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#fic: wanderlust with you
anja-the-sane-panda · 8 months
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Soooo
I know there's very little linking Wanderlust to Selios buuutttttt
imagine
Wanderlust being to make himself giant like she can
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random-tree · 7 months
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You begin reading the fic "Wanderlust of the Golden Witch" and at first you think it is:
Oh if Battler was trans it would have made everything so much better
Then you get to the end of it and you realise that, no, actually, the fic is about how:
If George was a trans ally he would have made everything so So Much Worse
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ilovewritingiswear · 1 year
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New update! VERY happy about this one ;)
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wren-of-the-woods · 2 years
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WIP Wednesday
It is very much not Wendesday and I was tagged a while ago but I’m finally doing this! Many thanks to the lovely @wanderlust-t for tagging me <333
Rules: post a snippet of whatever you’re currently working on, no more than 300 words, and tag five other writers.
It happened, as so many earth-shattering revelations did, when Jaskier was in the middle of telling a stupid story. 
This particular story was one of his best: a tale of a misadventure from his university days which involved a sack of potatoes, a badminton racket, and an extremely disgruntled duck. Jaskier had just got to the most ridiculous part and was putting his whole heart into the performance, gesturing enthusiastically and even going so far as to act out the scene with a pinecone standing in for the duck. He did a dramatic version of the professor’s shocked screeching, of his own horrified delight, and then—
And then Geralt laughed. 
Geralt laughed, long and loud and happy, and it was the most beautiful thing Jaskier had ever heard. Nothing he would ever compose could compare to this moment, to the unhidden happiness on Geralt’s face and the sound of his voice. Geralt was laughing. Jaskier had made him laugh. Before the moment was even over, Jaskier knew that he would do anything to hear that sound again.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered under his breath, abandoning the story for the moment, and Geralt must have somehow heard him because the expression on his face, startled and almost awed, was even more gorgeous than before. 
Oh. Oh, shit. Jaskier was in love.
Jaskier was in love with a ghost. 
Well. That was awkward. That could very easily become a problem, or at least a good way to break his own heart. 
Jaskier thought he might be all right with getting his heart broken, though, if the reason for it was so very beautiful. 
Tagging @seidenbros @karolincki @ghostinthelibrarywrites @penandinkprincess @yellow-feathered-faerie and anyone else who wants to give it a go! <3
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isekyaaa · 1 year
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Sometimes I want to do like community events, but I always assume that nobody would be interested in it like a fic exchange event or a themed event, so I just end up not even trying.
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callsignfate · 6 months
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Personal Exile
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(fem!reader x Valeria fic that was voted on! Part two is almost done, so it will be posed today or tomorrow. No use on Y/N or R/N. No major character death. Talk of death and mention of death.)
Part One/ Part Two/ Part Three/ Part Four/
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Exiled. That's the word you used to describe yourself. Deadly. Others would call you. Of course, that's what being ex-military meant. You were trained to take lives on command. You realized soon enough that the men ordering you to kill were nothing but power-hungry men who relished the sight of blood on the battlefield. They didn't care who got in the way as long as the order was executed.
You didn't like that, the ceaseless cycle of death, with the numbers rising every second. Sadly, you knew that's how the world worked. The countries with money and power had the upper hand. Death was inevitable, whether it was your own or others', you couldn't stop it. It would catch up with you eventually.
You left the military. The day was bittersweet, although not exactly professional. You didn't bother with paperwork or wait for your never-ending contract to expire; you simply disappeared. Officially, you were deemed "killed in action." That's the story you crafted, at least. You wanted nothing more than to leave, so you did. You never said goodbye to the men or women working with you. Never told them of your treason.
Raised by a family deeply who's lives were and are consumed by the military, where dying on the field was considered the most honorable act one could perform, that's what you had given them. Technically.
You lived life unpredictably, like the wind in a storm, traveling until you grew bored. Your wanderlust eventually brought you to Las Almas, a town where corruption even tainted the military. It almost felt like the place where you could live.
You heard quickly of 'El Sin Nombre', he was supposed to be everywhere. He was. You observed people tracking your every step: military personnel, police officers, and even children. Their watchful eyes followed you wherever you went in the streets, regardless of what you were doing.
He was everywhere, although he was never seen by the public. A faceless leader, the Las Almas population seemed to adore, with their corruption tactics you could clearly see.
You didn't stay in Las Almas, but rather nearby, so you could visit the odd place whenever. Your curiosity of how exactly it function knawed at your mind to unravel it, even if it was for yourself.
Finding a boring job seemed out of your scope. You were born and bred for the military, which trained you for killing. You decided one night when a woman who was looking for her daughter came up to you, begging for your help to find her.
Your heart ached when you heard the police refused to help her because the last known location for the girl was Las Almas. You agree willingly, although at first you don't know where to start.
Wandering Las Almas for hours until you see what looks like the little girls hair and clothes from the picture the distraught mother gave you. You quickly move through the crowded streets as you weave in between the men and women quickly. You keep your body low as you move towards the door, you see a man leanding her in by her hand through. You open the door slowly to hear nothing but loud male voices arguing in Spanish. The dark hallway sheltering you from their view as you take silent slow steps towards the voices.
You freeze as one of the men take a step back, exposing their back to the dark hallway. the side of his head barely visible, the little girl on the opposite side of him holding his hand. The arguments didn't cease, their yelling covering up your footsteps and presence.
The little girl had grown bored of the arguing and began pulling on the man's arm, whining that she was bored. The man let go of the little girl's arm as she started to twirl and play. Then, she saw you. Your body urged you to freeze as the little girl stared at you like a deer caught in headlights while you remained crouched in the dark hallway. Desperately, you pulled out the picture of the little girl and her mother from your pocket and pointed at it. Adrenaline surged through your veins as you silently prayed she wouldn't alert the men to your presence.
Thankfully, the girl smiled and walked towards you, muttering 'mamá'. The men were so engrossed in their argument that they hadn't noticed the little girl's disappearance. You handed her the pictures to keep her quiet as you held her close and slowly backed up towards the door you had entered through.
The man looked around frantically for the little girl, now in your arms. His eyes scanned the area around his feet before slowly glancing down the hallway, where he spotted you and the little girl.
"Hey!" The man's voice rang out loudly, causing the argument to come to a sudden halt. You swiftly drew your pistol from your pants, stood up, and pushed the girl behind you protectively. You aimed quickly at him as he reached for his own gun.
The small bang of your gun made the little girl yelp in fear as the man fell. Not giving the rest of the men any time to react, you picked her up and sprinted out of the house. Numerous eyes watched you as you ran, clutching the little girl in your arms, before a car blocked your path. You came to a sudden stop and scanned your surroundings frantically.
Endless eyes were fixed on you, endless people observing, though they didn't move towards you. A woman stepped out of the vehicle with short black hair and a dark green vest over form-fitting clothes. She was beautiful but posed a threat. Her gaze bore into you with a cocky, amused smile.
"I bet El Sin Nombre would love to know that you killed one of their men and are holding a piece of leverage," she said in a smooth, confident voice, fully aware of your actions.
Your eyes locked onto hers as you held the little girl tightly, your gun now pointed at the ground. She was clearly reading you like an open book, scanning your attire and body. Her confidence was palpable, and she waved off the men who had been pursuing you. She took a step towards you, and instinctively, you took a step back, keeping a close eye on the woman.
"I'd love to tell El Sin Nombre that the man I killed practically handed his life over," you retorted, offering her an equally cocky smirk. You remained focused on her, ignoring the men behind you who were observing the situation closely.
She scoffed, her jaw tightening as her eyes assessed your every move. She waved her hand, dismissing the men who had been following you and took another step closer. You mirrored her, taking a step back, never letting your guard down.
"I doubt El Sin Nombre would appreciate you calling one of their men an easy target," she replied, her lips pursed, her gaze never leaving you.
"El Sin Nombre can kiss my ass," you hissed, maintaining your defiant posture and returning her confident gaze. You felt the little girl's arms clutching your shirt tightly as she clung to you.
The woman regarded you with a flat expression, then offered a subtle smile. "You're asking for a death wish."
You matched her smile with your own. "Yea, well, let's just say I'm used to wishing for death, and it hasn't caught up with me yet. This little girl isn't leverage; she's a human being who wants to go back to her mother. Move out of the way so I can make that happen, or another one of El Sin Nombre's men dies," you declared boldly. You could feel the girl's arms gripping your shirt as she held onto your neck tightly.
The woman maintained her unwavering gaze. "I don't take orders, especially not from you."
Your arm snapped up, and without hesitation, you fired a shot at another one of the men who had chased the little girl from the apartment where you had rescued her. Your cold, dead stare remained locked onto the woman's eyes as you spoke, "It wasn't an order; it was a threat, and it still stands. Move."
To your surprise, the woman signaled her men to return to the line of cars behind the one she had exited. Her cocky smile had now faded, replaced by a trace of annoyance. She muttered something under her breath in Spanish as she climbed into the car. "You will pay your debts to El Sin Nombre," she hissed before slamming the car door shut, and the vehicles sped away.
You immediately started jogging, holstering your gun quickly to hold the little girl tightly in your arms as you made your way back to where you had last seen her mother. Upon reuniting the little girl with her mother, you watched the touching scene as mother and daughter embraced. Even though you were on the outskirts of Las Almas, you couldn't shake the feeling that someone was always watching, their eyes following your every move.
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its-time-to-write · 10 months
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masterlist
i figured it was time to make one. it's in order based on when i wrote it. please, please let me know if a link is broken/mislabeled!!
*81 fics*
All of these are Jamie Tartt x reader
dress
Jamie and Keeley buy you a dress for the benefit gala
three times 'cause i've waited my whole life
secret relationship to engagement
you're losing me
first kid
don't make this any harder
Jamie wants to take you to Brazil, you’re both idiots
would hit him in a heartbeat now
Your ex boyfriend is a footballer and also a douche
silent sleepers
Jamie contemplates your relationship on the team bus
what it is
Jamie is sick ft. Roy
don't go wasting your emotion
Secret relationship + you own a bookshop! Ft. Roy and Keeley
you know, you'll always know me
You’re a famous singer! Congrats!
i don't know how you keep smiling/i'm just choking almost constantly
Jamie’s dad is a douche
i'll still be right next to you my dear
Jamie is a dad
can't really say i'm enjoying it now
Yikes it’s a breakup fic, but happy endings only in this house
mine of you with me
Reader and Jamie go semi-public with their relationship
today's a day like any other
The Tartt family thru the years
there's orange juice in the kitchen
Oof ouch period cramps
i can't breathe without you
Nate kisses you w/o consent
damned if i do give a damn what people say
You’re a theater actress! How exciting!
island made of faith
People think Jamie’s dumb, and he’s not
take your time while you're mine
You’re Roy’s other sister ft. all the Kents
honey, i'll give you all my time
Vienna. Enough said.
feeling fragile can't you tell
Jamie gets hurt
wrote all your lines in the script in my mind
Oh no! Some girl kissed Jamie and it wasn’t you! + Colin as the bff
stick together like glitter
Babysitting Phoebe + angst
your mind is not your friend
Angst + comfort after you have a bad hookup
chasing shadows in a grocery line
You’re pretty sure you have a hot stalker
don’t go yet
Tee hee protective Jamie at a club
kicking myself to keep from crying
The morning after your mind is not your friend
i think we could do it if we tried
High school sweethearts reunited after 6 years🥺
i’m glad you exist
You and Jamie go to a wedding
send for me
BREAKING: shit day at work made better by local boyfriend
tell me where to put my love
day off = food + snuggles
bored
The longest angst I’ve ever written. Def not the best angst I’ve ever written.
would it be enough if i never gave you peace
you’ve got baby fever and your pretty sure it’s going to kill your brother
wishing on every one
You own a flower shop. It’s adorable.
lyrical eyes, indigo smile
Bea meets the team for the first time!
something to rely on
You storm the pitch and smooch your bf
flipped the script
Enemies to lovers slow burn (or maybe fast burn, idk)
i fancy you
London Boy by ms. T. Swift
you don’t want to know me
Jamie shows up at your door after s.1 Man City
you’re in the kitchen humming
Post-Mom City
family that i chose
For the child-free girlies!
never wanted you to hate me
Pt. 2 of you don’t want to know me
wonderstruck
BFF Keeley tells you to give her awful ex a chance
in love with an idea
idk it’s like a confession of love? kinda cute
sinking into your worn-out mattress
Touch-deprived therapist! reader
you’re a mansion with a view
just two footballers doing an England promo, nothing to see here
i know what i’m doing
Post-Roy/Jamie locker room hug after Man City
wonder what it’d be like
Jamie tries to win you back
if only love were true
You’re a single mom in dire need of a plus-one
i know now it’ll pass
It’s hard to love someone when you’ve been told you don’t deserve it
the way it goes
The Greyhounds are protective of Jamie
how to love being alive
Idk this one’s like whatever and also supes long
there is happiness
GEORGIE GEORGIE GEORGIE
it’s just wanderlust
Relationship soft launch
glitter on the floor
You like to knit. You also think you’re a comedian.
maybe tomorrow you’ll know
The “he’s a prick to everyone but her” trope
hustling for the good life
I swear this is my last chaptered fic
let’s fall in love for the night
Kent!reader is having a baby
soft hands hit the jagged ground
friends w/benefits
for you, there’ll be no more crying
anxiety at work + bf jamie
smile at me
there was only one bed!!!!
slow motion double vision in rose blush
happy b-day Jamie Tartt
half-moon eyes
it’s just a question!
can’t hear my thoughts (i cannot hear my thoughts)
I’m allowed to write what i want, ok???
here in my arms
more Kent!reader + a baby named George
coffee at midnight
prick coach wakes you up bc of your prick boyfriend
healing me fine
Just a lil engagement fic for ya
i don’t know anything
if you’re interested in Bea
right words at the right time
It’s a wedding fic
move fast and keep quiet
boxer!reader + smitten Jamie
not saying you’re in love with me
You meet over Bantr!!!
we could be so good
Jamie comforts you after a bad date
i hold it like a grudge
i don’t even know how to describe this one but u might cry
there for you
sick fic
before you go
physio!reader
you’ll probably date her
chronic illness + childhood friends. gotta love it
feel it burn
Gym anxiety
play it back
Old movies of bb Jamie
ours
Thanksgivinggggg
light in the hallway
MORE Kent!reader
stuck by you
Bad family + good Jamie = fic
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vvh0adie · 9 months
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bonnet bust down
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pairing: jungkook x reader | type: oneshot | words: 7k | rating: 18+/M
Jungkook is jealous of a bonnet (yes, gurl), and because he can't ever take shit serious —as if he ever has— the ultimate battle begins.
⇴ genre/au: tooth rotting fluff | light crack | light angst | slice of life ‖ idol | boyfriend ⇴ persona: idol!jungkook | forensic tech!reader | needy!jungkook | willing!reader | possessive!jungkook | anxious!jungkook ⇴ cw: cussing | smut | cuddling | ebonics | words of praise | hurt comfort | jealousy | feelings of abandonment | overwhelment | career burn out | crying ⇴ dynamic: soft dom!jungkook x sub!reader ⇴ sw: dirty talk | groping | overstimulation | french kissing | tongue sucking | tongue fucking | public hair pulling | cunnilingus | anal fingering | vaginal fingering | unprotected vaginal sex | wining | humping | name screaming | sweating | nipple play | whimpering | full body orgasms | growling | mating press | downward dog ⇴ a/n: inspired by this thread from @jaehyunsblkgf cuz it was too funny. I had to make it raunchy too. prolly isnt that crack’d cuz i think this may be my softest fic yet. also metaphors/similes for brown pussies on point. periodt
masterlist | inbox
© vvh0adie 2022- [do not AI train/copy/repost/translate]
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Jungkook comes back from a recording session, swinging the door wide open till it hits the wall.
He stands there bright eyed, smiling at you. You, on the other hand, are surprised and slightly anxious of what’s to come.
A moment of silence goes by as light from your tablet illuminates your face. Then Jungkook lifts his fists up and raises his brows. You mimic his face, a giddiness rising within as you smile.
“I’m home!”
You chuckle, “I can see tha-”
He immediately rushes you, jumping onto the couch to wrap you into a big hug as he lays kisses along your neck.
Your hand shoots up, holding your tablet out the way as he moves to the other side of your neck. Jungkook hums, murmuring about how much he’s missed you. You giggle and rub his head, loving the feeling of his soft strands gliding between your fingers.
