that ends well!!

jeongin does take you out a few times after that, as… ‘friends’

but after a few months he does eventually ask you out on a date:D he was a lil shy but yk~

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thyme-in-a-bubble · 10 months

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AHHH CONGRATS ON 5K YOU DESERVE IT 💙🎉

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I think I saw you post you made a cake a couple days ago, or it was a reblog, either way! It looked delicious and made me think of a neighbor or someone making Peter Parker a birthday cake after No Way Home. Cause the thought of him being alone on his birthday makes me wanna sob 🥹😭

a/n: yes!! I did bake a cake the other day! it was delicious

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Head tilted to the side, resting against the banister, you finally perked up when the figure you had been waiting for finally appeared, “Peter!” you shot up from your spot at the top of the stairwell, “hi!”

Faintly startled by your unexpected presence, he quickly plucked out the ear pods and sputtered, “oh, hey, Y/n,” slowly climbing the remainder of the steps as he carefully found your eye, “what’s, um-, what’s up? Why are you sitting out here?”

Sucking in a deep breath, you asked him straight out, “are you busy right now?”

“No,” he drew out in a curious tone.

“Really?” your smile grew, “okay, well, I kinda have something I wanna show you.”

“Me? You-, you wanna show me?” his eyebrows shot up as he gesticulated towards himself, “uh, alright.”

Ushering him with you, it didn’t take long before you were both stepping over the threshold into your apartment, your legs instantly carrying you towards the fridge.

Ripping it open, you grabbed the tall treat dominating the entire middle shelf and gingerly turned to present it to your neighbour, “tada!”

“Wow, that’s-,” taking in the airy cream and fresh berries adorning the top, he blurted, “you baked a cake!” though still with an air of confusion as to why you wanted him to witness it.

“I baked you a cake,” you clarified.

Mouth falling open, he uttered, “you what?”

“Happy birthday,” you said giddily, though your grin swiftly melted as he just continued to stand there completely and utterly stunned, “oh, wait, is it not your birthday?” you checked nervously, “I just remember that you told me you’re a leo,” you rambled, thinking back to the day that he moved in and the random things your scattered brain thought was crucial to ask him, for some reason questions about his astrological chart and his favourite movie as a child happened to be the kind of queries you bombarded your new neighbour with as soon as you first met him, “and then a few weeks ago I just couldn’t stop thinking about it and so I asked our landlord, and he said the 10th of August, but maybe he was wrong…”

As if finally coming back to life, Peter breathed, “you baked me a cake?”

“Yeah…” embarrassment bubbling within your belly, you sat the heavy platter down on the counter, “so when is it really your birthday? I can bake you another one then if you want, unless you don’t like cake in which I can whip up something else, anything you’d-,”

“No, it is my birthday today,” he informed you, interrupting your babbling offer.

“It is?” you felt the nauseating butterflies begin to settle within your stomach.

“It is,” he finally returned your smile, “and I do like cake by the way.”

“Oh well, happy birthday then!” you pushed the cake towards him, “do you have any fun plans?”

“No,” he glanced down at the baked good and thought out loud, “I honestly haven’t really been looking at what date it is lately, I mean, I knew it would happen sometime around this week, but I didn’t know it was today…”

“Oh…” you then awkwardly found yourself offering, “well, I can be your personal calendar any time, if you’re interested,” instantly wincing at yourself, your cheeks heating up at how awkwardly swoon-worthy your spurted words had sounded, “anyways, this is yours,” you gestured to the cake, hoping to draw attention away from your flush, “take it and go enjoy your birthday, and I won’t take up any more of your precious time.”

Cake in hand, Peter stopped again before he could reach the exit, “hey Y/n?”

“Hm?” you glanced up, hoping that the blush had faded by now.

“Are you busy right now?” he softly echoed your question from before out in the hallway, “because, I mean, this is a lot of cake, and it would look pretty sad if I just sat and ate it all by myself.”

“Really?” you sucked in an excited breath, immediately grinning from ear to ear, “yeah! Yes! Of course-, I mean,” you finally noticed your blatant eagerness and attempted to recover with a graceless, “uh, sure, that sounds lovely, of course I’ll hang out with you on your day of birth…”

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One Little Thing, A Ring Part II | Mammon x Reader

.5K Words | GN Reader | CW: slight angst

Lucifer was in the middle of a large stack of paperwork needed for the RAD holiday party when he heard angry stomping past his door and sighed.

“What now,” he wondered aloud when not even two minutes later he heard frantic footsteps approaching his door.

He sat up, prepared to deal with something stupid when Mammon burst thorough the door with a bright red face.

“L-Lucifer!” Mammon yelled and Lucifer massaged his temples.

“What? What is it,” he grumbled.

Mammon shoved a piece of paper in Lucifer’s face. Lucifer batted Mammon’s hand away and held out his hand for Mammon to gently place the paper in. Mammon did so with a shaking hand and quivering lip.

“A wishlist…” Lucifer said, he looked bored until he got to the bottom and his eyes widened in shock. He looked back up at Mammon and his black wings burst from his back.

“Have you come here to brag? Is that it,” Lucifer growled through grit teeth. Mammon panicked and backed away.

“N-N-No! I need help! What do I do Lucifer?!”

Lucifer was more infuriated. “Isn’t it obvious you moron! Anyone else would know what to do!”

Mammon fell on his behind panicking as he tried taking in the startling information.

You were ready!? You were ready to spend your whole life with him!? He’d done it! You were really his…forever!?

Mammon began blushing as it started to sink in.

“B-but I don’t have that kinda money right now, not if I wanna get them the best and they need the best! What do I do! I don’t even have a couple weeks!”

Lucifer tried to calm his jealous rage and sat back in his chair stiffly. He gave the paper back to Mammon, managing not to wrinkle it in his frustration. Why the hell did you choose Mammon? Mammon didn’t even have the money to give you a nice ring and that’s who you preferred? Lucifer could’ve given you every precious gem in two of three worlds and here was his little brother practically groveling in front of him for help with a simple ring.

“Then start working,” Lucifer advised sharply.

“But…where do I work to get that kinda money in two weeks!?” He asked and Lucifer shook his head.

“That’s for you to find out. After all you got yourself banned from most high-end, high-paying establishments.”

Mammon shook his head, “Ah Dammit.”

Mammon stayed there a moment to think and straightened up. “Okay…” he breathed.

If you wanted a ring he was gonna work his ass off to get you the best damn ring he could and he’d do it all before Christmas day.

“I’ve gotta go! I’m using you as a reference!” Mammon shouted as he ran out the door.

“Don’t you dare interviews in those rags!” Lucifer shouted after him, trying to prevent a failing interview before Mammon could even speak.

Lucifer pitied you as he chased after his brother. You would have your work cut out for you forever, but at least…at least you’d be part of his family. This gave him some solace as he prepared himself to help his brother win your heart once and for all.

Part I • Part III • Part IV • Part V

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Title: Radio, Kink, & the (Adult) Video Star Rated: M Length: ~ 5k Summary: Angel enjoys his kinky, not-exactly-sexual relationship with Alastor. Husk is less than thrilled that Angel is playing with Alastor at all. Both relationships evolve a little.

Excerpt:

The severity of the pounding at Husk’s door implied that, either, there was an emergency, or Angel was keyed up about something.

It was Angel.

“Hey, look,” he said, not even giving Husk a chance to greet him as he dug a hand through his own hair, leaning on the doorframe, “I am in a mood, so I just need to know, yes or no, if you’re willing to hurt me—like, really hurt me, hit me, kick me, step on me, make me scream and cry and beg and not stop unless I safeword out, no matter what else I say. Or do I need to find Alastor?”

Husk felt his fur bristle but he set his jaw and took a breath. “I do not like you fuckin’ around with Alastor, but if that’s the kinda shit you’re wanting, he’s your better bet. Cuz no, I don’t wanna hurt you like that.”

“Thanks.” Angel kissed his cheek quickly then strode off down the hall.

“I’m gonna wanna talk about the whole Alastor situation later!” Husk called after him. Angel flashed him a thumbs up and an “ok” with one side’s worth of hands without pausing in his stride.

Angel spent about fifteen seconds bouncing on his toes, chewing at his lip, staring at the red warning glow of the “on air” light, debating ignoring it, before it turned off and the door of the broadcast booth opened on Alastor eyeing him appraisingly. “What can I do for you, my striperific friend?”

“Hurt me?” Angel said hopefully, sparing a glance down at his own outfit and—yeah, okay, he did look about ready to go work the club.

Alastor’s eyes narrowed wickedly and he manifested a length of smooth red rope in his hands. “The usual guidelines apply, I presume?”

Angel took a breath, entranced by Alastor twining the rope through his long, deft fingers. “There’s a couple you can disregard today, actually.”

“I’m listening.”

#eiiri made this #fanfic #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin angel dust #angelhusk #hazbin hotel husk #huskerdust #hazbin alastor #aroace alastor #radiodust

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xo-lesserafim · 11 months

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FALLING FOR YOUR SMILE AND EYES

EPISODE 2. WTF

author’s note: Episode 2 , LETS GOOOO! But thank you for reading<3. But i make each chapter or “episode” while watching the actual one so thats why I’m word for word<3

Bold: Korean

Italics: Over the phone

Both: Korean and Over the Phone

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“KITTY” I yelled trying to find her.

“Kitty! Are you okay?” I asked once I found her.“

No, I just found out my boyfriend is cheating on me” She says almost bursting in tears.

“ Hey, it’s okay. Don’t cry.” I said.

“Just Stop trying to comfort me Andrea.” Kitty said.

I felt hurt but she didn’t mean it, right?”

But I still stood, maybe to still comfort her.

“Dae, I don’t wanna talk to you. Just leave me-.”

“Sorry, I’m just looking for the loo” A guy says.

“I’m Alex Finnerty from Melbourne, Australia. I’m a new teacher here this year.”

“ Why are you not Dae?” Kitty asks.

“ You mean the guy you don’t wanna talk to?” Alex says.

“Are you all right? Can I get you anything?” Alex asked.

“ Never mind.” Kitty says. “ You’re American, right?”

“ Yea” I said. “ I really admire you guys over there.” “…… also very loud.” Alex says.

“ What?” Kitty says.

“ I just notice that Americans speak louder than everyone else.”

“Forgot everything that just happened.” Kitty says.

“ I am going back in there and I am not leaving without answers. Let’s go Andrea.”

“ Excuse me” I ask.

“ Those two girls treat Korean Guys like Pokémon. They are trying to catch them all.” The guy said.

“ Not interested.” “ Get over yourself. I’m trying to help her find Dae.” I say.

“Okay, who are you?” Q asks.

“I’m Andrea Song Covey.”

“ And I’m Kitty Song Covey.”

“ You’re Kitty and Andrea?” Q asks.

“ Wait are you Q?” Kitty asks.

“ Track Star, fellow American, heart of gold?” I finished.

“ Guilty as charged. I feel like we should hug right now. Should We?”

“ Maybe later. I need to find Dae.” Kitty says.

“ So you’re the pen pal?” The other guy asks.

“ So you’re Minnie Mouse?” I reply back. “

If he’s Q, then you must be Min Ho.” Kitty says. “ Of course you are. Where’s Dae?”

I followed Kitty to find Dae.

“ What the hell is going on?” Kitty asks.

“ It’s not what it looks like.”

“It looks like you’re a cheater. Are you not upset? He’s been cheating on both of us.” She says to Yuri.

“ No he’s been cheating on you. I already knew about you already. Dae’s American pen pal. I just didn’t know you were you until a few moments ago.”

As Kitty crash into the dessert tower, I fell into the cupcake so she wouldn’t have to be alone.

I mean this dress isn’t my best dress at-least. “ What? Never seen a girl crash i to a dessert tower before?” Kitty says.

“ And never seen a girl fall into a bunch or cupcakes before?” I say.

“ Nothing to see here, people!” We both say.

As she fell down, I was to kinda catch her you could say.

“ Fine, maybe there something to see.” Kitty says.

“ Kitty are you okay?” Dae asks.

“ Get away from me.”

“ And me.” I said running to catch up with Kitty.

Back in the dorms, we were packing up because I don’t wanna be here with Kitty and I feel so bad for her.

