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The Devil Wears Valentino | MYG

Title: The Devil Wears Valentino

Pairing: Devil!Min Yoongi x (F)!Reader

Rating//Genre: (M) | One Shot, Spooky AU, Supernatural Creatures AU, Not Quite Friends to Lovers, Age Gap, Technically Slice of Life, Angst, Smut and Fluff

Summary: Having known him for years—from a small mistake on your behalf, and a favour on his—you’re one of the only people he seems to be able to put up with for company. Certainly the only one he’s half-way decent with. But what’s more surprising to you is that despite his name, reputation, and the fact he’s always joked he’d have killed anyone else by this point, is that he’s never once tried to cause you harm.

Actually, he’s almost…protective of you. In his own weird way.

And obnoxiously flirty.

Warnings: language, violence, tae is a menance, drinking and alcohol, Min Yoongi as the Devil -> Lucifer Morningstar? we dont know him, mentions of murder, mentions of torture, mentions of rape -> Sal's an ass and he deserved what he got, somewhat graphic gore/horror (yoon tries her best but she's not very good at spooky), slight POV switches, one (1) mention of reader having hair, fluffy in parts,

Explicit warnings under the cut.

Word Count: 10,488

Release Date: October 31, 2023, 12:00PM

A/N 1: Ahhhh! Welcome to my very first halloween special!!! I wanted to do something for my favourite holiday this year, and I've had this title written down without a plot for maybe just over a year? So I'm really excited to finally use it!!

A/N 1.5: Thank you to my absolute darling @katykatmeow for beta'ing this for me so late in the night. I adore you so much

A/N 2: The whiskey glass and whiskey are hand drawn vectors because I'm a glutton for punishment. Why do I keep doing this to myself.

Explicit Warnings: ahaha uhhh, unprotected sex (dont be stupid) kissing, breast play, fingering, oral (f rec), groping, pet names (sickening amount), dirty talk, praise, slight degredation, hair pulling (m rec), spitting, handjob, body worship, cowgirl, from the back, missionary, a lil bit of crying, spanking, size kink, voice kink, hand kink (look, he's a lot okay, don't blame reader), sl*t/wh*re mentions, multiple orgasms, creampie, I think thats it? Yoon went a little bananas with this one.....

Slow jazz floats through the air of the club, wading around the modestly-sized venue. You’d say it was almost cozy, but with the expensive feel of the place, cozy just didn’t seem like the right word.

Intimate. That would be a better choice.

From behind the bar where you stand, to the velvet couches in the back covered by decently dressed lesser demons, piano plays alongside gentle drums. Dark navy cushions soak in their conversation of effective torture methods, discussed like stock market trends, they dissect the best way to decapitate someone so you can instill the most pain and suffering.

The answer is always with a dull knife and from the back, blindly. Never knowing when the next cut will be is half the agony.

You try not to pay attention to that though, because the only thing you need to know is that they drink Vodka Tonics and lesser demon number four’s glass is looking to be on the emptier side.

He’ll be back for another soon.

While you wait for his arrival, the rhythmic notes continue on, gliding along shiny, black floor tiles. They pass the burgundy leather booths that face the stage, full of vampires trying to relive long lost youth in the old melodies played. They turn to stone just a little bit more with every passing minute they’re forced to live, keeping no company besides the pleasant burn down their throats and ever present melancholy.

Banshees listen in from the mezzanine, only ever soft spoken when they’re here. Covered by velvet draped ceilings that dampen sounds to the outside world, the women of three distinct ages sit at tall tables. The young in heels and short dresses, proudly showing off their youth, while the elders choose more elegant wares, content as they can be in their skin, considering their blood soaked pasts.

Banshees tend to discuss privately amongst themselves, ordering walk up service so as to never mingle with the men on the floor. You can’t blame them, especially knowing how they all got here in the first place, but they’re polite when they enter, greeting you kindly despite what you are to them. The trays you bring up for them never waver from their drink of choice, The Irish Sour.

And then there are the Djinn, who come in mostly just to pass the time. Sitting by themselves at the bar, or in no more than groups of two at a far table, they never interact with anyone other than the bartender or themselves. Djinn are increasingly solitary creatures of the night, with the fear of their kind lessening in mortals, you’re starting to see less and less of them as the days pass, and you’re almost sad to see them go.

Djinn are your favourites. They come in, order, keep to themselves, and then leave. It’s a nice change from the usual light conversation you’re forced to keep with patrons. Plus their orders are always easiest, as they only drink virgin. It’s a bit of a blow to the bar aspect of the establishment, but they come for the atmosphere, grateful to have a place they can exist with like minded folk—even if they don’t interact. There’s a comfort in familiarity, you guess.

Occasionally some other creatures of the night mix into the masses; fae, chimera, leprechauns, goblins, et cetera. All dressed in their nicest clothes to accommodate your work's dress code, all here for peace from their day jobs, to drown their sorrows, or somewhere in between.

Some come for an hour, others come for the night, but it’s mostly just your regulars who tend to remain, as do their drink orders. It’s a relatively easy job, and you don’t mind the company.

Most of the time.

You’ve just finished serving the lesser demon from earlier when your coworker bugs you for the hundredth time tonight.

“I don’t get why you're so hellbent on this, Y/N. If you’re closing, he’s coming. Because he always comes when you're closing. It’s simple math.”

“No he doesn't,” you dismiss Taehyung, a cocky but rather beautiful incubi, annoyedly. Taehyung is the type that knows he’s pretty and uses it to his every advantage, including being able to say whatever he wants and get away with it. And it would piss you off except it works on you too.

Fucking incubi demons…

You were one of only two mortal bartenders, the other being Lia, a cute blond who only works here for the tips. The boss likes to keep a couple humans on staff in case any wanderers stupid enough to come inside a den of nocturnal, evil creatures didn’t catch the vibe and immediately fuck off.

You’d be surprised at how shitty some people's self preservation instincts are.

You asked your boss once—a very large, very well built, very well connected vampire—why he bothered having a layer of protection for them. His only response was: “Business is business.”

Plus he knows he can’t have a trail of bodies that lead directly to his club's front steps, so he keeps a couple of mortals around just in case. This way, with you two here, there was always someone who knew all the drinks the humans could have, and someone to keep all the greedy eyes around the venue in check, as you have banning and kicking out privileges.

Because where you saw Kin, your regulars saw food, a hunt, or a job. They saw something to be taken advantage of or killed. They saw poor, weak, pathetic little mortals that should’ve been eradicated centuries ago had their ancestors been smarter.

They are the superior beings in their eyes, your race is just a bug to be squashed under their proverbial boot.

It makes you worry what they think of you. Is the only thing that stops them from devouring you whole the fact that you make their drinks just the way they like it, that you have a use in serving them? Or do they respect you enough now that you understand how to act around them and know what they’re like? What they are.

You worry, but you’ll never know the truth because you aren’t stupid enough to ask and show weakness. They can smell that shit from a mile away, and all it does is paint a 30 foot wide target on your back.

“Yes he does. I bet you tonight's tips he’ll be here in the next two hours,” Taehyung presses.

And ooohh, a night’s worth of tips, bragging rights, and winning a bet against Tae all sound way too good damn to pass up.

“You’re delusional,” you say, holding out a hand. Tae grabs and shakes, as you agree to his terms. “And you’re on, don’t come crying when you lose.”

There’s no way he’ll show up. It’s Friday night, the night of sin, he’s going to be up to his eyeballs with work…stuff.

“Easiest money I’ve ever made,” Taehyung grins, and with the confidence in which he does, you begin to second guess your own.

It’s not that you did or didn’t want him to show up, it’s just that your relationship with him is…complicated at best. You never really knew how to navigate a conversation with him outside of surface level banter and jokes, but it’s always been like that with you two.

Having known him for years—from a small mistake on your behalf, and a favour on his—you’re one of the only people he seems to be able to put up with for company. Certainly the only one he’s half-way decent with. But what’s more surprising to you is that despite his name, reputation, and the fact he’s always joked he’d have killed anyone else by this point, is that he’s never once tried to cause you harm.

Actually, he’s almost…protective of you. In his own weird way.

And obnoxiously flirty.

But you could never. Not with who and what you are, and who and what he is.

Regardless of how you fight the heat down in your cheeks every time you see him, and how your heart flutters against your will in multiple places in your body at even the thought of being near him.

Regardless of the fact that you shut him down every time he suggests anything more than an over the bar conversation, and the way your panties seem to always dampen in his presenc–fuck.

It’s happening again. Stop thinking about it, stop, stop st–wait. You turn, seeing the violet ichor in Tae’s eyes and you know the bitch is using his power on you. You flip the asshole off and he chuckles.

He’s been trying to get you to change your mind ever since the first time he saw you deny yourself.

“You know I can tell when you’re hot and bothered right? Incubus, remember? It’s literally part of who I am.”

To which you think again, fucking incubi…

Your most infamous regular is, to quote your favourite tv show, ‘the bane of your existence and the object of all your desires,’ and you will never, ever entertain his annoying, disgustingly hot ass more than you already do. Not after everything you went through the first—and last—time with a creature of the night.

You learned your lesson.

So instead, you try to think of him more like an old friend. The kind that’s actually really old already, but looks amazing for his age. The kind that makes shivers run up your spine when he talks to you in the deepest, most gravel turning voice you’ve ever heard, that you also ignore out of pure self preservation. He’s the kind that you shove out of your thoughts at night when your alone and in desperate need of relie—Fucking Taehyung!

You whip your head around to search for the violet eyed incubus, only to see him across the bar helping some stocky vampire. And you’re about a hair's breadth away from ripping him a new one in front of said vampire when the idle hum of chatter in the bar ceases and the band’s calming music falters into missed notes and a cymbal crash that's too hard; awkward, painful silence remaining.

From behind you, you can hear the front door close, followed by light footsteps that grow louder and louder. Only once the seat directly behind you creaks with the sound of being occupied, does the chatter and music resume.

Which can only mean one fucking thing.

You just lost all your tips for the night.

Tae’s shit eating grin as he looks over your shoulder confirms it.

Fuck.

“Excuse me,” the bottom of the ocean floor speaks and you make a conscious effort not to react.

“Ardbeg Single Malt, neat?” You throw over your shoulder, not bothering to look just yet.

You know precisely where he sits. And he knows you know.

“Sounds perfect,” he responds, and you focus on ‘looking for the bottle.’

You know exactly where it is.

No one else will touch it.

Taehyung busies himself with bringing an order of Bloody Mary’s down to a booth on the floor, knowing he’ll be burned alive if he so much as looks at a whiskey glass.

No one serves him but you.

But more importantly, nobody disrespects you in front of him. A lesson your ex–see: dead–coworker, Sal, learned the hard way. His burn mark is still seared onto the floor behind you.

You’d almost felt bad that day, but he was a lust demon who touched you without your permission, hit on you every five minutes, and when you said no, treated you like shit.

You’d been close to dousing him with vodka and lighting him up yourself, but the man tapping his fingers on the bar behind you beat you to it 15 seconds after sitting down one night last year.

After shoving Sal off you for the fourth time that night, he was pissed. Whispering obscenities to himself loud enough so you would hear,

“Fucking stupid mortal bitch, maybe next time I’ll just drag you into an alley do whatever the fuck I want. Nobody here’s going to stop me. And maybe then you’ll learn to shut up with this dick in your cunt and my fingers down your throat, huh? Leave you to rot with the garbage where you belong after you’re all used up.”

He didn’t take another breath.

A single burst of blistering flame had Sal reduced to ashes in seconds. You’d felt the heat from it, but your skin remained burn free, safe from its dangerous blaze. The lust demon from then on only existed as a smudge on the ground to be walked over.

“Thanks,” You’d said.

“It’s where he belongs,” he responded.

Grateful for his kindness, you entertained him more than usual that night. Engaged in an actual conversation, about your birthday of all things. You had no idea why he wanted to know, but you considered the information his reward for helping you, and he seemed pleased with it.

But he was more than pleased.

After years, you’d revealed something to him. Something personal.

He took it as a sign that he might be able to get you to change your mind one day, if he did everything just right. Having played the long game before, this was no different. The only thing different this time, was you.

Maybe it was the way you walked with such confidence, or the way you never cowered in fear around him. Not the day you met nor any day after. Or maybe you were sent by his father just to mess with his head. He didn’t care. All he knew was what he wanted, and that he was more than willing to wait as long as was needed to get it.

A nursery rhyme from your childhood plays in your head every time you see him. It never wavers, just like the eyes you can feel on the back of your neck, watching your experienced hands make his drink.

Quietly, you recite it to yourself while you grab the bottle;

‘One for sorrow,

Two for joy,

Three for a girl,

Four for a boy,

Five for silver,

Six for gold,

Seven for a secret never to be told.’

You pour, steady hand making it last as long as you possibly can to gain a few more seconds to compose yourself.

‘Eight for a wish,

Nine for a kiss,

Ten a surprise you should be careful not to miss,

Eleven for health,

Twelve for wealth,’

You put the bottle down and cork it before returning it to its place on the shelf. Taking a deep breath, you turn to finally face him, and change the wording of the last line to fit your situation better.

“One Ardbeg Single Malt neat, for the Devil himself.”

He snickers, “I always liked that nursery rhyme. It’s cute. Like you, Angel.”

You roll your eyes. To anyone else that would sound like a compliment. But coming from the Devil it’s more of an insult. One you know is meant in a playful way after all these years, crass in his humour, just like you. And you know he can take a little heat back.

“Wow, that’s a classic,” you grab a glass to polish, keeping your hands busy so they don’t do something stupid while you’re distracted. “Got one of those for you too, ‘Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?’”

He chokes on a laugh before straightening on the barstool and putting on a face. “I don’t think that joke’s appropriate.”

“Oh come on Yoongi, you come at me with ‘It’s cute, like you, Angel’ and I can’t poke back?” You ask, knowing full well his uncomfortable look is all an act. “I thought you didn’t have any feelings besides rage, lust and currently; insufferable flirting.”

You know the entire club listens in to your conversation.

No one calls the Devil by his first name.

Nobody speaks to the Devil unless spoken to.

And no one makes jokes at the Devil’s expense and lives.

No one except you.

What a funny little exception you are.

Yoongi drops the act, a sly smirk that sends bubbles to your brain, replacing it. “So you admit my flirting isn’t always bad. Must be doing something right then.”

You force yourself not to slam a palm into your forehead. Of course that’s what he got out of your sentence.

You aren’t going to make his ego any bigger than it already is.

“It isn’t working,”—fuck, yes it is—“if that’s what you’re asking. Can’t say I’m surprised though, I hear you’ve been out of the game for a couple millenia,” he quirks a brow at that.

Ooo, that means you’re nearing thin ice, haven't been there in a while…Let’s see if you can slide around a bit more without falling in.

“I mean, I’m sure you’ll get there eventually. If you stay consistent at your current rate of progress you could hit me up in,” you suck air in through your teeth and look at the ceiling, before checking a watch you don’t wear, pretending to think, “a thousand years?” You tease, a lilt in your tone. Because if Yoongi was going to make your shift this fucking difficult just by breathing near you, then you sure as Hell can do the same for his night.

He chuckles like the coals of a fire and you cross your legs behind the bar. Motherfucker…

“Someones got a mouth on them tonight,” he says, looking directly into your eyes as he takes his first sip, savouring the taste before swallowing. His tongue dips to his bottom lip for any remnants and you gulp, vision dropping for a millisecond—oh for the love of—and you finally notice what he’s wearing.

Much to your dismay and dwindling willpower, he looks fucking good. With only a white scarf to accent, the all black Valentino suit fits in perfectly with the bar’s dress code, as well as the long slicked back hair he’s only recently started to grow out. Just seeing it like this makes you want to run your hands through and mess it up.

You’ve always had a thing for men with long hair, ever since you were young.

Jack Sparrow, Madmartigan, even The Winter Soldier. And come to think of it, none of them were exactly the good guys in their respective universes either…

Nope! No. You can’t. You can’t.

You can’t for so many reasons, so many good and bad and everything in between reasons. You’re nothing more than a flimsy human while he’s the Great Immortal Evil. The person people whisper the name of for fear of incurring his wrath.

The King of Hell.

He’s the person that walks into a room and everyone balks under his gaze, terrified of what he may do. He’s killed millions with no mercy. Doesn’t so much as think twice to horrifically burn someone where they stand to ash in hellfire for breathing the wrong way near him. He lavishes in the screams of sinners, punished in their own blood and bones, beaten into a shell of who they were in the nine circles of Hell. Left gaping, broken and sobbing in agony for their suffering to end.

Yoongi is walking nightmares and visceral terror. He is merciless violence and brutality abandon.

Yoongi is living, breathing, unyielding death wrapped up in deceivingly beautiful packaging.

He is the epitome of someone you should not like, should not go near, and definitely should not want in the way the thrumming in your bones is telling you, you want him.

You have to stay away from him.

But that doesn’t mean you can’t flirt back a little.

As salaciously as you can muster, you whisper low, “But it’s nothing you can’t handle,” and you swear you see a hint of surprise in Yoongi’s eyes, followed by something so much deeper that you have to look away under the guise of checking for any newcomers.