He’s your big baby. And by that fact, he’s crushing you.
“Kookie! Ah- You’re killing me.” He immediately raises onto his heels, staring at you all balled up with the tablet pressed to your chest. You’re so cute.
Whenever he tries to imagine you, his memory comes up short, always concluding that he can't possibly capture how divine you are. So when he's home, lovingly stalking you like a lost pup, he’s truly amazed at how hard you are to replicate. You need to be seen in person for one to fully grasp the magnitude of your beauty. And if you heard him say this out loud, you'd frown and shake your head. You're just too humble.
So all he says is “You're so beautiful, Baby,” and you giggle, hiding behind your tablet as your head tilts. Then you peer over the device, staring at each other's big, pretty eyes.
His beautiful brown eyes are full of youth and wanderlust. He’s truly a duality of man.
Just yesterday, you were on this very couch, legs spread wide and pushed back, feeling and listening to Jungkook eat your wet, glistening cunt, his dark gaze boring into you the entire time. And when he finally came up, his tongue glided over his pouty lips as drops of your slick dripped from his chin.
But right now, he’s so soft and needy. You truly believe he’d wither away like a faerie just from being away from you. Like he'd grow sad at the possibility of you not believing his existence or the magic that he brings to your life. So he needs to be near, reminding you of his undying love.
It hurts the way Jungkook gazes at you sometimes; like he has no control over how far he’d go to love you. And you often wish the boys would scold him to come to his senses, to hold himself in such high regard as you do. But you don't know when that time will come, so for now, you always make time for cuddles and kisses, like today because he needs your touch.
Setting the tablet on the coffee table, you raise up, cupping his face. Your thumbs smooth over the supple skin of his chubby cheeks as your eyes wander, taking in his beautiful visage: the soft slope of his big nose, curl of his long lashes and wet pout of his lips.
Your lips press to his with firm passion as you move to suck his bottom lip before peppering the top. He hums the entire time, making you smile.
“I love you so fucking much,” he says softly.
“I know.”
He whines, “____~” causing you to giggle. You peck him again, and when you pull back, he follows to push his tongue past your lips. You moan at his taste, your lashes fluttering as he releases you. Then you look at him with wanderlust. He cherishes every moment you spend in vulnerability with him.
You rub his cheeks. “I love you so much too, Jeon Jungkook.”
“You have to say the ‘fucking’ part.”
You snicker. Lord have mercy. He's so lucky he stirs such cute aggression within you or else you'd find the notion overkill.
“I fucking love you so fucking much, Jeon Jungkook,” you playfully growl, rubbing your nose against his.
A grin splays across his lips as his eyes scrunch; such a happy bunny. Your happy bunny.
From the corner of your eye, the tablet screen changes and you stretch to retrieve the device.
Your purchase window has timed out so you have to retype all your info. After sighing, you commence all the previous steps, feeling your legs come apart as Jungkook ducks in between the gap in your arms to lay on your chest.
Large hands find your thighs again, as he throws them around his waist and your feet lay against his back. Then he sighs, his warm breath hitting your neck as he nuzzles into it. His lips softly brush against you. And his body shifts against your’s, as he tries to get comfortable.
“I’m finna make you get up; be still,” you scold, slapping his butt, suddenly turning him into a mess of giggles and wiggles. You shake your head, still entering the info. You can’t be mad at him; he’s too darn cute.
You continue to settle him down by rubbing his butt and occasionally giving it a pat. Jungkook finally gets comfy, resting a hand behind your back and the other on your boob. It lays idle till he lightly squeezes your breast, thumbing over your nipple. You feel a light throb between your legs. Seems a cuddle isn't enough attention.
You feel him looking up at you before he kisses your sternum. Ugh~ he’s softly killing you, and yet if he knows, it's because cuteness comes naturally and he’s not looking to seduce you.
Finally scrolling to the bottom, you tap the ‘purchase’ button; afterwards your hand quickly finds refuge in Jungkook’s soft, dark curls. He hums at the way you massage his scalp; he’s really been needing it. His temples hurt from wearing headphones and listening to the same beat all day.
Jungkook eventually turns his head towards the tablet, prompting your chin to lift.
“What are you buying anyway?”
“A new bonnet.”
“Oooh! Yay.”
You laugh, “Boy, what are you ‘oohin’ for? You’re not the one wearing it.”
“I know but you look so cute in your little bonnet.”
“Well, this one isn’t little. I’m moving up a size ‘cause my hair has grown.”
He lifts to look at your hair in a puff on your head. It’s so shiny and defined. Though his mind drifts to your how you look like a little mushroom in your current bonnet. He finds it cute but it probably isn't good for your hair. Or rather it doesn't stay on.
“When does it get here?”
“In three days.”
“What color did you get?”
You giggle, loving how invested he can get into everything from your hairstyles, to your products.
You click the ‘x’ taking you to the product page.
“This one,” you say, pointing to the XL pink and purple bonnet with little Mangs sprinkled about. “Isn’t it cute?”
“...”
“Jungkook?”
“Uh~ Yeah. It’s got Mang without the mask.”
“Mmh hmm. Now, I have something of all the BT21 gang, but I thought I should upgrade Mang.”
“Did you only buy one?... I know how you like to switch them.”
“Nah, I’m feeling very purpley lately. I don’t think I’ll ever change it. Until it's worn out, of course.”
Jungkook suddenly gets up to stretch, giving you a peak of his tummy. Your hand snakes up his shirt, feeling his slightly taut abs and warm skin. And you giggle at the way he finches a bit when you accidentally tickle him. Jungkook smiles but it's different; more quaint than his toothy, cheerful one.
“You okay, Baby?”
“Yeah, long day; just tired.”
“Mh, yeah. Well, let's get a bath and go to bed, huh?”
He nods with a grin as you reach out for him to help you up. Then he takes your tablet, turning it off and tossing it onto the couch. His large hands circle your waist before he’s pulling you into a tight embrace. It lingers for some time as he begins to sway, waddling you two in a circle.
“Baby, what’s wrong?”
“Does something have to be wrong?”
“Mh, no~ But you've been very clingy, Bunny.”
“…I just missed you.”
You rub his back. “Jungkook, since your break, we’ve been together for six months. Did a few hours really make you this needy?”
“Yes,” he grumbles against your shoulder.
“Okay, okay, alright.” You pat his butt. “Let's get to bed then” You grab his hand and circle the couch, walking down the corridor to the bedroom. “Little spoon or big spoon?”
“Big,” he says with little hesitation, stealing a giggle from you.
“Why?”
He suddenly whines, surprising you. He doesn’t want to answer any more questions; he just wants to hold you, keep you away from everyone and give you kisses so you know how much he loves and needs you.
He kisses your neck. “Because I wanna be able to hit it from the back.”
“...Jungkook.” You pull back to look at his grinning face. He’s smiling but you can definitely tell something bigger is at play. Though, you don’t want to push it because it's clear that he just needs your comfort at the moment.
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Exhausted from a long day's work, the infamous boy band shuffles into the room before scattering to sit.
Jin sighs, “Man, that's a lot.”
“You think it's too much?” Hoseok asks. “Mmh~ I think we could pull it off but we’re definitely pulling all nighters.”
Jin sucks in a breath, tilting his head. “We’ll, see.”
Jimin bites his lip. “Maybe we should cut some stuff?”
“But we already curated everything with stuff Army really wanted. I'm scared to take anything off,” Tae pouts.
“Yeah…”
Everyone sighs before the room falls silent, though, it's not long till Jungkook breaks it.
“_____ bought a new bonnet with Mang all over it,” he says casually, staring aimlessly at the ground, his eyes wide and still as his lips move.
Some smile; others snicker, watching his brow furrows as he continues to not stare at the floor.
Hoseok jokes. “What? You think you’ll be sleeping with me? What's wrong with that, Jungkook?”
Jungkook scratches under his lip. “Nothing ‘cept it’s on her head.”
Jimin laughs, “You’re acting like Hobi’s putting his crotch in her face.”
Jungkook gasps at the imagery, finally breaking his trance. “Don't say that~” He leans over and hits Jimin who can only laugh, finding Kookie way too cute.
They tussle for a bit; the others are completely unphased by their play; either casually watching or doing other things. Grunts and slapping fill the silence and overtake the blowing of AC, and staff’s footsteps along the halls.
Jimin finally manages Jungkook into a headlock. “Stop,” he says in a little pout, whooping Jungkook’s butt. The youngest suddenly slumps; his lips turning downward. He grumbles to which Jimin giggles, still holding his maknae by the head as he lays a cheek on top and begins to rock. Poor Jungkook seems to relax; now finding comfort in his embrace.
“There’s only one thing you can do, Kook-ah.” Jungkook turns to Namjoon who's scrolling on his phone.
“What?! Hyung. What? Tell me!” Jungkook’s face lights up, the fluorescence overhead reflecting sparkles in his eyes.
Namjoon grins at his eager dongsaeng. “You gotta make her forget.”
“...”
“You gotta fuck her,” a voice grumbles out before smacking.
Everyone turns to Yoongi resting on the couch with his head knocked back and his eyes closed. Suddenly Jungkook pulls his head from Jimin and crawls across the leather towards his hyung, sending snickers throughout the room at the skin sticking sounds he leaves behind.
“I do that, though; like three times a week. Maybe four with just foreplay, if I'm really good.”
Hoseok sputters into his fist, catching a glare from Jungkook.
“You gotta be rough and mean. Throw her around; call her names.” Jungkook just looks. “You don’t ever ‘Dumb-fuck’ her?”
“What? No, we have soft, sensual sex.” Jungkook smiles at his use of alliteration.
Yoongi tilts his head, opening his cat-like eyes to stare at their beloved maknae. His hand finds Jungkook's cheek, lightly patting. “My prodigal son. You can be rough and sensual.”
Hoseok nods. “You dominate her, fuck her guts up-”
“Whoa.” Taehyung finally looks up from his phone, brows raised and eyes wide.
“As you kiss and tell her what she’s not going to do. They like that shit.”
“I know women like rough sex… Just the ones I've been with usually want me to degrade them.”
“All we’re saying is that ____ might be the type to like a rough fucking while being sweettalked.”
“Mmh~ She is really receptive to praise when I'm just slow.”
“Yeah, that works too. Slow and rough. Drives them crazy; turns them dumb.”
“You mean to tell me you two only fuck slow and soft?”
“Mh, yeah. It edges her out longer before she cums.”
“You have a lot to learn, lil’ bro.”
“Slow and rough,” Jungkook murmurs to himself. “Slow and rough.”
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As the elevator door opens, Jungkook is glad to see that there isn’t a package at his doorstep. He hums a lil’ ditty as he presses the key code and slips himself into the familiar comfort of his home’s scent: crisp, light, and cotton fresh.
Kicking his shoes off, Jungkook looks around before neatly putting his sneakers in the cubby.
“I'm home.”
Silence.
He rifles around his pockets, retrieving his keys and wallet to throw into the bowl.
You’re not in your usual couch spot and the door to the gaming room is closed, so you must be in the bedroom.
“I said ‘Kookie’s home’. Your number one lover… Actually, your only lover!”
Jungkook walks swiftly down the hall, swinging through the bedroom door frame to meet the sight of you. You’re humming a sweet little tune as your hips slightly swaying. He smiles, wandering your pajama clad figure.
And right on top of your head lies the infamously adorable Mang; looking just like their father with their cheery eyes and bright smile. Jungkook does have a habit of being rough with the BT21 children but he's never wanted so badly to punt one of them until now. He’s setting such a bad example for Cooky.
“Hey~ Baby.”
You hum, turning around to give Jungkook a crescent eyed smile. “Hello~ Pookie.” You shuffle towards him, arms stretched out till you can cup his face and mark him with kisses.
Jungkook hums against you, melting into your sweet taste. He needs you so badly like his life depends on it.
Suddenly you’re being lifted and thrown onto the bed. Jungkook kneels onto the comforter, his fingers fiddling with one another as he looks down at you with pleading eyes.
“Please.”
You wander over him. Your sweet baby boy. You don’t know what's going on but you want to make it go away. You have to because, maybe once he’s gotten his frustrations out, he’ll confess.
“Please, what, Kookie?” His bottom lip juts out despite knowing he has to be direct with his sexual needs.
“Can I… Can I fuck you?”
It's so cute the way he’s able to cuss and ask for such lewd things. You can already feel yourself getting wet as your pussy contracts, yearning to bring him home. And the throb of your heart lies deep within your clit.
“Yes, Bunny. You can fuck me.”
You lay down, tilting your head to watch him; your leg rubbing against the other as you feel the anticipation rising within.
Jungkook frantically begins to stripe, pulling his shirt from smooth, bronze skin. The flex of his abs drive you wild, wanting to touch him. Then he pulls both bottom down, lending his hard cock to spring free and touch his lower tummy.
Your eyes wander as you bite your lips. He’s so fucking delicious to look at; you think you could cum now.
The bed dips as he crawls to spread your legs open so that he can undress you.
You watch him admire you, his hands roaming your thighs then squeezing your exposed sides. You're so soft, looking so cute in your lace pajama set. The thin fabric lays taut against your pussy, imprinting your succulent slit and your perky nipples poke through the matching tank top.
Then he stares at the bonnet. Oh, you're so beautiful and it sits so perfectly, protecting your crown. How could he be mad? It isn't the bonnet nor is it true jealousy or anger, is it? It's a deep sadness. A profound yearning.
You're so pretty he needs you to know how he feels. He needs to thrust his love into you like a subliminal that engraves itself upon your eyelids. You need to think about him as much as he does you. But you do and a part of him knows this but his ego says you'll forget about him eventually with all the time you spend apart. Though, how can someone possibly forget Jeon Jungkook? It's simple really because only you could forget the intricacies of Kookie. Your Pookie. Your Bunny.
Jungkook’s emotions heighten as he frantically strips you. You gasp and whimper at his ferocity; his hands feeling everywhere and nowhere, driving you mad, making your clench furiously.
Once done, you lay in nothing but your bonnet and plush socks. His eyes move in a frenzy around your body, taking in your luscious curves, plump pussy and supple breast. He thumbs over your soft patch of hair, lightly tugging to watch the cute little expression on your face.
“Jungk~“
He bends down, shoving his tongue past your lips. You’re overwhelmed, falling into lust as his wet taste swirls around yours. He's over powering you and you relinquish control, letting him ravage your mouth. He lets up a little, breathing heavily. He's so needy. He's about to dive in again but your hand shoots to grab as you whimper.
Searching his face, his brow tenses with worry. You lay a hand to his cheek. “Kookie, calm down. I'm not going anywhere, Bunny.”
Jungkook looks at you with his deep browns as you catch the brief twitch of uncertainty etched onto his brow. He needs you so badly.
You cup his face, bringing him down to kiss; this time softly and slowly. He looks at you through heavy lashes, humming as your tongue invades his mouth. Licking into his inner lips, you occasionally seal a kiss.
Then you lick the expanse of his tongue before sucking the tip. He whimpers, his eyes finally rolling shut. He shuffles his hips closer, lightly teasing your slit with his leaking cock.
You gasp, releasing him. He looks down, seeing you bound by your essence.
“Fuck,” he whispers, closing his eyes and licking his lips.
You rub his cheek, your eyes gazing into one another as you urge him to kiss again. He’s so cute and vulnerable.
Expose your neck, you submit to him, moaning as he attacks your warm skin. His lips caress downward onto your throat, nipples, and soft tummy. He chuckles when your hips roll from his kisses to your inner thighs.
“Mmh~ I’m sorry, Baby, no teasing.” Jungkook thumbs spread you wide, watching your slit open with a messy pop. And your scent hits him as he marvels at your clenching hole. You’re so wet, and velvety like dewdrops on a brown orchid. Your pussy is begging to feed him as a little trickle of slick pushes past your hole, steadily spilling towards your tight rim.
You hear him rumble, breathing his warm breath onto your fold before it's replaced by the hot lapping of his tongue. You moan, arching your back as he slurps at your folds. Jungkook nips at them, pulling and prickling pain for your clit to feel pleasure.
You cry as he pushes your legs back and tucks his arms under. Jungkook’s ministrations are slow and maddening, his lips kissing, sucking, and licking your hole as it pulses to make out with him as well. You squirm when fingers rub your blushing clit, sending your head back and your voice to ring out.
But you really start to claw away when his tongue glides into your swollen pussy, thrusting and swirling around. Starting from your ass, he sucks up all your juices before spreading your pussy to spit. Jungkook sucks and bites your thigh, watching the essence slip into your hole.