When we heard people coming she went to the bed, I went to the door to listen.

“Spill it! When did you get with Yuri? And Where? And how far?” Minho Asks.

“ And most importantly, why?” Q says.

“ Dae you little scammer. What did you convince Yuri to buy you that suit?” Minho asks.

“ How do you know I didn’t buy it?”

“Because it costs 5k.”

“Seriously” Dae says.

“ I don’t know, I feel bad for Kitty.”

“ I don’t.”

“ Thats cold, Min ho. Breaking up with someone is brutal.”

“Except it wasn’t a breakup because it wasn’t a real relationship. No one’s gonna blame you for upgrading a pen pal for an actual girlfriend.” Minho says.

Kitty scoff -shouts.

“ KITTY SHUT THE FUCK UP!” I said whispering.

“Marius?” Q asks.

“ No,no,no!” Kitty says.

“ Your fault kitkat!” I say as we run to our bed to hide.

“I thought Marius went back to Greece?” Q asks.

“ Maybe he changed his mind.” Dae says.

“ Hmm” “Oy, Marius. Wake up! Time for Class!” Minho says as I shush Kitty.

As they were pulling on the blanket we were pulling back to prevent them from pulling off of us.

Once they got it off, I screamed my voice out of me.

“AHHHHHHHH” I screamed.

After screams later the boys went into the living room.

“ Dae’s crazy ex pen pal and her sister broke into our dorm to murder us!”

“ This is our room.” I said.

“ You guys are listed as Song Covey” Q says.

“ So?” Kitty asks.

“ Song can be a guy’s name. That’s why they assigned you guys to the guys dorm.” Dae says.

“What?” Kitty and I say.

“They did this on purpose.

So Kitty could be closer to Dae and Puppy here could get closer.. to me. Plus I thought the little pup knew how to speak Korean.” Min ho says.

“ I told you she was hitting on me on the plane ride over.”

“ I was not hitting on you. But whatever you say Minnie Mouse. And I can speak Korean, I was just blanking out on the time!” I say.

A few seconds later. “Kitty” Dae says. “ Can we please talk?”

“ No, I never wanna speak to you again.” “ Kitty.” “I want my necklace back.”

“ Your necklace?”

“ Yea, the one I gave you when your mom died?”

“ Yea, I have it around somewhere.”

“ Somewhere?”

“ I’ll find it”

“ You don’t even know where it is. Dae, that belonged to my mom.” “

I’ll bring it back to you, Kitty. I promise.”

“Your promises are literally worthless.”

Kitty and I went back into our room. “

All of Dae’s stuff is in the room. Where is he going to sleep?” Min ho says.

As Min ho was saying that Kitty threw a pillow in his face.

In early morning, when Kitty and I were ready to leave for the airport, we had to snuck around Dae.

A few minutes later , Dae was coming over to talk with Kitty.

“ Kitty! I’ve been all over campus trying to find you. Listen, what you saw yesterday me— Sorry. Umm,. The Truth is that— Why is she calling me?”

“ Cause she’s your girlfriend.”

“ No. Just let me explain Kitty.”

“No. After everything, there’s nothing you can say that’s gonna make me stay.”.

“ Maybe there’s something I can do.”

As Dae and Kitty were about to kiss “Dae Heon!” I heard, Dae’s dad was Yuri’s Driver?

As Kitty and I were going to the dorms I heard Q and Min Ho say

“ Dae, have you seen this video of Mr. Han? It’s kind of blowing up.” “ I bet Yuri loves the drama.”

“ I don’t particularly care.” Kitty says as I’m walking to see the video.

“Kitty. Andrea.” Q says.

“ I thought you guys left.” Min ho says.

“We did, but we decided to stay.” Kitty says.

“ And not that it’s any of your guys business, but it isn’t about a boy.”

“ Oh, sweetie” Q says.

“ Our mom went here and being here makes me feel closer to her than I ever have been.” I say.

“WAIT! Dae is on TV?” Kitty says as she pushes me to Min ho and makes me fall on top of him.

“Get off me Puppy.” “

No, MINNIE MOUSE!”

“Guys, shush” Kitty says.

“ so lettuce move on” Gosh I wanted to scream and punch the kid. “

Well played” Q said.

Yuri had tried to hole Dae’s hand, but he wouldn’t let her. “

Oh my gosh. He’s faking it. That’s a fake relationship.” Kitty said.

“Are you sure Kitty?” I said.

“Yes, I’m sure of it.”

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Title: Never Forget Pairing: Kim Namjoon x f!reader Word Count: 5k+ Genre: Little Angsty, Fluff Summary: Its been over a year since your break up and things looked okay. You thought you were over him and he you, but what happened at the summer pool bash... may have brought up some memories.. and now your second guessing yourself, did you really get over your ex Kim Namjoon? Warning: Swearing, slight groping, touchy to the boobs and butt, broken hearts, break up chatter, do you even love me?, are you over your ex and is he? (Again I never know how to label these things...) Note: Hello again! Second one of the seven as I might just keep writing until I've done all seven of the Bangtan boys :) I heard Jungkook's new album the other day and I may have some ideas come from that one! So be on the look out for that in the future! I am taking requests so if you have any ideas, please fill free to let me know if not I hope you enjoy this one. Took me a few days to write this one, but I enjoyed it and I hope you do too! Hope you all are having a good day/night and I'll talk to you all in the next one! Byyyeeee!

“I hate you.”

“You don’t mean that..”

“I do, and I wish you would leave me alone.”

He stared nearly frozen as he was shocked you had told him that. His voice slightly off as he spoke, “You don’t mean that… you’re just upset… Maybe if we take a step back and-”

You cut him off, shaking your head as you were really done with him, “No, don’t talk to me… Don’t even look at me… You disgust me…” the words fell from your lips like venom as you were about to cry but couldn’t as you wanted to be strong while telling him this.

He frowned, nearly tearing up as he nodded his head, your last words echoing as you told him, “I’m breaking up with you… we are through…”

Those were the last words you spoke to Kim Namjoon.

The last time you actually saw him, really.

After leaving and moving back into the dorms with your roommate Kimmy. You didn’t see him nor talk to him as it was like he moved to a different college or, even worse, a different town. His other friends were still in the area. As they still kept in touch with you. It was just… after you told Namjoon to fuck off he kinda just disappeared and since then it was like he never existed. Just a memory at this point. A fog only you remember.

“Ohmigod, can you believe that Taehyung and Jungkook both asked me out? I mean I get that I’m pretty, but to have them both ask me out is so freaking wild!” Kimmy, your best friend and roommate, gloated as you were both sitting outside enjoying the last bit of summer before college started again. You were both juniors at this point and with your last two years coming in fast you honestly couldn’t think of a better way of spending your summer than sitting by the pool with your best friend.

“They just want to get into your pants, Kim, there both fuck boys and you know that. I mean have you seen the people Jungkook has slept with? I mean why would you wanna fuck with that? And Taehyung he’s honestly had a thing for you for a while. You just didn’t realize it until now because he was too chicken to ask you out. I would go for Taehyung, but at this rate neither of them sound like a good idea, but that’s just my thoughts on the whole thing.” you said as Kim looked at you with wide eyes.

“You're just jealous because you and Joonie broke up. Sorry your romance life is so boring. Maybe you should have thought things through when you and him were fighting. I mean you two seemed so happy, what happened?” Kimmy asked as you really didn’t want to talk about it. You and him haven’t seen each other since last September and that it took your entire sophomore year for you to get over the break up, that it was time for you to move on. Time to find someone else to either A.) sleep with or B.) settle down with and try again. Yet every time Kimmy brought up Namjoon you didn’t want anyone else. You couldn’t see anyone else because your heart belongs to him and only him. He was the man you wanted to settle down with, but now that a year had gone by who’s to say he didn’t move on and find somebody else, someone who actually gave a fuck about his emotions.

“Nothing that concerns you really. Just him and I didn’t see eye to eye so I broke it off simply as that.” You said as you turned to see Jimin and Hoseok walk through the pool gate and wave as you were happy that someone else had come to enjoy the pool. Sure the campus had other things to do, but everyone knew that the pool was the hot spot for the summer it just sucked because you didn’t have anyone to hang on like cute couples do and the one person you did want to hang on wasn’t with you, he was off somewhere else probably enjoying life now that you were out of the picture.

“Hey! What are you two doing here? I thought you would have decided to stay inside where it would be cooler, playing video games or something.” Hoseok smiled as he looked over at you and then over at Kimmy where she glared getting up from the pool and made her way over to the tables where her stuff was at. She and him didn’t see eye to eye and since their break up, Kimmy has been sorta sleeping around… sleeping around as in she’s been sleeping with Hoseok’s friends behind his back and only you knew that because you were also friends with said friends.

“I thought about it not going to lie, but there was nobody here so why not take the opportunity and enjoy the pool while it's quiet for now. Who knows what will happen tonight after the pool bash. Will the pool still be open or will there be so much alcohol and puke all over the place that they have to shut it down just to clean it up. It’s life’s greatest question.” You laughed as Kimmy told you she was going to head back to the dorms and that she’ll see you later tonight at the bash. Hoseok rolling his eyes as he sat down and smiled, asking you to put sunscreen on his back as he didn’t want the summer sun burning him.

“You know I know she’s sleeping around… you don’t have to keep it hidden from me.” Hoseok said once he and you were alone. Jimin had forgotten his towel so he had to run back just so he had something to dry off after he was done swimming.

“I didn’t say-” You began as he cut you off.

“I know, I was just saying…” Hoseok sighed as he looked over at where she left and then back at the water kicking his feet as he bit his inner cheek, “It’s just sad seeing her throw herself out there like that. I mean I did everything I could to support her in her dreams and this is how she repays me? Sleeping with Jungkook and now Taehyung? Am I really that much of a bad boyfriend that she thought cheating and sleeping around was the right idea?”

You shook your head, “I don’t think you're a bad guy, Hoseok, Kimmy is just going through her hoe phase that when the right girl comes around you’ll know. Trust me, you’ll know.”

Hoseok gave a small smile as he nodded his head, he leaned back to enjoy the sun’s rays as this was probably the perfect time to get a sun tan, if the boy could tan. He was a bit darker than your skin tone but from what you could tell he too would rather stay inside.

“Sorry about leaving you two like that, I honestly thought I brought a towel and guessed not, where did Kimmy go?” Jimin asked as he decided to join you both on the edge of the pool.

“Oh, you know, to get as far as away from me as she can. Are you coming to the bash? I heard Namjoon was supposed to be there… would you wanna see how things go and see if you could get your man back?” Hoseok teased as he bumped shoulders with you.

“I’m sure he would much rather hang out with Seokjin and the others than be seen with me. Plus I don’t know if I could see him with someone else right now. I mean do you know if he’s seeing someone… I mean I don’t care… if he is… I’m just curious, that’s all!” you stumbled with your words as Hoseok knew you were trying to get him to say something, anything to get you to stay home and away from your ex. You honestly didn’t want to see him and another woman hanging all over him as you thought you were over him, but to be honest you weren’t. You were so in love with him that even though you had been away from him for over a year, that year felt like days and those days you wished you could get back because you missed him. You truly missed being Kim Namjoon’s girlfriend.

“I don’t think he’s seeing anyone really. I mean last I heard he was very focused on his classes and that he even moved to the afternoon classes because he wasn’t getting enough sleep because he was up all night studying. I’m sure seeing him at the bash will be okay, if not at least come hang out with me so I’m not alone.” Jimin chuckled as he kicked his feet back and forth smiling a little.

“You and Yoongi not going together? I thought you two were like two peas in a pod, what happened?” You asked, turning and leaning over Hoseok so you could see Jimin’s full face to read his expression.

“He has some huge test tomorrow for work.. Said he wanted to get a full day’s rest so he doesn’t oversleep.. As if that man needs sleep. He’s a fucking genius.” Jimin replied as you and Hoseok laughed. The three of you chatted as you told them fine you would go and that maybe just maybe you’ll find someone else to replace Namjoon and your broken heart, but that was if he didn’t show up, if he did show up then well… maybe you could talk to him. It was just chatter right? No harm in that.

Wrong.

You were absolutely wrong.