It’s a dangerous game you’re playing. One you need to move the pieces of very, very carefully.

There’s a handful of people waiting to be served, but none disturb Yoongi’s service. So you’re forced and relieved to cut the interaction short. For both the waiting patrons, and your sanity.

“Enjoy the whiskey, Yoongi.”

Yoongi doesn’t bother you for the rest of the night, instead he watches you help the other patrons and make drinks. No one dares sit within three seats of him on either side, so the booths and tables fill more than the bar does, forcing you to do more tray work than you like. And you think you can feel those eyes on the back of your neck travel elsewhere.

Soon after he takes his last sip, Yoongi leaves far too much cash on the table to cover a single drink, and you know Tae won’t include it in tonight's bet. He rather enjoys being alive.

The first time he did this you tried to give it back, insisting it was too much. But one threat to Tae’s life had you accepting the outrageous amount he left you every time. Despite how much he gets on your nerves, you rather enjoy Taehyung's company on your shifts. And you didn’t want to risk having a new coworker like Sal again.

Thank you, Yoongi. You silently think to yourself every time he does. His tips are one of the only reasons you’re able to take care of yourself so well.

You live in an apartment you should not be able to afford on a bartender's wage. Eat well, buy all the brand name products for the skin care routine you could only dream of having as a teenager, and you’re able to get yourself a little treat every once in a while.

All thanks to the one man the world claimed was the purest entity of evil there was.

And maybe he is.

But not to you.

The rest of your night, and closing go smoothly. The journey home passes by in a flash and soon you’re flopping into your bed, asleep before you hit the pillow.

You dream of Yoongi and Hellfire and things only your subconscious will let you. The thoughts that you force away every time you see him.

The burn of his hands on your skin and his lips on your neck. The warmth that spreads over your entire body at the mere mention of your name from his lips. His tongue in places you wouldn’t dare allow him to even think about in the waking world.

And you wake from an orgasm he wasn't in the waking world to give you.

It’s the last Saturday in October, which means it’s also your birthday.

You found it rather funny that the one person the Devil could stand to conversate with was born on his night. Maybe that’s coincidence or maybe that’s fate, either way you didn’t care, because you had it booked off work and you were going to a bar and dancing with your friends, dressed up in the sluttiest costumes you could find.

Your recent visit with your birthday's namesake inspired your costume this year. Wearing the shortest, blood red leather dress you could find, the slits up the sides ran almost to your hips, and a corseted waist that made you feel sexy and fierce. You’d paired it with some velvet horns, a tail, pitchfork, crimson lace stockings and your most recent edition; red bottomed strappy stilettos.

They’d been your birthday present to yourself, courtesy of Yoongi’s most recent tip. And needless to say, you felt hot as shit. No one could tear you down tonight.

All your friends met at your house before ridesharing down to a club. It’s loud, hazy, and filled with other Devil’s Night party goers as you arrive, smoke lingering in the air and you can feel the wave of dancing coming from further inside.

Someone buys you your first round within a minute of being let in, lemon drop filling your taste buds as you knock back the shot. Another is ordered immediately after the first, it runs smoother and tastes like chocolate as you make your way to the dance floor.

Aside from you, your friends are dressed up as a wild mix of characters. Rey is dressed as Daphne from Scooby Doo, Yaejin is Nezuko from Demon Slayer, Bryce is a gender bent Legolas from Lord of the Rings, Declan is Donatello from the Ninja Turtles, Cam is a ghost, and Trin is a character from a book you’ve never read. Something about dragons and magic and vermin—or was it venin? Whatever. But they were in all black and had used silver hair spray on the tips of their hair.

You let the alcohol make its way through your veins as you dance, loosening up. The DJ mixes songs together in a way that never has the crowd thinning out and you laugh as you move with your friends, swaying and rocking and grinding.

You needed this.

A night out just to let go, have fun, forget everything and hopefully get lucky by the end of it. It’s been a while since you’ve taken anyone to bed, and birthday sex sounds amazing the more the lemon drop, and what you finally learned was a tootsie roll shot, settle into your system.

You aren’t drunk by any means, but you are buzzed and having a blast. An orgasm sounds like the only thing that could possibly make this night any better. So you make your way around the dance floor, keeping one eye open for any potentials, but mostly just dancing with Rey and Cam. The others either grabbing another drink back at the bar or resting their legs in a booth.

“Babe,” Rey says, hands around your neck with Cam behind you, hands on your hips. You all sway to the beat of the admittedly sensual song playing.

“Yeah?” You ask, opening your eyes to meet hers and she leans in closer.

You can hear the smile on her lips, “Major tall, dark and handsome at 9 o'clock has been eyeing you for at least a half hour. I say you ditch me and Cam and go enthrall the man with your company for a little while. We’ll be fine on our own.”

Heating at her words you’re excited to see who’s gone and done half your job for you tonight when your eyes stop dead on target.

In a private booth in the VIP section, blending in far too well with the mortals around him, he wears a button down black satin top and dress pants. Thick silver links adorn his neck, complimenting the hoops in his lobes as well as the mouth watering rings on his fingers and you’re quite sure the bottoms of his black leather shoes match the red of your own.

Yoongi.

God he looks good. Unfairly so. And he carries that knowledge with him in his movement. His confidence never wavering like a mortal’s would.

Aside from two twisting black horns you’ve never seen before protruding from his deliciously tousled hair—hair you still want to pull on until he’s making sounds no ones ever heard come out of his mouth before, now moreso than ever—Yoongi is a darker version of yourself.

Except for him, it isn’t a costume, it’s real, real, real.

And he looks like sin incarnate.

Fitting.

Fuck, you’re so screwed. What were all those reasons it could never work again? The ones that explain why you shouldn’t take the Devil home and let him fuck you into next Sunday?

Suddenly, you can’t remember any of them. Not when Yoongi’s eyes never leave your red-clad form as he sips on what you know to be subpar whiskey. Your core melts into lava at the way he looks up and down, taking all of you in like you’re the one thing on this planet he needs to survive, and he’ll stop at nothing and spare absolutely no one until he gets you.

Rey gives Cam a look and their hands drop, allowing you to almost float over to where Yoongi lounges, maneuvering between bodies undulating to music that’s being deafened by the heartbeat in your ears.

When you reach him, you leave a somewhat respectable distance between you two, a step down from the dias the booth sits on.

Seeing him so much clearer now, you almost whine. How does he look even better up close? You want to sit on his lap, his face, have him bend you over the table then flip you over and feast like a man starved.

Fuck! No, you can’t. And you also can’t blame Tae for those thoughts either, he isn’t here.

They were all you.

Maybe his plan was working after all…

“What are you doing here?” You manage, grateful that you hadn’t had more to drink, but even more grateful for the ones you did. You needed a little liquid courage right now, even if it turned your thoughts into gutter sewage.

What he doesn’t know can’t hurt you…right? You just have to keep a lid on it. The one that’s loosening the more you look at him.

“It’s your birthday,” he says, producing a small black box wrapped with a bow. “I have a gift.”

He…he got you a present? He’s never done that before. But then again, before last year, he never knew when it was.

“You remem—I—you didn’t have to get me anything,” you stutter ungracefully, mouth trying to keep up with your racing thoughts. “I already got these shoes with the tip you left me last time,” you say, extending your leg to show off your newest purchase. The action reveals more leg than you meant it too and he catches the garter you have pulled around your thigh.

A fire ignites in his eyes at the sight, and you can feel their sparks everywhere he looks. Starting at your toes and moving all the way up back to your pretty irises.

“I’m flattered by the way,” he says. “In your costume choice.”

Huh? You look down and heat rises to your cheeks in a way it never has before. Oh fuck, oh fuck. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!

Here you stand, before the actual Devil—horns out in all their glory—dressed as him on his namesake night.

Of course this would happen to you, of course it would. This is what you get for fucking around. You found out. And you don’t know whether to be mortified, beg for forgiveness, or laugh yourself hoarse.

Going with none of the above, you choose to play it off instead, the way you always do when he manages to fluster you. “Consider me inspired by how recently I last saw you,” you say, taking the single step up the dias and twirling for him.

You show every angle of your costume you can, letting the booze in your system do its job of making you more confident than you currently are.

“What do you think?”

Yoongi stands, taking the two strides needed to be face to face with you, his voice is quiet and even, so only you can hear.

“May I touch?”

You don’t hesitate.

“Yes.”

Yoongi reaches behind you and pulls the fake tail from the back of your dress, then the pitchfork from your grasp and throws them into the booth, not caring where they land.

“Mmm,” he hums, placing his hands on your hips and spinning you once more. Lightning strikes every single nerve ending where his fingertips meet your body.

This time when he speaks, his voice is touched with the bit of demon that’s inside of him, dragging its claws along the floor of the 9th circle of Hell as he growls, “You’re perfect.”

Your heart does backflips and cartwheels and nose dives all at once. You’ve never heard him sound like that before, and if your panties weren’t wet before, they definitely are now.

Tugging gently, he guides you to the booth, sitting first before dragging you over his lap, knees meeting his hips. One of his hands rests on your thigh while the other reaches for something you can’t be bothered to figure out because oh my god, oh my god, you’re straddling him. Your straddling the Devil, dressed as the devil and probably already looking semi-fucked out while you do. This is probably a bad idea—no. This is definitely a bad idea. But you also have absolutely zero plans to stop literally anything that’s happening.

The gift box makes a reappearance, and he hands it over to you.

“Thank you,” you say automatically, trying and failing to ignore the fact that both of his hands now rest on your thighs. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck…..

Undoing the little black bow, you open it, revealing a delicately simple necklace. Its light weight chain holding a small pink stone pendant.

Beautiful.

“Pink Tourmaline,” Yoongi says.

“My birthstone,” you reply.

“Your birthstone.”

You stare at the little crystal, cut and polished to perfection. Not a single flaw.

“Yoongi I—I don’t know what to say. It’s incredible…Thank you,” you take it out of the box, profoundly grateful you decided not to wear a necklace tonight. “Could you help me put it on?”

“Of course, Angel,” he agrees. But this time when he says your nickname, it’s different. Like an unholy vow made only to you.

Makes you wonder what he promised.

Regretfully removing yourself from his lap, you turn around, only to be dragged back down by strong fingers.

Your ass is now flush against his dick, and it’s taking everything in you not to tease. Whether you’d be teasing him or yourself, you don't know, nor do you care. All you know is that friction can be a good thing if you want it to be. And you're starting to want it to be.

Lifting your hair for him, Yoongi fastens the necklace around your column, and to your complete and utter doom, places a gentle kiss at your nape. The simple contact makes you quietly moan, and you feel a twitch under you.

Ohhh, this is bad, this is so bad. But you can’t bring yourself to stop him. Not when his hands roam up and down your back, your sides, your hips. Exploring, feeling, learning. You dissolve into the touch, welcoming every whisper of pleasure they bring.

What is he doing to you?

“Angel,” Yoongi purrs in your ear.

“Mmm?”

“Would you like to dance?”

Fuck would you ever, but wait—

“Are you asking me if I’d like to Dance with the Devil?” you muse.

Yoongi chuckles lowly, understanding the meaning behind your ask.

“Is that something you’d be interested in?”

“Yes.”

You feel more than hear the dark rumble coming from his chest before he gently taps on your thigh. And you get up quickly.

“That’s a good girl,” he says, and fuck could you ever get used to him saying that to you.

Fingers laced in his, he lets you guide him to the dance floor.

Both of you ignore what the DJ plays, instead moving to the rhythm you feel like. Slow, sensual, a hand on his neck while you grind into him. Fast and heated, bodies touching any and every place you can get contact. You’re putting on quite the show for anyone brave enough to watch. And you know at least a handful of the eyes you feel on you are your friends’.

They don’t know about Yoongi.

They don’t know about the nature of the clientele at your job either, like every other human. They don’t know you're dancing with the most dangerous and volatile man in the room. And it’s better that way, because if they did, your ass would’ve been hauled out of the club and in a rideshare the second anyone saw him.

You’ve never been more thankful for the figurative wall between worlds. And the fact that you stand on both sides.

You brush up against his hardening dick and fuck, that’s it.

You’ve decided.

To hell with your reasons. To hell with the constant flirting and overuse of will power.

To hell with letting your anxieties and your moral compass and your conscience get in the way of the one thing you’ve been denying yourself for years.

You spin in Yoongi’s hold, looking straight into the darkened eyes of the most forbidden man you could ever want for yourself, only to see pure desire staring right back. It’s all you need before you’re crashing your lips to his, taking anything and everything you can get before one of you comes to your senses and pulls back.

But his grip on you tightens like a vice, pulling you closer, bodies flush amidst the dancing crowd. He’s magnetic in his want, lifting a hand to the back of your neck and tracing the seam of your lips with his tongue.

You let him in without hesitation and he nearly swallows you whole with how he invades your mouth, claiming it for himself. It makes you moan and he lets up, if only to let you breathe for a moment, and you take this reprieve to whisper in his ear, finally giving in to what you crave more than anything.

“Let’s go to yours.”

“We should go to yours, Angel, mine’s a bit harder to get to.”

Because his is on another plane of existence. Not exactly a taxi ride away. At least not one you can get at the curb of the club.

“Riiight.” A small dose of water washes over the fire in your core, and it’s like he can sense it because immediately, he’s pulling you back in. Nothing but teeth and lips and tongue, animalistic in the passion you’re displaying for everyone to see, the flames increasing tenfold.

Fuck, you don’t want to wait.

And apparently neither does Yoongi.

“Do you trust me?” He asks.

“Yes, but what does tha–”

“Close your eyes for me, Love.”

Any and all arguments fade on your tongue at the new pet name. So much warmer than Angel, so much more affectionate.

So you close your eyes for him, no questions asked. Because you trust him. You trust the Devil.

You trust Yoongi.

“That's a good girl.”

One hand goes to the back of your neck, the other your lower back as he kisses you gently. So gently you think it means something more, but the sounds of the club are fading away, and he’s leaning you down like he’s going to dip you before your back meets something soft.

Are you closer to a booth than you thought? Is he really going to take you here in front of all those people?

But when you open your eyes and your bedroom at your apartment fills your vision, you stiffen immediately.

What?

“I—but we were just—and now we’re he—and you—,” you stutter, amazed and unable to get the thoughts out fast enough before another takes its place. You manage a, “How?” and he catches on.

Not halting his actions, “Consider it a job perk,” he explains, nipping at your neck. You let out a groan as he continues his way down your column towards your chest and you relax into his touch.

“Teleportation, in simple terms, but it’s a bit more complicated than that.”

Despite his mouth on your skin, you somehow find the clearness of mind to ask, “Did anyone see?” Thinking about your friends and the potential hundreds of onlookers.

Yoongi’s hands rest at top of the zipper that goes the entire length of your dress, allowing for both easy putting on and quick removal. Fingers tug gently on the slider, eyes meeting yours for consent. You nod, and he answers your question as he drags it down your body torturously slow, savouring every moment he’s worked so hard to get.

He’s going to earn this privilege you’ve given him, if it's the last thing he does.

“No. And your friends won’t worry either.”

You don’t care how he knows that, not when he’s pulling off hot leather and devouring your curves with coal burning pupils. The cool air of your room causes goosebumps to rise everywhere, and your arms fly to your head, covering your eyes as you’re reminded you’d forgone a bra tonight.

There was no room for one without it squishing your tits too much and ruining the look. So with your dress gone, Yoongi has a front row seat to your nearly nude form, a blood red lace thong the only thing keeping you semi-decent.

Years of pining and denial have led up to this moment and Yoongi almost doesn’t know where to start now that he finally has you exactly where he wants you. That feeling doesn’t last long though.

Wasting no more time, he takes a breast into his palm, squeezing and massaging while he lowers himself to the other, lapping the nipple of the one neglected. His tongue swirls over the pert bud, sucking it into his mouth fully and you arch into his touch, reveling in the warmth he spreads across your chest. Hands reaching for the sheets above your head for something to ground you.

“Shit,” you can already feel your pulse in your ears, thundering behind your sternum, and booming lower. He’s barely touched you and you’re already so gone.

He switches his hand and mouth, soothing the other breast with the sinful muscle he’s teased you with after all these years drinking whiskey. And by god if you don’t immediately think what it could do in other places. He’s had thousands of years to practice and the gush you feel in your panties lets you know exactly how you feel about the idea.

Using his free hand, Yoongi traces down your back, rounding your ass and squeezing hard enough to make you hiss in pleasure before settling on the back of your thigh.

You can barely stand having his hands so close to your molten heat without having any contact, and it leaves you begging, “Please…Please…”

You feel the curve of his lip quirk as teeth gently scrape the sensitive bud, gasping when he pulls off.

“Please what, Love?”

“More,” you pant. “Please. Anything. Everything. Please just touch me.”

“Mmm,” he’s back at your neck, inhaling your scent, one hand still on your thigh while the other holds him up by your ear. “Pretty Girl has manners after all, huh?”

“Oh fuck you.” you bristle, but it seems to be the reaction he’s looking for. A deeper, sluttier part of you awakening at the words you want to prove both wrong and right.

“There she is.”