Coming up, he graces you with his wet chin then wipes his mouth. And you touch yourself, gasping at how you’re dry everywhere but your pussy. You lift up to stare at him and he meets you with fire in his eyes. He’s a man on a mission.
Jungkook shuffles to line himself up, swirling his leaking tip around your entrance as it kisses him to enter. He hisses, sinking in slowly as your walls flutter to suck him in.
His hands caress up your thighs till he can press your legs against his shoulders. Then Jungkook comes back down, resting his forearms beside you while simultaneously driving his heavy cock deeper. You clench around him and he swallows your cries with a kiss as your hand presses to the back of his head. Jungkook slowly fucks into you and your hips accompany his as you both moan against each others open mouths.
Your back arches as he kisses your neck to your sternum. Jungkook whimpers, loving how flutter around him. He loves the sound of your pussy sucking him in, wanting to drain him mind, body and soul. He moves to lavs over your nipples whining but then he remembers.
Jungkook sits up, pulling out to gaze upon his glistening dick. Your slick needs to be creamy white and coating his cock because that's how he knows you’ve been fucked throughly; that he’s put his all in loving you down.
There would never be a reason to leave. If only he wasn't so busy then he’d be perfect for you. But if you knew he was thinking this it’d break your heart.
Spreading your legs, he stares at your pulsing hole and rosy clit. Your pussy, so dark and ripe for the taking.
You call his name timidly. The way Jungkook worships you is something you don't think you’ll ever get used to.
He runs a hand down your chest, stopping at your tummy then he grabs your breast, squeezing your nipples to perk. You moan, making the sweetest face. Jungkook rubs your hips, pecking your lips before his large hands flip you onto your belly. He lifts your hip then puts a pillow under. Your arch dips and your pussy spreads for him, a lone drop running to your clit. He bends down and kisses it away as you jump and moan. He rubs your ass growling as he takes a lap.
Jungkook comes up to stare at you spread out for him; ready to take his heavy cock in your tight little hole. And while you think it's kind of early for this position, your embrace around his cock is comfort that he needs.
He slowly enters and lifts you up by the throat, pressing your back to his broad chest. As you sink down onto his cock, he kisses your neck and squeezes your breast as he fucks up into you. You moan, putting your hands atop his as you try to bounce. His girthy cock nestles deep, curving to glide along your soft tissue. And deep circles rub into your clit and a pinch hardens your nipple. Your head throws back onto his shoulder and your toes wiggle.
Rising, he guides you on all fours, grabbing your ass as he fucks slowly. “Jungkook~”you whimper before gasping when he picks up the pace. Your limbs feel shaky and your head bobs as you moan his praise.
He switches it up, thumbs spreading your cunt as he eases in before thrusting hard. All your holes clench and tingle at the new sensation and your toes clench this time. Your hand shoots back to run over his abs as you look at him with lust. His dark gaze and thrusts cause your eyes to flutter as you bite your lip. You’re close.
“You like that, Baby?”
You nod, whining, “So fucking big.” You hiss. “Stretch my pussy out, Bunny.”
He thrusts again, becoming harder till your ass slaps against his toned thighs. Your leaking pussy sucks around him and he bends over onto your back to finger your clit. You bite your lip, looking at him as your brows knit. You look so fucking cute.
“There we go, Mama,” he whispers, laying his forehead to yours. Your breaths stir as you gaze into each other's eyes before he licks his lips and kisses you.
“Aaaah~ Fu-” Your legs shake as they try to close but Jungkook pushes them back open, continuing his menstruations on your swollen clit. The whole time there's darkness in his gaze. You don't know what happened today but it changed him.
Though, it really shocks you when he enters hard and drags out slowly. You feel every sculpted curve of his cock, causing you to cry out as your head hangs down and your eyes shut tight.
“Ah- Fuck! Jungkook, fuck my pussy. Ugh! Fuck me, n-”
He grins, grabbing your hair while in the bonnet. It slips off after a hard thrust, staying in his hands. You flop down, moaning loudly. He pulls back and you leak around him. You're not creamy enough yet.
“Oops…" He stares at the back of your head, watching your hair begin to spread and frame your face.
He knows the silky bonnet serves a purpose but he loves waking up next to you as the sun kisses your golden bodies. That must be what Adam saw when he was blessed to gaze upon Eve for another day.
But fuck, do you look so good on his cock in all your natural beauty. He wants to see your face contorting from pleasure as your hair manes around you. He fucking loves “Day 3 Hair” because its that perfect inbetween of defined and voluminous.
The universe knew to birth him after the 70s because he’d have been the greatest stone to ever roll; always surrounded by fine women with their “Big Hair, Don’t Care” attitude and the tightest daisy dukes and bell bottom rompers. But truthfully, he only needs one old soul in particular.
He simply shrugs, deciding not to put it back on. He’ll gladly suffer the consequences later. And knowing you, they're never that bad; only making his yearn for you stronger.
Feeling his hands leave your hips, his own stutter, sloppily thrusting into you as his dick tempts to slip out. What the fuck is he doing? He’s ruining your high and surely his too.
You whine, moving your hips to follow his cock. Not wanting it to slip out, you rock back, trying to find a rhythm. But you can’t really focus with the incessant rustling behind you.
“Who's the captain now?” You finally look over your shoulder, surprised to see the band of your bonnet slapping across Jungkook’s forehead.
“Bruh-“ You go to roll your eyes but Jungkook’s firm hands slap against your ass, digging crescent shapes into your supple skin. Spreading you wide, sweet searing pain pricks at your hole, Jungkook’s cock threatening to stretch and tear you apart. You whimper, but it's cut short by a quick and forceful thrust.
“Oh! Fuc-“
Jungkook watches you gasp as your eyes remain rolled back. Your brow tenses, and so does your grip onto the sheets.
He grins massaging your plump ass, allowing his hands to glide up your sides, squeezing your soft curves. Here comes his favorite part.
Jungkook begins to slowly drag out of you and is immediately stuttered by the clenching of your walls; only dragging his veiny cock even slower against your soft tissue.
You yelp, legs shaking and toes curling as you close your eyes and bite your lip. You’re losing control, your body moving to throw your ass back onto his thick cock.
“Yeah, Baby, fucking take this dick. Fuck me. Put that pussy on me. Fuck~” he growls, his head throwing back and his eyes shuting tight. Jungkook rubs your hips, but soothing measures mean little as you cry.
You’re probably too far gone, so all he can do is help coax you to climax. You whine, clenching hard to build up the sweet pain of impaling yourself on his massive cock.
"I know~ I know, Mama~ Let it out," he coos, feeling you flutter around him; you’re gonna milk him dry and he's gonna let you.
"Mmh~ Jungkook! Fuck my pussy, Baby," you gasp feeling his tip glide along your g-spot. You contract, squelching sounds between you as your slick spills around his cock.
He tilts his head, his face idle as he licks his lips. “I got you, Mama, hm? You like when I fuck this pussy, don’t you?”
“Yes~ Ugh Mmhph,” you cry into the covers.
“Okay, Mama, time to make these pretty legs shake. Gonna cum for me, yeah?” All you can do is give an incoherent cry.
Bending down, his large fingers wrap around your throat to lift you back onto your hands. Jungkook sets a light squeeze before slamming his hips into your ass, rippling waves like the silkiest chocolate.
It's an out of body experience: head airy as if you’re ascending to glory and white heat blooming behind your eyes. But in between you and your lover is hellfire burning; a sin so painful it makes you wet from pleasure.
“Uh uh uh!" Your legs shake and you feel the pressure rising. Each stroke coaxes your pussy to coat his cock in thick white slick as it runs down your thighs and his sack.
You clench and he hisses, slapping your ass. Jungkook spreads you again, watching your tight little rim spasm. Then he drags a thumb from your wetness to massage before pushing knuckle-deep into your asshole.
“Aaah~ Jungkook, no,” you cry, your legs shaking as your hand finds his wrist. But he quickly throws it off, staring at you with dark eyes.
“Stop?” he asks, though, you quickly shake your head, making sure to give him a few pulses of your pussy to suck him back in. But Jungkook pulls out anyway, watching you writhe and cry. He desperately wants to coax you into overstimulation.
Maneuvering you onto your back, Jungkook comes down on top of you, bringing your hands overhead. His dark eyes admire your bouncing breast then his lips wrap around your nipples, lending his tongue to caress them with deep swirls and the light grazing of his teeth. Then he pecks up your throat to find his way back to your soft lips.
Jungkook’s thrusts never falter as you moan against each other, never fully able to seal a kiss. He needs release. He needs to mark his claim into you. So he lets his mind slip into his darkest desires to intertwine his soul with yours.
“Don't ever buy anything that doesn’t represent me ever again,” he growls into your ear. You know he's just in the moment and that the bonnet isn't really the problem. He’s just silently screaming for your attention. And you can’t help but scream his name as he sucks your neck while jackhammering into you.
Jungkook’s fingers interlock with yours as his wet taste invades your mouth once more, sucking and swirling. You’re overcomed, feeling fucked out; eveything’s dizzy and numb except your pussy.
You can feel every throbbing vein and drag of Jungkook’s cockhead against your soft tissue and you can’t escape the sound of your messy, wet cunt running down your ass and his thighs, merging you together in blasphemy. Through blurry eyes, you gaze at your lover, sweat dripping from his face cooling your hot skin, his brows tense as he focuses, the veins riding up his golden skin.
You hiccup his name and Jungkook stares at you with longing before pressing a hard kiss. Then he slips into your neck to release his grunts and whimpers onto soft skin. And his cock pumps inside of you, shooting his hot white load against your cervix. Jungkook moans into your ear causing you to clench; in turn overstimulating him to writhe as you milk him.
Your fingers lazily glide along his back and you press your face against his to take in his scent. It's so enticing; his natural musk permeating the air. You almost want him to fuck you again right away, but you know its just primal.
Instead, you lay silent, feeling and listening to each other's staggered breaths.
Jungkook’s eyes close to basking in your scent as well. Your hand cascades up to rub his head, but you stop at the silky feel of your bonnet. You manage a tired smile.
Jungkook suddenly lifts up. “It’s so fucking hot,” he mumbles. The band is pushed down onto his brows, causing you to giggle. You pull the bonnet off, cringing at the damp feel. It's already in need of another wash. Things truly don't last with a man in the house.
“Phew,” Jungkook sighs, running a hand through his hair. His curls have sweated out but it's not dripping like usual. Maybe there was an upside to his antics.
“See there.” You click your tongue. “You can't even handle a damn bonnet.”
“Pssh~ You can't handle this dick,” Jungkook quips, grabbing his base to swiftly pull out. Your arm shoots out to dig blunt nails into his arm, and you’re shocked as he grins watching you shake through an orgasm.
Jungkook lays his cock between your pussy lips, purposely brushing his tip against your clit, aiding in the release of his warm load. It sputters out of you and he hums at the sound.
A hand comes under your neck, tilting your head back so he can kiss your glistening throat as you reel. Lifting up, he watches your eyes roll back. He smiles a little; you're so cute. He like fucking you dumb now. Jungkook’s thumb rubs over your baby hairs as he watches your hand clench. He presses his lips into your palm to kiss.
You finally settle, whining. “I know, Baby. Your pussy’s still sensitive, hm?” His tone is sly and cocky. “Want me to do it again? Hm?”
You remain still, pondering it over, but then your head lazily shakes. Jungkook chuckles, “Okay,” kissing your cheek then your lips. You hum, wrapping your body around him as he cups your face with one hand while the other rubs your side.
Releasing you, Jungkook’s firm hands squeeze your curves then travel up to grab your breast as he kisses your sternum. He lays an ear to your chest, listening to your heart as he comes down like a weighted blanket onto you, shielding you with warmth.
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You two lay in bed as he spoons you with his leg thrown over your waist. He’s nuzzled into your neck, his tongue laving against your hot skin, sucking and nipping.
He moans with you as you squeeze his hand interlocked with yours. He grinds his soft cock against your ass, whimpering.
“Huh, fuck-“ he sighs. “I love you so fucking much.” His embrace gets tighter.
“I love you so fucking much too, Jeon Jungkook.” He looks up to gaze at your side profile as a grin spreads on his lips. Then he gives an open mouth kiss to your cheek, making you giggle.
It’s wet and sloppy. “Ew!” you whine, wiping your face.
“You like it wet and nasty,” he quips, his brows tensing like he’s the offended one. You’re shocked, titling your head to decide if he’s really fucking with you. But all you can do is chuckle before you try to roll out of his embrace.
You two tussle a bit as he tries to rangle you back. He pulls you closer, lifting up to cage you with his body even more as he attacks your neck. You squeal, your shoulder raising to shield you.
His determination tires you out and you simply hum at the way he kisses your back up to nip your ear. He maneuvers his hand under yours, interlocking your fingers again so that he can grab your breast, lightly rubbing over your nipple.
The room goes silent again as Jungkook’s arm under your head moves up so his hand dangles over your bonnet. He touches the silk material, eyes wandering over the cute purple chipmunks.
“I hope you know I’m not finna stop wearing this bonnet,” you finally say, turning slightly to face him. His brows raise as he wanders your face. Is he even listening? Yes, he is, your face is just his best point of focus; ebbing his mind to tranquility.
“You saw how expensive it was,” you pout, causing him to smile. “…And I’m not about to let you become some asshole boyfriend who wants to control me.” He finally looks you dead in the eye, his smile faltering. You can’t tell what he’s thinking, causing your pulse to spike a bit.
But soon he’s leaning to kiss you. “Thank you,” is all he says afterwards, caressing your face.
You swallow, now ready to confront him.
“Bunny…”
He hums, rubbing his thumb along your baby hairs.
“I need you to tell me what's the matter… I’m worried.”
He freezes still staring at his thumb. He's quiet for at least ten seconds before he tries to talk but his voice cracks and you watch as tears well in his eyes.
“Our- our schedule is stacked and I may have to leave the country,” he sniffles, tears running down his cheeks.
“Oh, Koo~”
“I hate it. I just wanna be here. I’m honestly so tired. I don't wanna leave,” he says, shaking his head.
You rub his face, swiping a thumb under his eyes. your heart feels shattered.
“I don't wanna do this anymore.” You look at him with shock.
“Jun-“
“Aht- I mean I don't wanna perform how we have before the hiatus. I'm ready for a change. I'm ready for things to slow down. I never had a reason until now,” he says, his dark brown eyes boring into you, intertwining your souls to understand.
You turn into his chest fully, wrapping your arms around his neck to press a hard kiss onto his plump lips. It's needy, all-consuming as you sigh into it. You caress his tongue with yours before releasing him. His eyes fall half lidded as if you’ve sedated him and he melts further into your soothing touch on his cheeks.
“My sweet boy. It's gonna be okay. We’re gonna get it sorted out.”
“But Ar-“
“They’ll understand. They have to.”
You smile at him, scooting up slightly to rest him onto your bosom as you rake through his soft curls, and nuzzle into his crown.
You have to fix this.
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Night life comes about when the sun sets, and the faint bustling of the city awakens you. You open your eyes to the pitch dark and your hands run along Jungkook who's still sleeping against you.
Your fingers carefully touch Jungkook’s face as you find his cheeks to cup. Still groggy, you press a lazy kiss to the corner of his mouth before trying again for his lips. You hum, feeling love swell within you. You also feel protective, wanting to be the only keeper to his heart. But you can’t. You have to call one of the few people who love him fiercely as well.
You look over your shoulder palming the nightstand before grabbing your phone. The light instantly hits you in the face as you wince and Jungkook suddenly shifts. Jungkook whines, embracing your tighter as he nuzzles your chest and his lips brush your nipple, eliciting a helpless moan. This is not your finest moment. You’re on a very important mission.
You navigate to your contacts, but the time catches your eye. It's 9pm. Who would be up right now?
Biting your lip, you’re about to make the call when Jungkook’s phone startles you. Jungkook’s head lifts, “looking” around. He’s actually still asleep, so you quickly guide his head back down before stretching to switch out the phones. You stare at the phone, a smirk gracing your lips. It seems great minds think alike.
“Yo, Jungkook, I've been meaning to call,” the deep voice says.
You begin to speak but it chuckles a bit.
“So…I presume “Operation Bonnet Bust Down” was a success?”
“Operation what now?”
“Aht- _____?”
