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pocketjoong · 5 months
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❥𓂃𓏧EARLY MORNINGS
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ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (SYNOPSIS): You wake up to find Hongjoong in your studio. What started with you helping Hongjoong, turns into an unexpected confession from the idol himself.
ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (PAIRING) idol!Hongjoong x afab!producer!Reader
ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (GENRE AND AU/TROPE): friends/co-workers to lovers. idiots in love.
ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (WARNINGS) smut. pwp. use of pet names (princess, love, etc). choking. oral (f!recieveing). orgasm denial. soft joongie. joongie is whipped. lmk if I am missing something. MDNI.
ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (WORD COUNT) 3.3k
ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (NOTES) Happy Hongjoong Day everyone!! I wanted to write something sappy, but I'll just keep it to myself, mostly bc I really don't have the words to express my admiration and love for this precious little human. So, if you enjoy this, please do consider reblogging or leaving feedback! shoutout to @joong-of-gold for beta reading this! TYSM
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You awaken to the distant, muffled rumble of thunder, a gentle intrusion on the stillness of your soundproof studio. The first glimmer of awareness reveals the early morning hour, for light filters through the curtains, casting a soft glow throughout the room, but the sun is nowhere to be seen. You can also tell that it rained a few minutes back because you can see the wet streaks on the window and the fog that lingers outside. 
In the haze between wakefulness and sleep, you realise that you are covered with a jacket that is definitely not yours. Inhaling deeply, you catch the scent of familiar cologne that clings to the soft material. Your gaze shifts, and sure enough, you spot him seated on your chair, bathed in the soft, ethereal glow of the computer screens. Hongjoong looks beautiful in the soft light of your studio, akin to an angel, as he works on something you’re unable to discern from the couch. You blink away the remnants of sleep, confused as to why Hongjoong is using your studio when he has his own a couple of doors away.
“Hongjoong?” Your voice is a mere whisper in the silence of the studio as you sit up, absentmindedly watching the way his jacket falls and pools onto your lap.
“Oh, Y/N, you’re awake?” Hongjoong leans back into the chair, his fingers running through his recently dyed hair, which appears somewhat tousled as if he'd been frustratedly tugging at the strands. His hair is a dirty blonde and way shorter than it was when you saw him yesterday morning, a few inches away from being a buzz cut, but it suits him well. But then, you suppose he looks good in all hairstyles. After all, you’re yet to see him in one he’s unable to pull off.
Your curiosity is piqued, and you tilt your head as you regard Hongjoong, noting the fatigue etched across his features. A quick glance at the wall clock tells you that it’s just past five in the morning, prompting you to wonder how long he has been in the building. Given that the last time you checked, the time was before 4 a.m., it dawns on you that he must have entered your studio sometime within the past hour. The realisation that he didn't return to the dorms last night tugs at your heart, and a sigh escapes at the thought as worry for him grips your heart.
“Sorry for barging in unannounced,” Hongjoong begins, his voice carrying slight remorse. “I was working on something, but then I got stuck. I thought being here would provide some inspiration... But..." He trails off, shoulders lifting in a half-hearted shrug. As he begins to rise up from your chair, you quickly shake your head to signal him to remain seated.
"Just," you reply with a sigh, pushing yourself off the couch and stretching, wincing at the satisfying crack of your joints. "Lemme freshen up and get some caffeine into my system. Would you like some?"
Hongjoong politely declines with a shake of his head, already returning his attention to the screens. “It’s fine. I had a cup about twenty minutes ago.”
“Mmhkay,” you mumble as you exit the studio to wash up. Upon your return, you feel notably more alert, though you're confident that a cup of strong coffee will definitely help you more. You search the closet for the coffee grounds, tiptoeing to reach the packet.
“You know, you look…” Hongjoong’s voice trails off, his gaze sweeping over your figure as though he's searching for a gentler way to phrase his thoughts. You've barely managed an hour of sleep in the past 48 hours, and you’re sure exhaustion has taken its toll.
“Like a mess?” You interject with a wry chuckle, playfully finishing his sentence while switching on the coffee machine.
“Nah, you're too pretty for that,” he smirks, causing you to roll your eyes in response, even though his words send a delightful pang through your heart. “But you look like you haven’t been getting much sleep, which is surprising since you were in dreamland when I arrived.”
“That's because I haven’t,” you admit, watching the coffee streaming into the cup you've placed beneath the machine. You hum happily when the smell of coffee permeates the room, making you relax further. “If you don't count the one-hour nap I managed after finishing that video call.”
"Video call?" Hongjoong echoes, his voice tinged with curiosity.
“Yeah, there's this American band that's eager to collaborate on a track with me, so we were hashing out the details until the wee hours, around four a.m.,” you explain, picking up the cup of coffee and turning to look at Hongjoong, who now appears to be deeply engrossed in the contents on the computer screen. “You sure you don't want some coffee, Joong-ah?”
"Mhmm, I’m good," he responds, brows furrowed as his attention is momentarily diverted by your offer.
You nod, even though he can’t see it and take a sip from the cup, savouring the rejuvenating warmth. It breathes life back into your tired form, revitalising you in a matter of moments. Crossing the studio, you lean against the wall, observing as Hongjoong plays with the sounds. 
You both share a quiet moment, with Hongjoong immersed in his work and you taking intermittent sips of your coffee. In the silence of the studio, your thoughts drift back to the day Eden introduced the two of you. Despite being Hongjoong's age, you had already earned a degree in music production and established a modest reputation in both the Korean and Western music scenes. Eden had recognised your talent and had been quick to scout you, asking if you'd like to work for KQ. It was an appealing proposition, one that offered you the flexibility to pursue personal projects without forfeiting your earnings from outside ventures. So you had agreed without any hesitation.
Not long after, the older man introduced you to Hongjoong. You had already heard of him, the sole trainee at KQ for several months, eager to delve into the realm of music production. So, Eden entrusted you with the task of guiding Hongjoong’s musical journey since you had a professional degree. Although you were initially hesitant, circumstances conspired, and over time, a strong friendship blossomed between the two of you.
“So,” you begin, finally setting down your half-empty cup of coffee on the cabinet on noticing Hongjoong’s visible frustration. “What's got you all worked up?”
“I want to remix a track for the new album,” he replies, gesturing toward the computer screen in a state of vexation. “I had this vision when Eden hyung told me about it, but nothing seems to click.”
“Can I see what you’ve done so far?” You inquire, moving closer to lean over his shoulder, regarding the screen with pursed lips. You hold out your hand, requesting for the headphones. When Hongjoong doesn't immediately pass them to you, you turn to face him, only to find him peering at you through half-lidded eyes, his expression inscrutable. In a sudden, surprising move, he pulls you onto his lap, eliciting an involuntary squeak from you and a hearty laugh from the mischievous idol.
“Sorry, love,” he says, though there is a distinct lack of remorse in his tone. “It'll be easier for both of us this way.”
He removes the headphones from around his neck and allows you to wear them before pressing play. As the music fills your ears, you’re acutely aware of Hongjoong’s arms encircling your waist and his chin resting on your shoulder. Despite the delightful distraction, you focus your attention on the remixes he's crafted thus far. It becomes evident why he's been wrestling with frustration; each track seems to lack the spark that’s needed for them to stand out.
“Did you have any other ideas?” you ask, swallowing hard as he nonchalantly shrugs while still entwined with you. His movement causes his chest to press against your back, and you can’t help but be flustered. You knew that he had been working out, but actually feeling his defined muscles beneath his shirt is a different sensation.
“Not really,” he murmurs, his breath tickling your ear as he responds.
“Hmm,” you hum, doing a run-through of ATEEZ’s songs and attempting to conceive something more fitting while nestled against the group's leader. The endeavour turns out to be a more difficult enterprise than you initially anticipated. But you won’t complain; after all, he isn’t one to indulge in casual skinship, so you attribute it to sheer exhaustion and his mounting irritation. “I don't know if you've considered this... but there might be something that could work. Remember the beats I shared with you last week?”
“Do you mean this one?” he responds by humming a fragment of the track you had shared with him. With his chin still resting on your shoulder, his lips linger perilously close to your ear. You muster every ounce of restraint not to shiver pleasantly at his honey voice. “I had thought about it initially, but I didn’t want to use it without asking you.”
“Allow me to give it a try. I’m not entirely convinced either,” you assert, clearing your throat as you carefully get off Hongjoong’s lap. Retrieving your coffee mug, you lift it to your lips for a sip to regain your composure. Yet, in the very next moment, Hongjoong deftly snatches the mug from your grasp and takes a sip himself, letting out a light chuckle as your eyes widen in astonishment. You could swear you catch a whisper of “so cute” slipping from his lips under his breath, but you can’t be entirely certain, as he surely wouldn’t utter such words about you. Or would he?
Opting to dive into work, you retrieve the laptop and settle onto the couch, immersing yourself in the process. Lost in the task at hand, you’re completely unaware of Hongjoong’s intense gaze on you. It is only after you have a basic idea ready that you glance up and freeze. Shifting awkwardly in your seat for a brief moment, you bite your lips before patting the vacant space beside you on the couch. Silently, you press play as he takes his place by your side, watching him curiously as he focuses on the music filling the room.
“Wow,” Hongjoong breathes when he's done listening to the raw remix you’ve created. It's nothing extraordinary, merely an attempt to know if you’re going in the right direction, but the way his eyes sparkle as he looks at you tells you that you’ve struck gold. Before you know it, his lips are lightly grazing your cheek in a tender kiss, his proximity allowing his nose to gently brush against your skin. 
It should alarm you, how quickly you’re melting into his touch, so easily giving into him. This feels inappropriate; you're coworkers first, friends second, and you're uncertain about the ethical implications, considering you both work for the same company. But as he nuzzles into your cheek, all rational thoughts fly out of the window.
“Damn it, Y/N,” you shiver at the rawness in his voice. “You're so cruel. How am I supposed to contain my feelings for you when every time I convince myself I'm content with just being your friend, you do something like this, and I'm head over heels for you all over again?”
“Hongjoong,” Your voice is breathy, and the way you say his name with a gasp almost sounds like a prayer.
He swears, drawing you closer and gazing into your eyes with an intense longing that leaves you wordless, “Don't say my name like that if you don’t want me to kiss you senseless.”
“Who's stopping you?” You whisper, fisting the front of his shirt in your hands, desperately searching for something to ground yourself.
Eagerly, he closes the distance, lips meeting yours with an ardour that takes you by surprise. He nips at your bottom lip, and you feel your resolve crumble. You allow him to dip his tongue into your mouth. As he pulls you onto his lap, you straddle him, your hands finding purchase on his shoulders, drawing him closer. Abruptly, Hongjoong breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against yours.
“Tell me to stop,” he breathes, closing his eyes when you shake your head. “If I don’t stop now, I won’t be able to hold back.”
“Joong,” you murmur, cradling his face between your hands, your lips finding his jaw. “Please.”
“Are you sure?” He whispers, his voice tinged with uncertainty. “I’d planned on asking you out on a date first, to be honest.”
You giggle at both the unexpected confession and his endearing hesitance, causing him to pout in response. You understand where he’s coming from; he’s usually steadfast, not easily swayed by desire or impulse, but it appears that his usual unwavering patience is slowly unravelling.
“We can do that later, I’m not going anywhere,” you say, a soft smile playing on your lips. “Although, if you're not comfortable going further, we can stop.”
Hongjoong shakes his head, his lips finding yours once more in a slow, sensual kiss. “I want you,” he mumbles between each lingering kiss. “I always have.”
His words elicit a whimper from you, and you grind your hips against him, causing the denim of his jeans to rub deliciously against your aching clit. Gasping at the contact, you meet his gaze, finding his lips swollen and rosy from your kiss, his pupils dilated with desire. The next moment, he pulls away from you and eagerly tugs at the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head. You giggle at his eagerness, “Greedy, are we?”
Hongjoong smirks and leans down to press his lips against the top of your chest, murmuring, “Only for you, my love.”
A quiet moan escapes your lips as your hands find their way into his dishevelled, dirty blonde locks, tugging just hard enough to coax a groan from him. Hongjoong retaliates by sinking his teeth into your neck, biting down gently before withdrawing. When you practically melt into him, he smirks teasingly, “You like that, princess? Want more?”
You nod, gasping as one of his hands darts to your back, skillfully snapping open your bra. His other hand slips to your throat, exerting gentle pressure, almost experimentally, just enough to encourage a deeper breath.
“Mmm. Not like that, doll. Use your words,” Hongjoong pulls away fully, allowing you to see the smouldering desire in his eyes, a sight that sends your head spinning. It takes you a moment to find your voice, long enough for him to caress your cheek with one finger, prompting you to close your eyes. “Don’t leave me hanging, Y/N.”
Your eyelids flutter open, and you gaze at him with a sultry intensity. “I want you to touch me.”
A sly grin curves his lips as he leans in, nipping your lower lip provocatively. “See, now, that wasn’t too difficult, was it, princess?”
You let out a whine as his thumbs rub over your breasts, teasingly tracing patterns. He lowers his head to suck on the skin around your nipple, his lips leaving faint marks. Hongjoong’s mouth is warm and wet, and every time his tongue brushes over your sensitive flesh, your body arches up against his in yearning. When his teeth graze over the tender area, you can’t help but grind against his pulsing erection, desperately needing friction against your clit. “Joong, please.”
“I’ll make you cum, princess. I promise,” he says, offering an innocent smile that contradicts the desire blazing in his eyes.
You're on the verge of delivering a clever retort, but any semblance of wit vanishes when his fingers push your panties aside and plunge into your heat. Your mouth falls agape as his skilled fingertips find the sweet spot deep inside of you, making your toes curl. A primal need stirs within you, and you roll your hips to meet his fingers, and it’s not much later that your legs begin to tremble. You’re close, so close, but just as you're on the cusp of ecstasy, Hongjoong yanks his fingers back, causing you to let out a desperate sob.
He hushes you softly with a soft kiss, his lips a tender apology, “Just a bit more, princess. Can you hold on for a bit longer for me?”
As Hongjoong gently eases you down on the sofa, you notice that he’s still dressed. You pout, tugging at the edge of his shirt, “Joong… off, please?”
“Patience, my dear. I promised I’ll make you cum, didn’t I?” He moves off the couch, pulling you closer to him to spread your folds.
“Fuck—” You arch off the couch, a sharp gasp escaping your lips the second his lips close around your throbbing clit. One of his hands keeps your legs pressed to the side, not allowing you to close them. For what feels like an eternity, he keeps you pinned, fucking you with his tongue and fingers but never allowing the release you so desperately seek. You’re a sobbing, sensitive mess by the time he pulls away for what seems like the hundredth time and sweetly wipes away your tears. It’s not until you hear the crinkling of a condom wrapper that you realise Hongjoong is kneeling on the couch, already undressed and ready.
“You did so well, princess,” he smiles warmly, guiding your legs to wrap around his hips. “I think you deserve a reward, don’t you?”
You nod eagerly, your voice almost desperate as you implore him, “Please… Joong, yes.”
He takes his time as he eases into your folds, knowing that you’re sensitive and you’re grateful for his consideration. Once he’s fully inside of you, he withdraws slowly, repeating the motion with a gentleness that leaves you breathless. Your nails dig into his shoulders, pulling him to you as you yearn to be as close to him as possible.
“Y/N, my love.” Hongjoong coaxes your eyes open gently, his eyes filled with concern. “Loosen up, please. I won’t be able to move otherwise.” 
Taking a shaky breath, you relax, prompting him to smile. “That’s my good girl,” he murmurs, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.
He slowly works up a rhythm, and it doesn’t take long for you to feel your high approaching. Sensing that you’re close, his warm fingers close around your throat to apply just the right amount of pressure. You clench around him in response, making him moan, deep and loud, as his eyes roll back.
“That’s it, princess,” he whispers, his hands trailing down to rub at your clit while he thrusts in and out slowly. His eyes draw shut as he revels in the sounds of your moans, your words unclear as you gasp out his name. “Will you cum for me, Y/N? Hm?”
You finally snap, your body feeling like fire as you succumb to pleasure. Hongjoong grabs you to keep you still. “You feel incredible, princess.,” he gasps, voice laced with desire. “You’re so good for me.” 
All the sensations are too much for him, and he curses, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he chases his own release. The room fills with the sounds of both of your moans before Hongjoong collapses on top of you, showering affectionate kisses on your face and neck.
For a brief moment, neither of you utters a word, still caught in the hazy aftermath. Your legs feel like jelly, and you’re still a bit woozy, so you simply watch as Hongjoong eases back. He ties off the condom and drops it into the trash can near the door, dressing quickly. Then, he returns to you with damp tissues that he borrowed from your cupboard. “Are you okay, love? Feeling sore?” He inquires, concern evident in his gentle voice.
“A little, but it was absolutely worth it. I knew you had it in you,” you tease, playfully winking at him, and both of you share a tired yet content chuckle.
“Good,” he responds with a warm smile, leaning in to press a soft, lingering kiss to your lips. “Do you need anything?”
“Cuddles?” You pout, gazing up at Hongjoong.
“Anything my princess wants, she gets.”
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lunas-side-anime-blog · 3 months
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Modern College Student/BF Eren Yeager Headcanons
Armin version: HERE
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Changed his major so. many. times.
Tried premed bc of his dad but then realized he had to take a lot of math and was like “lol no”
Was a business major for a bit but he didn’t have enough tact or strategy so dropped that pretty quick
Philosophy was next but he has such black and white way of thinking, he always got into arguments with the professors
Ethics was ruled out after like a week bc of…well, obvious reasons
Joined Armin’s major for like a month but it took so much studying and memory that he quit
Tried psych with Mikasa but yeah every teacher kept telling him to go to therapy??? And he was like “no thank you.”
Eventually i think he will land in something like sport communication or management, bc the competition really gets him fired up and he’s only good at something if he’s passionate about it
also feel like he’d be a college athlete with some scholarships so yeah, it makes sense
Not a great student tbh
Type of bitch to say “c’s get degrees.”
Really its only his public speaking skills that are keeping his grade afloat bc his presentations are sooo hype and get the class all inspired n shit
His essays and quizzes tho? Yeah, not so good
Bad at attending classes too, for sure will be like “srry my grandma died.”
And the teacher is just like “you’ve used that excuse already?twice??"
And hes just like “ugh fine you got me, I was tired and hungover”
Def tried to join a frat but Armin and Mikasa threatened to not be friends with him 
Still hangs with the frat boys a lot and is always partying with them
Pregames wayyy too hard tho, wasted before the party even starts
Unironically dances to lmfao and pitbull at college parties like “party rockers” is his fucking jam
Casual pothead, has a bong he def like nicknamed the “titan” cuz it’s so fucking huge
Will share his stash with you but like next time you got alc or bud just know he’s hitting that shit
High Eren is just really philosophical about freedom but with the munchies
Diet consists of instant ramen, mcdonalds and box mac n cheese, probably alot of redulls too
Thank god he’s athletic w a high metabolism 
Is fucking rocking the man bun and will fight you if you say otherwise
Games often with Jean, Conny and Sasha
Rage quits all the time and yes, Jean has recorded most of them for blackmail
Still uses snapchat streaks and will be so salty if one of his friends broke it
“You know nothing of loyalty. It’s one snap a day! How fucking hard was that?”  
Smells like irish spring body wash, old spice deodorant and weed
Also mint? I feel like he’s always chewing gum
One of those smokers who think he can just splash cold water on his face and chew on some gum and it wouldn’t be obvious that he’s high af
Carmex lip balm is the only slightly self care item he owns
Really into anime, loves the boss fights
I feel like he’d really like Naruto, Demon Slayer, Bnha or jojo’s bizarre adventure
You know anything with a lot of fights or training 
Ppl say he’d like Deathnote bc light but honestly I think he would get lost with all the twists and be like “why tf aren’t ppl just punching each other???”
Loves rap if he’s feeling good or screamo if he’s angry, like there's no in between lmao 
For sure listens to his music way too loud even with air pods
“Max volume isn’t enough, I wanna fuck the song” type of dude
I feel like him and Conny at one point prob tried to make a youtube channel where they like react to stuff 
Jean is the top commenter…..too bad it’s hate comments lol
Is one of those guys who has such a high body temp that even if it’s like december and snowing out, he’s still in basketball shorts and a short sleeve shirt 
Progressive bc Armin taught him how sex doesn’t equal gender, and pronouns are to be respected
Still a dick tho
“He’s such a fucking- wait hold up what are your pronouns?  They? K cool was just gonna talk shit about you but wanted to be respectful about it, thanks.”  goes back to his other conversation like, “They are such a fucking worthless cunt.”
As your bf
Probably met off tinder or something bc he is just a fuckboy looking to get his dick wet
But after fucking he just keeps hanging out with you? Or like if u get ur period or don't feel like sex he’s like, “it’s okay we can just watch a movie or something😀”
So ur not quite sure if you guys are fuckbuddies or not?
It becomes kinda obvious tho if he like ever sees you with another guy and gets all up in his face like “wtf are u doing with my girl/boy?”
U guys don’t have a clear anniversary bc he never asked u to be his, it was just kinda silently agreed upon?
Clingy lil bitch after sex like will follow u to the bathroom if u let him
Needs to shower with you, otherwise you both aint showering cuz he will turn off the water 
“Now we both stinky, bitch.”
Gives me the vibe of a guy who learned sex stuff thru porn
He goes really hard, fast and will put you in crazy positions
If u have a vagina you prob will have to like teach him about clit stimulation and literally take his hand and lead it there, he’s a fast learner though 
Will pull your hair but if you dare pull his?
He'll flip you over and spank you 
Wants sooo bad to be called daddy, up to you though if u wanna call him that but you can tell he tries to lead you to say it sometimes
Not really controlling or anything, actually loves an independent partner who has their own goals 
Is insanely jealous though, the only time he’s all up on you is if he thinks another guy is trying to get on you
If you fight tbh I think Eren can be a lil brat but I think he always has a time limit 
Like..he’s the type of guy that has about three days in him of being an asshole or being in silent treatment mode before he just breaks and knocks on your door begging for forgiveness
A little toxic but again, more so about others than actually controlling you
The type to start a fight in your insta comments if anyone other than him or your besties call you hot
Will try to be cool and say “wear whatever you want, I can fight”
And he will but like will he also cry later? Yes. 
Dates with him aren’t really dates? I think his love language is quality time so he’s the type to just try to hang out and make everything a lil “date”
Lots of late night car rides where you guys just talk and share songs (also car sex if ur up to it), lazy days where you two watch movies and cuddle in bed, also I think he’s the type of bf to try to tag along with you everywhere you go and offer to get you food afterwards
Only for like birthdays or anniversaires will he try to take you out for a fancy dinner, even then you might have to drop hints that you want a nice date bc honestly he’s totally okay getting mdconalds with you and pigging out
Overall he’s kinda a scary dog privellage as a boyfriend
Whose mainly all bark and no bite
(mostly)
Fav nicknames: Babe, babygir/babyboy, sexy, shortie 
Songs that fit the vibe: 505 by Arctic Monkeys, Cherry Waves by Deftones, Daddy Issues by the Neighbourhood
“I’d probably still adore you wth your hands around my neck”
“I’ll swim down with you, is that what you want?” 
“I tell you that I’m thinking about, whatever you’re thinking about”
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badasbebi · 3 months
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not my fault ➛ 1/2
part two
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✦ pairing: bada lee x fem!reader
✦ summary: discovering that a cute girl you saw at your college orientation is your roommate, you become eager to get to know her. however, things quickly go awry when she turns out to be much more difficult to get along with than you could've imagined and abruptly leaves you in the dust. fueled by your terrible experiences with her and rumors about her dating habits, you swear to stay away from her at all costs. will you be able to keep your promise?
✦ genre/au: fluff, my poor attempt at a rom-com, college!au, enemies to lovers, eventual smut, (very slight) roommates to lovers
✦ word count: 11k (im so embarrassed)
✦ warnings: isn't proofread bc this is toooo long. unrealistic portrayal of room-switching in college bc it's never that easy or quick irl. smut in part 2
✦ a/n: part 2 is already finished & will be posted very very soon. so, this is my first time writing a fanfic in like...years. this feels very strange, but i had a lot of fun writing it and i hope someone out there has a lot of fun reading it! also, although this fic doesn't really have anything to do with the lyrics, this song was somewhat inspired by not my fault by renee rapp and megan thee stallion. <3.
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It was the first day of orientation at Seoul University, and you were utterly bored. 
You were sitting on a bench outside of the campus auditorium, people-watching as you waited for the opening ceremony to start. It was a hot day with the sun beating down on everyone, prompting an array of glistening foreheads and crinkling water bottles. There was a line of cars in front of you, people getting out with eager smiles and a mischievous glint in their eyes as they stepped onto the concrete, admiring what would be their home for the next four or more years. Your ears were filled with the excited chatter of hundreds of people, meeting new friends and catching up with old ones.
You sat there, the sun warming your skin, looking for something or someone interesting while you waited for orientation to begin. 
You watched as a pairing, presumably mother and daughter, pulled up in a sleek car. They got out, and the mother began taking pictures of the daughter. The daughter looked around the campus with a wide grin on her face.
You looked away, taking a sip from your hydroflask. A boy wearing a shirt with your school's mascot. Boring. A congregation of girls who were so obviously here for sorority life, you almost laughed. 
A tall, dark-haired woman, with blue highlights, bangs, and thick, black-rimmed glasses, surrounded by a group of people.
You raised an eyebrow. That was interesting.
There were people crowded around her. Guys. Girls. Some, you presumed, were family. They all seemed to have their eyes on her.
You wondered why. As she talked, you studied her.
Her lips were moving, her facial expressions soft and open. Her voice was quiet, though, and you couldn't hear her words. She was pretty, extremely pretty, with luscious lips and a full nose. You liked her eyes the best. They were dark brown, but when the light caught them, they shined. 
She had a smile on her face, her head tilted, her hair cascading over her shoulders. It looked like a scene from a movie, her standing there, the wind blowing through her hair, the sun shining on her features.
She was laughing now, at something one of the guys had said. It was nice to watch. It made you feel warm. You smiled.
And then the girl looked at you.
You looked away, trying to pretend like you were not staring. But after a few moments, you stole a glance back. Her eyes were on you, her brow furrowed, a look of confusion on her face.
You blushed, feeling embarrassed. You looked down, staring at your nails.
“Holy shit it’s hot out here. If I pass out, I’m suing the school for child endangerment, because it is absolutely insane that we're still out here. Take your stupid water”
You looked up. Your friend, Lusher, was standing there, her hair frizzy, her makeup done, outstretching her hand to offer you the water bottle you told her to fetch,  and dramatically holding her other hand to her forehead.
You laughed, grabbing the water bottle. “Thanks, but I don’t think you can sue them for child endangerment if you’re not a minor, Lush.”
“I may not be a minor, but there are definitely some here. I’m just advocating for them! We need to make sure that children have a voice.”
You laughed, uncapping the bottle and taking a drink.
Lusher plopped down next to you. She looked around, scanning the place as you did. The attractive girl you were previously admiring was still standing there, laughing and chatting with others, people flocking to her like a moth to a flame. So, you did the only logical thing that a woman would do in your position—gossip to your friend about it. You tapped your friend on your shoulder repeatedly. She looked at you, an eyebrow raised.
You nod your head in the direction of the girl, and her eyes follow. You could practically see her mind whirring.
"Well, hello there. Who is that?" Lusher said, wiggling her eyebrow, a smirk on her lips.
"I don't know!" you said, throwing your arms out. "That's what I was gonna ask you."
"Not you already having a crush. It's not even our first day, yet, y/n," Lusher teased. 
"Oh shut up," you groaned.
Lusher squinted. "She does actually look a little familiar."
You shifted toward her, excited. "Really? How?" 
"Like I've seen her around campus before or something. Or maybe Instagram? I'm not sure."
You nodded, watching as the girl said something, and the group around her laughed. Lusher glanced at you, observing your staring, and laughed.
"What are you even doing you stalker? Go talk to her!" she insisted, nudging your shoulder. 
"What!? No. No. Absolutely not. Not happening," you exclaimed, shaking your head and holding your hands up.
"Why not?" Lusher whines.
"Because there are 5,000 people surrounding her, Lush," you said, vaguely pointing at the group of people around her. "I'm not about to compete with that. No, thank you. I'll pass."
"Y/N," she groaned.
"Lusher," you replied, mocking her tone.
She huffed, rolling her eyes. You laughed.
"You're ridiculous," Lusher said.
"Thank you," you responded, a satisfied grin on your face.
You took a final sip of your water and then closed the cap. "Come on. It's almost time to go in."
You grabbed your friend's arm, pulling her up. She grumbled, and you chuckled, walking her toward the auditorium. As you walked away, you felt the gaze of a pair of shiny eyes following you. 