Diving back into your neck, Yoongi trails wet, open mouthed kisses down, down, down. And even though you’ve never been so wet, so in the moment, and so unbelievably turned on before, the human part of you wins for a second, as you try to close your legs.

They’re pulled back open in an instant, his eyes never wavering from yours as he says, “Don’t you dare get shy on me now,” a kiss to your inner thigh. And then the other as he kneels before you.

Yoongi places each foot on either of his shoulders and you’re surprised he’s kept on your garter, stockings and red bottoms, their heels digging into his flesh. You wonder if that hurts at all, but by the way his eyes flutter and almost roll into the back of his head at the pressure they place on his frame, you think he actually likes their sting.

“You’re the most exquisite creature I have ever seen. Absolutely no part of you could ever be undesirable to me.”

His earnest tone makes you believe him, convinces you, and you’re once again pliant in his hold, opening up for him.

“Look at me,” he says, and you do. You stare directly at the Devil between your thighs. The King knelt before your lowly mortal form. “You are the most powerful person in this room, understand?”

You nod, but that’s not good enough for him.

“I need to hear it.”

“I understand.”

“Understand what?” He pushes.

“I’m the most powerful person in this room,” and it feels bold to say in front of him. But watching the way Yoongi’s expression fills with pride makes it also feel good. He wants you to feel like you’re the one in charge.

“Remember that,” he says, before ripping your underwear off and throwing them on the floor, feasting his now wholly black eyes on the sight of your dripping pussy.

The more he loses himself in you, the more of his true form reveals itself.

“Fuuuckk,” he whispers more to himself than anything. “So wet…”

Your core is tormented and throbbing at the back and forth between the cold night air and Yoongi’s hot breath and you whine, “I just bought those!”

He spares you one completely unsympathetic look.

“Don’t care. I’ll buy you more,” a deliciously ringed finger slides along your drenched folds and you’re gasping. “I’ll buy you the entire fucking store if it means I get to see you like this.”

Your voice is airy as you give in, any and all outrage gone. “Oka—ohhh!”

His mouth is on your cunt before you can breathe in the oxygen you so desperately need. He’s not holding back and your movements are not your own as you squirm. An arm rounds your pelvis holds you down, keeping you there as he devours you whole and shows you no mercy.

“Fuck, fuck, oh my god Yoongi,” you cry out, having never felt anything like this before. His tongue circles your clit as he sucks, then glides down, penetrating your opening with thrusts that make you lightheaded.

Your hands fly to his locks, pulling and pushing him down further until you're pretty sure you’re drowning him in you. Your fingertips graze his horns and it’s just a reminder that this man is definitely not human. Definitely not someone you should be letting suck your soul out through your pussy. And that makes this whole situation that much hotter.

If he minds where you touch, he doesn’t say anything about it, only groaning as he repeats his motions to get you near your peak, again and again and again until you're quaking against your will and your body is vibrating with every throb from your core.

Every single nerve ending you have is awake and being put to good use, he’s making sure of it. The dam that holds your release is starting to crumble and you don’t know how much longer you can last like this before you’re screaming bloody murder under his grip.

“Yoon…Yoongi—fuck,” you stutter, staggered breaths from your trembling chest loose as you try to verbalize, “C-close. S-so close.”

He hums, and teases a finger around your entrance, circling a few times before pressing in and up to your g-spot. The simple action undoes you and you're coming with a force you can’t even begin to describe. The waves crash down, over and over and you're moaning and cursing his name at the same time, knowing it’s going to be the only one you’ll think of in this situation from now until forever.

He guides you through the last shockwaves as you come down, and when you’re too sensitive for him to continue, you drag him up to your lips, tasting his efforts on your tongue.

“Need you now,” you rush out between kisses.

“Not yet, Love,” he says, pulling back just enough to reach a hand between the two of you.

He slips two fingers inside and swallows the resulting moan from your lips as he goes so deep enough you can feel his rings proding your opening.

“Gotta stretch you out for me first.”

Your hands are back in his hair, nails scratching the nape of his neck as he begins to scissor you open expertly. He growls into your neck at the sensation and that confirms your suspicions of him liking a little pain with his pleasure. So you scratch further down his neck, onto his shoulders and back and you dig a heel into his thigh.

“Fuck, Angel,” fingers stuttering for a second. “Don’t do that unless you want me to come right now.”

“And if I do?”

“Not yet.”

“Why not?”

“Because the first time I come, it’ll be with you around my cock, soaking the sheets with your own.”

Head rolling back, his words going straight to your clit. “Fuck, okay.”

“Now give me another one, Pretty Girl,” he says, picking up speed with his digits. “I know you can, pretty little slut takes my fingers so well.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck…

You can feel it coming this time, building and building. He uses his thumb to rub over your sensitive nub and it has you unraveling under him, screaming out and almost sobbing at the convulsions your body makes. He takes your mouth with his again, consuming your pleasure in every form he can get.

And once you come down, you’ve had it. If you don’t have him inside you within the next 2 minutes you’re going to lose it.

Ripping at his shirt, you're fumbling with the buttons. “Fuck, take this off, and those,” you say, abandoning his shirt for his belt.

Yoongi chuckles, low and sinful, “Bossy,” but gets up, and begins removing the outfit that got you into this situation in the first place. You take off the remnants of your costume as he spares you no peace of mind, the way you did him, taking off his pants and boxers in one go, freeing his mouth watering bulge from its earthy confines.

“Oh fuck me,” you say at his size. He’s big, girthy and you’ve never wanted someone inside you so badly before.

Yoongi smirks as he crawls over you, but you stop him with a hand. “Wait,” you throw a leg over his hip, and flip the two of you so you’re on top. “Let me do this.”

“Whatever you want, Angel.”

Picking up his cock, it sits heavy in your hand as you give him a couple strokes. He hisses at the contact and it only spurs you on, gathering as much saliva as you can, you open your mouth to spit, rubbing it all over his shaft and head, mixing it with the precum dribbling out of the tip.

“Fuck—”

Your 2 minutes are up. Lifting your ass, you guide yourself onto him.

“Oh my fuck, oh fuck,” you say as you slide down slowly, the stretch still very much there as he bottoms out. “Big—ohh, shit—so big.”

Yoongi’s not faring much better, eyebrows pressed together, but eyes devouring the spot where your bodies meet. His breathing is so laboured you’d think he just ran a marathon.

“So tight, Love...Fuck, look at you.”

The delicious sting subsides and you start to move, slow but purposeful thrusts that have him kissing your cervix every time. Fuck he’s so deep, deeper than anyone else has ever been. And once you get a rhythm going there’s no stopping you. You become a force of nature as you bounce on his cock without abandon, taking this for yourself. You don’t know why, but you feel like you have a point to prove and by god you’re going to make it.

Because if the Devil chose you, you’re going to make damn sure he doesn’t regret it.

“Fuck, fuck you’re doing so good,” he rasps, throwing his head back into the pillows, eyes shut in pure bliss, murmuring. “Feels so good.”

His praise pushes you farther, riding harder, grinding your clit against his pelvis, owning both your pleasures.

You’re the most powerful person here.

You are the one in control despite being on top of arguably the most powerful man on the planet. It makes you feel safe and strong and invincible.

And you want to continue, you really do, but your legs are starting to give, so you let him know.

“Ass up for me then,” he says, and you listen, climbing off of him and wincing at the feeling of him slipping out. He gets behind you, lining himself up again and this time it’s much easier as he sinks in, both of you groaning at the contact.

Yoongi hands go to your hips, gripping and squeezing and molding the globes of your ass as you anchor your cheek to the bedsheets.

“That’s it, Pretty Girl, all the way down for me.”

His first thrust has you seeing stars. You're nothing and everything as he continues, but you need more. You need to not be able to speak. To walk. You need to have every thought fucked out of your head. You need him so deep you’ll feel it for a week afterwards.

“Faster,” you beg. “Harder, please.”

“There are those manners I was looking for,” he says and picks up his pace.

You’re incoherent, saying things you’ve never dared to utter out loud before, making admissions you swore to take to your grave and Yoongi is eating up every single last one of them.

Because this is about you. This is about proving years of your denial’s fruitless. This is about him and how you make him lose every ounce of self control he has when he’s around you and how badly he’s wanted you since the day you met. This is about ruining every other man for you, making sure you know what true pleasure feels like, know how you deserve to be treated, and hearing his name on your lips when you come. When your cunt clenches so hard he has to fight tooth and nail to milk every ounce of bliss from it.

This is about him wanting to hear him make you feel good. Needing to hear him make you feel good.

This is about you.

And he can feel you starting to clamp up again, can feel you getting close. So he wraps an arm around your waist, fingers going straight for your pussy.

You shriek, body consumed by the even strokes he delivers as well as the smooth circles around your most sensitive spot, and he revels in it. This is what he’s been dreaming of, what he’s desired over everything else.

You, underneath him in so much pleasure you’re almost non-verbal.

Perfect in every single way.

“Taking me so well, dirty girl. Love the feeling of my cock splitting you open?” he hears a muffled cry and you nod your head. “Knew you would, knew you could take me.”

He delivers a smack to your ass and he feels you clench, so he soothes the battered area before handing out another, soothing that one out too.

“You’re so good for me, pretty little whore so greedy, sucking me in. Why’d you make me think you didn’t want me all these years, hmm? Was I not good enough for you?”

You bury your face in your sheets. Well that certainly won’t do. So he slows his fingers as he reiterates. “Was I not good enough for you then, Angel? Am I good enough for you now?”

“Yes,” you mutter, barely loud enough to hear.

“What was that?” he slows again to a near burningly slow pace, soaking in the feel of you around his fingers and dick. It feels like a place he once called home.

“Yes!” you bellow. “So good…so good to me…more than enough.”

The praise fuels him, and he picks up the speed of everything, cock pounding you into the mattress, fingers rubbing an achingly mind-blowing pattern on your clit. It pushes you over the edge for the third time tonight, your fluttering cunt around his dick almost has him losing it. Almost has him coming undone with you, but he manages to hold it back.

Not yet.

You're silent in your screams this time, overwhelmed with the feelings, fingers nearly ripping your sheets in half at how hard it hit you. How hard you contract around him.

Oh he’s never going to get sick of this feeling.

Ever.

And instead of guiding you down this time, he removes himself quickly, flips you over on your back and inserts himself once more.

He needs that feeling again. Needs you again. You claimed him for yourself whether you knew it or not all those years ago, he was simply following orders. He was yours the second your eyes met for the first time and he’s never looked back since. No one was ever good enough from that moment on, not a single creature on any plane of existence.

There was only you.

Yoongi’s never felt anything so pure and so sinful and so right as you pulsing around him does. He exists only for this feeling. Only for you. It took a couple thousand years, but at least now he knows.

And so he doesn’t slow down, pushing you through your oversensitivity.

It’s time for him to finally claim you back.

“I can’t,” you beg, “it hurts.”

“Not for long, Pretty Girl” he says in his lowest registar. “You can take it, I know you can. Give me one more, I know you have it in you.”

Yoongi’s noticed his words have almost the same effect on you as his motions, so he uses them to their full potential. And as he can sense your fourth orgasm about to land, you surprise him by whispering directly into his ear and raking your nails down his back as hard as you can.

“Only for you, Yoongi.”

His thrusts stutter.

“Fuck!”

He’s coming.

He’s coming hard. With you, with your name on his lips. It's violent and visceral and vicious and vibrant. It’s beautiful. You’re combined divine deliverance.

It’s the first time he’s said your name.

And it’s something he’s going to keep locked away in his memory for millenia to come as he covers your inner walls in the most sickeningly sweet shade of white.

You’re relentless, milking him over and over and over for all he’s worth, not letting up until your body is ready too, ruthless in your quest for ultimate euphoria and he takes it.

Whatever you want. Whatever you need.

It’s yours.

He’ll make it so.

At whatever cost to him, you'll get it. There isn't a doubt in his mind as you finally come down, body lighter, eyes glazed over, devastating smile on your lips.

He’s the first to move, going to the bathroom and grabbing a warm, wet cloth to clean you up. You’re blissfully spent, unable to get up even if you wanted to, limbs like jelly, still in a brain fogged haze.

You got exactly what you wanted.

He cleans his release from your form, naked save for the pink stone he gave you around your neck. Then tosses the cloth in your hamper and lies back down, covering you both with sheets. You cuddle up to him, tossing a leg around his torso, and lying your head on his chest. Contented.

And he’s silent until he can’t stand it any longer. He has to know.

“What changed?”

“Hmm?”

“What about tonight made you change your mind?”

You take a deep breath through your nose. “I…stopped fighting it. The feeling like we would never work, the feeling that I would never be good enough, that we were too different,” he listens intently as your fingers trace patterns on his chest, explaining. “And I was sick of denying myself. It’s my birthday. Shouldn't I get whatever I want on my birthday?”

That seductive smirk makes an appearance.

“Yes.”

“Plus you looked to damn fine in that outfit. A girl only has so much willpower, you know? It’s easier at work when there’s a bar and my job between us, but there was none of that tonight. Just the shots in my system and my unwavering desire to ride your face.”

Yoongi laughs, and you don’t think you’ve ever seen something as beautiful as his smile before.

“Next time,” he says. A promise.

You fall back into a comfortable silence that has you thinking.

“What about you?” you ask.

“What about me?”

“Why am I the only one you like? The only one you put up with.”

He ponders for a moment, thinking about how to phrase what he wants to say.

“I think about the time we met often. There was something about you that was different that day, and I’ve never been able to pinpoint exactly what, but when I saw you I knew I would never think of you the same way I do everyone else. There was something special about your gaze in mine, your company, your soul.”

“My soul?”

“Mhm.”

“You’ve never asked for mine before.”

“Never needed it.”

At that, you joke, “Is there something you’d sell your soul for?”

“You.”

Before you can say all the nothing in your head at his answer, he takes a deep breath that has you rising and falling with it. Something about what he’s going to say next is going to have heavy importance to him.

You just know it.

“You… made me—make me…want to be better. Do better.”

You’re speechless. Not the kind you were moments before. No, you’re truly and genuinely speechless.

You never expected anything like that.

You knew your presence in his life carried a different weight than others, a different air. It’s why you could speak so casually, insult him, and exist near him without fearing for your life. It was something no one had seen from him in thousands of years.

Kindness. Patience.

The man who’s job it is to run the universes torture capital, punishing those who deserve it without an ounce of mercy for eternity and killing those who looked at him the wrong way. The physical entity of the word evil, wanted to be better.

Because of you.

“I don't know what to say.”

“You don't need to say anything,” he kisses the top of your head, tender. “Having you with me is more than enough.”

You can do that.

“Okay,” you say, craning your neck to kiss him. It’s long, languid, and full of emotions you don't want to acknowledge right now, there’s too many of them to sort through in your post four orgasms brain to be able to process properly.

Tomorrow you can start. Right now you just want to bask in the afterglow of the most amazing birthday you've ever had.

“So this wasn’t a one time thing?” Yoongi clarifies.

“It definitely wasn't a one time thing,” not a chance in Hell.

He was yours now.

The Devil was yours.

King of the Underworld, god among men, catastrophe breathing evil was yours. And it brings the biggest smile to your face.

“Oh thank fuck.”

“Not thank God?” you tease.

Yoongi groans. “Do not bring my father into this.”

A/N 3: As always, thanks for reading, loves. Xoxo, - Yoon <3

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Ooooh 3, 15, and 100 please!!!! With Seongjoong perhaps 🤔

'𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐖𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞'

Prompts : 3 "You Feel So Good" 15 "Close Your Eyes" 100 "Dont go on that date" "Why" "You Know Why"

【sʏɴᴏᴘsɪs】 : Your two roommates love to make it hard for you to find a partner... but what happens when they stop you at the door of your apartment and "convince" you that you deserve better.

『ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ』 : 1.06k

-> ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: Suggestive, Angst, Fluff. Slice Of Life Au

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: SeongJoong x F!Reader (Seonghwa & Hongjoong)

[ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs] : Swearing. Mention of shitting dates and shit men. Fingering. Talks about sex. Use of the word cock. Dirty talk. Dom/sub play. Power play. Reader is lowkey a brat. Neck kisses. Begging. NOT BETA READ

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You wanted to look good, be good. Be enough. And tonight was your night. You dressed up in a beautiful and mostly sexy outfit, wanting to impress and attract this new guy were were seeing. Well speaking to mostly online. This would be the first time you’d be meeting him and you hadn’t planned to be in a position of being fucked, but if it were to happen you were more than prepared. Grabbing your keys off your side table and checking yourself once more in the mirror before heading towards the door quickly so you don’t run into your roommates.

“And where do you think you're going?”

Fuck… You freeze in your spot, hearing the deep grumble behind you, mostly coming from the archway leading to the kitchen. You spin on your heels to face the beefy man behind you. He looked like he had just woken up, with his tight muscle-t hugging his chest, while his black joggers weren't doing anything to your imagination on his clear erection. “Oh, Heyyy Hwa. I was just… Heading out..”

You knew he wasn’t stupid and you knew for a fact he had noticed you were more attentive to your phone and practically glued every time a notification popped up. But to be fair you were probably touch-starved, and an attention whore so it wasn’t your fault. “Don’t go on that date.”