Namjoon had brought someone. A pretty girl with bright pink hair and pale skin. She looked like she could belong in a movie or a tv show and people were swooning over her. Hell Kimmy and Jimin were swooning over her and they were your best friends. What happened to leaving no man behind?

“Ugh, I can’t believe I came. I should've just stayed home.” you huffed as you walked to the side where the snacks and drinks were set up. You could smell the alcohol and could tell that there was a lot in it. You knew this was supposed to be the end of the year summer bash, but to think that people were drinking near the pool was a hazard. Who was trying to drown? Sure wasn’t you.

“God, where can I find a pretty girl like that? I look here and all I see is you and I know you don’t swing that way.” Rae said as you laughed.

“I also don’t see you in that way even if I did. You're like an older sister really why would I ruin that.” you said as you looked over at Rae who was eyeing your ex’s girlfriend, “Plus I don’t think he’s really into her. Maybe he brought her just to make me jealous if I showed up. I mean she is pretty, but is she prettier than me?”

Rae shook her head as she smiled, “No, baby girl, no one is prettier than you, but if you're thinking about what you think you're going to do, don’t do it. You're just going to get yourself hurt and I really don’t want a repeat of last time… and you know how bad last time was. Do you want to repeat that?”

You shook your head no.

“That’s what I thought. Just enjoy the party and if you do by chance bump into him then talk to him, but for now enjoy the party, go swimming, dance a little. Just have fun okay?” Rae said as you nodded your head. You took a large gulp of your drink and cringed as it was 90% alcohol and 10% juice.

“I’ll try, but if it gets bad I’m leaving. There is no way in hell I’m staying just because you assholes made me come.”

“No one made you come, hun, we just have a way with words. Now, come on. Come dance with me.” Rae smiled as you nodded your head once more. You chugged the rest of your drink hoping it would help calm your nerves as you joined your friend on the dance floor. Your body pressed against hers as she was probably the only friend you would ever dance like this with. The music pounding in your ears as the song that was playing was a favorite and that with this you let your body get wild. Moving to the music as you somehow ended up with a different dance partner and this one looking a bit more cute now that you were staring at them.

“Hey, you look lonely, wanna keep dancing or do you wanna move to the side and make out?” the guy asked as he had bright baby blue eyes. He had blonde hair on top and shaved sides which kinda made him look like Namjoon back during his blonde hair faze, yet this guy could pull it off better than your ex. Your body slowly grinding against his as the man chuckled, taking his hands and letting them roam. Your eyes closed as you let the music take over and from there on out danced with your mystery man.

“Hey! Get off my girl like that. She shouldn’t be dancing with you when she should be dancing with me!” a deep voice interrupted your dance as the man who was now holding you closer allowed his hands to roam your body and somehow got his hands to rest on your breasts where the other male did not like. He did not like one bit.

“You with this guy?” Your mystery dance partner asked as you opened your eyes and saw Namjoon nearly glaring.

“Nope, never seen him a day in my life. Why? Is he bothering you? Should we move somewhere else?” You asked as you looked up at your partner and smiled. You could tell the boozes were working as you didn’t care who you were dancing with as long as you were dancing with someone.

“Babe, what do you mean you don’t know me? Of course you do! We're dating.” Namjoon said that was a stab to the heart. You guys were single. Have been for over a year now. Why now was he making such a big deal knowing he had brought some girl to replace you or show that he had moved on.

“No, we’re not , why don’t you go bug someone else and just let me dance with my friend here. I saw you come in with someone, why aren’t you with them?” You asked as your dance partner was trying to move to the music again and this time he got a little handsy and grabbed your butt.

Namjoon huffed as he grabbed your arm and took you away. The guy you were dancing with was clearly annoyed as he didn’t follow you and that wherever Namjoon was taking you was not where you wanted to be.

“What are you doing? Why are you even here and why do you care what I do?” You asked as he was now getting you a bottle of water and shoving it towards you as you didn’t want to drink it, but much rather drink more so you could forget Namjoon even showing up here.

“Because I know what he was going to do if you kept drinking. He was going to take you back to his house and have his way with you. Why are you acting this way?”

“Because I can and will. You're not my boyfriend anymore, Namjoon, why does it matter if I drink and sleep with other guys? We're clearly not together and you clearly moved on, so…” You said as you decided not to drink the water he gave you but another red solo cup.

“Because I still care for you y/n… I still Lo-” you cut him off by pressing a finger to his soft, plush, lips. You didn’t want to hear him say it. You couldn’t hear him say it. The both of you had moved on and it had to stay that way.

“Don’t say that. You can’t say that anymore.” You mumbled chugging your red solo cup but kept the water nearby for later, “We're not together anymore, Joonie, sorry.”

“But we can be… The girl I came here with… She-” She came over and started hanging on Namjoon like you would have. Giggling like a school girl as she seemed either drunk or pretending to be just so Namjoon would take care of her just like he was doing with you.

“Joonie, baby, can you get me another drink? I’m parched.” She said as if you didn’t even catch a name or recognize her to see if she went to the same school as you and Namjoon. She clearly had to be out of town or she would have at least said hi to you or the others. Your eyes searching the crowd as you saw Hoseok with Jimin dancing the night away. Kimmy shoving her tongue down Jungkook’s throat as Rae was dancing by herself in the middle of the dance floor. Everyone looked extremely happy, yet here you were standing with Namjoon and his girlfriend, if that’s what you wanted to call her. You couldn’t tell if they were dating because of how Namjoon was acting. He must have just brought her along to make you jealous. Were you jealous? You didn’t know.

“Not right now, Steph, I’m clearly talking to someone…” Namjoon said as he shrugged her off, but continued to stare at you hoping to get you to speak and tell him why you were acting like a spoiled brat all of a sudden.

“But baby, we're spending our one month together, come on.” the girl said as you winced hearing that. Namjoon had clearly moved on and was now dating the girl who was in front of you, Steph? Was it short for Stephane?

“Well, I gotta get going anyway. I promised a friend I would come see them after I was done here. Bye Namjoon, see you never.” and you started walking away from him and his girlfriend. Tears burning your cheeks as you had to get away. You didn’t realize that as you were walking tears were dripping down your face as seeing him and her together hurt. It was like when you and him were together and he would take care of you, but now that you guys weren’t he was still somewhat taking care of you.

“Y/n! Wait up!” You heard Taehyung shout as he looked a bit heartbroken too. His eyes were a bit red as he must have been crying, crying in a corner where no one could see him, “W-where are you going? Do you need a ride?”

“Yeah, I wanna go home, think you can take me there?” You asked as you started to wobble in your walk. You felt the room get dizzy as your body slouched against Taehyung’s and could smell the sweet cologne he was wearing. It reminded you of the woods outside your parents house. Earthy almost like a comfort at this point.

“Whoa, how much have you been drinking? Are you sure you can even walk home at this point?” Taehyung asked as he brown moppy curls covered his eyes.

“Maybe, but if I lean into you that should help… thanks…” you said as he nodded his head. He looked at you from the side and frowned.

“Who made you cry?”

“Namjoon…” you mumbled as you didn’t have to say more.

“I saw he brought a girl over. Was she pretty?” Taehyung asked as you were tired of everyone asking or telling you she was pretty. You were the pretty eye candy Namjoon used to have around him. You were the girl Namjoon used to show off and now this Steph girl was. She looked pretty from afar but seeing her up close she was butt ugly, but that was only because your inner demons told you to say that so in reality she was not. She was actually quite beautiful.

“I would say so.. Yet he was the one that stopped me and my dance partner on the dance floor… I was having such a great time too. Wonder if he’s still here.” You questioned as Taehyung pulled you back from where you started to head too and sighed.

“You can’t be doing that, Y/n, men here are pigs… they just want you for one thing and one thing only… I’m surprised Hoseok and Jimin left you alone. God, what a bunch of assholes.” Taehyung said as you laughed.

“But you're here, so does that mean something?” you looked at him with puppy dog eyes as you couldn’t help but admire him and see how beautiful he truly was. Kimmy was missing out. Hell at this point you would ask him out if you weren’t drunk off your ass and in an argument with your ex. Taehyung was a very handsome man and was in most of the same classes you were. So, seeing him wouldn’t be an issue.

“It does. It means I get to take you home and put you to bed. God, I don’t know what goes on in that brain of yours y/n but whatever you're thinking it's bad news.” Taehyung said as you pouted.

“I just wanted to give you a kiss, that's all. Can I kiss you?” You asked him as Taehyung’s cheeks glowed a crimson pink.

“No, now stop it. You're not sober and I would hate to see what Namjoon would do to me if he knew we kissed. Now, come on, let's get you home so we can sober you up and get you to bed. I don’t feel like losing you over something stupid.” Taehyung said as you sighed.

“Why does it matter if he finds out? He’s clearly taken and I’m not. He’s happy and I’m not. Why does it fucking matter if he finds out what I do? Hm?” Anger started to bubble in you as you paused in your walk and leaned forward to puke. Orange color liquid came out of your mouth as you clearly were throwing up whatever red solo drink you had and after that the world went black. Your memory fading as after puking your guts out you didn’t remember a thing all that you could remember was Taehyung calling for Namjoon and Namjoon telling you he was on his way. After that it was darkness and a whole lot of it.

When you awoke the next morning, you sighed seeing the sun pour through the curtains and the sounds of birds chirping as you didn’t know the time, but knew that you were home and safe. The smell of your blanket was musky as you didn’t recognize it at first but the bed you were sleeping in wasn’t yours and it sure as hell wasn’t Kimmy’s. The sound of the door slowly opening and the smell of food wafting in caused your stomach to growl and a familiar voice to chuckle as they spoke.

“Morning.” Namjoon said as you and him shared stares, “How are you feeling?”

“Like a bus full of screaming kids hit me… what are you doing here? Why am I here?” You asked as you thanked him for the medication for your pounding headache and the water before he handed you some food to hopefully settle down your growling stomach and for you to keep busy so he couldn’t see how nervous you were.

“You passed out while walking home. Taehyung came shouting saying you passed out and wasn’t responding. Most of the people at the pool house was plastered or didn’t give a fuck and since I was the only one who hadn’t been drinking decided to come and save your ass. You're welcome.” Namjoon said as you blushed looking away hoping he wouldn’t notice.

“But why your place? You could have taken me anywhere. Why here and what about Steph? I bet she was thrilled knowing you were bringing home one of your exes to… I don’t ‘have your way with’.”

Namjoon rolled his eyes, “Steph was just a friend pretending to be my girlfriend as she’s not really into guys. She kinda supports the other team so she was never getting any action from me at least, Rae on the other hand… may have gotten lucky if she hadn’t stopped us and gave us a ride home in her car since Taehyung’s car was a bit small for all five of us. Six if you count Yoongi since he decided to show up as well. Guess Jimin drunk texted him to come to the pool bash, I don’t know, their relationship is kinda weird.”

“So you're single… Like single like a pringle?” You asked, looking up at him as he sat down beside you with a small nod, “But why? You could have had anyone over the year. Why didn’t find someone else? Why didn’t you move on? Why didn’t-” You were cut off by Namjoon’s laugh, “Why are you laughing?”

“Because do you hear yourself? Honestly y/n do you think I could move on that fast? Yeah a year might seem long to some people but we dated for almost four years. That’s kinda hard to forget. What about you? Did you move on? Do you have someone?”

You shook your head, “But why does it matter now? You changed to get away from me? Why does it matter if I’m single or not?”

Namjoon laughed again, “Because dummy… I’m still in love with you.. I thought showing up to the bash with Steph would help, would help keep my mind busy, but when I saw that buffoon get all handsy on you and how much you were already drinking. I couldn’t…”

“Couldn’t what, Joonie?” you asked as you moved the food tray to the side and moved forward so that you and him were a bit closer to one another. His eyes shined so brightly the closer you got to him and hearing his breath hitch the way that it did you couldn’t help but blush knowing his body still reacted to the way it usually did all those times you and him fooled around.

“I couldn’t just stand there watching some other man manhandle you like that. Only I was allowed to do things like that. Only I was allowed to touch you like that… god if you could have seen the face I gave when he touched you… I swear I would have beaten his head in if we were alone.. You mean too much to me, y/n… even if we aren’t dating.. You're my world.. And I want it to stay that way…”

“Then kiss me.”

