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technowoah · 3 years

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Taunt

It only takes one time to realize you fucked up.

- ANON REQUESTED!

- WILBUR X FEM! READER BLURB

PROMPTS!

50) "Fuck off... I mean it"

24) "Get in the car" "..." "please get in the car"

⚠︎ angst to fluff, swearing, based on the song Taunt by Lovejoy ❤🐈 its short btw yall

[Updated 3 hours after upload I messed up the prompts sorry yall now it fixed]

She was always asking if he was alright. He always lied to her just to get her off his back for the night, but it was his fault that he wanted her to move in. He has to deal with that all of the time, it was her fault anyways. She made him upset, she made him not alright. She didn't know that. She constantly complained about things that didn't even concern her, she dodged their relationship making it more about her than them.

It was tiring to him. Constantly providing, trying to tie a broken knot, but he didnt let that get in the way of his career, or his friends. There's another issue, he never talked to his friends about her. She accused him of not being proud of their relationship and that became a problem that never got resolved.

Did anyone ever say "no" to her? Well if no one did, he would be the first one to do so. Fuck that.

He listened, and listened, but nothing kept this relationship together.

Wilbur talked to the three people chatting on his discord through his headphones as a soft LED lights flowed through the room. These nights were simple because she didnt have to see him when he decides to stream, he basically has his time set out for himself without trouble. He wasn't ecstatic, he felt horrible, but the facadè was there.

Her on the other hand wasnt happy either. She never got attention from him, and of course she could get moody from time to time like every other human being, but she always took it out on him. Who else was gonna be there for her? He acted like her cared, she knew he was lying. His "caring" consisted of humming and him responding like a default character in a video game. He didn't care, he acted like he never did. She needed that attention and he knew damn well she did.

She wasnt asking for much, at least to her it did feel like it. She knew when she was wrong, but she didn't want to admit it when they were both in the wrong too. They dont get each other, she didnt know why he asked her to move in when he didn't want anything to do with her. Ever since he moved her in he kept her in check like a child, she hated and loved that at the same time. Its true that she wanted her own way, she did what she wanted and gave her attention to whoever she wanted her attention to be. She thought that was fine, but apparently she dosent give any effort to the relationship.

Rolling her eyes at the thought she decided to leave the dishes in the sink dirty. She thought about leaving and finding someone who will get her, yes Wilbur listened to her, but there was no effort. When he's drunk and tries to "figure out what makes her brain tick" ends up in more distaster.

Lying in the couch her mind began to wonder, he always said that she could get away with anything. She always took it as a taunt. Everytime it was brought up. He called it "pretty privilege" and he always taunts her saying she abuses that power.

Her jaw clenched as she recalled those memories. Summoning the courage she brought herself up onto her feet and rushed to their shared bedroom. Taking a deep breath she opened their closet and started pulling her things off of hangers, not caring if she made a mess. She tossed her clothes onto the messy bed that they didn't bother to make this morning.

Bringing a small backpack out from underneath the bed she tried shoving most of her clothes into a bag for a night. In total frustration she emptied the bag and only backed necessities that she would need for the night.

She was tired of him and he was tired of her so she was doing both of them a favor. She made her way out of the door grabbing a coat and sliding on some simple shoes. Shooting a quick text to a close friend letting them know she's coming over. Her friend wasn't that close, but she decided to walk. As she locked the door to their shared apartment she debated texting Wilbur. She didnt want to, but she didnt want him to freak the fuck out because she wasnt home.

( Wilbur )

Me: Ill be back for the rest of my stuff tmrw.

[Read]

She closed her phone and started on her night time journey down the street trying to let everything from the past few weeks go with the cool wind.

Him on the other hand stayed silent. He had just finished his stream and had gotten a text saying that she'll be back for the rest of her things. This was inevitable, one of them had to leave, but to him it didnt seem right. He didn't want her to leave. Something in his heart was making him chase her back, the same thing in his heart that moved her into his apartment in the first place. Maybe it was love, maybe he wanted to persevere and have someone in his life. Something in his mind was telling him that he let go of something special.

Wilbue thought about it as he shut everything off and went to go grab his belongings, before rushing out the door to try and find her. Sadly to his discovery, she turned off her location. He finally made it to his car and started driving towards his house to see if she was around there.

He couldn't call a friend because she never introduced her friends to him. She did that on purpose because of him not doing the same. As he drove down the not so busy streets of Brighton he thought if he could get to know her, pull emotions and feelings out of her and see the real her. And if he cant do that? Who knows what will happen.

He remembers this face she always pulled when he always said "Im alright." She scrunched up her nose in annoyance and he always took it as a taunt because he couldn't figure out the real meaning. They were both going at this the wrong way, he dosent know anything about her and maybe thats the problem, but she needs to calm down as well. She needs to start paying attention to both of them instead of herself.

He was seated at a stoplight until he saw a figure on the sidewalk walking past him. The person looked shocked then kept walking, but even faster this time. He rolled down the window to see it was Y/n walking. Wilbur ran the red light and found a place to turn the car around to follow her. He drove a couple of feet in front of her before putting his hazard lights on and stepping out of the car to confront her.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" Wilbur said while getting our of his car.

"Im getting away from you. And what are you doing here?" She said.

"Well I could ask you the same thing. Its not safe out here alone." He calmed down a little. Wilbur's main goal was to get her back home so they can have a civilized talk. He didn't want to be out here.

"Oh? Ive been fine for the past fifteen minutes." She sasser back.

"That dosent mean its not safe!" He exclaimed.

She stayed quiet so that gave Wilbur an opportunity to speak.

"See, I want us to go home so we can have a civilized talk without feeling defensive. I want to get to know you, I know you're my girlfriend and yes, it was my mistake rushing things. Im not putting the blame all on myself either." He finished and she stayed quiet with her arms crossed infront of her chest.

"Are you cold-?"

"Fuck off...I mean it." She said while trying to pass hin on the street.

He stood in her way and he kept doing that every time she tried to get around him. Wilbur saw that she was getting annoyed at his actions. Wilbur held her by both of her biceps trying to hold her still so he could talk.

"You're being childish!"

"Fucking listen to me! You cant just keep walking away from us! From me! This is not healthy!" Wilbur yelled. He let go if her and surprisingly she stayed there.

"Get in the car." He ordered but she stayed silent. "Please get in the car."

She turns around gets in the passenger seat if Wilbur's car. He sighed a sigh if relief and followed her lead. They both got settled into the car and he didn't move. He wasn't going to drive unless she talked to him. After a minute if silence she spoke up.

"I know its- its both of our faults. And i have some things I need to work on. I cant just run away. Also your thoughts of me need to be rearranged, but I need to give you all of me. At leat 50 percent so we can start somewhere. But Im sorry." She said while she looked down at her lap maybe in embarrassment.

In the end they both wanted to fix themselves. In the end they wanted eachother. And they can both see that.

He leaned over the armrest and gave her a kiss on her cheek. She turned to him with a surprise look on her face, like this was the most affection he gave her, because it was true. She grabbed his hand that rested on the armrest too as he started to drive towards their home together.

As the nightly drive continues on and now shes drifting off in the passenger seat as In Love With An E-girl plays softly. She's left too tired to talk with Wilbur and be in touch with her emotions right now, but she'll do it for the both of them this time.

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meltwonu · 3 years

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| 🍒 CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! 🍒 | [CHAPTER 17]

pairing; dom!seungcheol x camgirl!reader

this chapter’s notes; camshow, intercrural sex, lots ‘o teasing, dirty talk/the absolute tiniest bit of degradation, some cum play/cum eating, seungcheol having a kink for thighs/thigh highs 😳😗 welcome to the weekend my bbys!! I hope yall are having a good day/night!! Also again, another inbox roundup tomorrow(also an updates post)!! 💕 Might be a regular thing for the next 4-ish weeks ‘cause I have been so busy this month 😭 and I can’t believe there’s only 3 more chapters of CB left!! 😭😭 some bangers on the way tho LMAO 🤣 As always, thank you so much for the love and support!!💕💕 Have a great rest of your weekend and enjoy ch 17![cheol voice] seventeen right here 😌💕🍒

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Seungcheol doubles over in laughter, tears blurring his vision as his laughs turn into quiet wheezes.

“God, this is so embarrassing.” Seokmin mutters; cheeks burning crimson when he glances over to Jeongguk who shrugs back. “Maybe I really should quit…”

Jeongguk scoffs jokingly, “Maybe you shouldn’t have lied. No offense, but all the staff here probably have at least seen her before and you just so happened to lie to her actual boyfriend. That’s honestly really lucky if you ask me! You should buy a lotto ticket!” Seokmin whines back, shifting on his heels as he watches Seungcheol start to wipe the tears away.

“Hyung, can you please take this Edible Arrangements I got you so I can go ask Namjoon-hyung to fire me?” This only causes Seungcheol to laugh harder and this time, Jeongguk can’t help the giggle that bubbles past his tightly pursed lips.

“Please!” Seokmin begs, shaking the basket of skewered fruit at the older male. “I heard the diner across down is still hiring, I can still save the rest of my dignity if I leave now!”

Seungcheol shakes his head, eyelashes wet with tears when he takes the gift from Seokmin’s hands to place it on the countertop of the concession stand. “Hate to break it to you but she works there and one of the staff is also one of her regulars so I think your best bet is workin’ here. Embarrassment and all.”

“So, okay… But you’re not mad?”

Jeongguk peels the cellophane off of the basketed fruit, looking to Seungcheol for permission before he takes a skewer. “Go ahead. And no, I’m not mad. If anything I should apologize too, I shouldn’t have let you keep lying when I already knew. But also, to be fair, we weren’t really… official ‘til recently.” Seungcheol shoots the younger male a sheepish smile; cheeks a pretty pink of their own. “And it’s kinda been nice meeting you guys too. It’s great to know you’re not all weirdos.”

Seokmin laughs lightly, breathing a sigh of relief. “Okay, cool, ‘cause this place pays really well and I’d hate to stop working here and you guys are a lot cooler than the coworkers I had before.” He rolls his eyes jokingly, leaning up against the countertop as he picks off a strawberry from the basket.

“Don’t even get me started on this coworker I had at the last place. His name was Mingyu, I think? Suuuuuch a kissass. I had to move to manning the register at all times just so I could avoid him pickin’ his nose in the backroom and then pretending like he was doin’ shit.”

“Hey, Seungcheol-hyung?”

Seokmin’s inquisitive voice has Seungcheol turning; setting the rollerskates in his hand down onto the bench. “Yeah?”

“Do you think it’s weird that we’re, like, watching your girlfriend?” He tilts his head in thought, eyes blinking up to the ceiling. “I don’t want to overstep or something if it’s weird, y’know? I’ve been thinking about what Jeongguk said earlier...”

Seungcheol grins back at him, eyes twinking. He’d also thought about that before too, when he first found out that Jeongguk had also watched your streams.

“I don’t really mind ‘cause at the end of the day, it’s you watching me fucking my girlfriend.”

“Well, I’m glad he took it… well?” You giggle, tugging the white thigh high up your leg.

Seungcheol pulls off his shirt as he sits on the edge of the bed; tossing the wrinkled material onto the floor as he laughs under his breath.

“He did give me an Edible Arrangements while I laughed so hard I cried. I think he’s learned his lesson.”

xcaliburDK: good news, i didnt quit!!

chwenon: i was gonna say

chwenon: u literally started like last week

universe_WZ has donated $75

angelhan has donated $75

therealchan99 has donated $50

therealchan99: u look rly pretty in ur white set!!!

“Aww, thank you! It’s one of my favorites~ And ‘xcaliburDK’, I’m glad you didn’t quit!” You wink at the camera, giggling softly in Seungcheol’s lap as he peppers kisses along your shoulder.

A shiver runs up your spine at his gentle touches and you easily melt under his soft kisses and roaming fingertips. He ghosts them across your breasts, teasing you through the thin lace as you mewl and squirm against his cock that’s pressed firm against your ass. “A-ah, S--Seungcheol…”

tangerine_kwan: she looks so happy now that she can call ur name out lol

alphagyu97: now i cant pretend its me tho

gentleman_josh95: i mean i guess but are u even built like him

alphagyu97: well

Your body slowly starts to fill with warmth; soft stuttered breaths falling from your lips when he drags his fingers down your torso until they play with the hem of your panties. “M-more… tease me m-more…” He grins against your shoulder; hooking a finger around the waistband of your panties and tugging it away from you before letting it snap against your skin.

“‘Cheol!” Whining, your legs snap shut on impulse as you feel a gush of wetness soaking into your panties.

“Ah, ah, ah, part those legs, princess. Don’t make me have to punish you.”

kitty_junjun: no thats what the shibari stream is for right? Right? 😩

artist8hao: is that really happening bc i want to see it

alphagyu97: u guys should do it and think of it as like a rebrand of the channel ykwim

hoshi_tiger_xx: jdfkjhf like a grand re-opening under new management

therealchan99: what is this, a restaurant?

chwenon: u guys should come up with a new channel name too or sth

Seungcheol manages to read off a few of their comments; committing some to memory knowing that your eyes were still sealed shut as you focused on his soft touches.

He drags his fingers down further, humming when he can already feel how wet you were getting. “Hmm~ Already soaked through your pretty panties, baby~” Your head rolls back against his shoulder, nodding gently as you start to grind against the fingers that he uses to press into your clothed, wet folds.