“Why?” You snapped

“You know why.” He growled, pinching the bridge of his nose. You step towards him getting in his face with slight frustration. You knew Seonghwa and Hongjoong liked to tease and flirt with you but every time without fail, when you went out on a date they always found a way to make you not go, or take you somewhere else instead. And they would always say it’s because they didn’t like the men you chose or the people to picked and ‘None of them are good to you. You deserved better.’ But deep down you knew, or more wanted them to say something else. Say it was ‘cause they wanted you, they want to be with you. But no. They were your roommates and nothing more.

“Say it…” You're right in his face, holding your ground. He seemed surprised by your actions, usually, you would come quietly but this time he was seeing a new side to you. A bratty one. His smirk made your blood boil, was he enjoying your suffering?

“What's going on here?” Hongjoong walked in with a groggy voice and blood-red eyes, most likely being at his desk all afternoon working. “Why do you look all dolled up?”

You huffed crossing your arms in front of your chest, staring at the two annoying boys. They quickly exchanged looks and when Hongjoong hummed lowly, it was like they both had a mental conversation. “ You seeing a guy?” Joong spoke up.

“And you care again, why? It’s not like you’re my boyfriends.” You rolled your eyes, turning your back to them. You started putting on your shoes, ignoring the clear anger rising in Seonghwa and the frustration in Hongjoong.

“Why do we care—ha. You aren’t worth those disgusting men's time.” Seonghwa cut himself off, scoffing at your words. "Those boys you see are a waste. And you don't need to throw yourself at them."

Throw?! Did he really say you throw yourself at men? All you do is try and get Seonghwa and Hongjoong’s attention, and they never reciprocated it. So you kind of had to look elsewhere. You felt invisible around them like you were nothing more than a roommate. You couldn’t even find any combat to his harsh words, so instead, you turned around to leave while scoffing in disbelief. “Whatever, I’m going.”

Before you could grab the door handle a pair of large hands grabbed your waist, pulling you backwards until your back hit a very broad chest. A hand snaked around your chest up to your neck until fingers grip your chin tilting your head to the side so your face was suddenly inches away from Hongjoong?!

“J-Joong?!” You never even heard him walking towards you let alone being right behind you. Did he push Seonghwa out of the way from the small hallway? Why was he suddenly so close to you, to the point you could feel his heartbeat against your back, and his breath on your lips?

“Close your eyes.” His voice was low and deep, like velvet and cream. God, you felt so wobbly from his hold. You didn’t listen, eyes darting between his own trying to understand what he could mean.

“W-what?” you stuttered.

“I said…” His hand moved from your waist to the hem of your hands, fingers dipping slightly into the top of your jeans. Your breath hitched suddenly figuring out what he wanted, what you now wanted. “Close your eyes, Angel. Trust me.”

Your eyes shut quickly, maybe too quickly and that’s probably was you could hear a low chuckle erupts from Hongjoong. You felt Hongjoong’s hand slip further into your jeans and you wiggled in anticipation. You wanted so badly to open your eyes and take a peek at Joong but you tried your hardest to listen to his orders, and when you were about to whine in frustration another pair of hands gripped your wrist, swinging your body until your back hit the wall with a huff.

This time you opened your eyes, staring Seonghwa right in his dark eyes. He and Hongjoong were caging you against the wall, and Joong wasted no time in latching his lips on your neck, making you whine all the while you were never leaving Seonghwa’s stare.

“My, My is this what we needed to do in order for you to listen to us, we would of done it sooner.” His tone mocked you, making a shiver ripple down your spine. You couldn’t understand where all of this was coming from but you feared to ask as words might make them stop so instead, you whimpered. “I bet you feel so good coming around a cock huh?”

You gasped suddenly feeling Hongjoong’s cold fingers slip into your jeans, past your panties and pressing harshly down on your clit. Your mind becomes clouded and your heart races, hips grind on his hand to ease your frustration. “P-please…” You beg for something, anything. For one or both of them to hurry up and give you the pleasure you’ve been so desperately craving for who knows how long now.

“So pretty when she begs huh?” Hongjoong purrs in your ear, making your eyes leave Hwa for a split second to look over to the shorter male. Seonghwa took your distraction to step closer until all three of your bodies were smooched against one another in the tight hallway. Hands everywhere, feeling any part of your flesh they could find. While two tongues lick along your neck and exposed chest. You were overwhelmed and both of them were going to use it to their advantage and make sure by the end of the night you were nothing but a whimpering, crying mess.

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luvistqrzzz · 9 months

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August slipped away into a moment in time 'cause you were never mine

the summer i loved you — jake x f.reader wc — 3.3K

summary — where August was the month of new beginnings and first loves but mostly, heartbreak.

genre — friends to not lovers, second lead syndrome, angst, fluff, summer au, august inspired

warnings — sad ending, jake is a huge dee eye see kay (🤢🤢), profranity, heartbreak, not proofread

an — um guys haha def dont come at me for the ending 😊😊 but omg this had been in my drafts for a while now n im glad im able to release this in august ✌🏽😈 have fun reading pookies (1 fucking am rn imma die help)

ps — ☆ a visualizer cuz why tf am i extra ?!

August is a weird month. It seemed to rush by you like a dream and yet at the same time it felt like the last period of every Friday, not finishing fast enough. You'd prefer the former.

August reminded you of memories— pretty but mostly ugly ones or maybe when the hurt in your heart ran so deep, even the happy memories turned ugly, didn't they?

It was not a month you enjoyed, you didn't like summers, you didn't like feeling like new beginnings and first love.

August reminded you of it all... It reminded you of Jake.

It was 1st of August when you realized what those weird feelings were.

‘Y/N!’ You opened the door to the sound of your name, only to be met with a tired and almost teary eyed Jake. He looked up at you, mustering a small smile as you stood before him your mouth agape.

‘A-are you okay?!’ you asked, pulling him into your house.

‘Um. Not… really’, your friend replied, scratching his neck nervously. ‘It’s just… she kinda broke up with me.’

She. he didn’t even need to mention her name and yet you let the word pierce your heart, a little. Kang Eunji. Jake’s girlfriend, well, ex girlfriend.

It was her, always her. It wasn’t unusual for you to hear that they both had a fight but you never thought they'd break up. ‘What? Are you being for real?!’ You were shocked to say the least. Jake and Eunji were what people deemed to be the “power couple” at school. They wouldn’t break up, or could they?

He nodded and sat on the couch, ‘We were fighting over one of those petty matters again, she was angry why I was so busy. It was about soccer practice of course! And when I kind of lost it, she said we were over.’ His voice caught in his throat before he let out a small sob.

Your heart sank as you patted his back and pulled him close into an embrace, ‘Ssh, it’s okay’, you ran small circles on his, ignoring the butterflies set free in your stomach at the close contact.

You could never understand what went on in their relationship. This may have been the first time they broke up but it surely wasn’t the first time Jake came to your house on the verge of tears.

You hated seeing him this way, like a broken record.

‘What will I do now, Y/N?’ ‘You just broke up, it’s not the end of the world. Plus, you have the entire summer before you, right? We’ll figure a way out,’ You broke the hug, looking straight into his eyes, trying to reassure him.

But they all meant nothing. Getting reassured of a broken heart didn’t mend the damage, you knew better than him. Jake nodded nonetheless, wiping away the stray tears, ‘Goodness, I feel so dumb for just crying like this.’ ‘don’t be. You are allowed to feel your emotions.’

He gave a small smile in your direction and your heart skipped a beat.

‘So’, you turned towards the television, searching for a distraction. ‘You wanna binge watch something? Or maybe some Doraemon?’

Jake grinned, ‘I’d love that! What would I do without you, Y/N?’

You let out an almost sad chuckle, ‘I am the coolest best friend ain’t I?’ The word best friend left a bad taste in your mouth.

4th August was when Jake realized the bookstore was his safe place.

Clink! The door to the bookstore opened with a small chime. You looked up from your position at the counter only to find Jake walk into the shop.

He smiled before taking a seat beside you, much to your surprise. It wasn't unusual for him to drop by the store. But mostly he came for borrowing a book or having a quick chat with you.

But never like this.

'So, how are you doing?' You asked, turning towards where he sat, fidgeting with a pen. It was a slow lazy afternoon with barely any customers.

'Oh, uh, I'm fine. At least I'm trying to be. We had so many things planned and like, it feels weird. We were good for each other…' he kept on rambling about his latest break up.

You could feel your heart clench a litte. You understood why Jake was doing so but it didn't help. It didn't help that there were two broken hearts in the same room. It was always you and the second lead syndrome against the world.

Sometimes you really wondered what you had done to be stuck in the loophole of falling for a friend.

You had been friends with Jake since middle school, always finding yourself blush whenever he was around.

The first time you tried confessing to him during Valentine's Day in freshman year, your hand baked cake (which you had prepared for hours) got destroyed. You kind of gave up on him, treating him as a friend.

Well, that was until Eunji came along last year. Seeing Jake with her brought about a fresh wave of emotions you think your heart had forgotten.

It hadn't.

The bookstore was Jake's hideaway from the world. He loved everything about it. Loved how calming it was and the people who came in always greeted him with a smile. He was a quaint place, maybe mysterious in a sense that Jake didn't want to uncover the secrets it hid.

He liked how you let him sit there for the entirety of your shift. But mostly he loved the conversations.

Throughout the summer, Jake couldn't remember the number of times he found you sitting with him, flipping through some book as you both chatted away, be it in the lazy afternoon or under the evening sky, where the buzz of the grasshopper was the only thing he could hear. They felt weirdly intimate, like the secrets he used to keep as a kid. He almost wanted to gatekeep them.

'Sorry do I bore you here?' You asked one day. It was a question bothering you for a while.

Jake frowned, 'What? No. Of course not, Y/N. You could never bore me.' But you were unconvinced, 'No, like, who spends their summer sitting in a small little barely functioning bookstore except maybe be. You must have a lot of plans, right?'

'I wouldn't lie. I haven't ever spent such a quiet summer but turns out, I like a lot. Too much for my own sake. The bookstore isn't boring. Rather, it gives me a sense of escape from reality.' He gave you a reassuring smile.

'Also', Jake added as a second thought. 'You aren't boring Y/N. You just make it all loads better.'

Your phone went off with a sharp ring. Your alarm wasn’t set to ring today. Who could it be? You groaned as you sleepily grabbed it from the nightstand. Without even checking the name, you picked up the call, ‘Hello? Who?’ ‘It’s me Jake, you dummy!’ His excited voice came from the other side.

You yawned, ‘What do you want?’ you checked the time, ‘It’s literal fucking half past four.’ ‘More reason to wake up, right?!’

‘Shut up, I’m hanging up and-’ ‘No no! I really did plan a surprise. Get ready, please, just for today. Please’, he begged from the other side.

Now, you were definitely wide awake, upon hearing his voice. He had planned what…? ‘Okay but the surprise better be good.’ ‘Also! Keep your bicycle ready.’

‘There you are!’ Jake greeted you with a wide smile as you grumbled and walked down the road with your bike where he stood. ‘You don’t get to smile like that after pulling me up from sleep’, you muttered angrily.

But really who were you to complain? It was Jake and you couldn’t deny the fact that you were genuinely excited for what was coming. It was always an adventure when it came to him.

‘You won’t be disappointed, trust me’, he said, boarding his bike and motioning for you to do the same.

You breathed out a calming sigh, looking ahead at the empty road. Thanks to summer, the sun was already somewhere there on the horizon, spreading a fuzzy glow around you. Everything looked simpler, softer. In the light of the dawn, your thoughts felt less complicated, you almost felt it would be easy to sort out your feelings. Would it?

You turned to look at Jake, cycling in peace, a small grin on his face, ‘Told you! I sometimes go out on early morning rides, especially if I have a lot on my mind.’

‘So, why are you taking me then?’ ‘I don’t know. I just have a feeling you’ll like this place’, he shrugged. ‘Plus, I like spending time with you’, Jake added as an afterthought.’

A blush crept into your cheeks at his words. Stop over thinking you scolded yourself. But you couldn’t help the hope blossom in you. False hope.

‘Here we are’, Jake spread his arms wide, showing you the view. After half an hour of cycling through empty streets and quiet places, you found yourself on a small hill. It was pretty abandoned, the only sounds that reached your ears were the chirping of birds and the whistling of trees in the cool summer morning.

In front of you lay your town and the forests beyond it. Those familiar buildings looked all new when you saw them from top of a hill. It radiated calmth… and comfort.

Or was the latter because of the person beside you?

‘Thanks’, you spoke in a soft whisper but then you felt a hand tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. Your heart stopped as you turned towards Jake looking at you with a fond smile and slowly pulled you closer, resting his head on your shoulder.

You couldn't process what he was doing. Was it all intentional? No, it was the usual playful Jake you knew, right? But the usual playful Jake wasn't like this. He had pulled you into a hug several times but never like this.

Never so tender in his actions that it made you think otherwise.

'I like the view so much. I hope you do too. It's just… very special, I had never shown it to Eunji either. People ruin things', he sighed, looking ahead.

You scoffed as an attempt to lighten the atmosphere, 'So, I'm not a person?' 'No, you're Y/N. It's an entire special thing to be in itself.'

You didn't know what it meant anymore. The secret smiles, the small actions. You weren't oblivious, you saw it all but your face masked it behind the friendship.

But was it even friendship? You hoped it wasn't. You hoped you both had crossed the line of being "just friends".

It was the 20th of August when Jake liked mint chocolate ice cream.

He touched his cheek as a familiar warmth flooded in at the sight of you. What was happening to him? Ever since the day on the hill, he had been feeling weird. Be it when he visited the bookstore or when you both hung out during the day (or night).

The way your laugh sounded in his ears, when you smiled, he noticed the way his heart skipped a beat. But he loved the most when through the afternoons you talked. Just talk, nothing and everything.

Jake had never felt so connected to anyone. You both had always been friends but seeing a friends standing before him, two ice creams in hand shouldn't make Jake blush.

But it did.

'Hey Mr.Zoned out!' You snapped your fingers before him, pulling him away from his thoughts. You handed him his ice cream while joining him on the curb.

He made a disgusted face at the cone you were holding, 'Ugh. Mint chocolate.' You slapped his shoulder playfully, 'Yah! You are a person with zero taste.'

'Oh really? Lemme try it then', Jake replied, challenging you. He scooped a bit with the plastic spoon before closing his eyes and tasting it.

'Ew', he gagged. 'This tastes like fucking toothpaste', he wiped his mouth in disgust.

'Shut up, no need to be so over dramatic about it all', you chuckled and rolled your eyes.

Jake looked at you as you continued eating and looking at the street in front. It was almost 5 in the evening, the kids were out playing but their shouts were only distant noise because all he could hear was your voice. All he could see was you. You weren't bright like the background but in his eyes, you were glowing. The sun falling on your face, as if highlighting only you in his eyes.

Almost as if on instinct, his hand slowly reached out to your free one, his fingers finding yours and intertwining them together.

You stopped, your heart beating way too fast, you could almost feel the redness of your cheeks.

What was happening? What was Jake doing? Why was he doing this?

It felt wrong, you knew it. Your intuition could tell it. This was something you had waited forever to happen, but you knew this couldn't be.

Let go of his hand, Y/N. Let go let go let go let go… don't let go.

You didn't, too foolish and in love to walk away. And maybe that was the first mistake you had made.

The first rain of August came on the 25th.

Why was rain often associated with sadness? No, rain didn't mean sadness.

Because on that one day of August, you stood outside the bookstore looking at the dark clouds, the rain gave you hope.

You sighed, no wonder your mother kept on insisting you to take an umbrella. Now, there you were, standing in front of the closed shop.

But a bright yellow thing caught your eye, standing out in the dull gray background. You squinted your eyes as the figure came closer.

Jake.

Your stomach jumped. Had he come for you?

He ran through the rain, his bright smile evident as you stared at him in wonder.

'What?' He asked. You shook your head, 'You…?' 'I came for you. You always forget your umbrella.' He completed the sentence for you.

Your mouth formed an "O" but a soft smile spread across your lips.

'Here', he handed you the spare umbrella in hand and took hold of your wrist, pulling you into the rain.

You shrieked, 'At least let me open mine first.' He laughed at your sight, moving closer and holding his umbrella over you.

You noticed every single thing, the things you had noticed a hundred times before. But mostly you noticed his little actions.

The ones that made you fall for him all over again.

'Fuck, if I catch a cold, it'll be your fault, Sim Jake', you threatened the boy standing in front of your porch, grinning. You both had recklessly ran in the rain as a result the umbrellas had been pretty useless… but it was fun.

'Don't worry', he stepped forward, a certain fondness flickering in his eyes. 'I'll be there to bring you the meds.'

It happened in a fraction of a second, swiftly, Jake bent down and gave a sudden kiss on your cheek. It was soft as a feather, almost like it didn't happen.

But you felt it. You almost felt dizzy, her cheeks heating you. You brought your hands to where he had just kissed you. It had happened, hadn't it?