Namjoon gave you a confused look.

“Kiss me and tell me everything is going to be okay. Kiss me and be my man again. Kiss me Namjoon. Fucking kis-” He did. He pushed you back against the bed, laying you down and kissed you hard. His hands slowly trailing up your body as he found his way under your shirt and massaged your breasts. You let out a yelp as he took it as an opportunity and snaked his tongue deep within yours. Your body molding to his as you couldn’t believe this was happening. You and Namjoon were making out in his bed and it was all because he admitted that he could never stop thinking about you.

“Hey, I’m sorry for barging in…” Steph said as she gasped and turned around quickly. She didn’t realize that you were still here and that Namjoon was practically on top of you at this point, “Jesus! Warn a girl next time Joon, I could have gone blind seeing your dick whipped out or some shit. How is she?”

“She’s fine and our clothes are still on, what do you want Steph? I thought you went home with Rae?” Namjoon said as he got off of you but pulled you close to his side so he could hold you. Your heart racing as this was not what you were expecting.

“I did and is going back over, but since I stayed the night here beforehand I came to grab my things. So…” Steph said as you blushed, hiding your face deep within Namjoon’s neck feeling embarrassed that you got caught but happy it was by the girl who was pretending to be somebody she wasn’t.

“Ah, well, She’s fine. No need to worry. I got everything under control from here on out. No need to come back. Thank you Steph…” Namjoon said as you could see his face turn a bright pink.

“Glad to hear that. Wouldn’t want things to get too crazy.” Steph said as she poked her head back in, “Just make sure you wrap it if you guys get that far. I’m sure my little interruption ruined the moment but if I didn’t… wrap it!”

Namjoon threw a pillow at her, “Get out of here before Rae starts to question your sexuality.”

Steph chuckled as she waved goodbye. Namjoon looking down at you as he smiled, “Now where were we… ah, that’s right I was about to kiss you.. Shall we continue?”

You smiled, “Maybe, but I need to know… are we officially back together or is this going to be a one and done thing. I don’t want to get heart broken again Joon, even though I was the one that said the last goodbye.”

“Do you want to get back together? I mean I would love to have you as mine again… but only if you're ready.. I don’t want to put pressure on you…” Namjoon said as he kept staring at your lips.

You blushed thinking about it and decided if he wanted to try again and was serious about it this time, maybe so were you. You did say the final goodbye but being able to have him back made this whole thing so much better.

“Yeah, I would like to try again. This time I promise I won't let my rage get to me… This time I promise to talk things out…”

“Do you? Do you promise?” Namjoon asked, kissing your temple, cheek, chin, and finally your lips.

“I promise.” you said as you kissed him back.

“Good, now where were we… ah yes those lips, let me kiss them.”

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Checkmate (DARK! Moon Knight x Reader) Knight and Pawn series (FINAL CHAPTER)

Hey here it is!!! Thank you guys so much for sticking around and loving this series as much as you do. unfortunately all good things have to end, and this is the final chapter. (I know I kinda left ya at a cliff hanger.) I was originally was gonna post it a week from now but I kinda needed the distraction and next thing you know over 5k words later and I finished it.

Again thank you to everybody who loved this series!!

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You love Marc.

You have always loved Marc.

You remind yourself of every good quality your husband has as you pace in front of the sink where three tests lay waiting. You were anxious and began to shake as time seemed to be moving aggravatingly slow.

What if you were pregnant? How would he take it? How would you take it?

Both of you didn’t grow up with the best examples, your parents died when you were young and were neglected by your guardians, meanwhile Marc’s mother was a terror and his father only excused her cruel actions and words. Would you both be able to handle raising someone, could you be better than them?

You had been mindlessly washing dishes earlier when you had cut your finger on a knife. You had hissed and looked to assess the damage, you dried your hands and went to put a bandaid on it or something. When you had that taken care of, you looked at the previously white rag, now stained with red. You had no idea why you were staring at it until this cold tingle went down your spine as your hand unconsciously drifted over your abdomen as the question came to mind.

When was the last time you had your period?

It had only been a month since the wedding and Marc moving you and him back to the states where he bought a large home in a gated community. Apparently the community was for people like him, superheroes. You remember meeting quite a few of them, all of them with their wives. Wanda Maximoff and her wife being the friendliest out of all of them although Wanda’s wife seemed to be a ball of nerves sometimes.

And before that you had a freak accident, you couldn’t remember it if you tried, and you have, only to be met with migraines so intense it made you vomit. You only remember feeling Marc holding you tightly against him and sobbing. You tried asking him about it only to be met with sad eyes and “I don’t wanna relive it.”

And you can’t really remember much else before then, probably because life was so calm and normal that it just slipped your mind, time passes by quickly when you’re not paying attention.

You just know you and Marc had always been together.

The loud beeping of the timer echoed throughout the bathroom, ripping you from your thoughts. You debated looking at them, maybe if you didn’t know it would go away like it never happened, but at the same time you wanted to know. You didn’t know how to feel about it, you were sick to your stomach but at the same time you can’t stop picturing a tiny child with dark hair like their father and eyes like their mother, you can practically hear them laugh and hear their feet patter against the overall quiet home you live in and instead of it terrifying you.

It made you feel warm and happy.

You were terrified, an overall mess of conflicting emotions, you breathed in for a moment and much like ripping off a stubborn bandaid you quickly picked up all three tests.

Pregnant

You guessed you were in shock because suddenly a still calmness enveloped you, similar to acceptance. You carefully hid the pregnancy test in an old box that Marc never went through in the back of the closet, not yet ready to share the news.

You then went about the day like normal.

You finished the dishes, swept the floor in the living room, painted in your home studio, and looked up a recipe for dinner. You just thanked god that the weekly tea and bunch that all the ladies of the community have was pushed back due to the rain. You don’t know how you would handle being around other people at this moment.

You had finished cooking and were setting the table when you saw your husband walk through the door. At some point you just began to assume it’s Marc since Steven came out mostly for work and cuddling, while Jake has been allusive after the accident months ago. Almost like he was avoiding you.

Oh god you just realized it wasn’t just Marc who you would have to break the news to, how would your boys handle it?

“Everything alright Starlight?” You hear Marc ask sweetly, his jacket had already been hung up and he was making his way to you, his eyes concerned, “you look pale, are you having those migraines again?” His hand went to hold your face when you flinched, an action that even shocked you. You were quick to grab his hand and kiss his open palm. You smiled at him and willed yourself to calm your excited nerves.

“Everything is perfect Pretty Boy,” You assured him, “why don’t you get changed and I’ll finish setting the table.” Marc looked apprehensive before placing a kiss on your lips and a silent, “i’ll be right back”.

Dinner had proceeded normally, Marc had practically inhaled his food, having skipped lunch to come home earlier to you. You both talked about your day, you had conveniently left out the three positive pregnancy tests currently hiding in the closet.

Marc had helped with the dishes and at some point, some slow song began to play from the radio. Which led to him pulling you both away from the sink and to dancing in the middle of the kitchen, one hand on the small of your back and your hands playing with the ends of his hair. You both hummed to the song as love filled the room. You pressed your forehead against his as you both just swayed away any troubles. By the time the song ended, it felt like this morning had been days ago.

You loved your life with Marc.

But would Marc still feel the same way knowing that there was about to be a new member to your new family?

—

It had been days since you took those tests.

With each day you felt like you were keeping a secret from him and you were getting anxious, not ever being able to keep a secret from Marc for long. And you knew Marc was getting suspicious, not letting him anywhere near the closet, staring out of windows a lot with a far off look, You knew he was being patient but you didn’t know how long that patience would last.

Finally Marc had a day and night off from Steven’s business and from his Moon Knight duties and you decided today would be the day you told him.

You had originally planned to do it in the morning, once again ripping the bandaid off, but was….pleasantly distracted by him. Multiple times….in a row.

God it was no wonder you were in your current situation.

Then you wanted to tell him at breakfast, but before you could Marc suggested taking a trip to the local beach. He had made sure when moving to move close to one, that dream of visiting the ocean and having you there with him came true.

You decided that maybe Marc would react better in public.

Then you got to the beach only to realize that maybe not there, in case he didn’t want this pregnancy you didn’t want this beach to become a tainted place.

The day passed by quickly, before you knew it you went from laying on the beach enjoying the fresh salt tinted air before the sun was beginning to set on the horizon and you were both eating dinner at home. Having take out from your favorite place.

There had been a moment of silence as you built up your courage. You knew you would have to put this delicately to him, he was always prone to hysterics.

“Marc,” You said, He immediately perked up his attention solely on you. You never called him Marc, only your Pretty Boy. Whenever you called him Marc it was because he made you mad or you were serious.

Both scared him.

“Yes, my beautiful starlight.” Marc said, adding an extra adjective in front of your typical nickname, hoping the compliment might lighten whatever mood had taken over.

“So the other day I cut my finger in the kitchen,” You said, Marc following every word, “I went to put a bandaid on it when something was brought to my attention.”

Oh god did you know?!

Marc could feel his anxiety bubbling up as fear took a hold of him.

“I’m late.”

What?

Marc tilted his head in confusion as though he wasn’t following.

“What um, what were you late for?” He asked nervously, not really following what plans you had made that day that would warrant the look on your face right now.

“I wasn’t late for anything,” You gently explained as you held onto his hand, “I mean I’m late.”

Marc still wasn’t getting it.

You sighed and decided to hell with subtlety.

“I’m pregnant.”

It seemed like Marc hadn’t heard you at first, he hadn’t moved in well over a minute since you told him. You were about to touch his shoulder when he slumped forward, limp.

At first you were worried he had died from the shock, but his steady pulse and breathing indicated otherwise. After a few seconds, he came to. Although from the adorably confused look on his face that it wasn’t Marc.

“Hello sweetheart,” Steven greeted with a sweet kiss to your cheek once he gained his barings, “forgive me for saying this, because I’m not complaining at all, but why am I here? I thought today was Marc’s day with you.”

If Marc was completely oblivious with subtlety before you knew Steven would be more so.

“I’m pregnant.” You said.

Silence.

“I thought your name was (Y/n)?”

You loved him but right now your patience was thin.

“No Steven,” You said calmly, placing a hand over your stomach, “We’re going to have a baby, I’m pregnant.”

Silence once again filled the room before Steven started hyperventilating, you tried calming him down only for him to slump over, his frame once again limp as you concluded that he, indeed, passed out.

And much like before not even five minutes later, he’s up again with another confused look. Only now, when his eyes land on you, you see immense guilt and sorrow in them.

Those eyes hurt the most.

“Hola Angel,” Jake greeted, his eyes looking away from you, “I didn’t know I was going to see you today.”

“I’m pregnant.” You stated, you saw him stiffen before his eyes immediately darted to yours. Searching for any hint of a joke, finding none he knew this was it…the point of no return. Marc had won, completely and utterly.

You were doomed, and there was nothing Jake could do to save you.

“Are, are you um…merida,” Jake cursed in Spanish as you saw a cold sweat break out on his forehead. This man who had killed more people than he could count and enjoyed it was breaking out in a cold sweat over the fact that you were pregnant, “Estas segura?”

“Si,” You said cradling his face, “Si mi Amor”

Time seemed to move slowly around him, and for you as well as you waited for the reaction, waited for him to oppose, or to love it, you didn’t know which one you wanted.

You weren’t sure much about anything.

Suddenly, much like the other two, he slumped forward, limp. Instead of being incredibly concerned, you waited patiently, knowing in a few seconds either Marc or Steven would pop back up.

Sure enough, a few seconds later he’s revived, and at this point the nerves inside you were making you more impatient by the second. Once again by the look he gave you, you knew which one he was right now. Those dark eyes that held so much love that it scared you sometimes, love and obsession.

“Are you done?” you asked impatiently, already quite annoyed by his fainting over the news. After a few minutes Marc nodded, although shakily.

“How, uh, how long have you known?”

“Almost a week,” You revealed, “I was in shock for the first day and a half, but I wanted to wait until you could freak out properly before telling you.”

Silence passed between you as you reached for his hand and took it, squeezing it in comfort, to ground him from his thoughts.

