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itsamejin · 4 years

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easy || jungkook angst/fluff

Summary: Date you, win a bet, get his rent paid off. Sounds promising enough, right? Jungkook should’ve known that his ambitions would end in disaster, but even if he did, that still wouldn’t have stopped him from pursuing you.

Warning: cursing, crude humor, fuckboy talk

Genre: college!au, fuckboy!au, bet!trope, angst, fluff

Pairing: Jungkook x female!reader

Premise: In which Jungkook accepts a bet from Taehyung to date the first girl that walks into the lecture hall and realizes that he bit off more than he could chew when starts to catch feelings. Now, he has to suffer the consequences of being an idiot.

Commission Request: @altus-gens

Word Count: 9,203 words

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It's not like Jungkook planned to be one of the most sought after person in Yonsei University, but it somehow turned out to be that way. Truthfully, he basks in it, loves that so many people idolize him for doing the bare minimum. He was handsome after all and had a level of charm that surpassed the need to have a good personality.

He got into such a prestigious school through an athletic scholarship for Taekwondo, managed to convince his professors to pass him when he put in minimal effort, and there was no shortage of girls to call when he was feeling lonely for a night. He was the stereotypical 'it' boy on campus and maybe if he was a little bit smarter, he'd have a better choice of friends than the six idiots he always hangs around with.

"How about this," Taehyung starts, gum in his mouth, "the first girl who walks in, you have to successfully get in her pants."

Jungkook rolls his eyes. They were in a damn lecture hall and yet Taehyung had no shame bringing up sex. Typical.

“This again, bro?” Hoseok sighed. “Aren’t you sick of bribing us to do weird shit for you?”

Taehyung smirked.

“Not at all, actually.”

"For how much?" Namjoon cut in, probably curious for the price point Taehyung would arrange this time. He was fired from his job just a week ago and could really use the money. "I'll do it if it’s enough to pay for my rent this month."

Taehyung scoffs, although knowing full well he could pay for all of the boys’ tuitions combined if he wanted to. He was the resident rich bachelor on campus after all.

"I'll pay it for a full year and your utility bills too if you're really down," Taehyung flaunts. "You just gotta have proof you actually managed to do it."

"Dude that's gross," Seokjin chimes in, "No one wants to send you proof of us doing it with a random girl."

Taehyung shakes his head.

"No, no, no," he says, clicking his tongue. "I phrased it incorrectly. I’m not a fucking pervert."

“You got us fooled,” Jimin mutters.

Taehyung leans in closer to the six boys and even Jungkook finds himself getting intrigued. Admittedly, he was a little curious considering he hasn't had a proper meal in weeks. He could really use having some extra cash for food without worrying about rent.

"You have to date the girl for like three months," Taehyung says seriously, "and I'll consider that as enough proof that you managed to actually do it since I know you guys are too horny to wait any longer than that to fuck."

They all look at Taehyung in disgust, Jimin even opting to hit him in the back of the head for being so vulgar. To be fair, they were all thinking of accepting Taehyung's bet regardless. It's not like they were new to leading girls on anyway.

"You gotta pay me more than that to fuck just any girl," Yoongi says, yawning in the process. He seemed the least likely to take up Taehyung's offer, but he was still game depending on the person.

"Then how would you feel," Taehyung starts, "if I told you guys that I could get you priority registration for next quarter."

The boys, even the ones who weren't interested, were now listening to Taehyung's every word.

"You mean," Hoseok gulps, "I could finally get that fucking Organic Chemistry class I need to get out of this hell hole?!"

Taehyung shrugs, an ominous smile on his face.

"Just the perk of having parents who have connections," Taehyung replies. “I’ll only accept one of you guys to do it though. I don’t wanna have you all fucking the same girl- that’d be weird.”

Hoseok rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, that’s what’s weird about this,” he grumbles.

“So are you guys in or not?” Taehyung asks, his patience growing thin.

He lays back on his chair, a smoldering look on his face when they all nod. They were desperate for money after all.

"The next girl that walks in will be the subject of this bet and whoever calls dibs on her first will be the one to woo her,” he says with a stretch of his arms. “Good luck boys.”

They all turned to look at the door and Jungkook watches silently as guy after guy walks into the lecture hall. No girl yet.

Jungkook was hoping, from the bottom of his heart, that no familiar faces would walk in. If he had to deal with a past fling, he’d have to back out immediately. He never dealt with exes very well.

The guys are at the edge of their seats, praying for a cute girl to walk through that didn’t already know about their horrible reputation. They were looking for an easy target, someone that could fall for their charms almost immediately.

And then, you walk in. You were clad in sweats with earphones on, rushing toward the front row seats of the lecture hall. You were chatting with your friends, yawning several times throughout your conversation with them. Jungkook couldn’t help but smirk. There was nothing special about you to point out, in fact, you were just like everyone else. Strangely enough, he found that the most intriguing part about you.

"Nope, nope, nope," Jimin shakes his head repeatedly. "Can't, won't, never will. Sorry, Tae."

They all stare at him in confusion.

"What the fuck, what's wrong with her?" Yoongi asks, crossing his arms over his chest. Jimin faces away from you, not wanting to look at you any longer.

"No, nothing," there seems to be a blush forming on his face. He was hiding something.

“Bullshit,” Taehyung furrows his brows. “Bro, if she’s crazy and one of us gets our dick bitten off, we’re all blaming you, so spit it out.”

Jimin just sighs.

"She's been giving me Professor Kwon’s notes for the past few weeks,” he starts, much to the confusion of his friends. “Her name is [Y/N]. It'll be really mean if I go after her, especially since she and I are kind of friends. Plus, I really need to pass this class. I failed last quarter..."

The boys groan. Jimin was no fun.

"She's not my type so I don't think I could really get into it either," Seokjin states, no longer interested in the prize after Jimin’s confession. He’s been banking off of your notes from him too.

"Aren’t we all old enough to know not to mess with people’s feelings?" Hoseok sighs.

They roll their eyes at Hoseok’s statement. Who was he trying to fool with the nice guy act? He probably fooled around with girls just as much as the other guys did.

"Yeah, I’m backing out," Yoongi agrees, "and she hates me so there's that."

They all look at him questioningly and he puts his hands up in the air from their gazes.

"What? I just realized who she’s talking to down there.”

He pointed at a girl discreetly, but no one seemed to recognize her.

“Her friend and I dated,” Yoongi continues, “and I broke up with her over text and blocked her without letting her respond. That whole friend group is pretty much pissed at me. I'd rather not have to deal with them again."

The guys look disapprovingly at him. Breaking up over text was harsh, but probably not the worst thing Yoongi has done to his exes.

"You're actually a piece of shit," Namjoon sighs. "I really do need my rent paid though..."

Jungkook nods in agreement. It's been almost impossible to balance Taekwondo practices, college papers, and working a part-time job all at once. If he could somehow find a way to quit his job for a while and get priority registration for classes, then he doesn't mind getting his hands a little dirty in the process. Plus, you were cute enough and he's sure you weren't too difficult to befriend as long as he doesn't mention Yoongi in any conversations.

"I'm in," Jungkook chides, finally saying something after such a long period of silence.

They all look at him with disbelief in their eyes. Jungkook was never the one to partake in Taehyung's bets. In fact, he was the one usually ridiculing them for participating. He must have been really desperate if he was willing to do it.

"I mean, it's all yours if you want," Namjoon replies, "I don't wanna turn it into a competition.”

“Don’t worry dude,” Jungkook fist bumps Namjoon, “I’ll quit my job and refer you for it.”

They nod at each other as if they were on the same wavelength.

“I knew I could rely on you,” Namjoon says, faking tears from his eyes. The boys groan in response.

“Alright,” Taehyung claps his hands. “In exchange for providing me some mindless entertainment and going out with [Y/N], you will get your rent paid for the rest of the year and get early registration for next quarter. Sounds like a pretty sweet deal to me.”

Jimin shakes his head.

“I don’t know about this, guys...”

Jungkook doesn’t hear him and instead takes one last look at you. You catch him in the corner of your eye and you can’t help but feel flustered at his serious expression.

“Should be easy enough,” he mutters to himself and turns his gaze back onto his friend.

“So we have a deal?” Taehyung asks.

He smirks, shaking the outreached hand Taehyung held out for him. He steals another glance at you and he finds you staring right back. He gives you a wink.

“Deal.”

—

Jungkook slid into the seat next to yours in the campus canteen, his eyes filled with determination. His posture was laid-back, but it was a little too obvious that he was trying to act like he didn’t care.

“Hi,” he greets you in a breathy tone- girls loved it when he spoke with his breathy tone.

“Hi?”

You’d been sensing that someone was staring at you during the lecture, but you thought that was just the paranoia that came from being near such an intimidating group of guys. Turns out, you should always trust your instincts.

Jungkook had a boyish grin on his face that made you want to smile back but also stare at him in disgust.

“I heard you help Jimin with Professor Kwon’s notes,” he whispers mischievously. “I’m struggling myself, actually...”

Not really, but you know. This was the easiest tactic to approach you- tackle your similarities. You nod understandingly at his words, not quite getting that he was flirting with you.

“Yeah I can send you the Google Drive folder,” you comply, taking your phone out. “But you can’t let Professor Kwon know or else he’ll flip out. He doesn’t want people to have the notes for some odd reason...”

You trail off but Jungkook just scoffs. You seemed clueless.

“That’s not what I necessarily meant,” he says, a little shy this time. “I need a tutor.”

You furrow your brows at him.

“Yeah, you’re gonna have to pay me for that,” you say seriously. The last time you offered to tutor someone for free, they ended up blaming you for their failing grade and screaming about it all over social media. You needed money to compensate for that emotional trauma. “Microeconomics is hard to teach.”

“Well thankfully I’m a good student,” Jungkook teases. You stare at him with a deadpan face.

“You wouldn’t need my help if you were a good student,” you say blankly, standing up from your seat. “My hourly rate is 20,000 Won. Take it or leave it.”

Jungkook’s eye twitched. He had to spend his money to get Taehyung’s money? Well, the payout would be worth it in the end anyway. He reaches out a hand to you.

“If you’d have me,” he says cheekily, looking up at you. You take his hand in yours and maybe for a second you felt your heart skip a beat, but that was soon over when you let go of him.

“You have sweaty hands,” you say straightforwardly. You wipe your hand on your shirt and he coughs awkwardly at how unresponsive you truly were. Didn’t Jimin say you were a nice person?

You take your barely-touched lunch tray and walk away from his pensive figure.

“Wait, can I get your number?” he yells. You don’t look back.

“Alright, whatever,” he mumbles to himself. “I’ll just ask Jimin, I guess.”

Without even a second glance, you disappear from his sight. He sits back on his chair, heaving out a deep sigh. Sure, this wasn’t the first girl that didn’t care much for his advances, but you didn’t even crack a smile or anything. This is going to be harder than he thought...

—

“She hates me,” Jungkook whines to Seokjin as they walked down the university halls to their next shared class. “Yesterday, I went up to her to get her number and I left with a fucking debt. Does that make any sense?”

“Well, maybe you shouldn’t have taken on the bet,” Seokjin yawned. “Namjoon would have wooed her with his poetry by now or some shit.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, I’m sure she’s interested in a dude who can’t even put on a hat without causing an earthquake.”

Seokjin smacked him on the back.

“At least he’d have the guts to say no to having a fucking tutor,” Seokjin replies. “You dug your own grave, man. Now roll around in it.”

“Do you want me to succeed or not?”

“I want you to not be a fucking dumbass, Jungkook,” Seokjin sighs. “Do you really wanna make your reputation worse than it already is?”

Just as Jungkook was about to reply, he catches a glimpse of you walking farther ahead in the university courtyard. You were a bit far but he’s sure he could make it if he hurries. He smacks the binder he held in his right hand onto Seokjin’s chest.

“Yo, can you cover for me,” he asks hastily and Seokjin stares at him with a concerned gaze. He watches as Jungkook takes off his backpack and leaves it on the ground. Jungkook looked about ready to break out in a sprint.

“What the fuck, why?” Seokjin questions.

“Just tell the TA I’m out for a bit,” he says in response, already running ahead to catch up to you. “I’m winning this fucking bet or I’ll die trying.”

Jin stands still, mouth agape. Jungkook really left him with his backpack and binder just to talk to you. He shakes his head. ‘I need to make new friends,’ he thought to himself, picking up the discarded backpack and walking in the direction of the class Jungkook was planning to be late to.

You were walking with your earphones on, not noticing someone sprinting at you in record speed. You only turn your music off when Jungkook stops in front of you, his hands on his knees. He was panting heavily.

“Hey,” he says through deep breaths. You nod at him awkwardly.

“Why are you running?”

“I wanted to... catch up to you... and I thought... you were closer... but the run here... took... fucking... forever,” he says breathlessly. “Water. I need water.”

You take out a bottle from your tote bag hastily, handing it to him. He took it into his hands, grazing your fingers a bit. As he was about to start chugging it, you halted him.

“Waterfall,” you say curtly- you were still planning to drink out of it later after all.

He nods in response, a drop of sweat cascading the side of his neck. After he was done, there was practically no water left anyway. ‘I’m gonna have to refill it myself,’ you thought begrudgingly. You stuff it back into your bag and wait until his breaths become more even.

“A bit out of shape, huh?”

He scoffs and gives you a glare, clearly offended.

“I actually have a Taekwondo scholarship, you know that? I just wasn’t warmed up and I’m naturally sweaty so it’s not like-”

You laugh a little.

“I’m joking,” you say, a smile adorning your face. He feels his face turn red and he can’t help but purse his lips out of embarrassment. Jeon Jungkook couldn’t take a fucking joke.

“O-oh,” he says shyly, avoiding your gaze. Why was he acting more like an idiot than usual? You hear the chiming bells of the university tower and stare at your phone to check the time.

“Don’t you have a class?” you ask him. His eyes widen and soon he was dashing off again. He turns around mid-run, jogging backward to face you.

“My number is 06-1313-9197,” he yells, loud enough for the other late students in the courtyard to hear. Most of them roll their eyes, knowing that Jungkook was flirting with another girl yet again. You’re embarrassed by the amount of attention he’s getting, but punch his number on your phone anyway.

“Text me,” he shouts. “I’ll always respond to you.”

Now it was your turn to be flustered.

—

"That’s wrong,” you say, reaching over to Jungkook’s notebook and marking a large ‘X’ on his paper. “You’re not supposed to apply that function for this problem...”

Jungkook stared at you with a tired face. He didn’t think he was too bad at the mathematical aspect of Microeconomics, but it seemed like it was your life’s mission to make him look like an idiot. Of course, you caught every mistake that he made- even the ones he made on purpose just to see if you were really paying attention to his work and not bamboozling him.

“My bad,” he mutters, copying down the same problem on a different sheet of paper. He didn’t even get a chance to make a move on you today- not like he could make any big developments in the campus library anyway.

“Is it like this?” he asks, tilting his notebook to face you. You take a hard look at it and nod.

“Yeah, just make sure you know the difference between these two formulas, or else you’ll mess up on the midterm,” you say thoughtfully.

This was your fourth or fifth tutoring session by now? Truth be told he wasn’t really counting. Each moment he spent with you kind of blended together and he didn’t quite know if that was a bad thing or not.

“You know you’re not even struggling,” you say, your nose buried deep in your textbook. “It’s not like you’re completely clueless like Jimin. It seems like you’re wasting money on stuff you already know.”

Jungkook laughs heartily, getting shushed by the people around him. He really was stupid, wasn’t he?

“Yeah, well, it was just an excuse to hang out with the pretty girl in class, you know?” he says as nonchalantly as he could. You stare at him for a second and he swears he feels his body freeze over. If looks could kill...

You just shook your head with a click of your tongue and got back to reading.

“The pretty girl in class is most definitely not me,” you grumble. “If you wanted, I could’ve given you Soobin’s number without all the added hassle of you trying to come talk to me-”

“Woah, woah, woah,” Jungkook stops you from saying anything else. He looked worriedly at your face. “I don’t even know who the hell Soobin is, why would I want her number?”

You look at him and finally, you chuckle. ‘She really does have a nice smile,’ Jungkook thought to himself. It would be nice if he could make you laugh more often and not just on rare occasions like this.

“You’re saying you don’t know Yoongi’s ex?” you tease slightly. You were finally letting your guard down with him and Jungkook smirked. One wall down, another million more to go.

“Bold of you to assume that I know any of Yoongi’s exes,” he says and you scoff. “He’s an asshole when it comes to dating.”

You roll your eyes.

“Isn’t that your whole friend group?”

He pouts. You knew of his reputation after all. Jungkook thought he could get away playing a nice boy act, but it didn't seem possible considering your knowledge of him. A little white lie couldn’t hurt in the end.

“Not me,” he replies. “I choose my relationships pretty carefully.”

You take a glance at him before jotting down a few more words in your notebook.

“Well,” you start off, a little shy to admit what you were about to say, “I guess we both have that in common.”

He tilts his head rather cutely out of confusion.

“What do you mean?”

You cough awkwardly, adjusting yourself on one of the library’s notoriously squeaky seats.

“I’ve never really had a boyfriend before,” you say quietly. His eyes bulge out from their sockets.

“You’re lying.”

“No, I’m not,” you say, a hint of amusement in your voice.

“Like, you’ve never been on a date or what?”

“I have,” you say hesitantly. “I’ve been on a few but they just never led into anything serious. I was pretty focused on studying in high school so there weren’t really any opportunities to get involved with someone. Plus, the guys who pursued me weren’t very... attractive.”

Jungkook laughs loudly again, much to the dismay of the other students in the library. He liked that you didn’t beat around the bush- it was easier to talk to you that way.

“And me?” he asks teasingly, laying his head on his arm that was atop the desk. He looks up at you with that boyish grin of his that gave you small butterflies in your stomach. You stare back at him, but only for a second. You ignore his watchful gaze and continue to flip through your textbook, trying to find the passage you last read. He keeps his eyes locked on you and you just couldn’t resist.

“What about you?” you ask, feigning ignorance.

“Am I attractive?” he replies as bluntly as he could. You stop your movements and he chuckles.

“You’re... cute,” you settle on that word. Cute. It was safe enough to not be misinterpreted too much. He sits up straight with a satisfied smirk. He takes his pen and draws a heart on the side of your notebook. He winks at you when you stare back at him, puzzled by his actions.

“You are too.”

—

“Tell me you’re lying,” Soobin whines disappointingly, shaking your shoulders. You were trying to eat lunch undisturbed in one of the campus cafes but your two friends seem hell-bent on making you suffer. “There’s no way you’re friends with Jungkook.”

You sigh, attempting to rid yourself of Soobin’s grasp but to no avail.

“He’s an asshole, [Y/N],” Gaeun sighs disappointingly. “I thought you were a feminist, why the fuck do you even tolerate him?”

You glare at her for a split second before going back to prying Soobin off you.

“Jungkook has no respect for women or himself. It shows in how many shitty friends he has,” Soobin chants, still clearly bitter that Yoongi dumped her.

You shake your head, rolling your shoulders back when she finally lets go of you.

“Jungkook’s not even as bad as you guys describe him,” you reply. “He’s actually been really sweet.”

The girls take a glance at each other and burst in a fit of laughter.

“You must be out of your damn mind,” Gaeun cries. You cower slightly at their words. It’s not like you said anything that controversial, did you?

Soobin slaps Gaeun on the shoulder when she realizes how your face had soured. It wasn’t right to judge you for your choice of friends so harshly, no matter how horrid said person was.

“As long as it doesn’t go past friends,” she says soothingly, but that only made you feel worse.

“Why?” you ask a little hesitantly. “Does Jungkook sleep around?”

Gaeun nods, a worrying glimpse in her eyes.

“He's not exactly the type to kiss and stay...”

You nod understandingly. You weren’t too clueless to believe Jungkook when he said he was “careful” on who he dated. As long as you knew the boundaries that came with being his tutor, everything should be fine... right?

“Don’t worry guys,” you say with determination. “I’m not the type to get played-”

“Of course you are!” Gaeun sighed. “Guys gravitate towards girls like you who lack experience. Jungkook’s a fucking weirdo, of course, he’s gonna try and-”

“[Y/N]!” a shout from across the cafe screams. That distracted you from the various insults Gaeun was spewing from her mouth. You get that she was being critical of Jungkook, but did she have to speak ill of you too?

You look around and catch Jungkook waving frantically at you. He stops at your table and takes a mere glance at your friends before setting his focus on you.

“Do you have time to help me out today? One of the papers for my writing class-”

“You tutor him in writing now, too?!” Soobin exclaimed, mouth agape. “[Y/N], what the fuck.”

You try to ignore your friend’s overreaction, a little disheartened when Jungkook looked hurt at their words. He had started to shy away from them as if he didn’t feel welcomed.

“Nevermind, I’ll just ask you later-”

“Actually,” you say standing up. “I’m free now.”

The two girls look back and forth between you and Jungkook, noticing the stars in your eyes when you looked at him. They did not like the thought of you two together at all.

“But [Y/N]-”

You ignored their words and start to walk away, hoping Jungkook would come catch up to you. You didn’t quite know why their insistence on him being a bad person had made your blood boil. It wasn’t like you weren’t aware of his flirtatious tendencies, but hearing from your friends that you shouldn’t pursue a guy that you liked-

You stopped in your tracks and feel heat climb up your face. Like.