“F-feels good w-when you, ah, t-tease me…”

Unbeknownst to you, Seungcheol smirks, eyes twinkling at the camera. “You really like it, huh? When I just touch you gently like this. Not enough to get you off but just enough to get you soaking wet until you’re begging for my cock.” He pauses; pressing a soft kiss to your skin. “I wanna try something with you, pretty baby~”

You gulp as you raise your head from his shoulder and he retracts his hands from your body as you shift your body and slightly turn to the side to face him.

Seungcheol’s eyes are blown wide with lust and you can already feel his cock throbbing against your lower back as he smiles dreamily at you.

“I think you’ll like it too.”

A stuttered moan falls from your lips as Seungcheol’s cock slides past your tightly clasped, yet shaky, thighs.

“O-oh, ‘Cheol, this--this is…” The words die on your tongue as your head falls forward and Seungcheol is quick to reprimand you, just as he draws his hips back.

“Baby, I want you to watch yourself on the screen. I want you to see your cute face while I tease your pretty body.” He moans; thrusting between your wet thighs as your hazy eyes peer at the laptop’s screen. Your lips are swollen and your pupils are blown wide when you catch yourself and you can see the head of Seungcheol’s cock only just breaching past your clamped thighs when he thrusts forward.

You let out a guttural moan, eyes rolling to the back of your head when he alternates between thrusting between your thighs and letting his cock slide against your soaked, panty-clad mound.

He hadn’t bothered to undress you at all, but you didn’t mind. The material of your panties only added onto the pleasure with every drag of his cock against you.

Seungcheol teases you even more; dragging his hands down to your thigh highs and letting his fingertips play right underneath the hems before pulling the material away from your thighs and letting them snap against your skin, much like he’d done with your panties.

“Ah, fuck, m-more! P-please…” He repeats the action a few more times, playing with the sheer fabric of your thigh highs before he draws his hips back. Except this time, when you expect him to thrust back between your legs, he wraps a hand around his cock instead, guiding himself until the head of his cock is rubbing up against the sheer fabric.

“Fuck, you’d look so pretty with cum all over your pretty thighs. I should cum all over your panties and your white ‘lil thigh highs and get them all soaked. Don’t you think they’d be cute? Sticking to you like a second skin? Translucent ‘n soaked through with my cum?” He laughs under his breath, watching through the laptop screen at the way you bite your lip and furrow your brows at the thought.

“I--I want t-that… I want S--Seungcheol t-to make, ngh, a m-mess…”

angelhan: i kno we say this all the time but can u upload some pics of that later

angelhan has donated $75

universe_WZ: seconded cuz thatd look so fuckin hot

universe_WZ has donated $50

alphagyu97 has donated $75

alphagyu97: fuck, like a lil angel covered in cum

Seungcheol teases you and himself at the same time; rubbing his cock against your fabric-clad thighs. He spreads precum onto the material, licking his lips when it already becomes translucent and sticks to your skin.

He positions his cock back between your thighs once he’s had his fill and quickly finds himself doubling his pace when he sees how wet you’re getting his cock without even having taken your panties off. “God, look at you. I don’t even need to fuck you to get you this wet. You just need to rub your ‘lil cunt against my cock and it’s enough for you, huh? I should make you sit on my lap, rub your pretty ‘lil pussy on my cock ‘til you’re cumming over and over again.”

“Ngh, yes! Fuck, Seungcheol! I--I can feel your c-cock throbbing between my l-legs… Please, please c-cum, mmh, all over my s-skin…”

“That’s right, baby. So fuckin’ desperate to be covered in it too. And always so fuckin’ pretty when you are.”

You let out a whimper as you try to focus on watching yourself just like Seungcheol had asked you to. Your lips are parted in soft breaths and you can’t seem to unfurrow your brows as Seungcheol chases his pleasure behind you.

angelhan: what if

angelhan: seungcheol in thigh highs lmao

universe_WZ: sub.cheol

sleepy_wonu: sub.cheol

universe_WZ: jinx

sleepy_wonu: fuck u

You lick your lips at the thought; although you knew Seungcheol would have a hard time relinquishing his dominating nature.

But your mind wanders as you continue to think about it; various images of Seungcheol tied up underneath you while you fucked yourself on his cock running through your mind. You let out a shaky moan, to which Seungcheol hums.

“What are you thinkin’ about, princess?”

“Um… ah, n-nothing…” He thrusts between your legs hard, making you jolt forward as you yelp.

“Princess...”

“I--ah! J-just thinking a-about… y-you tied up, ngh, to--to the bed and m-me fuh--fucking myself on your c-cock… ‘n me u-using, mmh, my toys o-on you...” Seungcheol smirks, pulling his cock from between your shaky thighs as he slightly pushes you over until you're on your back.

He spreads your legs as you look up at him and he’s quick to wrap a hand around his cock as he jerks himself off above you. “Oh, I bet you’d love that, wouldn’t you? I bet you’d be so cute trying to be the domme for a night.” Seungcheol teases.

You find yourself clenching around emptiness as you think of the possibilities. You definitely wanted to try it if Seungcheol was willing.

“Fuck, but first, gonna cover your pretty body with my cum.” He groans; thrusting up into his palm as he chases his high.

“C-cum all over me, Seungcheol…”

The donations and comments sound off in the back as you maintain eye contact with Seungcheol who’s brows furrow when he starts to feel himself about to cum. He scoots back a little; growling when his cock throbs in his grasp and he cums all over your, already, soaked panties.

You let out a moan when rivulets of cum hit your lower abdomen and you’re quick to reach down and scoop some up to bring to your mouth, smearing the warm substance against your puckered lips before licking it off. Whimpering, you dip your fingers into your mouth; this time pretending they were Seungcheol’s instead of your own.

He guides his cock until the head is aimed at your thighs; streaks of cum settling into the sheer material of your thigh highs. “God, you’re so damn pretty...” Groaning, he milks his cock for every drop of cum before he’s stopping to catch his breath.

“You came so much but I didn’t cum yet, ‘Cheol~” Pouting, you turn your head to the side to face the camera. “Tell him he has to make me cum now~”

kitty_junjun: well u heard the lady!!

hoshi_tiger_xx: make her cum and let her cream her cute lil panties even more

therealchan99: oh fuck yeah, get her off without fucking her cute cunt

Seungcheol leans over your body until the two of you are almost face to face, eyes twinkling with playfulness when you feel his sticky hand playing with your thigh highs again.

“D’you hear that? Let’s give them what they want, baby.”

The sounds of donations and comments once again get lost as Seungcheol finds himself on his knees between your legs.

“Ready?”

When you slide into bed after your camshow’s ended and Seungcheol has properly taken care of you, he’s quick to tug you into his chest.

The two of you let out soft sighs at the warmth that envelopes you both as you finally start to settle in for the night.

After a few minutes, Seungcheol clears his throat, catching you just before you drift off to sleep.

“This is so random but have you considered, I dunno, rebranding your channel… with me? I was thinking about it and kinda wanted your opinion...”

You blink up curiously at him, urging him to continue. “I mean, yeah, of course! I don’t really know where to start though since it’s always just been me. And to be honest, I wasn’t sure if you wanted to either so I never brought it up.” You snuggle into his warmth, yawning as the sleep threatens to take over.

“But let’s talk about it later, ‘cause ‘m tired now, ‘Cheol. You really didn’t have to make me cum twice…” You mumble, “I can still feel my legs shaking...”

His soft laugh reverberates in your chest and he’s quick to press a kiss against your hair as he tugs you in closer.

“It’s ‘cause I like to spoil you. And okay. I’ll remind you when you’re more conscious.”

“G’night, ‘Cheol...”

“Goodnight, baby.”

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brelione · 3 years

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Love and Hate (The Best Boys)

dude come on. you said you’d upload the next chapter on christmas and now it’s been a whole week after and it’s still not out. :(, hi! when are you posting the next chapter of tbb??, tbb????, Are you posting the next chapter of best boys soon? I miss her, when will you be posting the next part of the best boys series??, Ok I’m over TBB I’m just gonna say she ends up with Blah Blah and they live happily ever after, the end. Thank you for the amazing read, it has been fun❤️, TBB is literally the last series I have to finish before I can finally peace out of the shithole that is the OBX fandom for good but like no rush or anything baby❤️,When do you think you’ll be posting the last chapters of TBB?, Hey queen how’s the writing for best boys going,

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Yes, im aware this chapter is all over the place. I went through writing four different versions of this chapter and this is the one that I decided to go with. I know that this one is kind of a little ahfioshviowenvionae but it all comes together next chapter (I already started writing the next chapter). Im so sorry that this is so late. I’ve been having issues for a little bit. My grandfather and my dog passed away and I recently had a relapse and I think that’s why it was taking me so long. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter <3

Warnings:Nothing really, swearing and unedited. Also im sorry if you dont like this chapter but like....yeah.

You were awoken to the sounds of screaming.Topper ended up at the foot of the bed, Kelce still clinging onto you.Rafe was absent from his spot but the mattress was still warm and had a slight dent which let you know that he hadnt been gone long.

You had spent most of the night trying to find the perfect spot on the mattress, one arm thrown over kelce and your heel against the back of Toppers thigh.It seemed like it hadnt been a super long time since the sun had risen which meant that it was probably around seven in the morning by now.

Your heart was thumping in your chest, trying to pay attention to what the voices were shouting.Something about a mess and irresponsibility but you couldnt hear much besides that.Rafe stomped up the stairs, opening his door.He was shirtless, face red from yelling and his eyes slightly watery.You sat up, making Kelce grumble.

Rafe’s jaw was slightly dropped, his nose beginning to run and his body trembling.“Hey, what happened?”You asked, gaining Kelce’s attention.Topper’s eyes opened slightly, looking over at Rafe.The tall boy didnt say anything, he just dragged his feet across the room and sat back on the bed, mumbling.You were hesitant to grip his hand, squeezing lightly.

He just stared at a wrinkle in the blanket but the sound of something breaking downstairs told you that it had been more than just bickering.Kelce was worried, knowing that his parents had gotten home late last night and would see the mess he had created. “He doesnt want me living here anymore.”Rafe spoke up, a few tears rolling down his cheeks.

You pulled him closer to you, arms around his shoulders as he sobbed, your fingers rubbing against the back of his neck.He squeezed you tightly when he head footsteps coming up the stairs, silently praying to any god that would listen that it wouldnt be Ward.Kelce’s phone kept buzzing but he ignored it, knowing exactly what it was.

He knew that it was coming and he would be lying if he said that he didnt expect it, nervous the whole night as he waited for his phone to blow up.“What are you gonna do?”Topper asked.As much as you wanted to scold him for asking that when Rafe clearly didnt want to talk about it it was still something that you had also been wondering.

Rafe didnt answer, taking in a deep, shaky breath that hurt his ribs before picking up his head and looking over to his friend. “I dont know.”He admitted.His voice hurt your heart, the realisation kicking in that there wasnt really many places that he could go.

Kelce’s phone buzzed again, all of your eyes falling on him.He sighed, glancing at his screen.He had missed calls from his parents, dozens of text in all caps telling him to come home immediately. “They found the door.”He replied, keeping his voice calm.A new wave of silence washed over the room, not knowing what to say to that.

Your eyes watered as you remembered how simple life was a few weeks ago, all of you eating breakfast, watching criminal minds and laughing as Topper recorded it all on his snapchat.Now everything was completely falling apart.You didnt say anything, trying to think of a solution.Rafe couldnt go to Kelce’s house or Topper’s house since Topper’s mother had one of those security cameras outside of her home and she’d recognize him immediately.

She was still pissy about Topper’s accident, she’d explode if he let friends over. “SO what happens now?”Topper asked.You were all out of ideas.A simple drive or icecream or a movie couldnt solve any of this. “I mean...think about it.We’re adults, right?Child protective services cant stop us if we leave.”Kelce muttered.Rafe nodded, snapping his fingers.

“Yeah, yeah!You’re right.”He agreed, causing your eyes to widen.They were acting insane. They couldnt be serious about just getting up and leaving forever, right? “No, no hes not.We cant just-we cant just leave!”You exclaimed.They were actually going crazy.How could they even think like that? “Why?What do you have here, (Y/N)?”He asked.You paused, thinking about it.

You didnt really have anything.You had your house of course but other than that you had nothing but memories and your boys.You didnt want to admit that he was right, letting out a quiet sigh. “But leaving forever isnt the answer.”You muttered.Rafe rubbed your back, shaking his head. “Doesnt have to be forever, baby.”He answered.

“But- but just cause we arent kids doesnt mean we cant be registered as missing people.They’ll come after us.”You told them.You knew that nobody outside of this room actually cared about you enough to report you as missing but you were scrambling through your thoughts, desperately hunting for a reason to stay on the shitty island that you had learned to love so much.Topper shrugged, not really caring.

“Guys, guys. Okay, look. You’re all fucked, ill admit it. But thats fine! Are you guys forgetting that I still have a house- you guys can just stay there until this whole thing blows over just like you always have!”You reminded them, hoping they’d agree. “This isnt gonna blow over, (Y/N). I cant come back here.”Rafe told you, becoming aggravated.

“THEN MOVE IN! All of you guys, you can just move in, okay? You dont have to leave- I still have my moms money! We’ll figure it out as we go and…. And it’ll be fine.”You insisted. “Move in with you?”Rafe asked. You nodded, wiping your nose. “You practically live with me already, it wont be that different.”You told him, gripping his hand.