“What, um, shit,” Marc cursed, here he was freaking out while you were the one who was pregnant, “what do you want to do?”

“I don’t know,” You said honestly, “I thought we could talk about this and decide together, you, me, Steven, and Jake.” You saw Marc grimince at the mention of Jake but understood where you came from. If he had it his way Jake wouldn’t get a vote or say anything, but as you’ve pointed out he was very much there.

Even though Marc could still feel the sting of betrayal at the thought of him.

“I’ll go first,” You said, pulling Marc from his thoughts, “I don’t know if we’re ready, I mean we never talked about it and we didn’t have the best examples growing up…but,” You paused, “I think we are not the people who raised us. You are not your mother, and I am not my guardian. I think if we both work hard and hold each other accountable, I think we may be able to pull it off.” You already knew you both wouldn’t be perfect, that you’ll fall short somewhere along the line. But a deep part of you, one that was selfish and irrational, wanted to give this a shot. But you knew if Marc said no, along with Steven and Jake, then you knew not going through with the pregnancy would probably be a wise choice, you would not bring a kid into this world only to be rejected by the other person who made them. You just wouldn’t.

Marc thought for a while, what would a kid with you look like? Memories of his past still haunted him, but all that he could see is a kid with dark curly hair and your eyes. He could see you laughing as you played with them, he could imagine the sleepless nights, the angsty teenage years, he could see going through it all with you. And you with a smile on your face as you’ve gotten what you deserve.

A family and a home filled with unconditional love.

Marc knew that if you both went through with this, you absolutely must never know about the events that lead up to this moment. Hiring a P.I to track you, you falling in love with that P.I only for Marc to kill him in front of you, threatening you, abducting you, killing those you loved in your name, and ultimately your attempt a few months previous to escape him, and how it ended with him sacrificing himself to keep you.

Marc knew he didn’t deserve you, that what he did was fucked up beyond belief. He understood that quite well.

But right now he can’t stop imagining a bundle in your arms, cooing as sunlight hit you.

And he couldn’t say no.

“She would be a wonderful mother,” Steven said in the mirror, Jake however was silent but Marc could sense it. Jake wanted this child just as much as Steven and him.

“We will try our best,” Marc said finally, “I will read every parenting book ever made if that’s what it takes.”

You felt like crying, a massive weight was just lifted off of your shoulders and you felt like you could finally breathe.

But as you wept into Marc’s chest and the night continued, a dark foreboding feeling lingered at the back of your mind.

You weren’t sure what that was about.

—

~8 months later~

You woke with a start, you clutched your chest as your heart beat rapidly. You felt damp, all over and you tried to even your breathing as you closed your eyes and counted back from a hundred. But every time you closed your eyes you would get these flashes. It wasn’t the first one, they would happen sporadically, never making sense, but they would always be accompanied with a strange sense of deja vu. Most of the time they didn’t make any sense and they didn’t last very long. Like you staring out of the window, you seemed to have a lot of flashes about staring out of a window, staring out into a world just beyond your reach. Then there are flashes of you reading books, and living inside this penthouse full of windows.

Then there were others.

You would be in some run down place with a woman with short curly brown hair, with freckles dusted along the apples of her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. You don’t know why but you felt like you knew her, that you loved her to some degree.

But how could you love a woman you’ve never met?

Then there were days you were unfamiliar with, you were happy, you dressed in business attire and did a typical nine to five day. You came home with a satisfied smile on your face.

But you don’t know who you were coming home to everyday.

You only remembered something about amber eyes. Whenever you see flashes of amber eyes your heart always hurts, like it’s been stabbed and you have no idea why. Oftentimes you would leave to go to the bathroom and cry because of the pain in your chest.

You didn’t want to worry Marc.

Strangely enough you never had flashes of Marc, or Steven, or even Jake.

For some reason it unsettled you.

You go to move when you feel a pop, and suddenly you go from damp to soaked. You looked down and sure enough there was a puddle on the ground that wasn’t there before.

Fuck

“Marc,” You say as he grumbled in return, “Marc,” You tried again as he stirred awake.

“What is it, Starlight?” He asked, reaching for your hand, “another craving?”

“My water broke.” You said casually, a long moment passed before you felt him springing from his side of the bed and rushing over to you, almost slipping on the puddle in the process.

“Ok,” He starts slowly, a complete contrast to his previous actions, “ok, stay um stay right there I’ll go get the hospital bag.” Before you could say anything, he was rushing around your home like a headless chicken. You smiled as you burned this memory into your mind, this memory of your goofball husband that you loved not remembering that he put the bag in the car a week ago.

“Shit,” He curses looking in the mirror, “STEVEN DO YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO THE BAG!?!” You get up and start to look for the simplest thing to wear that wasn’t your night clothes.

“I don’t know I don’t know,” Steven says as you calmly fish out a casual maternity sundress. It was a warm night and you had a feeling you wouldn’t be wearing jeans for a hot minute.

“Idon’tknowIdon’tknow.” You hear Steven repeat as Marc switches back in order to calm Steven down. You casually put the sundress on and casually strolled by your husband to grab a pair of slippers. After slipping the shoes on without bending down which took a couple of minutes. After seeing that even after all that Marc still doesn’t remember you decide to help him.

“Marc,” you said sweetly as he was still looking for the bag, “Marc,” You repeated as you touched his arm. He looked at you as if just remembering that you were there and that you were the one whose water was just broken.

“You should sit down,” Marc said as he gently ushered you in a chair, “we may have to go without the bag we should get dressed-wait a minute,” Marc suddenly stops himself as he notices your change of attire, “when did you get dressed?”

“While you were running around like a headless chicken,” You answered simply, “and you put the bag in the trunk last week because you knew you were going to act like this.”

“I don’t think that was my thoughtful planning.” Marc said, before the subtle change happened. The frightened look in his eyes was replaced with concerned but calm ones.

“No, that would be me,” Jake said.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Steven asked before he changed back to Jake.

“The Host never asked.” He replies before helping you out of the chair gently, “let’s go angel.” Jake calmly helped you to the backseat of the car, making sure you were taken care of before going and changing himself. It was just a shirt and sweatpants but better than the pair of boxers he was wearing before.

—

The drive was relatively short to the hospital, however as soon as you got there the contractions started.

Apparently, your contractions were happening sooner rather than the 12 or so hours later.

Honestly, the whole birthing process was a blur to you, you felt the pain but you don’t remember Marc holding your hand.

With each contraction you were back in those visions, those flashes, only this time they had Marc.

You saw that curly haired woman again, and you saw them together, kissing. You felt your heart ache as you heard her name.

Layla.

Another contraction you saw yourself all bruised and battered, barely breathing as people beat you. And out the corner of your eye you saw Marc, dressed as Moon Knight, escape with Layla in his arms.

Visions kept happening with each contraction, you and Marc fighting, a man named Alec, SWORD.

You see yourself, trapped on the bus, you had never looked that afraid before, the look of terror etched to your face as you pounded against the door of the bus. You walked closer to Alec and Marc not expecting to hear them over your screams.

“You’ll never have her,” Alec said his amber eyes were the ones that hurt you, “even if you kill me you’ll never have her.”

“And why is that?” You hear Marc ask mockingly. You studied him, you could tell by the suit it was him, but he was…darker than you remembered.

“Because I have something you’ll never have again,”

a pause.

“Her heart.”

And with that, as quick as lightning, you saw Marc snap his neck and Alec lay lifeless on the ground.

And those dull, unseeing, amber eyes seemed to stare at you, almost tauntingly. As if to say “you thought you could forget this?”

But how could you forget this, you remember this, you knew this was real, but it didn’t make sense. Memories of Marc, all the happy ones. Baking together, loving together, eating popcorn while watching trash tv together.

Was any of it real?

You bellowed in pain, not just from the labor but it felt like your entire being was being split open, body and soul.

In rapid flashes you could see what your life with Marc was truly like.

You were angry with him, but deep down, you were also terrified. You fought everyday to keep your mind and spirit.

You saw yourself entangled with him, the amount of conflict in you was palpable. You knew you didn’t want it, but you did at the same time. The amount of grief and shame that filled you as you saw yourself holding back the tears as you cleaned yourself up was overwhelming.

Then events passed in a blur, Layla helping you escape with Jake's assistance, you and Layla talking, a week passing by and then Jake rushing you out. Saying it was for your safety. Then, in the rearview mirror, you saw it, the switch. Then Layla dying in the backseat, the way she lifelessly slumped haunted you.

“You’re no better than your mother” Your voice echoed in your ears.

“NONE OF THAT WAS REAL!” Marc’s voice bellowed.

The cold click of a gun’s safety turning off.

“NO WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”

“Did you mean it when you said I was your world” your body felt like it was falling apart, atom by atom, “your moon and stars.”

Just as you thought you were going to die, you heard it.

A baby crying.

Your baby.

“Good,” You faintly hear as the world around you begins to fade into black as the pain ebbed away slowly, “You took everything from me, it’s about time I return the favor.”

—

Marc couldn’t decide if he was in heaven.

Or in hell.

He cradled his newborn daughter in his arms, he was so worried. For months he had been secretly dreading this moment, the moment he became a father. But now as he’s holding her, all he could feel was a love he never knew he was capable of. Each and every part of him loved her. Jake and Steven were in awe and for once, quiet. He beamed as he noticed that she scrunched her nose much like you did, something that he knew she inherited from you.

The fear was still there, and he suspected it always will be until the day he dies.

But none of that mattered right now.

Because his daughter was here.

If he was being honest, he didn’t know how he would’ve handled a son. He suspects he wouldn’t react nearly this affectionately.

But right now as he held onto your daughter he was worried. He was worried for you, you’ve been staring out that window a lot, the blank look in your eyes only disappeared when your daughter was in your arms.

He handed his daughter off to the nurse for another check up, one that he had requested to make sure that everything was ok. He kissed her gently on the forehead before walking over to where you sat. Marc sat gently on the bed next to you, and tried to notice the slight flinch that your body gave.

“What’s going on, Starlight?” Marc asked as he reached for your hand. You didn’t move your hand away but you also didn’t return the affection.

You mumbled something so quietly he didn’t understand what you had said.

“What?”

“Did you mean it?” You asked, not looking at him.

“What do you mean?” Marc asked.

“Did you mean it when you said I was your world,” You said bitterly, “your moon and stars.”

His blood ran cold as he saw your eyes and as the words tumbled out of your mouth. Those were one of the last words you spoke before…before the incident.

“I remember,” you said, still not looking directly at him, “I remember it all.”

Those were the words he never wanted to hear, he could handle anything else, but not that you remember.

“I’ve been having these flashes since I found out I was pregnant,” You explained, “they were tame at first. Just me sitting sadly by a window, and then a girl I didn’t recognize, then this pair of amber eyes.” You took in a shaky breath, “the girl's name was Layla…she was my best friend and your first wife, and those amber eyes belonged to Alec or I guess his real name was Mack.” Marc fell to his knees, tears streamed down your face as he grasped both of your hands. He was on his knees for you, and you could barely look at him. “You killed them all.”

“For us,” Marc said, grasping your hands tighter, “I did it all for us.”

“How am I still alive?” You asked.

“I made another deal,” Marc said as he realized it was no use hiding it all from you now, “with Khonshu. My life for yours.” You nodded blankly at the wall before letting out a shaky breath.

“I couldn’t escape you in life,” You said, “and I couldn’t escape from you in death.” A long moment of silence ensued as you gave his hands a firm squeeze.

“I’ve been thinking,” You said, “I’ve spent the last 24 hours thinking. I love our daughter, I love her more than I ever thought possible. She deserves the life we never got, one with loving parents and a nice home.” A spark of hope lit up inside him. “There may never be a day where I will come to forgive you. I will always remember what you did and that will haunt me forever, and the guilt that people died because of me and I repay them by playing house with their murderer will weigh on my shoulders until the day I die.” Your thumb strokes his knuckles, “but I love my daughter more than anything, she is my world, moon and stars. And I want her to live as happily as possible, and if that means I have to learn to love you despite what you’ve done then that means that’s something I have to do.” Marc started crying in your lap, from relief or sadness he couldn’t tell.

“Smile Marc,” you said as you lifted his head and he saw your sweet smile and bitter eyes, “You’ve won.”