No way you admitted that just now. There’s no possible way you actually like-

“Hey, wait up,” Jungkook pants, his hand touching your shoulder. “Why do you walk so fast for-”

He sees your shocked face and turns you towards him, his hands on your shoulder similar to how Soobin had shaken you just earlier. Except this time, it felt comforting. It made your whole body feel warm as if you were coated with a weighted blanket. Was he always this gorgeous?

“What’s wrong?” he asks, inspecting your face closely. “You look like you just saw a ghost.”

“N-nothing,” you swipe his hands away and rush out the door of the cafe. He smirks at how flustered you look, maybe he did have an effect on you after all.

Jungkook takes a last glimpse at the two girls who sat in their seats, staring at him disapprovingly. He raised an eyebrow at them and shoved his hands in the pocket of his jeans, following after you. ‘They’ll try to get in the way,’ Jungkook thought to himself, ‘but they’re already too late.’

The girls clenched their fist out of annoyance. He was definitely trying to get on their nerves.

“There’s something strange about what’s happening,” Gaeun mutters.

“They’re up to something,” Soobin agrees. “I don’t trust him at all.”

—

It’s been a week since you last spoke to your friends, not really wanting to read the messages they bombarded you with about how you should stay for away from Jungkook. It was hard to take any of their advice seriously when they were just badmouthing him without reason. They based all their opinions on him from rumors around the school and Soobin always felt the need to compare him to Yoongi even though they both had very different personalities. Well, at least to you they seemed very different.

Frankly, you were sick of their nagging and just turned off notifications from that group chat altogether. Instead of sitting next to them during Microeconomics, you opted to sit with Jungkook in the back of the lecture hall instead of at the front with them. Jungkook had abandoned his own rowdy friend group to sit with you and flashed them quick smirks and winks whenever they’d stare at him.

Slowly, Jungkook had started to become a constant in your day to day life. You walked to class with him, ate with him, played video games with him. It was sort of strange how used to you were of his presence, like you had known him your whole life. Jungkook snaps you out of your thoughts when he starts humming a little tune.

He draws a heart in the corner of your notes- which you find he has a habit of doing whenever he wanted to say something stupid.

“I don’t get what he’s saying,” he pouts cutely. “It’s like he’s speaking a foreign language.”

You shake your head, not paying him any mind.

“Well maybe if you actually paid attention,” you mutter softly. He scoots closer to you and you feel yourself stiffen.

“But you’re tutoring me later on anyway,” he says teasingly. “I get more bang for my buck if I know less.”

“Bang for my buck,” you scoff. “Who even says that anymore?”

He points at himself nonchalantly and you can’t help but crack a smile as you continue to focus on the professor’s words. You don’t even cower under his gaze like you usually do when he stares at you with those puppy dog eyes.

“What do you want?” you ask, finally caving when Professor Kwon adjusted something in his PowerPoint slides. He smiles.

“I want to hold your hand,” Jungkook replies and you could feel your palms clam up. His flirtatious comments increased as time passed and you didn’t really quite know whether he was just teasing you or if he was genuinely interested in you. You weren’t very good at taking a hint.

“I’m writing right now...” you reply, slightly skipping a beat in your note-taking. He really was the ultimate distraction, wasn’t he?

Jungkook pouts sadly, but you can tell an idea pops up in his mind when his eyes start to glimmer. He sits his hand on your thigh and you jolt back from the touch of his hand on the material of your jeans. He pulls away slightly, scared that he had made you uncomfortable.

“I just want to put my arm around you,” he asks innocently. “Are you okay with that?”

You calm yourself down and nod. For goodness sake, you weren’t a child- why did a hand on your thigh make you so nervous for?!

“Yeah,” you say, a little more confident despite your nerves. “Go ahead.”

He smiles softly at you and connects his hand to your waist, pulling you a little closer to him. It was comforting, not at all meant to be more than just a public display of affection. He finds himself getting lost in the lecture along with you, his hand playing with a loose thread on your shirt through it all. He didn’t even look at his friends who were teasing him on the other side of the class or your own friends shooting daggers into his being.

At that moment, it was you, him, and Professor Kwon giving out a lecture that had half of the students already asleep. He smiled at how diligently you worked and how your breath would quicken when Professor Kwon switched the slides without a warning. It was the little idiosyncrasies like this that caught his attention, the kind of things that made him wonder where you’d been all his life.

The smile on Jungkook’s face disappeared when he came to that realization.

Fuck.

—

Jungkook rolls around the grass while you sit on the picnic blanket you two had set up. Midterms were over and grades would soon be announced. He wanted a much-needed distraction from the monotony of constant studying and you had suggested a small picnic in a nearby park. Of course, he agreed.

“We’re free,” he groans. “Finally free.”

Jungkook stares hungrily at the assortment of food you had laid out for the two of you. He tries to reach a hand out to grab a bottle of lemonade but ultimately fails in the end. You giggle at his silliness, popping a grape in your mouth.

“You’re welcome by the way,” you say jokingly. “Don’t think you could’ve done it without me.”

He sits up to face you, bowing deeply as if you were a traditional empress.

“Thank you,” he says, imitating a Joseon accent. He was watching far too many historical dramas recently.

“You’re embarrassing me,” you say, attempting to straighten him out. “Sit up.”

He complies, only after a few pulls from you, with a toothy grin on his face.

“Seriously, I don’t think I could have gone through the first few weeks of Professor Kwon’s class without your notes,” he sighs, opening his mouth to signal that he wanted to be fed. You roll your eyes but placed a grape between his teeth anyway.

“You have hands, you should know how to use them,” you mumble shyly.

You move to take another grape for yourself, but he grabs your wrist before you could. He intertwines his fingers into yours.

“Why should I when my hands are holding yours~,” he says in a sing-song voice. It made you want to throw up at how cheesy he was, but you couldn’t help but laugh along as he cringed at his own words. When was it so normal for him to hold your hands like this?

“You can’t go one sentence without flirting, can you?” you sigh, feigning annoyance.

“Not when it comes to you,” he replies, but you could feel sincerity laced between his laughter. “I can’t resist flirting when it makes you all giggly like this.”

You purse your lips to prevent yourself from smiling too brightly. Jungkook and you were somewhat past the point of being just friends by now, but you were too much of a coward to label what you had with him. What if there was a chance that he was just leading you on?

Jungkook saw your furrowed brows. He rubbed circles on your hands with his thumbs to ease you.

“Am I making you uncomfortable?” he asks softly, about to let go.

“No-” you say a little too quickly, clasping him closer to you. Your faces were inches apart now, much nearer than they were before.

“D-don’t,” you attempt to say but you’re tongue tangled as you looked at his lips. He certainly does have nice lips...

“Don’t what?” he asks in a lowly voice. You start to look around you- anywhere that wasn’t him. The park was relatively empty but it still felt embarrassing to say anything too loud.

“D-don’t let me go,” you say, your eyes on the picnic blanket rather than on him. His gaze was too intense to look at. Jungkook feels his heart clench. You were cute, too cute.

He shouldn’t be feeling this attached to you, but he couldn’t help it. Everything you did, every word that came out of your mouth- it had him wanting more from you than he could possibly handle. It was dangerous to feel this way.

“Why don’t you want me to let you go?” he asks nervously. He too was anxious for the answer. If you were to confess to Jungkook right now, he’d get the first part of the bet done, but there’d be no turning back after your confession. He would have to lie to you from now on.

Jungkook closed his eyes, chanting to himself that it’s okay to like you for a little while, just as long as he doesn’t get too attached in the end. He needed the money, he really did.

“Because,” you start off with a sigh, staring at him now with glossy eyes. “I like you.”

Jungkook feels like he could do ten backflips in one go and it wouldn’t even drain him of energy. The smile on his face was huge, his eyes curling into that half-moon shape that made you swoon.

Jungkook was relieved and if the boys asked, it was because he’d only have to date you for three months. He’d die before he’d admit to them that he caught feelings because Taehyung, as generous as he was with his bets, would never give Jungkook the money unless he cleanly broke up with you. It was one of his unspoken rules.

“I like you too.”

You smile at him and he can’t help but pull you close, his lips hovering over yours.

“Can I?”

You nod.

His lips graze yours slightly but he pushes a bit closer when he feels you lean into his touch. He kisses you again, and again, and again, but you pull away when his tongue had started to prod at your lips. Your face was flushed, embarrassed to be doing this in such a public place.

“Maybe later?” you say, panting slightly. He gives you a cheeky grin and nods.

“At my place?” he asks with a wink.

You hesitate, letting go of his arms, twiddling with your fingers. You wanted to set clear labels on what your relationship was. You didn't want to accidentally get caught up in a friends-with-benefits situation and be all shocked when Jungkook ends up breaking your heart.

“So we’re dating now, right?” you ask cautiously, looking at him with a worried glint in your eyes.

Jungkook’s mouth opens to speak but no words come out. He thinks a little harder about the whole situation... He was getting good grades, spending some quality time with a girl he’s clearly attracted to, and having his rent paid off all in one? He was killing three birds with one stone. It shouldn’t be too big of a problem to catch feelings for now, right? It’s not like any of his relationships lasted longer than a couple of months anyway.

He nods, cupping your face lightly.

“Yeah,” he hesitates. “We’re dating.”

Jungkook wasn’t aware, as he gives you another light peck, that it wasn’t possible to have his cake and eat it too.

—

It happens naturally. You coming in and out of his apartment that he shared with his friends, you tangling your legs with his underneath the sheets of his bed. It was hard to imagine a life where you didn’t wake up with him by your side. You were so wrapped up in his touch, so wrapped up in the sweet words he would whisper into your ears, that you spent most of your time with him.

You weren’t really up to date with your friends anymore and he didn’t really hang out with his either. Jungkook shared an apartment with Seokjin and Hoseok, and so the only contact he had with the other boys was when they visited those two. He should’ve known to take you back home when all the boys bombarded into his living room, where you sat with him watching TV.

“The lovebirds are at it again,” Taehyung coos, a mysterious glint in his eyes. “The honeymoon stage hasn’t passed quite yet, has it?”

Jungkook chucks one of the sofa’s throw pillows at his friend, obviously annoyed. What the fuck did Taehyung think he was doing?

“Quit it,” he mutters. You were sitting next to Jungkook, his arm around your shoulder protectively

“Why?” Yoongi yawns. “Anyone can see how incredibly in love you two are.”

You didn’t quite like the smirk he gave the two of you. This didn’t feel like regular teasing... it felt like he knew something that you weren't aware of. It made you curl your toes out of fear.

“Guys,” Jimin says calmly. “Stop it.”

The boys shrug their shoulders as if they said nothing wrong.

“We’re just pointing out how cute they are together,” Taehyung noted, “It’s not like we’re lying to her or anything-”

“Yeah, or leading her on or anything like that-”

“I think I should go,” you say hurriedly, uncomfortable at how tense the atmosphere was. Jungkook was clenching his fists, about ready to start a fight any second. Knowing his strength, you didn’t want anyone to walk around with a bruised eye because you couldn’t handle a few jokes- if that’s what Taehyung and Yoongi think they’re making. Harmless jokes.

“I’ll take you home,” Jungkook announces, standing up with you. Namjoon pulls him down back on the couch.

“Let someone else take her,” he says sternly. “We need to talk.”

Jungkook was about to protest until you spoke up.

“I can get home by myself just fine.”

“Hoseok and I can take you,” Seokjin insists, pulling the unassuming man up with him. “We don’t mind.”

Hoseok gives you a lopsided smile and you return an equally awkward one.

“Okay, that’s settled,” you say, clapping your hands. You walk over to Jungkook. “I’ll text you later okay?”

He nods, grabbing your hand and kissing it lightly. Yoongi scoffs and Taehyung glares at Jungkook. The dirty glances they were giving each other... You didn’t like it at all.

“Let me know when you get home, okay?”

“Okay.”

—

The walk to your apartment was unnecessarily awkward, Hoseok and Seokjin were talking too much and you talked too little. You tried to respond to their every quip, but you weren’t in the mood for chatting after that whole mess.

“You okay, [Y/N]?” Hoseok asks worriedly. “Don’t think too much about what those idiots said back there, they’re like that all the time.”

You nod, keeping your eyes on the ground. There was something chipping away at the back of your mind, something you wanted to get out of your chest.

“Would you say Jungkook and Yoongi act similarly?” you hesitate to say, “like with relationships?”

The two boys exchanged nervous glances at each other.

“Well, it depends,” Seokjin starts, choosing his words specifically. “What about relationships specifically?”

“Does he...,” you start off, not knowing the right phrase without sounding too harsh, “play around with girls? Like how Yoongi played around with Soobin?”

Hoseok looked at you with a raised brow.

“Who’s Soobin?” he asks before getting punched in the arm by Seokjin. “What the fuck bro!”

Seokjin clears his throat.

“What Hoseok meant to say,” he starts, glaring at his friend a little too harshly, “is that Yoongi never really introduces us to his girlfriends. You, on the other hand, are one of the few girls Jungkook actually took the time to invite over.”

“Yeah,” Hoseok chimes in. “He’s not exactly the most chivalrous, but he wouldn’t ghost someone like Yoongi did.”

Somehow their words weren’t enough to satisfy you. There was still something off in the conversation that transpired between the three boys- as if they were all keeping something from you. You stopped abruptly in front of your apartment complex, finally making eye-contact with the two boys.

“Do you think...” you start, a slight quiver in your voice, “that Jungkook is cheating on me?”

The two boys let out a deep breath that you didn’t even notice they were holding and laughed joyously together. They cackled as if what you said was the funniest thing they had ever heard in their life. Seokjin wipes a stray tear from his eye.

“Y-you think Jungkook’s cheating on you?!”

You nod, a little embarrassed at their reaction. Hoseok shakes his head, sighing out of his laughter.

“Trust me,” Hoseok starts, his breath evening out. “Jungkook would never cheat on you.”

You start to giggle along with them until a serious look suddenly takes over Seokjin’s features. He faces you fully.

“But listen [Y/N],” he starts. “If Jungkook hurts you, just know that he does love you. Like, undeniably. He does.”

“And we’re not just saying that as his friends either,” Hoseok continues. “We know how he’s like and we can tell that he really does like you.”

You smile at the two, feeling a small sense of comfort at their words.

“Thank you, guys. I mean it.”

They pat you on the back.

“Anything for Jungkook’s girlfriend.”

—

You walk through the campus cafeteria, eyes searching for a free table that you can sit alone in. Jungkook had Taekwondo practice so there would be no lovey-dovey feeding time with him.

He’s been a lot tenser since the living room incident (which was already a week ago) and it seemed like he got more agitated as the days passed. Not towards you directly, but he’d always mutter slight insults whenever Yoongi or Taehyung passed by. It made you worried that you had done something to possibly drive a wrench into their relationship without even knowing it.

‘Whatever,’ you thought, ‘I’ll talk about it with him when he comes over later.’

You aren’t able to find a seat, though, when you feel dainty fingers wrap around your elbow to pull you back lightly.

“[Y/N],” Gaeun says in a low voice. “We need to talk.”

It wasn’t like you had been ignoring them deliberately, though that was definitely the case at the start. You just couldn’t find the time to really hang out with them as much as you used to since you were with Jungkook most of the time. It was like that too when Gaeun and Soobin were in relationships, so you never really felt bad about doing it yourself.

“Yeah sure. I miss you guys,” you smile at her, but she doesn’t return it back.

“Come with me.”

Gaeun leads you to a table near the back of the room, where Soobin was sat up against the wall with her own tray of food. You sit down in front of her and Gaeun takes the seat next to Soobin.

“Good, you’re here,” Soobin says, apprehension laced in her voice. “We need to talk about Jungkook.”

You roll your eyes.

“Not this again-”

“[Y/N],” Gaeun warns. “Listen.”

You keep quiet, a little intimidated of how scary their expressions were.

“It’s all a bet,” Soobin says sternly.

You furrow your brows at her. She tends to speak vaguely when you needed her to be specific the most.

“What?”

“It’s a bet, [Y/N],” Gaeun repeats for her. “Jungkook’s only dating you because Taehyung said he’d pay his rent off if he did.”

You clench your fist on the table. How could they sit there and spew lies so easily?

“What are you guys-”

“Those dicks do this all the time,” Soobin rambles. “They play stupid games with girls just to fucking break their hearts later on and-”

“I don’t believe you,” you say confidently. “Jungkook would never do that to me. Besides-”

Gaeun didn’t even wait until you stopped talking to play a recording on her phone. The voices were familiar enough to recognize.

“So you’re telling me that Jungkook’s just fucking around with [Y/N] because he wants priority registration? You have to be fucking joking...”

You could tell from the sound of the person’s voice that it was Soobin. It sounded like she was putting on her clothes.

“Of course not. He’s doing it for priority registration and his rent getting paid for the rest of the year. I’m not joking when I say Tae goes big with his bets. He likes to flex his money on us like that.”

Your jaw drops at the sound of the man’s voice. It was Yoongi. You were sure of it.

“And you guys don’t feel bad? Like at all?”

“Why should we? Jungkook’s planning to break up with her next week anyway so she doesn’t catch feelings for too long. It’s not like they were gonna last past the three-month deal...”

Gaeun paused the recording when she sees you bite your lip so harshly that blood starts to surface. This didn’t feel right. It didn’t feel real.

“I hooked up with him last weekend,” Soobin admits, shame written all over her face. “He was spewing stuff about Jungkook spending all his time with you and not really hanging out with the boys like he used to.”

“You still hook up with Yoongi? After all he did to you?” you ask, not meaning to come off aggressive but undoubtedly did.

“Look,” Gauen starts, taking the heat off of Soobin. “She was just drunk and looking to have fun. I was with her that night and I was talking to Namjoon. He...”

Gaeun trailed off, but you were sick of it. Sick of being kept in the dark from something you should’ve known all along.

“What?”

“H-he told me that all the boys were getting tired of him playing around with you,” she says, twiddling with her fingers. “He’s supposed to break up with you today. Some of the guys think he’s just prolonging it to fuck with you and they’re getting really annoyed-”

You bite back the tears threatening to spill over any minute now.

“Hoseok and Seokjin told me to trust Jungkook. They said he wouldn’t hurt me-”

“Did they also tell you that their rent gets paid too if Jungkook pulled through with the bet?” Soobin replies angrily. “Because they live together, don’t they?”

You open your mouth but no sound comes out- just a small whimper. Your lips start to quiver and you bite your lip again to calm yourself down. When you had collected your thoughts, you glared up at the two girls.

“And you didn’t tell me this earlier?”

Soobin scoffed.

“You were fucking ignoring us too, how were we supposed to tell you?”

“Still it wouldn’t have killed you to-”

“Don’t take your anger out on us,” Gaeun warns, her finger pointing at you. “Jungkook is the one to blame. We told you from the start that he was bad news.”

You pursed your lips and Gaeun put her finger down, feeling guilty that she lashed out on you when obviously you were just processing the information.

“Hey, I’m sorry-”

“Why me?” you ask with teary eyes. “What did I even do to them to deserve this?”

They glance over at each other for a long while before Soobin breaks the silence. You had the right to know, but at the same time, they knew it would break you.

“It’s a sick game that they play where they just choose someone randomly...” Soobin starts off gently handing off the next few words to Gaeun, “and you were just the first girl to walk into Professor Kwon’s lecture hall. He thought you’d be...”

“Easy,” Soobin finished.

Just as they predicted, you had burst out in tears.

—

Jungkook opens the door to your apartment, using the spare key you had given him a month earlier since he tended to visit often. It was more convenient that way.

He was freshly out of his Taekwondo garb, still sweaty, but otherwise clean from taking a shower at the campus gym. He found it strange at how dark the room was, but he knew you were on the couch from the noticeable lump of a blanket on it.

All Jungkook wanted was to cuddle with you and fall asleep in your arms after such a harrowing day. Lord knows he needs your warmth right now.

He smiled as he made his way towards you, but stops in his tracks when you sit up from where you laid. He couldn’t quite see you in the darkness so he walked to the light switch to turn the lights on. His heart broke at the sight of you.

Tears stained your cheeks, your eyes red and puffy from all the crying. You looked a mess and his blood boiled at the thought of someone hurting you.

“What happened?” he asked, rushing over to you and cupping your face in his hands. You push him away.

“You don’t have to act anymore,” you say softly. “I can handle it.”

He looks at you with furrowed brows.

“What are you talking about-”

“I get that you really need the money,” you say through bated breaths, “I get that financially, it would have really helped, but did you really have to hurt me to do that?”

Jungkook’s breathing stopped. Everything was happening too quickly, his world crashing down when you uttered those words. He knew what this meant, knew that now you would see past his lies. Jungkook couldn’t have you finding out this way.

He kneeled in front of you, attempting to wipe away the tears from your eyes but you push him off.

“[Y/N] no-”

“It could’ve been anyone,” you whimper, trying to look up at the ceiling to prevent any more tears from falling down. “Anyone could’ve walked through that door and you would’ve been okay with it.”

“That’s not true-” he interjects but you stop him.

“A-and you flirted with me all the time ‘cause you knew that I wasn’t used to it,” you say, your voice quivering. “You took advantage of me.”