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Your mother groans, dropping the last box into the tiny bedroom. "That's the last one. My back is officially fucked."
"Mom, please stop swearing," you say, cringing.
"You swear all the time," she retorts.
"And where do I get that from?" you shoot back.
"You're my child. I can swear in front of you," she responds, ignoring your comment.
"Uh, no. You can't. You're old," you say, picking up one of the boxes and ripping the tape off.
"I prefer the term 'mature'," your mother corrects.
"What about 'ancient?'" you ask, faking seriousness. 
She rolls her eyes, grabbing one of your shirts and throwing it at you. You giggle, ducking to the side and letting it fall on the floor. She laughs, and you laugh too, and then you're both giggling uncontrollably. When you're laughing fit is over, you begin taking things out of another box.
The two of you spend the next few hours unpacking and organizing. You are not surprised when your mother decides that she likes her decorating ideas better, and rearranges everything.  Finally, the two of you finish, and you step back, admiring the room. Your mom puts her arm around your shoulder. 
"I think it looks good. What about you?"
You nod, smiling. "It does."
She sighs, leaning into you, and you wrap your arm around her waist.
"Are you hungry?" she asks, squeezing you tighter.
"Yeah. Starving."
"Good. Because I have some-"
The sound of your door opening cuts her off. You both turn around, and your heart leaps in your throat. Standing in the doorway is the pretty girl from the first day of orientation, wearing cargo pants and a hoodie. 
You're too stunned to speak. She's staring at you, and you're staring back. Neither of you says a word.
After what feels like a long time, your mother speaks, her voice filled with curiosity. "Hello? Can we help you?"
The girl's eyes snap to your mother, her eyebrows raising slightly.
"Oh. Uh...hi. I'm sorry. I'm Bada. Your new roommate," the girl, Bada, says, her voice soft and smooth.
"Oh, yes. You are," your mom responds, a wide grin on her face. She extends her arm. "Hi, Bada. I'm Y/N's mom. Nice to meet you."
Bada's eyes widen, and she gives you an almost nervous smile, her gaze flickering between you and your mom. She reaches her hand out and takes your mother's. "Nice to meet you, too, ma'am."
Your mother laughs. "No need to call me ma'am, dear. Please, call me by my name. And please, come in."
Bada hesitates, her gaze shifting to you, as if she's asking for permission. You smile softly, nodding your head, and she returns the gesture, entering the room.
"So, you're Y/N's new roommate. Tell me about yourself," your mother prompts, crossing her arms and leaning against the wall.
Bada's eyes flick back to you, her smile turning awkward. "Um, well, I'm from Incheon, and I'm a freshman. I'm majoring in dance," Bada says, her words sounding rehearsed.
Your mother nods. "Cool. Dance, huh? Do you perform?"
"Oh, um, yeah," Bada shuffles her feet a bit. "Sometimes. I was on the dance team back at my high school."
"Very cool. How's move-in day so far?"
"Good. Yours?"
"Great," your mother responds.
Bada's gaze turns back to you, and you shift, feeling slightly uncomfortable. Your mother seems not to notice, or she does not care.
"Are you here with your parents?" your mother asks.
"Uh, no. Just my mom and sister," Bada responds.
"I see. Where are they?"
"Getting dinner," Bada replies, her voice still soft.
"Ah," your mother says. She glances between the two of you, a knowing look in her eyes. "Well, I suppose I'll leave you two to get to know each other. It was nice meeting you, Bada."
"You too, Mrs. Y/L/N."
"Please, dear, call me by my first name," your mother responds, reaching out and touching Bada's shoulder.
Bada smiles, and then your mother exits the room, leaving the two of you alone.
"Nice meeting you," Bada says, her tone polite.
"Nice meeting you too, Bada," you reply.
A moment passes. The tension is palpable. You can tell she's unsure of what to do, or say.
"Do you, uh, need help bringing your stuff in?" you ask, breaking the silence.
"Oh, no. I'm fine," she responds.
"Okay," you reply.
More silence. Bada is still looking at you, her expression guarded. You clear your throat, rubbing the back of your neck awkwardly.
"Is, um, this okay? Am I, uh, being a nuisance or anything?" you ask, choosing to stare at the wall behind her.
"Huh?"
"I mean, I can leave if I'm making you uncomfortable or anything. I don't want to be a bother," you say, shuffling your feet.
"No. No. Not at all," she replies, shaking her head.
"Oh, okay. Good," you respond, smiling.
She does not return the gesture. Her eyes are still on you, and her body is tense. You wonder if she's afraid of you, or something.
"So," you begin, clasping your hands together. "I guess I'll show you to your side of the room, then."
"Oh, um, okay," she replies, her voice still quiet.
"Here. Let me help you with that," you offer, stepping forward and grabbing one of her suitcases.
"No thank you. I've got it," she says, pulling the bag back.
"Okay. Whatever makes you comfortable," you say, letting go.
She drags the suitcase across the floor and sets it on the empty bed.
"I hope you don't mind. I didn't really get much choice in the furniture department. You're lucky you got the bigger bed," you say, laughing nervously.
"No, it's okay. Thank you," she replies, a tight smile on her lips.
"No problem," you respond, rocking back and forth on your heels.
Another moment of awkward silence passes. Bada begins unzipping the suitcase, taking out folded clothes and laying them on her bed.
"Can I, uh, get you anything? Like, some water or snacks or something?"
"No thank you. That's very kind, though," she says, her back turned to you.
"Okay. Cool. If you need anything, let me know. I'm always here," you respond, smiling.
"I'll keep that in mind," she replies, not looking at you.
"Well, okay. I'll just...leave you to it, then," you say, and then turn around and go sit at your desk, deciding not to push her.
You pull your laptop out, placing it on the desk, and log onto the college's wifi. You lean back in your chair, alternating between reading your syllabi and watching as she unloads her belongings. She has a lot of things. Clothes, books, shoes, accessories, makeup. She even has a large speaker system, which is surprising, considering the small dorm.
After a while, Bada stops, having finally finished unpacking. She stretches her arms above her head, revealing a tiny sliver of her stomach and the waistband of her boxers. Your cheeks burn, and you quickly look away.
"Hey, y/n?"
"Hm?" you ask, spinning around.
"Do you know where the bathroom is?" she asks.
"Oh, yeah. It's just down the hall," you reply, pointing to the door.
"Okay. Thank you," she says, standing up and leaving the room.
You sigh, and then get up, going over and plopping down on your bed. You could not get a read on this woman. When you saw her at orientation, she seemed so open, so friendly, so charismatic. But, right now, it was like you were talking to a wall. You couldn't help but feel a bit peeved. You wanted her to at least like you a little bit, or even tolerate you, but she was barely willing to even talk to you.
You shake your head, clearing your thoughts. Maybe she was just tired, or had a bad day. That's probably it. That had to be it. Which, is fine. You were her roommate. You had a year to become friends. You'd be fine. 
You pull out your phone, deciding to scroll through social media. After a few minutes, Bada returns and sits on her bed.  
"Did you find it?" you ask, not looking up.
"Yep," she replies.
"That's good," you start, sitting up and scooting toward the edge of your bed. "Hey, I was thinking, since we're gonna be roommates and all, we should get to know each other, ya know?"
Bada turns, a blank expression on her face.
"So, dance," you continue. "What's that like?"
Bada's face changes, the guarded look falling away, replaced with an excited smile. "Dancing? Oh, it's wonderful. I've loved dancing for as long as I can remember," Bada gushes, her eyes lighting up. "I've been doing it my whole life. My mom and sister dance, too, actually."
You grin, her excitement contagious. "That's great. How many of you are dancers?"
"Just the three of us. Me, my mom, and my sister. Well, actually, my mom is retired now, and she's teaching classes at the studio," Bada continues, her smile growing wider.
"That's amazing," you respond, leaning forward. "Do you all perform together?"
"All the time. My mom owns a studio, and she teaches there. We teach classes and choreograph, and then, when we have enough students, we'll have shows," Bada answers, her voice becoming softer, and less animated.
"That sounds really cool. Do you, like, teach little kids and stuff?"
"Oh, no. Not really. I mean, we do, but only if a student's parents ask. Our main audience is teens, and adults," she explains.
"Wow," you say, nodding. "That's awesome. I can't imagine what that's like."
"It's a lot of fun," Bada replies, her eyes sparkling.
"What about your dad? Is he a dancer, too?"
"My father's not in the picture," Bada says, her eyes dimming a bit.
"Oh, uh, I'm sorry," you mumble, suddenly feeling awkward.
"It's alright," Bada responds, her tone flat.
"Well, anyway, that's cool," you say, changing the subject. "What's the studio like?"
"It's really nice. We have a small space,  but it's cozy," she says, her eyes regaining some of their previous luster. "We've got a lot of mirrors and equipment, and the lights are low."
"Really? God, what you do sounds so cool."
"You think so?" Bada asks, her eyebrows raised.
"Totally. I'm kinda jealous," you admit.
"Thanks. It's nice to hear someone say that," she replies, grinning.
"Anytime," you say, returning the gesture.
The two of you lapse into a comfortable silence, and you lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling.
Suddenly, your phone pings, and you glance at the screen. It's a text message from Lusher.
Lush: hey u ready for ur first college party???
Y/N: no lol i'm exhausted from setting up.
Lush: oh come on. im trying to meet some cute guys here. dont make me go alone
Y/N: haha i'm gonna stay in tonight. maybe tomorrow or next weekend
Lush: boo. well, the invitation is always open. if u change ur mind, come find me.
Y/N: ok will do. ttyl
"Is that your mom?" Bada asks, interrupting your thoughts. 
"Huh?"
"Your phone," she clarifies, motioning to the device in your hand.
"Oh, no, just a friend from high school, Lusher. She goes here," you explain, sliding your phone onto your bedside table. "She was trying to invite me to a party to scout out the scene for boys."
"Ah," Bada replies, turning her attention back to her side of the room.
"But there's no way I'm going tonight. I'm way too tired after all of that packing," you continue, lying down.  
"Understandable," Bada replies, not looking at you.
"So, I'm pretty hungry? Wanna go to the dining hall and get some food, or something?" you ask. 
"No thank you. I think I'm just going to take a nap," she says, scooting under her covers and turning her body toward the wall. 
"Oh, okay. Alright," you say, feeling a bit disappointed.
It seems like you are back to square one. You sigh, and then turn around, facing the wall. This was going to be a long year. You reach for your headphones, plugging them into your phone, and put on a playlist, trying to ignore the slight ache in your chest. You were not sure why, but, for some reason, it hurt. You shake your head, pushing the feeling down. No, you were not upset. You were not going to be upset. Everything was going to be fine with time. You stand up, grabbing your backpack, and then exit the room, closing the door quietly behind you. The least you could do was give her some privacy. Maybe she needed some time to adjust to sharing a room with someone. 
You enter the elevator, pressing the button for the ground floor, and try to clear your head. No. Things would get better. She would warm up. You just needed to be patient. The elevator dings, and the doors open, and you step out, walking toward the cafeteria. You just needed to wait. She would come around. You were sure of it.
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Your alarm blares loudly. You groan, rolling over and snoozing it. The sun is barely up. You feel like a zombie.
You reach over and grab your phone. 7:30 am. Time for a run.
You slowly slide out of bed, wincing at the cold floor. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you glance around the room. It looks exactly the same, except for the fact that your roommate is gone.
You yawn, stretching, and then walk over to her bed. The sheets are perfectly tucked, the pillows arranged neatly, and the blanket is smoothed out. She must have made her bed before leaving. You frown.
"I wonder what time she wakes up," you murmur, running a hand over the blanket.
You throw on some clothes, put your earbuds in, and stretch, before leaving the room.
As you walk through the hallway, your thoughts are still hazy with sleep. You have never been a morning person. But, running helps.
You take the elevator down to the lobby, and then exit the building, jogging onto the sidewalk. A cool breeze whips your hair around. You shiver, pulling the drawstrings of your hoodie tight.  After a few minutes, you find a nice rhythm, your breathing steadying, the music calming your nerves.  You pass the same few people, most of them in a similar state as you. Groggy. Disheveled. Exhausted. After 30 minutes, you start feeling warm. Your heart is pounding, and your chest is heaving. You slow to a walk, and then stop, resting against a tree. 
You close your eyes and listen to the birds, the leaves, the wind. It's nice. Calming.
"Y/n?" a familiar voice asks. 
Your eyes snap open, and you turn. A woman is standing there, a shocked look on her face.
Oh no, you think, once you realize who it is."Aiki?" 
"Woah, I knew it was you," Aiki says, her eyes wide. 
"Yeah," you chuckle awkwardly, scratching the back of your neck.
"What are you doing here?" Aiki asks, her mouth hanging open.
"I go here now. I'm a student. I have clases here," you overexplain
"Wow, okay," Aiki says, taking a breath. "So, how have you been? What are you studying? What's been going on with you? God, y/n, it's been forever."
"Yeah, it has. Um, I've been good. Just, ya know, moving and stuff so far. Haven't declared a major yet, though," you respond, feeling taken aback by her excitement.
"I see. Well, I actually have to go, but we should totally hang out. Maybe have coffee sometime, or something. Catch up," Aiki suggests, her eyes sparkling.
"Sure, yeah, that sounds great," you say, nodding.
"Cool, well, I'll see you around," Aiki says, a smirk on her face.
"See ya," you reply, waving as she turns and jogs off.
You stare after her, a strange feeling in your stomach. You had not seen Aiki since junior year of high school, when the two of you were forced to go on a trip with the rest of your class. During that week, the two of you became close, and, by the end, you were basically inseparable. The two of you spent the entire week attached at the hip, going sightseeing, exploring, and, on the last night, you even kissed her. It was a perfect week. And then, after the trip was over, you never spoke again. She transferred schools, and the two of you lost contact. And now, here she is, back in your life.
You shake your head, chuckling softly. It is almost too much. First, your hot roommate, and now, Aiki. The universe is messing with you.
You start walking again, continuing your route. You run for another hour, the sun now fully risen. Your skin is glowing with sweat, and you can't help but smile. You are feeling great.
You stop by the showers, washing up, and then head to the cafeteria. The line is long, and, despite the early hour, it is packed. You grab a tray, loading it with eggs, bacon, sausage, pancakes, and a glass of orange juice.
"Oh my god, save some for the rest of us," a voice exclaims from behind you. 
You turn, startled, finding Lusher behind you, grinning.
"Jesus, Lush, you scared me," you say, shaking your head.
"Sorry, didn't mean to, but seriously, I'm starving. Move faster," she complains, her eyes falling to your full plate.
"What are you even doing here so early? It's Saturday. You're never up at this time," you question, raising an eyebrow.
"The beds here suck. Couldn't stay asleep."
"So, you just came here?"
"Duh. They have free breakfast," she responds, her eyes wide.
"Right," you reply, not convinced.
"I'm serious. Besides, it's not like there's anything else to do this early on a Saturday," she adds.  
"Okay, whatever," you say, rolling your eyes. 
"So, how was the rest of the move-in? Is your roomate cool?" Lusher questions.
"Actually," you begin. "You'd never guess who my roommate is."
"Who?" she prompts. 
"The hot girl I saw at orientation."
"No. Shut. Up," she responds, her eyes widening.
"I'm not kidding. Her name is Bada. She's a dance major."
"Holy shit, no wonder she looked familiar when I saw her. I think I've seen her around dance competitions and showcases."
"You have?"
"Yeah, a few times. She's really good. Damn," Lusher says, shaking her head.
"Well, I wish she'd open up more," you say, frowning.
"Why? Is she mean or something?"
"No, I mean, I'm not sure. She's kind of quiet. I'm not really sure how to describe it. She's not super friendly or anything, and we haven't talked a lot," you respond. 
"Hmm, that's weird. I have a few dance friends who've interacted with her before. From what I've been told she's super nice."
"I guess. Anyway, she's not really interested in being my friend, which is fine. But, it's weird, 'cause it seems like she's super popular. She knows a ton of people. I don't get why she's so weird around me."
"Maybe she's nervous or something. I mean, you're kinda cute, after all."
"Shut up, no, I'm not," you deny, rolling your eyes.
"Whatever you say, y/n," Lusher smirks.
"You're crazy," you mutter, grabbing a juice box. 
"Well, I hope you can change her mind. She's definitely cute."
"Thanks, Lush," you respond, not really meaning it.
The two of you grab seats near the windows. The food is mediocre, but your stomach is full and that's all that matters. You spend the next few hours chatting with Lusher about school, classes, and other things. Deciding you've had enough of the dining hall, you take Lusher to your dorm room, wanting to show her what your side of the room looks like. However, as soon as you open the door, you are met with the sight of Bada's side of the room-empty side of the room. Her bed is still perfectly made, and her closet is shut tight, and the desk is cleared off. Her things are gone, as if she was never there.
"What the hell?" you mutter, your eyes darting around the room.
"What's going on?" Lusher says, peering over your shoulder from the hallway.
"My roommate," you start.
"Bada, right?"
"Yeah. All her stuff is gone. Did she transfer or something?"
"Wait, what? Let me see," Lusher says, squeezing into the room and past you.
She scans the room, her eyebrows furrowed. "Are you sure you weren't hallucinating her? Or having a strange wet dream?"
"Shut up. I'm serious. Look. Her bed is still made, and her side of the closet is completely empty," you insist, pointing.
"Well, maybe she's at class or something. Are you sure she's not just hanging out somewhere?"
"Why would she be? Class doesn't start for a couple days. And why would all of her stuff be gone?"
"Maybe she's one of those crazy studious types who starts early. And she has a very meticulous study routine that requires her room to be completely rid of stuff." Lusher suggests, shrugging.
"Who in the world would do all of that?"
"Someone who's organized. Maybe a person with OCD? A really anal-retentive neat freak?"
"That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard."
"Hey, you asked," Lusher says, throwing her hands up in defense.
You're about to curse at her, when your phone vibrates. It's a text from the college housing office.
"What is it?" Lusher asks.
"It's from the housing office. They want to see me about a roommate complaint," you read aloud, frowning.
"Roomate complaint? That's weird. Why would they call you instead of her?"
"Maybe they're not able to get a hold of her. I don't know. I'm not sure," you say, scrolling through the message.
"Well, whatever, go find out. We can talk more later."
"You're not coming?"
"No, I'm tired. Gotta catch some Z's. Go figure this out."
"Fine. I'll talk to you later, then."
"Later, loser," she responds, before walking away.
You sigh and exit the building, beginning your walk to the housing office.
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"Hello? Anyone here?" you call, stepping inside.
"Ah, hello," a voice responds.
A man walks up, an overly friendly smile on his face. He extends his hand, initiating a handshake. 
"Hi. I'm y/n," you start, shaking his hand. "I received a message saying you wanted to talk to me about a roommate complaint?"
He nods. "Yes, yes, of course. Please, follow me."
He gestures to a door, and you follow him into a small office. He motions for you to sit down, and you do, the chair squeaking loudly.
"Now, let's see," he begins, studying a piece of paper. "You're living in the new dorms, correct?"
"Yup," you confirm. "The one with the fancy bathrooms."
"Right, yes. So, your roommate is a Ms. Bada Lee?"
"Yes, that's her."
He sighs, letting the paper fall onto his desk. Clasping his hands together, he asks, "And, is there a problem between the two of you?"
You shift in your seat, suddenly uncomfortable."I mean, not really. I haven't seen her since Friday morning. Why do you ask?"
The man clears his throat. "We received a notice from her this morning, stating that she no longer wanted to reside in her dorm with you. She requested a room transfer and had all her things moved out into another room."
Your heart sank. This had to be a joke
"I'm sorry, but...what? Why? Why would she do that? I barely know her," you protest, shaking your head.
"Unfortunately, the decision has already been made, and the paperwork has been processed," the man replies, a sympathetic look on his face.
"But, this doesn't make any sense," you insist, leaning forward in your seat. "I haven't done anything wrong."
"I'm afraid the reasons are confidential, as is standard practice. All I can tell you is that the decision was made by the student, and we must abide by it."
You fall back in your chair, scowling. "This isn't right."
"I apologize, Ms. y/n, but there's nothing we can do. I'll inform the RA's and staff to expect you for a new room assignment. You likely won't get a new roommate until next semester, though. Otherwise, we're done here. "
"Alright, thank you," you mutter, standing up and heading to the door.
"Thank you for your cooperation," he calls.
You slam the door and storm off, furious. This is complete bullshit. What could you have done yesterday that was so bad that Bada would request a room change and make a complaint? 
As you walk back to the dorm, a thousand thoughts race through your head. Were you too loud the first night? Too pushy? Did you say something offensive or insult her?
You rack your brain, trying to remember if you said or did anything wrong, but nothing comes to mind. There was the one moment when you asked about her father, and she seemed a bit upset, but was that really it? Surely she couldn't have built resentment for you after that one, small slip-up. You even apologized to her. 
Maybe she just thought you were annoying? You're as confused as ever, and, pissed off. Whatever the issue was, there was no way it was significant enough for her to go directly to the housing office. She could have spoken to you about it, and you could have worked something out but didn't give you the chance. From the moment you met her, she didn't give you a chance. And now you probably have some sort of criminal-esque record with the housing office because of it. Great.
When you arrive back at the dorm, you go straight to your bed, laying down and burying your face into the pillows.
"God damnit," you mumble, your frustration overwhelming.
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The rest of the day was relatively uneventful, with you alternating between fuming, moping, and ranting to Lusher about the incident with Bada. The more you thought about it, the more irritated you felt. Why did such a sexy person have to suck so bad?
Despite the annoyance, you decided not to focus on the issue, opting instead to hang out with Lusher and your other friends. By Sunday night, however, your emotions had shifted back to sadness, and you were once again moping about the incident.
Before you knew it, it was Monday morning, and time for classes. You were excited, yet anxious, about the beginning of the school year. Despite the rocky start, you were determined to make the most of it. 
Currently, you're in your last class of the day, bored out of your mind. You're supposed to be taking notes, but your professor lost your attention halfway through the lecture. You fix your gaze on the window, where raindrops are running down the glass. It was cloudy and grey outside, and you could see a flash of lightning in the distance.
"And that concludes our lesson. Don't forget to check your emails because I will be sending you a reading assignment. Class dismissed." 
The sound of people packing up their things and moving around causes you to snap out of your trance. You quickly gather your own materials and head out the door.
On the way back to the dorm, the sky opens up, and it starts pouring. You pick up the pace, wanting to avoid getting soaked. As you approach the entrance to your building, you slow down, spotting Bada walking toward you. She looks just as unhappy to be out in the rain as you are, her arms wrapped tightly around her torso, her hood hanging over her face.  
Uh oh, you think, not expecting to see her.
"Um, hi," you stammer, attempting to appear friendly.
She stops in her tracks, eyeing you cautiously. "Uh, hey," she says, her tone cold.
You cross your arms. "So, um, how's your day been?"
"Fine," she replies curtly.
"Cool," you reply. "Enjoying your new room?"
"It's okay," she says, shrugging.
"That's nice," you respond, not sounding sincere. 
An uncomfortable, but at this point, familiar, silence follows. You couldn't believe she wasn't taking this as an opportunity to apologize or explain what happened. If she weren't so tall and admittedly intimidating, you'd do something petty, like snatch the hood off of her head. Or pin her down until she fesses up. Or throw something at her pretty face to remind her that—yes, you are hot, but that doesn't mean you can escape consequences! But you're too gracious and realistic to do any of that, so you take the peaceful (though painful) route. 
"Well, I should get inside, I don't want to get too wet," you state.
"Okay, yeah," she replies, giving you a curt nod.
"Uh, have a good day," you say, turning around and heading toward the door.
"Thanks, you too," she calls out.
She walks past you, and you can't help but turn around, watching her retreating figure. "What a weirdo," you mutter under your breath, heading up the stairs. 
You hurry into the building, letting out a breath you didn't realize you were holding.
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Three months into the semester, you begin to hear Bada's name everywhere. Apparently, within the short time period, she's taken your school's dance team far and has gained quite a bit of attention for it. You're not surprised, given her athletic build and seemingly graceful demeanor. However, this has come with a price, and now, wherever you go, she seems to be there, her presence almost a constant. Similarly to when you first saw her at orientation, many people flock to her, and you hear a number of girls gossiping about how cool and attractive she is. With that, you begin to hear the rumors.
You've heard a lot of things about Bada, some good and some not-so-good. For example, you've heard that she's an excellent dancer and extremely talented. She's also very outgoing, sweet, and has a large group of friends. On the other hand, it seems as if she's built up a reputation for herself. You've heard people calling her a player and a flirt. Others have claimed that she sleeps with women just for fun, never sticking with anyone for too long.
You aren't sure what to believe, but you do know that your opinion of her is low. You still have no idea why she changed rooms and never gave you a straight answer, despite the numerous attempts you've made. In the beginning, you'd attempt to strike up conversations and casually ask her about it, but she would either ignore you or give you a short, vague response. You eventually stopped asking, knowing it was futile. Even when the two of you pass each other in the hallway, her eyes never meet yours, and you swear you can feel the disdain radiating from her.
But it's impossible to completely ignore her because, again, she is loved by many. To make matters worse, Lusher joined the dance team. Meaning, every time you visit Lusher during practice, Bada's there. Lusher tells you that she's a great teammate, but you aren't so sure. After all, you've only spoken a handful of words to her, and they haven't been particularly welcoming.
It's one of those days when you find yourself sitting on the bleachers, observing the dance team. You've come to watch Lusher, and you have to admit, the other dancers are amazing. However, your eyes always drift back to Bada. As much as you try to stop it, you can't help it. She's just so...stunning. She's wearing a tank top, showing off her arms, and baggy pants. Her hair is tied back in a bun, accentuating her features, and she has a serious, focused expression on her face.
You bite your lip, watching as she moves across the floor, her body flowing with the music. It's like she's gliding, and it's mesmerizing. You've never seen someone dance with such strength and power. You've been a fan of dance for a while, and you've never seen anything like it.
As the song comes to an end, everyone strikes a final pose. You watch Bada, her chest heaving, a thin layer of sweat on her forehead.
You grab your water bottle, suddenly thirsty, and take a drink. You're still staring at her, and she glances in your direction. Shit.
You look away, hoping she didn't notice you watching her.
Lusher unfreezes herself from her ending pose and immediately comes running up to you.
"So, what did you think? Wasn't that awesome?" she asks, excitement evident on her face.
"Yeah, it was great. You guys were incredible," you compliment.
"Aw, thanks," Lusher beams. "You should come to more of our practices. They're a lot of fun."
"Yeah, maybe," you agree, noncommittally.
"Actually, do you mind coming to the locker room with me? I need to change, and we can grab something to eat afterward."
"Yeah, sure," you agree.
Lusher gives you a big hug, causing you to laugh. "Thanks, y/n," she smiles.
You follow her into the locker room, and she changes out of her sweaty clothes. You lean against the wall, tapping away on your phone.
"You can look, y/n, I'm not shy," Lusher teases, her shirt pulled up and bra strap undone.
"I know, but, I don't want to be a pervert," you giggle.
Lusher laughs. "You already are one, and I've accepted that fact a long time ago."
You pick up one of her spare pants, throwing at her.
"Hey!" she cries, feigning annoyance.
You smirk. "Sorry."
She rolls her eyes. "I forgive you."
You glance around the room, taking in your surroundings. You've never been in here before, and it's kind of fascinating. 
"Where's the bathroom in here?" you ask.
"Down the hall, to the left," she informs.
"Alright, I'm gonna go pee," you announce.
"Okay," she says, not looking away from her locker. 
"Be right back," you call, exiting the room.
You walk down the hall and open the bathroom door, making your way inside. You go to the first stall, shutting the door behind you. You take care of business, and as you're finishing up, you hear the sound of footsteps, and voices, entering the room. 
Not paying them much mind, you flush the toilet, standing up and zipping your pants. Until you here something that freezes you in your spot.
"Lusher's friend is pretty cute. Your type," a voice says.
"I guess," another, deeper, voice responds.
"Don't be so indifferent, Bada, she is pretty hot," the first voice chides.
"She's alright," Bada says, nonchalantly.
"Why not? It's not like she'd say no," the first voice presses.
"I'm not really interested, Tatter. She's good-looking but, I'm not attracted to her. At all. Not worth my time." Bada says.
You're stunned. 
"Really?" Tatter asks.
"Yes. Really." Bada says, firmly. 
You feel a rush of anger. She has every right to not find you attractive, but you can't help feeling insulted. Did she have to be so adamant about it?
"Well, damn," Tatter chuckles.
"Sorry to burst your bubble," Bada shrugs.
"No, it's cool," Tatter assures.