It was a messy blur as Rafe packed his things, grabbing anything that he thought could be important. A photo of his mother, his birth certificate and diploma, laptop and ipad, the Frozen ll record. Kelce and Topper just watched, neither of them ready for anything like this so early in the morning.

Maybe if you werent so tired and upset you wouldnt have said it, but here you were in Rafe’s truck, a dufflebag full of his things at your feet with the boys in the backseat as he drove to your house, a few tears rolling down his cheeks as the thoughts finally took over his brain. Kelce had got aggravated and shut down his phone entirely, staring out the window.

The last thing you were expecting was to come down your road only to see a car that was practically falling apart already in your driveway, a tall man with his hands over his forehead as he tried to look in your windows. “What the fuck….”Rafe muttered, reaching for the door handle when you gripped his hand. “Dont, we dont know what he’s doing.”You told him, hoping he’d listen.

Turns out he wasnt the one you had to worry about, Kelce swinging his door open and sprinting up your driveway before anyone could even stop him. Wherever Kelce went Topper went, the boy struggling to get the seatbelt over his cast before jumping out of the truck and nearly falling into a puddle. “ESCUSE ME! MR SIR! WHAT ARE YOU DOING LOOKING IN MY HOUSE?”Kelce shouted, purposely making his voice deeper.

The man turned, confused as to why two half asleep teenage boys were walking towards him. “Your house?”The man asked. “Yes, sir. You ever heard of a gay couple before?”Topper asked, making Kelce break character for a moment.

“Well, no, its not that. Its just that I thought this was someone elses house.”The man muttered, confused. You had slid down your seat, hoping that the man wouldnt see you. “He’s about to leave.”Rafe whispered.

“Who’s the other guy in the car?”The man asked, pointing to Rafe’s figure. Kelce glanced over at Topper with wide eyes, trying to think. “Our son.”Kelce replied, cringing the moment he said it. The man only looked more confused, looking between the two boys. “How old are you guys?”The man asked, clearly not buying their story.

“Excuse me? Are you saying that we’re too old to have a son? I did not spend years training for a medical degreee to have some random old man come and tell us how old our son can be!”Topper exclaimed. “I didnt spend years trying to find a surrogate and figuring out a way to make a robot nanny for this!”He sighed, trying his best not to smile.

“Could you please leave the property before we call the police?”Kelce asked. The man was beyond confused at this point, quickly making his way to his shitty car before slowly backing out of the driveway, eyes still scanning the area before he gave up and went down the street.

You let out a sigh of relief, moving to get up when Rafe placed his hand on top of your head to keep you down. “Hes coming around again.”He whispered to you, taking in a shaky breath and holding it in his lungs as the car passed a second time. Topper and Kelce were standing by the door, staring at Rafe almost as telling him to get out and make a run for it.

“Open the door in 3...2…”You didnt wait, jumping out and running towards the house, typing in the key pad as quick as you could, Topper’s hand pushing you inside. “Here he comes again!”He exclaimed, coming in right behind you along with the others before Rafe slammed the door shut and locked it, letting out a laugh.

“Oh god, that was scary.”He chuckled. Kelce and Topper nodded as well, eventually laughing. “Was that my dad?”You asked. “Maybe.”Topper answered. Now that you thought about it, your dad didnt same important. Nothing did. You lived on a huge rock that’s floating around space and you’re concerned about your dad when your boyfriends best friends are moving in.

“What’d you tell him?”You asked. “We told him that we’re a gay couple, Topper’s a doctor and Rafe is our child.”Kelce replied. You giggled, snorting. “I mean, as you should.”You replied. “Hell yeah.”Kelce grinned. Topper tapped at his arm. “Bro, you wanna get married?”Topper asked. Kelce laughed again, nodding.

“I’ll get baptised and get you guys married!”Rafe volunteered, all of you turning to look at him. “Did you just say baptised?”Kelce asked. Rafe nodded, eyebrows furrowing. “Is that not the right word?”He asked. Topper shook his head. “The word is ordained.”He informed the tall boy. “He’s trying his best.”You replied, sitting down on the chair that you werent used to sitting in.

“You think he’s gonna come back?”You asked. Topper groaned, sitting down. “Well, I hope not. I dont want my husband and I to have to fight him.”He grinned. You rolled your eyes, changing positions in the chair. “Did he look like me?”You asked, leaning your head against the arm rest, groaning when Rafe pushed your legs aside and sat down with you.

“Not really… he had rat tails for eyebrows.”Kelce replied, putting his fingers over his eyebrows. “Do I have rat tail eyebrows?”You asked, grinning when Rafe reached forward and poked your eyebrow, a chuckle slipping past his lips. “You wish.”He replied. “Fuck off.”You answered. “Dont be fucking rude.”He grinned, kissing you quickly before pulling away with a small smile.

You were shocked, trying to hide your surprise. It wasnt like you werent used to kissing Rafe by now, it was just that he had never done it in front of the boys before. They looked nearly as confused as you, the thought of Rafe kissing you in front of them never even being a concern until now. They were used to him getting most of your love and attention but that had just stirred something within them.

“So how are we gonna do this? I dont know about you guys but im not going back to my house anytime soon.”Kelce announced. Rafe lifted his head, looking over to the boy. “You could always sneak in your own window to grab your things...maybe wait until theyre at work. What about you, Top?”Rafe asked, turning his attention to the blonde boy.

“What do I have at my house that I need? Like, really need.”He asked, grinning when none of you could answer. “Problem solved.”He replied. “What time is it?”Rafe asked, breaking the silence. “Ten.”Kelce replied, closing his eyes as he leaned against the couch. “Im going upstairs to take a nap then.”Topper yawned, slowly making his way down the hall into the first floor guest room.

It was arguably the worst since it also worked as your moms office, a queen bed pushed into the corner. You wiggled out of Rafe’s grip, smiling when he whined. You went into the kitchen, grabbing a poptart. For the situation you felt rather calm, opening the silver package and taking a bite of one of the sweet pastries.

The energy in the house felt different than it had yesterday. You werent sure why, maybe it was just the comfort of knowing that the boys were going to be living with you now and you wouldnt have to worry as much about Rafe or Topper’s relationship with his mom.

“So how are we gonna handle this?”Kelce asked, confusing you. “The house, I mean. You have this whole house and like...30 million dollars. We can literally redecorate however we want, maybe even clean out your moms office if youre okay with it.”He suggested.

You nodded, the idea of getting the memory of your mother cleansed from your life sounded appealing. His excitement took over as he opened his amazon prime app, looking for new decor. “How do you feel about your moms room?”He asked, not wanting to push your limits. You shrugged, swallowing part of the pastry. “Shes not using it.”You replied, surprised by how morbid you sounded.

He simply nodded, shifting in his seat as he added things to his cart. “Can we redo your room? It’s been the same color since we were fourteen.”Rafe suggested. You shrugged, not really caring. You didnt spend a large amount of time in your bedroom anyways. You scrolled through your phone for a few minutes, seeing a little red bubble next to your messaging app that let you know that you had gotten a text. Curious, you opened it.

As soon as you saw who it was a pit grew in your stomach, eyes widening. It was her. “Sweet words, (Y/N).”The text read. You knew that it was your uncle just trying to mess with you but it still caused your anxiety to skyrocket, deciding to block the number and place your phone between your thighs, taking in a deep breath through your nose.

Topper dragged his feet, coming out of the room with a frown. “That’s the most uncomfortable bed in all of history.”He muttered, sitting down on the couch instead. “You can go upstairs.’You reminded him, feeling your phone buzz against your inner thigh.

He just hummed, leaning his head against the back of the couch. “How long was I in there?”He asked. “Literally not even ten minutes.”Kelce replied, still scrolling. “Did I miss anything?”Topper asked. You didnt reply, breaking off another piece of the poptart. “We’re gonna redecorate the house.”Kelce answered. Topper nodded, lifting his head.

“Does that mean that office too?”Topper asked. You nodded, staring at a spot on your carpet. “Does that mean we get to open the file cabinet in the guest room?”He asked, all of you looking over at him. The thought made you feel nauseous. Even if she wasnt here to yell at you you knew that opening the file cabinet would still scare you anyways.

“If theres a dead body in there I swear to god-”You muttered, earning a chuckle from Rafe. “A body couldnt fit in there.”he replied, making your eyebrows furrow. “How do you know where bodies can fit?”You asked. “No, no. Like, its not….well...maybe a raccoon body.”He admitted. “Rafe!”You exclaimed, smacking his thigh.

He rolled his eyes, pulling you into his lap. “There’s no raccoon body.”He answered. “I think theres a raccoon body.”Kelce replied. “Theres not.”You answered. Topper grinned, skipping into the room and beginning to open the cabinet, the three of you following him. “Okay, who votes raccoon body?”He asked, his hand on the knob.

Kelce raised his hand, grabbing your arm to make you hold your hand up as well. “Ready?”Topper asked before pulling the door open, looking into it. His face fell immediately, not expecting this. “What?”You asked, stepping past Kelce and looking into the cabinet.Guns were being held by small metal pieces, multiple clear bags full of plants and needles on the floor, bullets on sashes hanging with the guns.

The two of you just stared, ignoring Rafe and Kelce until they came up behind you, equally as confused. “What the fuck?”Rafe asked, seeing the bags. Kelce slammed the doors shut, locking it. “We’re not telling anyone about this, right?”He asked, looking at all of you. “What are we gonna do with all that? We cant just keep it here!”Topper argued.

Rafe shrugged, resting his elbow on your shoulder. “We smoke the weed and throw the guns in the river, obviously.”Rafe answered. “We’re not smoking weed, Rafe.”You answered. “Well your mom didnt have a liscense to carry, right?”Kelce asked. You shook your head, figuring it would be hung up somewhere in the house to remind you of the power she had.

“Right, okay. So we cant call the cops and we cant keep it here.”Kelce answered, clicking the lock on the cabinet. “What’d your mom even do for a living?”Topper asked. You frowned, thinking back. You never really knew what your mother did, you just stayed quiet and hoped you wouldnt make her angry. She’d disappear for months, money would appear in your bank account, she’d pay the bills aned thats all you needed to know.

She’d have long phone calls with people in her office, grounding you if you even dared to listen. “I dont know.”You replied, cringing at how stupid you sounded. “She has these cabinets all over the house, doesnt she?”Kelce asked. “The one in her room is actual files.”You told him, hoping that there were no sorts of hidden things in her room.

“Should we go check?” Rafe asked, out of the room with a grin before any of you could even answer. You sighed, slightly annoyed that he was treating this like a scavenger hunt. “Its been here this whole time, im sure nothings gonna happen.”Kelce assured you, patting you on the shoulder before his fingers tickled your arm and wrist, gripping your hand and bringing you upstairs.

“I ordered some tapestries, succulents, fake vines and some new blankets for our new movie room.”He told you, nearly slipping up. “Movie room?”You asked, nearly slipping on the stairs. “Your mom has a big tv, I figured it could be like a second living room if you’re comfortable with that.”He answered, pausing at the top of the stairs so he could wait for you.

Rafe was in your mother’s room, carefully pulling on the drawers, eventually finding out that the top one was locked. He looked over at you, silently asking if you knew where the key was. You shook your head, letting go of Kelce’s hand and opening the bottom drawer of the filing cabinet, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up.

Your mother kept most of your medical documents and anything like that to herself along with basically everything that proved you existed. Baby photos, ultra sounds, old school tests. “We could just move it into the other guest room.”Rafe muttered, hoping he wasnt making you upset. You ignored him, looking through all the little colored tags, your eyes falling on a silver tag, your eyebrows furrowing. No other ones had that color.

You picked it up, sitting down and reading it over. The words were all bundled together, ink scratches and smudges told you that it wasnt a serious document. The only word you could make out was ‘arsonist’. Nothing else was eligible. “Can we take it right now?”You asked, placing the paper on the floor and closing the drawer. Rafe nodded, Kelce grabbing one side while Rafe grabbed the other. Topper grinned, leaning against your mothers unused desk.

“I would help but my arms broken.”he laughed, watching as Kelce struggled, walking backwards. “Some moral support would be great.”Kelce rolled his eyes. You grinned, slowly clapping. “Great job, guys. You’re doing great moving that illegal file cabinet.”You held back a laugh. They turned carefully, shuffling as they eventually got to the guest bedroom.

“How do you feel about this?”Topper asked, sitting down on the chair. You sighed, shrugging. “I mean, you know. Its not that I dont love the idea of you guys being here but like… its the circumstances.”You answered, sighing when he pulled you closer with his good arm, rubbing your back. “Thanks a lot for this, though. Like in all seriousness im really grateful that you’re in my life.”He blushed, looking up at you. You smiled, kissing his nose lightly.

“I mean, I do provide you with half of the drama in your life.”You giggled, kissing him gently. “Where does the other half come from?”He asked. You shrugged, sighing. “Probably you.”You answered. “I cant believe you’d say that to me! You know im at a bad place in life and you put me in this terrible situation when you know that!”He fake cried, bursting into laughter.

“Kourtney dont laugh at me!”You exclaimed. You felt a vibration under your feet, hearing a loud, dramatic sigh and the sound of skin colliding. They had successfully moved the file cabinet, the door closing as their loud footsteps hit the floor as they entered your mother’s room again. Rafe took a moment to look around, sometimes forgetting that the room even existed.

It was the biggest room in the house, the ceiling going up at least twenty feet with only glass separating the room from the outside world. His mind wandered, thinking of all the fun nights the two of you could have in here watching the stars or listening to the rain.