Jungkook shakes his head rapidly, eyes pleading for you to let him speak. It hurt seeing you refuse to even look at him, to have your eyes so filled with sadness because of what he did to you. He fucked up, he fucked up so bad.

“No, you have to listen-”

“They told me not to trust you,” you whimper somberly. “They told me and I didn’t believe them because I... I was delusional or something. I thought that someone like you could actually like someone like me-”

His heart broke. It wasn’t you that didn’t deserve him. It was him. All him.

“Please don’t say that-”

“Did you come here to seal the deal? To finally break up with me?” you ask sadly. “Are you happy you’ll get the classes you want next quarter, Jungkook?”

He clenches his teeth. Jungkook knows you’re mad, knows you have a right to be, but it feels like he’s being cornered by you. Why won’t you give him the chance to speak?

“[Y/N], no,” he says sternly, “You have to trust me when I say that it went past just a bet. I like you. Genuinely, I like you.”

There was no point in lying any longer. You deserved to know the truth, but he needed you to know all of it- not just the information your friends cherry-picked to fit their narrative. He tried to speak again, but you wouldn’t let him.

“How could you,” you whimper. “How could someone be so cruel?”

Jungkook’s heart breaks at the words. He should’ve seen this coming. How could he delude himself into thinking he’d be okay if you find out- that he’d be fine seeing you heartbroken? He was disgusted with himself.

“I’m sorry [Y/N],” he whispers. “I’m so sorry.”

You shake your head, your vision getting blurry from the tears. He clasps your hands in his, knowing that it used to soothe you whenever you felt worried over something, but you just wailed harder at his touch. He didn’t know what to do, he didn't even know where to start.

“Stop pretending like you care,” you cry. “Please. It hurts.”

“It was a bet,” he admits and he breaths through the words to prevent himself from getting too emotional, “but I promise that my feelings are genuine. You have to trust me.”

“Trust you?” you ask crudely.

You stare at him, slowing your breaths to ease the crying. There was a certain emptiness in your gaze and it scared him. It was awfully frightening having you looking at him with a certain animosity that was not there before. Like he was a stranger.

“I can’t do that anymore, Jungkook,” you say softly, “because I hate you.”

—

A/N: Gasp A double update?! Say it isn’t so... I had so much fun writing this!!! Probably one of my favorite fics I’ve written in a while because I love this trope. How do y’all feel about Jungkook? Forgive or forget? Let me know!! Thank you @altus-gens for requesting this story, I hope you like it :)

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loser-hub · 3 years

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Demon Slayer general relationship headcannons. Warning: Mild warnings here and there but nothing serious. All characters are 18+ inherently!

Tanjiro.

Mainly, dating Tanjy is a two-in-one kind of deal.

Being around him so much also means you're around Nezuko and if she doesn't like you, well, it's not going to work.

Good for you she immediately takes a liking to you and I mean immediately and by liking I mean love.

She pops out of her box when he attempts to introduce you two and she's smitten immediately. Loves to sit in your lap and hug you, it happens every moment possible. Its a lap stack. You on Tanjiro's lap and Nezuko on yours. Its adorable and makes them happy they can keep you warm and make sure you're protected!

On yeah, about that, its scary how protective they are of you. Even if you are a Demon Slayer too and are more than capable of protecting yourself, its how they express their love for you! They want to be with you so they'll do whatever they can to ensure your safety!

Tanjiro is a very patient person, almost too patient, but if someone tests him he's terrifying. He's the textbook definition of be wary the wrath of a patient man.

Secretly a fan of matching or complimentary outfits so get ready for him to show up with a haori that matches with theirs! Pink checkers or green florals all the way!

Zenitsu.

We all know how this would begin.

Doesn't matter if you're a man, woman, it, or think you look horrible because this man will beg for your hand in marriage.

Grabbing your hand, on his knees, crying and begging for you to marry him before he dies a horrible death. He's not the most graceful or subtle man but you humor him. Does that dance behind you as he calls out your name over and over day and night, he's so happy someone finally agreed to his request he can't help but want to smother you in love!

He might be unreliable in combat until he passes out but that isn't the case in every other instance, he's got the ability to remember just about everything you say. From the date of your birth, your favorite color, and everything you love and hate. Pops on in at random times to give you thing's he's "found".

Zenitsu totally has a fear of lightning storms, the booming thunder and trembling lightning has him running to you whenever one shows up. Frankly any random, loud sound makes him hide himself behind you. It would be quite if it wasn't for the fact that generally puts you in harms way. He'll apologize profusely once its all over and promise to not do it again but what happens the next time? He's cowering behind you.

Its quite the whiplash when he does faint and his other, more capable, romantic personality comes out. Saves you, gives you a smirk, and sweeps you off your feet. Quite literally and takes you somewhere safe. Which you get all the praise for when he wakes up, he bows down before you and kisses your feet as his way of praise. Crying as he thanks you for saving him.

He's a crybaby dumbass but at least he's your crybaby dumbass with a secret side. Now how to figure to get that out outside of him sleeping!

Inosuke.

Feral man has no idea what's going on most of the time so your presence would go right over his head.

When he did notice he couldn't understand the sudden feelings that gave him butterflies in his stomach, stupid bugs, how did they get in there?

You're the one person who he calls by the right name. Everyone else gets theirs messed up and butchered, but yours? He gets accurately. It baffles Tanjiro and Zenitsu when they hear the un-mumbled name that you were given at birth.

Competitive as fuck. Every little thing turns into who can do it better, even breathing, you're doing your normal tasks, chores or hobbies and he's next to you trying to outdo himself. It's quite endearing once you get past the shouting match. And when he claims he's superior and does everything better than you? He regrets it a little when he sees your face dip into gloominess. Though he quickly assumes it's because you want to go another round.

He doesn't understand, the poor boy.

It takes him being shouted at by Mr. Lightning Boi to finally get a grasp of the situation and even then its a vague, basic understanding at best. In his feral mindset is that you two aren't rivals, eternal competitors for him to gload over, but rather "mates". He chuckles his mad little laugh and dashes into the woods with his swords raised.

His return is late that evening, pulling a prey item he hunted himself and its dragged to you. No one else is allowed to touch it, much less eat it. That's yours and by extension his.

From that moment on his glued to your side and being uncharacteristically quiet, enjoying your presence as he comes to term that you're his mate. Whether you like it or not but you sigh in annoyance, all the little hints you've dropped and this is what he does? Sounds about right, don't you think?

Giyu.

Silent fury and annoyance.

He's so hard to read, he's the god of poker face. That hot, smoldering, poker face.

A bleeding heart and refuses to acknowledge it, he realized he had it when seeing Tanjiro for the first time in the snow, crying, begging and that's when he knew he was a softie.

Tries to ignore it to the best of his ability, tries to be stoic, stubborn hardass self but it gets harder and harder with you around.

Finds you so cute he can't function. Not like you'd ever know when he is or isn't functioning. He's too good at hiding it.

Really a low effort kind of guy.

Unless it's one of his stories then you have to beg him to shut up. Uses them as punishment.

And out of spite, sometimes he just likes hearing himself talk.

Really, truly can't handle seeing someone cry, especially if its someone he knows and cares about. Goes right to his soft side.

Especially if its you, in any way.

Seeing you cry because you got hurt to simply feeling to much and having it overflow always make him nervous, he's not used to consoling people so if and when he tries, it's less than stellar. Its the thought that counts right?

His guilty pleasure is having his hair brushed and played with. Have you seen it? Luscious but barely manageable being a Demon Hunter and all. When he returns to you after a mission, sit him down on the tatami mat, release his hair from the tie and brush it. Anything will do, a comb or your fingers though the latter is preferred since he lives for scalp massages. If he needs rest this is the most way to lull him into a peaceful sleep.

Yushiro.

Give yourself a medal to be the first person to actually get his attention away from Lady Tamayo.

He has tunnel vision for her that when he sees something that doesn't have to do with her is a miracle...or curse.

But now you have to deal with him following you around like a lost puppy.

Very tsundere at first...okay he's always tsundere but varying degrees depending on the state of your relationship.

Stalks you a bit too, hides behind trees and around corners, peeking around them to get a look at you and goes invisible when you look over your shoulder.

Wondering why he feels this way about you and he has to make sure you aren't a threat. Little does he know he falls a little more in love with you every time he sees you.

When you do interact, he's cold and distant. He buffs, crosses his arms and looks away...trying to hide the fact that when you smile at him his ears go red.

Finally, finally, after he stops his tip-toeing around you oh you're in for trouble. He's stepped up his game and he's more dedicated to you than he is to Tamayo.

Like most demons he's inherently over-protective and possessive so good luck talking with people aside from the patients at the secret clinic and if you have to go out, he's creating a parchment that protects you as well and of course not without him at your side as well.

Loves when you kiss his forehead or cheek, his favorites are Eskimo, he can give you affection and you don't taste the blood he has to consume!

Careful though that too many kisses does make him go into his tsundere mode.

#kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #demon slayer headcannons #tanjiro x reader #zenitsu x reader #inosuke x reader #giyu x reader #yushiro x reader #tanjiro headcannons #zenitsu headcannons #inosuke headcannons #giyu headcannons #yushiro headcannons #tw: fluff #tw: mild spice

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youare-mysonshine · 4 years

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ocean eyes || justin foley

Summary: A cute, relaxing evening with you and Justin.

Requested: Yes

Can I request something super fluffy with Justin from 13rw? After that finale I’m still SAD so I don’t wanna think abt it at all lmaooo, it could maybe b like before the tapes? Jus something super fluffy n cutesy.

Pairing: Justin Foley x Reader

Warnings: cussing, underage drinking and drug use, mentions of abuse, pre-season 1, pre-tapes.

Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: Hey guys, I do be back! Shocking, I know lmao i’m just as surprised. So I stopped writing for a while because I just kinda lost motivation. I lost motivation for writing for Oscar and OMB. But expanding my blog has been something that I’ve been wanting to do for a while now, I’ve just been a bit nervous. However, I said fuck it and have decided to write for other fandoms. With t h a t ending for 13 reasons why, I figured we could all use some Justin fluff. Baby boy deserved better. Anyways, this is my first time writing for somebody other than Oscar in a while and my first time writing in a while in general, i’m definitely rusty and lowkey nervous to be posting lmao I hope you guys enjoy this and I hope that this isn’t shitty. And if any of you wanna be tagged in any future work of mine, not just Oscar and OMB, let me know!

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“Jesus Justy, you’re such a lightweight, aren’t you? Do I have to take care of your dumb ass all night?” You looked over at your boyfriend of a few months, cheeks pink, mouth pulled back into an amused grin.

“Shut the fuck up. I am not a lightweight. Besides, look who’s talking. Remember Bryce’s party a few weeks ago? We hadn’t even been there for like 2 hours and your pretty little ass was passed out on the couch.”

You and Justin walked up the narrow stairs that led into the attic, hand in hand. It had been his idea to buy some beer, to smoke some weed and you had been on board with the plan. You had snuck Justin into your room and the both of you had spent the better part of the afternoon drinking the nasty beer, beer provided by Bryce Walker, having chugging competitions to see who could drink the most and fastest. Now, you and the handsome high school athlete found yourselves making your way up to the attic that led to the roof.

“Oh shut up! I was not drunk! That was you.” You laughed, your bright eyes glimmering like two twinkling stars in the night sky. The two of you had worked your way into the attic, shimmied through the window and found yourselves on the roof of your house. You had chosen a comfortable, as comfortable as it could be for the roof, spot and took a seat, patting the spot beside you for Justin to sit down. The chocolate haired teenager did as instructed and sat beside you, your arms touching. He’d since abandoned his fashionable blue and white letterman jacket, the garment laying stagnant on your bed.

A warm evening consumed Evergreen County. The sky was full of vibrant colors such as orange, red and yellow which were slowly being rotted away into a sea of black. You could see the moon just barely beginning to peak out in the sky. It was beginning to look like a beautiful night. Warm and crisp and breezy. Quite frankly, you were a little tipsy. You and Justin. You weren’t stumbling or anything, but it was enough to leave you feeling free and good. You felt good.

Justin held the joint up to his lips and fished a lighter out from his pocket. He hovered the flame by the tip until it began to smolder nicely. He inhaled deeply, held it for a few seconds and then removed the joint from his move. Blue eyes as bright as the ocean on a sunny day watched the plumes of white smoke dissipate into thin air, dancing like ink in water until they simply vanished. He handed the joint over to you and then laid back against the roof, staring up at the sky.

“Mhm. Whatever helps you sleep better at night, babe.” Justin smoke, a peaceful smile on his face. The truth was; this was the most peaceful that he’d felt in quite a few days. Being away from home, being away from that toxic environment that sucked the life and energy out of him. He turned his head to look at you; you had followed his lead and laid down beside him, bringing the joint up to your lips. You wrapped your lips around the end of it and inhaled, your eyes closing for a brief few seconds. You’re beautiful, he thought to himself. The familiar stench of weed had invaded his nostrils, as well as yours.

“My parents would fuckin’ kill me if they saw me up here.” You said, laughing a bit breathlessly. You parents were oblivious, in the living room or kitchen, completely unaware that Justin had been in your room the entire afternoon. Completely unaware that you were now on the roof smoking weed with your boyfriend. Though, you supposed that it worked out better for you, because you could feel yourself relaxing even further, ending a good day on an even higher note, no pun intended.

“I get the feeling neither of them would like me if they saw us up here. They’d probably say I was a bad influence on you. And it’s probably true.” He chuckled, taking the joint between his fingers and bringing it up to his lips again. “I’m corrupting you, baby.” He said, cheekily. He looked over at you with that big and bright smile on his face and you were reminded of why you fell for him in the first place; you and Justin went to the same school. Liberty High School. You weren’t necessarily popular but you weren’t a loner either. You had just moved there a few months, shortly before going out with Justin. and you had immediately caught his eye. He’d flirt with you, do things to try and get your attention. But you made him work for it. You wanted him to sweat a little bit, make him realize that you weren’t going to give in to his charms so easily.

But in the end, he won you over. You couldn’t say no to him. You couldn’t say no to that beautiful smile and those bright blue eyes. Now, here you were, months later. You were going out, happy as can be. But, you had soon learned that Justin’s life wasn’t all that he made it out to be. You remembered one evening where he called you, asked if he could go over to your house and spend the night. Usually, you’d say no. You knew that your parents would ground you for life if they found a boy in your room at night. But his voice, he sounded so sad, so broken — you couldn’t say no to him. However, the last thing that you expected to see was your boyfriend sporting a fresh, darkening purple bruise on his cheekbone that cascaded all the way up to his eye. Around his neck were reddening fingerprints, as if someone had strangled him.

You remembered the shock that you felt seeing him in such a state, and naturally, you had thought that you boyfriend had been in a fight. He had been in a fight. With his mom’s boyfriend. All you could do was sit on the bed, hold a pack of ice to his face and listen as he explained to you the horrors that he went through on a daily basis at the hands of his drug addicted mother and her boyfriend. He looked so different than how you knew him. His ocean eyes that were usually so vibrant and full of life, were downcast, gloomy. That was when you realized that there was more to Justin Foley than met the eye. From then on, you told him that whenever things were getting bad at home, he always had a place to stay with you. And it seemed like your relationships had also strengthened, like you two had gotten closer. All you wanted to do was ensure that he was safe, that no harm would come to him. Even if it meant physically stepping in and doing something. Though, you were sure that you would be no match for the coward known as Seth Massey. Still, you would do anything for Justin. Just as you knew he’d do anything for you.

You chuckled softly at his words. “Well then I guess you can be my dirty little secret.” You said to him, scooting so that you were snuggled closer to him. It was then that your smile melted away and was replaced with a look of concern. “How are things with you thought? At home, I mean. You haven’t spoken about it in a little while, and Bryce told me that you stayed with him for a few days last week. Is Seth back?” You were trying your hardest not to pry, the last thing you wanted to do was come off as clingy or noisy, but you couldn’t help it. You cared. Where Justin was laying on his back, the hem of his shirt had rose up slightly on his stomach, leaving a thick sliver of skin expose. Your fingers rested there, absently toying with the thing trail of hair below his belly button. That first inhale was gradually loosening your muscles. “We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.. I just worry. I mean.. is everything good? Or do I have to kick his ass for you?” You said, only half joking.

Justin smiled, wrapping his arm around you to pull you closer to him. “I would love to see that. I mean, I would pay to see that shit actually.” He chuckled, taking one more drag of the joint before handing it off to you. His fingers drew little random patterns and shaped on your silky skin, his smile dying down. “Yeah, um.. He’s back. I mean, honestly I just figured I’d stay out of his way rather than start anymore fuckin’ problems. The last thing I need is to get into another fuckin’ fight with that dick. So I just stayed with Bryce for a few days.” In all honesty, Seth actually kind of scared Justin. The man was unpredictable. Violent. He’d hurt Justin countless of times, called him so many names that he could probably write a book filled with them. There were times were the blue eyed teen didn’t even want to deal with Seth so he just escaped to Bryce’s pool house where he’d pretend like his home life wasn’t a big pule of shit. Still, he wrestled with his thoughts of guilt at leaving his mom alone with that scum bad. He wrestled with his thought of guilt because he knew that Seth would and could hurt his mother. But countless of times, Amber Foley welcomed Seth back no matter what he’d done to her or him. And countless of times, Justin was left disappointed by his own flesh and blood.

It was why he was determined to keep you out of that. You were probably one of the few good things in his life, besides Bryce and his friends. You were good. You were pure. And the last thing he wanted was to have you tainted by the shit show that was his life. Sometimes he felt like he didn’t deserve you at all. Like you deserved someone way better than him. Someone who could give you more than him. If he was being truthful, he never wanted you to find out about his home life. He wanted to keep that part of his life hidden and he wanted you to see what everybody at school saw; the popular jock with lots of friends and lots of girls pining after him. The guy with the seemingly perfect life. Yet, when you discovered that his mom was a drug addict with an extremely abusive boyfriend.. you stayed. You didn’t judge him. You didn’t leave him. You stayed. And Justin considered himself the luckiest person on the planet because he had you.

You frowned. “Justin, babe, why didn’t you tell me? You know that you don’t have to hide shit from me, right? I mean I’m glad you got outta there and stayed with Bryce for a few days but you can come to me too.”

“Hey, it’s fine. It’s whatever. I just I didn’t want to tell you anything and make you worried. I only stayed with Bryce because.. I don’t know, I just didn’t want to feel like I was bugging you or something. And I don’t want you to get in trouble with your folks because of me incase they found out that I stayed here.” He explained. “Don’t worry, okay? Everything is all good, I promise. I’m here with you. How could it not be?” He leaned over and kissed your forehead. His words and his kiss had eased your nerves, even if it was only temporarily. Right now, the two of you were together and everything was good. Neither of you had a care in the world; you were with each other and you were all that mattered.

“You know that you don’t deserve it, right? All that shit from Seth. No matter what he says or does to you.. it’s not your fault and you shouldn’t have to live like that.. I’m serious, Justin. I’m here, don’t forget that. I’m your girlfriend but I’m also your friend.” You said. To show that he’d heard you, Justin gave your arm a loving squeeze. For a few minutes, neither of you said nothing. The both of you just stared up at the darkening sky, passing the joint back and forth until nothing was left. Until your muscles were completely relaxed, until your eyes were half lidded, until the only thing on your mind was how good you felt.

“Do you ever think about leaving this place? Just packing your shit and going? I’ve thought about it. We could go anywhere we want. Away from Seth, from all the high school bullshit, away from everyone. It’d be nice.” You hummed, the air growing cooler as you spoke. “But it looks like we’re stuck here. For now, at least. Graduation seems like forever away.” You broke the silence, though your eyes never left the beautiful sky. Justin, however, turned to look at you. For a few seconds, he just stared at you and took you in — how good your perfume smelled and how it seemed to cling to him. How the fabric of your outfit contrasted beautifully against your skin. How relaxed you looked. You were utterly ethereal.

“I think about it all the time. Especially when I’m at home, listening to my mom and Seth fight. I think about just fucking leaving and never coming back. Forgetting this boring ass little town and just.. getting away from here.” He revealed. “Maybe one day, me and you, we can get outta here together. After graduation. Just pack our shit up and leave.” That was a good thought. Leaving Crestmont with you. Going anywhere in the world that they wanted. But you two were still young, and neither of you knew the giant shit storm that you were about to go through. Neither of you knew the horror that you’d endure. Neither of you knew if you’d even still be together by the time you go to graduation.. or if you even make it to graduation. Still, right now, everything seemed too good and too perfect. Like nothing could tear you down and ruin what you had going on.

You groaned, burying your face in Justin’s shoulder. “Graduation is so far away.” You whined playfully. “Who’s to say that you won’t get tired of me by then?”

“Eh, you’re right. You’re pretty fucking annoying.” Justin said, earning a smack to the chest by you. “I’m kidding!” He laughed. “I mean.. we don’t know what’s gonna happen but I like to think that you and I will still be together by the time we get to graduation. I mean.. I don’t know.. call me sappy or whatever.. I just really like you, Y/N.. And you know about me and my fucked up life and family and you haven’t run for the hills.. yet. I guess I’m pretty fucking lucky to have you and I don’t wanna screw any of this up.”