"Let's head out, the others are waiting for us," Bada suggests.
"Yeah, sure," Tatter agrees.
Their voices fade away, and their footsteps become more distant. You step out of the stall, making your way toward the sink. You glance at your reflection in the mirror. You look tired and upset because, well you are.
The more you think about it, the more things start to make sense. No wonder why Bada has been so aloof and unfriendly with you. She didn't find you attractive, and henceforth decided that you weren't 'worth her time.' But what kind of shallow thinking was that? You had plenty of things to offer. Your personality, wit, intelligence, humor, and a bunch of other things. So, what did it matter if she found you physically attractive?
You splash some water on your face, trying to wash away your frustration.
It's settled. You didn't want anything to do with her. She had no right to dismiss you, and, as a result, you didn't have to treat her nicely, either. Two can play that game.
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You managed to go the rest of the school year without interacting with Bada. You saw her in passing and heard her name plenty of times, but you largely succeeded in your efforts to avoid her. For the most part, you didn't even think about her. Except, of course, when you got your new roommate after winter break, who was much friendlier, but ridiculously messy and, to be quite frank, annoying. Although this turn-out was not directly Bada's fault, throughout your 2nd semester you laid awake at night, cursing the tall sexy mean woman, as your roommate blasted Bhad Bhabie songs into the early hours of the morning. 
It's a new year now, though. And luckily, you do not have to worry about roommate troubles, because you you've gotten an apartment with Lusher. It's tiny and run-down, but incredibly close to campus, and after the issues you had your first year, you're just grateful that you're rooming with someone you actually get along with. 
Knowing that, you're excited to see what your second year will bring you. You walk to your first class of the day, which is, unfortunately, an 8 a.m. English class. 
You make it to the classroom, finding an open seat near the middle. You sit down, pulling out a notebook and pen.
As the seats fill, the professor begins his lecture, and the class starts.
However, about ten minutes into class, the door opens, and someone walks in. You look up, and your heart drops.
Bada is standing in the doorway, her expression unreadable.
"So sorry to interrupt. I'm late," she says.
"It's okay, take a seat. We're just starting," the professor replies.
Bada's eyes scan the room, and when she spots you, she frowns. You look away, pretending like you didn't notice.
She continues to stand there, looking uncomfortable, before she decides to walk further into the classroom. The professor stops talking and looks at her.
"Do you have a seat yet?" he asks.
"Uh, not yet," Bada stutters.
"Take a seat anywhere, we're getting started," the professor responds, continuing his lecture.
You hear the sound of footsteps approaching, and when you look back, Bada is walking towards the empty seat next to you. She sits down, dropping her backpack, and your heart races.
"Can I borrow a pen?" she asks, her voice soft.
"Sure," you mumble, handing her a pen.
"Thanks," she mutters, writing something down.
Your heart is beating out of your chest. She's sitting next to you. Why is she sitting next to you? Is she doing this on purpose? Maybe she has some sort of vendetta against you. You're not sure.
You try your best to focus on the professor, but it's difficult. You can't help but stare at Bada, your eyes drifting down her body. You take in her attire. She's wearing a white t-shirt, a pair of baggy jeans, and a cap. Despite the simplicity of it, she looks phenomenal. It makes you want to scream.
As the professor goes on, Bada takes notes, seeming completely invested in the lecture, and you almost scoff. Who was she trying to fool? 
Once the lecture ends, you quickly pack up your stuff and rush out of the room, eager to put some distance between the two of you.
"Okay," your professor begins, clapping his hands. "If you look at the syllabus, you'll see that a big portion of your grade in this class is determined by your final project. This is a research-based assignment, and will require extensive library work. I've randomly assigned you partners to help you out, so, if you'd like, feel free to move around and meet your partners once I call out your names."
A group project? Great. Those always went well. Who was the sorry excuse for a partner you were going to—
"Y/n y/l/n and Bada Lee."
Fuck.
You feel sick. What the hell is this?
You look around the room, frantically, hoping to see someone who shares the same name. Alas, no such luck.
You see Bada shift in her seat, turning toward you, and you try your best to conceal your irritation.
"Hi," she says, quietly.
"Hey," you reply, coolly.
"I guess we're partners, huh?" she asks, a small smile on her face.
"Yep, looks like it," you respond.
"I'm, um, sorry for being late today. I had a meeting with a counselor," she explains.
"I'm not the professor, Bada. I don't care."
Bada seems taken aback by your harsh response.
"Right, um, okay."
"So, uh, do you have any ideas for the final project? I've thought of a few things," she continues.
"I haven't given it much thought," you lie, knowing that you'd spent the majority of last night planning and organizing your entire project.
"Oh," she says, disappointed. "That's okay, we can talk about it some more."
"Sure," you shrug, standing up and grabbing your stuff. "I've got to get to my next class, so, I'll see you later."
You quickly pack up your items and rush out of the room, eager to put some distance between the two of you.
"Y/n, wait!"
You freeze.  
"Your phone number," Bada says, jogging up behind you. 
You turn around, eyeing her cautiously. "What?" 
"Your phone number, so we can communicate," she clarifies, her tone a little more stern than it was a few seconds ago.
"Right," you mutter, fishing your phone out of your pocket and giving her your number.
"Awesome, thanks. I'll text you," she smiles, and then, to your surprise, she turns around and walks away.
You watch her leave, still confused. What just happened?
The next few days pass uneventfully, and you've been avoiding Bada like the plague. It's not difficult, given that the two of you only share one class together and remain silent the entire time. Truthfully, you weren't expecting to get anything out of Bada for this project. As soon as the professor called her name, you were resigned to the fact that you'd probably have to carry out this project yourself. Between dance and the apparent trail of girls that Bada has to deal with on a daily basis, there was no way she'd make time for it.
As a result, you were shocked when, after a week had passed you received a text message from an unknown number.
Unknown: hi! it's Bada. do you have a chance to meet up sometime? i have a few ideas for the project and wanted to talk to you about it.
You're not sure how to respond. This is the last thing you expected from her.
"Who are you texting?" Lusher asks, suddenly appearing beside you.
"What?" you ask, locking your phone.
"I was asking if you'd be home later, but you're clearly too busy texting someone to listen," Lusher laughs.
"No, I'm listening," you insist.
"Then, who are you texting?" she presses, curiously.
"No one. Just a girl," you reply.
Lusher wiggles her eyebrows. "I knew it," she giggles.
"Shut up," you laugh, smacking her arm. "It's not like that."
"Whatever you say," she teases, grabbing her jacket and slipping on her shoes.
"Are you leaving?" you ask.
"Yeah, I'm gonna go study with a few people. You coming?"
You shake your head. "No, I think I'm just gonna stay here."
"Alright, I'll see you later then," she says, waving and exiting the apartment.
You sigh, flopping down on the couch and staring up at the ceiling. You're not sure how long you lay there, but the sound of your phone vibrating snaps you out of your daze.
You grab your phone, checking your messages.
Unknown: this is y/n, right?
"Shit," you mutter, realizing that you forgot to respond.
You: Hi, sorry, it is. I got busy. Um, yeah, I have time tomorrow if you're free.
Bada: i'm available after 5 tomorrow. meet me at the library? 3rd floor?
You: Okay, sounds good.
Bada: great! see you then.
"Fuck," you whisper, tossing your phone onto the couch.
This is going to be a horrible year.
The next day, you find yourself walking into the library, coffee in hand. You check your phone, noticing that it's already 5:30 p.m.
"Crap," you whisper, picking up your pace.
You finally make it to the third floor, scanning the room for Bada. To your surprise, you spot her immediately, sitting alone at a table in the corner.
"Sorry, I'm late," you apologize, speed-walking over to her.
"It's okay," she smiles.
You pull out a chair and sit down, feeling awkward.
"So," you begin. "How are you?"
"Good," she says, quietly. She glances at your coffee cup, a frown on her face, before looking down at the items scattered across the table. 
You furrow your eyebrows, looking at the array of items in front of you. Bada's textbooks, her backpack, her phone. Two coffee cups.
"Wait," you say, realization hitting you.
"Yeah?" she asks, looking up.
"You bought me a coffee?" you state, the words sounding dumb as they come out of your mouth.
She blinks. "No."
"But, there are two coffee cups," you point out, feeling more and more confused.
"It's fine, you already bought one," she rushes out, sliding one of the coffee cups farther away from you.
"Wait, no! It's okay. I'll take it."
She stops. "Really?"
"Yeah," you nod, reaching out and grabbing the cup. "Thank you."
"Of course," she shrugs, looking embarrassed.
You pick up the cup, analyzing it, wondering if she put any poison in it. Unfortunately, you are not a chemist, and cannot decipher the contents of the beverage, so, you opt for the safer route and place the cup back down on the table.
"Did you have an idea for the project?" she asks.
"I did," you nod.
"What is it?"
"I was thinking that we could write an article. One of the prompts that was on the syllabus is an exposé, and I figured that it'd be easy to do a deep dive into the school's athletic program."
"Huh, that's interesting," she replies, a thoughtful look on her face.
"Interesting, good or interesting, bad?"
"Interesting, good. I like the idea. How far did you want to go into detail with it?"
"Well, I was hoping we could focus on the women's athletic department. Have you heard anything about them?" you ask.
"A lot. I hear my friends complain a lot," she says.
"About what?"
"So much. The coaches are demanding and strict and don't give the players don't get enough breaks. They don't get as much funding as the men's athletic program, either."
Disappointing but not surprising. "Is there a particular sport or athlete that stands out to you?"
"Um," she starts, a slight blush covering her cheeks.
"Yes?"
"I know a couple of basketball players. The captain, Doyeon, is really good, and I talk to her a lot. She'd probably be willing to help us out. They have a big game coming up, and their coach is going crazy because the school isn't giving them as much access to facilities as they did for the men's team. The basketball players were forced to practice outside, and the coaches are furious."
You can't hide your shock at this. Although you knew the women's team had it rough, you didn't realize there was so much drama happening behind the scenes. "Wow, that's...a mess. Did you want to talk to her about it? I'd love to meet her and get her perspective."
"Yes, definitely," she nods. "They should be practicing tomorrow. We can go watch them and interview her after. Would that work?"
"Sounds good," you agree, mentally making a note to cancel your plans tomorrow. You raise your coffee cup to your lips, momentarily forgetting about the possible dangers, and take a sip.  The moment the liquid touches your tongue, you are hit with a profusion of tastiness. It's sweet and delicious and everything you could have ever dreamed of. It's exactly the type of drink you'd order yourself. You glance over at Bada, seeing her watching you nervously, and decide to speak up.
"This is really good," you praise, taking another sip.
She smiles. "You like caramel lattes, right?" she asks. 
"Um, yes," you respond, confused. "How'd you know that?"
"Just, um, a lucky guess," she replies awkwardly, avoiding eye contact. 
You raise an eyebrow at this. Crap, you think. She must've put some sort of poison in here that mimics the taste of your favorite coffee flavor. You're screwed, but it's too late. You might as well enjoy the coffee. You take one last sip, savoring the flavor, then set it down. 
"Alright, well, I have some notes I want to go over, if that's alright," you say, pulling out your laptop.
"Okay," she replies, also taking out her laptop.
The two of you spend the next hour discussing the project, both of you getting lost in your own thoughts. By the time you're done, it's nearly eight o'clock, and the sun is setting.
"We should probably head back now," you state, packing up your items.
"Yeah, we should," she agrees, standing up.
The two of you walk out of the library, the campus quiet and dark.
"I'll see you tomorrow," she says, walking toward her car.
"Yep," you reply, waving and heading towards yours.
Once inside, you turn on the car, blasting the air conditioning. You turn on the radio, trying to distract yourself from the heat outside. 
"And in other news, the women's basketball team is still having trouble securing proper facilities. According to sources close to the team, the coach is frustrated and the players are exhausted.
"In other sports news, the football team is preparing for its season-opener against their rivals, the..."
You groan, turning off the radio and focusing on the road. Your stomach growls, and you realize that you haven't eaten anything since lunch. You consider stopping somewhere, but decide against it. You'll just eat when you get back to the apartment.
As you drive home, you think about the last few hours you spent with Bada. She was...interesting, to say the least. Today, she seemed more responsive to you than she had previously. In the past, she had mostly ignored you, rarely speaking to you unless necessary. Today, though, she'd been engaging and helpful. Perhaps, it was just because she cared about getting a good grade on this project. Once it's over, she'll probably return to her normal, snide self. That was okay with you, though. As long as she was cooperative while you worked on the project, you couldn't care less what she thinks of you or how she treats you afterward.
You park your car, heading up the stairs to the apartment, your mind wandering. Despite your best efforts, Bada is starting to worm her way into your head. It's stupid. You're being ridiculous.
This was going to be a long semester.
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"I think I'm going to fall asleep."
Bada turns to you, raising an eyebrow. "Oh, please. You've never seen the game before. This is just the warm-up."
You glare at her. "It's been two hours," you point out.
"Yes, and the game hasn't even started yet," she says, matter-of-factly.
"I hate you," you grumble, crossing your arms. 
"You know you're the one who suggested we research a sports team, right?" 
"Shut up," you mutter, glaring at her.
The two of you have been sitting in uncomfortable plastic chairs for the past two hours, observing the team's practice as they ran around an outdoor basketball court under the sweltering heat. Bada was not lying about the terrible working conditions these women were put under. You didn't understand how they had the ability to exercise in these circumstances. You were dying. 
"I need a break," you declare, standing up and stretching.
"No, no, no, no. Sit," she demands, pulling on your wrist and dragging you back into your seat.
"Let me go!" you yell, struggling against her grip. Why the hell was this woman so strong? For christ's sake, she was a dancer, not a wrestler. 
"Not until the end of the game," she states, gripping tighter.
"This isn't fair!"
"Life isn't fair," she retorts.
"You're such a bitch," you seethe, finally ripping your arm from her grasp.
"So, I've been told."
"Why are we here again?" you ask, slumping in your seat. 
"Look, just try to pay attention. I'll buy you a smoothie if you stay focused," she offers.
"Deal," you say, straightening your posture and turning to watch the practice.
"And now, the final play," the coach yells, blowing a whistle.
The team scatters, moving to their positions. Doyeon, the captain, dribbles the ball down the court, passing it to another girl, who moves closer to the net. Just as she's about to shoot, the girl trips, sending the ball spiraling out of her hands and in your direction. You gasp, scrambling out of the way, but you're not fast enough. The ball hits you square in the face, causing you to yelp as you fall backward in your chair. 
"Fuck," you whine, holding your hand to your face.
"Oh, shit, are you okay?" Bada asks, kneeling down next to you.
"Do I look okay you goofball?!" you shout, removing your hand to reveal a bloodied nose.
"Ooh, ouch," she cringes.
"Are you okay?" a different voice asks, and you look up to see the woman who had tripped approaching the two of you.
"I'm fine," you mumble, feeling embarrassed.
"I'm really sorry," she apologizes, bowing her head.
"It's fine," you shrug, standing up.
"You should come see the nurse," Bada says.
"No, I'll be fine. It's not that bad," you insist, wiping away the blood.
"Are you sure?" the basketball player asks.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. It's not the first time this has happened," you explain, trying to alleviate her concern.
"What?" Bada chokes.
"Please don't ask," you sigh.
"Okay, well, I should get back," the girl says, gesturing toward the court.
"Of course. Go kick ass," you cheer, smiling.
"Thanks," she grins, running back onto the court.
You and Bada watch the girl's retreating figure. Bada then turns to you, a look of concern on her face.
"Okay, come on. Let's get you cleaned up," Bada instructs, pulling on your wrist and leading you towards to one of the entrances into the building.
"Where are we going?"
"The locker rooms," she states.
"What? No, no, no, no," you protest, planting your feet and resisting her.
"I'm not letting you sit here while your nose bleeds. Besides, the girls have to go in there eventually. We'll interview Doyeon once she comes in." she explains.
"But—"
"Who cares? Come on, let's go," she urges, tugging on your arm.
"Fine," you concede, allowing her to drag you through the building.
Once inside the locker room, Bada leads you to a sink and forces you to stand still. 
"Hold still," she commands, grabbing a paper towel and wetting it.
"What are you doing?" you ask.
"Cleaning up the blood," she responds, bringing the towel to your nose.
"Don't!" you hiss, swatting her hand away.
"You have to," she argues.
"No, I don't. I can do it myself," you retort.
"Just let me do it," she whines. "I've had to do stuff like this more times that I can count. I'm basically a professional."
"What? You having to clean up your own bloody noses? Why? Because of the amount of times you've gotten slapped in the face?"
"Hey!" she pouts.
"Well, are you going to answer the question or not?"
"Dance injuries. Now, will you let me help you?"
"Ugh, fine," you groan, rolling your eyes.
She brings the towel to your nose, gently dabbing the blood away. Her hand brushes against your cheek, sending a tingle down your spine. She's standing so close to you, her chest nearly presses into yours. You can smell her perfume, a subtle vanilla scent that seems to surround her. It's intoxicating.
When you glance up, her eyes lock with yours, and for a moment, you forget how to breathe. They're a deep brown. Warm and inviting. You've never noticed how beautiful they are. Or maybe, you just haven't had the opportunity to study them this closely.
Her fingers linger on your skin, the tips grazing over the sensitive flesh.
"There. All better," she says, throwing away the paper towel.
"Thanks," you say, clearing your throat.
"No problem," she grins.
The two of you stand in silence, neither of you wanting to move.
"So," you start, breaking the tension. "Should we, uh, wait for Doyeon here?"
"Sure," she shrugs.
"Okay, um, I'm going to, uh, sit over there," you stutter, pointing to the bench behind her.
"Okay," she says.
You awkwardly make your way to the bench and sit down, keeping a safe distance between the two of you.
"How are you feeling?" she asks.
"A little lightheaded," you admit.
"Hmm, do you want some water?" she suggests.
You think of the possibly poisoned coffee. "No, I think I'm alright," you say.
"Okay," she nods.
Another awkward silence.
"So, you, uh, have a lot of dance injuries?" you ask.
"Yeah, a few," she laughs.
"Like, what kind?"
"Oh, nothing serious. Mostly bruises and sprains. Once, I twisted my ankle, but that was ages ago," she says, waving her hand dismissively.
"Really?"
"Mm-hmm," she nods.
"How many times have you had a bloody nose?" you inquire.
"That's a secret," she grins.
"C'mon," you press.
"Nope, not telling," she shakes her head.
"You're no fun," you huff.
"I'm lots of fun. You're just not asking the right questions," she smirks.
"Like what?"
"Like.."
The locker room door opens, and a group of women walk in, all chattering excitedly. Bada looks over, her smile growing wider.
"Doyeon!" she calls, waving her hand.
You turn, spotting the captain running over to you. Her hair is tied up in a messy bun and sweat drips down her face. As worn out as she seemed, she still looked incredible. In a flash, you became hyperaware of your probably still disheveled looks as a result of your recent injury. Way to embarrass yourself in front of a pretty girl. 
"Hey, Doyeon," Bada greets, standing up and smiling at her. Doyeon outstretches her arms, enveloping Bada in a lingering, tight, hug.
"Bada! I missed you," Doyeon sighs.
"Missed you too," Bada replies.
"And who's this?" she asks, pulling away from the hug and nodding in your direction. 
"Oh, um, this is y/n, she's working with me on the project. I told you about."  
"Nice to meet you," you smile, extending a hand.
"Likewise," she replies, shaking it.
"So, are you ready to do this interview?" Bada asks, eagerness dripping in her voice.
"Yeah, let me get changed first," she replies, walking towards the lockers.
"Sure," Bada nods, watching as Doyeon disappears into the showers.
You glance over at her, her eyes still trained on where Doyeon had just disappeared. Something in your stomach sinks. 
"Oh my god," you scoff.
"What?" she asks, turning to face you.
"Don't tell me we're interviewing one of your little girlfriends," you grimace.
"She's not my girlfriend," she frowns.
"Whatever," you say, rolling your eyes.
"Seriously, y/n, we're just friends."
"With benefits?" you inquire, raising an eyebrow.
"Why does this matter so much to you, anyway?" she asks, crossing her arms.
"Because, it's my project, and I don't want it ruined because you can't keep your hormones in check," you reply, glaring at her.
"I'm not going to 'ruin' anything, alright? I'm perfectly capable of keeping my personal life separate from my school work."
"Yeah, sure, whatever," you mutter.
"God, you're so frustrating," she huffs.
"So are you," you snap.
"Well, it's a good thing this is just for a project, and you don't have to deal with me outside of class, then."
"But it's a shame I can't get rid of you sooner."
"Believe me, the feeling's mutual," she growls.
You open your mouth, ready to unleash a verbal assault, but you're cut off by the sound of footsteps. Doyeon walks up, her hair still wet, and her bag slung over her shoulder.
"You two ready?" she asks, grinning at the both of you.
"As we'll ever be," Bada sighs.
The three of you sit on the locker room bench, a small space in between each of you. Bada is scribbling something down on a piece of paper while Doyeon waits patiently.
"Alright, um, first question. How have the recent changes affected the team's practices and games?"
"Honestly, it's been pretty tough. We're used to practicing indoors, so the outdoor heat has been brutal. On top of that, we've had less access to facilities, which has made things even more difficult. All of this has taken a toll on our performance, both on and off the court."
"That's unfortunate," Bada frowns. "How have the coaches and other staff members been handling the situation?"
"Not well, honestly. They've been pretty angry and stressed. They haven't taken it out on us, but it's been noticeable. And, honestly, they have every right to be upset. This is a big change for everyone, and it's not something that was anticipated."
"I'm sorry to hear that," Bada sighs.
"Thanks," Doyeon says with a smile, placing her hand on top of Bada's.
The sight of it makes your stomach twist, and a scowl forms on your face.
"Uh, next question," you start. "Do you have any idea when the situation might improve?"
Doyeon tears her eyes away from Bada. "Hopefully soon. We can't keep playing like this. Something needs to change."
"And if nothing does?" you ask.
"Then we'll have to keep fighting. Like always," she shrugs.
"I'm proud of you guys. You've all been handling this whole situation with a lot of grace," Bada compliments.
"Well, I have a great team. Everyone has really stepped up and supported each other. We've got a lot of good people," Doyeon smiles.
"That's wonderful to hear," Bada grins.
You fight the urge to roll your eyes. 
"Anyways, let's wrap this up," you say, clapping her hands together. "Last question. Is there anything else you think is worth knowing for our project?"
"Hm, let me think," she hums, placing her finger to her chin. "I don't think there's anything..."
"Well then, I think we're done!" you announce, swiftly standing up.
"Already?" Bada asks, glancing at her watch.
"Yeah, time flies, huh?"
"I guess," she mutters. "Alright, thanks for your time, Doyeon," Bada smiles, reaching across the space and squeezing Doyeon's knee.
"Of course," she beams.
You roll your eyes again.
"Well, I'll see you later, okay?" Bada says, standing up.
"Absolutely," Doyeon agrees.
"Great," she grins.
Bada turns to face you, a forced smile plastered on her face.
"We done?"
"Yep, let's go."
You and Bada make your way out of the locker room, leaving Doyeon behind.
"That went well," Bada sighs, once the door closes.
"Sure did," you mumble, barely able to contain the sarcasm.
"I can't wait to write up the report," she exclaims, her eyes lighting up.
"It'll be nice, yeah," you say.
"Maybe after, we could—"
"I need to go," you blurt out, cutting her off.
"What?" she asks, frowning.
"I'm, uh, late. For class. Sorry."
"Oh. Okay, um, I'll see you around, I guess," she says.
"Bye," you say, rushing past her.
You're not lying. You are late for class. But not nearly as late as you're making out. You speed-walk across campus, a million thoughts racing through your mind. No wonder Bada was so eager to do this project. It was just an excuse to spend time with Doyeon. And, judging by the way the two of them interacted, it wasn't the first time they'd spent time together.
You're not exactly sure why this is bothering you so much. You knew Bada got around. Maybe it's because you're annoyed that Bada didn't tell you the truth. Or maybe it's because you feel stupid for not seeing this coming. Whatever the reason, the fact remains that you're upset, and you have no one to blame but yourself.
You make it to your lecture hall, and as quietly as possible, slip into an empty seat near the back. Your professor drones on and on about the importance of deadlines and punctuality, and you find yourself completely unable to pay attention. Instead, you replay the day's events over and over again. Each time, you cringe at the memory of how oblivious and naive you'd been.
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─── ⠀ ⠀⠀ tethered⠀ 〳 ⠀ geto suguru & kenjaku ‵
⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀( synopsis ) your husband has been acting quite strange lately.
♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — reader discretion is advised: female reader, female anatomy described, written with black reader in mind, husband!geto suguru, soft!geto, mentions of geto being a musician, i think in this geto gives off hozier vibes when it comes to being a musician, yes i describe geto as having tattoos cause who going to stop me, geto calls reader pumpkin bc it's cute (thanks alfie), sick man kenjaku, i mean geto is like briefly mentioned, so does this make this a kenjaku thing idk, partner swapping, siri play she knows by j.cole, spit kink, choking kink (but nothing too extreme), missionary position, marking kink, brief mention of oral (f.receiving), overstimulation, breeding kink, inspired by jordan peele's 'us', wc: 1.9k, minors dni !
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YOUR HUSBAND WAS COMPLETELY BREATHTAKING. The way his long black hair fell down his back in the morning when the sun was playing peek-a-boo through the curtains of your condo. Some days you found yourself tugging on those strands of hair when he took comfort between your thighs and was eager to taste you on his tongue like a piece of sweet candy. It was breathtaking how the tattoos that imprinted his skin caused your heart to skip. Especially the one behind his ear that was your initials. The cute nickname of pumpkin he would call you when he peppered your face with soft subtle kisses, the scent of him causing you to be intoxicated while giggles bounce from the back of your throat.
How gentle he was with your puppy Doberman Abel because he thought a puppy was perfect practice for a child. The way he would strum his guitar in the living room while humming a lyric from a song he had written. While also claiming he needs a quick kiss on his lips to help his creative juices flow. Your husband was like a prince charming written by a lovesick author. You couldn't ask for another husband. 
But lately, he's been acting strange.
He was coming home later than usual. He's been forgetting about date nights. His touch just became cold. You expected he was cheating, like any other partner who could feel their soulmate tugging away from them. On nights when you thought it would be perfect for doing random pops-up at the studio, he would be there when you waltz into his studio—alone, strumming his guitar and jolting down music lyrics. When he sees you, that twinkle in his eyes you knew so well lit up.
Maybe, you were overthinking.
You confided in his best friend. You were questioning if he's been noticing anything strange about Geto. No one knew him better than his best friend, Gojo Satoru.
"We went out drinking the other night, and he was his usual self. He was so excited about finishing up his album. You know how he gets when the label pushes him to wrap up a song or something." Satoru would exclaim.
That was true. Suguru’s manager has been a bit pushy about the deadline for his sophomore album.
You were overthinking. Your heart settled back to normal as the thoughts of your husband's strange behavior went away. Geto's touch no longer felt like a touch that felt like it was from a stranger. His kisses went back to feeling like you were on cloud nine.
Or so you thought?
Suguru was an excellent kisser. His kisses started soft and subtle. Like a quick peck just to see what lip gloss flavor you were wearing for the day. Then they got eager, like he had to get one quick kiss before getting tugged away for something. He'll pull you close. He'll let his large hands grasp your body like you were the most delicate doll ever. Finally, he'll strike. He'll let his lips drag across your jawline while his fingertips trace your waistline. He wanted you to beg for you to slip his hand into the comfort of your bottoms.
But for some reason, Suguru didn't even let you beg for him to feel how badly you wanted him. His hand instantly climbed into your bottoms as he was on top of you. Through the rough kissing, you could hear him let out a sigh of satisfaction. He completely indulged in the pool of wetness in between your thighs, and you eagerly spread them further apart to give him room.
You winced at the feeling of him biting your lower lip, not even having enough time to react to the pinch of blood that drew from your plush lips. Suguru took it upon himself to let his tongue lick up the blood on your lip as he was aching to taste you. 
In the back of your mind, you wondered what had gotten into your husband. The two of you did have a couple of drinks tonight during dinner, but that never had him acting too brutish. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it; the only thing you could do was indulge in his newest sexual ways. Especially when your slick was staining his guitar-playing fingertips as your fingers grasped at his hair to tug out the black scrunchie holding his hair out his face. Your fingers glide through the strands of silk, occasionally tugging at it to gain a groan from him. 