The bed was large and still, the blankets and sheets unwrinkled and untouched. He understood why you were creeped out by the house now, feeling like he didnt belong in the room. You all took turns trying to figure out what the writing said, eventually deciding that it probably wasnt even in english. “Should we put it through google translate?”Rafe asked, staring at the paper.

Kelce shook his head. “Nah, its not reliable. I tried using it for spanish class in freshman year and I got detention.”He replied. “Well thats definitely not spanish. Maybe its like…. Ancient text.”Topper suggested, causing you to frown. “I highly doubt that my mother would know an ancient text.

Maybe we should just leave it.”You answered. Although you werent exactly satisfied with it you just didnt feel like spending your time trying to decode a random paper. They didnt seem satisfied either but didnt want to push you, putting the paper down on the desk where it would be safe from your footsteps.

Of course the boys just couldnt stay at the same place for long periods of time, deciding to suggest that you guys go out to a store to get some paint for the boring walls. You agreed, the four of you getting into your car instead of Rafe’s truck, locking all the doors and windows before you left.

Kelce didnt suggest a McDonalds run which caused you to frown, knowing that he was probably too stressed to want to eat. You guys went into Walmart with one goal, heading right for the paint section and looking at the wall of colors. “Lets get four colors and kind of just make it up as we go.”Kelce muttered, looking at all the different shades.

“We could all pick one out.”Topper suggested, reaching forward and picking a bright green. You agreed, picking a shade of light purple, watching as Kelce picked the color toffee biscuits and Rafe went for cotton blue. You doubted any of the colors would actually look good together but that wasnt the point of the project.

It was more about making the room look fun rather than nice. Kelce grabbed a few large paint brushes, the four of you leaving before you could get distracted by anything that you didnt need. Topper decided to get right to work, spilling some paint on the floor as he dragged the brush along the wall, creating bright stripes.

“I have an artistic vision! Trust the process!”He exclaimed, feeling your judgemental eyes on him. You didnt say anything, watching Kelce struggle to connect his phone to your speaker, playing the first song on his playlist.

Line without a hook. Topper looked over at you, almost like he was silently asking you if you had told the boys about his top secret playlist. You shrugged, not wanting to give anything away to the others.

“Oh my god, I love this song.”Rafe dunked his brush in the light blue, making a smiley face on the wall. “Can I paint an onion?”He asked. You raised your eyebrows, not understanding why he wanted to put an onion on the wall.

“Ogres are like onions! We have layers!”Kelce laughed. “Who is we? Are you an ogre, Kelce?”Topper asked, not taking his eyes off of the bright stripes, painting a circle on the top. “Topper Harry Katherine Thornton, are you painting a penis on my wall?”You asked, connecting the dots.

He grinned, ignoring you. “Of course not.”He replied, painting frantically so that you couldnt stop him, green drops rolling down the wall. You picked up your paint brush, painting two circles quicklly before pushing the brush into the center of each, laughing to yourself.

“Guys, really?”Rafe asked. “Cant we make the wall wholesome?”He asked. You shook your head, a smile on your face. “Says you of all people, Rafe.”You shook your head. “She got you there.”Topper replied, dragging the brush across the painting and blending it out so there was no longer a penis on your wall.

“What are you doing now?”You asked, wanting to one up him. “What are you doing now?” He mocked you. Somehow you ended up splashing Topper with paint and getting tackled into the mattress as he held the paintbrush over you, trying to get the bright green liquid on your face while you held his arm back.

“Im gonna murder you!”You laughed, rolling over under him so your face was against the mattress. “Im gonna paint your hair!”He laughed, holding the brush just above it. “Topper, dont mess with her hair.”Kelce took the brush away.

Topper groaned, falling next to you on the mattress. His eyes were closed, the sun from the window casting a beautiful glow over his face, a small smile tugging at the side of his mouth. You pressed a kiss to his cheekbone, your arm resting on his torso.

It didnt take long for painting to be forgotten, a few cheap bristles sticking to the wall with messes of colorful lines and unfilled shapes. The song changed, followed by a loud gasp from Rafe. “This is my favorite song!”He smiled, hitting his knees with his fists repeatedly.

He didnt know what about it made him so happy, whenever he heard it it reminded him of you guys. “You know what we should do?”Topper asked. “No.”Kelce replied while Rafe rewinded the song to listen to his favorite part again.

“We should make soup. Like, spicy soup with potatoes.”He replied, mouth watering. “We could just order soup.”Kelce replied, not in the mood to go downstairs and hunt for ingredients. “Order soup from where?”Topper asked. Kelce simply shrugged, shifting around and putting his arms under his body.

That had been a week ago. Since then a lot had happened. You guys had developed a system, Kelce could do his laundry on Saturdays, Rafe on Mondays and Topper’s just got mixed in with yours.

It was a love and hate relationship to have them there with you. You didnt regret your decision but sometimes things would get difficult. Grocery shopping was the worst since nobody could decide what they wanted and you had all agreed not to eat out as much.

“We need an actual meal, we cant just eat chips for everything.”Topper would grumble, realising he didnt even really know how to cook. That just lead to late flights of searching for recipes o pinterest and watching Gordon Ramsey tiktoks until they decided to try and make bake and shake chicken. That didnt really work out well, having to open all of your windows and get the smoke out of your house.

Then you guys decided to take a new approach, finding a ton of frozen pizzas and ingredients for sushi. Kelce was the only one who had any idea of what he was doing since he had always been talented in the kitchen, specifically with breakfast. That became more of a safe meal for you guys, making extra food in the morning to eat later for dinner until you got sick of toast, eggs and bacon.

Kelce ended up banishing you all to the pool so that he could decorate properly, vines hanging from the door ways and landscape tapestries hanging in your living room, hallway and your mother’s old bedroom. “How long do you think he’s gonna be?”You asked, floating on your back in the shallow end, letting out a yelp when Topper grabbed you and dragged you to the deep end.

“I dont know, probably like three days.”He replied, finally letting go once you were in the middle of the pool. “We could survive three days in the pool.”You replied, watching Rafe shake his head. “With my allergy to the sun?”He asked, making you turn over, going underwater for a moment. “You dont even sunburn.”You told him, splashing water in his direction before swimming away quickly so that he couldnt get back at you.

Kelce kept getting calls from his parents that were asking him to come home but he never did. They knew where he was, if they wanted him back so badly they’d drive over and take him away. “Guys, i’ve finished my creation.”Kelce announced, coming outside. “So we can come in now?”Topper asked, gripping the ledge of the pool and pulling himself out, falling onto his stomach as he struggled to get up.

“Yes, you can come in now! Hurry!”Kelce yelled excitedly before going back inside, waiting impatiently for you guys to hurry. Rafe helped you out of the pool, tossing you your towel so that you wouldnt trail water through your house. “Guys! Come on!”Kelce shouted again, the three of you walking across the hot pavement quickly.

“I’ll clean up the water after- just come see what I did!”He said again. You rolled your eyes, walking into the house. Goosebumps formed on y0our skin from the cool air, eyes widening as you looked at the kitchen. He had bought a plaid tablecloth for the table, vines hanging from the ceiling and doorways, a tie dye tapestry hanging in your living room. It looked like he had taken the time to wipe down every surface and vacuum any mess of broken spaghetti or eggshells that had been kicked under the fridge.

“Do you like it?”He asked, unable to read your shocked expression. “Kelce, im gonna be honest with you. I feel like im in pixie hollow right now.”You grinned, making him smile. “I think thats a good thing- but upstairs is better!’He exclaimed before making his way up the stairs. He was right.

There were marble heart shaped tiles hanging on the walls of the hall, a sign on the new hangout spot that was made out of drift wood. He opened the door, revealing bean bag chairs on the floor, a new carpet, a light yellow canopy hanging over the bed that had all new sheets and blankets on it as well.

He had even somehow managed to fix the paint on the wall so that there were different colored polka dots all over it. The boys seemed equally impressed, still taking it in. You hugged Kelce, not even caring that you’d get his clothes wet. “So I did good?” He asked, hugging you back. “You always do good.”You replied, feeling him hug you tighter.

“So you’re happy?”He asked, letting out a small sigh when you nodded. “I am happy, Kelce.”you replied, kissing him lightly. He smiled against you, taking in a deep breath. “I found a new recipe for fancy grilled cheese.”He told you, kissing your forehead. This was something that you loved about having them live with you.

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wanna be yours , ch6 p2

where two opposites fall in love

ch6 p1 , ch.7 kindly stfu

a/n: kinda rushed the end bc i didnt wanna make it too long <3 also double upload , word count 918

the whole day suna, semi, tendou, y/l/n and even both the miya twins were all begging for the clock to hit 3 for classes to be done. finally taking one last look at the clock seeing it reads 2:59 all their prayers were answered. tonight had everyone excited, people coming to the concert or not, it is the weekend after all.

hearing the ring everyone jumps up sighing with small 'finallys.’ small chatter being heard in the class, y/n walks to the dark haired male. setting her hands down on his desk “did you actually stay up during the whole class?” scoffing at her “well if i have to tutor you i have to know what im teaching right dummy?” he says grabbing his stuff. as she huffs and walks back to her seat to grab her backpack and her case as he follows. “what time should i be there? i dont trust atsumu” he says, grabbing the handle to her case before she can get a grip. looking at him with an eyebrow raised “uh around 11, i can carry ms lady suna dont worr-'' before she could continue he shakes his head “nah i want to”. giving her a small smile “can you be any slower cmon you said you have practice right? i'll walk you to the third year hallway” he says nudging her. “i have to grab goshiki first if you dont mind walking with me” she says walking out of the class “lead the way” he says.

after the long wait night approaches, looking at his phone reading 10:59 on his screen. the twins on his left and random people jumping on his right to the band playing. after the lights go off, atsumu grabs his shirt and heads to the front yelling about how the band is next. before the lights could turn on a few guitar strings are being strung with a deep yell coming from the speakers. the lights flash on as the the first few words are sung. towards the end y/n starts chanting with the crowd everyone following her lead as she jumps with them. she goes back to her mic as she swats her hair out of her face “hey everyone!!!! how are yall tonight” she greets the audience with a smile, tendou and semi waving to everyone. everyone cheering their answers as she nods “im hearing a lot of goods and okays so hell yeah lets jump into the next song mr semi do the honor” she says adding a dramatic bow at the end. “uh well thank you y/l/n for that lovely greeting, the next song is a new cover of ours and a song both y/n and tendou surprised me with i hope you enjoy as much as i do” he says with a small laugh, looking back to tendou with a nod he starts counting down. semi starting off, immediately sunas eyes light up as he remembers hearing the song. freezing when the chorus hits, the vibe being completely different from what he saw in the mini practice they had. seeing the lights flash behind them and all of them go all out, the sweat running down their necks already and veins in semi’s neck from holding notes. his eyes slowly moving over to y/n widening at the sight, this is her he thought she's in her element. her hands running up and down the neck of the bass as she bops her head to the drums, she's beautiful he thinks.

finishing up 5 more songs the band waves bye to the crowd after thanking them for the good show. “WOW THEY WERE SO GOOD!!” atsumu yells as he exits the front door. “dude why are you so loud?” his brother complains following him. “shut your mouth samu live in the moment” he barks back resting his hands on his hip. shaking his head at them suna looks around “yo why are we waiting shouldnt we head back?” he says, noticing how dark it is. “calm down i wanted to say bye to y/n and say good job jeez ya old man” the blonde says huffing looking away from both of them. “tsumu you owe me top bunk” the grey haired one says taking his phone out before he could do anything its almost knocked out of his hand as his twin grabs his collar. “HUHHH????” he says, “oh cmon you two dont fight” another voice says, the trio turning to see the band with two added people. “y/nnn!” atsumu says letting his brother go running to hug her “you guys were so good im so glad you guys did that semi song” he says as he lifts his head to both guys. as atsumu lets go, osamu gives her a side hug and a ‘good job’ and then suna gives her a hug with a smile, messing up her hair as they let go “nice job dude that was dope”. laughing as she pushes him “thanks for coming man i really appreciate you coming” he nods at her.

after a few nice words the groups goes theres separate ways, y/n wraps her arms around the red haired male as he talks to everyone. as they get to the parking lot semi takes goshiki and y/n home and ushijima and tendou go together, as y/n gets home she hears a bing from her phone smiling at the contact.

facts !

y/n had to carry the conversation with suna and goshiki

ushijima did go but stayed towards the back with goshiki and went backstage with the band

y/n had to convince semi not to wear his mcr shirt before the show

goshiki took pictures of the band and sent them to y/n

tendou and ushijima h*ld h*nds on there way home

suna is now questioning if he admires y/n or has a crush

—taglist

@applekenm , @xhanjisungiex , @astronomyturtle , @sirachano0dles , @yn-tingz , @killmepls-usu , @bakugouswh0r3 , @kageyamas-love , @samtheweirdhuman , @kac-chowsballs , @etheraliwa , @ssunasimpp , @lovelykaia , @yamayoomi , @satomiis , @saikishairclip , @heyheyheyhaikyu , @tycrackculture , @kotwd

#haikyu x reader #haikyu #haikyuu #suna imagines #suna rintaro headcanons #suna rintaro x reader #suna x reader #hq suna #suna x y/n #suna smau #suna rintarou #haikyuu suna

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oh-its-souichi · 5 years

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Yo!

Shigaraki X Reader

Another fic about Shig being a father?

Hell ya

... I can’t help it... Him being a dad just gives me... life.