“Uh~ Yeah… Jungkook's asleep,” you groan, pointing the phone down to stare at your Bunny’s pouty face. You give him a quick kiss and his brows knit as he licks his lips, nuzzling between your breasts. He's so cute, but you should definitely punish him later. “Namjoon, if it means what I think it does then yes,” you grit, squeezing your eyes shut. You knew men talked about things like that and the boys are no exception. But just the thought of them imagining…
Namjoon just hums, but you can hear the grin on his face. Probably thinking ‘Attah Boy, Kook-ah.’ And of course it would be him; Namjoon may think he’s quite suggestive but you feel he's the main perpetrator of the many things Jungkook comes asking you to do in bed. You’ll never thank him but you won’t discount his expertise.
“Look, we need to talk about Kookie in other ways.”
“Yeah, wassup?”
“We need to talk about your schedule.”
The line goes silent a good while till a book softly closes and glass clinks together as a light pour cascades into crystal.
Namjoon takes a sip of his concoction, hissing. Then he sighs, “Let's talk then.”
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"Save A Horse, Ride A Cowboy" ~ S. Harrington
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Summary: Reader strikes up a conversation with Steve, who unbeknownst to her, is the best bull rider in all of Indiana. When the two strike up a conversation, it turns out this cowboy has plans for Reader.
Pairing: Bull Rider!Steve Harrington x AFAB!Reader
Word Count: 5,353
Content Warning: MINORS DNI (18+ content) PROTECTED piv sex, cowgirl AND missionary activities hehehe, maybe dubcon bc they were lowkey under the influence, one night stand, oral f!receiving, fingering f!receiving, overstimulation, multiple orgasms for reader, explicit language, steve def has a power kink, alcohol consumption, blasphemy toward the Greek Gods (sorry), nicknames (sweetheart, princess, baby; cowboy, god), maybe modern!au idrk, lmk if i missed anything!
Extra Notes: mayhaps i am a wh0re
Based On: some thots™️ that me and Georgia had (also slightly inspired by this reel i watched recently)
Originally Written: 03/12/2023 through 03/14/2023
Beta Read By: @dungeons-are-too-cold (literal bestie, love u so much for working on this fic with me)
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The air smelled of freshly poured booze and a hundred sweaty bodies as you walked into "The Lucky Shot."
You spotted the bar across the giant room, marveling at the glimmering and flashing of the lights as you made your way through the crowd. Your heart pounded in time with the country song that blared through the speakers.
You weren't really sure what possessed you to go to a random bar in a strange city during the middle of your work trip. Maybe it was your constant craving for a difference in your somewhat boring career. Maybe it was the secret wanderlust that often sat in the back of your mind. Maybe it was just because you wanted a really good margarita. Whatever the case, you sure as hell weren't regretting your decision when your eyes locked on him.
He was beautiful, the kind of beautiful only talked about in Greek mythology. From the brown strands that perfectly framed his chiseled face, to the hazel that swirled around his pupils, to the beige Stetson that sat upon his head, everything about this man was simply beautiful. If Apollo wore a cowboy hat, you were sure this would be him.
Your stomach did a somersault when you sat down on the only stool left, which conveniently happened to be next to this country god.
A couple moments later, your cocktail arrived, and you caught another glimpse of the room as you started drinking. Your eyes darted toward the dance floor, and when you spotted the mechanical bull on one side of the room, you felt mesmerized by it. Specifically, the thought of him on top of it. His hips swaying to the loud music, one hand holding onto his hat. There was no way it wouldn't be the prettiest sight imaginable.
"It's all in the hips, you know."
You turned to face the voice. It was thick like molasses, the perfect mixture of sweet and rough to your ears. "What?" you asked, your eyebrows furrowed together as you finally made eye contact with him.
"It's all in the hips," he repeated, pointing his chin toward the mechanical bull.
You fidgeted with your straw, positive that if you didn't keep your hands preoccupied, you'd tear his clothes off right there. "Uh-huh," you simply said, unsure if you could get anything else out.
"Really. You just have to know how to… angle them correctly."
Your mind raced with dirty thoughts at the emphasis he'd used. You managed to take a sip of your drink, trying your hardest to wash them away. "You seem pretty certain."
One of his eyebrows cocked upward almost as if to confirm your statement. "That, I am, ma'am," he said with a nod and a tip of his hat towards you.
"Hmm," you hummed, taking a long swig of your cocktail in hopes of wetting down the dryness of your throat. "Alright, Tom? Dick? Harry?"
"Steve," he clarified. No other name would do this cowboy justice.
"Steve," you repeated, and the word felt like honey to your lips, "why don't you show me?"
His arms crossed tightly in front of his chest, the tee shirt that covered his skin becoming extra taut. "What's in it for me?"
You shrugged, sipping down the last of your drink. "I suppose… whatever you want, cowboy."
"Hmm," he hummed, taking the last swig of his beer. "How 'bout this? If you can stay on longer, you get my number. If I stay on longer, I get yours."
You scoffed, your tongue darting out to lick your lips. "You're lucky you're cute," you chirped. "OK, cowboy, you're on."
He stood first, holding out a hand to help you down from the barstool. "After you, pretty lady."
You felt a rush of blood shoot through your body as he led you to the bull, and you'd be lying if you said you weren’t anxious.
"Ladies first," he smiled, lifting you up onto the mechanical bull. His hands felt rough and big on your hips, and you nearly fell off the bull before it even started up.
The operator counted you down from three, but even that wasn't enough to brace you. You held onto the handle for dear life, moving your pelvis to the best of your ability. What felt like an eternity later, you fell onto the blue mat, your heart nearly falling through the floor as you landed.
"Five seconds," he said with your back still flat on the cushiony floor. "Impressive."
He held out his hand once again, and you gladly took it. Suddenly, you were pulled up close to him. His eyes shot through you and it was then that you noticed the musky scent of his cologne. You had to collect yourself for a moment, excusing the clear sexual tension for pure competition."Let's see you do better, cowboy."
He slung his leg over the machine, gripping the handle and lifting his left hand into the air. You couldn't help but notice how thick the muscles on his biceps were. Get it together, you thought, but he just looked so natural on the bull. Like he belonged up there. You couldn't help the feeling that settled in your chest.
"Sound me off!" he shouted over the crowd.
You and the operator counted down in sync, and his hips practically assaulted the bull as the machine started up again. You were mesmerized by the movements. Now you definitely weren't regretting taking him up on his offer.
His hips twisted against the fake saddle, and you could just barely see the outline of his cock behind his giant belt buckle and those tight jeans. You watched the way he winded on the bull, wishing it was you he was humping like that.
Even as he fell off the bull, he looked beautiful. He landed flat on his back, letting out a triumphant, "WOOOOOP!" followed by a chuckle. "I believe I hit twenty seconds."
"No fucking way," you argued, turning toward the bull operator, who just answered with a confirming nod.
"How'd you do that?" you challenged.
"I told you, it's all in the hips, sweetheart."
Your arms crossed defensively, your eyes narrowing in on him. You chose to ignore the pleasant feeling building in your stomach with his new nickname for you. "Do you hustle all the women around here for their phone number?"
He folded his arms in front of his broad chest, almost mocking your stance. A stupid, taunting smile was plastered across his face too. "Hey, it's not on me if you don't know you're talking to Indiana's bull riding state champ."
Your mouth fell open in pure shock at his words. If any one person was made for that career, you thought, it would be him.
His eyebrows raised. "You seem surprised."
You gulped down the lump of disbelief in the back of your throat. "A little."
"Should've just read my belt buckle, sweetheart."
You had to fight the urge to look down at his crotch, which was unsurprisingly not the first time you'd had to fight that urge. It had definitely been one hell of a night so far.
"Go on," he instructed. "You know as well as I do that you're curious."
You exhaled a deep breath you'd been holding, eyes locked on the giant buckle as you forced them not to wander lower. Pain is temporary, victory lasts forever, it read, with the date of the championship engraved below.
You had to force yourself to meet his gaze again. "So what do they call you?"
"The Hawk," he replied nonchalantly. "What about you? What do they call you, sweetheart?"
"Y/N," you answered, not even trying to force your mouth closed. He spoke, and you answered, and somehow, you didn't care in the slightest.
You shook your thoughts away, willing yourself to focus on what had just gone down. "You know what? Not important," you blurted, shaking your head. "I want a rematch, Mr. The Hawk," you mocked.
You looped your arms in front of you once again. You wanted to challenge this man to anything you could find. Eventually your eyes landed on the dartboard. Jackpot.
After all, if Steve could hide the fact that he was a professional bull rider, you could hide the fact that you'd been playing darts with your father since you were old enough to hold one. "Darts."
He smirked, walking toward the dartboard. "Alright, sweetheart, you name the stakes this time."
"Fine," you rebutted with a smirk of your own, "whoever gets closer to the bullseye gets to ask the other a question. If they don't wanna answer, they have to take a shot."
He seemed pleased, giving you a crooked smile. "How 'bout this? We each get a Jack and Coke and take a nice big swig of it every time we don't answer."
Your eyebrows ruffled in confusion. "Why does it matter what we drink?"
He leaned in close to your ear, his breath hot on your skin. "I want you as close to sober as possible if things go in the direction I'm hoping for."
Your airway felt tight as you processed his words. You felt lightheaded when you answered, "Understandable."
He shot you another smile before heading back to the bar for a couple drinks. Your legs wobbled as you gathered the darts. You watched his hips sway in time to the music while he waited for the drinks, and all but drooled over the way his ass looked in those tight blue jeans. And I thought the front looked good, you smirked internally.
Soon enough, he came back with the drinks, placing them on the table next to the darts. "Two Jack and Cokes," he confirmed. "Like I said earlier, ladies first."
You tossed the dart, landing almost directly in the middle of the board. He threw next, landing a little above where yours was.
Your mind raced, carefully considering every question you could ever ask him. Truth be told, you wanted to keep winning, not only for the sake of being better than him at something, but also because you wanted to find out every little detail you could about this Country Apollo.
"Hmmm. How long have you been riding bulls?"
"Since freshman year of college," he explained. "I rode horses a lot of the time while I was growing up, did the whole bucking bronco thing, so I thought I'd test the waters. See if it was something for me. Guess it was, all things considered." He gestured to the belt again, almost like a taunt, but your eyes stayed on his, cold and steely.
You threw again, the dart sticking to the single area, prompting you to groan at how bad your aim suddenly was. It had to be the drawl of his voice distracting you.
His dart stuck in the single area as well, slightly closer to the middle of the board. "I believe that makes it my turn."
You nodded. "That it does, cowboy."
"What's your story? You here for business or pleasure?"
You planned on answering anyway, but still took a small sip of the cocktail to wet your lips. "This city? Business. This bar? Pleasure."
About a half hour passed of you spitting questions back and forth. Your drinks were both about halfway finished, mostly from sipping. You had both been pretty bold with your answers, and questions for that matter.
Your arm felt tired from all the dart throwing, and if you had to be honest, the more you found out about him, the more you wanted to jump his bones. "Alright, I don't know about you, but I'm about ready to get out of this place."
He chuckled at the hint of eagerness in your voice. "Me too."
"I say we throw one last dart."
His expression read one of confusion and curiosity. "What're the stakes this time, sweetheart?"
A rush of heat pooled in your stomach as you carefully thought about how to word your answer. Confidence came over you as you finally figured out what you wanted. "OK, cowboy. If you win, I take you back to my place," you started, stealing the Stetson right off his head and placing it on your own, "But if I win, and I will, you take me back to yours."
His tongue darted out to wet his lips, eyes dark as he said, "Well, princess, I think someone needs to remind you of the cowboy hat rule."
You nearly snorted. "What the hell is that?" Your heart fluttered at the nickname, secretly hoping he'd continue using it.
"You wear the hat," he said, taking his hat back, "you ride the cowboy it belongs to."
Your thighs closed together as discreetly as possible while you picked up the darts. You placed one in his hand, your fingers shaky as you released it.
Even in your desperate state, you managed to toss the dart at the board, the dart sticking almost directly in the middle of the bullseye. "Hmm, lucky shot."
Steve's face was one of confidence, even when he threw the dart and it landed in the single area. "Huh," he said plainly, "Guess we're going back to my place."
You were quite positive he'd fucked up on purpose, but chose to ignore for the sake of not staying in your bleak, boring hotel room again.
The ride to his place was absolute hell. His hand on your thigh, his muscles tight in the flannel he'd thrown on, the sultry country music playing quietly on his radio.
The comments Steve made the whole way certainly didn't help you either. He was "sweetheart" this and "princess" that, and he certainly didn't shy away from telling you every little thing he wanted to do to you, making sure you were still okay every once in a while. He even offered to drive you back to your hotel at any point, but you reassured him you wanted this. Probably even more than he did. Hell, if the vehicle hadn't been moving, you would've taken him right there in the front seat of his truck.
From the moment he unlocked the door, he couldn't keep his hands off you. His fingertips slipped through your belt loops immediately upon entering his house. He barely succeeded in kicking the front door closed behind him as his lips met your neck.
"Aren't you gonna give me a tour?" you teased, your hands slipping into his back pockets. Damn, the fit was tight.
He snickered into your shoulder. The vibration was absolutely intoxicating against your skin. "Well, this is the living room. And I fully plan on laying you back on that couch before the night is over."
You easily kicked off your sneakers, Steve letting out an aggravated groan as he remembered his boots. "But first I'm gonna have to sit on it to take off these goddamn boots of mine," he complained, plopping onto the couch in frustration.
You giggled as he started to pry one of them off. "I don't know," you sang. "Next time, you could just leave 'em on. It's kinda sexy."
His head shook in disbelief. "You keep saying things like that and you're gonna be the damn death of me, sweetheart."
You sat down on his lap, your ass winding down on his leg as your lips made contact with his. He struggled to hold you up and take his boot off at the same time. He decided on putting his focus solely on you, choosing to worry about his boots later.
You clutched his shoulders, maneuvering him to lie back on the couch. Your hips ground onto his thigh, and you let out a whimper against his lips. The friction was absolute heaven to your cunt, feeling your heat make contact with his even fully clothed.
His hands clung to your waist, guiding you along the fabric of his jeans. "Mmm," he hummed against your lips, "You're so good at this."
You let out an amused huff, moving from his lips to his jaw. You placed a hard kiss on the stubble. "Bet you're even better. You should teach me sometime. How to angle my hips correctly, that is."
His head fell back in pleasure. A soft moan fell from his lips, and you felt quite proud of the way he was falling apart beneath you.
His grip tightened on your hips as he pulled the two of you up from the couch. You whimpered in protest, but he just said, "Gotta finish the rest of the tour, princess."
He finished kicking his boot off before heading toward the next room. His lips made contact with your skin again as he began leading you through the rest of the house. His fingers returned to your belt hoops, tugging you ever so close. "This is the kitchen. Definitely planning on bending you over that table while we wait for breakfast to finish cooking in the morning."
He led you down the hall, stopping in front of the bathroom. "Gonna pound you against those tiles after we get done in my favorite room of the house," he said, cocking his head towards the shower.
Finally, he ushered you into the bedroom. His hands parted from your waist to flick on the lamp. "And this is my favorite room. The bedroom. The room where you're gonna ride me into the sunset. Or sunrise, all things considered."
His room was quite different from what you'd imagined. He had white walls, which you were sure would only enhance the sunlight in the morning when you woke up beside him. His white bedsheets and deep brown quilt looked so welcoming that you wouldn't even fight if he asked you to stay for the rest of your trip. Maybe even the rest of your life if he wanted.
Your stomach fluttered with pure want as he tossed off his flannel, followed by his shirt. All you could do was stand and watch him strip. His abs were nothing short of glorious, glowing in the pale bedroom light. You wanted to leave scratches and bites and bruises down them. You wanted to memorize every divot and ridge of his body.
His lips met yours again, and his hands were back on your body. They roamed down your torso, meeting the hem of your shirt. "Can I take this off?"
"Uh-huh," you breathed out, trying your hardest not to moan already.
His face fell teasingly. "Aw, you're gonna have to do better than that, sweetheart."
Your cunt clenched around nothing at his dominance. "Yes, Stevie. You can do whatever you want to me tonight."
His hips bucked into yours when you called him Stevie, persuading you to add it to your vocabulary for the night. He lifted the shirt from your body, his eyes going glassy as they fell on your boobs. "I'll take you up on that offer, princess."