Clothes begin to vanish from your bodies with each passing second. You could hear your heart thump against your chest each time Suguru placed a kiss on your neck, which turned into nibbles. Your skin grew hotter, feeling the swelling of the hickey that formed upon your neck. Your kiss-bruised lips gasped apart when the two of you finally became one. Perfect-manicured nails pierced at Suguru’s tattooed skin feeling his cock stretch you out. His callous fingertips brush against your waist, cooing softly in that voice that makes you feel lightheaded. On a regular night, he always comforted you at a time like this. He consistently mumbled delicate words of praise like a sweet tune on a Sunday morning while his thick cock was barely inside you. 
Once again, you didn’t know what had gotten into your husband. He tugged you closer, and his hips pushed forward, bullying his cock into your drooling cunt that twitched in anticipation due to his sudden movement. He let out a hiss as if it was his first time feeling you clasp around his hardened member. His eyes traveled down to admire how your face scrunched up in pure bliss. His lips curled into a smirk before he rolled his hips at a rhythmic pace that drove the both of you insane. If only you knew. 
If only you knew the despicable deal, your husband made for the price of fame. 
You had lost track of time while the only thing that echoed in your eardrums was the lewd sound of skin slapping against each other. Geto decorated your skin with so many markings that you mentally lost count. Your breath hitched in your throat as you could feel the fiery pit in your stomach. You were so close to cumming; frankly, you didn't want it to stop. Your nails dragged across his skin like a teacher would do to a chalkboard to get her students' attention. Your tears blinded your sight, and your brain was in complete mush. Your thoughts kept spinning back to why your husband was fucking you like this? Your Suguru never let his hips ram into you so aggressively. His kisses never were so stern that they made you feel abhorred.
As if he read your mind, his hand went up to grasp at the headboard that was colliding against the wall. The sound distracted him from not only your cute whithers of a name that wasn't his but the voice in his head of the other man screaming at him to stop, that this wasn't a part of the deal.
"I'm fuckin' you like this because you're mine."
You felt like your lower half exploded when that phrase fell from his lips, letting out a long, drastic cry of pleasure. Although your drooling cunt fluttered around his cock—he wasn't finished with you yet. Your eyes looked at your husband, above you, with a look you never gave him before. It was a look with so many questions you were too exhausted to search for the answers. You watched him stick his index and middle finger inside his mouth before letting it tiptoe between your sweat-coated bodies. His fingers rubbed at your clit, and his grin grew even more sinister, watching you attempt to slither from his cock, tapping at that one spot that caused your toes to curl.
"Go ahead, let it all out." He coos while his strokes slow down to mimic your pants.
The blood rushed to his face quickly, causing his cheeks to crimson. His strands of hair stuck to his forehead due to the sweat droplets that decorated it, and it finally hit him that he was at his boiling point. He was so close to filling you up. Because you were his, you were his, not that lousy musician. Soon, he couldn't control himself. His hips were bucking forward like a hormonal college student that just gotten his first whiff of pussy. With a hushed groan of your name, he cums quickly, and it is so much of it. Thick ropes of cum spill out of you with each exhausted and sloppy thrust from the man you call your husband, Suguru. A complete mess stained the sheets before his body plops down next to you. His cock went limp, and his brain was still egging him on for more (or was that the voices in his head?).
Your face was buried into the crook of Suguru's neck while exhaustion finally washed over your body. You could feel him place a kiss on the crown of your head as you cuddle up against him some more. Your body is completely marked up and leaking with his cum. You didn't even have enough energy to utter I Love you like you usually do after sex with him.
"Sleep well, pumpkin, and I love you too." You heard your husband say before your eyes fluttered closed.
The following morning, as you were standing in front of the mirror in your bathroom, your mind replayed the events from last night. That wasn't your husband. That wasn't the man you said I do to. But he looked like your husband. He looked like Suguru. His touch didn't feel like Suguru's, though. But it was him, right? He called you by that nickname that had you giggling when it flew out his mouth. Pumpkin.
Your fingertips delineate alongside the bite marks and hickeys on your soft flesh. Suguru never marked you up like this. He would always say—he didn't need to decorate your body with marks to prove that you were his. His demeanor and his words confirmed it.
Your thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of damp arms wrapping around your waist. You are so caught up in your thoughts that you don’t even notice your husband has finished showering. The water droplets stained the t-shirt that belonged to him while his grasp on you grew tighter. His lips kiss the artwork he created on your neck the previous night, and the scent of his shampoo tickles your nose. With each second, the kisses on your neck grew rougher, and below in your panties—grew damper.
"Suguru, not right now. I have work soon, and you must go to the studio to wrap up your album." Your words come up as an ached whisper, not wanting to cave in his sexual favors this morning.
Your eyes shifted closed when you felt his teeth nibble at the sensitive spots on your neck, and his hand disappeared in your underwear. Your eyes soon snapped open when you heard a voice that didn't sound like Suguru. It was more sinister. Bone-chilling. Menacing.
"Who's Suguru?"
Your eyes looked into the mirror, and you felt your stomach create the most unappealing knots. Your heart felt like it was bashing at your chest so aggressively that it was trying to escape from your body.
As you stared at the man in the mirror who was grasping at your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder, and the most devilish smirk on his face, you knew you should have gone with your gut.  The stitch lines on his forehead were as disturbing as the thought that you didn't sleep with Suguru last night.
"Kenjaku."
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Graceland Too (Din Djarin x fem!Reader)
A/N: Hi everyone!!! Wowowow am I active this week LOL (fyi this is a re-upload. Decided to proofread one more time bc I uploaded at like 2AM last night). Here is a little sick fic I wrote for my friend who isn’t feeling too great (hope you’re feeling okay <3). The fic is heavily based around “Graceland Too” by Phoebe Bridgers but it is also inspired by “oh baby” by LCD Soundsystem. Highly suggest giving those a listen. Anyway, requests are open. Enjoy!
Summary: You’re terribly sick, but one night and one fever dream might just change everything for you and Din. 
Warnings: SMUT! 18+, Praise kink (imo at least), oral (f!receiving), fingering, reader is sick, Jedi!Reader (it’s like I only know how to write Din x Jedi!readers I stg), idiots/friends to lovers, pining, mentions of death/major violence (canon typical I'd say), cursing, probably some grammar stuff....that’s it I think. 
Word Count: 3,018
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The wind is cold as it slices you in half, but you feel overwhelmingly hot, clammy even. Sweat dribbles down your forehead as you tread across the rocks beneath your feet. Blaster shots ring out in the distance.
You struggle to pick up your pace, your boots sticking to the ground as you try to put one foot in front of the other.
“Mando!” You call out, remembering not to use his real name.  Fog covers the ground, filling the air at an excruciatingly quick rate. You’d never be able to find him in this. You call out to him again, but there’s no answer. You’d take a grunt or even a groan at this point.
Then there’s a disembodied, brittle voice coming from behind you.
“Looking for him?” It’s grating, nasally. You’d recognize it anywhere.
You turn around frantically, practically giving yourself whiplash.
“Bo Katan.” Your voice is low, hushed. Din’s body is limp on the ground, being held up on his knees by the woman in front of you. There’s a smirk on her face. She has the darksaber in her hand…
And it’s at Din’s throat.
“Let him go,” You plead. You go to grab your lightsaber, a blaster, something, anything at your utility belt, but there’s nothing there. You have no defense, just your words. “You got what you came for, you have the darksaber.”
She scoffs, shaking her head, her smirk widening. “I haven’t finished the job yet. I still have to kill you and your Mandalorian.”
Your eyes widen with fear, blurring with tears. “No please, please don’t hurt him.” Your voice croaks as you choke back sobs.
“Too late.” She moves the darksaber from his throat, plunging it into his chest with one fatal swoop.
“DIN!” You scream, crashing down to your knees next to him.
“I’m here mesh’la…” He whispers, but it doesn’t sound like he’s next to you, he’s somewhere off in the distance. His husky voice calls out your name.
“I’m right here.” He repeats himself. Your eyes force themselves open as you shove your palms into the bed to push yourself up. You almost hit your head on the top of the bunk in the process, but Din stops you before you can, his cold, gloved hands coming up to your shoulders. “It was just a nightmare.” His voice is honeyed, gentle.
You look to your left to see him standing at your side, armor off, helmet on.
“M’sorry,” You mutter, rubbing your eyes. You feel like absolute shit, worse than yesterday. Your skin is so hot that it threatens to burn a hole in Din’s gloves. You choke down a cough, the sensation vibrating painfully against your already pounding head. “Didn’t mean to wake you.”
You had been sick for a few days now, and Din was doing everything by himself: the ship’s maintenance, the flying, the hunting, taking care of Grogu, and taking care of you. Now, to make matters worse, you had woken him up. You know he doesn’t get enough rest to begin with. You feel like a burden – and not just in this moment, always. You were a danger to yourself, to Din, to Grogu; a force wielding ex-Jedi, ex-Empire captive wanted by anyone and everyone. And yet, he had let you into his little clan of two with open arms. Now he was here, caring for you. You could’ve gone home, made a place for yourself in the New Republic, continued your Jedi training, but you didn’t.
You met Din. And you felt so, so guilty for the repercussions of your meeting.  
You part your lips, ready to usher him back to bed, to apologize again. But Din doesn’t leave room for you to protest. “Don’t apologize, please.” He shushes you, taking off a glove and pressing the back of his hand against your forehead. You hum lightly under his touch. He feels like ice against your blazingly hot skin.
“Your hand…” You trail off, struggling to speak, “feels good.”
Your hoarse voice sounds like nothing more than a set of incoherent mumblings, but Din seems to understand every syllable. He chuckles shortly and softly, as if the laugh was only meant to be heard by you. “That’s ‘cause you’re warmer now than you were yesterday.” He flips his hand over so that his palm rests against your skin. His forefingers and thumb rub gently at your temples, working tirelessly at your raging headache.
With his free hand, he reaches down for something you can’t quite see. Seconds later he’s holding two pills in front of your face. You immediately take them from him, no questions asked. Whatever it was, you’d take it. This was absolutely unbearable, and the constant fever dreams certainly didn’t help. You swallow the pills with no hesitation, and Din brings a metal cup to your lips.
“Drink,” is all he says, and you do.  You take the cup from his hands, the cold water rushing down your throat, temporarily easing the pain you feel there. Din apprehensively settles his arm on your waist. “This okay?” He asks, a slight shake in his voice. You nod in response, smiling appreciatively.
“Thank you,” You whisper, tilting your head to the side with affection. You swallow harshly, clearing your throat. “You can go back to sleep now if you want. I’ll be okay.”
But Din doesn’t flinch, he doesn’t move at all. He ignores your permission to leave completely. “What dream did you have this time?”
You shudder, remembering what you had seen just moments ago. Din instantly takes account of the look on your face, his grip on your waist tightening, stabilizing you, keeping you tethered to reality – to him.
You draw in a deep breath, practically coughing up your lungs in the process. “Bo Katan, s-she,” You stutter, your eyes shutting tightly in between words. You could still see it. It was ingrained in your brain, burnt into the grooves, sowed in between every empty space. You can still feel her. It was so real. “She had the darksaber and she…” But you can’t finish. Your vision is blurry, your surroundings morphing into an amalgamation of streaks of light and grey metallic colors. You blink and a few cool tears drip down your searing cheeks.
“Hey,” Din coos, his helmet inching closer towards your face, his hands still glued around your waist and atop your forehead. “I’ve got you now. It was just a nightmare. Nothing’s gonna hurt you, mesh’la, nothing.”
You cough out a laugh. “Nothing except a red-haired Mandalorian and whatever this fever is.”
But Din shakes his head. “Not if I can help it.” It isn’t until those words fall from his lips that you realize how close he is to you, how intimate this moment is. His armor is long gone, and you can see the outline of his muscles in his shoulders and arms, his deltoids, his triceps, underneath his flight suit.
“I would…” He trails off, a tremble obviously present in his voice. His confidence has completely disappeared. The vulnerability of the moment makes your head spin faster than it already is. You watch his chest rise and fall, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. You hear him suck in a sharp breath through his vocoder. “I would do anything for you.”
Anything. He would do anything? For you?
Your heart beats rapidly, threatening to combust against your ribs as Din’s hand on your forehead slides down to your cheek. You’ve forgotten your fever at this point, forgotten your headache, your sore throat. All you feel now is Din, his thumb grazing against your cheek, his fingers ghosting along the exposed slit of skin between the hemline of your shirt and the waistline of your shorts.
You want to keep him here, to ask him to hang on to you all night long, but you don’t know if you have the courage to ask. You close your eyes, inhaling through your nose, gathering your words before they spill from your lips. “Would you…” Your voice fades out, evaporating into silence, unable to finish your sentence.
“Anything,” Din’s modulated voice echoes against the walls of the bunk. “Say the word and it’s yours. Whatever you want, cyare.”
Fuck. He really means anything. Whatever you want.
“Would you stay…with me?” It’s a garbled, incomprehensible mess of a question, but as always, Din knows what’s on your mind better than you do.
Din nods immediately. “Of course.” It’s short, but certainly not curt. Those two words say far more than what they mean. “I have to let go of you for just a second, but I’ll be right back, I promise.” Ever the caretaker, Din Djarin. Eternally putting others before himself. It makes your heart pang in your chest, your breath catching in your throat.
He hesitates a moment before finally letting go of you, his hands brushing over your skin for a few extra seconds, stealing time that had already been borrowed. He slips deeper into the hull. You hear him press a few buttons in the distance, and then with a sudden flick, the lights of the hull go out. Darkness fills the room, and you can hear Din shuffling back towards the bunk.
There’s a click and a hiss, and then the sound of metal falling onto metal. Din had taken his helmet off. It wasn’t the first time he had done this. You occasionally found yourself in his bunk, clinging to him for warmth when you were on a particularly cold planet or when the Crest’s heating system had broken down, but it was rare.
“Should you keep it on?” You ask as Din pushes the covers of the bed down. You feel the mattress dip as he slides into the bunk. “I’m still sick, you know.” The last thing you wanted was to make Din feel the way you feel right now. You didn’t want him to get hurt. You had to protect him, too.
You don’t realize how close he is to you until you feel his breath fan across your lips. “No.” It’s a whisper, barely audible. “Wanna make you feel safe.”
“But-,”
He cuts you off. “It’s worth the risk.”
You were worth the risk.
The darkness isn’t so scary when he’s next to you. You close your eyes, listening closely to his unmodulated breaths. His arm snakes up your body, coming to rest around your waist, in the exact spot he was in before.
“Din?” You call out in the darkness. You inch forward a bit, unexpectedly bumping your nose into his. The sudden touch, the proximity, it’s all becoming too much for you to bear.
“Yes, cyare?” His voice is husky, low, rough.
You can’t even remember what it was you were going to ask him. All you can think about is how close he is, how his fingers graze over your stomach, how his breath ghosts over your cheeks, how much you want him to kiss you.
Maker, you want him to kiss you. Would he if you asked him to? Was that under the category of, anything?
“Cyare?” He’s concerned. You can hear it in the way the pet name plays on his lips, hanging around in the air longer than normal.
“I-I,” You stutter. Was now really the time to do this, to confess your feelings to Din? “I don’t know what to say.” It was true, maybe a little too true. “I just, I like you Din.”
He chuckles. Maker, it sounds so much better without his helmet. “I like you too, cyar’ika.” He’s unserious, carefree.
“No,” You mumble. You feel like a child, a padawan once again, not knowing how to communicate or to feel. “Not like that. M-more than that.” You wish you could see the look on his face, to gauge what he was feeling.
Silence takes hold of the bunk. Shit. Too much. Too much too soon. I shouldn’t have-
And then, like always, Din reads your mind. His lips come crashing down onto yours. The kiss is reckless, frenzied, deep. He molds against you, as if he was always meant to fit here. You almost regret not doing something sooner. You think, maybe you’ve wasted valuable time that you could’ve already spent with this side of him. But you know you’ve lived through everything you’ve been through, just to get to this very moment, to feel his lips taking yours, his tongue sliding along your lower lip, seeking permission to explore more of you. You part your mouth, gladly accepting his invitation.
His hand at your waist travels lower, resting along the inside of your thigh. You moan against his lips at the touch. You can feel your wetness growing between your legs, the pulsing of your core. You instinctively try to press your thighs together, searching for some sort of friction, but Din stops you, using his hand to keep your legs spread wide for him.
His fingers tread achingly slow up your inner thigh, teasing you, his nails softly scratching against your exposed skin. Din’s hand finally lands on top of your clothed cunt, his thumb tracing circles into the overly sensitive spot. You’re trembling under his touch as he presses harder into where you need him most.
“S-shit,” You mutter. “Feels s-so good.”
Din swallows harshly. “Wanna taste you, mesh’la. Bet you taste so good.” Desire coats his voice. His hand slips away from your heat and you groan at the loss of contact. He finds the waistline of your shorts, tugging a bit, searching for permission.
“Please, wanna feel you,” You whimper. And that’s all he needs. Din drags your shorts and panties down your legs. You’re not sure where they end up, but you can’t be bothered to care.
Din presses light kisses against your inner thigh, his stubble scratching lightly against your skin, until he finally reaches your core. His tongue begins to explore your folds, pushing through before finally settling on your clit.
“D-Din!” You cry out as he takes the sensitive bud into his mouth, sucking roughly. “Fuck, feels s’good.” Your words slur and your eyes blur as he laps at you.
“Tastes so good, so fucking sweet.” The vibrations of Din’s voice against your clit pushes you closer to the edge. You were already practically there.
He brings a finger to your folds, spreading your slick before sinking deep inside of you. The sensation coaxes a moan from your lips, and Din takes this as a sign to add another finger. He gives you a moment to adjust to him before pulling out and crashing back into you. He’s pushing further inside you as he takes you on his tongue. Nothing else matters, and nothing else will ever be the same.  
“Doing so good for me, sweet girl,” He soothes, his tongue swirling around your clit as his fingers thrust in and out of your entrance. “You sound so pretty when you say my name.”
“Din.” It’s a whisper, a plea. More, please, more. “Don’t stop. Fuck.” His free hand glides under your shirt, pushing your bra up and out of the way. He takes a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pinching lightly, rolling the nub around before switching to the other. He squeezes softly, luring you closer to your breaking point.
“Taking me so good, being such a good girl,” Din groans. You throw your head back against the pillow. His words alone were enough to drive you mad. “Gonna make you come, gonna give you whatever you want, mesh’la.”
His name rolls off your tongue. You’re unsure of where it starts and where it ends, whispering it over and over again like you’re trying to commit this moment to some eternal memory.
His tongue presses harder into your clit, his fingers pumping faster, deeper inside of you. You couldn’t hold back anymore. You were right there, your walls tightening around Din’s fingers.
“Din I’m gonna-,” But it’s impossible to get the words out. You’re a bleating mess underneath him.
“That’s it, come for me, pretty girl. Wanted this for so long,” His praises, his confessions, send you over the edge, searing heat spreading across every inch of your body. “You’re so beautiful, so perfect for me.” You can feel yourself shattering under his touch, your walls fluttering around him.
“F-fuck Din,” You whimper, riding out your high. Din slowly laps at your swollen clit, his fingers gently pumping in and out of you a few more times before pulling out. You feel empty without them. “N-need more. Need to feel you.” You can’t help but beg. It wasn’t enough. You wanted all of him, needed all of him.  
“Not tonight, cyar’ika,” Din breathes as he finds his way back next to you. “Don’t wanna push you too far. You’re sick, don’t forget. I promised I wouldn’t let anything happen to you, remember?” There’s a faint laugh in his voice, a certain genuine happiness that you can’t wait to hear more of.
“Tomorrow?” You ask, shifting so that your head rests against his chest.
“As long as you’re feeling better…” He trails off for a second, mulling his words over in his head before continuing, “I’ll do anything you want me to.” You know there’s a smile tugging at his lips, you can hear it. It makes your heart flutter in your chest. “Get some rest, okay?”
You nod your head, nestling even further into him. You wrap a leg around his waist, and he follows suit by wrapping his arms around you.
“Goodnight, Din.”
“Goodnight, mesh’la.”
No longer a danger to herself or others
She made up her mind and laced up her shoes…
Said she knows she lived through it to get to this moment
Ate a sleeve of saltines on my floor, and I knew then
I would do anything you want me to
I would do anything for you
I would do anything, I would do anything
Whatever you want me to do, I will do
I will do anything (whatever you want)
Whatever she wants (whatever you want)
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kairiscorner · 8 months
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hi there!! :)) I saw that ur requests were open again and I wanted to ask if you could do a hc or short fic(?) for like a Hobie x Spiderperson! reader where they've got this vibe that they're dating???
Like whenever anyone asks about it they have no clue and reject the idea since Hobie doesn't believe in labels and the reader doesn't want to be tied down. But! they both get suuuper jealous whenever either of them gets too close/flirts with other people and drags them away or smth huehruehdids
Maybe they confess??? What if one time the jealousy gets too much or one of them got really hurt and the other realizes that they might never be able to tell the other their feelings? Maybe a big kiss at the end bc of the exploding feelings? That's all, thank you and have a great day!!! :DD
HI ANONNNN <33 omg i love so much WHAT i hope i do this justice <:))
(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)
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"so... are you two a, y'know, a thing?"
questions like these never fail to keep you quick on your toes, especially since nothing could be farther from the truth. you and hobie were just good friends, really good friends. just a couple of buds that always had each other's back when battles go awry, or when the other gets in trouble for a few stunts here and there. you two were just... very close, is what you would call it, neither of you really used labels to express what you two were to each other.
hobie hated labels anyway to begin with, never believed in them and certainly doesn't want to use them to describe his relationship with you. he never felt the need to, all he was certain of was that if you were there for him, he'd obviously be there for you–even if you never asked for him to be, it was always a given.
you yourself were a free-spirited type of person, you refused to be weighed down by commitment when you already had yourself to worry about. and besides... you didn't feel anything for hobie, did you? nah, you didn't, you just thought that he was really, really cool. and awesome. and inspiring. and rebellious for the right reasons. and so... just, just a lot of amazing things.
you two wanted to make it clear: there was nothing going on between you two. and even though you convinced some of the folks at the spider society, a lot of others were still highly skeptical of you two, not that you guys cared, you two knew each other well. or so you both thought.
though hobie was always your first pick for a partner on a mission, you were being paired up with a lot of different spider people recently. and though it was no problem for hobie, you worried about leaving him alone. "hey, now, don't get all sentimental on me. i never believed in consistency, anyway. you're amazing, of course everyone wants you on their team. i'll catch you on the flipside," he'd tell you something along those lines and just... be gone for the rest of the day.
you tried not to worry so much, but guilt ate away at you sometimes and distracted you. but soon, this routine became more and more commonplace for you two, to the point that it distracted you seldom times when you heard that hobie was okay, he wasn't avoiding you, he was just... off somewhere else, and that much was enough to put you at ease.
you hung around the new people you met more and more often, even when hobie was around. you never meant to replace him, you could never do that; you just had your own life, and hobie... hobie knew. he understood that not every day can be for you two to share together, but honestly, he wished he didn't have to share your attention with these other guys, despite how well they mean, he wanted just you and him together for one more day; one more day, just like how it all was before this new change in routine.
little did hobie know that wish would come true sooner than he thought; for as you two were sent on a mission together, with just you two together, hobie had to admit how much he missed you--how much he wanted for things to be the way they once were. "i know i said i never believed in consistency, labels, and... i don't. but when it comes to you, i just have these thoughts, these thoughts of seeing you smile because of me, feeling your hand in mine after a long fight, getting together to make mischief and getting each other out of it--i really missed that... i missed you."
and you thought you were crazy for hearing that right then and there, because you yourself felt that exact same way. "i... i really missed you, too, hobie." you'd admit, and that was all the admission hobie needed to hear. "if you'll let me, may i... show you just how much i've missed you?" he ask as he brings his hand to your cheek and gazes into your eyes as you become more and more embarrassed about your feelings for him, but so was he when he realized you were, and are, all he ever loved.
you agreed, and in the blink of an eye, his lips were on yours. you felt his piercings, they were cold amidst both of your lips touching each other, but you two fit so well together; you two were each other's missing link, the only one who can right each other's wrongs and make them feel much more... alive.
though you two still refused to give other people any labels when asked about you two--because how was it their business, right?--you two knew just the other meant to you: it was ride or die with you, and only you; nobody else could replace or be the other, you're all he'll ever want, and he's all you could ever hope to love.
a/n: I HOPE THIS WAS GOOD AAAAAAAA, I REALLY LOVED WRITING THIS THOUGH <333
tags !! @thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara @ii01vq @k4tsu3 @luvstarrstruck @maxoloqy @fictarian @pixqlsin
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A Pink Scarf Thanksgiving 💗🧣🦃
A very happy Thanksgiving weekend to those who celebrate! ❤️
This blurb came out of nowhere, in a fit of Thanksgiving inspiration (and a special thanks to Norah for inadvertently nudging me towards a Thanksgiving prompt)! Because of this, it is not overly edited or revised. I will say, I'm not sure yet just how canon I want this to be in terms of the PS Universe, but I figure it came out of me for a reason, so I decided to go with it for now. 
I think my current moody headspace influenced the vibe for this--for us fans, it's a slightly indulgent "what could have been" scenario. But that's PS in a nutshell, isn't it?  🥹
Anyhoo, I hope this hits you in the feels! And I hope you know just how much you matter to me, even though I've been a bit MIA recently. 
Much love xoxoxox, Madi 💗
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TW: It's 1977, so...medical issues/trauma/strife. Panic attack. Thanksgiving stress. A little hint of sexy at the end bc I couldn't leave you on a melancholy note! 💋
A Pink Scarf Thanksgiving
Thanksgiving 1977
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“I’m sorry, Mrs. P, but the oven is out. Lamar took a peek, but the thing is as cold as ice and don’t look like it’s gonna be warm any time soon,” Mary says, looking as distraught as you feel. “I’m sorry I didn’t catch it sooner.”
The naked, trussed, and cold turkey on the counter mocks you.
“No, no, it’s not your fault, Mary. We’ll…figure something out,” you try and reassure her, but it feels like a weight has just been placed on your chest. You pinch the bridge of your nose to stave off the massive headache that began early this morning when Nicky barged into your room at the crack of dawn sobbing because he’d had a nightmare that Mr. Gobble Gobble, a monster turkey, had eaten Daddy instead of the other way around.
This was one of many nightmares that your poor little boy had suffered since August, but certainly the first starring a murderous Thanksgiving turkey. He’d barely been consolable and neither of you had gotten back to sleep.
You take a deep breath, holding back the tears that threaten your vision.
Today needs to be perfect. It was supposed to be perfect.
But you should have known. After all, this year has been far from perfect.
You force yourself away from the wave of despair trying to overcome you. No, we’ve been lucky, you think. It could be so much worse.
Unfortunately, your nerves are shot, which makes sense considering the last few months you’ve had. You’ve kept it together so well. You’ve had to. For Nicky. For Elvis. But that tried resolve begins to crumble with the pressure of it all, as though everything that has happened is hitting you all at once.
Now you have a house full of hungry people, Elvis will be home any minute, and your usual quick-footed problem-solving skills have flown out the window. Your hands begin to tremble.
The panic swells as the kitchen swarms with people looking to you for direction, and in that moment, Nicky runs through the adults, chased by one of the other kids. It happens so fast—you barely have time to register the commotion before disaster strikes.
You watch in horror as the kids fly into the sideboard, knocking the precious side dishes and desserts onto the floor with a resounding crash.
The collective gasp of the adults in the room sends your panic into overdrive.
Thanksgiving is officially ruined.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” you shout. The entire room goes silent. It’s not everyday Elvis Presley’s calm and collected wife loses her shit. No, that is something usually reserved for the man himself.
“Well, that’s not quite the welcome home I was expecting,” a familiar baritone chuckles from behind you.
You whip around, your bottom lip quivering. “Elvis?” you whisper.
He’s standing right here—standing! On his own!—leaning on his cane for support, a twinkle in his eye that you haven’t seen in ages. One you weren’t sure you’d ever see again. And the sight of him finally being home again after so many months in the hospital is more than you can bear. After standing tall and strong for him for so long, you crumble into a thousand pieces. An uncontrollable sob chokes out of you, your tears overflowing.
“Aw, honey,” he says quietly, slowly making his way to you, waving everyone else out of the room with the commanding flick of his hand. They exit in a flash with their concerned and pitied looks. Not that you care, because the second you can, you are falling into your husband’s open arms.
“I’m so sorry…your homecoming…it’s all ruined,” you sob into his chest, being mindful of the long scar down the center. Feeling the warmth of him engulfing you is overwhelming. His scent, untainted by antiseptic and hospital smells for the first time in a long time, swirls around you, caressing your senses.
“It’s okay, sweetheart, it’s okay. Let it all out, Satnin,” he coos, stroking your hair with his free hand. “Hers has been so strong for hims, but hims is home now.”