Im sorry

Also the final chapter of Ultra Violence will be posted sometime this week and after that I will be continuing the Dabi fic Ive been working on.

Warning- I didn’t know how Nomu were made so I just guessed, FLUFF, Daughters name is Shi because its like "she" but spelled cool and Im lazy.

It was all but silent in the warehouse.

Around him was the bothersome buzzing of the machines at work while the water that the Nomu grew in sloshed around. With the attack on the Yuuai summer camp underway they were there to check on Dabi’s Nomu’s.

The patchwork villain wouldn’t shut up about it so Shigaraki, fed up, told him to meet up with his at the warehouse so they could see how the creature was progressing.

To the left of him Kurogiri was fidgeting with a control panel while Shi played with a small nail she had found while wondering around the warehouse.

Dabi stared down at her wondering if he should take the nail away from her but shrugged and turned his attention to one of the brains floating in the sickly green water. "Hey boss are you cool with her having that?" Dabi suddenly spoke the situation irking him for some reason.

Shigaraki looked briefly down at his daughter and grunted seeing no issue. It was nice she had found something to preoccupy herself with instead of badgering him.

Shi quietly hummed a song Shigaraki had heard play at the beginning of one of the magical girl series she was obsessed with.

Well, the one she was obsessed with right now. It seemed to change every week though.

The only reason he was aware of the change is because sometimes he got on his computer to read the news and what not he would hear two little feet tumble into the room, the pressure of her eyes falling on him. “Daddy” she would say locking her sights beginning the silent battle.

He would try to ignore her, grumbling under his breath at her while focusing on whatever he was doing that day until he just gave up.

“Uh fine. You’re so annoying.” he would groan minutes into the stare down.

Begrudgingly he would lift her onto his lap and go to the website that illegally uploaded movies and episodes of various titles, clicking on whatever caught her interest.

Usually the shows consisted of brightly colored character who were overly enthusiastic and made his head ache. His fingers would find their way up to his throat scratching ruthlessly.

He didn’t like having to share especially with a little girl that just walks in and demands things of him without saying a single word but he found it was easier to let her watch it for a few minutes and often times he didnt give into her, like yesterday, but on days he was to exhausred to fight he would

It was better then dealing with her silently crying, having hidden herself under a blanket in a corner somewhere and then you looking at him with the damn puppy dog eyes asking "She just wants to spend time with you T"

The two of you drove him crazy.

But secretly he liked it.

Shi dropped the nail in her hand to the ground and wandered up to his side standing up on her tip toes staring down into the water. “For me?” He heard her say. “Huh? he said twisting his expression underneath Father, casting his sights down to her. She shifted awkwardly under his gaze feeling the pressure. Nervously she twisted the toe of her small beat up sneakers into the cement floor. She had learned in the two years she had been alive that odd things set her father off and it was not fun to be at the receiving end of his dangerous temper. “One for me?” she repeated pointing at herself.

Shigaraki paused letting her words sink in before a smile spread across his face. “You want a Nomu?” he asked shifting his eyes from the little girl to one of the floating brains. A lightness entered his chest and he almost felt uncomfortably elated. The feeling wasn’t entirely new he had felt it before when he saw himself on the news and heard the newscasters say his name with a adorable twang of fear in their voices.

It made him proud.

He felt proud.

He knelt down connecting he red eyes with her similarly colored ones. “Now what would a- How old are you?” he asked. She paused prodding her bottom lip with her pointer finger.

“56 probably”

“56?! Are you stupi-”

“She’s two and a half Tomura Shigraki” Kurogiri said from the work bench himself and Dabi stood by while waiting for the machine he had been using to load the program he had to install. Shigaraki cocked his head in thought. ‘It’s been two years already. What the hell’

Shi had been his greatest mishap.

At 18 you were introduced into his life and he quickly became intrigued by you, obsessed with you. Eventually the two of you formed a strange relationship and he found himself spending more time alone with you in his room, knocking you up in the process.

After breaking the news to All for One he was surprised the elder man was somewhat supportive. ‘It’s a little earlier then I would have liked it to be but it’s good to secure an ere.’

They were not exactly the words he wanted to hear but that’s all ancient history now.

He studied her childish features seeing a lot more of himself in her face then you. She had light blue hair that was slightly wavy and bright red eyes the only real difference being she was a little bit cuter.

“What would a two year old want with a Nomu?” he asked. Shi with a determined look on her face walked away from her father (to his confusion) making her way to Kurogiri where she interrupted the conversation he and Dabi were having to tug the newspaper he had in his hand. He released it watching her shyly walk back to Shigaraki. Clumsily unfolding the paper she pointed to a picture of All Might that was printed on it. “For Game over” she said.

Shigaraki’s breath got caught in his throat leaving him breathless, his chest tightening harshly. Quickly his brain was overrun with images of him and his daughter releasing mass destruction upon the city hand in hand, well pinky in pinky. The effects on the public seeing a small innocent child basically murder innocent civilians would shake then to their core. The heros wouldnt even know what to do.

“Well” he said “What a promising little mistake you’re turning out to be. Kurogiri give one of these to her” he said grabbing Shi lightly by the hand, twirling her around.

Kurogiri looked away from Dabi who raised his eyebrows unimpressed. “Are you sure that is wise?” he asked warily. Shigaraki dropped Shi’s hand raising up his arms. “What kind of father would I be to deny his own daughter’s wishes and aspirations.” he said smiling down on Shi who blushed. Dabi scoffed “Where was that attitude when you yelled at her for wanting to watch that kid show? Isnt that kinda like denying her aspirations??”

Shigaraki grew irritated “ Shut up patchwork. Kurogiri can you do it or not?” he asked glaring at the man.

Kurogiri sighed to himself. “Yes I will set it up now” he said moving himself back to the control panel silently thinking to himself. (A peek into the mind of Kurogiri- ‘WHAT IN THE HELL IS THIS ABSOLUTE HELL GOBLIN THINKI-)

Dabi flashed Kurogiri an amused look before propping himself against one of the metal tables that sat adjacent to the Nomu’s “So Shi” he said earning a glare from Shigaraki.

Shi looked at him shyly her cheeks flushed. “Once you get this Nomu of yours how are you going to take him down?”

She thought for a moment before smiling viciously, much like her fathers smile. “Like this!” she triumphed fiercely punching Dabi in the leg making him jump slightly in shock. Shigaraki burst out in laughter standing up to ruffle Shi’s hair. “Very good!” he praised picking her carefully up. “Next time aim a little higher.”

...

Later in the evening after you had returned from shopping you expected to be berated by Shigaraki for being out to long but instead were left alone. Pleasantly surprised you retired to the bar reading one of your books when you noticed Shi and her father whispering to one another for a suspicious amount of time. You snuck a glance at them every now and then. It was very rare for him to interact with her so much.

Breaking their secret meeting Shi wobbled over to you with a smile as bright as the sun.

“Hi mommy” she said attempting to grapple up the stool to the right of you. “Hi Shi” you replied setting the book you had attempted to read down on the bar top. You reached your arms out to grab her and lift her up but were beat when Shigaraki picked her up with two pinkies in the air and placed her on top of the stool. You smiled at her as she situated herself, resting her head on her arms with a big yawn. Her eyes drooped and you could tell she was fighting off a powerful wave of sleep. It was a little past her bedtime. Normally Tomura was so strict about bedtime but today he didn’t seem bothered by her presence as he normally did.

“How was today?” you asked mimicking her position feeling a finger run gently down your spine it’s owner retiring next to you, unmasking himself. Ephemerally you looked at him puzzled. “He sure is in a good mood today’ you thought becoming instantly reluctant about the situation. “Good. I got Nomu!” Shi exclaimed tiredly.

You turned your attention back to her lovingly brushing a few stray strands of hair behind her ears. “You got a Nomu?” you questioned looking to Kurogiri for some sort of explanation who only looked back at you exhausted. ‘Great’ you thought. “Yep!” Shi said happily. “Daddy give it!” You clicked your tongue and sat up resting your eyes on your handsome boyfriend who only beamed proudly.

A chuckle slipped past your lips. “He did huh? I’m sure that is going to be very fun for the two of you especially when daddy gets to clean up whatever mess you and the Nomu make.” Shigaraki grunted at your words not liking the sound of that.

#tomura shigaraki x reader #tomura shigaraki #shigaraki tomura #tenko shimura x reader #shimura tenko #boku no hero academia #boku no hero fanfic #my hero academia #my hero academia fanfiction #mha shigaraki

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bisquett · 5 years

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I love you.

a/n: so this is part 1 cause sis got homework! this is basically david being in love and wanting to make love to you while begging for your approval.

wc: 1217

“NATALIE!” David shouted as he walked through the front door, sliding your shoes off. Your hands were laced together, David lightly tugging you along. It was date night for the first time in months. He had fallen into the habit of filming, editing, and uploading all week and sleeping on his off days.

He intensely liked to treat you to nice things, especially when he knew he had been distant for a while. Even though he knew you’d be happy with a date to Olive Garden, he wanted to be good for you and give you something special. Romantically, he always craved reconnection and acceptance.

He had been eyeing you all dinner. He made intense eye contact, filled with love. Every time you looked at him, his heart was fluttering, stomach flipping with butterflies. The standard couple around the restaurant was doing everything you guys were: legs tangled together under the table, holding hands across the table, stealing food off each other’s plate, and an occasional “I love you” over comfortable silence, in between giggles, or when you’d look a little too long at each other’s lips.

On the ride home, he held your hand in his, bringing it up to his mouth and kissing your fingertips. At red lights, you noticed, his hand was glued to your thigh, thumb rubbing back and forth as he spoke. Eventually, he left it there.

Once home, he opened your car door for you, gently guiding you by the waist for a few seconds before tangling your fingers together. His touch felt like fire.

So, when he told Natalie to fuck off for a few hours as soon as you walked through the door, you had a good idea of what was going to occur. He waited with you in the kitchen until she was gone, picking you up and setting you on top of the counter, hands on your waist, your fingers in his hair. He pressed his forehead against yours.

“I missed this,” he spoke, “So much.” You pulled him in for a chaste kiss. You remained close, not pulling away.

“You act like we broke up.”

“Kind of felt like it. Didn’t see you enough. I feel terrible about it,” he admitted. You shrugged.

“You work. It’s fine. Gotta make a living somehow. I don’t love you any differently. When we are together, everything is fine.”

“It’s not worth it if I don’t get to spend it with you.”

“Davey, baby. Shut up.”

He sighed.

“Okay.”

Natalie came out of her room, bidding you both goodbye. You heard the front door shut, her car start, and her begin down the road.

He was still pressed against you, head on your shoulder, feeling the fabric of your dress in between his fingers. He was too in his head sometimes. It was a comfortable silence. You let it happen.

“I love you,” he pulled away slightly.

“I know. I love you too. What’s going on in there?” You giggled and messed up his hair, motioning to his head. He went quiet for a little bit.

“Can we have sex?” He blurted. You almost laughed.

“Um, yes? I thought that was the plan.”

“No, like…” He looked into your eyes, trying to figure out what you want. His hand moved to your chin, thumb rubbing over your lips. “Let me make love to you. I want to. I need to.”

You nodded slowly, his eyes not leaving yours.

“Say yes. Out loud. Please.”

“Yes, David.”

“Okay.” He kissed you slowly, hand moving to the side of your neck. He wanted to feel everything, every taste bud on your tongue, every curve of your lips. He could feel your pulse under his palm. He loved it. It felt as if the world stopped turning for a few minutes.

“Hey guys, sorry, I left my debit ca- oh shi-“

He pulled away, softly, clearing his throat and wiping at his mouth. He kept his stare. It made you blush.

“No worries. We were about to move, anyway.”

“Uh, okay,” Natalie said, continuing to her room.

He kissed your forehead and let out a giggle. David slid one of his arms around your waist, the other under your legs, picking you up bridal style as gently as he could.

He laid you down on his bed and turned the lights down low. It was adorable how hard he tried.

“Baby! Music or no?”

“No, I wanna hear the noises you make for me.” Your comment made his ears turn red.

“Come here,” he said as he sat on the edge of the bed. You sat up, his hands immediately finding your cheek and one of your hands, bringing your lips back to his. He kissed you slower than he did in the kitchen, finding a rhythm and sticking to it. He fiddled with one of your rings while he slid his tongue against yours.

“I am so in love with you.” You didn’t say anything as he pushed your hair from your shoulders to lean in and press kisses to your pulse. You heard the front door close again.

“Thank God,” he breathes. His hands find the zipper of your dress, fumbling with the hook and eye before he pauses.

“Can I?”

“Yes, babe. You don’t have to ask.”

“Mmph…need your approval,” he mumbled, slowly unzipping your dress as he kissed you once more.

“Not for everything, you don’t,” you said against his lips. You almost heard his eye roll.

“I do, I want to be good for you.”

“Slower, David. I want to feel you.” He nodded, pushing your dress off your shoulders. He kissed a shoulder, sucking and nibbling all the way back up to your lips.

“Mark me. I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” he breathed, “I love it when you tell me what to do. I know what I’m doing right.”

He continued to kiss back and forth between your jaw and collarbone. While he spoke, his eyes flickered between your lips and spit he had left on your skin. He rubbed it away.

“What if I tell you to do something and you don’t?”

“Then…I’m disobeying.”

“So, are we gonna act like I didn’t tell you to just do something?” His eyes widened a little bit and his cheeks flushed.

“Right. Do you want it visible?”