But before you could say anything, Jake turned around, his head hung low in embarrassment but his stomach full of butterflies and sprinted in the opposite direction.

Had he meant it?

As Jake walked his way back home, his head filled with thoughts of you, a sudden buzz of his phone. He took it out, expecting a text from you.

But no… It was someone else.

His heart dropped. A contact that hadn't been there since 1st of August.

Eunji.

"jake, im so sorry."

But what followed after that day was something you had always feared.

He ignored you. Every text, every call, no reply. Did he just get awkward? But even an awkward Jake wouldn't be this rude. Or was he angry with you? You didn't even do anything.

The next time you saw Jake, three days later, was when you went on a grocery run.

You could spot him anywhere. 'Jake! Wait', you called out to him. He didn't stop. 'Omg, stop being a shit head would you?! Stop fucking ignoring me!' You huffed, annoyed.

That's when you saw his figure slowly turn towards you. 'Sorry', he muttered. You ran a hand through your hair. sorry? That's all he had to say?

'Look, if it's about that day then forget it. You-you never kissed me.' 'What? Of course not, it isn't about that day', he replied.

You looked at him confusedly, 'Huh? Then why, Jake? I had tried calling and texting you so many times but you couldn't bother to reply to me.'Your voice slowly rose.

'I was busy catching up with Eunji okay?!' his tone matching yours.

There came that name. Her name. Did you hear it correctly? What was she doing in this conversation?

'E-eunji…?' you looked at him, at loss of words. 'I thought yo-you were over her?'

He gave you a look of disbelief, 'No. That day she sent me a text and I realised… I wasn't.'

Why did the crack in your heart deepen? Why was it always you who got hurt?

And you couldn't help but ask, knowing the answer would make you feel worse, 'What about us then, Jake?'

'Us? Y/N what are you talking about? We are friends, we always have been. There is no us.'

There, the final blow. 'Why did you make me feel so special then? All for nothing? You know how much I like you, so much that everytime we spent time together this summer, I got my hopes up. I was so foolish, because of you Sim fucking Jaeyun. And that day you kissed me, I thought, finally you'll realize but no. It's always her, isnt it?', you didn't scream but the crack in your voice said it all.

And Jake remained silent through it all. because he knew he deserved 'So, this summer meant nothing to you?' You sniffed, a single tear rolling down your cheek.

'Nothing.' But you missed the flicker in his eyes. The flicker that said otherwise.

That it wasn't nothing, it was his eveything.

August 31st was when you lost it finally.

‘It was just a summer thing’, the words rang in your ear, loud and clear. They drowned the voices of all the chatter of classmates. ‘y/n? y/n? Are you okay?’ Lily asked beside you, furrowing her eyebrows in worry.

But you couldn’t respond to her, at that very moment, you thought you couldn’t do pretty much anything except look. Or rather stare at the sight unfolding before you. Before you knew it, the plastic cup fell from your hands, the beer splashing all over the floor and getting the attention of the people in the room, the attention of them.

In the haze, you met your eyes with his, the soft brown ones that you had fallen in love with, the one which enveloped you in warmth. But now they felt like they were hurting you, the annoyance in them.

A tear rolled down your cheek as you turned around. The room suddenly felt too small, the stares of the people felt accusing. You let go of Lily’s hand that gripped your wrist and ran in the opposite direction.

Did you hear footsteps behind you? Were they Jake’s? You hated to admit it but you wished they were. You wished that he was the one following you, the one who'd hold you back.

For once, prove it to you that you weren’t the second lead.

But he wasn’t there.

You found yourself rushing to the porch, the sounds fading out. But you could hear the blood pumping in your ears, the sound of your shallow breath that you had been holding for so long.

He wasn’t there. What did you even expect?

You were a summer thing for him… but he was your summer love.

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 1 month

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Aita for blocking a friend on instinct? So i (f16) have this friend, (m16) we can call him D, who i've been friends with since kindergarten.

About a year ago, i started growing very close to D through our friend group's dnd campaign we held every friday. I knew him for a long time but that was the first time we had started hanging out out of school. We were talking on snapchat every night just chatting and after a while he started to send much more... revealing snaps. Just his bare shoulders but like without a shirt. He said it was because he had to let his medication for his back dry. I was a little uncomfortable, but we were friends so i didnt think that it would escalate into anything weird.

After about a month, D starts sending snaps in a towel and pictures of his chest which made me very uncomfortable. I kind of let the chatting die down after that because it was the only way i could think of that would be enough to gently let him down easy (i was wrong). I stopped going to the hangouts with that group and kind of distanced myself because how uncomfortable D made me. This only made D try harder to get my attention.

I was still friends with the others in the group so i would often have one-on-one hangouts with the others and watch tv. One thing we watched was Miraculous and we laughed and joked about it all the time. D overheard us or something and went home and binge watched the entire series in a week. Then everytime i ate lunch with that friend group, D would always make direct references to Miraculous or sing the theme song really loud. This wasnt once a day, D would make miraculous references every single minute. He became obsessed with the show (which, for reference of how weird it was, D is a very religious Christian boy. He gets upset if he gets an A- and never drinks caffeine (no problem with any of those things but just understand that kind of guy being deep within the fandom of Miraculous out of all shows 😭)). It was so bad, and it once again was making me very uncomfortable.

Eventually, it got to an insufferable point where D changed his route to go home and made sure to pass me every day after school and wave. I started avoiding him in the halls, he would always ask obscure questions that werent that important. I couldn't understand why he couldn't get that i didnt want to be friends with him anymore so i set boundaries.

A text i sent to D: i apologize if i ever caused any misunderstanding, but i would like to make it clear that im not romantically interested in you. i can see that you have been trying to grow closer, but i dont feel the same way. i don't appreciate being followed around, and i dont like when people force themselves to like the same things i like. its not attractive to be a copy of someone. i enjoy being your friend but it's difficult to disregard these things. if im being totally honest, when you do things like this, it makes me really uncomfortable and borderline creeped out. i know crushes wont disappear overnight but i would appreciate more space. if youre looking for a girlfriend, this isnt the right person, nor the right way to get it. and i wont tell anyone about this so dont worry about word spreading or anything. thank you

D's response: Oh, I'm so sorry I made you think that! I don't have a crush on you, I just noticed how you don't hang out with our friend group as often and I just wanted to make sure that I was being as nice as possible to make sure you weren't mad at us or anything. I did start to think that maybe me trying all that made me seem clingy or annoying, so I'm really sorry for all of that. Thanks for bringing this to my attention, I'll try to do better now!

This didnt sit right with me because after all of that i cannot fathom how that translates to "i wanted to include you". This made me question a lot about the situation.

Reasons i feel like i MBTA: i'm over thinking things and D could be a genuinely a nice person. Its hard for me to read the room and i need to work on that and probably apologize to D.

Reasons i feel like i MNBTA: i should trust my instincts rather than ignore them. I've had a psychological abuser in my family before and the situation could be a stalker behavior that i've learned is not ok to have.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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You Right - Kuroo Tetsurō x Reader

A/N: Im rewatching Haikyuu and Kuroo is just everything I want in a man period. Doja has been in my ears for a while now and I really wanted to do a fic based on one of her songs, so I hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I like writing it.

Also, You're the captain of the girls volleyball team at Karasuno. Yui Michimiya is your ace.

Reader is small and curvy

Pairing: Kuroo Tetsurō (Haikyuu) x Reader

Order: Pastry with Blueberry Jam and a hint of Raspberry Jam

Warnings: !!CHEATING!! (if you dont like the idea of cheating on another mc then id suggest moving away from this fic) teasing, implied smut, daichi slander (i love daichi but for the sake of the story daichi a dick)

Blurb: You and Kuroo have had a thing on the side for a while. But when your boyfriend Daichi has finally tipped you over the edge you go to the one man who was there for you through it all.

Word Count: 3684

(Y/N) POV

I was pushing through the crowd, hearing different people yell out to me to watch where I was going. But none of that mattered. I needed to get to the gym before the coach hanged me from the rafters for being late. I begged the coach only a week ago to let the Karasuno girls' volleyball team attend the training camp with the boys, and now I'm pushing through the different groups, dawned in different school jackets, trying to make it to the game on time.

We were set to play against Nekoma High. Their girls' team is pretty strong, but the Karasuno Girls have been the regional reigning champs for the past three years. As I finally saw the gym come into focus, I could see a figure waving her arms and screaming at me.

"(Y/N)! Hurry up! Coach is pissed!" Yui yelled out, causing me to go from a light sprint to full speed. I definitely compromised my ability to play, but what was I meant to do? Even though I was the captain, I was already on the coach's shit list for pleading to come here.

It took a lot of convincing and ass-kissing to come here today. While the team I had at the moment was the best I've played with, I want them to go further than I could ever take them. I could only ever take them to state, but I know they can make it to nationals and much more. So, this training camp is a way to help these girls grow their skills without me. I finally made it to the doors of the large gym and pushed them open, Yui following close behind me. Running through the halls, I threw my bag off my shoulder and passed it to Yui.

"How pissed are we talking?" I asked, pulling the jumper I had on over my head.

"Pissed, like you will be cleaning the gym for the next month pissed," Yui replied, both of us out of breath at the sheer speed we were both moving.

"Fuc-oof." Just as I was cursing to myself, I ran into something resembling a wall. Due to the fabric over my head, I couldn't see what I ran into, but the voice that rang out soon caused blood to rush directly to my face.

"If you're Yui, that must mean," The voice started as I continued to pull the rest of my jumper over my head.

"Kuroo."

"Dove, ahh, your shirt," he said, covering his face with his hand. Confused by his proclamation, I saw that my top had gone with my jumper, leaving only my sports bra and cleavage on display.

My head went even more red than before as I pulled the shirt from the jumper and back over my head. Kuroo Tetsuro did things to my body, unspeakable things, but I was determined to keep my composure.

After all…

"(Y/N)? What are you doing? Coach is going to kill you."

I have a boyfriend. Daichi Sawamura.

After pulling me through the doors of the court I was playing on, I felt a slight praise and a light kiss on my forehead. Finally, I realized the heat from my face hadn't left from my encounter with Kuroo. "This is why you are not late." Daichi almost spat out.

After he moved away from me, I looked toward my coach or my mother, whose face was as red as Nekoma's uniform. Like mother and daughter, but we were red for two different reasons.

"(Y/N) (M/N) (L/N)! You get on that court now before I revoke your title and drag every one of your teammates back to Karasuno!" She yelled at me, instilling absolute fear in my veins, afraid of the punishment I would be receiving later.

Kuroo's POV

Of course, I saw him—I was just playing against him and his team. But where was she? I heard him gloating about her being here earlier, so did she leave? I was really hoping she could see me destroy her boyfriend and his team.

"Kuroo?" I heard Kenma's quiet voice call out as he slowly approached me. "You seemed distracted?"

"I was hoping someone would be here, that's all," I replied, moving toward the middle of the court to shake hands with the opposing team.

"She has a boyfriend, Kuroo. You should back off. So no drama is caused." Kenma replied, lining up next to me.

"I'll back off when she tells me to," I told him with a slight smirk as I finally made it to the man of the hour. "Good game, captain," I told him, holding my hand towards his and grabbing it firmly.

"You too," he replied, letting a secret fire light behind my eyes. I knew that I wasn't only better at Volleyball but also at making his girl pleased. I knew things about her no one would ever know—not even her little boyfriend, Daichi Sawamura. Grabbing my gym bag and water bottle, I started to push my way through the small crowd on the court to move towards the door.

"KUROO!" An annoying, loud ringing sang through my ears. Almost making me believe I was hearing a fire alarm. But when I moved my eyes towards the sound, I saw the Nekoma Girls captain running towards me at full speed.

"Hi, Yuki." The tone that rang through my cords was utterly dissatisfied. "Playing next?" I asked her nonchalantly. I'm not trying to make a conversation, but I obviously wasn't getting out of this, so it's better to talk than stand in silence.

"Yeah against Karasuno," One word, and my interest is peaked. "We will definitely beat them this time. I can feel it."

My attention started to fade towards the end, but all I knew was that they definitely wouldn't beat Karasuno—not with her on the team. Speaking of her, I'm seeing the rest of her team but not her. Now that I'm noticing it, they all seem to have a worried look on their faces. It's like they knew she was their savior, and they wouldn't be able to win without her.

My eyes landed on her best friend, Yui Michimiya, who kept looking at her phone and then at the door. My attention started to move towards the group of girls crowding around me before I heard a slight ding. I looked back at Yui, who was looking at her phone, before quickly bolting out the doors.

"So Kuroo, the girls, and I considered having a party to celebrate when we win. Will we see you there?" All I heard was decibels, words I didn't comprehend as I laid one of my hands on one of their heads, quickly affirming whatever they said, and moved towards the doors. Walking through the propped-open doors, I turned the corner and immediately came in contact with something small and light. Looking down, I saw black fabric covering the top of a small frame.

I immediately knew who it was by examining the small frame and seeing the curves that adorned the small body. After all, my hands have roamed those curves multiple times, enough to learn every scratch and bump that coats her beautiful skin. Looking at her larger thighs, my eyes locked onto the way the tight booty short squeezed the fat around her ass. Perfectly framing her lower extremities. I looked behind her to see Yui smiling slightly but out of breath. Yui knew about my relationship with her best friend; she disapproved of how we were going about it.

"If you're Yui, that must mean," I started as the more petite frame pulled the rest of the jumper over her head. Showing beautiful (H/C) hair that was slightly messy from the jumper. Georgus (E/C) eyes peering through her lashes and sweet plump lips pushing shallow breaths out as she caught her breath again.

My beautiful (Y/N). My dove.

"Kuroo." The way her voice rang my name sounded like an intoxicating symphony. While I still adored the way she sang my name, when she cried my name, it sent me into a feral state. My eyes trailed down her body again, thinking about what I would be doing to her later. When my eyes landed on her exposed cleavage, I finally realized her shirt came off with her jumper.

"Dove, ahh, your shirt," I told her as I threw my hand to my face to try and cover the growing heat that was forming on it. Between split fingers, I saw her face go even redder before quickly putting her shirt back on.

"(Y/N)? What are you doing? Coach is going to kill you." Daichi finally made his way out the doors. Took him long enough to notice his girlfriend was missing. I watched her move past me towards Daichi and into the gym.

My eyes met Yui's as she moved towards me. She sighed before stopping—only for a moment, though, placing a hand on my bicep. She told me that she thought I suited her best friend and felt terrible for me. "You're better for her; you challenge her. And that's what she needs, but Daichi has been by her side since they were toddlers. He's the same; you're the change she's scared of," she told me before making her way into the gym to join her team.

That made me think—a lot within the span of 5 seconds. (Y/N) and I have known each other since our first year of High School at our first training camp. She was already with Sawamura, but quickly, I noticed the way she always found herself around me.

It wasn't until later in the year at our second training camp that I realized Sawamura barely paid attention to her. So, once again, I found her being around me more. She slowly opened herself up to me, and it went from a small attraction to actual feelings.

The second year is when we actually start to act on our emotions. For example, in our second year, (Y/N) decided to stay in the prefecture for a couple of nights, and I ended up in her bed on more than one occasion. Ever since, there have been secret nights, stolen glances, and kisses in the dark.

I was enough until the start of this year. Sawamura started using her as a tension blow-off. She wasn't his girlfriend anymore; she was his toy. While she didn't want to see it, the more she told me what would happen during the day, the more it became apparent. After multiple outings with our mutual friends and long chats with her best friend, I learned she's petrified of change. I don't push her, though; I will let her go at her own pace for as long as she needs.

"Wanna grab a feed?" I heard Sawamura speak out as I saw him walk past me. Where was he going? (Y/N) was about to start her game. "You know your girlfriend is about to play, right?" I called out, watching him and Sugawara stop in their tracks. They both turned around, but Sugawara had a sadder look than Sawamura.

"I've seen her play so many times; this time will be no different," he said with a slight shrug, but his demeanor told me he had no clue what was wrong with what he had just said. He turned back around, leaving Sugawara looking at me sadly.

(Y/N) would tell me how much Sugawara has been there for her when no one else was, and I will forever be grateful for it. Though he doesn't outwardly know about the two of us, I believe he knows my feelings for the Karasuno Girls captain.

Screw it; if he won't be there for her, even for something as small as a training camp game, I'll be there for her. She deserves the whole world, but at the very least she deserves a cheerleader.

(Y/N)'s POV

Half way through the game coach called a time out so everyone could collect themselves again. It wasn't until my focus wasn't on the game or my girls that I noticed that most of the boys from the Karasuno team were still around, watching the game, but Daichi was nowhere. I scanned the side of the court, nothing. Near the door, no one. The bleachers though, my eyes landed on another pair. Not Daichi's though.

"Kuroo." I whispered to myself as emotions I couldn't even name washed through my body. But we were playing against Nekoma, so he's probably here to support them.

"Okay girls! Get out there and show them what you got!" Coach called out as the rest of the girls made their way back onto the court. "(Y/N)." I heard my coach call out, but not as coach, as my mother.

I turned to look at her and the glance in her eyes told me she knew my feelings but that I needed to focus right now. So many words with one look. I understood and shook my head and made my way back to the court.