The tenderness of his baby talk in your ear sends a fresh wave of tears to your eyes, staining the silk of his blue dress shirt. He’s dressed up, you think absently, knowing this is a huge thing. Even before that fateful August morning, he’d been mostly wearing his tracksuits when he wasn’t performing. He’d been so uncomfortable and in pain, you’d understood why.
You bury your head into his neck, pent up emotions violently shuddering through your body as you let your tears fall freely for the first time in months. You can barely breathe with how you wedge yourself into him, with how he holds you tight. He’s so much slimmer now that the edema is gone and his colon has been tended to, you realize, but he’s still soft in all the right places. You still fit against him perfectly, and his grip on you makes you realize he understands just how raw you are.
You cry more, thinking about how the last time he was here was when you’d found him unresponsive on the bathroom floor. How you’d never been so scared in your entire life, not even when you yourself had brushes with death.
It's a miracle he’s here at all. None of you, doctors included, were sure if he’d ever step through the doors of Graceland again. Not after the heart attack, or the coma, or the complications from his various surgeries. It had been one blow after another, for weeks, months. But somehow, in true stubborn Elvis fashion, he’d pulled through.
He’d gritted his way through healing, through physical therapy, through weaning off so many of the meds he’d been on before and during his hospital stay, and he hated every second of it. He’d been livid about the colostomy, but you’d had no care for his vanity when you’d had to make the decision to save his life. You didn’t care if he hated you because at least he’d be alive to tell you so. He’d gotten past it, mostly, especially once he was feeling better.
The entire ordeal had terrified him. Something had changed in him in those weeks he’d lingered between life and death, something he wasn’t ready to talk about just yet, but even with all the setbacks, his determination to come home was intensely motivating.
Which is why you’d wanted it to be special, and why it being Thanksgiving had so much meaning. Elvis was finally coming home. Then everything had gone to hell in a handbasket.
“I wanted everything to be perfect for you. You deserve it,” you say quietly, sniffling, holding him as tight as you dare without wanting to hurt him.
“Darlin’, just bein’ back home with you and Nicky is more than I ever dreamed of. I don’t need no big fancy dinner or welcome home committee. I jus’ need you.”
You pull back then, your heart about ready to burst, and look at him. He looks downright debonair with his silvery hair (which you’d convinced him not to dye back after it had grown out during his illness), freshly cut and shorter than it had been in years, fluffy but brushed back off his face in a style reminiscent to when he was younger. His apple cheeks are full and have more color than they’ve had in months.
“What?” he asks looking down at you, almost bashful under your gaze.
You reach up and cup his freshly shaven cheek, smooth and soft under your palm. Those deep ocean blue eyes of his threaten to swallow you whole. Staring into their depths, you don’t want to imagine a world without him in it anymore.
“I just love you,” you whisper, barely able to get the words out without choking up again. “So much.”
Eyes shining, Elvis pulls you up and into him. His lips are as sweet and as soft as you remember when they press into yours. The kiss is full of yearning, of love, and of everything you two have been through the past twenty years. It’s truly like coming home.
The kiss turns hungry then, more so than you expect. It’s been so very long since you’ve had each other in this way and it surprises you how readily your body remembers, despite all the pain and trauma you both have experienced. You open for him, and he moans when his tongue brushes against yours. A fiery wave of heat blisters through you then, hastily banishing away your tears.
Despite all the challenges you’ve faced over the years, you’ve always felt the pull of him in your soul. You’ve always wanted him, neededhim, even when you convinced yourself to forget because you thought you couldn’t have him. And now, after almost losing him for good, you can think of nothing else but him. The warmth of his body pressed against yours causes you to melt. The way his lips and hands roam over the curves of your body sends you soaring.
You thought you’d never have this again. It had almost broken you.
“I’m here, baby. I’m home, I promise,” he mutters into your skin, as if reading your mind.
You kiss him deeply, yanking him into you by his pretty shirt, taking his breath away.
He pulls away and presses his forehead to yours, and you can feel him sway on his feet, a little unbalanced.
“Good news—looks like Little Elvis is back in working order,” he says breathlessly, pressing his thickening erection into your belly. He seems pleasantly surprised.
Honestly, with everything dire that happened, it hadn’t even crossed your mind as a concern, but it makes sense that it could be an issue. You grin up at him with the knowledge that it isn’t, then roll your hips against him.
He groans. “Bad news—not sure I have the energy to do all the things I wanna to ya, and we got a house full of people.” Doesn’t stop him from grabbing a handful of your bottom, however.
“Oh, that’s never stopped us before, now has it?” you muse, walking your fingers gently down his chest and over his belly to palm his length.
“Lord have mercy, woman,” he moans, his eyes fluttering closed. You notice him lean more heavily on his cane and instantly ease up. One blue eye opens with a quirked brow. “Hey now, I din’t say stop.”
You laugh. “Well, it seems dinner is ruined anyhow,” you say, surveying the disaster of broken dishes and scattered food all over the floor, and the cold, raw turkey on the counter. “Maybe we better get you upstairs to rest.”
Rest is, of course, the furthest thing from your mind now, which you let him know with a little squeeze to his butt.
“Mmhmm, yes, I definitely need to lie down,” he mumbles as he peppers you with kisses. Suddenly, he freezes against you. “But, honey, I-I-I’m not sure how much I can do,” he whispers, a wave of uncertainty washing over him.
“Hey, it’s okay. We’ll take it slow. Real slow. One step at a time, like fumbling teenagers,” you say lightly, cupping his face and looking up into his eyes. “Or we can just kiss and hold each other. I’m just happy you’re here, baby.”
He nods, seemingly reassured by this. “I know I don’t say it as much as I should, but I thank God every day for you and for what we have together, Satnin,” he says quietly, brushing your hair behind your ear, kissing you gently. “I love you.”
Your heart and body ache for him. “We better get you upstairs to “rest”before I start crying again,” you snuffle, laughing, slowly walking with him toward the stairs.
“Well, tears aren’t entirely off the table…I can think of a couple good ways I can make you cry,” he teases, nibbling at your ear.
“Elvis Aaron, you did not just…” you gasp.
“What??” he says innocently. “Am I wrong?”
A shiver runs down your spine and settles in the heat of your belly.
You’ve missed him. Terribly.
But you do have so much to be thankful for this year, namely for the infuriatingly talented, generous, and stubborn man you married and are gingerly leading up the stairs for the first time in months.
In fact, there’s nowhere else you’d rather be.
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inthe-dark-tonight · 6 months
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Falling Into My Sins
chapter three: balled up fists
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dbf!joel x fem!reader series - loosely inspired by the song skin by soccer mommy
chapter 1 chapter 2 chapter 4 chapter 5
summary: tommy and joel walk into your new job and you decide to confront joel about the events that took place at sunday night dinner. the only thing is, joel isn't alone.
word count: 2.5k
series rating: E (18+ mdni)
warnings: no outbreak AU, age gap (reader is in their 20s, Joel is in his 40s) no use of y/n, no physical description of reader, tommy and reader flirt a little, player!joel, joel being a gaslighter sorry, ANGST, theres one part where joel grabs readers wrist kinda roughly bc she’s… doing something so be aware of that, if i’m missing anything let me know!!
notes: okayyyyy here we go, i don’t want to spoil anything so… let me know what you guys think of this chapter :) thank you again to my love @shatteredbaby for proofreading for me again, i owe you my life mwah. can't forget my literal mother @pr0ximamidnight for letting me ramble for hours <3
It’s Friday morning now and Joel never got back to you. You didn’t send another text after your last one, afraid that you would seem desperate or annoying. You’ve been busy this week anyway so you try not to let it bother you.
One of the jobs you applied for finally called back, so you went in for an interview on Tuesday morning and they already have you working your first shift tonight. It’s a waitressing job, which isn’t exactly what you were hoping for, but you applied for anything and everything, just happy to be working again. It will also be good to get your mind off of everything that’s happened last weekend. 
You finish getting ready for work. Your shift starts in about an hour but you want to be early for your first day. As you leave your room, you grab your purse and your apron before running down the stairs. Your dad’s in the living room and you shout out to him. 
“I’m leaving! I’m not off until midnight so see you tomorrow!” 
“See ya bud, have fun!” He shouts back. 
You shut the door behind you and walk down your front steps to your car. As you walk to your car, you glance across the street towards Joel’s house. His truck isn’t in the driveway. You haven’t seen him at all this week, not even a quick glimpse as he was leaving for work or coming home. You saw Sarah come home from school a few times, but no Joel. 
You get into your car and turn the radio on, trying to shake the memory of the other night from your mind. You pull away, past Joel’s house and out of the neighborhood. The job you got is at a local diner near your house. Unfortunately though, it’s a 24hr diner which means you’ll probably be working nights most of the time but you’re just happy to be working again.
You pull up to the diner and step out of your car, grabbing your purse and tying your black apron around your waist. The one good thing about this job is that the dress code is simple, all black. You walk in and one of the other waitresses, Betty, greets you as you walk up to the counter. 
“Hi hon, welcome to work!” She smiles at you. 
She's an older woman, probably in her late fifties, and she’s very friendly. She was here the day of your interview and she chatted with you as you sat waiting for the manager to be ready for you. 
“Hi” you smile shyly at her.
“I’m gonna be training you tonight,” she starts. “There isn’t a lot to learn, I think you’ll get the hang of it easily so I’m just kinda here if you need any help.” 
You nod your head and follow her behind the counter. She takes about fifteen minutes to show you the ropes, how to use the register and things of that sort.
“Okay well,” she starts taking a deep breath. “I think you got this, I trust ya.” She winks at you. “It’s gonna be pretty slow for the next few hours, just watch the counter for now, I’ll handle any tables that come in.” 
You nod, acknowledging that you understand and then she walks into the back. You look around the diner noticing that there’s practically nobody in there. One booth in the back corner is occupied by an older man reading the paper and sipping on a black coffee, but that’s it. 
About an hour later you hear the bell on the door jingle as someone enters the diner. Your head whips towards the door and you see a familiar face, Tommy Miller. His face lights up as his eyes meet with yours and he walks towards the counter.
“Hey,” he glances around the empty diner, then his eyes land back on you. “Guess you heard back from some of the application’s you sent out huh?”
“Hi,” you laugh a little at his comment. “Yeah uh, I did. Today’s my first day actually.” 
He takes a seat at the counter and you hand him a menu. “Does that make me your first customer?” he raises his brow and smiles at you. 
“Yeah actually.”
“Hmmm, I’ll have to test ya then.” He opens the menu. 
You let out a small laugh “Can I get you anything? Coffee?” You watch as Tommy glances over the menu. 
He doesn’t look up at you. “Yeah actually, I’ll take a coffee while I wait.” 
Wait for what? You don’t ask. You walk to grab the coffee pot and a mug, setting it down to fill it in front of him. 
“Thanks darlin’,” he looks up at you and your cheeks heat up. 
“No problem, let me know when you’re ready.” You turn around to replace the coffee pot. 
Suddenly the doors open again, you hear the bell but you don’t turn around to look until you hear a woman laughing. You look up and your face immediately drops. 
It’s Joel Miller, and his arm is wrapped around some woman as they walk towards a booth. He doesn’t see you yet as he slides into a booth by the window, sitting on the side that faces you. Tommy turns his head glancing at him, then turns back to you. 
“Christ, when I told him to meet me after his date I didn’t think he’d bring the woman along.” Tommy rolls his eyes. 
Joel was on a date? You just hum in response, not sure what to say. You look back towards Joel, he’s smiling as he leans on the table. Once his eyes meet with yours his smile disappears. You immediately snap your eyes away from him and focus back on Tommy. 
“Ready?” You smile at him. 
He looks up at you giving you a cheeky grin “Yeah,” he rubs the back of his neck as he talks. “Gonna keep it simple I think, just a burger and fries.” 
You jot it down on your pad and then quickly rip the paper off. “You got it.” You wink at him, eyes meeting with Joel’s for a quick second before you turn around to place the order with the line cooks. 
When you turn around, Tommy’s cheeks are slightly flushed. Then you see Betty come out from the back and walk towards Joel’s table to take their order. You try not to stare as you try to catch a better glimpse at the woman he’s here with. She has long blonde wavy hair, and as she turns her head to say something to Betty you catch a glimpse of her side profile and blinding smile. You have to admit she’s quite gorgeous. Then Joel’s saying something to Betty before she walks back and gives her order to the line cooks. His eyes flicker to yours again, and then to the woman he’s sitting with. 
Your blood is boiling but you’re trying not to show it. How was he fucking you the other night and now he’s here with someone else? 
“So, what’ve you been up to this week?” Tommy says, snapping you out of your thoughts. 
“Oh nothing much,” You smile, a bit distracted.
He hesitates for a moment. “Got anything going on tomorrow?” He’s looking at you with his large brown eyes. 
You notice Joel is watching you like a hawk, dark eyes burning straight through you as you’re talking to Tommy. You peel your eyes away from Joel and look back to Tommy.
“Not sure, I don’t think so.” 
“If you’re free, maybe we could go to this bar downtown?” He stops for a second. “I mean, if not, that’s fine just-“ 
“I’ll let you know.” You smile at him before turning to grab his food and placing it in front of him. 
“Thanks.” he glances up at you quickly. 
You nod and then look back towards Joel. He gets out of the booth and the woman follows. As she stands up, he pulls her into an embrace before waving bye to her and sitting back down. As the woman walks out, you finally get a look at her. She’s gorgeous, luscious hair bouncing as he walks towards the door. She glances over at you and smiles before pushing on the door and leaving. You’re frozen there for a moment, before looking back towards Joel. You need to talk to him. 
“I’ll be right back.” Tommy looks up at you with wide eyes, nodding his head. 
You storm over to Joel, blood boiling. His eyes are locked on you the whole way over. When you get to his booth, you slide into the spot where the blonde woman was just sitting a moment ago and stare directly into his eyes. He shifts in his seat as your eyes stay glued to his. 
“We need to talk. Now.” The last part comes out low through gritted teeth and filled with anger as you try to keep it together. 
“What about, sweetheart?” He leans back, throwing his arm over the back of the booth. 
What about? He's got to be joking. You feel like you could snap any second, and you think he can tell by the look in your eyes. 
“Joel.” It comes out as a warning. 
“Okay, okay,” he glances around the diner. “Not in here.” He gets up from the booth and you follow him as he walks towards the door. 
Joel walks outside and you call out to Betty saying that you’re taking a quick break, she just waves you off. You walk out the door and look both ways before spotting Joel leaning against his truck. You walk towards him slowly, thinking about what you want to say. You stand in from of him, practically fuming at the way he’s acting so nonchalant, like he didn’t fuck you up against the side of your father’s home five nights ago and then ghost you. 
“So,” You say, finally breaking the silence. 
“So.” He says back. 
You’re silent for a moment, trying to collect your thoughts. “What exactly is going on, Joel,” your eyes meet his and your stomach flips. 
“Not sure what you’re talkin’ about.” He clears his throat and breaks eye contact with you, looking down at his boots. 
So he’s going to play dumb, you see how it is. “Seriously?” You shake your head still looking at him. 
He looks up at you apprehensively, like he’s afraid to meet your gaze. “Seriously, what are you on about.” His brows knit together as he looks at you.
You take a step closer to him. “You’re going to act like you didn’t fuck me behind my dad’s house less than a week ago?” Your voice starts to raise and he’s just staring back at you now.
“I-“ you cut him off. 
“No, let me finish.” You’re ready to let it all out. “You left abruptly Sunday night, practically ghosted me when we had plans Tuesday, and then showed up here… on a date?” He doesn’t say anything. “And then you have the nerve to ask me what we need to talk about.” 
He shoves one hand into his pocket and the other rubs at the scruff on his cheek. 
“Just tell me, were you lying when you said you didn’t want to forget about the night we met? That you wanted me,” You swallow thickly, afraid that you might not like his answer. “Was I just another girl to add to your list?” 
His jaw ticks as he stands there silently. “Yeah.” He’s still not looking at you. “It was just a fuck, that’s all.” 
You scoff. “You’re sick.” His eyes snap up to you. “Even after you found out that my dad is your best friend, who does that?” You shake your head, he has a smug look on his face that makes you just wanna- 
Your hand reaches up to slap him, but he catches your wrist before your hand even gets close to his cheek. He’s breathing heavily, anger burning behind his eyes.
“The hell are you doing?” He says it through gritted teeth. “Tryin’ to hit me?” 
You just stare at him. “You deserve it, don’t you think?” Your voice slightly breaks as the words come out. 
He grabs your other wrist and spins you around pressing you up against his truck. You try to wriggle away but he’s too strong. You’re speechless as you stand there in his grasp, a shocked look on your face. 
He’s breathing heavy as he towers over you, dark eyes staring at your parted lips now. His eyes meet yours, you have no idea what his next move will be. 
“Do I?” He’s close enough now that you can feel his breath fanning over your face. 
Your heart is racing. “Joel…” you breathe out.
Then he’s slamming his lips against yours, the kiss is needy and rough as he presses himself against you. You start to melt into him and then snap out of it, breaking the kiss. You push his solid chest as hard as you can, shoving him away from you. He slightly stumbles back releasing his grip on your wrists. 
“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” He looks like a deer in headlights right now, stunned by your reaction. 
His mouth falls open but nothing comes out. You turn away from him and start walking back towards the door, taking a deep breath trying to hold back tears, not from sadness but from anger. Who does he think he is? 
When you open the door to the diner, Tommy’s head whips towards you. “Hey, were you on break?” He asks as you walk back behind the counter. 
“Yeah,” Your voice cracks a bit as you answer him. “So, about tomorrow,” you clear your throat.
Tommy’s eyes light up. “Yeah?”
Joel walks through the door making his way to Tommy, you glance at him before your eyes meet his brother’s again. 
“I’d love to go with you.” He smiles at your words. 
“Great, I’ll get you around 8?” He says, his dark chocolate eyes gleaming as you nod positively.
Joel’s standing behind Tommy, now staring you down. You’re unsure about how much he’s heard, but honestly, you could care less at this moment. 
“C’mon Tommy, we gotta go.” Joel says as he lightly pulls at Tommy’s sleeve. 
Tommy pulls out his wallet, setting some cash on the table for his meal then stands up. “See ya.” he’s holding back a smile.
You bite your cheek. “Yeah, see ya.” 
Joel’s standing by the door waiting for Tommy as you give him a deadly glare before clearing the counter and you hear the door to the diner close. You’re not sure what you’ve gotten yourself into, but you feel sort of excited for tomorrow night.
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sstargasm · 7 months
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attention whore — emily prentiss
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꒰ summary ꒱ — you just wanted emily's attention !! but you were such a slut about it; you have to be punished. you know that, right?
꒰ pairings ꒱ — fem!sub!reader x mean!dom!emily
꒰ warnings ꒱ — office sex, so some exhibitionism, emily is kinda mean, degradation, usage of petnames (baby, princess, sweetheart), bau layout is not canonically accurate (haven't seen it in years. was inspired to write this bc of an edit shh)
a/n: "i tried girls in the 90s. it didn't take. but i regret nothing." someone get me a time machine.
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"princess." emily whispered softly, tapping your thigh to calm your buzzing state.
"yes?" you chipped, your smile making her almost lose her resolve.
"if you're bored you can go hang out with penelope. i'm sure she wouldn't mind the company," she said deadpan, toying with her pen as she watched your expression.
you shook your head softly; penelope was nice company. sweet, funny, arguably one of the people you actually enjoyed being around. but emily was who you were here for; not penelope, or hotch, or spencer. you weren't here to keep them company.
"but i wanna stay with you," you whined softly, leaving your chair to be closer to her.
"i know, baby. but this unsub is still at large, and seeing your thighs move like that makes me lose all focus. you know this."
you turned away, embarrassed. leave it to her to see through all your tricks. maybe the skirt was too obvious, but she would've clocked your intentions no matter what.
truth be told, you missed emily. she was always busy with work, taking trips out of town to work on catching the next unsub. and even when she was home she only worried about work, about what she was missing or what would happen next.
and it was selfish of you to think so, you knew this. emily was saving lives. but you couldn't help but be jealous of even her coworkers, who got to see her more than you.
"yeah, i know, ems. i just miss you s'all."
she smiles at you softly when you say that, motioning for you to come closer. you lean against her back, breathing in her perfume as she looked at the pages in front of her.
"pull your chair up next to me. want you closer."
you did as she said, pulling the chair right beside her. you watched her face as you did so, and you swore she looked like she was scheming something.
"this unsub..they're clumsy, you know? they have messy work, sloppy executions, and still.. they leave behind no evidence. the crime scenes are absolute wrecks, huge messes, but. nothing substantial is there."
she turns to look at you, snaking her hand to your thigh. you suck in a breath, face flushing.
"they make an absolute mess, you know? its everywhere. it'll definitely be on their hands, their clothes. but we have no forensic evidence."
she snakes her hand up even higher, just barely nearing the hem of your panties. you let out the air you didn't even realize you were holding in, and she smirks softly at your response.
after a moment she sets her papers down, her whole attention to you. she eyes you quickly, taking in your flushed state.
"im honestly glad you're here. you keep my morale up. bathroom break? i think that coffee went right through me."
you nod quietly, and she reaches out her hand for you. you take it, letting her guide you while your head is down.
spencer sees the two of you walking and hollers to you, "see you y/n! are you coming back?"
you open your mouth to say something sweetly, but emily speaks first. "oh yeah, don't worry! me n my girl just needed a quick bathroom break, right princess?"
you nod softly n quickly, spencer just responding with a nod.
as soon as youre out of view, you hit emily softly. "you made it so obvious!"
she only laughs, bringing your hand to her face n kissing your knuckles.
"sweetheart, they aren't dumb. anyone in there could tell you were getting all couped up, but only i knew its because you wanted me so bad."
you flushed once again, eyes returning to the ground. damn this woman. you hated that she was right.
"still. they're gonna think i'm a slut."
emily scoffed at this, eying you. "you know i'd kick any of their asses if they said something like that. besides, you'd only be my slut. does that sound so bad?"
you rolled your eyes playfully, following her to the office. "you have such a way with words," you said, dashing to the office you both always had your quickies in.
you held the door open for emily, who thanked you as she walked in and observed the room.
as you turned around to shut the door, emily came up behind you, arms wrapped around your waist as she kissed your neck.
you let out a small whine, cocking your neck to give her more room. in doing this, you gave her the okay to continue; she sucked at your neck, leaving already-purple marks that you were sure we're going to hurt in the morning. she nibbled at your skin softly, causing you to let out the softest moans.
"you're so quiet today. scared to be heard?" she mocked, whispering in your ear.
you turned to face her, feigned anger on your face. "i'm not scared. just..responsible."
she giggled softly at that, leaning in to kiss you. "right, because you're so responsible. that small, tight skirt you wore here? had even fucking spencer adjusting himself."
you smiled softly; emily wasn't usually jealous, but when she was? you were so using it to your advantage
"well i didn't wear this skirt for spencer. i wore it for you. you jealous, ems?"
she scoffed, rolling her eyes. "not in a million years. spencer can't do this," she said, meading your ass with her right hand.
"or this," she continued, unhooking your bra from underneath your shirt.
"ems, we're still out in the open-" you started.
she pulled away, sighing softly.
"no one can see us, don't worry. reflective windows, but you can close the curtains like usual if you're feeling scared, baby."
you gulped softly at that, causing emily to get a wicked grin. you immediately understood what she meant, and starting babbling no's along with you're crazy's.
"but YES baby! c'mon, you wanted to prance around in that short little skirt n wanted to be seen, i want you to feel it but know that only i can make you feel like this. besides no one will really see you, it'll just feel like they can."
you paused for a moment, contemplating. there was no doubting the fact that the thought had you squeezing your thighs together, n so you nodded. Emily smiled softly, walking around the room and opening all of the curtains.
looking around, the bau was bustling. everyone was walking around, stopping to check their hair and clothes, discussing papers with others. your eyes widened slightly, but Emily only seemed even more excited.
"now cmon, princess, i got the skirt undone, just take em off for me, yeah?"
she said in the table at the desk, watching as you slid your skirt off. when she saw your panties, she chuckled tauntingly.
"see through? baby i think you might want to look into profiling, its almost like you knew we'd get here."
she motioned for you to come closer, and when you only hovered in front of her, she placed her hands on your hips, guiding you to sit on her leg.
she messed your ass once again, pulling you forward against her thigh. you moaned into the crook of her neck at the friction, and she giggled softly.
"barely even been touched and you're already so wet. i can feel you soaking my pants."
she slid her way up your thighs n torso to your boobs, meading them and playing with your nipples.
she slid your shirt off, to where your chest was bare. you became embarrassed once again and tried to hide in the crook of her neck, but she grabbed your face softly n kissed you.
"nuh uh, princess. you're showing off today, remember?"
you nodded softly, grinding against her for something to curb the need in your stomach.
"fuck, you're such a slut. showing off for all these people, rutting against me without my permission. you're just doing whatever you want today, huh?"
she taunted, sucking marks onto your stomach as she fondled your tits.
"only f'you. only you, ems, i swear."
"right. all mine; not spence's, not penelope's. you're all f'me, right princess?"
you nodded, your eyelids held shut n lips bit as you chased your high.
emily grabs your face softly, her actions no where near matching her words. "talk, slut. you cant be an attention whore if you don't speak."
your eyelids flit open, embarrassment taking over. "yes, ems. all yours, i swear, i swear, just please."
she smirked at you, lis arted as she watched you grind against her leg. "atta girl, and c'mon, look around; everyone's dying to see how much of a fuckin' mess you are."
you glanced around the room, seemingly making eye contact with the people around you. you moaned into the crook of Emily's neck as you continued fucking her thigh, and she help your hips to guide you against her.
"fuck, that got you riled up, huh? i fucking knew you were a slut," she laughs, scoffing as you moan out.
"c'mon, baby.. you can do it. you're a big girl, yeah?"
you don't know if it's what she said, the way she said it, or just how fucking good her thigh felt against you, but it has you coming undone. you let out a moan louder than before, obviously being heard by the people outside the office.
as you breathe in, trying to calm yourself after your orgasm, emily just runs her fingers through your hair. "you're-"
a knock, followed by a voice. "uhm, you guys good in there?"
you jump off of emily and get dressed so quick that she's almost choking on her laughter. "yes, yes, we're fine. just a little wet is all."
you smack emily with your bra, and she continues laughing. "so not funny, ems."
"oh but it isz baby," she whispers, wrapping her arms around your waist as she leans in to kiss you.
"we'll have to finish this up some other time, baby. i didn't even properly punish you," she says, giving your ass a light smack as she walks toward the door.
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jflemings · 2 months
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— my stomach’s all in knots
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pairing: kyra cooney-cross x raso!reader part 1
summary: in the aftermath of kyra’s revelation she comes looking for you, only to learn that you were looking for her too
warnings: kinda long whoops
a/n: part 2 to my lacy inspired fic! this took longer than i thought it would to write it bc i kinda lost inspo for the plot :/ but it’s here now!!
kyra couldn’t sleep even when she tried. her conversation with charli on the bus had really gotten to her, leaving her staring at the ceiling of her hotel room at three in the morning going over every interaction she’s ever had with you.
she wondered if charli was the only one who saw it, katrina for sure knew, mother’s intuition and all that, but none of her other teammates had said anything remotely close. except maybe caitlin and sam. and mary hinted at it that one time after the game against ireland. but other than that, no one else seemingly caught on. kyra huffs and rolls onto her side and away from charli who’s sleeping soundly on the other room, closing her eyes and relaxing her tense shoulders to try and be carried off to sleep.
to say kyra looked like shit the next morning was an understatement. her eyes were puffy and her movements were slow and sluggish in comparison to her normally energy-filled body language. she didn’t even care where she sat after she got her breakfast, only realising that she had plopped herself in between sam and steph when sam gave her a hard pat on the back
“look alive, kyra” she says cheerfully, ever the morning person, “you look like you haven’t slept”
kyra’s head falls to the table in front of her and she groans “i haven’t” she grumbles “couldn’t. thinking too much”
steph and sam share a look over kyra’s head, the two of them clearly confused about what was keeping her up through the night. steph places a gentle hand on the young midfielder’s shoulder “are you alright?”
she lifts her head and places it on her hands, her eyes accidentally falling to you from across the room. you were laughing with your sister and mary brightly, your breakfast long forgotten in front of you. the look on your face makes kyra groan again.
sam follows her line of sight and tilts her head “you two fighting?” she questions
kyra snaps her head towards her captain “no! why? do we look like we’re fighting?” she asks hastily
“either that or you’ve just realised you’re, like, in love with her or something” sam says again, mopping up her egg yolk with toast “which would mean that you’re the only one who didn’t know” she snickers to herself, not really paying attention to the colour that rapidly drains from kyra’s face.
steph does though, and she’s quick to put the back of her hand to kyra’s forehead, her brows furrowing with worry “you are so pale, are you sure you’re alright?” she asks “have you drank any water this morning?”
sam looks up from her egg and toast to see what her co-captain is going on about, eyes widening when she really takes a good look at kyra. she casts her eyes over her shoulder to search for you, only to find an empty seat where you had been sitting not even a minute ago. kyra chews on her bottom lip nervously as she watches the cogs turn in sam’s head.
she had been joking, sure, but there must have been some element of truth to sam’s attempt at a jab if this was how the young midfielder was reacting. sam’s jaw drops “oh my god you didn’t know”
kyra groans loud and places her head in her hands in distress “of course i didn’t know! how did you know?”