“Yes.” He put the pieces together mentally. David pulled your hips towards him, getting a better angle for himself. You felt him smile against your skin. He worked for a few minutes, teeth grazing and nipping at your skin. You allowed him to, closing your eyes and tangling your fingers in his hair, egging him on. You wanted to give him approval just as much as he craved it.

Eventually, he sat back, admiring his work by running his fingers over it.

“You proud of yourself, baby?” He nodded. He began to tug your dress off the rest of the way, working from top to bottom. He kissed down your middle, between your boobs and down your stomach as he pulled further and further away. He ended with your dress on the floor, running his hands over your thighs and giving you a questioning look. You waited for him to ask.

“Can I?” He maintained eye contact.

“Yes, please.”

#Bone #IT STARTED SWEET AND IT ENDED WOW MAN #THAT COMMAND #OOOFFF #submission

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gpafour · 6 years

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jikook fic: unexpected

Rating: Explicit Pairing: Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin

soooo ytd i did mention i would try to upload my fic here in hopes to get more feedback on how i can improve ;; since i’ll reach a different group of audience here as on ao3.

I didnt have a beta so lmk if there were any errors, i’ll probably come back to write them again. It’s a one shot and honestly 6k of pure filth, my first smut lmao. Well. with that said, lets go.

SUMMARY “You alright there?” Jimin asked. “N-no, yes, n—, I’m okay.” Jeongguk stutters. Jimin smirks again and starts advancing towards Jeongguk. “Are you nervous?”

“N—” he started.“I caught you staring at my ass,” another step closer to Jeongguk.

or jikook fic where run!bts ep 47 jungkook meets run!bts ep 45&47 jimin

This was not what Jeongguk was expecting.

“Fuck, it’s so hot.” Jeongguk grumbles as he pulled his shirt off him.

June. Summer has arrived – it was nearly 38 degrees out; the heat radiating into his living room. It was finally his day off. Jeongguk groans as he plopped down onto his sofa, an ice-cold glass of beer in his hand and a bag of chips in another. He sighs. It had been a long, arduous month.

With the recent manpower cut, his supervisor, Namjoon, started piling tons of paperwork on Jeongguk’s desk. He had been working continuously and twice as many shifts as before; it was definitely tiring him out.

All he wants right now was to enjoy his day off doing nothing. Jeongguk picks up the remote control and switches the TV on. Sweat droplets and condensation from his beer trickle down his torso, fuck, the heat is unforgiving. He bore his eyes into the electronic box in front of him, eyes drooping close.

The doorbell rings, jostling Jeongguk awake from his nap. Reluctantly, Jeongguk opened his eyes, bringing his hand up to shield them from the rays of the harmful sun. Once he is able to focus, Jeongguk takes in his surroundings. The sun is setting, and the TV is showing the reruns of an old cliché drama. The doorbell chimes, again.

“Who is it?” Jeongguk groans, slightly annoyed at whoever is at the door, having woken him up from his slumber. He took a swing of his beer, now lukewarm. “Ugh, gross.” He grumbled as he slams the glass back down onto the coffee table.

“Delivery for Jeon Jeongguk-ssi!”

Jeongguk makes his way to his front door, pulls it open and was met with a shock. Standing right on his door was the most beautiful man Jeongguk had ever laid his eyes upon. The man, not much taller than himself, stood next to a package resting on a trolley. He donned a blue vest over his black T-shirt with a pair of matching sweatpants. The owner of the voice has blonde locks tucked underneath his black cap, low enough to protect from the sun but also high enough to expose his eyes, so brown and so mesmerising.

“Good afternoon! I’m here to make a delivery for….” the delivery boy voice fades as he looked up from the receipts in his hands. Jeongguk caught his eyes scanning Jeongguk’s body as if he was a prey ready to be eaten, he averted his gaze hurriedly. The delivery boy lifted a pointed finger, directly at a shirtless Jeongguk.

“What are – oh shit, sorry, be right back!” Jeongguk sputtered. He runs back into his apartment, leaving a startled blonde on his doorstep, in search for the piece of clothing he threw off hours ago. Jeongguk found the white item draped across on his dining chair, hastily put it on and made his way back to the door.

“Sorry, I – it – the weather was unbearable.” Jeongguk mumbled with his head lowered, hand reaching over to scratch the back of his neck.

“It’s alright,” the delivery boy singsongs and Jeongguk’s heart pings, thankful to have such sweet melody graced his ears.

“So, I have a package, you said?” Jeongguk started, hoping to change the topic as quickly as possible, hoping to forget the embarrassing incident that happened seconds before.

The delivery boy stares at the receipt in his hands, “You ordered a full-length mirror from IKEA, scheduled to be delivered today, is that right?”

“Oh, yes, that’s right, c’mon in.” Jeongguk confirms, as he stood aside and made way for the blonde to wheel his package in.

“Where should I place it?”

“By the dining table is fine, here let me help you.”

After a gruesome 10 minutes of ripping off the package, plastic covering and tapes, Jeongguk got his full-length mirror placed nicely by the dining table. The mirror is beautiful, rose gold borders with intricate carvings resting on a sturdy stand, reflecting light off the sun, illuminating the dark dining area.

Jeongguk stood up, dusting his shorts, and then proceeds to wipe his face with his shirt. He looked over towards the delivery boy. He had his vest removed, exposing his now soaked black top that clings to his body, showing off his physique. Despite being smaller than Jeongguk, he observed that the man has well-defined pectorals and arms.

“Can I offer you a drink?”

“No, it’s okay, I have one more delivery to complete after this.” The blonde replied as he puts on his vest.

“C’mon just one glass of water, I’m sure after all that moving and this stupid heat, you must be thirsty. A glass won’t hurt.”

The blonde hums in response, contemplating as if Jeongguk’s asking a lot of him, before giving in.

“Well then, ice water will do, thanks.”

Jeongguk smiled at his little victory, beckoning the blonde to follow him to his kitchen. Jeongguk poured two glasses of water, one for himself and one for the other. The man before him gulped down the water hurriedly, quenching his thirst.

“Thanks for helping out er…”

“Jimin, I’m Park Jimin,” The delivery boy shrugged, “Just doing my job, thanks for the water anyway.”

Jeongguk nods in acknowledgment, eyes lost in the blonde’s, not paying attention to the words coming out of his mouth.

“Jeongguk-ssi?” Said blonde waves his hand in front of Jeongguk’s face, breaking him out of his trance.

“Huh? Oh – yeah, I’m – oh, I mean, no problem.” Jeongguk stammered.

The man placed a hand over his mouth and giggled shyly, before turning around making his way back to his truck. Jeongguk leaned against his doorframe and stares at the blonde’s back, wondering when he would have the chance to see him again. Just then –

“Hey, Jeongguk-sshi?”

Jeongguk looks up to see Jimin has one leg in his truck, ready to slide in but his head turned towards Jeongguk.

“Yeah?”

“You had your shirt on backwards,” Jimin called out before chuckling and getting into his truck. “See you around!”

Jeongguk looks down at his shirt and groans before slamming the door shut. Way to make a good first impression on the most beautiful delivery man he ever seen.

“Jeongguk, I need you to come over to the station right now.”

Jeongguk groans as he brought his hand up to rub his eyes before he slaps it across his face. He looked over to his alarm clock resting on his bedside table. “Hyung, it’s 8 fucking am on a Saturday, why do I need to go over to the station?!”

“We have a problem, it is an emergency” Namjoon states.

“What sort of emergency would require me – “

“Just get your fucking ass over here, Jeongguk,” Namjoon ordered hastily before cutting the call.

Jeongguk threw his phone down on his bed and grumbles. It was Saturday, he had plans – well, plans to stay in bed the whole day and eating pizza, but plans nonetheless – now it’s ruined thanks to Namjoon. Jeongguk kicks his duvet off him and let out a loud yawn stretching his hands overhead. He stood up and grudgingly made his way to the showers.

Jeongguk reaches the station in an hour and raps knock on Namjoon’s door.

“Come in.”

Jeongguk steps into his office and was shocked to find Namjoon sitting behind stacks of files, fingers frantically flying across the keyboard eyes fixed on the laptop screen. Namjoon’s eyes were puffy and bloodshot, his tie hung loose on his neck, and there are three abandoned mugs of coffee on the table by his side. To say that Namjoon is tired is an understatement. Namjoon looks wrecked. Confusion sits on Jeongguk’s face, Namjoon might be his superior but he is first Jeongguk’s best friend.

“What is going on, hyung?”

“The chief just dumped a pile of old case notes on my desk, asking me to sort them according to year, by tonight.” He stresses, “How am I supposed to finish sorting them and finish my current report both by tonight?! You are going to help me with it.”

“You made me come over to the station on my precious, Saturday morning just to help you sort fucking case notes?!” Jeongguk screeches and threw his hands up in the air.

Namjoon winces, shoulders scrunching upwards. “I’m sorry, Guk, would you help me, please? I’ll buy you a meal this week, just help me now before I get my ass fucking fired.”

Jeongguk rubs his face and sighs in defeat, after all, there is some truth in what Namjoon said. “Fine, only because the Chief is a fucking pain in the ass. And, Jin-hyung would come after me if you were to die here.”

A pink tinge appears across Namjoon’s cheeks and he grins, “Thanks, Guk, I knew I can count on you.”

“You bet.”

4 hours and three more cups of coffee later, Jeongguk finally finished sorting the old case notes and Namjoon submits the report, all in time before their Chief could come after both their asses.

Namjoon leans back into his chair, legs propped up on his desk, “Fuck, so glad we’re done. What would I have done without you, Guk?”

“You still owe me lunch,” Jeongguk states as he raises his brows.

“Fine, let me clear up this mess and then let’s get outta here, I know a new place just opened up down the street.” Namjoon suggested as he knocked over one of his forgotten coffee mugs, spilling cold coffee all over his desk.

“Shit!”

Jeongguk sighs, “why not you go freshen up while I help you with this?”

“Yeah, okay, thanks. Sorry, Guk.” Namjoon says sheepishly as he made his way out of his office.

After lunch, they decided to head to a nearby coffee shop just to catch up on their lives apart from the station. As Namjoon went off searching for a table, Jeongguk headed for the queue.

There are three people in front of him, and as Jeongguk looks up, a blur of blonde hair caught his eyes. “One caramel macchiato, coming right up!” Jeongguk ears perk up at the familiar voice. He strains his neck, looking over the shoulder of the person in front of him and that’s when he sees him.

Jimin, beautiful Park Jimin. Jimin was wearing a white button-down shirt with sleeves that reached his elbows and a pair of black slacks that hugs his legs, accentuating his round butt. Jeongguk gulps as he watches Jimin work his way around the coffee machines, tampering and levelling the coffee beans, face full of concentration.

“Here you go, Sir. One caramel macchiato. That will be four dollars.” Jimin chirps. Jeongguk has his gaze fixed on the barista. Eyes scanning and analysing his every move, before long, it was Jeongguk’s turn to order.

“Next – Oh hey! Jeongguk, right?”

Jeongguk swallowed down a gulp as he wipes his sweating palms on his pants. “Y-yeah, Jimin-ssi?”

“Oh, you remembered me!” Jimin exclaims and gives Jeongguk a wide smile, eyes disappearing into crescents. Jeongguk returns his smile, cheeks tinged pink.

Jeongguk’s eyes travelled down to his thick lips, and he wishes he could feel how soft they would be against his. “Your smile is so pretty...” Jeongguk blurts out. Jimin’s lips forms an ‘o’ and blushes.

“Jeongguk,” he starts

Jeongguk’s face turns beet red as he redirected his gaze upwards.

“Sorry, I just… think that your smile is really pretty,” Jeongguk apologises, pulling at his collar, avoiding Jimin’s eyes.

“You’re cute, Jeonggukkie.” Jimin laughs. “Well then, what can I get for you?”

Jeongguk blushes, duck his head under his shoulder and mumbled, “Two iced Americano, please.”

“Coming right up!”

After a few minutes of waiting, Jeongguk grab both the cups and brought it over to a table by the window where Namjoon is seated.

“A friend of yours?” Namjoon asks as he motions towards Jimin.

“Sort of, I guess, just some guy who delivered something to my house a few days ago.”

“He’s cute.”

Jeongguk nods his head in agreement as he took a sip of his, “Yeah. He’s hot, too.”

“Did you get his number? You should bang him.” Jeongguk chokes on his drink. “What? You said he’s hot,” Namjoon elaborates.

“I did, but that doesn’t mean I have to fuck him.”

Namjoon shrugs, “It’s been long since you last get laid, man.”

They started talking about work, and how shitty their Chief is. Joking about moving to another town, where there will be more actions. To be honest, the thought of it sounds exciting. They have been stuck in this quaint town for all their lives. There were not many action-filled days to be lived, most of their days are spent patrolling the roads and Jeongguk was starting to lose his passion.

Jeongguk looks over to the coffee bar, where Jimin is. He watched intensely, how Jimin smiles at every customer, and how Jimin prepares coffee for each of them. He looks graceful, he is graceful. Small hands holding warm cups of coffee, levelling and tampering the beans. Jeongguk is mesmerised. His eyes travelled over Jimin’s hands, up to his arms, shoulders and down to his perky ass. Jeongguk gulps and licks his lips. How he wished he could grab the round globes in his hands.

Just then, Jimin looks up and caught Jeongguk’s eyes. His lips curl up into a smirk and winks at Jeongguk before he turns back to the counter. Jeongguk felt his ears goes red, as embarrassment creeps up his neck to colour his face. In state of panic, for getting caught, Jeongguk stood up abruptly, knees hitting the table, spilling his cup’s content all over his bottoms. Jeongguk swears he felt every single one, in the coffee shop is staring at him. Jimin included.