After every point I scored. Every block. Every save. I looked at him. He would already be looking at me. Every. Single. Time. Every glance rose the question. Why wasn't I with him. Why was I with someone who couldn't even take the time of day to watch my games.

The game ended rather quickly after those thoughts. I was running on auto pilot. I didn't even realize I had won us the game until I felt multiple bodies tackle me to the ground.

Just like Yui predicted, I was cleaning the gym after our game as it was the last of the day. And let me tell you, cleaning a stadium with 3 courts isn't easy to do by yourself. I'm just lucky coach asked me to clean this stadium instead of the Karasuno court. The boys don't know the meaning of cleanliness apparently.

"Need help?" I heard a sweet, coarse voice echo through the stadium. I turned to face the doors to see a tall, muscular man. Dawning beautiful black hair and piercing honey eyes.

"Where did you get to? I was looking for you after the team meeting but you went missing?" I paused in my tracks, leaning on the broom I was using to sweep the floor.

I watched as he stalked towards me, stopping only a couple inches in front of me. His cologne stung my nostrils in an intoxicating way. The way his body towered over mine made me feel hunted yet protected at the same time. The feelings I get with Kuroo are addictive, while what I feel for Diachi is comfortable.

"I went to get us these." He cooed quietly as he pulled both of his hands from behind his back, showing my favorite drink in the entire world.

"Ugh, I knew there was a reason why I liked you." I told him as I dropped the broom, letting it fall to the ground and echo around us as I grabbed the drink from Kuroo's large, firm hand.

"You played really well today."

"So you were there for me?" I said with a slight smirk as we made our way to the bleachers. Teasing Kuroo was one of my favorite pass times.

"Of course, no one on Nekoma's team has an ass like yours." He said nuding me to the side slightly. My mouth dropped in a joking shock.

"So I'm just a body to you am I?" I said as I moved in front of him and threw my leg at him, slightly kicking him as we both laughed.

We chatted, nothing sexual. Just talked. Thinking about it, I don't remember the last time I was just chatting with Daichi like this. These days he only ever talks to me if he needs something. We talked for nearly an hour before we heard the doors slam open.

"(Y/N)! What the fuck!"

"Daichi"

Kuroo's POV

"(Y/N)! What the fuck!"

"Daichi," (Y/N) said calmly. Almost like he's addressed her like this before.

"What are you doing in here alone with him!"

"Why can't I be?"

"Because you're mine! What sort of person are you parading around with other men?" The utter disgust that was being spat from Sawamura's mouth was like poison to hear.

How dare he speak to her like that, but when I turned to comfort (Y/N), her expression was stern—unwavering, in fact. He's definitely spoken to her like this before, and that fact irked me to my core. I'm about to stand up and give him a piece of my mind when I feel a small hand graze my bicep. I go to look at the girl the hand belongs to, but she's already on her feet and standing in front of Sawamura.

"So because I was your girlfriend, I belonged to you?" she started quietly but loud enough for both of us to hear.

"Was? Was my girlfriend. (Y/N) you are my girlfriend." Daichi exclaimed, almost like he was forcing a role onto her.

"No, Daichi, I was right the first time." She told him, with an undertone of authority. I was your girlfriend, meaning I'm not anymore. You do understand what it means, right?"

The struggle to suppress my laughter was profound. (Y/N) She sounded so done, done with him, done with the way she was treated, and just done with everything that had to do with Daichi Sawamura.

"Don't talk to me like I'm stupid."

"Well, you must be. I have been your pet, toy, and slave. I have always been there for you, especially when you couldn't be there for yourself. I WAS THERE! And where have you been in the past three years? Not with me, that I know for certain."

"(Y/N).."

"No, Daichi." She cut him off, moving closer to Sawamura and causing him to step back. We're done."

Two words and my ears are feeling bliss. I watched (Y/N) turn on her heel and look me directly in the eyes. She grabbed my hand and smiled slightly before turning back around and walking away—away from the stadium, away from the gym, but most importantly, away from someone who made her feel less than and towards a brighter future for herself.

Luckily, she's kept her hand firmly gripped to mine, bringing me with her.

(Y/N)'s POV

I was on the warpath, pushing through the thick air that was pulling me back to the gym to apologize for what I said. But why apologize for something I meant? I was sick of being pushed around by him.

"(Y/N), can you do this for me"

"(Y/N), I don't have time."

"I need to practice another time."

That's all I've heard from him for the past three years. Ever since we started Karasuno, it's like he changed. He wasn't the Daichi I fell in love with at such a young age. He wasn't the Daichi I made plans for the future with. He wasn't my Daichi, though.

"(Y/N)..."

It's like an echo called out my name through the endless thoughts and memories that ran through my mind.

"(Y/N)..." The echo got louder.

"DOVE!" It finally hit me. Kuroo. I dragged him through all this. Why did he even let me drag him? He could easily overpower me. He's done it plenty of times before. "Please stop, just for a second."

"I am-" I started, pausing and letting go of his hand as I slowly turned to face him.

"Dove?"

"I am terribly sorry!" I yelled slightly, throwing myself into a bow to apologize for putting him through that scene.

"What for?" I felt his hand touch my chin and push my face to look into his eyes. Those eyes—how I wished I had been looking into them for the past three years, actually looking into his eyes and not through hooded, lustful lids.

"You shouldn't have had to see that. But I'm more sorry about the shit I put you through all these years. Being second to Daichi." I told him, my eyes moving from his, looking everywhere but his eyes.

"(Y/N), you mustn't be the brightest if you think you put me through anything." He started in a quiet and gentle tone. A tone I hadn't heard in a while. But when it's from him, it's different. I feel protected. I feel safe. "I knew you and loved admiring you from the side and having you to myself in the quietest moments."

His words, their meaning, held great depth—deeper than the deepest parts of the ocean—and I was truly feeling everything he wanted me to.

"This relationship hasn't had the most trustful start. But I'm willing to try if it means I get to call you mine—to everyone and not just myself." He grabbed my cheek, pressing his forehead against mine, forcing eye contact. I couldn't help it. The feelings and emotions I was feeling were heaven. Kuroo made me feel a way no one has, not even Daichi. Kuroo was chaos, and sometimes, you need that in your life.

My body moved by itself. My lips smashed against Kuroo's. My arms are wrapped around his neck, his hands straight to his hair, and he pulls it the right way. The way I know sends him feral. I felt him sink into the heated make-out session quickly. Moving in sync with me, made for only each other.

"I'd try anything with you," I breathed out as I pulled apart from his lips. Our breaths were even in sync. How insane was I to think I was made for anyone but the man in front of me?

"Watch your words, Dove. We're still in public." He smirked lightly, giving me another quick peck on the lips before staring intensely into my eyes. Looking through his honey eyes, I could see the way he felt about me. I was peering directly into his soul, and he was in mine. The tension between us was thick to the point where oxygen even struggled to make it through.

Again, my body moved by itself. I grabbed Kuroo's hand and dragged him behind me again. I was on an even worse warpath. But instead of going away from something, it was towards something better.

Finally, the hotel, the room, and the bed were in sight. I pulled Kuroo into my room and pushed him onto the bed. "Would you look at that? We were not in public anymore."

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𝙁𝙄𝙍𝙎𝙏 𝙆𝙄𝙎𝙎. / 127

Okay ik that I said that I had a brain fart but..Idk y I saw these 3 pics and for some reason thought " first kiss with 127 mhm yup!" But it's obviously not gonna be just cute, fluffy, adorable WE OBVIOUSLY GONNA ADD SOME FUN TO IT. also maybe suggestive idk

Also Johnny might be used in this for other hcs of the members bc he's a very good emotional support I feel,so YAS!

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𝙏𝘼𝙀𝙄𝙇

I just feel taeil is so sweet that even if he liked you, he wouldn't initiate that he wanted to kiss you. I just feel like he's too sweet for his own good LIKE BABEEE STOP LOOKING AT OUR LIPS AND JUST GO FOR IT.

Speaking of looking at our lips, He does often find himself paying attention to them lips sometimes his friends catch him and tease him abt it.

BUT ANYWAYS ON TO THE KISS, since Taeil is too scared to communicate that he'd like to kiss you match maker johnny has to come through and gets the idea of the classic "lip balm challenge" which if you don't know it's like 2 ppl play and one of them put a flavored lip balm but they have to kiss the other person so the other person could guess the flavor.

NOW, Johnny is like "Dude, I have this idea so you could finally kiss the person of your dreams!" And Taeil is a little concerned since None of friends have good plans, More of Johnny, but he explains it to Taeil and now he has his bff in shambles. Taeil is like "but what abt you? I'm not kiss you just to kiss Y/n" Johnny answers with a quick, "oh no! I'm gonna be in charge of keeping up 'the scores' and seeing if yall get it right"

ON TO THE GAME HIDWVDUBWOS. It's all set up and your kinda innocent to this and you don't really think much of it except that you're KISSING ONE OF THE HOTTEST GUYS EVER but anywayssss, it starts blah blah you get orange flavored lip balm and TAEIL IS SO SCARED THIS MANS IS SWEATY, KNEES WEAK, ARMS ARE HEAVY. So yall kiss but like for a little to long that Johnny is like "OKAYYY THE TIMER WENT OFF 10 SECONDS AGO STOP KISSING LOVE BIRDS!!"

"So what was the flavor Mr.Moon Taeil?"

"I forgot we were doing a game-"

"Taeil you're a great kisser, I could get use to this without the lip balm to be honest"

"UHM—"

Taeil has died.

𝙅𝙊𝙃𝙉𝙉𝙔

Okay I see this man just going for it but like kinda subconsciously.

You're playing a game against haechan since that mf wanna talk shit how you only win against Johnny bc he let's you get away with it cause he likes you which is lowkey true BUT NOBODY GOTTA KNOW🤫

And win the match against haechan bc YO MAMA AINT RAISE NO LOSER🥱🥱!! And Johnny is happy for you and was on your side the entire time so like he grabs you into a hug a kisses your cheek.

SEE CAUSE PERSONALLY IF THAT WAS ME— GIRLLLLLL JFOW XHWKSLMS

Haechan wit his nosy ass notices and is like 🤨🤨🤨 "hyung did you just kiss Y/n?" And then FIRST TIME IN FOREVER JOHNNY GETS EMBARRASSED. You on the other hand you're just like "🧍🏾‍♀️🧍🏾‍♀️" but inside you're like "BXIWBDHWVSKSBXHWVAISN JOHNNY FUCKING SUH KISSED ME" which is understandable babes.

Later on, He apologizes and beats himself up for it and wants to make it up to by making you a "5 star meal" word from him, but you grab him down since hes kinda a giant and kiss him..ON THE LIPS THIS TIME.

It might've gotten a little heated BUT YOU AIN'T HEAR THAT FROM ME🤫

𝙏𝘼𝙀𝙔𝙊𝙉𝙂

Poor Taeyong, that's all I think when this man tries to be affectionate without the other person initiating it. He needs the ENTIRE 127 TO HELP HIM. How? What's the easiest way of getting someone to kiss their crush? Spin the bottle OFCC🤗🤗

Taeyong does tell Johnny first since he trusts him the most but then he tells everyone except you or not really tell bc it's kinda obvious, HONESTLY YOU KNOW AS WELL BUT YOU NEVER BRING IT UP BC YOU DONT WANNA SCARE HIM HXVSUDVAONAO

Yall are bored out of your minds until Jaehyun surprisingly requests a game of spin the bottle, you guys give him a questioning look though but go with it anyway.

Taeyong kinda gets nervous so he tries to run off with a "guys I'm kinda sleepy so-" Jaehyun interrupts him with a cheeky smile "nooo your not, especially now." Which momentarily confuses you and Taeyong until you both look down at the green tinted bottle that was faced both of you.

"Oh...." was all He could get out until Johnny pats his back with a loud encouraging "BRO YOU GOT THIS IT'S ONLY Y/N, THEY WON'T BITE."

"At least not that hard..." You muttered until you moved closer to taeyong.

You kinda felt sly and had a weird itch to see Taeyong feel as nervous around your present or maybe that's just your Dom self kicking in

You felt his bicep tense up under his oversized Grey sweater, you whispered a small "relax it's just me" GDUWZVISAKOMCS Before giving him a big cute smooch on his lips.

To Taeyong and you, the room felt alot more humid in that moment but it quickly went back to bright and clear after you backed up and gave him a innocent sweet smile.

the boys clowned him about it the next day bc he had his eyes open for a bit and closed them

YOU JUST COMMITED MURDER DOING ALL DAT TO MR.LEE TAEYONG🙄🙄

𝙔𝙐𝙏𝘼

He's not afraid to express his feelings I've notice, so he straight up is like "Yo, you're fine as fuck and I would definitely kiss you"

But this doesn't just come out randomly, you're just chilling late night with Yuta,Mark, and Haechan. Y'all just talking about random shit until, kissing techniques come up which is lowkey fucked up for mark bc we know our boy ain't really had a first kiss that he can remember BEOWVFUCBQO. But then our mans Yuta has had a few.

You already know that Yuta thinks you're good looking because almost everyday he says something positive about your looks so you kinda have a feeling where this convo is going.

Haechan kinda loudly asks, "is there anyone in mind you would like to kiss? Other than Mark, Yuta." I CAN HEAR MARK'S NERVOUS LAUGH HELPPPP— Yuta thinks which he honestly doesn't know why he needed to because as Haechan asked that the first person that popped up was none other than you.

His eyes lingered on you for a bit as you also gave him the same look while you drink the last bit of your cola, he sighs and pipes up, " If we're being honest, Y/n."

Mark is like "Bro fr?! [Laughs nervously]what— WAIT YOU'RE BEING SERIOUS?!—"

And you grin because you internally give yourself a round of a applause for guessing the unthinkable, you clear your throat before speaking and you say "well...what are you waiting for?" Leaning closer to him.

WOOO IS IT JUST ME OR IS IT GETTING HOT IN HERE???

But yeah yall lowkey make out—yes infront of Haechan and Mark's salad.

Mark is just like :0 the entire time while Haechan is like "OKAY CUUUT!"

"Wait so...are y'all like— dating? No? I'm confused!" Poor Markie just wanting some reassurance from this weird situation 😕 You and Yuta kinda just shrug it off for now.

𝘿𝙊𝙔𝙊𝙐𝙉𝙂

(SUGGESTIVE SO SUGGESTIVE YALL I— I MAYBE DRAMATIC BUT IDK)

Okay it happened so fast, one minute you're admiring your bf singing Shirt by SZA the next you're giving him sloppy toppy okay I'm joking abt that but it's in the same realm I guess you can say.

You kinda watch him look up songs to cover and you suggest one of your favs, and he immediately does it.

Now the thing is yall never really did much affection since it's still fresh, kisses on the forehead, cuddles, cheek kiss, temple kiss, and all that sweet jazz but never lip kisses OR EVEN HICKEYS😭

But you see your mans YES YOUR MANS over here in his chair looking good with a white tank top with his lean arms showing and some of his chest (I'm a hoe for doyoung's neck IM NO BETTER THAN A VAMPIRE BITCH—) What's not helping is that he rests his head back when he hits little highnotes

It lowkey looks like he's getting the best head right now which it lowkey turns you on, SO YOU TAKE YO CUTE ASS OVER TO HIM AND SIT ON HIS LAP. This is not abnormal for yall tho, BUT the vibe is tho.

He looks at you momentarily until BOOM yall lips are together, ngl it gets a lil..sloppy.

Getting carried away means love bites on the neck meaning doyoung's neck was COVERED (over exaggeration #2)

But it also leads to...fun in the playground which means his slender fingers in your pussy.

OKAY LEMME JUST SAY YALL WERE SHOCKED AT HOW FAR YOU GUYS WENT BC YALL NEVER TALKED ABT STUFF LIKE THAT BF4

"If you guys are gonna do that, at least be more quiet. Love, Everyone in this house<3" Doyoung read off the teared piece of paper swept under the door.

"Anyways what do you want for breakfast?"

"Our roommates just said they heard us last night, y/n-"

"My main concern is the grumble in my belly doyoung and it should be yours to"

"...sometimes you're too carefree-"

𝙅𝘼𝙀𝙃𝙔𝙐𝙉

See cause who doesn't wanna kiss jaehyun? Absolutely no one. But how many of those people get to actually do it? Very very slim! (Sorry Jaehyun stans, including myself)

But the thing that shocks him is not that people wanna kiss him its that YOU wanna kiss him, which everytime he thinks abt it his ears go red.

But the thing is you're only doing this so your ex could stay away from you. The guy has a weird habit of always trying to get close with you still after 5 months of the breakup when you clearly don't wanna deal with him, so you use you bestfriend!jaehyun as a fake boyfriend

Though you want him to actually be your bf BUT THAT'S ANOTHER CONVO.

Yall are at the mall and TO OUR SURPRISE you see your obsessive ex only 2 stores down standing out the store waiting for yall to get out of Bath and Body works. You get out of there with Jaehyuns hand in yours and you notice his hands are pretty classy.

" don't be nervous! He won't hurt you, trust me I'm alot stronger than him and so are you." You reassure while pinching his toned arm, he just flashes a unsure smile. You turn to your left to see your ex and you curse under your breath.