“it’s written all over your face” sam says nonchalantly, shrugging before putting the yolk soaked toast in her mouth “whole team knows, i think”
kyra’s eyes go wide at sam’s words, her heart beginning to beat rapidly in her chest at the thought of being so obvious about her unknown feelings that her teammates picked up on it before she did. panic really sets in when she realises what whole team means, and she takes her head out of her hands hastily “hayley, does that mean hayley knows too?” she questions, the panic present in her voice.
before sam can give kyra an answer she dreads, alanna speaks up from the opposite side of the table “hayley wouldn’t know even if you tattooed it on your forehead” the defender reassures oddly, finishing the last of her orange juice and neatly packing up her plate and cutlery “and even if she did know, she wouldn’t care” the tall blonde says pointedly as she stands.
kyra blows a breath of relief just as steph pats her head and points at her plate “you need to eat, it’ll probably settle your nerves a bit”
“…yeah, sure”
kyra had been avoiding you all morning. usually the two of you would partner up for drills but instead, she was glued to charli the whole time, not even so much as sparing you a glance. you got the hint pretty quickly and flung your arm around your sister
“looks like we’re partners today, hayles”
hayley looks between you and kyra “not with your partner in crime this morning, then?” she says teasingly.
you roll your eyes and shove her shoulder in the direction of the passing drill you were walking to, brushing her comment off your shoulders. she snickers and grabs a ball, dropping it at her feet and placing her boot on top of it “don’t look so disappointed, y/n, i’m just as good of a partner as your girlfriend” she flashes you a signature smile
“she’s not my girlfriend” you argue quietly, over aware of the fact that charli and kyra were maybe ten meters from you “and keep your voice down, she’s avoiding me enough as is”
hayley rolls her eyes “she’s not avoiding you, she’s probably just not all with it today. charli said that she hardly slept last night” she says, kicking the ball to you
you furrow your brows in thought. whenever you and kyra roomed together she was always the first asleep and always the first to wake up, albeit reluctantly, so the fact that she apparently didn’t sleep last night paired with the fact that she was late for breakfast this morning had you asking yourself questions.
“she was late to breakfast as well” you say lowly, passing the ball back smoothly
“yeah i saw that too” she agrees lightly “if you’re that worried about it just pull her aside and ask her. if she tells you to piss of then there’s not much else you can do about it, but at least you made the effort”
your sister’s words weigh heavily on your mind for the rest of the day, making your mind distant as you think about what to say to kyra. the two of you hadn’t spoken a word to eachother after training, through gym or at lunch and dinner, choosing to instead steal stolen glances from across the room.
you had retreated to the room you shared with hayley whilst some of your other teammates split off into smaller groups to hang out. next door, you could hear mary and cortnee laughing loudly over charlize who was obviously just trying to plead her case about something, your cracked door letting you hear almost their whole conversation.
once the trio’s joyous laughter subsides charlize rule’s muffled voice becomes more clear “did either of you talk to kyra or y/n today?”
your eyes go wide at the innocent question, deciding that she obviously doesn’t know that your door is open, or even that you’re in the room next door.
there’s a beat of silence before cortnee answers her “i talked to y/n this morning at breakfast but kyra was a bit, um, distracted i guess. she wasn’t really hearing anyone when they spoke to her”
“oh” the young forward replies “are they okay?” charlize asks, her voice coated in a worried tone that she’s clearly attempting to hide.
you smile at her concern and nervousness to ask the obvious question. you knew her well as a result of the pair of you playing together at sydney fc for two seasons before you made the move to arsenal, so her worry for you was something that wasn’t unusual. what was unusual, however, was the quiet that followed her question. the silence was slowly becoming awkward and you cringed at the thought of both mary and cortnee not knowing how to answer her.
“they’re okay” mary assures softly “i think they’re just figuring things out”
“figuring things out? what, like they broke up or something?” charlize asks
broke up?
you sat up in bed and let the covers pool at your waist. did she actually think that you and kyra were together? had you seriously been that obvious?
“kyra and y/n aren’t together” cortnee says confused
“they aren’t?”
oh, you would give anything to be a fly on the wall right now.
“no? well…” mary trails off “no, they’re not. they’ve just got a little thing going on, but i don’t know if they know”
“we don’t really talk about it” cortnee adds “even though kyra is crushing on her hardcore”
your world stops for what feels like an eternity as you turn your friend’s words over in your head repeatedly, the words kyra, crushing and hardcore ringing through your mind like an obnoxious primary school sports carnival chant. the confidence that cortnee’s voice oozed was hard to ignore and even harder to forget. she spoke like nothing could change her mind, like she was just simply relaying facts.
it makes your heart beat faster in your chest as you throw the covers off yourself and swing the door open, speed walking down the hall to charli and kyra’s room.
you don’t even knock properly before barging in hastily. you come face to face with charli, mini and harper, the three of them donning shocked looks as you quickly scan the room for the freckled face you’re dying to see.
harper waves at you from her spot on charli’s lap before turning her attention back to the movie that’s playing on the tv. you weakly wave back at her before locking eyes with charli
“kyra?” you question
the blonde defender smirks and nods her head sideways “downstairs”
you don’t even get out a proper thank you before you’re off down the hallway again, practically skidding to a stop as the elevator doors open. hands catch your waist before you take a tumble and you look up hoping to be met with brown eyes, but frowning when instead you’re faced with baby blues.
alanna’s eyebrows crinkle as she smirks “you alright razzle?” she says teasingly, still not letting go of your waist.
rolling your eyes at the blonde and the nickname, you try to side step her and get into the elevator but she doesn’t let you get that far before tightening her grip on your shirt. you huff in defeat and look over your shoulder “lani”
“razzle”
“please let me go” you plead, raising your eyebrows as you tug on her hands
the older defender gives you a lopsided smile “so what, no apology for almost sending me flying?”
“…sorry, lani” you say quietly, taking a breath when she lets you go “i’ve really gotta do something though.”
alanna watches you step backwards into the elevator with a small smile playing on her lips, her tired eyes looking at you softly “she’s with hayley” she mutters before taking her key card out of her pocket and turning on her heel. the doors close painfully slow, leaving you with nothing but your own thoughts and reflection as the levels count down.
kyra can’t seem to get comfortable in the leather lounge chair in the lobby of the hotel; she keeps shifting her weight from one butt cheek to the other and uncrossing and recrossing her legs. hayley sits on the opposite side of the midfielder, her eyes narrowed in focus as she looks over the ‘guess who’ board game.
“does your character wear glasses?”she asks, not looking up from the little characters in front of her.
when she doesn’t get an immediate response from her teammate, raso looks up through her eyelashes “kyra!”
“yeah, what” she responds after being pulled back to reality, her leg mid air and hands lazily thrown over the sides of the chair “oh! no”
hayley raises her eyebrow but flicks down the little characters that have glasses. kyra huffs and gives up on getting comfortable, throwing her legs out in front of her and sinking into the periwinkle blue leather. she grabs her own game board and rests it on her chest as she chooses a random trait to single out.
“does your character have brown hair?” she asks lazily
hayley’s lip quirks “you asked me that already” she says slowly “are you alright?”
kyra hums and rubs her nose before getting frustrated again and pushing herself back up in the chair. her back is now straight and her socked feet are planted flat on the ground “no! i can’t get comfortable in this stupid fucking chair” she huffs
“no — i know you can’t get comfortable in the chair, i mean are you alright in general” the older player clarifies “you weren’t yourself today”
kyra pauses, licks her lips and then leans over so her elbows are placed on top on her knees. her head falls into her hands “…no”
hayley hums and puts the game on the table in front of her “do you wanna talk about it?”
“promise not to be mad?” she asks quietly, anxiousness swirling in her brown eyes like a whirl pool.
hayley almost can’t believe what kyra’s just asked her. her? be mad at kyra? never. well, not never, but certainly not right now.
she raises her brows and leans back on her seat, throwing her left leg over her right one “promise” she assures just as quietly.
kyra takes a deep breath and really thinks about what she’s about to tell hayley. if alanna was right about the fact that hayley really didn’t know that she was in love with her sister — like kyra herself had been twenty four hours ago — then this could go one of two ways. either she freaks and tells kyra that she shouldn’t, or she truely doesn’t care.
“i, um, i really like y/n” she admits quietly “actually i love y/n and i think i have for a while.”
a pregnant pause overtakes the two football players and anxious coils wrap themselves around kyra’s stomach, and the longer hayley looks at her blankly the more she regrets what she just said out loud.
to kyra’s surprise, hayley smiles “yeah?” she asks cheerily
kyra furrows her brows in confusion but mimics her friend’s smile “yeah”
hayley nods in the direction of the elevator “then what are you sitting around telling me for? go see her! she’s just hanging out in our room!”
“what?” kyra’s eyes blow wide “are you serious?”
“yes! do you know how long i’ve had to sit around listening to her go on and on about you? oh my fucking god!” the winger sighs “please put me out of my misery.”
kyra wastes no time practically jumping onto her feet and into her slides, bolting off towards the elevator and bouncing on the balls of her feet as she waits impatiently. the elevator dings not long after she presses the button to go up and she hurriedly steps in, the biggest grin not once leaving her face as she waves to hayley just as the doors close.
she watches the numbers go up until they stop on the floor where the team is staying. the doors are barley open before kyra is barrelling out of them, tripping over her own feet as she goes, and then breaking into almost a sprint to get to the other end of the hallway. her slides make a loud slapping sound that she is sure will get her in trouble tomorrow but right now, she doesn’t care, she just wants to get to you.
she sees the door to your room is cracked and slows down, catching her breath as she grips the cold strep handle and pushing it open all the way. her face completely drops when she sees that the room is empty, a mess of bedsheets on one bed and your phone still plugged in on the night stand. she groans loudly and tips her head back in defeat.
“kyra why on earth are you running down the hall in slides” a voice says from behind her
kyra practically jumps out of her skin before turning around to face a tired looking katrina with her hands on her hips. kyra grimaces “sorry”
mini rolls her eyes “you two are hopeless” she mumbles, rubbing her brow bone “raz went looking for you downstairs, she practically took the door off its hinges when she burst into the room”
“she’s looking for me?” kyra asks dumbly
“yeah. can’t you just call her or something?”
kyra peers back into your room “she’s left her phone here” she explains sheepishly.
“then sit your ass down and wait” mini says, waving her hand about “she’ll come back when she realises you’re not down there”
kyra nods her head and slides down the wall next to the door, fiddling with her thumbs to keep herself occupied, the grin that she’s worn since she skidded into the elevator not going away as she waits.
hayley looks up at you in shock as you staunch her, your tight figure looming over relaxed one “kyra?”
your sister breaks out into a smile “our room” she responds excitedly “you just missed her actually, she practically tripped over her own feet when she jumped up to go look for you”
a blush creeps up your neck “i need to talk to her”
“i know” hayley says smugly “she needs to talk to you too”
an infuriating smirk plays on her lips exactly the way it would when the two of you were kids and she knew something you didn’t. you can’t help but slap her shoulder harshly “hayley! you can’t say that”
“can’t say what? that your friend wants to talk to you?”
one thing about growing up with hayley is that you learnt pretty quickly when to pick your battles and when to just admit defeat. usually, you would take the bait that she’s dangling in front of you, but a nagging thought in the back of your head tells you that you haven’t got time for that. if kyra has been running around silly like you have then you can’t leave her waiting any longer, even if you are so tempted to sock your sister in the shoulder again.
her smirk turns into a soft smile when she sees your body relax “just go” she waves off, clearly only playing.
you do as you’re told and turn back the way you came, greeting the elevator with an eye roll “if you could talk i know you’d be laughing at me” you mumble to the inanimate object “but i know you’d be laughing at kyra too so it doesn’t really matter”
you walk out of the elevator slower than you have before so you can catch your breath. your feet shuffle on the carpet almost lazily until you look up and see the person you’ve been looking for sitting outside your hotel room. her knees are pulled up to her chest and she��s wearing a smile you’ve never seen on her face before, the apples of her freckled cheeks are dusted pink and her hair is messily sprawled out against the wall.
you don’t waste any time approaching her and holding out a hand “i’ve been looking for you”
she shyly smiles “i’ve been looking for you too” she admits as she lets you pull her up “i, um, i really need to talk to you”
the two of you are practically nose to nose and your hands are intertwined in between you “go on then”
“i really like your ribbon”
you furrow your brows and feel your ponytail for a ribbon you were sure you weren’t wearing today, frowning when you feel nothing but an old hair tie “my ribbon?” you question.
kyra screws her eyes shut as her cheeks get darker “what i meant to say is that i like your ribbon because it means that you’re easier to find on the pitch, makes me feel better knowing i can see you”
“you ran around our hotel to tell me that you like the fact that i wear a ribbon during games?” you tease her, suddenly loving the way her cheeks look when they’re red.
she opens her eyes “no, i’ve been running around because i wanted to tell you that i’m in love with you but i haven’t quite figured out how to say it yet” she explains.
a smile overtakes your face and your hands grip kyra’s face softly, your thumbs tracing over her cheekbones affectionately “i reckon that’s a pretty good way to say it” you whisper to her
“yeah?” she whispers just as quietly, slowly leaning in
you guide her face towards you, your lips ghosting over her own “mhm” you mumble “‘m in love with you too”
the confirmation is all kyra needs. she closes the gap and lets her lips softly mould against your own, her hands holding your elbows to ground herself. when she pulls away, she smiles tiredly at you “you think hayley will care if you switch rooms?”
“i think hayley would move me herself if she saw us right now”
kyra smiles and kisses you again quickly “good because i don’t wanna room with charli anymore”
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serenhoshi · 1 year
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𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝
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I’m sorry I haven’t posted in a while! I was working for my finals, and now that I’m done I can post again! 
Here is the beginning of the “Ateez as your boyfriend” series, I haven’t done all the members of seventeen yet, but I’m working on it as well, it’ll come very soon!
So, Kim Hongjoong!
based on his mbti, the man is a lover of love
he is a hopeless romantic, and has a crush 24/7
he loves having a crush, daydreaming a bit about the person that attracted him
it kind of frees him from his busy everyday life
it inspires him for some of his lyrics as well?? (like i know ateez songs are about rebellion and stuff but i’m sure that this man right here has many romantic and cheesy songs about his ex-lover(s) or/and crushes)
anyways, so as I said, he has a crush on basically anyone
he never truly expects anything, like no relationship whatsoever, he really just enjoys the feeling of liking someone
so when he has a crush one you, he doesn’t expect much from it
maybe he saw you at a museum or in a shop or whatever
and he double-checked you like “oh- oh, they look great” (in his head ofc)
and maybe he liked your vibe, your outfit, whatever
he ended up giving you quick looks during your whole visit (if it’s a museum), like a shy kid
he knows he won’t see you again anyway because of his work, and [insert city name] is a big city, so he makes sure he memorizes you well
it really sounds weird but like
he WILL write about you, so he needs to remember details to talk about in his lyrics
As soon as he got home, he started writing his song, it was very quick lmao
so when he was done, he was satisfied and could go back to his work
until he saw you again, at the agency
his eyes opened wide and his jaw almost fell to the floor
he was clearly confused so he played it cool and ignored you as if he never knew you in the first place
like “damn, that not how it always goes”
but turns out you had to work together, because you were in charge of the production of some music videos, so you had to meet with the members to talk about the aesthetic and the mood of the songs, and what to tell in the video
the members quickly saw that hongjoong was acting weirdly around you
like during a meeting, anytime you looked at him he would look away from you, anytime he spoke up his ears would turn red because he knew you were watching him
so they mocked him lmao
and he threatened them back
but they’re ateez, they don’t really care, so they continued
until it got to you
you heard the members being like “hongjoong-hyung have you seen y/n’s haircut today? oh i’m sure you have right?”
“remember when he drew them?? in a cartoon-ish way, it looked cute tho”
“yeah, i want you to draw me too!- why not? is it because they’re your crush and i’m not??”
you were very confused and curious at the same time
so one time your curiosity took over, and you called hongjoong after a meeting with the members (ofc they mocked him when they heard you call him lmao)
you blutly asked if there was someting going on, because you heard stuff from the members, and you needed to know if you had done something wrong, or is they were mocking you for something. not even once considering he could actually like you
he would giggle shyly, hiding his face with his hand
and then he was fully honest with you
he said in a suprisingly confident way, that he hoped something would develop between the two of you, because he really appreciates you
and he asked you on a date btw
i know right
he couldn’t believe it either
the date went very well, you went to the cinema and then ate at the convenience store bcs you were hungry
it was very fun! and both of you started to get attached to each other
you got close very fast, you saw each other a lot at dates, your appartment, or his recording studio
you would just mess around a lot, laugh, eat, sleep, whatever
at some point he just HAD to tell you how much he loved you
you were both in his studio, you had drank a bit, hongjoong more than you, to give himself a bit of courage
he played the song he made after meeting you for the first time
the silence was pressuring to him, while you listened attentively to the song
then you looked at him, confused at what it meant (not really understanding that it was about you)
so he told you
his confession was a bit clumsy, he wanted to do well but he was too stressed, so stressed that he stuttered a lot
but it was also very sincere, his eyes did not leave you, the light reflecting in them made them look so bright and passionate that your heart started speeding up
when he finally said “i love you”, you smiled, and giggled like a child
his eyes were still on you, and you felt your ears burn and redden
you told him that you loved him too, in a quieter voice, shy to let the three words out
he smiled widely, he heard what you said, but he just had to tease you a bit
so he came closer, his face inches away from yours
“what did you say?” 
so you said it again, with a tiny pout on your lips
and he kissed you right after
Now, let’s see how the pirate king is as a boyfriend :D
i’m sure that even though he keeps showing his hate for physical touch on TV, he actually loves it
but only with you :)
when he gets home from work he comes to you and kisses you on the forehead, a hand holding your waist or caressing your back
will get grumpy if you don’t accept taking a bath with him >:(
while watching tv he either holds your hand or puts it on your thigh
same when he drives
loves spending special evenings or afternoons with you
like you both going shopping, taking pictures and enjoying the city
or discovering the new pet cafe <3
maybe an evening customizing some of your clothes, sat on the floor of the living room, with some 2000s songs playing in the back
or you dyeing his hair !
you also cook together at least 2 to 3 times a week
because you’re both bad at cooking but you want to get better
at first it was chaotic, now it’s better
having hongjoong as a boyfriend also means being a new parent for ateez
some of the members (like wooyoung and mingi) will call you mom as a joke
when they come to the appartment (randomly most of the time), you’ll have to handle them with your boyfriend, as much as you can
but hongjoong’s patience is so low you end up handling them yourself while he tries to beat up yunho in the back
hongjoong really has no patience, in your relationship its better
but he still gets angry easily
luckily, he doesn’t give you the silent treatment, he directly confronts you about what he thinks and what made him upset
very jealous, protective, and a bit possessive as well
at first it annoyed you a lot, so you told him and now he controls himself better
but he still always has a hand around your waist during social events, just so people know that you’re taken
i think that hongjoong “weak” side would be how shy he is when it comes to compliment you
he shows support through actions, he encourages anything you do in life and makes sure you know how proud he is of you
but its always hard for him to put it into words
when you’re not here he can describe you with the most loving words, and praise you as if you were a goddess (which you are for him)
but once you’re there he just giggles and smiles like a child
if you get prepared for an important event for example, and you arrive with a gorgeous outfit, beautifully done hair and all that
he’ll stop moving (maybe even breathing) for a while, his cheeks as red as cherries
and then he’ll hug you lovingly, maybe kiss you if you don’t have lipstick on 
it is very rare for him to put it into words
maybe if you get married he’ll finally praise you while you’re here, in front of him? ;)
anyways we’re done here :)
smutty part below!
I don’t think hongjoong ever had sex before you
or if he did it was with some one night stands he doesn’t remember
but still he was quite shy during your first time
he wouldn’t dare look at you at first, both because he thinks his face would go fully red, and because he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable
he still touches you a lot, a bit awkwardly at first because it wasn’t the same with no clothes on anymore :’)
might stare a bit even though he tries to control himself so you don’t feel too oppressed lmao
moans a lot, he can’t stay quiet, even when you’re just making out
no matter what position you’re in, he likes having a hand in your hair, caressing it as if praising you for whatever you were both doing
he talks quite a lot too
saying how he feels, asking you questions to make sure you’re okay, it’s like he says each and every thoughts that goes in his mind
“woah,, again please”
“do you like it that way? should i go on?”
“moan again for me honey”
“you can’t keep your hands to yourself, huh?” 
ofc he has to be a tease when he feels the most confident
i feel like he’s a switch, but still more on the dominant side
like he goes sub mode when you ask him to, but the rest of the time hes dominant
prefers doing it in bed, in your shared bedroom
maybe sometimes in the living room or in the bathroom, but never out of the appartment, even for a quickie
(so making him horny outside of home is very fun to watch, because he cannot do anything on the spot, and just glares at you while hiding his bulge as much as he can)
even tho he is a dom, i think he likes it when you ride him
he loves watching you on top of him
but still orders you around with his hands on your hips, his fingers tracing on your stretch marks
overall he has a great stamina, he could go for 2 rounds easily, maybe 3 sometimes :)
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spacegay-official · 5 months
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Pain For Pleasure
(aka "Din Djarin has a piercing kink send tweet")
So, this was initially supposed to be part of a lengthier headcanon post with more characters inspired entirely by the time I got my nips pierced in July, but I got carried away with Din's, then immediately forgot I had it in my google drive and found it a couple days ago, so... here we are.
Also, I know in that poll I posted the majority running as of right this second is green for Din's favorite color, but I went with red for the color of the beads on reader's piercings just because it felt right (and also it was in second place, so)
Pairing: Din Djarin x afab!reader (no pronouns/gendered terms used, but this is a very tit-centric fic)
Warnings: SMUT, this is pure self-indulgent PWP, nipple piercings, blindfolds bc Din, nipple play (sucking, nibbling, that kind of thing), unprotected PiV sex, creampie, talk of other (namely, genital) piercings, also this wasn't well proofread so there might be mistakes.
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Din was out on a long hunt. You knew it was going to be a while, and while you usually go with him on these sorts of things, he insisted it was a one man job. So, you stayed with the ship, in the port city you’d landed in. But, sooner than later, you got bored.
So, you put the ship in lockdown and started walking around the city. There were plenty of sights to see, and plenty of things to do, but it was a piercing shop with beautiful jewelry displayed in the window that caught your eye. You went in, initially intending just to buy some jewelry from them, but it turns out they were having a special sale. That was all it took to get you to give into the impulse and just like that, you had your nipples pierced.
As you pondered your jewelry options, a thought crossed your mind--what would Din think? He loved your tits and did not hide that fact. You figured he wouldn’t mind the extra decoration. With him in mind, though, you picked out jewelry with red beads on the end. After the quick (and somewhat less painful than you were anticipating, but it still definitely hurt) procedure, you went back to the ship and admired the new piercings in the mirror for a bit. Yeah, he was definitely going to enjoy this.
Several days later, Din came back from his hunt, successful. He was clearly exhausted, though, taking a deep breath and leaning against the hull in the hold once the quarry was in carbonite and unable to cause any more issues. You smiled and approached him, glad you were currently wearing a thin shirt without a bra underneath.
“How’d it go?” you asked.
He turned his head and looked at you. “I’m glad I’m back,” he answered.
He went to turn his head back, but seemed to double-take. You grinned wider, then started walking backwards towards the bed you shared. You sat down on the edge of it, and pulled the material of your shirt more taught over your chest.
“See something you like?” you asked.
Din walked over to you, and immediately got on his knees between your legs. His hands smoothed up your sides under your shirt, lifting it. You took it off the rest of the way.
“Fuck,” Din breathed.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” you teased.
“When did you get this done?” he asked.
“Couple days after you left. I got bored,” you answered, shrugging a little.
Din’s hands moved to hold your tits, then run his thumb over your nipples and the jewelry. You sighed at the sensation.
“So fucking good to me,” he mumbled, his hands gliding down your body again, this time to the waistband of your pants. He practically tore them off, then began backing you further onto the bed. “Probably hurt, huh? Going through that just to look pretty for me.” 
He reached for something in one of the storage compartments next to the bed, and soon your vision was completely obscured by a blindfold. You heard a quiet hiss, felt the bed shift, then hummed appreciatively as you felt Din’s lips wrap around one of your nipples, sucking, his tongue toying with the piercing. You ran your fingers through his curls, slightly damp from being in his helmet on his hunt. He practically purred as you gently scratched your nails against his scalp.
Din gently nibbled your nipple before releasing it and moving over to the other one. The jewelry added sensitivity you weren’t yet used to, and it went right to your core. You were dripping wet, though you were more than willing to ignore that in favor of letting Din take what he needed. And he kept taking for a while, switching nipples intermittently, occasionally pulling off entirely just to look at them, shiny with spit and a little swollen from his ministrations. At some point during this, you noticed he was grinding against your thigh, hard behind his flight suit.
You gently tugged against his hair, just to grab his attention, not to interrupt him. “You should take your armor off, baby,” you mumbled.
He hummed an agreement, leaning up on his knees to do just that. You heard shuffling and pieces of his armor detaching and being set down next to the bed. It was hurried, not the organized methodical way he typically removes it. After just a few moments, he was back on top of you, kissing your lips fervently as he pinched one of your nipples, making your breath hitch.
“I’m going to take good care of you, mesh’la,” he practically growled. You felt him reach between you and free his cock from his pants, and you grabbed at his shoulders as he pushed into you desperately. You moaned at the stretch.
“You’re perfect. All mine,” Din groaned, once again letting his mouth find one of your nipples.
“Mmm… if I knew this would get you this worked up I would’ve gotten it done months ago,” you said, moaning again as Din rutted into you.
Din made another noise. “Yeah?” he asked. “You’d do anything for me, wouldn’t you?”
You hummed, turning into a cry as Din’s thumb found your clit, your orgasm quickly mounting. “Anything, Din,” you breathed.
Din fucked you with a mix of desperation and purpose, never leaving either of your pierced nipples alone for too long. He knew exactly how to get you to fall apart for him, and he wielded that skill well. With how worked up he’d gotten you just from sucking on your tits, you weren’t going to last long in the first place, but you had a feeling he wasn’t either.
He easily brought you to a climax, and you cried out his name as you came. He followed moments after, spilling into you with a delicious moan before he collapsed on top of you, panting. Your hands cupped his face as Din kissed you gently.
An idea crossed your mind, and you grinned.
“That look usually gets us in trouble,” Din commented, though you could hear the smile in his own voice.
“You know,” you started, “there are other piercings I could get. Like… maybe a VCH piercing?”
“VCH?”
“Vertical clitoral hood piercing,” you answered. “It sits so one of the beads of the piercing is right on the clit, makes things more intense for folks sometimes.”
Din moaned at your words, then kissed you again. You made a noise of slight surprise as you felt his hips grind against yours again.
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ghost-mei · 2 months
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New shifting/manifestation method?
Ok so idk if anyone's gonna see this but I just feel like I should share my last shitfting attempt where I went into the void state super fast and easily bc I feel like this could maybe be helpful for people. Both for shifting and just manifesting.
So in this attempt I had woken up but not really yk, I was still in that sorta half asleep state which was really good because it made my mind super susceptible to whatever affirmations I wanted.
Basically the method I did is inspired by something I saw on tiktok recently about using a "now or never" mindset which will trick your mind into thinking you HAVE to shift/go in the void state which will make it happen much easier. So I imagined myself jumping off a really tall building where I'd die if I reached the ground (obviously lol) and sorta just yelled at myself in my head stuff like "I have to be in the void state right now" and just like forcefully affirmed "I am in the void state I am in the void state" and basically convinced myself I would die if I didn't go into the void state right now. And dudes I kid you not I literally went into the void state within SECONDS it was fuckin CRAZY.
I think the key is to not actually give yourself that much time like you have to convince yourself that you have to do it within the next few seconds. This is also why I think you should try this when you're reeaaaally tired and/or sorta half asleep so before bed or right after waking up because then your able to actually convince your mind easily while its susceptible.