“Hey, Guk are you alright?”

“Yeah, yeah. I—I’ll be right back,”

Jeongguk rushes into the washroom and managed to get most of the coffee out before it permanently stains his pants. He looks up into the mirror, placing his hands on either side of the sink. He breaths deeply, and mentally counting down, in hope to calm his racing heart down but to no avail.

He splashes the water on his face before he looks at himself in the mirror, beads of water flowing down his face. Jeongguk thoughts trailed back to what happened just minutes before. How can a man made him react like that? His grip on the sink tightens, knuckles turning white.

“You know, you have to pay for the sink if you break it.”

Jeongguk eyes widen as he turns towards the entrance and sees the cause of his palpitations. Jimin stood with his arms crossed, leaning against the door frame. He had his eyebrows raised and his lips, slightly parted. His pristine white shirt, not a stain of coffee in sight, fits snugly on his body. He looks like a model straight out of a runway. Heck, he could’ve look like he came from the garbage dump and Jeongguk would still think that Jimin is hot as hell.

“I—I,”

“You alright there?” Jimin asked.

“N-no, yes, n—, I’m okay.” Jeongguk stutters.

Jimin smirks again and starts advancing towards Jeongguk.

“Are you nervous?”

“N—” he started.

“I caught you staring at my ass,” another step closer to Jeongguk.

Jeongguk’s heart started to pick up pace again, and he swears he could hear his beating in his ears.

“Did you like what you see?” Jimin questions.

When Jeongguk refuses to answer Jimin decided to take matters in his own hands, he strides towards Jeongguk, nose almost touching the other.

“I said, did you like what you see, Jeonggukie?” Jimin demanded as he pushes Jeongguk lightly against the sink. He felt his back hit the cool glass of the mirror. Jimin pry open his knees and stood between Jeongguk’s thighs, invading Jeongguk’s space.

He looks into Jeongguk’s eyes and cocks an eyebrow.

“Answer me, Jeongguk.”

“I—”

His words were halted as Jimin rests his hands on Jeongguk’s thigh and gave it a light squeeze. He leans into the junction between Jeongguk’s shoulder and neck, giving him kitten licks before blowing on the wet area.

Jeongguk shudders as the cool air hits him. Jimin presses his thigh against Jeongguk’s crotch. His hands found purchase on Jeongguk’s hips.

“Jimin” Jeongguk starts.

“Yeah, baby?” He breaths into the shell of Jeongguk’s ear.

“We are in the toilet,” He gasps, feeling the bulge growing in his pants.

“Yeah, so?” Jimin raises a brow as he started palming Jeongguk’s growing bulge. “Shall I stop?”

“N-no,” Jeongguk moans as he starts to grind against Jimin’s palm. “Please, don’t.”

“Tell me, Jeongguk, tell me what you want me to do,” Jimin taunts.

“Harder.”

Jimin removes his hand and wraps his arms around Jeongguk’s neck, he presses his cock against Jeongguk’s and starts to grind his hips down. Jeongguk threw his head back, letting it rest on the mirror and his hands around Jimin’s sides. He closes his eyes and let out a coarse moan.

Jeongguk wraps his legs around Jimin, using the sink as a form of leverage. He digs his heels into the back of Jimin’s thighs, bringing him closer, as he matches Jimin’s pace. He moves in tandem with Jimin, thrusting upwards as Jimin grinds down, he felt his pants growing tighter and tighter. Jimin moves his hand to the back of Jeongguk’s head and brought his lips down to his. Jeongguk sighs into the kiss, finally feeling the softness of Jimin’s lips after dreaming about them the whole week.

This was not what Jeongguk expected when he came into the washroom. All Jeongguk wanted was to calm his racing heart rate, not to further increase it.

Their kiss was harsh and desperate, their teeth clashing with each other before they found a suitable rhythm. The sounds of their kisses echo throughout the toilet. Jeongguk hands snakes up to cup Jimin’s cheeks as he tilts his head and deepens the kiss.

Jimin bites onto Jeongguk’s lower lip and pulls back, eliciting a moan from the younger.

“Fuck, you kiss good.” He pants as Jimin lets go of his bottom lip.

Jimin grips onto Jeongguk’s shirt tightly and pulls Jeongguk closer to him, so close that Jeongguk can feel his breath on his chin. He looks up into Jeongguk’s eyes; it was just like his – dark, black and lust-filled. Pupils dilated, desperate for more. “Then kiss me more, Jeongguk.”

Jeongguk crashes his lips back against Jimin’s once more, his hand travelled down the small of Jimin’s back while the other snake to his knead the globes of Jimin’s ass. He moans into the kiss, and Jeongguk takes the opportunity to part his lips with his tongue, seeking permission. He brushes his tongue across his teeth, exploring the hot cavern of his mouth.

Jimin loosens his grip and starts to play with the hem of Jeongguk’s shirt. He rubs his hands on Jeongguk’s abdomen, he moans as he glides his fingers along the bumps of Jeongguk’s abs. Jeongguk took pride in the fact that the results of his 5-day workout per week had shown. He never missed a day for the past year, and he is definitely proud of it. He was well built, muscles all in the right places and in the perfect proportions.

Jeongguk smirks into the kiss, smug that he finally has something against Jimin, “Do you like it?”

“Shut the fuck up.” Jimin retorts, as he sucks on Jeongguk’s tongue harshly. One of his hands disappears under Jeongguk’s pants and grabs his bulge, pumping it lightly. The tip of Jeongguk’s cock peeks out from the waistband of his briefs, glistening with precum. Jimin swipe his thumb across the tip, smearing precum all over. He ruts his cock against Jeongguk’s thigh, attempting to relive any form of friction.

Jimin breaks the kiss and latches onto the nape of Jeongguk’s neck, nipping the area, leaving faint red marks across his neck. His free hand moves down to Jeongguk’s pants, unzipping and pulling both his pants and underwear down in one swift movement, pooling at his ankles.

Jimin sinks down to his knees, eyes never breaking contact with Jeongguk’s. He licks a stripe up on the underside of his cock. Jimin then wraps his hands around Jeongguk’s thighs as he took his throbbing length into his mouth. Jimin started nibbling the head of his cock lightly, sending a wave of pleasure through Jeongguk’s spine. His cock started to leak more precum and Jimin laps it up hungrily. He scrunches his nose, Jeongguk’s precum doesn’t taste as sweet as vanilla ice-cream but it’s not bad either. He continues to nip along the underside of Jeongguk’s cock and one of his hands came up to fondle his balls.

“Fuck,” he whimpers. “Quit teasing.”

Jimin ignores Jeongguk’s pleas as he starts to suck on the tip of Jeongguk’s red cock. Jeongguk groans, his patience wearing thin. He brought his free hand down, grabbing a fistful of Jimin’s blonde locks, pulling him closer. Jimin winces but seems to take the hint and finally, finally, took his whole aching cock into his mouth. Jeongguk sighs in relief and lightly thrust into his mouth. Jimin hollowed his cheeks, sucking his cock in, drawing a low whine from the younger. Jeongguk looks down at Jimin – he had his free hand in his pants, pumping his neglected cock lightly. His half-lidded eyes never leaving Jeongguk’s. The sight itself was nearly enough to drive him over the edge.

He pushes his cock further in, hitting the back of Jimin’s throat. Jeongguk tangles his hands in Jimin’s hair and he starts to thrust his cock further into his mouth. Jimin gags and chokes, tightening around Jeongguk’s cock. Jeongguk caught the tears off Jimin’s cheeks with his thumb as he continues thrusting into his mouth with fervour. Jimin gave a particular hard suck, and that resulted in Jeongguk coming down his throat with Jimin happily swallowing it all down.

Jimin releases his cock with a loud pop. A trail of saliva connecting Jeongguk’s cock and his swollen lips. The younger brought his thumb down to break the connection, wiping the remnants of his cum on Jimin’s chin. He let his fingers graze along the sharp definitions of Jimin’s jaw, before tilting his chin up harshly, their eyes never leaving each other’s. Jimin’s lips felt raw and dry, Jeongguk brought his face down to Jimin’s level and starting licking Jimin’s lips softly. “What time does your shift ends?”

“Soon, about another hour,” Jimin breathes. Jeongguk pauses, an hour doesn’t seem like a long time but when you have hot barista in front of you waiting to be pleased, it does seem like an eternity. But the thought of beautiful Jimin sprawled naked on his bed seem so inviting and tempting, he decides that the wait would be worthwhile.

“Okay, I’ll wait for you.” Jimin nods, “Go, before your boss notices you’re gone,” Jeongguk states and – “Shit, Namjoon hyung.”

Jimin snickers as he makes himself presentable, before heading out with a slight wave of his hand. Jeongguk pulled his bottoms and briefs back up, and then switches on the tap, splashing water on his face. Once he decides that he look less debauched, he left the washroom.

Namjoon put one hand up just as Jeongguk opens his mouth, “Look, I think I know what just happened, I saw him heading in after you and that mark on your neck confirms my suspicions.” He points out.

Jeongguk stares blankly at Namjoon, his mouth opening and closing like a goldfish, hand coming up to cover his neck instinctively. Namjoon stood up with his coffee cup facing Jeongguk, he brought a hand up to his shoulder and gave it a light squeeze. “He must have been damn good for you to be stuck in the toilet for 30 minutes,” he whispers into Jeongguk’s ears. “Remember to use protection.”

“Hyung!” Jeongguk whines as he whirls around just in time to see Namjoon waving his hand in the air never looking back as he left the coffee shop with a chime of the bell.

Once they got inside Jeongguk’s apartment, he turns Jimin around, trapping him between himself and the door. Jimin lifted his gaze to meet the younger, hands lightly caressing the base of Jeongguk’s neck. Jeongguk held on to Jimin’s wrist before sliding up to intertwine their fingers together. He leans in and presses his lips against Jimin’s. Their kiss was soft and slow, unlike the ones they shared earlier today.

Jeongguk presses himself against Jimin, trying to get as close to him as possible. Jimin free hand trail upwards, stopping the nape of Jeongguk’s neck, tugging on his hair, eliciting a moan from the taller. Jimin’s tongue snakes into his mouth and licks the roof of Jeongguk’s mouth. He hitches Jimin’s leg up around his waist and started rolling his hips against him.

“Please,” Jimin moans desperately.

Jeongguk places both his arms underneath Jimin’s thighs and lifts him up, lips never leaving his. Jimin wraps his legs around Jeongguk’s waist as he cards through his hair. Their kisses now more tongue than lips. Jeongguk really wants to take Jimin there and then, impatient and desperate, he threw Jimin on his sofa and hovers over him, hands on both sides of Jimin’s head.

He starts to pepper Jimin’s face with soft, fleeting kisses – he kisses his forehead, he eyelids, his nose, his cheeks and finally his lips. The kiss was slow and gentle, as if Jimin would break under his touch if too much pressure was used. Jimin hands start to roam around Jeongguk’s body, he trails upwards and tweaks a nipple, eliciting a moan from the younger. Jeongguk sat upright and removes his shirt before throwing it to some corner of his room, and Jimin follow suit.

Jeongguk stares at the sight below him and sucks in a breath. Jimin is beautiful. He is everything Jeongguk isn’t – Jimin is fair, almost as fair as snow, while Jeongguk is tan. Jimin has soft blonde locks that contrasts Jeongguk’s black ones. Jimin is not made of muscles, he doesn’t have well-defined abdominal but at least he is lean and toned. Jimin is small in comparison to Jeongguk but he fits so well in Jeongguk’s embrace. Jimin does not have Jeongguk’s doe eyes but his eyes are soft, he looks up at Jeongguk, full of adoration.

Jimin shudders as Jeongguk runs his fingers up and down his sides, “You’re beautiful, have I told you that?” He whispers.

Jimin chuckled, eyes crinkling up into crescents, “No, you didn’t.”

“Well, you know now,” Jeongguk replies softly into his ear before nibbling on his earlobe, playing with the piercing between his tongue. He drifts lower to his jaw and down to his neck where he started to nip on his neck. At the same time, he brought one hand on Jimin’s nipple, tweaking the sensitive nub.

“Ah- Jeongguk,” Jimin sighs.

Jeongguk starts to grind down on to Jimin hips as he sucks harder on his neck, leaving his mark. Jimin tilts his head, giving him more access as Jeongguk began to suck harder and harder on his neck. He switches his hand, giving Jimin’s other nipple the same treatment. He rolls the nub between his index finger and his thumb, flicking it now and then. He could feel Jimin bulge growing and a wet patch soon appears on his slacks. He unbuckles Jimin’s belt and unzip his pants, he begins pulling his bottoms down, Jimin lifting his hips up to aid Jeongguk a little.

Jimin’s cock is shorter than that of Jeongguk’s but he makes up for it in thickness. Jimin’s hard – his cock is of an angry red, throbbing with precum beading at the top. Jeongguk thumbs his slit, smearing precum all over his length.

“I’ll be right back,” Jeongguk says.