“Wow.. Justin Foley.. Have you been watching cheesy romance movies?” You teased your boyfriend. He rolled his eyes and shook his head, laughing softly. “Seriously though.. I really like you too and nothing you do or say is gonna scare me off. Seth isn’t gonna scare me off either. You’re right, we don’t know what’s gonna happen in the future but.. we just gotta take it day by day right.. Together?”

Instead of initially answering you verbally, Justin surged forward and captured your soft lips with his own. The kiss that you shared was slow, relaxed, a symptom of the weed that you two had just shared. But it was more loving than any other kiss you’d experienced before. You sighed in content, easing against him, but Justin reacted by gripping your thigh and moving it so that it was draped over his lap. You did the rest; without breaking the kiss, your mouths and tongues moving in a steady rhythm, you shifted from laying against the tiled roof and positioned yourself on top of him. Your thigh were sturdy on either side of his lips, your butt rested lightly upon his lap. Justin’s hands fell on your hips, holding you secure and steady against him, almost as if wanting to make sure that you wouldn’t disappear.

After a few long, precious moments, you finally pulled away an inch or two. Your face was close to his, your noses barely touching. “Together.” He finally answered.

“You’re stuck with me now, Foley. Sorry about it.” You giggled breathlessly, your eyes shining brightly. Justin never wanted to look away.

“Yeah? Well sorry to say it, but you’re stuck with me too, baby. You ain’t getting rid of me that easily.”

Justin knew his friends, Bryce and all the other jocks, would call him pussy whipped if they could see him now. Hell, they already did every time they saw you and Justin walking down the hallway holding hands or his arm around you.. Justin would soon learn that his biggest downfall would be caring too much of what his friends think.

But for now, he enjoyed the moment of being tangled up with you on the roof of your house with the moon illuminating you both. Nothing else mattered.

#netflix 13 reasons why #13 reasons why x reader #13 reasons why #13rw #justin foley #justin foley x reader #justin foley imagine #justin foley fluff #justin foley angst #hannah baker #clay jensen #zach dempsey #alex standall #jessica davis #tyler down #bryce walker #brandon flynn

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stereksecretsanta · 3 years

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Merry Christmas, everchanginginks

For @everchanginginks. I hope you enjoy this gift!

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Just down the hall from the quiet studying of history students in Room 17-B lies classroom 17-A which, contrasting its quieter neighbor, is filled with sugar-fueled enthusiasm as adolescent students gleefully tear into their candy atom diagrams. Only after getting the go ahead from their awesome chemistry teacher wearing a colorful periodic table tie over a blue dress shirt with rolled up sleeves, of course.

Said awesome teacher places the end of a blue raspberry sour punch straw in the corner of his mouth and chews with an unabashed grin. As he’s halfway through the straw the bell rings and he breaks into his parting spiel for his students, the straw sticking from the corner of his mouth like a cowboy.

“Okay class, please make sure to turn your worksheets into the tray on your way out and please take your candy diagrams with you. You’re not gonna break my heart if you don’t eat them, I just don’t want next period to deal with this period’s mess. Tonight’s homework is on the board and on the syllabus, and don’t forget to submit your vote for Teacher of the Year during lunch if you have not already. Have a good rest of your day everyone, and as always come to me with any questions...and that means any ."

Scattered responses of “Okay” and “Thanks Mr. Stilinski” and “Bye” fill the room as the students start to file out the classroom.

“You’re about as subtle as a brick to the teeth.” Says a mildly amused female voice from over his shoulder.

Stiles finishes the candy and turns around to look exasperatedly at the strawberry blonde speaker sitting behind his desk, "And you’re underestimating how important this is. My reclaiming of the throne is in danger!"

"Uh huh..." MIT grad and certified genius Lydia Martin nods in mock understanding as she sips from her floral patterned ceramic travel coffee cup.

"Thanks again for agreeing to come in and lecture for my AP Chem students on such short notice by the way.” Stiles scratches at the tousled mess on his head and offers the open package of sour punch straws from his desk, “You are a literal God send."

She grimaces and waves the proffered sugary confection away, "For someone in the sciences, your improper use of the word 'literal' is rather concerning. Perhaps your throne is in more danger than previously thought."

“Don’t say that, you’re gonna jinx it!” He reaches over and raps his knuckles against his wooden desk three times while speaking a mile a minute, “I need to win, I can’t have mister ‘look at me bringing my history and polisci students on the coolest field trips in the history of this school because I can somehow pull strings to make these trips a reality despite there being like no funding--seriously how does he do it--and my students adore me even though I constantly look like I probably lure people into the woods with my beautiful eyes and murder them in my free time’ beat me at my own game, again !”

He huffs at the end of his tirade and looks to Lydia for understanding, but she avoids his gaze and poorly suppresses snickers under her breath.

“C’mon it’s not that funny. I know he can ‘smolder’ his way into the heart of even the most introverted student,” Stiles gesticulates with each emphasis, “but I have charm , I’m approachable , I understand these students. I love my job and I do everything in my ability to give these students every opportunity they deserve . If that’s not ‘Teacher of the Year’ material, then I don’t know what is.”

Stiles stops, taps his chin thoughtfully and sighs, “Though I totally understand that the title is purely for bragging rights, and it ultimately comes down to just continuing to be the best teacher I can be. Derek is a great teacher that also deserves the title and I can respect that, but gosh darn does he get my competitive side riled up.”

“Uh huh…” Lydia hums and taps her fingers against her cup as she pointedly looks past Stiles, “Mr. Stilinski, I do believe there’s someone that needs your help?”

“Oh!” Stiles quickly straightens himself and his tie, and turns around with a wide grin, “What can I do for--YOU!” Stiles quickly twists his expression into a frown and throws a finger up accusingly after registering who was darkening his doorway.

Standing in the doorway with a glare that could send a lesser man running for the hills is the previously mentioned competitor and last year’s winner for ‘Teacher of the Year’, mister ‘coolest history teacher’ Derek Hale in all his annoyingly gorgeous, stubbly, glory. He side-eyes Stiles’ organized chaos in the chemistry lab from behind thick framed hipster looking glasses and grimaces, “Am I interrupting something?”

Stiles grits his teeth, he can practically feel the judgement over his classroom’s state radiating off of the (not even tenured!) history teacher and no amount of soft looking cable knit sweaters could lessen that blow. “As a matter of fact--”

“No, you’re not interrupting anything at all Derek.” Lydia places a hand on Stiles’ shoulder as she walks past him, “I was just about to go say hi to Kira.”

Derek moves aside to let Lydia pass, she turns to smile at Stiles from the doorway, “I’ll come back by 6th period for your second AP Chem class. I think I’ll also grab some lunch from Whole Foods.”

“Uh...Bye?” Stiles weakly waves at Lydia’s parting back. He refocuses his attention on the offending history teacher and crosses his arms across his chest petulantly, “Alrighty, what d’ya need Mr. Hale?”

With a roll of his eyes, Derek holds up a handful of papers, steps forward, and emphatically places them in Stiles' inbox, “Your mail. I know your TA usually grabs it for you, but he’s out sick today. And I was already in the mailroom.”

“Whoa, wait wait, how do you know that my TA is out sick today, have you been stalking my classes? Are you trying to find a way to one up me? Steal some of my stellar teaching techniques because you know that you’ll lose otherwise?” Stiles narrows his eyes as his lowers voice into a conspiratorial tone while leaning forward to scrutinize Derek’s expression, “What’s your game here Mr. Hale ?”

Derek hazel eyes widen incredulously as he scoffs, “I don't need to stalk your classes, Liam's one of my students too. And please remind me, what did I do to make you so hostile again?”

“Playing dumb isn’t cute. You know full well what you did.” Stiles pokes at Derek’s chest and--oh that’s a soft sweater--puffs his own out, “But no matter what, I’m going to take what’s rightfully mine .”

His competitor’s face reddens in anger and Stiles feels a thrum of excitement at his ability to break Derek’s usual expression of ‘sourpuss lumberjack murderer’. A sly grin works its way across Stiles’ face as he shrugs coyly, “What can I say, I’m a man who knows what he wants.”

Stiles’ wrist is suddenly grabbed by a warm, slightly calloused palm--there may be something to that murderer in the woods theory--and wrenched away from the soft sweater. “And what would that be, Stiles?” Derek growls--who the hell growls --while leaning in way too close for comfort.

“What would that be? Um...I want to win? Obviously?” Stiles splutters as his face reddens, offended that Derek would suggest that there would be anything else . “I’m gonna own you, Derek. I’m gonna own you so hard, you won’t know what hit you.”

“How about you take me to dinner first, before you ‘own’ me?” Derek says matter-of-factly.

“Uh no, how about you take me to dinner to celebrate my overwhelming victory over your grumpy ass? Doesn’t that make a little more sense than going to dinner before either of us win?” Stiles rolls his eyes, laughing at Derek’s lack of logic. But his laughter sputters out and he stills once his brain processes what just happened. “Wait… wait wait… was that some sort of sad attempt at asking me out in the most backwards, reverse engineered manner possible?”

Stiles looks Derek in the eyes, who nods patiently, as if Stiles was one of their students that needs tutoring.

“Oh my God. Oh my GOD !” Stiles backs away and into his desk, voice rising in panic, “What even? What’s happening here? Are you trying to throw me off my game? Cause that’s a dirty tactic, even for you. Because there’s no way someone like you would legitimately ask out someone like me . That just doesn’t make sense. You’re like a sexy lumberjack murderer historian, and I’m like a young Bill Nye. I'm in the sciences , and you're in the humanities . And you don’t even like me. You haven’t liked me since your first day!”

“Hold on.” Derek holds his palms up defensively, “What are you talking about? You were the one glaring at me like there was no tomorrow.”

Stiles inspects Derek’s expression for any sign of deception, seeing none he sighs. “Fine, I guess it was just so unimportant to mister bigshot Hale to remember measly Mr. Stilinski. Do you remember moving into your classroom?”

He nods, urging Stiles to continue.

“So I didn’t know that the new teacher was moving in that day , so when I saw a big package outside of your soon to be classroom, I assumed that it was my delivery of graduated cylinders that was dropped off to the wrong room since it was early in the morning and people make mistakes sometimes, y’know?” Stiles gives Derek no opportunity to say anything and continues at full speed. “I went over and got ready to take the package, only to have you open the door and give me the scariest look in my entire life . Do you remember what you said to me, Derek?”

“You said,” Stiles changes his voice to imitate Derek’s, “‘That is my private property. If you value your time at this school, you will leave it alone. If I see this behavior again I will bring it up with Principal Yukimura’. So, yeah! Something about that kinda exchange can make a guy think you hate them!”

Derek groans and pinches the bridge of his nose, “Oh my God...You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Oh, so you do remember? Or did you conveniently forget threatening me?” Stiles grabs another sour punch straw and chews it angrily, “Because I sure as hell didn’t!”

“Stiles…” Derek laughs breathily, “I thought you were a student . I wasn’t wearing my glasses and it was dark . Oh my god . I thought the first time we met was in the teachers' lounge, and by that point I already unknowingly made a terrible first impression on you. No wonder you looked at me with such hatred. Oh my goodness.”

“...oh.”

“Yeah, oh…”

Stiles chews the straw thoughtfully and rocks on the balls of his feet. “So… about that backwards dinner invitation…”

“Yeah?” Derek perks up slightly, looking almost adorable , though Stiles would never say that outloud.

“How about whoever wins ‘Teacher of the Year’ gets treated to dinner, hm?” Stiles holds out a hand for a handshake.

With a goofy grin revealing adorable (there’s that word again!) bunny teeth that brighten up Derek’s entire face, much better than the usual murderous look, he enthusiastically takes Stiles hand and shakes it.

“Deal.”

Epilogue

“I still can’t believe it!”

“I know.” Derek hums as he reaches over to refill Stiles’ glass.

“Honestly, who saw this coming?”

“Certainly not me,” Derek swirls some pasta around his fork and fondly watches Stiles throw back the wine as if it was jungle juice rather than a nice glass of Chardonnay.

Stiles’ honey-brown eyes glimmer with the same kind of mischievous enthusiasm that Derek remembered seeing for the first time at the first assembly of the school year. He gave some sort of spiel about the importance of working together and not being afraid to ask for help, which ended with a demonstration of elephant toothpaste. Derek is embarrassed to say how much he grew to admire the gawky chemistry teacher after that assembly.

“I absolutely kicked your ass dude.” Stiles leans across the table to grab the dessert menu. “Since it’s your treat, I think I’ll indulge in some dessert.” He worries his bottom lip, which makes Derek have to cough and turn his attention away.

“Don’t call me dude.” Derek weakly responds.

“Ooh, this one is topped with bourbon vanilla bean chantilly cream, which is basically bougie whipped cream. How do you feel about bread pudding by the way?” Stiles looks up from the menu through his eyelashes--and there is no way he doesn’t know how he looks--and flutters them exaggeratedly. “Or are you too sour over losing to wittle ol’ me?”

Derek snorts and reaches over to clasp Stiles’ free hand, “On the contrary, I’d be happy to lose to you again.”

Stiles returns the gesture and leans forward, eyes glimmering, his face mere inches away from Derek’s, “Promise?”

Derek is suddenly very glad that they are sitting because he can feel himself go weak in the knees. He nods thoughtfully, “Yeah, I promise.” And leans forward to close the gap.

Their first kiss tastes like garlic bread, which is a little unconventional, but Derek wouldn’t have it any other way.

#everchanginginks #stereksanta20 #*fic20 #*gifts20

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ao3feed-tododeku · 3 years

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Bakugo, Bingo, and Snow

Bakugo, Bingo, and Snow by ChickPeaLaPeggy

A holiday bingo game leads Kirishima to realize he might have more feelings for Bakugo than just friendship. ... Kirishima felt a shift in the energy around him. A spike maybe, or possibly an edge. It reminded him of the feeling he got when class rank was announced. All he could feel were bubbles in his chest. He spared a glance to see what Bakugo's reaction was. He had his fists clenched tightly at his sides, his brow lowered, teeth revealed in a predatory grimace. Bakugo was smoldering and Kirishima grinned sharkishly. This was going to be fun.

And so began the holiday competition.

Words: 3366, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki, Ashido Mina, Sero Hanta, Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shouto, Jirou Kyouka, Yaoyorozu Momo, Kaminari Denki, Uraraka Ochako, Iida Tenya, Asui Tsuyu, Hagakure Tooru, Ojiro Mashirao, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Tokoyami Fumikage

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Ashido Mina/Sero Hanta, Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Jirou Kyouka/Yaoyorozu Momo, Jirou Kyouka/Kaminari Denki

Additional Tags: Christmas, Christmas Competition, Christmas Fluff, Fluff, Light Angst, Fluff and Angst, Kissing, Will Probably be SFW but maybe not, This is my first fic in three years..., Competition, Cute, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Friendship, Holidays, Snow

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28634343

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Tododeku Plus #💛#❤️#Side Tododeku #Kiribaku·#Seromina #♡#A:ChickPeaLaPeggy #Fluff #Angst

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ejzah · 4 years

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Since you've been doing drabbles on Deeks muscles, could you do one where they're at the beach with their baby and while Kensi's gone to get food women crowd around him because muscles + guy holding a baby = 😍

A/N: Writing about Deeks’ muscles again? Oh, I guess I can force myself.

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“Hey babe, you want anything from the food truck?” Kensi asked Deeks as she finished changing three month old Caleb’s diaper. It was the first time they’d really had a chance to spend more than half an hour at the beach since his birth and they were all reveling in the experience.

“Ooh, grab me a fish taco and lemonade,” he requested eagerly. “I worked up an appetite running with the little monster this morning.” He tweaked Caleb’s nose and he cooed happily in response.

“If only all of us could work off calories that easily.” Kensi was mostly teasing, but still felt a little self-conscious about her remaining baby pudge. Deeks snorted.

“What are you talking about? You look amazing.” He grabbed her around the waist, pulling her against him for a thorough kiss. He also took the opportunity to squeeze her butt cheek briefly. Sighing against his mouth, she trailed her hands down his chest and abs.

It was a shame they were in public and had a baby to think of. Before she could get too distracted, she pulled back and smirked at Deeks who stuck out his lip in a pout. She pulled on her coverup and grabbed some money from her purse, holding Caleb out towards Deeks.

“I’ll be back in a few.”

Deeks nodded, settling Caleb between his crossed legs. As she walked away, she could hear him describing the swells and talking about the surfers farther out in the water while Caleb happily gnawed on his fingers. It was fairly adorable.

20 minutes later, Kensi walked back towards their spot with a small carton of food. The line had been ridiculously long and she was feeling a little annoyed and hungry. Plus, her boobs were roughly two seconds away from leaking, which meant she’d have to feed Caleb before she could eat.

As she reached their spot, she saw Deeks standing next to their beach sheet, Caleb balanced in the crook of one arm. His blue trunks hung low on his hips, contrasting nicely against his tanned skin, and he looked absolutely delicious.

He was also surrounded by no less than six women, all wearing bikinis. It made Kensi feel oddly matronly in her one-piece, even though Deeks’ eyes had lit up the first time she put it on. Walking closer, Kensi glared at a blonde woman who was brushing the top of Caleb’s head.

“Oh my god, he is adorable!”

“How old is he?”

“Can I hold him?”

Deeks didn’t seem fazed by the barrage of questions, easily chatting with each woman in turn, who hung onto his every word. And he wasn’t even trying.

“Three months this past Tuesday. And he’s not real great with strangers,” he with an apologetic smile, holding Caleb a little tighter to his chest.

“You said you surf, right?” said the blonde woman who was standing the closest to Deeks.

“Yeah, when I have the time.”

“Well, maybe you could give me a few lessons.” She touched Caleb’s head again and then dropped her hand onto Deeks’ forearm. Deeks arched an eyebrow, but didn’t move. He looked vaguely amused by her lack of subtlety.

“Actually, I’m not much of a teacher, but I have a friend who could give you lessons if you want his number,” Deeks offered, his voice still friendly, but putting up a clear boundary. She ignored it.

“Mm, he’s not you though.” Her hand drifted a little higher, caressing Deeks’ bicep. Rolling her eyes, Kensi decided she’d seen enough.

“Having fun?” she asked Deeks, coming up beside him and resting her free hand on his shoulder. He smiled at her, a genuine one this time.

“Caleb’s pretty popular,” he explained, wrapping his arm around her waist so she was pressed tight against his side. “This is my wife, Kensi.” He emphasized the word wife and dark haired woman immediately edged away from the group, looking embarrassed.

“Ah, yes, Caleb’s such a charmer,” Kensi said, looking up at the side of Deeks’ face with a wry smile. The blonde woman in front of Deeks had hastily dropped her hand when Kensi walked up, but she hadn’t moved away and had a competitive gleam in her eye.

“Marty was just telling us what a great surfer he is,” the blonde said, somehow making it sound possessive.

“Mm, Marty’s good at lots of things,” Kensi agreed. Deeks made a choked noise, but Kensi just smiled pleasantly at the women fawning over him until one of them nudged her friend and they too started to walk away.

“It was nice meeting you, Marty,” the blond said, ignoring Kensi completely. She winked, squeezed Deeks shoulder and then turned around, her hips swaying from side to side. The rest of the women quickly dispersed as well and Kensi turned to Deeks, leaning her chin on his shoulder.

“Unbelievable,” she said, giving him a look that was half amused, half exasperated. “ I can’t leave you alone for two minutes.”

“Hey, that was not my fault,” Deeks protested. “Women just can not resist a man holding a baby. As soon as you were gone, they started swarming.” He jiggled Caleb lightly and he squealed in delight.

“Aw, you poor thing. And I’m sure it had absolutely nothing to do with your six pack or the fact that I can practically see your pelvis in those trunks.”

“That might be a slight contributing factor,” he admitted reluctantly. Kensi made a derisive noise and took Caleb, settling on the sheet to nurse him. Deeks sat beside her after a minute. “You’re not really mad at me, are you?”

“No,” Kensi said, “But I don’t exactly love finding you surrounded by a bunch of gorgeous women in bikinis.”

“You know you’re the only woman I want to see in a bikini,” he said. Kensi smiled reluctantly as he tipped her chin up, his expression completely sincere. “Or out of a bikini,” he added. “Preferably out as much as possible.”

“Mm, you’re lucky you’re cute,” she said without heat. She brushed her thumb over his lip and down his chin, her nail scratching through the short hairs of his beard.

“That’s what I count on.” He kissed her softly.

“But if another woman puts her hands on you or the baby while we’re here, I won’t be responsible for my actions.” Rather than looking worried, Deeks lips twitched at her words. He seemed amused, and possibly flattered.

“I would expect nothing less. Can’t have other woman pawing at your man,” he teased, leaning back on his hands. Tanned and more toned than he’d ever been, he looked far too hot for his own good. Settling Caleb on the blanket again, she knelt beside him, her knees pressing into his hip. She laid a possessive hand on his stomach and whispered,

“When we go home, those shorts are coming off and you are all mine.” His eyes darkened, smoldering at her.

“Let the pawing commence,” he said happily.

#ncis la fanfiction #densi #marty deeks #kensi blye #deeks’ muscles #the muscles get their own tag now #anonymous prompt #ejzah fanfiction

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nny11writes · 4 years

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Can I get a uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhh, Number 29 Jelous Kiss on a Glitra with extra clingyness?