His hand moved to his hat, tossing it onto the bed lightly. You took a second to admire his curls and waves, sure that you would get lost in them if he allowed you to. As he laid back on the bed, he held your hips and guided you to straddle his waist. With a soft movement of his fingers, he undid the clasp of your bra and slid it agonizingly slow off your body. His mouth made contact with one of your tits while he occupied the other with one of his coarse hands.
Your hands grasped at his jeans but struggled to undo the giant buckle. He chuckled, eliciting a mewl from you as the vibration rumbled against your body. He lifted your hips out of the way before undoing his jeans and kicking them off, his mouth not leaving yours. After finally getting out of his own pants, he moved onto yours.
He flipped the two of you over, your back arching away from the mattress. He sucked on your nipple as he slowly helped you out of your jeans and underwear. You kicked them away, nearly shivering as you heard them hit the floor. As his hands led you further up the bed, your head crashed into his pillows. They smelled like him and it made you smile.
"Ah-ah," he tutted as he moved down your body towards the foot of the bed. His lips met your mound for a second, leaving a soft kiss right above where you needed him most. "Don't get too comfortable laying down. You'll only be like this until I'm satisfied, yeah?"
"Y-Yeah," you answered, your nipples feeling neglected since he parted from them. You let your own hands wander towards your breasts, giving your nipples a tug, still desperate for friction there. Pure shock exploded in your body though as his lips met your thigh, inching toward your entrance.
Your hands flew to his hair on instinct, tugging on the soft strands as he licked a stripe up your cunt. "Stevie," you sighed, your grip tightening.
His mouth moved up to your clit, suckling on your sensitive bud. "Mmm," he praised against you, letting you know he was tasting the most delicious thing on the planet. The rumble of his voice egged your orgasm on and your legs began to shake already.
He left a trail of kitten licks from your clit to your hole, his tongue thrusting in the exact rhythm you needed it. Your legs tightened around him, and you found yourself struggling not to push him away.
"Hey," he stopped you, pulling your legs apart with his rough hands. "You remember what my belt says?"
You looked down at him between your legs to refocus yourself, meeting his beautiful eyes. Your senses were in absolute overdrive at his words. "Pain is t-temporary, victory lasts f-forever."
"I want that to be your mantra tonight, because I've still got a while with you yet."
You moaned pornographically as he met your core again, and this time his mouth was accompanied by his fingers. "Oh, god."
His lips parted from you, his fingers still working fast at your hole. "What was that? Couldn't hear you."
"Oh, my god." Your head fell back and eyes rolled as the digits brushed against your g-spot.
"That's right, princess," he said, licking another line up your puffy cunt. "I'm your god tonight."
Your first orgasm of the night rushed through your body, your essence gushing on his tongue. Apollo had nothing on this man, you were sure of it.
He didn't give up though and continued sucking hard on your clit. Your body convulsed at the stimulation. Your hands clung to his hair, struggling to push him away. "Oh, god, Steve!"
He removed his lips for a split second. "You tell me to stop and I’ll stop," he said, his tone of genuine concern.
"No, god, please don't stop!" you cried out. Your grip was becoming even tighter on his hair.
"Then I need you to remember the words, baby." His mouth absolutely assaulted your pussy, but you were sure you didn't want anything else at that moment.
"Pain is temporary, victory lasts forever," you repeated, your feet digging into his shoulders where they dangled. "Pain is temporary, victory lasts forever."
You could tell that hearing the phrase fall from your lips was affecting him just as much as he was affecting you. You watched his hips roll against the mattress below, desperately searching for any friction he could find. Still, he was dedicated to pulling one more orgasm out of you with just his mouth and hands.
He stayed like that until you came again, and a string of profanities was all you could manage to say. "Fuckfuckfuck," you muttered, your walls pulsing around his tongue.
"Oh, god, please!" you begged, his mouth licking up every last bit of your taste.
His mouth moved up to yours as he hovered above your body, and to say that your taste on his tongue was anything less than sexy would've been a lie. "I think I got you good and loosened up for me, princess. You ready for the fun part?"
You mewled, your hips bucking at nothing as your hands met his skin. One of your hands slipped into his boxers, and already you could tell that he was big.
He hovered over you, his legs straddling your hips, as he reached toward the nightstand. You had only just realized how long his limbs were. He pulled out a condom and slipped it into your hand. "OK," he instructed, "Go ahead. Open it."
You eagerly complied with his simple command. He made quick work of pulling his boxers off and tossing them into the pile with the rest of the discarded clothing as you made an effort to tear open the foil. Your mouth watered at the sight of him, thinking about what it must be like to take all of him down your throat. He was just so big, and you knew one taste would be all it took to have you utterly addicted.
As he settled above you again, you finally pulled the rubber out of the packet. "Now put it on me," he demanded.
Before you managed to inch forward and take him between your lips, he moved your hands to his cock, helping you roll the rubber on. I guess I’ll just have to wait until morning, you thought to yourself.
Rolling the condom onto his length was definitely not an easy task. Between the thickness of his dick and the shakiness of your hands, it seemed impossible. After what felt like an eternity, you finally managed to get it on him, completely captivated at the way his length felt in your palms. You gave it a few experimental strokes and the groans you dragged from his lips were beautiful.
While you finished up with the condom, Steve reached into the nightstand again, grabbing a bottle of lube. He squeezed some onto his fingers, slipping them inside you once more. You moaned loud enough that it echoed off his walls and a chuckle fell from his lips. "You think that feels good. Just wait for what I've got planned for you."
He moved to lie flat beside you, squeezing a couple drops of lube onto your fingers. "Lube me up?" he asked.
There was no way you could ever say no to that. Your hand met his dick, massaging the liquid down the shaft. A groan tumbled from his lips, and you wanted to play it on repeat for the rest of your life.
He grabbed your waist and pulled you on top again, forcing you to face him. His hands squeezed at your love handles as he cooed, "Come here, baby."
Your mouth felt like it had been sewn shut as he guided you into his lap. He grabbed the previously abandoned Stetson, now setting it on your head and looking you over like he could absolutely devour you. "Go ahead, cowgirl. Giddy up."
You keened as you sunk down onto him, barely getting the tip inside you before your head fell back. "Oh, my god."
"That's it, princess, you got it," he cooed, lowering you down his length. You whined as he slowly reached the hilt, his cock surely hitting your cervix.
His hands carried you, rocking your hips in the perfect rhythm he needed. His mouth fell into an open 'o' as you rutted against him. "Just like that."
His cock was made for splitting you open, you were convinced. The only word for the sensual, blissful feeling he brought you was heaven. You'd died and gone to heaven, and this was Apollo you were looking at.
He pounded into you, but the stimulation was becoming just too much. Your body felt heavy as your movements stilled, leaving Steve to do all the work.
The thrusts of his hips slowed as he noticed the absolutely exhausted expression on your face. "Hey, what's wrong?"
"Too much," you pouted. "Feel worn out."
His hands moved up to your cheeks before pulling you down for a long kiss. He smelled of sweat and what was left of his cologne, and the aroma did nothing to aid your senses.
"Do you need to stop? It's fine if you do, Promise," he reassured you. "I put you through a lot, huh, sweetheart?"
You shook your head. "Uh-uh. Jus' need a little help. Please?"
He pulled away, pushing some stray hairs behind your ear. "Want me to take care of the rest, baby?"
You managed to nod before he flipped you both over, a whimper falling from your lips at the friction. His hips resumed their previous tempo, his eyes screwing shut as you involuntarily squeezed around him. You smiled up at him from your new position. You were happy to keep going but even happier that you didn't have to hold yourself up any longer. Steve had it, had you.
"You poor little thing," he taunted after one particularly rough thrust. "Needed me to take the reins for you, huh?"
Your head bobbed in something close to the answer he was looking for. Your hands fell above your head, and Steve moved to hold them both in one of his large palms.
"Should've known you wouldn't last long," he teased, fucking into you harder. Your eyes nearly rolled into the back of your head from the stimulation. "Considering that sad bull riding attempt."
His lips met yours again as he continued pounding into your core. He controlled the kiss too, his lips rough against your trembling mouth. His tongue searched your mouth, giving you everything you didn't know you needed.
He moved from your lips to your ear, leaving a ghost of a kiss on the lobe. "Just needed Stevie to take over for a bit, yeah?"
"Mhm," you murmured, willing your hips to roll toward his once more. You tried so hard, but this time, you were sure you didn't have the strength left in you. You nipped at his neck, your way of letting him know you were still with him.
"Shhh, you're OK, princess," Steve cooed, "I got you."
His next statement was quite the juxtaposition from his previously quiet voice. This time, his voice was rough, and he couldn't help himself from babbling out, "Shit, I'm close!"
Eager to help him finish, you tried to meet his movements with a couple sloppy thrusts of your own. After all, you were supposed to be riding him. You felt bad for not holding up on your end of the cowboy hat rule. However, Steve moved a hand to your hips to still your movements. He left a distracting bite on your collarbone before kissing over the spot. "Told you I'd take care of the rest, baby. I promise I've got you, but you just gotta trust me.”
You managed to nod again, and your body jerked as you fell apart beneath him. "Oh, Stevie," you gasped. "Thank you."
"Oh, you feel so good," he rasped, his cock twitching inside of you. "Shiiiiittt!" Chasing down his own pleasure, his hips canted as he guided yours, desperately riding out both of your highs.
He fell limp on top of you, and his now softening cock left you feeling full and thankful. You still weren't sure what possessed you to go to a random bar in a strange city in the middle of your work trip, but you definitely weren't regretting it when this god of a man had been there seemingly waiting just for you.
He flipped the two of you over one last time, his hands settling on the small of your back as you rested on top of him.
"I guess the song was right," he sighed. His chest rose and fell in a heavy rhythm as he pecked your scalp, his fingers drawing soft circles on your skin.
"Hmm?" you managed to hum against his pec, his torso warm and inviting.
He left another soft kiss on your head. The feeling of his lips was to die for. "You really should save a horse and ride a cowboy."
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This fic... yawl. Me and Georgia stayed up til 5 am two nights in a row editing this for y'all. When I tell y'all... this might be my favorite fic I've ever written!!! Gosh, this was so much fun and I wish I could experience writing it all over again, even if it has only been like 3 days.
Again, huge thank you to Georgia for working this fic to its fullest potential. I am so obsessed with how this turned out and I am so thankful you helped me with it!!
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abstractelysium · 2 months
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MSP Finale-versary Celebration
The finale of My School President will have its anniversary on February 24th. I would like to see us in the fandom give it a little celebration! Let's say for a week? So Feb 24th - Mar 2nd?
No specific prompts! No specific rules! Just do whatever you like, share whatever you like, art or gifs or fics or headcanons or anything, old or new or WIP, and maybe use the tag for anyone who wants? #oneyearofmsp sound good?
Please tag any and all of your MSP friends and mutuals for visibility!
Tagging some people initially to spread this around, no pressure! @silverquillsideas @gennianydots @silvercrystal1 @wanderlust-in-my-soul @moonkhao @bl-bam-beyond @gunsatthaphan @guntapon @fourthgem @sparklyeyedhimbo
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strayerthings · 6 months
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I. An unfortunate meet-cute (3 years earlier)
Miscommunication (18+)
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Hyunjin could not stop staring at you in that dress. The way the black silk caressed your curves and how the slit showcased your toned thigh made him grip the couch he was sitting on. He was scared he would do something he might regret if he let go...
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Synopsis: Having a burning need to travel, you end up in Korea where you are pushed into Stray Kids' lead dancer's line of vision. After a traumatic turn of events you two part ways...only to run into each other on the other side of the world. Will there be anything left to salvage?
Content info: Hyunjin x afab reader, idol!au, teacher!reader, South Korea, Mexico, reader has anxiety, smut, travel au, angst with a happy ending
Word count: 6k
Miscommunication (18+) Masterlist
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General Warnings: Reader has anxiety, slight violence.
a/n: Hey readers! Welcome to the first part of my fic, I really hope you enjoy it. The way it is written is more action-based than my previous fic because a lot happens. Find out for yourself! Also, please comment if you want to be added to my taglist and reblog/comment if you can because it goes a long way to help writers. Have fun! 🌻🖤
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3 years earlier...
"Are you sure my fit is appropriate?" you yelled at your best friend, Evie, whilst twirling in front of her mirror. 
"It's a concert, you're not meeting the new king - I think you'll be fine!" your friend yelled back from the bathroom where she was heavily lining her eyes. You snickered at the thought of your posh relatives seeing you and went back to choosing jewelry. You caught the shimmering lights through the window and marvelled at the sight of buzzing Seoul, South Korea. 
Your wanderlust knew no bounds and this stemmed from your childhood. You were raised between two countries - Mexico and the United Kingdom. Your father had been travelling through Guadalajara when he met your mother and they settled in the capital when you were born. You experienced a happy six years, running through the rain barefoot and shouting expletives at the neighbors. When your mother died in an accident, you were taken to London by your heartbroken father and put in a girls' boarding school. Here, you experienced being the social pariah for a number of years due to your interesting complexion and lacking English. You had, thus, adapted quickly by picking up a perfect accent along with some impeccable table manners. You managed to keep your head down to avoid scrutiny and because of this, you picked up social anxiety. If the spotlight was on you for too long then the feeling of cloying claustrophobia would kick in and you needed to run. You hated how the upper class judged everyone and how nobody was confident enough to voice their actual opinions so, as soon as you had graduated secondary school, you said goodbye to your father and moved back to Mexico City. You had never felt freer - the vibrant culture pulsed through your skin and the honest people gave you a big sense of security. You stayed and pursued a teaching degree at the local university and then, finally, went on to teach at a high school. 
Despite being ostracised in the UK, you had managed to make some friends and one of them was Evie Tate, your spirit animal. You remained close and she went on to teach English in Seoul. As soon as you scraped together enough money, you got on a flight to visit. You had already spent a couple of days sightseeing and you still had around a week left.
You played with the belt around your waist and scrutinised yourself from head to toe. You had never really gone out of your comfort zone because of your anxiety but you wanted this year to be different. You had bought some beautiful dresses and tighter clothing, set on wearing them on your trip. Furthermore, Evie had gotten you expensive tickets to see the band, Stray Kids, where each member looked like they had based their image on sour Skittles for the Maniac Tour so you decided to go along with it, wearing a bright purple sparkly crop top and ripped black jeans with fishnets hugging your waist. You had to admit, you thought the combination would be too much but, whilst studying yourself, you actually felt the slow seeping in of confidence.
Evie emerged from the bathroom with her enormous makeup collection and attacked you, pinning you to the chair facing the mirror. She kept your hair as it was but applied bold, black and purple strokes to your eyes. Lastly, she applied a dusty rose to your lips. Evie, with her bright blue eyes and cheeky smile, sat back and admired you. 
"Are you ready to see eight beautiful creatures contort themselves for our benefit?"
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You were dragged by Evie towards the very front of the stage - the platform in the middle of the arena to be exact. You grumbled the whole way because you didn’t see the need to be right in the center of it all. You knew their music - Venom and Easy being two particular favourites - but as you were new to it you hadn’t had much time to watch their music videos so you were perfectly happy to dance along in the outer ring, away from the screaming fans and booming speakers. 
The crowd surged forward and ear-splitting screams pierced the air. The lights dimmed and the strobes pulsed over the auditorium. Then, what your eyes were confronted with erased any resentment you felt towards your friend. A neon green screen lifted and in the darkness eight men, dressed in silky black suits, strode forward onto the main stage. Their suits had delicate silver chains sweeping across them, giving the impression of spiderwebs caught in the morning dew. 
They launched furiously into their titular song, Maniac, arms thrusting forward meticulously and expressions murderous. The crowd went berserk. They were not even properly visible yet but their power over the massive audience was incredible. It only increased when they ran forward, down the catwalk and onto the main platform where you were stationed. You were finally able to see them clearly and gasped when your eyes focused on a smaller, raven-haired boy. How could this creature have such a deep voice when he sang the chorus? You remembered what Evie taught you and realised he was Felix. But the real kicker came when they performed Venom straight after. You forgot the people around you and fully felt the music. When you looked up, however, you were entranced by their smooth, slower moves - the way they carefully navigated around each other, looking almost like mannequins. You noticed the tall boy in the middle, he had electric red hair and a dominating stage presence. The lights were still too dark to make out his features but the way he moved encaptured you. When the lights turned red and he thrust his hips forward slowly, you lost it. The light shone on his face and the way his expression turned fierce, almost painful, had you screaming.