—

You had decided to name her Eva June Spector. Named after the new life she breathed into you, and for the month she was born in.

Sure enough appearance wise she took after her father, tanned skin, dark and curly hair, even the nose was a smaller version of his. But her eyes, her eyes were the same as yours.

Eva loved her father, and Marc was an amazing father, sure he blundered here and there. But he was nothing like his parents, and neither were you.

There were moments of affection between you two, it was almost impossible when you're constantly reminded that you made something wonderful with this man, but some days were too much for you and you couldn’t stand to look at him or to have him touch you. But you shoved it down in front of your daughter.

Because you would walk through hell with a smile on your face for her.

When you came back from the hospital you knew you weren’t the only one trapped within this gated community.

You knew Wanda was possessive, and with that she was extremely possessive of her wife. The same with the ex Captain of America, the Winter Soldier, the Black Widow. This entire gated community was full of trapped people.

And as it rained outside and with baby Eva on your lap, you sat across from Marc, a sly smile on his face as he moved his piece on the chess board.

“Checkmate”

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Please tell us about your futureistic Dr, I really wanna know about things like beauty standards, gender stereotypes, fashion trends etc. if your comfortable sharing

YESSS I AM THIS IS SUCH A GOD QUESTION I AM HAPPY TO SHARE :D

okay so firstly, beauty standards, those don’t really exist there anymore.. if you’re hot you’re hot yk but one thing I will say is that a ton of people think it’s attractive if you are strong and have big muscles

but things like racism and for example someone saying that they think that a specific race is ugly and they prefer one over the other or “manly” looking isn’t a thing :D which is wonderful everyone is appreciated as it should be

gender stereotypes omg this is a really good question thank you for asking this I’ve been wanting to talk about this dr more it deserves to be more appreciated 😭

but there is a “loner man/ custom made” stereotype which is a man that prefers to date hologram women instead of real women. the “custom made” part is because when you get a “puella projector” (that’s the specific projector that is used for a hologram girlfriend) you can customize her which is actually crazy

so when like someone sees a sad looking man alone people will say something like “he’s probably sad because his girlfriend can’t leave the house” which is sooo 💀

they can tho if they have a laxatemin that connects to puella projector then they can go wherever but those are more expensive then the puella projector themselves which honestly is so evil HAA a puella projector is 5k I think and a laxatemin expander is 10k so yk those boyfriends have a lot of money to pay for their girlfriends

I’ve met quite a few hologram people and a lot of them actually find it offensive when you ask things like “do you really have emotions” or “can you feel when things touch you”

the first hologram girl I met was really nice her name is nelly and she said that she understands being curious about it

but like I touched her shoulder and she was like touching a real person’s shoulder it was crazy and I asked her to punch me which I know is weird 💀 but like I wanted to know if I would be able to feel it or not and I felt it alright

and when I asked her about her emotions she told me that she does feel them and she actually feels envy the most because she sees regular people walking around going anywhere they want while she’s stuck on the streets of the city :(

nelly is like a promoter I guess you can say?? like she dances and sings and if someone is interested in getting a puella projector then she tells them about it and all that

but I found out that you can also buy her because if someone likes her then they can take her home and like I genuinely felt so bad it’s actually a law in some places that you can’t have hologram people promoting because like these people have emotions and everything and they just stay on the streets dancing and talking to people keeping them entertained

I guess I thought they would have something like breaks and she told me they do get breaks for 4 hours (2 in the daytime and 2 in the nighttime) they turn off her projector but other then that no

but she also told me that she gets crushes on people easily which is just the way they made her and she said she kinda doesn’t like it because a lot of the time she’ll see someone she likes with a real person and then she gets really upset about it and then that leads into her wishing she was real but at the same time she said that it keeps things exciting for her hoping she sees them again

but yeah I really do feel bad for adamator projector (lover projector) promoters because of what they go through :( I hope it becomes illegal where I am and if not then I’ll go back and find nelly and every other adamator promoter and buy them and then get them an apartment because I genuinely feel so bad for them they deserve better then to live like that

and I have MONEY so yk 😋 I can

there’s this one stereotype and honestly I think it’s the one I probably fit into the most

“mad robot girl” which just means “feisty girl that makes ai”

IT WAS NELLY THAT ASKED ME IF IM A MAD ROBOT GIRL HA we spent like an hour taking maybe more we covered some important topics

I do in fact make robots and have fast mood swings yes 😔 but apparently tall feisty girl with toned muscles and wearing some cool technology on them them that’s how you fit the mad robot girl stereotype

which to be fair I don’t think I’m feisty 🧍🏻‍♀️ I’m actually very nice I think I just fit the look

OKAYY SO FASHION

I’m sorry I know that it’s only one picture but it’s the only one I could find that’s accurate but there’s all sorts of styles :D

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3, 6 [stay gold], 13, 17, 23, 26 and 33 for the fanfic ask game!

3. What are some tropes or details that you think are very characteristic of your fics?

Friends to Lovers and Time Travel. ESPECIALLY time travel 😅 I wanna say Platonic Intimacy too, at least to some degree, but idk if that's a trope exactly

6. What’s one fact about the universe of [stay gold] that you didn’t get a chance to mention in the fic itself?

For obvious reasons, this isn't made clear, but...when Sam apologizes to Hawk, he almost believes her. Robby’s sudden appearance and Hawk misinterpreting things kills a possible reconciliation, but…not all hope is lost, Sam! You might very well be successful later 👀

13. Are there any tropes you used to like but don’t anymore?

I used to be neutral on love corners ("love triangles"), but I've only come to dislike them more over time. Whether it's two girls fighting over one boy or two boys fighting over one girl...it's always written in a sexist way

I'm also considerably more neutral on romantic soulmates as a trope (I love platonic soulmates, but romantic soulmates don't really appeal to me like they used to). I like this trope in cases like the Good Place ("soulmates aren't found. They're made"—emphasizing the choice of the individuals), but...the idea of being fated to marry someone and not having any choice in the matter has kinda lost its luster for me over time (especially since they also imply that if you don't marry your soulmate, you'll be miserable. Yikes)

17. What highly specific AU do you want to read or write even though you might be the only person to appreciate it?

A PJO x Flash AU! Which I've had brewing in my mind as a concept for a while. I just have to smooth out the logistics 😅

23. What’s a trope, AU, or concept you’ve never written, but would like to?

A role reversal 🥰 whether a power-swap or just a reversal of roles in a different way...I've been intrigued by this trope for a while now

26. Would you rather write a fic that had no dialogue or one that was only dialogue?

Only dialogue! It comes most naturally to me 💞

33. If you write chaptered fics, what’s your ideal chapter length to write? Is it different from your ideal chapter length to read?

Hmm usually I aim for 3k-5k chapters (ideally 4k-5k), but I also do tend to break that rule when the chapter cutoffs dictate otherwise 😅 because really, the chapter's natural beginning and endpoints matter more to me than how short or long it ends up being

fanfic writer ask game!

#fanfic writer ask game #ck time travel au

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yeonjunszn · 2 years

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wips <3

okay so i never really wanted to make one of these bc like, i wanted to keep all my ideas to myself so no one steals them mwahahahah 😈 .. but i fear i have too many that i for sure want to execute and i don’t wanna forget them :( so i’m making this to throw them on the back burner and to ensure i don’t forget to work on some of them when the time comes :D (also an excuse to show off the banners ive made bc my former graphic design major heart is full)

ENHYPEN WIPS :

★ the scent that stays - jungwon x f!reader (smau)

𖦹 genres: fluff, crack, slice of life

## warnings: mature language, idol!jungwon x barista!reader, this is a continuation of my drabble “the scent that lingers” from march, coffee shop!au/meet cute!au, more to come

++ includes: rest of enhypen, stayc yoon & j, kep1er hikaru, p1harmony soul, ive rei & liz

໑ summary: yang jungwon no longer finds serenity and comfort in the form of coffee beans or the color beige. instead they stress him out, because they remind him of you, and he still can’t seem to get the courage to ask you out properly.

★ untitled - sunghoon x f!reader (smau)

𖦹 genres: fluff, angst, crack

## warnings: mature language, maid sama!au, high school!au, whatever trope usui and misaki are, more to come once i’ve figured everything out — this is just taking inspiration from the show and not following the exact plot

++ includes: tba

໑ summary: n/a

TXT WIPS :

★ untitled - soobin x f!reader (fic) **estimated 6-8k ((currently 738))

𖦹 genres: fluff, smut

## warnings: 18+ !! mature language, brother’s best friend trope, reader is yeonjun’s sister, mutual pining, so much tension it hurts, marking, vaginal fingering, oral (f! receiving), pussyjob, unprotected sex (BE SAFE!), corruption kink, size kink, big dick soobin 😵‍💫, praise + slight degradation, pet names, breeding kink? kinda? ((sorry i alr know what i want))

໑ summary: yeonjun wasn’t always the most overprotective older brother, but you’re starting to think maybe he should’ve been.

SKZ WIPS :

★ three’s a company - chan x f!reader x minho (fic) **estimated 4-5k?? ((currently 2.9k))

𖦹 genres: smut mostly (porn with minimal plot but also the plot is there?)

## warnings: 18+ minors dni, mature language, uni!au? i guess, chan and minho are professors so age gap, student/prof stuff (pls don’t sleep w ur professors LMFAO), implied that they both have their ph. d, they’re both competitive little shits, this is actually the revival of a draft from when i used to write for anime 😭 i reread what i already had and thought it wasn’t half bad so take with that what u will

໑ summary: your professors strive to be the best at everything they do, so it isn’t a shock that the same comes to you.

NCT WIPS :

take my breath - na jaemin x f!reader (fic) **estimated 10-15k? maybe more? (currently 8k)

genres: fluff, angst, crack ig, nsfw

warnings: tba

summary: your relationship with na jaemin in the span of a year, told through the different seasons.

#wips #upcoming works #enhypen #tomorrow x together #seventeen #stray kids #yeonjunszn

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5sosfanfictioncatalogue · 2 years

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Birthday Sex Masterlist

Birthday Cake (ao3) - im_just_a_sucker_for_bromance luke/calum E, 2k

Summary: Birfffday Cake

It's Luke's birthday and Calum decides to make it special.

Birthday Sex (ao3) - felixandtae luke/ashton T, 3k

Summary: It's Ashton's birthday and Luke likes to take care of his boyfriend after they have sex, which includes a nice bubble bath and singing cheesy lyrics.

Don't need candles and cake, just need your body (ao3) - antisocialhood michael/luke E, 5k

Summary: It's Luke's birthday and Michael just wants to make him smile, just wants to see Luke squirming under him with needy gasps and tiny sounds, just wants to stop playing around his feelings.

feels like home to me (ao3) - lourrygum ot4 E, 3k

Summary: "You know you guys don't have to do this," Ashton mutters, voice cracking embarrassingly as Calum palms himself through his jeans, like it's completely normal to do so. Which, Ashton guesses it is, in this kind of scenario.

"You're always taking care of us." Michael shrugs, watching as Luke starts to stroke the hard bulge of Ashton's cock, through his boxers, no less. "Let us take care of you sometimes."

or, it's Ashton's birthday and he feels kind of shitty and sometimes all you need is love and orgasms.

Gotta Lick The Icing Off (ao3) - IfWallsCouldMuke michael/luke E, 769

Summary: Happy birthday, Luke!

Happy Birthday, Kitten (ao3) - radioactive_pizza michael/luke N/R, 2k

Summary: // the one where it's Michaels birthday and Luke gives him a special present.

I Love The Way You Talk On Top Of Me (ao3) - mukeftlashton michael/luke E, 3k

Summary: “You look stunning, princess. Absolutely beautiful,” Michael whispers against his lips, his fingers tracing over the lace trim, causing Luke to shiver. He brings them lower, brushing over the black garters before he pulls on one, letting it snap back against Luke's pale thigh, causing the blonde boy to let out a low moan.