UGH, I re-wrote this and I’m still not 100% thrilled, but it’s good enough. My overachieving ass needs to stop lol! Any who, Catra is Jealous and does something about it! (technically part of the “Green Isn’t Your Color” au/story)

Sometimes it’s hard to feel like she’s enough for Glimmer. She’s course and short and crass, and you can’t even get a good fuck out of her at the end of the day. Catra’s used to feeling like an outsider and a fool, she’s used to being a second class citizen always forgotten and left behind. The idea that Glimmer, normal, beautiful Glimmer, actually likes her despite all that?

That sounds like bullshit spun by Scorpia or Bow to make her feel better, when she knows they’re just pitying her and tired of dealing with her anxious, depressed ass.

Fair. So is Catra.

But here’s the thing, Glimmer isn’t. After making things crystal clear at Scorpia’s end of summer party, Catra had fully expected a few months of bliss and then a lifetime of regretting whatever behavior was sure to drive her off eventually. That...wasn’t what happened. Glimmer kept asking her out, kept seeing her, calling and texting and sending her stupid memes at 2AM. Rolling into Catra’s job on Valentine’s Day with a small box of chocolates, a flower, and a staunch warning to not make herself sick from eating all the chocolate at once. Their first anniversary came and went, and while Catra was wondering when the other shoe would drop Glimmer asked if they could move in together.

She knew they’d have to talk about it soon. The way Catra was still waiting for the other shoe to drop. But until then, she was going to be an insecure little bitch about it all.

Catra isn’t opposed to PDA, she enjoys most varieties of it in fact. Especially when it let’s everyone else know to fuck off regarding Glimmer. Her hands are soft and a little pudgy, and they are perfect for holding and squeezing even if they get sweaty against her palms. She needs the little assurance squeezes, and the fingers playing with hers. Cuddling and snuggling? Oh hell yeah. Glimmer had laughed about her girlfriend being a lap cat, but only in private where Catra could pretend to be upset and bite at her gently. Hugging? Fuck yeah. Ideal hug time, several hours! Kissing, actually okay for the most part, as long as there wasn’t tongue.

Her whole body seized up at that. Fucking gross, why did anyone enjoy that? Squirmy wet, weird tasting muscle flesh. Yuck.

But kissing, like, kissing kissing? Catra was a fucking fool for that! A peck to the cheek, nose, forehead, lips, and it turned out she could be both a solid and a liquid. It was wild. Intense. Deeply, hauntingly beautiful. And Glimmer? Glimmer was very free with her kisses in public once Catra okayed it. She rarely if ever initiated it, too paranoid that Glimmer would somehow take it out of context and be hurt if Catra didn’t want to go further.

Which was why Glimmer was shooting her several concerned looks as they walked hand in hand through the mall. Because Catra would not stop flopping all over her, and had been given several quick kisses. She didn’t want to worry her, but if that guy who was clearly following them after hitting on Glimmer at the cinnamon roll stand was going to act entitled, Catra was going to make a point.

Just...she didn’t want to worry Glimmer. Most women would not take, “Hey that guy is following you.” well and she is not going to ruin their day out being an idiot. She needed a game plan, she needed fucko boy to leave them alone, and if getting a little more clingy with her girlfriend was the cure? Well, what a treat.

So Catra held on tighter, remembering that fateful night at the party she slipped her hand in Glimmer’s back pocket and got front row tickets to watching her purple eyes dilate. Tail around her amazing, fucking kill me now how did I get this lucky hips. Snuggling up hard at the food court to the point that Glimmer had complained that she couldn’t eat. Catra was prepared to do just about anything to get Stupid McStupidFace to stop looking at Glimmer.

Like she got it, okay? Fuck, she was lucky and had a beautiful and, dare she say it, sexy girlfriend.

Glimmer could probably bench press her, even if only once. Glimmer had thighs blessed by Thor himself. Glimmer had a cute nose, and kind eyes, and a sparkling laugh, and even the way she growled was adorable. She understood if people were looking, Catra was looking too. But being this creepy? Gross!

“You okay? You’ve been a little…” Glimmer paused, her free hand waving vaguely as Catra did her level best to not hiss at the asshole in a reflection and then have to explain herself.

Her whole defense was to whine like a child and burrow in closer under Glimmer’s chin with a soft chirp. Still, she knew her ears were twisted hard to listen to the competition and her tail was a bastard hell bent on ruining her whole life. She could feel her nails burrow into Glimmer’s shirt a little as she pulled back, the guy was finally walking towards them and Catra was gonna kill him if he came over here and opened his stupid mouth.

“Can I kiss you?” Was not what Catra meant to say, in fact it wasn’t even close to what she’d meant to say. When Glimmer blinked in shock, Catra rubbed their cheeks together, giving only the smallest little lick on instinct to her girlfriend’s temple. Her whole body was hard wired to betray her apparently.

“I might die if you don’t,” Glimmer said breathless.

So Catra kissed her, a proper kiss, as if she was some old timey soldier going off to war and unsure if she’d return. They parted only long enough for Catra to switch her hold and kiss Glimmer again, this time with a dip for fucking emphasis because no one was going to win Glimmer’s heart when Catra had finally gotten a glimpse at it.

“No seriously,” Glimmer said in between the next few desperate kisses, “this isn’t really like you? Not to be rude? Not that you can’t?? I’m not complaining!”She didn’t look, SHE DIDN’T, but her stupid fucking ears twitched and one rotated to listen as the douche bag walked away. It was enough for Glimmer to smirk at her. “Oh, didn’t like my not so secret admirer huh?”

She knew?! Of course she knew! For one moment Catra felt like a colossal idiot, heart hammering as a flash of pure rage went through her. Then it was gone leaving that same hollow feeling, the sickly leftovers of jealousy still smoldering in her gut.

Glimmer leaned up to kiss her, hands carding through her mane, one scratching just behind her ear and holy FUCK. She was purring, it was mortifying, but Glimmer was still kissing and scratching and shaking as she tried to hold her weight more on the leg not jammed between Catra’s in some last valiant effort to be chivalrous. Stupid, sweet Glimmer.

She pulled them upright and grumbled into her neck, still wrapped around Glimmer tight.

“Hey, seriously, are you okay with all this? I, uh, I’m having a blast. Ugh! I’m, this is, that is to say,” Glimmer sighed, kissed her on her nose, and tried again, “I love dicking with assholes too, and I’m enjoying all this attention. But I’m not enjoying that you’re feeling bad.”

Oof.

“ ‘m just being stupid,” Catra mumbled, hoping Glimmer wouldn’t hear her and let it go.

“Hey, no! Talk shit about my girlfriend again and I’ll punch you.”

Catra clung a little tighter.

“Catra, he’s not even my type. Does he have a dick? Yes. Newsflash dummy, I’ve got a spare at home and if the choice is you or some random dude with too much hair gel and not enough brain to recognize a couple? It’s gonna be you.”

It was sweet. It was too sweet. Catra didn’t deserve that did she? Holy shit, she never failed to be totally gobsmacked when Glimmer chose her and it felt like she was going to float right off the ground. The two stood there for a while, rocking back and forth on occasion as they just held onto their hug.

“Hey,” Glimmer whispered, heart hammering under Catra’s ear, “he just went into laser tag. Wanna kick his ass?”

Catra kissed her, let it linger, and answered, “Let’s destroy him.”

“Fucking sweet!” Glimmer cheered, teleporting them over.

#spop #glimmer #catra #glitra #prompt game #mini fic game #fic game #ask game #two idiots in love #standing 5 mm apart b/c they're super gay #Catra is so unwell guys OT3 Glimmer/Catra/Therapy #until them have some low grade #cw: self loathing #cw: negative self talk #jealousy #green isn't your color #spin off #looking it's the jealousy story how could I not connect them!?#therodrigator6

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cosmiclatte28 · 4 years

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TEMPO (racer reader x sehun, nct, exo) #3

Hi you made it this far...

read the previous chapters here 1 / 2

Meanwhile..

“Yes Kai! It’s a big win tonight. Come on let’s party. Drinks are on Kai tonight!” Baekhyun cheers loudly when Kai returns to them with the money.

“Easy game tonight?” Lay speaks up.

Kai ponders for a moment “It’s a rough game.. I’m surprised by the 127 racer. It’s a girl right? I saw her small body .. I must say she’s a tough one. Though I managed to kick her and made her lost her balance. She fell right before the finish line.”

“Not really a gentleman are you?” Chanyeol teases him. “Anyways it’s a competition. Someone’s bound to win and someone’s bound to lose. Tonight the spotlight is yours! Shall we party?”

Kai, Chanyeol, Baekhyun, Lay, and the others made their way to the nearest bar to celebrate Kai’s first win in the new cage.

“I think I saw Sehun earlier.. he has changed! He goes to street racing now.. what is he doing..” Lay blurts out when they finished several bottles down.

“Oh right! You saw him too? I thought I was seeing things.” Kai abruptly sit up straight.

“Maybe it’s someone like Sehun. I don’t think this place is his style.” Baekhyun cuts the wild imaginations and the two men seem to agree they’re just seeing things.

Kai becomes the new star player after (y/n). Because (y/n) is in hiatus.. Kai actually dominates the track. Yuta does beat him in most of the races, but in other programs where Yuta did not sign up, Kai is the favorite player.

Apparently for Kai, the competitors here are too easy for him. He is looking for that one player. The mysterious girl he knocked off on his first race. He knows she’s not playing probably because of what he did, but Kai has never seen her properly. Let alone know her name or status here. Funny how deep in his heart he feels bad whenever he remembers the scene. Kai knows it’s coward for him to kick a girl opponent.. and most importantly she looks smaller than the other players.

After finishing his race, he walks to Kris who acts as his manager and asks “Hyung. Do you know where is the 127 girl that I beat on my first race here?”

“Oh that girl.. she’s on break. Her left hand is fractured.. she’s actually the ace player here before you come.”

“Whose team is she in?” Kai looks around the crowd.

“I’m pretty sure that young boys.. over there.. sharp gazes tight pants leather jackets.. pink and purple hair” Kris points to Taeyong and Jaehyun.

“Wait.. I know them..” Kai puts his vision to the small group. He knows the other two.. it’s Johnny and Yuta.

“Apparently the brunette boy is also their racer for the short track program. He beats you several time right?” Kris shifts his gaze to the small team too.

Kai nods “Yeah. Yuta is a tough racer. Where is their ace.. shouldn’t she come and watch?”

Kris shrugs his shoulder “I don’t know Kai.. anyways I see Sehun was with them on that day.”

Kai freezes in his place. So he and Lay were not seeing things. Sehun was there on that day. Hmm funny how the world makes them see each other again.

“I’m curious. What makes a boy like Sehun jumps into this muddy lifestyle.” Kai grins slyly.

That keeps on going on until one day.. (y/n) is back on track. Kai has his golden opportunity to talk with her and ask her some more about herself. She welcomes him nicely.. without realizing Kai is actually an enemy of Sehun.. the man she starts to grow fond with.

“You’re too young to be here.” Kai puts on his favorite boy mask. I mean he’s a homme fatale. Of course girls will get head over heels for him… and this cute racer in front of him catches his attention since day one.

“That’s what people will always say as their first impression. I’m seventeen. Legal to drive.” She proudly smirks.

Kai chuckles “Let’s make a deal.”

“What deal? I’m on for challenges.” She arrogantly folds her hand on her chest.

It’s been a while since someone dares to challenge and mess up with her.. people all stop challenging her when they know the real color of this cute girl. Plus Kai looks tempting and nice.

“We play fair and square tonight. If you win I’ll let you do what you want.. if I win.. you’ll do what I want you to do.” Kai raises his brow.

“Does that means you’re ready to be my personal butler? I really need one right now and you look perfect!” She puts on her cat eyes. Kai definitely curses in his heart when he melts at those eyes.

He sighs. Of course her bets will be something silly like this.. she’s seventeen after all. What do you expect Kai.

He sighs “Okay. And if I win.. you’ll do what I want. I’ll think about it later.”

“Don’t bother thinking. You’ll be my butler! For a whole month! Be prepared Kai.” She playfully pinches his cheek and walks away to Sehun. Kai’s eyes follow her and he smiles in secret when he sees Sehun.

Old friend he missed. Is there any way to annoy him again? Maybe by winning the race and force her to be his girl? Or just by losing and being her personal butler. That means Kai will have more time with her than Sehun did right? And with his skills he can make sure Sehun knows about it and gets jealous.

Kai laughs hysterically to himself and make his way to his team. He told them to bet low on him, tonight he has a plan. The whole team just follow his words. They know Kai is probably up for a silly business deals he made for fun.

The race starts, after a secret goodluck kiss from Sehun, (y/n) sits on her bike and glances at Kai. She growls her engine and winks when the MC queue the count down. The number hits one and they all push their gas to the limit.

Tonight marks the first return of the Ace Queen (y/n) and she lives to her name. The money tonight is a huge amount, people are excited seeing Kai and (y/n) in the race together once again.. the fact that she wins brings her over the moon, not because of the money, but the silly deal she made with Kai.

She quickly slips away when no one is watching and Kai sees her move, so he swiftly make his way too. The two meet again on the same quiet spot they talked earlier.

“Congratulations Ace! You really played nice today. I’m sad yet honored to lose before you.” Kai jokingly gets down on one of his knee and looks deep into her eyes.

She blushes from the intense stare. Kai is really attractive and cool. Different from Sehun who makes her feel comfortable, she feels a burning desire in her heart and turning stomach whenever Kai throws her that smoldering look.

“Okay Kai! You’re officially my butler for one month! Give me your number.”

“Eager are we? Smooth way to get my number.” Kai winks.

“Not that! I need your number to call you if I need anything.” Kai inputs his number to her phone and place it under the name Kai, “Perfect! Now get ready to answer my calls in random times. We should meet to make more agreements. I don’t want my butler to be lazy and a handful.”

Kai begins to regret his choice. If she’s only bossing over him, where’s the fun? But he’ll see how this go.

“Alright Kai oppa.. see you!” she waves her hand and jogs to her team.

Kai happily descends to his friends and acts like nothing happens.

(y/n) keeps the deal in secret. The whole world knows if Jaehyun heard this, he won’t allow his sister to have a butler like Kai. Come on people like Jaehyun knows how dangerous Kai and his populations are. So she keeps it low to herself.

(y/n) POV

I return to my small apartment alone. My friends live in another floor, but I have a small studio for myself. Maybe because I enjoy living alone with my mess. Oh yeah Jaehyun has been lecturing me about cleaning my room, but I’m a busy girl. I have no time to clean my mess. Morning until noon I study at school, then I have a lesson date with Sehun (since he treated me every time.. I cannot turn the offer down.. it’s a good way to save money) then at night I have to study for my tests and do my works just to make it in time to race the night and earn my money. Then I will go home, smoke a bit, and sleep my 6 hours sleep and wake up and repeat the cycle. Except some days I don’t race.

So having Kai as my butler.. means a free house cleaner, chef, and laundry man.

I welcome him on a peaceful Monday night. He shows up by 7 and we agree on our rules.

“No feelings attached… no complaining… no sleeping in my room… and no inappropriate acts.”

He easily agrees and I told him he will have to help me for my cleaning, laundry, and maybe cooking. But turns out he can’t cook, so I have to cook by myself to avoid food poisoning.

“(Y/n) I swear.. your room is super unlike you. How can a cute girl like you live in this dirty room?!” Kai is shocked when he needs to start cleaning.

I shrug my shoulder as I pick one stick of cigarette and lights it up “I’m busy.. and I have not enough time to clean up.”

Kai stops his activity of vacuuming when he sees me blows a smoke “You.. you even smoke!”

I Roll my eyes “Like you yourself don’t… come on Kai.. you’re not my boyfriend or my father.. don’t lecture me.”

“I mean.. I did not expect anything like this coming from you..” He continues vacuuming.

I grin “Nice. That means you will not try to win my heart. A good sign.. I can sleep peacefully without worrying you will take the chance to fuck me.”

Kai smirks “Be careful.. I never said I don’t like girls like that.. besides these things might have turned me on.”

I Hit his back “Cut it off. There’s more to do.”

After vacuuming the floors, he cleans up the cigarette buds while wondering “Do you really finish this much? It’s like two box worth of buds..”

“No.. my brother and his friends sometimes come here.. they smoke too.. plus my friends.. everyone leaves their buds here.. so don’t think I’m that maniac. I have to live a week with this one box.. my money is limited to number of races I won remember?”

Kai seems to get it now.. that I am living half independently. My parents are still funding my tuition fees and apartment rental costs, but for my exclusives I have to earn my own money.

“Why don’t you share a room with your brother? I heard he’s a tidy guy.” Kai actually knows Jaehyun and the others: they were once on the same dance group, but Kai left to focus on his racing more.

“Seriously.. they share a house for 4 people. I have no more space. And I am not living with those loud boys. I mean I also can’t live peacefully seeing Taeyong’s handsome face.. Yuta’s smile and Johnny’s attention. I’ll fail all my tests and make it awkward. “

Kai laughs at my tacky remarks. But deep inside his heart, Kai finds this small girl interesting and challenging.

They talk more and laugh about many different things. She told Kai that for the laundry, she has separated the piles of the private ones and the ones he can clean. She told him which basket he has to take for laundry, the soap and softener she likes, and Kai notes how adorable she is when she gets happy over small things : like the smell of her softener.

“Which floor is it again?”

“Fifth floor. Now go. I’ll cook us some ramyeon. I’m sure you’re hungry.. besides you did quite well.”

Kai finds her unique and adorable rather than annoying. He sees her as the living proof of younger sister he had always imagined. Cute but at the same time sassy and playful.

After an hour, he returns with a pile of clean and fresh laundry. She also finishes cooking the meal and welcomes Kai to sit across her.

“Thanks! I thought you’ll let me eat on the floor.”

she laughs “Aigo.. I’m not that mean. Let’s eat.”

They dig in and afterwards the clock shows it’s already 9.30. Kai knows the rule, he got to go home. That’s the manners. She offers him a cigarette and he accepts it. With that one lighted bar, Kai goes home with a warm heart and big smile.

ON the other hand, (y/n) is busy replying the texts Sehun sent but she did not reply before.

Chapter 4

#sehun x you #sehun x reader #sehun imagine #tempo #yuta #jaehyun #johnny #kai #taeyong #jaehyun x reader #taeyong x reader #nct fanfic #nct imagines #exo imagines #exo fanfic #nct fanfiction #nct imagine masterlist #nct #exo

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runicmagitek · 4 years

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Celes x Terra for the pairings ask! All/any even numbers :)

100% all even numbers! 😎 thank you so much for the ask! Here we go 💕

2. Who wants to stay in bed just a little longer? Terra. She likes to snuggle and relax. Celes struggles with staying asleep and would rather get out of bed and do something than lay there and stare at the ceiling. But Terra clinging to her and half-drooling on her shoulder is too cute to say no to.

4. When they can’t sleep, what do they do? Usually they just talk. In the beginning, Terra asks Celes a lot about their memories in the Empire that she lost. Sometimes Celes will read her a book. Other times, they just curl up in silence, appreciating that they can simply exist together.

6. Who falls asleep last, watching the other with a small affectionate smile? Always Celes!

8. Who gets extremely competitive playing Mario Kart? Definitely Celes, but Terra is surprisingly good at it without trying.

10. Who sets the other’s ringtone to something loud and obnoxious behind their back? TERRA FOR SURE.

12. Who does the hands-over-the-eyes “Guess Who” thing? Always Terra. Celes will make up ten random people before guessing Terra. It never gets old.

14. Who’s prone to road rage? Celes is just prone to “I’m alive and so is everyone else” rage, though Terra has a deep, smoldering rage that scares even Celes. It rarely comes out, but when it does? Oh boy.

16. Who reminds the other to put on sunscreen before going to the beach (or pool)? Celes. With magic gone, Terra forgets how easily she can burn, especially in the sun. Celes is always there to slather her with sunscreen (and give cute neck kisses while she’s at it)

18. Who gets the window seat? Terra. She likes watching the scenery and Celes is just happy to watch her being content.

20. What do they argue about the most? Dumb shit, like what Netflix show they’re going to watch or what they’re going to have for dinner or whose turn it is to take out the trash.

22. Who texts more often? On the regular - Terra. Sometimes Celes gets in an introspective mood and sends walls o’ text for an hour straight.

24. Who’s the better cook? Neither lol they always eat out or something.

26. Who puts the fork in the microwave? Probably Terra. It never bothered her when the fork burst into flames, at least when she still had her magic!

28. Who lets the microwave play the loud beeping sound at 1 a.m.? Also Terra. Look, she needed that mug brownie.

30. Who likes doing the dishes? Celes. Having a schedule to stick to keeps her mentally sound. She might not be in the military anymore, but she can conquer those dishes and she’s proud of it!

32. Who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant? Both, but probably Celes more so. Terra might remember what it looked and smelled like, but Celes remembers what it’s called and how to order it.

34. Do they go on dates? What are they like? ALL THE DAMN TIME. Just simple stuff, like park walks or visiting local shops. Nothing major. They’re just happy to be alive together and experience the world without the threat of the Empire.