A few minutes later, after the leader (Bang Chan) made his opening speech, they came towards the crowd to interact with them. When the captivating red-haired boy (Evie said he was Hyunjin) approached, the fans around you swarmed forward and pushed you from all sides. He crouched in front of you and smiled, cheekily posing for some photos. You were so close that you could see the droplets of sweat run down from his neck onto his newly changed white t-shirt. His contacts were a deep blue which only emphasised his hair. He was simply beautiful and you would have gone into a trance had it not been for the claustrophobic circumstance. Girls were shouting obscenities from right next to you and you could feel your panic rising. When he reached out for a fan’s phone near you and twisted to take a selfie with you all, you couldn’t stop your arms from reaching up to cover your head. You tried to drown out the harsh noise and the sensations but it was no use. You gripped onto Evie’s arm and shook violently, fear evident in your eyes. When Hyunjin was done he handed the phone back, eyes passing briefly over you and moved on. The crowd calmed a little and when the new song started, you breathed a sigh of relief. Hyunjin, meanwhile, had decided to make that spot on the stage his.   
The rest of the concert was a fantasy for you - you quickly got swept back up in the music and danced as if your rent was due. You were so in your own world, in fact, that you hardly registered the looks that Hyunjin threw your way. Of course, you were mesmerised by him and his fluid movements but you never could have imagined that he had noticed you too. You would be staring at the way he controlled his body in Charmer when he would throw a smile your way, only to be met with total ignorance. This happened again in Thunderous and God’s Menu. When Cheese started, however, he moved to right where you were and bent down, rapping the lyrics. You loved this song and you were so into it that you hardly registered when Evie sharply elbowed you in the ribs. You startled and looked up, only to be met with Hyunjin’s piercing blue eyes. He smiled brightly when you gasped and jumped along, mirroring your movements. He nodded his head and moved on. Now, you realised something was up because for the rest of the concert he constantly caught your eye and kept returning to your spot. The fans around you who had started off by trying to get close to him, started whispering and looking at you. You took no notice as you were too busy interacting with him. 
At the end of the concert, the members took turns thanking the crowd. What was shocking was that they all really appreciated their fans - to the point of tears. Covid had really hindered their new career and the fact that they had so many supporters really hit them hard. When Felix cried, everybody cried with him, when Seungmin tried to run away and cry by himself, the crowd laughed at how Changbin brought him back to be cuddled. When Jeongin cried, they wanted to wipe away his tears. When Hyunjin cried, the mass went silent. Hyunjin had been struggling the most, having been put on a four month hiatus due to false bullying rumours. This was his comeback and he could not believe that most fans had stayed by his side. He spoke for a time and Evie, who knew basic Korean at this point, translated for you. He asked the crowd why they loved him and could not understand why they would want to support him - he broke down in the middle and your heart clenched in your chest. You knew they were strangers but there was something in his raw vulnerability that you could relate to. 
As you left the hall, you felt a pang of sadness that it had ended. You felt strangely hollow inside - you would never be able to meet Hyunjin's gaze again and be the reason he smiled. Evie noticed your silence and smiled wryly at you, guessing your thoughts.
"Cheer up, sweetness, what you accomplished tonight was any fan's most heated desire. Be happy with that. Also, the Hyunjin you ‘connected’ with onstage? Yeah, he’s not real. He put on a show and we bought it - he’s probably great in real life but you wouldn’t feel the same pull if you met him outside of the show.”
You grumbled but nodded and moved to the main doors that opened to the outside. All of a sudden, a group of girls blocked your path. They had mean expressions on their faces and were eyeing you up and down. They spoke in English since they could see that you were foreigners.
“You look like you enjoyed the show? Did you have fun pulling his attention away from us with your slutty outfit? You ruined our experience and we can never get that back”.
You took a step back, the familiar panic beginning to rise. Evie, however, stepped forward and fiercely shot back.
“She didn’t do anything wrong! It’s not her fault you guys looked too boring to grab anyone’s attention.”
You pulled Evie back, stuttered out an apology and tried to turn around to the other door. The girls, fired up, grabbed you by the hair and spun you back, landing a solid slap on your face. You tried to claw your way out of their grasp but it was no use. A crowd had gathered around you and started filming. All of a sudden, men dressed in black stormed the scene, yanking you apart. They started yelling and gesturing wildly. Not understanding and panting, you slid to the floor while Evie’s arms encircled you. Your soft, strangled sobs caused your friend to apologise over and over for the night’s events. What had turned out to be one of the best nights of your life had turned into something sour. 
"Come on, y/n, let's go home..."
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Hyunjin sighed in frustration and chucked the phone across the room. Realising what he had done, he retrieved it and then blew on it. This was a weird habit, indeed, but it was a step up from apologising to it (which he had done in the past). He lay back down on his bed while the sound of your sobs rang in his head.
 Moments before, Felix had run into his room with wide eyes. Hyunjin, who was busy finishing his latest painting (after Hugh Jackman had praised his previous piece, the pressure was on), turned around with a welcoming smile … which faltered when he noticed Felix’s panicked demeanor.
“Hyun, you need to check your phone! Shit went down and our manager wants an explanation before he does damage control. I’ll leave you to it as I’m currently battling for glory in my game.”
Before he left, however, he turned around and said with an impish grin, “You really should watch where you smile - your face could launch a thousand ships.” 
Confused, Hyunjin reached for his phone and clicked on the link. At first, he had no idea what he was looking at but then he recognised you and your friend. Judging by the fear on your face, he surmised that you were defending yourself - his chest tightened in anger as he watched you get pulled about and when you were slapped he let out an involuntary growl. When he heard the words they threw at you the guilt tore through him. “Hyunjin”. It was his fault you were being punished. It was him not thinking that caused you pain. If he had not been so drawn to you then this would never have happened. He could have stopped himself… right?
He thought back to what had first caught his eye. He was taking a selfie with that crowd when he noticed a terrified girl on the screen. He was confused - why would you be at their show if you didn’t like it? His ego took a knock and he wanted to make sure you enjoyed yourself so he moved to your side of the stage to check on you every now and then. When he stopped there for the third time and saw you letting loose, the freedom tangible on your skin, his heart skipped a beat. He had done it! When your shining eyes met his, he couldn’t contain his smile - you were beautiful. Your energy, infectious. He felt himself being pulled in and for the rest of the show he couldn’t control himself. He felt his eyes linger on you - your silky hair, the shape of your eyes, your top that accentuated all your curves. He drank you in and forgot everyone else around him. Which is where the problem came in. It was his fault and he was helpless. He couldn’t even protect you from people who claimed to love him.
He took out his phone and called his manager, explaining the situation. He got a light scolding (“you can’t control Sasaengs but you can control yourself”) and the manager came up with a solution. Luckily for them, you were VIP so they had your contact details. They would send you and Evie tickets to the next concert on the following night, followed by backstage passes where he could apologise to you.
Apparently the boys had been listening because as soon as he hung up they fell into the room. Chan righted himself and rubbed his neck awkwardly. Jisung didn’t even have the grace to look guilty - he strode right in and flopped down onto Hyunjin’s bed. 
“Yah. Pabo. What did you do now? I thought Chan was broken when he kept yelling that you were too handsome.” 
Normally, Hyunjin would have knocked his head against the wall whilst giggling but there was still a lump in his throat that he couldn’t shake. Jisung noticed and rushed over to him, almost knocking him over. Changbin jumped in too and pretty soon Hyunjin had a lump in his throat AND two boys draped across him. He tried to roll them off but he just didn’t have the strength. Chan cleared his throat and straightened.
 “Jinnie, we know it’s not your fault. There are gorgeous people in the crowd, even I notice them. But, as performers, we need to know how to handle the situation. Look at me - I’m the leader so I know not to have favourites. If you picked up on something like that it would be the Hunger Games in here.”   
Jeongin cut in with, “Lies, we all know you prefer Seungmin - you were so excited to share a bed with him last week. I think he’s still hiding in the cupboard under the stairs.”
Chan shook his head saying that was not true then Jisung reminded him that he had called Felix “literal sunshine” to which Chan merely shrugged his shoulders. When Changbin cut in with, “No, I’m Channie’s favourite - he loves to hug me every chance he gets.”, Chan aggressively shot back with: “That is me RESTRAINING you from doing the worst possible thing in every situation.” Changbin gave him a knowing smirk and settled more firmly against Hyunjin who had momentarily forgotten his sadness.
Minho, who had been leaning against the wall, walked forward and said, “The point he is making is that you need to make everyone feel like you are there for them. Remember that tomorrow night.”
Hyunjin nodded and spent the rest of the evening wielding off Jisung and Changbin who thought that he needed kisses to feel better. 
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As Hyunjin skipped down the catwalk he scoured the audience for you. Surely you had accepted the invitation? He blew kisses absent-mindedly, dancing around the stage to cover all the bases. When his eyes rested on your familiar face he couldn’t stop himself from giving a little wave….before moving on. Minho’s words echoed in his head. He didn’t want to make the same mistake and cause you pain again. Anything but that. So he would force himself not to stare at you. Not to smile at you. Not to dance for you. You looked stunning - hair loose and flowing, curves hugged by a silky black dress and bright eyes accentuated by smokey makeup. God, this was going to be hard. 
Your heart skipped a beat when Hyunjin waved. You had hesitated to come to the show - but, funnily enough, it was Evie who had encouraged the idea of avoiding the concert altogether. She very much wanted to meet her bias, Chan, but did not want to see her best friend in tears again. She also felt guilty for dragging you to the front of the stage during the first concert - had she not done that, you would never have caught Hyunjin’s eye. And it was for this precise reason that you had chosen to come. You wanted your friend’s guilt to disappear and, for that to happen, you figured the best way was to show Evie that you were enjoying yourself and to finish the event on a high note. So you showed up, VIP again, but were to the right of the stage this time.
You were secretly hoping that Hyunjin would notice you again - you knew it was a big risk but you were absolutely besotted, especially when you noticed what he was wearing. The sexiest shirt - black with bold letters that stated, “hotter than your ex, better than your next ''. The shirt was almost entirely open on the sides, showing his taut muscles rippling as he danced. You were mesmerized. So, when he sauntered down the stage, you couldn’t help smiling when he threw a cheeky wave followed by a wink in your direction. Your smile dropped, however, when he suddenly did a 180 and ran the other way - throwing kisses to other fans. He didn’t look at you again. Surely, Evie couldn’t be right? Was your connection not real? Was it all an act? You could have sworn that your chemistry was palpable - it had even led to you being attacked and your humiliation going viral. Luckily, nobody was able to recognise you. Hiding your disappointment, you squared your shoulders, put on a bright smile and focused on the other members instead. You wouldn’t show him that he had gotten to you.
It wasn’t hard to admire the other members, their talent was indescribable. Changbin was recently named the fastest rapper in South Korea and he had ‘short king’ energy on the stage as well; Lee Know was a powerful dancer who had a knack for grabbing butts at the right time; Han had the most electric voice and the snarkiest attitude to match (you could have sworn there was something between him and Lee Know); I.N had the sweetest voice and a baby face… until he sang Maknae on Top (he must have learned those body rolls from Hyunjin); Seungmin’s voice belonged on every Kdrama soundtrack - he was slow to smile out of shyness but resembled a puppy when he was excited; Felix was the very picture of an ethereal pixie with his delicate features and small frame… until he opened his mouth. The rumbling voice that tumbled out was definitely a side effect of possession. Lastly, the leader and Evie’s ult bias - Bang Chan. He was probably the most talented individual that you had ever seen in person. He wrote many of the songs and you could tell the other members practically worshiped him - and the other way round. He was quick to run after them, fixing things, or just hugging them from behind. You thought Lee Know was going to bite him at one point, however, when he picked him up against his will and slung him over his shoulder. 
So you had fun interacting with the other members. You cheered when Changbin flexed his pecks, completed a heart with Felix and laughed when Han tried to strip Chan. Speaking of, when Chan revealed his abs in Victory Song Evie lost her mind…causing you to join her and scream your head off. Yet, even with all this, you couldn’t ignore him. His presence filled the stage and everything around it, you were aware of his every move no matter how hard you tried to suppress it. He seemed extra hyped tonight and the fans were drinking up his energy. You fumed with jealousy every time he threw a kiss at someone or did a body roll whilst grinning at the crowd. Nevertheless, you soldiered on.  
Why were you so into Chan???? Hyunjin grit his teeth as he saw you and your friend fangirl over his leader…so much so that he was sure he had cracked a tooth. The jealousy licking at his insides spurred him on to being extra ‘needy’ - he craved more attention and more validation than ever. He bounced and rolled all over the place, drawing admiration from his squealing fans. Normally, he would have basked in all this but the glory felt cheap. He looked over at you (he knew your name now and it was gorgeous) and that’s when he’d had enough - you were gazing at Chan’s chest with a dopey grin on your face. He dragged the chair he was currently holding to your side of the stage, flopped down onto it and took his blazer off - exposing his muscles. He knew he looked a mess - he was panting and his temporary red dye was mixing with the sweat at the base of his neck but he was aware of the effect he had on his fans. He pointedly did not look at you but since you were so close, he was able to notice from the corner of his eye how you were studying him with wide eyes. Smirking, he threw his head back, raking his fingers through his hair and jumped up again. It was the end of the show and he very much looked forward to meeting you. You had to give him your full attention if he was standing right in front of you.  
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Shaking with nerves, you followed the guard to a room further into the building. Luckily, you were not the only one. Evie was right beside you but there were also around ten other people who had purchased backstage passes. Judging by their appearances, the passes must have cost a fortune. These fans all stood out in terms of wealth or looks - there was a guy decked out in Balenciaga whilst an absolutely stunning Korean girl with lilac hair had customised Stray Kids nails. In fact, all the girls were tiny and elegant with killer fashion - you and Evie felt quite out of place with your curves, international features and off-brand clothing.
You entered the room and found that your group was alone. There were drinks and snacks on a table and massive couches in the middle. You chose a couch and, while you waited, you got to know each other. Some of the others were kind enough to translate or chat to you two in English. You learned that the lilac-haired girl was called Jiyeon, she was the daughter of a CEO and that she had her designs on Hyunjin.
“I made sure I looked perfect for tonight so that he would notice me and he certainly did! Did you guys see how he stared into my eyes during Muddy Water?” she sighed dramatically and crossed her legs, letting her skirt ride up her thighs. “I’m going to make sure he remembers me…”
You shifted in your seat when you heard this because you thought there was a very real chance that Hyunjin would take the girl up on her offer - how could he not?
The others all had various biases but most were into Hyunjin, Felix or Chan. The guy who was dressed in Balenciaga (Min Jae), however, was obsessed with Changbin (“I would give ANYTHING to be in his chokehold”). There was also a girl, no more than 18, who exclaimed that Lee Know could chain her up anyday. After Evie had confessed her admiration for Chan they all turned to stare at you, silently questioning your reasons for being there. You were trying to think up a lie because you still felt ridiculous for thinking about Hyunjin in that way, when the doors opened and the men in question strolled in, followed by a few other people.
As soon as Jiyeon (lilac girl) spotted the red-haired devil, she leaned down to ‘pick something up’. Her chest was on full display and you tried hard not to laugh. You failed and a small giggle escaped your lips. Hyunjin turned sharply, eyes on you, and chose the couch opposite you and Evie.
Chan started addressing the fans and he was just as easy-going in person as he was on stage.
“Welcome, welcome, ladies and gentlemen. We are so grateful to have the chance to speak to our cherished Stays! For the next hour, we’re all yours - let’s get to know each other.”
He noticed you two and repeated it in English. He asked the other bandmates to introduce themselves using some interesting facts.
He started, "As you probably know, I’m Australian, I love Bungee Jumping and we will be enemies if you buy me spicy food.”
“Hi, I’m Felix - I’m also Australian, I only learned Korean a couple of years ago and I am very flexible”. (Some of the girls went crazy at that last one). One by one, they introduced themselves until only two were left.
“You can call me "Quokka" because of these bad boys” (Jisung poked his chubby cheeks with a wink) “I know you’re here because of me and me only so I’ll keep you entertained for the rest of the evening - just kidding, let’s hear it for the twelfth sexiest man in Korea, Hyunjin!”
 “Hyunjin? Yah, Hyunjin!”
Hyunjin could not stop staring at you in that dress. The way the black silk caressed your curves and how the slit showcased your toned thigh made him grip the couch he was sitting on. He was scared he would do something he might regret if he let go. He wondered if the fabric would feel as smooth as he imagined it to be. You were wearing a cardigan over your shoulders, probably out of shyness, and he longed to take it off.    