It's Luke's birthday, and all he wants is a pair of lace panties.

i only wanna talk to you (ao3) - calumshoods calum/ashton E, 47k

Summary: “This is us, Calum. This is our story, from beginning to now, all of my favorite moments. The ups and the downs. The good and the bad. Mostly the good, though, because there’s hardly ever a bad moment with you. I mean, yeah, you fart a lot and it smells, but I’ve gotten used to that.” He pauses to giggle at his own joke again, a sweet, high-pitched sound that make Calum’s heart flutter.

or ashton leaves to work on his documentary and leaves calum recordings of his favorite memories with him

it's unlike anything when you're lovin' me (ao3) - orphan_account ot4 E, 2k

Summary: On a normal day, Calum would have ignored Michael’s pleas and continued with his relentless teasing which eventually would have led to Ashton punishing his ass for torturing Michael like that, but since today it’s Michael’s birthday Calum knows he has got to be nice.

Magic Mike (ao3) - im_just_a_sucker_for_bromance michael/everyone E, 3k

Summary: Ashton Irwin is turning 21 and wanted a grand party. To his surprise, his idea of 'Grand Party' does not coincide with what his friends think a 'Grand Party' means. His night may turn out to be better than he had imagine.

Midnight Memories (ao3) - im_just_a_sucker_for_bromance michael/calum E, 3k

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Luke chokes on his water.

Calum slaps him on the back a few times, even though Luke has told him over and over that doesn’t do anything to help.

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Summary: Michael giggles as Calum takes his hand and kisses his lips, stumbling towards the exit of the dingy bar they're in. It's Michael's birthday, his twenty-first to be exact, and he's just had his first few legal beers in America. He's just on the right side of tipsy and feeling good as Calum drags him away from the overly loud music and the smell of hot wings.

"You know, baby, you never told me what you wanted for birthday." Calum mumbles, lips tickling Michael's when he doesn't bother pulling away entirely.

Michael hums and nudges his lips against Calum's for more, humming again when Calum obliges and kisses him. "I didn't really want anything."

or: It's Michael's birthday and he wants Calum.

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Luke knelt over his body, a sinful look covering his face. Luke moved down, brushing his lips against the cool skin, making Michael shuddered. “I think you can do it again baby.”

Luke was killing Michael.

He was literally trying to kill the boy with sex and Michael is so proud of him.

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“What was that for?” Ashton asked—he didn’t not want to make out with Calum, or whatever, but he just hadn’t been expecting it.

“It’s your birthday,” Calum replied, keeping his voice low—though if Ashton had been paying attention, he’d have noticed that Michael and Luke were both craning their necks to watch, see Ashton’s reaction, see if it seemed like what they hadn’t admitted to planning was going to work.

“Yeah, so?” Ashton asked, still not quite getting it. He smiled, bemused, at Calum.

“So,” Calum said, “maybe we just want you to have a great fucking night.”

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R Town | Ch.17

Jimin x Taehyung

POV: Jimin

Warnings: Alcohol, Drunk confidence, Jealousy, Lap dance, Confessions, Public sex, Anal sex.

Index | Ch.18

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My head slips from my hand, making me hit it against the bar top, and I start laughing uncontrollably because of it. I can't remember the last time I got drunk or the last time I drank, for that matter, but it just felt right when being in my sister's club at one in the afternoon.

I pick my head back up, and my sister is looking down at me from the other side of the bar with eyes filled with concern. In my drunk mindset, I think she looks kinda funny, so I smile and poke M on the nose. "Turn that frown upside down, sissy. You look prettier when you smile."

M rolls her eyes, then leans on the bar with her chin in her hand, mirroring me. "Your drunk."

I make a 'Pff' noise like I don't believe her true words. "What makes you say that?"

"Because you only call me 'sissy' when your hiding something, or when your drunk."

"Ha! That's not true~ I call you sissy... because your my sissy."

M's frown only gets deeper, and it's starting to ruin my fun mood. The exact opposite of what I aimed to do today. I take the final big sip of my drink and feel the burn of whiskey go down my throat. I barely drink, but when I do, I never drink hard stuff like this. I'm only drinking whiskey now because the person who's making me want to get out of my head like this drinks it all the time.

My once happy, for no reason, smile falls when I remember Taehyung. I can't believe he fucked someone else. I can't believe that I care about him fucking someone else! I hate feelings so much. Why can't we control them like we control how we walk? It's so easy once you learn, but feelings are nothing like walking. Even when we learn about them, we can never control them. And right now, my feelings for Taehyung are so beyond complicated it's making me want to order another drink.

"Hey, baby sis~" I try to say in a sly tone, but it ends up coming out slurred instead. "You wanna get your big bro, Jimin another?"

I smile at M and shake my empty glass, hoping it would convince her, but she just shakes her head. "What's wrong, Jimin? You've been sitting here drinking for the past hour. Did something happen?"

Something did happen. The person I'm too stupid to let be mine fucked another guy! In his room too! He fucked him where he likes to fuck me and did it twice. I feel pain in my chest just thinking about it. My heart feels the pain when I think about how Taehyung liked it. How he could have liked the other guy more than me...

Instead of answering M, I lay my forehead against the bar top and start crying. Snotty, bellowing so loud people look over, crying.

"W-why? Why did he have to fuck someone else?!"

"What?" M yells from right next to me.

It's then I feel her arm wrap around my shoulder, and I guess she went around the bar when I started crying. I look at her and think, fuck... now I have to explain this.

If I were sober, I wouldn't have explained a thing. Heck, if I were sober, I wouldn't be crying in a club right now in front of a bunch of people, but because I'm not sober one bit, I spill everything to her and probably anyone listening close by.

"I f-fucked up, M! I really fucked up. This guy wanted to b-be with me, but I was to much of a dumb ass to accept... And now he's... h-he fucked another guy, and I don't know what to do." I hit my head against the bar again. "I should just die in a hole."

"Aww, Jimin," M says in a comforting voice while pulling me closer to her. My head drops from the bar top to her lap, and I feel her fingers run through my hair. It doesn't feel as good as when Taehyung does it, but it's comforting nonetheless. "I'm sorry you went through that, but... why did you reject him in the first place?"

"Because I'm stupid." And that really is the answer. I thought we wouldn't work. I thought we could never make it long-term, but now seeing what it would be like if I didn't have him at all hurts way more than thinking about the alternative.

I'm so stupid.

"Your not stupid, Jimin, your confused. This guy you love-"

"What?" I pick my head right off of her lap when she says the word love. It actually makes M jump in her seat.

"The guy your talking about. You didn't say his name, but it's obvious you love him if you thinking about him just being with another person hurts this much."

I shake my head, not wanting to believe her, but she has a point. Do I love Taehyung? No, there's no way. How can I love someone that started our relationship by paying me to fuck him! Then again, he didn't pay me last time. Does that mean something?

After I saw the condoms in his trash, I bolted from his house before payment even crossed my mind. I didn't even think about him paying me at all. I just wanted him to hold me and give me all his affection. That's all I wanted and needed at that moment.

Was that love? Before my mood was ruined, was that me seeking him out because I loved him?

I continue to think it over, and M is now looking at me like I have two heads. I can't trust anyone else with this, and there's no way M is in love with Felix, but I ask her anyway, "How do you know when your in love?"

M's eyes widen from my question, but then she begins to actually think. She must have thought of something because I watch her lips soon turn into a little smile. "You know you love someone when even during the worst of times, there the first person you think about. There the first person you want to go to, and even just talking to them about stupid shit makes you happy."

Fuck.

I'm in love with Taehyung.

I slam my head back on the bar top for what felt like the millionth time, and I hear M say in surprise, "Jesus!"

I'm in love with Taehyung. I'm in love with Taehyung Kim. The town's richest and most business-owning man. The person that could get rid of someone with one phone call and fuck any person he wants because of his money and handsome face... I'm in love with.

God dammit, Jimin.

"Who the fuck is sleeping at my bar?" I hear someone say. It doesn't register in my intoxicated brain who it was until I look up. I wish I pretended to sleep, though, because not knowing who it was would have been a better alternative.

Felix is standings in front of me on the other side of the bar, wearing a black leather jacket and a facial expression full of annoyance, staring down at me. I guess he realized who I was because then his eyebrows raised in surprise. "Holy shit, Jimin? You didn't tell me your brother was here, wife."

I scrunch my nose in anger and annoyance at the way he's talking to my sister and me. Like I don't deserve to be in his presence, and M is nothing more than a piece of property he calls wife.

"Hi Felix," I say, not amused that he's here and full of obvious attitude.

"What the fucks the attitude for?"

"Felix, please just leave him alone," M says before I could tell Felix to fuck off!

Felix turns his attention to M and raises his eyebrow in question. They kinda look like Caterpillar's dancing to end right now, so I try my best not to laugh. "Why should I? This little bitch of a brother you have never respects me! This is my club, and I won't have him coming here-"

"And it's my club too. My brother can come here anytime he wants," M interrupts. "And lower your voice. People are starting to stare."

Felix then looks around at the few people that took their eyes off the strippers to stare at the three of us. He then puts on the fakest smile I've ever seen, like he's purer than God himself, and leans down to get closer to M'a face.

"Your so lucky we're in public, wife. Speaking about being in public. I've been hearing around that you like to go out at night. Where the fuck have you been going?"

And this is my cue to leave. Maybe if I were a bit soberer and didn't down three cups of whiskey ten minutes ago, I would have stayed there and made sure M was okay. Instead, my mind is only reading this as a couple's argument, so I stand up from my stool and walk away. The last thing I hear is M saying, "The people you're talking to are delusional, Felix."

I walk away, no longer in earshot of M's and Felix's conversation, and instead of leaving as I should have, I begin to walk around the club. A few male prostitutes and even one female prostitute look at me with the fuck me eyes, but I just roll my eyes and keep walking. Even if I'm beyond the point of being drunk, stumbling over nothing as we speak, I would never spend my money on something like that. I barely have any money now as it is. I guess I got too used to Taehyung taking care of me that I got greedy and spent all the money too quickly. The most I have now I need for rent this month, and this just reminds me that I'll need to see Taehyung again later.

I fill with both rage and the emotion I just now figured out the name for. Rage because I'm still just his bloody whore. Nothing more because I was too stupid to accept his proposal. And I'm feeling the newly named emotion... love... because in spite of him fucking someone else, I still want to see him. I still want him to give me his affection, and I want to talk to him about whatever comes to my mind and watch his little smile grow as I do.

I find myself smiling with just the thought of Taehyung and I being like that again, but my smile soon falls when I hear some moaning come from a room I pass, and instead of feeling disgusted, it just reminds me of how Taehyung makes me feel. I've always liked how he does me. Making me feel like a volcano is going off in my stomach as he fucks me in so many different ways. Always aiming for the one spot inside me that has me seeing stars and making me call out-

"Oh, Taehyung."

I freeze in my spot. That wasn't in my head. That came from the room I just passed. One of the rooms that only have thick red curtains stopping other people from seeing what's going on inside. I want to say my ears are playing tricks on me, but I've moaned his name a similar way thousands of times to know there's no way I misheard the guy inside.

Without thinking, literally no thought process at all besides drunk rage, I swipe to open the curtain. The scene in front of me is way worse than I ever imagined.

Taehyung is there, sitting on the rounded red booth with a drink in one hand... and a male stripper's ass in the other. He's squeezing some brown-haired bitch boy's ass as the guy grinds against him. The stripper is straddling Taehyung's thighs and making sure to rub right against his crotch while he gives him - what I assume - is a lap dance.

It takes a moment for Taehyung to notice me, him being too focused on the ass in his hands and the guy rubbing up all over him, but when notices me, his satisfied smirk falls.

"Jimin," Taehyung says, surprised and slightly horrified. I feel a tear fall from my eyes. Then I feel more tears fall down my face when the guy that was grinding all over Taehyung looked over at me. The guy giggles when he sees me, and I want to punch him square in the face because of it.

"Sorry, hun. This booths taken," The guy says.

I don't even mean my next words. I don't mean them, and I think they're stupid even as I say them, but I look Taehyung straight in the eyes and say, "Fuck you."

Then I walk away. I walk straight out the back door, and I don't stop to listen when Taehyung yells out my name. I run all the way to the ally between Jeons Games and Lee Club. I stop right in the middle, where it's darkest, and then I take a lung full of fresh air. I try to think about anything else besides what I just witnessed, but instead, I have the scene playing out over and over in my head. Seeing Taehyung look more and more wrapped up in the pleasure the guy is giving him each time.