He gave Jimin a soft peck on his lips before hopping of him, leaving a confused Jimin on his couch. Jeongguk returns shortly with a box of condoms in one hand and a bottle of lube in another. Jimin watches in excitement as Jeongguk squeezes the contents of the bottle on his fingers. He rubs the lube between his fingers before prodding one at Jimin’s entrance. He uses his thumb to spread Jimin’s cheeks and pushes his fingers in. Jimin flinches at the sudden intrusion, Jeongguk looks up to Jimin, pausing his actions. Jimin nods his head, encouraging him to continue. He adds a second finger and began to scissor his fingers inside of Jimin. Jimin begins to thrust back on Jeongguk fingers, hands searching for something to hold on to.

Jimin eyes shot open in surprise as he felt something wet and cold entering him. Jeongguk begins to thrust his tongue in in tandem with his fingers. He increases his pace and brought one arm up to rest on Jimin’s waist to prevent him from choking Jeongguk (not that he minds, but still). Squelching sounds filled the room and Jeongguk continues sucking on his hole. His pants getting tighter by the second. He removes his fingers and wrap them around Jimin’s length, giving it a couple light pumps. Jimin moans loudly, as his hands begins to pull on Jeongguk’s hair.

“More please, Jeongguk,” Jimin begs and who is Jeongguk to deny?

His fingers leave Jimin’s member and he buries three fingers into Jimin’s clenching hole joining his tongue in feeling around his inner walls. Jeongguk kept his gaze on Jimin’s face, changing the angle of his thrusting according to the sounds and expressions Jimin makes. At one particular thrust, the elder’s eyes flew open and a lewd moan escapes his mouth. Jeongguk continues to prod the bundle of nerves, as Jimin’s moans bounce off the walls of the apartment, his toes curl in pleasure. Jeongguk can feel Jimin clenching around his tongue and fingers, just then, Jimin tugged harshly on Jeongguk’s hair, wanting his attention.

“Want to come with you,” he pants.

Jeongguk removes himself from Jimin and watches his hole clench around nothing as he started to remove his jeans. Jimin whines at the loss of his fingers but was soon replaced with Jeongguk’s cock accompanied with a sharp, piercing sensation.

Jimin hisses at the sudden intrusion. Jeongguk sits back on his haunches and hitches Jimin legs up, wrapping them around his waist. He looks at the sight below him, halting any movement, to give Jimin the time to adjust. Jeongguk rubs his sides, soothing him. He bends down, chest nearly touching Jimin’s and wipes a stray tear off his cheeks. He gave him a chaste kiss on his eyes before he plunges all the way in, bottoming out. Jimin digs his heels into Jeongguk’s ass, pushing him deeper into. He rests his forehead against Jimin’s, sweating dripping down the bridge of his nose and onto his partner’s face. Jeongguk grunts as his continues to pound into him with fervour, skin slapping against skin.

Jimin screams in pleasure as Jeongguk found his prostate. He circled his hips pressing against his sweet spot. Jimin is a moaning mess, hair matted to his face, droplets of perspiration trickle down his temple. Jeongguk brushes his bangs out of his eyes and intertwines his hand with Jimin’s. He noses Jimin’s inner wrist, lips ghosting over his skin as he trails his mouth upwards towards his shoulder, to his neck, his jaw, and his lips. He nibbles lightly on Jimin’s lower lips as his free hand started to stroke his neglected cock. He started clenching harder around Jeongguk’s cock, nearing his release. At the point where Jimin is about to release his cum, Jeongguk halts all movement and smirks, “Not yet.”

He kisses the pout of Jimin’s face before lifting him off the sofa, still inside of him. Jimin places both his hands on Jeongguk’s shoulder and started bouncing in his hold, desperate for release. Jeongguk dives into the junction between his shoulder and neck, Jimin is a mixture of sweet and musky. He smells like coffee beans and cocoa, with a tinge of sweet vanilla bean. Jeongguk’s intoxicated, he could smell Jimin all day. Jimin continues riding Jeongguk’s cock, his neglected erection rubbing against their bodies as he bounces, precum spattering all over.

“Look behind you, Jimin.”

He looks over his shoulder and met Jeongguk’s gaze in the mirror. The same mirror he helped Jeongguk fixed a couple of days ago. Jeongguk has his hands on Jimin’s cheeks, spreading them open. His grip frim and steady, not a hint of unstableness, ready to take over whenever Jimin tires out. Whereas Jimin looks like a wreck, his neck marked with reds and purples, lips raw and swollen, sweat dripping down his already wet hair. Jeongguk turns around so that Jimin is now facing the mirror while bring his ass down to Jeongguk’s hips. He brought his finger to circle his rim, tantalising him. Jimin tilts Jeongguk’s chin upwards, meeting his lips in a sloppy kiss. His thrusts become slower and weaker; Jeongguk lets Jimin down, before sliding out of him. He holds on to Jimin petite waist, preventing him from losing balance on his trembling limbs. Jimin’s spent, and he hasn’t even come yet. Jeongguk flips Jimin around so that both of them are facing the mirror. He traces Jimin’s abdomen, fuck, his hands are everywhere and Jimin is in state of euphoria.

“You are so fucking beautiful, Jimin.”

Jimin hums in reply and bends forward, hands on either side of the mirror sticking his ass up. Jeongguk took the lube from the couch pour a liberal amount on his cock, lubricating his shaft. Without a warning, he pushes his scorching length all the way, bottom in. Jimin tenses up at the intrusion, letting out a low growl.

Jeongguk has his hands wrapped around Jimin’s waist, holding him up. He rubs circles on his hip bones as he kisses the knobs of Jimin’s spine. He began thrusting slowly into Jimin, firm grip on Jimin’s waist, soothing him. He brings his body down, chest touching Jimin’s back. He licks the shell of his ear and felt Jimin shiver under his hold. “Ah...Jeongguk, f—faster,” he pleads.

Jeongguk presses Jimin up against the mirror as he picks up his pace. Jimin moans as he felt the cold surface of the mirror cool down his body heat. Jeongguk digs his fingers into his hips, as he pounds into Jimin relentlessly. Jimin screams in pleasure as Jeongguk found his prostate, fucking him into oblivion. Jeongguk’s hand drift to the elder’s shaft, lubricating it with leftover lube on his hand. He pumps Jimin’s cock in tandem with his thrusting. Jimin presses his cheek against the cool glass, moans slipping out of his mouth in the form of Jeongguk’s name; fogging up the glass. He grips the borders of the mirror so hard, that his knuckles turned white. Jimin came with a scream, shooting ropes of whites into Jeongguk’s palm, some landing on the mirror.

“I’m c-close,” Jeongguk pants. With a couple more thrusts, he spilled his cum inside of Jimin’s walls. He continues fucking Jimin through his orgasm as Jimin rests his forehead against the mirror. He took Jeongguk’s cum-covered hand and brought it up to his lips, kissing each fingertip lightly before lick the cum off his hand.

“Fuck,” Jeongguk growls. He pulls out of Jimin, cum trickling down his thighs. He brought his hand down, scooping up what he can and pushes it into Jimin’s mouth. He laps it up hungrily.

With whatever energy he had left, he carries Jimin to his bedroom and plops him down on his bed. He grabs a couple of wet wipes and starts to clean before the cum dries up. He returns to bed after disposing the wipes to see Jimin curling up on his side, eyes drooping. He gave Jeongguk a soft smile as he pats the space besides him.

Jeongguk crawls into bed, tucking Jimin’s head into the crook of his neck as he kisses the top of his head. Jimin drapes his arm across Jeongguk’s waist, pulling him in as he snuggles into his warmth, drifting off to sleep. Jeongguk cards his hand through Jimin’s hair and smile before closing his eyes.

This was definitely not what Jeongguk was expecting when he meets Jimin.

(Few days later, Namjoon came over to Jeongguk house for movie night, he passes the mirror as he made his way to the kitchen.

“Hey, Guk?”

“Yeah?”

“What’s that stain on your mirror?” He asks as he points to the dried cum on the mirror, raising a brow.

Well, fuck.

Yup, definitely not what Jeongguk was expecting.)

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HOUR 2 (JJK)

STUCK SERIES - HOUR 2

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader Themes: high school au, badboy & fuckboy jungkook Genre: Fluff Word Count: 1,081 Summary: After being labelled the school’s biggest bad boy, Jeon Jungkook chooses to live up to the title. What he doesn’t know is that his arrogance will lead him to you.

HOUR 1 | HOUR 3 | MASTERLIST

“Kookie?” He asks, straying away from the point. You cuss and apologize quickly, trying to take back your words. “It’s kind of redundant if I keep saying Jungkook but I’ll stop, I swear. I’m sorry if that was weird or something.” Your cheeks turn red and he reaches closer to removes your hands from hiding your face and you blush even more, telling him to leave you alone.

“No no no… I like that.”

An hour later, both of you are literally talking about your entire lives while ransacking the food hall for any more chips and snacks you can take with you to the bleachers. Jungkook ends up picking a lock with ease and you get a bunch of things you like. The area is open and windy so you resort to sitting in front of each other whilst munching on different brands of junk food. You’re drinking from your bottle when Jungkook tells you a particularly funny story which nearly causes you to spit out the water in your mouth. It’s 8:40 at night and the stars are slowly becoming more prominent at the time, so you decide to gaze out. “Do you know anything about constellations?” He asks and you shake your head. “Big dipper, little dipper. That’s as far as my knowledge on constellations goes. Do you know anything about them?” All of a sudden, he begins to blurt out so many different kinds, pointing them out and telling me so much about the history of the star clusters to the point that I shut up, barely trying to understand anything he’s saying. I’m simply staring at him and how happy he is while telling me about the stars because wow- he knows a lot. It’s weird to see another expression on his face which isn’t a smirk or a passive look. The way he talks about the sky is passionate and genuine and for a second I think about how the real, authentic, constellation-nerd Jeon Jungkook might actually be hiding under a bad boy mask which he was so abruptly labelled back in sophomore year. Maybe he was just another kid stuck in the body of a sex god forced to live under the standards that the harsh high school society demands from people like them. Maybe it’s because of his friends, maybe it really is because of himself but this is the kind of Jungkook nobody sees when he walks past the corridors with an arrogant expression on his face alongside his group.

It’s a reputation they made for themselves and to see him talk freely and prove at least a few of my old opinions on him wrong. “See that one’s called Cygnus or the Northern Cross. It’s a bit faint right now because you can see it best next month but it’s there anyway.” He continues and you place your elbow on the table and rest your chin on your palm. For some reason, he seems more interesting than what he’s currently talking about which should be worrisome to but you really care less at this point. “Jungkook, did you study about constellations?” you ask, looking straight into his eyes. Your question seems to take him aback and he quickly replies but for some reason, he seems defensive. “Look okay I know it’s weird and nerdy and shit but I swear I just wanted to know and I was a bit curious so stop judging me for-” “-I’m not judging you.” “There’s nothing bad about learning about someth- what?” “I’m not judging you, Jungkook. I think it’s kind of nice and fascinating how much you know about them. It’s cool.” He grins and I can see him begin to relax once again. “You think?” “Yeah.” You reply, smiling back at him. At this point his eyes seem brighter than any of the stars in the sky. “It’s just that people think it’s weird sometimes… how I’m supposed to be a bad boy but they expect that I’m passionate about nothing or that I’m an airhead. Surely you’re one of the first people that hasn’t judged me about that.” “Are you serious?” You say, not believing him for once second except he nods to show me that he really isn’t joking around. “Well fuck them! And fuck your stereotype, I’ve only been speaking to you for like an hour and a half but you don’t seem to be as bad as some people make you out to be.” “Shit, I guess I really needed that. Thanks, Y/N. I mean it’s hard to live up to the group sometimes. We have this whole bad boy- fuckboy reputation going on but once we’re together we’re literally just a bunch of dorks and shit. We just don’t want to show weakness, I guess.”

You sigh, sad about how the high school hierarchy goes- show your weak side and everyone will take it against you. You couldn’t blame them. It was a survival game and you were lucky enough to have nobody messing with you and your group of friends. After all, you guys were outgoing enough but not the kind of outgoing you’d regularly see at parties. All of you cared about your grades and none of you would waste a Friday to go get drunk when you could sleep your ass off regularly. “I understand, Kookie. This school is a damn hellhole anyway.” “Kookie?” He asks, straying away from the point. You cuss and apologize quickly, trying to take back your words. “It’s kind of redundant if I keep saying Jungkook but I’ll stop, I swear. I’m sorry if that was weird or something.” Your cheeks turn red and he reaches closer to removes your hands from hiding your face and you blush even more, telling him to leave you alone. “No no no…” He places his hands on your cheeks, caressing them softly. “I like that…” You’re positive your skin is warm under his touch and it’s probably weird how he’s holding you like that but when his gaze is that captivating, everything else disappears. You don’t know how long it takes before you speak up. “You do?” “Yeah…” The thing is, both of you are facing each other directly with each of your legs on either side of the bleacher’s bench. You’re stuck like that, simply staring at each other’s features but suddenly, you drop your water bottle and you snap out of the trance you were in. Your face burns up and you quickly put your legs on the front of the bleachers, leaving him to face your side. Both of you are rendered speechless for a while because what is there to talk about? It’s warm in the field- too warm because it’s still a bit early in the night and you’re desperate to break the thick tension so you get up. “Hey Kookie, we should probably find the maintenance room or something.“

FUCK ME UP SOFT FUCKBOY JEON JUNGKOOK!!! Okay i know i said i’d upload this like two days ago but :)))) I didnt feel well that day so here u go. Also part one is up and you should probably read that if you haven’t already, link is at the top of this page. COMMENT!!! TELL! ME! WHAT! YOU! THINK! and send me requests, im all open and wish me gluck school is hell <3

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