"He's here! Jaehyun kiss me"

"What?"

"Kiss me!"

"Why do I need to?"

"..you're my boyfriend right?"

"Well yeah fake tho"

" Just kiss me. You won't regret I swear"

He kisses you for a while, he grabs your waist until he realizes that this is just "fake"

"Jaehyun!"

"I'm sorry i-"

"Stupid why are you apologizing? Do it again."

"HUH?"

"You heard me Fool, You're pretty cute kiss me again."

WAIIIITTT THIS WAS CUTE UHM ANYWAYS- yall end up actually going on a date even tho yall are at the mall.

𝙅𝙐𝙉𝙂𝙒𝙊𝙊

Well, you see how he kisses his homies already? Yeah he does that with you as well. YALL BESTIES OR WHATEVA😋🤞🏾 or so you say...

You can be existing and he just pinches your cheek and says "awhhh cute!" And swiftly steals a kiss on your cheek. And you're just like "JUNGWOO LEAVE ME ALONE!" (You're like Mark 2.0)

As kiss on the lips wise, he's always thought abt what it would be like to kiss your plush lips but never brings it up. You catch him looking at your mouth and you just take it as him telling you there's something on there.

He catches himself and immediately starts smirking at you and you're like "BRUH STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT"

But then one time you actually had something on your mouth, he was like "fuck it" and used his thumb to wipe your lip. You stopped mid sentence but not bc jungwoo wiped his thumb over your lip but because he THEN leaned in and kissed you.

You kissed back after some shock washed over you. After yall stopped he kinda tilted his head with THAT FUCKING INNOCENT SMILE.

"Now...what if I slapped you afterwards what would you do?"

"I would moan."

"...ok well-"

"Do it."

"NO JUNGWOO"

"PLEASEEE"

"OH MY GOD NO—"

HELPPPP BDJBXUABAO IM SORRY.

𝙈𝘼𝙍𝙆

We already know Mr. No game ain't gon do shit so we gotta do it for him BFIWVDIQMWOG HELPPP NO MARK SLANDER I SWEAR I LOVE MARK

So I see this man talking about how he wants to kiss you and make sweet love to you. Which lowkey cringes you bc instead him saying I wanna have sex with you he says that but you still find it cute.

So he obviously tells all of this to johnny and Johnny is dying of cringe bc he never thought the person that he basically raised is talking about such things, Mark transfer this into a song though and Johnny is like "Dude you should totally sing it to her"

He's kinda scared at first bc he thinks you'll catch on way too quickly but gives in anyway, so you're chillin' while listening to Mark sing his song while playing the guitar.

But there's a lyric that he can't finish because it distinctively talks specifically about you and he mentally kicks himself because honestly he made the song to not show it to you unless yall get married and have 5 children.

"Why'd you stop?"

"Uhm...I don't think you wanna hear-"

"Why would I not? I like it so far!"

"I don't want you to think I'm weird-"

"C'mon it won't hurt me, is it about sex?"

"Not exactly"

"Then what's the issue?"

He sighs, and begins once he starts he looks at you momentarily to see your reaction and as he ends the lyric he looks up again to see you like :0

"MARK IS THIS ABOUT ME?"

"UHMMM YEAH- WAIT NO UHHH IS IT?"

"OH MY GOD. AWHHHH"

"WAIT YOU'RE NOT MAD?"

"NOOO IM HAPPY"

"YOU ARE?"

"YES...MARK DO YOU WANNA KISS ME?"

"UHM? YEA I GUESS? WAIT- ARE YOU FUCKING WITH ME?"

As he points at himself questioning you, you pull him by his neck and gives a big SMOOCH

He's malfunctions honestly, he's on glitch mode one may say🤭

He scratches the back of his head, "I feel so embarrassed though" tilting your head at him you answer with a simple 'why'

"Because I feel like I should've been more straight forward since I know you like blunt men-"

"Stop right there. Just cause I said that Yuta being so bold was attractive doesn't mean that's my type. I like dorky cute cringe men, meaning you."

"Wow thanks."

"I'm serious! I like you mark!"

"wAit[voice crack] you dO?[voice crack]"

"Yes stupid!"

"Oh my fucking god..:0"

Then he grabs with a second kiss from excitement 😭😭

𝙃𝘼𝙀𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙉

(Kinda suggestive)

Okay we all know haechan is flirtatious devil and you never take his flirty jabs to heart but very recently its been getting more bold. For example! He has placed his hand on your thigh, squeezing and kinda playing with it but never in a sexual manner. NOT KNOWING HOW MUCH EFFECT THAT GIVES YOU.

And everytime you help him with something he puckers his lips out but you never give in because WHO KISSES THEIR BFF AM I RIGHT?

His lips have been looking real kissable lately, every since he asked if he could borrow your chapstick bc he was "too broke to get some himself" which was a lame excuse to throw in everyone's face that he shares the same chapstick as you. Which should've been reason 1 that he likes you but that's just silly ole' haechan right? Right...?😧

But honestly that desire to kiss your "bff" grew quicker also when he got tomato sauce on his lips and licked it off making his plump small lips glossy and a little red.

SO haechan needed help with his computer since it was acting stupid, he had the perfect Idea to mess with it so he could call you in his room just to have you around.

You sleepily shuffled your way into his room with groggy 'what', he explained the situation and you stared at him so his request could register in your still half asleep brain.

"Haechan...do you ever think about figuring stuff out before calling me?"

"I DID! I told you I tried to restart my computer like 3 million times and the add won't budge."

"There's no way a browser add is just gonna be stuck there after you shut down your computer unless you're on pornhub."

"That's not the point, Just fix my computer pleaseeeeee"

"Ugh fine! You're repaying me though "

"Yeah yeah yeah just come sit on my lap"

"Okay I'm leaving"

"IM JOKINGGGG"

After turning back to enter his room you made your way over to him and his precious little computer, you bent down some so you could be eye level with it.

"Damnnnnnn!"

"I'm gonna fucking kill you haechan."

"Please do"

"...not if you get pleasure out of it"

"Oh so you like edging huh?"

"WHAT?"

"It's a genuine question."

"Lemme just fix this computer before I do the unthinkable in here"

"Kinky."

After huffing at his sly response, you took the cord out and plugged it back in. After the computer buffered a few, the screen turned on and the home screen popped up with you and him at the 2021 Halloween party (FYI you were guys went as vampires since it was a lot minute costume grab)

"Why do you still have this up?"

"We looked hot I don't know."

"[Chuckle] I have other hot photos you know?"

"Don't joke like that"

"Does it look like I'm joking?"

"Lowkey hope you are"

"Mhm as if you don't have me on your lap right now"

"Its a habit. BUT THANK YOU FOR HELPING MY COMPUTER BESTIE"

As he did his signature puckered lip thing, you look at them for a second and you think if you should go for it, "Fuck it" you muttered before grabbing the back of his neck and kissed him.

You felt him tense up guessing that he's shocked by this new gesture of yours, and when you broke the kiss he pants a bit before looking away.

"Oh....that's not haechan getting all flustered is it?"

"Give me a minute please."

"You never give me a minute"

"What does that mean?"

"[Sigh] when you touch my thigh you never give me time to regain myself"

"I didn't think it was making you all hot."

"Okay I didn't say that"

"But that's what you meant."

"Okay fine."

"But why did you kiss me?"

"Mmmm.. your lips looked nice and you look really cute right now."

"So all the other times I didn't?"

"It's not that, I was waiting for the right time."

"So me calling you in here to fix my computer and you sitting in my lap was the right time?"

"Yes."

"I'm not mad at it"

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Okay I'm kinda sorry on how long some of them are but I'm also not bc they're kinda cute if you ask me.

Also recently idk what it is but jungwoo lowkey is starting to grow on me I think it's bc I watched that relay cam of him and the one with mark which also has him in it and the taeil one starring him I think jungwoo might become a fav but WE'LL SEE🤭🤫

Anyways hope you enjoyed bestie boos and this is the end of YOU GUESSED IT The BGKSC BYEEEEEE😋🤞🏾❤

#nct 127 #nct scenarios #johnny suh #haechan #jung jaehyun #lowkey a mess #kim jungwoo #mark lee #nct #nct u #nct imagines #jungwoo might become a fav pt.1😋🤞🏾#follow me on this jungwoo journey 🤭#nakamoto yuta #taeil #lee taeyong #doyoung

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xdeariex · 2 years

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can i have this dance ?

summary: robin confesses her feelings for you with a bad joke

word count: 1129

i got this idea very last minute and it was supposed to go an entirely different way but i think it's cute like this

warnings: none besides fluff

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lately, you'd been spending a lot of time with robin. studying up, making sure your grades stayed decent so when finals came around you weren't stressed out entirely. it was your last year of high school and you wanted to make it count.

it was a little hard to do that with robin so distracted.

you two decided to change up the setting a little bit— your bedroom floor would no longer cut it. so last week, you went out on your own and found a place that was discreet for you two to hang out. you ended up coming across a picnic table on the far side of the park one day and decided it was perfect.

robin was surprised, she knew you didn't like taking walks by yourself. but you did it for her. and unfortunately, that was the only way you were able to communicate your feelings. you were as much of a lost cause as she was, always rambling but never saying the right thing.

plus, how could you find out if she liked girls or not? you sure weren't going to ask her, that was like walking right into death. you weren't going to ask steve because you knew he wouldn't budge due to "privacy reasons." so you'd have to keep trying in a way that says 'i care about you' or maybe 'i kinda, sorta love you' without giving yourself away before you were entirely sure.

robin brought snacks and a notebook that you knew she would just doodle in, instead of taking notes and you brought the books.

only less than an hour of "studying" robin was already out of her seat and bouncing around. she got up from her side of the table, coming over you and sitting down next to you. she leaned over, chin resting on your shoulder and after a few moments of silence passed she let out a dramatic sigh. you bit back a smile, trying your hardest to ignore her. however, much to your annoyance, she let out another— louder than last time.

"what is it?" you asked her without looking up at her.

"i'm super, mega bored. can we do something?"

"we are doing something."

"no, i mean something that isn't going to rot my brain."

"rot your brain?"

"y/n, i already know all this stuff." she gestures to the textbook you had flipped open, taking the liberty of shutting it for you. "and i know you do too, you need to stop stressing yourself out."

you rolled your eyes, turning your body to face her.

"what do you propose we do then, hm?" you asked, knowing she had no clue.

"we could dance." she bit down on her bottom lip, smiling widely.

"dance?" you groaned.

"yes!" she beamed.

"there's not even any music."

"imagine it."

"robin, you know i dont-" you didn't even have time to finish your sentence before she was grabbing you by the hand, pulling you up out of your own seat. she swayed her arms causing yours to follow her movements with your intertwined hands. you tried your hardest to hold back you laughter, hoping that if you acted serious enough, she would let you go back to studying.

but is that what you really wanted? robin was right, you did know all the material, you just wanted to play it safe. but was that the right thing to do? were you supposed to play it safe? you were asking yourself so many questions you weren't even sure if you were talking about robin or your schoolwork. you didn't have time to think any further before robin let go of one of your hands. raising the other and twirling you in your spot. she reeled you back in, mouthing the lyrics to the song playing in her head.

your breath hitched in your throat, realizing how close you two were. do you lean in? do you try to make a move? what the fuck am i supposed to do? you were panicking, just a little.

"you need to loosen up, y/n. i don't bite." robin spoke with her stupid, oddly attractive soft voice with the perfect rasp to it that made you- "come here,"

you felt her hand leave yours, watching her take a step up onto the bench, then the table. she held out her hand for your own and although you seen it as a hazard to dance on this not-so-big table, you didn't care because robin was here with you. she wanted to dance with you, she was spending this time with you.

and that seemed to do it for you, you let go of every bombarding thought in your mind, taking robin's hand and jumping up onto the picnic table.

"there she is!" robin nearly cheered, taking both your hands yet again and moving her body to the music. you couldn't even express how stupid you both looked, feet shuffling on the splintered wood of a picnic table, arms flaying around, cackling like 5 year old's. but you didn't care.

your heart nearly left your body when robin pushed too close to the edge, though the fall wouldn't have really mattered, given it was 2 feet. still you gasped, immediately throwing out your hand to catch her. just in time, your hands latched onto eachother, you pulling robin back with an o-shaped mouth and multiple giggles leaving you as shock engulfed you.

"guess you could say im falling for you," she quipped, shrugging to play a nonchalant act.

"oh my god," you flushed in embarrassment at her poor taste in joke. "never say that again."

"what if that's really how i feel though," her voice suddenly got crazy quiet, eyes flickering from your eyes to your lips as if she was awaiting her opportunity and your reaction.

"i-" you didn't know what to say, so for once your life you didn't say anything. leaning in, you pressed your lips to robin's, eyes shut tight. to your surprise she kissed you back, soft lips on your own, hands trailing up to rest on your waist and if this wasn't the most perfect moment you didn't know what was. you two were in perfect sync, energies matching the other, simply lost in the feeling of pure bliss. you didn't pull away for what felt like forever, your lungs practically begging for air.

her eyes were still closed when you opened yours, wrapping your arms around her neck and kissing the corner of her mouth for her attention.

"so was that like an agreement kiss or...?"

"oh my god."

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#stranger things #robin buckley #robin buckley x reader

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rileebilee · 1 year

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set free.

isaacwhy x fem!reader

warnings: angst, suicide, mentions of od, self-harm, eating disorder, ect.

a/n: hi.... so i need more request pretty plz. also im super sorry for this uhhh..

requested?: no

i sobbed to myself silently, for fucks sake my life was going downhill, everyone must hate ne, they must think im ugly also. my mom overdosed yesterday night and i havent leftmy room nor told anyone, ive ignored their calls, texts, face times, knocks. everything is so fucking bad.

i would pay anything if i could leave this world.

ISAACS POV.

im worried.

y/n hasnt left her room at all. she's not eating, sleeping, talking, we all dont know why, but we're scared. really. scared.

the last time she did this she almost killed herself, thats why.

i got up from my bed when i heard my phone ding, my eyes widened to see a message from y/n, it was a long paragraph on why shes sorry for everything she did and why she loves all of us so much, assuming this was sent to everyone. oh fuck.

i ran out to the others quickly.

"did you get thr message too?" nick said, all of them looking worried.

"she did this last time also, we need to go up there but ill be the one talking." i said, trying to stay calm.

we all went up there and i knocked on the door.

"y/n?, its me isaac. can you please unlock the door, we can talk about whatevers going on."

no response.

"y/n?" larry said this time "we all want to make sure your okay, we dont want you to harm yourself or anything.

"we could go through the bathroom? you can get in from there." tanner said

we all walked to her bathroom, figuring out that she was harming herself, the floor being covered in dry blood, pill bottles scattered, blade on the counter, larry froze, nick making him leave with tanner to leave and figure out how to calm themselfs.

3RD PERSON POV.

yumi and isaac slowly opened the door, peaking through it to see y/n almost lifeless on the ground.

"fuck dude." nick said from behind yumi, isaac running over to check if she was still breathing.

"y/n, can you hear me?" isaac questioned, holding her hand, yumi calling 911, nick freaking out trying to figure out what to do.

time skip cuz i dont know what to do..

y/n was breathing slowly in the hospital bed, isaac staring at her.

isaac was the most depressed out of all of them. he couldn't even try to not be emotional, loosing the girl he loved the most made him hurt. alot. he watched her lay there almost lifeless, holding her was the worst.

larry kept blaming himself, he felt like he always annoyed her, he joked too much. but he lost his funny personality and now he cant even peep a word.

tanner was alone, y/n felt like a sister to him, a best friend, a workout buddy, he felt empty inside. he didnt know what to do without her.

nick was a mess, he loved y/n like his sister also, his vlog buddy, his friend. everything was lonely without her.

yumi was the moodiest and quiet. he didnt talk to anyone, no one, not even her or the doctors, he never thought about what would happened if one of them died since her last accident. he was extremely upset.

all of them were silent on social media, grunk found out right after she was admitted to the hospital, he also was silent. the only message he said was "me and the group will be off twitter for a bit, thank you." which the others reposted, except for y/n. all of the fans were suspicious about this, she had spoke out about her mental health on the internet a few times, talked about her past, ect. her father was one of the first to be reached out when she was first in the ambulance, he explained what had might of caused this.

isaac was speaking to her softly, apologizing so many times, holding her hand, sobbing. until he had felt a squeeze on his hand. his head reached up and eyes brightened.