It's too much. I collapse onto my hands and knees onto the ground in the middle of the ally and cry so hard my lungs hurt from the lack of oxygen I'm allowing them. I've never felt my heart hurt so much before. Not when my parents told me I was a disgrace, not when my sister came to my room all beat up, and not when the doctor died. This moment right here tops them all.

The person I love... fucked someone else. The person I love... was letting another guy touch him, and he was touching him right back.

I'm crying so hard at this point that my eyes are squeezed shut, and my ears don't register the opening and closing of the club's back door. I don't register my name as being called out in fear. I don't even fully register being picked up and cradled in someone's arms until my head hits their chest.

The person's warmth radiates against me, but it just barely comforts me. My broken - no, demolished - heart is in too much pain right now to take anything in as comfort.

For some reason, the person I think that's holding me is M. Even though the arms around me are too muscular to be hers, and the chest I'm laying on is missing two lumps of fat, she's the only person I could think of that would run after me.

"I saw him. I f-fucking saw him, M..."

I hear a masculine chuckle from the person holding me, but it doesn't sound at all amused. "Not M. Guess again, baby."

My eyes open wide when I hear Taehyung's voice. Once again, not thinking at all, I roll myself away from his comforting embrace and stand up. I don't want to be anywhere near him right now. Not while my drunk emotions are ready to explode. I take one step forward, but gravity decides to hate me at that moment, and I stumble into the brick wall. Before my head hits the bricks, Taehyung is up and grabbing onto me.

Taehyung holds me by my hips so I don't risk falling again, and my body feels like pudding. I'm barely standing up as I lean my back against the wall and stare at his cuter, then squishmellows face!

Yes, I think squishmellows are cute! Wanna fight about it?!

I try to push Taehyung away from me, but he doesn't budge. Instead, I just end up rubbing on his muscular chest and hate myself even more for giving up someone that feels like this in my hands.

"I'm not leaving you, Jimin. You should stop trying to leave now."

"Y-your so cruel, you know that? So, so cruel."

I lean my head against his shoulder, and Taehyung lets me lay there for a few moments before he's straightening me back up against the wall. He holds the sides of my face gently with his hand, and now sadness is written all over his face.

What does he have to be sad about? I'm the one going through a heartbreak! He's off fucking whoever he wants, and I'm here crying and sulking because I gave away the chance to be with the person I love.

"What's wrong Jimin?" Taehyung's voice sounds so delicate. Like he's afraid if he speaks any other way, I will run away.

And you know what... I don't care if he cares. I'm going to say what I want, and it may have to do with the fact that I'm drunk, but I start spitting out all my feelings, not caring if he cares. Even as my subconscious yells at me not to do it, everything I've been keeping in decides to make its debut anyway.

"You! You're what's wrong!" Shut up, Jimin! "Your off doing whatever the hell you want, and doing anyone you want, while I'm here only wanting you." Okay, Jimin, it's time to stop! "And I'm s-so stupid. Stupid, stupid me. I let you go an-and do it~"

Taehyung's eyes slowly grew wider as I was speaking. My drunk confidence may be too much for him, but I'm letting everything out, whether it ruins everything or not.

"How are you stupid, Jimin?" Taehyung's voice sounds like he's out of breath. I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing, but I answer his question regardless.

"I'm stupid because I love you. I let you make me fall in love with you... I'm stupid because even though I know yu-you fucked someone e-else, I want you even more! Stupid, stupid me. And you don't even love me back~"

And I am stupid. I'm stupid for this confession and for the feelings. So god damn-

"Y-yes I do."

Did Taehyung just... stutter?

"I do love you, Jimin." It's my turn to let my eyes widen. "I think I've loved you for longer then I knew it, too."

I don't believe it. How can I believe it?

"No you don't."

"Yes I do," Taehyung laughs back in return. I, on the other hand, am serious about where I stand on the matter.

"Then why did you fuck someone else?" My anger heats up from my words, but I'm not the only person getting heated. I watch in complete fucking surprise as Taehyung's cheeks begin to blush. Taehyung never blushes. He just doesn't. There's nothing for this overly confident man to blush about, so why is he blushing?

"W-well, Jimin..." Is he stuttering again?! "After you rejected me, I got very drunk... I went to this club to search for someone specific." I already hate this story. "The guy you caught me with before... Trevor... he lets guys do something."

I roll my eyes and let my anger shine through as I say, "Yeah, fuck him in the ass. I bet it's so good, Taehyung. Please stop. It hurts already-"

"No, no, no! That's not what I'm getting at. He..." Taehyung takes a deep breath. "He lets guys pretend he's someone else."

"Someone... else?" I don't need to tell Taehyung I'm beyond confused, but I get even more confused when Taehyung's blush spreads to his neck.

"Yeah, he does. He lets guys call him someone else. Like, by a different name. I was so hurt after you rejected me, that I paid him to let me fuck him... and to pretend to love me. I asked him to pretend to love me as..." And then Taehyung points at me.

I swear to god, this information just made me stone-cold sober. My eyes widen, and my jaw drops. I'm so beyond the word surprised that I can't even put a name to it.

Taehyung rubs at the back of his neck, looking embarrassed as fuck, and it doesn't suit him at all, but I understand why he is. Taehyung only looks back at me when I cup his face with both my hands. Feeling his soft skin under my fingertips.

"S-so... you really do love me?" Taehyung nods his head. "So the guy inside... you were pretending it was..." I pointed to myself, and Taehyung nodded his head again.

"It hurt to much to sleep with you knowing you didn't feel the same way as me. I thought I could get over it, and when you came to me yesterday and we slept together I thought, maybe he'll change his mind eventually... But then you left right afterwards, and it hurt like a fucking bitch."

Now it's my turn to look at Taehyung with sadness in my eyes. I feel so beyond guilty for not realizing my feeling for him sooner, and since I rejected him, it made all this happen.

"I'm sorry, Taehyung. I'm...I'm such an fucking idiot."

"No! No, your not. You didn't know you felt the way you do now. I don't blame you for any of it, it's just... I really do love you."

And that's enough to put a smile on my face. That's enough for everything around us to melt away and for me to pull his face in and kiss him. It takes a moment for Taehyung to respond back, but when he does, I sigh in satisfaction. This kiss sealed the deal for me.

I'm never going to let him go.

I pull back from our kiss, and with a teasing smile, I ask, "Can I change my answer from a week ago?"

At first, Taehyung looks confused by my question, but when it registers, the biggest, boxiest smile forms on his face. The smile that's only ever there for me. "You really want to be with me?"

I nod my head enthusiastically, then say, "Yes, Tae. I really want to be with you."

And with my answer, Taehyung dives in for a much deeper kiss than before. He kisses me so passionately my head hits the brick wall, and our teeth clatter together. He's so rough, and oh my god, I love it so much. How can I not want a guy like him? He touches, kisses, and loves me in all the ways I want!

But this just reminds me of the Trevor guy...

I can't let this ruin my mood. I can't let the fact that Taehyung had sex with someone else while he was single hurt me. Not after we just claimed our mutual love for each other. He's mine now, and I want him to claim what's his. I want him to make me forget anyone else but him. I want him to forget everyone else but me!

I push Taehyung back, detaching our lips, but then he just dives into my neck. I whimper when his teeth nip at my sensitive skin. Even though this feels so good, I want more of him. I want more of all things Taehyung.

I whisper against his hair, "Fuck me Taehyung." He freezes against my neck. "I want you to fuck me right here, right now." He pulls away from my neck and looks me in the eyes. "I want you to forget anyone else you've ever fucked besides me, and I want the only person I think about to only ever be you."

Then Taehyung smirks. He presses our foreheads together, kisses my nose, and then whispers to me, "Turn around."

And I do just that. I turn around and place my hands against the brick wall, and stick my butt out until I feel his already hard dick pressing against his slacks. I rub my ass against him and moan at the friction with impales the center of me, but before I can enjoy it too much, Taehyung smacks my ass and makes me jump.

"Not so fast, baby. We gotta prep you first."

I groan, annoyed by Taehyung's words, but at the same time, I love the way Taehyung practically rips my clothing off of me. Pulling off my shirt and jeans like it was ripping paper from a notebook. Before he pulls my underwear down, though, I watch Taehyung look down both sides of the ally.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"I don't want anyone to see you." I bite my lip and look forward again. We've never had sex in public, and now realizing we are is making me kind of nervous, but the fact that Taehyung doesn't want people to see me is so sweet in my eyes.

Taehyung, without warning, takes me by my hands and pulls me until we're in between two big garbage cans that are a few feet away from each other. It's taller than both of us, which means if anyone were to pass by from either side of the ally, they can't see us.

He maneuvers me into the exact position we were in before and then finally pulls down my underwear. Taehyung rubs one of my ass cheeks with his full hand and then smacks it, making me jump. The breeze from the air makes the sting more noticeable.

"God, I love your tight little ass. Do you know how good you feel?" Seriously! I love feeling my dick inside of you."

My face is so red it's probably the same color as the bricks. I was about to tell Taehyung to either stop or say more, but before I could decide, he plunged his finger inside me. Making me gasp and moan at the same time.

Taehyung doesn't take much time to prep me, stretching my walls fast but deliciously as always. Luckily he does it fast, too, because I know we both just want to skip to the part we both need right now.

I hear Taehyung unzip his fly from behind me, and that's the only warning I got before his dick was jamming into me. Bottoming out inside me and making me cry out into the empty ally. Taehyung quickly covers my mouth and pulls my head so my ear is next to his mouth. "As much I love hearing you moan for me, I don't want anyone else hearing you, so you'll have to try and be quiet, baby."

I moan against his hand because even his words are making me clench around him in pleasure. I nod my head when I realize he's not going to move without an answer, and then Taehyung starts thrusting into me at an even pace.

His dick is stretching, and thrusting against my walls so good, that I have to bite onto my own hand to stop myself from being loud. Taehyung, on the other hand, isn't helping with his own command at all.

"Fuck, Jimin. I love feeling you clench around me. You make me want to cum so badly, but then I'll have to stop fucking you... I never want to get out of your tight ass, baby."

Fuck, I'm close already!

Taehyung is too good at the dirty talk for his own good! Not to mention his already super sexy grunts and moans he's calling into my ear. He must know I'm close, too, because then he finds my favorite spot for him to touch inside me, and I almost fall forward. Taehyung quickly wraps his arm around me and supports us both with his other hand pressed against the brick wall.

I'm holding both my hands now over my mouth, screaming into them. Instead of slowing down, the even pace Taehyung was doing before doubles in time. I feel my dick swell, and I start to clench around him as he fucks into me faster and faster! I know I'm going to cum soon. There's no doubt about it.

And I do... but not alone.

Taehyung has never touched me before. I've blown him, given him hand jobs, let him fuck me in every way he wanted, but he has never touched me. Yeah, he fingered my ass plenty of times, but this time, right before I was about to cum, I feel Taehyung's hand that was holding me up by my waist wrap around my dick. He jerks me off super fast to the point it's matching with his deep thrusts.

The noise I make when I cum doesn't sound like it's from this world. If it weren't for Taehyung holding me up, I would have collapsed right there on the now cum filled ground.

"T-T-Taehyung, oh my god!" I scream into the empty ally. Taehyung continues to jerk me off until I'm completely spent and whimpering in sensitivity and then holds his hand over my mouth again.

Even in my sensitive state, I let Taehyung fuck me until he's finished. I moan and bite at his hand, my body reacting to the overstimulation by clenching so hard I'm surprised Taehyung's big dick is able to enter me, but I don't care. I want Taehyung to cum inside me, and I don't care if he has to use my body until I'm knocked out on the floor because of it.

That doesn't happen, though, because, after a couple of minutes of fast-paced thrusts, Taehyung fills me up in such a delicious way that I'm seeing stars all over again. I even cum a little bit more because of it. Taehyung really is the perfect partner, especially in the sex department.

After Taehyung is done, he somehow still has the strength to hold us up against the wall. I feel him breathing heavily against my neck and smile in satisfaction, knowing I made him feel this good.

"I love you, Jimin." I smile at his words, and I honestly think I won't ever get tired of him admitting that.

"I love you too, Tae."

Index | Ch.18

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