You felt his stare acutely and your cheeks reddened in response. Did you do something wrong? Was he playing you again? Trying to prove a point? Somehow you didn’t believe that because there was something in his gaze that entranced you, it seemed real. Raw. You stared back and almost forgot to breathe. He was even more beautiful up close - his golden skin shone, his lips were plush and the mole under his left eye looked so delicate. It had been so long since you had felt an attraction to anybody - you had a terrible dating history and the last one had been a crippling blow to your self-esteem. Thus, this bolt of heat in your core shocked you greatly. You crossed your legs to hide the involuntary clench and noticed his eyes following the movement.
“YAH!”
Lee Know’s incredibly loud voice cut through the air, startling you both out of your reverie. Hyunjin cleared his throat awkwardly while you mentally berated yourself for having a schoolgirl crush on a celebrity. Hyunjin started to speak and you all leaned in to hear better, “Hi everyone, I’m Hyunjin and I have three passions in life apart from music: Kkami, art and Kdramas.”
Everyone started cooing at how adorable he was and since he was last, they started firing questions.
Chan shushed everyone and asked that they tell them about themselves. Jiyeon, the Lilac stunner, started telling them her life story in a sugar-coated voice while keeping her eyes on Hyunjin. At one point she hitched her skirt up even higher. Hyunjin, however, smiled tightly and kept looking around him. Next up was Evie who talked about her passion for writing and the reason she was in Korea. She also proudly indicated to you, saying she was so happy her best friend came to visit after all this time. This signalled the start of your introduction. You, who were suddenly very interested in the buttons of your cardie. You shyly looked up to see everyone smiling at you encouragingly and took a deep breath.
"Hi, I’m y/n -  I live in Mexico City where I teach high school kids. That’s basically it."
Evie nudged you and said, “Tell them about your music!”
“Ah, yes, well I grew up in a musical household so I play a couple instruments and sing occasionally.”
Hyunjin leaned forward and asked gently, “What kind of voice do you have?”
Just as you were about to answer, Jiyeon cut in with, “I sing too! Mostly pop like Taylor Swift.” You said nothing and just sat back as the girl started firing questions at the group. They tried their best to answer and to field off any inappropriate questions/comments. Jiyeon tried her absolute best with Hyunjin but it was like talking to a polite brick wall. He answered her questions but as generally as he could and with no feeling. His eyes kept straying to you who were listening to the different conversations intently despite knowing no Korean. 
When the fan meet was over, everyone stood up to leave. One of the people at the back approached you and Evie, quietly asking you to stay behind. It was time to address the issue. When everyone left, the manager, you, Evie, Hyunjin and Chan, sat back down. 
The manager spoke, “We asked you here today because we heard about the terrible treatment you received at the last concert. We do not condone violence of any kind, especially between loving fans. Hyunjin understands the error he made and he would like to say something.”
Strangely, Hyunjin looked at Chan, who threw him a stern look, before turning to you. He had an odd, stony look on his face. “Y/n, I’m really, deeply, sorry for what happened to you.” His brow furrowed in concern before his features went back to their blank state, “As a performer I got caught up in the energy of the crowd too much and interacted with a fan for longer than I should have. Other fans misconstrued this and acted out in response. I am sorry that I gave you the wrong idea, I will work on my behaviour and I hope that tonight gave you some comfort.”
You sat there in disbelief, cheeks aflame. So it was an act! You were so worked up that you didn’t notice how his hands had balled into fists or how his jaw was clenched. You stood up quickly with a, “Don’t worry about it”, and made your way to the door. Hyunjin was quick to follow you and after you smiled, thanked and greeted everyone else, you made awkward eye contact with him. He stared at you with an unreadable expression - Was it regret? No, it couldn’t be - and as you made your way out, his fingers brushed against your wrist. Shaken, you carried on towards the door. As you were leaving you heard Chan say, “All right, kid, the others are waiting for us on the dancefloor.” Hyunjin muttered something in response.
You blinked back tears of embarrassment and, without looking back, left.
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gyqru · 3 months
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WANDERLUST — jake sully [drabble]
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as you and jake lay in your too-small bed, you couldn't help but whine. jake had promised you a fun time tonight, but after a change of events, he decided it would be best to tease you.
you lay on top of his broad chest, squirming as the tip of his cock pressed into your hole—only the tip, nothing more. it's been around fifteen minutes of you begging and pleading with him to just stick it in.
"come on, jake, please just put it all the way," you whimpered, trying to grind yourself down on his cock, attempting to persuade him into fucking you.
but jake was better than that; his resolve stronger than you'd imagine. his large blue hands gripped your waist, keeping you still on his tip, not letting you shimmy your way further down his cock. he taunted you by making it seem he was going to press you further, only to pull out and rub against your slick folds.
the small pleasure soon turns to yearning as he sticks his tip back inside. thinking of another way to make him give in, you look up and connect your lips to his, your hands gripping the sides of his face as you make out with him.
closing your eyes, you allow his tongue to explore your mouth, ensuring to put in as much passion as you can. moaning into his mouth, you quickly open one of your eyes to make sure he's not paying attention—his eyes shut enjoying your mouth. swiftly, you try to sink yourself farther down his cock, hoping to catch him off guard and claim what your cunt desires.
despite your efforts, jake is faster than you, lifting you completely off his pelvis, your hips hanging in the air. a loud groan escapes your lips, and jake chuckles at your silly attempts to pleasure yourself.
"you aren't goin’ to win; i already told you i'm too big. i'd wreck this little cunt of yours," jake huffs, laying you back down on top of him, sliding his tip back inside.
sighing, you lay your head on his chest. you understand jake's concerns, but you were just so horny. it's been weeks of him “prepping” you, shoving his big fingers inside of you, and fingering you until you came twice.
still, he refuses to give in and just take you. you weren’t going to give up just yet, defiance coursing through you.
as you look up at your big alien boyfriend and give him your best puppy eyes. looking at him through your lashes, tear drops filling your lash line, pouting your swollen lip.
jake looks down at you, his yellow eyes staring at your big doe eyes. for a moment, you could see him soften, and you decided one more time to plead.
"please, daddy, can you just fill me up?” you beg, sniffling at the end to really try and sell it. you never called jake daddy unless you were fully in your subspace.
jake couldn’t deny it; he almost cracked. calling him daddy, and the way you squeezed your tight hole around the head of his cock almost made his resolve crumble.
closing his eyes, he had to mentally prepare himself for what was going to happen next. "s’rry, babygirl, not tonight,” he grunted, pulling out once again.
frustration finally took over, and you let the tears flow out. you had been pent up all day and were excited to have your release.
jake cooed at you, feeling bad for denying his sweet baby girl her pleasure. he coaxed the two of you up, laying back on the headboard of your bed, wiping your tears. he picked you up and laid your back against his chest.
"’m sorry, baby, let me make it up to you,” he whispered into your ear, spreading your legs over his. "i'll let my sweet baby cum as many times as she wants,” jake promised you as his hands worked their way down to your aching hole and neglected clit.
you forgot how many times you came that night, but jake made sure he didn’t leave you unsatisfied.
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ALICE TALKS 🐰
well well welll… i lied! here’s a jake sully fic. guys did i eat or nah? first time actually writing explicit content! i’m back to writing for avatar.
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metize · 10 months
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Mate (AFAB!Dragonborn x Farkas
Rating: Explicit
Additional Tags: PWP, In Heat/Mating Cycles, Werewolf Mates, Companions Questline, PIV
Summary:
You were already pent up as it was, but seeing Farkas in nothing but his breeches almost sent you in a frenzy. As you walked into the room, it took everything in you not to bury your face on his pillow, instead you tried arranging his bed while he closed the door to his bed. You could almost see the gears turning inside Farkas’ head, you gathered he was probably smelling your pheromones and trying to understand why you were there. You tried not to stare at his bare chest and how good it would feel to run your hands through his abdomen. “I… I thought I had more time to prepare. Aela told me this would happen, but I…” You sighed, fidgeting with his pillows as you tried to adjust the bedding.
“Are you… nesting on my bed?”
You dropped his pillow. Right, that was what you were doing.
A/N: I didn't find A SINGLE Heat Fic pwp with Farkas. They're werewolves! That's the whole point of being a werewolf: feral sex. Anyways, hope you enjoy it.
Jorrvaskr was asleep. The night had draped its serene embrace over Whiterun, as the weary warriors found solace within their familiar haven. Farkas himself was deep in the realm of dreams, enjoying the peace of his unassuming chamber. Yet, the tranquility was abruptly shattered by a sudden and insistent pounding on his bedroom door. Startled from his slumber, Farkas jolted awake, heart racing in surprise with the sound of pounding on his bedroom’s door.
He was ready to assume the worst, a strategy that worked just fine for Farkas over the years; strike first, think later. He grabbed the greatsword at the end of his bed and readied his stance until he heard your voice from behind the door.
“Farkas, are you up?" Your voice was breathy, a hint of urgency in your tone.
He put his guard down, it was just you, the dragonborn. He respected and greatly admired you as his shield-sister, appreciating your company whenever you came back from your adventures. He trusted you with his life. He stored his sword away before opening the door.
Sure enough he was met to the sight of you as he opened the door. He was always happy to see you, almost forgetting for a second it was the middle of the night and you woke him up because you probably needed something. You weren’t wearing your full armor, instead you sported a more casual outfit that you used to sleep in, the sight was welcome to Farkas. Seeing you in a more vulnerable position was different, he was much more used seeing you armored from head to toe. It brought back memories from the first time you arrived in Jorrvaskr, full of questions, wanderlust and with a very unusual story to tell. Vulnerable in your nightclothes, yes, maybe that was why he was feeling a sudden overprotective urge.
“Shield-sister, it’s late. Did something happen?” He asked, his eyes darting around the hallway to check for any danger. That was when it hit him. The scent.
Your scent.
Farkas and the other Companions had a very strong sense of smell, it was normal for Farkas to recognize someone solely by their scent, but this wasn’t just your usual scent, this was stronger. Sweeter. And way more distracting.
“Close the door, I don't want to wake the others,” you said, making your way past him and sitting on his bed. You were already pent up as it was, but seeing Farkas in nothing but his breeches almost sent you in a frenzy. As you walked into the room, it took everything in you not to bury your face on his pillow, instead you tried arranging his bed while he closed the door to his bed. You could almost see the gears turning inside Farkas’ head, you gathered he was probably smelling your pheromones and trying to understand why you were there. You tried not to stare at his bare chest and how good it would feel to run your hands through his abdomen. “I… I thought I had more time to prepare. Aela told me this would happen, but I…” You sighed, fidgeting with his pillows as you tried to adjust the bedding.
“Are you… nesting on my bed?”
You dropped his pillow. Right, that was what you were doing. You blushed hard, caught off guard. This was your first heat, Aela had warned you about heats and how they worked after you had been turned. You had simply completely forgotten. You couldn’t be blamed, you had a lot to do as Dragonborn and your first heat was supposed to happen later, you were sure you had more time to prepare. You were always planning on talking to Farkas about it.
“I… guess I am,” you admit defeated “Farkas, I’m… going into heat.”
“Then you really,” his breath hitched, a low growl in his voice “really, shouldn’t be in here.” His hand gripped the door handle to ground himself, his knuckles turning white with the strength of his grip.
“I’m here for a reason, Farkas,” you said solemnly, you got up and walked towards him. He shot you a glare.
“Don’t come any closer,” his voice was raspy and his commanding tone made you stop in your tracks. “I don’t know how much longer I can control myself with you in this state.” His breath was labored and his gaze was intense.
“Farkas I don’t want you to control yourself,” you looked at him through half-lidded eyes, regaining courage to walk closer and reach for his hand. “I want you to help me…”
As soon as your fingers touched his hand it sent a spark of electricity through you’ve been hit by a Chain Lightning spell. You didn’t even get to hold his hand, he grabbed your wrist and pulled your body flush against his. He leaned down burying his nose in the crook of your neck, taking in as much of your scent as he could. You couldn’t help but sigh in relief at his proximity, at the sheer intimacy. You grabbed onto him like a lifeline, your instincts slowly taking over your mind, the wolf inside you screaming for more.
“Please… Farkas…” You muttered under your breath.
Farkas pulled you up by your thighs and you wrapped your arms around his neck. He dropped you on the bed, oddly enough the little organizing you managed to do added so much to your comfort level. Farkas was on top of you, his mouth was hungry for yours and you were all too happy to oblige, you kissed him back, running your fingers through his long hair.
“I don’t know if I can be gentle,” he admitted through gritted teeth, his hands undoing your blouse and groping your breasts.
“You don’t have to be…” You reassured him, his mouth was on your neck now marking you with his teeth as he pinched your nipples. You moaned in pleasure but with a hint of impatience, you squirmed under him pushing your hips up to feel some friction. “Please, please, I need you inside.”
He grunted before gripping your waist and forcing your hips down.
“It’s your first heat. I don’t wish to hurt you.” “I can take it, Farkas, please, my mate, I need you, need your cock,” you begged, your instincts completely overwhelming you with need. Farkas froze at your words before eagerly undressing the both of you in a rush.
You whined each time his hands left your skin, you felt feverish and aching with need. You were already soaked when Farkas pressed the tip of his cock against your entrance, he looked down at you, his eyes dark with lust. You didn’t trust your voice to beg him again, so you tried to give him a pleading look hoping to get him to have mercy on you and give you what you were craving.
A broken moan left your mouth as he entered you with his length, Farkas seemed to be losing control, as you hoped, his patience and kindness giving place to his feral instincts to take and breed. He was fully in, save for his knot, when he started moving his hips fast and deep.
Your whines and moans were loud, you couldn’t help it, his tip was hitting deep into you and your body programmed itself to feel nothing but pleasure at this time. Your mind was completely gone, solely focusing on Farkas’ cock slamming into you with force and speed.
“Mine, mine, mine…” Farkas kept repeating and his words only brought you closer to climax, giving yourself completely to your mate to be owned and used to his content was embarrassingly arousing. “My mate… You look so beautiful, so needy for me, for my knot, you want me to stuff you full, hm?” You nodded rapidly, trying to let him know how eager you were without depending on your words, since you weren’t sure you could even string a sentence together. But that wasn’t enough for him, he pulled at your hair and growled into your ear. “Say it, say what you want.”
You whined, the sting in your scalp only fueling your pleasure, you looked up at him with an imploring look. “Farkas please, I want y-you to breed me please…”
He grunted, his pace steady as he looked into your eyes. “Do you? Then why did you wait so long to seek me?” He punctuated his phrases with deeper thrusts, making you cry out as he hit your deepest and sweetest spot. “Why parade around Jorrvaskr smelling this sweet and ripe for the taking? Were you hoping just any Companion would take you out in the hallway?” His voice was aggressive, possessive and it turned you on so much. “Skjor? My brother?”
You shook your head. “N-Never! Just you, I’m yours Farkas… Please!”
“Cum for me.” He growled and picked up the pace. You do. You saw stars when he reached deep inside you, the warmth of his body against yours and his teeth biting down your neck. Farkas wasn’t too far behind himself, his pace getting erratic and you could feel yourself yearn for his knot. “I’ll cum deep inside of you, my mate. Is that what you want?”
“Please… I need it, please, please…” You begged pulling him into another kiss.
His mouth devoured yours as he pounded you into the mattress, his own beast ordering him to breed you, to take you, to claim you. He thrust one last time into you, his knot plopping into you, locking you together as he buried his seed deep inside your pussy. He moaned against your ear, tugging your hair as you felt his breath on your skin.
You held each other for a second, catching your breath and letting the afterglow warm your heart. Farkas placed a kiss on your forehead and stroked your hair.
“I’ll take care of you, however many times you may need it, my mate,” he said, voice low and earnest. You hummed contently and nodded.
“Can we go once more?” You said and he chuckled.
“However many times you need it.” He repeated.
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Hello my fellow Black People. How y’all feelin’ Good? Good. So I had this idea. As a way to contribute to the celebration of us this month, I thought a little monthly challenge might be fun. Let this be our opportunity to really show each other some support and love. How are we gonna do that? Well I'm glad you asked. I present to you the Black History Reader Challenge, tumblr edition? What that means is for the entire month I want black readers or black reader/writers to challenge themselves to search tags, ask around, check blogs and find some x black reader coded fics to read and leave comments on. That means you will be choosing 5 or 10 (if you really want to challenge yourself)  black writers on this platform to comment on their work, then leave a nice little excerpt about why we should check out the fic. 