"its okay isaac, it wasnt your fault." she smiled brightly, she looked at larry who was smiling at her, going on the other side of her and hugging her gently. "and im sorry you had to see that larry, im sorry yumi, nick, and tanner." they had all hugged her.

she had stayed in the hospital for a few more days until she was allowed to go home, everyone was better and happy. she had also got help and reached out to a therapist, leading for her mental health to get better and made sure she never had anything to harm herself with again.

but thats only in fairy tales.

y/n had passed on a few days later, her overdose was a large dose. she was barely able to breathe. she had died the night everyone was there.

everyone watcher her coffin lower into her grave, isaac couldnt handle this anymore, he bursted out crying into yumis arms, he thought he did a terrible job as a lover, a partner, a friend.

yumi was standing on the roof of a building he had found, wind hitting his face watching the sunset, he had left all of his stuff at home. maybe suicide was a way to meet her again. he jumped off and landing in the water drowning himself.

larry was next, he found himself in the woods with a rope, tying it onto the tree he found, sunset hitting his face. he had it around his neck. jumping off.

tanner had dissapered one morning, never to be seen again. leaving nothing but a sorry note, his favorite items, clothes, ect.

nick had gotten into a car accident, running his car into a tree while drunk and not able to see.

isaac had posted on twitter about the group ending, he apologized and explained what happened with y/n. not going too deep into her story.

he took the pills on his desk and swallowed them, pulling the cover over his body, leading himself into a deep dark sleep.

maybe sometime in another life.

#the group chat #the group chat podcast #isaacwhy #bigt #marswhyyy #larrycroft #softwilly #yumi #grunk #angst #imsorry #uhmm crying rn

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fizzyswirl · 1 month

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coming back hopefully one last time to say this.

I personally think the qsmp should take a hiatus, to fix everything, and start fresh without the eggs.

I know the eggs are very important to the server and to all of us. And as much as I'd like to see them again. I feel keeping them will only cause more issues and make the expectations high.

I feel restarting the whole server and doing things differently would be the best course after fixing the work problems. They also should let every cc choose to have lore and roleplay so because that is the reason for why the qsmp is Unfortuently failing. The eggs and the lore are together and because the eggs aren't around, no events are really happening right now and people aren't motivated to hop on.

If the qsmp were to fully restart without lore or at least where the admins are involved, I think it would be nice to at least have references of the eggs and even have statues to show the eggs. Like something to still include the eggs without including them.

Again I know they are every important but they honestly are holding down the server as the only reason the cc's are hopping on aside to hang out with friends and events are the eggs.

I'd prefer this over keeping them and I'm saying this as a Richas fan.

But if this were to happen I'd like the eggs to be given a final goodbye wether it's an announcement or on the server. Like just to conclude the whole sever being the eggs.

Like do how some servers did and add seasons, the eggs would be season 1 and potentially season 2 would be more improved hopefully.

I really want the qsmp to continue as it brought so many people together and brought cultures together as well.

I also would love to keep the eggs but they weren't planned to still be around they were supposed to last for a week or 2 (I forgot for how long) but we all fell in love with these eggs but we need to let them go to save the server and of course focus on the fixing the workplace behind the scenes.

But the question we all are probably wondering is that, if the server does make a return after a pause, what will keep the server something the cc's wanna continue to hop on? Like of course there will be events and activities, but like I said, the eggs were one of the main reasons people kept showing up.

Maybe have like npcs like there needs to be something that will help make the server still feel lively without the eggs and without the admins being in control of the server as with all is going on there needs to be a better solution as this seems to not be fixable but I know everyone wants this server to be saved.

And so I feel the eggs should get a conclusion and leave forever, we can say that they grew up and went on their own adventures and pretend they visit sometimes.

I love the eggs and love the server but the eggs can't stay any longer if the admin situation is not working out.

And I really believe Quackity isn't being malicious and has a really good goal with bringing people together, he just needs to learn from his mistakes and learn to better communicate with his employees like I don't think he's a bad person because he's only one person and this is the first time he fully is doing a big project that involves a team from around the world. This isn't easy as people may think as it has so many layers in a workplace.

But yeah this is what I think. Like I am not doomposting nore hating on anyone including Quackity as we dont know what's happening with him behind the scenes.

I will continue to watch the qsmp for as long as it does live and still will enjoy the cc's that I was introduced to.

Because of the qsmp I learned so much and been introduced to so many cc's and cultures/traditions and I learned a bit of French, Spanish, and Korean, and I understand a bit of Portuguese. Like I still don't know how to speak or read Portuguese fully but I am able to understand a bit more and even say some words and phrases that I adopted because of the server.

I don't want to lose this server as much as anyone and I want the cc's to still interact even if the server ends but if Quackity wants to save the server I feel he needs to conclude the eggs lore, take a server break, fix his team and rebuild it with more rules and start a payment system, and restart the server from the start and make the story different but maybe still have a round way for those with current lore to still continue as I know there are still lore going on like Fits, technically Pacs, and Bad.

But yeah this is what I think, I will forever love the eggs no matter what happens to them, and I love the server and proud of what Quackity brought to life and I feel this is the start of what Quackity's goal is which is bring differently cultures and languages together and break the languages barriers and hope that even if it does end I hope it encourages more ccs and people to bring more parts of the world together as I feel it can happen if we all try and give it a chance ❤

Here's one last photo of Richas (my fave ovo) and Empanada is also another fave egg also

#qsmp neg #qsmp #qsmp admin situation #Qsmp appreciation

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ozai-the-bonsai · 2 years

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Tame the Dragon

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x Targaryen!reader

Summary: Daemon has asked you to marry him, but you have to wait to talk with King Viserys until Rhaeneyra and Laenor's wedding takes place. As you and Daemon try to hide the affection you feel for one another, everything gets more complicated with you being betrothed to Jason Lannister.

Warnings: I’m not a native English speaker, strong language, incest, sexual abuse

Taglist: @disneydaddyevans @mirandastuckinthe80s @xicesam @mariamyousef702 @eddiemadmunson @dont-try-pesticide @sweetybuzz25 @hc-geralt-23 @schniiipsel @ttae-yong @syrma-sensei @asiludida164 @kaitieskidmore1 @irmavanity-blog @pax-2735 @trickrtreatart @shanzeyxsyed @random-human02 @scarwicht @xcallmetaniax @instabull

A/N: I am so sorry for taking too long to update -there was another request I had to work on first, and uni started again so I am pretty much either occupied with the lectures or out with my friends... But, since I kept you waiting for an eternity (and since we don't have much Daemon in this one), I wrote two parts and I'll be posting the other one shortly after (: Enjoy!

|Part 5|

You clenched your fists under the table, the sight in front of you was causing your stomach to tie up in knots.

Apparently, the frown on your face did not go unnoticed as Jason Lannister, who was sitting to your left, asked you. “Princess Y/N, is everything alright?”

Shaking yourself, you wore a pleasant expression as you nodded at him, a fake smile inhabiting your lips. “Of course, I was just distracted for a moment.” You told him but your purple eyes were still on Daemon. The moment his eyes met yours, you turned your head towards your betrothed. “Would you care to dance, my Lord?” You asked him with a rather flirtatious tone, hoping for Daemon to see the look in your eyes as well.

Jason Lannister’s blue eyes shone with happiness the moment he heard you. He stood up and offered you his hand with a charming smile -he had asked you to dance, a couple of times in fact, but you had always rejected him; hence, he was overmuch excited and wanted to enjoy the moment.

As you held his hand, you followed him into the crowd of dancing people, though your eyes were on Daemon, who had Laena Velaryon inside his arms at the present. You sent him a challenging look when your eyes met. Well, two can play this game, darling.

Ever since the beginning of the feast, Daemon had been restlessly flirting with Laena Velaryon, which had left you feeling jealous as you watched the two laugh and dance together. You could not understand why he was doing such a thing and you hated to see how much of a control he actually had over you; however, you didn’t intend to just sit there and wait for Daemon to have his fun.

No, nobody messed with the dragon, and you intended to bite back.

During the entire time you danced with Jason Lannister, you could feel Daemon’s eyes on you, but you gave it your best and didn’t take a single look at him as you giggled and laughed at Jason’s words even though they were far from being funny. Even after Daemon went back to his place on the table, without Laena Velaryon by his side, you continued to flirt and dance with Jason Lannister.

“Thank you so much, Princess, for the dance and for your pleasant company.” Jason Lannister told you before bringing your hand to his lips. You couldn’t really tell whether it was because of all the wine you had been drinking or the way Jason had been complimenting you while you were dancing, but your cheeks carried a lighter shade of pink.

However, before you two could head back to your place around the table, you felt someone other than Jason holding your hand. You didn’t need to notice his smell for the jealousy falling into Jason’s blue eyes was enough to tell you who was standing next to you.

“Would the Princess be so kind to let me have this dance?” Daemon asked you, completely ignoring the presence of Jason Lannister.

But it seemed like Jason had no intention of being ignored.

He placed his hand gently on your shoulder. “I’ll be waiting for you at our place, betrothed.” Letting his hand slide down your arm, he sent a warning look at Daemon and went back to the table.

You could easily feel how tense Daemon was becoming, you squeezed his hand gently. “Gīda ilagon.” You told him in High Valyrian, aiming to soften him; however, instead, he literally dragged you into the crowd of dancing people so that you two were not easily visible to the others sitting around the table. [Calm down.]

“What are you doing?” Daemon literally hissed between his teeth as he held you firmly from your waist. You had a confused expression on your face. “Nyke ivestretan ao nyke would hīlagon zȳhon bartos lo ziry renigon ao.” [I told you I would crush his head if he touched you.]

You raised a challenging eyebrow at him. “Poghash se vala qilōni ȳdragotan rūsīr Laena Velaryon giez bantis.” You spoke with a bitter tone as you tried to step back, free yourself from his hold but he didn’t let you. Instead, he pulled you against his chest. The way he leant into you caused you to gasp for he was standing too close to you so that your lips could easily touch his if you talked. [Says the man who flirted with Laena Velaryon whole night long.]

“It is not the same, Y/N,” Daemon breathed against your lips, you could feel several people looking at you two. “You are betrothed to him.”

Using all the strength you had, you pushed Daemon away and stepped back. “In that case, you should have known better than to try and make me jealous, my Prince.” You told him with a smirk on your lips. “You are not the only one who can play dirty.”

Of course, Daemon would not give up so easily.

He held you from your left wrist and pulled you against him once more so that he could whisper in your ear. Your silver dress was sleeveless; hence you could easily feel your skin burn under Daemon’s touch. “Nyke kessa henujagon ñuha zālarys va tolvie ezīmos hen aōha mēny skore ēza issare vaogenka ondoso zȳhon ondos, dārilaros.” [I shall leave my mark on every inch of your body which has been tainted by his hands, Princess.]

With slow movements, you freed your wrist as you whispered back. “Jikagon va hae bisa, se ao kostagon mērī ēdrurys hen kunathings, ñuha dārilaros.” [Go on like this, and you can only dream of such things, my Prince.]

Leaving Daemon puzzled in the crowd, you made your way towards the main table, hardly feeling the need to hide the smirk on your lips.

[Time Skip]

There was a confused look on your face as you followed Jason Lannister to the corridor outside the Great Hall. You had this disturbing feeling in your stomach that he had taken the way you’ve been, well, playing with him to drive Daemon crazy a little bit too seriously for he had been constantly trying to hold your hand while you were around the table.

“What is it that you wanted to tell me, my Lord?” You asked Jason as you wrapped your arms around your torso. The upper-chest part of your dress and its back consisted only of lace, hence you felt a little bit cold.

Upon seeing that Jason was walking towards you, you took several steps back, only to feel the damp, stone wall against your back. A frown appeared on your face as you tried to understand what was going on inside Jason Lannister’s mind.

However, you were not expecting him to hold you from your hips.

“I don’t want to wait till the wedding,” he whispered against your lips, his breath smelled like wine and ale -you had no idea how he had found ale for only wine was being served -and you found the mixture totally disgusting.

You tried to push him away but he was well-built. The moment his lips captured yours, however, you lost your patience and slapped him hard in the face, causing him to take a few steps back.

“What the hell do you think you are doing?!” You literally shouted at him; you could feel the fire of the fury growing fast within you. At that moment, all you wished for was to be able to shoot fire, just like your dragon Virion, so that you could burn the fuckhead trying you touch you against your will.

“Oh, so this becomes a problem only with me?” Jason Lannister asked with an angry tone, too, as he pointed himself. It was clear that he was drunk as hell, but it still did not justify his actions and did not lessen the desire you felt to rub his freaking head against the wall until you created sparks with it. “But I am so fucking sure, Princess, that you’d gladly let me fuck you if I were your dear uncle, wouldn’t you?”

You pointed him with your index finger in a threatening way. “Watch your words, Ser Jason,” you spoke with a cold and warning tone, trying hard to keep your temper under control. “I will not warn you again.”

As you tried to walk away, Jason held you from your waist and pushed you against the wall. Pinning your arms behind you to hinder you from hitting him once again, he pressed his body against yours.

“Get your filthy hands off me!” You literally screamed at him, trying to free yourself but his grip on you was just too strong. As a last resort, you spit on his face which, of course, ended up getting him even more violent.

“That dirty mouth of yours should be kept under control, Princess.” Jason told you with a disgusting smirk on his lips and covered your mouth with one of his hands. You were still screaming and cursing him but the voices simply came out muffled as he got rid of the scarf around your neck, only to reveal the marks Daemon had left the previous night.

Even though the corridor was dimly lit, it was enough for Jason to notice the purple marks on your pale skin. Once again, you saw the venom of jealousy flow into his blue eyes as a deep frown appeared on his face.

“These are new,” he muttered, his hand still covering your mouth. “You’ve been laying with other men even though we are to be married soon?” Slowly, he lowered his hand and you gasped for air. “Who was he?”

You spit on his face once again. “Fuck you.” You hissed between your gritted teeth. “Who do you think you are? To assault me like this? I’ll have your fucking head on a spike!”

He held you firmly from your chin, bringing his face closer to yours. His grip was so strong that the way it hurt you brought you on the verge of tears. You pressed your lips against each other. “It was him, wasn’t it?” Jason whispered with a tone full of disgust and jealousy. “You let Daemon fuck you while I was planning our marriage!”

Before you could snap at him once more, he moved his head to the crook of your neck and pressed his lips against the sensitive skin. You tried to free your hands and push him away; however, you weren’t expecting him to bite on your neck. You let out a scream as you began to curse him, again.

Then, you felt the weight on your body disappear as someone pushed Jason Lannister away from you with such strength that caused him to fall onto his back.

“Are you alright, Princess?” Harwin Strong asked you as he offered you his arm. You didn’t even realise that you were violently shaking as you nodded and took his arm. However, when he saw Jason Lannister trying to run away, Harwin quickly let go of your hand and held the fuckface from his collar, raising him into the air. “Do you realise that you have already given me enough reason to behead you right at this very moment, Lord Lannister?” Harwin asked with a threatening tone. Jason Lannister seemed as if he could wet his pants. “If I were you, I wouldn’t try pushing my luck.”

Then, he just let go of the blonde-haired man. Jason Lannister fell onto the floor with a loud thud, followed by a cry of pain.

As you watched him squirm on the ground, you were trying hard to fight the urge to kick his face until it was nothing but a bloody mess of flesh, but the way Harwin held you from your upper arm reminded you to get a hold of yourself.

You took a deep breath. I have better ways of torturing him, you thought and with slow movements, you kneeled next to his lying figure. “I will make sure to convince the King to give you the punishment you deserve, Jason Lannister, you have my word.” You whispered, your voice was as cold as ice and lacked the tiniest bit of emotion.

After leaving Jason Lannister to the hands of Harwin Strong, you walked back to the Great Hall. Every step you took, however, reminded you of the way Jason’s hands wandered around your body, the way his lips tainted your skin and you simply wanted to scream on top of your lungs.

You felt dirty.

You didn’t know how you could get rid of the ghost of his hands and lips haunting your mind and your body.

The moment you stepped a foot in the Great Hall, your eyes found that of Daemon’s -he looked worried. Before you could walk to him, however, your mother grabbed you from your arm as she literally dragged you outside.

“Do you have any idea how terrible you look?” She hissed at you, her hands were trying to tidy your dress and your silver hair. “Where have you been? Where is Jason Lannister?”

“Mom,” you spoke with a tired tone as you pushed your mother’s hands away. “He touched me. Against my will.” You saw her eyes widen with shock, but she didn’t give any reaction other than that. “Aren’t you going to say anything?” You asked, your voice full of disappointment.

“To be honest,” Delaena Targaryen began to speak, though she couldn’t keep eye contact with you this once. “You have been the one making a pass at him whole night, Y/N.”

You couldn’t believe your ears. “You must be joking, right?” You muttered, your whole body began to shake, but this time it was because of how angry you felt. “That man tried to rape me!”

Your mother arched her brows with a warning manner. “Lower your voice, Y/N.” She said and held you from your wrist. “Let’s find you something to cover your neck with, and we will discuss this in the morning.”

“No, there is not a single matter to be discussed, mother.” You spoke as you shook your hand free of her hold. You had a determined look inside your violet eyes. “I am not going to marry that cunt -this little freak show you have been so eager to arrange is over.”

“I do not recall giving you any say in this delicate matter.” It was obvious that your mother was trying to keep her calm, but her voice already carried the hints of a warning. “Now, Y/N, don’t make me repeat myself.”

You shook your head as you took a few steps back. “I don’t care what you think, I told you this marriage nonsense is over.” Slowly, your voice got lower. “And yet here you are, decided to force your one and only daughter to marry the man who has tried to rape her.” Turning back, you began to walk away. “Just leave me alone.”

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