36. Which one is the secret snuggler? Celes. Big time. She was touch-starved for too long and now she can’t get enough.

38. Who reaches for the other one’s hand while driving? They both do at the same time.

40. Who is the most affectionate? Terra is more verbally affectionate while Celes is more physically affectionate.

42. What is their favorite feature of their partner? Terra loves Celes’ arms and shoulders (and how well she fits in that embrace mmm yess) and Celes loves Terra’s smile and how it wrinkles the corners of her eyes and lips.

44. What are their nicknames for each other? I think they’d both call each other hun after awhile, but they do love saying the other’s name.

46. Who initiates kisses? At first, it was Terra. Over time, Celes tends to be the one who makes the first step.

48. Who tells their friends/family about their relationship first? Terra, though it’s accidentally. Sabin is probably somewhere like, “Oh, we already knew.” Setzer is elbowing a grumbling Edgar and telling him to pay up. Celes is facepalming and Terra is clueless.

50. Who gets overwhelmed by small acts of kindness? Oh totally Celes. She’s still not used to people, you know, not hating her for who she is. The smallest gestures make her tear up, even years later.

#celes chere #terra branford #frozenflame #final fantasy vi #meme thing #i love how most of these are suited for a modern world #and i'm loving the idea of celes/terra in a modern au #where terra has impressive road rage #and celes is scrubbing dishes #Anonymous

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Finally Yours | MC/Reader x Zen x Jumin x Yoosung x 707

original date this story was published on AO3 — 3/19/2019

summary — A silly party game turned spicy ends up making your dreams come true.

18+ under the cut!

Love was complicated. The idea of gentle touches, kept promises, and absolute adoration wrapped up in a pretty bow was a dream that you had long held onto. Meeting the RFA, however, made that dream even more complicated. The thought of having to choose between the four men vying for your attention tore your heart to pieces.

Five, when you counted a certain shy someone.

You tried to temper your emotions, you really did. But when Jumin, ever courteous, had subsidized an apartment for you celebrating your “official” employment at the RFA 6 months after the first party and Zen had insisted on throwing a housewarming party, you couldn’t say no.

The night went well, Jumin and Zen putting aside their petty rivalry, with plenty of laughter and fun. As things began to wear down, Jaehee excused herself, claiming she had a date. You missed Saeran, but crowds like this were too much for him. As soon as she had left Seven perked up, claiming the real fun was yet to begin. He suggested Truth or Dare with the additions of shots for every passed turn.

It started as a competition to see who could embarrass the other person most. Jumin, always shameless, had accepted all questions asked to him. Zen had taken a couple of drinks to avoid Seven’s more prying questions, and Yoosung had taken one shot before deciding the alcohol tasted too bad. Thus, the boys had started trying to land on you every turn to see how far they could push you.

At some point, the game had turned a little lewd. Enough for Yoosung's face to have a constant blush on it, fidgeting every time it was his turn. The rest of the boys were enjoying it, trying their best to land on you. With two drinks in you and feeling a buzz, you were happy to oblige a bit too much about yourself. For a moment, you would indulge in their affections.

It was Zen’s turn.

“Truth or dare, babe?” He said, practically smoldering at you.

“Truth, please.” You said, trying to give him your own smolder back. He returned your look with a dazzling smile before leaning forward to ask his question.

“What color are your panties?” Yoosung made a startled noise at Zen’s question, burying his face in his hands.

“They’re black, with a little lace bow on the front.” You said, watching as their eyes slid to your lower body. “Oh, and they’re sheer.”

“Ahh! That’s too much, you’re going to release the beast.” Zen said dramatically, placing his hand over his forehead.

“Don’t ask questions you don’t want to know the answer to.” You replied, sticking your tongue out at him. Pink flushed his pale skin and he looked away.

“My turn!” Seven said, leaning forward and giving the bottle a harsh spin.

Seven landed the bottle on you, giving you one of his smirking grins. “God Seven wins again~”

You rolled your eyes at him, eliciting a chuckle from him.

“Truth or dare, my lady?” He asked, staring at you with a serious expression.

“Truth.” You answered.

"Ho ho! What shall I ask our lovely lady this time?" He made a show of tapping his finger on the side of his head, eliciting a groan from Zen. "Ah-ha! Okay, so, what's your favorite kink?"

You heard a nervous cough come from Yoosung. The rest of them were staring at you intensely, watching to see if your hand was going to reach for the shot glass. You smiled before leaning in, pausing for dramatic effect.

"I like to be… Let's say, I like to give up control." You said. One of them swallowed audibly. "I like it rough."

Seven wolf-whistled in response and Zen made a noise of protest.

"But you're so cute!" Zen said, pouting. His buzz had made him a little more emotional than usual. "You deserve to be treated like a princess!"

Jumin gave a pointed look to Zen before looking back to you. "You treat someone like a princess by giving them what they want."

Seven quickly defused their oncoming argument by sliding the bottle to Jumin and declaring that it was his turn. Jumin took the bottle and gave it a gentle twist, only going one round before pointing at you. He smirked.

“How lucky. Truth or dare?”

“You should know by now. Truth.” You said, watching as Jumin took a sip of the wine in his hand.

“Tell us more.” He said. “About your interests.”

It wasn’t really a question, but you might as well indulge them. You were starting to feel a little warm, their genuine interest in your answers making you feel desired.

“Hmm. I like to be a little risky. I’m not above public sex.” Seven looked like he was about to explode, and by the look on Zen’s face, he was pleasantly surprised. Yoosung still had his face buried in his hands. Jumin simply quirked one side of his mouth at your answer. Well, you could give them a little more.

“Oh, this one is a little embarrassing, but I like to be tied up. I even like to wear cute little collars. Kinda goes with the being dominated part.”

“You’re gonna kill me!” Seven said, pretending to pass out. Jumin gave you one of his low smiles, taking another sip of his wine. The way he was looking at you made heat pool in your lower body. Before you could think about it too much Seven shot back up and nudged the bottle towards Yoosung.

“Don’t back out now.” He said, giving Yoosung one of his wicked grins. Yoosung was looking at the bottle like it might bite him.

"Come on, Yoosung. It's okay." You said, giving him a reassuring smile. He nodded before spinning the bottle.

You. Again.

Seven let out a noise that resembled excitement and you wiggled your eyebrows in response. He was being awfully cheeky.

"Truth or dare?" Yoosung quietly asked.

"Truth, of course." You replied, winking at him. His face flushed bright pink.

"O-kay... Um." Yoosung stammered, hesitating. "Uh. Um. Wh-which one of us... wouldyouhavesexwith?"

He scrambled out the last part of his question as fast as possible, eyes downcast and face crimson now. The boys watched to see if you were going to take a shot to refuse to answer and seemed to perk up when they realized you weren't going to.

All of them together was something you had thought about. More than once, if you were being honest. But you just weren’t sure if they liked you in the same way… Sure, they gave you lots of compliments and fawned over you. You couldn’t choose between them all. It didn’t help that you were worried the whole thing might be a joke anyways.

Compared to them, your body was soft; curvy in places you thought they wouldn’t like.

But now, surrounded by their intent stares, you thought it might be in your best interest to just go for it.

"Well." You started, watching as they all leaned in, eyes on you. You looked at them all before crawling towards Jumin, his gaze locking with yours. Even he had a pink tint to his cheeks. You took a deep breath before answering, the light buzz you had going giving you courage. You would need it for what you were about to reveal.

"Jumin is just so... Handsome. Dominant. Being under his control, well…" You said, letting your sentence trail off. You looked at Jumin for a reaction. It was now or never. His hand tightened around the wine glass he was holding. You pushed further. "I'd love for Jumin to ride me until the bed breaks."

You heard Seven practically scream from beside you, with Zen and Yoosung both coughing. You winked at Jumin, who looked like he was trying his hardest to hold his composure together, before continuing your plan. Liquid courage was certainly your friend tonight.

"But." You said, turning your attention towards Zen and crawling towards him. His red eyes locked with yours, now lit up with the possibilities of what you might say. It was taking everything in you not to run back into your bedroom and hide, but you had to continue.

"Zen… beautiful Zen. I'd give anything to be underneath him. I’d love to taste him." Zen licked his lips. "But I'd really love to be in the middle of a Zen and Jumin sandwich."

Lust clouded Zen's eyes at your words. He looked like he wanted to jump you right there, but you had more to do. You thanked the alcohol a third time for making you feel bold.

You made your way to Seven, resting your elbows on his knees. For all the talk from before, he could barely look at you.

"And Saeyoung, of course. I'd love to be desecrated by Saeyoung." You said, blowing him a kiss. You felt him practically keen under your words. "I wanna be filthy with you, Saeyoung."

Of course, you still had Yoosung to sweet talk. (Or dirty, rather.) You crawled over to him, sitting on your knees so you could reach him. You leaned up and tucked a piece of stray hair behind his head, not missing the fact he quietly moaned under your touch.

"And Yoosung, sweet Yoosung. I'd love to see you underneath me. So pretty and willing." He nudged his cheek into your hand, eyes closed. The method was different, but it was working. "But I know he has it in him to have me begging."

Someone was missing, but that couldn’t be helped. You kept it to yourself – you didn’t want to say anything about Saeran without him here.

You moved back to your spot, grinning like everything was perfectly normal. Your heart was jackhammering in your chest, alive with possibilities.

They were all staring at you. Zen’s hand was practically ripping rug he was sitting on by how hard he was holding it and Jumin was giving you that same look from earlier. Yoosung and Seven were completely red.

"Uh." Seven said, at a loss for words for once. He stammered for a second before finding himself. "That was... that was just a joke, right? Like, ha ha, she's just wild!"

You looked directly at him, a smirk crossing your face. You couldn’t back down now. "I picked truth, did I not?"

Another beat passed before Jumin spoke up.

"You certainly didn't mince your words." He took a sip of wine before finishing. "I would gladly indulge those desires of yours."

Zen quickly spoke up next, not wanting to be outdone.

"I would be lucky to have you, dear." He shot you one of his smolders, making you giggle. "And I might even like the second part."

With the only response from Jumin a raised eyebrow, it didn't seem like your request was out of the question. Yoosung jumped in next, surprising everyone.

"I... I think about you all the time! Like that!" He said, blushing furiously. "And I would... like to do those things. With you."

You were surprised at his boldness, giving him a shy smile. Finally, Seven spoke up, gleeful look on his face.

"I wanna fuck you until you can't walk~"

Even you had to blush at that one. You wondered, in a moment of self-consciousness, if they were just teasing you.

“R-really?” You stammered out, suddenly shy. Their happy faces turned to confusion. “You guys… you don’t really want to, right? Sorry if I took it too far. You don’t have to be nice.”

Jumin spoke up first. “Ridiculous. I’ve wanted you since I met you, and that want intensified when I finally saw you in person. You’re beautiful.”

You felt a blush rise to your face. Out of all of them, you figured Jumin and Zen wouldn’t even pay you a second look, both of them easily able to bed far more attractive people at the drop of a hat. Still, from what you knew, they were men led by their hearts, not easily giving up their love to just anyone. You were the RFA’s Princess after all.

Zen followed, reaching forward to take one of your hands in his. “I would never play with your heart like that. You’re so gorgeous. I’d love to be with you.”

He gave a reassuring squeeze to your hand. Seven moved forward and wrapped his arms around you, giving you a tight squeeze before pulling back.

“Do you even know what you to do me? You drive me crazy!” He said, making you giggle. “There she is~”

“Y-yeah. You’re adorable! I love everything about you.” Yoosung chimed in, his face still red.

You decided to be bold again, a surge of self-confidence hitting you.

"You know, I did get a nice new bed. The sheets are so soft… But I haven't tried it out yet." You said. All of them were looking at you expectantly.

"We could try it out." You said, returning their expectant gaze.

Seven and Yoosung simultaneously cried out that they were in. Zen nodded and gave you a warm smile.

Jumin stood up, and you were afraid you had offended him. Instead, he set down his wine glass and offered you his hand. You stood up and he pulled you close, your head resting on his chest. You could hear his heart pounding.

"Don't worry, my dear. I'll show these boys how it's done."

You could practically feel the anger seething off Zen as he stood up, his hand pulling you away from Jumin.

"And I'll make sure these wolves treat you right." He gave Jumin a pointed look.

"Wait!" You said, everyone pausing to look at you. "Is everyone feeling okay? We did drink a little."

You were glad the things were working out, but you didn't want to take advantage of anyone.

"I'm fine!" Yoosung replied, sounding a little too eager. The rest of the boys echoed his sentiment.

“And another thing.” You said. They looked like they were ready to jump out of their skin, minus Seven.

“Saeran.” He said, smiling at the surprised look on your face. “I know, don’t worry.”

“O-oh. Well. I just wanted to let you all know I feel these things for him too.” You paused, seeing if anyone wanted one last chance to stop. You were just met by pleased faces.

Well, you’d gotten yourself into this mess. You might as well enjoy it.

"Follow me." You said, giving a little wiggle of your hips before leading them to your bedroom. Jumin had spared no expense in picking an apartment for you, so your bedroom was quite spacious with a large bed in the middle. You felt a little awkward once you sat down on it, looking to see that all of them were staring at you.

“You can come up here, you know.” You said, letting out a nervous giggle. All of them clambered onto the bed at once, eager.

“You’ll let us know if we need to stop.” Jumin said resolutely, more a warning to the other boys than you. You nodded.

Jumin gently brought your face towards his, a glint in his eye before he pressed his lips to yours. His lips were soft and pillowy, making you feel like you were floating on clouds already. He deepened the kiss, his tongue running across your bottom lip. The slight moan you let out spurned on someone else to join, soft lips now kissing and nipping along your neck.

You glanced down to see it was Zen kissing your neck, leaving little love bites as he went. You sighed as Jumin pulled away, his lips pink from the kiss. He dipped down to your neck now and Zen took no time pressing his lips to yours, his kiss deeper and more pressing than Jumin’s. Jumin’s lips were on your collarbones now, his tongue and mouth trailing across the exposed skin. You felt hands tugging at the bottom of your shirt. Both Jumin and Zen pulled away, your skin already flushed from the attention.

“Can we take this off? Pleaseee?” Seven pleaded, tugging at the hem of your shirt again. You nodded and Seven immediately went to work removing it from your body. You felt a pang of insecurity again when they were all staring at you.

“Is… is something wrong?” You said, wrapping your arms around yourself.

“No!” Yoosung blurted out. “Y-you’re perfect! Look how beautiful you are. You’re so soft and squishy!”

He blushed and stammered for a moment before continuing. “W-wait, that came out wrong! I-it’s not bad or anything. Just… I just want to feel everything.”

You let your arms down, leaning forward to kiss Yoosung on the cheek, his face hot to the touch.

“I want to take you to the space station and stay there forever! That’s how beautiful you are.” Seven exclaimed, planting a kiss on your forehead.

“They’re right, you know.” Jumin murmured, placing a kiss on your bare shoulder. Zen kissed your other shoulder, echoing the same words as the others. Jumin leaned in close to you, his lips brushing against your ear. “We want to see all of you, dear.”

Jumin’s delicate fingers worked to take your bra off, exposing them. You heard a soft gasp from Yoosung and a strangled noise from Seven. It was Yoosung’s first time seeing a naked woman in person – you wondered if it was Seven’s as well.

“They look so tasty.” Seven remarked, gently running his finger over your nipple. You shivered under his touch.

Zen let out a hiss, groping one of your breasts. “They’re amazing, babe.”

Jumin gave them a look of appreciation before gently pushing you down, his hand resting on the hem of your pants.

“Saeyoung.” He commanded. Seven scrambled back down the bed, pulling your pants off as quickly as he had your shirt, seeming entranced by the panties you had on.

“Oh, you’re very excited!” He said, noticing the wet spot on them. You squirmed a little at his observation.

You noticed that all of them were still fully dressed. “I’m feeling a little under-dressed here.”

“Can’t wait any longer to see me? I understand.” Zen teased, giving you a wink before he went to work undressing. Jumin was more methodical in taking off his clothes, neatly piling them up on your nightstand. Seven flung everything off as fast as possible, with Yoosung shyly removing his.

You couldn’t help but gaze at the beauty before you. You really were lucky. Zen, with his toned and lithe body. Jumin, with his dark eyes and muscled form. Yoosung, who shone like the sun. And Seven, who was hiding a muscled but slightly thick body under his baggy clothes. All of them look incredible to you.

Your breath hitched in your throat when you saw Seven had taken everything off. His cock was a little longer than average, but what really caught your eye was how absolutely thick it was, and how good it would feel stretching you out. And for a brief moment, your mind wondered to Saeran. You licked your lips.

“Don’t look so long! You’ll make me blush!” Seven said, face already flushed. Zen huffed, moving his mouth to your nipple and making you moan with a calculated lick. Jumin’s mouth took your other nipple and they worked in tandem on you, their hands caressing the rest of you. Seven took no time settling himself between your legs, starting to pepper kisses and nips on your inner thighs.

Yoosung was still nervously sitting on the edge of the bed, looking unsure about where he could even join in. You beckoned him forward, his face lighting up a little. He carefully maneuvered himself around Zen, letting you gently pull his face towards yours.

“Is this your first time?” You whispered. Yoosung nodded. “Don’t feel bad if you need to stop. You don’t have to do everything.”

“Can I… kiss you?” Yoosung breathed, looking at your lips hungrily. You titled his chin towards yours and your mouths met, his tentative. You let a moan out when you felt Seven’s fingers on your panties, gently teasing until he pulled them down and off you. Zen and Jumin were kissing and licking up and down your body, making sure every part received love. You were sure you would have dark marks everywhere by tomorrow.

Yoosung startled at your moan, his mouth slipping across yours messily. You gently pulled him back in the right direction, his movements a bit more confident. He was practically writhing next to you just from kissing, his cock straining against his briefs with a wet spot on the front.

Seven made you shudder when he ran a finger through your wet folds, slow and deliberate.

“I’m going to eat you up, princess.” Seven declared, before promptly burying his tongue inside of you. A loud moan ripped through you at the sudden contact, your free hand going to grip the sheet. His technique was sloppy, but his enthusiasm more than made up for it.

Zen and Jumin pulled their mouths from you, moving to take their briefs off. You saw Zen eyeing Jumin, pouty expression when he realized Jumin was bigger than him. You didn’t see why he should be jealous – Zen was still impressive, and not much smaller than Jumin. Hell, even his cock was beautiful. Jumin was long and thick, his cock having a slight upward curve to it.

Yoosung pressed his mouth to you again as you reached out to Jumin and Zen, hands wrapping around their cocks. Jumin let out a low moan and Zen let out a hiss, pumping into your hand. Your hips thrust up when Seven’s tongue hit you in just the right spot, causing him to pop up from below and grin at you.

“Bingo~” He exclaimed, before diving back in. Yoosung’s mouth left yours again, and you noticed he was shyly tugging off his briefs. While he was occupied, you looked between Jumin and Zen, both their eyes still roaming your body. You squeezed down a little harder on Zen and increased the pace, eliciting a loud moan from him. For Jumin, you gripped tighter but focused on giving longer and more sensual pumps.

“That’s good, kitten.” He purred, eyes closing. You felt Yoosung shift next to you again, looking over to find his cock in your face. Just like Yoosung, it was cute. It was about the same length of Seven’s, just not as thick. There was a light smattering of freckles on it which practically made you want to keel over from just how cute it was – although you wouldn’t tell Yoosung you thought it was cute, that might kill him.

“Oh, Yoosung.” You breathed out, making a show of eyeing him up. “Wow.”

“R-really? You think it’s nice?” He muttered, unable to meet you in the eyes. You let out a hum of appreciation in response. He finally looked down at you, placing a shaking hand on your cheek.

“Could you maybe… use your mouth on it?” He finally said. You heard a chuckle from Zen, a sharp grunt from Jumin following. Seven was working you languidly now, keeping his tongue away from the spot he had teased you with. That devil.

“Gladly. You just tell me if you need to slow down, okay?” You replied, smiling at him. He nervously put his cock to your lips, and you kissed it before licking the underside of the shaft.

Yoosung grabbed onto the headboard, his hand shaking. “Oh my god oh my god oh my god…”

He was murmuring and moaning loudly above you as you began to work him, spending time exploring his cock and trying to concentrate on Zen and Jumin as well. Yoosung thrust into you when you wrapped your lips around the head again, making you cough and pull away.

“Oh god, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that! I’m really sorry!” He cried, covering his face with his hands.

“Yoosung, it’s okay. Just be careful.” You said gently. You slowly eased him back into your mouth, cock hot and heavy. You could tell he was close by the way his hand was back to gripping the headboard, knuckles white.

Seven must have noticed too, as he suddenly increased his ministrations on you, slowly sliding one of his fingers in. You cried out over Yoosung’s cock when Seven put pressure on your clit with his tongue, making Yoosung buck into you again. You were ready this time, easily taking him as he started pumping into your mouth.

Your hands dropped from Zen and Jumin to grab Seven’s fluffy hair, a muffled moan leaving him. He worked another finger inside of you and started working you faster, tongue diligently flicking over your clit. Zen and Jumin were slowly working their cocks now, watching as Yoosung and Seven used you.

“God, Seven, please!” You cried out, jerking your hips up. You swore you heard the vibrations of a laugh from his mouth. Above, Yoosung was biting his lip, his free hand going to squeeze your breast.