Not only are you providing them encouragement and love with the comment you are leaving on their stories, but you are also shedding light on their beautiful works for others to check out. While it’s totally fine to choose your friends and give them a shout out, it’s also cool to find a writer you haven’t read yet and see what they got. The idea here is connection and interaction. Getting to know one another through the lovely stories we tell as black writers here on tumblr. When you’ve gotten your 5 or 10 selections you would like to highlight, please reblog this post and add your findings as an attachment so we can keep a running chain. 
Please see below on how this should look. 
Writers URL:  Title of Work You Read: (make sure you link) But did you leave a comment?  Why do you recommend it?
Here are mine to kick us off. 
Writers URL: @kumkaniudaku
Title of Work You Read: Saints And Sinners
But did you leave a comment? ☑️ 
Why do you recommend it? The Saint and Sinners Series. Yeah y’all know I read it, I mean look at my blog. Crazy about Franklin. This was such a good read I was sad to see it end. I was like no, this can’t be it! The writer really did a good job of writing transitions, and she really conveyed the characters well. The whole time  I felt like it was watching an episode of the TV show. Oh yeah I was totally invested. Franklin was everything in this, and you’ll dig the OC Dorianne also. She fits right in with the dynamic. This was just really fun. I hope we get to see a continuation one day.
-Wide Nose And Wonderful / Mrs. Saint Writes.
2. Writers URL: @twistedcharismaaa
Title of Work You Read: Contemplating….
But did you leave a comment? ☑️ 
Why do you recommend it? This was very soulful. That’s the best way to describe it. Like sitting and listening to spoken word. This writer took this story and explored it through a third person perspective. So by doing that we were in Lakeith’s head, and seeing things through his eyes. We got to see how he felt, what he saw, it was just a really good read.
-Wide Nose And Wonderful / Mrs. Saint Writes.
3. Writers URL: @megamindsecretlair
Title of Work You Read: Camp Wanderlust 
But did you leave a comment? ☑️
Why do you recommend it? Well, for one I think the concept of doing something pre Snowfall was brilliant, and the fact that we have a camp story that features an all black cast pretty much, that’s awesome because when do you ever see us doing that? Also, if you love Franklin Saint as much as I do, then getting to experience him in that little bubble of safety and innocence is everything. He’s just enjoying his life as a young man, flirting and having a good time. The series has gotten off to a promising start and I can’t wait to see where this writer takes it. 
-Wide Nose And Wonderful / Mrs. Saint Writes.
4. Writers URL: @notapradagurl7
Title of Work You Read: Could've Been
But did you leave a comment? ☑️ 
Why do you recommend it? I liked this fic for the simple fact I knew it would probably be one of its kind. What do I mean by that? Well with the low amount of Franklin Saint fanfics, Leon fics is like come on now, not a chance. I saw this and it made me happy. It was nice to see Little Leon get some shine too. I have a thing for characters that don’t get much spotlight. Sometimes they are the best ones depending on the genre, but I loved seeing this pop up.
-Wide Nose And Wonderful / Mrs. Saint Writes.
5. Writers URL: @slippinninque
Title of Work You Read: You Learned To Like Pretty Things Too
But did you leave a comment? ☑️ 
Why do you recommend it? Everyone is on this TCT kick, and I finally got around to reading one after being tagged. I was like okay okay, I can see what the fuss is. Hey I liked Fontaine, the whole crew actually. But this was a nice read because we got to see a softer Fontaine taking care of his girl and just being in the moment. It was sweet. Might have to check out some more Fontaine fics now. Make sure you give it a read! 
-Wide Nose And Wonderful / Mrs. Saint Writes.
Yay! Got my five, but the month is not over so I plan to get another 5. Happy readings everyone! And again happy Black History Month And Always My People!
No pressure Tags: @megamindsecretlair @notapradagurl7 @slippinninque @fairy-cores-world
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Ritsu Sakuma x Reader ♡ Tags: Fluff, established relationship, casual romance, really wholesome, INTRO IS REALLY LONG, SORRY!, she/her pronouns ♡ Word count: 2,215 ♡ Synopsis: Inspired by the Meowsketeers scout story in which this card is featured in. I've been trying to read the scout stories since I never read them, and I thought that this one would be cute to add the reader in! Please note that this fic does not stay true to the story, but it has taken bits from it. A/N: There needs to be more Ritsu x reader fics.
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Drenched in sweat, Ritsu slowly woke up from his nap in the ES gardens. His mind was still filled with thoughts of what happened the other day when Tsukasa confronted and withdrew some of the new members of Knights.
Ritsu pitied them, but what was said was the mere truth. That's the way Knights operated, it was never a unit to have fun with as an idol. But seeing those tearful faces did take a toll on him.
At that moment, Ritsu felt something heavy weighing on him. It wasn't what happened that day, but something physical that he could feel near his stomach.
'Who is it? Am I being attacked? It's not those pranks Tsukipi set up, right?' he thought tiredly. Unless it's (Y/N)...? No... she said she'd be busy today–
Ritsu was getting annoyed. "Hold on. You don't disturb people when they're sleeping!" he groaned. "Now I'm in a bad mood... Don't mess with me– Huh?"
Eyes wide open, Ritsu found that on his stomach was a black cat.
"Ugh, so it was this guy!" he fumed. "Get off! You're heavy and it's too hot...!"
Yet the cat wouldn't budge. It stayed lying on Ritsu's stomach as if he were a pillow. Ritsu wasn't having any of it though, no one dares disturb his sleep even if they were a cat! Getting angrier by the second, he decided to fight it off him.
"Hey! Ow! Don't dig your claws in me!"
"That Suo, he's late!" exclaimed Leo. "What a troublesome guy! I came early today since he gets angry at me when I come late."
"Unbelievable! He's wasting my precious time!" Izumi chided. "This is so annoying. Did your wanderlust infect Kasa-kun?"
Leo laughed. "Eh? What, what? Wahaha, that's funny, Sena! I suppose it's fate that Knights' leader is to be cursed by wanderlust!"
Frantic footsteps could be heard as Tsukasa barged into the studio panting. He apologised, mentioning to his seniors that he got involved in a little incident with Ritsu. That was when Ritsu entered the room, still arguing with the black cat he encountered outside.
"I told you to let go of me, didn't I?! Why can't you understand me, you stupid cat?!" Ritsu growled. "Do my clothes smell like catnip or something...?"
"A stray cat got attached to Ritsu-senpai and it won't let go of him," stated Tsukasa.
"Unbelievable. This was why you were late?" said Izumi. "There's got to be some way to pull it off. Just grab it by the neck like how a parent cat carries a kitchen– Owah! This guy tried to scratch me! If you were human, I'd have you pay compensation!"
Arashi suggested that they all calm down and get started on the retrospective – the reason why they were holding a meeting in the first place. If they ignore the cat, perhaps it would let Ritsu go!
But as Arashi started playing the video of their live, Leo noticed something. In the video, Leo pointed out the front row seats where beside a fan's feet, a black cat was seen.
"This guy, it saw Ritsu at Knights' live and came to meet him!" said Leo excitedly.
"Hah...? No way! That sounds so unrealistic," Ritsu replied before turning to the cat which started showing him affection. "Owah, what? Don't start licking my cheek!"
"Given its reaction, it probably did come to meet Knights," said Tsukasa. "Isn't it just the cutest? It probably fell in love with Ritsu-senpai's brave figure at the live!"
"What?! Don't say things so nonchalantly!"
But the other members of Knights had agreed to let the cat do what it wanted despite Ritsu's comments on how much of a disaster this was.
The cat didn't let go of him even during the retrospective. It lay sound asleep on Ritsu's lap. Knights had come up with a name for the cat too, 'd'Artagnyan', their 'newest knight that was drawn in by Knights.'
Ritsu didn't like this idea at all. He didn't see any resemblance between him and the cat that his fellow members were constantly pointing out too. Though, he didn't want to just kick it out. He wanted it to leave on its own volition.
"It clings to you like how you cling onto (Y/N)," stated Arashi causing Ritsu to erupt into a steam of embarrassment. "Maybe it finds your scent comforting~? If so, it might be satisfied with something that has Ritsu-chan's scent on it..."
"Something with my scent?" Ritsu repeated. "Ah, I just came to an unpleasant conclusion..."
He was talking about his favourite blanket – the only thing in this studio that had his scent on it. But there was no way that Ritsu wanted to give this unlucky cat his favourite blanket!
"Ah, wait! Don't suddenly pounce for my blanket, you idiot cat!" huffed Ritsu as he tried to yank the blanket away. He was now on the floor fighting with the cat. "Give it back! I don't want such an unlucky cat to use my blanket! Guys, please help me out here!"
"Oi, oi. There's no need to get so worked up over something like this, right, Ritsu?" said Leo. "I know it's annoying, but it'll be dangerous if you get violent in here, no?"
"But I really like this blanket! I won't allow it to use it! Ah, don't scratch it–"
"Please calm down, Ritsu-senpai...!" sputtered Tsukasa.
But before Izumi could assert himself to scold Ritsu, you had rushed into the studio. Arashi had texted you about the situation before they started their retrospective, hoping that you'd come to solve the issue at hand. After all, you solved a lot of their problems before, it became customary to ask you for help.
"Ritsu, are you okay?" you asked worriedly, bending down. "Hey, what's wrong? You're not usually like this."
"(Y-Y/N)?!" Ritsu blurted, perplexed at your sudden appearance. "W-What are you doing here?"
You answered that even though you were busy with your own assignments today, you couldn't just ignore what was happening with Knights, with him.
"Is this what's bothering you?" You tried picking up the cat, but it immediately started hissing at you. "Ah! Okay, I'm not going to pick you up then...! Anyway, Arashi texted me all the details already. Why don't you just give up the blanket, Ritsu?"
"N-No!" he cried. "I can't!"
"I don't understand why you like that blanket so much," said Izumi. "I'll buy you a new one if that makes you happy–"
"That's not it! (Y/N) bought me this one!"
Everyone had gone silent over that fact.
"Then I'll buy you a new one," you offered.
"No!" Ritsu protested. "You got this for me when we were first years! I can't just let that go!"
Ritsu usually wasn't this worked up, so you knew he was upset about something other than his blanket. But you also knew that he was a very sentimental person too, so you couldn't just force him to give up something that he truly loved. It was sweet that he had kept this blanket up until now though. It showed how much he loved you.
"I have an idea," you suddenly said. You rummaged through your bag and pulled out a white sweater. "This also has Ritsu's scent on it."
"Wait," Ritsu began. "That's my sweater."
"Mhm, my favourite one too!" you giggled. "If we give the cat this, then it'll give up on the blanket!"
"B-But (Y/N), you love that sweater...!" he said.
"I do, but you love that blanket too, right? I'll give this up so you can have your blanket back!"
With how selfless and thoughtful you were being, Ritsu had finally cooled down.
"N-No, it's fine," he said sadly. "I'll let it keep the blanket, you keep the sweater, okay? I'm sorry, everyone, I went overboard. I didn't mean to hurt anyone."
"Ritsu..."
He picked up his blanket with the cat still attached to it and left the building quietly. The meeting with Knights had come to an end. You sighed, apologised and thanked Knights for putting up with your boyfriend before following after him.
Ritsu was situated on one of the tables at the ES gardens, his head laid on his arms as he watched the black cat sleep in his blanket.
"It's my fault that Knights ended up fighting again... If only this cat hadn't been there. No, I should've been calmer..." he murmured. "It would've been better if I had analysed the situation calmly like I usually do, and brought it to a positive conclusion..."
"Ritsu~" you called out.
With the sound of your voice, his eyes immediately gravitated towards you. He didn't lift his head though, he was too tired for that.
"(Y/N)..."
"Here," you said, pressing a cold can of soda to his cheek. He cried at the coldness but quickly covered his mouth from being too loud. He didn't want to wake up the cat despite how annoying it was today.
"Ah, thank you..." he said, taking the can from you. He laid it in front of him, not opening it. "(Y/N), I'm really sorry about earlier. You were busy, and Nacchan had to call you over to deal with something so small."
"Eh, it's okay~," you said. From behind, you wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him close to you. "I'm nearly finished with my assignments anyway. But Ritsu, are you really okay?"
Ritsu strained a smile, but he held your arm in a way to comfort himself. "I'm fine now. I'm going to sit here and reflect on my actions until this stupid cat wakes up. If I ignored the cat in the studio and it gets restless, it might be even more troublesome."
You laughed. "It's so cute when it's sleeping. It reminds me of you."
"Eeehhh? Why does everyone keep saying that?" he asked.
"Well, it's cute and you're cute! Also, it takes naps just like you, hehe~"
Ritsu sighed but laughed along. "Ah, you're wearing the sweater," he said, finally noticing the baggy look on you.
"Yep! I'm glad I didn't need to give it up in the end, but I do feel sad that you had to give your favourite blanket away," you said.
"It's fine. Maybe it'll let it go later..." he started. "Well, I hope it does anyway. I really do like that blanket..."
He chuckled, reminiscing the time you first got him the blanket. The two of you met just before entering Yumenosaki. You were Mao's friend initially, but he had introduced you to Ritsu during the time he had to repeat his first year. Ritsu had treated you coldly at first, but when you spotted him sleeping in the gardens, coming to know of his illness, you had decided to gift him a blanket for him to use.
It was a blanket you had bought at a shop in town, nothing special, but Ritsu thought the world of it. Even when he treated you so poorly, you were still so nice to him – to accommodate him in this way. He grew fond of the blanket, but he mostly grew fond of you.
After that day, he stuck to you just like the cat he was watching now.
"You know, I'm surprised it's still kept in good condition after all these years," you pointed out. "We're in our third year now... and it still looks brand new."
"I take good care of my things, (Y/N)~," he said. "And I'll be keeping that blanket for as long as I can."
You smiled and gave him a peck on the back of his head. "Anyway, aren't you going to tell me what got you so riled up? It can't just be because of the cat, right?"
"Ah, right..." he said. He opened the can that you gave him and began to drink the contents of it. "So, this is what happened..."
He explained everything to you, recalling what happened that day when they had to withdraw some of the new Knights members. He was honest with his feelings, how bad he felt when he saw those tearful faces, how bad he felt when he knew that those dreams were being crushed.
But after some reassurance from you, Ritsu felt a lot better. That's when Tsukasa showed up to check up on him too. A suggestion of finding foster parents for the cat was brought up which Ritsu agreed to.
By time, he grew fond of the cat albeit he still wanted it gone. But things had resolved themselves, and Ritsu was back to his calm, analytical self again.
You had come to say goodbye to the cat, d'Artagnyan, too. This time, it had let you hold it.
"Hehe, it really does remind me of you," you told Ritsu who immediately turned red. "Don't miss Ritsu too much, you hear me~? I hope you live a comfortable life."
Watching you be so gentle with the cat like that had Ritsu feeling some sort of way. He smiled gently to himself, appreciating that you were there with him, that you were there to console him and to listen to every word he had to say. There was nothing better in this world – even his favourite blanket – that would compare to you.
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Shameless Big Bang Round 12 Round Up
Hi everyone! I hope you all enjoyed the fics and art from this round :) There are still a few stories that have chapters left to be uploaded, but it looks like they're all on schedule so I wanted to push out the master list of links for everything produced during Round 12.
Please reblog and spread all the love for the @shamelessbigbang!
2/16 - Waste My Time by @flamingbluepanda with art by @michellemisfit
2/17 - Never Been Knotted by @real-tentacool and @batty4steddie with art by @gallavichonly
2/18 - House of Horrors by @mickeyheartian with art by @mikcrymilkovich
2/19 - A Mother’s Love: A Magical Secret by @sweetbee78 with art by @artbyaleksandr
2/20 - Broken Things by @sickness-health-all-that-shit / with art by @cal-tastrophe
2/21 - Bridge of SIGHS by @notherenewjersey with art by @suzy-queued
2/22 - Where the gay weiners go by @spacerockwriting with art by @gallavichonly
2/23 - i’m not the way i was by @sam-loves-seb with art by @technotrousers
2/24 - Once Upon A Tire Iron by @arrowflier with art by @loftec
2/25 - Last Night at the Verona Grand Hotel by @the-rat-wins art by @deedala
2/26 - The Creamery by @ms-moonlight-inn with art by @filorux
2/27 - King of the Southside by @rayrayor with art by @filorux
2/28 - Wanderlust: Before the 90 Days by @aeliagioia with art by @loftec
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