Ok so here are steps if ppl wanna try this:
1. Start when you're mind is really tired or half asleep so before bed, after waking up, or during a nap.
2. Before doing anything I think it's good to set the intention of what you want to do e.g. mine was "I'm going to go into the void state and successfully shift to my desired reality".
3. Make up a scenario where you are going to die within seconds (scary ik but trust me). For me I think scenarios where you are falling are the best. And you gotta really immerse yourself in this scenario so sorry to people who can't visualize 😭.
4. Aggressively affirm to yourself that you HAVE to shift or go into the void state right now like its urgent or you'll die.
And yea that's about it. It's like 3 steps and super quick so it doesn't hurt to atleast give it a try. I wanna see if this can work for other people or just me because I have a unique relationship with sleep.
Also no I didn't get to my DR sadly as I got a little scared lol, but I did get into the void state which as you know makes it a lot easier to shift. Sorry if this was kinda rambly this is my first ever post.
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kooktrash · 1 year
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this drabble idea was inspired by this prompt i saw before: “you wanna act single? fine. then be single.”
omg pretty pls do slow burn yandere!taehyung x reader where he’s not rlly a great bf to her so she breaks up with him and tries to get over it by going out with a lot of guys and it’s only then that tae’s possessive behavior grows worse and worse 🫣 pls make it angsty/smutty can be fluffy too hehe whatever works for you
alright this might be so much slow burn but let me explain 😭😭 I don’t like my requests so long bc they’re really just drabbles and something quick. I hope you like it; really enjoyed this request. Love a good yandere bc I’m crazy and need my man obsessed with a capital OBSESSED [but also not in a You kind of way, more possessive lmao] little over 2k words. light smut at the end. angst and smutty?
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“If you want to act single? Fine, be single.”
He swears he short circuit-ed. His eye practically at what you just told him in the middle of what was supposed to be a nice dinner and yet there was an argument involved. He tried to smile or laugh it off despite his breathing suddenly becoming uneven, “What do you mean? I—I don’t act single. I love you, you know that.”
“Clearly I don’t,” your tone was sharp and it had his jaw clenching. What do you mean you don’t know how much he loves you? “You work day and night and when you have free time all you want to do is drink at bars with your friends. You entertain another girl’s flirting right in my face so try. Lie to me again that you love me when I’m not a single one of your priorities. Everyone else seems to be but me.”
“That’s not true. I don’t let other girls flirt with me. I always tell them I have a girlfriend when I go ou—“
“Tae it’s not just that. There’s many reasons I want to break up wi—“ “No, I’m sorry but you’re not dumping me,” he said trying to seem calm as he went to finish his dinner but suddenly he lost his appetite, “We’ll work this out.”
“There’s nothing to work out,” you were suddenly standing and he couldn’t hide his worry anymore, “I shouldn’t have to tell you what’s wrong if you already know it. I’m sorry but this just isn’t working anymore. I’ll head out first.”
“Y/n wait,” he rushed to stand just as the waiter came with the bill and he swears he could kill the guy for stalling him. By the time he was finished paying and gathering his things, you were already in a cab.
“It’s just one date, please? He’s bringing a friend and I’ve got no one,” your friend begged you one day after work. It’s only been a few days since you dumped Taehyung and she’s already rushing you to meet new people. He’s been texting you nonstop when before he’d go hours without responding. It was overwhelming because you still loved him but it felt like he didn’t care. If he did he wouldn’t have constantly brushed you off like you weren’t dating.
taehyung: I love you
taehyung: pls can we talk about this
taehyung: I’ll do better
“Fine but if I don’t like it I’m not staying,” you told her as the two of you left the building to a cab. She cheered in triumph and kissed your cheek, “You’re the best. It’ll help you get over Taehyung and move on.”
“It’s been day—“ “Who cares. It’s been a while that you’ve been feeling like this so you’re ready to m—“
“Y/n?” You both stopped abruptly, just a few feet behind you was your recent ex. You released a sigh as your friend looked at you and you gave her a weak smile, “You can go ahead, I’ll see you later?” She gave you a nod, glancing back at Taehyung once more and leaving. You turned to Taehyung, surprised to see his condition changed in just a couple days. His hair was a mess, he had dark circles, and his clothes looked like it’s been worn for days. You walked up to him, “What are you doing here? You never visit me here.”
“I wanted to see you,” he said honestly, head hanging low, “And I just wanted to… baby can we please just talk? Please, I miss you so much.”
“How? How can you miss me when you’d literally go days without seeing me. This should be something you’re used to,” you told him though you let his arm come to your side, “And I’m sorry but I really don’t want to talk to you.”
“Baby,” his voice broke, holding you closer now, “Don’t say that, please. Just… just give me another chance. I promise I’ll change an—“ “Taehyung I need some space, okay? I shouldn’t have had to break up with you for you to realize what a shitty boyfriend you’ve been.”
His eyes began to water and you’ll admit you’ve never seen him get emotional like this but you had to stand your ground. You’re not just going to stay with a guy who can’t value you. Still, you obviously still care about him, that’s not just going to go away so you couldn’t help yourself. You cupped his face and pressed a kiss on the tip of his nose, his hands on your waist as you said, “I’ve gotta go.” He wanted to keep you in his arms but then a cab came and you were slipping away.
Today was the stupid double date that you didn’t want to go on but you already agreed. You were in a café sitting on some couches having coffee across from two guys. They were both attractive but this felt wrong. But if you wanted to get over Taehyung and how he was when you dated, maybe you needed a rebound.
“So, what do you do for work?” One of them asked you in an attempt to make small talk. You set your mug down, “I’m a columnist.”
“Ah, so you both do journalism?” He asked and you nodded. He seemed nice, obviously attractive and sort of gentle. Even if you might not have been too interested in the date, now that you’re here you should try and make the most of it. Your fingers ran through your hair nervously, “What do you do?”
“I’m a mechanic, I work under cars mostly oil changes or engine changes,” he said with a shrug before smirking, “So if you need some work under the hood, I’m your guy.”
“I’ll make sure to call,” you said with a flirty smile, completely unaware of the man on the phone just tables away.
“Y/n’s here with her friend. It looks like they’re on a date,” Yoongi told his heart broken friend. “What?” Taehyung’s jaw clenched as he sat at a red light, “Where? How many people?”
“Two guys, one’s looking real interested in Y/n right now. Is she moving on that fast?” Yoongi asked, “And it’s at a cafe. I’ll send you the place, are you planning on coming because I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“No, I just want to know the place,” Taehyung lied and yet Yoongi believed him and sent the address. It didn’t even take him five minutes to find the place and park across the street. He got off quickly and tried to bury his face in his phone as he found a table far enough from you that you wouldn’t feel him behind you. He hid behind a menu.
“Wow, Jimin seems to be interested in Y/n and Y/n alone,” your friend said loud enough for Taehyung to hear, “Why don’t you just ask to talk somewhere private.”
“Soomin,” you said in a warning tone but you tried to brush it off with a nervous laugh, “Ignore her. She doesn’t have a filter.”
“It’s fine,” Jimin laughed with you, “Maybe we should though, give them privacy too.”
Taehyung stood abruptly, unable to stop his feet from taking him toward you in a swift move. The guys across from you slowly came to a stop mid-conversation at the sight of him and the intimidating glare in his eyes. It made you turn and your heart dropped, “Taehyung. W-what are you doing here?”
“Came for a drink when I catch you sitting here on what looks like a date,” his eyes were solely trained on Jimin whose mug was pressed against his face in an attempt to hide. He doesn’t know who this guy is and frankly he doesn’t want to know, especially when he just met you and Taehyung’s voice was so deep that with his stare he knew he didn’t want to get involved. Your friend sighed, “Taehyung this was my id—“
“Oh, I don’t doubt,” his tone was bitter turning his glare to you, “You’ve been dying for us to break up and now you’re rushing Y/n to move on? Real classy of you, did you tell these guys that you think you might be pregnant?”
“Taehyung!” Your voice rose as she glared at you. “You told him?”
“He was in the room when you called, I didn’t know you were going to say that,” you said honestly as the guys grew more uncomfortable by the second. You released an annoyed huff moving to stand up, “I’m sorry everyone. I think it’s better if I just go.”
“Yeah, I think so too,” the guy you hadn’t been talking to said, “I think Jimin and I should go too, not really interested in taking care of anyone’s kid.”
You pushed Taehyung out the front door, “Why would you do that? Soomin has nothing to do with what’s goin o—“
“She does if she’s trying to set you up on dates not even a week after we broke up!” His tone was loud as you made it to the sidewalk, “And I can’t believe you would actually entertain another guy right now. I thought you needed space, not some guy who just wants you for sex.”
“How do you know that?” You bit back, “Because that’s pretty much all you used me for. Sex and what? A dinner once a week? A text only when you felt like it?”
“Don’t act like you were always there for me either,” Taehyung said, “You were always too busy too. Sorry I stopped trying when you did and it’s not fair that I’m the only one being blamed.”
“I’m leaving, what you just did in there…” you stopped, trying to keep your cool, “Now Soomin’s going to be mad at me.”
Once again you left him.
He made it into his dark tinted car, hands tightening around the steering wheel and as he thought about what he just saw, he couldn’t help himself. His fists banged into the steering wheel, horn going off for a moment as he released some anger. He rested his forehead on the steering wheel trying to calm down. His eyes were bloodshot red, why can’t you just give him another chance?
He wasn’t ignoring you. He didn’t just use you for sex but he knew what kind of guy he was. He knew how obsessive and unhinged he could be so obviously he distanced himself. He wanted to be in a relationship where you didn’t feel overwhelmed by him but now you just left him. He was too busy scaring off any guy who’d try and talk to you that he seemed to have neglected the love of his life. But he won’t give up.
You can’t believe he was at your door right now. You had a long day at work and now Taehyung was in front of you with a bouquet of your favorite flowers. Your head hurt and you just wanted to be alone. So you ignored him as you unlocked the door and you spoke, “I’m tired Taehyung, I can’t do this tonight.”
“Then let me help you relax,” he set down the flowers on the table, immediately falling to his knees, “Please if you won’t take me back yet then let me love you. You love when I get on my knees. After we’ll watch a movie and stay in or we can go out, do whatever you want. I just want to spend time with you.”
“Taehyung I’m not in the mo—“ “Tae,” you released a sigh as he began sliding up your skirt in the process. Your hands were on his shoulders keeping him at a distance even though his hands were running to the back of your thighs closer and closer to your panties. Your mouth parted in surprise as he pretended to nibble on your thighs between words, “I know you want me to. I know how pent up when you get stressed. You know I can make you forget.”
You couldn’t help but roll your eyes until his hair was getting too close and tickling a certain spot.
“Tae, I know you want to get back together bu—ngh,” your hands tightened around his hair as he pressed you into the wall behind you, nose brushing over your panties, “Bu—Tae!”
“I’m listening,” he muttered, mouthing at your covered clit teasingly over the fabric, “But you’re wearing my favorite panties.”
“We can’t do this, oh fuck, can you just give me a se—“ your lips released a silent moan when he yanked them down roughly. Oh god he knew all your weaknesses to get you to not be mad anymore, you couldn’t help it. You were a sexual being and Taehyung always knew how to pleasure you.
“You’re wet baby, is this for me?” His hands were on your butt, fingers digging in as he grinds his teeth, “Or is this for one of those guys you’re trying to see behind my back.”
“I’m not seeing,mm,” his hot breath was fanning your heat as he spread your legs further apart, tongue giving a quick, shy flick against your hood, “Anyone.”
“But me,” he groaned, arms wrapping around your thighs as he hoisted a leg over your shoulders, “Isn’t that right, baby?”
He was teasing you with very quick licks, and hands that fondled you so deliciously, “Because you know, nobody can make you feel as good as I do. So you can’t just leave me.”
“Then treat me better.”
“I’ll treat you the fucking best,” he gave another lick, even lower, “Even if you don’t like it. I won’t leave you.”
“Tae—“ he cut you off with another, this time tongue flattening between your folds. Fuck he knows sex makes you weak. He peppered kisses against your gardening clit, “I’ll make you feel so good, every night. Every moment of the day that I can.”
“Tell me you’ll take me back,” he looked back up at you, “Please baby, I love you so much and I can’t stand seeing you trying to get over me when I know you still love me.”
“I don’t kn—fuck!” He was going to town now, anything to get you to forget your worries and your hips met his tongue with small thrusts into his mouth, “Fuck, fine. Fine. We’ll try again—“
“God, thank you so much baby, I’ll be better, but don’t ever try to leave me again, you hear me?”
The look in his eyes scared you as his tongue stuck out to lick you again. It was intense and dark but it had you nodding your head, scared to say no. And at the conversation a smile broke out on his face, “Good baby, not let me show you what you’ve missed.”
EL FIN
I’ll probs do like two more requests.
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Day 7 ❄️ KTH, JJK
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Kinks: aftercare, singing carols
Pairing:  Sub!Jungkook x Sub!Reader x Dom!Taehyung
Genre: holiday, smut, established relationship, Boyfriend's Best Friend!AU
Rating: M (18+)
Warnings: swearing, kissing, lovebites/marking, dirty talk, hand job, fingering, oral sex (m + f receiving), masturbation, ass smacking, finger sucking, tit sucking, asking permission to cum, kink negotiation, cum eating, threesome, unprotected sex (alternative bc), multiple positions, spit roasting, face fucking, voyeurism, exhibitionism, reader has a huge oral fixation, whiny Koo, needy Koo, maybe a little bit of switch Koo actually, use of terms like "good boy" and "good girl," Koo and Tae run a train on OC, Koo throws OC around a bit to her delight, Taehyung calls the shots, aftercare
Word Count: 7.5K
Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me
Summary: Your boyfriend brings home a very special Christmas gift for you this year - his best friend Jungkook
A/N: A few weeks ago I woke up from an amazing dream in which my boyfriend Taehyung had brought his friend Jungkook over to play, and immediately knew I had to turn it into a fic. So here you go. It's a little longer than I was expecting. Sorry?
Unbeta'd as usual.
Please don't be a silent reader 🥺 I'd love to know what you think! 💕
Day 6 ❄️ Kinkmas Masterlist ❄️ Day 8
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Taehyung: Hey love
Taehyung: Got a surprise for you. Early Christmas present
Taehyung: Something I know you’ve been wanting for a long time
You: 👀
Taehyung: I’ll be over soon
Your boyfriend might be the best gift-giver you’ve ever met. Somehow, he always seems to know exactly what to get, without any lists or ideas from you. Time after time he surprises you with your heart’s deepest desires. So when he texts you a few days before Christmas to let you know he’s coming over to give you your gift, you feel giddy with excitement, wondering what he’s going to spoil you with now. 
But when the knock comes an hour after his texts, you’re a little confused to find him standing at your door, no gift box in hand, an arm slung over the broad shoulders of his best friend, Jungkook. 
“Merry Christmas!” the two men shout before launching into a rather loud, rather offkey rendition of “We Wish You a Merry Christmas.” They’d been out caroling earlier with some friends, but you weren’t expecting them to continue doing so at your door. One of your neighbors pokes her head out of her apartment in annoyance. 
“Um, Merry Christmas,” you reply, quickly ushering both men into your place. The singing unfortunately continues as you press a kiss to Taehyung’s cheek and offer Jungkook a hug. “Hey, Kook, I didn’t realize you’d be coming over! Sorry I’m such a fright.” Not expecting anyone but your boyfriend, you were already dressed for bed in a racerback tank and frayed joggers, your favorite old pair that are worn with age. 
“Nah, you look great as usual,” Jungkook protests sweetly, flashing a warm smile. Of all of Taehyung’s friends, you like Jungkook the most. He’s quiet, very kind, surprisingly goofy, and always makes you feel right at home no matter where you are. And then of course there’s the fact that he’s the second most beautiful man you’ve ever seen - second only to your gorgeous boyfriend. “Hey, can I use your bathroom quick?”
“Of course,” you reply, and as soon as he’s out of earshot, you whirl on your boyfriend. “Tae, why didn’t you tell me you were bringing a friend over? I look like shit!”
Taehyung grins, peeling off his jacket and shoes, revealing a baggy t-shirt and grey sweats underneath. Whereas you’re a mess in your oversized and threadbare pjs, your boyfriend is still stunning. It’s almost unfair. “You do not, but I’m sorry, love. I didn’t want to ruin the surprise.” 
You furrow your brow. “Uh, okay. I mean, it’s fine, you know I love Jungkook, so he’s obviously welcome to hang out with us. But I thought you were bringing my gift, too?”
“Love.” Taehyung’s large hands grip your sides, pulling you close to him. You let your hands fall onto his shoulders as he drops a kiss on your brow. “Jungkook is your gift.” 
“He… he’s…” 
Taehyung’s smile widens as you realize what he means. It’s something the two of you have discussed, mostly when you’re either drunk or high, lips loosened enough to tell him all the filthy things you’d love to do to his best friend. Taehyung knows you have a crush on the man. Your boyfriend is secure enough in himself and in your love for him to know it doesn’t mean anything. 
Given the way Taehyung always responds to your lewd thoughts, though, you probably should’ve seen this coming. Most of the time, your dirty talk lands you in bed, Taehyung fucking you through every vivid description of your wildest fantasies. He obviously loves to picture you fucking Jungkook. Now, it seems like he’s giving you the chance to do it in real life. 
How did you get so lucky?
You wind your fingers into Taehyung’s hair, devouring his mouth in a heated kiss. He hums happily. “Does this mean you like it?”
“You know I do,” you smirk. “But does he… is he into it?” 
“Well… we were talking tonight, and he mentioned how much fun he had the other night, when the three of us went to dinner? And I kind of told him that you have a little crush on him.” Taehyung laughs as you swat his chest in shock. “From the look on his face, I’m pretty sure the feeling’s mutual.” 
In addition to being an amazing gift-giver, your boyfriend is also uncannily good at reading people. So you’re sure that whatever reaction Jungkook had is more than enough to confirm that he might be down for this.
“I invited him over to watch a movie with us. I think you should ask him yourself, love. I’m sure he’d like that.” 
The sound of the bathroom door opening ends your conversation. Jungkook reappears, a sheepish smile crossing his face when he spies you in Taehyung’s arms. “Sorry, I’m not interrupting anything, am I?” 
You shake your head. “Not at all. Who wants popcorn?”
The three of you head into your living room with some snacks. Taehyung claims one corner of your couch as you settle in at his side, patting the cushion next to you. “Come sit here, Kook.” 
You let Jungkook pick the movie, knowing you’re going to be too distracted to really focus. It’s hard to keep your attention on the screen when your mind is already racing ahead, imagining what Jungkook looks like under his hoodie and sweats, wondering if his skin feels as soft as it looks, trying to gage just how big his cock must be based on his tall, buff frame….
As the movie unfolds, you slowly shift on the couch, creeping closer to Jungkook. All of Taehyung’s friends are comfortable with skinship. You love that they’re such a cuddly bunch. So Jungkook doesn’t visibly react when your arm presses into his. Curling your legs up onto the couch, you place your feet in Taehyung’s lap, and let your head droop onto Jungkook’s shoulder.
“Is the movie boring you?” Jungkook laughs, nudging you with his arm to make you giggle.
“Oh, no, it’s fine! I’m just…” you shrug, trailing off. 
“Getting tired, love?” Taehyung asks, thumb rubbing over the tops of your feet. 
“Yeah, just tired,” you lie, using the question as an excuse to stretch a bit, tank top riding up a little with the motion. You don’t miss the way Jungkook’s eyes follow the fabric. 
“Why don’t you lay down? Kook, you don’t mind, do you?” 
Jungkook’s head snaps up at the mention of his name. He shakes his head quickly. “Uh, here.” He grabs one of the squishy throw pillows from the back of your couch and places it in his lap. You unfold yourself, head resting in Jungkook’s lap as your boyfriend continues to give you a foot rub, more for his own enjoyment than yours. 
You’re tempted to roll onto your back to gaze at Jungkook, but keep facing forward, pretending to watch the movie. Taehyung had said that you should ask Jungkook. How exactly are you supposed to do that? You’re friends, but you’re not sure you’re “Hey, wanna fuck me while my boyfriend - your best friend - watches?” friends. Also, he’s pretty shy sometimes. A direct approach might scare him off. 
The feeling of a warm hand on your bare shoulder breaks you out of your restless thoughts. Jungkook starts to stroke your arm, slowly, almost hesitantly, like he’s waiting for your reaction. With a loud, content sigh, you nestle further into the pillow, and his fingers move more steadily, more surely, finding a soothing rhythm. 
Before long, the end credits scroll across your screen, and a surge of anticipation hits you. Now’s the time to make your move. 
“I guess I should get to bed,” you begin, rolling onto your back. “But I feel bad, Kook. You came over to hang out and I basically fell asleep on you.” 
Jungkook shrugs, lips quirked in a soft smile. “It’s okay. I’ll just come bother you another time.” 
“Kookie,” you sing his name, “you’re never a bother!” Reaching up, you wrap a lock of his long dark hair around your finger, loving the way his cheeks flush as you play with his curls. “It’s getting late, too… And I hate to think of you walking home in this cold.” Jungkook lives only a few blocks from your apartment, and truthfully he can probably bear the cold winter air easily, judging by the heat radiating from him as you lay in his lap. But you’re hoping to convince him otherwise.
As always, your boyfriend lends a helping hand. “She’s got a point, Kook. It’s awful out there. Maybe you should just crash here tonight.” 
“Oh, no, that’s okay, I can just-”
“No, he’s right,” you interrupt, sitting up. “I don’t want you getting a cold, Kook. You better just stay here.” 
Jungkook bites his lip, glancing between you and Taehyung. When he catches your eye again, you pull out all the stops - bottom lip puffing out, eyes widening under raised brows, fingers gently curling around his forearm as your voice dips into a soft register usually reserved for your boyfriend. Typically used when you’re on your knees, peering up at him. 
“Please, Kook. Stay?” 
Jungkook gulps, Adam’s apple bobbing harshly as he stares at you. “I… okay. Sure. Thanks.”
“Great! Oh! Wait.” You look at Taehyung. “I don’t have any extra blankets, do I?”
Taehyung catches on. “Oh, love, I think you’re right. We’re using them all, since the heating’s been on the fritz.” 
“That’s ok, I’m a hot sleeper, I don’t need a lot of blankets,” Jungkook states, shaking his head. “I’ll be fine with a sheet, if you have one to spare.” 
“Uh-uh. I told you I don’t want you getting sick. I’d never forgive myself if you left my apartment with a cold! My bed is plenty big enough for three. Right, Tae?” Your boyfriend nods, lips curling in a slow smile. You rise to your feet, holding out your hand. “Come on, Kook. I’ll show you.” 
The piercing above Jungkook’s right eye glints in the low light of the tv screen as he raises his eyebrow. “Really, I’m okay on the couch.” 
“Nah, her mind’s made up, Kook,” Taehyung laughs. “Don’t try to argue.” 
You sit down again, threading your arm through Jungkook’s. “Kookie,” you say softly, “if you’re just being polite, don’t worry about it. I don’t mind, and neither does Tae. Besides, if you’re such a warm sleeper, maybe you can keep me warm. But. If you’re uncomfortable, you don’t have to.” If he says no, you’ll listen. But you still want him so much that you have to try, one last time. “So. Will you please come cuddle with me?” 
“I’m not uncomfortable,” Jungkook replies almost immediately. “I never feel uncomfortable here. Not with you guys. Don’t want you to think that, but… I don’t want to, um… get in the way.” 
“Oh, Kook. Come on.” Taking his hand in yours, you tug him to his feet. “You won’t be in the way. Let me show you.”
Taehyung silently trails behind the two of you as you steer Jungkook into your bedroom. Your boyfriend’s been content to follow your lead so far, but once you cross the threshold to your room, you know that will change. That knowledge sparks a fire in your gut, simmering low as you climb onto your bed. 
Sliding back towards the pillows, you lie in the center of your bed, and gesture at the two men watching. Taehyung crawls on, while Jungkook takes a moment to peel off his hoodie, tattoos flashing as his t-shirt sticks to the sweatshirt before he peels them apart. Then he joins you on your other side. 
The three of you lie on your backs, staring at the ceiling in total silence for a moment before you speak. “See? Told you there was plenty of room.” There isn’t a ton of space between you, but you’re not cramped together, either. You feel safely nestled between the two men, arms and legs touching but not pressing or crowding. 
You turn onto your side, facing Jungkook. He does the same. From so close, you can practically count the delicate lashes framing his warm doe eyes as he gazes at you. Tentatively, you reach out to place your hand on his shoulder. 
“Is this okay?” you ask, voice hushed. Jungkook nods. “Taehyung, you okay back there?” 
“I’m good, love,” comes his muffled reply as he rolls onto his side and buries his lips against the back of your neck. You smile at the tender kiss, and Jungkook, still watching you, smiles back. 
“See, Kook? Not in the way at all.” You pause, unsure if you should keep going, but decide just to say it. “It’s like you fit in perfectly here.” 
You think you’ve gone too far, but Jungkook just flushes, nose scrunching as he grins harder, and oh, you could just eat him up. 
“I am a little chilly, though, if you want to help….”  
You trail off as Jungkook nods. He slings an arm over your waist, then slides a little closer, nuzzling his head into your neck, while Taehyung molds himself against your back. Sighing contentedly, wrapped completely in their warmth, you close your eyes. If the evening ended here and now, with the three of you falling asleep like this, it would still be a wonderful Christmas present. 
But you know this isn’t what Taehyung had in mind, and that just stokes the fire inside you. 
As if he’s reading your thoughts, your boyfriend speaks up. “Think you could fall asleep like this, Kook?”
“Yeah, actually,” Jungkook answers, lips vibrating gently against your throat. 
“And what about you, love?” 
“I’m very comfortable.”
“But is that enough for you to fall asleep?” As he talks, you feel his fingers trailing along your jaw. The motion evokes an automatic response in you. A need, deep and dark, twisting within. 
“Mmm. Want your help, Tae. Please.” 
There’s a gentle tapping on your lips. “Open up, love.” 
Without hesitation, you obey. Taehyung slides two of his long, thin fingers into your open mouth. 
“Kook,” he purrs, deep voice rumbling through his chest into your spine, sending shivers racing there. “Take a look at my beautiful love.” 
Jungkook lifts his head. You meet his gaze with hooded eyes, sucking on Taehyung’s fingers with an audible swallow. Jungkook hisses. “Oh, shit. What… what are you doing, hyung?” 
“Sometimes she needs something to help her relax. Take her mind off of things. And what seems to help her the most is having something in her warm, wet mouth.” Taehyung’s tone drops as he growls those last words, and Jungkook’s lips pop open. ”My baby likes to suck, don’t you, love?” 
At Taehyung’s question, you grunt, nodding as best you can with his hand in your jaw. Jungkook blinks, mouth still hanging open as he gawks. 
Taehyung pulls his fingers out and holds them in front of your lips, and you lean forward to lick a long stripe from his palm to his fingertips before taking them back into your mouth. 
Jungkook lets out a guttural groan. “Jesus fuck, that’s hot.” 
“She’s such a good girl, isn’t she?” Taehyung asks, and now you’re whining, pleased to hear praise falling from his lips so easily. You love being Taehyung’s good girl. 
The longer you roll your tongue over Taehyung’s fingers, the more an aching between your legs grows. Shifting, you rub your thighs together, just as Taehyung removes his hand from your mouth. You chase his fingers with a needy whimper, but he merely laughs, yanking them away. 
“Poor thing. You always need something to suck on, huh?”
You nod, staring at Jungkook. His pupils are blown, darkness burning in his intense gaze as he watches you closely.
“Kook. Give her your fingers.” 
“Me?” Jungkook props himself up on an elbow to peer at Taehyung. “Is that - is that okay?” 
“I know it is, but it’s not me you need to ask.” 
Jungkook looks at you with a question in his eyes. In response, you drop your jaw in silent invitation. 
With a little hum of assent, Jungkook’s tattooed fingers faintly brush over your parted lips. You moan, tilting your chin up, trying to suck them in, but he just traces circles around your mouth, teasing you. 
As you groan in anguish, Taehyung clucks his tongue. “Jungkookie, be a good boy and give my love what she wants.” 
Since you’re still face-to-face with Jungkook, you catch the way his long eyelashes flutter at the words “good boy,” and you know immediately - Jungkook is like you. He hums again, this time pushing the tips of his fingers just far enough to breach your lips, and you swirl your tongue around them, moaning as he whines. 