A moment later your climax hit, your hands threading through Seven’s hair even tighter as he continued lapping at you, content to taste all of you. The vibration of your moans made Yoosung cry out and release in your mouth, hot cum sliding down your throat. You swallowed all of it, mouth cherry red when Yoosung pulled out looking positively worn.

“God Seven! You said God Seven!” Seven said, smirk on his face as he lifted his mouth from you. You felt yourself blush when you realized you had accidentally used his old nickname. Zen shot a glare at Yoosung, realizing what he had done.

“Yoosung! You can’t just come in a woman’s mouth without warning her. It’s rude.” He huffed.

“Oh no, I’m sorry, I didn’t know, I couldn’t really stop.” He said sheepishly.

“It’s okay, I didn’t mind. But let me know next time!” You smiled at him, and he flopped on the bed next to you, spent for the moment.

“Are you doing okay?” Jumin interjected, resting his hand on your face.

“More than okay.” You enthusiastically replied. “I want more.”

“Then flip over for me, baby!” Seven said, giving your leg a little tap.

Zen shot him a look, before turning back to you. “Are you ready for that?”

“Yeah. I’m safe, and I trust you all. As long as you’re all okay.” You said, giving Zen a reassuring look.

You flipped over and got on your hands and knees, arching your back. You suddenly felt self-conscious again. It didn’t help that the first thing out of Seven’s mouth was “Holy shit.”

You titled your head to look at him, only to find him staring in awe at your ass. He noticed you looking and gave you a smile before touching the rest of you. His hands ran down your body, hands stopping to gently squeeze your soft spots, hands stopping to rest on your wide hips.

“Men kill for this.” Seven said solemnly, making you laugh.

“Yoosung, get over here. You all must bask in this glorious sight!”

You felt the bed shift as they all settled behind you. If anything, their rapt attention made you feel better.

Yoosung just let out a strangled gasp, apparently as enraptured as Seven. Zen moved his hands on you the same way Seven had, stopping to grab your ass.

“Fuck. You’re perfect.” Zen said, giving you an appreciative squeeze. Zen let out a grunt of protest as Jumin pushed him aside, taking in the sight of you. You heard a low hiss from Jumin’s voice before you felt his chest pressed against your back, his head hanging near yours. You whimpered when you felt him rub against your entrance, desperate for more friction.

“I want you all for myself. I’ll show you who you could belong to.” He whispered, placing a gentle bite on your shoulder. You shivered when he pulled away, his words leaving you wanting. Strong hands wrapped around your waist again, squeezing it.

“Saeyoung is ready for action!” He sang out, making you laugh again. You imagined Jumin and Zen rolling their eyes behind you. You pushed against him, making him groan as his cock slid between your slick sex. Jumin came to sit in front of you on his knees, cock lined up perfectly with your mouth. Zen was watching to the side, slowly pumping himself.

“I’m gonna go now, okay?” Seven said from behind you, voice sounding strained. You let out a gasp when his head entered you, finally relieving your want to have one of them inside you. He pushed himself in slowly, stopping every few seconds to check if you were okay. His cock stretched you out to your limits, your body pushing back against him as he pushed to his hilt. He stilled for a moment as you moaned underneath him, contracting around his cock.

“I’m not gonna last long if you do that.” He mumbled, letting out a quiet sigh. Jumin took the opportunity to tip your chin up towards him, dark eyes filled with lust.

“Do you want to make me feel good, kitten?” He asked, voice low. He groaned when you took the head of his cock in your mouth, tongue lapping up the precum pooled in his slit. You concentrated on working his cock into your mouth, its huge size intimidating. “Good girl. Keep going.”

One of Jumin’s hands threaded through your hair. He gave you a look as if to ask if it was okay, your cheeks hollowing as you worked his cock an answer. Behind, Seven was finally starting to thrust inside of you, his cock making you feel gloriously full. His thrusts were unpracticed, just like his mouth, but his enthusiasm was making up for it. He was practically mewling as he pumped into you, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise.

You moaned as you worked Jumin’s cock, his hand tugging you forward whenever he wanted more pressure. You had managed to get down to his hilt, his hips thrusting desperately against you.

He let out a sinful groan when Seven started thrusting into you faster, your moan vibrating around Jumin’s cock.

“God.” He hissed out. You glanced up at him. He was biting his lip and his face was flushed. Seeing Jumin Han come undone like this just for you made you shiver, tightening around Seven’s cock again.

“Oh fuck,” Seven moaned out, slamming into you even harder. “You feel so good around my cock… Ah, I don’t know how much longer I can last.”

He was barely able to get the sentence out, breath heavy between his words. Jumin wasn’t doing much better, his thrusts becoming less rhythmic and sloppier as he tried to control your movements. A glance to the side told you Zen and Yoosung were both enjoying the show, Yoosung back to full attention and Zen still languidly stroking himself, his face red.

Seven’s thrusts became more erratic as he slammed into you, his hands squeezing your hips even tighter. Jumin was bucking into your mouth now, his hand suddenly gripping your hair even tighter.

“Take it, kitten.” He commanded, thrusting into you one more time before he released himself in your mouth. He kept you pressed to the hilt while you swallowed it all, satisfied when he pulled out. You licked your lips and saw that same dark look in his eye again. With your mouth free, you started crying out for Seven between moans.

“Oh god, shit. S-say it. My name.” He grunted, voice strained.

“Saeyoung!” You cried out, feeling Seven thrusts into you one more time before he released himself, cock twitching inside of you. He held onto your hips and leaned forward, placing kisses on your shoulder blades. You tilted your head back towards his, accepting a needy kiss. He finally pulled out, flopping dramatically behind you.

“She was a sex demon all along.” Seven moaned. “Yoosung, I leave everything to you.”

“W-what?” Yoosung exclaimed. Zen gave Seven a slap on his thigh, making him cry out. You turned back over, body flushed pink. Zen was eyeing you up now.

“It’s my turn to show her how a passionate lover does things. Wolves.” He spat out the last part before embracing you. “Are you ready, princess?”

“Hey!” Seven exclaimed. “Aren’t you the one with the beast inside?”

“W-well, that doesn’t apply here.” Zen said, pouting. You could hear Seven and Yoosung snickering at the foot of the bed.

“Yes, Zen, do be careful with that.” Jumin said, giving him a pointed look. Zen just shot a dirty look at Jumin before turning back to you, face soft again.

“There are so many things I’d like to do with you.” He murmured, pressing his lips to your ear. “I’ll tell you another time. I’ll treat you well.”

You pressed a kiss to his cheek in response, feeling his lips curve into a smile against your ear.

“But my princess, didn’t you say you wanted to taste me?”

“Yes, Zenny.” You replied, teasing. He pulled back and gave you a sultry look before laying down on the bed, baring all of himself to you. Zen practically looked like a Greek statue come to life – perfect, alabaster skin sculpted so perfectly that it almost didn’t look real. You took a moment to glance over him, lightly running your hand up his side, making him shiver.

“Zen’s lookin’ like a SNACK.” Seven yelled, making Zen jump. “No! A full-course meal!”

“Can you keep the outbursts down?” Zen muttered to him, flushing a little under the praise. “And yes, I know.”

Jumin let out a scoff, but you turned your attention back to the man in front of you. Well, Seven wasn’t wrong. You kissed Zen again before moving to his neck, gently kissing and licking, taking care not to leave any marks. He hummed in satisfaction from above you, lazily running his hand along your back as you explored him. You kissed his collarbones before moving further down, trailing kisses along his stomach.

He had the faintest hint of hair on his stomach, giggling when you pressed a kiss there. He was practically keening under you by the time you reached his cock, his hips thrusting up. You hovered over his head, letting a small breath out.

“Please, princess.” He rasped, hands digging into the sheets. You gladly obliged him, taking as much of him into your mouth as you could. He shuddered into the bed, screaming moan erupting from him. You swirled your tongue around as you worked more of him into your mouth, paying attention to the moans he was letting out. You looked up and met his eyes, adoration shining in your own. A moment later Zen gently pulled your head up, eyes lidded.

“Not here.” He said, sitting up. He motioned for you to lay down, gently pushing one of your pillows under your hips. He climbed back over, sighing as he looked at you.

“You’re so beautiful.” He murmured, leaning down to kiss you. He gave a kiss to your nose as well, making you giggle. “Next time, I’ll ravish you all you want. But I don’t think I can hold back anymore.”

“I’ll hold you to that.” Zen smiled at your response before shifting on the bed.

“Are you ready?” He asked, placing his cock against your entrance. You felt it twitch against you. The rest of the boys were still watching, enjoying themselves. “Look at me, dear.”

With your nod, Zen slowly pushed himself in, savoring every inch of you. His eyes were locked on you, carefully watching for any signs of discomfort. Zen was longer than Seven, so the sensation felt new again. You grabbed on to Zen’s back as he pushed himself all the way in, feeling deliciously full. He leaned down to give you another kiss, and you wrapped your legs around him.

He rolled his hips into you and you groaned. Zen was already different than Seven – he was practiced. His thrusts had movement to them, purposeful and deep. Your hands dug into his shoulders as he moved into you, his chest pressed flush against yours.

“You’re doing so good,” Zen whispered, his eyes on yours. “My beautiful princess.”

You whimpered under his praise, nails scraping down his back. Zen let out the loudest moan you’d heard from him yet when you ran your hands through his hair, tugging it gently.

“More.” He groaned, practically screaming when you obliged him with a tighter tug. He reached a free hand down to press his thumb into your clit and you rocked back against him, the sensation making your head go fuzzy.

“Taking notes!” Seven blurted out. Yoosung stifled him this time, more interested in watching how Zen was treating you.

Zen kept his thrusts even as he worked your clit, hissing when you contracted around him.

“Zenny, please.” You whined. He pressed into you again and you burst, your climax making your whole body shake as Zen kept moving in you, his face beaming as he watched you writhe under him. You slammed a hand into the bed, the sensation overwhelming. You heard Yoosung shout, with the quiet voice of Jumin reassuring him that was a good thing.

“I want to try something.” Zen said, temporarily pulling out of you. He gently maneuvered a pillow under your waist before moving your legs to one side of his shoulders, his muscled form easily taking the weight.

Zen pressed back into you and stars clouded your vision for a moment as he pushed deeper, this position giving him far more access than the previous. You felt absolutely filthy with everyone watching, Zen’s cock inside your pliant body. It just made you crave more. Zen shuddered too, slowing his thrusts to appreciate the extra sensation. One of his arms wrapped around your legs, while the other gripped your hip for leverage.

He started pumping into you again, barely giving you time to adjust before he was slamming into you. You clawed at the sheets, your body trying to arch up with how good it felt. Zen was just watching above you, eyes clouded with lust as he fucked you.

“Zen, holy shit, Zen!” You cried out, clawing and slamming your arms into the bed. You felt so vulnerable in this position, Zen’s body doing all the work as you held on. You felt tears prick in your eyes – not from pain, but from overwhelming pleasure.

“God,” you hissed, one tear falling from your face. Zen gave you a concerned look before you quickly shook your head. He smirked and started fucking you faster. By the way his hand was gripping your legs, he was close.

“Fuck!” You screamed as he pushed in faster, your head slamming back against the headboard. You heard Seven start before Jumin reassured him too. Your whole body was shaking, and the way Zen was biting into his lip told you he was enjoying wrecking you like this.

“Zenny,” you mewled, looking into his eyes. “Fill me up, please!”

Zen hissed and climaxed a moment later, his cum spilling inside you. It felt different from Seven – the position made it feel more intimate. He kept his eyes on you as you milked him, something like lust and adoration shining in his. He pulled out and gently put your legs down. You were still shaking, overwhelmed by just how good it felt to have someone so deep inside you. Zen carefully moved to your side, holding one of your hands.

“Are you doing okay?” He said, voice soft.

“Mhmm.” You replied, squeezing his hand. He pressed a kiss on your forehead, tucking some of your sweaty hair behind your ear.

“Zen released the beast! He lied!” Seven said, taking his chance to interject. Jumin even let out a low chuckle at that.

“I’m not complaining.” You said, taking the chance to stroke Zen’s ego. You could have sworn he puffed up a little in response, giving you a pleased look.

“Thank you, lovely. You were so good to me.” Zen bent down to give you another kiss before moving back to his previous spot on the bed.

You took a moment to regain yourself, body still shaking with pleasure. Jumin came to sit beside you and stroked a gentle hand down your back.

“Would you like more, kitten?” He whispered, pressing his lips to your back. Before you could respond, Yoosung cried out.

“Wait! I wanna… I want to… fuck her too.” He said, voice wavering. “If she wants to.”

Seven whistled and cheered for Yoosung, making the poor boy turn even redder.

“Let’s give him a turn.” Jumin said, kissing your back again. In Jumin’s language, that meant Yoosung wasn’t a threat to him. Jumin moved to sit next to you if only to watch the next show.

“Of course, Yoosung!” You smiled at him. “I just want you to be comfortable.”

“O-oh. Could you… do that thing you talked about?” He sounded nervous.

“Would you like me to ride you, honey?” If possible, you thought Yoosung would melt into the bed. He nodded his head quickly, moving to sit next to you. He looked so cute.

“Why don’t you lay down for me, okay?” You watched as he obediently spread out next to you, his cock painfully hard. You noticed Seven eyeing him, but instead of calling him out, you just winked out him. He winked back. Those two might be fun to play with together another time. Zen was splayed out on the other side of the bed. It seemed everyone would be privy to Yoosung’s first time – you hoped it wouldn’t embarrass him too much.

You ran a hand down Yoosung’s body, admiring the slight curve to his hip and the light freckles smattered on his pale skin. He whined under your hand and pushed his hips up, eager. You leaned in to place gentle kisses along his neck, sucking gingerly when you found his pulse point. Yoosung cried out, hips thrusting into the air again as you marked him. Seven breathed out a quiet ‘Wow’ from behind you.

You ran your hand down his body again, hand ghosting over his cock, bead of precum leaking out. Yoosung thrust into you as your hand brushed against him, whimpering again. You ran a few teasing fingers along his length, and he cried out, desperate for more. You shouldn’t tease him too much this time. You guided yourself on top of his thighs and straddled him, hovering over his cock.

“Are you ready, Yoosung?” You asked, looking for confirmation. He nodded, mouth half-open. “Just keep your eyes on me, okay? This is all for you.”

When you slide down on him, Yoosung practically screams, his hands grasping for purchase on the comforter. Yoosung feels good – he’s not as big as the others, which makes it a treat to take him. You give him a moment to adjust, watching as his chest rapidly rises and falls.

“Yoosung,” you said sweetly. “Are you okay?”

“It feels… so good!” He slurred out. “You feel so good on me.”

You take that as your queue to start rolling your hips, experimenting to see what Yoosung likes the best. You start with a slow, deliberate pace, savoring the feeling of him inside of you. Yoosung is practically drooling, his mouth hanging open still. You increase the pace a little and Yoosung startles, slamming his hips up. You place a hand on his chest, delicately scratching your nails down it.

“O-oh,” he moaned, giving you a hazy look. “I like that.”

You take a quick glance at the guys, whose faces don’t hide the fact that they’re surprised Yoosung is lasting so long. They probably thought he would bust the second he got inside you. You had a little more faith, though. He had talked about his great self-control quite a lot.

You know something he’ll like even more. You guide his hands to your hips so he’s holding you. His grip is surprisingly tight as you roll your hips on him, Yoosung getting the hang of it and starting to match your rhythm. Yoosung is noisy, constantly groaning and moaning as you ride him. It’s hot, really.

“Do you want more, Yoosung?” You crooned. He nodded enthusiastically. You plucked his arms off your hips and gently pressed them into the mattress, leaning forward and restraining his wrists.

“This is so good.” He panted, and you pressed on his wrists just a little harder. He let out a loud cry and bit his lip, his heartbeat skittering in his chest against yours. You started riding him faster, working your hips until you practically had Yoosung crying under you.

You rested your head on his shoulder, your lips pressed against his ears. “You’re doing so good for me, Yoosung.”

He whimpered in response, and you felt him start to shake under you, his climax close. You moved your mouth to his shoulder and bit him, and Yoosung practically came undone beneath you.

“Oh god!” Yoosung screamed, his climax hitting him. His hands were gripping the sheets so hard that his knuckles were white, his hips thrusting erratically into you. You let go of his wrists and kissed him, his lips eager for yours. Yoosung wrapped his arms around you as he finished, holding onto you like you were the only ones in the room. He let out a low whimper and looked up at you.

“That was… thank you.” You gave him a kiss on the forehead in response, carefully sliding him out of you and sitting down on the bed, thighs sticky.

“Are you okay?” You asked, as Yoosung lay there and panted. You cradled his cheek in your hand, and he gave you a look filled with adoration.

“Y-yeah, just… wow.” He closed his eyes for a moment. “Are you?”

Before you could answer Seven flopped down next to Yoosung, wrapping an arm around Yoosung’s sweaty body.

“Ah, the ole’ post-orgasm glow.” Seven remarked.

“Don’t be mean.” Yoosung whined, hiding his face again.

“Kids.” Zen huffed, rolling his eyes.

You felt strong arms wrap around you from behind, their cool skin a welcome reprieve for your hot body. You turned your head and saw Jumin, a hint of a smile on his lips.

“It’s finally my turn, darling.” He placed his lips on your neck, gently sucking before pulling away.

“Are you ready? Do you need anything first?”

You leaned back into him, whispering so only he could hear. “I’ve been waiting for this the whole time.”

You felt Jumin’s cock stir on your back, feeling excitement bubble in your chest. There was just something about Jumin that drove you crazy. You gently shooed Yoosung and Seven to the side of the bed, Yoosung easily giving in to Seven’s clingy cuddles.

“I’m watching you, Jumin.” Zen gave him what must have been the fifth death stare of the night. “Don’t hurt her.”

“I’ll only do what she wants me to.” Jumin replied. Zen grunted and sat on the end of the bed, eyes not leaving Jumin. The Jumin and Zen sandwich was something you had to accomplish at some point.

Jumin turned his attention back to you, his arms giving you a light squeeze.

“Would you like to do what you mentioned?” He traced lazy circles along your thigh as he waited for your answer.

You nodded gingerly, Jumin’s eyes lighting up at your approval.

“We’ll take a precaution, of course. What would you like as our safe word, dear?”

“L-let’s just use red for stop. Green for go.” Jumin let out of a hum of confirmation.

“I’ll stop the second you say red. Green, I’ll keep going. Yes?” You nodded again, and Jumin placed a kiss on your cheek. “Very good.” He gave you a predatory look before attacking your neck, his mouth hot on your skin as he sucked. Jumin started running one of his hands along your chest, gently dragging his nails over the sensitive skin. You let out a moan when one of his fingers brushed over your nipple, stopping to gently roll it in his fingers.

Your body was already writhing under Jumin’s ministrations, and the pulse of his cock on your back letting you know he’s enjoying it as well. His hand slides further down your stomach until his fingers find your entrance, slick with want and release from the others.

“Such a naughty kitten.” He purred into your ear, before biting into your shoulder. A moan rips from you, a pleasant pain blooming from your shoulder. Jumin started to drag his fingers through your folds, swirling his fingers easily in the mess you’ve made. He takes a swipe and brings it to your lips, fingers glistening.

“Open.” He commanded. You open wide, working to suck and lick the taste of yourself and the others off his fingers, a low moan rumbling from Jumin. You take a glance at the others – Zen looks slightly horrified, with Seven and Yoosung breaking apart to sit up straight and watch.

Jumin slides his fingers out of your mouth slowly, cradling your jaw.

“You’ve been a slut, haven’t you?” Zen makes a low rumble from his throat but doesn’t move.

“I asked you a question.” Jumin barked, twisting your face towards his. His eyes look drunk with lust now, cock twitching again when he sees your face.

“Y-yes, sir.” You tentatively reply. The release of his fingers on your jaw lets you know you answered correctly, his hand immediately snaking back down to your sex, thumb hovering over your clit. His thumb pressed against it for a brief second, making your body jerk back into him. He presses again, harder this time, the tight coil in your stomach forming.

The next touch is followed with another harsh bite on your neck, cry ripping from your throat. It feels like your body is aching already – you want everything at once, you want Jumin inside you now. Playing this role, being completely under Jumin’s control, made your skin burn hot, body willing to comply to his every command.

Jumin adds more pressure onto your clit, this time rubbing out a circular pattern that’s making your body spasm against his. You feel close, so close, and you start to feel your climax come when Jumin releases his finger, whine leaving your throat. You pushed your hips up, searching for pressure. Jumin clamps a hand onto your hip, grounding you to the bed.

“You don’t come until I say so, kitten.” Another whimper leaves your throat in response.

“No whining.” Jumin hissed, giving your hip a sharp squeeze, fingers digging in tight enough to leave bruises. You suspect he’d be harsher had it not been your first time together.

You decide to experiment – quickly surmising that Jumin is not in the mood for someone bratty right now.

“I’m sorry, sir.” You reply, voice demure. “Please, use me however you want.”

You don’t miss the hitch of Jumin’s breath, and the low rumble that follows it. Another glance alerts you to the fact that Seven had started stroking himself again. Zen was still staring hawkishly at the two of you, while Yoosung was watching with rapt attention.

“On your knees.” You feel goosebumps prick on your skin as Jumin watched you, his eyes admiring the mess he made of your neck. You feel exposed, your dripping wet and messy entrance on display for them to look at. Jumin’s cock is already at attention, his hand tugging your chin up to look at him. He doesn’t miss the shiver of your body, giving you a devilish look.

“You like showing off, don’t you?” He presses his cock to your lips, smearing precum across them. “You’re such an obedient little slut.”

Zen shifts on the bed from behind you, and you peer up to see Jumin shooting him a dark look. The bed shifts again, Zen defeated by the realization you haven’t told Jumin to stop. Jumin licks his lips when he looks down at you, pleased by your subservience.

You’re practically burning now, desperate for touch, for anything. Jumin notices your shifting too, quirking one side of his mouth up.

“Would you like someone to help you out?” You consider for a moment, eyes not breaking away from Jumin’s.

“O-only if it will please you, sir.” You’re still tentative, savoring giving up control. Jumin’s grip on your face turns soft, his dominant persona dropping for a moment.

“Color?”

“Green.” His cock pulses against your mouth, and you can’t help but let a small moan out. Jumin lets out a satisfied exhale before tightening the grip on your jaw again.

“You’ve been a good girl, I suppose I can allow it.” Jumin breaks his eyes away from yours, one eyebrow quirking up as he looks at the others. By the enthused bouncing from the corner of the bed, you can assume Seven is volunteering.

“Saeyoung.” Jumin quips, glancing down at you. You give a small nod – he’s the best candidate, considering Yoosung would be too embarrassed and Zen might be too in his head to enjoy it. Jumin beckons for him to join. “Come then, play with the kitten.”

You feel a jolt run through you at Jumin’s words, your body quivering. It felt exciting to be under Jumin’s control, compliant with his whims. But you knew he would stop the second you felt uncomfortable – it was a different kind of intimacy than you had experienced before. Briefly, you wondered if Jumin had done this before… or perhaps he had just done “research.”

The bed shifts as Seven places himself behind you, firmly grabbing your hips before positioning his mouth at your entrance and giving you a languid lick, his tongue flat. A strangled moan leaves your mouth and Jumin gives you a smirk in return. His cock is still against your lips, rutting across your soft mouth, one hand still under your chin.

Seven is torturing you this time, alternating between sloppily kissing and exploring your sex with his tongue. Your hands grip the bedsheets lightly as he toys with your clit, his tongue swiping over it before diving back inside you. His hands squeeze your hips as he pushes his face in further, tongue curling inside you.

Jumin is watching you still, his eyes studying your face and eyes still dark with lust. Seven moves back to your clit and starts working it with purpose now, your body starting to shake. A hot coil starts to wrap itself in your stomach, your nails digging even further into the bed.

“Saeyoung.” You moan, eyes shutting to focus on the pleasure. He moans against you and the vibration of his mouth almost sends you over, before a sharp voice interrupts you.

“Don’t finish her.” Seven pulls his mouth away at Jumin’s word, and a low whine leaves your throat. Jumin just smirks at you. By the low rumble in Jumin’s voice, you’re not surprised Seven listened to him.

“Use your mouth on him, kitten.” You lick your lips and nod, trying to bite back another whine from how desperate you are for release. You flip around and are greeted by Seven’s cock, precum sliding over the top already. His face is flushed and he’s looking down at you with such adoration that it makes you blush.

His is the only cock you haven’t sucked yet, and by how hard Seven was, it looked like he was ready for his turn. Jumin slowly runs a finger through your folds from behind, taking care to make sure the pressure is light. Damn him.

You take Seven’s head into your mouth with a kiss, working your tongue to lick the precum from him. He’s a moaning mess already, his hands reaching out to rest on your shoulders. You take him deeper as you swirl your tongue around him, his thick cock hard in your mouth.

“She’s good, isn’t she Saeyoung?” Seven just groans at Jumin’s question, too blissed out to even answer. You take that as your queue to work more of Seven’s cock into your mouth, your hand wrapping around the bottom to pump him. Seven’s grip on your shoulder tightens as you increase your pace, mouth and hand working him at the same time.

“O-oh fuck, I’m gonna come.” He pants out before bursting inside your mouth, his cum gathering in your mouth. You work his cock until he’s undone, moaning lewdly as you swallow his release. Jumin makes a hum of approval behind you.

"You did so well, kitten." Jumin cards his hand through your hair, stroking it as if you really were his pet.

Seven gently pulls you up and just stares at you for a moment, running one thumb along the bottom of your lip. His lips are suddenly pulling you into a kiss, his mouth hungrily exploring the inside of yours, passionate. His tongue tangles with yours as he deepens the kiss before pulling away with a loud smack and licking his lips.

“You’re beautiful.” He says before flopping back down on the bed, looking like he just ran a marathon.

“Saeyoung… that was weird.” Zen says, a slight look of disgust on his face. Seven was bolder than you thought he’d be – he ate you out while you had cum from the others inside and didn’t even hesitate to kiss you after coming in your mouth. To you, it was hot. Seven just raised a flippant hand at Zen.

“Your loss.” He sits up to scoot back next to Yoosung, whose face is still tomato red. Zen rolls his eyes in response.

“Don’t forget me, kitten.” You start to turn back before Jumin speaks again. “You can stay like that.”

Jumin leans over you and cages you in, his breath hot on your ear.

“Don’t you want them to see as I wreck you?” He whispers, nipping your earlobe.

“Please, sir.” You whisper back, and Jumin licks your earlobe this time.

“Remember our words, I’ll stop anytime.” His voice is soft now, broken from his character for a moment.

“I trust you.” You pause for a moment when his cock starts to rub against you, sliding between your folds. “But please… don't hold back.”

He kisses your neck before leaning back up. It’s a little nerve-wracking, staring all of them in the face. Jumin positions himself at your entrance, slowing his rubbing.

“What do you want?” Jumin’s voice is back in-character now, low and demanding.

“I-I want you… to fuck me.” You mumble the last part, embarrassment flooding your cheeks. The fact that Zen, Yoosung, and Seven are staring at you doesn’t help.

“What was that?” Jumin questions, sliding a hand from your hip to roughly squeeze your ass. You jump and hear a chuckle from him.

“Fuck me Jumin, please!” Jumin presses into you, not bothering to correct your usage of his name. He starts slow, and you immediately tense at the size of him. He’s bigger than the others. He strokes a gentle hand down your side.

“Relax, kitten.” His voice is stern but laced with sweetness. His praise makes you eager for more, so you take a breath and focus on relaxing. The continued strokes down your side let you know he noticed. Jumin pushes further in, the stretch starting to feel good. You were lucky Seven broke you in on the thickness factor. You start to squirm and moan as Jumin continues pushing himself in, taking his time. Jumin hisses as he reaches the hilt, making you contract around him.

"You did so well, taking me like that." His voice is still commanding but laced with honey. "What a good kitten."

“J-jumin, you feel so good.” It might make the others a little jealous, but god, you’ve never felt so full before. The moan of approval and the slight shake of his hands on your hips makes you think he might be feeling the same way. He starts moving, slowly at first. His thrusts are deliberate and slow, savoring how you feel on him. He leans over you again, his chest flush against your back, to whisper in your ear.

“You’re perfection.” The dominant persona is dropped for a moment, his lips placing gentle kisses on your neck. A moment later he’s back up, his thrusts coming faster now.

“God.” You moan, breathless. Jumin reaches for your arms and puts them behind your back, wrists caged between his hands. You fall into the bed, still arched up. You see Zen shoot Jumin a dirty look, but he doesn’t say anything.

Jumin thrusts into you with more fervor now, his thrusts harsh. You can barely even think, your mind overrun with pure pleasure. Jumin starts moving faster, the lewd sound of his hips slamming against you filling the room. It makes you dig your nails into your hands, desperate for something to grab. You wish you could see Jumin’s face – you imagine him flushed, teeth gritted together.

One of his hands breaks from your wrist to snake around your body, easily finding your clit. A string of hissed expletives leaves your mouth as he starts working it, his thumb rubbing in a circle. Jumin slows his thrusts just a bit to focus on you, a low groan escaping him as you push back into him.

“Come for me.” He demands, and you feel yourself burst, your orgasm leaving you seeing stars for a second. It’s the best you’ve had yet, and you can’t contain the loud and frantic moans that leave you. Jumin grunts at the feel of you contracting around him but doesn’t lose pace.

"Good girl, you're so good for me." Jumin's praise makes you moan in delight.

Jumin's hand leaves your clit to push down on your head, digging it into the bed. His other hand steadies itself on your back and forces your wrists down. Something about it just sets you off – the feeling of pure, primal pleasure.

“Fuck me harder, Jumin, please!” Your voice is slightly muffled by the bed, but the strangled moan leaving Jumin lets you know he heard. His thrusts are demanding now, his hips slapping into you even harder. It’s almost animalistic, the way he’s fucking you with reckless abandon. The bed starts to shake from his movements, headboard slamming into the wall.

Jumin is fucking you purely for his pleasure now, unrelenting and harsh. It feels filthy to be used like this in front of everyone – but you love it. Jumin��s thrusts come faster and you can tell he’s close by how hard he grips your wrists. Low moans are escaping him with every thrust and you wish you could kiss him, to feel him come undone against your mouth. Jumin tenses and slams into you, cumming inside you with a predatory growl.

He releases his hand from your head, riding out the feeling of you milking him. He pulls out with a groan, practically panting. He moves you so you’re facing him now, urging you to wrap your legs around him and sit in his lap. It feels nice to be pressed against him this way, his sweaty head resting on your shoulder while you both catch your breath.

"You did so well for me. So obedient, so perfect. My good girl." His voice is laced in love.

He lifts his head and gives you a gentle kiss, pulling away to give you a genuine smile.

“How are you feeling?”

“Amazing.” You reply, and he chuckles at how dazed you sound. “I want to do that again.”

You feel his chest rumble as he laughs again, leaning in to whisper so only you can hear. “Me too, kitten.”

He presses a kiss to your forehead before helping you off him, so both of you are facing everyone else. Seven and Yoosung are just staring at the two of you with wide eyes. To say Zen looked anything other than salty would be a disservice to the look on his face.

“Did you really enjoy that?” Zen asks. You know he’s just worried. You nod enthusiastically and he seems convinced, though he still gives another shifty look to Jumin. Jumin just smiles at him, making Zen groan.

“Wow.” Seven says, leaning towards the two of you. “Jumin, show me how to do that!”

Yoosung nodded enthusiastically along with Seven’s words.

“Perhaps. But now is the time to care for her.” Jumin stands from the bed and pulls on his boxers. “I’ll get the bath started for you.”

He considers a moment before assigning the rest of the tasks. “Yoosung, clean up the room. Seven, get her water. And food, if she wants it. Zen, find her sleepwear and watch over her.”

Zen’s anger quells at Jumin’s suggestion, and Yoosung and Seven scatter to comply with Jumin’s request.

After a bath, some snacks, and a new pair of comfy pajamas, you were ready to collapse into bed. Preferably, not alone, but you weren’t sure how the rest of them would feel. They were all still in your bedroom, hovering awkwardly.

“Do any of you want to stay the night? It is lonely.” You said, patting your bed and pouting. Seven doesn’t hesitate, jumping onto your bed.

“Cuddle pile!” He moved to snuggle into your side, his body warm and comforting. You pat him on the head, and he pretended to purr, making you laugh.

“Seven, you can’t just spend the night at a woman’s house. It’s… it’s wrong.” Zen’s voice dies off, realizing he has no standing. “I’m not getting in that bed if you’re there, Saeyoung.”

“Handsome Zen, how could you!” Seven said, feigning sadness before throwing an arm around you. “You’re missing out.”

Zen seems troubled, looking back and forth between you and Seven. He grumbles before flopping in the bed next to you, earning a cheer from Seven.

Yoosung is next to join you in bed, tentatively sitting next to Seven.

“Is this really okay?” He said. His face was dusted pink again. You gave him a gentle nod and blew him a kiss.

“My snugglebunnies~” Seven exclaimed, reaching over to squeeze Yoosung’s cheek.

You laughed and looked up to see Jumin giving you a longing look.

“Jumin?”

“This is strange. But I suppose…” He trails off, pulling his phone out and shooting off a quick text. “Yes, I will stay. Elizabeth Third will be taken care of by Assistant Kang.”

Zen sneezes and shoots Jumin a look of disgust. “Don’t mention that furball in here. And stop working Jaehee like that!”

Jumin just shrugs before staring at all of them. By the look on his face, it’s clear he’s acting like the one in charge here. Seven clings on to you for dear life and gives Zen puppy dog eyes, staking his claim next to you.

Zen grumbles and reluctantly gets up, mumbling about going to get a snack before coming back.

Jumin smirks at Zen before climbing in, laying his head on your chest. He seems content to stay there the whole night.

“Oh Yoosung, you’re so lucky. You get a Saeyoung and Zen sandwich!” Seven cries out, making Yoosung sputter in embarrassment. You giggle and see a small smile cross Jumin’s face.

Eventually the five of you settle in, comfy in your cuddle pile. It doesn’t take long for Jumin to fall asleep, quickly followed by Yoosung and Seven. Zen softly bids you good night before falling asleep.

You whisper a quiet ‘I love you all’ before closing your own eyes, hoping they hear you in their dreams.

You hope that perhaps Saeran can hear it too.

The next morning, Yoosung and Zen whip up a delicious breakfast for the five of you. The rest of the morning was spent tidying up your apartment and cleaning, all of them volunteering their services without complaint. To be fair, Seven had gotten out of it by claiming he needed to check your security and Jumin had insisted on making sure everything up to code.

Still, you felt special under their care, truly feeling like the Princess of the RFA.

Discussion of the previous night was tabled for the day, the five of you deciding it was best saved after you had all collected your thoughts.

One thing that wasn’t tabled, though, were their declarations of love. Seven burst the bubble first because of course and Zen had to butt in next, leaving Yoosung scrambling and red to say it as well. Jumin was confident with his words, laying a gentle kiss across your knuckles when he spoke.

You wondered if you should bring all this up to Saeran – it was a delicate subject.

Eventually, they had to leave, the duties of life calling them away. It was lonely – until the Messenger lit up a few hours later.

707, Saeran, Yoosung ★ – 4:30 P.M.

Sex Demon 😈 has entered the chatroom.

Sex Demon 😈: omg SAEYOUNG DID YOU CHANGE MY NAME

Sex Demon 😈: and what the hell is this picture, did you photoshop me to look like a damn succubus????

707: lolololololol

707: it changed itself

Yoosung ★: Omg Saeyoung don’t be that mean to her T_T

707: hehehe

Sex Demon 😈: change it back before you scar Jaehee and Saeran

Jumin Han has entered the chatroom.

Jumin Han: … Saeyoung.

Jumin Han: Change that back. We shouldn't tease her like this.

Jumin Han: That is a good look for you though.

Yoosung ★: ya!!!

Sex Demon 😈: Jumin!! and sweet Yoosung too? you had my back and then you betrayed me… i’m wounded.

707: lol fine fine give me a sec

Yoosung ★: I'm sorry T_T you are a princess not a sex demon

707: there, my princess

Sex Demon 😈 has changed their name to ♡ 707's space princess ♡.

ZEN has entered the chatroom.

♡ 707’s space princess ♡: okay that’s better but i don’t think Jumin or Zen will like that lolol

ZEN: -_-

707: Hi zen~

Jumin Han: Hmm. We will come up with a more suitable name later.

Jumin Han: For now, we have business to discuss.

ZEN: Hello lovely~

♡ 707’s space princess ♡: hi Zenny!! and hi Jumin, my betrayer

707: lolol, u never said hi to me or yoosung ;;

♡ 707’s space princess ♡: hello my precious marshmellow and sweet Yoosungie

707: so sweet!!! i might die!!!!

Yoosung ★: ♥♥♥

Jumin Han: Regarding last night,

Jumin Han: there are many things I want to say. I want to start by saying I absolutely want this to continue.

707: duh

Yoosung ★: Ya me too

ZEN: Only if she wants to, wolves.

Jumin Han: That goes without saying.

♡ 707’s space princess ♡: yes times a thousand

♡ 707’s space princess ♡: but not just sex

♡ 707’s space princess ♡: cause i really love all of you

Jumin Han: Of course. You are precious, and I will treat you as such. You’ve changed my life for the better.

Yoosung ★: I love you a lot!! I’m going to work hard for you, because you helped to change me!

♡ 707’s space princess ♡: nooooooo ouch it hurts ;;

Jumin Han: Do you need medical assistance?

♡ 707’s space princess ♡: oh no sweet Jumin it’s just an expression

707: ya it’s for when you see something so sweet your heart hurts

707: like mine when you said i love you back!!! :3

ZEN: I love you so much, I’ve waited so long for someone like you. If you’ll have me, I’ll love you forever

♡ 707’s space princess ♡: omg i’m sobbing i love you all so much

♡ 707’s space princess ♡: sorry i sound like a big dummy over chat it’s hard to express my emotions in text!!!

Jumin Han: Then, would you like to join me for dinner tonight? The others too, of course.

Jumin Han: We can talk details afterwards.

ZEN: This isn’t a contract Jumin -_-

Jumin Han: Clearly. But it’s important to set boundaries for all of us.

Yoosung ★: Jumin is right, Zen! Our hearts are important too

ZEN: Ah, young Yoosung, so mature now

707: i want to pick her up in one of my babies ;;

Jumin Han: Fine. I will forward you the details.

ZEN: You better not lay a hand on her!!!

Yoosung ★: I don’t think he’d do that in one of his babies…

707: not in

707: cleaning the outside is easier than cleaning the inside

707: or she could sit in my lap

Jaehee Kang has entered the chat.

Jaehee Kang: I don’t want to ask.

♡ 707’s space princess ♡: omg Jaehee don’t look!!! just cause you had to read that i’m gonna take you for a spa day ♥

♡ 707’s space princess ♡: Jumin said he would give you a day off :^)

Jumin Han: I don’t remember that.

♡ 707’s space princess ♡: j u m i n please

Jumin Han: Okay. She’ll contact you with a day, Assistant Kang.

Jaehee Kang: I’m leaving before Mr. Han changes his mind.

Jaehee Kang has left the chat.

ZEN: Poor Jaehee ;;

ZEN: Did you all hear the crack of that whip though

707: our gentle princess has tamed mr. han :3

Jumin Han: I would do anything for my princess. ♥

ZEN: Aww but also ew.

ZEN: Anyways.

ZEN: If only Saeyoung had self-restraint, poor Jaehee could have been spared

707: i can continue what I started

707: she’ll sit in my lap and i’ll give her a yummy cream pie fresh from the bakery~

♡ 707’s space princess ♡: oh my god

Jumin Han: A cream pie?

707: lololololol

ZEN: Do not say another word.

Yoosung ★: I know something Jumin doesn’t???

♡ 707’s space princess ♡: yes cause you watch too much hentai Yoosung

ZEN: LOL

Yoosung ★: T_T

Jumin Han: Regardless. My princess will explain later, she always does.

Jumin Han: I need to attend to a meeting. We will all talk later.

Jumin Han: Goodbye, my dear. I will see you tonight. Take care.

♡ 707’s space princess ♡: bye Jumin~ i’ll see your handsome face later

Jumin Han has left the chat.

ZEN: I apologize, but I need to get going too, lovely. I promise I’ll be there tonight.

ZEN: I am sure you’ll look ravishing.

ZEN: Bye everyone~

♡ 707’s space princess ♡: see you later lovely Zenny :)

ZEN has left the chatroom.

Yoosung ★: Omg they didn’t even wait for us to say bye

707: my stars, the manners on those two

♡ 707’s space princess ♡: omg

♡ 707’s space princess ♡: omg omg omg

Yoosung ★: What?????

♡ 707’s space princess ♡: Saeran were you here the whole time…………

707: LMAO

Saeran: Yes. What a lively conversation.

Yoosung ★: whyyyyy

707: lololol sorry bro u could have left though

Saeran: I don’t mind. Seeing her happiness is nice.

♡ 707’s space princess ♡: aww Saeran, sorry you had to witness this catastrophe though lol

707: my brother has changed so much ;;

Saeran: Do you want to go get ice cream? It won’t spoil your dinner.

Saeran: It looks like we might have something to talk about, if you’d like.

707: what about ur loving brother, who helped you

♡ 707’s space princess ♡: omg Saeyoung did you say something before i could -_-

707: sorry it was our twin telepathy

Yoosung ★: I want ice cream too

Saeran: You can come next time.

♡ 707’s space princess ♡: i would never say no to spending time with Saeran!! or to ice cream!! so heck yeah let’s get ice cream and i'll talk your cute little head off

707: are you flirting with my brother

Saeran: :)

Saeran: I’ll be there in 20. See you soon.

Saeran has left the chat.

Yoosung ★: …

707: …

707: lololol jk i’m glad you two are meeting up

Yoosung ★: He’s so smooth, he barely said anything T_T

Yoosung ★: I’m gonna go now, I have to play some LOLOL!

Yoosung ★: I’ll see you later cutie! And bye Seven

707: bye yoosungie!!!!

♡ 707’s space princess ♡: bye sweet Yoosung :)

Yoosung has left the chat.

707: lol

707: aren’t you glad i convinced you to play truth or dare, my space princess

♡ 707’s space princess ♡: very ♥♥♥♥♥

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