As Jungkook continues to slide his fingers into your hot mouth, Taehyung’s hand roams downward, traveling over the valley of your breasts and across the roundness of your tummy to land between your thighs. He grinds his hips against you as his hand slips between your joggers and your underwear to cup your heat, finding that your arousal is starting to soak through the silky fabric. 
“Oh, love, you’re really enjoying yourself, hmmm?”
You moan around Jungkook’s fingers, drool flooding your mouth as your boyfriend’s hard cock presses into your ass. 
“So messy,” Jungkook whispers almost thoughtlessly, wide eyes fixed on your lips, free hand coming up to wipe away the dribbles that spill down your chin. “So wet.”
“You have no idea,” Taehyung laughs, palm caressing the tiny throbbing nub above your dripping slit. “But what about you, Kook? Are you enjoying my love’s attention? Or do you want more?” 
“More?” Jungkook echoes, unable to tear himself away from your mouth for a second. “Can I have more?” 
“Of course you can. My good girl here will do anything you like, won’t she?” As he murmurs promises to Jungkook, Taehyung leaves open-mouthed kisses against the soft skin behind your ear. You melt against him, going pliant while he lightly licks your most sensitive spot. “What do you want to do, love?” 
Jungkook’s hand falls away from your mouth so you can speak. You’re nearly overwhelmed with need right now, wanting to do everything to him - touch him, taste him, flip him on his back and ride him until your legs quake. But you know if you try to rush things, it will only disappoint Taehyung. He likes you to take your time. 
“Can we kiss?” Your answer comes out breathless, longing overflowing so much that your chest heaves. You’ve wanted to kiss this man since Taehyung first introduced you. 
Jungkook licks his lips in anticipation, his eyes darting over your shoulder as he waits for Taehyung’s answer, instinctively understanding who it is that you’re asking. “Please?” he adds, and while you giggle at his eagerness, a wave of selfish delight rolls through you, tangling up with your desire. He wants this, too. He wants you.
Taehyung chuckles into your ear. “Oh, Jungkookie, so polite. The two of you are going to be so good for me tonight, aren’t you? Go ahead, loves.”
Instantly, Jungkook cups your face, pulling you to his waiting mouth. His lips are slightly chapped, the roughness a surprise. Every time you dreamed of this moment, you imagined them to be soft and plush. His kiss is almost as rough, a bit frantic, lips devouring your own as if he’s been waiting just as long as you for this moment and doesn’t want to waste a second. 
You lap at his lip ring, flicking the tiny bead that hangs there. When he licks into your mouth, tongue fervent in its plunging, your hands curl into tight fists, squeezing so hard there’s no doubt there will be tiny half-moon indentations from your nails, a visible reminder of your longing. You need to touch him, but you know the rules. 
When Jungkook breaks the kiss long enough to gasp for breath, you seize your chance. “Taehyung.”
While you and his best friend have been making out, Taehyung has kept busy, tugging your clothes down far enough to expose your cunt to the chilly room air. Goosebumps ripple down your thighs, are smoothed away by his warm hands. “Yes, love?” 
“Can I touch him?” 
Jungkook whimpers, lightly pecking along your jawline. His hands are on your arms, your waist, your hips, wandering all over you. 
“As much as you want.” 
With a relieved sigh, you grasp at Jungkook’s t-shirt, bringing him back to you for more kisses as your other hand gropes him through his sweatpants. The bulge you find there is massive, and you moan at the thought of it filling your mouth. 
There’s a similarly needy noise from Jungkook as you caress his erection. His hips jut forward, seeking your hand, and as you enthusiastically provide more rubbing, Taehyung’s pointer fingers easily parts your nether lips, slipping inside. 
“Tae,” you groan, head kicking back to rest on his shoulder as he crooks his finger to stroke your inner walls. Your boyfriend knows every inch of you, knows exactly where to touch you to make you fall apart, uses it to his advantage whenever he can. He loves nothing more than to reduce you to a quivering, crying mess, and you’re well on your way as he adds a second finger. “Fuck, that feels so good.” 
Jungkook suddenly whines, drawing your attention back, and you lift your head to see him staring at your tits where they’re poking through your thin top. Taehyung leans over you to observe his friend’s face. 
“You okay, Kook? Maybe you want something to keep your mouth busy, too?” The hand not buried inside you grips the bottom of your tank, lightly yanks it up your torso to expose the swell of your breasts. “Here you go. She loves it when I suck on her tits. Don’t you, love?” 
Jungkook looks to you again, and you nod. “Please, Kookie,” you rasp, a huskiness creeping in as Taehyung’s lithe fingers caress your g-spot. It’s getting hard to keep your voice steady as your breathing gets heavier, just as it’s hard to keep your thoughts straight as the growing pleasure overrides everything, turning you from an intelligent person into a mindless creature acting on animal instinct. “Please put your mouth on me.” 
“Shit!” Jungkook exhales sharply.
“Doesn’t she beg so sweetly?” Taehyung asks, and the note of pride in his voice makes your heart sing. 
Jungkook grunts in agreement before latching his lips around your nipple. Your head swims, hazy with delight. The dampness on your breast chills your skin, matching the wetness soaking your thighs, Jungkook’s worshiping tongue moving reverently as Taehyung’s strong fingers plunge rapidly. 
“That’s it, Kook. Give her some love. She deserves it.” 
Pawing at Jungkook’s erection over his sweats isn’t enough for either of you anymore, so you tug at his waistband until your fingers can dive beneath, finding velvet soft skin, drops of precum dotting his head as you wrap around him and give a few experimental strokes. When he moans, you do it again, and again, faster and faster, until he’s panting into your breast. 
“Gotta stop, baby, or I’m gonna pop in your hand,” he mutters, licking a long stripe down the center of your chest. A strange thrill races through you at the pet name, followed by a loud keening as he keeps moving down, down, down, until his tongue reaches the apex of your thighs. His cock is out of your reach now as he suckles your clit with a wild voraciousness.
You jolt at the ferocity of Jungkook’s mouth. “Oh, fuck, Kook, Tae, please! It’s so good, so good, I need to-” 
“You need what, baby? Tell me.” Even though Taehyung’s hand is thrusting into you so frantically that the room is filling with squelching sounds, his breathing is even, his tone calm. Like he’s not currently wrecking you but simply making conversation. The hardness leaving an indentation in your ass cheek is the only indication that what is happening right now is having any effect on him at all. 
“Please, I need to cum! Can I cum?” At your words, Jungkook groans, and the vibration on the sensitive nub locked in his greedy mouth makes your toes curl. “Oh god, please, Tae!” 
“Good girl. Of course you can.” 
It’s not your boyfriend’s words that push you over the edge. It’s the sight of Jungkook’s knitted brow, dark eyes watching you closely as he focuses on delivering you a short but intense orgasm, a bright burst of euphoria that knocks the wind from you for a second. Your thighs clamp around Taehyung’s hand and he stills as Jungkook laps at the result of their hard work. 
“Shit, Jungkookie, look at you, cleaning up like a good boy, without even being asked,” Taehyung drawls. “What do you think, love? Does he deserve a little treat?” 
“Fuck yes,” you sigh, fingers stroking Jungkook’s hair as he leans back to look at the two of you, arousal glistening on his face. “He made me feel so good.”
Jungkook hums, eyes fluttering again as you comb through his silky locks. 
“What do you want to give him?” Taehung asks, glancing at Jungkook with one eye while pressing kisses into your shoulder. 
“Whatever he wants.” 
“Fuck,” Jungkook lets out a pained groan. “You can’t say shit like that!” He rises up on his knees, sweats slipping down his thick thighs to reveal his flushed dick. You know he must be in dire need of release. 
“Why not?” you smirk, sitting up. Taehyung does the same, both men watching as you peel your shirt off and kick your pants to the floor. “It’s true, Kookie. I’ll do anything you want. Been dreaming of this for so long.” 
Jungkook looks to Taehyung, who nods. “I told you, man. She wants you.” He wraps an arm around you from behind, hand cupping your face, tilting it to give him access to the side of your neck. He sets to work marking you with teeth and tongue as you wait for the other man’s reply. 
He’s still looking between you and Taehyung, who is paying him no mind, busy with his lovebites. Taking a chance, you gently grasp Jungkook’s chin to keep his focus on you. 
“Kook. Do you want me?” 
His mouth opens, closes, opens again. He swallows. Then he nods. 
“Yeah. I want you.” He curls his inked fingers around yours, bringing them to his mouth to kiss your fingertips one by one. “You’ll really let me do anything?” 
Struck wordless by the look in his eye, you just nod. Taehyung stops his nibbling and backs away, unable to tear his gaze away from whatever is happening between you and Jungkook, like a rogue satellite caught in the undeniable gravitational pull of two heavenly bodies. 
“I want to do so much, but right now I just want to fuck you, so bad,” Jungkook begins, shuffling forward on his knees. The hand not holding yours drops to your hip. “Wanna throw you on your back and slide my cock inside, deep as I can go. Wanna fuck you into a babbling mess, making all those sweet sounds again, delirious from the way my dick fills your pretty little cunt. I want you to ride me, tits in my face so I can suck on them until they’re raw and you’re begging me to stop.”
In all the months that you’ve known Jungkook, you’ve never heard him say anything like this. It makes you even wetter, to hear him speak with such naked lust, bass rumbling through his voice as he shares his deepest desire. His fingers dig into your thigh as his other hand guides yours to your own mouth. Behind you, you hear the sound of Taehyung spitting, then slick sounds, and know your boyfriend is stroking himself as he continues to watch. 
“Does that sound good? Hmm?” Jungkook barely waits for your nod before he presses your fingers to your mouth. “Suck.” 
You coat your fingers, get them as wet as you can, before he pulls your hand away and wraps it around his cock. He bites his lip, head tipping back in ecstasy as you slowly roll your hand down. “Shit, yeah. Just like that,” Jungkook moans. His chest heaves as you stroke him slowly, almost leisurely, taking your time. “Before… shit… before we go too far…” 
“Ah, right, we should cover anything that’s out of bounds,” Taehyung nods. 
“No choking. No toe sucking,” you say, scrunching up your face, hand not ceasing in its ministrations. “It tickles too much.” 
“Yeah, she really hates that,” Taehyung chuckles. “I’m open to anything. What about you, Kook? I’m a hands-on person. Do you prefer that I keep them to myself?”
Jungkook nibbles at his lip ring. “You can touch,” he murmurs, tips of his ears flushing as he glances at his friend. “But like, I was going to ask, do you have a condom, or…”
“She’s clean,” Taehyung pipes up between grunts. “Both tested recently, both clear. And she’s got an IUD, so you can come inside her as much as you want. She fucking loves that.”
Your boyfriend’s bluntness snaps you out of your daze. Jungkook’s eyes widen again. He glances back at you, and you grin, lightly squeezing the head of his cock to make him gasp. 
“It’s true. Come on, Kookie,” you coo, leaning forward to brush your mouth against his ear. “Be a good boy and fill me up.” 
With a desperate whine, Jungkook crushes your body to his, swallowing your surprised yelp with his kiss. You lean into him, trying to soak up every inch you can touch, absorbing everything, every little detail, from the curl of his lips down to the thickness of his thighs as he urges you onto your back, pressing you into the bed with his weight. You don’t want to forget a second of this, of him, of the way he looks at you, the way he touches you. It feels so different from how Taehyung does. So new.
His mouth covers yours, kisses turning frantic as he rubs the head of his cock through your sodden folds. “Fuck, want you so bad,” he whispers, and you moan in reply. He drags his mouth down the side of your neck as you tilt your head to look at your boyfriend.
Taehyung’s arranged himself against the headboard, propped up on pillows as he strokes himself, long, languid strokes that prolong his pleasure. You know he could sit there for ages just edging himself if he wanted to. He gives you a soft smile before looking at Jungkook. 
“Well, Jungkookie, are you going to give my love what she’s been wishing for? Or do I need to show you how it’s done?” 
Jungkook tears his lips away from the hickey he’s sucking into your throat to glance at Taehyung. “No, hyung,” he says, “I know what she needs.”
Taehyung’s smile sharpens. “Then what are you waiting for? Fuck her.” 
With that command, Jungkook pushes inside. You whimper as his thick cockhead slides past your folds. He hisses, moving slowly, giving you time to adjust to him, but you can tell from the way he grits his teeth that it’s taking all his strength not to just slam all the way in. Running your fingertips over the tight muscles of his shoulders, you lift your head a little to press your lips against his. He hums into the kiss, relaxing, slipping further and further inside you, until he bottoms out. 
“Are you okay?” he asks. 
Taehyung’s not a small man, but he’s not girthy like Jungkook, and it’s a new stretch, but he feels incredible. You nod at Jungkook’s question, and he drops a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose. 
And then he snaps his hips. 
“Oh, fuck!” you moan as Jungkook repeats the movement, thighs slapping against your ass as he plunges deeper. His tattooed hand grips your thigh, pulling it up to wrap around him as he rolls again and again into you. Winding your fingers into his hair, you bring his mouth back to yours, sighing against his lips as he fucks you deep and slow. 
The two of you lose yourselves in one another, until there’s a loud slapping noise and Jungkook suddenly bucks upwards. You break apart to find Taehyung hovering over your figures, hand rubbing one of Jungkook’s ass cheeks, where he’s just delivered a sharp smack. 
“Jungkookie, I thought I told you to fuck her, not make love to her. Do I need to show you the difference?”
Jungkook makes a noise like a strangled whimper. He shakes his head. 
“Then show me that you understand.” 
Jungkook groans, rolling his head to look at you. You brush a sweaty lock out of his face. 
“Please, Kookie. Fuck me hard.” 
The words have barely left your lips when Jungkook rises up on his knees, crawling off the bed. He grasps your ankles and tugs you down to the edge. 
“Holy shit!” you gasp as he flips you onto your stomach, handling you like you’re made of air. Taehyung’s never been able to throw you around like this, or maybe he hasn’t wanted to, but a dark thrill runs through you at Jungkook’s roughness and you moan, and you can tell from the little “Fuck” your boyfriend utters that he’ll likely take a page out of Jungkook’s book the next time the two of you are alone. 
“Up for me,” Jungkook demands, hands pulling your hips up so you’re on your knees, ass in the air. “Stay there, right like that.” 
A pair of lips kiss your exposed cunt, tenderly sucking the tiny pearl there. “Ah, Kookie, so good,” you keen. 
His mouth pulls away, and there’s no warning before his cock slides in. This time, there’s no delay, no waiting while you take him in. Jungkook moves quickly, fucking you like a man possessed, driven only by the need to bury himself deep in your waiting heat, to hear you pant and moan and cry his name, which you do, with every sharp thrust.
“Goddamn, so tight,” Jungkook grunts, sweat dripping down the gentle slope of his nose and rolling off your back. “Feel so fucking good, baby.” 
“So good!” you echo, pushing your hips back to meet his thrusts, fists balling in your sheets with your effort. 
“There you go. Good boy,” Taehyung drawls, sliding up the bed towards you. You turn your face to look at him, but you can’t really focus, eyes rolling back in your head as Jungkook tilts your ass up higher, searching for the perfect angle. He knows he’s hit it when your moans turn to wails. 
“Ah, fuck, Kookie, yes, right there!” 
“That’s right, keep saying my name,” Jungkook rasps, hand cupping your ass, kneading the soft flesh there. “Goddamn, look at this ass bounce.” The room fills with ringing smacks as he delivers a series of quick slaps to your cheek. 
Your entire body feels like it’s on fire, burning up with Jungkook’s every move. His deep strokes have the knot in your gut reaching an unbearable tightness. You drop onto your elbows, pressing your face into a pillow as you let Jungkook take complete control.
“Taehyung.” You barely recognize your own voice, so utterly wrecked. 
Taehyung caresses your cheek, tipping your face so you can look at him. “What is it, love? What do you need?” 
“You,” you croak, pleading with your eyes. 
“You know how to ask,” he replies, fist rolling over his flushed head, and you whine, head lolling as Jungkook pulls your attention back by thrusting in deep and grinding against you, bringing his arms up to wrap around your stomach. 
“Tae, please. Need your cock,” you manage to groan, and Taehyung flashes his boxy smile. 
“That’s my good girl.” As you open your lips, he plunges his cock inside. The salt clinging to his skin hits your tongue as he fills your mouth. When you moan in satisfaction, he tips his head back with a sigh. “Shit, that’s it, love. Always so good for me.” 
Jungkook still clings to your back. He slows his pace a little, shallowly rutting into you while his hands grope at your breasts. The break gives you a chance to breathe a little and enjoy the way Taehyung languidly pumps into your mouth. Although you’re enjoying the closeness of Jungkook’s unhurried movements, your boyfriend tuts. 
“Jungkookie, are you tiring out already? Where’s your stamina?” He cups your chin, thumb stroking your cheek as you stare up at him through fluttering lashes, swallowing around his hard length. “My love here can go all night. If you’re too tired to get her off…” he sighs, shaking his head. “We’ll be so disappointed.” 
Jungkook growls into the nape of your neck. “Not tired. Just, mmm, just wanted to be… deep….” He pinches your nipples as he thrusts harder, and you arch your back, trying to take him deeper without moving your head. “Doesn’t that feel good, baby?”
“Mmmph,” you whimper around Taehyung’s dick, shoving your hips back onto Jungkook again. The fire simmering inside you flares with every stroke. 
“Come on,” Taehyung encourages, hips bucking a little faster as he starts to fuck your mouth. “Come on, Jungkookie. She’s been such a good girl for you, hasn’t she? Taking everything you’re giving her. Isn’t that the sweetest little cunt you’ve ever fucked?” His cock slides faster as he speaks, slipping down your throat, triggering a wave of saliva that you struggle to swallow down. He groans at the tightness. “Such a perfect girl, so good, so tight, just wanna fill her up, don’t you?”
Jungkook’s groans roll through you. Goosebumps ripple down your arms as he straightens up, and you miss the warmth of his body immediately. Then Taehyung pulls out and you can’t stifle your whine, feeling even more empty and cold, but he just laughs. 
“You can have it again later, love, but I think right now Jungkookie’s going to give you what you’ve been waiting for.” 
With a wink, he sits back on the pillows to watch. Jungkook places his hands on your belly and pulls you upright, securing you against his chest with his strong arms as he starts to rock his hips up into you again. He quickly sets a mindblowing rhythm, pounding into you, holding you up when your thighs quiver too much from the strain.
“That’s it, take it,” he rasps, hot breath brushing past your ear, stoking the flames inside you higher and higher. “Shit, gonna fill you up so good, you’ll be carrying me for days.” 
“Kook!” you groan, a broken cry, nothing but unrestrained desire in your voice. 
“Oh, does that sound good? Hmm?” Jungkook’s fingers find your clit and begin to rub. “You wanna be full of me? Walk around knowing I’ve been inside you, that, nnngh, that,” his panting gets louder as he feels you starting to clench around him, “that I’m still inside you?”
“Yes, Kookie, please!” 
“Fuck!” His fingers trace shapes over your clit, sketch confessions that you’ll never read, and you begin to fall apart. He follows. “Ah, fuck, just want - want you to remember-”
Like your bodies, your voices intertwine as you both come, your walls gripping his cock, draining him of everything he has. Taehyung observes in rapt silence, hand no longer moving, just holding himself as he watches his best friend and his girlfriend reach their climaxes together. 
Once your legs feel solid again, you lean forward, letting Jungkook’s cock slip from you as you rest on your forearms, pressing your face into a cool pillow. You feel a hand stroking the back of your head and turn to find Taehyung smiling at you. 
“You okay, love?” 
You’re amazing right now, on an absolute high. There’s only one thing that could make it even better.
You smile back, reaching for him. As Jungkook collapses onto the bed, trying to catch his breath, Taehyung tucks himself into your embrace, covering your body with his. He doesn’t feel new like Jungkook did. 
He feels like home. 
“Want you, Tae,” you whisper, and he nuzzles your nose with his. 
“Are you sure?” he asks, checking to make sure you can take more. You know you’ll be sore tomorrow, but you don’t care.
“Yes,” you breathe, and then he’s inside you, filling you up again, just the way you need. His hands clasp yours, pinning them over your head, as he fucks you into the bed, driving you deeper and deeper, not for a second minding that Jungkook is mere inches away. 
“Shit, you’re so wet,” he groans, forehead nudging yours. “Think I can feel Jungkookie in here.” 
Moaning, you twist your head, looking for the other man. Jungkook shifts closer, lightly tracing your jawline with sure fingers. He looks at Taehyung, who nods, then he leans over and kisses you, soft and lingering. 
Taehyung releases one of your hands so that you can tangle your fingers in Jungkook’s hair. With his free hand, Taehyung slides a pillow under your hips, and you gasp into Jungkook’s mouth at the sudden change in angle. “Ah, look at you two,” Taehyung moans, hips picking up speed. “What a pretty picture.” 
His strokes have found that spot inside you, sparking a new flame, surprising you with its swiftness. When you start to whine, Jungkook slips his tongue into your mouth, and you suck wildly on the wet organ, drool coating the bottom of your face in your frenzied need. The flame bursts forth, burning everything away but you and Taehyung and Jungkook, and with a shuddering cry, your boyfriend spills inside you, coming undone as well. 
There are no exclamations or cries now as the three of you lie panting on your bed. Instead, there is a comfortable silence, almost as unexpected as Taehyung’s gift was earlier. Things should be awkward now, shouldn’t they? And yet, they’re not.
Taehyung is the first to move. He leaves a kiss on your shoulder as he rises off the bed. You watch him pad into the kitchen in all his naked glory, returning a moment later with water and three packs of your favorite gummies.
“Here, Kook.” He rips the corner off a pack and hands it to his friend before doing the same for you. “Have a snack.” 
Jungkook giggles, the sound so light and innocent compared to the debauched noises the three of you were just making. “First a threesome, now snacks? I’m staying over more often.” 
You join him in giggling, playing with his curls again. “We always have snacks after sex. I think maybe you’re just not doing it right.” 
He sputters in mock rage, tickling you until you snort water out of your nose, at which point Taehyung sighs with a fond grin and takes your drink away.
“Okay, I think it’s time for bed. We usually shower together afterward, Jungkook. Do you want to join us?” 
At the man’s silent nod, Taehyung takes your hand in his, then he grabs Jungkook’s and leads you both into the bathroom. Your shower isn’t very big but somehow it holds three bodies just fine. As the warm water caresses your skin, you lather Taehyung’s back, and Jungkook rinses yours. There’s little talking, mostly just quiet hums and tired giggles as you gently wash away the night’s exertion. 
Afterward, you wrap yourself in your soft blankets as Taehyung and Jungkook cuddle up to you, same positions as before, Taehyung's arm draped under your breasts, Jungkook’s arm slung over your stomach. You have both of your hands tangled in their hair. The three of you lie quietly for a while, just enjoying the closeness. 
“This is nice,” Jungkook eventually murmurs, face half-buried in one of your pillows. “I’m glad I came over.” 
“So am I,” you tell him, fingers brushing his raven locks off his face so you can see his sleepy smile. “Thanks for staying.” 
“Our door is always open, Kook,” your boyfriend adds. “Take that however you want.” 
Jungkook hums, already falling asleep. He starts to snore a little, and you smile, knowing how exhausted he is. You’re almost ready to drop yourself, but not quite. 
As unobtrusively as you can, careful not to wake Jungkook, you turn over, facing Taehyung. He’s still awake, favoring you with one of his boxy grins as you look at him. 
“Did you enjoy your gift?” 
Even in the dim light from the street outside, you know your smile must be blinding right now. “It was amazing. Best present ever. Thank you, Tae.” His hand slides around your back as you kiss him, hoping your lips can impart all of the love you feel but can’t express right now, because words simply aren’t enough. “You always spoil me too much. I don’t know how I got so lucky.” 
“Nothing’s too much for my good girl,” he says, rolling onto his back so you rest your head on his shoulder, slotting yourself against him. You fit together perfectly. “Get some rest, love.”  
You smile as you drift off to sleep.
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fairysluna · 10 months
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Can you write smut prompt 21 with Jace please, it can be modern or not…thank you ❤️ with a hint of fluffs
i got a bit inspired with this one, it has 1k words, bc ngl i kinda love this trope w jace. Hope you like it, love!!🤍
TAGS - smut (+18 mdni), friends to friends w benefits, modern!jace
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"Oh, fuck- baby, come here."
You felt him grabbing your cheeks and forcing you to stand up at the same time you used the back of your hand to clean the drool that had fallen down your chin, even reaching your neck. Jace brushed his thumb against your swollen lips and he bit his own at the sight of your soaked cheeks – caused by the tears. His dark, brown eyes were roaming down your face, you were able to find signs of sparkling illusion in them as they shined under the dim light of the room. He let out a small chuckle, almost as if he was still in disbelief. Suddenly, the way he was looking at you made you feel somehow exposed to him, like he was able to see through your eyes and into your thoughts; but it did not bother you at all.
His eyes scanned your body until they reached your breasts; your dress had been pulled down enough to set them free, and the traces of his saliva were still making your nipples glisten. His mouth waters once again, the urge to taste you succumbs his senses as he almost let out a soft hum of delight at the godly sight of you. He wanted to take his time to get to know your body; to tease your soft skin until it bristles under his touch, to let his lips and tongue taste the whole of you until the only word you would remember was his name, he wanted you to provide you with the pleasure you deserved… but time was not in your favor in that moment, and if he wanted to do something, he had to be quick. Soon they would start wondering where the hell you both were.
He kissed you, and it took you by surprise. Your mouth opens, giving him the permission to let his tongue wander around your mouth. The taste of liquor was present in both of you; those five shots of tequila had given you the courage to do what you were waiting to do for years. It gave Jace the courage to pull your dress up and move your panties to the side, exposing your swollen pearl that was already aching with the lack of attention. He grabbed his length, rubbing the tip against it, stealing a gasp from you that was silenced by his wet and desperate kisses. He hummed, feeling your arousal covering him as he let himself tease your folds slowly, in an almost torturing way.
Your back fell against the wall behind you, one of your legs being wrapped around his hip as the other was barely keeping you standing. A subtle movement of your hips was all he needed to know how needy you were for him, and he listened. Soon, he found his way inside of you, sinking in your tightness while spreading you open with a delicious stretch that made you whine out of pleasure. Jace hissed while he was slowly filling your dripping entrance, panting already as he never thought you would feel this good. His thousand dreams about you never prepare him for this.
Once you felt his pelvis pressing against your pearl, he gave you a minute to adjust to his size, though a few seconds were all you needed before you were greedily trying to move your hips to create the friction your body desperately wanted. You heard a raspy, breathy laugh which sent shivers down your spine, and in a matter of seconds he was pounding against your heated core, making you a moaning mess in such little time. It was embarrassing how easily you started to whine, but his thrusts, hard and deep, were making it impossible for you to hold your cries back.
His hands were grabbing your arse to keep you steady and control your movements, and his. You were able to hear his soft whimpers mixing with the muffled music in the background, and they did nothing but to increase the arousal between your thighs.
There was a point where Jace was unable to control himself anymore, and his movements became rougher, faster – almost animalistic. Your hands were pulling his thick, brown curls as your eyes were rolling to the back of your head and he was leaving dark marks in your soft skin. The sound of your bodies slapping with each other was all you could hear; an obscene sound that echoed in the small room and was blended with the soft pleas that were unconsciously escaping from your lips. "Please… please," you would murmur, hiccuping with each thrust, "fuck, baby, I'm so- oh, fuck… I'm so fucking close, please…"
Those small whines seemed to have caused something inside of Jace, for his cheeks flustered –probably at the pet name–, and his eyes darkened. You saw drops of sweat falling down his forehead; his free hand took the hem of his shirt to his mouth, where he held it between his teeth, giving you the perfect view of his abdomen contracting each time he would bury himself in you. It was too much for you; the sweet stretch his thickness would make you feel, how his pelvis rubbed against your pearl, the way he looked and the way he sounded.
The orgasm made you see stars behind your heavy eyelids. Your hips shaking as your legs trembled and your release gushed out of you. You let out a loud gasp, followed by cries and a notorious panting. Jace followed you, emptying himself and filling you up with his load. Three more thrusts was all he needed to feel spent and tired, and he let his face hide in your neck as he tried to regain the air he had lost.
You did the same, taking deep breaths and holding him tight as his fingertips were caressing the skin of your thighs.
"Does doing these kind of things make us friends with benefits?" Jace asked out of the blue, making you laugh a bit too loud.
"I thought I was your best friend," you clarified, using a teasing tone. Jace left the spot in the crook of your neck and smiled at you before kissing you, this time more softly.
"You are my best friend…" he said between kisses, "my best friend with benefits, now I guess."
"Thank you for the promotion," you joked, and he brushes the tip of his nose with you.
He could not hold back the bright smile that appeared in his handsome, flushed face.
"Anytime."
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